Mavis and the Featherlight Ch. 4


As the angel smiled at her, the elf giggled, realising how many locks had now been devoted to securing her sex away. She trembled as Rose released her, running her fingers up and down the curving top of the combined waistband, feeling the layers move together as she realised just how thick it was. Gently, she tugged and tugged at it, trying to get it to budge, and finding that it would move very little. The four padlocks at her sides clicked gently as her attention moved to tugging at them, rattling and pulling. “R-Rose,” She stammered. “It’s… It’s really pretty. B-But…!”

Rose smiled. “It’s heavenly steel, and heavenly bronze in the top layers. Extremely expensive. Oh, Mavis, you look so beautiful.”

Mavis reddened even more. “I m-might, but, Rose… How am I going to hide these under clothes?” She tugged at the padlocks again, her hands shaking with nervous exertion now as she tested their security; soon moving to the waistband, and finding that she could neither manage to push it down, nor tilt it.

“I’ve got some clothes picked out for you that should work just fine,” Rose purred. “You’ve seen how well my dresses hide my own belt. Look.” She said, pointing down at her body. “They’re bulky things. But would you ever think I was wearing anything under here?”

The elf looked up at her, her lip wobbling.

Rose sighed. “Do you already need me to take it all off?” She pouted. “It takes a while, you know. A fair bit longer than it took to put on. That said… I don’t want to make you accept anything that-”

“It’s fine right now. B-But…” Mavis stammered. “Rose, who the hell is this meant to keep out…?”

The angel moved close to her, then, poking her gently in the chest. “You,” She beamed. “And only you. Other people, too, would be nice, but including them in the threat model… I hope you won’t get too smug when I tell you it wouldn’t have changed the design.”

Mavis and the Featherlight Ch. 3


The elf became quite wild after the fifty minute mark passed. Panting and gasping, she tried to ignore the sound of the table creaking under the weight of her knee; Despite knowing that it was useless, and apart from that, obscene, Mavis couldn’t help but keep fucking the edge. The horrible brushes were tormenting her again, flicking and prodding and pricking and touching at her desperately quivering, twitching clit; teasing softly at its tip, its base, its every edge. Still, even now, quick, careful little touches. But now, she was so, so close. So close. She just needed, just a little more! If just one of the brushes, any one, would just linger just a little longer, that might… She might… “Mmmh!” She sobbed, her shaking arm gripping the wobbling chair as, finally, her stamina ran out and she fell back onto it. She pawed at the belt desperately, her hands squeaking up and down. Pressing harder and moving faster as she tried desperately to feel something, anything more than the relentless, torturous touches. The pattern had finally changed, now, but only subtly – only two additional brushes. One poking and tickling at that one spot, deep inside her, that the belt had found earlier – the one that now drove her absolutely insane when it was touched in any way – and one just. Ever so gently, tracing. And caressing, at her lips… Around and around, and then. Up. And down… Mavis didn’t know which was the worst. She didn’t care to reason. The torture went on and on, until her whole body itched and ached with frustration.

By sixty minutes, the elf could only slump against the table. Her chest heaved as she drew one long, shuddering breath after another. By seventy, she was gently, quietly pleading in a voice that only grew higher, more forlorn, anguished and desperate, to be allowed to cum. Her feet beat at the floor, her body only able to endure and endure as, still, the brushes pricked and caressed at her body, holding her still, even now, just… Just shy. Only just. With perfect, mechanical precision, careful, measured little stroke after stroke, touch after touch. Silent, glacial caresses, slow and feather soft – slight touch, after touch, after touch… Somehow, the belt knew not only how much stimulation would be too much, but exactly how much was enough. And through that knowledge, it ensured that no matter how the elf craned her body around, she could get no further or closer. Every touch of the clockwork arms and brushes and nubs was perfectly considered, intricately balanced, and mechanically measured. She would have marvelled at it, were it not so utterly maddening – swooned masochistically at the idea of such treatment, were it not her it was happening to, and quite against her will. Again, the elf began to struggle wildly against the waistband wound tightly around her body, quietly pleading and begging for release as her juices, no longer a drip but now a thin, constant stream, dribbled down the legs of the chair; and yet the belt was adamant in both its cruelty, and the tyrannical snugness of its grip on her pelvis. This state was the one in which the elf was to be kept, now – confined, held against her will, no matter how desperately she tried to escape.

Mavis and the Featherlight Ch. 2


The key was gone.

