9. Succubus We were two weeks out of cryo when we picked up the distress signal. We were on a routine scavenge run, a parsec out, and MSTRUS had woken us for the final approach. < … please *kzt* save us… > “Fuck ’em.” Garret had received news that his daughter had gotten sick while we were on ice. “We don’t have the time OR the fuel to waste on a bunch of corpses.” ...
Epilogue(One Year Later) For the most part Elise Adler had never lamented the fact that she was not a particularly tall woman, for all that she did enjoy wearing high heels and platform boots that added a few inches to her height. Indeed there was something unexpectedly exciting about the fact that most of her subs were taller than she was and yet she could still make them kneel with little more than a word or a sharp look. And then there was the warm comfort she had found playing little spoon when curled up against Claire’s buxom chest or Talia’s athletic frame or, best of all, sandwiched between both of her girlfriends on those nights when all three of them shared a bed. And yet, even as those memories prompted a tiny smile to tug at the corners of her pierced lips, the pale brunette could not help but acknowledge that a little more height would have been useful right about now as she tried to unlock the door in front of her with a backpack slung over one shoulders and a heavy suitcase dangling from her free hand. ...
Chapter 22 Nadia stood motionless as the final mechanical locks sealed the coffin, a dull hum signaling the completion of Elise’s entombment. The duel was over. The coffin had its new occupant. The club was already shifting its attention elsewhere, murmurs of excitement buzzing as the patrons relished the spectacle they had just witnessed. For them, it was another night of twisted entertainment. For Nadia, it was something else entirely. ...
Devon had purchased the baby snake six months ago and played with it whenever she could! Lucifer was a reticulated python and seemed to enjoy the company of this large pink skinned female who liked the feel as Lucifer slithered all over her! One year ago, at twenty-three, Devon had won a very sizable amount from the National Lottery, and was able to purchase the home that she now lived in. It was on her twenty-first birthday, that she had finally undone the apron strings that had kept her tied to her parents back in South Africa. It was not a happy departure from the family home, both her parents and herself got highly agitated, some awful words were exchanged between the three, her father’s final words being: “Don’t even think of running back here from wherever you are in the world when it all goes wrong! We have disowned you now, you ungrateful hussy!” ...
Part Seven A few months had passed since I took part in the Meatgirl Hunt, and since then, things have changed, not only in me but in my surroundings too. The first being that Ollie has decided to take on another shop and expand the business; the owner of this shop, Nathan, was the one who originally trained him in the meatgirl trade and now he wanted to retire, so he offered to sell the business to Ollie, and as it was the town in which Ollie grew up in, it was a no-brainer to take on the additional shop. ...
“mmmphhhh” I squealed through the inflatable rubber gag as the last of Master’s crop strokes landed on my exposed buttocks with an almost ‘rifle crack’ report…it really, really stung but Master’s reaction to my protest was a derisory ‘huff’ and an extra pump of the bulb, forcing the rubber balloon even tighter into my mouth. I felt his leather covered finger circle the base of my buttplug and pushed it just a little deeper into my anus, whilst his other gloved hand groped and found the leather ‘crack strap’ to tighten it by another notch to keep my anal invader even more tightly anchored inside me. Master then located the zip tab of my latex cat suit between my legs and with practised ease pulled the zip back over his ‘red welted’ target, to come to a stop against my seriously tightlaced rubber corset where he slipped a padlock through the zip eyelet and secured it to the foundation garment, itself locked onto my slight frame by three similar heart shaped locks. ...
PART 1 “Oh, Gwen, you’re hopeless, darling. I don’t know why I bother trying to teach you escapology. You’ve had over an hour and you haven’t even come close* to getting free. If I was a baddie, you’d be in real trouble and you can’t always rely on me to get you out of the messes you get yourself into, you know.” Gwen looked up at her best friend and lover, female secret agent U-69, and let her blue eyes widen in apology and a mute plea to be untied. ...
8. Strip Like a torture scene, she laid out her tools on the bed - a pair of handcuffs, two bundles of rope, and a mystery package which had arrived earlier that day. She’d placed a chair in front of the bed, where I now sat, clothed, in anticipation. Sophie was dressed in a black silk robe. She had a surprise, she said. Until then, I could only glimpse nylon calves, and the black heels that buckled around her ankles. ...
Chapter 21 The dancers also wore the perilous, needle-lined heels. The infamous Glass Agony Heels. They were impossibly high, their transparent design showing rows of sharp needles laying in wait in the insoles’ nodules. They would be forcing the dancers to maintain their posture with exact precision. With every movement, the slightest error would send dozens of tiny needles piercing into the soles of their feet. Every placement of their toes, every shift of their weight was a potential trigger for punishment. ...
Chapter Four - Show Ponies The lights dimmed as WhipMistress Sienna and her golden entourage slowly walked back into the darkness and out the exits to the tents in the back lot which served as dressing/preparation rooms. When the lights came back up, GrandMaster Karl was standing in the middle of the presentation area. A young woman wearing a bright white thong bikini with a barely-there matching top was standing to his left. A very ripped beefcake young man wearing a black Speedo that strained to contain his large package stood to his right. Both were oiled and shiny. And both were holding standard size, white foam posterboards with numbers written on them in dark black marker. ...
