“I always make sure my visitors are awake for this part. The feelings you’re feeling, the emotions running through your body… it’s enough to feed me for weeks. Longer still, once we’re done.”
Phantom was quivering. She looked left, then looked right. She was somewhere deep, dark, and beyond the reach of her allies. It was a temple to Sozothala’s excess, her lust, her hunger.
She saw what she could only describe as totems; statues; symbols to the serpent’s strange needs. There was a row of five in front of her; past that, another five. And past that, she couldn’t see in the dark, but her stomach dropped when she imagined how many rubber captives there were. And how she was just another entry.
Phantom’s arms were folded in front of her, her legs carefully placed, and she was standing up straight. Past that, she felt almost weightless - weightless if she was being dropped into a black hole. She was already, from the moment she was awakened, being packed, crushed, gulped, swallowed by endless rubber and the immense, lewd energy of her ophidian owner.
With her arms tucked in front of her, she’d been double or triple-layered in thick rubber. All of it was inflated with some kind of open-cell rubbery mix; squishy, tight, squeezable, yet also quite solid. The heat was growing, which was making it more flexible - and every time it got more flexible, Sozothala saw fit to inflate and pack it just that little bit more.
“See? I’m sweet. It’s a nice big hug,” she said.
Phantom didn’t feel like this was very affectionate. It was horrible. Hellish. Around her neck was a colossal inflated collar, massive and intense. Bulging rubber ballooning out, mating with a thick hood that left just the tiniest bit of her face visible. Not her mouth, though. THAT had been packed with a MASSIVE plug-gag. It was eye-wateringly big, filling up her entire maw with a massive cock that seemed to only get bigger as she sucked and sucked and sucked. Phantom had an oral fixation. Sozothala didn’t need to know that; after all, EVERY girl got an ULTRAMAX plug-gag. EVERY one of her permanent rubber trophies got the thick hood. She liked it that they matched.
“MNGNGGGH.”
“What’s that, trophy? Were you trying to say something?”
Sozothala leaned in. “Were you expecting to maybe negotiate with me? Convince me where a dozen other rubbersluts couldn’t? Hmm… no, good try. Athletes and cute students and scientists and adventures, and now an executive. It’s quite a collection, and all of them do good work for me.”
‘WGNGGGH?” Phantom wheezed something out.
“Work, yes. You’re my rubber perma-prisoner now, Phantom. One of many, as I said.”
Phantom struggled, squeezing, trying to buck forward. She moved a few millimeters at best.
“And, just like all the others, I’m going to feed on your emotions. A little bit of everything. For example, I might give you some jealous when I play with another girl and let you listen and hear and watch. But right now, I’d like to enjoy my usual bread and butter…”
Phantom’s lip would have trembled if she was capable of moving or speaking. She realized just how doomed she was.
“...a fine meal of pain and pleasure.”
Sozothala laughed evilly as the rubber squeaked. It inflated more, it pressed more, and in that moment, Phantom truly felt like carbon being forged to diamond.
NNGGGGGGGGGGGH.
Thick inflated rubber pressed on all sides at once.
“The pressure from this suit is about 200% of what’s normally possible. Expanding, filling, sealing. I might deflate it a bit, just to make you feel some hope. That’ll be delightful. But that’s not for a few years. Try to be a good girl and enjoy the feeling of being crushed like the prey you are.”
Phantom wheezed. The tightness around her neck touched every little nerve, every erogenous zone at once.
“Feels nice, I’m sure.”
“ MGNGF ”
“Tighter?”
“MNGNGGGH”
Minutes passed. Phantom’s mobility continued to drop. Her eyes watered, her face went red. The construction would have killed her, probably should have, but something about Sozothala’s setup kept her alive beyond the normal human levels.
She felt something welling inside her. A sickening masochism that came with the heat, the sweat, the doom that was befalling her .
“The inner layer should be a bit flexible,” said her captor. “Just enough for you to breathe… occasionally. That pretty face of yours, though - I still get to taste those tears. Smell your fears. And you still get to see me. Watch me move. Feel me coiling around you.”
Phantom tried to look away, red in the face, but failed. Barely moving, barely twitching. She was on the edge now, hovering as her nerves felt herself teetering above an abyss.
“Mmmmm, isn’t that good? Squeezing the life out of you. Reducing you. Making you just mine, mine mine mine. I wouldn’t have let you in here if I didn’t know your fantasies, Phantom. And I certainly wouldn’t go to all the trouble if you weren’t a good rubber-sealed slut. So please, for me. Go ahead and let go. Enjoy yourself, my coiled little concubine. After all… pleasure and pressure.”
She leaned in, her green eyes mating with Phantom’s.
“That’s all you’re good for.”
Phantom went over the edge. She dropped into the abyss. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Body and lungs ablaze, she came, and came, and came. Felt as Sozothala rubbed all over her, grinding her body, teasing her face, pinching her cheeks, licking her flesh. She thrashed, wiggled, screamed and screamed. The orgasm was titanic, and she rode it, slowly moving down it like a mountain into a deep void of submission. And through all that, she barely budged a millimeter. Just a nice rubber trophy, packed and coiled and compressed.
Phantom made a loud moaning sound, a groaning, a desperate plea to be used, to be useful. Sozothala moaned in turn, clutching her new rubber totem. Oh yes, she was just getting started with this one. There were so many more heights and depths of abuse for her… and the Serpent was hungry.
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