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My half of a trade with Essraa Seshat! A collaborative effort that turned out quite nice. : ) http://www.furaffinity.net/user/essraa-seshat/
Make sure to take a look at Essraa's version as well, wherein the tables may or may not get turned...
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/248.....#cid:122894819
The west side of the Nile was greener. It wasn’t a metaphor, it was a reality. Development had focused on the lusher side of the river ever since the massive Nile had been dammed in the twentieth century. The river had flooded like clockwork for untold eons, but now its irrigation was regular, controlled, and completely man-made. That meant that the idea of keeping both sides green and serene was antiquated, foolhardy, and impractical.
Hence, the resort faced west.
It was an expense that Essraa had been willing to pay for. Building her resort - the “Fourth Kingdom” - had taken a lot of capital, and that funding had only come from countless hours of scraping, investing. A culmination of years of climbing the corporate ladder, working in offices, making use of her degree. It had taken quite the loan and the convincing of marketing, construction, and licensing teams to get everyone on board for this, but now it had paid for itself.
The biggest sticking point was the location. Essraa was dead-set on building it at this exact spot. Few were in the loop about why exactly; deep within the sand and earth, she had discovered an ancient ruins while appraising the land for another firm. Within a hidden chamber she had discovered two sarcophagi; one containing a living rubber that could form symbiotic bonds with other living creatures, and the other containing a tome of spells and rituals. With these in mind, she set about making the foundation for the Underworld, her haven of rubber and magic, and above it the resort that financed her passions.
Still, it was not as if she left the resort to fend for itself. She had to keep it running, keep the bankers happy, and make public appearances at openings and press releases. While she could put on a smile and charm the world, she hated how fake it all was. Essraa preferred to be out of the spotlight, focusing on one-on-one interactions… even if that interaction was deep within her safehaven carving and painting a new sarcophagi.
Finding participants for becoming a sarcophagi, however, was a much trickier proposition. She would never simply abduct an innocent partygoer. It was bad business. But there were offers to neutralize targets that were too tasty to pass up, and the result was that some guests who entered hoping for a night of kinky pleasure found far more than they bargained for… and liked it so much they never left. Alternatively, a few guests offended her so greatly that she would take her ire out on them - usually by challenging them in some way, with their person being the prize. Usually the offer would be something like time in a sarcophagi versus free time at the resort. After all, it was much easier to pass off someone getting time comp’ed at her complex than having to give them money.
Still, there were times when Essraa looked for individuals to challenge, taunt, and tease. She was quiet, calculating, and serene. The resort itself reflected that philosophy; its construction, its location, and its endless sprawl of hidden compartments and rooms were all part of that calculation. Such had brought her to today, wherein she was looking over the guests in the dining room. One or two were slated to disappear into her collection, but she didn’t want to simply abduct them. Essraa wanted to earn them.
The jackal dressed in her outfit for the day (a simple black dress and a pair of heeled sandals), and left the office. She fetched her purse, turned off the lights, and locked the door with a magical hex. The jackal wanted a better sense of who she was after.
This particular guest was at least somewhat known to her; a pale-skinned executive taking lunch. She tried to avoid the endless press releases and stories of business magnates. For one, it bored her; money was good, but lawsuits and counter-suits and the endless march of consumerism put her to sleep faster than a glass of warm milk. Further, she generally tried not to get too attached to any executives of public figures. If she was asked to make one disappear, she didn’t want to have any prior attachment. It could be just business, nothing more.
“You,” said Essraa in a warm tone, “must be the illustrious Alexandra Brochere.”
Phantom turned her head, with one corner of her mouth upturned in a grin. The jackal had interrupted a chat with her companion.
“And you,” said Phantom with a honey-sweet, husky voice, “are the hostess.” The executive turned her head. “Tasha, you’re squirming. You may go. I think that I’m about to be blessed by the our most gracious host.”
Essraa didn’t like small talk. She was hoping that she wouldn’t have to engage in any-
“Before you ask, dear hostess, yes - I’m have a stupendous time.” Phantom had rudely placed an elbow on the table and was leaning her head on it. “And yes, I’m certain that there are things that you could do to make our stay more comfortable.”
The Anubian gave a small smirk, not letting the woman get to her. She had more than a few dealings with guests with high self-worth. Instead, she looked down at her, adding “Seems like you have the answers to all my questions already, then”
“Not quite,” Phantom said with a chuckle. She leaned back in her chair and entwined her fingers. “I assume that you’re going to ask me about my business. MirageCorp is doing just fine. Any rumors of corporate intrigue are exaggerated. The fact that we spun-off Cayman Global into its own company was a good move. The fact that we sold off one of our manufacturing concerns just days before that scandal was just good business acumen, and had nothing to do with rumors of espionage.”
Essraa wasn’t sure if she liked this woman or not. She certainly didn’t like her braggadocious approach.
“Oh, and lastly,” said Phantom, “the rumors of fetish parties are absolutely, one hundred percent true. Rubber-clad priestesses, high-tech toys, and debauched behavior? All true. You already knew that, though.” Phantom giggled as if she’d made a genius joke.
“What you do on your time on your own land is none of my concern, miss.”
The other half of Phantom’s mouth turned up, making her smile. It was clear that this was a forced reaction, rather than the genuine delight she’d shown as she bragged.
“Oh. Of course. Well, regardless, Essraa - if I may call you that-”
“You may,” said Essraa.
“-good, Essraa, what brings you by my table? Looking for funding?”
The jackal chuckled. “I am well enough off that I do not need to look outside for money. There is only one person I ever need to ask when balancing a budget.”
“Oh? Who?”
“Myself.”
Phantom stared for a moment. “Are you an alchemist? Converting sand into gold?” The tone was clear that it wasn’t entirely a joke.
“Not physically, but metaphorically. After all, twenty years ago this land was merely sand and soil; now it is a paradise all its own.”
“Oh really?” The executive tilted her head. “I’ll admit, Miss Essraa, that I do appreciate your little resort. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I have. I don’t really tan, you see.” Phantom tapped her nose twice, and Essraa witnessed the curious effect of the corporate executive’s skin turning from a caucasian flesh tone to a pale, white with bare hints of color. “Also, I’m not usually the type to enjoy being pampered. I’ve got my own people if I really need a massage, and I almost never do. That said, your resort has some incredible features.” Essraa knew she was referring to the Underworld.
“I appreciate the review. I didn’t ask for it.” Essraa was being terse, in part because it was her style, in part on purpose. She wanted to direct the conversation away from this babble. “I came by to ask you if you wanted to play a game.”
Phantom nodded. “Of course.”
“You don’t know the terms.”
“I do not need to,” said Phantom.
“Then let us set them.” Essraa flicked her fingers, and a pale piece of parchment appeared in her paw. A stylus began to transcribe her words as she spoke, creating a magical document even as she pontificated.
“The game will involve both skill and chance. If I win, you shall join me in my Underworld as one of my worshipers; one of my Devoted.”
