Cheering for you, my creative kinksters!

For years I’ve been a patron of my favorite artists and I believe in supporting them in ALL their efforts, not only financially, but also as a creative partner, advisor, confidant, and yes–cheerleader.

My friend AlucardsSpirit made this image as a surprise for me, saying: “this is what you are to the community.”

He followed it up, saying: “You always have positive feedback and urge people to keep at it.”

I was deeply touched, to say the least, because I honestly do want to do everything I can to help my friends and my community succeed.

I just want everyone to be happy and successful, and I want us ALL to have kinky fun times getting there.

I have at times been called cloying (actual quote) and accused of meddling (actual quote), but I remain undeterred, with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind!!

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Thank you all again, my creative kinksters,

And a special thanks to my creative partners in our community. NONE of this would be possible without the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of my collab partners, and I’m grateful to each of them:

AlucardsSpirit, ArtofVenus, WarewolfBarMitzvah, MenchiMenagerie, Saurian-Shade, BlueJaey, RC, and CNC.

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p28

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Time for villain monologuing…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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I gritted my teeth and exhaled slowly, frustrated I’d been unable to talk my way free yet. I’m distracted—my persuasive skills are slipping! I took a deep breath to evaluate my situation.

They were going to strip me, and I couldn’t stop them. They were going to grope and molest me, and there wasn’t much I could do about that either. Well, it wasn’t the first time captors had done that, and wasn’t likely to be the last. Honestly? It usually wasn’t the worst part of my job.

I just had to accept it, be strong, endure, and patiently wait for my chance to escape. As volatile as they were, I needed to not agitate them further. I just wanted them to get this over with.

The leader kept his stance over me and mocked: “Oooweh ye’ look gud bounded up, ‘umie. Real gud.” He really enjoyed lording his dominance over me while blatantly stroking himself!

‘That’s it!’ I thought: stroke his ego. He’d proudly declared me his prisoner from the start. He was so proud to have a human woman under his control. He wanted me to be afraid and submissive to him. Well, I could pretend that—I’d had a bit of experience I could draw upon.

“I admit Sir, you really tricked me, you’ve got me. I’ll cooperate, just please Sir, don’t hurt me.”“Aye, girlie, ‘at more like it! Yer a smart ‘un, ya know ‘en yer beat. Ya belongs to me-–US—now!”

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p27

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Squig’s gettin’ licky wit’ it…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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‘Cunt wrap??’ That was crude! He could have at least called it a thong or panties or something!

I felt hands tugging on my belt and I was pulled over onto my back, rolled awkwardly onto my bound wrists in the small of my back. I shifted my arms to get them crossed more comfortably beneath me—which arched my back and nearly caused my breasts to slip from my blouse.

More hands joined in, fumbling with my belt, sliding fingers under the waistband of my thong bottoms, and pinning my hips down. “No, wait!” I called as I kicked my bound feet and squirmed my hips and tried to wriggle away from the clutching hands. Now one breast did slip out!

The spear point was suddenly visible right above my eyes again. I heard a growl: “be’s still.”

I sighed heavily, frustrated. “Please, you already have all my gear…you don’t need to steal my clothes, too.” I looked up at the little guy with pleading eyes, hoping for some sign he’d relent.

The ‘little guy’ now towered over me, striking a dominant pose and looking proud at being in control. “Stealin’ ‘em? Pffft!” he scoffed. “We’s ain’t stealin’ ‘em, we’s just wants ‘em off ya.’

That brought another round of laughter from the squad, and the hands started picking at the buckle of my belt again. Meanwhile, the little orange squig mount began lapping at my face!

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p26

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Well, that’s rude…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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“Gold?” the snotling leader mocked. “Why din’t ya says? We’s can jus’ trusts ya t’ go git it?”

“Boss! Wait’minit…” The snotling holding the spear cut in. “We’s gonna let this humie-girl go?”

“NO, you idgy-its!” He snarled scornfully. “We’s NOT lettin’ ‘er go! Jus’ lookie all dat curvy girl flesh…worth more’n gold!” He leered and his crew laughed. “We’s alls gon’ enjoy yer girlie flesh, ranger!” As if to emphasize that, the leader slid his hand down his trousers and began to grope himself. “An’ if’n ya don’ pleases us, we’s kin jus’ sells ya to th’ orcs fer ev’n more gold!”

‘Oh, fork,’ I groaned. This was getting worse. I had heard such threats often before, and I often patiently endured manhandling when captured, confident I would eventually escape. And if necessary, I was willing to use my…assets…to charm my captors into letting down their guard.

But these creepy little guys weren’t my typical captors. They didn’t want information, or ransom or bribes. They weren’t intimidated by me as a ranger…and seemed too impulsive and erratic for charm or reason. I was still confident I could escape, but so far they’d kept me controlled.

The squad was emboldened by his words and my helplessness; I felt many hands on bare skin, gripping my legs, and sliding hands inside my blouse. But their leader seemed eager to see more: “Oy!” he commanded. “Get yer slimy hands off dat ‘n get ‘er stinkin’ cunt wrap offa ’er!”

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p25

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Seems a bit nippy out…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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“Thas’ right, boys, caughts ourselfs a reel Ranger,” the leader taunted. “An’ a curvy ‘un, too!”

He circled, watching me closely while his squad removed my gear. Under his watchful eye, and with the tip of that spear hovering over my nose, I didn’t dare resist being stripped. I still had hope they’d take my gear and leave me tied up and alone, but I didn’t really believe it.

Once my wrists were secured, the snotlings untied my ankles just long enough to peel off my long boots. When my bare feet were securely bound again, they removed the net completely.

The entire time, they were pretty blatant about touching and handling my newly exposed flesh. Their orange squig kept sniffing and licking at me, too—I could feel his tongue tasting my skin.

