Recruiting Girls for the Gods

Rithian Girls provide unusual challenges in recruiting sacrifices for The Ancient Ones

Olkoth stared into his flagon of ale and tried to rub the tension headache from his temples.  The bubbles and foam in his ale reminded him of the nebulous primordial realm in which his master resided, and he wished that he was there now, by his masters’ side.  The task his master had given him ages ago was taking all his patience and will to complete.

He looked at the open ledger before him.  Only fifteen names were listed, and he was expected to recruit twenty nubile new followers for his master before he could return to his master’s side.  Even worse, the fifteen he had already sent through to his masters’ realm had all proved rather unworthy.  The next one needed to be special.

Recruiting worthy followers on this world was difficult in the best circumstances.  It was difficult finding young women who were willing to pledge their bodies and souls to an unknown fate with a ruthless deity.  After days of having their flesh violated by monster after horrific monster, those found worthy would spend eternity as the shared concubines of his master and his fellow celestial entities.  Those who were not found worthy–well he didn’t like to think about those.

Things had been different since he had arrived in Rith.  Oh, recruiting was still challenging for him.  It was just challenging in a different way.

He looked up as a perky young blonde slid into the opposite bench of his booth.  She was quite pretty, had a healthy, youthful and athletic body, a lovely smile, and had pale greenish-blue eyes of a color he’d never seen before.  She carried a confidence he’d seen in many Rithian girls.

“Hi!  Are you Olkoth, the recruiter?” she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

“I am.  What may I do for you?” he replied.  He already knew where this was going.

“I heard about your master, and I think I’d like to be considered to serve him,” she said cheerily.

“I see.  And are you certain that is what you really want–or are you just looking to be fucked by a tentacle monster?”

The pretty blonde looked surprised.  “I…uh…no!  I mean…yes!  I uh…yes, I’m certain.”

“Do tell,” Olkoth sighed wearily.  “Thank you for your interest in my master.  Unfortunately I am unable to extend an offer of enslavement at this time.  Best luck to you in your future servitude.”

He watched as the blonde’s face changed to a disappointed frown, then a frustrated pout.  Then he watched her stomp away rather immaturely.  He sighed again.  Then he pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head.  That was the third one this week.

Olkoth slowly became aware of a change in the atmosphere…and the smell of…strawberries?

He looked up and saw a gorgeous golden-haired woman seated across from him.  Her eyes were of a bright blue he’d only seen in the cosmic flames of the eternal supernova of Nyctelios.  And her sun-kissed flesh was in a shape somewhat fuller and curvier than the last girl.

“Hello,” she said in a calm measured tone.  

“You are very stealthy,” he replied.

“It’s my job to be stealthy.  I hear you are a recruiter of sorts.”

The juvenile lust-smitten grin fell away from Olkoth’s features.  “Oh.  Let me guess.  You want to be fucked by a tentacle monster, too.”

“Tentacle monster?” she asked, looking bored.  “Pffft!!  Please.  Been there, done that.”

“Oh?”  Olkoth’s grin was making a resurgence.  “I suppose, then, you’re aware that what you’re inquiring about requires a lifetime of sexual servitude to the Elder Gods?”

The blonde stared at him with those plasma blue eyes for a moment.  “I sense that’s some sort of test?” she asked.  “Because the Elder Gods are a little tame for my tastes.  I’m seeking something a little spicier and more decadent than those benign do-gooders.”

‘Now we’re getting somewhere,’ Olkoth thought.  “You are correct, that was a test.  As you seem to know, I serve one of the Outer Gods, the true Great Old Ones.  And you are also correct, that their tastes do run a little more…’spicy,’ I think you called it?”

“Well, I’m not interested in pledging my body and soul to just any run-of-the-mill deity.”

Olkoth swallowed hard.  Time to close the deal.  “You understand that service comes at a great cost…your flesh is to be offered as tribute for the pleasure of my master–and his peers.”

“I do indeed understand,” she said with a somber nod.  “To fulfill my destiny, I must stand in the presence of your master, and…achieve physical communion with him.”

“I know of none who would survive such a physical interaction,” Olkoth said.  And what a shame to see that incredible body consumed in a flare of brimstone.  

“If that is my fate, that I die at the hands of your master, I shall consider it his divine will.”

