Brethren, life in bondage. Book three. (Brethren life in bondage 3)
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Brethren, life in bondage. Book three. (Brethren life in bondage 3)
Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the third 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 three 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 The room was all white, the vast bed at it's centre made up with White rubber sheets and pillows. Pippa sat on it's edge still exhausted from her ordeal in the frame. Almost too weak to resist she sat patiently as the ladies released her hands from behind her back, covered them with gel and set about forcing them into rigid leather mitts with rings at their tips. Pippa watched as her fingers disappeared, held flat by their rigid covering her hands were rendered useless. Swiftly they swung her onto the bed and propped her into a half sitting position on the shining White pillows. With silent efficiency she was tied down, legs spread wide, arms secured tightly, held out at right angles to her body. One of the ladies knelt on the bed. Lifting Pippa's head with one hand she forced a glass of clear liquid to her lips, Pippa tried to shake her head but she was too exhausted to fight. Her faint pleading becoming coughs and splutters as she was made to drink. Pippa took gulps of air her face a pained grimace. The high silver shock collar was placed on the pillows beside her. "No, please, you can't do this to me, tell Ed I'll do anything please help me please" her howling became frantic incoherent screams as she pulled against the restraints and ropes holding her to the bed. She arched her back off the covers, her muscles clenched and taut. As Pippa continued to plead and scream, her voice became cracked and hoarse.
A thick rope pulled across the bed dug into Pippa's corseted waist and forced her body back down hard onto the latex sheets. A tug on the rope to pull it tight knocked the breath from her lungs leaving her panting. The ladies left the room and Pippa was alone. She feebly strained against her bondage, the latex of the bed squeaked as her bare flesh clung to it's surface. She began to beg under her breath, a desperate chant over and over, "no, please I'm not ready please, god no". A shadow fell across her as Ed stood at the foot of the bed. "Times up beautiful!".