Monday, June 20, 2011
fixed picture
I noticed a few glitches on the Fathers Day card I made for the blog last nite so I went ahead and fixed them. (It needed some blur work, some paint retouches and one of its twenty six layers didn't take. The faerie on the middle left was missing a wing). So here ya go, without the pesky writing on it. 
Saturday, June 18, 2011
classic Mary Marvel
In light of The Wizards retirement I decided to put out some of the first captions that I did that features him as vilian. Enjoy your retirement from running the lair Vladi. You deserve it. And I know better then to say so long. Im sure you will still look in frequently.
Geofrey
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Hello
Hi everyone.
First off I wanted to say that im not dead, im here.
I have not posted in the last month due to a series of little personal crises ranging from a systemic case of poison ivy to dealing with the possibility on mom having cancer. (Moms fine by the way, false alarm. Thank God). Im not going to go into the details of the last month. Lets jest say that I have to be in the right mood to cap and no amount of looking at my blog site and thinking that im letting everyone down will make that happen.
Ahem... so tonight I will start back up again.
The first thing im going to do is post a 'whats going on' comedy cap and then work on that 'Love Trainer 5000' story that I left unfinished. Presently there are two sugestions for the last chapter. And since the wait has been so long instead of choosing one im going to write an ending for each reasonable suggestion that i have received by tonight. (But i will still say wich idea is my favorite).
For now I need to run some errands that will keep me busy for most of the day. To tide you all over I will put up a few older ones of mine from The Lair.
See you all tonight!
Geofrey Ivenguard
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mothersday
I made this little card for mothers day. Anyone that wants to download it and personalize it feel free. The font is English 111 vivance BT if yo want to add anything. (I did not put my logo on it so that it can be all from you if you want.
Enjoy
and Have a good Mothers Day!
Enjoy
and Have a good Mothers Day!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Poll Results and stuff
Hi.
The poll is now closed. It was asking what kind of porn you like to look at? (And therefore gives me a suggestion on what kind of content would be most preferred here). Thank you for the votes.
The most popular category, with 46 votes is Transgender stuff.
(Amazing since my first TG post was done by request only slightly over a month ago).
Second up with 31 votes is Super heroine in Distress porn art.
My personal favorite.
(I got my start five years ago at The Wizards Lair. A free site sponsored by Super Heroine Central. If anyone wants too look you will find the rest of my super heroine art/porn there. And my art is only a small portion of the tasty goodness to be found).
Third place with an impressive 7 votes goes to Risk Of Exposure.
(This one is featured in the Love Trainer 5,000 story, currently awaiting votes to see which direction the last chapters take. Im going to give one or two days left before I decide which vote gets the nod and I start writing).
Fourth Place with with 5 votes goes to Authority Figures in Distress.
(Ever watch a college student spank her teacher)?
Fifth place belongs to Monsters and Maidens.
(Zombies and Robots and Dragons oh my).
I will be sure to include each of these categories on my Blog. With attention given to the top places.
The poll is now closed. It was asking what kind of porn you like to look at? (And therefore gives me a suggestion on what kind of content would be most preferred here). Thank you for the votes.
The most popular category, with 46 votes is Transgender stuff.
(Amazing since my first TG post was done by request only slightly over a month ago).
Second up with 31 votes is Super heroine in Distress porn art.
My personal favorite.
(I got my start five years ago at The Wizards Lair. A free site sponsored by Super Heroine Central. If anyone wants too look you will find the rest of my super heroine art/porn there. And my art is only a small portion of the tasty goodness to be found).
Third place with an impressive 7 votes goes to Risk Of Exposure.
(This one is featured in the Love Trainer 5,000 story, currently awaiting votes to see which direction the last chapters take. Im going to give one or two days left before I decide which vote gets the nod and I start writing).
Fourth Place with with 5 votes goes to Authority Figures in Distress.
(Ever watch a college student spank her teacher)?
Fifth place belongs to Monsters and Maidens.
(Zombies and Robots and Dragons oh my).
I will be sure to include each of these categories on my Blog. With attention given to the top places.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Love Trainer 5000 part four
Even as the dildo gagged her, her tongue was pulled past her lips caressing under the dildo and began to lav at two tight spheres under the dong. As she licked them they began to inflate. Rapidly. But they were not alone.
The big vibrator squished deep into her needy cunt. All the way to the bottom and began to inflate slightly more. As it did so its texture changed. The smooth surface began to be covered with little bumps. Lager they grew until each bump became a small dome. Perhaps a dozen of them each the size of half a marble. Then it began to slowly grind. All the way in. All the way out. Over and over.
Meanwhile the other two spheres. Now each the size of a plum. Began to pulse. Quickly the dildo pulled all the way out of her mouth. She gasped for breath. And it unloaded. It drenched her. It covered her face. And it was still coming. Thrusting back into her mouth it was all she could do to keep up with the torrent of cool man slime.
There was a crack of thunder from the storm. And everything went dark. She jumped at the sudden boom. The dildo within her mouth stilled. The vibrator, caught at the very beginning of its thrust, rested due to her jump it rested high, jest on her clit. It vibrated slightly, jest barely.
Everything was darkness. Not sure what to do she gently sucked on the dark intruder and got nothing. ‘Maybe it was out? Now what’? She could hear someone walk past her closed door and know on another one far down the hallway. Faint voices. She held her breath.
The lights suddenly came back on. The computer beeped and whirred. The vibrator resting slickly over her clit began to rumble louder and slide slowly back and forth over her little button. She came a little orgasm. The one in her mouth remained still.
PROGRAM RESTARTED. FINDING LAST SAVE POINT. CAMERA BACK ONLINE. RESETTING TIMER. ‘What was that? Camera? MY camera? But I.. Online???? What did it mean by online??? Is this being’... ? A small orgasm rocked her sore body. ‘Timer? Odes this mean that I have to go through this all over again? I don’t think I CAN do this again’!
PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL NUMBER 69 INITIATED. The cock within her mouth remained still. She sucked upon it but got nothing. Then she felt it. A cool spurt on her stomach. Then another. The vibrator withdrew and shrank. A spurt hit her right on the clit. Another on her wide open cunt. A third blast shot straight up it. It was very cold to her overheated box. And worried the hell out of her. Then lower. A squirt the rosebud of her ass. And the vibrator pushed home. Slowly in entered her ass. Spurting as it went. She was suddenly glad for the cum.. The lubricant as her ass began to burn and stretch. The seat beneath her butt withdrew, allowing her to shake it and adjust to the rude intruder. Then it came up quickly and smacked her posterior. Then again. And again. It was spanking her as it vibrated and came deep in her ass! And suddenly she began to come too, screaming out around the cock gag-dildo. She could feel something warm and wet rise from the robotic arm beneath her. It covered her pussy, her clit, all of her genitals. And then tiny pores over the gel like pad began to suck and move at slightly differing rates over its surface. It sucked up her lips and folds. It gently probed an inch or two in and out of her pussy, it surrounded and sucked up and down her hard clit as if it was a tiny cock. All the while her orgasm rolled on and on. It would not end. She screamed again.
She heard a knock at the door! She tried her best to be quiet as the vibrator began to slam in and out of her poor ass. The slap of the seat echoing around the room. Her butt burned from the twin abuse, her mouth stretched around the dildo, the wonderful pad teasing her. She could feel it began to separate and open her stretched cunt. Suddenly cool air was felt within her as the pad completely opened. She could feel the whir of the infernal chair, her beloved chair, activating a new arm beneath her.
And all of this was perhaps ten feet from the door as it opened!! She screamed out in frustration and pleasure, able to keep silence no longer as she looked with fear and lust past her weeping sex at the person in her dorm room door.
UNAUTHORIZED ORGASM DETECTED ADDING PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 666 TO THE CURRENT PROTOCOL.
“What the hell is going on here”?!?!
That was fun to write. And I hope you enjoyed reading it as well. But now its your turn to direct the story! Who is at the door? Her roomate or her roomate's lecherous boyfriend? Both? Maybe her parents came early for a visit? What would her new step father think of her now? Or maybe its another student? Perhaps a teacher or a fireman coming to check up on her because of the storm? YOU DECIDE and make a suggestion about what happens next! And I will happily write it into the story. I will give a few days for comments to come in before I choose the best one. Have Fun!
The big vibrator squished deep into her needy cunt. All the way to the bottom and began to inflate slightly more. As it did so its texture changed. The smooth surface began to be covered with little bumps. Lager they grew until each bump became a small dome. Perhaps a dozen of them each the size of half a marble. Then it began to slowly grind. All the way in. All the way out. Over and over.
Meanwhile the other two spheres. Now each the size of a plum. Began to pulse. Quickly the dildo pulled all the way out of her mouth. She gasped for breath. And it unloaded. It drenched her. It covered her face. And it was still coming. Thrusting back into her mouth it was all she could do to keep up with the torrent of cool man slime.
There was a crack of thunder from the storm. And everything went dark. She jumped at the sudden boom. The dildo within her mouth stilled. The vibrator, caught at the very beginning of its thrust, rested due to her jump it rested high, jest on her clit. It vibrated slightly, jest barely.
Everything was darkness. Not sure what to do she gently sucked on the dark intruder and got nothing. ‘Maybe it was out? Now what’? She could hear someone walk past her closed door and know on another one far down the hallway. Faint voices. She held her breath.
The lights suddenly came back on. The computer beeped and whirred. The vibrator resting slickly over her clit began to rumble louder and slide slowly back and forth over her little button. She came a little orgasm. The one in her mouth remained still.
PROGRAM RESTARTED. FINDING LAST SAVE POINT. CAMERA BACK ONLINE. RESETTING TIMER. ‘What was that? Camera? MY camera? But I.. Online???? What did it mean by online??? Is this being’... ? A small orgasm rocked her sore body. ‘Timer? Odes this mean that I have to go through this all over again? I don’t think I CAN do this again’!
PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL NUMBER 69 INITIATED. The cock within her mouth remained still. She sucked upon it but got nothing. Then she felt it. A cool spurt on her stomach. Then another. The vibrator withdrew and shrank. A spurt hit her right on the clit. Another on her wide open cunt. A third blast shot straight up it. It was very cold to her overheated box. And worried the hell out of her. Then lower. A squirt the rosebud of her ass. And the vibrator pushed home. Slowly in entered her ass. Spurting as it went. She was suddenly glad for the cum.. The lubricant as her ass began to burn and stretch. The seat beneath her butt withdrew, allowing her to shake it and adjust to the rude intruder. Then it came up quickly and smacked her posterior. Then again. And again. It was spanking her as it vibrated and came deep in her ass! And suddenly she began to come too, screaming out around the cock gag-dildo. She could feel something warm and wet rise from the robotic arm beneath her. It covered her pussy, her clit, all of her genitals. And then tiny pores over the gel like pad began to suck and move at slightly differing rates over its surface. It sucked up her lips and folds. It gently probed an inch or two in and out of her pussy, it surrounded and sucked up and down her hard clit as if it was a tiny cock. All the while her orgasm rolled on and on. It would not end. She screamed again.
She heard a knock at the door! She tried her best to be quiet as the vibrator began to slam in and out of her poor ass. The slap of the seat echoing around the room. Her butt burned from the twin abuse, her mouth stretched around the dildo, the wonderful pad teasing her. She could feel it began to separate and open her stretched cunt. Suddenly cool air was felt within her as the pad completely opened. She could feel the whir of the infernal chair, her beloved chair, activating a new arm beneath her.
And all of this was perhaps ten feet from the door as it opened!! She screamed out in frustration and pleasure, able to keep silence no longer as she looked with fear and lust past her weeping sex at the person in her dorm room door.
UNAUTHORIZED ORGASM DETECTED ADDING PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 666 TO THE CURRENT PROTOCOL.
“What the hell is going on here”?!?!
That was fun to write. And I hope you enjoyed reading it as well. But now its your turn to direct the story! Who is at the door? Her roomate or her roomate's lecherous boyfriend? Both? Maybe her parents came early for a visit? What would her new step father think of her now? Or maybe its another student? Perhaps a teacher or a fireman coming to check up on her because of the storm? YOU DECIDE and make a suggestion about what happens next! And I will happily write it into the story. I will give a few days for comments to come in before I choose the best one. Have Fun!
