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Abduction

by Feder

for Rahka

Rahka loved summer nights like this one, not too cold... stars out, perfect night for to go jogging. He stood at the street corner and did his preliminary stretches. Being a cat, he didn't have to do much to limber himself up, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to be safe. He took a swig from his water bottle, put his mp3 player on shuffle, check to make sure his phone was on... and he stepped off the cracked curbside and off he went on his usual jogging route. As he picked up a good pace, his tail flicked back and forth behind him in sync with the music, his teal fur looking nearly iridescent in the glare of the street lights.

Yes, it was going to be a good night for a jog. Already there were signs of nightlife stirring, cars whizzing by, lines forming outside of bars and clubs looking for a good time, everywhere around Rahka was lit up by neon signs and street lamps. Finally, Rahka reached the park. Rahka always did like jogging in the park, it was the quiet, the smell of freshly tended grass and water, the clean air... everything about the local park was entirely pleasant. The teal cat stopped for another drink of water and to untangle his earbuds, then he cut across the grass to reach the dirt trail winding through the park. Aside from a few other joggers, he was alone. The solitude didn't bother Rahka, rather he enjoyed it most of all. He was alone with his thoughts and the best of Pearl Clam's first two albums.

He was halfway through his favorite song when he looked up and saw a long, reddish pink sheer of light course through the sky, leaving a trail of dark purple smoke behind it as it sailed down, down. Rahka brought his arm up in anticipation of the crash and he heard it, even through the music piping into his ears. A thunderous, roaring crash and the ground shook under his feet. A thick column of violet and black smoke trickled upwards into the night sky, looking like a great snake slithering its way up a tree.

Rahka cautiously made his way towards the smoke pillar, he knew very well what curiosity did to cats, but he couldn't help himself. How many chances was he going to get to see a real meteor that fell to Earth? Or at least he figured it was a meteor... It was much more likely to be a wrecked plane, but he was willing to let his imagination wander for the time being.

As he raced towards the crash site, his nose picked up the smell of ash and burnt rubber, stinging his nostrils and sending his whiskers into a twitching fit. It was the kind of stink that caught in the back of one's throat and stayed there for hours. It was deeply unpleasant and only got more and more odious as he drew near the site of the calamity.

His violet eyes were watering as he approached the crash site. The cool night air was tainted by the thick purplish smoke, little embers of burnt grass and debris lining the rim of the impact crater. The acrid fumes spurned Rahka into a coughing fit that lasted a good while, leaving his chest sore and his eyes stinging.

Finally, he looked down inside the gaping, singed divot left in the ground. The crater was roughly the size of a parking space, and a good couple feet deep or so he guessed in his mind. As he covered his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie, Rahka's gaze fell upon a curious shape. Inside the impact crater was a round metal capsule, roughly three feet in diameter and fashioned out of a blued metal that had been mostly blackened by the heat . The cat could just make out a hatch on the front, with a cracked glass porthole recessed into the metal. For a very uncomfortable few seconds Rahka stared at the curious thing, not sure what he was expecting it to do or whether he should even be so close to it. For all he knew, it was radioactive or leaking toxic fumes... and that would explain the smell. The teal-furred cat was pondering whether to get a stick and poking it was a good idea when the hatch gave a loud, dry hiss like a vacuum-sealed package opening and began to open from the inside.

Rahka lept back, his tail frizzed up in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes, he had actually seen an alien space craft! In his mind, it couldn't be anything else. As the hatch creaked open, rahka's nose could pick up the smell of something dry and antiseptic, like the scent of a hospital waiting room. Something big and dark bubbled and oozed out of the strange craft, gazing at the cat with a pair of bright yellow eyes. It made a wet, gurgling hissing sound and Rahka turned and ran. It was the discovery of a lifetime, but he wasn't going to die for it.

He ran and ran back towards the main walking path, the cat's heart beat in his chest like a warm drum. His mind was a flurry of half thoughts:

"What was that?" "Gotta get away!" "Is it behind me?"

The cat's foot caught on a thick, gnarled root just as he reached the edge of the walking trail. His mind had a split-second to process the ground sailing towards him as he lost balance. He hit the dirt with a painful, dull thud, his nose stung, his legs were sore... it took Rahka a second to get back up and when he did, he found himself face-to-face with a very peculiar creature.