Phantom put a finger to her lips. “I agree. I’ve already agreed. But for my own enticement, explain to me what would happen to me if I lose. Which I will not.”
Esraa was very matter-of-fact in her tone and description. “If you lose, you become mine, in mind and spirit. It is not an instant process. You’ll be presented nude, like a blank canvas awaiting paint. You’ll be laid bare, your mind foggy and body weak. You’ll be wrapped in mystical restraints of my own creation. Your legs will disappear, your arms will be hidden, your figure will be completely ensconced. Just as nobles were once mummified, so too will you be restrained. Every inch of your body will vanish under endless rolls of my bandages, wrapping you so tightly you’ll think you’ve passed on to the next world. But you won’t. You’ll be under my care, mummified and glued in place.”
“You’ll be sealed up in a sarcophagus, one crafted by me for you. It will be a rare honor, and you will know it. Once sealed inside, you’ll be assailed by my magics. Perhaps you’ll forget about your life before being my mummy. Most likely not. You’ll be conditioned and transformed, your mind slowly adapted to look upon your life up until meeting me as merely window dressing for when your new goddess entered your life. You shall worship me, serve my whims and wills, pleasuring me, pleasuring others, and loving it. Or maybe you’ll never be released, serving for eternity as a living conduit for my magic. I guarantee not what your fate will be, only that it will be yours. As for your sarcophagus, it will be a memorial of the you lost to time.”
Phantom drummed her fingers on the table as Essraa narrated her description. It signaled that she was intrigued, interested, and also eager to explain her own plans.
“Of course,” said Phantom. “And if you lose, you’ll do whatever I want for one whole day.”
“One day?”
“One day,” said Phantom. “And in that day I’m going to do other evil things to you. I won’t abuse you, because you are a very valuable commodity. But I will make you mine, just as you would with me. Your staff will be cared for. I’ll surround this lovely resort and explain to others that it’s under new management. I’ll search every nook and cranny. I’ll have my people come to visit, exploring any traps you have and finding every artifact you’ve stashed. I’ll make this, your life’s work, mine. But it has nothing to do with money, and everything to do with you.”
“I’m going to order you to follow me. I’m going to take you to my home, a place far from the hot sun of Egypt and the sirocco winds. You’ll be shipped away to a place far colder, and you’ll be happy about it - because I’m going to have you very, very tightly restrained the whole way. Perhaps it’s not to different from your plans… because you’ll be packed up and wrapped so tightly that once your little twenty-four hours wears off, it won’t matter. And once there, I’m going to have you transformed into something more suiting of your role. You’ll be the host that everyone wants; your fur dyed blonde and pink. Your mind clouded by my conditioning. Your breasts swollen and rear jiggling, and you’ll love it. You’ll be the most gracious host in the world, all shining and bubbly and eager to please. You’ll enjoy pleasuring your customers rather than preying on them, using your new rubbery face and body to the utmost. And the funny thing is that this isn’t torture; you’re going to love every second of it, because I think that deep down, Essraa, that’s what you want.”
Essraa couldn’t help but chuckle as she heard that last line, stroking a finger along the table. Her nail slipped cleanly along the tablecloth, humming softly to herself. “You think you have me all figured out, do you? Well, we’ll just see how you fare in our game. Now, the game itself. As this is my establishment, I shall let you decide upon the game. Choose wisely.”
Phantom scratched at her chin, pantomiming a villain stroking his beard. “Mmm… a game, a game, a game. You are a curious being, Essraa. Very few would stake their fortune and fate on a game. Well then, why not…”
Her eyes flitted about the room for a moment until she landed on an item in the corner.
“That one, over there.”
Essraa eyed it. It was a copy of Senet, a truly ancient board game. She wiggled her hands, and one of her staff carefully removed it from its pedestal and placed it at the table on which Phantom and Essraa were sitting.
“I assume you know the rules.” Essraa said calmly.
“Let me guess - you’re going to say that you invented them.”
“No,” said the jackal. “But I want you to be able to think about your decision when you’re being entombed, and I would hate for you think I cheated you.”
Phanom took the dice in her hands and gently let them roll across the table. “Cheat? Surely neither of us would cheat.”
Essraa made no response as the executive moved the piece on Space Ten. She merely took the dice in her own hands and let them roll, moving hers in turn.
The game went by quick. Every time that Phantom moved, she would operate in the same, robotic fashion. She would carefully take both dice in her hand, stare at them in her palm, and then gently loft them. Every time, they would roll and seem to land in the same spot. Every time, they would give her the moves she needed. The jackal watched with growing trepidation as her pieces were attacked and the pale woman’s moved closer and closer to the exit.
Phantom began to take extra turns; two or even three in a row. “You can only get two extra throws in a row,” she said.
Green eyes met Essraa’s. “Something wrong? I don’t remember discussing that rule.”
“You said you knew them.”
Phantom shrugged. “A fair point.”
Essraa did not panic. She calculated. And in this case, it seemed that the dice were not in her favor. Even a few minor charms were not helping her win. Mentally, she cursed… then, literally, cursing the dice to play against Phantom. It didn’t matter. Though her moves were hampered, she was so far behind that it only delayed the inevitable. Another quarter hour, and the game was done.
Her adversary very carefully took her last piece from the board, removing it with a gentle flourish.
“Looks like I win. Best two out of three?”
The jackal didn’t realize she had been looking down at the game. She raised her head when Phantom let a grin creep over her face. “Just kidding. A deal is a deal, right?”
“Correct.”
“So, you do anything that I want for a day?”
“That’s again correct.”
“Well,” Phantom said, “I’m not certain if this is a magical binding, or simply you being a good sport. When I snap my fingers, you’ll get to it.” She giggled. “I feel like a real mesmerist! Well, I want you to take care of some business. Let one of my associates take care of things. Go ahead and settle some affairs. Treat yourself to a relaxing bath. Do it all without a hint of irony, remorse, or trepidation. Make it clear to the world that you’re going on a trip. Take a photo of yourself. Then, come to me.”
Phantom snapped her fingers.
“Welcome to a life-changing vacation, Miss Seshat.”
The jackal’s bare body was being tugged along by her wrists. By the time that she had regained consciousness, it was far too late to resist. She had awoken tightly bound, thickly gagged, and wrapped in so many layers that she thought she had entombed herself. Fortunately - or perhaps, unfortunately - she was in far more alien confines, wrapped and packed within a shipping unit. Not quite the first-class airfare she had expected from Phantom…
And, after being extricated from said bindings, she was treated to an unceremonious stripping and cleaning. Now, she was being led along a corridor; her wrists, each ensconced in a leather mitten, were shackled together and attached to a track that ran along the ceiling. It made her feel like cattle. That was, she surmised, the intent.
“By the way, I wanted to apologize for cheating.” A voice emanated along the hallway; presumably Phantom’s via an intercom.
“You? Apologize?”
“Hah!” Phantom laughed over the loudspeaker. “So you’re surprised by my apology, but not my cheating?”
