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A Resurgent Whore #13
Death Ballet at the Ice Ring.
A neo-noir erotic fiction.
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7 responses to “A Resurgent Whore #13”
I’ve got to say, I feel working with Sissitrix has been an incredible experience. We seem aligned perfectly.
A red hot episode full of action and intrigue. When one issue is solved, several,others emerge from the shadows. You and Sissitrix are a powerful,combination Kate.
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John, I replied to you in the note you published for this comment, adding an unused drawing of this episode. I love your review. It is the best to fuel me up.
Absolutely 100% a plot-driver! My comment implying the wholesale destruction of Sin Street was simply a manifestation of my perverse, dry, sense of ironic humor, which only madmen such as I find hysterically funny, because we are ourselves hysterical! So just wanted to correct the record on that point…I’m sure Erin is pissed and torn in multiple directions at this point, and perhaps feels like John Wick-ing everyone she knows! I’m still TOTALLY behind the franchise! Hell, destroying Sin Street turning it into a parking lot with airstrikes and such, destroys the franchise, and only Disney is in the business of destroying franchises with scorched earth campaigns! You know my thoughts on that–keep charging!
Hi John, very glad you liked our story, Lot’s more to come. Thank you for such an excellent and in depth review. I imagine others love reading it as much as I do. This was a plot driving episode. I feel we have built great characters and locations for the story to evolve for years to come. Have a lovely weekend.
A Massive Storm Front of Dammed-Up Payoff in Episode 13!!! Well Done!!! This is definitely the Sin Street I know and love, back in all its deviant, devious force! Kate–you stuck a perfect landing with the payoff of the cliffhanger from last week. I didn’t see Rex assuming the role of a cosplay “Catman” on rollerblades slashing his perverted way through Erin’s foils with blades. Highest marks for creating a David Lynchian crazy in Rex the mercenary. He strikes me as a version of Frank in “Blue Velvet” but about 100 degrees more flamboyant–Frank’s kink was getting high on amyl nitrate, Rex’s is his “therapy” with Mistress Diana, getting mummified in a leather body bag, which he cuts his way out of, “feeding on” the girls at the club–at regular intervals to prevent his violent murderous rages–plus he dresses up like a male version of Catwoman on rollerblades and slashing the hell out of people! Definitely not something you see every day!
And of course….Allen the Evil Pod. There are more Pods now. Erin’s still jacked in to her electronic boyfriend, but not as much as before I think–she’s let her own sadism off the leash and has indulged her dark, atavistic, sadistic side–Allen’s machinations and urges lit the spark, and Erin’s just building the conflagration at this point. She’s afraid of the Pod Threat now–they’re NOT the high-tech, customized, scalable sex toys for the elite she first thought, but something very deceptive and dangerous–here’s where her often irritating moral dithering screws her up. She does a terrific job talking up her power and how much she’s the new sheriff in town, yet when the rubber meets the road at these crucial moments of either/or moral decisions she’s MIA–she can’t have both the Pods and Max, yada yada yada. She MUST make some choice, and based on the conclusion of this week’s episode, I think she’ll make one soon.
The big reveal is Max. I was right–he was a dirtbag the whole time, and he was behind the whole rape business with Erin. I knew it–I nailed it! He smelled like a rat when he showed up right there–so conveniently at the beginning out of the blue–and turned out to be the King of the Rats! What a shitbird! Especially his doing the cheesy “Boy, Erin, I really had you goin’ there” thing he’s trying to pull on her.
Now I shall don my “Mad Literary Genius” mitre, and act as an unsolicited advice columnist to Erin. Her entire story exemplifies the worst sort of radioactive dumpster fire, mega clusterfuck, and Greatest Shit-Show On Earth of all time. A study in terror, triumph, heartbreak, rally, pyrrhic victory, disgust, Machiavellian strategy session, and all-out war of attrition. There are three key hinges which control her life: Max, the Pods, and her multi-level vengeance scheme, with an eye to some restructure of Sin Street. Sin Street MUST have some form of illegal arms market. I’d advise Erin to find one or two of them, visit their place of business with a large van and a few duffle bags of hard cash, and stock up on some shotguns, grenades, flamethrowers, incendiary devices, rocket launchers, miniguns, ammo belts, fifty-caliber belt-fed machine guns, and an assortment of extended magazine semi-automatic handguns and go full Charles Bronson on Max, the entire Pod lab, the Underground Club, and the entire Sin Street district–and toss in some combat knives as well–she can slit some shitbird throats as well. Let Erin become a human battle tank, and bring the flotsam and jetsam of Evil and filth which have Sin Street in thrall to one big, final, apocalyptic, pyrotechnic, special-effects laden cleansing! This place is fucked-up beyond repair–it makes downtown Kabul look appealing! Call in the airstrikes!!!
Anyway, stellar job this time out, Kate. Sissi–great artwork as always! I really, really got into the story this week–felt back into the narrative–it was very solid–this one was a winner!
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