Phantom stared up at Sozothala. Phantom had her hands on her hips, with a half-smirk up at her captor. But Sozothala had her muscular arms below her chest, propping up her breasts and looking so very coy.
Sozothala the serpent-mistress was a snake from the waist down, and had fascinating features befitting her python heritage, including crests, eyes, fangs, sharp features, a tongue, and a certain predatory predilection.
The poor Phantom had come to visit her, seeking the snake’s expertise and service. The ophidian’s lair was not for guests, though. It was for victims. And Phantom had found herself falling prey to one of her traps - a disguised platform and a pit. It was ludicrously simple, but effective. So simple that the executive could never have imagined seeing it. Who falls in a pit trap? Not me.
“Is this a snake pit?” Phantom asked. The left side of her mouth turned up into a grin.
Sozothala put a hand to her face and laughed haughtily.
“Kya-hah hah hah hah. Would that excite you? Did you come to find yourself in my iron grip? Or did you come for knowledge and talents? Or did you simply come to worship me?”
Phantom flipped her hair, still staring up at the serpent-mistress. “Actually, I came to make a deal. Which is good. You seem to enjoy talking!”
Sozothala descended. She was massive, powerfully built, coiling down and descending the pit. She circled Phantom, and the executive turned around, trying to keep track of her. She clutched her fists. Prey behaviors. Fight or flight. Sozothala was a predator. A few seconds of circling. She lunged. The serpent coiled around her, hugged her, and clutched her.
The serpentine woman disbursed an advanced liquid-latex polymer. It coated her everywhere it touched. Phantom struggled, she wriggled, she bucked away and felt the coiling begin. By the time she was trying to escape, it was too late. Phantom didn’t realize it was already over, and began her struggle with the futile survival instinct of something being pressed. Squeezed.
It started at her legs as Sozothala grabbed and wound around her. Tight. Like having her feet in irons, the snake-woman’s weight pressing down on top of her feet as well as ankles and knees and thighs. Phantom tried to pull herself up and out, like she was trying to get out of a pool. But the water was the rippling, warm flesh of an eager snake-woman, and there was no ladder. Just the slippery sensation of liquid latex being distributed everywhere that Sozothala coiled.
She was being coated. Up to her waist, her stomach. Phantom gasped at that moment, as the snake did more than coil. It squeezed. Sozothala had the good sense to let out a bit of a laugh as she wound, ensuring that the exec felt a bit of humiliation to go with her encasement.
Phantom’s fingers wiggled, trying to stretch by pushing out her arms. Sozothala took it as a challenge, and using her hands, cutely folded Phantom’s arms in front of her. “Hussssshh… no use fighting, tasty little thing.” Phantom felt a sickening, sweet sensation of her captor’s tongue on her cheek. She was short of breath from the squeeze, and rolled back her head, desperate to try to get in some air.
In that moment, the latex coating finished its job. It slipped up her neck, over her cheeks, and into her mouth. Glossy. Black. Total enclosure. Phantom fell unconscious as Sozothala gently cradled her, nuzzling the squeaky-smooth snake-slut up against her breasts.
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Phantom’s fate was sealed. She was sealed. Sozothala was just playing with her food now.
The serpent explained with the kind of glee that she reserved for these moments of triumph. “A serpent like myself must survive on many things. I usually prefer strong emotions. My personal favorites are pleasure, fear, terror, arousal. Joy and jealousy and pain and anger, yes, all of them have their place. But there’s something…”
Sozothala stretched out, rolling her head to relax. “...something SPECIAL about SQUEEZING an emotion out of a captive. Metaphorically… and literally. Crushing you, reforging you like a diamond.” She took a moment to hiss, extending her tongue and grinning.
“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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Art and story by Scriptor. Based off of a picset by Scriptor.
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