Shiborito in the Bag, part 2

"Oh," Eunice's eyes lit up.  "Why don't we try out that new vac-bed?"

"Oh yes."  Erica ran a tongue over her bee-stung lips.  "What a good idea."

"Vac-bed?" Cohen queried.

"Go and get Esther to fetch it down," Erica said.  "Then we can see what Mr Cohen thinks."

Eunice went away and returned with another statuesque, voluptuous beauty.  Cohen's eyes boggled.  He was starting to wonder if he'd stepped through the door and somehow been teleported to Silicone Valley on the other side of the world.  Where else would he see so many busty beauties other than on the set of an expensive porn film?

The new girl, Esther, was pale-skinned almost to the point of alabaster.  She had blue eyes, long silky platinum-blonde hair and a shy smile.  She and Eunice were carrying some kind of long metal frame with glossy black latex stretched between it.  Eunice also carried a squat little vacuum cleaner in her other hand.  Intrigued, he watched as they laid the framework out on the floor and attached the black rubber hose that ran out from the bottom corner to the squat little vacuum cleaner.

"Strip off and in you get," Erica said to Cohen.

"Uh?"  He stared at her blankly.

Eunice lifted up a black sheet.  Cohen saw that the item they'd brought down looked like a sleeping bag made out of black latex and stretched across a metal frame.

"You want me to get in there?" he asked.  "Is it safe?"

He didn't want to get suffocated by accident.

"We're using the open face for your first time," Eunice said.  She put her arm through a circular opening in the top sheet.

"Oh, okay."

The three women watched Cohen undress with amused smiles.  Cohen knew he might not be the tallest man in the world, but he hadn't done too badly when they'd been handing out dicks.  The women noticed too.  Erica moistened her lips and Eunice nodded approvingly as he dropped his underpants to his ankles and kicked them away.  He got down and lay between the sheets.  The rubber felt soft and stretchy against his skin.  Eunice pulled the top sheet over him, lining up the hole with his face.  She fastened the sides.

"What's this supposed to achieve," Cohen asked.

The weirdness gave him pleasant little goose bumps, but he failed to see what was special about getting inside a rubber bag.

"It's about ceding control," Erica said.  "Once all the air is sucked out you won't be able to move.  You'll be completely helpless and under our control."

"Ah, that's what the woman said I should do, the one who recommended I visit here.  She said my anxiety stemmed from trust issues and that was causing me to pile too much work on myself.  She said I needed to learn to delegate.  It's tough.  You can't rely on employees nowadays.  It's the kids.  They spend all their time on their iPads and smartphones.  I have to do their work to make sure it gets done.  And then I get stressed out."

Erica crouched down next to him and pushed the opening down.  The rubber stretched around the sides of his face and formed a tight seal.  She brought her face closer, almost as though she was shaping up to plant those full sensual lips on his in a kiss, then pulled away at the last moment.

Tease, Cohen thought.

"The normal top sheet is closed off and only has a little breathing hose for the mouth.  Some people get a thrill from being blind and helpless, knowing their air could be cut off at any moment."

"But not so good with someone that suffers with anxiety," Cohen said.

"We did take that into account," Erica said.

"So I get the training wheels," he said.  It felt like he was staring out through a rubber porthole.

"This model is quite popular with our other clients," Erica said.

"Gives us much better access for when they want us to smother them with our asses," Eunice said.  She turned and pinched the cheek of quite possibly the finest bottom Cohen had ever seen in the flesh.

"Is there a model with another hole, lower down?"  Cohen motioned with his eyes to his crotch.

"That one costs extra," Erica said.

That meant it was possible then, Cohen thought.  He might enquire just how much when arranging his next session.

Eunice flicked the switch on the vacuum cleaner and the motor started up with a whine.  All over his body Cohen felt the supple surface of the latex sheets brush against and wrap around his skin.  He shifted into a more comfortable position as the air was drawn out of the bag and the warm sheets moulded tightly to the contours of his body.  The rubber was so tight it formed a second skin pressing all across his body.  It felt a little unusual—but not really the kind of thing that would have him jizzing in his pants like it probably did for some fetishists.

With Cohen firmly constrained, Erica turned a valve on the bottom of the bed and Eunice disconnected the hose from the vacuum cleaner.

"How does that feel?" Erica asked.

"Like I've been shrink-wrapped," Cohen said, which was more or less the truth.

He wriggled experimentally.  The rubber gave a little, but not much.

