SlaverTickler
03-03-2007, 01:42 PM
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Tamia and the King
Starring Tamia (guest Staring Steph)
By SlaverTickler
Part 2
Steph strugled valiant but vainly as she was pulled through the secret opening in King VonDoom's chaimber. The last thing she saw before the door slid shut were meatle braces wrapping around her client and friend's wrists. At one point the 5'2" beauty almost pulled free of her captor, only to be grabbed by a secound guard who had been sent to assist him. A small capcil was opened near Steph's face, and a she accidently inhailed the fumes that escaped from it, causing her to pass out. The two men smiled wickedly at each other as her legs were lifted of the ground and she was carried down the dimly lit passage.
Upon reaching there destination the agent was placed on a table, and a third man entered the room. Dressed in a long white lab coat he aproched the table as the other two men backed away. His name was Dr. Malice, an inventor who worked for King VonDoom. His invententions were of little consaquence, and often somewhat perverce, but he was the King's cousin, and he'd promissed his Aunt that he would look out for his deviant kin. Smiling down on the busty littly woman, his thick framed glasses began to fog as he caressed her lucious form. With trembling hands he began to unbutton her clinging red blouse, and almost drewled on her as he pulled it back to reveal a black lace braw.
"O-oh my." said Malice, sounding like Floud from "Andy of Mayberry", "Yes, yes, they are simply spectacular, 38-D's if I'm not mistaken."
"40-D's" growned Steph, half asleep.
"Oh, um, sorry." said the evil doctor as he quickly began straping her wrist to the table, "Um, uh, 40-D's you say?"
"Yes lover, you know they... hey, what the fuck is this?!" exclaimed Steph realizing her arms were being restrained, "Who the fuck are you? Let me up right now!"
"Guards, guards!" screamed he cowering man, even though the prisoners wrist were bound, "Quickly knock her out again, though her straining is wrather... erotic." he added, wiping the drewl from his mouth, "Oh yes, yes indeed it is."
Moments later an unconscious Tamia was carried into a dimly lit room, and layed out on a straw matress. Her blue dress had been removed, leaving her with only her red thong and nylons on. Titania had worked her over thoroughly
during the interrogation in VonDoom's chaimber. The leather clad Amazone took hold of the chain that hung from the wall, and place the leather collar arounf the sleeping beauties neck.
Throwing a blanket over the woman's shivering body she smiled, and walked out the door. Slaming it hard on purpose, the loud bang echoed through the room and brought Tam out of her imposed sleep. The last thing she could remember was a rag being pressed against her face, and then the world going grey. Looking through groggy eyes she could see nothing but darkness, and felt leather around he neck.
"Oh no she didn't." said Tamia as she heard a chain rattle behind her, "Well don't it just figuer, that bitch." she cursed as she tested her restraints, "I'll bet she did it with a smile on her face too."
Getting to her feet Tamia felt the blanket fall off and realized she was lacking something, her dress. Reaching down the woman wrapped herslef up, and checked out her seroundings. She found it bizzar that her cell was so big that she couldn't see the wall on the other side. Taking less then a dozen steps she walked into something. With a grunt she begand to feel the smooth serfice of what ever was blocking her path. It was cold, and felt like plastic, but seemed far to refined to be plastic... plexyglass, but why would someone have plaxyglass in a dungeon, she wondered.
The light in the singers cell seemed to dim, and then shadows formed in front of her. Tamia's eye's widened and her jaw dropped as the images came into view. Before her, strapped to an X-Frame, was her agent Steph. The skirt suit she had been wearing was gone, leaving her in just her undergarments (Black lace braw and pantties, thigh high stockings and a garter belt). Tam stepped back in disbelief, she felt her heart go into her throat at the sight of her friend in such a position. Then Dr. Malice stepped into view.
"Oh, oh... um... hello there." said the nerd in the lab coat, "I am, uh, Dr. Malice, and I am the Kings Cousin." he added, "I have been instructed to basicly torture your friend here until you agree to become a Latverian Citezen and renounce you ties to the US, isn't that just wonderful."
"What are yiu going to do to her?" demanded Tamia, as she looked at the lovely face of her unconcious friend, "What have you done to her already."
"Well, uh, nothing... ok I copped a feel, but who wouldn't look at those things." said the vile little man, "Don't worry about her, she won't be put in anypain. I'm not a fan of pain, no Oragams involved there, but I would like to show you something."
Malice pulled out a small little box from his coat, and turned a knob on it. There came sound of gears grinding and something big began to lowere from the cealing on his side of the plexy glass. Looking up she could see it, and it was monsterouse. It had 8 long tenticle like armes, with various tools on the end of each. One had multipul electric tooth brush's, another had several feathers, another had a synthetic hand, and so on. The machien lowered until it was right infron of Steph's taned torso, then the lights on Tamia's side of the room rose, and she couldn't see her friend anymore.
