Brethren, life in bondage. Book six. (Brethren life in bondage 6)
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Brethren, life in bondage. Book six. (Brethren life in bondage 6)
Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the sixth 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 six 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.
Excerpt As the technician lined a small aperture in it's top up with her nose, the guard pulled on the zipper, it closed slowly with a deep ominous sounding burr, just before the cocoon was zipped all the way around the technician placed one of the copper coloured chains into place wedging into the final teeth of the zip. Marianne was now sealed inside, the bag moved with sluggish rolls as she tried to sit up or at least take the pressure on her arms but her efforts were futile. The sales man drew the crowds attention to the screen on the wall, it showed a view of the rubber enclosed Marianne as a heat signature, reds and yellows showed the places on her skin that burned hot within the rubber, cooler areas as blues and greens. Even with just this level of restriction, James could see that Marianne was uncomfortable, only able to breath through her nostrils the small hole in the bag giving a very minimum of cool life giving air. He could see on the image heat transferring along the chain just as the salesman said it would and although it must have been making the heat inside the rubber liveable it would still be difficult for the woman to bear, but the show was nowhere near over. The sales man announced it was time to up the anti. The compressor ran almost silently as it began to pump air into the skin of the cocoon, it was steadily becoming rigid and Marianne's restrained body was about to be crushed between it's balloon like walls.