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Bandits & Bondage: Chapter 4 – Desert Hospitality

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Bandits & Bondage character portraits in an Egyptian hieroglyph frame

“My luck has been absolute shit since getting dragged into this mess,” Bekksie thought, gnawing uselessly at the wooden bit between her teeth. The wood felt like it was hard as a rock! Her fingers ached from the way they’d been tied, as did her arms and legs, and she was basting in sweat inside the stout sack the bandits had stuffed her in. “What’s the big deal? One little cut and this guy has it...

Bandits & Bondage: Chapter 3 – Ambushed

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Bandits & Bondage character portraits in an Egyptian hieroglyph frame

“You need not keep your secret from me, my dear Astrid. I know what thoughts drive you, deep down. You are a woman, after all, beneath all of that warrior’s bravado. Why run from your true nature? Why continue to struggle against what you are?” Astrid shook her head, biting down on the thick ring that had been wedged between her teeth and secured there with a leather strap around her head. The...

Bandits & Bondage: Chapter 2 – Wind and Sand

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Bandits & Bondage character portraits in an Egyptian hieroglyph frame

“Wouldn’t it be better to travel at night, out of this accursed sun?” Astrid snarled as she settled the last of the wine casks into the wagon, having no trouble hefting them given her brutish nature. She stepped back and wiped sweat from her face, flung it off her hands onto the packed stones at her feet, just off the dock. Galvaera, beyond fed up with her situation as it was, had little patience...

Bandits & Bondage: Chapter 1 – A Simple Delivery

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Bandits & Bondage character portraits in an Egyptian hieroglyph frame

The morning sun was still low over the width of the Su’Ra River, and dozens of vessels crowded the invisible and rarely obeyed lanes of travel as they moved in and out of Kifu’Nemhat, the steady winds blowing in from the Sobe’kaimun Sea making travel upriver a mostly painless affair. Usually. Already the shimmer of heat on the far horizon to the south formed, the day’s scorching heat already well...

Anything for a Scoop – Part 8 (Final)

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Anything for a Scoop – Part 8 (Final) Jennifer sat before Delia, resting upon an office chair as if it were a throne, legs crossed, one latex-clad foot held inches in front of Delia’s face, an expectant smirk upon her full lips.  Delia was on her knees before this gorgeous woman, and she felt her heart racing.  She felt her arms still wrapped around her midsection, still felt the tightness of the...

Anything for a Scoop – Part 7

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Anything for a Scoop – Part 7 Managing a weak, incoherent grunt around the mouth-filling gag, Delia waited for Jennifer to unstrap her from the chair.  She couldn’t make out much of the room’s details, only that there was some vaguely defined equipment hanging in front of her and blinking lights for the computer monitors.  She sucked in an abbreviated breath when Jennifer’s hands once again took...

Anything for a Scoop – Part 6

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Anything for a Scoop – Part 6 Delia heard something.  She stirred ever so slightly, sensation slowly returning to her body.  There was that sound again…what was…?  Voices!  Voices in the darkness. “She’s starting to come out of it,” said a voice.  Delia thought it was a woman’s voice, but it was so far away she couldn’t be sure. “The two of you had better hurry up and finish getting that...

Anything for a Scoop – Part 5

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Anything for a Scoop – Part 5 The doors closed behind her and the air hissed around Delia, and she felt the air around her changing slightly as the pressures equalized, the countdown changing to another five-second timer.  Delia stepped nervously from one foot to the other as she chewed at the bit, eyes glued to the doors in front of her.  She barely registered the drool down her chin now. At...

Anything for a Scoop – Part 4

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Anything for a Scoop – Part 4 Figuring that she’d better get moving before she got caught, Delia came to her feet and winced at the painful volume of the alarm.  She bumped into the door to the room, muttering a curse when it didn’t open.  She noted the keycard reader and the handle, then awkwardly repeated her earlier method of opening a door, hooking the handle with one of the straitjacket...

Anything for a Scoop – Part 3

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Anything for a Scoop – Part 3 With the chatter having died off almost completely from outside the room, Delia began testing the limits of her restraints, grunting and wiggling upon the bed.  She bit down upon the rubber bar in her mouth as she concentrated on getting an idea of just how much she could move.  Unfortunately, thanks to Sei Sei having picked up on her tricks, her movements were...

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