Quinn's Bondage Assortment

  They slowly moved deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine ruins under the castle. They had been going for hours, trying to map out a path. They had found a few useful things here and there. Lilixia lets an orb of light hover over her hand, its light playing off of her charcoal grey skin and illuminating the rough stone walls ahead of her. Next was the Druid Elunë, her hand idly tracing over the rough cut stone blocks as she walked closely behind Lilixia. She was dressed in a variety of furrs draped over her copper-colored skin. Her obsidian black hair hung in a loose braid as her bare feet gracefully guided over the stone floor.  Velistra followed next, a charming and seductive Dhampir. She was dressed in well fitting leathers as she scans each new area meticulously for any items of use. Her short blond pixie cut and enthralling green eyes always luring people in before she flashes her fangs at them. Then came Draska, a fierson human warrior, muscle bound and deadly. Her lon...

  You had managed to get a meeting with the asylum director, turning up the charm had gotten you pretty far, yet the mention of your missing friend had clearly made him quite defensive. You are at the very least on the right track, even if the meeting was pretty much a bust now.  Before you can stand up, an arm wraps around you, firmly pinning your body to the chair. A sweet smelling cloth is forced over your mouth and nose as you struggle all you can. Feeling groggy as your body starts to succumb to the drugs, the director watches you with a content smile. Soon you slip into helpless unconsciousness. You try rolling over, feeling confused as you can't quite move properly, your eyes eventually flutter open. You are surprised with the sight of your friend, but in a worse situation than you had hoped. Lying on her side, tightly buckled into a straitjacket, a gag blocks her mouth, you can see a sturdy metal collar around her throat. She seems oddly docile, eyes glazed over as she...

  They had spent weeks trying to infiltrate the nobles estate, and it had come to this. She had ropes around her wrists and was being pulled along behind her companion, putting up a show of defiance, as she struggled against him. She was dressed in furrs and her deep red hair messy and her whole appearance unkempt  as she yanked on the rope. The noble was a fan of barbarian girls as slaves, and she had to play into her culture to try and get this whole scheme to work. Eventually they make it to the slave market, countless woman in various outfits and ethnicity where lined up or lounging in vatious areas, the city a hub of trade of all things. Without warning she is pushed forward falling to her knees in front of a desk of one of the slavers, glaresing up as she tries to keep composed at the situation. Her head is yanked back by her hair as her companion tries to convince the slaver to auction the “defeated savage”, she feels rage building in her not hiding it from the merchant...

 Edra Paulsen admired herself in her quarters mirror, she has always liked the blue mini dress. Giving herself a small nod before heading out towards astrophysics. She greets her colleagues as she passes, a stoic look on her face as the tall Vulcan strides to her position, her long back hair in a tight bun. She hears across the ship's comm system the stern voice of Dr Vanlith demanding the reminder of the crew come for a check up before the end of the day, not after. Eda had already been, but she knew quite a few others had not, always keeping it to the last minute. It was not long until she was at her station, the ship finally nearing its destination. The USS Incapistro had been dispatched to a remote sector, a worrying report of a missing freighter. As the nearest ship in the area they had been dispatched to investigate the situation, starting with a nearby asteroid field. Edra had been on the ship for a few months now in the astrophysics department. Scanning the area as they app...

  Lilia matched into the camp, hands behind her head as she tried to keep composed and dignified. The soldier behind gives a push, making her stumble past the japanese officer who caught her. She had been scouting the area for the Russian army before she had unluckily stumbled into a parol, being forced to surrender. It had been embarrassing to be led back as a prisoner by the smaller Japanese men, escaping fading as she entered through the gates. Forced to walk through the camp towards the command bunker, the eyes of the troops on her as she walks. Clearly a tall white blond woman taken prisoner was something of note, feeling their eyes on her like some wild animal. Her heart skips a beat as her impending interrogation looms closer.  Entering the gloom of the bunker as she is led deep inside the complex. Eventually reaching the command room full of officers and whirring machines. She is brought before a Colonel, her short black hair in a bob, dressed in full uniform. Even wit...

She felt a flutter in her heart as her secretary entered the room. Watching with delight as she bumbles into the room on her tall heels, each one locked around her ankles. Her long tight dress coming down to her shins, making it hard to move her legs far apart. The custom made dress perfectly outlining her figure, black skirt running up her legs to a red corset, edged in black and a bowed ribbon keeping it tight around her abdomen. The tight black dress continuing up over her breast, her outfit keeping them pulled up and prominent. A red leather posture collar, buckled tight around her neck keeps her head inplace, the material running over her shoulders and down her arms to her fingers, encasing them in gloves. Leather cuffs force her hands together in front of her, and a shiny padlock keeps her collar firmly in place. She was very pleased with the decision to try out the new BDSM items in house. All of the secretaries had been put into the dresses to give them some vigorous testing...