With the net off me, I could finally turn so that my chest wasn’t pressed into the cold wet ground. My blouse was so soaked through that it was barely covering my breasts any more, and I could only imagine how see-through it had become—or what the cold was doing to my nipples.

The leader kept leering at me and adjusting the front of his trousers for the growing bulge there.

“Please, Sir,” I implored him. “I have gold in my purse back at the inn…I can take you there.” I desperately needed to convince him to let me go before things got more out of hand.

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Walk Without Rhythm 2

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

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Our lovely jogger agreed to go with the three goblins if they protected her from the wurm.

(see part 1 here:)

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p24

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Evie’s beginning to see their point…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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THWACK! Something struck the back of my head. “Don’t try nuthin’ humie!” the leader snarled.

“OWWW!” I cried, putting my hand on my head and looking for the source. A spear point poked into my cheek, dissuading me from making any other sudden moves.

“Git ‘at gear off’n ‘er,” the leader commanded his squad. “An’ watch ‘er close, hold ‘er down!”

I felt the top of the net loosen slightly, yet it remained taut from my rear to my ankles. Tiny hands moved through and under the net, unbuckling my armor and sliding it off. One by one, my pauldron, gauntlets and bracers were removed and stowed into the snotling’s packs.

My scarf was pulled away and my long gloves were slid from my arms. I didn’t resist, not with the spearpoint at my cheek, but all their tugging and pulling on me still rolled me back and forth in the snow. Soon my blouse and bustier were soaked through and I shivered in the cold.

“Git ‘er arms together an’ bounded tight,” the leader commanded. “Youse just knows she’s itchin’ t’ fight ya.” He leaned down and looked me in the eye. “Ain’t that right, Ranger?”

Aw, crap. There wasn’t much point in denying I was a Ranger after he’d seen all my gear.

He was right, I wanted to fight, but the odds were clearly not in my favor. I winced as my wrists were crossed in the small of my back, lashed together and cinched tight. I was theirs, for now.

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p23

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Ewwww…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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Another creature responded to the first’s lewd comment with one even creepier: “Yeahhhh…an’ I want sommeh ‘er ‘air for me special prize box.” That drew laughter. “She pretty.” This one was running his hands over my leather-clad legs, too–feeling his hands through my boots was gross enough. I got a chill, and not just because I was pinned down to the cold wet ground.

“Look, uh….sirs,” I said deferentially. “I didn’t mean to trespass and I’m sorry if I insulted you. You caught me, fair and square. I will pay whatever toll is fair if you let me leave your woods.”

The squad leader gave me a disdainful look. “Arr’gant humie. Try’n tells me what fair is. We’s gonna takes whatev’r toll we wants, an’ youse gets no says innit. That what fair is, ‘ere.”

I nodded in acceptance. “I understand. But you don’t need to tie me up, Sir,” I repeated hopefully. “I’ll cooperate, I’ll give you my gear and everything I have, I won’t resist you.”

Finally the snotling boss’ face broke out into a wide grin. “Ahh, but youse sees, girlie. We’s likes how humie girls looks all bounded up. An’ nekkid. An’ bounded an’ nekkid,” he cackled.

‘Aww, fork me,’ I muttered. ‘Not again.’ Well, at least my hands were still unbound. I slid one hand up my body near my head, and prepared to push myself up to go on the attack. It wouldn’t be easy with bound ankles, but I figured I could take out a few of them from my knees.

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p22

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One-track minds…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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‘Ropes??’ I thought, suddenly alarmed. Getting untangled from the net while trying to reason with notoriously unreasonable creatures was one thing…I couldn’t let them get me fully restrained and vulnerable until I had a better handle on the situation!

Wait!” I cried, writhing in the net. “You don’t need to tie me up! I was just trying to help you! There’s an ogre in these woods, and I don’t want to see you all get hurt. I’m no threat to you!”

“Youse? A threat t’ us?” The snotling leader cackled. “We’s th’ only threat ‘n dese woods, girlie. We’s da threats to youse! Ain’t no ogre ‘round ‘ere none, neither. This’ our woods.”

Hands gripped me while the net lifted off my lower legs. Other hands held the net taut over my upper legs and body, keeping me well controlled. My booted ankles were brought together and wrapped in coils of rope. I tried kicking with my feet, to which the leader replied, “tighter!”

‘At least they’re not stripping my boots off,’ I thought. That was a good sign. I’d heard stories of snotling depravity, especially with human women. ‘I’m going to be ok,’ I thought for a moment. I just needed to be patient, and wait for them to make a mistake or leave an opening to escape.

Those hopes dimmed a little, though, when one of the little creatures grasped my inner leg and squeezed it. “Hehe, ya think the boss’ll give us a taste, eh??”

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p21

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Uh-oh…Evie’s in a little bind now…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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“Quit callin’ me ‘li’l guy,’ girlie!” he snarled in a lower, more commanding voice. “Youse the pris’ner of th’ Snotling Squad nows!”

Snotlings? I thought. I’d heard stories of creatures called snotlings before. They were like goblins, only smaller. And while goblins were impulsive and horny and self-destructive and generally unpleasant, snotlings were supposedly driven completely by their most base desires, with no impulse control or self-preservation at all. I could actually be in a bit of real trouble here.

Looking up at my green captor and his orange mount standing over me, he now looked a lot less like a cuddly little goblin youngling, and a lot more like a gnarled and greasy little wretch with malicious intent. What a difference a little perspective made.

And now—as the creature said—I really was his prisoner!

He also seemed to be the leader of his little squad of snotlings, because he began barking orders at the others. He warned them to keep the net taut and keep my body pinned down until they could restrain my limbs.

“Tie dems ropes nice ‘en tight!”

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