Open World: C.O.V.E.N
Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss
Erotic Urban Fantasy
The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.
Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.
Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?
C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.
Hope appeared in the middle of what looked to be a homeless
shelter. It wasn’t what she’d pictured back at…
She shook her head and scratched it. Where’d she come from?
Where was it that she wanted to go? Her mind acted like a blank chalkboard
being looked at through a fisheye lens. Writing appeared hazy and
indecipherable on the outer edges of the sphere, but the blackness in the
middle was clean.
Her body tensed, reacted as if she should run. With wide eyes,
she surveyed the area. People on chairs and benches were scattered through the
large room. Broken windows and shattered glass doors at the entrance looked out
upon a gray day. The other way revealed an opening to a courtyard type parking
lot with long carports on the perimeter.
A young, Goth-looking cashier with black hair, white makeup and
piercings in her lips, eyebrows and ears, gaped at her as if she had grown a
pair of horns and sprouted a third eye in the middle of her forehead.
Hope wavered, trying to reconcile what was happening. She knew
her name, knew that she had a family and wanted to be a dancer? But anything
else? “Where am I? How’d…how’d I get here?” Her voice faltered over the
questions. She stared at the teen.
“You in the ol’ bus term.” The goth snapped the gum in her
mouth. “How ya got ‘ere is beyon’ me. Ya jist kinda appeared outta nothing.”
Another teen in his goth phase came up to them. “Yeah. Poof.
There you be. Totes mcgotes cray-cray.”
“But I don’t want to be here.” Tears of frustration pooled in
Hope’s eyes. She swiped at them. She was tired. She was hungry. She was dirty
and hot. In the time she’d been in the bus station, dry, oven-like air had
sapped all the moisture from her skin. She believed she was a walking piece of
water-depleted, brittle clay, which would crumble into dust and blow away with
the slightest touch.
“Then flash on outta ‘ere like ya did to git ‘ere.” The goth’s
voice was monotone with no vestige of sympathy.
Hope closed her eyes, did her best to picture a place to go to,
but none came to mind. Try as she might to ‘flash on out,’ she continued to
stand amongst a bunch of uncaring strangers.
The goth shook her head and ran her black-nailed fingers through
her hair. “Guess ya usin’ the door like the rest o’ us.” She chomped on her gum
a few times, then tilted her head toward the exit.
ADULT EXCERPT
“I
thought you might be interested in a hobby.” Buzz pointed at the yarn, which
she put on the floor next to her. “The other items are to help you become the
proper, submissive wife.”
“Speaking
of being the proper wife. When are you going to give me some satisfaction as a
husband should? Or do you have a problem in that department and can only get
off on torturing helpless victims? Ones you have to capture and make submit to you?” The words
tumbled out of her mouth without thought.
Buzz
narrowed his eyes. His nostrils flared. “It’s not time yet for me to take your
innocence,” his strained voice grit out. “And, for your lack in restraint in
speaking to me, you will spend all night on the porch.”
“Yes,
my love.” The dismal words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Doing as he’d
instructed, she crawled behind him out to the back of the house.
He
cranked open the windows. She undressed from the white shirt and gray skirt
uniform, stepped forward and presented her hands in the air to be secured. Once
she was in place, he took the dildo with the long horsehair attached to it and
whipped her with the strands. Her ass cheeks burned and clenched each time they
were marked with the lashes.
“Ah,
what a lovely shade of deep pink my dear, like a nice piece of medium rare
steak.” He slapped the area with his hand, then prepped the dildo and her anus
with lube. Buzz shoved the toy up her ass.
The
hairs danced in the breeze coming through the open windows and tickled her
thighs.
Pins
were placed on her nipples. She did her best to not react to the shooting pains
zinging through her breasts. A blindfold covered her eyes.
Metal
clanking and scraping sounded nearby. He didn’t leave the area as he normally
would? Not liking the change in routine, the fact he stood somewhere close to
her sent her nerves and heart racing.
Seconds
later, a cold structure pressed against her abdomen. She recognized the cool
metal to be the step ladder which usually sat in the corner. The apparatus
pushed against her. When she heard the whiz of his zipper, she opened her mouth
and granted him access. There was no use trying to fight him considering the
position she was in.
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Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…
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