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Officer Dane steps carefully through the apartment, canvassing the area,  looking carefully over everything with her beady  eyes the color of ripe plums. Very short, with tanned skin and an hourglass build visible through her blue uniform, her fine, wavy, neck-length hair is the color of desert sand. She has an elegant nose and hollow cheeks.

“Officer Dane!” someone calls out.

Dane hurries back to the main crime scene to be confronted by Detective Johnson, the investigating officer, and a CSI named Valentina.

The normally-cheerful detective has slanted blue eyes and fine, white hair combed carefully back. He has a narrow build and wears a dark grey suit. Behind him, CSIs are still at work recording the crime scene; Dane can see the chalk outline where the victim was left bound and gagged in her apartment while the robbers had their way with her. “Hello, officer Dane,” the older detective says with a smile. “I need to ask you to help us with something.”

“Sure,” Officer Dane says with a smile. “Anything!”

Detective Johnson stops, looking embarassed. “Well. . . the victim was naturally released immediately and taken to the hospital, but we want to get photographs of how she was lying when she was tied up. . . You have a similar build to her, so I was hoping yo ucould. . .” he stops there, too embarassed to go on.

“You were hoping I would let you tie me up so you could take photographs of me?” Dane asks, staring at him.

He nods silently.

Dane opens her mouth to answer, then stops. “Well. . .” she says slowly. “Okay, I guess.”

Dane takes off her jacket and hat, and all of her gear, leaving it in a safe place, then walks over to the chalk outline. “Okay,” she says. “How do we start?”

Detective and Valentina are there; the CSI holds up a coil of rope. “Turn around please,” she says.

Dane obeys, and Valentina pulls her arms together behind her back before wrapping the rope around her wrists. She ties it off tightly. “How’s that?” she asks, tugging at the rope, then at Dane’s arm to test the bonds.

“It’s fine,” Dane says.

“Good.” Valentina says, grabbing another coil of rope. She crouches down by Dane’s legs and wraps the rope around her ankles. “Put your feet together, please,” she says. Dane obliges, and Valentina pulls the rope tight then binds it off.

Dane twists a bit in her bonds before settling down. “Okay, go on,” she says.

Valentina produces another coil and wraps the rope around Dane’s knees, wrapping it around several times before pulling it tight and tying it off. “We need you to lie down, now,” she says, scrambling to her feet. With Valentina’s and Johnson’s help, Dane lowers herself down to the floor to lie on her belly, then Valentina crouches beside the prone officer, pulling out yet another coil of rope. “This one is going around your elbows,” she says.

Dane nods, her breath coming loudly. Valentina wraps the last rope around her elbows and pulls on it, pulling them together; Dane’s breath sharpens as her shoulders are drawn back by the pressure, squeezing her body, contracting her lungs. But she doesn’t cry out or say to stop as Valentina pulls her elbows even closer together until they touch. Looking mildly impressed, Valentina grabs a handkerchief and balls it up in her hand. “The victim was gagged with a pair of her own panties,” she says. “But we don’t need to go for that level of realism.” She holds the handkerchief down to Dane’s lips.

Dane opens her mouth wide to let Valentina slip it in. “Mhmph,” she grunts experimentally, closing her mouth over the wadded cloth. She hears the ri-i-ip! of duct tape and twists around to glance over her shuolder up at Valentina who now holds a length of duct tape down toward Dane’s lips. She lies still while the CSI plasters the tape over her mouth, smoothing it down so it clings tightly to her skin.

“Good,” Valentina says, sitting back. “Now, let’s move her into place.” The CSI and the Detective each grab hold of Dane and lift her up; she grunts as they lower her down again, into the chalk outline of their victim. “Okay,” Valentina says, standing to her feet and grabbing her camera. “Get her in position, willya?”

Detective Johnson crouches over Dane and grabs her again, turning her onto her side, pushing her legs and torso about to fit their victim’s position as she was found.

Dane closes her eyes, moaning softly as she hears teh camera click, sees the flash through her closed eyes. Right now, she is very happy that her uniform has dark pants, so they don’t show how very, very wet she is right now.
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I had the idea for this story years ago, then a deviant(who, I forget) suggested the very same idea to me. Well, it took a while, but here it is.

