Maedeth's Ruin

Happy Halloween, everybody! Sorry I missed Tuesday's caption, my computer problems have kept me offline all week. What I get for waiting most of a decade to buy a new computer.

Well, I had been planning on getting some special stuff done for Halloween, but my computer issues have prevented that, unfortunately.

So instead I'm going to post a short scene from a dark fantasy story I've been writing off and on the last few months, more or less since I posted my fantasy caption series last March. But instead of a captive princess, this time it's centered on an Elf who failed in her attempt to kill a local warlord, and is now being turned into the monster's personal pet elfling.

This doesn't have much in the way of plot, admittedly, and does end quite abruptly, since it's a work-in-progress. And it's a bit similar to some other stuff I've posted recently. But hopefully it's still a fun read, and vaguely fitting with Halloween. I'll try to get some more stuff up soon, computer willing.

- B-Rex

(Maedeth is Sindarin for 'Shapely Lass'. It felt appropriate.)

Anger Managed

Greetings, all!

I've finally decided to start the high tier on my Patreon, the EZ Pledge tier for $10. I still haven't thought up a fitting reward, but I'm going to start making some large collections of my captions in single big zip files available to download at this tier.

It's not much of a reward, given that the captions are already available here for free. But maybe the convenience is enough of a reward in itself. I've got at least 600 captions posted already, not counting the Prank War Saga, and that's a lot of posts to open to copy the captions manually.

I shall remain open to suggestions to other rewards, of course.

Anyway, on to today's caption, a bit of weird sci-fi mind alteration. I wrote this months ago, but had trouble finding a suitable picture with the right facial expression. But this worked perfectly.

Hope you all enjoy it. This sort of grew out of my brain damage idea I mentioned a few months ago, that seemed to turn people off, so I revamped the idea a lot from my original concept. I'll post some of that original idea on the Patreon/SubscribeStar pages.

And please let me know what you think of the new tier and the caption collection reward idea.

- B-Rex

Welcome Home

Greetings, everyone! I'm having some computer problems, actually am in the process of buying a new PC anyway, so it shouldn't be a huge problem. But this might have to be this week's caption. Kind of depends on Amazon and shipping times.

This is less a caption than an Age-Regression story idea, one that I've worked on several times now, though this is the first time I got actual scenes written out instead of plot outlines. But I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, I think it works for a caption.

Please let me know what you think about this premise for an Age-Play scenario; I've been in a bit of an ageplay kick lately and keep reworking on my old age-regression ideas.

And also, I'll try and get at least a short caption or two finished for the bdsmlr blog before my ancient CPU finally kicks the bucket. Thanks for your patience!

- B-Rex

This was not a good idea, Carol thought, as she licked her ex's gushing pussy.

"Oh fuck, I've needed this!" Alexia gasped, grinding her hips hard into Carol's soft tongue. She grasped the smaller woman's head, pushing her into her groin, and grunted as her sex suddenly spasmed across the woman's face.

Carol pulled away, sputtering for air, as pussy juice dripped from her face. "Dammit, Alex!"

"Sorry sweetie, but you know how much I like being rough," Alexia said, moaning and panting for air herself. "Seriously, you have no idea how much I've needed a little girl-on-girl. Ted's great and all, but gawd I missed this."

Carol wiped her face, scowling. She had never liked licking pussy, even back when she and Alexia had been an item. "Look, I... I think maybe this whole plan wasn't such a hot idea after all," she began, hesitantly.

Alexia wagged her finger.

"Oh no, no backing out now, young lady."

Carol felt her face grow red at the diminutive term. She hated having her small stature and youthful looks pointed out. She glared at her old lover.

But Alexia just ignored her. "Besides, it's too late; we've gone too far with this to stop now. What the hell am I supposed to tell Ted if you suddenly disappear, huh?"

Carol took a breath, calming herself and pushed on. "Look, Alex, I just... I just didn't realize how much things had changed... I mean, when I came here, I guess I thought we'd just go back to like how it used to be, and I didn't...."

"... And you didn't realize I was married," Alexia finished for her, cocking an eyebrow. "And you thought I'd just happily take you back, no questions, despite how you broke things off."

Carol blushed with embarrassment. But it was true. She had been desperate, otherwise she'd have never dreamed of showing up at Alexia's little suburban home. After she was fired, she'd failed to find another job. After four months, money wasn't just tight, it was gone, and her rent was three months past due. Alexia had been her last stop, after every other friend had slammed the door on her.

But she'd never expected her lesbian lover from college would be married. Or that her husband would be the one to answer the door!

"I mean, what did you think? Showing up at my door, begging me to take you back? You came within a cunt hair of ruining my marriage," Alexia continued, beginning to play with her pussy. "Ted's a very old-fashioned guy, he'd have never accepted that I was 'going through a phase' back in college."

She sighed. "Luckily for both of us, I'm quick on my feet." She flashed a predatory grin at Carol, teeth bared.

"But did you have to tell him I'm your kid!?!" Carol snapped, despite herself.

The past week had been a nightmare of humiliation. Always sensitive about her looks, it had been particularly hard on Carol, forced to pretend to be Alexia's long-lost child, put up for adoption.