The creature was tall, towering over the teal feline as he stood before it. Instead of legs, it had a single, thick serpentine tail like that of an enormous snake. Rahka's eyes caught the creature's chest, and it was clear whatever it was, it was a female of the species. The top of her serpentine tail was shaped like a pair of hourglass hips with the waist being comparatively narrow, and its chest... its chest sported a pair of big, shiny perky breasts that easily exceeded a D cup. The creature's body seemed to be cast in solid black rubber, shiny and slick looking. Her arms were toned and muscular, but still very lithe and graceful, and her snake-like head sat atop a long neck, with a cobra-like hood adding to her imposing stature.

She smiled and flicked out her forked, purple tongue as she scanned over the cat with piercing yellow eyes, its slit pupils almost felt like they were staring right through Rahka. It slithered towards the cat, every movement powerful and graceful, almost like it was an animate river flowing towards him. He backed away slowly, carefully... until he felt his back against a tree with the snake woman still approaching.

"You..." She said in a voice that was an intoxicating mix of sensual and predatory, "...will make a fine specimen."

Rahka felt his fur raise on the back of his neck, his claws were out as he assumed a defensive stance, arms up in front of him, still back against the oak tree. "What are you? Stay.. stay back!" He said, trying and failing to keep the fear out of his voice.

"Oh come now, is that any way to greet your new master?" The creature whipped forward and lashed its tail around the cat's ankles, wrapping around and around his legs so quickly that he didn't even have time to process the idea of resisting. Before he knew it, the snake alien had him bound up to his waist with plenty of serpent tail to spare. And that's when Rahka remembered something. He had read about a creature called the lamia, which resembled what was now holding him hostage. It wasn't the best theory but its all he had and he didn't know if he would ever have the chance to figure out exactly what it was.

"Anything to say, slave?" The lamia said, teasing the cat's cheek with her tongue. She held up a round, shiny pink thing in her clawed hand, looking like a squish ball blown up to roughly the size of a baseball. Rahka squirmed and thrashed around, trying to pull his legs free of the lamia's coils but her grip was like a steel vice, completely unyielding.

The alien chuckled, giving the pink orb a squeeze, sending little rivulets of pink latex running down her arm. "Feisty... that's good."

"I'll... Let me go!" The cat growled, still struggling impotently to free himself.

"It's always more fun to break the fighters." She said, her voice practically dripping with sensual power. She wanted him, and she would take him. Rahka barely had enough time to flinch when the lamia threw the rubber ball at him with an overhanded pitch. It struck the cat's chest with a loud, wet splat like a water balloon hitting a wall. He cried out and instinctively grabbed at the pink rubbery sludge running down the front of his hoodie to wipe it off, only for the stuff to thicken and cling to his paws as he pulled and clawed at it, only managing to spread it farther and get his paws stuck up.

The lamia released the cat, letting him fall to his knees on the grass, chuckling as she watched him thrash around, trying to free his arms as the rubber crept up towards his shoulders and down his waist. The soft fabric of his hoodie hissed and melted away, becoming more pink rubber as Rahka continued to struggle. No matter how hard he pulled at it, the rubber stretched away in thick, ropy strands that wouldn't break but instead tense up like rubber bands, snapping his arms back as it spread over him.

"No!" He yelled, The stuff had already covered his upper body, rolling down over his tail and waist like lava pouring down the side of a volcano. "What... What is this?!" His nostrils could only smell the overpowering aroma of rubber. The smell stuck in the back of his throat, in his sinuses... his eyes misted up at the olfactory assault, it was like breathing in fresh car tires.

The pink flowed down his tail and up his neck in snake-like tendrils, Rahka's struggling slowed as his body tingled under the gentle touch of the latex. His cock throbbed under the rubber as it crept down his legs, forming a firm bulge under the soft, slippery pink rubber. The teal furred feline pawed and groped at the bulge, his cries and growls turning into muffled moans and pants as the rubber stretched itself over his muzzle, gagging him. Every inch of his body that the latex captured sent a shockwave of pleasure, of need, of white-hot electric sensation through Rahka's body. He wanted release, needed release, but the rubber kept release just out of reach. And as it it flowed over his feet, over his head... it became clear to him that he would not be allowed release for quite some time. It was terrifying to the cat, terrifying and maddening... and just a bit exciting.

And then, with a loud squeeeeaak, the suit sealed itself over him. Rahka was completely covered, unable to see or hear or smell but his sense of touch grew more and more sensitive by the second. Even the feeling of the cool night air on his latex-clad body sent a flash of pleasure through him.

