Living in Denial
* * * he was browsing the clothes racks, not really pay attention to anything. "shirt, shirt, pants, cap," he mumbled. suddenly, he saw another dragon browsing the racks across him. like gemoron, he was black.
Book of Particles: Silver Stream Memory 3
Then, skipping past the door was an entertainment center with two music cd stands that were wire racks in double set. there, in the middle was a cd/mp3 player, very small.
Don't Tell Them Anything
Seglagg was pushed against the rack and laid out. the metal shackles at the end were clamped on his wrists and ankles, and his tail was restrained in a metal brace near the bottom of the rack.
Seeking the Supernatural
Still though he kept approaching the rack, until he was right beside it. "i hear you. i... i know you're here. please, show me... g-give me a sign, what do you want from me?" the chains on the rack rattled.
An Offer you Can't Refuse
Alex sat in the dim light of his workshop, a large magnifying glass on a stand in front of him as he looked down at the rubber circle that was on the table. What he was most focused on was the complex mechanism that was inside the collar, his tweezers...
His Limits, Her Delights
His mind was clouded to the point that he couldn't be sure, and as the thrusts racked up in count and his tailhole began to adjust to the unusual, but enjoyable sensation of being completely stuffed with a fake length, naomi made things even harder for him
Knots for Her Spots
Being guided into the back room of any club was an exciting situation, but Selina's tummy was twisted up in more knots than she could ever recall, and butterflies danced around every single one as she followed the eager tug of a paw; she wasn't allowed...
Alphabet Challenge 2018 - Y is for Yards of Yourself
I can't really move all that much, but when i look down at the rack i can see my feet beginning to curl away down at the far end of the rack. it's at least nine foot long from end to end, this table.
Kevran - Justice (Torture, Rack, Quite lesbian)
In between, there was a wooden and iron rack, designed to hold the prisoner in a pose with his hands and legs tied and fixed in a letter "x", on this rack there was a furred being, standing on two clawed paws, the creaure was resembling an anthropomorphic
The Universal Tournament
He held his head for a second before carefully getting up out of the rack, or whatever it was that he found himself laying on. after a few moments, razial tried to breathe out fire for better lighting only to find it lacking. "what in the hell is this?"
Dairy Hands [1 of 2]
She was strapped into the rack, and not wearing anything else besides some fake horns and cow-print gloves and stockings, as well as fake hoof-boots.