Christmas 2014

Halloween 2014

On every Halloween for as long as anybody can remember, the local Coldiron Coven has held the annual Lovers' Lottery. This energetic, well-regarded tradition serves as a precursor to the week-long Harvest Festival, which marks the beginning of a series of year-end celebrations.

The Lottery involves one couple being selected at random from the surrounding county. After a night and day of sexual ecstasy at the hands of the Coldiron witches, the lucky couple is taken in front of the chapel at Halloween's sundown for a brief anointing ceremony. Thereafter, the naked winners submit to a binding ritual, and are then beheaded with a sword. Their heads are placed on spikes or pitchforks to either side of the chapel entrance, and their bodies are nailed in cruciform to the outer wall. The frosty autumns of Coldiron are usually sufficient for the specimens to remain in place for days or weeks, before decay inevitably makes continued display impractical.

In the meantime, the sacrificed couple serves two purposes: 1) appeasing evil spirits for the good of the county, and 2) entertainment for festival attendees. Family favorites, such as "Pin the Tail On the Wench" and "Boobdarts" (wherein nipples, male or female, are used as the bull's-eyes in a classic game of darts), have their origins in centuries past and are still enjoyed to this day.

If you're in the area as the Halloween season approaches, feel free to drop by the Coldiron Harvest Festival. There's fun for everyone! And who knows? If you hang around until next year, you might just get your own chance to win the Lottery.

Web Comic

This blog is taking a backseat to a new bondage web comic. I'm not closing this page by any means, and there will likely be new stuff posted here from time to time (including D-Fly's Terminus Island project when it gets going), but the normal time I've allocated for Finality work is now going into the new comic. You can find it here.

The Betrayal of Ariana

Block Party

Older set, repost from deviantART w/ missing renders.

Appeasing the Queen

Every spring solstice, a maiden is selected from the outlying villages and brought to the city, where she will be presented as a sacrifice to Jendu, queen of the insectoid barbarians, in exchange for peace. Usually, the captured maidens accept fate and cooperate, but some short-sighted, selfish individuals fight every step of the way. Regardless, all are stripped and bound to the cross outside the lair at noon, to await the queen's desire.

Morning Stretch

Don't Bet On it

Slinging Shit

The local muscle decides to once again squeeze poor Zoe. Best viewed by right-clicking an opening in a new tab or window (at full size). For the actual full size, you'll have to view this comic on deviantART, because Blogger apparently doesn't like the length.

Cruel Abortion

More Cover Art WIP by D-Fly

Digital Peril Fantasy Art by D-Fly

This blog and my deviantART account will now be shared with digital artist D-Fly. I will still be posting as I have for the last six years, but I'll also be uploading some of her work. She's presently building a magazine-themed series, which will feature maybe a couple of visual stories per issue. Details subject to change, of course. Feedback would be really appreciated, and it takes only a moment of your time, so please consider leaving comments if you enjoy something.

Works-in-progress:

