Leather Thumb And Finger Guards Novels & Stories

I groaned and winced a little as I felt pain shoot up from my leg but I pushed it down. I immediately stood up as the second guard rushed towards me, about stabbing me with his sword. I threw the dagger that I was holding into the air and held the guards blade with my palms before it could reach me. My hand hissed as the silver blade made contact with my skin and I growled out loud. I could hear my skin sizzle and hiss as smoke rose from my palm.

"Something... something hit my..." THUD. The sound of a body slumping lifelessly against the steering wheel echoed through the partition. "Fassy! Hey!" the first guard yelled, reaching for the small sliding window. THWIP! THWIP! "Ow!" the guard on my right cried out, grabbing his own throat. "What the hell—" "It's darts!" the second guard screamed, drawing his sword out. "Tranquilizer darts! Get your shields up—" THWIP!

He smiled at me and chuckled at my statement, he placed his hand in mine, and I melted at the touch. "Alright, tomorrow morning, we will both have picked a companion for each other to take with them, deal?" I nodded my head and smiled, that would work for me, and I knew exactly who I was choosing, if I couldn't have Clarke, then Lewis could. "Oh, also. We've had some armor made for you both of you, out of bulletproof fiber, which also blocks wolf bites, and claws… you’ve also got a pair of steel capped boots for safety, I guess I just think now would be the perfect time to use it, wouldn't you agree, break them in before the main battle.” I nodded my head, and smiled at the thought of finall

A thick leather collar circled my throat,it was coupled with a little blinking red light : I knew meant GPS and shock capability. My boots, leathers, knives, even the little silver hoop in my left nipple: everything was gone. These fucking bastards I tested the chains. They were solid. Immediately a plan formed : I could dislocate a thumb and slip one cuff if I had time. But damn ,I also had to consider the speed of the truck. And the fact that they were two armed guards up front. Like he could read my mind. One of them glanced back. His eyes firstly crawled over my tits and pussy l like I was already merchandise.

We made quick work of distributing them before the excess was returned to its station “Okay so those are spelled gloves. To fit any hand size but the moment you fix your hands into them, they become yours and would only ever fit you. Put them on” Whiles they fixed them on, I grabbed their assemble which made up of black stylish leatherin from the sleeveless tops and skinny jeans to the jackets and heeled boots. I passed them around and was moving to get their weapons now when a question was asked “What if they don’t fit” Nadia asked “They will. They are spelled just like the gloves. Oh and it is bulletproof, fireproof, cut proof, heatproof and so many proof’s.” Kiara answered Excited squeals

The world around her went completely silent for a split second, as only the noise of the card swiping out of the guard's hands filled Gretel's ears. It was a loud, clear, and sharp sound and she recognised it instantly. The material of the guard's gloves made a small and definitive whooshing noise, but the sound that proceeded it was something that she had heard over and over again hundreds of times back in her lab at Gryaz: the almost tinny sound of fabric being unwillingly pulled against metal. There was metal underneath the gloves of the guards, probably, most likely for their protection and part of standard uniform, but that only begged the question of how much of that defence were they

"This one for advanced players who crave the edge." He moved down the line, explaining each tool with a care that made me realize this wasn't just about sex or power for him. This was his craft, his passion, something he'd studied and perfected. "The cuffs," he said, touching a pair of padded leather restraints, "can hold you without cutting circulation, designed to keep you safe even when you're struggling." His fingers moved to a set of clamps. "These adjust from gentle pressure to intense, depending on what the body needs."

‘Well,’ Gabriel said slowly, ‘we were going to give this to you for your birthday, but we also thought you might need it now…’ Theo whipped off the white sheet to show a model bodice figure holding and showing off the most beautiful fighting leathers I had ever seen. A black high-neck vest top with soft and breathable cotton, padded with a deep brown corset-style leather overlay to protect the torso with a low V-cut neckline to allow swift movement with no restriction, lined and netted with lace to ensure it would fit perfectly like a second skin; leather trousers matching the leather overlay, it looked like a unique fabric but leather-like. On the floor beside the model bodice were black le

I had to remind myself not to use too much, otherwise, it could also affect me despite the cloths covering my nose and mouth. Normally, I would use poleyn for my knees, but it would weigh me down more since stealth and speed are needed more than a defense. This is a raid, and equipments for combats will have no use. So, I left my bottoms with leather fitted pants suitable for quick and hefty movements. I wore boots that I had purchased long from Air, weary but still sturdy. I hear their raucous shouts as I lunge for them. I grabbed a throwing knife from the straps and with such preciseness, I hit their critical parts. Two of the guards fell with a thud with their blood spilled on the ground.

The rattling of chains as one of the guards hooked them to his armor again. One. Two. "What the-" A loud crunch sounded and I whirled around just in time to see Axlan socking the next guard. The other one had a bleeding nose but felt for his sword on his back. It was no longer there. Instead, it was in Axlan's hands. He swung down on the guard to my right. Which was blocked with a plated armguard. The guard tried to attack but left an opening so minuscule that I never imagined someone would be able to get close.