pov: girl w/pussy, femsub, femdom, mutual nc (moderate), girl w/cock, sapphic sex, demonic lamia, hypnosis, sub being wrapped up in coils, breast hypnosis, cock hypnosis, spiral eyes, oral fixation, humiliation, anal, cocksucking, bimbofication, corruption elements
Nicole's Note: Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!
Vivi squirmed and wiggled as the coils began to snake up her bare calves. The way she was being held—straddling a vibrant red coil that was pulsing and sliding slowly, sensuously, between her asscheeks, holding her just high enough that her tiptoes could
barely
touch the ground—was as humiliating and degrading and objectifying as it was...
... really,
really
hot.
"Awww," Celeste was cooing, as the tail slithered slowly back and forth, drawing out little gasps that Vivi was helpless to hold in, "does my little bimbo
sssslut
like that?"
"N-Nuh-uh," Vivi gasped, struggling to keep her composure in spite of the circumstances. Specifically, the circumstances of being half-bound up in the coils of a sultry, buxom coil fiend who seemed very determined to goad her into meeting that spiraling gaze.
Vivi carefully kept her eyes on Celeste's breasts instead. She'd handled a coil fiend before—a hot little temptress by the name of Aphrodesia—and the memory, though oddly foggy, gave her hope. She was quite certain she'd triumphed easily there. She certainly couldn't recall it being close. "No, I-I'm just... it's just k-kind of... hot in the jungle, is, like, all."
She giggled. Right, she was supposed to be pretending to be a bimbo, so she could lure Celeste into one of her magical kisses. Luckily, her act hadn't slipped for a second!
"Oh?" Celeste's fulsome lips played upwards in a sly smile. She leaned in, her fingers creeping over Vivi's bare shoulders and playing with the only article of upper clothing Vivi was still wearing—a plain white bra, which Vivi had stripped down to earlier that day. "Aw, it
is
awfully hot, isn't it?" she murmured sympathetically. "And I'll bet the promise of getting to fill
sssome
of those lovely
holesss
of yours like a good
ssslut
is getting you even
hotter
, isn't it?"
"W-Whuh—" Vivi squirmed and barely held in a moan as the tail vbibrated between her legs again. She could feel the coils snaking up her thighs, now, and her hopeless struggles intensified as she desperately sought freedom from bindings that felt as strong as iron and as gentle as gossamer. "N-No, I-I just... just..."
"No?" Celeste cocked her head, a finger to her lips in mocking curiosity. "You mean you're hot, but you...
don't
want to cool off?"
"I... I..."
"You
like
being
hot
, don't you?" Celeste suggested sweetly, as her tight, warm, cozy coils slithered up Vivi's thighs and drew near her curvy hips.
"Sssuch
a little
ssslut
. You clearly
love
being all hot and horny and needy and
hopelessssly enssslaved
."
"N-No." Vivi bit her lip, staring determinedly at Celeste's breasts. She could see the coil fiend's eyes spiraling in the corners of her vision, and it was like the inexorable tug of a distant maelstrom, subtly and yet all-but-irresistible if she didn't dedicate all of her focus, every last
ounce
to it.
"No?" Celeste purred. Rhythmically, the coil fiend began to sway back and forth, bobbing her head in slow, low, languid arcs. Vivi carefully kept her eyes from meeting the demon's, instead focusing her attention squarely upon those breasts as they slowly jiggled, swayed, swung in time with the rhythm... "You mean you don't want to be
ssso
hot? You want to cool off?"
"Um... umm..." What would a bimbo say, Vivi wondered nervously? What would someone pretending to be a bimbo say?
Vivi could feel those delicate fingers trailing down, but she still gasped when the first made contact with her breasts. Her whole body felt so sensitive right now, and try as she might to squirm and struggle, the coils had reached her plump, luscious ass by this point, and being held up almost entirely by that tail she was uncomfortably straddling, wearing only a thong, it was getting all-but unbearable...
... and Celeste's breasts kept jiggling, bouncing, swaying, so slowly, so beautifully, so barely concealed by that little strip of sheer fabric...
... her lips parted slightly as she stared, almost drooling, transfixed by the sight, as those delicate fingertips began to trace loving spirals across her own breasts...
"You want to cool off," Celeste said soothingly, her voice so pretty and beautiful and sibilant and intoxicating and the sentence no longer a question. "You want me to help you get nice and comfortable, don't you,
sssweetie
?"
"Y... Y-Yes...?" Vivi felt unsure of herself, unsure even of what she was being asked but sensing that 'yes' was the right answer, 'yes' would be the answer that made her feel the most good, 'yes' was clearly the answer that would stand up to the beautiful, sonorous whispers that melted around her, flowed through her head...
... flowed through her mind, as the breasts bounced and squished together ever-so-slightly with every motion, Celeste's dainty, delicate fingertips slowly and intoxicatingly indulgently feeling up Vivi's own nipples through the thin fabric, slowly tracing lines across Vivi's bare flesh as they found the laces holding the bra in place...