"A quite effective form of restraint, would you agree?" Erica said.

He wriggled harder.  The soft latex had formed a second skin encasing him.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he said.

"That would be the point.  Anxious?"

"A little," Cohen said.  "But I'm guessing that's also the point—to enable me to get over it."

Erica and Eunice gripped each side of the vac-bed and tilted it up to vertical.  Immobilized, Cohen watched them through the face hole as they lifted him up off the floor and attached the frame to hooks hanging down from the ceiling.

"I feel like Han Solo encased in carbonite," Cohen said.

The other girls said nothing.

"Not Star Wars fans then," Cohen said.

Apparently not.  The girls didn't say anything as they stepped back to admire their work.

"What now?" Cohen asked.

"We've tied you up..." Erica started.

"...now we tease you," Eunice finished.

to be continued tomorrow...

Shiborito in the Bag, part 1

I had to put Okasare Kenny on hold while I sorted some things out as I mentioned last week.  I know some readers weren't too happy with this.  I wasn't either, but I realised I'd spread myself too thin and needed to focus on finishing off the things that had been hanging around for far longer (like Succubus Summoning 201!).  While I straighten out some behind-scenes stuff here's a new story to tide you over until I get some new Sandwiched by shorts out.  It's from my stockpile of already-complete stories waiting for the next collection in case some of you are worried I've lurched off in another direction or whether this one will be left incomplete.

Some of these characters might be familiar...


Shiborito in the Bag

The door was set in an alcove about halfway down a grubby little back alley.  Paul Cohen supposed these places needed to be discreet.  Even so, he was glad it was early in the afternoon and a bright sun—a rare sight for much of this overcast and rainy summer—was high up in the sky.  He wouldn't have relished the prospect of walking down here after the sun went down.

The door was answered by a statuesque blonde and Cohen resisted the strong urge to let his jaw fall open like a trapdoor.  He couldn't resist staring at her bosom.  It was hard to miss.  She was over six foot; he barely made five-and-a-half.  That put her chest right in his eyeline and it was certainly eye-catching.

As big as your head, Cohen thought.

Her boobs were wrapped in extremely tight black latex.  The material was glossy and stretched taut by her considerable chest.  There was nothing covering her midriff and below the waist she was wearing nothing more than glossy black panties and fishnet stockings.

Cohen guessed that meant he had the right place then.

"I'm Paul, Paul Cohen," he said.  "I think we spoke on the phone."

"So we did," the girl who advertised as Mistress Erica said.

Cohen was surprised at how good-looking she was.  Her body was obviously amazing, but a lot of girls of her stature tended to look a little too masculine.  Too rough.  Her body was so amazing that, by rights, her face shouldn't match.  Why else would she be here?  But no, Cohen was wrong on that.  She had the heart-shaped face and delicate features of a real beauty.  Her size was the only thing not feminine about her.  Everything else was front-cover glamour model.  Maybe it was her size that held her back.  She was tall enough to be a catwalk model but was far too curvaceous.  They preferred beanpoles.  Their loss.

"Come in," Mistress Erica said.  Her glossy red lips turned up at the corners in a sultry smile.

Cohen got to admire more of her figure as he crossed the threshold and followed her down a bland corridor.  Her outfit hid hardly anything and Cohen's heart rate quickened as he looked at the enticing swell of her ass.  She looked like the over-glamorised street hooker of film fantasy, but she was right here—in the flesh—before him.

"Um, I've never done this before," Cohen confessed as Erica led him deeper into her parlour.

Mistress Erica looked back at him and smiled.  "That's no problem at all."

"I have problems with anxiety," Cohen continued.  "I get stressed out really easily.  Too easily.  A friend suggested a session with you might help."

"They did," Erica said.

"Yes," Cohen said.  "They said I had problems delegating and trusting others.  They thought it would be good for me to cede control to someone else in a controlled situation."

"Mmm," Erica said.

She led him through a door and into what he assumed was her dungeon.  It looked more Fitness First than medieval.  There were benches, stocks and other unorthodox-looking equipment, but they looked modern and had plenty of padding.  There was even a wide, low bed covered in shiny black material over by the far wall.  Cohen looked around and saw an impressive array of tools on the walls and in stands, ranging from the expected whips and canes to more esoteric instruments Cohen wasn't sure he wanted to know the use of.

"Um, I'm not really into the pain side of this," he said.

"No?" Erica said.  She sounded disappointed.