Love Trainer 5000 part three
Mandy swallowed. Heat radiated through her body. Little stars sparkled behind her tightly closed eyes as she concentrated on her task. All the could hear was the buzz of the vibrator, her own suckling sounds, the sound of the rain on her window, and the sudden hum of her computers hard drive for a moment. Then the vibrator in her cunt and the dildo in her mouth both began to slowly move deeper. Slowly forcefully farther inside. . It touched something deep in her cunt and pushed past it. ‘Oh God that feels.. OoooHHHH’ she nearly lost it. And suddenly she realized. She couldn’t breathe!
She struggled. She fought her bondage. Nothing. The only response.. REMAIN STILL >zapp<
Current jolted her, arcing between the seat and the head of the vibrator inside of her. The thin vibrator began to slide in and out rapidly as the dildo choking her pushed deeper still. Her struggling throat milking more cold fluid from the thing. She came hard! Mewling around the gag and making the chair creak with her thrashing. ‘Oh my God! Im going to die! Im going to choke to death. Im going to drown on fake cum. My Mom will find me dead on this hell machine tomorrow. The first ever in person view my new Stepdad has of me will be my cold pussy being ravaged my mechanical cock’!! She came again. Harder then before. She nearly blacked out from the lack of oxygen and the mind numbing pleasure of it all. The dildo in her throat moved back to jest within her mouth. She gasped, sucking huge lung fulls of blessed air through her nose. She slumped in the chair, covered in sweat.
UNAUTHORIZED ORGASMS DETECTED. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL NUMBER 69 DELAYED FOR TRAINING PURPOSES. She could jest remember to suck. The slim vibrator hummed more slowly even as the speed it was thrusting into her increased. Suck spurt.. Gulp, Suckity spuirt. Suckily suck suck. Spurt squirt splash. Gulp.
ORAL TRAINING ADVISORY; TAKE A DEEP BREATH. HOLD IT. The dildo thrust deep to the back of her mouth and began to push in deeper. HOLD IT. Her throat muscles squeezed the invader. Her tongue caressing over its underside. HOLD IT. It thrust rapidly back and forth past her tonsils. Then suddenly it with drew completely from her mouth. A long line of drool and slop following it and trailing from the head for long moments before falling on her chin and neck. She reached forward as much as she could. Sliding her tongue under its bulbous hear she could jest wrap her lips around the end and gently suck. More fake cum rolled over her lips and down her cheek. She wanted it. And she didn’t want cum in her pussy. Especially with the hormones doing god knows what to her.
COMPLIANCE DETECTED. INTUITIVE PROGRESS DETECTED. REWARD ADMINISTERED. The dildo slid back past her lips and as she made love to it the vibrator farther below slowed to a crawl and began to slowly.. Inflate. It slid slowly deep inside as it grew larger. It surpassed the biggest lover she had ever had so far. And kept growing. Grinding away at her well stuffed sex. ‘Ohhh im so.. Full.. So fucked... so good’. Sitting in euphoria she didn’t notice the flavor and consistence of the glycerin hormone cocktail begin to change at first.
All she knew was the sweet wet sounds of her sex session, the rain, the erotic raw feeling in her throat and the new warm full feeling from her breasts. ‘The hormones must be.. > Mmm .suck gulp<.. Doing something to them. Wait.. The fake cum doesn’t taste as sweet now? Oh no. No.. I.. This is real come.. Im sucking up the cum from real men.. Men I don’t even know.. Oh my... Thats so... Nasty.. >suck suck gulp< So.. Hot... >groan.. Suck<.. Oh god is that going to make me cum too? I can feel it start to build... What is Wrong with me’?
ORAL TECHNIQUE IMPROVED, ADVANCED ORAL TRAINING INITIATED. She could feel something open and move under the dildo in her mouth. She could feel it gently grab her tongue and roll over it. Then a tiny hard stud slit through the hole of her tongue piercing. And began to guide her actions. Pulling her this way and that even as the main portion of the dildo continued to fuck her face deeply.
More in one hour. Then a surprise.
She struggled. She fought her bondage. Nothing. The only response.. REMAIN STILL >zapp<
Current jolted her, arcing between the seat and the head of the vibrator inside of her. The thin vibrator began to slide in and out rapidly as the dildo choking her pushed deeper still. Her struggling throat milking more cold fluid from the thing. She came hard! Mewling around the gag and making the chair creak with her thrashing. ‘Oh my God! Im going to die! Im going to choke to death. Im going to drown on fake cum. My Mom will find me dead on this hell machine tomorrow. The first ever in person view my new Stepdad has of me will be my cold pussy being ravaged my mechanical cock’!! She came again. Harder then before. She nearly blacked out from the lack of oxygen and the mind numbing pleasure of it all. The dildo in her throat moved back to jest within her mouth. She gasped, sucking huge lung fulls of blessed air through her nose. She slumped in the chair, covered in sweat.
UNAUTHORIZED ORGASMS DETECTED. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL NUMBER 69 DELAYED FOR TRAINING PURPOSES. She could jest remember to suck. The slim vibrator hummed more slowly even as the speed it was thrusting into her increased. Suck spurt.. Gulp, Suckity spuirt. Suckily suck suck. Spurt squirt splash. Gulp.
ORAL TRAINING ADVISORY; TAKE A DEEP BREATH. HOLD IT. The dildo thrust deep to the back of her mouth and began to push in deeper. HOLD IT. Her throat muscles squeezed the invader. Her tongue caressing over its underside. HOLD IT. It thrust rapidly back and forth past her tonsils. Then suddenly it with drew completely from her mouth. A long line of drool and slop following it and trailing from the head for long moments before falling on her chin and neck. She reached forward as much as she could. Sliding her tongue under its bulbous hear she could jest wrap her lips around the end and gently suck. More fake cum rolled over her lips and down her cheek. She wanted it. And she didn’t want cum in her pussy. Especially with the hormones doing god knows what to her.
COMPLIANCE DETECTED. INTUITIVE PROGRESS DETECTED. REWARD ADMINISTERED. The dildo slid back past her lips and as she made love to it the vibrator farther below slowed to a crawl and began to slowly.. Inflate. It slid slowly deep inside as it grew larger. It surpassed the biggest lover she had ever had so far. And kept growing. Grinding away at her well stuffed sex. ‘Ohhh im so.. Full.. So fucked... so good’. Sitting in euphoria she didn’t notice the flavor and consistence of the glycerin hormone cocktail begin to change at first.
