Thus to bullies

This one is dedicated to everyone that was ever picked on as a child or was emotionally abused for who they were.

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

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

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

BunnyVenger Tryouts

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

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

Turnabout is fair play

Its a hero post, its a gender swap post! Its Two, two two posts in one. ha ha

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.

Doom da doom domm DOOM

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”..

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.

and another

And one more jest to be sure.

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.

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)!

I think I will check again...

Checking.. checking.. still checking... hmmmm.. better check some more... cant be too sure...
ha ha ha

Head in a box!

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.

Teasing the enemy

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).

Wonder Woman knows what she was made for. 2

And here is my second idea. And whats with this guys tie?

Wonder Woman knows what she was made for.

I had two ideas for this picture. Here is the first one.

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

Jest one little mistake