He mewled and moaned as he groped at himself, but relief would not come, still so far away it was driving the cat positively mad. Then, his lamia captor grabbed the rubber over his face and stuck her fingers through it, sculpting new eyelids and a mouth for her captive. Rahka blinked once, twice... then he looked down at himself, coated entirely in pink rubber... equal parts bodysuit and second skin.

He gave the rubber on his arm a curious tug, feeling a rush as it stretched out and snapped back into shape perfectly. "What... what is this, what are you doing to me?" Rahka's rubber coated tail coiled cutely around his leg as he looked up at the lamia... his captor.

"Relax pet," She said, her voice a terrifying and oddly enticing mix of predatory lust and affectionate possessiveness. "This is the fun part."

The cat tried to run, to fight back, to do anything but stand there... and yet her glaring yellow eyes had something about them that kept him rooted firmly in place as the Lamia coiled around him, gently binding his legs and arms as she teasingly ran her clawed fingers over his body and face.

"Oh where are my manners," She said, tickling his neck with her long, forked tongue. "I haven't introduced myself to my new slave! I am Xellia, the future queen of this planet. And you?"

"I..." Rahka struggled to free himself, but in her rubbery coils his struggle was reduced to a feeble squirming.

"Why don't you unwind a little, my pet? I think you deserve a bit of a reward for being so cute, even if you did try to run away." The lamia's voice was teasing in a way that made the cat's fur bristle... why was he aroused? Why couldn't he stop looking at her?

"Listen to my voice, little pet. Listen to every word I say..." Already, as she spoke, Rahka felt the tension start to flow out of him, the cobra creature's rubbery scent was thick and heady as he breathed it in. It was actually pleasant, smooth and almost chocolaty. The teal cat's cock throbbed as her coils shift around him, teasing his sensitive latex-coated bulge until he was again at the very edge of going off, with release still kept just out of his grasp.

He turned away and she gripped his face with her hand, craning his head up so his violet eyes stared into her golden, glowing ones. Xellia's eyes were so warm... so inviting despite her intentions.

"My words are so easy to listen to and understand, aren't they?" She whispered, and her voice echoed around in his head. "For being so good, for listening to them... you deserve a reward." And Xelia released her tail's grip on her feline pray, letting him sink backwards until her was lying in her coiled tail. "That's right, stretch out and sink into my soft, shiny coils." Xellia lovingly caressed Rahka's rubber-clad belly as she spoke , as he got more and more lost staring up into her headlight-yellow eyes."The more relaxed you are, the easier this will be for both of us...and it'd make your queen ever so happy. You want to make your queen happy, don't you?"

"This is wrong..." the cat muttered weakly, gosh her eyes were so pretty.. almost like topaz.

"Now, my pet..." Xellia said, gently stroking up and down Rahka's body, "As you relax, it's going to get harder to focus on anything but me... and thoughts are drifting in and out of your head. With every breath you take it'll be easier to focus on my words, and harder to focus on anything else. Breath in, pet."

And Rahka took a deep breath in, new thoughts and ideas trickling into his consciousness.

"And out..."

When he exhaled, he could feel more of his fear, his tension, his resistance seep away. It was wrong, he had to fight it... but did he really want to?

"You're such a good girl." The lamia cooed, stroking the cat's cheek. Rahka grinned, blushing beneath his rubber hood... but then he caught himself. Good girl?

"You're so good at this, letting my voice sink deeper and deeper into your fuzzy little head. Every word sinking into your mind, into your core... it's so relaxing, you like to relax... relax and let me take control."

Rahka felt his thoughts grow dull and fuzzy, he tried to fight the alien's spell but he liked to relax...

"If you're a good girl, I can make you what you always wanted to be... because my words..." Xellia made a dramatic sweeping gesture with her arms outstretched. "...are magic. Don't you feel it?"

Rahka nodded, the rubber was shifting around, he could no longer feel his fur under it... he tugged at the pink bodysuit feebly, feeling a ripple of pleasure every time it stretched out in his grip... and snapped back.

Xellia picked the rubber-coated cat up by the scruff of his neck, rubber squeaking against rubber. The sound made Rahka's ears perk up and his heart race. Everything felt so good, like every inch of his body was being pet by invisible hands.

"A good girl needs to look pretty for her queen... don't you agree?" She ran her hands down over the cat's hips, gently pressing into the rosy-colored latex with her black claws, getting another squeak out of the material and making Rahka's bulge throb red-hot. He nodded, but he didn't know why.

