CONTINUING FROM The Witch and the Iron Maiden CH00.
Story 1: Slime
Chapter 1: The Slime, the Witch, and the Coffin
The lid closed.
Forever.
The coffin's lid magically sealed itself shut preventing anyone from entering or exiting. The Iron Maiden was magically engineered to keep its captive alive forever.
Impenetrable, unbreakable, inescapable.
Isabella is alone in the coffin. A faint glow emanates from the surrounding wood. She can feel it's smooth surgace press against her back. The coffin has a slight tilt to it, it isn't level. Isabella leans back and tries to digest what had just happened.
She murmurs in a low whiney voice, "But I passed the test... I just tripped. This isn't fair! I passed!" Her voice rises to a scream of defiance with a hint of begging.
Silence answers her.
She begins to cry.
Her tears stretch down her face and drip onto the floor. She cries out, "Please, please, don't let me die here! Please!" Silence. Isabella's sobs fade into whimpers.
The sound of her tears against the floor of the Iron Maiden is soon mixed with the sound of water dripping from the ceiling. Momentarily distracted, the new source of water catches her attention. She turns her head to look at the ceiling.
She whispers in confusion, "it's leaking?"
Water drips onto her. It begins to run down the side of the coffin and pool on the floor below. Isabella's eyes widen. The drop above her was growing, the tension of its surface refused to break. She realizes this is not water, it was something else, something foreign to her.
"What is that?" She says in a quiet, panicked tone. Each of the Iron Maiden's comes with their own form of sexual torture, the hundreds of detailed carving showed Isabella that. So she knew better than to expect anything different from her own.
Her skin crawls as she feels the cold liquid travel down her skin as the drop continues to grow above her. She slouches down as far into the base of the coffin as she can, tucking her head between her legs. The large liquid mass now touching her shoulder as she leans as far away from the dangling entity as she can. The thing stretches and begins to elongate down onto her chest.
It begins to crawl up her cloak, stretching towards her neck.
Isabella can hear it slithering over her clothes, leaving a trail of slime behind it as it grasps for her windpipe. It licks the skin of her neck as she struggles to escape the slime's grasp, trying to force her chin away from the seemingly sentient slime.
The blob of slime responds by wrapping itself around her waist. It starts to pull her back and hold her against the back of the coffin. Isabella tries to fight it off, but it seems to be having more success than she is as it spreads itself across her clothes.
Isabella unlaces her traveling cloak and drops it to the floor, causing the slime to fall with it. Isabella stomps on the translucent creature, scattering its gelatinous form across the base of the Iron Maiden.
Within seconds, the slime reforms into two halves and grasps at Isabella's legs. Isabella screams in panic as the slimes begin soaking themselves into her leggings. The slime is too entwined in the fabric for her to kick them off but she tries anyways. The slime soaked leggings feels glued to her legs. Looking down at her feet, she sees that they are coated in the slime as well. "No no no no!" She yells as she sees her leggings are now completely covered in a layer of slime. Her panic swells as the slime completely coats the lower half of her body.
The slime halts its advancement at Isabella's stomach. She freezes in place, not daring to trigger the slime's next advance. Thankfully, the slime does not move, it stands its ground and seems to make itself comfortable.
Isabella takes a few deep breaths and managed to calm down a little after a minute of inactivity. She allows her body to relax a little, which doesn't seem to affect the slime in any way.
Isabella doesn't realize that the slime has done exactly what it intended to do, it had complete control of her lower body. Her legs were no longer her own, they were the slime's territory now. To Isabella, her leggings had a slight shine to them as they clung tightly to her form. However, she couldn't bend her legs, or even wiggle her toes. Her lower body seemed completely frozen, outside of her own control, as if she was paralyzed. She didn't dare touch the substance with her bare hands anymore, realizing how lucky she was that it didn't cover her arms as well.
The slime appeared to have solidified, making Isabella's legs stuck in a stiff extended position. She lifted her sweater and noted that the slime didn't travel past her belly button. But the slime seemed to have completely fused with her leggings.
Isabella realized she needed to act fast while she still could. She remembered that her wand was still on the floor. Thankfully, she was flexible enough to bend down and fish her wand out from underneath her discarded cloak.
Pointing her wand at her slime covered legs, she cast a flurry of spells to try and kill or weaken the slime. Spells of fire, paralysis, warding, water, you name it, none of it seemed to affect the hardened shell around her legs. Each one causing a flash of bright colorful light to flood the coffin, momentarily illuminating the growing hopelessness on Isabella's face. She decided to settle for a bubble charm around her lower body. That would at least keep the slime from spreading. She hoped.
The glowing pink bubble that now covered the lower half of the coffin vibrated softly with its protective aura. Isabella's belly was the only thing allowed to penetrate the spell. The light vibrations tickled her soft underbelly and even forced a slight smile to cross her face.
Isabella made another dome of protection above her head to block off any other slime from entering her Iron Maiden. She didn't see any visible cracks or entrance from where the slime had emerged. She figured a magical item as powerful and treacherous as an Iron Maiden wouldn't have such an accessible flaw. Sadly, she was correct.
Isabella's mind raced with thoughts of possible escapes, weaknesses and limits to the slime and the Iron Maiden itself. She knew time was limited, the slime must be the sexual torture element of her Iron Maiden. If she didn't act fast enough, the lid of her Iron Maiden will have her carved face moaning and cumming for the rest of time. She'll just be another immortal fuck toy sealed away in her own little coffin.
"What am I going to do!!!" She groaned as she pulled her own hair in frustration. She couldn't think of a way to escape this prison without killing herself. But she couldn't even die in the coffin, so that wasn't even an option. Her hands started to shake, and her mouth went dry as the familiar feeling of panic started to settle in.
She began to feel a slight pressure near her crotch. Her heart sank as she looked down and saw the front of her leggings begin to stretch out like something was growing beneath them.
"No no no no, not yet! I need more time!" Isabella pleaded to the silent slime creature. A massive cylinder shape stretches her leggings outward as it positions itself against her crotch. The slime covered leggings seem to tighten and hold her thighs open as the cylinder rounds at the tip and lightly presses against her entrance. Isabella sucks her stomach upward in a fruitless attempt to get away from the growing advances. Isabella is helpless to stop it.
Her eyes widen in terror as she feels the slimy invader slowly advances its cylindrical shape against her crotch. Isabella whimpers as she feels the creature soak through her underwear and begin to penetrate her with no resistance. Her leggings tighten around her waist and hold her legs open as the slime holds her in place to guarantee its success.
She gasps in horror as the inside of her pussy fails to reject the slime. The massive 3-inch wide cylinder slides deeper and deeper into Isabella as the realization that she can no longer escape the slime's advances sinks in.
"Oh my GOD!!!" Isabella screamed as the slime forced its way into her unprotected pussy. The slime fills her entire vagina with its mass as it explores its new home. Isabella is helpless to stop the slime from penetrating through her cervix and settling in her uterus.
The slime cannot travel further, as it seems to assess its host's limitations. Isabella's body would've been damaged and torn if it wasn't for the Iron Maiden's blessing of immortality. Her vagina seemed to stretch and adjust to welcome to the slime's massive size. Isabella was surprised that she didn't experience any pain. It was definitely uncomfortable and strange to feel her insides swell up. She could even see her stomach bulge upwards from the slime filling her body.
Isabella was shocked that she felt no physical changes. Her body felt as it had been before the slime entered her. She slightly wished that she felt pain during the ordeal, it would've distracted her from the small spikes of pleasure that forced her to jolt several times as the slime stretched her entrance.
