DMC4 Luxuria - page 21

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Lights out babe!
One more page for chapter one. Then I'll do something else for a little while.

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Gloria stared up defiantly at the great Beast hovering above her. Her soft lips were gagged in tendrils, her arms were tied, and probing tentacles were wound around her long, smooth legs, forcing her to walk towards the Beast. Yet Gloria, after the humiliation of her capture, her all-too-quick recapture, and her manipulation by the Chimera Seed on her back, had found her reserves of willpower.

It didn't do her much good, of course. She was still powerless to escape her bonds. But her defiance held. That was, until she felt the tendrils between her ample breasts begin to pulse against her lovely, ebony skin. The creature that had wrapped her in its limbs was stirring. Gloria couldn't see it, but the red bud that made up the centre of the Seed was opening.

"Mmmmphh!" Gloria complained. All she could feel was the Seed gripping her more tightly, its tentacles moving back and forth above her breasts, round her slinky waist and all the way down Gloria's long, caressable legs. Nonetheless she kept her head held high, determined to - if nothing else - show that she was no weakling. But at that moment, the opened bud shot forth what looked like shimmering white spores from within itself. They burst out in a loud puff, swirling and rising around Gloria's body.

"Hhmmphh?" Gloria looked around at the shimmering particles floating about her, as they danced on the air. They were rather nice to look at. However, Gloria did not see what came with them: the particles were merely the visible part mixed into a colourless gas that the Seed had produced. And as she breathed it in, it began to perform the job for which it was intended.

"Strange..." Gloria thought. "I feel tired, I - what's going on?" Gloria's curvy body was becoming weak. Though she could not wriggle much against her bonds, she had at least needed to be held tightly to keep her in place. Now, though, Gloria could feel the tendrils relax their grip slightly. She gave her shoulders a shake, once again unable to keep her round, yielding breasts from jiggling, unsupported as they were by anything but the tightness of her revealing dress. But the shake was sluggish.

"Mmmphhh...mmmpphh..." Gloria whimpered, feeling increasingly drowsy as she breathed in more of the narcotising vapour. She could feel herself going weak at the knees, her curvy form growing soft, pliable as Gloria grew weaker. Her strength became drained to such a point that she would have fallen helplessly onto the floor had she not been being held up by the Chimera Seed that was drugging its winsome captive.

"Sleeping...sleeping gas..." Gloria hazily realised, all too late. "I'm...I'm becoming so weak...can't fight it..." She gazed forlornly up at the Beast above her, realising just how defeated she was. As Gloria looked at the mighty creature, she felt it represented a complete contrast to her own state. The Beast was powerful, fierce looking, its strong tail swishing from side to side. Gloria, on the other hand, had been made completely weak, her drugged body looking feminine and vulnerable, completely open to the predations of her captors, unable to move - unable now even to try to move as she sank ever deeper under the Seed's enchantment. "I'm so...so helpless..." With that thought, Gloria gave a long, soft moan, as her pale eyes fell shut, rendered completely unconscious.