InvertingAmplifier

I had to take this post down from r/GuroErotica a while back, but I thought it should still be up somewhere. I figured I shouldn't repost the same story again on the subreddit, so I am putting it here.

Enjoy.

There’s a cold wind, blowing somewhere far away. It stirs the fallen leaves that crumple pleasantly underfoot. Maybe it's raining too.

The first thing she notices is the persistent electrical buzz. A sharp, artificial static, vibrating unsettlingly through the emptiness.

Her eyes flutter open to a colorless void - a blank, unbroken expanse of white. The walls, the floor, even the soft, ambient light that bathes the room seem to emerge from nowhere and they don't end a

TLDR: You are an aspiring prostitute in a fantasy pirate city, looking to join the practice of two very well established and successful girls and to make a name for yourself.

The writing sample is just a long sex scene with some worldbuilding - I got a bit carried away lol :P

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Melody’s tongue delves into the slick folds of her partner’s cunt, lapping up the remnants of the mess that the previous customer has made. The damp sounds of her slurping and suckling echo through the lavish room, between the mahogany shelves laden with wooden toys of all shapes and sizes, cuffs and restraints of leather and metal, paddles, whips, canes, bottles and vials full of various elixirs

Hello, GuroErotica! Some of you are most likely new here. Those of you who aren't have probably at the very least heard of the ongoing 200K+ word murder-porn saga - "Abigail", authored by the GOAT himself - u/iwroteathing4u over the course of more than 7 years.

About 10 days back I decided to binge this monster of a series real quick, and uhh... It's good. If it hadn't been good I wouldn't have written this roughly 5K word long post about it. Wrote has long topped his comment sections with a hearty "As always, comments, critiques, and constructive criticism are encouraged," and I, being happy to oblige, decided that instead of leaving comments on each and every individual post, I would wri

There’s a cold wind, blowing somewhere far away. It stirs the fallen leaves that crumple pleasantly underfoot. Maybe it's raining too.

The first thing she notices is the persistent electrical buzz. A sharp, artificial static, vibrating unsettlingly through the emptiness.

Her eyes flutter open to a colorless void - a blank, unbroken expanse of white. The walls, the floor, even the soft, ambient light that bathes the room seem to emerge from nowhere and they don't end anywhere either. 

She blinks rapidly, pushing herself up onto her elbows. The fabric is unfamiliar against her skin -  a plain white shirt, some underwear, a pair of pants, a jacket - soft and luxurious in feel.

She sits up. 

Melody’s tongue delves into the slick folds of her partner’s cunt, lapping up the remnants of the mess that the previous customer has made. The damp sounds of her slurping and suckling echo through the lavish room, between the mahogany shelves laden with wooden toys of all shapes and sizes, cuffs and restraints of leather and metal, paddles, whips, canes, bottles, and vials full of various elixirs and aphrodisiacs and, rather incongruously, some dusty, long unopened tomes whose pages depict only god-knows-what.

Amelia reclines against the plush silken pillows, quiet satisfaction written across her face as she counts the handwritten banknotes that have just recently filled her purse, while M