Brethren, life in bondage. Book two. (Brethren life in bondage 2)
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Brethren, life in bondage. Book two. (Brethren life in bondage 2)
Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the second 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 two
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 1:
The pacing woman was naked apart from a deep steel collar and a pair of rubber mitts, which held her hands flattened and rigid. James could just make out that she was a criminal, even through the thick rubber of the mitts he could see she had no thumbs. He watched in silence as she paced back and forth. Occasionally she tried to hook her fingers around the fencing but the thick latex rendered her enclosed hands useless. James stepped up close to the cage but the woman kept on pacing ignoring him. In fact at times she appeared to stare straight through him. She paused for a moment looking out of the cage, hands against the wire. James took a look at her face more closely, her eyes were opaque black, no pupil, iris or white, just pure black. He studied her, wondering if she even knew he was there. She turned her head and James caught a glimpse of her ears, filled with clear resin she had been rendered totally deaf and blind. She lent against the wire, her breasts forced against the criss cross of metal. James couldn't help himself, with his fingers bent like pincers he sank his nails into her offered nipple.
She franticly tried to pull away but James held tight. She fought and struggled, the skin of her breast being scratched and pulled as she tried to escape the pain he was inflicting. She let out a yell which had an instant and terrifying outcome. The second she let out the sound her body became rigid. As if in a seizure she convulsed, every noise she made, however faint led to another spasm, her face a picture of agony. James realised what was causing her so much pain, she was wearing a shock collar. He let go and she sank to her knees, trying to hold her throbbing nipple with her immobilised, confined hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks and instinct took over. She tried to let out a primal howl, in desperation she pawed at her face, but the collar brought her down till she was barely conscious, laying face down on the flagstones. A thin stream of urine trickled down the inside of her leg.