You think you’re clear

You steady yourself and focus for a moment, to listen if anyone’s nearby, only to hear silence. You try to keep that focus and stand up, but your horniness is too much, you can barely think. You desperately crawl on your hands(paws) and knees through the grass, trying your best to just get through. The sensations, the teasing tingling, the latex feeling like it’s moving on it’s own stimulating your cock and your bum, it’s far too much. You can only crawl for a few minutes, just long enough to get out of the grass and into the tree line. I.... I think I see... the Citadel Skyline.... might be your last coherent thought before your next orgasm tears through you, what feels like straight minutes of pleasure to the point of ****. Your body is hyper-sensitive to the latex, and you can’t escape the warm feeling as it stimulates every single inch of your body. After a few minutes of cumming your brains out, you pass out in a pool of your own gooey cum on the jungle floor.

An hour or two later you wake up, as you try to get up, something’s wrong, your legs aren’t bending. You look back to realize your legs are now bound like the skunkette’s, with your shins wrapped up parallel to your thighs, leaving you stuck on your knees, in a seamless one piece bitchsuit. You whimper out in annoyance and aching arousal, you’re still hot and worked up from that orgasm. You crawl again as far as you can, each step you make pleasuring you and working your body up, you feel so warm you can’t think straight, you can hardly think of anything besides cumming and escaping the forest. You make it another 20 feet, just to the edge of the latex jungle, right as you begin to cum again.

No no no no NO!!! Please I’m so close, please I don’t wanna cum anymore I just wanna get out of this latex..... nooo.... aaaahhh... t-tooo much... aaaaaAAAAH, your protesting slurs and blurs until it’s just incoherent moaning. You continue to cum, even longer than last time, all thoughts blanking out of your head. After what feels like an hour-long orgasm, you once again collapse on the ground, only 10 feet from the end of the latex jungle.

In a miraculous turn of events, your friend Morgen, a witch residing in the Citadel, is out at the edge of the field collecting mushrooms and various plants for potions, when she spots you from across green pasture, just barely sticking out from the latex treeline. She rushes over to you, and recognizes your face, but not your body. Oh dear, they must’ve done a really nasty number to you, she coos at you, still asleep. She looks down to see your cock trailing a large puddle of cum, she smirks deviously, oh my Erika, I had no idea you were such a dirty girl… She uses a spell making you temporarily weightless, and carries you back to her home with in the Citadel walls. Before walking away, she spots a package about 20 feet behind you, and grabs it for you. Still making the delivery rounds huh Erika, with your luck with traps and peril, I’m surprised this package survived as long as it did, She giggles to herself and heads back.

A few hours later you wake up groggy on a comfortable couch in a dimly lit room that resembles a study. You try to rub your eyes, realizing your arms are bound up skunk-style and you frantically ask aloud “w-what happened to me?! where am I?”. Your witch friend Morgen appears behind you with a warm cup of tea. “You’re at my place you goof, you’re lucky I found you, it’s not easy for adventurers to make it out of the latex jungle ya know” she says in a lecturing tone. Normally you hate being talked down to, but you’re just happy to be free of that place, thought you miss the mindnumbing arousal of it all already. “And the skunks really did a number on you, look at that bitchsuit!! Naughty girl… Now drink up you, that tea is gonna reverse the effects of the latex goo, you’ll be out of that suit and back to normal in about an hour” morgen says with a smile, brewing something in the corner of the room. “Oh, I have your package too, you can deliver it in the morning.” “Wow, you really saved me. Thanks so much Morg, how could I ever repay you?” You respond inquisitively. She ponders for a moment, and her eyes are naturally drawn to your thick, surprisingly still hard, latex-encased cock. You forgot you’ve been encased with your thick cock hanging out this whole time. Oh gods, Morgen’s never even seen you naked before, and here you are fully exposed like the rubber pervert you secretly are. Your face flushes red and you look down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact. After a moment of scanning you, and taking in the embarrassment of your situation, she smiles, “Well, how about after you drop off that delivery tomorrow, we can meet up for lunch, and after that we can come back here and I can experiment with some latex potions... you seem to have some experience now after all.”

Gulp. This is gonna be a long week.