"I mean," Vivi stammered, feeling unsure, hesitant, but feeling her struggles beginning to die down as the coils began a slow, wonderful, decadent massage of her ass, groping and squeezing and kneading with the utmost indulgence. A whimper escaped her as she felt the tail she was straddling sliding right along her pussy and asshole and
vibrating
against both, bringing the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever felt... "I mean, I... I just... just..."
"Just watch my
titsss
," Celeste instructed smugly, "like a
gooood ssslut
."
The tits bounced together with Celeste's gentle bobbing motions. Squished. Jiggled. So pretty. So... soft...
Good slut. Vivi whimpered at those two beautiful words. Her whole mind felt like it was melting as she felt the laces being slowly unraveled, and she realized dimly she was barely even squirming now. She was just...
... swaying...
... in time to the rhythm of those beautiful, luscious, perfect breasts...
... as her bra fell away, as the tail gave another little vibration to quell her whimper of protest, and she was left topless before the smirking demoness.
And still she stared, open-mouthed, at the pretty bouncing tits.
"My, my," Celeste hissed, beaming ear to ear in smug glee, "look at this!" She reached forward with both hands and cupped Vivi's now-naked breasts with a giggle. Vivi gasped, then moaned, as the demoness bounced and squeezed them together. The sensation of them being attended to... of them being
groped
and
used
... "She's
ssso transssfixed
by my pretty bouncy boobies, this cute little
sssucking
bimbo slut doesn't even remember to cover her own!~"
"Ohhh..." Vivi wriggled—not in struggle, though she told herself it was so, but in lust. She... gods, she
loved
her breasts being touched like that. Felt up. It was so degrading, so sexy, so
possessive
. As if Celeste... owned her.
She gasped. Oh, fuck, that sounded so hot. Being
owned
by this demoness... "No," she whimpered, "no, I'm nnnot... trans... fixed..."
She trailed off, eyes wide, her lips parting in a perfect 'o' shape like she was some sort of dumb cocksucking bimbo slut, as she stared at those beautiful breasts. Watched them bounce. Watched them sway.
They looked so flawless, especially in the dim light. So gorgeous and soft and squishy. So bouncy.
So pretty.
A longing sigh slipped from her pretty lips.
So...
hypnotic
...
"Good
ssslut
," Celeste teased, ignoring Vivi's weak, wordless objections, as the coils massaged every muscle in Vivi's lower body into a molten puddle,
"sssuch
a good,
gooood sssexy
little bimbo
ssslut
, giving in
jussst
because a pretty
demonessss
let you look at her perfect
breassstsss
..."
"N-No," Vivi whispered, trying to tear her gaze away, but every time she tried, the boobies seemed to bounce, and it felt so good to just... keep staring...
Yesss
," Celeste purred triumphantly. "
Jussst
a
ssslave
to my
breastsss
, aren't you? A
sssslave
to
titsss
..."
The tits bounced together. So soft. So pretty. "S-slave..." Vivi mumbled, her whole mind starting to blur, to bounce... "... to... tits..."
And hearing her own voice—so foggy with lust, so slurred and ... and humiliatingly horny...
... it gave Vivi some strength of will. Just barely enough to be indignant.
She glared and tore her eyes away and began thrashing desperately, even though she now realized her lower muscles were barely working now, too relaxed, too limp, too nicely massaged to go tense anymore. "
No!
" she burst out. "L-Let me go! I won't— give
innnn
—"
Her voice broke into a needy moan as the coil she was straddling slid across her asshole and pussy lips and vibrated with sinful pleasure. Her lips parted again, and she gazed stupidly up at the jungle canopy for what felt like a solid minute, stunned and dazed with pleasure. Oh, that felt so so
so
nice...
"Let you go?" Celeste giggled. "Oh, but are you
ssssure
you can
ssstand
on your own,
sssweetie
?"
She snapped back to focus. "Of—of course I can!" she insisted indignantly, trying to ignore a sudden tiny trace of doubt.
Celeste smirked at her, her eyes glimmering, as if she knew some great secret Vivi didn't. "But you're
sssure
you aren't
sssome
dumb
ssslutty
bimbo who
doesn't
know how weak she is?"
"Yes!" Vivi blurted. "Yes, of—of course..." She moaned and wiggled happily as the tail slid back and forth between her asscheeks, its tip just barely teasing her asshole, enticing, delectable in its steady, intense vibrations...
"Really?" Celeste's eyebrows arched.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Vivi thrashed and gasped and panted, sweaty, her whole mind ablaze with pleasure.
Celeste giggled. "Okay, then,
sssweetie
," the demoness cooed patronizingly, "if you're totally
sssure
!"
And she dropped Vivi to the ground, the coils binding her body briefly loosening—but the length between her asscheeks, pressed up against her thong, still very much present.
Vivi staggered. Stumbled. It took every ounce of her strength not to fall. She bit her lip and screwed all her strength, then straightened and glared defiantly straight ahead—
—right at Celeste's pretty breasts.
Celeste's hands were on them now, groping, fondling.
Bouncing them together with an intoxicating, hypnotic rhythm...
"Yesss..."
Celeste purred, as the tail between Vivi's legs vibrated and thrummed with hell's lust, "... you like these, don't you?"
