Elle’s Discovery, pt2

crop of artwork by MenchiMenagerie, story and image here:

See the full story at the WordPress link or here!

This is part 2 of 3 of the lastest collaboration between @MenchiMenagerie and me.


Elle stood in the mouth of the cave and peered into the blackness within.  “You’ve got to be kidding me…” she muttered.  ”This can’t possibly be the place.  Evie must have lied to me…I’ll see her punished severely for this!”

But once her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Elle could see spools of fabric deeper in the passageway.  “Ahh, ok…there we go.  She must keep them here to keep them cool and dry.”

Elle took a look at all the dust and cobwebs, and then glanced down at her pristine white lab coat.  With a sigh, she took it off and folded it neatly before placing it on a clean-ish rock.  It left her wearing only the long black negligee she’d worn under her coat to tempt Evie, but since there wasn’t anyone else around, she wasn’t self-conscious about it.

After a few cautious steps inside, she paused to look about and listen.  Though the cave was creepy, with a sense of foreboding, she couldn’t see or hear anything that suggested danger.  

“Why didn’t I wear flats out in the field?” she muttered while picking her way over the rocky floor in her low heels.  Elle took a dozen more steps inside and grabbed a bolt of silk.  “Oh yeah, because I didn’t expect to go spelunking today.”

The moment she picked up the fabric, she heard a low hissing noise from further within the cave.  Elle froze instantly, her eyes searching the depths for the source of the noise.  

Her instincts were telling her to run, but her scientific curiosity made her pause.  She might not be a skilled fighter like Evie, but she’d had enough training from the Codex Cryptae to have the confidence to stand her ground.

Until she saw a shadowy shape moving in the darkness…on the ceiling.

Now it was time to listen to those instincts.  She turned and began to run toward the entrance, cursing again for wearing heels, and trying to navigate the rocky floor beneath.

‘Splat!’  Something struck her wrist…it was warm, and sticky.  She tried to shake it off, and when that didn’t work, she realized there was a long tendril of it stretching back into the dark.  When she tried to twist and pull away, she felt a sharp tug that yanked her wrist back.

Elle dropped the bolt of fabric, starting to feel a little anxious now.  She tried to keep moving toward the entrance of the cave, struggling against the sticky substance pulling her back.  

‘Splot!’  Another blotch of stickiness struck her high on the back.  Instantly it pulled at her, snapping one of the spaghetti straps of her negligee.  It arrested her forward momentum, and began to pull her backward.  

Desperately, Elle twisted her free arm behind her and reached up to try and pull the sticky stuff away.  Given a moment to think, she would have realized it was a bad move, but panic was beginning to take over her analytical mind.

‘Splut!’  Elle grimaced at her mistake as a third blob snagged her forearm.  Now the tendrils weren’t just tugging her backward, they were pulling her captured wrists together!  She didn’t have the strength or leverage to keep them from being drawn parallel and sealed together.

By then, Elle knew she was caught, but that didn’t mean she was ready to quit struggling.  She writhed and twisted her shoulders, trying to pull her arms apart and lean forward.  That only resulted in her other negligee strap sliding down her arm as her elbows came together.

A clicking sound came from the ceiling above and behind her.  Her mind filled in the image of hardened claws on stone coming closer.  Though she couldn’t see in the darkness behind her, reality actually wasn’t far from her imagination.  

Elle gave one more valiant effort, a violent twist of her body while she planted her feet and tried to pull away.  That bout of struggling caused the front of her negligee to slip off her breasts and land pooled around her waist.  She gasped as the cool air hit her bare flesh, and her resistance faded.

Elle’s struggles prompted her captor to strike both her upper arms with more of the sticky goo and begin to wrap the tendrils around Elle’s upper body.  At that point, both predator and prey knew the fight was over…all that remained was for the captive to submit.

Elle glanced upward, trying in vain to get a look at the creature who had imprisoned her.  She saw only red eyes before a large rounded shadow, and the movement of other, long slender shapes, that coincided with the clicking sounds.  

She was smart enough by now to put the facts together and realize this creature was part of Laressa’s silk production, silk similar to what was wrapping and suspending her at the moment.  But what kind of creature was it?  And what would it do with her?

“My, my, little silk thief,” the voice above Elle said in a light, taunting tone.  “You struggle bravely, but I wonder if you would continue to wriggle so deliciously if you knew just how delightful—and arousing—I found it.”