All she knew was the sweet wet sounds of her sex session, the rain, the erotic raw feeling in her throat and the new warm full feeling from her breasts. ‘The hormones must be.. > Mmm .suck gulp<.. Doing something to them. Wait.. The fake cum doesn’t taste as sweet now? Oh no. No.. I.. This is real come.. Im sucking up the cum from real men.. Men I don’t even know.. Oh my... Thats so... Nasty.. >suck suck gulp< So.. Hot... >groan.. Suck<.. Oh god is that going to make me cum too? I can feel it start to build... What is Wrong with me’?
ORAL TECHNIQUE IMPROVED, ADVANCED ORAL TRAINING INITIATED. She could feel something open and move under the dildo in her mouth. She could feel it gently grab her tongue and roll over it. Then a tiny hard stud slit through the hole of her tongue piercing. And began to guide her actions. Pulling her this way and that even as the main portion of the dildo continued to fuck her face deeply.
More in one hour. Then a surprise.
Love Trainer 5000 part two
UNAUTHORIZED ORGASM DETECTED. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 37 INITIATED.
Mandy slumped in her bonds. Why had she forgotten to lock the door? Why had she neglected to read the instruction manual to this fiendish device? What did it jest say?? She was distracted by the tight bondage and the maddening buzz of the vibrator jest inside her vagina.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a second mechanical arm rising from under the table. This one supported a realistic looking cock. It was of an impressive girth, but she couldn’t tell how long it was as the head was resting two inches in front of her nose. Momentarily cross-eyed, she was admiring its realistic shape when... PRIMING. Several cold white sticky blasts of.. Something.. Shot from the dildo. They struck the bridge of her nose, her left cheek, her lips and finally as the head pushed its way between her lips, a few blasts hit her squarely on the tongue. It tasted musky... Sweet... Strangely familiar.
It slid an inch deeper into her mouth. Any possibility of a safe word or command was now lost as she was now effectively gaged. The butterflies in her lower tummy were restless. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 37: YOU WILL NOTICE THE PHALLUS IN YOUR MOUTH. ‘Well no shit’ she thought as the voice continued. IT IS DESIGNED TO INSTRUCT YOU ON FELLATIO DEPTH, SUCTION AND TECHNIQUE. YOU WILL APPLY SUCTION TO THE PHALLUS AS IT TRAINS YOU. AS YOU DO SO A GLYCERIN SYRUP WITH A STRONG HORMONAL COCKTAIL WILL BE SUCCORED FORTH FROM PACKET ONE. IF YOU SUCK TO MUCH THE PACKET WILL BE DRAINED AND REPLACED WITH THE HUMAN EJACULATE CONTAINED IN PACKET TWO. IF YOU DRAIN BOTH QUART SIZED PACKETS YOU WILL BE REWARDED. IF SUCTION SHOULD CEASE A PUNISHMENT WILL BE GIVEN AND THE LIQUID FLOW WILL BE REDIRECTED INTO THE VIBRATOR PRESENTLY AT YOUR VAGINA. THE HORMONES WILL INCREASE MILK PRODUCTION, SEX DRIVE AND FERTILITY. THE SPERM IN PACKET TWO WILL HAVE THE EXPECTED RESULTS. BEGIN.
Mandy began to suck gently on the cock in her mouth. She had no choice. She couldn’t risk this thing making her pregnant! She was trapped, teased and vulnerable. Laying exposed on a bondage chair sucking mechanical cock. Anyone could walk right in on her and do.. Anything. The thought of it nearly set her off again. But she willed herself to hold back. If this was the punishment for one ‘unauthorized orgasm’ then what would happen if she has a second? Her mouth began to slowly fill with syrupy 'robocum'. The absurdity of that thought made her smile around the gag. She didn’t realize it yet but she was starting to like it.
More story in one hour.
Mandy slumped in her bonds. Why had she forgotten to lock the door? Why had she neglected to read the instruction manual to this fiendish device? What did it jest say?? She was distracted by the tight bondage and the maddening buzz of the vibrator jest inside her vagina.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a second mechanical arm rising from under the table. This one supported a realistic looking cock. It was of an impressive girth, but she couldn’t tell how long it was as the head was resting two inches in front of her nose. Momentarily cross-eyed, she was admiring its realistic shape when... PRIMING. Several cold white sticky blasts of.. Something.. Shot from the dildo. They struck the bridge of her nose, her left cheek, her lips and finally as the head pushed its way between her lips, a few blasts hit her squarely on the tongue. It tasted musky... Sweet... Strangely familiar.
It slid an inch deeper into her mouth. Any possibility of a safe word or command was now lost as she was now effectively gaged. The butterflies in her lower tummy were restless. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 37: YOU WILL NOTICE THE PHALLUS IN YOUR MOUTH. ‘Well no shit’ she thought as the voice continued. IT IS DESIGNED TO INSTRUCT YOU ON FELLATIO DEPTH, SUCTION AND TECHNIQUE. YOU WILL APPLY SUCTION TO THE PHALLUS AS IT TRAINS YOU. AS YOU DO SO A GLYCERIN SYRUP WITH A STRONG HORMONAL COCKTAIL WILL BE SUCCORED FORTH FROM PACKET ONE. IF YOU SUCK TO MUCH THE PACKET WILL BE DRAINED AND REPLACED WITH THE HUMAN EJACULATE CONTAINED IN PACKET TWO. IF YOU DRAIN BOTH QUART SIZED PACKETS YOU WILL BE REWARDED. IF SUCTION SHOULD CEASE A PUNISHMENT WILL BE GIVEN AND THE LIQUID FLOW WILL BE REDIRECTED INTO THE VIBRATOR PRESENTLY AT YOUR VAGINA. THE HORMONES WILL INCREASE MILK PRODUCTION, SEX DRIVE AND FERTILITY. THE SPERM IN PACKET TWO WILL HAVE THE EXPECTED RESULTS. BEGIN.