This is my ongoing project, 1,001 bondage stories. See them all here: pornwriter.deviantart.com/art/…

If you can throw a few points my way pornwriter.deviantart.com/?giv… really appreciate it, and give you a feature.

If you have any suggestions for a story, or anything you’d like to see, please tell me.

You can commission a sequel to any of these stories you want: $5 a story.
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Dewey shakes his dark brown hair out of his eyes and grins, shooting a glance at Diana seated beside him. “Gotcha now!” he declared, pressing the buttons on his controller.

Diana grits her teeth and mashes the buttons of her controller desperately, but  sitting side-by-side on the sofa, both best friends know this round of SuperFemme Wrestling 2 can have only one end.

And it comes quickly, when Dewey’s character, MegaMaid, puts Diana’s, Superslut, in a chokehold; the camera pans close over the two fighters, MegaMaid with her legs wrapped through Superslut’s; holding her foe from behind, Megamaid holds her arms wrapped around Superslut’s arms, forcing them up, her hands pulled tight in a sleeper hold around Superslut’s neck.

The awesome graphics show Superslut’s face turning a dark red, her huge breasts bobbing and swaying as she struggles helplessly in her foe’s grip. Dewey stares at her, watching as her tiny top slips, baring her soft flesh, he sees her bottoms turn dark with liquid, her legs kicking feebly.

Diana, whose bust is little smaller than Superslut’s, turns to  give Dewey a sultry look out of the corner of her eye. “You like this part, huh?” she says.

Dewey glances at her, shocked. he opens his mouth to say something, he has no idea what, then she flicks her eyes down. he looks down, following her gaze, to his own crotch, to the bulge in his pants. He flushes as dark as red as Superslut and glances up again. “I-”

Diana laughs. “Come on, man! How long have we been friends? Forever? So you can be honest with me!”

Dewey duckls his head and nods, his cheeks still flaming red.

Grinning widely, Diana pauses teh game just as Superslut is about to pass out, her tongue sticking out, her eyes rolling back in her head. “You should take care of that,” she adds, giving him a wicked grin while she manipulates the camera, focusing it closely on the two combatants, on that final moment before the end.

Dewey flushes again, but he smiles in return. He can’t think of anyone else he would actually do this in front of. . . but it’s Diana. He eases his hands down into his shorts and caresses his hardening cock, staring wide-eyed at the paused game.

Diana slips across the sofa to sit beside him as Dewey slips his shorts open,  pulling his stiffening cock out; it wobbles slightly as fresh blood rushes through it, then his hands close around it and he squeezes its thick shaft, caressing it. “Hey!” she says softly, wrapping an arm across his shoulders, putting her lips close to his ear. “You like me, don’t you?” she asks teasingly. “You want to see me like that?” she nods to the screen.

Dewey groans, his hands tightening around his thick manhood.

“You want me to choke, and piss and struggle,” Diana goes on, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “You want to see me in that exact second! Hovering on the brink, about to pass out. . .” She pressed her lips to his ear. “Come on!” she says with a wide grin. “Do it!”

Dewey moans, then thrusts his arm out, wrapping it across her shoulders, then tightening it, wrapping his forearm acround her neck.

“Ark!” Diana gurgles as Dewey pulls her down, pulling her close into a headlock, closing his arm around her neck; her face turns pink as her air is cut off, but she grins wickedly, and reaches out with her hands to Dewey’s erect cock. He groans softly as she gently wraps her fingers around his manhood, rubbing her hands up and down his thick shaft.

Dewey’s arm tightens convulsively, and Diana chokes, her face turning a deeper shade. Still, she strokes his cock with both her hand now, her finger squeezing his throbbing flesh hard. She trembles, gasping for air, her face turning a dark red, but Dewey’s grip only tightens; his body shudders with pleasure as her hands tremble around his cock, as her body trembles with oxygen starvation, on the verge of passing out.

