Janet Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

~ The chains hit the ground with a loud clatter, metal scraping against stone as Lyric snapped Tyler’s cuffs with a key she must have stolen off Janet’s belt, or maybe carved from her own blade, I didn’t ask. Tyler stretched his arms with a sharp wince, blood rushing back into his limbs as he staggered to his feet, face pale, mouth pressed into a line that refused to soften, even when he looked at me. I pushed off the wall, knees weak but working, and let him wrap an arm around me. Lyric led us out, stepping over Janet’s body without flinching, her eyes scanning the hallway with the precision of a wolf who’d memorized every blind spot and turn.

Rhonda answered. As she spoke, she was off her chair and kneeling before me, releasing my cock from my pants and her lips going around the crown. I settled back in the chair to enjoy this as much as possible. She may not be an expert, but the novelty alone would be enough for me to empty myself in her mouth. "Julia, Lisa, may I have a moment of your time, please," Janet asked, "in private." "Of course," Lisa said. "In the bedroom, if you wish."

He takes off his shirt too and crashes his lips back on mine. He sucks on my lips... making slurry sounds like it's a super delicious snack and he can't get enough of it. Just then, the sound of his bathroom door opening makes him pause and we heard someone clearing their throats. Xander sniffs and growls. "Bloody hell, Janet!" I frown in confusion, as to why she's in Xander's room? Xander lifts himself off me and covers me with a blanket.. then turns to Janet. She wears a red lingerie, red heels and red lipstick...a smoky eyeshadow which makes her look like one of those strippers.

I tried to ignore it. Tried to focus on chopping vegetables, stirring rice, and pretending those sounds weren’t happening. But they were. Janette’s voice, soft at first, rose out of her throat. “Hurst—oh God—yes—” The rhythmic slap of skin, bed creaking, a low growl from Hurst. Then the unmistakable crack of something leather hitting flesh. Janette cried out. A sharp, needy, pleasure-pain. My hand froze on the knife.

Antonio didn’t have to do much and she was all ready for him to take her. In a rush, she flipped him over, mounting on him kissing his lips first and then down his tattooed body, licking every ounce of him. She stared deeply into him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her tongue trail continued all the way to his shaft to the tip of his mushroom head that was already leaking from precum. “You must want to kill me.” Antonio's voice wasn’t his own, but a throaty growl that came out. Janet only smiled as she licked the tip of his cock slowly, agonizingly slow all while using her other hand to pull her dress up to mount herself.

Marc was playing with her tits, but after several minutes his hands went to the back of her head; her held her steady as he made several quick pumping movements and then I saw Janet swallowing as traces of cum leaked out of her mouth where it surrounded Marc's cock. Marc removed himself from her and bent down and kissed her. Moving her to the bed he spread her legs, knelt between them and started to eat her pussy. Janet loves to be eaten and she started to moan, a low series of "uh, uh, uhs" and then she pushed her mound up at him and gave a little cry as she had an orgasm. Marc gripped her hips and pulled her tight against his mouth and kept working on her. Janet's moans got louder, her bod

One hour later, the doorbell rang. Mortyss was dressed now — black pants, dark shirt, the human disguise in place. Brown eyes, no horns, no tail. Just Christopher Rockefeller, the billionaire heir, opening the door for a dancer with hot pink hair. Jess entered the apartment like a controlled hurricane. She was pale, her eyes wide, her makeup smudged — probably from crying. She wore a denim jacket over a band t-shirt, and her hair was tied in a hasty bun.

Clarisse nodded, and Mateo let her go before forcefully kicking the door open. "Janet, what's wrong?" Clarisse rushed in as soon as the door opened, but her sudden entry only startled Janet more. Janet stood there, gripping the fruit knife in one hand and the tattered photo in the other. Her bloodshot eyes glared at Clarisse as she screamed, "Kelly, you wretched woman! I'll kill you!"