Fight Back

You feel yourself being lifted upward by your neck, the hand of the intruding stranger clenched around your neck, holding you as if you were no heavier than a doll.

You can’t breath….you begin to feel lightheaded….this is too much….you don’t know what will happen….hell, if you lose consciousness, you may never wake up again!

This primal sense of panic, of survival, fills you and triggers you to try and fight back. But given the fact that you are gagged, arms bound behind your back, and clad heat-to-toe in soft, skin hugging spandex….the odds are not in your favor.

All you can do is kick your hosed legs and try and buck your spandex-clad hips. As you have been lifted to eye level with the creature, you kick wildly at the upper legs and lower abdomen of your assailant…but your spandex-clad feet seem to bounce harmlessly off the creature, your best efforts making no impact. The creature tilts their head slightly, then you feel an electric jolt from your bulging orbs and encaged little boy as the creature pinches your trapped manhood.

The pain is worse than anything else you’ve experienced before. Your shining yellow legs suddenly shoot straight downward, almost like they were converted to stone beneath their tight spandex covering, your toes curling, your Lycra-clad knees turning inwards….but you can’t stop the pain! You try to pull your chastity-clad member backwards, away from the cruel hands….but you can’t! Your manhood, your “literal” manhood, is trapped in the hands of this intruder, whose iron-clad grip is not letting them go.

You try to shout, to cry for help, cry for mercy, cry for…anything…but nothing is getting past your gag.

You look into the face of the creature, or what should have been its face; instead, you see a human head completely covered by black latex, so shiny that it reflects the yellow of your own Zentai suit.

Tears are welling up in your eyes….you are beginning to fade…

“Naughty little wiggle worm, aren’t we?” The creature’s voice, feminine and soft, completely unbothered, as if your strongest exertions to break free are of little consequence to this towering creature.

At this, the creature pushed you into the nearest wall. Now, you are pinned by your neck up against the wall, your spandex-clad back and bum pressed against the hard surface (your cuffed hands pinned in between), the soft smooth material of your full-body tights unable to create any real friction that might help you fend off your attacker.

You try wo wriggle out, but the hand around your throat is immovable, and the hand squeezing your caged little boy is unrelenting. Your spandex hips are pinned in place, and you can’t turn them to protect yourself…all you can do is slide your legs uselessly against the wall, or vainly try and kick your attacker…

“Pathetic,” the female voice again coos to you, “I’m going to enjoy punishing your spandex encased ass, and making you squirm inside those tights….here, at my home, or elsewhere….if I allow you to ever wake up again!”

You moan in fear (the moan well-gagged so as to not create any sound), and buck your spandex hips one last time, more like a “hump” into the alien woman’s hands…you feel something wet in the palm of her hand that is holding your caged manhood (you’re so scared, or turned on, that you’ve dribbled something out of your little boy), your spandex legs hanging uselessly as you fade away, hoping beyond hope that you will wake to whatever fate this dominatrix has in store for you…