Right Where You Want Her

Andrea's Arrest

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Andrea's Arrest
by Finality


       I stand across the street as they bring her out of the house. Barefoot, wearing tight jeans, sunglasses on top of her head and a flowery, dark green button-up that exposes her belly, she smiles nervously as she chats with the enforcer gripping her right arm. But this smile quickly changes to a grimace when they step off of her grassy lawn, onto the hot asphalt, for a perp-walk toward a flashing police cruiser.
     Her name is Andrea, and she's 29. I've spoken with her often enough to know that much. She's lived here for the last couple of years, and I have never see anything like a law enforcement presence at her home. Actually, she's been a really quiet neighbor, in a really quiet neighborhood, so this midday wrath from the local authorities is a shock to the system, to say the least. Their armored uniforms are emblazoned with the city seal and identify them in bold print as "PROBATION," so I can only assume their current prey did something a while ago, then recently violated her release conditions in some way.
       With her hands cuffed behind her back, Andrea is placed across the trunk of a police car, forced to lean over and spread her legs while a glove-wearing female officer slowly confiscates her bracelets, earrings, and a silver hoop in her navel. This is a lengthy process, as the officer has trouble operating the small clasps through gloved fingertips, forcing the detainee to hold an uncomfortable pose for several minutes. Twice, I hear Andrea say, "This is ridiculous," and I have to agree. Why don't they just temporarily take off the cuffs, so she can remove the jewelry herself? She isn't combative, and partially turned-out pockets suggest she's already been checked for weapons. Even assuming that they have a justifiable reason for dragging her out of her home like this, the cops are still making it far harder than it has to be.
       When the officer has collected everything, it all goes into a plastic bag.
       They finally allow the poor suspect to stand upright, but things only get worse as the same female cop unbuttons Andrea's jeans and pulls them all the way down. As one who has noticed Andrea performing yard work in shorts before, I know that she has nice legs, and I would scarcely turn down a chance to look at them, but even I am a bit uncomfortable as she is stripped forcefully here.
       Next, the cop slips those gloved fingers into the waist of Andrea's white panties.
       I hear Andrea beg, "Please don't."
       But the underwear goes down, and then two males hold her arms as she steps out of her lower clothing. There are tears on her face now, and I'm torn between turning away and continuing to gawk in fascination.
       She has a nice bikini line, with just a thin strip of pubic hair in the center of her crotch. Her ass is soft, her hips generous, and I realize I'm kind of witnessing the fulfillment of a fantasy here, except for the fact that she's crying, pressing her legs together and bending her knees, trying to hide. No, that has never been part of the fantasy. This is just cruel.
       She is becoming distressed now, so the cops get a bit rougher and pick up the pace. Her green shirt is torn open from top to bottom by the female, and then one of the men cuts it away with scissors. The straps of her bra are snipped, too, and then its clasp is released in the back. Modest breasts swing free, and Andrea is now in full protect mode, hunched over, dropping into a half-crouch in a desperate bid to close her legs.
       The enforcers take no pity and make her stand up straight, and she obeys with a loud sob and another plea to be left alone. With her eyes closed, she thrusts her breasts out on command, and the female officer snaps another set of handcuffs on her elbows, cranking her shoulders back. Short leg shackles are closed on her ankles as well, and a belly chain is cinched around her and padlocked to the cuffs on her wrists.
       Despite having seen this on television lots of times, I am still dismayed. Andrea is such a sweet girl. Why are they doing this to her?
       They finally turn her away from the trunk. Forced to face the female officer who has been tormenting her, Andrea submits to the final indignations as clamps are placed on her nipples for pain compliance. Unable to hunch with her elbows cuffed, she screams and bends at the waist instead. This is a terrible decision, as the officer merely seizes the chain now hanging between Andrea's breasts, and pulls up on it. Instantly, eyes wide and mouth frozen, Andrea shoots back upright and rises onto her tiptoes.
       "Please stop!" she cries. "Oh god, stop!"
       "Stop struggling," the officer replies.
       "Oh god, it hurts. Please take them off. Please....mmmmph!"
       She is cut off as a large red ball is shoved into her mouth. It fits behind her teeth, and she immediately begins to drool. One of the male cops takes the attached strap and buckles it tightly behind her head.
       "Get her out of here," the woman commands.
       Taking the prisoner's arms again, the men lead a now very naked and helpless Andrea away from the back of the car. She can barely walk in the shackles, able to take only tiny steps. The chain between her nipples shakes with each movement, and she bares her teeth around the gag in discomfort.  She offers urgent, muffled moans for mercy, but nobody cares.
       They stuff her into the backseat and tie her down, placing straps around her tits in addition to the regular seatbelt, and locking her shackles to an anchor on the floorboard. Leather cuffs are wrapped around her thighs while she sits, and a metal bar is placed between them, forcing her knees apart.
       Andrea at last leans against the headrest and goes limp, still weeping but apparently now resigned to her fate.
       One of the men reaches up to check her gag one more time, then the door closes on her frightened face.
       Andrea's gaze drifts to the side, and her wet eyes find mine as I watch her humiliation from my front yard. I want to help. I want to run over and say something, to tell her she'll be okay. But I find myself lacking the balls for such a noble deed, and I don't know if any of my soothing platitudes would be true anyway.
       Moments later, the lady cop climbs behind the wheel, and she takes Andrea away.

Bondage Emotes/Icons (Set 1)

This set of GIF icons can be downloaded and freely used for any noncommercial purpose. I've been working on these off and on for a while, and they're meant to be used as blog, forum and social media emotes, small avatars, and so forth. They might work with popular messaging services, but I don't use any, so I don't really know. Light backgrounds are best. If the response to these is positive or at least encouraging, I might take suggestions and create more. Keep in mind that this is experimental, and I'm not entirely happy with everything, but it's good enough for a start. If you use this emote set in whole or part, a link back to my blog or my deviantART profile would be greatly appreciated. :)

Download the zip file from OneDrive by clickling below. Then locate the downloaded file on your computer and unzip it.

