Fetishes: Encasement, aphrodisiac, ant girls, damsel in distress
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Samantha felt herself gently swaying. A nice pleasant sensation of just swinging back and forth. Not really asleep and not really awake. She was in the between time; when one knows it’s time to get up but doesn’t want to.
She just enjoys the sensation of total comfort she is feeling. However it’s not all coziness as she keeps feeling she has forgotten something important.
That nagging feeling is just on the edge of her conscious thought. She keeps pushing it away for as long as possible. But finally decides to wake up and see what it is that won’t let her enjoy her state of nirvana.
Pain. Mostly in her head. Worse than a hangover. Radiating and pulsing with every bump. It hurts so much she can’t open her eyes. Or even think of anything else for that matter.
The pain continues to throb with no relief for several moments before she can even form a rational thought. Her first thought is that it’s not the only pain she’s feeling. Her next is wondering why her ankles and wrists hurt so much as well.
Actually she has a dull ache all over her body. Sore muscles, painful joints, open sores on her feet, and stomach cramps. But the reason for the head pain and tight burning she is experiencing in her ankles and wrists seem more important than the rest.
“Uhhgg” Two men grunt.
Followed by a short dropping sensation and the resurgence of pain for Sam.
“Ohhh” She moans in pain as she feels the impact.
“Ha she’s a lively one. I’m sure the dungeon’s beasties will enjoy her.” One male voice says.
“Better hope so or even less of us will see Demon King’s End.” The other replies.
“Ha! More like world’s end. Fifteen years since the Divinity Sacrifice and still no sign of the prophesied summoned heroes.”
Sam feels the men roughly lift her vertical.
“Be that as it may. At least with this we’ll live another year… if we’re lucky.”
“True, true. Pity we couldn’t enjoy this fine piece of ass before trussing her up as monster food.”
A loud clunk can be felt more than heard as whatever Sam is tied too jerks and settles into something.
“We dare not try, considering what it took to put her down. Even with the five sleeping potions, a gallon of nightshade, and several club blows to the head she is already waking up. Now hurry up with those ropes.”
“These crazy adventurers can sure survive a beating and enough poison to gag a worg. Why would such a busty babe want to be one?”
Several more ropes are painfully tighten around Sam to securely tie her down.
“Who knows? Lucky us she was alone so we don’t have to sacrifice one of our own this year.”
“Still such a waste.”
“Stop thinking with your crotch. We need to leave before the dungeon takes notice.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Sam hears as the voices move away from her.
Finally left alone she can start to put her wits together. Slowly opening her eyes she looks around. She finds herself in a large cave with a barely man sized entrance providing illumination from outside.
Continuing to look around she finds herself tied to a 6” thick wooden pole. Her arms are tied above her head and ankles secured toward the bottom. The pole is set into a stone foundation with a locked iron cross bar preventing her from pulling it out.
The pole is around 10 feet tall and some of the ropes are in grooves to prevent her from slipping from them. Great seems like the village she wondered into has perfected their live sacrifice tools she thinks.
Still as any good damsel in distress would do she struggles in vain for a bit. Nope the ropes are tied very tightly and dig into her soft womanly curves every time she moves. A few more useless struggles and not one rope moves even a little bit.
She almost looks like a mummy with the number of ropes tied around her. She doubts the typical sacrifice gets such treatment. Her memories are starting to return and she remembers the events of last night with a defeated grin.
On the run from the Kingdom of Kalgren who wanted to turn her into a sex slave and perhaps baby hero making factory she found herself in the town of Wallowdale. Little money, no food, but with a set of leather armor and a sword she had hoped to provide work as an adventurer or mercenary.
At first it seemed to go well. The locals seemed interested in her. At six foot tall, athletic body, with a shapely hourglass figure and loosely braided golden hair down to her butt that goes without saying. But besides everyone dreamily staring into her icy blue eyes sometimes and D cup bust most of the time; they also seem interested in her abilities.
They happily brought her several drinks and food as she explained how she might help them with any magical wildlife or bandit problems. She started to realize once she started to feel drowsy and certainly realized when they took out the clubs that their interest in her wasn’t for her skills. Instead much like the kingdom before, their interest was in her body.
