Testing, Just Encase-pt2

artwork by menchimenagerie

Evie visits the Codex Cryptae Research and Development Labs to assist them with testing a new restraint system, and finds herself enveloped in their project!

Evie visits the Codex Cryptae Research and Development Labs to assist them with testing a new restraint system, and finds herself enveloped in their project!

The full 11 page story includes 4 full size sexy images by menchimenagerie

Part 1 is here.

The above is a crop; you can see the sexy full image on his page or in the PDF. Part 2 of 5 of the story is below; the rest with images will be posted in coming days.

Can’t wait?  Grab a PDF of the full story with images on my Gumroad for only $2.


Evie is my OC, drawn here by MenchiMenagerie and with original design elements by CallMePlisskin



I extended my right foot and dipped my toes into the slime.  It felt cool and thick, resisting my pressure for only a moment before giving way.  I got the feeling it was spreading away from my foot, rather than my foot parting it, all the way until my heel touched the bottom of the tray.  Only then did the slime seem to flow back against and over my foot.

There was an odd tickling sensation as if a hundred little tendrils were examining and exploring my skin.  The gel seemed to bulge and form waves on its surface that moved toward my foot!  A few tendrils broke above the surface across the tray, like they were testing the air.  Instinctively I squeezed my knees together as if to protect myself from attack.

“Still ok, Evie?”  The voice of genuine concern was Agent D’s.  She and Agent J had stayed close, one on each side of me, ready to provide assistance at any hint of my distress.

“All good, Dee.  It’s just tingling a little, and I think it’s getting ready to start climbing.”

I started lowering my left foot into the slime.  As soon as my left toes touched, the slime paused moving around my right foot.  I could feel that it was still active, just waiting, so I continued slipping my foot in until I was standing on my own in the tray.

I had barely stopped moving when the surface of the slime bulged again and began climbing above my ankles.  At first it rose in a uniform wave, but soon advancing tendrils broke through and flowed along the contours of my flesh, determining the direction of the slime’s flow.


Part 3 and images coming soon!

Part 1 is here

Teaser! New Evie story with art by MenchiMenagerie

artwork by menchimenagerie

Evie visits the Codex Cryptae Research and Development Labs to assist them with testing a new restraint system, and finds herself enveloped in their project!

Evie visits the Codex Cryptae Research and Development Labs to assist them with testing a new restraint system, and finds herself enveloped in their project!

The full 11 page story includes 4 full size images by MenchiMenagerie (those are crops above)

The first four pages of the story are below; the rest with images will be posted in coming days. Can’t wait?  Grab a PDF of the full story with images on my Gumroad for only $2.


Evie is my OC, drawn here by MenchiMenagerie and with original design elements by CallMePlisskin



“Hi guys!  Nice of you to invite me back for more testing!”  I gave a big grin and a wave as the team of scientists looked up from their workstations.

“Ahh, Agent Evangeline!” a striking dark-haired woman replied, her eyes lighting up when she saw me.  She smoothed her black skirt and straightened her crisp white lab coat.  “Thank you for making time to come.  You know you’re the first one we think of when we want to test something really special.”  The other men and women around her nodded in unison.

“Hee-hee…flattery will get you everything, Elle,” I cooed in a playful voice.  “Including multiple testing sessions.”

“Delightful,” the tall brunette purred, winking at me before lowering her glasses to look me over.  “Getting you to come multiple times is always our goal, Evie.”

I enjoyed these sessions with the inventors working in the Codex Cryptae Research and Development lab.  They were passionate about their work and wanted to test their innovations rigorously.  In return for my help, they always made sure to keep me outfitted with the latest gadgets and tools of the trade.  

The more rigorous the testing the better–I liked to keep my skills fresh.  They, in turn, took it as their personal mission to have their new inventions outperform, outwit, or outlast me.  I rarely lost, but Agent L and her team rarely failed to push me to my limits.