Mandy began to suck gently on the cock in her mouth. She had no choice. She couldn’t risk this thing making her pregnant! She was trapped, teased and vulnerable. Laying exposed on a bondage chair sucking mechanical cock. Anyone could walk right in on her and do.. Anything. The thought of it nearly set her off again. But she willed herself to hold back. If this was the punishment for one ‘unauthorized orgasm’ then what would happen if she has a second? Her mouth began to slowly fill with syrupy 'robocum'. The absurdity of that thought made her smile around the gag. She didn’t realize it yet but she was starting to like it.
More story in one hour.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thus to bullies
I admit it. In second grade I was the bully.
Call this amends.
Peace,
Geofrey
Ink for Pink
God im lazy. Yes I know this is the second post in twelve hours but they are all little ones. There are, I exaggerate not, five larger muti image posts on my computer right now in varying states on not-quite ready. I need to get off my but and FINISH something bigger then a couple of pics and a few pretty words!
BAH. And I have to go to a recital tonight, a BBQ and a birthday party tomorrow, mow the anchorage, and go to work.
Sigh.... Ok a few more little ones for now and the big ones will start on Sunday. I dont have anything going on Sunday.
So Sweet
This one is neither super heroine or ts. Its all about cute girls that are evil as sin. LOVE THEM ALL.
Geofrey
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Laura Croft and The Deep Kiss
I was tempted to finish this for Easter under the title 'going egg hunting'. But I like the 'Deep Kiss' title much better. This is one of the examples of a picture that jest begs to have a caption.Enjoy!
Geofrey
Monday, April 25, 2011
Its a gas
Lame title, I know. I was going to call it 'Wakum High', but this takes place at a College not a High School.
Did you like then twist at the end?
Geofrey
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter BunnyVenger
Be sure to read the other BunnyVenger caps posted earlier today first.
Have a good Easter!
Geofrey
BUNNY VENGERS!
HAPPY EASTER!Her are the BunnyVengers in their short lived run. Enjoy them. I'm sure most of the BunnyVengers came to enjoy posing for you.
(NOTE: While all the caps are mine and every picture is altered to fit with the theme. The original artwork in the first two images are not. I would have liked to credit the original artists but that information was not available).
Geofrey
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Though the looking glass: A homage to those that were Batgirl
This is one of my favorite stories. It shows all of my favorite Batgirl actresses from years gone. It incorporates them into a fun little story with Lex Luthor and my mad scientist, Dr Wakum. It is also the first time I used Dr Wakum.Enjoy!
Geofrey
Friday, April 22, 2011
Turnabout is fair play
Its a hero post, its a gender swap post! Its Two, two two posts in one. ha ha
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Grr
I hate to break my word. Earlier today I mentioned that there would be new pics tonight. But there is something that jest came up that I have to do. (I have to go play hero and stop one of my friends husband from walking out on her. ... again). DAMIT!
So I will throw up some older ones to tide us over until tomorrow.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
A short story.
Training
By Geofrey
It was late and Stephanie Brown’s slicker was not stopping the cold, wind and rain. She could feel the costume she wore under it drench. It made her nipples hard and painful, but she had more important things to think about then her breasts. Tonight she was scheduled for training in the Batcave. And she was already late. “It was a dark and stormy nite” she mused. “And im stuck without my motorcycle jest because I cant ride here in costume. That’s why im late. Its not fair”. She pouted.
Her moped whined as she turned the last corner into Wayne Manor. Lightning showed flashes of gargoyles and gothic relief. They used to scare her. But not now. At nineteen she was a big girl. She wasn’t The Spoiler anymore, she was Batgirl now. And Batgirl doesn’t get scared. A moment later and she rode through the hidden opening behind the pool house and down the steep ramp to The Cave.
She stepped off of the moped. Her lithe body masked by the slicker even as her long blond hair clung to it past her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes blinked in surprise as the complete darkness of the Batcave suddenly erupted in florescent light. Bruce Wayne was standing feet from her. And she had never known.
“Your Late”. Bruce growled. It was easy to tell, from his voice, from his posture and eyes, that this wasn’t Bruce Wayne right now. It was Batman. Even without the costume the confidence and authority turned Stephanie on. Not that she would ever admit it. She removed the slicker and pulled on her cowl. The wet cloth clung to her every tight curve, her rock hard nipples on lewd display. “Cold”? No emotion in his eyes.
“Umm yeah”. She had to look away. She wanted them to shrink back down, but they wouldn’t. He just kept starring. Why didn’t he have any towels down here? He knew it was raining. “Can we jest get started please”?
Ten minutes later and Batgirl was on her stomach. Her costume top was pulled up to her shoulders. But she didn’t have to worry about her breasts touching the cold floor. They were pulled up too, by her nipples. Cruel alligator clamps dug into them as they were stretched by taunt wire over her shoulders and between her arms. The wire wound around her ankles, jest over the small of her back. Her arms were held in place behind her, both by metal cuffs on her wrists and forearms and by five tight wicker finger cuffs connecting each hand.
Batman spoke. “I would not put your fingers together to escape the Chinese Finger Cuffs. There are needles in the center of each one. And don’t pull with your legs or you might damage your cute tits”. He wound her discarded gloves into a ball. And grabbing the nape of her neck, forced them roughly into her mouth. “You have ten minutes to escape from this hogtie. If you do not you will be punished. Begin now”.
‘What did he say? ‘Cute Tits’ ‘? She was distracted looking up at the imposing man with the lump in the front of his pants. She could almost taste it as he knelt in front of her. Her attention was brought back on the here and now as yellow leather was forced deep into her mouth. She had a short time to get free. She could do it!
Dusty, cold, Batgirl rolled from side to side as she tried to work the restraints. Twice she jabbed her fingers onto the cruel needles within the wicker cuffs. Over and over her nipples were obscenely pulled by the clamps. Minutes passed as a fine layer of dirt gathered on her stomach and the underside of her breasts from the rainwater, sweat and dust.
Batman had walked over to the computer cache and began to send the Batcave’s security camera feed to someone.
“Oh God, what is he doing? Is this why he left my mask on? What about my birthmark? Who is going to see this?!?
