Shelacta Tales 17 Bagged
Copyright Oggbashan July 2020
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.
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Judy had a problem. Although it was two years after her 18th birthday, she hadn't trapped enough men to make her fertile.
Her parents had paid for the first man. The other two had been ex-university friends who had offered themselves to help Judy. But she needed two more and one had to be trapped so hard that he would die in her trap.
Judy's real problem was that she had two sexual traps but both were weak and needed time to have an effect. She had a clothing trap and a scent trap but either required the man to experience it for at least thirty seconds. Judy was a petite woman and couldn't physically hold on to a struggling man for that length of time. If she could use the two traps together, as she had done with her university friends, wrapping them in her nightdress, that she had aroused herself when wearing, the time required was twenty seconds. That was still impossibly long to trap an unwilling man.
She had sought help at the Temple. All they could offer was a perfume based on female phemerones that would enhance her scent trap. That reduced the time for her scent trap to take effect from thirty seconds to twenty-five or if combined with her clothing trap fifteen seconds. Although that was an improvement, fifteen seconds was far too long.
Any possible man that Judy might be able to trap could get away from her long before fifteen seconds and for all that time she had to have him in contact with some of her clothing. She had tried hooding a man with a scarf or petticoat. Every time he had been able to take that off long before fifteen seconds had expired. She had tried larger items of clothing such as a maxi skirt or dress with the same lack of success. She just couldn't hold him inside it for long enough. Even when she asked for help from her sister, the two of them were so small that every man escaped from them in time.
The longest Judy had been able to manage was eight seconds when she had used a voluminous Victorian style nightdress. That length of time had only been possible because the man was entangled inside it and took a few seconds to struggle free of the yards of material.
If only it had taken longer. But making a larger nightdress wouldn't work. It had been hard enough for Judy to pull the nightdress over him. A larger one? She wouldn't be able to manage that mass of material.
One evening Judy was sitting at her sewing machine making shoe bags for her sister's children. Making the bags was easy. With the attachments on her sewing machine she could embroider the children's names. After they were finished she held one up in her hands to see that the name was straight. As she spread the bag out flat she suddenly thought. If she could make a larger bag, and trap a man inside that bag, maybe, perhaps, it might take him more than fifteen seconds to get out of it.
The next day she went to the fabric shop and bought yards of heavy lingerie material, the sort used to make a nightdress or full length petticoat to go under and give shape to a lightweight dress. The material felt silky or perhaps satin-like because it was heavy. No one should be able to tear it.
Judy's first bag was a mistake. To make her clothing AND scent traps effective she had to have worn the item of clothing before she used it as a trap. She made the bag to fit herself. It was not wide enough to go over a man's head and down his body unless he was standing absolutely still. Judy didn't think she could guarantee that. In bed her feet were touching the end of the bag and the open end just came up to her shoulders. That was great for arousing herself but useless to trap a man.
She made the next one enormous. It was nine feet long and five feet in circumference. The closed end was a smaller hood. But Judy found it difficult to manage. She had a dressmaker's dummy. Even on a dummy she couldn't flip it over fast enough. She couldn't hold the open end wide enough. She had thought about closing the open end with a drawstring. That worked with a slip knot or a spring loaded toggle but the toggle might be easy for a man to release. Would he have enough time before fifteen seconds were up? She was afraid that he might have long enough with the toggle. But if she couldn't get it over his head, the fastening was pointless.
It took her two weeks and some experiments before she found what she thought might work. Inside the open end she fitted a plastic hoop as used in hooped petticoats. If she flipped that over the dummy's head the bag went a long way down easily. But the hoop would also make it easy to get off again. Eventually she arranged for the hoop to be lightly tacked to the open end. If she held the hoop through the material she could pull it down. A further yank at the end and the hoop detached. The hoop would probably fall to the ground and have no effect on trapping the man inside the bag. She added some elastic at the level of the hoop. Once the hoop was gone, the elastic contracted. The elastic on its own wouldn't be enough to stop someone lifting the bag off, but it would give Judy time to fasten the draw cord and might impede anyone trying to get at the toggle.