Plus, they always seemed to know how to show a girl a good time.  The eager grins on their faces told me they had something extra special prepared for me this time.

I looked about and spied a mannequin with a black leather harness strapped tightly about it.  “Hey, Elle!” I called out excitedly.  “Is that the prototype Cinchmaster 9.7 you were talking about?  Is it ready for testing?”  

“It is, but…” she replied with one raised eyebrow,  “We have something else even more remarkable to show you first.”

“Ok, Elle,” I said, still studying the shiny black straps and gleaming steel rings of the legendary restraint system, trying to see what was new.  “As long as you invite me back to test that, too.”

“I promise, yours will be the first body it hugs,” Agent L replied with a soft laugh.  “My entire team has insisted upon it.”  Around her, the entire team nodded and grinned again while she walked to a central workbench.  “Allow me to show you what’s even more impressive than that.”

She scanned the faces of her team until she found the one she was looking for.  “Agent D, will you please bring the flask with the specimen here?”  

A slender, pretty redhead stepped forward and handed Agent L a clear cylinder with a viscous black gel in the bottom.  “Here you are, ma’am,” she said in a deferential tone.  She stood beside her boss and clasped her hands in front of her.  I smiled at her, and when she made eye contact with me she blushed shyly and quickly looked back to Agent L.  

“Thank you, Dee,” Agent L said with a thin smile.  “Stay close, I’ll need you once we begin.”  That brought a proud smile to the young woman’s face.

She swirled the flask and it sloshed around, then quickly settled at the bottom again.  “I call it ‘encasement slime.’  I think it will have defensive and security applications.  Observe.”

Agent L put on a thick glove and picked up a metal rod from her desk.  She placed the rod inside the flask and stirred the goo at the bottom.  When she removed it, the rod was clean and the gel settled again.  “The slime remains inert when in contact with cool, dry materials.  But watch what happens when it comes in contact with something warm and moist.”

She placed the rod in a flask of boiling water to warm it.  This time when she placed the rod in the slime, the black gel slowly began to climb its sides until the rod was enveloped by the slime.  Once it was encased, the gel solidified to a rubbery coating.

“Wow, Elle!”  I exclaimed, genuinely impressed.  “So it seeks out heat and contains it?”

“Yes…and moisture keeps it pliant.”  Agent L nodded.  “Otherwise, it remains stiff and rubbery.”  She picked up the rod with ungloved fingers and held it aloft.

“Amazing!  So it could be a passive trap that activates when a warm object comes by?”

Agent D spoke up:  “Yes!  Or a defense.  Or a restraint.”

“I see…” I replied, winking at her.  “I think Dee has just revealed what you need me for, Elle.”

“Correct.  We’ve tested it extensively with inanimate objects,” Agent L confirmed.  “Now we’re ready for organic testing.  And with something less…passive.”

“So you want to put the slime on me.”  I gave a wry smile to show her I wasn’t at all surprised.

“Yes…”  her eyes twinkled mischievously.  “Or more precisely, put you in the slime.”

I looked at the flask of black gel thoughtfully, trying to imagine what it would feel like, climbing over me and trying to encase me.  I had to admit, the thought excited me more than a little.  

“Ok, I think I can handle having it envelop me.  But what about when it gets over my mouth and nose…how do I breathe?  Or will it go…in me?”  I wasn’t thinking about just my mouth and nose.

“You should definitely keep your mouth closed, but you will be safe.”  Agent L assured me.  “When tested on mannequins the slime simply passed over the nose and ears.  Agents J and D will be standing by, and as soon as it’s solidified, we will free your mouth and keep it open with a breathing tube.”

“You see, as soon as it hardens, we can touch it,” Agent D added.  “And at any time, we can cut and pull it away from you.  You just need to say the word and we’ll separate you from the specimen, and remove any residue.”

I studied their eager and confident faces, trying to think of any other concerns or questions to ask.  I couldn’t think of any.  And while I trusted Elle completely, there was something she was holding back which made me a little nervous.  

There had been a couple times an overly enthusiastic member of her team had put me in a situation more dangerous than they’d planned for.  Or more compromising than they’d let on.

Still, I couldn’t think of any reasons to object.  And it did sound pretty fun and challenging.

“Ok!” I exclaimed excitedly.  “When do we begin?”

“Right away,” Agent L replied with a satisfied smile.


Agent L led me over to where a metal tray lay on the floor.  “We will suspend you over this tray, and fill it with the encasement slime.  Then we will slowly lower you in.”  

I nodded, looking up at the scaffolding held above the tray by a winch, leather cuffs dangling from it.  “I can handle that.”  

“Ahh, yes,” she said, noticing the direction of my gaze.  “Well, not only do we need to lower you in, you’ll need something to hold you should the encasement cause you to lose your balance or struggle.  So we will have to restrain you.”

“Of course…you always do!”  I replied wryly.

“And we need to test the specimen against bare flesh.  So we will, of course, need you to disrobe.”

“Of course…you always do!”  I replied again in the same voice, this time with a knowing grin.

“I can take your clothing someplace safe, Agent Evangeline,” Agent D chirped.

“Thank you, Dee,” I replied, beginning to shed my skinsuit.  After slipping out of it, I removed my choker and Codex Cryptae pendant, and laid them on top of the skinsuit that Agent D had neatly folded for me.  She blushed and looked away while I stood before her in the nude.

“I’ll help you into the cuffs, Evie,” Agent J offered enthusiastically, holding out his hand for mine.

“Now, Jay, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I grinned, and held his hand as I stepped into the metal tray.  He smiled and kept respectful eye contact with me, never once stealing a glance at my naked form.  Unlike many of his gawking peers.  I held my hands up over my head while he unbuckled the hanging restraints and fastened them around my wrists.

Agent J had established himself as the premier restraint designer for the Cryptae labs.  He had supervised the Cinchmaster development program since version 9009, and I was the primary test subject–so we were equally comfortable with him putting restraints on me.  Although we usually didn’t have such a large and curious audience for our testing sessions.

In fact, Agent J was probably the only man who had put me in bondage more than my partner, Will.  (To Will’s credit, he was doing his best to catch up).  I often joked with Jay that his job made him the 3rd luckiest guy in the world.  He had yet to disagree.

Just as Agent J finished securing my wrists together above me, Agent D returned with a larger container of the encasement slime.  “We’ll pour it in the tray as soon as Jay gets you lifted up out of the way.”  

“No need, Jay!”  I said, pulling myself up by the wrist restraints and tucking my knees up to my chest.  “Today is abs day anyway.  Go ahead and pour, Dee!”

I twisted my knees to one side so I could look down and see the slime being poured out into the tray.  It held a circular shape momentarily as it was poured, before spreading to the corners and flattening itself out.  While it was moving it had a greyish matte look, but when it stilled, the surface took on a shiny black gloss.  It was fascinating to watch–and more than a little creepy.

“Whenever you’re ready, Agent Evangeline,” Agent L said in an expectant tone.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, shooting her a quick smile.  I was suddenly feeling a little bit apprehensive.  My breathing had increased and my forehead prickled with perspiration–and it wasn’t just from holding my abdominal crunch for so long.  I could feel myself clasping my hands together tensely above me.

“Are you alright, agent?”  Her words implied concern, but her tone was laced with impatience.

“I’m fine, Elle.  Just taking my time…for science, of course!  So you can all take good notes, you know?”  I put a big smile on my face and suppressed my nervousness.

“Very well,” she said curtly.  “Please enter the specimen tray.”  She sounded a lot more clinical than I’d prefer while I was about to dip my toes into what looked like a woman-eating alien goo.


Part 2 and images coming soon!

