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The Vixen - Part 5 (Public)
🕑 Added 2023-08-08 03:36:39 +0000 UTCA new adventure, starring He-Man – and his Number One Fan……
The party is over, the champagne all drunk – and He-Man likewise. The young Eternian hero, deliberately plied with liquor by the red-headed girl, has unsuspectingly downed far more than is good for him and passed out into oblivion – which is exactly as she had planned.
And now, in accordance with that plan, he lies senseless and helpless in the place where she has had him taken, while she stands over him watching his drink-induced stupor with a satisfied smile on her lips. Firelight flickers redly over his body, and glints on shining steel as a furnace burns brightly in the background, illuminating a dim basement chamber so meticulously prepared for this illustrious and long-awaited guest. Its light falls on trolleys which hold many varied vessels and also instruments of every kind whose purpose is not yet apparent, and pillars uphold a lofty vault where overhead lights shine on the scene below.
But the girl’s attention is focused wholly on the long, muscular body lying at full, golden length upon a bed of bright steel; a bed with rotary rollers at either end, around which are wound lengths of strong steel chain which terminate in four heavy shackles, one attached to each of He-Man’s dormant limbs. For Eternia’s hero lies, all unknowing, upon the Rack, secured to this instrument of torture which leaves his entire body so exposed and vulnerable.
And it is not only her eyes which are busy about him: her hands travel the length of that muscular body, enjoying its contours to the full, sliding over the golden skin from the mound of the chest, over the smooth, segmented stomach and onto the shapely thighs. Her lips moisten as her fingers fondle the bulging maleness of the loins, encased in close-fitting leather; they linger, sampling that shape which sends a thrill of supreme sensuality all through her being – and again she smiles, anticipating delights to come.
But; first things first, she reminds herself. Postponing further exploration she carefully checks that the chains are secure, the manacles all closely shackled in place: it would not do for her handsome prisoner to escape after all her cunning in rendering him helpless; nor must she underestimate the power inherent in that massive frame. No; she means to keep – and enjoy – him. Again indulging her hands, she tracks slowly back up his body from the ankles towards the wrists, pausing again to test the tempting promise of the bulging loincloth, enjoying the steady rise and fall of the abdominal muscles beneath her palm as he breathes. The wrist shackles and chains are proved likewise secure; He-Man is wholly at her mercy.
She strokes his golden hair in passing, and retires to a pillar where she leans and contentedly admires him while he sleeps. She can afford to be patient now; after all, she has all the time in the world…….
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