Leather Thumb And Finger Guards Novels & Stories

He opened it. He pulled out a pair of gloves. They weren't the cheap gardening gloves the production provided. They were black, sleek, made of a material that looked like Kevlar mixed with spider silk. "What are those?" Elion asked. "Grip," Cale said. "Traction. If the metal is wet... if the rust flakes... I need to hold on." He pulled the gloves on. He flexed his fingers. The material didn't wrinkle. It looked like a second skin.

With a single, precise movement, she fused the final contact point on the wrist-guard. The moonstone filaments instantly flared with a brilliant, blinding blue light. The bio-sensors hummed, a high-frequency vibration echoing through the metal of the workbench. "Put them on," Agnes whispered. Rhys slid his hand into the custom-molded glove, pulling the heavy carbon-fiber wraps up his forearm. The interlocking plates clicked into place with a series of heavy, pressurized snaps, adjusting automatically to the massive contours of his muscles. The raw moonstone filaments pulsing along his tendons began to glow, casting a cool, ethereal light across the tribal tattoos on his shoulder.

Just skin and the lingering red marks on my wrists from his belt downstairs. Alex looks at me with a reverence that makes my knees weak. "Perfect." He turns to a sleek black cabinet and pulls out a pair of cuffs. They aren't metal. They’re soft, supple leather, lined with something metallic. "These are custom," he murmurs, snapping one onto my left wrist. "Biometric sensors inside. They track your pulse, your skin conductance, your struggle." He leads me to the massive bed in the center of the room. The headboard is industrial steel. He clicks the cuffs onto the frame, stretching my arms above my head.

They sat down on a wooden bench to put on their protective clothes. "Hey, can you help me with these shin guards?" Chloe asked, holding up a leather strap. "The buckle is stuck." "Sure, let me see," Serena said. She took the strap and pulled it tight until it clicked. "Is that too tight?" "No, that is perfect," Chloe said. Then she reached over to help Serena with her gear. "Let me help you with your arm pads. These velcro straps are always tricky to pull with one hand." "Thanks," Serena said, holding her arm out. "Make sure it doesn't slide around when I move my elbows."

The manacles were heavy, made of metal but had a leather casing on the insides to prevent my worm from chafing. A thick brown leather interspersed with iron made a crisscross pattern from his shins to his torso and around his armpits to finally end at his neck. Not only that, but I had used a bright green linen to make a harness around him. While I loved shibari, and I had a lot of fun torturing wormy while I bound him, the harness I wove around him was for a particular purpose.

When Lydia was twisting underneath Galen, her pussy wet and aching, he sat up and reached over to the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a couple of terrycloth athletic wrist bands. "These are the real thing, not fur-lined plastic or anything. You still interested?" She had to swallow twice and squeeze her thighs together before she could speak. "Hell yeah!" "That's my girl. I thought these would protect your skin." He peeled her fingers off the headboard and slipped one of the wristbands over her hands. "I don't want to hurt you."

Lu screamed, her mouth falling open, and she looked from the wounds I’d given her to Lea, whose only response was baring her teeth at her as she prepared to launch another series of attacks. I could feel the tension heighten in the atmosphere around us, and a quick glance at my side showed Hector standing with his arms still folded, taking in everything with a bland expression on his face. A scream from Lu immediately commanded my attention, and I turned sharply to find that she was shifting in front of me. Her gear was made of some synthetic leather material that disappeared when she shifted, and if looks could kill I would’ve been dead. “You bitch,” she said in a rage-filled cry.

He did not care about Gene Points anymore as he was now a Grade SSS gene martial artist. What on earth were Supreme Combat Gloves? Lucas checked the Supreme Combat Gloves’ attributes. Supreme Combat Gloves: A zombie-exclusive weapon. Upon being equipped, the strength of the wearer will be doubled. It was something that had been custom-made for Biggy, was it not? He put the Supreme Combat Gloves on for Biggy. The gloves were silver in color, and they looked extremely majestic. Additionally there were several sharp and cold blades attached to them.

He looked really fucking giddy as he put his phone away. ‘Byron said that Luna Elle and Alpha Kade would want to see the video because she’s the master interrogator at Nightshade,’ Moira explained. Alpha Thompson grabbed some handcuffs from his pocket. They were actually the kind that our pack patented. They were lined on the inside with silver and reinforced triple what typical silver handcuffs were. That way anyone transporting the prisoners would not get hurt by touching the cuffs. Those cuffs were actually Theo’s design. ‘It’s nice to see the cuffs you designed being used by the famed Council,’ I told him.

Instead, he lunged forward, intentionally narrowing the distance so my arm couldn't get the proper leverage for a fatal strike. His massive, gloved left hand clutched my right wrist like a steel bear trap, halting the glass mere millimeters from his skin. The point of the shard lightly grazed his throat, leaving a thin, bead of crimson that began to trickle down his collar. "Boss!" the scarred guard roared, a chorus of heavy pistols instantly cocking in the dark room. Three red laser sights snapped directly onto my forehead and chest. "Hold your fire!" Lorenzo barked, his voice a low, vibrating growl that rattled my teeth.