Olkoth blinked rapidly, his breathing quickening.  “And you should also know, that upon entry to my master’s realm, you must first endure the pantheon of horrors that stand between you and his godly presence?”

“Doing so will put me in the proper state of mind to meet our master.”

Olkoth realized he had found a true believer.  But against his better judgment, he decided to risk the wrath of his master with a selfish ploy to taste this magnificent creature for himself.

“Then of course you also know, I must personally see to your worthiness before I can send you to my master’s realm.”  

“I would expect no less,” the woman replied with a level stare.

Olkoth decided to go for broke.  “You would consent to spend several days in servitude to me, collared and shackled, performing many unsavory tasks, satisfying my every desire and whim?”

“I will do all that is commanded of me, and then more, in order to seek your approval.”

“Sign here, please,” Olkoth said quickly, and pushed the ledger across the table with trembling fingers.  His heart raced as he watched her write her name with a flourish.

“Evie,” he read, turning the ledger to face him.  “No last name?”

“None that you need know,” she replied.

“Very well then,” he replied, getting to his feet.  “There is a castle just up the road where we may begin your…indoctrination.  It is small, but the subterranean levels are well appointed.”

“Please lead me,” she replied as she stood beside him.  “I am yours to command.”

“I’ll um…need you to turn and place your hands behind you.  It’s a, uh…symbolic measure that I take you there already bound.”  Willing or not, Olkoth wasn’t letting this one get away.

