An erotic horror tale set in France at the time of the French Revolution, where in the catacombs beneath the streets of Paris the victims of the terror are laid to rest. Here, a beautiful young aristocrat on the run from a blood thirsty mob finds herself locked in a tomb facing unspeakable misery, but she isn't alone. There is a sex-hungry man there, and as a result her virginity is assuredly doomed. But when her identity is revealed, that becomes the least of her problems.
If you worked for Special Forces and your job was to torture lady spies, getting information from them however you liked; could you do it, and how would you know? Cecily is tasked with interviewing Howard for such a role and deciding whether he meets the grade, and the main tool she has at her disposal is her body. So if Howard doesn't hurt Cecily enough: he doesn't get the job; but if he hurts her too badly, maybe she won't give him the job either. How far can he go? And how far can she go?
Death Mode is a compulsive Dolcett-based computer game where decisions made have consequences in real life. In the game Lizzy and Donna are best friends, holidaying on the island of Korpius with their boyfriends. They'll be chased by hundreds of men while wearing slutty bikinis, and if caught, they'll be stripped nude and face an agonizing, Dolcett-like outcome. They think they're on the same side and it's only a game; but in the real world it's war; girl against girl to the death.
As the weekly cull approaches in a Dolcett world, an everyday, regular butcher waits with his wife, son and three eccentric teenage daughters in front of the live TV show, ready for the lottery balls to jingle and someone to fall... Whose numbers will come up tonight? A story of ordinary folk living in a Dolcett world. / (Reviews)
William is depressed because his mum won't perform artistic striptease in school assembly and he's being teased by his friends. She's a coward, they say. All the other mothers have done it, even puny Alan Saddington's mum. Dorinda Lane tries to help. She's a friend and tomboy; but she knows what boys like. "I could strip for you," she says. "But you'd have to order me like you're a dictator and I'm your prisoner and we're in the boiler house where no one can hear, and I'm hanging by my arms."
Danielle Thorpe wakes up in the middle of the night. There's a man; a knife; a gun; an aspirin. Oh it's a bit mixed up. It's definitely a dream - or is it? This is a little whimsy with a few, mild Dolcett references, although nothing to squick.
