Kinktober 2021

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I love October, basically because I love Halloween. When I was active over on Delete Art, I enjoyed making pictures for something called the Kinktober Challenge. This October, I'm just looking in on the stories that Aletessa is posting for Kinktober, and selecting a few that inspire me to make illustrations.

I used to have links to those stories, but the stories are no longer there. I do have the text for the 2 stories which featured me, so I've included them here. Just click on the triangles.

Day 12 - Desperation/Mummification

I'm starting with this one because she featured me in the story (in my persona as Dee Kneal). I call the picture, Dee's Mummification.

Story: Dee's Mummification

"How many of our men did she kill?" the boss asked.

"Seven."

Despite her circumstances, Dee couldn't resist a small smirk of pride at the number.

The boss saw it and walked walked over to her, taking her jaw in his hands. "You shouldn't be too pleased with yourself, bitch," he said; "you're still the one in cuffs."

"Night's still young," she replied.

"That it is," he said. "So let's put it good use." He gestured with his head, and his henchmen dragged Dee in his wake. She'd expected to be taken to a bed or patch of floor where they could rape her, but instead the journey ended in large room, stuffy with the odour of salt and spices. It looked like there was a whole tub of the stuff across from her, but nearer and more concerning was a broad table bearing an array of knives.

The boss turned back to her. "See what we'd normally do with a cunt like you is take some turns fucking you, then sell you. But you're too dangerous; I don't want to lose another seven guys if you get loose and come back. Especially if one of them is me."

"I bet your men appreciate it," Dee said; one of her captors wrenched her arm, eliciting a hiss of pain.

The boss pointed his finger at her. "We can still sell you though. We don't just deal in drugs and girls. We sell antiquities too, real and otherwise. That salt bath I saw you looking at? That's natron."

"Natron?" Dee asked.

"It dehydrates you; preserves your flesh," he said. "It's pretty cool stuff, actually; the Egyptians used it for mummification."

"Mummifi... The hell?"

"We got collectors who'll pay top dollar for a real dead princess. They'll get you instead, but we'll still get the dollars."

Shit. He meant now. It was escape now or die here. Dee lunged to her side, throwing her leg up in a kick... but this time they were ready for her; this time she was cuffed. This time the back of her knee was kicked out from under her, dropping her. This time, there weren't another seven dead guys, just hands forcing her to her knees and an iron forearm locked across her throat, cutting off her air. She struggled, but the effort merely cost her more of her dwindling oxygen. The tableau held, the pressure on her windpipe increasing until her vision was turning black around the edges.

The boss squatted down in front of her. "Don't worry," he said. "You'll get the full process: your liver, your lungs, your stomach, your guts; they're all coming out and going into the right jars. Your heart stays, even if we can find it."

The men holding Dee laughed dutifully.

"And when you're dried out, we'll wrap you up nice and tight."

Desperately, Dee tried to gurgle out an offer, but her voice couldn't get out past the chokehold. Was her heart slowing or racing? Surely she should be able to tell?

"Are you trying to tell us who hired you?" the boss asked. "That's ok, we'll figure it out."

Dee tried once more to struggle against her captors, but it turned into a spasm. Her limbs felt cold. Her vision was gone. Her ears were deaf from rushing blood. Her-

Day 14 - Cornered/Nurse

Aletessa also featured me as Dr, Niella Collins in this story. I call the pictures, Cornered by a Nurse.

Story: Niella - Cornered Nurse

Niella leaned on her car a moment, deciding whether to get in. She'd been called to the city hospital to do a psych evaluation on a patient too physically sick to be moved; it hadn't been complicated, but it had taken a while, not to mention following a long shift caring for her own patients. Now she was exhausted to the point of seriously contemplating calling for a taxi rather than driving. If she did, she'd have to take another one back here tomorrow. She sighed and opened the door.

A weight slammed into her back, knocking her forward, trapping her in the the angle between door and frame. Before she could do more than register her shock, a hand was over her face, and one of her arms was trapped by her side; a sickly-sweet scent filled her nostrils. With her free hand she scrabbled for her attacker's wrist, trying to loosen his grip, but it was like trying to dislogue an iron bar; she clawed at him, hoping pain might work instead, but he was gloved. She pressed her hand on the doorframe, trying to shove them both backwards, but he was too heavy, and the chloroform was making her head spin.

She told herself to stop panicking. Chloroform took minutes to knock someone out; if she didn't burn through the air in her lungs first, surely long enough for someone to see her, even at this hour. But her initial struggles had already used up too much oxygen, and her mind was sinking. She didn't know how long she lasted, but there was no sound of alarm or rescue. The last thing she registered before everything went black was a glimpse of nurse's scrubs in the wing mirror.

