Brethren, life in bondage. Book ten. (Brethren life in bondage 10)
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Brethren, life in bondage. Book ten. (Brethren life in bondage 10)
Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the tenth 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 ten 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.
Excerpts
(1)
As the curators nimbly began to lace the bag closed the Mother superior spoke, her voice full of wonder and what sounded to James like a hint of arousal, "as the gel evaporates the leather will shrink, until Marie is reduced to the effigy you see before you" James looked up, the enormity of what Marie had endured to become the leather sculpture she now was hit him. The curators whipped the laces back and forth, inch by inch Marie's flesh disappeared, as the bag was sealed and laced closed. Her body rocked to and fro as they tugged and hauled, pulling on the leather and laces until the wet skin of the bag fit their victim like a second skin. They tied the laces off just below the base of her neck, then before turning her onto her back, switched off the limiter. The effect was instantaneous, once more in control of her own muscle and sinew, Marie began to fight like a tiger. Within the leather bag she thrashed and arched her back off the ground. Like a beached fish she flopped back and forth, every ounce of her strength focused on her futile battle to escape the living hell of the museum and the encroaching suffocation of the leather cocoon.
(2)
Not that standing still looked any more of a comfortable option. As the Italian moved around the girl ended up standing directly in front of James with her back to him, he could now see that not only were her arms forced together but her fingers were too, her hands back to back, each finger encircled with a metal band securing it to its counterpart. Only the very tips of her digits were free to move and they did so in tiny agonised flutters, clawing at the air, tinged purple red by her dwindling circulation and burning nerve endings. James traced the line of her tightly corseted waist with his eyes and spent a few moments savouring the sight of her shapely ass beneath the silk. If he hadn't been in a crowded room he would have had so much fun with that ass!