From my card, top row, “N” and “G.” for a block of “center three, rows one and three” for Rix. Still not sure how to get tentacles in here.

Content warnings: …slavery, drugs, confinement….

Sensory Deprivation
As the car started moving, Yaminah sucked slowly on the pacifier, trying to calm down. The trunk was padded, comfortable, warm. It felt like a nest, like sinking slowly under water; even the feeling of the car starting and moving seemed muted.

Her lips were numb, and, slowly, it felt like everything else was going numb. The world was very warm, very dark, and surprisingly quiet. Her mind floated, set loose from its moorings. She was a balloon in the sky of life. She was a pea safe in her pod. She was right where she was supposed to be.

Phonesex / Epistolary
She floated, lost and perfectly nested all at once, until his voice murmured in her ear. “Are you there, my dear?”

“Don’t know,” she mumbled around the pacifier.

“Shh, it’s all right. Grunts and mewls are fine, pretty. Can you feel your fingers?”

She wriggled her fingers experimentally. There they were. They seemed so far away. “Mmn.”

“That’s it. Now… remember, always, that your pleasure comes at my command. Find your clit, beautiful.”

She grunted assent, as her hands moved light-years to find it.

“Do you like it, touching yourself?”

Another grunt. Yes.

“I want to hear you come, pretty.”

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From my card, right-most column, fourth & fifth row.

Content warnings: …slavery, drugs, dub-con touching, confinement….

Wet, Messy, Dirty
Slave “I live to serve you.” Was it the drug or the bond making that feel so good?

“Yes, you do. And I will protect you. Follow.” His abrupt rise disoriented her, and, even on all fours, she stumbled. He walked slowly, giving her time to reorient, but getting four limbs straightened out took all her attention; she was in some sort of tile pit and being hosed down before she knew what hit her.

The water was cold, like little knives all over her skin, forcing its way into her most intimate places in wet violation, horrible and wonderful

Vehicular
She found herself following him again, down endless hard tile floors, until the floor changed to concrete and he took her by the arm, pulling her up.

“Stand.”

They were in a large garage, behind a large car, the trunk popped. He was laying a blanket down in the trunk… Yaminah shook her head. No, no …

“Please, no.”

“We’re going to take a little trip. In.”

Whimpering, terrified, she climbed into the trunk, mortification doubling her terror as he pushed a pacifier between her lips. “Relax. There’s more… sedative… in that.” The trunk closed on her, shivering, relaxed. Trapped.

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