Brethren, life in bondage, book fourteen (Brethren life in bondage 14)
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Brethren, life in bondage, book fourteen (Brethren life in bondage 14)
Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the fourteenth volume 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 fourteen 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: James wasn’t sure what to do and remained standing beside the woman on the trolley; she looked up at him briefly making him feel oddly uncomfortable. He could see she was a criminal, her lack of thumbs meant any form of meaningful communication would be beyond her but even if this hadn’t been the case the rubber hood that enclosed her head and face was making just breathing difficult enough, let alone speaking.
Excerpt 2: The bottle was only a few feet high, but quite round and large enough to accommodate the body of a full grown female. Sitting on her bottom with knees drawn to her chest, her arms were tucked folded behind her back. With her head protruding from the top, the bottles sculpted neck created a collar which held her head absolutely still. The shoulders of the bottle matched her own, curving elegantly downward, her long black hair cascading down their slopes