WARNING! This is a story featuring explicit themes and tons of non-consensual bondage, with NO happy ending. Please read on at your own discretion, but do enjoy the story!

Katy walked down the stairs into the old wine cellar. The air was cold and heavy with the scent of earth. Looking around, Katy saw tall wooden shelves, holding bottles upon bottles of wine. Her breath caught as she looked at the bottles: they were made of an incredibly old glass that she had only ever seen once, and only one specimen of.

Katy was an archaeologist, who specialized in discovering old, hidden rooms like the one she had just stumbled upon. She estimated the room to be at least 1,500 years old, probably older. The glass used to create the bottles of wine was the same as the glass used by the ancient ‘Uru’ people of Hybolvia. The cool air of the cellar, paired with the high humidity, had created the perfect environment for the wine and the bottles to stay intact.

Katy reached the bottom of the stairs and sat down on the ground, her heart pounding in her chest as she silently screamed to herself ‘YES YES YES’.  She had discovered something worth tens of millions of dollars, possibly hundreds of millions. Not to mention the archaeological impact this find had on the documentation of the Uru people. Little was known about these people, and this quite possibly would be the single greatest discovery of her lifetime.

After a few moments of silently cheering to herself, Katy stood up and pulled out her camera. She walked through the rows of shelves, taking pictures of everything, the bright flash casting eerie shadows on the walls. The Uru people were thought to practice some sort of ghost-summoning ritual every now and then, and there had been ‘reports’ of other Uru locations being haunted by these ghosts. Katy didn’t believe in any of them, so she lightheartedly strode through the room, picturing every little thing she could.

After nearly an hour of photographing and documenting everything she had found, she sat down on the stairs again to drop the things she was carrying. There was something she wanted to do before she left to report her find: she wanted to taste the wine.

Once she reported her find, all the wine would be confiscated and displayed around the world. If she were to try the wine that she had discovered, she would have to do it now before she turned it over to the authorities. She perused through the shelves, looking for a bottle that stood out to her. There were dozens of different shades of colors, and she was getting ready to choose a yellow one when suddenly, a black bottle caught her eye. It was the only black one she had seen in her entire documentation, so she decided to try this one. It would be unique!

She sat down on the floor with her knife and pulled away the wax, revealing the cork. A small symbol, an enamored cross, was pressed into the top of the cork. Katy knew that this was an Uru symbol, but she blanked on what it meant. She grumbled to herself as she tried to remember, but eventually gave up. She shoved her knife into the cork and levered it out, without a care in the world.

A powerful blast of air came rushing out of the bottle, sending Katy flying onto her back. She pulled herself up, staring at the bottle in fear. It spun around on the ground, a pale vapor flying from the neck of the bottle. The vapor was shooting out and pooling in the air above her. Katy slowly transformed from fear to terror as the vapor began to move about in a very unnatural way. It slowly started to reach towards her, small tendrils shooting out. Katy cried out as a tendril latched onto her leg, feeling very much not like vapor. It felt solid, and it was strong. As strong as an iron band. It wrapped around her ankle, squeezing with an iron grip.

Katy cried out and kicked at it, but it didn’t let go. Another tendril reached out and grabbed her other ankle. Once both ankles were held, the tendrils whipped together, snapping Katy’s legs painfully together. The not-vapor worked its way up her legs, lashing together her calves, then her knees, and then her thighs. Katy reached down to try to pry the vapor off with her hands, but this was a very dear mistake.

The vapor latched onto her wrists, pulling them behind her back before Katy could think. The entity pinned her wrists together behind her back, working its way up her forearms. Katy fought against the iron-grip, pulling her arms back and forth, but her movement was slowly robbed as her elbows were pulled together painfully, making Katy whimper in pain as her shoulders were forced backwards, her back arching.

Katy thought the entity was done, but she was poorly mistaken. The vapor lashed up her neck, tightening into a crushing collar. Katy gasped as her head was forced upwards, the collar slowly growing wider and wider, and tighter and tighter with every passing moment. Just as Katy thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe, the collar stopped, leaving her snorting for breath.

The vapor continued up her neck to her face. To Katy’s horror, a strand of vapor wrapped itself around her face, flattening itself over her mouth. She moaned into the ‘gag’, then began to panic as the vapor slowly began intruding into her mouth. She cried out as the vapor continued forcing its way in, growing into a hard shaft that filled her entire mouth. Katy screamed and gargled as it grew down her throat, ending just beyond her gag reflex. She snorted for air as her mouth filled with drool, which she couldn’t spit out or swallow due to the gag.

Katy screamed as she felt more tendrils intruding under her clothes. She wiggled her body and pulled at her restraints to try to prevent the tendrils from slowly invading and filling both her holes. She cried out as they slowly grew in girth and length, extending her body to its limits. Only when she was sure her body would begin to break did they stop. Katy lay on the floor, quivering in terror and pain and humiliation.

Katy felt a tendril of air lash around her ankles and slowly pull it towards her head. She screamed as well as she could as she was pulled into a hogtie, forcing her to arch her back even further. Once it stopped pulling her legs up, Katy was completely unable to move, to say anything, to think. Her body was in pain and already cramping, her jaw was sore and she was still having her gag reflex initiated by the terrible shaft down her throat.

Suddenly, Katy felt herself being lifted off the floor. Glancing down, she panicked as she saw she was slowly being lifted towards the bottle. Her surroundings slowly grew smaller as she realized she was shrinking, coming closer and closer to the top of the wine cask. She struggled feebly against her bonds, unable to move.

She saw the black glass of the bottle appear around her, growing larger. Once she entered the bottle, it appeared to her as a great, dark cavern. To her horror, she began to grow again, filling the space. She cried out as her body was pressed against the glass, then squeezed tighter and tighter until she felt she was about to suffocate. Only once her body was completely smashed together did she stop growing, filling the entire space with no empty pockets. Katy whimpered as she looked out of the front of the bottle as she saw the bottom of the cork slowly floating towards her.

Katy screamed in desperation, the voice echoing inside the bottle. The cork slowly slid into place, then pushed in with a final thump, like the sound of a coffin being nailed shut. Inside the cellar, the black bottle, entirely opaque, its contents obscured from view, slowly rose off the floor and settled itself back on the shelf. The dying sound of a scream echoed through the underground room before fading into nothingness. A pounding boom sounded as the heavy door at the top of the stairs slammed shut. This sound eventually died as well, leaving the hidden room in complete silence, broken only by the occasional drip of water from the ceiling.

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