The words sent a chill through Elle’s body…but the voice…there was something about the voice.  Something incongruent between the voice and the fearsome shape above her.

“Let’s see who we’ve caught stealing today, shall we?” the voice continued.  “Such a lovely shape to go with that delicious wriggling…but let’s see if the face is as lovely as the shape?”

While the creature moved directly above Elle and into a position where they would be face to face, Elle suddenly recognized the voice.  It was one she’d heard several times before—usually in polite conversation, but also whispered breathlessly into her ear.

“L-L-L…Laressa?” Elle gasped, incredulous.

The creature froze in place for a moment, just a moment, before it spoke again.



to be continued…parts 2 and 3 coming soon!


I love commissioning and collaborating with @MenchiMenagerie, because our best ideas come from us riffing on new and saucy interactions between our characters.  A sizzling hot idea will pop up, and suddenly we both know we MUST DO IT!

The above is a crop of his image; you can see the full image on his page: DeviantArt.

Elle’s Discovery

crop of artwork by MenchiMenagerie, story and image here:

See the full story at the WordPress link or here!

This is part 1 of 3 of the lastest collaboration between @MenchiMenagerie and me.


“Evie!” Elle called out while storming into her private office in the Codex Cryptae R&D labs.

“MMMPH!”  Evie replied from where she was swinging, upside down, hanging by her ankles.  Elle had locked her into a new restraint apparatus for some ‘advanced testing’ over an hour ago.  Naked and covered in a sheen of perspiration, with her long golden locks just barely brushing the sofa below her head, Evie had not made much progress in getting free.

Exactly as Elle had planned.

But now, Elle needed Evie’s help.  She unbuckled the thick leather plug gag and pulled it from Evie’s mouth.  She was kind enough to catch Evie’s mouthful of drool with a cloth.  She did not, however, remove any of the other restraints.

“I can’t find Laressa,” she complained.  “I need some more samples of Laressa’s raw silk material.”  Elle reclined on the sofa so she could be closer to Evie’s face.  “I keep sending messengers and stopping by her shop myself, but she’s never around.”

“Yesss…” Evie replied, still slightly swaying in her suspension.  “She needed to take a holiday.  She’s probably away hunting.”  

“Hunting?” Elle questioned.  “I can’t imagine Laressa out hunting for meals.”

“Well, I DO know her a bit better than you,” Evie retorted.  “Her hunting is actually more recreational than for food.”

“So how do I get more of her silk?  Do you know where she stores it?  Or weaves it?”  As she asked, Elle unbuttoned her lab coat, revealing nothing but a black slinky negligee underneath.  She’d planned ahead for a very long testing session with Evie today.

“I do…” Evie’s voice trailed off, distracted by Elle’s revealing attire.  Then she recovered and offered a deal:  “If you let me down from here, I’ll happily take you there.”

Elle leaned back and eyed Evie suspiciously.  She reached up and cradled Evie’s cheek in her hand, drawing Evie’s face close to her own.  “You tell me first, and then I’ll let you down.”

Evie narrowed her eyes.  “Fine, if you’re going to be that way.”  After an exaggerated pout, she told Elle how to find Laressa’s production location.

“Thank you for cooperating,” Elle cooed.  “And now, it’s time for me to let you down.”  Elle slipped the gag back in Evie’s mouth and buckled it in place, ignoring her captive’s protests.  

“I’m sorry to let you down like this…I’ll set you free as soon as I get back.”  She pulled Evie’s face in close to give her a kiss, and then let go to leave Evie swinging again. 

“MMMMPH!!” Evie called out after her, but it was a halfhearted complaint at best. 

In fact, if Elle hadn’t been so set on her mission, she might have noticed the devilish look in Evie’s eyes, or the hint of a smile from beneath the gag.


I love commissioning and collaborating with @MenchiMenagerie, because our best ideas come from us riffing on new and saucy interactions between our characters.  A sizzling hot idea will pop up, and suddenly we both know we MUST DO IT!

The above is a crop of his image; you can see the full image on his page: DeviantArt.

Walk Without Rhythm 2

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Cropped: see full uncensored image with text at WP link below:

Full image and text on my page: Walk Without Rhythm 2

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

(see part 1 here:)

If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.

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

A Private Affair

artwork by menchimenagerie


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 – Teaser Edition

artwork by callmeplisskin

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:


“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–