“We both tipped the scales in our favor.”
“Quite correct, miss Seshat. In my case, it was a literal tipping. I calculated the weight and throw of those dice from the moment I grabbed them. Oh, and I hate to bring this up to you now, but I’m something of a machine - literally - when it comes to calculations. I’ve never played Senet until yesterday… but I didn’t need to. I was running simulations in my head from the moment I saw the game.”
Essraa sighed. The hallway turned a corner towards a large metal door.
“Regardless, Miss Seshat, all’s fair in love and war, right? Think of this as a loving gift, then… a perpetual vacation.”
The doors opened, and the mage - nude save the mittens on her hands - found herself in a cube-shaped room. The track ended here, tugging her into the center of the room. For a moment, she merely stood, observing the white metal on the walls. One wall was a mirror and had the distinctive shine of a one-way window.
She stay there for a moment, anticipation building.
“Relax.” Phantom’s voice echoed over a crackly speaker.
Her shackled wrists were separated. The cables in the ceiling tugged her into the right position; in this case, a wide “Y” with her hands above her head. The leather mitts were removed, disappearing into hatches in the walls. Well and truly nude, supremely vulnerable, and without her magic, Essraa gave only a sigh.
With her limbs spread, a series of nozzles in the room extended and began spraying. It was a curious sight as long, metal appendages sought out her nooks and crannies. It was also darkly enticing. It had the industrial smell of latex, and it was being painted onto her form like a new car. Each nozzle tickled slightly as it went up and down, making sure to coat her “chassis” from the neck down. Her hind legs disappeared first, then her stomach. The machines reacted to her twinges and struggles, going back for a second or third coat in areas with spotty coverage. After the second, she couldn’t quite tell how thick it was - only that it shone in the light, and that it was tight. It was, after all, a second skin; seamless, sexy, and slimming. The restraints shifted position, keeping her by the forearm so that two extra nozzles could also coat her wrists and ankles. Soon, all but her neck and face were now a shiny black, contrasting with her black fur.
“It’s a process that can’t be rushed, you know. Each step is practically automated. So don’t get impatient.” Her captor’s voice had a very lackadaisical tone. Metal doors opened and Essraa found herself being tugged along once again.
Walking was difficult. The moment the door opened she felt an intense heat; blasts of air and occasional jets of gas cooled the painted-on latex in half a minute. She had thought about trying to rub it off, but with her hands in the air, it seemed foolish. She was too far from the walls to kick, in any event, and her legs felt quite stiff with their new rubbery sheen!
The track continued for a few more paces before terminating in another metal door. The second ‘station’ was the same white room as the first. It moved the latex-coated jackal into the center of the room, still keeping her bound at the wrists. In this case, the mage was treated to a ritual of Phantom’s making; no magic chicanery or arcane arts, but a certain kind of magic the same. An industrial device descended from the ceiling. It carefully circled Essraa at key joints and locked a metal band around her limbs. Her ankles, her knees, her thighs; the wrist restraints tugged the jackal’s paws behind her back. All of it resulted in a sturdily restrained subject, rubber-bound and sealed save her face. That was for Phantom to complete.
The door opened, and rather than be shuffled along to another point, in walked the executive bearing gifts. Essraa bared her teeth slightly.
“All right. I’ve got a few gifts. Don’t pout, don’t pout. There’s no place for pouting now. After all, you’re not some dark mage anymore. You’re my little puppet, and soon, you’re going to be my pretty little doll.”
She slipped an open-face hood over the jackal’s head first. It made contact with the latex, and she promptly sealed it with a dab of cement. It left her forehead, eyes, and snout visible. Phantom stared just long enough to get a good picture of Essraa’s face before locking a bright, pink mask over her muzzle and visage.
It was pink-and black, made of sturdy rubber and lined with a suite of electronics. It was, after all, going to help the mage recognize her new place at Phantom’s feet. The moment it was slipped on, she was assaulted with a torrent of sensations.
OBEY PHANTOM.
YOU ARE A PRETTY PET.
YOU LOVE TO BE TEASED.
YOU LOVE TO BE USED.
Sweet-smelling gas filled her lungs. Sounds of moaning, groaning, and Phantom’s voice filled her ears. Lenses within the mask showed rapid-fire imagery of Essraa herself on her hands and knees.
Phantom sighed, satisfied with the results. The aphrodisiacs would be taking effect shortly. Alternating between sensory deprivation and intense stimuli would bring her new bimbo around fairly soon. The final item was a massive posture collar around her neck, one made of sleek gold and encrusted with gems and circuitry alike. She tapped a key in the control room, and Essraa disappeared into the floor, trapped within a conditioning tank. Phantom would need plenty of time to plan her outfit.
The resort faced west. Jackie walked east.
It was difficult for her to walk. She had been subjected to interminable hours of training to walk on these heels, but much of that had been in simulation. It was, in its own way, learning to walk again. One foot went in front of the other. Jackie had a somewhat tottering walk, and with the first few steps she visibly had to catch her balance.
She had her hands at her sides, moving daintily, and with her fingers turned up. It made her look like a toy doll, with her hands posed to hang accessories. They were fine for balancing, but they were ill-suited to gripping. The newcomer carried a bright pink handbag, fumbling at it through thick ebony rubber.
Balance aside, walking was also difficult thanks to the sheer thickness of her stockings and shoes. Every step made her thigh-highs squeak together, though with each wobbly pace, Jackie gained more and more stability.
The doors slide open as she entered. A few guests took the time to stare.
“Hi! I’m Jackie!~”
She punctuated her entrance with a giggle.
Shortly, all of the guests were staring. The jackal that entered the room was a beautiful, curvaceous, and highly exaggerated creature. Every single inch of her was thickly, sumptuously, and completely encased in thick rubber. The skylights within the Fourth Kingdom reflected this, making the most polished bits shine. Gold jewelry and gems added to the effect; she was a walking, talking arcade of clothing, equipment, and accessories.
Although easy to miss, careful observers would note a thick layer of rubber along every inch of her skin. The former owner had possessed a splendid sheen of jet-black fur; this jackal had a mocking parody of it with her rubber suit. No fur was visible now; everything was just a beautiful, manufactured coating.
Above the catsuit, the layers of her outfit were quite scandalous. Although a far cry from the theming of the resort, the colors did at least match the decor of the Fourth Kingdom. Jackie’s feet were ensconced in gold wedges that forced her onto the balls of her hindpaws, and almost made her lean forward. A pair of white rubber stockings crept up past her knee. Her motions had been stiff thanks to the combined efforts of her shoes and legwear, but she was warming up to it.
A stunningly short and snug skirt graced her waist and rear. It barely covered her thighs, and seemed to be practically sculpted onto her. Observers would note that this ‘butt corset’ was engineered to provide an optimal view of her wide, wide hips and bubbly butt. There were no pockets, of course, but visible seams and zippers should it need to be removed.
