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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 10, 2020 8:45:38 GMT -6
She breathed deeply, looking at the colors on her visions, and thinking about them in her mind like if she didn’t care at all.
Miraya knew what was about to happen next after the shot. The jungle girl didn’t felt anything from the release of the metal chair with the clamps nor from the thick, heavy straitjacket when the orderlies cocooned her back in tightly. Unlike the hypnotic app from the staff’s phone, the drug was powerful enough to make her feel numb like if she was dead, letting orderlies and later John to carry her like a child. The drugged wild girl felt like if the psychedelic colors dragged her into her visions and floating around in circles.
Although, she was gently placed onto the floor with her bare feet by the giant and heard his voice, she didn’t even made much of a response.
“Comfort a cute, little princess like me. Gimme a nice squeeze, master.” She droned randomly in her sexy tone, wobbling and squirming her trapped body slowly a bit with the unfinished crotch swinging. “I’m so pretty as the colors. Look at me.”
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Post by June on Jun 10, 2020 9:08:31 GMT -6
John, chuckling to himself, did as she seemed to ask and, draping his arm around her constrained waist, squeezed her tightly.
"Would you like me to get you out of that jacket?"
He asked, a look of bemusement coming over his face. He popped his phone out of his pocket and started the hypno-app, but with the sound muted, simply letting her look at it.
"Oh, yes you are as pretty as the colors... But the colors are pretty too, maybe you owe me a kiss for letting you see them..."
John ventured, getting more confident as he saw her enraptured and half-awake.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 10, 2020 9:31:27 GMT -6
The jungle gasped and grunted cutely from the crotch strap with each hard tug and a single click, lifting her heels up high as she could. The hypnotic drug made was made to have patients feel a certain kind of tightness as pleasure. However Miraya wasn’t bothered being tied up only by choice as long it wasn’t a force like her situation in the asylum - she knew she was adorable and beautiful enough for her snake friends and rivals to be in their coils other than the staff for her straitjacket. “That felt gooooood....”
Other than the colorful spirals, Miraya also saw the word “Kiss” on her visions with hearts spinning around. She lifted her head and heels up in front of John in a childish yet cute matter, making smoochy sounds with her lips.
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Post by June on Jun 10, 2020 10:07:28 GMT -6
John leaned down to Miraya's level and kissed her tentatively - and broke it off quickly. Even though he'd gone so far it still felt wrong... But he decided it was too late to stop now. He held the phone right in front of her eyes.
"You should run away from the asylum with me..."
He whispered to her, squeezing her again as he said so since she seemed to like it. But he was getting conscious of possibly being discovered soon, so after repeating himself a few times and waving the phone close to her face, he quickly pulled her out of the closet and took her to her cell, nearly forgetting to wake from trance. Forgetting the right term to bring the patient out of trance, he panicked and slapped her, shook her in her straitjacket, then quickly tossed her in the cell and locked the door behind him, footsteps pattering as he ran off.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 10, 2020 10:31:29 GMT -6
The soft kiss and squeezing from the giant orderly felt so comfortable to Miraya, moaning cutely like a wolf cub with the psychedelic spirals on her eyes and visions changed into a heart shape. “I’m sssssssooooo precious....”
When she was suddenly slapped by John on her face, the colorful spirals went quicker, seeing random words that made no sense in many sentences. In the jungle girl’s hypnotic blissful state, it looked thrilling and fun as swinging through the trees.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” She screamed excitedly from the John’s rough shakes and toss.
Within an hour, the colors were fading out until the trapped jungle girl’s view was back to normal, knowing she was laying down on the soft, spongy floor.
“I hate playing games with that b*****d.” She growled mildly with her eyebrows down in anger, referring to the doctor and her treatments, as she stood herself back up to sit on the left corner of the padded walls. “He is evil and sick twisted as the poachers, wanting to make me as a prisoner and a plaything simply because who I am.”
