"A look into your future?" the young woman in the large white hat asked of the person who entered into her little cubicle. She had it dressed up as a fortune teller, and so far, she was at a perfect prediction rate. Her face was adorned with a smile, her opera gloves waved over the crystal ball on the small round table she sat at.

"Sure," the new arrival said, taking a seat across from the Oracle. She wore a red hiding hood, with a crimson leotard to finish the line. "What do you have for me?"

The Oracle gazed deep into the crystal ball. "Ahh..." she hummed, "here we go!" she said, looking up at the Red Riding Hood. "You'll leave, and in three minutes, a nice man will give you a signal with his hand - you'll know the one," the Oracle informed her. "He gives it, and you'll go with him. There's no need to bother wondering about what he's going to ask, you'll agree."

"That seems vague," the visitor replied. "Can you tell me anything else?"

The Oracle shook her head. "Sorry," she apologized. "Have a nice day!"

Red Riding hood left, there was nothing exchanged between them. Two minutes later, a young man stepped through the door. "Evening," he said to the Oracle, who smiled at his arrival. "You do fortunes?"

"I do," she replied, leaning over the crystal ball. "Head outside, and there's a woman in a red dress. Make a sign with your hands, it doesn't matter which one, where she can see. She'll accept that, and be nicely submissive. After that, it's in your hands," she told him.

"You playing matchmaker?" he asked.

"No," she said. "But she came in earlier, and I saw what would happen. So get to it!"

"Thanks," the man said, and turned and left.

The Oracle sighed, glad that her bluff had worked again. It was easy to convince people of things here. She had just set up two random people, At first, it was a joke, but when she suggested that a man would do horrible things to the next person he saw, she thought nothing of it. But when she stepped out for a break, she found him waiting there, in an empty hallway.

She was the next person he saw, despite being ten minutes later. The things he did to her were horrible, but she enjoyed every second of it.

When she came back, she took to manipulating things more overtly. She was particularly proud of the time she convinced someone to cut off their own head. Bloody, but proud. But that was then, and this was now. A new man entered, and he looked up and down her with glee. "Let me guess," he said. "You're going to predict that we're going to have sex."

"Well, I wasn't, but that's because you already knew what you were going to do," the Oracle put the crystal ball to the side, and went around to his end of the table. After all, this wasn't the first time she had gotten laid in this room. The two of them went at it, and she really enjoyed it, sad when it was over even as she was still flush with the afterglow. Enough that she didn't bother getting up from where she lay on the table to take the crystal ball and give her 'prediction'. Perhaps she could arrange for additional fun?

She looked into the ball and *saw*.

"Oh!" she said, her eyes wide. "Oh!"

"What?" the man asked.

"Well," the Oracle saw the future for the first time. "It seems that I'm going to close up shop," she reported what she saw, "then you and I are going to ... oh!" she put one hand to her tits, because that was *hot*, "and after the evening is done, we're going to go back to your place and you're going to show me your basement."

The man reacted by raising one eyebrow. "Really? That seems detailed. How do you know this?"

"Well," the Oracle said, her eyes on the orb in her hands. "I see you driving in your blue car back home, taking me downstairs through the back way, and oooh," she cooed. "Is that a vertical saw? I don't even know what that one is, in the corner," she commented before pulling her gaze away from the future and towards the present. "What is that?"

The man seemed put out by this, but regained his composure quickly. "Well, it seems like you'll find out. But why would you want to do that anyway? Everything is already here.

"Well," the Oracle replied, "this is all play and fun and masks. Nothing is real here. Even the sex we just had. But we leave, we get back to your place? It's all real there, right? There, we can fuck like rabbits, and have some real fun."

The man looked down at her, laying on the table, not a care in the world for her casual nudity. "We can do that," he agreed.

"I have one condition though," the Oracle said. "Not in the prediction."

"What would that be?"

"You and I have an appointment with a sword-box," she said. "We go together."

"Deal."

*  *  *

Gloria walked into a room without bothering to read what was in the door, and found herself inside a red-tinted torture room. "Huh," she commented as she saw the walls lined with tools of the trade, several tables, and other implements besides.

"Hello," a cute girl in a maid's outfit - compared to Gloria's own cow-girl ensemble - greeted her. "Everything in this room is for your enjoyment," she added. "Please feel free to come to me if you have any questions."