A blouse matched her stockings. Pink cloth trim contrasted with the thick off-white rubber that encased Jackie’s chest and arms. Viewing from the side made it easy to see just how burdened she was, with massive, squishy, F-cup breasts trapped within the half-unbuttoned blouse. Movement was limited by the compacting effect of her rubber uniform, but anyone looking at her from the side would find themselves lost in thoughts of tormenting and teasing her buxom breasts. Viewers of the jackal from the front might be distracted by the pink-and-black corset; its colors uniting the black of the skirt, the white and pink of the blouse, and of course, keeping her waist compact and her movement limited. It gave her an obscene hourglass figure and a naughty, recognizable silhouette.
“Hello there, Jackie!” Phantom, clad in the finery of an Egyptian priestess, welcomed her into the Fourth Kingdom. “The guests are staring, you know.”
“I know!” said Jackie with a cheery tone. “I want everyone to see me! I mean, I’m pretty, why wouldn’t they?”
“Of course, of course,” said Phantom. “Why, you’re the prettiest little bimbo in the whole resort.”
Essraa screamed within her mask.
She was permitted not an inch of freedom or identity. A porcelain white mask covered the jackal’s face, swooping along her snout, muzzling her jaw, and reaching to her neck. Each of her sly, pointed ears were entombed in a rubber sheath; microphone and deafening devices had been gently slotted into her ears, making every word and sound transmitted to Jackie dependent on the controller of the suit and mask.
The porcelain mask wore embarrassing amounts of magenta lipstick, dark eyeshadow, and even had two spots of ‘blush’ painted on. Perspex lenses displayed a facsimile of endearing, wide doe eyes. She was the opposite of threatening.
The suit and mask integrated into the collar as well. Wide, tall, and thick, it was encrusted with gems and lined with gold trim. A massive platinum D-ring allowed anyone to attach collars to it if need-be, though with her arrival it hadn’t yet been necessary. More importantly, a series of six speakers along the collar allowed her the painful satire of a conversation.
“You bet! I’m the… hey, what did you call me?”
At least one guest chuckled.
“Ohh, my mistake, Jackie. I called you a… limbo champion!”
“Limbo? That doesn’t make a lick of sense, Miss Phantom! Besides, with my chest, I don’t think I’ll be doing a lot of limbo anyway… hee hee!”
Phantom grasped her doll by the collar, pulling her in close for a short, whispered, and threatening conversation.
“I said… you’re a bimbo. You’re a cute little rubber doll. You’re mine. You’re a sweet little toy that wants to play. Isn’t that right, Jackie?”
Essraa moaned. Her lips and mouth were full with a fat plug. She couldn’t be certain, but it seemed to occasional secrete aphrodisiac. If so, it was going to be difficult to resist; a constant slow-feed drip of the stuff would drive her mad with arousal. The plug was removable, though, for various uses and needs.
While Essraa grunted with growing frustration, ‘Jackie’ yelped in delighted agreement.
Phantom escorted her bimbo from the front room as guests continued to stare. “Wait, Miss Phantom!” said Jackie. “ I want to go back! I want to play with some of them! They looked excited!”
The new owner sighed, tugging her along. She grasped her with one hand around her waist, allowing her fingers to stroke over her sweetly-enclosed rear. She moved her along the hallway of the Fourth Kingdom like someone out on a date.
“Oh, Jackie, don’t worry. I’m sure everyone who wants it will get their turn. I know you’re probably going to be distracted and needy.”
“What are you talking about? I won’t be needy! I’m a good, good girl!”
Phantom grinned. “Oh, I know. But once I swap out your plug for a fresh aphrodisiac mixture, you’re going to find yourself craving some companionship. But don’t worry, there are lots of nice folks at your - erm, at my - resort that I’m sure would love to play with you.”
“Oh, good!” said Jackie. “So, where are we going?”
The executive opened a room. Inside were many of Essraa’s former companions, associates, and followers. They sat , lining a meeting table that had been set up in her former office. A chair at the far end of the table - one for the executive - lay open.
“We’re going to a meeting, Jackie. Do you think you can be quiet for this meeting?”
Phantom began walking her into the room. Already, she was making a ruckus. The staff starred with a mixture of horror, amazement, and arousal at seeing the former mage, the careful charmer, the sly schemer, the indefatigable Essraa Seshat encased and rubberized as a walking bimbo. Every step squeaked, and every few steps she’d giggle, wiggle, or make idle noises of ‘hhmmm’ and ‘mmm.’
“I - I’m trying, Phannie! But I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep attention. This meeting looks pretty boring!”
There was silence for a moment or two. Careful listeners could hear moaning and groaning coming from Jackie. Somewhere deep within all that rubber, that mask, and that face, she mewled in forced arousal.
“Well… that’s fair. All right, just do this for me. What’s your name?”
“My name is Jackie!”
“And what do you like?”
“Hee… I like all sorts of things! I like to play, I like rubber, I like games, I like…”
“That’s enough. And Jackie, who do you belong to?”
Jackie said nothing. The rubber-clad jackal twitched slightly, fighting against stimuli, controls, motors, and programming.
Phantom took Jackie from behind, grabbing at her inflated breasts and pulling her close. She whispered into the jackal’s sheathed ear.
“Who… do you… belong to?”
“I belong to Mistress Phantom!”
Phantom was satisfied. She guided Jackie below the long meeting table, and removed the plug. Labored breaths came from below the wood table as Jackie grunted. Drool dripped from her open mouth, and her tongue slowly extended from the gap in the mask. Phantom gripped Jackie’s head, and, with the board watching, gently maneuvered her rubber bimbo’s waiting tongue and muzzle between her legs.
Phantom groaned. Jackie giggled. Essraa cursed as her arousal overtook her, and she greedily serviced the new Queen of the Fourth Kingdom.
* * *
"So that's what you'd do to me?"
Essraa couldn't help but chuckle. The conversation had gone on for a lot longer than anticipated, the board game between them still unboxed. The sun had gone from its position high in the sky to setting, and a few rounds of tea had passed between the two of them. A cigarette holder set clutched in the jackal's hand, smoke wafting out of the long tip. Flicking some of the ash into an obsidian tray, she spoke up again as she leaned her head back.
"It's a fun fantasy, but I think you are wasting good talent. Not to oversell my abilities, but a ditsy secretary? Surely you'd find more use for my brain than as arm candy. Still, there is plenty of merit to the scenario. It almost sounds... fun, actually."
Before the executive could say another word, Essraa raised her hand to stop her. Pushing the box aside, she leaned forward, meeting her gaze.
"I think both of us would have too much baggage to place everything on a game. Too much to lose. So, how about instead..." The hotel owner quickly made a quick note on a napkin, passing it to Phantom before getting to her feet. "You give me a call next time you're thinking about taking a vacation, and I make it worth your while."
Smirking back to her, Phantom took the note and slipped it into her jacket, giving a silent nod. With that, Essraa turned, making her way back into the lobby. By the soft wag of her tail, it was clear that the lasting image of Phantom's scenario was going to stick with her.