Once she sat on the corner, she looked up at the ceiling, knowing it was not only off but also could tell it was nighttime. She had no idea what will happen next after her stay in the asylum, seeing the human world as the unknown than a home. She thrashed wildly in her bulky jacket to find any possibilities to rip it into pieces for freedom, wiggling her bare legs and drumming them on floor with some loud grunts, and waving her black hair to shake her head.
“NO! NO! NO!” She screamed helplessly, letting out her own anger and wildness while struggling. “I need help and break free!”
She bumped on the corner up and down with her back dozen of times, making low monkey noises and breathing quickly with her legs bend up, and half of her face covered by her hair, until she finally stopped to rest and struggle again for later, breathing herself more deeply.
“I’m....in....Hell. Help me......please...” She whispered softy with a few pauses and her mind filled with sadness, anger and wildness.
The untamed jungle girl was truly mad.
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Post by June on Jun 10, 2020 10:38:06 GMT -6
The room was ear-ringing with silence. Here on the top floor of the facility, in a padded and soundproof room, nothing could be heard. With the lights off and no windows, it was pitch black as well. Other than the soft floor, only barely less comfortable than her bed, Miraya was practically sense-deprived. She could only feel and smell.
"Oh... There isssss help available..."
A voice, quiet at first, but then by the end of it's statement, too loud, spoke. It didn't echo, and didn't interrupt the ringing in Miraya's ears from the silence. She couldn't pintpoint the source despite no other sounds to distract her and her heightened senses from her upbringing and life in the jungle.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 10, 2020 13:30:16 GMT -6
The jungle girl squirmed in her tight, heavy straitjacket energetically again like a mad women on the padded corner, crying for help, until she stopped and heard an unfamiliar male voice. It sounded so chilling, Miraya shivered mildly with fear and hoping nothing bad happens to her, standing herself back up and off the padded corner.
“Who’s there?” She asked looking around her dark cell, thinking she only heard the odd voice inside of her head, as she walked around.
She saw no one but herself, wiggling helplessly in her jacket and asked a single question to herself. “Was I daydreaming? If someone said something to me, then he’s gotta be around here in this part of the prison.”
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Post by June on Jun 14, 2020 2:49:34 GMT -6
The voice gained timber and echo gradually as it continued speaking. "Who is here, you ask? Your new master, Miraya. You humans all think you can tame the jungle..." The voice boomed, and then during the pause, a shadowy snake's head emerged from the darkness, glowing eyes lighting it up and making it visible to Miraya. "...But in reality, the jungle will tame you." He concluded. Some coils started to come into view - immediately Miraya would be able to tell that this was longer than any snake she'd seen before.
"Daydreaming? Little Miraya - I'm the most real thing here."
Saying this, the padded room began to feel odd, wishy-washy. Miraya began losing her sense of presence there.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 14, 2020 7:59:01 GMT -6
“I have no master when I’m a free girl like I’m supposed to be!” The trapped little jungle girl cried in denial, struggling in her tight, heavy self-hugging cocoon madly. The hypnosis and the shock from the metal chair put the young wild beauty insanity to another level.
Miraya adapted herself with her crouched down and her right foot placed on the, soft spongy floor forward, and her left was at the back to her heel up a bit. She took deep, steady breaths to calm herself down, waiting for whoever or whatever would be in the locked padded cell. “Show yourself! And I promise I won’t show any fear.”
When the long, giant snake finally appeared in front of her, face to face, she stood up more normally and calm herself down by taking a few deep breaths, hoping he wasn’t a predator. Miraya wasn’t surprised he knew her name. But what really shock her were the meaty coils appearing in her padded prison without noticing the end point of his body, covering her surroundings of the padded walls.
“Yes, I do live in the jungle like you where I belong.” She said to the snake, shedding some tears out of her eyes again to cry unlike before. “You must be here to rescue me.”
While her straitjacket kept her slender, near-naked body soft with comfort, her cell was quite cold, making her shiver and rubbed her bare legs to warm herself up as she could.
“While we talk, can you wrap me up with your coils from top to bottom?” She asked politely to the long, giant snake with a hope for freedom. “I’m really feeling cold right now.”
