Brethren, life in bondage, book sixteen. (Brethren life in bondage 16)

Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the sixteenth volume in the Brethren series. With a respectful nod to House of Gord and maybe just a touch of Insex, Fb presents a feast of flesh and fetish, purely for your titillation. Practising submissive and hoarder of all things kinky she knows exactly what buttons to push!



Brethren, book sixteen

The world has moved on. The stuff of fantasy has become reality but most important of all, there is now absolute truth. Advances in technology mean citizens are no longer able to lie to the law givers. Those dispensing justice can do so without fear of punishing the innocent. Society is no longer prepared to keep or tolerate those who choose to do harm.



And so the Brethren have arisen.



They offer the world another way, a natural justice. They keep the criminals contained and restrained whilst indulging their fetishes and desires. Criminals are presented to the Brethren to live out their days owned and degraded. Within the city's and county's given over to the elite of the Brethren, normality is subjective. Segregated from the rest of society they indulge without prejudice or interference.



Excerpt 1:

The only expression available to her now was one of strained tranquillity. She made worried little grunts and moans as her jaw worked. The saliva held in her mouth, was swallowed in heavy gulps which momentarily filled the woman’s throat and robbed her of air, forcing her to draw heavy breaths through flaring nostrils. James felt torn, as much as the sight of the woman was disturbing, he was still intrigued, caged and abused, a patchwork of scars marked a body adulterated and ravaged

Excerpt 2:

Her muscles both stretched and crushed burned; her lungs forced into stillness ached, while the current coursing through the metal tubes brought a fire to her insides like nothing on earth. Despite the Dr’s claim that the gel would begin to melt in moments, the brutal nature of the situation playing out before him made James feel as if time was standing still. He looked to Steinmetz whose face was a mask of glee, whilst Agatha stood absolutely still. Her eyes fixed on the cocoon, she licked her lips slowly; her pupils wide like those of a predator sizing up prey. Joseph had his head in his hands unable to watch.