Aurora Rush: Gentlemanly Grey

Aurora Rush cover artwork by CallMePlissken

Aurora Rush is wined, dined, and romanced by a rather dashing and gentlemanly alien

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!


Excerpt from Mission 33: Gentlemanly Grey

“Ahh, my delectable Miss Aurora, I know you are awake…please open your eyes and behold me.  It is time to prepare you for our date.”

I didn’t hear the voice so much as felt it in my mind, compelling me to emerge from the darkness of a deep sleep.  Without opening my eyes, I assessed my situation as I’d been trained to do.  

  • Lying on my back, check.  
  • Strapped down to a hard surface, check.  
  • Completely naked, check.

In other words, a typical mid-mission assessment. 


See the full image and read more from Fannda’s book on my site here: Aurora Rush: Gentlemanly Grey

And see Aurora’s other adventures here:

Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Aurora Rush: Synthetic Seductresses

The Silken Trap, pt.2

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.

Evie is my OC, with visual design elements by  CallMePlisskin.

See the full image and read Part 1 and Part 2 of ‘The Silken Trap.’

Here’s an excerpt:

Laressa watched with amusement while I struggled to raise myself up to my knees.  With my arms wrapped tightly to my sides, it took several pushes with my bound wrists to get my hip below me enough to sit up.  It took two more failures before I could tuck my legs underneath and balance on my knees.  Finally, with my hair hanging in my eyes, I was able to look up at her.

“Very good,” Laressa said.  “I know that wasn’t easy, but you showed determination.  Now let’s see about you making amends, yes?”  She got up from the chair and squatted in front of me, looking at me closely.  With a delicate touch of her fingers she drew my hair back from my face.

“Thank you, Mistress,” was all I said.  I felt happy to have earned her approval for my effort.

“To prove obedience, we must first address disobedience, yes?”  She traced her fingers down the side of my face, along my jawline to my chin.  Then she reversed her hand and let her fingernails glide across my exposed neck back below my ear, and down again to my collarbone.  

“Yes, Mistress.”  I thrilled at her touch.  I was tempted to lean into her hand, seeking more.  Her touch was so sensual, I was not yet thinking about what ‘addressing disobedience’ might mean.


See Part 1 of ‘The Silken Trap.’

See Part 2 of ‘The Silken Trap.’

Stolen into the Night

art by Alucard’s Spirit

Agent Katie has caught the attention of Glob the Space Toad.  And as many of you know, if he wants you, he’ll get you at some point!

My friend AlucardsSpirit and I brainstormed some ideas for our respective characters and came up with a fun little art and prose collaboration…what do you think?  Think we should expand the idea some more??  Good!  Because this is part 2, part 1 is here: Out for a Moonlit Stroll (art by Alucard’s Spirit

See his post here:  Stolen into the Night


Several hours later, Glob was stealing away in the moonlight with his delectable captive.  He’d spent a few hours with her inside the cabin, alternately charming and seducing the lovely agent into compliance, and then chasing and nabbing her when she became feisty again. 

Finally, he determined it was time to return to his ship with his prize. He took his time intricately binding his wriggling prey, and then gratuitously fondling her curves whenever she became too quiet and still.  He preferred the wriggling. 

