Binding Dreams

LIGHTING THE CANDLE

The potion stood on the floor in front of me, as I knelt inside of the pentagram. The lights of my room were completely snuffed out and only the faint light of the candles illuminated what little could be seen of my ritual.

Good thing too... considering it has been forbidden for hundreds of years, even more so after we had all found out about The Seamstress.

It wasn't a simple spell, one that the rest of the necromancer guild forbid heartily, but, with them almost whipped out, what harm could they do? I needed it and I need to find this, Seamstress, and make her pay for what she did to my village.

I lit the match and stared at the small blaze that hat appeared. My heart was thumping with fear but I knew it would. I knew what I was going up against. But my family didn't give me the life they did, for me to simply let them be dealt with as they were. Broken and enslaved in their dreams, with their bodies remaining as empty, soulless husks.

Without much further thought, I let the match fall into the cup containing the potion and, with a swift gust of wind, all went dark. My heart hammered against my chest, my feet refusing to move as the darkness seemed to deepen into and out, a colorless mass that almost seemed alive.

Then, I heard the first drop, somewhere far off in the distance... and I knew that my spell had worked. My mind was now fully inside of her realm.

The emptiness around me seemed vast, unending. Like I could go in any direction and never find a single source of light or safety. But that was her domain and I had read enough about this eldritch being to be aware of her powers. An ancient scholar had written "once a foot has been set inside of her endless prison, all roads will lead to her. No matter where you go or what you seek, you will find her... or maybe, she will find you. But one thing is clear, she is as endless as her lair".

Taking a deep, deep breath, I set foot into a random direction. Before I even completed my first step, the darkness, almost gently, formed around me and a silhouette of a tunnel seemed to appear. My footing was unsteady and soft, slurpy and wet. But that didn't surprise me. I knew that her nightmarish home was made out of liquid latex and forbidden, erotic dreams. Dreams that swallowed my family and friends.

I will never forget the last day I had seen any of them. As they waved me goodbye to the Healer Academy. Mom with the cookies she always made... every Friday, dad with that axe across his shoulder that he carried around just as much as he carried me.

My friends from school, my little brother... all gone... and for what. So that the League, could find some ancient, fucking, item beneath our village. I know my academy had a treaty with them, but those never last, they always find a loop hole to fuck you over. To enslave you.

Well... today, the first of you falls. By my hand.

THE LATEX PRISON

The air grew stiff as I wandered deeper into the endless corridors and tunnels of her lair. I could still see nothing but the faint outlines of walls around me and the sticky ground. Even the ceiling dripped latex and I took great care so as not to get any upon myself. Who knows what trickery that demon had planned and what traps she had laid.

Then, just as I thought I might be going a bit loony, from the complete and utter silence of this dreamed dimension, I thought I heard a soft moan in the far off distance. It sounded almost human, but... different. It sounded... like one of those creaks you heard in the night and could not quite place.

My pace slowed and became more careful. I knew that I would end up meeting her at one point but caution is the only thing that would keep me alive in here. I crouched and got as close to the walls as I dared without actually touching them.

But then I felt the wall behind me... disappear. I was mere inches from it, I felt the latex bubbling behind me but then... it just stopped. I gulped, not daring to turn around to see what awaited me, what horror of The Seamstress lay behind me. Or... maybe I just could not bear to be in her presence.

Ideas of complete latex bondage, blissful surrender and endless orgasms ran through my mind for a split second, yet the carnage they left in their wake was felt even as I understood just what exactly I was looking at.

It was a simple cell, complete with latex bars and a plate next to it.

Hero K2415.

Was written upon it, in letters I could not exactly place or fathom... but was able to read. But then, my eyes focused on the silhouette inside of the cell. It was human, without a doubt, but not entirely.

It was, like the rest of this hellish place, covered in latex completely, but only his torso and head were visible. His arms seemed to be amputated and his lower half was stuck in the sticky, liquid, floor bellow. What could only be described as his dick, pulsated as the latex around it seemed alive and slurping whatever liquid he had left in him.

The sight was horrific, bone chilling and blood stopping... yet those same thoughts of submission and masochistic pleasure crept up from the subspace of my mind.

Before I allowed them to fester or grow, I sped up ahead. The echo of my footsteps echoed around me as, before I could even take a simple breath, I stood in front of another cell.

Prince Y97412

Again, the letters that I did not understand appeared in the latex next to the cell. Who where these people, and what has she done to them?

The prisoner inside of this cell was different. For one, he had all of his limbs attached and he was melted into the floor. But a different kind of **** was thrust upon him. Just as the hero from the previous cell, he was swallowed by latex. From his nose and mouth, ears and eyes, liquid latex poured, as tendrils of silk and seam, left the tip of his cock, making it bulge and throb.

