Flight! (Getting The Hell Out)

You are not here to be a possed doll's next victim. You hastily turn yourself around, removing the fabrics from view and sprint for safety, the exit only a few feet away. Just as you make it with only a few inches left, a thick red fabric wraps around your waist and jerks you back, cutting your escape short.

You try to fight it and free yourself when others dash forward and constrict around your forearms and calves. You keep pushing for the door until they pull you off the ground and send you flying back into the bed. Once you land they tighten and **** your limbs straight against the mattress as the curtains around the bed slowly close. You strain against them, trying to get some kind of hold on the situation or free at least one of your arms only for the fabric to press them back down and thicken. You keep struggling against them in vain but stop once you see the Doll, lying beside you, holding her head up with her arm and putting her other hand under her elbow. She giggles in a raspy but feminine voice, seemingly entertained by your escape attempts as she slowly runs her hand down your side and stops at your crotch where she rubs her fingers in a circle on the thin leather between her and your cock. She then proceeds to toss your sword and sheild away to the curtains as they hit it and fall to the floor with a whoosh and clank. She climbs on top of you, brandishing a small but sharp knife she seems to have acquired from nowhere instantaneouly. Not for combat, more of kitchen or recreational use. You think she is going until she brings it down gently to the surface of the leather and starts to cut away at it, but not you. She slides the knife down your arms and legs, and to your chest, bursting your armor open like a cocoon, humming a slow and cheerful tune the whole time. She slides it out from under you as the fabrics around your limbs coil and tighten closer to your torso. The one around your waist climbs up your chest and wraps you up in the cloth. It is smooth and soft caressing your body in a silk or cashmere and swaddling you like a infant in a blanket. It makes it hard to denie your erection as it rubs and crawls over your skin. It doesn't stop until your head, hands, feet, and crotch are the only things left open to the cold dungeon air.

Your cock twitches to life as the fabrics tighten and squeeze on your body not to the point of crushing or suffocation but still uncomfortable. She sits there on top of your legs, looking at your cock as you can't stop it from growing and calling for her view. She then takes it in her hand, gripping it with her cloth fingers and rug like palm. It is warm and soft despite her being made of rags, and plants pulses of loving heat and touch into your skin. She slowly slides it up and down while still not dropping the smile, the creepy unnerving smile. Somehow, this makes you harder and pushes you to a full erection. The thought of being trapped in this sock puppet's hands, unable to resist or flee seems to arouse you. Her hands are like heated silk blankets massaging out your want and arousal and leaving a lust that berros deep into your flesh, making you want more as it spreads. You groan involuntarily at a very high volume causing her to take notice. She continues to stroke you while leaning in and onto your chest as she tries to steal a kiss.

You turn your head away until a strap wraps around your forehead and makes you face her as she dives into your mouth. Somehow, her mouth is wet and feels like some kind of rubber or elastic, maybe even latex. Her left hand holds your cheek while the other keeps forcing a build-up of pressure under the head of your cock. Her tongue forces around yours as it stretches and spins in a spring. Her lips still have wool strings over them but the lips themselves are made of the same rubber material. Her kiss is wet and sloppy, smearing saliva over your face as you fight but inch your way into submission. You don't know how, but she seems to know every weak spot on your cock to push you fast on the trail to ejaculation. You try to hold back but she won't have any of it as she increases her speed and really tickles the head. You can only moan in her mouth as she slides the spunk right out of you with her hand, letting it splatter all over your lap and on her legs. You squirt out like a fountain, unable to stop and only able to squirm while the waterworks wet the bed. Once you stop she retracts her tongue and lets you go from her rubber lips. She gives you a cute little smile, still keeping her left hand on your cheek and almost looking of approval. Sucking the cum from her fingers, she hugs your chest and snuggles up to you, face pushed to yours with her button eyes somehow closed and her smile getting bigger. She stays there, snuggling up to you for ten minutes until she looks at you again. Suddenly, she has an idea.

She sits up and crawls off the bed before heading behind the curtains, swaying her tight ass and hips. You strain against the fabrics but can't even lift half an inch off the mattress. You're trapped and wrapped up tight like a gift, almost mummified. You hear ripping, tearing, and a few opening dressers until she comes back holding something in her hands that catches your eyes.