-Ruby prison-
Please be aware of the story contains relatively extreme adult material dealing with themes such as BDSM, degradation and parasitical encapsulation set in a fantasy world reminiscent of the D&D franchise. All actions described are completely fictional and all characters are 18+
Thanks to Leah G for assistance in editing
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Stealthily gliding through the dark dungeon, the beautiful elven woman moved without a whisper. Carefully placed feet seemed to dance over the rough hewn floor of crude rock, avoiding slabs slick with moisture and buckled by twisting roots. She wore tight fitting and finely wrought leather armour that encased long limbs. Her waist-long golden hair was bound up tightly above her head, exposing a long, pale neck and pointed ears. Big dark eyes peered into the gloom, picking up faint traces of light given off by old illumination runes that sporadically studded the walls of the subterranean structure.
Evasil smiled to herself as she moved, contemplating her goal.
Uncovering the entrance to this long abandoned dungeon had been a complex and time-consuming task but it was soon all going to pay off. Rumours of a semi-mythical life gem contained somewhere within the structure had been swirling for decades. Formally the prized possession of a very reclusive cult, It had reportedly been used to heal any injury without cost or limitation. If this were true it's power was immense and anyone in the position to sell such an item was going to be very rich.
It had taken a particularly skilled group of adventurers to penetrate this far down through all of the magical defences of the dungeon and right now that group slept peacefully somewhere far behind as she raced on ahead, leaving them oblivious to the fact she had abandoned her watch. A smile played across her lips as she contemplated the prize and the pleasure of keeping it all to herself, completely unconcerned about betraying an adventuring party of dirty and untrustworthy humans.
The final gateway ponderously rumbled open as she manipulated the lock. Stepping in to a huge dark cavern her eyes were immediately drawn to a beam of red light in the centre, emanating from something large and red that twinkled invitingly on a raised platform.
Her long smooth limbs moved cautiously, her eyes locked on to the gem as she slowly drew closer, ears pricked for the slightest disturbance. As she approached she grew slightly concerned that the strange red beam of light seems to pulse in a darker and more unhealthy hue than what she expecting. A frown creased her pretty forehead, if it had been corrupted that would affect its value.
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The once supremely powerful life gem had indeed been corrupted. It fell along with its cult as they slid into debauchery, hedonism and greed, slowly gaining awareness and intent as it absorbed the lives of those who once used it, to the point it became a complex enough vessel to attract a lowly possessing demon spirit. Now it watches greedily as the elf approaches.
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The air grew warmer as she moved closer and she could hear a faint humming noise right on the edge of hearing. Her concerns mount but greed pushes her onwards, the deep lustrous red gem seemed to dance in her vision, sparkling invitingly.
She reaches out a hand...
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The red flash blinds and stuns her. Groggy, she stumbles back and rebounds off something hard. She instinctively springs backwards only to crash into another rock hard barrier, bouncing off onto the floor. She springs up immediately, her fighting instinct and natural reflexes taking over.
Glancing about wildly she perceives some sort of multi faceted prison of red glass, every surface reflecting inward creating a confusing kaleidoscope of colour. Experimentally she reaches out to press on the closest wall. It does not flex or give at all, it's like touching crystal but with an unsettling warmth. She quickly reaches out her other hand and explores the space. It's small, she can touch every surface when standing in the centre and likewise discovers the floor and ceiling seamlessly blend with the walls. Whipping out a blade, she viciously slashes at the nearest wall. It has no effect, not even scratching the diamond-hard surface.
Panic starts to press in on her as she begins to feel claustrophobic and trapped. She can see a distorted view through the red glass and notices it looks familiar, it takes her a few moments to realise she's looking outwards at the cavern she has just traversed. For a few confusing seconds she looks around then suddenly realise she is somehow now inside the gem!
She lets out a long and very descriptive curse in Elvish, frustration and anger fill her mind, what had she missed? Some sort of magical trap has obviously been triggered, but whether dimensional or material in nature she cannot discern. Her speciality revolves around stealth, thievery and occasionally stabbing people to help make her point, rather than the kind of magic that could result in her shrunk down and trapped in this ruby prison.
