Brethren, Life in Bondage, Book thirteen. (Brethren life in bondage 13)

Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the thirteenth 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 thirteen
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 two metal beams were welded together to form an upturned L. Reminiscent of a scaffold, waiting for a hanging. They stood, by James estimation, at least eight foot tall. With the end of the upright buried deep into the concrete floor, the top beam loomed above them, shorter than its partner but no less robust or impressive. Where a noose would have swung from the beam, a slender but sturdy chain hung down and instead of being tied around the neck of some poor unfortunate about to be despatched to meet their maker, it was secured to the top of a shining metal harness which enclosed the head and face of a young woman. The chain was just long enough to let her move her head in small ineffectual circles but the flat metal band which sealed her mouth and the heavy blacked out goggles which hid her eyes, rendering blind were probably the very least of her worries.

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The stockman bent down and taking hold of the bag planted the maid firmly into the bottom of the hole. Landing hard on the bare soil, shook her from her daze and suddenly her imminent fate became very real and terrifying. She began to struggle furiously, the bag bulging as she strained to pull her bound hands free but no matter how much she tried to escape, her fate lay beneath a cocoon of rubber and a mound of earth. Through her sealed lips James could just make out her cries for mercy but each squeal and garbled cry merely served to excite the smiling stockman all the more.