Brethren, life in bondage. Book seven. (Brethren life in bondage 7)
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Brethren, life in bondage. Book seven. (Brethren life in bondage 7)
Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the seventh book in the Brethren series. With a respectful nod to House of Gord and maybe just a touch of Insex, Fb presents a feast of flesh and fetish, purely for your titillation. Practising submissive and hoarder of all things kinky she knows exactly what buttons to push!
Brethren, book seven The world has moved on. The stuff of fantasy has become reality but most important of all, there is now absolute truth. Advances in technology mean citizens are no longer able to lie to the law givers. Those dispensing justice can do so without fear of punishing the innocent. Society is no longer prepared to keep or tolerate those who choose to do harm.
And so the Brethren have arisen.
They offer the world another way, a natural justice. They keep the criminals contained and restrained whilst indulging their fetishes and desires. Criminals are presented to the Brethren to live out their days owned and degraded. Within the city's and county's given over to the elite of the Brethren, normality is subjective. Segregated from the rest of society they indulge without prejudice or interference.
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With her mouth sealed by the fully inflated gag her chest heaved as she tried to draw in precious air, she shifted uncomfortably, slowly shaking her head from side to side, trying to reach up with her still bound hands and dislodge the re breather. As her oxygen levels diminished her struggling became a frenzied fight against the hood and the torment of the smothering bag. James was fixated on her eyes, watching her lids droop as her efforts to breathe became ever more exhausting. The re breather rhythmically inflated and sagged, faster and faster, it's movements steadily becoming no more than flutters. The girl fell onto her side her chest convulsing as she began to lose her battle for consciousness. Gruber knelt down beside her once more and unscrewed the re breather
The girl desperately drew lungfuls of air through her nostrils, James could hear the sound of it rasping through the hole in the front of the mask. What little air she was able to draw was tainted with the smell of the hoods overwhelming rubber presence, her mouth packed and aching added to the rubbers oppression of her senses. Gruber stroked her cheek, "the bag allows you just enough air to survive but only if you remain absolutely still, you don't want to walk then you get to remain still, very very still". The girls eyes began to fill with tears. The thought of the pain, spending hours forced to remain motionless and suffocating bound on the floor would be bring, filled her with justifiable dread. She tried to stand and resume her place on the treadmill but it was too late, as the guards held her into a sitting position Gruber screwed the re breather back onto the mask, "you made your choice young lady, enjoy your day".