15x50 Based on Oggbashan's

These fifteen 50-word stories are set in Oggbashan's wonderful "Caroline's Total" story world. To have any chance of understanding several of these, you really should read that story first. They were edited by the kind Bramblethorn.

The 15x50 - fifteen stories of 50 words - format is another of Oggbashan's creations, to fit the 750-word minimum post size at Literotica. So, if you're kind, you might consider this a pastiche redoubled.

This is an entry in the "Pastiches de Oggbashan" Story Event. God bless ya, Ogg.

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"A buzzing fly in the web, bumping into captives!"

"A scorpion with a vacuum tail, sucking people in and trapping them?"

"Silk worms that make silken rope for guests to use?"

"No! Make the ropes sticky! Set up a maze!"

"How do you keep people safe?"

Brainstorming Session 13-a -- FAILURE

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"AAaaaaaaaeeeeeeiiigh!"

"Hydra got another newb."

"Heh. Always a fun show. Cameras running?"

"Of course."

"More footage for the newsletter then."

"Love the expressions they get on their faces."

"Yeah, nothin' better until she squeezes an orgasm out."

"Gotta be a shocEEEAAIAIAAAAAGGGH!"

"Heh. Now THAT is gonna be good footaaaaaAAAAAAAHH CRAP!"

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Dreams of inflatable breasts, hot-air hard-ons, pneumatic thighs squeezing, trapping, lovingly holding the struggling lover. Unable to move save to shake as thrusting sex meets its pairing, to breathe aroused pheromones, to accept gags and plugs and whatever else the device intends.

Because once you're trapped, you'll not escape unmolested.

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"How does she manage to make silk air-proof?"

"Weren't the first balloons silk?"

"Montgolfiers, 1783, Paris. But they also used paper."

"So she's using something else too."

"Looks like."

"Some membrane or the like."

"Or a treatment?"

"Given the raw volume, I wonder if it's derived from cum?"

"Heh, ironic."

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I woke wrapped in silk, bound, dangling, blind. Scent teased the air, reminiscent of horny women wearing roses. Others wriggled next to me on the same thread. The body to my left disappeared. There were scary tearing noises. Then four hands grabbed me and plucked me loose like a grape.

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"Jerry, remember the rough drunk?"

"Yeah?"

"He went to the head."

"So?"

"The Spider Lady grabbed him. Shook him up. What do heavy drunks do when they get shaken up?"

"Oh, no."

"All over the special floor. Which he then got stuck to."

"Glad we get those waivers signed first."

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Lounging at the bar is unique here in Jerry's Paradise. No one hugs the bar, everyone's facing out -- no one wants to be the unexpected guest of the Hydra. It makes conversation harder, which just means bar food's ignored -- people sink more drinks instead.

That Jerry is one smart feller.

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Mother's arms cuddle me close, incestuous love at its best. My tail free, the rest hugged tight, squeezed almost flat from her mighty thighs, giant bosom. She's the best, and the only one who's had me. I tried, I couldn't take her in...

"HEY! Who put the Hydra in Mom?"

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Sealing the seam as I go, keeping the control tube smoothly centered in the welt -- not easy. She's always been a nightmare of a client, perfectionist doesn't even come close. But the pieces she makes are uniquely complicated, very special. Now, another meter sealed.... Only thirty more meters to go.

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She's so slick, so warm, so plump, so firmly packed, I can't tell the difference from a living lover here in the dark. She (it?) fed me a plump nipple, rubbery and lovely. Lip-nibbling on it gently, I feel the sex on mine twitch in reaction. So realistic! So impressive!

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"Spider Lady just sprang a leak, boss."

"What? How could that happen?"

"Well, remember that punk chick that came through here earlier?"

"Yeah, she was a hot little thing, wasn't she?"

"Yep. She also wore a spiked collar and razorblades on her boots."

"Oh, crap. Call Caroline, please."

"Already ringing."

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The TV spouted, "And we're Live! At Jerry's Private Pervert Paradise!"

"I hate that name."

"Then go ahead and change it, Jerry."

"If I do, I have to redo all - ALL! - the advertising. Costs a lot."

"How much do you hate it?"

"Let's see how much it'll cost..."

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"We need silent, hi-speed, accurate hi-pressure pumps."

"Doesn't exist."

"Then -- MAKE them."

"How?"

"What do I know -- Do it!"

-Later-

"Here ya go, boss. Silent, high speed, high pressure."

"That's huge! Make it smaller!"

"*SIGH*"

-Later-

"Good 'nuff, boss?"

"Perfect! How much do they cost to make?"

"75 grand."

"Ouch."

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"Where'd my fiancée go?"

"Limos are still outside, no one's left sir."

"She went to the can -- can you check, please?"

"She... went to the can? Did you read the release you signed, sir?"

"No, why?"

"Hrm. Tell you what. Each bathroom exits into the same area -- check there sir."

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Why does being trapped by air pressure turn me on so much? Her creations drive me mad with pleasure each and every time, even if it's just watching another's ravishment. It's so bad I get a hard on when I fill the tires on the car. My perversions have adapted!