Sigh, can no one in this world appreciate her for her mind. Her own fault she supposes as she cheated to get such a dynamite body. But in her defense she didn’t know she would be spending the rest of her life in it.
Thinking a bit further back she remembers playing the hottest new virtual reality online game. A fantasy game so real it really felt like one was adventuring in an alternate world. Never one to play by the rules she cheated and went from a plain overweight gamer to an athletic sex goddess of a body.
That wasn’t her original intention. She just wanted overpowered stats and abilities. She got those too but was stuck with a perfect female avatar. Before she could do much with it though she was summoned to another world to kill the Demon King.
Apparently the VR MMORPG was some bizarre magical effect used to summon potential heroes. She is sure that there was a gaming company, developer blog posts and someone had to accept the money to purchase the game. So how did the summoning magic do all that in a technology only world… Sam has no idea but apparently it worked and she was summoned to this world.
She feels she is too young to die. She has only experienced the joys of fondling her sexy self once. At least she gets to spend the last few moments enjoying her own bust. Sam looks down and enjoys the rope covered chest still heaving from her struggles. As she enjoys the view her pain eases.
Sadly the healing view fades as the light from the entrance begins to dim. As the day ends Sam notices the moss on the cave walls begins to glow and provide some dim light. The dungeon seems to be waking up as she can hear several noises from deeper within the cave become louder.
She wonders how it will end. In her previous life she always liked the busty babe’s end to be a happy one. Aroused and not caring what happens to her. Or even excitedly wait for the end to come. The clichéd but also acceptable ending of rescued at last moment to start a fairy tale romance works too she thinks.
As she was summoned to a magic fantasy and video game like world other endings are perhaps possible. There could always be curious tentacles, hungry slimes, or forever trapped in a blissful transformation. Really anything that didn’t involve a quick painful end is okay with her as she might still get out of her fate as monster chow.
She started to hear clicking. Clicking of legs on stone. Clicking of mouth parts. Perhaps a quiet chitter here and there. Please, please, not a slow agonizing death. She’s seen nature shows on how bugs eat. Slowly and with small bites.
Trying to calm herself she takes slow deep breaths. Breath in… breath out… please not bugs. Breath in. Breath out. Oh god, please not a lot of small bugs covering her. Air in. Air out. Keeping her alive as they play with her succulent body one tiny nibble at a time. In. Out.
Starting to hyperventilate she is fearing the worst that could happen to herself. Or spiders. Being trapped and helpless in a tight silky cocoon. Mummified with only her feminine curves showing, struggling helplessly against unyielding bonds. Waiting on the spider’s whim of how it shall end her.
Please not bugs, please not spiders. More rapid breathing. The more she thinks about her fate the more she doesn’t want to die. She’d rather not be violated by monsters or men either for that matter. However she might accept a fate of euphoric monster mother if it meant not dying.
The clicking gets louder. She can’t stop worrying. Maybe they won’t see her in the dark. Maybe she can still get away. She struggles against her rope bindings. As the sounds gets closer rational thought leaves her as she uses all her strength to get away.
But to no avail. Only the sound of clicking and ropes rubbing against one another can be heard. The clicking stops and Sam stops moving as well. A moment of silence with only her own rapid breathing and slight rhythmic creak of ropes as her large erotic breasts press against it on each inhalation.
She looks at the back of the cave. There might be something lurking back there. Looking harder at it she makes out a figure of something tall and skinning. Too skinny to be human. It suddenly rushes at her. Closing her eyes and letting out a shriek she pushes against the pole with all her might trying to back away.
Another moment of silence. She slowly opens her eyes. “Kyaa” she screams. The thing is right there. Just an inch away from her face looking at her. Unmoving in the way only insects can be when looking at prey.
Oh God. An insect. A huge person sized insect. Right there. Right in front of her. Staring at her. She looks at it in shock. Neither moving. Each just a performer in some macabre staring contest. Huge black multifaceted eyes stare at her from an almost flat featureless face. No, it does have a feature, a mouth. Sam can just barely see tightly fitted seams where a mouth should be. It looks like a humanized ant face. Unable to keep staring at the almost human looking face Sam looks away first.
