The Tale of Laniakea--Chapter 1: The Magic Bottle It was 3:45 am. Sunday morning. A girl in a hooded sweatshirt is seen stumbling the streets, giggles could be heard piercing the night. She was coming home from a party, a bit drunk. Specifically, it was her birthday party. She had just turned 24, and now planned to spend a good chunk of her Sunday sleeping and recovering from the hangover she assumed she would have.
She walked up some steps and stood wobbling in front of a door. She fondled around in her pockets trying to find something. With success in her face, she pulled out the object: her keys. She began to fumble with them, trying to find the correct key to the door. As she did, she noticed something sparkling on the ground. She jumped off the small landing, and pushed her face closer to it. She couldn’t make out everything about the object, but what she could tell was that it was a bottle! “Aww…zomebody gave me ‘nother dink fo me birth’ay! Zats cuuuuuuute~!” She gi
The patientDoctor Brad Taylor was looking through the see-through mirror at the girl struggling on the floor. The girl was blindfolded and dressed in a sturdy straight-jacket, the standard solution to restrain patients needing some... time-out.
"I don't think you will have any more trouble with her during your night shift, Sandra," he said to his assistant.
The woman in the white coat next to him nodded. "I heard she put up quite a struggle?" she asked.
"Yes, she did. Those bondophrenics are a real danger to themselves, and to other people they meet out there. But luckily we caught her... Did you read the article I wrote for the Psychiatric Journal?"
"I did, Dr Taylor," Sandra acknowledged, "but I wonder. This woman, she is kinky for sure, an incurable bondage addict maybe, but can one say she is... ill?"
"Oh yes, bondophrenic people are ill!" Taylor insisted, "Bondophrenics want to tie up everybody... everyone they get in sight. That is what distinguishes them from bondage addicts. In the last p
Hypnotia and the weird heist, part 1
Routines, however reassuring they are, always need to be pushed aside from time to time.
This was the thought that had kept on popping up in her mind as Hypnotia was still working through another intricate plan in which she was a part of. The super-villain, still serving the Mandarin loyally, had begun to see a certain pattern emerge from her day-to-day cycle. Plan, act, one of her allies would make a mistake, get beaten by Iron Man and his allies, rinse, repeat. While she did have her small victories from time to time, nothing seemed to conclude in a way that could be deemed satisfactory for her. Things had to change.
Getting away from her partners for one single night, the villainess strutted in the streets of New York City in civilian clothes. With her costume hidden underneath, she began to ponder about what could potentially excite her. A fight with another super-hero, perhaps? There were, after all, a very vast selection of capes and tights in the big apple that would surely be v
Mannequin Part 5 I had to fight to get a breath in here and there, it was almost impossible. I continued to have constant tears streaming out of my eyes, due to all the pain. She couldn't possibly tell the pain I was in, she had no way of knowing, if she didn't already know. There was too much pain from everywhere around me, I eventually blacked out.
When I woke up, it must have been at least quite a few hours later, and the lady was just walking in. "I forgot to give you something to eat and drink." She said, pulling out three water bottles. "I won't be able to give you any drinks tonight, so I'll have to give you a lot now." She stuck each one to the lips that she opened up, and I drank all three, the water having to stream through the two wet panties to get to my throat, making the water taste nasty. Next, she pulled out the panties out of my mouth and she fed some mushy substance down the tube, and even though it was nasty I ate it anyway. She replaced the panties into m
Pretend Goth to Pretty Pink Doll (Part 8)The best way to describe how I feel right now? Squeezed! From bottom to top, I'm wearing some high heeled calf boots that are at least a size or two too small. Travel up my fishnet covered legs (the only part of my body not being squeezed) and you get to the super-tight gaff shorts I'm wearing. Incidentally, over top of those are some absolutely feminine frilly panties. Move past the petticoat and skirt, and you get to my torso. Not only am I wearing a super-tight dress that squeezes my whole upper torso, but I also have a locking waist belt attached to the petticoat, which also had a locking belt on the dress which was all over a crushing pink corset. I was barely even able to breathe! Moving to my upper torso, the push up from the corset, combined with the push from the sides of the dress meant I had cleavage! At least that's what it looked like in the little window in the front of the dress. Attached to what looked like so
Taru: FINALLY! MY INVENTION IS COMPLETE!
Taru: Now to turn it on...
Tf-Bot: TF-BOT ACTIVATED.
Taru: YES, IT WORKS!
Taru: Now who to test it on? Blanche? Liona? Funa?
Tf-Bot *to himself*: Hmm, what does this do?
Tf-Bot: SHIT SHIT SHIT!
Taru: I never told him how to use his powers, did I... let's just hope for the best...
Voice: BIMBO PROTOCOL INITIATED
Taru: Ah shit...
1: Aaand there goes my dick.
2: I guess it's time to accept my fate...
3: My ass is really thick...
4: Oooh... So hot...
Tf-Bot: I-I'm so sorry Mast-erm-Mistress...
Tif: Like, what's to be sorry about?
Tf-Bot: Y-you're not angry about yo