Gloria nodded at that, plans in her head. She didn't know if this person was employed, or a role-player, but she didn't mind. Instead, she busied herself looking at a rack with manacles for wrists, ankles, neck and a nice hook for the groin. She wondered for a moment how she would look on the rack, but she had a better idea instead. She went back to the maid. "Strip," she commanded, and the Maid did so without hesitation, flipping her head-piece aside, then shrugging off the shoulders of her thin black lace to let her dress drop to the floor before manually undoing the collar and kicking off her shoes.

"Does this please you?" she asked. Gloria nodded and just as quickly removed her own boots, daisy-dukes and tube-top. The maid eyed her, but then grew confused as Gloria put on the discarded Maid's outfit. "This is a nice fit," she said as she adjusted her breasts to better be rested inside the costume, lifted and on display.

"Thank you," the maid replied, curious.

"Dismissed," Gloria told the Maid. "I'll take over here."

"Ma'am?"

"You heard me," Gloria said as she finished putting the collar on her neck. "Go."

"A... Very well," the woman replied, heading for the door when it was opened and a man and a woman, dressed in matching biker's jackets and leathers entered.

"Hello!" Gloria called out. "Welcome! All that you see here is available for your use," she gave a bow and a swing of her arms across everything. "Please, enjoy."

The two bikers held a quick discussion, and reached an equally quick agreement. They grabbed the nude former maid by the arms and dragged her back further into the room. "Evening," the woman said to Gloria even as the woman they 'captured' didn't fight them at all. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Sometimes on occasion," Gloria replied as the man stuffed their captive's mouth with cloth, the two of them securing her in place. "However, I prefer my enjoyment to be with another person," she said as she handed the woman a saw.

The two bikers took the saw in their hands, and with inexperience and no care for their victim, sawed the woman in half, leaving her a bloody mess as her insides spilled out. It wasn't fatal. Immediately. Gloria watched as they did that, wondering if she could talk them into doing that for her. It sounded painful by the stifled screams of their victim.

"Your pants are bloody," the man said, indicating his counterpart's clothes.

"Same with you," she replied with lust in her voice. She pressed herself against him, and as Gloria watched, they began to open up their pants and have sex. She looked to the woman who was the maid before her, and she was gone, obviously restoring herself in the front hall of the event.

Which left her alone with the two of them. So she waited for them to get the actions out of their system, watching them until they were done.

"Did you like that?" the woman asked her when they were done, but not yet separated. She put a finger into their mixed juices, and stirred before licking it. "Watching?"

"I aim to please," Gloria replied. It was hot!

"Be a dear," the woman said, indicating her discarded jacket. "There a gun in one of my pockets," she informed Gloria who raised an eyebrow at that. "Give it to me."

Gloria did just that, finding the pistol in a holster sewn into the inside of the jacket. The woman took it, checked that it was loaded, then shot her sexual conquest, once in the head, then twice in the chest. "He knew it was going to happen," she told Gloria, who was too shocked by the sudden violence to parse it. The woman rocked her hips another time, drawing the last from the man before pulling herself off of him. She didn't bother cleaning herself, or putting her pants back on.

She gestured at her loins with the pistol. "Clean that," she said.

So Gloria got to her knees, feeling the press of the warm barrel to her forehead as she played with the woman's wet pussy with her tongue, her eyes closed as the woman waited for her to finish, which she did, pulling back, face a mess. "Anything else mistress?" she asked.

"Yes, actually," the woman said. "I've seen porn where a gun is stuck up a woman's pussy, and the trigger is pulled," Gloria stood as she talked. She then flipped the gun around and handed it to Gloria. "Do me, so I can feel it," she turned around and bent over the same table as her lover, spreading her legs to expose her ass and pussy. "After that, I dunno."

Gloria obliged, taking the gun in hand, and with more force than necessary, shoved it up into the woman, ignoring the yell of pain, where she pulled the trigger. The retort was loud, but the woman's flinch as she was shot caused her to bounce up, then back down.

Gloria pulled the trigger again, again and again, until there was nothing left to shoot. She took her hand off the gun and rolled the woman over, seeing a few places where the bullets had come out. She was dead.

"Well," Gloria muttered as she went to clean up. "Maybe next time, someone will think about me."