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Looking down she sees the bust of the insect is large and protruding. She can hardly believe it. The insect looks like it has a harden carapace on its chest covering a nice set of knockers contained within form fitting armor.
Further down an incredibly thin waist joins a heart shaped hip carapace. Only instead of two legs, four exit from the armor where a normal human’s legs should be. She also has an ant abdomen protruding from her tailbone.
It’s certainly a female Sam thinks. Sam wonders if she will be transformed into some kind of monster girl, an ant girl. Was this the fate of the previous sacrifices? Perhaps this is a good thing. If she is transformed no one will be pursuing her and she should be able to keep her mind under her own control.
The ant monster girl moves back slightly. Stab. Sam feels a sharp pain in her leg. Again looking down Sam sees the ant girl has stabbed her in the leg with her stinger. Apparently on the back of the ant girl’s tail abdomen was a stinger.
That makes sense, where else would a stinger go Sam thinks foggily. A stinger on the ant girls behind makes perfect sense. Complete sense. Unlike the world around her which is now blurring with several colors of darkness. She’s not sure how the darkness can have several different colors dancing and singing. Singing a happy tune as they take her away…
After an indeterminate amount of time Sam again finds herself in the state between dream and reality. This time she feels comfortably warm. A nice sensation of being held, warm and content. With no worries in the world.
She remembers enough to wonder what new horror awaits her when she wakes up. But never one to run from her problems Sam forces herself to wake fully instead of staying in the dream.
The air is very warm, somewhat moist and has a slightly sweet smell to it. Somewhat like a sauna. Sam opens her eyes slowly and sees darkness. It take her eyes a moment to see that the cave is not completely dark and is again dimly lit by luminescent moss.
She’s still in a cave, but a different cave from the first one she woke up in. This one is smaller than the first and has broken pillars of amber scatter around in it. At least she guesses they use to be pillars as the middle is broken out of each and amber chunks scatter around the floor.
Looking up she sees her arms extend towards the ceiling. Starting at her elbows a translucent amber colored substance encases them and connects her to the ceiling of the cave. Trying to break free Sam finds the amber encasement is very strong and hard.
Looking down she sees the ant girl not only removed her ropes but also all her clothes. Sam didn’t notice since the cave is warm enough to not feel the chill one normally feels. Looking past her shapely feminine mounds she can just make out that her legs are also encased in the amber stone.
Sam squirms some more and finds that she is encased to mid-thigh and presumably connected to the floor of the cave. Other than not being able to move this is almost pleasant. The amber encasement is warm and slightly presses against Sam’s skin. There is also a slight tingling sensation where the amber touches.
Without much to do Sam closes her eyes and enjoys the warmth. Perhaps she should feel more scared but just can’t. Maybe the ant venom or some kind of magic is keeping her calm. The amber is also supporting most of her weight so it’s not even painful being hung by her arms.
A bit of noise can be heard from a side tunnel before an ant girl walks into view. Sam opens her eyes and looks at the new arrival. The new ant girl is far less scary than the first. Shorter, more human looking. As the ant girl gets closer Sam notices the chest chitin is bending. It’s thinner and apparently softer than the scary ant girls. It kind of looks like a short leather apron in a way.
Must be different castes. The first was a soldier and this one is a worker. The ant girl worker stops next to the amber pillar Sam is in and puts down a couple buckets she was carrying. Bending over and taking out a yellowish glob of something she begins to apply it to Sam’s pillar.
“Umm Hello? Do you understand me?”
The ant girl looks at Sam. Her antennae twitch a couple times before she continues what she was doing.
“Was that an ant yes? Or are you just happy to see me?”
Plop. More goo is added to the pillar without any pause this time. Apparently ant girls don’t react to bad humor.
“BAKA!” Sam screams at the ant girl.
This time the ant girl backs up with a lot more antennae twitching. After a few moments she quickly walks out of the cave.
“Well at least I know they can hear me. I wonder if they understand Japanese.” Sam notices the newly applied glop dries quickly and changes to the same transparent amber color as the rest.
More sounds can be heard from the side cave. This time five ant girls appear. All are of the worker caste and carrying buckets. They quickly get to work applying new globs of the amber to her prison. Apparently they decided they didn’t like what Sam was saying so are going to imprison her more quickly.
