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Rogue the Serpent

In a world where good girls grow up to be lovely ladies, Rogue is an anomaly. Born under the powerful Totem of the Serpent, she is feared by her family and grows up wild and undisciplined. As a thoroughly spoiled young lady she is given over to Lord Drexler as an addition to his hold, where she meets Lady Mari Drexler, a warrior woman of the bear totem who takes willful Rogue in hand and teaches her that obedience isn’t just necessary, it can be very pleasurable indeed.

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Blood of the Rogue

Celeste winced as Mari’s palm cracked firmly down across Rogue’s backside, and the crowd roared with amusement. “You show ‘er lady Mari!” a rotund woman selling pears encouraged. “I told you to stay in your rooms,” Mari said sternly, raising her hand to strike Rogue’s backside again. But mud makes an excellent lubricant, and wriggling like a little snake, Rogue squirmed free and was lost amongst the legs of the crowd before Mari could lay hands on her once more. This time Mari did not make chase. “Ten gold pieces for the person who brings her back to me,” Mari said calmly.

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Rebellion of the Rogue

The third book in the Rogue the Serpent series finds Rogue trapped in the snowy northern lands under the watchful eye of the beautiful and strict Oksana, infamous tigress of Icebane. The icy northern climes do not suit Rogue’s temperament, nor do the frequent discipline sessions she finds her self subjected to. But when an escape attempt lands Rogue with sweet maid Suki in her arms, she realizes that she can no longer run. Rogue must make a stand for freedom and for love. But will either be tolerated in a land where one woman rules all?

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“Don’t mess with me, you’ll regret it,” you promise direly, hoping your fierce expression and tone make up for the fact that you’re still doing your best to hold your pants up in one hand.

“Cade…” Constance begins to say something, but Kai cuts in.

“You better keep your eyes open, because I’m comi…”

She never gets to finish her sentence. Instead of listening to another threat, you drop your stranglehold on the waistband of your pants and swing at her as hard as you can. Moments before your fist connects with her jaw, you see the look of surprise in her eyes. She darts back quickly, but not quickly enough and you catch her on the tip of her jaw and send her spinning over onto the floor.

Your moment of triumph is short-lived however. Without your clinging hand to keep them in place, your pants have fallen to your knees, hobbling you as Constance grabs you from behind and swings you over her lap.

“We do not hit people,” she lectures you without any hint of being aware of her hypocrisy as her palm comes down hard across your panty clad cheeks.

The slap hurts, but you can’t help but feel triumphant as Kai lies on the floor with Rael attending to her. She keeps trying to get up to get at you, but Rael insists that she stay lying down, and when Rael insists something, Kai apparently obeys.

“She was threatening me,” you growl, not taking your eyes off your fallen foe.

Constance slaps your ass again, hard enough to make you yelp. “You don’t take matters into your own hands,” she lectures you.

Aftershocks are still rolling in this morning, they’re fairly big ones too, 5 + on the Richter scale, which for those of you not familiar with the Richter scale means that the whole house shifts and shakes and rolls and things threaten to fall off other things. We both slept well through the night in spite of the threat of ongoing quakes. We’d learned in the first one that if it’s big enough to worry about, you’re probably going to wake up in time to notice it. It’s really odd to feel pretty much calm and going about your business as the earth wobbles around beneath you, but I guess that’s just natural human desensitization kicking in.

Reports say that 20% of the houses affected are uninhabitable now. Major concerns are with the water supply, which may or may not be contaminated due to broken pipes as nobody can tell if the pipes are broken or not as yet.

The central city is still a ghost town with no power, but internet, phone and cell communications have all remained admirably available.

Closer to home, the neighbor has suffered a chimney to the front of his car, and a few houses lost tiles, but ours appears to be holding up okay at the moment. The dogs are joyfully oblivious to the emergency and I envy them their innocence. They’re like kids in a way, as long as we owners are calm and acting as if the fact that the house is vigorously vibrating is no real cause for alarm, they continue playing happily.

Thank you to everyone who emailed with thoughts and condolences, it’s really nice to know that there are people in the world who are glad one is not buried under rubble

It’s now 12.00 pm, almost six hours after the quake and strong-ish aftershocks are still rolling in. (As I type this, the monitor is waving about a bit.) Everything is a pretty big mess right now. It may be some time before there are new updates on the blog. Fuck earthquakes.

EDIT: For those who are interested, it is now 8.45 pm and the aftershocks are still continuing. The geobunnies say that they’re between 5 and 4.3 on the Richter scale, so they’re decent little earthquakes in themselves.