Before more erotic and eldritch thoughts of impossible pleasures could threaten to overcome me, I hurried on ahead, not even daring to look back.

These people... they have been fully assimilated by The Seamstress... I cannot help them... but I can defeat her, so that they are the last victims she will ever have.

They were neither the last nor the first.

A voice tremored across my mind. I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart threatening to burst as my cock stood rigid the moment her first letter entered my mind.

I could simply let you wander this endless hallway, this prison of mine, until you fall to your knees and beg for me to appear. Only for me to instruct you to enter one of the cells, just like they have. Edged for eternity, never laying your eyes upon my perfection. Would you like that?

Her voice was rubber, sadism and erotica made whole, impossible to comprehend and yet fully enticing. Every word felt like a hammer that was pounding upon my sanity, and with every hit, the wall grew weaker.

"No! I came here to face you, demon!" I yelled at the darkness. Only a haughty laugh answered me.

Well then, let us see if you have what it takes to get to me.

With that, silence was all.

ENDING 1

(Skip this chapter if you want the hero to get to The Seamstress)

Silence rained for an eternity afterwards as he walked and walked and walked. The intoxicating smell of rubber and latex and the dominating feeling of surrender refused to leave his mind. Cell after cell, he walked by, at first trying not to look but not being able too.

Hero P52154 was hanging from the ceiling in a latex, body hugging, tube that pumped without end. The man, or... no, he was a hero once... wasn't even moving. He had completely given in... maybe I should too..

King L234 was made into a latex chair, his silhouette and frame were barely visible in the latex but, without a doubt, he was there. His rock hard cock sticking out from the cushion trembling for attention.

Princess U9214 was stuck inside of a latex blob, a giant orb that vibrated in the air. He could almost hear screams from within but he dared not stay and listen.

After a while he wished to stay and look at what her victims were made to do. he wished to see more of their suffering.

Unimportants A42572945209-42572945235 were stuck together across the wall of the cell, all melted into latex, all moaning and heaving in pleasure.

Cell after cell he heard the moans of bliss and oblivion and eldritch, unthinkable torment... and after god knows how many cells... he wished to finally find an empty one... to finally kneel before it and beg his mistress to accept him like she did the rest.

He was running now, pants long thrown away and humping his member, screaming into the darkness.

"MISTRESS!! MISTRESS PLEASE ACCEPT ME!! I SURRENDER!!!" His wails of pathetic submission fell on deaf ears as The Seamstress didn't respond nor did an empty cell appear. That, of course, did not stop his mind from whimpering and begging for latex, submission and torment.

He was completely gone now, thoughts of his family and friends, a distant memory, and one that didn't even seem his own.

"PLEASE!!!"

His screams reached no one and for the life of him he could not cum. Pump after pump of his cock led him not an inch closer to an orgasm until, finally, feeling drained both physically and mentally, he fell upon the latex floor.

"Please... I beg of you... I surrender... I am sorry I wished to defeat you, just... just take me... let me in..." He whimpered his pleads through the tiers of frustration and yearning. Finally, like saving grace, he heard her voice.

You wish to remain here forever?

Her voice was as unbending and covered in latex as before, but this time he knew what to say. Excited, he wished to scream her name and cum in a brilliant fountain of masochism.

"Yes!! Please!!!"

You will surrender your pleasure to me? Your mind, body and soul, to be used and toyed with or discarded as I see fit?

The evil in her words was plain a too hear, but he was too far gone, too deep in her ocean of liquid latex.

"Yesssss!!! Just, take me I beg of you!!!" He pleaded.

In that case... consider yourself, discarded.

Before the horror of her words could even be comprehended, a cell had formed around, or was it that he was sunk and molded into an existing one? He could not say but didn't care either. There was an entangled terror and lust within him, and neither could seize control as his new home started forming his bondaged prison.

"Goddess, come back, I need you!" Again, his screams were not answered. The latex of his cell took hold of him, entering his body through every whole it could find, while, in return, giving him mind bending pleasure through his penis and ass. As the latex molded him, stimulating his ears, mouth and nose in the process, making him feel endless satisfaction, his body had stopped resisting and simply lay in the embrace of the black rubber.

A few moments later, his movement was completely sealed, with his body being displayed next to several others. All of them had faces of pure ecstasy, stuck for eternity in the latex. Their cocks were the only other things seen, fidgeting and throbbing for attention. Attention that they will never get.

Never again did he hear the voice of his goddess nor did he ever get to cum. But he did feel eternal gratitude, to The Seamstress, for allowing him to be so pathetic.

Outside of his cell, a few simple writings stood.

Unimportant mages J4562-4571

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