Make sure to take a look at Essraa's version as well, wherein the tables may or may not get turned...
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/248.....#cid:122894819
The west side of the Nile was greener. It wasn’t a metaphor, it was a reality. Development had focused on the lusher side of the river ever since the massive Nile had been dammed in the twentieth century. The river had flooded like clockwork for untold eons, but now its irrigation was regular, controlled, and completely man-made. That meant that the idea of keeping both sides green and serene was antiquated, foolhardy, and impractical.
Hence, the resort faced west.
It was an expense that Essraa had been willing to pay for. Building her resort - the “Fourth Kingdom” - had taken a lot of capital, and that funding had only come from countless hours of scraping, investing. A culmination of years of climbing the corporate ladder, working in offices, making use of her degree. It had taken quite the loan and the convincing of marketing, construction, and licensing teams to get everyone on board for this, but now it had paid for itself.
The biggest sticking point was the location. Essraa was dead-set on building it at this exact spot. Few were in the loop about why exactly; deep within the sand and earth, she had discovered an ancient ruins while appraising the land for another firm. Within a hidden chamber she had discovered two sarcophagi; one containing a living rubber that could form symbiotic bonds with other living creatures, and the other containing a tome of spells and rituals. With these in mind, she set about making the foundation for the Underworld, her haven of rubber and magic, and above it the resort that financed her passions.
Still, it was not as if she left the resort to fend for itself. She had to keep it running, keep the bankers happy, and make public appearances at openings and press releases. While she could put on a smile and charm the world, she hated how fake it all was. Essraa preferred to be out of the spotlight, focusing on one-on-one interactions… even if that interaction was deep within her safehaven carving and painting a new sarcophagi.
Finding participants for becoming a sarcophagi, however, was a much trickier proposition. She would never simply abduct an innocent partygoer. It was bad business. But there were offers to neutralize targets that were too tasty to pass up, and the result was that some guests who entered hoping for a night of kinky pleasure found far more than they bargained for… and liked it so much they never left. Alternatively, a few guests offended her so greatly that she would take her ire out on them - usually by challenging them in some way, with their person being the prize. Usually the offer would be something like time in a sarcophagi versus free time at the resort. After all, it was much easier to pass off someone getting time comp’ed at her complex than having to give them money.
Still, there were times when Essraa looked for individuals to challenge, taunt, and tease. She was quiet, calculating, and serene. The resort itself reflected that philosophy; its construction, its location, and its endless sprawl of hidden compartments and rooms were all part of that calculation. Such had brought her to today, wherein she was looking over the guests in the dining room. One or two were slated to disappear into her collection, but she didn’t want to simply abduct them. Essraa wanted to earn them.
The jackal dressed in her outfit for the day (a simple black dress and a pair of heeled sandals), and left the office. She fetched her purse, turned off the lights, and locked the door with a magical hex. The jackal wanted a better sense of who she was after.
This particular guest was at least somewhat known to her; a pale-skinned executive taking lunch. She tried to avoid the endless press releases and stories of business magnates. For one, it bored her; money was good, but lawsuits and counter-suits and the endless march of consumerism put her to sleep faster than a glass of warm milk. Further, she generally tried not to get too attached to any executives of public figures. If she was asked to make one disappear, she didn’t want to have any prior attachment. It could be just business, nothing more.
“You,” said Essraa in a warm tone, “must be the illustrious Alexandra Brochere.”
Phantom turned her head, with one corner of her mouth upturned in a grin. The jackal had interrupted a chat with her companion.
“And you,” said Phantom with a honey-sweet, husky voice, “are the hostess.” The executive turned her head. “Tasha, you’re squirming. You may go. I think that I’m about to be blessed by the our most gracious host.”
Essraa didn’t like small talk. She was hoping that she wouldn’t have to engage in any-
“Before you ask, dear hostess, yes - I’m have a stupendous time.” Phantom had rudely placed an elbow on the table and was leaning her head on it. “And yes, I’m certain that there are things that you could do to make our stay more comfortable.”
The Anubian gave a small smirk, not letting the woman get to her. She had more than a few dealings with guests with high self-worth. Instead, she looked down at her, adding “Seems like you have the answers to all my questions already, then”
“Not quite,” Phantom said with a chuckle. She leaned back in her chair and entwined her fingers. “I assume that you’re going to ask me about my business. MirageCorp is doing just fine. Any rumors of corporate intrigue are exaggerated. The fact that we spun-off Cayman Global into its own company was a good move. The fact that we sold off one of our manufacturing concerns just days before that scandal was just good business acumen, and had nothing to do with rumors of espionage.”
Essraa wasn’t sure if she liked this woman or not. She certainly didn’t like her braggadocious approach.
“Oh, and lastly,” said Phantom, “the rumors of fetish parties are absolutely, one hundred percent true. Rubber-clad priestesses, high-tech toys, and debauched behavior? All true. You already knew that, though.” Phantom giggled as if she’d made a genius joke.
“What you do on your time on your own land is none of my concern, miss.”
The other half of Phantom’s mouth turned up, making her smile. It was clear that this was a forced reaction, rather than the genuine delight she’d shown as she bragged.
“Oh. Of course. Well, regardless, Essraa - if I may call you that-”
“You may,” said Essraa.
“-good, Essraa, what brings you by my table? Looking for funding?”
The jackal chuckled. “I am well enough off that I do not need to look outside for money. There is only one person I ever need to ask when balancing a budget.”
“Oh? Who?”
“Myself.”
Phantom stared for a moment. “Are you an alchemist? Converting sand into gold?” The tone was clear that it wasn’t entirely a joke.
“Not physically, but metaphorically. After all, twenty years ago this land was merely sand and soil; now it is a paradise all its own.”
“Oh really?” The executive tilted her head. “I’ll admit, Miss Essraa, that I do appreciate your little resort. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I have. I don’t really tan, you see.” Phantom tapped her nose twice, and Essraa witnessed the curious effect of the corporate executive’s skin turning from a caucasian flesh tone to a pale, white with bare hints of color. “Also, I’m not usually the type to enjoy being pampered. I’ve got my own people if I really need a massage, and I almost never do. That said, your resort has some incredible features.” Essraa knew she was referring to the Underworld.
“I appreciate the review. I didn’t ask for it.” Essraa was being terse, in part because it was her style, in part on purpose. She wanted to direct the conversation away from this babble. “I came by to ask you if you wanted to play a game.”
Phantom nodded. “Of course.”
“You don’t know the terms.”
“I do not need to,” said Phantom.
“Then let us set them.” Essraa flicked her fingers, and a pale piece of parchment appeared in her paw. A stylus began to transcribe her words as she spoke, creating a magical document even as she pontificated.
“The game will involve both skill and chance. If I win, you shall join me in my Underworld as one of my worshipers; one of my Devoted.”
Phantom put a finger to her lips. “I agree. I’ve already agreed. But for my own enticement, explain to me what would happen to me if I lose. Which I will not.”