"Hello pretty thing"
A deep malevolent voice reverberates through her entire body. It seems to emanate from the very air around her, sounding almost human but with a buzzing distorted quality as if many people were speaking at exactly the same time.
Crouching down with her knives out Eversil glances around wildly, "show yourself!" She shouts confidently, but with an edge of fear creeping in. She has never been trapped like this before, so completely and without any backup
The Voice seemingly ignores her and continues to talk. "I'm so glad you've come. It's been centuries since I've had anyone to play with. I was hasty and used up my last playmate far too quickly, but I will not make that mistake again. We are going to have lots of fun together."
Evasil remained crouched in a defensive fighting position breathing heavily. She felt like she wasn't getting any air and the small space around her seems to heat up, sweat breaks out on her body as she tried to fight back panic.
"Demon! She spits, "release me!"
Hollow laughter echoed maddeningly around her, bouncing off the walls.
"Never."
Suddenly there was a lurch and she felt the floor shift and move as if turned liquid. She cried out, instinctively scrabbling at the walls, dropping her daggers in the process. As they hit the floor, they sunk down into the now-opaque glass as if through quicksand.
Looking down she noticed in horror that the floor seemed to writhe with long red sinuous forms. One slithered around her ankle and constricted, holding her fast. She screamed and punched it as hard as she could. Her fist feebly rebounded from the rubber-like flesh, leaving a smear of some clear jelly like substance on her hand.
"Pretty, pretty elf girl! So beautiful and all mine!" The voice rose and fell in cackling glee.
Eversli spun, placing her back against the wall she kicked viciously downward trying to free herself. The grasping tentacle showed absolutely no sign of having been hurt as it continued to twine and slither round her bare calf.
Panics spurred her on as she kicked and failed as the thing moved with slow deliberate and unwavering strength.
Sobbing and gasping for air in the hot little space she leaned against a wall taking huge ragged breaths, her head was spinning but she still managed to fly into another aggressive rage when she felt a second tendril grab her other foot. She spun, lashing out wildly.
"Now now, we don't want you hurting yourself" the voice came from all around her, sounding concerned and excited.
Suddenly more tentacles appeared, reaching through every surface all straining towards her. They almost filled the small space and she felt the probing, glistening appendages touch her from every direction.
"Stop, stop, please!" she begged as anger turned to fear, hot tears running down her cheeks
She felt the first tentacle slip downwards, nuzzling under her slipper, sliding it from her foot then wrapping around her ankle, the tip exploring the arch of her foot and leaving a trail of glistening liquid.
Suddenly they were all tugging at every shred of clothing, ripping and tearing where they could not easily remove, until she was naked and exposed, held immobile with arms clamped behind her and legs firmly bound together.
She sobbed in frustration, anger, and fear, naked breasts jiggling as she struggled. She squeezed her eyes shut as she was very slowly and thoroughly explored, the probing tips of the tentacles moving over her smooth skin and leaving her glistening.
"Perfect! The voice crooned, as the thin mobile tips of every tentacle slithered over her. She felt them methodically move and probe, slithering over her taught stomach, exploring her navel and spiraling around the globes of her breasts, squeezing and tugging as if every inch of her was being evaluated
She squealed and thrashed at the invasion as one large tentacle coiled around her slender neck then, lovingly traced the line of her jaw before stroking her cheek in gentle little motions.
Another smaller tentacle undulated down her arm and joined its fellows as every slim finger was wrapped in the slick appendages.
She felt them move over her thighs and pry between her legs, pushing in to everywhere they were denied. She clamped them together hard, twisting her hips and straining to bring her knees up.
"Open up for me pretty elf, I want all of you!" The voice was heavy with restrained excitement, almost shaking with childlike glee.
With slow deliberate strength her legs were pulled apart, forcing her quivering thighs open as she strained helplessly against the relentless movement. Not content with just opening her legs slightly, the tentacles continued to spread her wider and wider until she was at her limit, muscles taught and pussy fully exposed. She gave an inarticulate cry of wordless anger as she was held in this new position, she felt her plump pussy part and open slightly, affording a glimpse of delicate pink folds.