Immediately, her eyes opened, the elf staring at her empty hand… And then slowly looking down, again, at the firmly locked chastity belt. They moved to her sides, pushing and tugging at the waistband gently – confirming that the belt was properly locked in place, and would not come off. She gasped, almost laughing as the reality of what she’d just done set in. She’d locked herself in chastity! In a heavy, indestructible looking chastity belt that she didn’t understand the mechanisms for, and didn’t have the key for! And if she couldn’t pick it open… Only her beloved Rose could let her out. Of course, she suddenly realised, the haze in her lustful mind slightly clearing – the angel would know what she’d done, even if she got out. She’d find those keys in her safe. Mavis wouldn’t be getting them out. That meant she was already in trouble.

“So why not have a bit of fun?” She supposed, smiling down at the belt, and noticing the gears turning again. Was it wound by her movement? She tilted her body around, watching them turn faster, the belt ticking quicker and louder as she tilted it this way and that. More and more of them were starting to pick up, as if the belt were building up some kind of charge. There was nothing she could do about whatever it was going to do with that charge, but… That was fine. It likely wasn’t anything interesting. And even if it was going to vibrate a little every now and then, surely using almost all of its charge in a few seconds, or, or something… She couldn’t imagine it would be able to do much with the tiny amounts of kinetic power that could be generated by her movements. She wondered for a moment if she should have turned it to the final setting, paralysing the mechanism, but quickly resolved that allowing it to run would make the escape she was going to perform, no matter what, more authentic. More viable for any real person trapped in the chastity belt. Even if it was going to, to mess with her, which didn’t seem likely – for she watched it for several minutes as she sat in the stool, and it didn’t really do anything more except tick and spin its gears – it would only add credence to her coming achievement. Right now, with nothing happening, she wasn’t scared of this tiny clockwork machine at all. Just what was it going to do? Tick and click her to death?

She would soon change her mind, of course.

Mavis and the Featherlight Ch. 1


She was sure it was in here. The angel had been taking it up with her in the evenings for her little work projects. Which was justifiable; The microscope was technically Rose’s. Mavis just needed to use it.

Was it, perhaps…?

She crouched down, her eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness of the space under the bed. Was that… Yes! She could see the microscope! But there was a problem – it was right in the middle, with other things stacked all around it.

Mavis sighed. It was looking like she’d have to pull things out.

Slowly, she slid out the boxes between her and the microscope. She knew she ought not to open them. They looked ornate, and it seemed like they contained either jewellery or precious heirlooms – in either case, not things Mavis would want to explain her reasons for touching. They were inscribed with curved letters written in Enochian, an angelic language Mavis couldn’t read – and that Rose hadn’t taught her much of.

She was quite curious now, though…

Mavis slid out the microscope, sitting it on the bed. Slowly, she leaned on her knees, glancing back down at the boxes. Noticing, then, the carved image on one – a rather lewd depiction of the female reproductive organs.

That was perhaps what hooked her in. Because she was very curious now, curious enough that her concern for her partner’s privacy was slowly overridden. To open this little box and take just a quick peek… It was too tempting.

Slowly, she lifted the lid, and immediately her mouth fell open. She had been expecting to find something quite drab, if valuable. But instead, she’d found herself transfixed – that, and rather scandalised.

It was a chastity belt.

Cut and Run, Chapter 1


Well anyways, when I finally regained consciousness, I found myself aboard a train headed for parts east, and I was trussed up like a Krampus Day Turkey. I soon found out that I was suspended horizontally about a couple of feet from the ceiling of the luggage car, with my head banging against the wall in tune with the swaying of the train.
Turning my head I was able to view below me a Green Oni who appeared to be my guard. She was sitting in a chair underneath me, occasionally glancing up, but with most of her attention fixed upon that Eastern Asian crossword puzzle, what do they call it again? Soo-boo-koo? Did I say Eastern Asian? I meant to say Mist Continent! My bad.
After a couple of hours of my hanging there, I asked her if she could let me go so I could take care of some business. I asked her politely several times to let me go. I even said the magic word: Asshole.

Sojourn’s End Chapter 2, Sojourn’s Ender


“Here on the Chaos, Upper Left, Board for each player there are ten Servitors also known as Shoggoth. They serve as the boards Pawns. Two Mind Flayers as Rooks, two Night Gaunts as Knights, two Mi-Go as Priests, and two Yith as Merchants. Finally, we have one Cthulhu as King and one Cthylla as Queen.”

“Wait!” said Yasu with a triumphant smile. “If the Shoggoth are referred to as servitors then this set must be truly old.”

“You are correct Yasu. This one fact alone gives us an indication of just how truly ancient this set is.”