"Hey, you didn't give me any warning, this was the best idea I could come up with on such short notice. And it worked, which is the important thing." Alexia moaned, fingers still working. "Thank God you were dressed in that adorable little dress, if you'd been in one of those ridiculous power suits and heels you used to wear...."

Carol narrowed her eyes, annoyed. "My landlord changed the locks, all of my clothes were in my apartment. That stupid outfit was supposed to be a Halloween costume, I never remembered to take it out of my car."

"Speaking of which, I sold your car yesterday," Alexia said, speeding up her finger work.

"What?! Alex--"

"And speaking of that, you need to stop calling me Alex," Alexia said, her words almost a moan now. "Ted thinks it's very disrespectful, young lady. From now on, I want you to call me Mommy."

Carol glared at her ex. "Like fuck I will! And what the hell did you do with my car?!"

"I sold it, one of the neighbor's sons is about to turn sixteen, and I got a fair price for it. More than enough to pay for your new wardrobe, sweety. Besides, you aren't old enough to drive anyway, remember?"

"I don't need a new wardrobe!" Carol growled. "At least, not those ridiculous clothes you bought!! They make me look like a little kid!!!"

Alexia moaned, eyes hooded. "You are a little kid, Carebear." She winked, gasping as her fingers drove her to the edge. "I took care of the paperwork this morning at the office, in fact."

Carol frowned at her old friend, as the woman moaned through her second orgasm of the night.

"What paperwork? Dammit Alexia, get your fingers out of your cunt and talk to me!"

"I work at City Hall, sweety," Alexia reminded her, a lazy grin crossing her face as the orgasm passed. "I had some papers filled out and put in the city records. As far as the government is concerned, you really are my child now. I had to find a social security number that would fit for your new Birth Certificate. Luckily, my access to government databases made it easy enough to switch some things around and make it all official."

Carol felt a cold chill run down her spine. This whole scheme was sounding worse by the minute. "Wait, you mean... You made a new identity for me? Why the fuck would you even do that?! Ted wasn't going to ask for a fucking ID!! He thinks I'm fifteen, for fuck's sake!!"

"Oh, actually, you're only thirteen now," Alexia said, sitting up, as thirty-year-old's eyes widened. "And as to why you needed new identification papers, well..."

She flashed her teeth in that predatory grin again.

"...The adoption agency rather insisted on it, honey. Welcome home."

Not-So Widow Anymore

As promised, a new Black Widow caption for you all. Hopefully this goes down as well as the previous one from last month.

And yes, despite the title, this is not a sequel to that earlier caption.

My apologies for the bad pun.

Sorry.

This is actually a picture from my Superheroine Caption Contest, finally used to make a caption of my own. I find I really like making these sort of caps, so maybe I'll make some more superheroine content in the near future. I've got a great picture for a Hulk and Black Widow cap, if I can think of a fun premise....

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this one, and as before, I've been posting some extra captions on the bdsmlr blog as well, one a bit of leftover text from my 'A Real Dumbass' caption a few months back. I posted some of the extra ideas on the Patreon when I posted the original cap, but this is some other ideas (which Arcadia Berger actually guessed at in the comments).

- B-Rex

Red Skirt

Happy Tuesday, everybody!

Today's cap is a bit shorter, a fun little idea I got during watching a particular episode of the old show 'Enterprise' about a decade ago, and never wrote down until now. My version is a lot more fun.

And since that one turned out a bit short, here's a second, also short, caption for you all.

I have also posted a few longer-form captions on the bdsmlr blog recently, with a more anal/butt oriented theme. If that's not your thing, no worries. I posted them there because I figured they were a bit outside of the norm here, since my other captions along those themes haven't been the most popular here.

Also, a few people mentioned wanting more Black Widow themed caps, since my 'A Widow Mistake' caption last month, so I finally finished my other BW idea. That cap will be up here on Thursday.

And again, just in case you missed it, I've posted a mind control short story on Humbled Harlots, and have also added a new WIP age-regression story on the Patreon/SubscribeStar pages for patrons.

Finally, a huge thank you to all the new patrons who have joined the Patreon page in the past few weeks, I never expected it to grow so fast. Thank you all very much! I'll try to keep up the pace with all my new captions, and actually finish a few new stories in the near future, at long last.

- B-Rex

Leaking Out

Sorry, meant to post this yesterday, but got tired and took a nap. And just woke up, lol.

Anyway, here's a little evil mind-controller caption for you all:

And I've been updating the bdsmlr page with short captions a lot this week as well, so be sure to check that out if you haven't already.

Hope you all are enjoying the more frequent captions lately.

- B-Rex

Bust One More Question....

Greetings, all!

I've been writing a lot the last several days, both captions and a new story. I've got several short captions completed for the bdsmlr page, and two longer captions finished for here.

As I said last week, I was planning to make a continuation of 'Stepmother Knows Best' but somehow ended up writing a transgender-themed age-regression caption, inspired by this picture:

 
However, my muse seemed to be running a bit hot, because four hours later, my short caption ended up at more than 3,500 words long, which is about half of one of my ebooks. It's not finished yet, either, though I have ideas for how to continue it.

