Howling at the Moon – Chapter 5: Induction

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Alynnya submits herself to a long and arduous initiation process to join The Order of the Red Rose

Here’s the latest chapter from the latest collaboration between me and CallMePlissken!

Chapter 5: Induction is here!

In chapter 5, Alynnya submits herself to Marcus and the senior council of The Order, and wears a symbol of her pledge of obedience.

Chapter 1: A Noble Mission is here!

Chapter 2: Infiltrating The Order is here!

Chapter 3: The Interview is here!

Chapter 4: Introductions is here!

Two page plot teaser is here:

Enjoy!

Etched in Memory

NOTE:  This is ‘part 2’ of a tale started by my good friend Wyland, strongly recommend you read PART 1 HERE first!

The pub remained quiet for a moment as the ranger and her two gnome friends fell face-first onto their table.  Then the place exploded with applause and laughter.  The bartender turned to a chalkboard and added three new hash-marks to the twenty-some that were already there.

A few moments later, three curious young locals stood and wandered over to their table, looks on their faces that indicated nefarious thoughts were overpowering whatever self-restraint they had in their feeble minds.  Each moved behind one of the slumped figures, prepared to grab or grope or whatever other ill-intentioned impulses they were following.

Suddenly a throwing knife sailed between two of them and embedded itself in the tabletop between the heads of the comatose cuties.

The three turned in the direction of its origin, to see a beautiful curvy blonde with another throwing knife in a lifted arm, poised to be launched.  Beside her was an equally beautiful yet somehow curvier blonde with a nocked arrow drawn and ready to let fly.

“The way you’re aiming that arrow,” the first blonde said to the other, loudly enough for the men to hear, “you’re going to miss his heart and hit him in the crotch.”

“Is there a reason you’re stating the obvious?” the second replied.

The three men, their courage coming more from their drinks than their nature, slowly backed away and sat down.  They chose to remain focused on studying the insides of their ale mugs.

The two blonde women made their way to their friends’ table.  “This was an utterly predictable outcome,”  sighed the archer as she slung her bow.

“And yet, would any of them have acted differently if we had warned them?” the other grinned.

“You get the gnomes, I’ll get Aly.”

“I got the gnomes last time.  And Tia snarls in her sleep.”

“Ok, but if Aly pukes down your back, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Upstairs, in a rented room of the inn, the blonde women looked down on the sleeping trio.  They had gently laid them side by side in the double bed so they could sleep off what was sure to be a very painful morning.

“They look so cute and peaceful like that, don’t they?” the archer asked.  “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That they needlessly put themselves in danger without backup, and yet, other than an epic hangover, they’ll not learn anything from it?” replied her blue-eyed companion.

“Not in so many words,” the green-eyed beauty replied.  “Seriously, why so many words?  Who the hell writes your dialogue?”

Her companion only stuck out her tongue by way of response.  Then the two of them got to work preparing a lesson the three sleeping cuties would not soon forget.  

They doubted it would do anything to change their ways, but at least they’d not soon forget.

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The window was high on the wall, so it was very late morning before the rays of sun reached the faces of the sleeping trio.  

The flame-haired gnome stirred first, opening one eye painfully, only to notice her face pressed against a generous naked breast.  “Who..?”  she began.

Her green-haired friend, positioned toward her but with her face pressed into a matching generous breast, replied, “What..?”

The owner of said breasts, lying on her back, also stirred.  Looking past the shocks of green and red hair partially covering her naked chest, she looked about the unfamiliar room.  “Where..?”  If she wasn’t mistaken, she was completely naked–as were the two lean bodies pressed against hers.  “When did…”

The flame-haired gnome tried to sit up, but found that her arms were wrapped around the abdomen of the blonde ranger she was lying upon…and her wrists were bound on the opposite side of the girl’s body!  “How..?”

Squirming hands against her own chest told her that her friend’s hands were bound on her side of the ranger’s body…which meant her own hands were…

“Why, Prim, stop that!”  Tia cried.  “This is neither the time nor the place!”

“Frightfully sorry, Hot-Tits,” she replied sweetly.  “I had no idea whatsoever where my hands had gone to. Most unfortunate.”

Further wriggling led them to realize that not only were their hands bound around the ranger’s body, but Aly’s arms were similarly bound–holding her arms in place while she gave both gnomes a tight hug.  All three of their bodies were held tightly together by the others’ encircling limbs.