Judy decided to not use a toggle and just have a slip knot. Once she had pulled on that, a few turns into a knot and anyone's hand trying to reach through the thick material wouldn't be able to undo the knot.
Judy was still worried. With the hoop the bag was large and couldn't be easily concealed. If she trapped a protected man she would know because he would still be struggling after fifteen seconds. She would have time to get away but would have lost the bag.
Before she decided to try to use it she made two more identical bags. She slept inside one. The elastic was above her head.
Because she was so small she could extricate herself easily. In that bag she imagined trapping a man and watching as he succumbed to her traps. That aroused her as her fingers inserted in her sex.
The next morning she put the bag in a very large carrier bag and went hunting. She was in luck after fifteen minutes. A young man was looking at his mobile phone, apparently oblivious to his surroundings. She walked up behind him quietly, on tip toe so her heels wouldn't make a noise. She took the bag out of the carrier which she let drop. She flipped the hoop over his head. She pulled down hard and the hoop detached at his ankles. She fell to her knees ignoring the damage to her stockings and pulled at the slip knot. He tottered as his ankles were lashed together. Judy tied the knot hard before getting up and watching his futile struggles. She had to hold him up as he threatened to fall over. His hands and arms were punching at the inside of the bag but were making no impression.
Judy silently counted - too fast. By the time she had counted fifteen he was still fighting the bag. She reached eighteen before he went rigid and Judy knew he had succumbed to her traps.
She gently lowered him to the ground, picked up the large carrier bag and walked away. Now she had four. She only needed one more but that one had to die in her trap.
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That night she slept in the second of her large bags. She was already aroused by the thought of the young man experiencing her trap while enveloped in a satin bag. She assumed some passer-by would eventually release him but while he was in that bag he was still experiencing complete surrender to Judy. That felt great to her and made her arousal even stronger. This bag would be far more scented by Judy than the previous one.
Over the next week she prowled the streets for an hour or so each day. She saw several men who might be suitable as slaves once she was fertile but each was young and she didn't want to kill a young man who should have many years ahead of him.
After ten days she decided to seek advice from the Temple. They understood her dilemma but offered a way out. There was a hospice for terminally ill people. A priestess rang the hospice and asked whether there was a man who was in pain and wanted to die. There were several and if Judy went, she could choose one or several.
Judy decided that since the men wanted to die, she could use her original small bag. It only had to cover the man's head and shoulders and because he would be willing, she wouldn't have to take him unawares. She made an appointment for tomorrow morning and slept that night in her small bag.
At the hospice they took her to see Albert. He was already dying and had outlived all his family, including his wife who had protected him for decades with her breast milk. Judy talked to Albert for about half an hour. When she arrived his face had been grey and he was in obvious pain. But as they talked his face brightened. Judy asked if he really wanted to die because he now seemed so happy.
"Judy," Albert said, "I'm only happy because you are bringing me an end of pain. I will die in bliss during surrender to your trap, experiencing sexual release I haven't had since my wife died. Could you do it now, please?"
Judy took out the small bag. She had to help Albert to sit up before she eased the bag over his head and yanked it down to his waist. He lowered him to the bed. This time she didn't count. She saw Albert go into spasm. She fingered herself as Albert shuddered in the throes of her trap. Suddenly she felt herself change. Albert had died and she was fertile.
Before she left the hospice she had trapped two more grateful dying men.
Over the next two weeks she had to make some more bags to trap young men as her slaves. Despite the weakness and time taken for her traps to work within a month she had ten slaves before she decided that was enough. Each of her slaves wanted to experience being confined in one of her satin bags at least once a week. As willing slaves she didn't need to sleep in a bag more often than once a month. Their willing surrender could be either to her clothing or to the fading scent on the bag. It no longer mattered whether the trap was activated at fifteen seconds, or twenty or a minute. They wanted to surrender to Judy, however long it took.
Judy was happy. So were her slaves.
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Appendix
Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.
Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.
If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman.
A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.
Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.
A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.
A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.
Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.
The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.
Copyright Oggbashan July 2020
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.
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Judy had a problem. Although it was two years after her 18th birthday, she hadn't trapped enough men to make her fertile.
Her parents had paid for the first man. The other two had been ex-university friends who had offered themselves to help Judy. But she needed two more and one had to be trapped so hard that he would die in her trap.
Judy's real problem was that she had two sexual traps but both were weak and needed time to have an effect. She had a clothing trap and a scent trap but either required the man to experience it for at least thirty seconds. Judy was a petite woman and couldn't physically hold on to a struggling man for that length of time. If she could use the two traps together, as she had done with her university friends, wrapping them in her nightdress, that she had aroused herself when wearing, the time required was twenty seconds. That was still impossibly long to trap an unwilling man.
She had sought help at the Temple. All they could offer was a perfume based on female phemerones that would enhance her scent trap. That reduced the time for her scent trap to take effect from thirty seconds to twenty-five or if combined with her clothing trap fifteen seconds. Although that was an improvement, fifteen seconds was far too long.
Any possible man that Judy might be able to trap could get away from her long before fifteen seconds and for all that time she had to have him in contact with some of her clothing. She had tried hooding a man with a scarf or petticoat. Every time he had been able to take that off long before fifteen seconds had expired. She had tried larger items of clothing such as a maxi skirt or dress with the same lack of success. She just couldn't hold him inside it for long enough. Even when she asked for help from her sister, the two of them were so small that every man escaped from them in time.
The longest Judy had been able to manage was eight seconds when she had used a voluminous Victorian style nightdress. That length of time had only been possible because the man was entangled inside it and took a few seconds to struggle free of the yards of material.
If only it had taken longer. But making a larger nightdress wouldn't work. It had been hard enough for Judy to pull the nightdress over him. A larger one? She wouldn't be able to manage that mass of material.
One evening Judy was sitting at her sewing machine making shoe bags for her sister's children. Making the bags was easy. With the attachments on her sewing machine she could embroider the children's names. After they were finished she held one up in her hands to see that the name was straight. As she spread the bag out flat she suddenly thought. If she could make a larger bag, and trap a man inside that bag, maybe, perhaps, it might take him more than fifteen seconds to get out of it.
The next day she went to the fabric shop and bought yards of heavy lingerie material, the sort used to make a nightdress or full length petticoat to go under and give shape to a lightweight dress. The material felt silky or perhaps satin-like because it was heavy. No one should be able to tear it.
Judy's first bag was a mistake. To make her clothing AND scent traps effective she had to have worn the item of clothing before she used it as a trap. She made the bag to fit herself. It was not wide enough to go over a man's head and down his body unless he was standing absolutely still. Judy didn't think she could guarantee that. In bed her feet were touching the end of the bag and the open end just came up to her shoulders. That was great for arousing herself but useless to trap a man.
She made the next one enormous. It was nine feet long and five feet in circumference. The closed end was a smaller hood. But Judy found it difficult to manage. She had a dressmaker's dummy. Even on a dummy she couldn't flip it over fast enough. She couldn't hold the open end wide enough. She had thought about closing the open end with a drawstring. That worked with a slip knot or a spring loaded toggle but the toggle might be easy for a man to release. Would he have enough time before fifteen seconds were up? She was afraid that he might have long enough with the toggle. But if she couldn't get it over his head, the fastening was pointless.
It took her two weeks and some experiments before she found what she thought might work. Inside the open end she fitted a plastic hoop as used in hooped petticoats. If she flipped that over the dummy's head the bag went a long way down easily. But the hoop would also make it easy to get off again. Eventually she arranged for the hoop to be lightly tacked to the open end. If she held the hoop through the material she could pull it down. A further yank at the end and the hoop detached. The hoop would probably fall to the ground and have no effect on trapping the man inside the bag. She added some elastic at the level of the hoop. Once the hoop was gone, the elastic contracted. The elastic on its own wouldn't be enough to stop someone lifting the bag off, but it would give Judy time to fasten the draw cord and might impede anyone trying to get at the toggle.
