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The Trapsuit
“Svetlana! Run! Ruuuu-mmm-ph!”
She didn’t need to be told twice. “Huff huff huff huff-!” The air was crisp, a chill that cut through to the bone of anyone who wasn’t prepared for it. But Svetlana was a husky, she could handle cold. “Huff huff huff huff-!” What she couldn’t handle was the Orbs. “GET AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!” How had everything gone so badly so quickly?
Orbs chased her, breaking off like a pack of hyena to hunt her down in the snow. She ran, ran as hard as she could. She couldn’t even see her pack anymore, just the blinding snow. Were they already being taken? Was she going to be next? Would she ever see them again?
She lived far to the north of any main settlement, a small nomadic tribe of huskies that had become more hermit than anything. They lived in igloos in the icy wastes, surviving off what they could find rather than raiding. She had at most 6 people in her little collective ‘family’, that was how people survived and avoided being captured, right? It used to be that the roaming kink-bots didn’t grab anyone if they were in groups under 8. That was the understood rule for the last few decades. Just to be safe, they always kept to 6- so why? “LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALO- NNfff-!”
Svetlana crashed, rolled, came to a stop in the snow, and started to fight hard. “No! NNNNO-! No! Leave me alone! Leave me aloooone!” They orbs rolled toward her, popping open to reveal legs, appendages, tendrils, wires, metal. “Stop! No! NO! LEAVE ME- Aaack! Get- Get off! G-MMFUHHMph-! GNNFPH-!” Stupid, she should have kept her mouth shut. She shouldn’t have panicked and shouted. Now they had a gag shoved in her jaw. CLAMP! One that snapped shut hard, clamping around her snout. “Mmmr-!”
From there, she knew she’d already lost. She couldn’t fight so many off at once. “MMPH!” Something slapped against her sex, cold and metallic. ZAP! “GNNF-!” The robots were already trying to condition her, and they didn’t even have her fully cocooned yet.
KSSSSSH! Spray on latex, the stuff she’d only heard about. It smelled awful, stuck to her skin like tight glue, spread over her in a fine compressing layer. And they had more and more of the stuff. “NNNggguuu! Nnnffuugguuuuh!” She couldn’t even swear. CLAMP! A mitten clasped around one hand, then sprayed over. Now she just had one hand to use, and maybe if she kicked enough..
CLAMP!
ZZZAP!
“NNNFG-!”
Too fast. It was all happening too fast.
CLAMP! ZZZAP!
There were too many, swarming her, attaching- what the hell even are these things? Nipple rings? What were they…? ZZZZAP!
“AAAUGGGH!-” She moaned in the gag hard, shocks to her chest, first one, then the other as it was sprayed over.
<”Do not struggle, you will be safe as a captive. Our guidance clamps will give you direction to travel while you are blinded by your new restraints. Follow the pulse of the restraining chest clamps, and you will be fine.”> One of the orbs ‘said’.
“Whu-uh-uuk?!” ZZzAP! “GNNNNR-!” They were going to blind her, and lead her like some kind of sled dog?! By her chest?! Is this what they did with everyone they captured?! “GRRHHH!”
More and more ground was lost. More and more spray on trapsuit covered her. Her situation was almost becoming completely useless. WHINE!
Before she knew it, the suit was complete. She was stuck, completely turned into a rubber doll. Only her eyes still visible. <”You will now be further enclosed within a cocoon. Do not fight.”>
WHACK!
WHAM!
“Hey! Offa her!”
CRACK!
KER-SLAM!
‘What?!’ Svetlana looked up in surprise and shock. Someone- someone in a detective’s trechcoat stood above her. A hero? Was it one of the rumored ‘Henshin’ heroes of the wastelands?
“Heya. Sorry I got here so late, miss.” The Detective Hornwright leaned over. “I see you’re in a bit of a bind here. Nothing I can do to get you out of all that rubber now. But maybe, just maybe- you and I can help each other out. I saw a bunch of other huskies being dragged off in a capture wagon south. Likely heading to Domitus. Ever hear of it?”
Svetlana nodded, unable to do much else thanks to the trapsuit catsuit that had formed around her.
“Peaches, wonderful. Then you know we can still save those others, and yourself. Get you out of all that tight kinkwear. You just need to help me infiltrate the city of Domitus. Deal?”
Svetlana thought a moment… then reached out a mittened paw. Detective Hornwright extended their own hand. Shaking hands. “A binding agreement. Heh. Binding. Get it? Ah, terrible humor, I know.”
Journal for the commission set!
https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10908928/
Walt46Previous Image
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57483591/
The Trapsuit
“Svetlana! Run! Ruuuu-mmm-ph!”