“Hey stop that. Can’t we be friends? You know, some girl talk. Maybe a sleep over. Go shopping maybe?” No reaction. “BAKA!” Slight twitching of antennae. Sam incoherently screams at the top of her lungs. Now the ant girls are working even faster.
“Now that I’ve motivated you how about we all take a break?” Ant girls continue their work. “No? You sure? All work and no play makes an ant girl boring to talk to.” One of the ant girls rubs Sam’s thigh with the warm viscose amber liquid.
A warm heat spreads from where the ant girl touched her. A wonderful tingling sensation soon follows. “Maybe you do know how to play.” She moans with pleasure.
Another ant girl applies the wonderful substance to her as well. An additional wave of tingling heat adds to the first. Each application adds to the erotic sensations she is feeling. The warmth spreads across her body and concentrates between her legs.
One of the ant girls stands on the pillar and presses her soft chitin covered breasts on Sam’s back. The sensation sends tingles down her spine. More warmth start spreading from her upper arms as the ant girl begins apply the substance up above.
Slowly the heat builds as Sam’s body continues to writhe in pleasure. Closer and closer, the erotic sensation creeps up her thighs. The gentle rubbing of five girls bring Sam closer to the orgasm she desperately wants now.
Sam can feel her lower body begin to twitch in anticipation. The sensations building closer and closer towards her crotch. A light rub across her lower lips almost sends her over the edge. “Please more, please touch me more.”
But the ant girls ignore her and continue to increase the feelings she is experiencing. Until finally one of them rubs the amber colored goo directly on her pussy. It’s enough to trigger her release. Her whole body convulsing as the greatest orgasmic waves she’s ever felt are released.
Twitch, shudder, Sam arches her back as far as she can. Rubbing against the solid and unyielding amber prison she is in. Finally the orgasm ends and Sam hangs limply from her constraints.
Breathing heavily Sam looks at her unintended lovers. The ant girls stopped with more twitching of antennae. She first feels the ant girl resting on her back antennae gentle caress her face. The slight sensation like a feather touching her cheek.
The other ant girls’ antennae then being lightly tickling her feminine folds in curiosity. The sensation is too much in the post orgasmic down time. Each antennae twitch sends electric shocks through her. Sam is too sensitive, each touch is almost painful to feel.
Trying to get away Sam twists in her prison. She lets out a half moan, and half whipper at the ant girls new actions. “Please” she whispers.
The ant girls begin applying the amber goo again. The tingling warmth is too much now. Her whole body is shuddering from each new application. Even worse the ant girls continue to touch her with their feather soft antennae.
“Please… please…” Sam hardly knows what she asking for. For them to continue or for them to stop. Maybe both. One of the ant girls completely covers her pussy with amber goo. “Oh God!” Sam bites her lip as she is again sent into orgasmic bliss.
Two ant girls rub the amber goo on Sam’s shapely butt and she can only stand there shivering in pleasure. Her last coherent though is she wants this. She wants to be transformed into an ant girl. No longer chased after. No longer in pain, hungry and lonely. She may even keep her mind due to her abilities but Sam hardly cares anymore.
Time seems to go on forever for Sam. Constant feelings of pleasure and being touched. She feels when the ant girls apply the warm substance to her breasts. Quickly it dries and beings to mold and pinch her nipples sending her to new heights of ecstasy.
She finally comes back to her senses as the ant girls cover her face in goo. She blows her nose to get it away from her but another application seals her ability to breathe. Desperately trying to breathe but being unable to Sam is sent into a panic.
Sam slowly clams down as she notices she is not dead. In fact she notices she hasn’t breathed in some time but is still alive. Her urge to breathe has gone away. Replaced by another sensation. A rhythmic pulsing of something through her entire body. Every few seconds something enters her feet and sends a pleasant wave through her exiting her hands up above.
Relaxing into this new sensation Sam beings to enjoy her new environment. She has no idea what will happen to her but somehow doesn’t think she will become an ant girl. She wonders if she could turn this into a service as it feels better than any massage she has ever experienced. The sensations continue for an indeterminate amount of time before Sam will find out what she has become.