I've decided to post what I've got thus far on the Patreon page, as some bonus content and to get some feedback. I'll try to have that up shortly.

But fear not, non-Patrons, for I've now posted my other Patreon story from August on the sister site.

Plus, there's still today's caption, which is a little silly but a fun idea:

This was a short cap that also ended up running a bit long, so I thought I'd post it here, as I have several more short caps ready for the bdsmlr page already. Nevertheless, I hope you find it fun.

- B-Rex

Walking A New Beat 2

Greetings all! Today's captions are a sequel to my 'Walking A New Beat' transgender series from last February. Naturally, that means these are also transgender-themed, so if that's not really your thing, consider yourself fair warned.

I'd recommend you re-read that earlier post, if you don't remember our 'story thus far'.

Hope you all enjoy these new captions, and are enjoying the increased productivity in general. I think the Patreon page has been the successful boost to my muse that I was looking for, as I've now made more posts this year than either of the last three, and the majority of posts have been since the Patreon was started. 

Speaking of productivity, I should have a few more shorts up soon on the BDSMlr page, and I have a couple more captions planned out for next week's posts.

Though I don't want to promise any particular themes just yet, I might go with another sequel to ChaperPWNed or Stepmother Knows Best. Or maybe something else entirely, whatever my mood happens to be.

- B-Rex

My version of Pacific Rim would be way more fun....

Hello all, today's caption is rather silly and I really should probably save it for my bdsmlr page, but I've already posted a longer caption there tonight and have a few more coming.

So hopefully you'll forgive me for posting it here instead.

*****

"But, why a sex doll?" General Higgins asked the engineer, as they entered the factory floor.

Above them, the half-completed robot hung, looking more like some nightmare from a Hieronymus Bosch painting than the weapon that would hopefully save mankind.

"I already told you, we needed a human-like robot to be sure the pilot could operate it. If we used some tank-track thing, the pilot would never have been able to achieve the sort of mobility and speed required to put up a useful fight."

Higgins sighed, as she finished. He really hated engineers. "I know all that -- but why use a fucking sex doll as the model, is my question?"

She shrugged.

"Oh... well, that's quite simple really. We didn't have time to design a new shell from scratch, making a life-like robot that moves like a human body takes years to develop and the timing circuits are a nightmare to figure out."

She gestured at the huge creation above them.

"So, rather than create something new, we grabbed a working robot model that already existed and just scaled it up to the required size. And it just so happens that sex dolls are the only efficient human-like designs that exist at present. Or, at least, the only one's we could use without a major redesign."

Higgins sighed, and hoped the giant robot would be worth the hassle in the end. The aliens were sending new monsters down from their landing base on the moon every few weeks now. The military was overwhelmed, and the last attack had flattened Chicago before they had finally killed the giant alien.

"Plus, besides not having the right degree of mobility, existing military robots also don't have much spare room inside. The robots are packed full with internal sensory equipment, but since sex dolls don't need radar and satellite phone hookups, we've got plenty of room for fuel reserves and battery packs. Not to mention all the handy storage slots for missile launch tubes."

So saying, a massive missile slid by above them on the factory's ceiling cranes, headed for its new magazine inside the giant robot. Higgins flinched as the rocket slid inside.

He didn't even want to think of what it would look like when it was fired.

"But the real bonus is the external tactile sensory grid in the sex doll's skin," she continued. "Once on board and installed into the doll's artificial nervous system, the pilot will have full sensational awareness, including hot and cold, pinpoint pressure; heck, the pilot could read braille if it was printed out at the right scale."

She smiled, proudly looking up at her work. "And best of all, there's plenty of room inside the doll's head to put the pilot's brain and accompanying life support system. You'd never get that with a military robot design. The pilot will have real-time feedback being that close to the robot's eye-cameras and auditory sensors."

The old general nodded. That at least made sense, of a sort. He sighed, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.

Taking a long draw, he closed the lighter and blew out a ring of smoke, as he gazed up at the massive mechanical savior of the human race.

"I just wish we'd found a female pilot for the thing. Captain Peters is going to get one of hell of a shock when he wakes up from that coma."

*****

And, a little super-short and super-silly bonus caption:

Captain Richard "Slick" Peters sighed as the fuel tankers finally drove away from his high-heeled feet. For the hundredth time, he wished the engineers hadn't decided his breasts were the ideal place to store his new napalm reserves.

Though, he did have to admit, the flamethrower nipples had come in handy during the last few fights, and they were a damn sight better than that idiot 'Jetbooster Asshole' idea that had been floated around by the engineers.

He'd nearly broken a titanium-reinforced leg just testing the supposed jump-boost feature.

But still, he'd have preferred his new fuel tanks had come with a decent bra, at least. His robotic-back was already killing him just standing still, and his six-story heels weren't helping a bit.

*****

Whelp, hope you all enjoyed today's silly little captions. I'm working on some more transgender-themed stuff, probably later in the week, either a sequel to my 'Walking A New Beat' captions or something else, which ever I finish first.

- B-Rex