Esraa was very matter-of-fact in her tone and description. “If you lose, you become mine, in mind and spirit. It is not an instant process. You’ll be presented nude, like a blank canvas awaiting paint. You’ll be laid bare, your mind foggy and body weak. You’ll be wrapped in mystical restraints of my own creation. Your legs will disappear, your arms will be hidden, your figure will be completely ensconced. Just as nobles were once mummified, so too will you be restrained. Every inch of your body will vanish under endless rolls of my bandages, wrapping you so tightly you’ll think you’ve passed on to the next world. But you won’t. You’ll be under my care, mummified and glued in place.”
“You’ll be sealed up in a sarcophagus, one crafted by me for you. It will be a rare honor, and you will know it. Once sealed inside, you’ll be assailed by my magics. Perhaps you’ll forget about your life before being my mummy. Most likely not. You’ll be conditioned and transformed, your mind slowly adapted to look upon your life up until meeting me as merely window dressing for when your new goddess entered your life. You shall worship me, serve my whims and wills, pleasuring me, pleasuring others, and loving it. Or maybe you’ll never be released, serving for eternity as a living conduit for my magic. I guarantee not what your fate will be, only that it will be yours. As for your sarcophagus, it will be a memorial of the you lost to time.”
Phantom drummed her fingers on the table as Essraa narrated her description. It signaled that she was intrigued, interested, and also eager to explain her own plans.
“Of course,” said Phantom. “And if you lose, you’ll do whatever I want for one whole day.”
“One day?”
“One day,” said Phantom. “And in that day I’m going to do other evil things to you. I won’t abuse you, because you are a very valuable commodity. But I will make you mine, just as you would with me. Your staff will be cared for. I’ll surround this lovely resort and explain to others that it’s under new management. I’ll search every nook and cranny. I’ll have my people come to visit, exploring any traps you have and finding every artifact you’ve stashed. I’ll make this, your life’s work, mine. But it has nothing to do with money, and everything to do with you.”
“I’m going to order you to follow me. I’m going to take you to my home, a place far from the hot sun of Egypt and the sirocco winds. You’ll be shipped away to a place far colder, and you’ll be happy about it - because I’m going to have you very, very tightly restrained the whole way. Perhaps it’s not to different from your plans… because you’ll be packed up and wrapped so tightly that once your little twenty-four hours wears off, it won’t matter. And once there, I’m going to have you transformed into something more suiting of your role. You’ll be the host that everyone wants; your fur dyed blonde and pink. Your mind clouded by my conditioning. Your breasts swollen and rear jiggling, and you’ll love it. You’ll be the most gracious host in the world, all shining and bubbly and eager to please. You’ll enjoy pleasuring your customers rather than preying on them, using your new rubbery face and body to the utmost. And the funny thing is that this isn’t torture; you’re going to love every second of it, because I think that deep down, Essraa, that’s what you want.”
Essraa couldn’t help but chuckle as she heard that last line, stroking a finger along the table. Her nail slipped cleanly along the tablecloth, humming softly to herself. “You think you have me all figured out, do you? Well, we’ll just see how you fare in our game. Now, the game itself. As this is my establishment, I shall let you decide upon the game. Choose wisely.”
Phantom scratched at her chin, pantomiming a villain stroking his beard. “Mmm… a game, a game, a game. You are a curious being, Essraa. Very few would stake their fortune and fate on a game. Well then, why not…”
Her eyes flitted about the room for a moment until she landed on an item in the corner.
“That one, over there.”
Essraa eyed it. It was a copy of Senet, a truly ancient board game. She wiggled her hands, and one of her staff carefully removed it from its pedestal and placed it at the table on which Phantom and Essraa were sitting.
“I assume you know the rules.” Essraa said calmly.
“Let me guess - you’re going to say that you invented them.”
“No,” said the jackal. “But I want you to be able to think about your decision when you’re being entombed, and I would hate for you think I cheated you.”
Phanom took the dice in her hands and gently let them roll across the table. “Cheat? Surely neither of us would cheat.”
Essraa made no response as the executive moved the piece on Space Ten. She merely took the dice in her own hands and let them roll, moving hers in turn.
The game went by quick. Every time that Phantom moved, she would operate in the same, robotic fashion. She would carefully take both dice in her hand, stare at them in her palm, and then gently loft them. Every time, they would roll and seem to land in the same spot. Every time, they would give her the moves she needed. The jackal watched with growing trepidation as her pieces were attacked and the pale woman’s moved closer and closer to the exit.
Phantom began to take extra turns; two or even three in a row. “You can only get two extra throws in a row,” she said.
Green eyes met Essraa’s. “Something wrong? I don’t remember discussing that rule.”
“You said you knew them.”
Phantom shrugged. “A fair point.”
Essraa did not panic. She calculated. And in this case, it seemed that the dice were not in her favor. Even a few minor charms were not helping her win. Mentally, she cursed… then, literally, cursing the dice to play against Phantom. It didn’t matter. Though her moves were hampered, she was so far behind that it only delayed the inevitable. Another quarter hour, and the game was done.
Her adversary very carefully took her last piece from the board, removing it with a gentle flourish.
“Looks like I win. Best two out of three?”
The jackal didn’t realize she had been looking down at the game. She raised her head when Phantom let a grin creep over her face. “Just kidding. A deal is a deal, right?”
“Correct.”
“So, you do anything that I want for a day?”
“That’s again correct.”
“Well,” Phantom said, “I’m not certain if this is a magical binding, or simply you being a good sport. When I snap my fingers, you’ll get to it.” She giggled. “I feel like a real mesmerist! Well, I want you to take care of some business. Let one of my associates take care of things. Go ahead and settle some affairs. Treat yourself to a relaxing bath. Do it all without a hint of irony, remorse, or trepidation. Make it clear to the world that you’re going on a trip. Take a photo of yourself. Then, come to me.”
Phantom snapped her fingers.
“Welcome to a life-changing vacation, Miss Seshat.”
The jackal’s bare body was being tugged along by her wrists. By the time that she had regained consciousness, it was far too late to resist. She had awoken tightly bound, thickly gagged, and wrapped in so many layers that she thought she had entombed herself. Fortunately - or perhaps, unfortunately - she was in far more alien confines, wrapped and packed within a shipping unit. Not quite the first-class airfare she had expected from Phantom…
And, after being extricated from said bindings, she was treated to an unceremonious stripping and cleaning. Now, she was being led along a corridor; her wrists, each ensconced in a leather mitten, were shackled together and attached to a track that ran along the ceiling. It made her feel like cattle. That was, she surmised, the intent.
“By the way, I wanted to apologize for cheating.” A voice emanated along the hallway; presumably Phantom’s via an intercom.
“You? Apologize?”
“Hah!” Phantom laughed over the loudspeaker. “So you’re surprised by my apology, but not my cheating?”
“We both tipped the scales in our favor.”
