Non-Tickling Artwork 2008

[Sablesword]

To reduce clutter, I'm going to use this thread for all my non-tickling (but bound & barefoot) drawings for 2008. Tickling drawings (if I ever finish any) will get their own posts, just like my tickle stories.

 

[Sablesword]

Another drawing

 

[tower98]

Love the detail in the drawing. I found myself dreaming of the ways i would tickle:feather:

 

[Sablesword]

Drench a Wench

"It was suppose to be a "summer job." Merliana Coi had planned to spend just twelve t-weeks as one of the slave-wenches of Club Andromeda, a native cutie for the human and other off-world tourists to play with. Then, with money in the bank, she could return to college.

"That was three t-years ago."

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I'm normally a "if the female isn't barefoot she isn't in bondage, she's just... tied up" sort of guy. In this case, however, I decided to draw a captive non-human cutie wearing flip-flops. Sort of. 🙂

Used a reference photo from Restrained Elegance.

 

[Sablesword]

More drawings

I've written a number of drawings about centaurs (and centauresses) doing the tickling, and someday I'll do one about a centauress getting tickled. In the meantime:

"Ariel enjoyed her vacation at the dude ranch - until the last day, when she learned that the R-Circle-E was a front for an ilicit 'ponygirl' operation."

 

[Sablesword]

Another drawing & a storylet that goes with it:

"Where am I?" Amy asked for the twelfth time, hoping to hear a different answer. Knowing that she wouldn't.

"You are Melissa Amanda Brown dash four, item number 6644-9725-4727," a mechanical voice answered. It spoke directly into her ears, without any sign of a source - another piece of the alien's magic technology. "You are a mental gestalt of the original Melissa Amanda Brown, transferred into a genetically identical body, albeit one with congenital alterations for increased health, longevity, and intelligence."

Unfortunately that made sense. She knew that she was Amy Brown, but when she had suddenly found herself here, instead of in that alien depot on Earth, she quickly realized that her body wasn't quite the same. It felt healthier. As for "increased intelligence," she didn't feel like she was smarter, she just remembered being much stupider back home. In particular, she couldn't believe how stupid she'd been to take the money for the aliens' "genetic and psychological sampling" without first asking how those samples would be used.

"Currently you are in the ITUHNR system, on habitat number fifty-seven," the voice went on. "You are on display, for inspection and bidding by possible private owners."

That made sense too. She was lying in a corridor, on a pad of some wonder-material. A comfy cushion. To either side immaterial curtains waxed and waned, allowing her to catch occasional glimpses of two women to her right and left, but preventing her from communicating. On one side was a skinny blonde, with blue eyes and long straight hair. On the other was a female who looked human except for her emerald green skin and the score of fleshy tendrils on her head that took the place of hair. Amy guessed that she had been placed between the two so that her own richly dark skin would provide a pleasing contrast. The aliens were big on aesthetics.

The voice continued: "You are destined to be a pleasure slave. As a member of a primitive species, you are capable of experiencing pleasure directly, and this is your primary value to Advanced Society. You will be required to experience various pleasures and pamperings so that your owner may vicariously share your experiences. You will not suffer deliberately inflicted pain, noxious or aversive stimuli will be kept to a minimum, and you may request various minor comforts at any time. Do you have any requests to make, at this moment?"

Amy considered. Her bare feet were starting to get chilled. "Yes. Could you please turn up the heat, just a little?" She felt the air around her grow warmer. "Thank you."

"You are welcome. To continue: While various comforts will be provided, personal freedom is not an option. Free persons in Advanced Society necessarily have mental abilities that you do not and never will possess. You will be a slave belonging to either a member of an Advanced species, or an Advanced artificial intelligence. As such, various traditional and psychologically appropriate measures will be applied."

Amy pulled at an example of those "traditional and psychologically appropriate measures": The cuffs restraining her wrists and ankles. She had to admit, grudgingly, that they were comfortable as such things went. They didn't pinch, and she couldn't make them dig painfully into her flesh, no matter how hard she struggled. She tried, once again, and once again found that they refused to hurt her, while continuing to hold her perfectly restrained. In a hogtie at the moment, but a servobot would come by to change her position before the current one became uncomfortable.

"Resistance is futile," the voice said. "However, it will be permitted as long as it brings you pleasure. Do you have any further questions?"

Amy stopped her physical struggle to wrestle briefly with curiosity. She lost. "What's the current bid on me?"

"The current bid on Melissa Amanda Brown dash four, item number 6644-9725-4727, is 6,200 Credits."

 

[lolfoot]

More drawings

I've written a number of drawings about centaurs (and centauresses) doing the tickling, and someday I'll do one about a centauress getting tickled. In the meantime:

"Ariel enjoyed her vacation at the dude ranch - until the last day, when she learned that the R-Circle-E was a front for an ilicit 'ponygirl' operation."

wait a minute...that second and third one

looks like this, lol

 

[Sablesword]

wait a minute...that second and third one

looks like this, lol

Yes it does. And I had permission to use that photo :super_hap And Felix liked the result.

 

[Sablesword]

Another one