Aileana 01 - Encasement
#2 of Aileana
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Aileana 01 - Encasement.
She couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep. As far as she could tell, her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything more than what she normally could when they were closed while in pitch black darkness. She couldn't hear anything except the normal background noise her eardrums produced while in a very quiet room with earplugs stuck into the canals.
"Okay," she thought, "I'm having a waking dream or something. That's all. No reason to panic. Just get up, Aileana, got another day ahead of 'ya." She tried to prop her head up but found that she couldn't. That slight, failed effort also indicated that her mouth was open, but when she tried to move her jaw she found that she couldn't. There was something there, filling her mouth, but she couldn't taste it or smell it. In fact, she couldn't taste or smell anything at all. But her sense of touch was still active, somehow. The thing filling and prying open her mouth felt slick on her tongue, and maybe a little gooey.
Upon deciding that she was actually awake, she took stock of her body. Her sense of balance still appeared to be active and it told her she was fully upright, but this told her nothing - at 4'8'' and 95 pounds it wouldn't be difficult to restrain her. Her legs were spread a little over shoulder-length apart, and her arms were about a foot away from her waist at the wrists. Her paws were all in a comfortable, natural position, but her digits were all open - she couldn't bring them together.
She realized that same slick, gooey sensation was all over every square inch of her body, and that she hadn't noticed it before because of how uniform the sensation felt. The only difference was, it was pressing against her body; not exactly squeezing her, and definitely not crushing her, but tight enough that, if it was clothing, it was club wear. Two years ago, she'd gone on a scuba diving vacation, and the wet suit she'd worn then was slightly less constricting than this. But she was able to move then, so long as she could resist the push of that beautifully blue water, and the sensation now was similar to what she felt on the ocean floor, some 30 feet down. Now, try as she might, she couldn't move. At all.
She was still breathing, somehow, but not through her nose. Whatever was surrounding her, pressing her, it was doing the same over her nostrils. The thing that filled her mouth, though, was also delivering air into her lungs. By now it was safe to assume that she wasn't at home, or anywhere familiar. The pangs of vulnerability began to pinch her, running up her spine into her head and jaw and lips.
Her heart began to beat faster, now that she was more aware, and her breathing began to increase. Rational thought slipped away. Her lungs begged for more air, but the thing in her mouth wasn't providing any more air than before. After a minute of this, panic set in. Her head began to hurt. She felt the pangs of thirst in her cheeks and acid slipping up her esophagus. But the thing wouldn't have any of it. Realizing this, she tried to calm herself down. All those stress-relief techniques she learned to deal with work were useless unless she could calm herself down.
It took what felt like hours, but her lungs were eventually satisfied with the amount of air they received. Picturing herself swimming through a brilliant blue sea was working, if only temporarily. In fact it was her default happy place, despite her being a mouse anthro - she just imagined being nearly at the ocean floor and looking around, instead of near the surface and looking down. The sensation wasn't anything close to being the same, but it worked. And now that she was becoming accustomed to it, she noticed that it was at a comfortable temperature - surprisingly comfortable, in fact. She perceived it to be slightly above room temperature...
Before she could dwell on why, or even how, that might be, she felt a vibration all over her body. The... thing was waking? The feeling on her skin (and unless it was somehow not pressing the fur into her skin, she suspected that she was shaved bare) was one of soft excitement, if that was even possible. For the first time, she felt like the thing was a living creature, but it didn't give her the chance to think about it.
While the material surrounding her continued to stay relatively inert, the thing in her mouth began to pulsate, and whereas it had merely filled her mouth before it now began to push against the insides. (Aileana learned this way that it actually went down into her throat, essentially deep-throating her.) But the worst part...
She'd concluded that she was naked when she became aware of the stuff around her, but it never really occurred to her just how defenseless she actually was until she felt a deep longing in her body. She needed something, and what with the sudden onset of this powerful need it took a minute for her to recognize it as a heat. Which made no sense - she'd gotten an implant that would severely limit the usual symptoms or remove them altogether - but it still washed over her in waves. The unstoppable tide rose and rose, the warm feeling rising and pushing through her body until she felt the need to fuck throughout her teeth.
