For Love of Wine and Song
For Love of Wine and Song
Entry for Hypnodome 2
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First draft: 07 July 08
Contest Submission date: 09 July 08
Open Distribution Date: 07 September 08
Disclaimer: This story is (c) Sable Gryphon (ebongryphon at hotmail dot com)
This story contains sexual acts and includes, but not limited to, Bondage, Domination, Humiliation, Encasement, and Latex. Please, do not read this story if you are underage. It will be here when you are of legal age.
This story was created for Hypnodome 2; a competition for the Mind Control edition of Legend of the Green Dragon, a free, online, mind control based role-playing game. You can find it at http://www.hypnodragon.de/referral.php?r=Sable%20Gryphon
Redistribution is AUTHORIZED for non-commercial purposes and only if the disclaimer and copyright information is also redistributed with the story in an unaltered state.
Special thanks to Rebecca and Icefox for proofreading and suggestions.
Feedback is always desired.
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A cool wind blew through the forest, caressing across Sable's scaled brow. The breeze was full of the scent of trees mingled with the sweet perfume of wildflowers. It rustled leaves and toyed with the long grasses of the clearing. Sable loved the woods, regardless of how many dangerous beings prowled its twisting paths and made their homes in the shade of its great trees.
The dragon's reverie shattered as the sound of something crashing through the underbrush assaulted her ears. Cursing softly for the ruined tranquility, she turned her black scaled head to focus on the sound. Her golden eyes narrowed as her intent gaze focused on a wildly shaking bush.
Sable's forked tongue tested the air, the dragoness' eyes growing wide at the scent her dear friend Delilah. A figure fell through the brush, collapsing into the long grass, vanishing from sight. Sable rushed over to where her friend lay prone, pausing at the sight greeting her. The rabbit was covered in deep red latex, entirely coated except for two small nose holes. The sight of her mouth held in a silent scream wrenched at Sable's gut.
Sable kneeled down beside her friend, tentatively reaching out with her taloned hand, stroking across the bunny's shoulder. The figure laid still, breathing shallow through the small holes, unresponsive to the touch. Panic built up in the dragon's throat as she quickly searched the prone figure, alarmed when she found no means to remove the suit.
Minutes passed before Sable convinced herself that her friend was physically unharmed, if encased and unconscious. A loud roar sounded deep in the woods, muffled by the trees, sending Sable's heart into her throat and reminding her of the dangers of the forest. With a soft grunt the dragon heaved the prone form over her shoulder, a soft muffled moan escaping the latex covered rabbit. The deep roar again tore through the forest, chasing the pair as they slipped back to town.
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Sable looked at the scrap of paper in her hand with a sigh. Delilah was in the Sacred Mind hospital, resting. The doctors had cut the latex off her head, taking fur with it as the hairs had molded into the latex. They had found a large plug had filled her mouth. Smaller plugs in the ears had robbed her of sound. The doctors were afraid removing more latex might hurt her, so they refused until they knew more. She was still unconscious, and the doctors had believed she would not awaken any time soon. Unable to do anything, the dragon had asked around town and found her friend had been traveling to the north along an old trail. So here she was, at the head of the trail, trying to find the cause of her state.
The forest was slowly reclaiming the trail. What had once been a great highway was now little more than a less dense section of woods. Small, tough plants grew through ground that had been hard packed for years. Small trees had started to grow in the center, where the traffic had been lighter, slowly reclaiming what had been torn from their leafy grasp so long ago. The dragon slowly made her way down the trail, scowling as branches grasped at her wings and caught in the two long horns spiraling back from her head.
Time passed strangely. The overhanging trees only let the sun through in isolated columns, obscuring its trek through the sky. The only sounds were those of her own passing, either muffled by the brush or magnified by the silence, making the dragon jumpy and nervous. The heavy scent of pine obscured all else. Her nerves singing with tension, Sable actually jumped when the trees open, baring a large field covered in the ruins of a once great vineyard and winery. The ghost of rich red wine seemed to hang in the air, evoking thoughts of how treasured this place must have once been.
The dragon mentally kicked herself, shaking off such thoughts. Sable strode slowly up to the ruined building, her eyes looking over the abandoned structure. The second floor had long since collapsed, taking much of the first floor with it, leaving a pile of grayed timber sticking up like the bones of some great beast. A dark rectangle of a door was set into the standing section. The black dragoness' keen vision seized upon a small drop of dark red latex at the threshold of the door.