“Quite correct, miss Seshat. In my case, it was a literal tipping. I calculated the weight and throw of those dice from the moment I grabbed them. Oh, and I hate to bring this up to you now, but I’m something of a machine - literally - when it comes to calculations. I’ve never played Senet until yesterday… but I didn’t need to. I was running simulations in my head from the moment I saw the game.”
Essraa sighed. The hallway turned a corner towards a large metal door.
“Regardless, Miss Seshat, all’s fair in love and war, right? Think of this as a loving gift, then… a perpetual vacation.”
The doors opened, and the mage - nude save the mittens on her hands - found herself in a cube-shaped room. The track ended here, tugging her into the center of the room. For a moment, she merely stood, observing the white metal on the walls. One wall was a mirror and had the distinctive shine of a one-way window.
She stay there for a moment, anticipation building.
“Relax.” Phantom’s voice echoed over a crackly speaker.
Her shackled wrists were separated. The cables in the ceiling tugged her into the right position; in this case, a wide “Y” with her hands above her head. The leather mitts were removed, disappearing into hatches in the walls. Well and truly nude, supremely vulnerable, and without her magic, Essraa gave only a sigh.
With her limbs spread, a series of nozzles in the room extended and began spraying. It was a curious sight as long, metal appendages sought out her nooks and crannies. It was also darkly enticing. It had the industrial smell of latex, and it was being painted onto her form like a new car. Each nozzle tickled slightly as it went up and down, making sure to coat her “chassis” from the neck down. Her hind legs disappeared first, then her stomach. The machines reacted to her twinges and struggles, going back for a second or third coat in areas with spotty coverage. After the second, she couldn’t quite tell how thick it was - only that it shone in the light, and that it was tight. It was, after all, a second skin; seamless, sexy, and slimming. The restraints shifted position, keeping her by the forearm so that two extra nozzles could also coat her wrists and ankles. Soon, all but her neck and face were now a shiny black, contrasting with her black fur.
“It’s a process that can’t be rushed, you know. Each step is practically automated. So don’t get impatient.” Her captor’s voice had a very lackadaisical tone. Metal doors opened and Essraa found herself being tugged along once again.
Walking was difficult. The moment the door opened she felt an intense heat; blasts of air and occasional jets of gas cooled the painted-on latex in half a minute. She had thought about trying to rub it off, but with her hands in the air, it seemed foolish. She was too far from the walls to kick, in any event, and her legs felt quite stiff with their new rubbery sheen!
The track continued for a few more paces before terminating in another metal door. The second ‘station’ was the same white room as the first. It moved the latex-coated jackal into the center of the room, still keeping her bound at the wrists. In this case, the mage was treated to a ritual of Phantom’s making; no magic chicanery or arcane arts, but a certain kind of magic the same. An industrial device descended from the ceiling. It carefully circled Essraa at key joints and locked a metal band around her limbs. Her ankles, her knees, her thighs; the wrist restraints tugged the jackal’s paws behind her back. All of it resulted in a sturdily restrained subject, rubber-bound and sealed save her face. That was for Phantom to complete.
The door opened, and rather than be shuffled along to another point, in walked the executive bearing gifts. Essraa bared her teeth slightly.
“All right. I’ve got a few gifts. Don’t pout, don’t pout. There’s no place for pouting now. After all, you’re not some dark mage anymore. You’re my little puppet, and soon, you’re going to be my pretty little doll.”
She slipped an open-face hood over the jackal’s head first. It made contact with the latex, and she promptly sealed it with a dab of cement. It left her forehead, eyes, and snout visible. Phantom stared just long enough to get a good picture of Essraa’s face before locking a bright, pink mask over her muzzle and visage.
It was pink-and black, made of sturdy rubber and lined with a suite of electronics. It was, after all, going to help the mage recognize her new place at Phantom’s feet. The moment it was slipped on, she was assaulted with a torrent of sensations.
OBEY PHANTOM.
YOU ARE A PRETTY PET.
YOU LOVE TO BE TEASED.
YOU LOVE TO BE USED.
Sweet-smelling gas filled her lungs. Sounds of moaning, groaning, and Phantom’s voice filled her ears. Lenses within the mask showed rapid-fire imagery of Essraa herself on her hands and knees.
Phantom sighed, satisfied with the results. The aphrodisiacs would be taking effect shortly. Alternating between sensory deprivation and intense stimuli would bring her new bimbo around fairly soon. The final item was a massive posture collar around her neck, one made of sleek gold and encrusted with gems and circuitry alike. She tapped a key in the control room, and Essraa disappeared into the floor, trapped within a conditioning tank. Phantom would need plenty of time to plan her outfit.
The resort faced west. Jackie walked east.
It was difficult for her to walk. She had been subjected to interminable hours of training to walk on these heels, but much of that had been in simulation. It was, in its own way, learning to walk again. One foot went in front of the other. Jackie had a somewhat tottering walk, and with the first few steps she visibly had to catch her balance.
She had her hands at her sides, moving daintily, and with her fingers turned up. It made her look like a toy doll, with her hands posed to hang accessories. They were fine for balancing, but they were ill-suited to gripping. The newcomer carried a bright pink handbag, fumbling at it through thick ebony rubber.
Balance aside, walking was also difficult thanks to the sheer thickness of her stockings and shoes. Every step made her thigh-highs squeak together, though with each wobbly pace, Jackie gained more and more stability.
The doors slide open as she entered. A few guests took the time to stare.
“Hi! I’m Jackie!~”
She punctuated her entrance with a giggle.
Shortly, all of the guests were staring. The jackal that entered the room was a beautiful, curvaceous, and highly exaggerated creature. Every single inch of her was thickly, sumptuously, and completely encased in thick rubber. The skylights within the Fourth Kingdom reflected this, making the most polished bits shine. Gold jewelry and gems added to the effect; she was a walking, talking arcade of clothing, equipment, and accessories.
Although easy to miss, careful observers would note a thick layer of rubber along every inch of her skin. The former owner had possessed a splendid sheen of jet-black fur; this jackal had a mocking parody of it with her rubber suit. No fur was visible now; everything was just a beautiful, manufactured coating.
Above the catsuit, the layers of her outfit were quite scandalous. Although a far cry from the theming of the resort, the colors did at least match the decor of the Fourth Kingdom. Jackie’s feet were ensconced in gold wedges that forced her onto the balls of her hindpaws, and almost made her lean forward. A pair of white rubber stockings crept up past her knee. Her motions had been stiff thanks to the combined efforts of her shoes and legwear, but she was warming up to it.
A stunningly short and snug skirt graced her waist and rear. It barely covered her thighs, and seemed to be practically sculpted onto her. Observers would note that this ‘butt corset’ was engineered to provide an optimal view of her wide, wide hips and bubbly butt. There were no pockets, of course, but visible seams and zippers should it need to be removed.
