Pale Skin, Perilous Sticky

Morganna’s bare feet made no sound on the cold stone as she crept forward in the old sunken temple. Her long blue dress showed off powerful thighs, and if the viewer was so inclined, they could trace the path down from her thigh to her calf and to her bare feeet. Beside her, Fantom moved with a similar grace but a more bored attitude. She was not interested in being here. She had complained ad nauseum about looking for old sources of power (and how it would be SO much easier to just TAKE the power from someone else!)[br]Fantom's green eyes darted through the shadows, staring at a strange-looking gem in a side-room. Fantom and Morganna were both interested in at least... CHECKING IT OUT. What if it wasn't cursed? What if it was loot?[br]It was loot. It was also quite trapped. From hidden pores in the walls and ceiling, strands of viscous, translucent purple fluid were quickly sprayed at the two women. Thicker than spiderwebs or water, glossier too, it was like warm, magical latexy goo.[br]“Down!” Fantom hissed, but Morgie and Fantom both were easily in the line of fire and there'd be no dodging it.[br]A thick rope of the stuff caught Morganna across the waist, yanking her off her her feet at first while another strand splattered against Fantom’s chest, the impact staggering her. The substance was VERY adhesive on contact, clinging instantly to fabric and skin and quickly grabbing the both of them.[br]"Oh come ON!" Morgie started to thrash out of it, her formidable muscles curling up to use some classic brute force. She pushed against the gooey strand binding her midsection, but her hands sank into it, becoming trapped. The more she strained, the more the substance seemed to stretch and come alove, wrapping another coil around her wrists with a soft, wet schlorp sound. It forced her arms to her sides... then went for Fantom.[br]The ninja jumped through the air but landed one foot quarely in a puddle of the slowly spreading pool beneath the pedestal. A sharp, frustrated breath escaped her. Well shit. Her bare foot, clad only in the fishnet, was sealed to the floor. The purple goo oozed over her toes, between them, locking her soles in place![br]Morganna saw her predicament. “Fantom! Your feet!”[br]“Yeah I KNOW. They're my FEET.” Fantom shot back, pulling hard. Her leg muscles corded, but her foot didn’t budge an inch. It was like it had been welded to the stone. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prick at her calm. She pulled again, a grunt of effort tearing from her throat. Her body shivered and muscles twitched as she strained harder and harder![br]Thicker streams descended on them, spraying again from the walls! One slapped across Morganna’s mouth, silencing her next curse. It spread, covering her lips, sealing them shut with some rather intense pressure. Her eyes went wide above the shiny purple gag. Another coiled around her thighs, binding them together.[br]"MNNGGH!"[br]Fantom fared no better. A strand caught her across the mouth and chin, plastering itself. She tried to turn her head, to protest, but the stuff hardened just enough to be inflexible, molding perfectly to the lower half of her face. A muffled, angry sound was all she could manage.[br]"NNGGGH?"[br]"MMNGG HNGNG HMMMMMMNGH!"[br]The conversation was going well.[br]They were both anchored now, stuck fast. Morganna, several feet away, was bound at the waist, wrists, and mouth, her powerful form held in a strained, leaning pose. Fantom was rooted by one foot, with bonds around her other ankle, her thighs, and her torso, the purple goo stark against her pale skin and dark clothing.[br]The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged, nasal breaths. Then, Morganna’s body tensed. A deep, resonant tremble ran through her—a full-bodied heave against her bonds. Her back arched, her shoulders pulled, every defined muscle in her arms and back standing out. The bonds stretched, thinning for a terrifying, hopeful moment… aaaaaaaaand it as no good, as she snapped back with a soft, wet noise, yanking her into an even tighter, more restrictive posture.[br]She let out a muffled cry of frustration into her gag.[br]"Hmmrhphph...."[br]Fantom watched, then tested her own prison. She planted her free foot and pushed, her entire body becoming a line of tension. The goo around her torso and thighs stretched, glistening. She pushed further, her green eyes slitted with focus, a low sound of effort vibrating in her sealed throat. She gained an inch or two before the SLAP sound effect indicated that she too was QUITE stuck.[br]They were close enough now that Morganna could see the fine sheen of sweat on Fantom’s pale skin, could see the rapid flutter of a pulse in her throat. Fantom could see sly look on her vampiric features, eyes glowing (literally?) with rage![br]A final, thin trickle of the substance descended, landing on the narrow space between them. It pooled, then stretched into a single, gleaming strand that connected Morganna’s bound waist to Fantom’s exposed hip. It pulled gently, drawing them another inch closer.... and soon their bodies were close to touching. They grunted and groaned and squeaked and squirmed, but the soft and sticky tension just kept them close and tight and getting closer...
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