Even further squirming led them to discover their legs similarly entangled, with each’s ankles bound to at least two others!

“Prim!  Would you stop moving your hands like that!”

“So extremely sorry, Hot-Tits…I am merely trying to accomplish our escape.”

“Right.  That explains why it is taking three times as long as usual.”

“Well, it is most certainly not my fault if your delightful form is interfering with my hands’ ability to–”

“Ummm…”  Aly said.  “I’m not sure how or why we ended up like this…but we must have had some crazy kinky fun??  Hopefully?”  Her cheeks flushed brightly.  “But I do have one question…”

“What?” Tia grumped.

“Do tell, Starlet Slut!” Prim piped in.

Biting her lip, Aly asked, “Did you happen to leave a blank panel on that goblet?”

Howling at the Moon – Chapter 4: Introductions

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Alynnya submits herself to a long and arduous initiation process to join The Order of the Red Rose

Here’s the latest chapter from the latest collaboration between me and CallMePlissken!

Chapter 4: Introductions is here!

In chapter 4, Alynnya meets the other leadership council members and makes a memorable impression upon them.

Chapter 1: A Noble Mission is here!

Chapter 2: Infiltrating The Order is here!

Chapter 3: The Interview is here!

Two page plot teaser is here:

Enjoy!

A Private Affair

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https://katied.life/friends-and-collaborators/menchimenagerie/a-private-affair/

Here’s a new one-off art and prose combination from my friend “Menchi” and me. The artwork and story together, including the full uncensored piece with TWO captive blondes can be found here: A Private Affair

Menchi is an artist and writer who seems to get better and better with each piece he posts.

Recently Menchi included my Evie in his “kinktober 2020” series, along with We Are All Mad Here’s character Elspeth. Evie and Elspeth have developed a fun ‘frenemies’ relationship and Menchi decided to capitalize on it, showing them restrained ‘together’ in the same artwork.

As a ‘thank you’ for including Evie, I set out to write a quick little story which cast his Laressa as the friendly dominatrix who put Evie and Elspeth in the situation. The artwork and story together including the full uncensored piece with TWO captive blondes can be found here: A Private Affair

Menchi has his own DeviantArt page.

Howling at the Moon – Chapter 3: The Interview

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Alynnya submits herself to a long and arduous initiation process to join The Order of the Red Rose

Are you ready for another multi-chapter story and collaboration between me and CallMePlissken??

I hope so, because Chapter 3: The Interview is here!

The intrigue builds in this chapter and finally leads to a little sexy and saucy at the chapter end.

Chapter 2: Infiltrating The Order is here!

Chapter 1: A Noble Mission is here!

Two page plot teaser is here:

Enjoy!

Howling at the Moon – Chapter 2: Infiltrating The Order

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Alynnya submits herself to a long and arduous initiation process to join The Order of the Red Rose

Are you ready for another multi-chapter story and collaboration between me and CallMePlissken??

I hope so, because Chapter 2: Infiltrating The Order is here!

Chapter 1: A Noble Mission is here!

Two page plot teaser is here:

Enjoy!

Howling at the Moon – Teaser Edition

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Alynnya submits herself to a long and arduous initiation process to join The Order of the Red Rose

Full uncensored image on my site. I’m hoping this two-page teaser will whet your appetite for another multi-chapter story and collaboration with CallMePlissken. Chapter 1 coming soon!

The following is an excerpt; the full story will be published here:

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“You foolish girl!” Marcus sneered.  “You really thought you could play us, Alynnya?  You thought that a few days of wearing our collar and being our little plaything would be enough to get you into The Order of the Red Rose?”  

“The trials we’ve put you through were nothing compared to what the beast will do with you,” Louis added.  The other men nodded in agreement.  “Assuming he accepts you as tribute.”

Marcus turned my chin and made me look directly into his eyes.  “It’s time to let the beast know that you’re ready for the ritual.  And do you know how we let him know you’re ready?”

“You send him an engraved invitation?” I asked mockingly.

“Heh.  Amusing.  No.  Like most animals, the beast can smell when a female is ready to be mated.  You’re going to let him know you’re ready.”

Marcus reached out and slipped his fingers between my legs.  I could have resisted.  I could have clenched my legs closed, could have kicked at him.  I didn’t.  It was pointless.  

