Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures Volume 4
In Volume 4, Vicky Valentine journeys through a carnal odyssey on a mysterious island. Like Dante’s hell, the subterranean complex displays sexual depravity as one moves through the levels and corridors. Sneaking around like a cat in heat, Vicky indulges in a dominatrix training day, masturbates to group sex on voyeuristic computer monitors, and slides herself into a massive oil orgy. Reaching the top of the secret base, she faces her archenemy, the nefarious Don Diab. As he unveils the crux of his occult power, the dark magician brings down the heavens and reveals a terrible reality. Will this truth shatter Vicky’s heart now and forever?
*Warning: This is a serialized story with massive cliffhangers.
Print Length: 50 pages
Type: Cliffhanger Story In A Series (For Men & Women)
Price: $2.99
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Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures Volume 4 (Excerpt)
“Cheers, Miss Valentine. Time to wake.” Someone slaps my face.
Consciousness drifts back to me, but everything moves in a fog and I’m cold.
“You alive, darling?”
I hear her upper crust British voice and it makes me freak. I struggle to hit Joanna Selwyn, but my arms remain bound. I try to stand but my legs can’t move either.
I try to assess my surroundings but my vision remains fuzzy.
“You’ll return to normal in time. Just relax. Do you need to use the loo?”
There’s no way in hell I’m relaxing and the last thing I want is to use the loo. Last thing I remember, this bitch spiked my shot and dragged me out of Yeonamja with a gun to my back. When I’m able, I’m going to tear this cunt’s throat out with my teeth. Mark my words.
I say, “Where am I?”
She says nothing.
I add, “Where are the others?”
She replies, “Probably turning Seoul upside down searching for you, darling. A pity to be sure since you’re not there.”
“So that’s it. You’re the double-agent.” I say.
“Don’t be daft. Double-agent is such an out-of-date expression. I prefer ‘brilliance for hire.’”
I really want to throttle this bitch. I didn’t like her when we met and I hate her guts now.
She takes a step away. “I shall return in a moment. Don’t do anything stupid, darling.”
Stilettos clip-clop across the room. A door opens and then shuts slowly. Four seconds to reach the door and it closes in six seconds. Got that, for all the good it’ll do me. I pull on my bonds. Nope. Not getting out of these anytime soon. I peek around. Everything is fuzzy. A bright light shines above me and my surroundings resemble a surgical room. It’s cold because I’m naked. All walls gleam white and very little furniture sits in the room. A chair and table rest against the wall. I appear to be on a gurney. I push my body weight back and forth but the gurney doesn’t budge.
I have to escape, but how?
Before I can answer, the door opens again, and she clip-clops into the room.
I say defiantly, “I’m going to kill you. You understand that right?”
She remains silent as she readies things on the table against the wall.
“What are you doing over there?” I ask.
“Preparing things, love.”
“Preparing what?” I jerk my head back and forth trying to gain a better view.
“Preparing a surprise for you.”
To Be Continued…
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If you want to read the bundled neo-noir erotic collection, please check out Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures: The Bundle or for a print collection see Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures: Volumes 1 – 4 (Collection + Bonus Prequel). Vicky also has a few more free stories HERE.