She began to run her fingers up his hips, making them flow out wider... then down again, making the feline's ass and thighs plump up softer and thicker, forming more and more of a sensual, squeezable pear shape. A strained, needy moan escaped the cat's gritted teeth. It was wrong for it to feel so good...was it? Maybe he should just relax like his queen-his captor said.

As Xellia finished shaping her captive's bum and hips, her arms migrated up, stroking and sculpting and kneading at his waist and belly. Beneath her soft, squeaky touch, the cat's belly flattened and his waist narrowed, making his plump ass and thick hips all the more noticeable, and his body all the more feminine. Her arms slipped back down to his legs, kneading and shaping them to be softer, more elegant and more curvy as a weak mewl was Rahka's only response. Looking down at his rubberized body, everything below his chest looked like absolutely unmistakably female except for the throbbing, rock hard bulge between his legs. And yet, despite what was happening to him, Rahka couldn't bring himself to be afraid anymore. Maybe this wasn't so bad... being Queen Xellia's slave.

No... no no no... He wasn't going to give in just yet. "Keep it together..." the cat scolded himself as he tried to corral his scattered and muddled thoughts into something resembling order. The lamia lifted his feet up in the air as he laid back in her coils helpless as a newborn kitten. He could only moan as she massaged his paws into a daintier, girlier shape. She flicked her tongue out, tickling his dainty toes as he let out another moan, she saw his paws grope at the bulge in his rubber skinsuit and chuckled.

"If you're a good girl, you'll get to cum."

That was welcome to the cat's ears. Good girls got to cum, he could figure out how to get away from her later, he just needed the release so bad. It was worth a bit of dignity...

"I'll be a good girl." Rahka said meekly.

"Are you sure?" Xellia teased, "You don't sound like you will, come on pet... beg for it."

Rahka's tail flicked nervously. "But I...."

"Beg."

Oh, fine... The cat took a deep breath, swallowed his bruised pride and, looked up at the lamia with big, kitten eyes.

"Please, Mistress! I'll be a good girl!" He said, instantly surprising himself. What came out of him wasn't acted, no it was genuine begging that she somehow squeezed out of him. "I'll do whatever you ask of me, my Queen! Please!"

She chuckled, stroking up and down his legs with the tip of her tail. "Good girl, now let's get you finished up." She took his hands in hers, gently but firmly squeezing and kneading them from the finger tips down into a shape more in-line with the rest of his body: blunted little round-tipped claws, delicated little fingers, and soft rubber pads on his palms that were a darker shade of pink than the rest of his suit. she worked her way up his arms, smoothing away his meagre muscle tone and replacing it with gentle feminine curves. When she reached his shoulders, she gently pressed them inward, smoothing them out. She reached around Rahka's neck and traced a circle around..and around his neck, until a collar shaped itself out of the rubber suit and clasped itself shut with a heart shaped lock. "A good girl loves her Mistress." Xellia said, and Rahka smiled and nodded. Yes, she....no she.... no Rahka was a girl.

No no no, that wasn't right. Rahka knew what he was, but something was keeping him from saying it, even in his mind. As he struggled against the voices in his head chanting "good girl, good girl", she looped her fingers around his collar and pulled him into a deep, wet, squeaky kiss.

Her tongue coiled around his, the forked tip tickling back of his throat. The feline leaned into the kiss, letting her hold him up. It felt so easy to just let go... give in to whatever power she had over him. Easy, but what would be the consequences?

Xellia broke the kiss, a thin thread of saliva running from her lips to his, the rubber around the cat's mouth darkened as his lips thickened somewhat, becoming ever so slightly softer and plumper. Rahka blinked repeatedly as long, deep red eyelashes fluttered out from the latex, making his big eyes seem bigger and more womanly. "Good girl..." She said, "You're making so much progress, you're doing such a good job listening to my voice, being such a good girl... "

Every word she said filled the inside of the cat's mind, pushing more and more of his doubts, his fear, his resistance out. He leaned into her chest, nuzzling his face into her big, rubbery bosoms, and savoring the warmth of her body. Her scent was more delicious than ever, fresh rubber with a hint of chocolate and musk.

She chuckled. "Oh you're so playful! But before you can enjoy your Queen's body..." Xellia grabbed him and reclined on her back, guiding his face into the moist slit just above the top of her serpent tail. "... You're going to have to earn it."

