Snared, Sucked
and Slurped
by Many-Eyed
Hydra
Rob Sommers was
sailing around the point when his boat sank. It was the last day
he’d have expected an accident like this to happen. A warm sun was
rising up into the sky. A gentle breeze carried the scent of sea
from the east. The blue waters were as flat as a piece of glass.
Seagulls flew overhead in search of early morning snacks.
Then his boat sank.
Just like that.
Weirdest thing Rob
had seen. There was no reason for it. It was like an

Trent the Traitor
by Many-Eyed Hydra
Judas Iscariot,
Brutus, Benedict Arnold, Aldrich Ames: some of the most hated names
in history. Of all the villainous types, traitors are the most
universally despised. No one wants to see redemption for a traitor;
they want to see them dead, ideally in the most cruelly ironic way
possible. Traitors are the lowest of the low, the worst of the
worst.
Trent Michael didn’t
think that was fair. They were just guys, trying to make their way
through life like

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Many-Eyed Hydra
What a
dump, Abraham Russell thought as he glanced around the reception
area. It was how he’d expected it, to be honest—naff in a cheap
kind of way. They’d made an attempt to make it look sensual and
erotic, but overall the effect was more Blackpool than burlesque.
Stylish photos of scantily-clad models from the sixties and seventies
were placed on the walls. The girls were all on the chubby side. It
was a reminder of how hideous the average English

Pussy-Wrapped


Many-Eyed Hydra


“You okay there?” Rich Borchers asked.


“Yeah,” Donald Wenk replied. He lifted his head back into the passenger seat. He'd left a small puddle of sick on the driveway. His stomach still felt greasy.


“Nerves?” Rich asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.


“Yeah,” Donald replied. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. “Are you really sure this is a good idea?”


“We'll be f

Knight vs. Succubus


Many-Eyed Hydra


“He will come this way,” the shadowy figure said as it stared out of the window. Lightning flickered in the clouds as the storm raged across the land.


“I'll be waiting,” a voice, sweet and sickly like deadly poison, replied.


“He's fast and strong,” the shadow warned.


“It won't matter,” the other voice laughed. “Men can't fight me.”


*****


The light was fading and the rain

Pearls of the Mediterranean


Many-Eyed Hydra


“It'll be wrinkled old grannies with saggy tits and fat Germans with hairy beer guts,” Maddock said.


“It's one of the top nudist beaches in the Mediterranean. It's got to be good,” Stevie S. said.


“I've seen the people that go to the top European nudist resorts. I've watched Eurotrash,” Maddock countered.


“It won't be like that,” Stevie S. responded. “It won't all be like that,&r

Delivery Special Soap


Many-Eyed Hydra


Mike Reynolds was naked and standing in an old churchyard. Above him the moon shone brightly in the night sky. The night air was cool enough to raise goose bumps on his exposed flesh. The long grass felt damp beneath his toes. A thick layer of white mist, enough to cover his feet up to his ankles, flowed over the secluded graveyard.


Mike didn't know what he was doing here. He thought he was asleep in bed, but this felt too real to be a dream

Wrapdance


Many-Eyed Hydra


“How about here?”


Simon Laws looked at the building his friend, Stephen Clark, was pointing at. Lurid red and blue neon tubes ran along the fascia of an otherwise innocuous old warehouse building. The same tubes twisted into the shape of a heavy breasted girl twirling around a pole. The name, “SATAN'S HOLE”, was emblazoned above a narrow doorway.


Subtle, it wasn't.


“Looks a bit tacky,” Laws said. The vodka buzz

The Soul Worm


Many-Eyed Hydra


“What the fuck happened here?” Mike Thompson asked.


They looked at the naked body of Karl Steer. They'd found him in the middle of the cavern, illuminated by one of the shafts of blue light shining down from the strange crystal formations in the ceiling. He was on his knees and staring up at the lights with an expression of rapture.


He was quite dead.


Thompson prodded him with the butt of his rifle to make sure.


“Is that a

The Biggest Tits in the World


Many-Eyed Hydra


“Fuck me, those are the biggest tits in the world.”


Russell Nolan didn't know what to say. He sat there and stared at the blonde stripper, his mouth agape.


They were balloons. That was the only description that seemed apt. The girl had stepped out on stage with two large, flesh-coloured balloons attached to her chest. Dark pink nipples wobbled at the centre of each enormous breast.


“Fuck, who'd have thought t

The Big Black Bed


Many-Eyed Hydra


Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance.


This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other way he saw the respectable stone fa�ade of the Downington Hotel.


Linaker walked up a sh

The Coils of Aenictia


Many-Eyed Hydra


“We need to pull back!” Paul Heinlein yelled.


Damn, was there no end to them?


Physically the twitchers weren't that intimidating. They were slightly shorter than the average man and not much faster or stronger. They only possessed a rudimentary intelligence, enough to wield simple blades or clubs. In the days since the town of Carmel had been pulled into hell-space Heinlein had gunned down dozens of them.


What was terrifyin

Flesh Pitchers of Prague


Many-Eyed Hydra


When Joe Miller threw the midget hooker over the table James Fowler thought it was a good time to leave. She was fucking ugly and she was fucking annoying and no, they didn't want to fuck her up the ass no matter how cheap the price was. Fowler just wished Miller hadn't resorted to such a physical means of registering his disapproval, or had at least waited until Fowler had had an opportunity to go upstairs with that well-stacked blonde he'd had

Venus of the Red Lights


Many-Eyed Hydra


“Amshterdam ish the washte dishposal capital of Europe,” the Irishman said drunkenly before drawing on a monster spliff.


“Seems like paradise to us,” Rich Hutson said. He took a draw on the same spliff.


Shit, this shit was potent.


He coughed out some smoke before passing it on to his friend Shaun Laymon. They'd come over for a weekend trip to see the sights and more importantly sample the nightlife. Or rather