Merry Kinkmas, another 6 microkinkfics!
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aldersprigFrom my card, the left-most column.
Settings include Tír na Cali, and ...unknown.
6 stories, exactly 100 words each.
Content warnings: dubious consent, humiliation.
Uniforms/military
“Something about a woman in combat blacks,” George murmured, “just turns me on.”
“You, officer, are on duty,” the girl teased, “and should not be drinking.” She was tall, lean, in black BDU’s, close-tailored, her hair fire-engine red, like an alarm.
“Are you saying you’re not on duty?” he leered.
“Not at all,” she laughed, urging him out the back door. “What I am saying is that I have a hard time turning down a man in uniform… my lovely officer Carter.”
“This… this is a black unmarked van,” he slurred, but the buttons on the shirt were coming undone.
Consent play
“You may not consent,” her Master whispered in her ear. “Anything that they want from you, they must take by force. And you may hurt them as much as you want to stop them. Do you understand?”
Felicia nodded, licking her lips. The drugs in her system fought his orders, making her want to be mounted, to be taken… but his orders would win out. He knew she had that much control.
She moved through his guests - drunken, drugged, horny - wanting someone to touch her. Daring them.
“Pretty thing….” The hand felt so good, until she broke it.
Gangbang
The males were fighting over her.
Tethered in the middle of the pit, there wasn’t much Anna could do but watch the fight… and, when someone got close enough, present herself to them. A lizardman managed to penetrate her, barely, before the catman threw him across the pit. The catman bit the back of her neck and took her with a pleased yowl, pumping fast, urgently. A mouseman, finding the proper orifice filled, in desperation aimed for her mouth and, taking pity, Anna took him in.
Someone else was stroking her back, tired of fighting, maybe? He’d have his turn.
Whipping/Flogging
Stephen knew what flogger felt like, cracking down across his back. He took the moment to tie his mistress’s wrists to the post of the four-poster bed.
“That’s it,” she agreed, still sounding very angry, pulling against her bonds. He placed the gag in her mouth but didn’t buckle it shut, giving her something to bite. “Eh,” she grunted. Why was she doing this? Why was he?
He shook the belt out, cracked it once in the air, and laid it hard against her back. The cracking noise made his own back ach with remembered pain. Again. And Again .
Begging
Alec’s cheeks burned with humiliation. The floor was hard against the knees, cold against the forehead.
“Please, Master. Please.”
“More.” The voice was implacable. Uncaring. Distant. Master always sounded like that when Alec begged. Like what Master demanded was disgusting, instead of just mortifying.
“Please, my Lord, I beg of you. I need this. Just a morsel, please, master?”
“If you are very good. Come here.”
Alec knew the drill by now. “Come here” did not mean Alec could move from the floor, no; he slithered on his belly, slowly, to the master’s feet.
“Good dog. Now the hard part.”
Begging, two
Hard part? Alex followed his Master’s feet, so focused on the slow, wriggling crawl that he did not realize at first where they were going. By the time he did, the Master had already grabbed his collar and leashed him, preventing escape.
The Colleseum. The audience hall of the Fifty Elders. Him, naked, on his belly. His Master, kneeling next to him.
“My lords and Ladies,” his Master began. “I come supplicant before you.”
Supplicant, his Lord?
“I come with this inferior gift,” gift? Him? “hoping that he will please you. For I cannot keep him well, and you could.”
Settings include Tír na Cali, and ...unknown.
6 stories, exactly 100 words each.
Content warnings: dubious consent, humiliation.
Uniforms/military
“Something about a woman in combat blacks,” George murmured, “just turns me on.”
“You, officer, are on duty,” the girl teased, “and should not be drinking.” She was tall, lean, in black BDU’s, close-tailored, her hair fire-engine red, like an alarm.
“Are you saying you’re not on duty?” he leered.
“Not at all,” she laughed, urging him out the back door. “What I am saying is that I have a hard time turning down a man in uniform… my lovely officer Carter.”
“This… this is a black unmarked van,” he slurred, but the buttons on the shirt were coming undone.
Consent play
“You may not consent,” her Master whispered in her ear. “Anything that they want from you, they must take by force. And you may hurt them as much as you want to stop them. Do you understand?”
Felicia nodded, licking her lips. The drugs in her system fought his orders, making her want to be mounted, to be taken… but his orders would win out. He knew she had that much control.
She moved through his guests - drunken, drugged, horny - wanting someone to touch her. Daring them.
“Pretty thing….” The hand felt so good, until she broke it.
Gangbang
The males were fighting over her.
Tethered in the middle of the pit, there wasn’t much Anna could do but watch the fight… and, when someone got close enough, present herself to them. A lizardman managed to penetrate her, barely, before the catman threw him across the pit. The catman bit the back of her neck and took her with a pleased yowl, pumping fast, urgently. A mouseman, finding the proper orifice filled, in desperation aimed for her mouth and, taking pity, Anna took him in.
Someone else was stroking her back, tired of fighting, maybe? He’d have his turn.
Whipping/Flogging
Stephen knew what flogger felt like, cracking down across his back. He took the moment to tie his mistress’s wrists to the post of the four-poster bed.
“That’s it,” she agreed, still sounding very angry, pulling against her bonds. He placed the gag in her mouth but didn’t buckle it shut, giving her something to bite. “Eh,” she grunted. Why was she doing this? Why was he?
He shook the belt out, cracked it once in the air, and laid it hard against her back. The cracking noise made his own back ach with remembered pain. Again. And Again .
Begging
Alec’s cheeks burned with humiliation. The floor was hard against the knees, cold against the forehead.
“Please, Master. Please.”
“More.” The voice was implacable. Uncaring. Distant. Master always sounded like that when Alec begged. Like what Master demanded was disgusting, instead of just mortifying.
“Please, my Lord, I beg of you. I need this. Just a morsel, please, master?”
“If you are very good. Come here.”
Alec knew the drill by now. “Come here” did not mean Alec could move from the floor, no; he slithered on his belly, slowly, to the master’s feet.
“Good dog. Now the hard part.”
Begging, two
Hard part? Alex followed his Master’s feet, so focused on the slow, wriggling crawl that he did not realize at first where they were going. By the time he did, the Master had already grabbed his collar and leashed him, preventing escape.
The Colleseum. The audience hall of the Fifty Elders. Him, naked, on his belly. His Master, kneeling next to him.
“My lords and Ladies,” his Master began. “I come supplicant before you.”
Supplicant, his Lord?
“I come with this inferior gift,” gift? Him? “hoping that he will please you. For I cannot keep him well, and you could.”
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Date: 2012-01-09 12:50 am (UTC)You come up with such interesting, complicated consent play :D
Poor Anna! Though she might be enjoying herself, I can't really tell.
Typos: "And Again ."
I wonder what Alec wants/needs... Whoa, and what's going to happen with him.
Good stuff :D
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Date: 2012-01-09 12:59 am (UTC)And yes. US Military doesn't usually make good Cali slaves.
Re Anna... I realized I don't like writing gang bangs.
Thanks!