The girls in gym class have seen my birthmark a hundred times. They will know who I am for sure”! As she worried Batman moved to the side, revealing two of a half dozen computer monitors. Nightwing’s and Robin’s faces came into view. And from the looks of it they were enjoying the show very much! “It IS someone I know. How will they ever take me seriously as a crime fighter again? And who is on the other monitors”?
Batgirl’s struggles intensified. She HAD to get free. Hew nipples burned. Her fingers stung. Her back, legs and arms ached. Her panties were soaked. “Why are my panties soaked”? She thought. “Must be from the rain”.
“Im going to run out of time if I don’t concentrate. Last time I went over while training I had to play maid and clean the entire mansion in my underwear...”. She took a deep breath, the wire slacked slightly as her chest pushed out obscenely. She clenched her fingers against each other carefully rubbing them together until one of the finger cuffs slacked. One by one she was able to slide her fingers out until only her thumbs remained trapped. Taking hold of her wicker thumb cuffs she began to peel away the restraint until only the needles within remained.
Minutes passed as she carefully used the needles to pick the handcuffs, palmed them, and began to untie her ankles. She did not notice Batman walk over until he roughly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her wide eyes up toward his. Her stomach tightened from the sudden forcefulness. And she found herself gasping around her gag.
“Your almost out of time little girl”. Batman growled. “I think this time you can do the maids work nude. Im sure Alfred will enjoy the spectacle of your tight dimples ass. I might even let him have some”.
At that moment the tightness of the restraints, the tug of her nipples, the humiliation of being so exposed before her crime fighter colleagues, and the thought of Alfred being allowed to Have her pushed her over the edge and she came. For long moments she thrashed in her bonds. Each electric jolt causing spasms that further tormented her tortured nipples and pulled her hair against his strong fist. All the while she looked into his cold emotionless eyes.
His free right hand slowly slid down her dirty stomach, leaving scraped clean traces. And rested on her throbbing sex. Over and over his palm clenched down over her crotch. Her pants were no protection as he feelt her ride the last of her orgasm, extending it. Coaxing it onward. He leaned in closer. “You have two minutes left”.
He let her go and she slumped forward. Even so she quickly finished untying her ankles and, bouncing to her feet, began to work the needle into her forearm cuffs. The online crowd watched with wonder as her tight and dirty clamped breasts bounced with the effort as she hopped about. Finally her arms were free. She reached for the nipple clamps and removed them with a guttural scream that echoed about the Batcave. She looked at batman as she did so.
He pointed at the main computer monitor. It read 10:13.. 10:14.. 10:15.. “I expect you to do a good job cleaning. Now take them off. All of it. Alfred will show you everything you need to do. I will instruct him on what is implied by ‘everything’. Batman began to walk away.
Stephanie began to watch the computer monitors as she slowly began to peel off her wet costume, taking extra time to watch their reactions. “And one other thing Batgirl. I hope you are on the pill. Your next training session is on how to best survive a gang rape. And your audience has agreed to help with the training”.
She stopped cold. The half dozen images of heroes, colleagues, smiled. “They may not take me seriously any more”. Something in the back of her mind seemed to say through her stunned state. “But at least they will take me”..
By Geofrey
It was late and Stephanie Brown’s slicker was not stopping the cold, wind and rain. She could feel the costume she wore under it drench. It made her nipples hard and painful, but she had more important things to think about then her breasts. Tonight she was scheduled for training in the Batcave. And she was already late. “It was a dark and stormy nite” she mused. “And im stuck without my motorcycle jest because I cant ride here in costume. That’s why im late. Its not fair”. She pouted.
Her moped whined as she turned the last corner into Wayne Manor. Lightning showed flashes of gargoyles and gothic relief. They used to scare her. But not now. At nineteen she was a big girl. She wasn’t The Spoiler anymore, she was Batgirl now. And Batgirl doesn’t get scared. A moment later and she rode through the hidden opening behind the pool house and down the steep ramp to The Cave.
She stepped off of the moped. Her lithe body masked by the slicker even as her long blond hair clung to it past her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes blinked in surprise as the complete darkness of the Batcave suddenly erupted in florescent light. Bruce Wayne was standing feet from her. And she had never known.
“Your Late”. Bruce growled. It was easy to tell, from his voice, from his posture and eyes, that this wasn’t Bruce Wayne right now. It was Batman. Even without the costume the confidence and authority turned Stephanie on. Not that she would ever admit it. She removed the slicker and pulled on her cowl. The wet cloth clung to her every tight curve, her rock hard nipples on lewd display. “Cold”? No emotion in his eyes.
“Umm yeah”. She had to look away. She wanted them to shrink back down, but they wouldn’t. He just kept starring. Why didn’t he have any towels down here? He knew it was raining. “Can we jest get started please”?
Ten minutes later and Batgirl was on her stomach. Her costume top was pulled up to her shoulders. But she didn’t have to worry about her breasts touching the cold floor. They were pulled up too, by her nipples. Cruel alligator clamps dug into them as they were stretched by taunt wire over her shoulders and between her arms. The wire wound around her ankles, jest over the small of her back. Her arms were held in place behind her, both by metal cuffs on her wrists and forearms and by five tight wicker finger cuffs connecting each hand.
Batman spoke. “I would not put your fingers together to escape the Chinese Finger Cuffs. There are needles in the center of each one. And don’t pull with your legs or you might damage your cute tits”. He wound her discarded gloves into a ball. And grabbing the nape of her neck, forced them roughly into her mouth. “You have ten minutes to escape from this hogtie. If you do not you will be punished. Begin now”.
‘What did he say? ‘Cute Tits’ ‘? She was distracted looking up at the imposing man with the lump in the front of his pants. She could almost taste it as he knelt in front of her. Her attention was brought back on the here and now as yellow leather was forced deep into her mouth. She had a short time to get free. She could do it!
Dusty, cold, Batgirl rolled from side to side as she tried to work the restraints. Twice she jabbed her fingers onto the cruel needles within the wicker cuffs. Over and over her nipples were obscenely pulled by the clamps. Minutes passed as a fine layer of dirt gathered on her stomach and the underside of her breasts from the rainwater, sweat and dust.
Batman had walked over to the computer cache and began to send the Batcave’s security camera feed to someone.
“Oh God, what is he doing? Is this why he left my mask on? What about my birthmark? Who is going to see this?!?