Dewey throws his head back and cries out, his body bucking; a touch unpauses the gam, and Superslut trembls, shudders, and collapses as Diana’s face turns blue, losing her struggle, as Dewey comes, his naked cock spraying his cum across the screen, over Superslut’s body as she is dropped to lie abandoned on the floor, as Diana shudders and collapses in Dewey’s grip.

Her eyes open a moment later to see Dewey staring intently at her. Slowly, her lips curl into a grin as she stares up into his eyes. “That was incredible!” she exclaims. “Let’s do that again!”

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Kaylon Summer is woken by the pounding on her bedroom door. The young lady sits up as the door is pushed open and her cousin, Andrew, peers in. Kaylon always thought her cousin had an air of cleverness about him, but today he seems subdued, his large pine-green eyes are subdued as he looks at her. “It’s time,” he says quietly.

Kaylon throws back the covers and stands to her feet, wincing as her bare feet land on the cold stone floor of the castle. Like her cousin, she has a slender build,her own deep-set eyes are the color of ivory, her wavy, silky, blue hair hangs over her head, across her shoudlers and down to the middle of her back like the spines of a procupine. She looks down at herself, dressed in a sleeping gown. Normally, she would immediately cross to her chest of drawers and begin dressing, but today there is no point.

Andrew opens the door wider and steps in, letting Nolak in behind him. Kaylon’s maid is slender, the poor dimwitted woman has coarse strawberry-blonde hair, black eyes and a high forehead. She wears a dark green blouse, her best, as she strides in, bearing a heavy basket. She sets it down with a grunt, and rubs at her eyes with the back of her left hand. “I’m sorry, mistress!” she cries out. “I hate to see you go!”

Kaylon draws a deep breath and her eyes meet Andrew’s; the maid’s pessimism is not helping her prepare for the great test she must face today. “Be quiet,” he snaps, turning to Nolak. “And help me prepare your mistress!”

Oh, yes. Kaylon hesitates, staring at Andrew. But there is no point in putting this off. She Turns her back to him and glances over her shoulder at him. he meets her gaze and shrugs. She turns away and draws a deep breath, then grabs her sleeping down and pulls it off over her head.

Her pale skin gleams in the bright morning light streaming in through the large leaded window, the white light from sun and snow running over her tight round ass and long lean legs. Kaylon turns to face her cousin nd her maid, making an effort of will not to cover her body; inevitably, Andrew’s eyes glance over her slender body, her full firm breasts, her narrow waist, and down to the thin tuft of blue hair between her thighs. She blushes a dark red as his gaze lingers there; she had known Andrew her entire life, thought of him as a brother, but this - ! She blew her breath out, and saw it mist in the air before her; she felt her skin form goosebumps, and felt her nipples harden.

Nolak, with the instinctive sense of timing the simple often have, strides between her mistress and Sir Andrew. “Here they are, mistress,” she says, almost plaintively, holding out the two skates she had taken from the basket she bore.

Kaylon glances about, her eyes striking the high-backed chair before her writing desk, situated before the window. “Here,” she says, striding to it. She grabs the heavy wooden chair and pulls it away, turning and sitting sideways in the high-backed chair.

Nolak hurries after her, kneeling by Kaylon’s naked legs, carefully handling the skates: knee-high boots of soft black leather polished to a shine, the long sharp skates capped in leather guards to protect them. Andrew folows, bearing the other item from the basket: a long armbinder made of the same shining black leather, supple, but strong and firm, Kaylon sighs and puts her arms behind her as he walks behind her, linking her hands together to form one fist.

She shivers in the cold air as he slides the supple leather up over her arms, from her hands to her shoulders. He wraps the first buckle across her chest just above her firm breasts, wrapping it up from her left side up over her right shoulder, pulling the end through the buckle there before pulling the other straps the other way, crossing the straps above her breasts, ensuring that she can not escape from the armbinder. Kaylon shivers, not entirely from cold as she hears the second buckle clink as he slides it shut. A sense of helplessness is driven home as she realizes now that she is physically helpless: she can’t use her hands, she can’t use her arms for anything, not even for balance, certainly not to fight.

That, of course, is the point.