EDIT EDIT: Geobunnies are predicting an aftershock earthquake around 6.0, it hasn’t happened yet. A New Zealand seismologist had this had to say on the subject (emphasis mine):

Duty GNS seismologist John Ristau said the large aftershock was “the typical rule of thumb”.

“It’s typical, but there’s nothing to say it will definitely happen. If you don’t get one, of course, then that’s better.”

You squeal in fear and dart behind Lady Constance as Kai thunders towards you, looking ready to tear you limb from limb.

“Kai, that’s quite enough.” Unlike Constance, Rael does not so much as raise her voice, yet Kai stops on a dime at the words from her queen.

“She’s got something to do with it, I know she has. She looks shifty,” Kai says suspiciously, continuing to glare at you as if you are the most disgusting, depraved sight she’s ever seen.

You glance up at Lady Constance and see that there is an amused twist to her lips as she catches your eye. Once again, you’re plunged into a warm sea of embarrassment as you clutch at your ragged waistband and blush at the look she’s giving you. You feel so very helpless, lost in a strange land, with strange customs and with hardly any pants to speak of.

“I don’t have anything to do with anything,” you protest, stepping out from behind Constance in what is quite a show of bravery. A snarl from Kai sends you skittering back behind the guard however, and brings those terrible looks of amusement back to Rael and Constance’s faces.

“Kai, treat our guest with respect,” Rael chides the feral wretch patiently.

“Sorry,” Kai mutters, casting you another filthy look under her eyelashes. She’s not sorry, you can tell. Your initial assessment was right, Kai seems thoroughly remorseless and the way she’s looking at you out of the corner of her eye sends chills down your spine. She’ll obey Rael for now, but you know that she’ll be coming after you when you’re alone as sure as you know there’s a nose on your face.

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“Please Ma’am, your Majesty, I just want to go home,” you whimper pitifully

Queen Rael and Constance exchange looks. “And where is home?” Rael asks.

“420 Baker Street, Candlewick Lane, 90805,” you inform her meekly.

The resulting stares from both the Queen and her Officer are blanker than the blankest of blank things. “In America,” you add helpfully.

“Amurka?” Rael shakes her head. “I have not heard of such a place in all my travels.”

“Neither have I,” Constance agrees.

“Everyone knows where America is!” you protest. “It’s where Twinkies and McDonalds and fat free cheese come from!”

“Cheese? Well I’ve heard of cheese at least,” Constance says, seemingly pleased that something has, at long last, made some form of sense.

“We shall start with the common ground of cheese and go on from there,” Rael says encouragingly as your face falls.

“In the meantime, there is still the matter of breaking, entering, and drape chewing,” Constance reminds the queen. “An offense was committed, a serious one.”

“I don’t remember it!” There are tears in your eyes as you protest.

“Perhaps she has been the victim of some cruel prank,” Rael murmurs thoughtfully.

“A pointless prank, if it is one at all,” Constance says frowning in disapproval at the idea of a prank being performed anywhere within a twenty mile radius.

You’re engaged in the act of very seriously staring around in a bewildered sort of fashion when a sudden banging at the chamber doors makes you jump.

“Where is she?” Kai strides into the room, snarling like something feral.

“Kai – out. We are attending to other matters,” Constance barks at the smaller woman.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me where Lucy is,” Kai growls.

You’re shocked at how much her demeanor has changed from when you last saw her. Gone are the carefree attitude and the casual acrobatics. In their place remains only pure fury.

“You. Who the hell are you?” Kai turns her attention to you, picking you out as a suspicious newcomer and potential weak link. She advances with an expression of menace.

Fixxer has fangs and nerves of steel and she would be highly regarded amongst the ranks of the Terrors, if it weren’t for the fact that, unlike her contemporaries, she regards the dark ‘Master’ not as the ultimate authority, but as a force to be tested.

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Anyway, here’s something relevant to your interests perhaps, some lesbian / domme stories from another author with the word ‘Renard’ in her pen name.

Third Rail

by Giselle Renarde

“When did I become my own rival for your affections?”

Perhaps it is a touch unusual to have a girlfriend and boyfriend both living in the same body, but Kokoro doesn’t classify her relationship with Fiona and Martin as strange. Kokoro rides the third rail, a dutifully subservient lover to both aspects of her transgendered partner’s psyche.

