Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Damsel(s) of the Month:


There just comes a time when even the most 'special' month doesn't exactly promote adequate time or even energy to do something like my monthly Damsel picking. Truth to be told, this year hasn't exactly been the easiest of rides either so suffice to say I sort of just DiD a 'fail safe' plan and lean on my top few favorite Damsels in the past. But I'm going to do something slightly different. For anyone who visits this blog and doesn't know about my DA endeavors, well, this is the chance. I do plenty of fanfics. I've promoted a couple on this site more than once. Here we are again and three of my favorite gals got the treatment with the DiD commissions and fanfics. So... let's explore them:

Rikku(Final Fantasy X/X-2)

This spunky little Al Bhed has had her treatment way back in December 2013! It's pretty obvious that she has had a long standing love from me so she has had two commissioned art(both done by Kachima) and also got one of the longest fics I've ever written(and finished) called The Rival. Not only that, she also has another shared DiD related fic that also has a cover art not commissioned by me called Restrain Her(it's a request from the one who commissioned the art!). The Rival DiD feature the cute Al Bhed in a few bondage scenes and some are a bit... intense. Here's a part of it:

"Fumnfhuuu...?!"  Rikku calls out to no one in particular. The thought of being stuck like this with these strange thoughts and sensations is something that she can’t truly cope with. Though who would help her when she is in enemies’ territory?  Who would want to save a traitor of her own people? "Uuuuuhh!!!"

With her eyes rolling on the back of her head, Rikku can feel her hips meeting the tight line between her legs and at the same time, her bound hands are pulling on the same rope, enhancing the friction. She lets out another moan through the ball gag as she continues to strain against her own crotch rope… the act is obviously trying to get another release from the situation.  “What! What am I doing?!” Then the epiphany of what she is trying to do hits her and she immediately stops herself, slumping on her bonds and keeps herself as still as she can while lying on her side. What is she doing? Why is her body reacting this way? Another good question is why are her thoughts keep lingering towards the arousing way her body is reacting? Reaction despite limitations is becoming far more arousing. The ropes that once only served to keep her victim are now enhancing a feeling of lust. Every time she would move she can feel the silk feeling of her sweat drenched body… she would moan out of this sensation causing more drool to seep pass the ball gag confining her voice.

“Get a hold of yourself, Rikku! Get…” Just when things weren’t enough, something else starts to pervade that is originating from the device torturing her womanhood. The suction cup attached above her opening hasn’t done much thus why Rikku hasn’t really given it much thought, yet the moment it starts to send off some strange sensation, Rikku couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling. It’s a feeling that she can’t exactly describe; warmth that is spreading like a blanket all over her trussed up form is the best way she can define it, but it is something far more complicated than that. “Can’t think about it…! Uuhhh... uuuhhh...!!!! Ffupf!!!”

----------From The Rival IX-----------


Spider-Woman(Marvel)

Jessica Drew has been a long time familiar face to me. The first time I ever saw her was in her animated series that has little to no relation to her comic book counterpart. Regardless, despite her disappearance for decades, the first and the best Spider-Woman remained in my heart and her DiD adventures became an instant classic to many! Suffice to say, her Damsel of the Month role way back in April 2014 was years in the making and so is her fic I wrote called Faith and Glory with a shared commissioned cover art done by of course Kachima. Even though her first fic was short and 'sweet', it did have a bit of a homage to her chair scene. Also, I have plenty of ideas lined up for Ms. Drew! Some are in the works and I'm more than positive that I will be commissioning her in the future with some classic costume and her new one! But let's take a piece of her endeavors with the fic I wrote, shall we:

The revelation of what is stuffed in her mouth riled up more humiliation in what is already a degrading predicament; no wonder the taste was peculiar. Though Jessica has very little time to take that fact in since it’s not exactly the most important thing to worry about. Getting out of this predicament is her main priority and doing so requires help—help that she can’t provide for herself; her captor could help, though Shocker is pretty set in leaving her to her peril as he reaches for the door of her room. Tilting his head towards her direction, he gives her a wink before walking out of the room, leaving Jessica with the ominous device that is inconveniently clamped on her legs. With dread sinking faster and faster, Jessica tries mightily with whatever energy she can muster to try and rip out of the tape. Pulling and muscling through every direction she is allowed, Jessica finds out real quick that Shocker did a more than adequate job to leave her utterly helpless. Fatigue catches up quickly as his blast from earlier is still weighing heavily; her only real hope is that perhaps her strength can return just for a few moments, then she can rip her way out. If only luck is on her side…

Looking around frantically, Jessica tries to spot something that would help her predicament. Despite the mess on the ground from the ‘battle’ that occurred, there isn’t much that could help her nor would it be attainable due to her position. Looking down on the bomb, five minutes had already gone by and she can’t help but scream through her gag. With wide eyes, Jessica takes one more chance to look around, this time her eyes catching herself on the reflection of her closet mirror. Helpless. Captured. Defeated. Here she sits bound, gagged, and the brink of her own death and unable to escape. As if she didn’t know just how inadequate she is, here’s a mirror to convey to her just how pathetic she looks. Unable to truly peel her eyes away, Jessica gives a small tug on her legs, which of course gets nowhere. She pushes against the tape keeping her in a sitting down position causing the rippling sound of the tape to echo along with the beeping sound of the bomb; again getting nowhere, but the timer on the bomb is.

"HMMP!!!" Jessica screams as loudly as she can. "HMMP! HUMMHUUU HMMP MM PMMUHM!!!"

With the last energy she can muster, Jessica pulls against the tape, contorting her body in every direction allotted to her, shaking violently, and thrashing wildly, not so much as caring if she topples over. Of course she doesn’t frantically struggle for very long and eventually she tires herself out, hanging her head in shame while mewling pitifully against her gag.