"I don't want to go that far," he said.  "I don't mind putting you in control for a session but I don't want to get hurt or be forced to do anything really disgusting."

"Hmm."  Erica put a finger to her full lips and pondered.  Cohen noticed she had a false nail that was jet-black in colour and tapered to a long point like a talon.

They were interrupted by the door at the far end of the room opening and another girl walking in.  Like Erica she was statuesque and amply stocked in the bosom department.  As with Erica, her eye-catching bosom stretched her shiny rubber top almost to bursting.  As with Erica, Cohen wondered what someone with such an attractive face and sexy body was doing working in a place like this.  He wondered if they were related.  They looked similar apart from the newcomer being a brunette rather than a blonde like Erica.

"Oh Eunice," Erica said.  "I wonder if you can help Mr Cohen here.  He's come in for a session, but he's new to all this and a little apprehensive."

Cohen nodded.  "I don't want to be hurt," he said.

"We could start him on a little light bondage," Eunice suggested.  "Maybe some tie and tease."

That didn't sound so bad, Cohen thought.

"Oh," Eunice's eyes lit up.  "Why don't we try out that new vac-bed?"


to be continued tomorrow...

Update on Okasare Kenny

It's going on hold.  Sorry about that.

This is only temporary.  It's being returned to its original place in the queue.  After seeing how well the Let's Play of Monmusu Quest: Paradox did for the blog numbers I got a little over-excited and jumped the queue on something I already had a very good plan for.  I'm going back to that original plan.  Next year I'm intending to put Okasare Kenny out as a monthly serial on Amazon (and others) spread over the year.  First of all I need to instil confidence that I can keep to a monthly schedule.  This is what the Sandwiched by series was intended to be (before I got sidetracked).

Currently I'm working on finishing up some projects that should have been completed in the first half of the year - the print version of A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales, the next instalments of Sandwiched by ("Sandwiched by Scyllas", "Sandwiched by Succubi"), and a long-awaited conclusion to the Succubus Summoning 201 arc.  Once these are done I'll have a more cleanish slate and can get back to Okasare Kenny and a novel idea featuring Nicole I've been tinkering with.

Because of the change in plans I'll be pulling the Okasare Kenny chapters posted on Lit and StoriesOnline.  The ones I posted here I'll leave here.

A live-written (sort of) novel posted daily on the blog in daily instalments is something I want to do at some point.  I did enjoy the bits I did on Okasare Kenny before realising I was neglecting other projects that should have been finished off sooner.

As a writer, metaphorically showing your underpants in public is a little embarrassing.  In future I'll try to rein in my excitement until a project is actually complete/near-complete.  As per my usual penance for screwing up I'll raid the short story stockpile and dig up something juicy to post for your reading pleasure - look out for it Monday.

Hentai Game Preview: Demon Angel Sakura vol.3

It looks like the newest episode in the Demon Angel Sakura series is coming out in September.

They are very weird games where you control a cross-dressing demon/angel and try and avoid various gross fates at the hands of giantess monster girls.  I wrote about the first game back here, and the second here.

In a change from the two previous entries, vol.3 is not a boss rush game.  There are now minor enemies, each with lovingly animated Bad Ends, to avoid now.  In the demo I saw four types - ant girls, vampire bat girls, blue slime girls and some kind of sandworm girl.

This Bad End is super restrained by Demon Angel Sakura standards

The series primarily focuses on giantesses and vore, with a side serving of gross-out humour.  At one point in the demo the player has to steer Sakura into the butt-hole of a giant fairy in order to be farted across a chasm.  That should tell you everything you need to know about this series. ;)

The larger variety of enemies looks interesting.  I'll report back when I've had a chance to try out the finished game.

Already out and maybe of interest is a monster girl Battle-Fuck game - BF Brave.

Don't know much about this one, but I've seen CGs floating around and they look okay.  I'll see if I can check it out if I get a chance.

Plot Bunny - EPL Football Stars in Racist Orgy Shocker!

I saw this news story floating around the UK papers.  Some members of Premier League football (soccer for my US readers) team Leicester City filmed themselves taking part in an orgy with some sex workers in Thailand.  This is the type of story the UK tabloids loves to whip themselves up into a salivating froth over as witnessed by this Sunday Mirror piece.

There is an uncensored video floating around on the various porn clip sites (I found it on XVideos after about 2 seconds of searching).