A blouse matched her stockings. Pink cloth trim contrasted with the thick off-white rubber that encased Jackie’s chest and arms. Viewing from the side made it easy to see just how burdened she was, with massive, squishy, F-cup breasts trapped within the half-unbuttoned blouse. Movement was limited by the compacting effect of her rubber uniform, but anyone looking at her from the side would find themselves lost in thoughts of tormenting and teasing her buxom breasts. Viewers of the jackal from the front might be distracted by the pink-and-black corset; its colors uniting the black of the skirt, the white and pink of the blouse, and of course, keeping her waist compact and her movement limited. It gave her an obscene hourglass figure and a naughty, recognizable silhouette.
“Hello there, Jackie!” Phantom, clad in the finery of an Egyptian priestess, welcomed her into the Fourth Kingdom. “The guests are staring, you know.”
“I know!” said Jackie with a cheery tone. “I want everyone to see me! I mean, I’m pretty, why wouldn’t they?”
“Of course, of course,” said Phantom. “Why, you’re the prettiest little bimbo in the whole resort.”
Essraa screamed within her mask.
She was permitted not an inch of freedom or identity. A porcelain white mask covered the jackal’s face, swooping along her snout, muzzling her jaw, and reaching to her neck. Each of her sly, pointed ears were entombed in a rubber sheath; microphone and deafening devices had been gently slotted into her ears, making every word and sound transmitted to Jackie dependent on the controller of the suit and mask.
The porcelain mask wore embarrassing amounts of magenta lipstick, dark eyeshadow, and even had two spots of ‘blush’ painted on. Perspex lenses displayed a facsimile of endearing, wide doe eyes. She was the opposite of threatening.
The suit and mask integrated into the collar as well. Wide, tall, and thick, it was encrusted with gems and lined with gold trim. A massive platinum D-ring allowed anyone to attach collars to it if need-be, though with her arrival it hadn’t yet been necessary. More importantly, a series of six speakers along the collar allowed her the painful satire of a conversation.
“You bet! I’m the… hey, what did you call me?”
At least one guest chuckled.
“Ohh, my mistake, Jackie. I called you a… limbo champion!”
“Limbo? That doesn’t make a lick of sense, Miss Phantom! Besides, with my chest, I don’t think I’ll be doing a lot of limbo anyway… hee hee!”
Phantom grasped her doll by the collar, pulling her in close for a short, whispered, and threatening conversation.
“I said… you’re a bimbo. You’re a cute little rubber doll. You’re mine. You’re a sweet little toy that wants to play. Isn’t that right, Jackie?”
Essraa moaned. Her lips and mouth were full with a fat plug. She couldn’t be certain, but it seemed to occasional secrete aphrodisiac. If so, it was going to be difficult to resist; a constant slow-feed drip of the stuff would drive her mad with arousal. The plug was removable, though, for various uses and needs.
While Essraa grunted with growing frustration, ‘Jackie’ yelped in delighted agreement.
Phantom escorted her bimbo from the front room as guests continued to stare. “Wait, Miss Phantom!” said Jackie. “ I want to go back! I want to play with some of them! They looked excited!”
The new owner sighed, tugging her along. She grasped her with one hand around her waist, allowing her fingers to stroke over her sweetly-enclosed rear. She moved her along the hallway of the Fourth Kingdom like someone out on a date.
“Oh, Jackie, don’t worry. I’m sure everyone who wants it will get their turn. I know you’re probably going to be distracted and needy.”
“What are you talking about? I won’t be needy! I’m a good, good girl!”
Phantom grinned. “Oh, I know. But once I swap out your plug for a fresh aphrodisiac mixture, you’re going to find yourself craving some companionship. But don’t worry, there are lots of nice folks at your - erm, at my - resort that I’m sure would love to play with you.”
“Oh, good!” said Jackie. “So, where are we going?”
The executive opened a room. Inside were many of Essraa’s former companions, associates, and followers. They sat , lining a meeting table that had been set up in her former office. A chair at the far end of the table - one for the executive - lay open.
“We’re going to a meeting, Jackie. Do you think you can be quiet for this meeting?”
Phantom began walking her into the room. Already, she was making a ruckus. The staff starred with a mixture of horror, amazement, and arousal at seeing the former mage, the careful charmer, the sly schemer, the indefatigable Essraa Seshat encased and rubberized as a walking bimbo. Every step squeaked, and every few steps she’d giggle, wiggle, or make idle noises of ‘hhmmm’ and ‘mmm.’
“I - I’m trying, Phannie! But I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep attention. This meeting looks pretty boring!”
There was silence for a moment or two. Careful listeners could hear moaning and groaning coming from Jackie. Somewhere deep within all that rubber, that mask, and that face, she mewled in forced arousal.
“Well… that’s fair. All right, just do this for me. What’s your name?”
“My name is Jackie!”
“And what do you like?”
“Hee… I like all sorts of things! I like to play, I like rubber, I like games, I like…”
“That’s enough. And Jackie, who do you belong to?”
Jackie said nothing. The rubber-clad jackal twitched slightly, fighting against stimuli, controls, motors, and programming.
Phantom took Jackie from behind, grabbing at her inflated breasts and pulling her close. She whispered into the jackal’s sheathed ear.
“Who… do you… belong to?”
“I belong to Mistress Phantom!”
Phantom was satisfied. She guided Jackie below the long meeting table, and removed the plug. Labored breaths came from below the wood table as Jackie grunted. Drool dripped from her open mouth, and her tongue slowly extended from the gap in the mask. Phantom gripped Jackie’s head, and, with the board watching, gently maneuvered her rubber bimbo’s waiting tongue and muzzle between her legs.
Phantom groaned. Jackie giggled. Essraa cursed as her arousal overtook her, and she greedily serviced the new Queen of the Fourth Kingdom.
* * *
"So that's what you'd do to me?"
Essraa couldn't help but chuckle. The conversation had gone on for a lot longer than anticipated, the board game between them still unboxed. The sun had gone from its position high in the sky to setting, and a few rounds of tea had passed between the two of them. A cigarette holder set clutched in the jackal's hand, smoke wafting out of the long tip. Flicking some of the ash into an obsidian tray, she spoke up again as she leaned her head back.
"It's a fun fantasy, but I think you are wasting good talent. Not to oversell my abilities, but a ditsy secretary? Surely you'd find more use for my brain than as arm candy. Still, there is plenty of merit to the scenario. It almost sounds... fun, actually."
Before the executive could say another word, Essraa raised her hand to stop her. Pushing the box aside, she leaned forward, meeting her gaze.
"I think both of us would have too much baggage to place everything on a game. Too much to lose. So, how about instead..." The hotel owner quickly made a quick note on a napkin, passing it to Phantom before getting to her feet. "You give me a call next time you're thinking about taking a vacation, and I make it worth your while."
Smirking back to her, Phantom took the note and slipped it into her jacket, giving a silent nod. With that, Essraa turned, making her way back into the lobby. By the soft wag of her tail, it was clear that the lasting image of Phantom's scenario was going to stick with her.
Category Story / Bondage
Species Jackal
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 29.5 kB
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