And Rahka all to happily started licking away, probing his tongue into her slick, dripping folds as she gave an approving moan. She wrapped her tail around him, embracing him in her arms and coils. Xellia held his head down, running her hands over his slick pink head, tugging and stroking his feline ears. Rahka licked and sucked at her dripping sex, savoring every note of her musky, rubbery sex. His rough tongue gently massaged her g-spot as Xellia whispered gentle words of encouragement as she neared her climax, groping and tugging at his neglected bulge.

And when she came, her fluids covered his face. Rahka pulled away, licking the dripping sex from his lips and whiskers. Xellia laid back panting and hissing happily. "Good work, pet..." She ran a hand over his bulge, giving it a firm and naughty squeeze.

"...I think you deserve this."

Then the storm broke. With a mere thought, Xellia sent a flash of pure pleasure through Rahka's body, growing in intensity as she stroked and pumped his rubber-coated shaft. As she pumped up and down on it, the enthralled feline bucked his hips into her warm grasp as he moaned and whispered her name over and over again, The ecstasy of the act was overshadowed by the fact he had pleased his Mistress and Queen. Whatever vestige of resistance to her charms Rahka still had was obliterated. He needed her, needed her approval and love. The feline rubbed his body against hers, every inch of his rubbery body that came into contact with hers felt so good. Every part of him...her was so sensitive, and her touch alone put him over the edge into mindless, quivering sexual bliss. Nothing mattered but their act of coupling, and as she stroked and teased at her cock, she forgot where he was and what he...she had been doing before he met his lovely Queen.

"Who do you belong to?" Xellia said.

"You!" Rahka moaned.

"Who?"

"I belong to you, my Queen!" And when Rahka said that, the dam burst. Every nerve ending in her rubber-coated pink body was alight with pure electric joy as he came messily, her seed spurting all over Xellia's chest. Shee came load after hot, sticky load until she was spent utterly. Spent... but satisfied to the core. The feline's conditioning had locked into place in his moment of climax, nothing mattered but Xellia anymore.

"You're such a good girl..." Xellia said as she reclined on the grass, herself tired from breaking her new slave in. "Though you did make quite a mess, you should really clean it up."

Rahka nodded, wordlessly crawling on top of her and wiping her own spunk off her shiny black chest and belly with a stray piece of cloth that once was part of his hoodie, some part o the cat knew she would be a slave for life but she didn't mind, she didn't mind at all. The feline was just happy being useful to her. Xellia coiled her tail around her slave, and she laid her head on her chest as she drifted off to the best sleep she ever had.

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Rahka hummed a little song to herself as she scrubbed the floors of the house Xellia had claimed as her den. It was an expensive house, three stories tall and out in the countryside surrounded by dense pine forest, but with the lamia's special brand of persuasion, she got it for almost nothing. The feline's dainty paws deftly and gracefully worked as she made sure every part of his Queen's home was absolutely spotless. She would reward the effeminate little cat for his efforts, but the real joy was in the act of serving her perfect Mistress. Xellia had gone out looking for new slaves, telling Rahka of her wonderful plans for the world.

She would bring everyone together in one big, disciplined family. And Rahka, being such a good girl would be her pet and personal maid, the first and favorite of all the lamia's flock. Every so often, the Lamia would remember little things, like going for a walk, teal fur... but those memories faded as soon as they were recalled, without significance or context. All that mattered was that she was a good girl.

Every so often, her paws would drift down to her bulge, squeezing and stroking it as she thought of all the new sisters Xellia would give her, how pleased the serpent would be when she saw how clean her home was. But she never got off, wouldn't dream of getting off without the say-so of her Queen. Rahka's pleasure was meaningless without her Mistress's own. Sure, the outside world would look at her and shake their heads, but what did they know? It was them who were misguided. The cat finished up on the floors and went to work on the dusting, flitting around the house dusting and wiping every surface she could reach. She had just finished the third floor study, having cleaned the mahogany writing desk to a near-mirror shine with some polish and a rag when she heard the door open downstairs, the sound of Xellia's voice and footsteps, two pairs of new footsteps.

Rahka wasted no time. She bounded downstairs with a smile on her face and her arms open to the pair of rubberized thralls that Xellia had so graciously welcomed into the fold. The feeling among them was of long lost family being welcomed back home at last. The new slaves were a tall and slender vixen and a curvy, shorter beaver boy. Both feminized and coated in a layer of bright pink rubber. They gathered in the den and hugged, greeting each other as Xellia looked on in quiet approval. Conquering this planet would be easier than she had thought.