I'm not really interested in the morality of it.  Young, stupid oafs behave in young, stupid, oafish way and say young, stupid, oafish things.  I doubt the sex workers were that fussed so long as they were adequately compensated for their time and work.

My interest as a writer is the potentials of the scenario and getting an ear for the dialogue.  Especially as the setting is Thailand, a country known for having an active sex industry (and therefore a good setting for my type of erotic horror story), but not one I've actually visited (I hope this wasn't too obvious in my recent story "Number 66").  While I've been toying with adding annoying SJWs to my roster of asshole victims, the old standby of oafs being oafish to sex workers and getting their (disproportionate) comeuppance at the hands of sexy succubi is always fun.  Work out what interesting forms the succubi take when they reveal themselves and hey presto, instant manyeyedhydra story.

Now that's the obvious route a story like this can take, but then the little black cells started to spark and think about other options and pathways.

The one thing modern mainstream media is very good at is omitting context, especially context that gets in the way of establishing a juicy narrative guaranteed to whip the audience up into a forth.  Context is the bigger picture that might show the events being witnessed in a different light.

In this case we have a minute and a quarter of some guys indulging in an orgy with some working girls and making a lot of degrading and derogatory remarks about their (I'm assuming) paid-for-escorts.  Now, the thing is, if you took any random minute and a quarter of a dom roleplaying with a sub, it's going to make the dom look like an asshole.  And if you want to, you can likely take any random small slices of someone's life and stitch them together in a configuration that presents the person in any way you choose to present them.  Reality TV shows run off this chicanery.

For example, a writer/storyteller could take a fictionalised version of this minute and a quarter and pan the picture out to reveal a more complex scenario.  Within that minute and a quarter frame it's fairly clear-cut - those characters are horrible, we want them to come to a Bad End (in my erotic horror stories, that's usually literally).  Pan outside that fictionalised version of a minute and a quarter frame and...

Maybe this is all role-play.  Some usually-perfectly-gentlemanly guys wanted to experience being in a really filthy orgy.  They hired the sex workers, responsibly went through with them in advance what was and wasn't permitted and the minute and a quarter is a snapshot of an artificially arranged scenario.  Maybe their oafish behaviour was encouraged by the working girls themselves.  Why?  To liven up the orgy to give better client satisfaction.  Because they're not actual sex workers and playing at being degraded cheap whores is a turn-on for them.  Because this is a honey trap and they need to show their marks off in the worst possible light.

That's the fun part of playing what if? or devil's advocate.  What the storyteller initially presents to the audience might become more complex with future information.  It can be rewarding to veer the story off down a path the audience was not expecting.  It's great if you can switch the audience's perception of a character and maybe have them hoping for a different ending than the one they were expecting.

There's definitely stuff I can play around with here.  I might try both versions.  The conventional story where usual asshole victims come to sexy Bad End at vaginas of succubi/monster girls.  And maybe an unconventional story where things are not as they first appear.

As a should-be-obvious postscript, I hope people aren't thinking I'm attempting to defend the real-life people caught up in this scandal.  Sometimes people are assholes that hire women for sex, treat them like shit, are found out and then punished accordingly.  Sometimes there's no more to the story than that.  (Although it goes without saying - modern mainstream media is not very trustworthy.  Always leave yourself open to the possibility there might be more to the story than the narrow slice you're being fed)

Pauses

Some things going on as you might have noticed by the lack of recent updates.

I was going to post in more detail about the events at the end of last year affecting me more than I first thought, leading to some poor decision making, but that would just be a whole load of boring personal crap and I don't want this blog to degenerate into a personal whinefest.  There are too many of those already on the internet.  I deal in sexy.  Whining about stuff is not sexy.

The upshot of it all is that in the first six months of attempting to be a professional (quasi)self-published author, I haven't been as professional as I would have liked.  A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day still doesn't have a print version.  I still need to get a US ITIN.  The Succubus Summoning 201 arc still isn't finished.  The Sandwiched by series was supposed to be monthly and yet there's only been two releases in the past six months.  These are things I need to fix.

The rest of the post was going to be about putting Okasare Kenny on hiatus for six months - basically going back to the original plan of releasing it as a serial on Amazon with 99c instalments.  But that also struck me as unprofessional.  Being premature (oo er, double entendre) with the original posting was probably a misstep, but once it's done I should continue lurching along down that path (plus it can always be packaged up that way with nice artwork and smoother editing later).  I also hate the concept of starting a story in a free forum and then moving the ending behind a paywall.  It's a dickish thing for a writer to do, even when we're trying to put bread on the table.

