Witchy Patty - Complete!

Sorry to be so long in posting, but working on this pic just kept me laughing too hard...

I got off early on a Friday, so I went to the county library to get a book for the weekend, and while I was there I thought that I might check in with Patty Van Dyke to see what they were planning for that week's "Slut Night" (or as I like to think of it, "Librarians Gone Wild!").  The front desk librarian told me Patty was getting things ready for the evening in one of the lower conference rooms and that I could find her there.  I went downstairs, and when I was just outside the conference room door, I could hear moaning and a rhythmic slapping sound.  I opened the door, and there I found Patty in a somewhat familiar circumstance.  Normally inanimate objects had become perilously animated, and Patty was being stripped, bound, beaten, and...well, I just couldn't help myself.

"Patty, I don't think that's how you're supposed to ride that thing."

"RAOULSTER!!" Patty furiously exclaimed, but then, realizing she needed my help, her voice softened, "would you PLEASE help me?"

Apparently, she'd found some old books on witchcraft, and one had a spell that she wished to cast upon her fellow librarians for the evening--one that would let them experience their uninhibited sides.  The only problem was that Patty had cast the spell inwardly, and, while not meaning to, the scene revealed to me that many of the things she experiences here in Cracker County are not entirely unwanted!

The book was open on the room's table, and I tried to find in its ancient script the part that ends the spell.  "Please hurry, Raoulster..oooh!...Please!  I don't have much dress left--when those scissors finish with that, they'll start cutting my hair next!"  I found a promising phrase, spoke it, and the scissors fell lifelessly to the floor.  Still, the strap continued to blister Patty's exposed bottom, so I searched for the phrase that would stop that.  After erronously speaking one that intensified her beating, I finally found the right phrase, and the strap fell harmlessly to the floor.  However, Patty continued her "ride" on her broom, and the phrase to stop that was much harder to say--so hard, that each of my failures launched Patty into more and more acrobatic "flying manoevers".

"Oooo!  Raoulster! Pleeeease!!"  I was trying to keep my snickering to myself as Patty's distress became more and more pointed, but finally, I managed to utter the right phrase, the broom extracted itself from Patty, and, like the scissors and the strap, it too fell harmlessly to the floor.  I started to look for the phrasing that would untie Patty, but she asked me not to.  "I think the girls and I might enjoy this.  It's quite a good tie, and if the girls use their imagination, I'll enjoy it too!!"  I picked up the scissors and broom, but Patty asked me to leave the strap since she does appreciate discipline from the right hand.  Her evening plans now set, I took leave of her, and a last glance saw her squirming contentedly in her bondage.

The scissors I took back to the front desk, but I left the broom next to the conference room door...with a note suggesting a "flight plan" for it and Patty.

As I remember it...

...this is how it looked:

Now, obviously, I didn't draw this.  It was an ad in a magazine I peeked at a long time ago for a scandalous John Willie book, and I always wondered if he had been to Cracker County.  This scene is eerily played out often during the public corporal punishments meted out on Gomorrah Square by our county's Matrons of the Whip, so I thought that might have been his inspiration.

When I finally acquired this book, however, (The Adventures of Sweet Gwendoline), I discovered that the above ladies were in two different pictures.  But now (ha, ha!) I have photoshop, and I have set things right!

Rough No More--and a Story!

At last!  I finished this pic of Jessica, the dynamite slut, and I wrote a story.  I put it in my pages section.

Progress on Works In Progress

At last I've made some artistic progress and submitted some deviations over at dA (http://raoulster.deviantart.com). However, the below little before-and-after pic shows kinda what I'm up against.

That is, since I started using Photoshop to color my sketches, my original sketches are getting...well, sketchier. Nonetheless, I find it impossible to start a picture on the computer, so I'm still sketching them to start. It's just that I keep in mind all the corrections I can make in PS while I'm sketching, so I'm detailing less and less.

Right now, I'm trying to work on multiple pics to see if that can boost my work rate. I think when I focus on one pic I can get frustrated, and I have to get away, but each pic has different things to overcome, so switching problems could also be refreshing...in a way. With that in mind, I am now working on the dynamite slut picture below along with a couple of others.

First, a scene from the library. Patty Van Dyke is being disciplined by her supervisor, the head librarian, Ms Barbara Connell. Patty has committed multiple dress-code violations (no bra, no panties), and I suspect they're just a ploy to get Ms Connell's attention. Despite the fact that Patty has already had her sweater and skirt ruined by her bitchy boss' scissors, and that they will soon go to work on her long blond tresses, there is a lot for Patty to enjoy in these encounters. First, Ms Connell, for some reason, believes that appropriate attire for administering discipline involves stockings, garter belt, and high heels--and nothing else! Then, her punishment horse has an appendage that, as it is raised into the naughty librarian, promises Patty more than just penetration with an electrical connection that suggests something pulsating, vibrating, and shocking! When Patty coyly asks Ms Connell if the insertion of the probe suggests that the two of them are engaged, she is infuriated to the point of deciding that Patty needs twice the number of forced orgasms she had originally intended.

Next is a scene from the animal husbandry laboratory of Dr Betsy Mountwell. While Patty Van Dyke does work in the lab part time as a research assistant, she is fortunate in that Betsy feels an overwhelming, if unexpressed, desire for the busty librarian. Betsy's other research assistants aren't quite as lucky.

Betsy has some unique ideas about animal husbandry, to say the least, and that, combined with her preference to become personally involved in every research project she administers, mean that some very bizarre things happen in her lab. Both Betsy and her assistant are nearly full-term with her current project, but Betsy needs some vital information and only an autopsy on her unfortunate assistant can provide the conniving bitch the answers about what is growing inside her. While who or what fathered these two pregnancies Betsy will keep a closely guarded secret (but it was definitely not artificial insemination), the dramatic hanging that she is about to execute will be recorded, and connoisseurs of such entertainment will help Betsy continue to fund her lab.

In fact, Betsy's recent experience in the noose gave her the insight that her assistant would linger quite some time before expiring, giving the maniacal professor that much more valuable material.

Rough Stuff--Jessica!

I am photoshopping another picture, but I'm also doing some sketching as well, and here's a recent one I just scanned.

This is Jessica, the dynamite slut. Once again, she finds herself bound, booted, bare-breasted, and about to come to the end of her fuse. "Mmmphhhh!" is about all she can say through her gag, and it's hard to figure out if it's a cry of fear because of the dynamite between her legs, or if it's a cry of delight arising from whatever that wire from the battery pack strapped to her thigh leads to.

Hopefully, she makes it through because I do like to sketch Jessica, but...