She knelt down, touching it with a claw tip, and looking up into the blackness. Standing, she ducked her horns under the door frame, pulling her wings tight to slip inside. The glow of her eyes magnified, filling the dim interior with a golden light.
The room must have once been a great hall. Ancient tables still filled the space, some having collapsed from age and time, others gnawed upon. Little else remains and Sable starts to turn to leave until, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a set of descending stairs, forgotten in the corner. Her eyes narrowed, taking in the scene as she turned and tread over broken furniture and unidentifiable refuse. Once sturdy steps sank into the ground, the aged wood robbed of its strength by time and neglect.
The dragoness pondered turning back here, but memories of her friend flashed through her, spurning her onward. She tested the first step before trusting it with her weight and trying the second one. She worked her way down slowly, amazed that each step supports her weight. She sighed in relief when her scaled foot touched the cool ground, the wall falling away from her left.
The underground room stretched the length of the once standing building. The entire area was filled with immense oak barrels, some having collapsed or broken, others standing whole. The room was damp, puddles covering the floor, smelling sharply of wine, grapes, and wood. The air was filled with moisture, making the dragoness shiver as it settled over her scales. The hulks of the barrels blocked much of her view. She started to walk forward, frowning as she starts wading through puddles of muck.
She passed through the room, working her way around the huge barrels. Finally, in the far corner of the room, she spied Delilah's pack. Anticipation flooded through her, knowing her friend had been here. The dragoness finds her leg stuck to the ground as she tried to move, almost pitching her forward.
Her cry of surprise echoed through the large chamber. The puddle she was standing in was not water but wine red latex, which held her fast. It was slowly sliding over her feet, covering her black scales. Sable struggled to free herself, careful not to lose her balance, but the latex held true. A whimper escaped her lips as the coated scales started to tingle, needing to be touched and caressed. Her eyes widened, watching the thin material of her breeches literally dissolve under the touch of the latex.
A splash pulled her attention away from the slow creep of the material. Before the dragoness stood a massive golem made of the same wine red latex. She gasped, pulling back, causing her wings to brush against her calves, which quickly became stuck. The latex started to creep up her large wings. A moan escaped from her lips as her scales ached to be touched, causing things low in her body to tighten.
Tearing her gaze away, Sable fought the sensations in her body. She felt an alien force emanate from the golem, pressing at her mind, willing her to submit. The desire to be a wondrous latex doll flashed through her head.
Sable took a deep breath, falling into a deep breathing exercise, letting the cool, damp air travel deep into her. The musk of old wine and wood helped to clear her mind. Sable began to beat back the foreign thoughts, ignoring the need from her legs, letting herself fall into a calm place in the center of her being. She started to press the force of her spirit against the creature, willing it to release her.
Her meditation shattered as the latex slithered over her hips. The dragoness threw her head back gasping as the latex spread her slit with a plug of latex, slowly sinking a shaft into her. Sensations of pleasure shot through the dragon as her tunnel was stretched, the latex filling every hidden place in her. She gasped as she felt another plug start to press in under her tail, slipping inside her tight entrance. The second plug expanded, pressing at the thin wall that separated the two shafts.
Whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to ignore the bliss radiating through her. She took a deep breath to sink back into that quiet place within her, but cried out as the shafts buried in her start to shift, driving her wild, leaving her panting and unable to focus.
She pulled her gaze up as the latex climbed her belly. The faceless golem seems to watch her intently as its thoughts poured over her. Her mind felt heavy, unfocused. Conflicting thoughts warred within her, leaving her confused and aroused.
She cried out as the tingling latex molded over her breasts, the material pinched and massaged her nipples in time to its shifting within her. She lost some time to the bliss, for the next thing she knew the material had covered everything from her neck down. She felt her wings trapped against her body. Her fingers had sealed together, making immobile mitts. The latex crept slowly up her neck. Her eyes opened, staring at the unmoving golem. She slowly bent to its will, admitting that her life would be perfect as a latex slave. Panic welled within her, starting to fight once more, as the creep covered her ears, sinking into them, forming small plugs to steal all sound.
Sable closed her eyes, feeling the tingling slide over her eyelids. As the material slid over her muzzle, it slipped inside, forming a large dildo. Her tongue caressed it of its own accord. The shafts, sunken deep within her, start to vibrate and move wildly. Waves of pleasure passed through her, rapidly building to a fevered pitch. A sharp pinch at her nipples sent her over the edge, screaming her orgasm around the latex shaft in her mouth, her mind collapsing under the pleasure and the golem's will. The last thought she remembered was the contentment and joy of being a latex slave.