Not a Great Hiding Spot... (Trophy Room)

Dashing about and avoiding a flurry of darts, your eyes search desperately for somewhere to hide.

You spot a large rock by a clearing as you **** your way through the jungle paths, cursing to yourself at the ridiculous plight in which you find yourself.

The rock could be a decent place to hide... or maybe behind a tree?

"Such a spirited hunt! I am blessed that you survived long enough to find your way into my Safari Room... soon you'll be a fine addition to my collection, my dear beastie..."

Eugh. So gross!

No way you're going to be part of some gross fetish collection! Gotta hide before it's too late...

The rock seems too obvious. better go for the tree.

You square up against the trunk and try to make yourself as thin as you can so your silhouette is obscured. You focus hard on your breathing, trying your best not to make a sound as the horrid creature slinks about nearby

As you finally hear him pass, you let out a sigh of relief.

No sooner has the air left your lips you hear sound.

thwip!!

You let out a squeak of surprise as you feel a small pinch in your right shoulder.

You turn your head, dawning horror coming over you as you see a tiny syringe with clear liquid sticking out of you. The fluid inside draining from the containing and into your body.

You reach up to grab it and pull it out, but your movement feels sluggish... you see your hand in fuzzy triplicate as your senses fail you and wooziness overtakes your addled mind.

"Ahhh... but a sporting hunt it was... now then little beast... let the nice calm over take you... go ... to... sleep..."

You can barely hear his words as your eyelids flutter and grow heavy, and you fall to the ground with a crumpled thud...

The fire place warms you as you come to. You blink away the sleepiness and try to crane your neck to look around, but find it difficult to do so. Along the walls there are countless dozens of girls, mounted to the walls, all perfectly alive, of course. Their heads stick through trophy racks on the walls, with their bare feet dangling and flailing harmlessly underneath them as they struggle in vain.

As your awareness comes back to you, you realize with horror your own plight. You are much like them - utterly trapped and feeling helpless as you wriggle and writhe in vain trying to get free. Their gazes look horrified as they look on helplessly at you - you can sense the pity in their eyes, knowing what comes next.

You cannot feel the rest of yourself. Either magicked away by some strange alien technology or else simply numbed behind the wall you're attached to. Your cries of protest are muffled by a gag in your mouth, and as you look to your left and your right you notice your own barefeet are waving about in front of you. While the rest of your body can't be felt, you find the soles of your feet have become oddly sensitive... the crackling flames in the far away fireplace and the gentle wisps of the airflow of the room enough to make you scrunch your toes instinctively - no doubt the result of that horrid alien pervert's meddling!

Another few minutes of waving your feet by the ankles, exercising as much control over your limited body as you have access to by wiggling your toes hither and tither, you head a dark chuckling noise in your mind's ear. All your struggles are doing is entertaining your fetishistic captor, who no doubt delights in the site of you fussing with your feet from your mounted spot on the wall.

"That's all you are now, you know? Just a pretty face and a cute pair of feet. You're my trophy. You'd better get used to it..."

You find your eyes watering in defeat as you wail in sorrow into your gag. You weakly wish to yourself you'd succumbed to a trap that might have robbed you of your awareness, rather than end up a painfully conscious trophy on this cretinous alien's wall.

The loathsome feathery creature undulates into the room like a slug. You notice him finish affixing a new pair of ballet flats to his chord - no doubt claimed from your own feet shortly after your capture and presumed transformation, however it was achieved.

He slithers past a human girl who is posed, entirely naked save for a childish looking furry hood with bear ears wrapped around her head. Her arms are overhead and fingers posed like angry claws and her face an expression of mock ferocity - but the tears you see welling in her eyes tell you that he is every bit as aware of her state as the rest of you are. Her forepaw/leg is raised up in the air, giving the alien the opportunity to tickle it with one of his nose-limbs as he slides past, the captive girl's eyes widening though no noise escapes, clearly able to feel the tickling sensation though not able to break free from her ridiculous pose.

"Don't be too upset, my newest conquest... you put up more of a fight than most. Staying as a wall mounted trophy may be too little a place of honour for such a prize..."

Your eyes light up... is he going to let you go!?

"No... I think I'll have to find something better for you... I haven't decided what to make your permanent place here, nor how to accomplish the transformation... but this trophy room can get drafty in the colder parts of the year..."

He moves up close and leans into your face, tickling your helpless soles and sending a chorus of uncontrolled giggles through your gag, in spite of yourself.

"... maybe you can be a rug or something."

If you could feel your heart right now, it would have sank.