After (subjective) hours of this torture, the material obliged. While her mind was screaming out for sex, she barely registered the mass of stuff poking at the folds of her pussy. She did, strangely, snap back to reality when she felt twisting, vibrating motions alternating between pressure and vacuum on her clit and nipples. Then she felt the cock in her mouth (as she couldn't think of it as anything else by now) pump back and forth, slowly and patiently.
All over her body, she felt touches and nips. There was a suction on her paws and toes, like a tongue and mouth eagerly treating each digit to a private cleaning. The backs of her knees, already weak and buttery from the heat, were getting light, feathery tickles. Her neck and shoulders were getting the most nips, each one reminding her, through her nerves, that the thing had her at its mercy - sweet, pleasurable mercy. The sensation on her large, sensitive ears was one of a hundred soft tongues, all swirling around like they were trying to stimulate each individual nerve ending there.
She wanted to feel something in her, or at least cum. With all that the thing was doing to her, it was only penetrating her mouth and not assaulting her nipples and clit enough. While the full-body stimulation helped distract her from the primal need to get fucked, it wasn't enough. The need got stronger and stronger with each passing moment of pleasure, until it surpassed everything else.
Aileana felt her conscious mind go away, as though she was falling asleep, replaced by her dreaming mind - and it strongly desired sexual congress of some sort, whilst coming to the conclusion, apropos of nothing, that the thing must at some level have desired the same. She still wasn't able to move at all, but she tried to push and struggle against the stuff, to try and goad it into vaginally and/or anally penetrating her with something - anything!
And suddenly, it gave in to her needs.
With everything else going on, she barely felt the thin tentacle, not much thicker than a pencil, work its way up her pussy. Nor did she really notice a similar tentacle snake into her tailhole, quietly making its way up her rectum. And how could she? By this point, had her mouth been allowed to operate normally, she would have been panting and drooling. (As it was, the cock in her mouth was providing her with the marathon quantity of air she needed while the encasement as a whole absorbed what excretions she produced - not that she was anything close to a state of mind in which such a thing might matter.)
But she noticed when they began to expand, pulsating as they stretched against her nether gateways. And she certainly noticed when they began to twist, rotating halfway before turning the other way. It didn't take long before they were fighting against her internal muscles for space until she was filled to capacity. When they were at least 8 inches long (which, under normal circumstances, was far more than her pussy could handle) the three cocks started pumping in and out like proper cocks, fucking her gently at first, but gradually becoming rougher and slightly abusive in that wonderful way her body had been desiring for some time. They produced their own lubricant (not a huge difference for her pussy or throat, but her tailhole appreciated the gesture), enough to fuck her without bleeding but leaving just enough tantalizing resistance between her and the cocks.
The ultimate result was that Aileana felt like she was imprisoned in a world of sensual pleasure by the tongues and mouths of hundreds of males of varying species, most of them working to tease the entirety of her unusually sensitive skin, while three well-hung specialists were attempting to please the oppressive heat out of her by pounding her mouth, tailhole, and pussy with their cocks. If she could have a conscious thought at this point, it would be to have some way of returning the favor - after the fact, of course. But she was already long gone. Her first orgasm hit after the cocks started thrusting, on the third full-power thrust onto her cervix. What was left of her mind exploded in helpless pleasure, and with no other senses to rely on, continued to cascade higher and higher into orgasmic bliss. There was no consciousness or unconsciousness for her - there was only bliss.
The thing continued to 'fuck' her for some time, not particularly caring how the little mouse felt so long as she produced orgasms it could feed on. Eventually, it was full.
...She couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep. As far as she could tell, her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything more than what she normally could when they were closed while in pitch black darkness...
--Nextro, 9/2010. For SoFurry.