Chapter Five - Punishment I was making some notes to myself about recommending a choreographer to Mistress Katrina when the lights came back up. GrandMaster Karl was again standing in the middle of the presentation area. The young woman in the bright white microkini was again standing to his left. The beefcake in the bulging black Speedo was again on his right. Both had their white foam posterboards ready to display. ...
You can’t look away. Not that you want to, but even if you did, you couldn’t. You can barely turn your head, and when you do the screen moves with it. Your eyes are glued to it for the foreseeable future, not that you’re complaining. It’s everything you could ask for. The video is showing a side profile of a man. He is fully covered in black polished latex and bent over on a leather padded sawhorse. The camera is watching his left side, positioned slightly higher than his back and about fifteen feet away. With the help of a mirror on the opposite wall your view is exquisite. You see everything. ...
Chapter 3 “Come on kitten, I’m hungry. Our last meal was breakfast, and even if it was a big one, now it’s evening and I want to eat something. Why can’t we go to a restaurant?” “Because I don’t wear the right clothing? I mean look at me. I’m driving around in latex, because you convinced me to wear it.” “Yes, and now, not only does July have a sealed shut mouth, nice work by asking Frank about it by the way, but you also have a new job, and we are going to see each other guaranteed in the future, even if you don’t want to hang out with me or take me on a date.” ...
PART 1 Peter Griffin had had to go on a month-long training course, and with his older children, Chris and Meg, away at Summer Camp, and Brian and little Stewie visiting with her parents, his wife, Lois, was lonely and very, very bored. In the first few days on her own, she had cleaned the house from top to bottom twice, cleared all of the accumulated junk out of the garage and basement and taken it to the dump and even weeded the garden, but after all that, was left with nothing to do but wander aimlessly around wishing her family was back. ...
7. Satine “Sophie, darling, would you get me an Old Fashioned?” “Oui, Monsieur.” It was Halloween. We were out with friends, pre-gaming for “Boos and Booze” - a haunted house party for adults with poor impulse control. “Wow,” Lottie looked stunned, “did she lose a bet or something?” “Ha, something like that, yeah.” Sophie was my sexy French maid for the evening, as penance for the Rob incident. “I’m just trying to enjoy it, while I have the chance.” ...
Chapter 20 Nadia barely slept. All night the chastity belt’s slick latex extension had tormented her, sliding and pressing with every restless turn, keeping her swollen and aching, forever denied. But worse than the physical need was the terror of what Camelia had quietly suggested: Did you consider running? She lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, imagining the consequences. If she defaulted, Abyss would take fifty percent of everything. And Elise… Elise would never let her escape so easily. She still had all the photos. All the confessions. And worst of all, that video, the one where Nadia was on her knees in full rubber, hooded and collared, begging so prettily for release she would never receive. Elise would release everything the moment she ran. Her parents would see exactly what their successful daughter had become: a rubber freak, a chastity slut who had licked another woman’s feet for the chance at an orgasm she never earned. She would never be able to show her face again. The shame would destroy her family. It would destroy her. She could never allow the video out. ...
Baby Kit “Do you wear the harness under the baby clothes?” the caramel skinned colored woman, of Korean and Brazilian descent, asked. There was no reason for her to blush as she licked the woman’s pussy towards a second orgasm. Princess was insatiable most of the time as she found herself getting the former indentured servant off when she was around her once again. She didn’t mind. She was used to being subservient and this was far better treatment than she received the last few years from her old master. ...
7 It had been a few weeks since Valerie’s tearful goodbye at the airport. Jessie had remained living in the penthouse, but now fully as Eleanor’s plaything, becoming her submissive slave, where her days were a blur of surrender and bondage under her dominant, unyielding gaze. The pantry had become her second home, with countless hours spent hogtied on trays, stuffed and glazed, the chill seeping into her bones while chilli-soaked cords that she’d been trussed up with burned against her clit and the vegetables buried deep inside of her shifted with every breath. With Elena now living in another city, no one else remained to torment or distract her while she was stored. ...
Chapter Three - WhipMistress Sierra I don’t like surprises. I especially don’t like surprises when I know that lives are on the line. So when Master Arnold and Master Amani strode out to GrandMaster Karl and immediately began a heated conversation, I was especially attentive. I could see GrandMaster Karl’s mouth and could catch a word or two. Lip reading is a skill I picked up early in life and it has been useful many times. In fact, it saved my life once, but that is a whole different story. ...
Love. Love is a heavy thing. It suffocates you. Weighs on your soul. Suffuses your body. Melts down into your bones. Or, that at least was what Zoya was thinking as she drifted through the station’s control room alone. She checked her neural net to see the status of mining operations. 143,245 active units, with only two percent working below the company’s acceptable threshold. Well within the margins. With work going fine, her mind wandered back to the thing consuming her lately, that oppressive thing, love, and its most recent avatar in her life, a coworker by the name of Dren Cross. ...