Niella was in darkness when she woke; the space she was in was tiny, and jostled like it was moving... the trunk of a car... her car? Her arms were behind her, unmoving; bound... her ankles too... something was packed into her mouth... something else tied across her eyes. Whoever had taken her had been planning it; he'd known she'd be there, and and when she would leave. He'd been wearing scrubs; a nurse? But thinking was making her head pound; an after-effect of the chloroform.

The car stopped. Niella heard a faint beep and mechanical noises, then her prison rolled forward briefly before stopping again; driving into a garage, she thought. The car door opened, followed by another door close by, but it was a few minutes before Niella's attacker came for her. No light reached her eyes as the boot was opened, confirming that she was blindfolded. The man lifted her over his shoulder, carrying her around corners and up a flight of stairs. Something about the distances, and where the turns were, and familiar scents... she was in her own house. Her kidnapper had her purse; her house keys as well as car keys.

She knew they were in her bedroom before he dropped her onto the bed; it had been obvious what was coming from the moment he'd grabbed her, but the bed still threw her into a frenzy. She fought with her bonds, trying to free herself or at least dislodge the blindfold, muffled sounds of effort and anger escaping her gag; but she was too well tied, and her head hurt, and her struggles were exhausting her. As she subsided, his hands were on her; she felt metal and heard cloth tearing. Bit by bit he cut her clothing away.

Niella made a faint pleading noise through her gag, hoping he would at least say something; some acknowledgement of her as a person instead of a thing.

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time, bitch."

She didn't recognise the voice; she tried another plea.

He didn't answer again, just carried on cutting until she was naked.

The last thing he cut was the rope on her ankles. Blind and bound, Niella had no illusions about kicking her way free or even hurting him; she didn't bother to resist as he spread her legs apart. She could feel tears soaking into the blindfold.

The sound of a zip, a fumble of movement, and then the inevitable. His thrusts were rough, meant to bruise her. He was angry; this was personal to him somehow.

He was bracing himself on her breasts, his weight crushing her down onto her arms, squeezing her flesh with every movement.

She tried to keep quiet, to allow herself that much pride, but as the rape went on it became harder and harder.

It seemed like hours before he came. He waited in place while his load pumped into her, then pulled out, still using her breasts as support as he stood up.

Niella thought she'd held in any sounds of pain.

But then his hands were in her hair, yanking her upright, and she couldn't suppress a yelp. He hauled her to feet and dragged her away from the bed. Disoriented by the sudden movement, she couldn't work out where he was leading her; he hadn't just violated her body, but her sense for her own home. Her home had become a trap. Then he lifted her; a second later she was in her bathtub. Instantly her panic returned, fulled by images of drowning. But all the strength and size and leverage was his; he held her down easily until exhaustion reclaimed her.

A tap started running. Then his hands were on her crotch, rubbing soap into her; he washing her, getting rid of his DNA. Another thing of her own used against her. The soap was followed by the shower. It seemed to last as long as the rape itself before he was satisfied.

"Have a good night, bitch," he said, before his fist crashed into her jaw and everything went black.

When Niella awoke she was alone. Her bonds, gag, and blindfold were gone; her cut up clothing and bedclothes in the washing machine.

But for her bruises, no trace left of what he'd done to her.

Day 1 - Horror/Kidnap

As you can see, I'm not doing these in the order in which the challenges were issued or the stories were written. This picture features someone who has never appeared in my art until now. Please welcome Gaby. She was featured in Aletessa's story.

Day 19 - Public/Humiliation

This picture features Gaby once again. She was featured in Aletessa's short story.

Day 8 - Peril/Suspension

This picture features Wendy as she was featured in Aletessa's short story. This is Wendy Running Out of Time.

Day 2 - Mimic/Pumpkin

These are my first pictures featuring Karen the Summoner. They are illustrations for Aletessa's short story. Welcome to the pumpkin patch, Karen.

Day 20 - Sink/Buried

This is my first picture featuring Ally, and is an illustration for Aletessa's story.

Day 31 - Demon/Angel

This is Berseh as featured in Aletessa's story. I call the picture, Berseh Bedeviled. I used some tricks to show how Berseh perceives her situation in a dark room where she can't actually see what's going on.

Day 23 - Hunt/Cage

These pictures are of Yamo and Ed as featured in Aletessa's story. This is Yamo getting caged by Ed. This is the first time either of them have appeared in my art.

Day 15 - Water/Tentacles

This is Eulalia's first time appearing in my art. In this picture, she finds herself wrapped up in one of Aletessa's stories.

Day 13 - Paranormal

Here's one more picture featuring Gaby, which I call Gaby's Paranormal Encounter. This illustrates Aletessa's short story. Tentacles again, but ghostly.

Day 13 - Maid/Overkill

Here's my first picture featuring Sabine, which is an illustration for Aletessa's short story. She's the one in the maid's outfit on the right. The naked one is me, as Dr. Niella. I'm not named in the story, but decided to fit myself in as one of the unnamed characters. Aletessa said it was OK. 😁