She didn’t need to be told twice. “Huff huff huff huff-!” The air was crisp, a chill that cut through to the bone of anyone who wasn’t prepared for it. But Svetlana was a husky, she could handle cold. “Huff huff huff huff-!” What she couldn’t handle was the Orbs. “GET AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!” How had everything gone so badly so quickly?
Orbs chased her, breaking off like a pack of hyena to hunt her down in the snow. She ran, ran as hard as she could. She couldn’t even see her pack anymore, just the blinding snow. Were they already being taken? Was she going to be next? Would she ever see them again?
She lived far to the north of any main settlement, a small nomadic tribe of huskies that had become more hermit than anything. They lived in igloos in the icy wastes, surviving off what they could find rather than raiding. She had at most 6 people in her little collective ‘family’, that was how people survived and avoided being captured, right? It used to be that the roaming kink-bots didn’t grab anyone if they were in groups under 8. That was the understood rule for the last few decades. Just to be safe, they always kept to 6- so why? “LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALO- NNfff-!”
Svetlana crashed, rolled, came to a stop in the snow, and started to fight hard. “No! NNNNO-! No! Leave me alone! Leave me aloooone!” They orbs rolled toward her, popping open to reveal legs, appendages, tendrils, wires, metal. “Stop! No! NO! LEAVE ME- Aaack! Get- Get off! G-MMFUHHMph-! GNNFPH-!” Stupid, she should have kept her mouth shut. She shouldn’t have panicked and shouted. Now they had a gag shoved in her jaw. CLAMP! One that snapped shut hard, clamping around her snout. “Mmmr-!”
From there, she knew she’d already lost. She couldn’t fight so many off at once. “MMPH!” Something slapped against her sex, cold and metallic. ZAP! “GNNF-!” The robots were already trying to condition her, and they didn’t even have her fully cocooned yet.
KSSSSSH! Spray on latex, the stuff she’d only heard about. It smelled awful, stuck to her skin like tight glue, spread over her in a fine compressing layer. And they had more and more of the stuff. “NNNggguuu! Nnnffuugguuuuh!” She couldn’t even swear. CLAMP! A mitten clasped around one hand, then sprayed over. Now she just had one hand to use, and maybe if she kicked enough..
CLAMP!
ZZZAP!
“NNNFG-!”
Too fast. It was all happening too fast.
CLAMP! ZZZAP!
There were too many, swarming her, attaching- what the hell even are these things? Nipple rings? What were they…? ZZZZAP!
“AAAUGGGH!-” She moaned in the gag hard, shocks to her chest, first one, then the other as it was sprayed over.
<”Do not struggle, you will be safe as a captive. Our guidance clamps will give you direction to travel while you are blinded by your new restraints. Follow the pulse of the restraining chest clamps, and you will be fine.”> One of the orbs ‘said’.
“Whu-uh-uuk?!” ZZzAP! “GNNNNR-!” They were going to blind her, and lead her like some kind of sled dog?! By her chest?! Is this what they did with everyone they captured?! “GRRHHH!”
More and more ground was lost. More and more spray on trapsuit covered her. Her situation was almost becoming completely useless. WHINE!
Before she knew it, the suit was complete. She was stuck, completely turned into a rubber doll. Only her eyes still visible. <”You will now be further enclosed within a cocoon. Do not fight.”>
WHACK!
WHAM!
“Hey! Offa her!”
CRACK!
KER-SLAM!
‘What?!’ Svetlana looked up in surprise and shock. Someone- someone in a detective’s trechcoat stood above her. A hero? Was it one of the rumored ‘Henshin’ heroes of the wastelands?
“Heya. Sorry I got here so late, miss.” The Detective Hornwright leaned over. “I see you’re in a bit of a bind here. Nothing I can do to get you out of all that rubber now. But maybe, just maybe- you and I can help each other out. I saw a bunch of other huskies being dragged off in a capture wagon south. Likely heading to Domitus. Ever hear of it?”
Svetlana nodded, unable to do much else thanks to the trapsuit catsuit that had formed around her.
“Peaches, wonderful. Then you know we can still save those others, and yourself. Get you out of all that tight kinkwear. You just need to help me infiltrate the city of Domitus. Deal?”
Svetlana thought a moment… then reached out a mittened paw. Detective Hornwright extended their own hand. Shaking hands. “A binding agreement. Heh. Binding. Get it? Ah, terrible humor, I know.”
Journal for the commission set!
https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10908928/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1200 x 675px
File Size 982.1 kB
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