--------From Faith and Glory II-------


Elsa(Frozen)

Oh yes the ever so popular Queen Elsa of Arendelle! My oh my! How can she not have made my list as one of my top favorites, right? Since her arrival in 2013, she has gained a fan following in all areas of the fandom. From fetish, to shippings, and of course to just the plain ole fascination. I myself am involved with a 'major' project that involves a crossover of the Frozen and the Skyrim world which is undoubtedly lacking some creativity with the title: Frozen Skyrim(though there is a distinct reason why it is called that and not just for a lack of thought). While the focus of the said fic isn't entirely on bondage, she did have a scene in one of the chapters; and she will probably have one more if I am thinking it right. And within that fic, there are a ton of cover arts with her and my character Onyx; She also received her own Damsel of the Month slot on March 2015! And the amount of DiD art for her for just the small amount of time of her 'existence' in public.... Well, it's not going to stop soon. So with that said, I also concocted a bit of a DiD related fic for her that is loosely tied to the Frozen Skyrim world:

Vocalizing her confusion, Elsa tries to shift her head to gain some kind of visual aid, but a strong grip prevents her from moving. Hands that was once feminine, soft despite strong, are now a bit larger, stronger… different. As she is pulled in closer, Elsa’s bound hands touched another person’s body—more muscular and definitely not as soft as her doppelganger. Once again, she tries to turn, fighting against the grip of this person and the awkwardness of being bound the way she is.

“You must have some kind of fascination for me,” Elsa’s eyes widen in dread as she recognizes the voice, “after all, you know how I love crazy.”

"HUNF?!"

“Prince Charming himself, your Majesty,” the red hair, green eyes, the slimy and almost snake-like feeling that come with being near him—to Elsa’s disdain, the evil look-alike is no longer. Instead Hans, the man responsible for a lot of the distortions in Elsa’s life, is the one so intimately close to her. “Judging from your reactions, you’re not too enthused with the idea of having me so close like this, are you?”

‘Close like this’ pertains to the fact that Elsa, stripped of her powers, helpless as can be, is subject to everything dreadful that could happen. Elsa’s reaction to the moment is natural of course. Finding new vigor and completely dissuaded against the idea of sensual thoughts, Elsa struggles mightily, pulling and twisting against the bonds that are holding her limbs captive, trying to put space between herself and Hans. Though as soon as she gave her efforts, Hans’ grip tightens and with very little effort, he pulls Elsa back in so that their skin would be so close that she can feel his body next to hers. Getting as far away from Hans(whether it be the real Hans or an arcane trick) is always a priority in Elsa’s mind so she continues to do so, especially when he is apparently naked; the feel of his bare skin next to hers is quite degrading and she tries to vocalize that despite the gag.

“What’s wrong?” as he speaks, his breath tickles her ear sending forth waves of unwanted sensation all throughout her body. “Are you really that resentful towards me?”

Elsa wanted to answer but the sudden feeling of his hands sliding between her legs only allows a groan through the gag—a futile cry of disapproval with what the moment would lead to, especially when his fingers starts to graze the form of her womanhood through her lingerie. Elsa shakes her head vehemently, yelling obscenities through her speech impediment, trying desperately to stop his hands from going further, but of course she is unable to. Then his fingers push in within the folds between her legs; a gentle but very firm push that causes her own undergarment to sink in. A forced moan escapes Elsa’s bound mouth; a deep and throaty moan; her lips working around the cloth cleaved between her lips to make such a sound. The unwanted feelings start to emerge once more despite Elsa’s hatred. Luckily her feet are bound the way they are, which of course forces her legs to become an obstruction for Hans’ hands.

“I’m not so sure what you want now. Do you want me to stop?”

There was a momentary pause but eventually Elsa is able to nod her head. "U-unf... ffupf..."

“I didn’t quite understand that, but it seems that you are insinuating me to stop,” Elsa grunts through her gag at Hans’ words. “So not the Prince of the Southern Isles then? How about that Elven boy you thought was cute?”

The question was odd and Elsa can’t quite pinpoint what Hans was talking about. Though amidst the confusion, the strong firm grip suddenly changes and what is now groping Elsa despite her qualms is a hand much softer, smoother, but still masculine in feel. Though regardless of all that, the touch is still violating and the moment the other arm snakes underneath her, Elsa is once again bombarded with another sensation as she now feels unwelcomed ministrations on both her crotch and her other breast.

“This one has yet to receive some attention,” trying to distinguish the voice is a bit of a task with the person now kneading on her breast while continuing what Hans was doing earlier with her womanhood, “I am sure it’s aching for some. I know I would like the feeling evened out.”


Pulling down the rest of her bra to accomplish the idea of an ‘evened out’ look, Elsa moans out loud as the person starts to squeeze her bare breast, massaging the round form before sliding the pressure to her exposed nipple, pinching with index and thumb, driving the bound Queen into a state of more unwanted pleasure. Of course this is paired up with the constant grazing of fingers up and down her sacred area, pressing the fabric of her undergarment deeper, soaking up the moisture that had started to accumulate between her legs.



Now obviously I have written more and as I have stated, I'll probably end up writing more of these gals here and there. Now, there are a couple of other favorites of mine that I have yet to get into a good DiD situation in words. While I have a long list, these gals are top on the said list so here's to hoping I get to write these gals in distress soon:

Harley Quinn

Supergirl

Wonder Woman
Spider-Gwen & Silk by LOZ
Marvel Girl by Ganassa

Long list, I know!

Lastly, check out this group based on DiD fan fiction: B0UNDARY

Plenty of things to read in that group! Comic Book damsels! Anime gals! Video Game hotties in bondage! Original characters! So much to read over there from a lot of different writers! Check it out!

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