As much as he enjoyed her little squeals and moans, he thought it best to gag her for the short walk to his landing site. Then it was off into the moonlight with her, slung over his shoulder and squirming delightfully. 

~~~~~~Part 1 is here:  Out for a Moonlit Stroll (art by Alucard’s Spirit

Out for a Moonlit Stroll

art by Alucard’s Spirit

Agent Katie tempts fate by walking alone in the woods at night wearing… next to nothing!

My friend AlucardsSpirit and I brainstormed some ideas for our respective characters and came up with a fun little art and prose collaboration…what do you think?  Think we should expand the idea some more??  Good!  Because this is part 1, part 2 is here:  Stolen into the Night (art by Alucard’s Spirit)

See his post here:  Out for a Moonlit Stroll


Agent Katie leaned against the railing and took a deep breath of the clear night air.  The scent of pine and the sweet aroma of the lilacs calmed her. There was nothing like a trip to her family cabin in the woods to ease her stress, and standing on the porch at midnight looking at the stars was a favorite peaceful activity. 

After several weeks straight of intense casework (and one colossal lapse in her judgment), her superiors at the agency had insisted she take a two week vacation.  At first she had resisted because she was so heavily vested in her case. But now that she was here, she was grateful for the time away to de-stress, reflect upon her mistakes, and put the whole sordid deal behind her.

The full moon lit up the woods well enough to clearly see the paths, so on impulse she decided to go for a stroll.  There weren’t any neighbors for a half-mile in any direction, so she felt free to set off in her bare feet and blue silk robe–and once she was away from the cabin, she opened her robe to let the cool air caress her bare skin.  


Glob the Space Toad grinned as he watched the video feed from his favorite drone.  His targets never evaded him for long. When you’re an intergalactic hunter with advanced technology, almost unlimited resources, and an insatiable appetite, not even hiding in a remote cabin in the north woods will keep your prey hidden long. 

“Ahh, yessss…there you are, my delightful Agent Katie…did you really think you could run from me?”  He admired her shape in the blue silk robe she wore, and more than that, he appreciated the effect the cool night air seemed to be having on her through the thin fabric.  

“Soon, my dear, you will be all mine…”


Continued in part 2 here:  Stolen into the Night (art by Alucard’s Spirit)

Aurora Rush: Synthetic Seductresses

Aurora Rush cover artwork by CallMePlissken

Aurora Rush is captured while investigating the pleasure-droid factory–and a most unusual interrogation follows!

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!


Excerpt from Mission 17:  Synthetic Seductresses

“Welcome to Synthetica Prime, Miss Rush.  We are delighted to catch you trespassing.”

The silent sexy silvery sentries snagged my shackled wrists and secured them to cables stretching me taut.  Their womanly curves and feminine faces didn’t match their ruthless rough manhandling, and it was pretty hot to be marched about and manipulated like a mannequin.  

“What kind of prison cell is this?”  I asked the unseen speaker.  “And what’s going on, are you going to interrogate me?”  I hoped I sounded defiant instead of just turned on by that thought.

“No, Miss Rush.  You are in our research and testing laboratory.  Your arrival has offered us the opportunity to study your kind and determine your optimal method of seduction and pleasure.”


See the full image and read more from Fannda’s book on my site here: Aurora Rush: Synthetic Seductresses

And see Aurora’s other adventure here: Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Rewarding the Bold

artwork by menchimenagerie

Mistress Laressa amuses herself with Millie and Evie after their night out in Laressa’s new dresses

See the full story (and saucy artwork) by MenchiMenagerie here!

This story is part of a birthday surprise for my friend and artist Menchi. I commissioned the image above for him and then wrote the story as his present.

Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity, with visual design elements by  CallMePlisskin.

Evie is my OC, with visual design elements by  CallMePlisskin.

Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie, the artist of the work above.


Callie’s Diary, pt. 3

Brimstone County #05 artwork by CallMePlissken

See full image and read Callie’s diary entries: Callie’s Diary, pt 3

Callie’s Diary, pt 2

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

The artwork is the fifth 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.


Dear Diary,

Today the cowpokes from the cattle drive rode into town.  They’d been on the trail for nigh two months now, and they were so filthy and smelly!  

This time, there was a lady cowboy in the crew.  She looked me up and down in the same way ol’ Rosie does, like appraisin’ me an’ all.  When I brought her a mug of ale, she asked where the baths were.  

When I told her and pointed the way, she grabbed my arm an’ said, “no, I want you t’ show me…I’ll be needing you t’ wash my backside…and certain parts o’ my frontside, if you know what I mean, girl.”


See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here:

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1 Callie’s Diary, pt 2 Callie’s Diary, pt 3

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?~~~