Unfortunately I'm cursed with an aspect of personality that loves to engage in self-sabotage.  Some times it gets on top for a while and I'm stuck with being a useless cunt until I can beat that fucker back into the dank cage it belongs.

Give me a couple of days to get my head back in order and I'll get back to killing Kenny (over and over and over, hyuk hyuk).

Okasare Kenny 2-4: Asphya

It's time for the boss to put in an appearance...


2-4: Asphya

Celestrico paused.  She cocked her head.  Her eyes widened in alarm.

"Gas trap!  Hold your breath, now!"

A vent opened up in the wall and squirted a jet of pink gas into the tunnel.  Both of them were surrounded by a thick cloud.  Thankfully, Celestrico's warning had given Ken enough time to take a deep breath and hold it.  He waited for the cloud to dissipate.  Celestrico flapped her wings to clear the cloud and it didn't take long for the tunnel to clear.

"What was that?" he asked.

"A defence mechanism," Celestrico explained.  "The gas is a potent mixture of aphrodisiacs and pheromones."

Was that all? Ken thought.  From her reaction he'd thought it was deadly poison gas.

"If you'd inhaled any you'd most likely be on the floor now, wanking yourself into a stupor.  Or trying to fuck me," she added with obvious distaste.

"Thanks.  Spare my feelings, why don't you," Ken said sarcastically.  "I take it the mighty hero on a quest to slay the demon queen isn't a turn-on for you."

"Sorry, you're not my type," Celestrico said.

Friend-zoned! a little voice chimed in Ken's head.

Typical.  The one devil girl that didn't appear to want to suck out all his life... and he wasn't her type.  If this was a wet dream, it was a particularly inept one.

Celestrico's tail whirled around while she cleared the last wisps of gas tickling around their ankles.

"Seems a bit of a weaksauce defence mechanism," Ken said.  "I'd have thought there were easier ways to incapacitate an intruder than making them wank themselves into a stupor."

Celestrico shrugged.  "Get too aroused and the Latex Womb absorbs you," she said.

Ken glanced suspiciously at the glossy black walls surrounding them.  Okay, no more ogling Celestrico's ass he thought.

They advanced further down the tunnel.

"Don't try to take the fight to Asphya."  Celestrico continued with her battle advice.  "You won't catch her and you'll only tire yourself out.  Let her come to you.  When she does, don't try and hit her with heavy attacks.  She'll just dodge them.  Use quick attacks—short jabs of your sword.  You won't hit her, but they won't use up too much stamina.  Make her do the running around.  Wear her out.  That way you'll be victorious."

Celestrico stopped.  The tunnel opened out ahead of them into a big, latex-walled cavern.

"It's through there," she said.  "Good luck."

This is it then, Ken thought.  He gripped his sword and marched forwards.  He could do this.  He was the chosen hero.  He'd already taken down Sulpa the succubus.

He walked out into the cavern.  The air here was warm and very humid.  Mist pooled around his ankles like dry ice.  The floor beneath him was still as springy as if he was walking across a bouncy castle.

Fighting on this is going to be fun, he thought.

So where was Asphya?

It didn't take long for his question to be answered.  An orifice in the far wall opened up and a squirming black figure gave vent to a long, ecstatic moan as it was excreted out onto the floor of the cavern.  The figure uncurled into the shape of a woman covered from head to toe in glossy black latex.  The rubber was stretched tight over her body like a second skin.  The only way Ken could tell she was in fact female was through the two bulges at her chest.  As with Celestrico and Sulpa, Asphya was endowed with a large pair of breasts.

He couldn't see her face.  It was covered in an equally glossy black gas mask.  Wild blue eyes stared out behind thick glass eye windows.  A short length of rubber hose hung down from the bottom of the mask.  Ken was disturbed to notice that it resembled a gas mask without exactly being a gas mask.  There was something disconcertingly organic about it, and he couldn't see where the mask ended and her catsuit—if it was a catsuit and not her skin—began.

Other mighty heroes got to battle against massive dragons and evil sorcerers.  Ken had to fight a fetish pin-up in a gas mask and latex catsuit.

He supposed he shouldn't be surprised.  He was inside a giant rubber vagina after all.

Asphya crouched down on all fours.  Challenge flashed in her blue eyes.  She charged.

to be continued...