The girls in gym class have seen my birthmark a hundred times. They will know who I am for sure”! As she worried Batman moved to the side, revealing two of a half dozen computer monitors. Nightwing’s and Robin’s faces came into view. And from the looks of it they were enjoying the show very much! “It IS someone I know. How will they ever take me seriously as a crime fighter again? And who is on the other monitors”?
Batgirl’s struggles intensified. She HAD to get free. Hew nipples burned. Her fingers stung. Her back, legs and arms ached. Her panties were soaked. “Why are my panties soaked”? She thought. “Must be from the rain”.
“Im going to run out of time if I don’t concentrate. Last time I went over while training I had to play maid and clean the entire mansion in my underwear...”. She took a deep breath, the wire slacked slightly as her chest pushed out obscenely. She clenched her fingers against each other carefully rubbing them together until one of the finger cuffs slacked. One by one she was able to slide her fingers out until only her thumbs remained trapped. Taking hold of her wicker thumb cuffs she began to peel away the restraint until only the needles within remained.
Minutes passed as she carefully used the needles to pick the handcuffs, palmed them, and began to untie her ankles. She did not notice Batman walk over until he roughly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her wide eyes up toward his. Her stomach tightened from the sudden forcefulness. And she found herself gasping around her gag.
“Your almost out of time little girl”. Batman growled. “I think this time you can do the maids work nude. Im sure Alfred will enjoy the spectacle of your tight dimples ass. I might even let him have some”.
At that moment the tightness of the restraints, the tug of her nipples, the humiliation of being so exposed before her crime fighter colleagues, and the thought of Alfred being allowed to Have her pushed her over the edge and she came. For long moments she thrashed in her bonds. Each electric jolt causing spasms that further tormented her tortured nipples and pulled her hair against his strong fist. All the while she looked into his cold emotionless eyes.
His free right hand slowly slid down her dirty stomach, leaving scraped clean traces. And rested on her throbbing sex. Over and over his palm clenched down over her crotch. Her pants were no protection as he feelt her ride the last of her orgasm, extending it. Coaxing it onward. He leaned in closer. “You have two minutes left”.
He let her go and she slumped forward. Even so she quickly finished untying her ankles and, bouncing to her feet, began to work the needle into her forearm cuffs. The online crowd watched with wonder as her tight and dirty clamped breasts bounced with the effort as she hopped about. Finally her arms were free. She reached for the nipple clamps and removed them with a guttural scream that echoed about the Batcave. She looked at batman as she did so.
He pointed at the main computer monitor. It read 10:13.. 10:14.. 10:15.. “I expect you to do a good job cleaning. Now take them off. All of it. Alfred will show you everything you need to do. I will instruct him on what is implied by ‘everything’. Batman began to walk away.
Stephanie began to watch the computer monitors as she slowly began to peel off her wet costume, taking extra time to watch their reactions. “And one other thing Batgirl. I hope you are on the pill. Your next training session is on how to best survive a gang rape. And your audience has agreed to help with the training”.
She stopped cold. The half dozen images of heroes, colleagues, smiled. “They may not take me seriously any more”. Something in the back of her mind seemed to say through her stunned state. “But at least they will take me”..
Thursday, April 14, 2011
careful shes a lawyer
I'm very blah this week. The inspiration is largely replaced by frustration and the end results is about seven caps (three of which story caps) that I have started but have not quite finished. So rather then have the blog sit in neutral all that time I have put up a few of the older caps.
Monday, April 11, 2011
this is a test
I have had a little trouble with my internet this week so I am posting this older cap, (which I like), as a test to see if it is working now.
Hmmm I should make some more stuff for Major B.J.
Friday, April 8, 2011
new dream- non erotic
I am in the habit of writing down my dreams lately.
A few minutes ago i awoke after the following.
I was working on the nite crew cleaning and restocking a grocery store. There was half a dozen other people working there that each had their own job responsibilities, each had a huge ego and a chip on their shoulder.
There was a fat gay with thick glasses that was made out of dull blue light. He did book keeping and lorded his control over everyone's time cards over everyone, berating them for their lack of efficiency. He himself was very inefficient.
There was a dark gray colored energy guy named "Trees." (The only named character). He was African American and worked as one of the two sweepers. (I was the other sweeper).
There was an orange /red guy that looked like he wore spartan armor from Halo. He was covered in flames all the time, seemed very angry and yelled at everyone that they were slower then he was. He worked the meet department. And at one point in the dream used physical bullying tactics on some of the others.
And then there was the others, also in spartan armor of various dull colors. They seemed to be made of light as well and quietly worked stocking shelves etc. Occasionally one would fade away and flicker back looking like a different halo character. (recidivism)?
I was in first person point of view the whole time and don't know what I looked like. I do know from my Spartan Armor that I had bone white markings and was one of two characters mot made of light.
Infighting grew so bad on shift that the General Manager, whom we never saw and sounded like Darth Vader over the intercom, called a general meeting do discuss whom should be disciplined 'for being an uncooperative ass'.
We were about to proceed when we all suddenly remembered another employee working in the first floor of the earth contact structure. (Which suddenly now looked like a high school upstairs and a huge preschool downstairs). She was a little old lady dressed in faded white that worked quietly to keep her entire floor stocked and cleaned by herself. the Guy in flaming armor said some very cruel things about her not being worth going and getting due to her quiet demeanor and age. I disagreed and went alone to retrieve her from downstairs.
It was huge and I eventually found her. She had apparently cleaned the lower floor since the founding of the school when she herself was a young girl. No one seemed to know how long ago that was. She let me look around and rate her on her job. The place was immaculate. Perfect. Only her personal quarters were in dismal disarray. She then told me that to get her job done she sleeps during School Hours and Works from the moment the students and teachers leave until minutes before they arrive to get done. Quietly alone without thanks or recognition forever apparently. I had a great compassion for this old woman and as I asked her to come upstairs with me for the meeting I vowed to protect her and her viewpoint from the crass ones she would find.
On the way upstairs she I and two unnamed other Halo Spartans braved a firestorm of mixed flame and lightning. (Someone didn't want us to make it). One Spartan died and the other went to the restroom immediately upon getting upstairs 'to clean up' and was not seen again. In the transition I fealt shooting pains from the lightning as I apparently could only defend against one form of energy at a time. The old lady calmly walked through the worst of it unscathed. Only stopping to pick up the helmet of the spartan that had fallen.