Judy decided to not use a toggle and just have a slip knot. Once she had pulled on that, a few turns into a knot and anyone's hand trying to reach through the thick material wouldn't be able to undo the knot.
Judy was still worried. With the hoop the bag was large and couldn't be easily concealed. If she trapped a protected man she would know because he would still be struggling after fifteen seconds. She would have time to get away but would have lost the bag.
Before she decided to try to use it she made two more identical bags. She slept inside one. The elastic was above her head.
Because she was so small she could extricate herself easily. In that bag she imagined trapping a man and watching as he succumbed to her traps. That aroused her as her fingers inserted in her sex.
The next morning she put the bag in a very large carrier bag and went hunting. She was in luck after fifteen minutes. A young man was looking at his mobile phone, apparently oblivious to his surroundings. She walked up behind him quietly, on tip toe so her heels wouldn't make a noise. She took the bag out of the carrier which she let drop. She flipped the hoop over his head. She pulled down hard and the hoop detached at his ankles. She fell to her knees ignoring the damage to her stockings and pulled at the slip knot. He tottered as his ankles were lashed together. Judy tied the knot hard before getting up and watching his futile struggles. She had to hold him up as he threatened to fall over. His hands and arms were punching at the inside of the bag but were making no impression.
Judy silently counted - too fast. By the time she had counted fifteen he was still fighting the bag. She reached eighteen before he went rigid and Judy knew he had succumbed to her traps.
She gently lowered him to the ground, picked up the large carrier bag and walked away. Now she had four. She only needed one more but that one had to die in her trap.
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That night she slept in the second of her large bags. She was already aroused by the thought of the young man experiencing her trap while enveloped in a satin bag. She assumed some passer-by would eventually release him but while he was in that bag he was still experiencing complete surrender to Judy. That felt great to her and made her arousal even stronger. This bag would be far more scented by Judy than the previous one.
Over the next week she prowled the streets for an hour or so each day. She saw several men who might be suitable as slaves once she was fertile but each was young and she didn't want to kill a young man who should have many years ahead of him.
After ten days she decided to seek advice from the Temple. They understood her dilemma but offered a way out. There was a hospice for terminally ill people. A priestess rang the hospice and asked whether there was a man who was in pain and wanted to die. There were several and if Judy went, she could choose one or several.
Judy decided that since the men wanted to die, she could use her original small bag. It only had to cover the man's head and shoulders and because he would be willing, she wouldn't have to take him unawares. She made an appointment for tomorrow morning and slept that night in her small bag.
At the hospice they took her to see Albert. He was already dying and had outlived all his family, including his wife who had protected him for decades with her breast milk. Judy talked to Albert for about half an hour. When she arrived his face had been grey and he was in obvious pain. But as they talked his face brightened. Judy asked if he really wanted to die because he now seemed so happy.
"Judy," Albert said, "I'm only happy because you are bringing me an end of pain. I will die in bliss during surrender to your trap, experiencing sexual release I haven't had since my wife died. Could you do it now, please?"
Judy took out the small bag. She had to help Albert to sit up before she eased the bag over his head and yanked it down to his waist. He lowered him to the bed. This time she didn't count. She saw Albert go into spasm. She fingered herself as Albert shuddered in the throes of her trap. Suddenly she felt herself change. Albert had died and she was fertile.
Before she left the hospice she had trapped two more grateful dying men.
Over the next two weeks she had to make some more bags to trap young men as her slaves. Despite the weakness and time taken for her traps to work within a month she had ten slaves before she decided that was enough. Each of her slaves wanted to experience being confined in one of her satin bags at least once a week. As willing slaves she didn't need to sleep in a bag more often than once a month. Their willing surrender could be either to her clothing or to the fading scent on the bag. It no longer mattered whether the trap was activated at fifteen seconds, or twenty or a minute. They wanted to surrender to Judy, however long it took.
Judy was happy. So were her slaves.
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Appendix
Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.
Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.
If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman.
A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.
Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.
A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.
A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.
Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.
The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.