Nokal slips the tall skates onto her feet, the supple black leather sliding over her naked skin up to her knees; custom-made by the greatest leatherworker in this northern kingdom, they fit her like a scond skin.

Behind her back, Andrew grabs the laces of the armbinder and begins to pull them tight. Kaylong grunts as the laces pull the leather tight, drawing her elbows together behind. Her shoulders are pulled back, forcing her naked breasts sharply out,. She can feel her breath quicken as her slender body is compressed by the tight bindings her heart hammering in her throat as Andrew pulls the laces tight, then ties them off. He reaches around her shoulders, his firm fingers glidsing over her naked skin to grab at the straps across her chest once more and pull them even tighter. Kaylong grunts, her body trembling with cold and anxt as he re-buckles the straps tight, squeezing her helpless body in its bonds.

The kneeling maiden likewise pulls the laces of her skates tight until the supple leather fits her legs like a second skin. Nokal sits back on her heels and looks up at Kaylon with tears shining in her eyes. She bursts into tears, looking up at her. “Oh, you look so beautiful, mistress!” she sobs, dabbing at her eyes.

Andrew reachesd down, wrapping his arms around Kaylon’s bound body. “Come on, Nokal,” he says. “We must get going!” He straightens up, lifting Kaylon in his arms.

Kaylon gasps as his arms wrap around her naked body, then he lifts her easily, and she looks up into his dark eyes, astonished at the ease with which he holds her, the strength in his long arms. he looks down at her, his eyes glancing past her eyes to run over her full breasts, pressed out by the armbinder, then down between her crossed legs to her womanhood. She flushes again, then he raises his head, turning away toward the door.

Nokal holds it wide open, and Andrew carries her out into the dim castle corridor. kaylon shivers with cold even the warm light of the sun is left behind and he bears her naked through the cold interior of the castle. She finds herself instinctively pressing herself against his chest, her left breast rubbing in his body. She blushes a deep red, but can’t stop herself as he carries her through the cold castle, the ancient dark stone relieved only by the occasional tapestry.

Servants hurry aside as Andrew bears her by, staring at her with a variety of expressions, from a few admiring glances, to fearful looks, and more than a few lecherous leers at her naked body, her bare ass hanging down beneath her, her bare breasts in plain view for all to see. Kaylon tries to ignore those, concentrating on her breath, her heartbeat, trying to remain calm and ready.

That attempt is ended by her aunt, Rhona.

The middle-aged lady stands in the hall , pacing back and forth, ignoring the steward’s attempts to calm her. She has fine, straight brown hair, like Andrew, but hers is gathered in a thick braid. She wears a dress made from made from white, pastel yellow, vivid purple, and silver fabrics. It has a medium-length poofy skirt with a loose waist and strap sleeves. Accented with a belt, Kaylon almost winces at the sight of it; as much as she loves her aunt, the woman does love the expansive dresses. Rhon whirls around as Andrew carries Kaylon in. She looks at her ward with large green eyes so like her son’s, and almost sobs. “Kaylon!” she exclaims. “Are you certain you must do this?”

Kaylon nods her head, a sharp jerky motion. “Yes, dear aunt,” she says. “I must.” Her ivory eyes narrow in anger as she thinks on what she is doing, and why.
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I meant to upload this three days ago, but everything just got real busy real quickly. Anyway, here it is.

I expected this to be a short quick story, but it grew and grew, and now it is turning into a novella. So here is the first bit, and maybe I'll show you the rest when it is done :)

This is my ongoing project, 1,001 bondage stories. See them all here: pornwriter.deviantart.com/art/…

If you can throw a few points my way pornwriter.deviantart.com/?giv… really appreciate it, and give you a feature.

If you have any suggestions for a story, or anything you’d like to see, please tell me.

You can commission a sequel to any of these stories you want: $5 a story.
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I am a 'serious' writer, trying to get my serious work published. I also like to write pornography, particularly BDSM.

Well, some people watch my other account jochannon.deviantart.com/ for the porn, while others watch me for my 'serious' literature, so I decided to make this new account for my porn.

I do commissions, trades, and requests(if I think they're interesting).

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