Upstairs things became hectic. Some of the minor characters fled while the guy in burning armor attacked any dissidents physically to prevent them from speaking their minds at the meeting. I intervened against him and a friend of his in pure black Spartan Armor. (Whom I had not yet seen). The fight was brief. He was trying to stab a dagger through the back of one man that he was grappling. The Guy in the black armor watched with a machine gun. Keeping everyone else away for their turn. I shoulder blocked the flaming guy, separating him from his prey. Got shot in the leg by the guy in black armor. And then as the flaming guy lunged for me from behind I dropped down to a wider stance, put my weight into him and flipped him over my shoulder. He landed on his butt directly in front of me and I twisted off his helmet and flung it into the guy in black armors stomach, propelling him through the brick wall behind him. End villains.
During all of this Tree turned into a little black fuzzy bunny and ran off saying 'enough crazy shit for one nite'.
Presumably the meeting went well. And the old lady was praised for her efforts. I don't know. I freaking woke up. GRRRR.
There might actually be a moral to this. Several come to mind, but hey... It was a dream.
(I do know that I should probably stop playing halo reach though)!
A few minutes ago i awoke after the following.
I was working on the nite crew cleaning and restocking a grocery store. There was half a dozen other people working there that each had their own job responsibilities, each had a huge ego and a chip on their shoulder.
There was a fat gay with thick glasses that was made out of dull blue light. He did book keeping and lorded his control over everyone's time cards over everyone, berating them for their lack of efficiency. He himself was very inefficient.
There was a dark gray colored energy guy named "Trees." (The only named character). He was African American and worked as one of the two sweepers. (I was the other sweeper).
There was an orange /red guy that looked like he wore spartan armor from Halo. He was covered in flames all the time, seemed very angry and yelled at everyone that they were slower then he was. He worked the meet department. And at one point in the dream used physical bullying tactics on some of the others.
And then there was the others, also in spartan armor of various dull colors. They seemed to be made of light as well and quietly worked stocking shelves etc. Occasionally one would fade away and flicker back looking like a different halo character. (recidivism)?
I was in first person point of view the whole time and don't know what I looked like. I do know from my Spartan Armor that I had bone white markings and was one of two characters mot made of light.
Infighting grew so bad on shift that the General Manager, whom we never saw and sounded like Darth Vader over the intercom, called a general meeting do discuss whom should be disciplined 'for being an uncooperative ass'.
We were about to proceed when we all suddenly remembered another employee working in the first floor of the earth contact structure. (Which suddenly now looked like a high school upstairs and a huge preschool downstairs). She was a little old lady dressed in faded white that worked quietly to keep her entire floor stocked and cleaned by herself. the Guy in flaming armor said some very cruel things about her not being worth going and getting due to her quiet demeanor and age. I disagreed and went alone to retrieve her from downstairs.
It was huge and I eventually found her. She had apparently cleaned the lower floor since the founding of the school when she herself was a young girl. No one seemed to know how long ago that was. She let me look around and rate her on her job. The place was immaculate. Perfect. Only her personal quarters were in dismal disarray. She then told me that to get her job done she sleeps during School Hours and Works from the moment the students and teachers leave until minutes before they arrive to get done. Quietly alone without thanks or recognition forever apparently. I had a great compassion for this old woman and as I asked her to come upstairs with me for the meeting I vowed to protect her and her viewpoint from the crass ones she would find.
On the way upstairs she I and two unnamed other Halo Spartans braved a firestorm of mixed flame and lightning. (Someone didn't want us to make it). One Spartan died and the other went to the restroom immediately upon getting upstairs 'to clean up' and was not seen again. In the transition I fealt shooting pains from the lightning as I apparently could only defend against one form of energy at a time. The old lady calmly walked through the worst of it unscathed. Only stopping to pick up the helmet of the spartan that had fallen.
Upstairs things became hectic. Some of the minor characters fled while the guy in burning armor attacked any dissidents physically to prevent them from speaking their minds at the meeting. I intervened against him and a friend of his in pure black Spartan Armor. (Whom I had not yet seen). The fight was brief. He was trying to stab a dagger through the back of one man that he was grappling. The Guy in the black armor watched with a machine gun. Keeping everyone else away for their turn. I shoulder blocked the flaming guy, separating him from his prey. Got shot in the leg by the guy in black armor. And then as the flaming guy lunged for me from behind I dropped down to a wider stance, put my weight into him and flipped him over my shoulder. He landed on his butt directly in front of me and I twisted off his helmet and flung it into the guy in black armors stomach, propelling him through the brick wall behind him. End villains.
During all of this Tree turned into a little black fuzzy bunny and ran off saying 'enough crazy shit for one nite'.
Presumably the meeting went well. And the old lady was praised for her efforts. I don't know. I freaking woke up. GRRRR.
There might actually be a moral to this. Several come to mind, but hey... It was a dream.
(I do know that I should probably stop playing halo reach though)!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I think I will check again...
Checking.. checking.. still checking... hmmmm.. better check some more... cant be too sure...
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
HEAD IN A BOX. I actually would have put this up yesterday, but I made a stupid mastake with photoshop and had to start over from scratch. But it turned out ok, so good enough.
I wanted to do one where the Hero wins. And this is the thirtieth post in exactly thirty days, so im calling it mission accomplished on my second challenge to myself. (Don't worry I have every intention to keep posting).Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Wonder Woman knows what she was made for. 2
And here is my second idea. And whats with this guys tie?
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Poison Ivy Is Angry
As usual the photo jest kind of grabbed me. But unlike most of the time I changed my idea about what I was going to do right in the middle of texting out the page. Originally I was going to go with a 'how dare you tell me not to spank my students' angry school teacher. But this jest seemed better. I will do the school teacher thing some other time.
beware
This morning we hit 10,000 page views. And the first of the two challenges I laid out for myself was completed at THE WIZARDS LAIR. Now I have about three days left to post here about five more times and my second challenge will be met.
This is a good day! So i decided to try for funny this time.
ENJOY
Geofrey
This is a good day! So i decided to try for funny this time.
ENJOY
Geofrey
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