She goes home with Fiona at night, a transformation takes place, and she leaves the house with Martin the next morning. In between, Kokoro discovers that the dynamics of domination and submission aren’t necessarily rooted in black leather. The emotional interplay, “this game of wills,” as Fiona calls it, is a greater aphrodisiac than toy-shop trappings. Fiona is a willful Domme, even in her flowing white skirt and plain cotton panties.

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A throb of anticipatory pleasure descended on Kokoro’s cunt as she pulled her black top up and over her head. “Better?”

With her trademark head-tilt and shrug, Fiona replied, “It’s a start.” Her desire washed over Kokoro like a tropical waterfall, consuming the vision of the slender Japanese girl in her new pink bra. The thin floral lace couldn’t begin to conceal nipples hardening into tight buds. Kokoro was ready, waiting patiently, for the torture to begin.

“My lingerie is coordinated,” she assured her dish-washing dominatrix.

“It better be.”

“Always is, for you,” Kokoro replied. “I know your preferences.”

“If you know what I want, why are you still wearing that skirt?”

Kokoro slipped out of her black A-line skirt, smoothing her fingers across the frilly waist of her pink lace tanga panties. She knew better than to ask what Fiona thought. She would speak only when spoken to.

“Come on, Fifi! How long does it take to wash two plates?” Okay, she would try to speak only when spoken to.

Fiona shot her a death-stare. “What did you call me?”

“Fifi,” Kokoro mocked like an impudent youth.

Drying her hands on a dishtowel, Fiona scolded, “And what made you think I’d appreciate you calling me something so ridiculous?”

“What?” Kokoro asked with an innocent smirk. “It’s a diminutive of ‘Fiona.’ I thought you might like it.”

Standing against the kitchen table, she had nowhere to run as Fiona approached. The glowing embers in
her lover’s eyes ignited as those water-warmed hands grasped the straps of Kokoro’s new bra, pulling them down until the pink lace hung at her hips. Her nipples stood erect, encouraging Fiona’s vicious touch. Invitation accepted, Fiona trapped those tender buds between copper fingernails.

“Don’t play this game of wills with me, Koko. You’ll never win.”

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“Fine, I am a bard. Bring me a lute and I’ll serenade you from dusk to dawn,” you promise with whimsical sarcasm.

“That would be pleasant indeed.” A new voice enters the conversation, a low, feminine voice that holds a great deal of amusement. You turn to see what can only be the queen standing at the entrance to her chambers and though you’ve already opened your mouth for another sarcastic comeback, you find yourself simply standing there wordlessly with your mouth open as you look at her.  She is everything you imagined she would be, and yet entirely different at the same time.

Physically, she is every inch the monarch. Her dark black robes, inscribed with silver trim are draped off her tall, strong frame and reveal a full bosom, not to mention a taut, trim figure underneath.

It is her face that renders you speechless though. Long dark hair frames the deepest gray eyes you’ve ever seen, eyes that don’t just look through you, but which seem to draw you in and embrace you.  She’s not smiling, but you feel instantly warm in her presence. As she looks at you, you feel the fear you’ve been carrying around since waking up in this strange place melt away in her gaze.

“Queen Rael, this is Cade,” Constance says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “She has a rather strange tale to tell.”

“I should imagine one who has a taste for drapery would do,” Rael remarks with dry restraint.

Without so much as cracking a smile at the Queen’s mild jest, Constance raps out a report.  “She claims she is not from these lands, and it would seem that she is not. Her clothing is certainly not of any design I have ever seen, her speech is strange and she appears to be entirely unused to discipline of any kind.”

“Unused to discipline? I do not know if that is such a foreign trait,” Rael remarks. “By the by, was it Kai I saw falling out of the window earlier?”

“It was, your majesty,” Constance affirms.

“I shall have to have a word with Miss Kai,” Rael says decisively, looking thoughtfully out the window. Something in her tone sends a tingle up your spine. You’re pretty sure she’s not going to be having just words with Kai, and you find yourself feeling a little envious of the relationship that clearly exists between the queen and the reckless renegade you met briefly.

“But in the meantime, we must decide what to do with you,” she turns her attention back to you.  “What shall we do with you?” The question is rhetorical, of course, but you feel a strong impulse to answer it.

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In a world where good girls grow up to be lovely ladies, Rogue is an anomaly. Born under the powerful Totem of the Serpent, she is feared by her family and grows up wild and undisciplined.

As a thoroughly spoiled young lady she is given over to Lord Drexler as an addition to his hold, where she meets Lady Mari Drexler, a warrior woman of the Bear totem who takes willful Rogue in hand and teaches her that obedience isn’t just necessary, it can be very pleasurable indeed.

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