Schoolgirls Are Real Bitches


Barely containing their laughter now, yet knowing the teen was used to it and the dark elves were allowed to laugh at any human for the silliest of reasons which they deemed fit, the dark elf owners of this sad, humiliated human yanked on his leash, pulling him forwards. They walked to the door in the distance, pausing every now and then to check around for the principal and any other teacher. If they were caught, they knew they would instantly assume that they could take this cute slave away to be used and abused for a while until they grew bored of him, while they would be put in the arena again trying to prove they were better than humans. It wasn’t a battle of swords or fists, but one of wills. They would have to sexually dominate and conquer the humans and prove they didn’t belong in the pancratium. The only rules were no violence, whether dismembering or slapping. They could use aphrodisiacs, masturbation techniques, trampling, squeezing the genitals in a way which aroused them with limited pain, tickle their opponents’ sensitive bits, and anything else which made their opponent beg to surrender on their hands and knees in the standard submission position. Anything else than that was considered failure. If the dark elves failed, they were sold off to a human town to be dressed in hadaka aprons and serve humans for life as sex slaves and maids. They would be on the receiving end of sexual abuse, humiliation, taking orders, and having to suck a lowly human’s toes for a living. At least, that was what the dominant dark elves thought. The minority who turned submissive and decided to serve humans for life found it as normal and exciting at being under a human’s boot and sucking their heels as humans did in this school. It aroused them even with all the humiliation and shame they felt. No one could really explain this, though people claimed it was like a spell an ancient power place on them – they were only turned on by rough and humiliating S&M activities.

Mean Look


She raised her hands to her tiny little bra, also made of black silk and looking like a small ribbon running across her tits. She pulled the bit of skimpy cloth down, covering an exposed nipple. Her enormous tits bounced as she released the bra, now covering a thin strip around her nipples, the centre of her breasts, and her back. She lifted the part over her right breast, looking at the small yet hard nipple sticking out of her areola. She put it back down, covering up her nipple, and looked at the young man. He was gaping at her exposure of her soft tit, and his cock was hard enough to ram a spike into the ground. She grinned widely at him and sat back on the bed, placing her arms below her breasts. She started shaking them back and forth, enjoying how his eyes followed every movement of those rounded orbs.

‘Do you want them, slave?’ she asked, her tits jiggling harder with each word.

The young man’s eyes were too mesmerised by her swaying titflesh to answer. She repeated her question, and this time, he gave the briefest of nods, his eyes following her jiggling tits.

Dark Elf

Welcome To The Sex Dungeon


The kid blushed harder and started unbuttoning his jeans, letting them slide down to his thighs. They started falling down his legs on their own with gravity, and he squealed and grabbed them, pulling them back up. His thighs were pale and slim. That was all she had been able to see. She licked her lips. His shyness was so adorable she could have eaten him up at that moment. 

Although she wouldn’t have minded teasing him and bullying him into taking off his clothes, she really wanted to play with him. He had a kind of cuteness which made everyone want to laugh at him, but play with him and hug him close at the same time. It was hard to explain why.

Irina walked closer and knelt in front of him. He stared at her with big, innocent eyes which looked a little fearful, as if she would judge him for how he looked. Giving him a soft, comforting smile, she reached forward and pulled his hands away. She started taking his clothes off herself while he stood there, frozen, apparently too scared to protest or stop her. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles, then pulled on his foot to make him step out of them. She tugged it off his ankle and gently lifted his other foot. She took it off the other leg as he put it up, and then tossed it away. He was wearing a pair of Mickey Mouse briefs, his hands over his cock. She looked up at him, her heart almost wringing itself out at the adorable little creature. Leaning forward, she planted a gentle kiss on his stomach, a little above the belly button while raising his T-shirt at the same time. He gave a small gasp as she  pulled it up to cover his head, and then pulled his arms out of it. His arms were a little skinny, but felt so soft in her hand. She held his wrists in one hand and pulled his T-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. She moved to remove his underwear, but he placed both hands over it again and shook his head.

Now You See Me, Now You Don’t


You woke up, feeling really groggy. Every part of you hurt. Not just your head though, even your pelvis and backside hurt. You were on the bed, the silk covering your wrists and ankles gone, and in the arms of your arachnid dominatrix. Though she seemed normal again, wearing her kimono and hugging you close, rocking your body back and forth. 

You looked up at her, sleeping peacefully with a smile on her face and holding you close to her. If only she had been like that last night.

Her eyes opened and met yours. They were no longer red, they were now just as deep and soulful as when you met her. You recalled her behaviour towards you the previous day and cried out in panic, scooting away from her. Looking surprised, she moved forward and gently took your shoulders in her hands, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.