What do you think so far?
Tamia and the King
Starring Tamia (guest Staring Steph)
By SlaverTickler
Part 2
Steph strugled valiant but vainly as she was pulled through the secret opening in King VonDoom's chaimber. The last thing she saw before the door slid shut were meatle braces wrapping around her client and friend's wrists. At one point the 5'2" beauty almost pulled free of her captor, only to be grabbed by a secound guard who had been sent to assist him. A small capcil was opened near Steph's face, and a she accidently inhailed the fumes that escaped from it, causing her to pass out. The two men smiled wickedly at each other as her legs were lifted of the ground and she was carried down the dimly lit passage.
Upon reaching there destination the agent was placed on a table, and a third man entered the room. Dressed in a long white lab coat he aproched the table as the other two men backed away. His name was Dr. Malice, an inventor who worked for King VonDoom. His invententions were of little consaquence, and often somewhat perverce, but he was the King's cousin, and he'd promissed his Aunt that he would look out for his deviant kin. Smiling down on the busty littly woman, his thick framed glasses began to fog as he caressed her lucious form. With trembling hands he began to unbutton her clinging red blouse, and almost drewled on her as he pulled it back to reveal a black lace braw.
"O-oh my." said Malice, sounding like Floud from "Andy of Mayberry", "Yes, yes, they are simply spectacular, 38-D's if I'm not mistaken."
"40-D's" growned Steph, half asleep.
"Oh, um, sorry." said the evil doctor as he quickly began straping her wrist to the table, "Um, uh, 40-D's you say?"
"Yes lover, you know they... hey, what the fuck is this?!" exclaimed Steph realizing her arms were being restrained, "Who the fuck are you? Let me up right now!"
"Guards, guards!" screamed he cowering man, even though the prisoners wrist were bound, "Quickly knock her out again, though her straining is wrather... erotic." he added, wiping the drewl from his mouth, "Oh yes, yes indeed it is."
Moments later an unconscious Tamia was carried into a dimly lit room, and layed out on a straw matress. Her blue dress had been removed, leaving her with only her red thong and nylons on. Titania had worked her over thoroughly
during the interrogation in VonDoom's chaimber. The leather clad Amazone took hold of the chain that hung from the wall, and place the leather collar arounf the sleeping beauties neck.
Throwing a blanket over the woman's shivering body she smiled, and walked out the door. Slaming it hard on purpose, the loud bang echoed through the room and brought Tam out of her imposed sleep. The last thing she could remember was a rag being pressed against her face, and then the world going grey. Looking through groggy eyes she could see nothing but darkness, and felt leather around he neck.
"Oh no she didn't." said Tamia as she heard a chain rattle behind her, "Well don't it just figuer, that bitch." she cursed as she tested her restraints, "I'll bet she did it with a smile on her face too."
Getting to her feet Tamia felt the blanket fall off and realized she was lacking something, her dress. Reaching down the woman wrapped herslef up, and checked out her seroundings. She found it bizzar that her cell was so big that she couldn't see the wall on the other side. Taking less then a dozen steps she walked into something. With a grunt she begand to feel the smooth serfice of what ever was blocking her path. It was cold, and felt like plastic, but seemed far to refined to be plastic... plexyglass, but why would someone have plaxyglass in a dungeon, she wondered.
The light in the singers cell seemed to dim, and then shadows formed in front of her. Tamia's eye's widened and her jaw dropped as the images came into view. Before her, strapped to an X-Frame, was her agent Steph. The skirt suit she had been wearing was gone, leaving her in just her undergarments (Black lace braw and pantties, thigh high stockings and a garter belt). Tam stepped back in disbelief, she felt her heart go into her throat at the sight of her friend in such a position. Then Dr. Malice stepped into view.
"Oh, oh... um... hello there." said the nerd in the lab coat, "I am, uh, Dr. Malice, and I am the Kings Cousin." he added, "I have been instructed to basicly torture your friend here until you agree to become a Latverian Citezen and renounce you ties to the US, isn't that just wonderful."
"What are yiu going to do to her?" demanded Tamia, as she looked at the lovely face of her unconcious friend, "What have you done to her already."
"Well, uh, nothing... ok I copped a feel, but who wouldn't look at those things." said the vile little man, "Don't worry about her, she won't be put in anypain. I'm not a fan of pain, no Oragams involved there, but I would like to show you something."
Malice pulled out a small little box from his coat, and turned a knob on it. There came sound of gears grinding and something big began to lowere from the cealing on his side of the plexy glass. Looking up she could see it, and it was monsterouse. It had 8 long tenticle like armes, with various tools on the end of each. One had multipul electric tooth brush's, another had several feathers, another had a synthetic hand, and so on. The machien lowered until it was right infron of Steph's taned torso, then the lights on Tamia's side of the room rose, and she couldn't see her friend anymore.
What do you think so far?