He knew as well as I did that I was already wet, that being tightly restrained and fondled and vulnerable would have me highly aroused.  He knew I’d been wet on the carriage ride here.

He looked me in the eye while he caressed me–as if daring me to object, to resist, to beg him to stop.  I did none of those; I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I also didn’t want him to stop.

It became a battle of wills…one which I was, of course, destined to lose.  My body wouldn’t listen to my brain and my brain liked what he was doing to my body.  I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, and I let out a moan.

Marcus grinned.  “You’re close aren’t you?  Just seconds more, and you’re going to come, yes?”  

“Yes, Sir Marcus.”

“One more time, I want to hear you beg me to let you come.”

“Yesss…please, Sir Marcus…please let me come.”

Marcus stopped.  “Oh.  I’m so sorry.  I would…but that’s the beast’s decision now.”

I let out a wail of frustration.  As if in answer, a noise came from the woods.

“Hmmm.” Marcus whispered.  “I think the beast has caught your scent.”

He replaced the gag, and stepped from the pool.  He took one last wistful look at me and turned to take his place with the others.

Only a moment later, a rustling of the low brush signaled the arrival of the beast.  The council members remained silent and still off to one side.  Branches at the edge of the forest parted, and the beast stepped through into the clearing on his hind legs.

He appeared to be nearly eight feet tall, powerfully built with broad shoulders and chest that tapered down to a narrow waist and rippling abs.  His waist was almost the height of my chest, and the rest of him towered over me.  

Walking on his hind legs he looked remarkably human.  From the waist up he looked very human, if not for his canine head, glowing yellow eyes, and mouth full of sharp teeth.  From his hips down, he appeared to have the haunches and legs of a wolf.

He paused only a moment before striding up to me, never giving the council members a second look.  He lowered his face down to meet me, his eyes staring into mine, his hot breath blowing my hair back from my cheeks.  He sniffed once, twice, around my face, then sniffed my hair before lowering his snout down to my chest.

Warm drool escaped his maw and landed on my chest, running down the cleavage of my dress and dripping across my breasts.  He sniffed across my collarbone and up my neck, then plunged his nose between my breasts.  Then he clasped the front of my dress between his teeth, and tore it down the middle to my navel.

I gasped audibly at the sudden tearing and tugging.  At once I felt the cool air against my newly bared flesh, and felt his warm saliva cooling and drying down my front.  All the while I kept my eyes directly on him.  I felt a mixture of fascination and fear–and anticipation.

He licked at my bare breasts, which surprised me enough to make me flinch.  He raised one hand and lifted my breast with just one finger, then let it fall again, and lifted the other.  Carefully and gently he took one claw and traced it over my breasts.  I sucked in my breath and bit my tongue as the tip of his claw caught at my nipple, then traced back and flicked at it again.

Glancing down between my breasts, I saw his cock beginning to swell and emerge from its sheath of fur-covered skin.  Like everything else from his hips down, it had wolf characteristics and seemed to be growing directly out from his body.  Reddish in color with raised ridges and bulges, it was larger and longer than any human man I’d seen.

I must have been staring, because I heard the men snickering from their vantage nearby.  “Now she sees there’s more than one reason he’s called ‘The Beast,’” said Marcus.

To be continued–

Never Trust a Witch in Hot-Pants

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Aly meets a new friend, Jessie…and then Jessie introduces Aly to more of her ‘friends.’

This quick vignette was inspired by watching @CallMePlissken draw the accompanying artwork live on stream last weekend. I can’t take full credit for all the ideas…there were a few others on the stream who were contributing ideas and details to the overall backstory besides just me. I took from the best of our ideas, put a few twists of my own on the tale, and typed it up!

The following is an excerpt; the full vignette is here:

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“Jessie…I don’t understand?  Why?  Are you trying to feed me to some evil creatures or offer me as tribute to them?”

Jessie looked down at me from her perch on the bridge above.  She twirled a free lock of my hair between her fingers (the rest of my hair was diabolically knotted around a rail of the bridge).

“Oh, no, Aly…like I said, I just want to introduce you to my friends.  They will want to have as much fun with you as I am having.  Speaking of them, I should probably summon them now.”

“Uhh..Jessie?”  I was staring in mild alarm at the water suddenly roiling faster than before.  “Are your friends…uhh…friendly?”

“Of course, Aly!  We all want to get to know you more…intimately.”