“I understand,” she replied.  “Oh, and by the way…that wasn’t a ‘no’ on the tentacle monster.”

~~~the end?~~~

The Silken Trap, pt.1

artwork by menchimenagerie

Evie dangles herself as bait for a mysterious predator and finds herself dangling in Laressa’s grip

Long before Evie ever called Laressa ‘Mistress,’ they had a more adversarial relationship…that of hunter and prey. But just who was the hunter, and who was the prey?

Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie.

See the full image and read Part 1 of ‘The Silken Trap.’

Here’s an excerpt:

I had to admit that I was a little surprised at my quarry’s first touch.  I was prepared for an attack, a strike meant to incapacitate or shock me.  But the first touch was light and sensual, and sudden…I didn’t realize the predator was even there yet–there were no footsteps, no movement from the mouth of the alley, nor from deeper within.

That first disconcerting touch was followed by a warm body pressing against my back and firmly pinning me to the wall.  The form leaning into mine felt incredibly strong yet pleasantly soft.  

Then came the hot breath on my shoulder and a sweet heady scent, followed by the soft sensual voice of a woman.  “Such a darling little fly, I will have so much fun with you.”  

The voice was at once seductive and inviting, yet condescending and taunting all at once.  It was the tone of a predator confident that their prey was already defeated and helpless.

I was tempted to spring my trap right then, but instinct and training both told me to wait, draw her in a little more.  There was far too much unknown here…how she was able to approach me unnoticed…why she was so strong…and her intriguingly seductive manner.

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See Part 1 of ‘The Silken Trap.’

Callie’s Diary, pt. 2

Brimstone County #02 artwork by CallMePlissken

See full image and read Callie’s diary entries: Callie’s Diary, pt 2

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

This is the second in a new series from CallMePlissken, set in the Weird West setting of Brimstone County. Innocent saloon girl Callie Sierra has been a very popular new character with multiple appearances. My friend We Are All Mad Here and I decided to try a little different way of storytelling: through diary entries by Callie herself.

Here’s an excerpt: you can read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1 Callie’s Diary, pt 2

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Dear Diary,

Mr. Night removed my wrist cuffs and stood behind me.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and slid the top of my dress down my arms, then freed my breasts from my corset.  I felt his mouth upon me, nuzzling at my neck behind my ear, before I felt the sharp scratch of his teeth.

Suddenly my body was flushed with hot desire for him.  I wanted to turn to face him and kiss him passionately, but he gripped me tight from behind. 

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See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1 Callie’s Diary, pt 2

Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Aurora Rush cover artwork by CallMePlissken

Mission 13: Aurora Rush crashes on an uncharted planet and is Taken by Tentacles!

Full image and excerpt at Katied.life. This Aurora Rush cover was the work of my friend CallMePlissken for Fannda Flames–an author who writes what are affectionately known as ‘trashy novels.’ Fannda has a small but loyal following and is a favorite of Alynnya Slatefire and her friends. Watch my site for more works by Fannda coming soon…and enjoy the excerpt below!

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Excerpt from Mission 13:  Taken by Tentacles

I swatted furiously at the tendrils making their way into my skin-tight space-suit.  If they found their way inside, it would be–

’Ohhhhhhhhhh!’

–too late.  

I clenched down with my thighs pressed together, trying to keep the invader from getting any deeper.  I could feel it pulsing, prodding, probing, prying me apart as it plunged inside my–

’Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’

I shuddered as the surging of the throbbing thrusting appendage sent peals of pleasure rolling through me.  My eyelids fluttered and I momentarily lost focus on the fight.

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See the full image and read more from Fannda’s book on my site here: Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

Brimstone County #02 artwork by callmeplisskin

See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

This is the second in a new series from CallMePlissken, set in the Weird West setting of Brimstone County. Innocent saloon girl Callie Sierra has been a very popular new character with multiple appearances. My friend We Are All Mad Here and I decided to try a little different way of storytelling: through diary entries by Callie herself.

Here’s an excerpt: you can read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

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Dear Diary,

Forgive me for not writing last night after my meeting with Mr. McIan, but I did not make it home until dawn, and woke barely before my next shift was to begin.

As I feared, Mr. McIan’s client was the bad man passing through, a dark soul by the name of Deytun Night.  Some say he’s a creature of the night an’ some say he feeds on warm blood.  

I don’t know about all that, but he was as dark an’ handsome as they come.  Dressed all in black and skin the color of ash, and impossibly dark eyes that made me tremble when they wandered over me.  And his flesh was cold to the touch–I know this, dearest diary, because he tucked his fingers inside my corset when Mr. McIan said he could ‘inspect th’ girl.’

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See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

Sparks and Spanks

artwork by callmeplisskin

Will uncovers a secret about Evie and uses it to his advantage

Will uncovers a secret about Evie and uses it to his advantage

This sexy artwork was completed by my friend CallMePlissken a little over a year ago as a birthday gift for me, which sparked me to write this story of a sexy and romantic interlude between Evie and Will–but for some reason I never put on my site!

Here’s an excerpt: you can read the full story on my site here: Sparks and Spanks

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The soft glow sneaking around the dark window shades stirred me from a deep and satisfying slumber.  The luxurious bedding in which I was nestled had kept my body so warm that I slept peacefully, and the silky feel of fine sheets against naked skin caressed me the few times I moved.

The body heat of the handsome man under the sheets with me certainly contributed to the warmth, and his hand resting on my hip cradled me in much the same way as the down-filled bedding.  His presence was the best reason of all to ignore the pre-dawn glow in the room.

The opportunity to sleep in fine bedding was a rare pleasure; the opportunity to sleep late was a luxury even more rare.  To sleep peacefully, unarmed, and with a man I both loved and trusted was more than my younger self would have dared dream.

To do so after a night of sex and passion that was both amorous and carnal, intimate and adventurous–well damn.  I might never leave this room.

The glow in the room was becoming too bright to ignore though, and I regretfully raised my eyelids to let it in.  When my eyes began to focus I saw Will propped on one elbow looking down at me. Any regrets about opening my eyes vanished.

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Read the full story on my site here: Sparks and Spanks

Captain’s Treasure

‘Alynnya Suspended’ artwork by callmeplisskin

Alynna Slatefire takes another voyage with Captain Catherine–and meets one of Catherine’s peers.

Alynna Slatefire takes another voyage with Captain Catherine–and meets one of Catherine’s peers.

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

Note:  This chapter takes place after the CallMePlissken artwork/story collaboration ‘All Hands on Deck,’ and is depicted in “Alynnya Suspended.”  There are five more pieces of artwork in the ‘two captains’ series that follow this scene–some are on his DeviantArt page, some are on his Hentai Foundry, and some are patron exclusives here: https://www.patreon.com/callmeplissken/posts?filters[tag]=pirates.

Go check them out!

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Captain Salicia walked slowly around me, tracing her fingers over my flesh and making my skin tingle.  She grasped a breast as if it were a piece of fruit she was trying to weigh and squeeze for ripeness.  She did the same to my rear before tracing a finger down into the cleft between my cheeks.  Her other hand traced along my tummy until her hands met between my legs.

I became conscious that Captain Catherine was watching intently, and so I tried desperately not to react.  It would be embarrassing, I thought, to react to her friend’s touch in front of her, and I didn’t want to upset her.

Captain Salicia must have realized I was trying not to react, so she began touching me more deliberately and provocatively, probing inside and around me with fingers, seeking out those special spots that she knew would force me to react.  

It became a struggle of wills that I was destined to lose, and to my chagrin, I promptly did.  Despite my resistance, I began shifting my hips and moaning softly.

Stories in the Candlelight pt.2

artwork by menchimenagerie

Laressa drops in on Evie and Millie’s evening with a reminder and warning for Evie

Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity and Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie and appear with their permission.

Recently I commissioned my good friend and artist/author Menchi for a two-part tale of an encounter between Evie and The Jaded Entity’s Millie–an evening during which his character Laressa ‘drops in.’

See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

See Part 2 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

Here’s an excerpt:

I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan as the fingertips traced ever so slowly between my thighs, tantalizing as they moved further under my dress.  The touch was delicate but deliberate, leaving no doubt that its owner was in control–that I was under their control.

My mind told me that the touch was familiar, that I knew who this was behind me.  The whispers had stopped, and my head was clearing as I realized my chin was no longer in their grip.

Instead, those fingertips were tracing down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest.  They deftly slipped under the fabric of my dress and traced across my upper breast.  They danced teasingly around, brushing close enough to my areolas to make my nipples respond, without making any satisfying connection.

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See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

See Part 2 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

Stories in the Candlelight pt.1

artwork by menchimenagerie

Evie prepares for an intimate evening with Millie, but someone is watching…

Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity and Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie and appear with their permission.

Recently I commissioned my good friend and artist/author Menchi for a two-part tale of an encounter between Evie and The Jaded Entity’s Millie–an evening during which his character Laressa ‘drops in.’

See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

Here’s an excerpt:

By candlelight in the bedroom, I was taking my time with Millie, making her feel just a little more helpless with each added restraint.  I was cautious, not wanting to get ahead of myself, taking care to avoid binding her in too strenuous a position or overwhelm her too quickly.

I listened closely to the delightful little gasps and squeaks as I cinched ankles, knees, wrists and elbows together.  At each stage, I encouraged her to wriggle and test her ropes to make sure they felt satisfyingly snug without pinching or pulling.

I may have also encouraged her to wriggle because she looked so delicious doing it.  It was taking all my willpower not to pull off all her clothes and indulge my own desires.  That would be a mistake; she had put a lot of faith in me, putting herself in my hands, and I didn’t want to betray that trust.

Instead, I simply tugged her top down over her shoulders and uncovered just enough of her breasts and back to make her feel a little vulnerable and exposed.  I did the same with the hem of her skirt, exposing her pert little bottom (and suppressing my urge to smack or pinch it!).

“How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked softly, hesitant to disturb the quiet tension in the room.

Millie gave some more test wriggles, rolling to one side, and tucking her knees to her chest.  “It feels really good, Evie.  I wouldn’t mind being a little more restrained…I want to feel like I really can’t move or escape.”

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See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

Turnabout is Fair(Fore?)Play

story by KatieD in response to Wyland. Read his tale first HERE.

Back in January my good friend and fellow writer Wyland scribed a little tale about his characters Prim and Tia ambushing my Evie and having a little fun/taking a few liberties with her in A Friendly Meeting Tale.

Evie, of course could not let that go unaddressed. She did decide to bide her time and dish out her ‘turnabout’ cold…(and not at all because I got busy and couldn’t finish the story in a timely manner).

Whatever the reasons…enjoy Evie’s ‘Turnabout is Fair(Fore?)Play.’

BUT BE SURE TO READ WYLAND’S TALE HERE FIRST…not only is it important to have ‘PART 1‘ context first, but it’s a quick fun and sexy romp with (blatant teaser) Evie dressed up and treated like their girl-pony, “Honeydew Sparkles.”

Evie’s response includes more descriptions of the events of Part 1, then details Evie’s attempt at giving Prim and Tia their comeuppance. Of course no one can ever really ‘get ahead’ with Prim…

Turnabout is Fair(Fore?)Play