Please leave feedback.

Possible future additions:

- larger versions for use as avatars,
- male slave versions,
- varied characters,
- suspensions and more bound poses,
- simple animations (maybe),
- general quality improvements.

Here's a preview of what you get:

Bad Girl

Alternate angles:

Those Will Be Sore For A While

Broken

Reckless Driving

Going Down Together

Change of Plans

For the last three years, Trisha has gone to the gym every Monday, Wednesday and Friday before work. This particular Friday was no exception, but it doesn't look like she'll make it back on Monday.

Debt To Society

Best viewed at full size in a new tab or window (right-click).

Gagged Effect #9

Miranda and Diana Allers get to know each other.

Using Her Head

To resolve a battlefield matter during the Great March of 1839, Baron Rudolph Norwich called a meeting with the invading army's commander in hopes of negotiating the preservation of his estate. Much to his pleasant surprise, the general asked to settle the conflict over a simple game of cards. If the baron won, then the estate and all within it would be spared. If the general won, then the estate would be turned over to the army unless the baron submitted something of equivalent value.

Naturally, Norwich was trounced. Unwilling to hedge his fortune on a silly card game now that he had lost, the baron implored the general to take his daughter Elizabeth instead. After some deliberation, the general agreed.

Returning home a defeated man, Norwich announced his intentions to Elizabeth and pleaded with her to sacrifice for the family, promising to ransom her at a later date and grant whatever she desired. Brokenhearted but offering at least the appearance of cooperation, the daughter retreated to her chambers to bathe and dress. An hour passed, then two, and it was finally the maid who discovered the open window in the lavatory, with Lady Elizabeth nowhere to be found!

Dismayed and now fearing not just for his estate, but for his own life, Norwich returned to the general and humbly delivered the unfortunate news. Alas, far from angry, the amused general escorted the baron to a cluster of wagons at the back of the camp. There, in a cart that was otherwise empty, Norwich spotted his dear Elizabeth bound hand and foot, having been captured while attempting to flee down the main road.

It was obvious, the general declared, that this entire charade had been set up for spying on the queen's army, and he was of half a mind to execute everyone and burn the estate to the ground. But he might yet be persuaded not to, if only someone would tell the truth.

From a short distance, Norwich watched his daughter as she lay on her side in the wagon, fighting against the strong ropes on her wrists and ankles. She had lied and defied him outright. He'd had no intention of ransoming her anyway, so what more was there to lose?

"Milord," he said, "I fear you have exposed my darling rightly. She has been wild as of late, prone to lying and slipping away at all hours without explanation. Not even the crop or the branks have seen her back to the straight and narrow. It now seems obvious that she acts under the guidance of heretic loyalists, and perhaps only your queen's justice can save her eternal soul. Take her, please, with my apology and my blessing, and spare a loving father and mother their own ignorance."

And so it was that the general took her, indeed. He took her to the balcony of the baron's estate, where he stripped her naked in full view of his gathered soldiers. He bound her wrists, elbows and ankles so tightly that tears formed in her eyes, then tormented her further by lashing a rope around her hips and pulling the free strand between her legs.

Helpless and humiliated, unable to run away this time, Elizabeth knelt before the wooden block on command and presented her neck. It is said that she struggled gently while waiting for the inevitable, testing her bonds rather than attempting to defeat them. Her last recorded words were, "Please, sir, do not strike. I am not a spy."

Elizabeth's head was spiked along the roadside as a warning to loyalists. Her nude, bound body was taken to town and hung by the ankles outside the main gate, where it remained until the queen's army moved on within a fortnight. After being reunited, her remains were interred in the Norwich family plot.

Later in life, as dementia overtook him, Baron Norwich began writing at length about the old days of the war, when he had singlehandedly saved the kingdom by using his daughter's head.

Heated Discussion

This was originally the "pilot" for a web comic I'm starting, but I decided to go a different direction with the main character and story. Worked too long on this to not post it, but the Kira Poe shown here is not the real Kira Poe. She's still a work in progress.

Serious Business

For their poor job performance, the employees were given a choice between termination and reeducation. They chose the second one.

Storage Facility

Now What Do We Do With Her? (Redux)

Now What Do We Do With Her?

 Alternate ballgag version: