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Tales of Bondage	By : passiveaggressor Category: +S through Z > Tales of Symphonia Views: 6353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The demon woke up to find something seemed wrong, as she felt pin-pricks over her body, and she looked round to see the white rubber figure that was her latest toy moving the doors closed on the casket she was stood in. “Oh dear, you’re in a bit of a bind... Let me know how it feels when it seals shut on you, since I don’t think I’ll get round to trying it... It’s odd how easy it is to take control of your abilities when you have too much time on your hands...” Alice taunted, the demon screaming as she was painfully perforated, not dying, but only since she couldn’t...
Outside the iron maiden, one very vengeful young girl was busy sealing the doors of the maiden shut with a complex sealing spell. When she was finished she looked around and spied the door to the dungeon, striding towards it and pulling it open, striding through it and back to the world of the living.
At that precise moment, just outside the Otherworldly Gate, a crevice appeared in the earth. A latex clad hand rose from the dirt, scrabbling for purchase as a second joined it. In moments the ground had split further and a female figure clad all in white latex emerged. The figure glanced around and reached down, plucking a strange riding crop from where it was leaning on a marker.
“There you are Hypnos, you naughty little crop you.” said Alice, stroking the guard of the weapon. The girl looked down into the grave, seeing her ripped and dirt stained clothes lying at the bottom. “Couldn’t bother to get me a casket could you Mart-Mart?” she spat, reaching down and dusting the dirt off a red leather belt, strapping it around her waist and hanging the crop from it. “Much better, Now, Let’s see who we’ll turn into a rubber toy for me... Well, I think that Mart-Mart will be best joining that foolish demon in eternal agony... so I’ll need toys to enjoy until then...”
She thought back to the ones she recalled traveling with Marta and her boyfriend, before smirking. “Oh yes, the quiet girl... She’s just asking for it... And such lovely pink hair...” Alice mentally saw a pink rubber doll squirming on the bed back in her recently earned realm, and licked her lips. “I suppose I should go place an order.” she said, striding off down the path and away from the gate.
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Presea heard the doorbell ring and stood up, setting her latest work in a cooler section of the coals. The deceptively young artisan had been working on commissions ever since the last battle with Richter and had been working on a new type of sword when a letter arrived promising an exciting new job. Normally Presea would toss these kinds of letters out, but the sender had asked to be heard out and was in fact willing to meet at her workshop.
This more than anything else, appealed to the reclusive girl, resulting in her quickly sending a reply agreeing to the meeting. A reply arrived almost the next day, agreeing to meet in a few days.
That was how Presea found herself walking up to the front door and pulling it open, leaping back in time to dodge a swing from a riding crop. A hooded figure strode into her house after her as she brought her fists up, for the figure to dismiss the forming barrier. “I’m not here to fight you, little one... I know all about how you stop people interrupting...” The figure said.
Presea lowered her fists but didn’t relax, watching the stranger as she moved The figure looked thoughtful, looking towards Presea’s closet. “Sorry about attacking you earlier, I wanted to test how sharp your reflexes were. It’s not every day someone meets one of the Chosen’s Companions after all.” The figure said, seeming to sneer the title.
The pinkette nodded, “It is true the others keep to their usual haunts.” she said, visibly relaxing, “You are the client correct?” Presea asked thoughtfully as she walked into the kitchen. “As a matter of fact I am. I’ve heard a lot about you and your custom pieces. I was hoping to discuss a few pieces I would like made.” said the figure, following Presea into the kitchen, “I should warn you, they’ll be a bit of a challenge.”
Presea got down a kettle and filled it with water, the tea set already out on the table, “That is good, so many things are requested that take little to no effort to make. A challenge would be nice.” she said as the water heated.
The woman took a seat at the table, crossing her gleaming white boots under it as Presea turned around, kettle in hand. “Tea?” she asked, pouring the ot water into a teapot and adding some fragrant leaves. “Oh thank you,” the figure said, holding out her cup with one gleaming white hand, “One of the most difficult items I need made is a doll. Lifesize, fully poseable. She has to be cute too.” Presea nodded, “That is doable, did you have an idea for a model?” she asked, taking a sip of tea and suddenly feeling light headed.
“Why yes I did, there was a girl I saw once that I thought would be just perfect for the model. Granted it wasn’t so long ago, so I think I recall her face.” the figure said, taking a sip of her own tea. “Oh...That’s good...” said Presea, her tongue feeling like a block of wood as her limbs began to lose feeling. “Oh yes, in fact, she looked a lot like you. The outfit was wrong compared to you though...”
Presea tried to respond but found moving was an impossible goal for her. The figure watched as her lips moved but no sound came out, smiling as the cup began to slip from her hand. “Oops, don’t want to spill do we?” she said, catching the cup and setting it on the table, “I suppose I should tell you Pressy. I had no intention of requesting a doll be made. Why do so when there’s a perfectly good one already available?” she asked, walking over to Presea and kissing her. Presea’s eyes twitched as she caught a look at the bone white face of her captor.
“Mmm I love the fear in your eyes,” she said as she unbuckled the belt around her waist and let it fall. The pinkette’s body twitched, the equivalent of furious struggling in her drug induced paralysis. “That’s right Pressy, you’re gonna be my new doll.” the woman purred as her fingers found the zipper to Presea’s dress and slowly drew it down, exposing the creamy flesh underneath.
The woman reached down to her cloak and unfastened it, letting it fall away to reveal a womanly figure wrapped in snug latex from head to toe. “You look so scrumptious naked.” she said, her lips lowering to Presea’s chest, engulfing her pink nipple.
Presea moaned softly, her voice little more than a squeak as her cheeks colored a soft pink from the ministrations of the woman. “I wonder how often I’ll need to drug you before you’ll not move naturally? Well, you already are deliciously ageless...” The woman’s finger began to move down her stomach, swirling around in her navel before spreading her womanly folds.
“Well I suppose it doesn’t really matter. You let your guard down and now you’re mine.” she purred, slipping a single digit past Presea’s pink folds. The captive girl mewed softly, her eyes closing as the woman began to move her finger in and out of her pussy, teasing her by curling and uncurling her finger inside the girl. “Have you ever touched yourself? Ever played with yourself like this?” she asked, nipping Presea’s ear as she added a finger to the girl’s tight pussy.
The almost-eternal lolita’s mind was in turmoil as this latex-clad woman ignited needs inside her that she’d never been able to explore due to her solitary nature, making her wonder if being her doll wouldn’t be so bad.
“Oooh I felt you tighten on my fingers, guess you like this huh? You like being my little doll don’t you Pressy?” she taunted, using her thumb to rub her clit, her fingers moving faster as she took Presea to the edge. “That’s it Pressy, you can’t fight it, you can’t stop it. All you can do is cum for me like a good little doll.”
Presea came at the word ‘doll’, her entire body rocking in the wake of the powerful orgasm that swept through her. The woman could feel her entire body wiggle as the feelings of pleasure suffused her entire body. “There’s a good doll, cumming for Mistress like a good little toy.” she whispered, making Presea’s blush spread. “That’s what I am to you now. Your Mistress. And you’re my doll.” she said before picking up the cup, and moving it to the doll’s lips.
“Now drink up Pressy...” she purred, pouring the tea into the girl’s mouth and rubbing her throat until she swallowed. Presea closed her eyes as she was forced to drink more, feeling her vision fading as the woman picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen toward her bedroom.
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Presea woke up to a feeling of restriction. Her body was bound, using thin cords, to a solid looking backboard inside a clear box, the voices outside muffled beyond understandability. A pliant rubbery gag filled her mouth and muffled her cries as she struggled fruitlessly. Her captor came into view and looked in at the bound girl, smiling devilishly as she turned a full length mirror around. Letting Presea get a good look at her predicament.
She was wearing a layered blue skirt with white edging on the layers, a pair of thigh high white stockings attached to a garter belt, a blue collared vest with white lace over a white shirt with billowy sleeves and an apron skirt. A blue leather belt was buckled around her waist and a ruby brooch adorned her throat, a pair of patent black shoes adorning her feet. To finish the outfit, a pair of red ribbons replaced her usual hair ties and a red ribbon edged with lace and with tiny blue roses affixed where it met the hair ribbons decorated her hair.
Behind her were hung various items, including a pair of hoods, one faceless, the other with eyeholes and a lockable gag, some fingerless gloves, a single sleeve and other bondage items, each one with trim and material colors to match with the outfit, as if they were accessories that came free with the doll that Presea had become.
Presea strained against the cords threaded through the blue leather cuffs with white lace trim locked around her wrists and ankles, as large wooden panels were lifted up and screwed together round her box, Genis appearing out of the corner of her eye as the front panel was lifted.
Outside the box, Alice was lowering the top over the box, screwing it down. She was idly chatting with Genis as she did so, thoroughly enjoying throwing him off the scent of where Presea really was.
“Well I’m sure she’ll be back later, can you tell her I stopped by?” he asked, looking at the strange figure that had opened the door.
“Of course, I’ll be sure to tell Ms. Combatir you stopped by.” she said flatly in her best impression of a synthetic voice. Genis nodded and left, marveling at how lifelike the autonomous doll had been.
Mentally, Alice smirked, thinking about how lifelike the ‘doll’ in the box was, listening to her mewls in the darkness before it was loaded up for transport to where she was staying for her next planned capture, and Presea’s only hope for anyone to notice the doll wasn’t actually one in the literal sense passed...
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