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Post by June on Jun 14, 2020 8:56:33 GMT -6
Now properly in the room, Dekim looked the girl up and down. Long, luscious black hair cascaded down her back, clearly messy, yet that almost added to the almost magical quality it had. Her skin belied darkening from the sun, very natural and smooth. He explored her almond-shape face and deep, gorgeous eyes - a very nice jungle girl as things went, though he was somewhat irked that she was already tightly bound in some human contraption rather than coils where such a hubristic little cub belonged.
"You have no master? A free girl? Just because the jungle is not ruled by humans does not mean it is without a way of things, little girl. A human's rightful place if they have the audacity to think they belong there is under the command of a snake. I am here to rescue you, yessss... But you belong to me, Miraya, not the jungle."
He was whispering, but somehow the voice boomed and echoed. Her obliged and began coiling her up - at first they felt cool and slick, but as Miraya talked of being cold, they felt somehow warmer, and cozy.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 14, 2020 10:01:02 GMT -6
“But I was taught to be independent.” She replied softly with a weep. “I grew up to be free, not as a prisoner nor a slave like this I’m in.”
The jungle girl stood still nice and straight for the coils, as they slowly looped around her trapped body. She didn’t care about the snake looking at her own beauty. But Miraya wondered if he was here to adopt her as a sexy human pet rather than a slave in the jungle. The little jungle girl wouldn’t mind to be hypnotized by him and sleep in his coils as a plaything as long she does what she loves to do.
“If you want me for some reason, that still means I’ll be back home, right?” She asked curiously in a soft tone, feeling more comfortable with the warm, thick coils other than her straitjacket as they finally reached her collared neck with a gentle squeeze. “Fine, I could do anything for you as your plaything if you free me. Since you strangely know my name, what’s your?”
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Post by June on Jun 14, 2020 10:13:00 GMT -6
Dekim squeezed her in his coils, the loops gently rubbing in back and forth. His tail emerged out of the darkness, and patted the wrapped up jungle girl on the head.
"Of course... Being in the jungle is part and parcel of life with me - just giving in will return you to where you belong. And I am Dekim."
He answered.
"I can take you back there right now, if you want. Shall I do that, little Miraya?"
He asked.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 14, 2020 10:59:15 GMT -6
The jungle girl was somewhat nervous. Dekim was calm, gentle and nice as a pet owner and a father, but worried he was lying to her expertly simply because how big and long he was as a possible predator to devour her. Both his coils and the girl’s bulky straitjacket were warming her up more nicely in comfort. If Miraya was hypnotized by him, not only she would be free from the hellish asylum, her insanity would also be washed away and her wildly happiness would return. She began to answer Dekim’s question, feeling better from the warmth, as she said one simple word with a pause before completing a sentence.
“Yes.......... If having a master is really needed for me at this point, then there is only one way out.”
The wild beauty stopped crying with a smile, talking more cutely almost in a child-like way with a playful squirm in his coils and her jacket.
“You can squeeze me, pet me, tickle me, spank me, comfort me, and love me all ya want as long I get to do the things what I love doing at home.”
Miraya had made a deal with Dekim.
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Post by June on Jun 16, 2020 2:24:52 GMT -6
"Very well then..."
Dekim answered in return, and backed his head away from hers as his spirals very slowly started. He hadn't warned her, but it could be dangerous to give in rather than resisting at least a little, but he wasn't too concerned. so, with his head against the wall, his spirals at last reached the edge of his eyes from the pinprick pupil. They almost seemed to travel through the air like smokerings to Miraya, growing stronger and stronger - her eyes, though she didn't realize it yet, had started reflecting immediately. But Dekim tried to take the induction as slow as possible all the same.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 16, 2020 6:26:21 GMT -6
Miraya would playfully struggle in the meaty, tight coils like a helpless victim with her snake friends for the fun of it, but the girl knew she had no time for that and wanted to leave the asylum again soon as possible. When Dekim started to use his hypnotic powers, she stood still in her prisons to look at the psychedelic colors, letting them put her into a deep trance. The beauty wasn’t sure why the python moved his head away and let the spirals do all the work in front of her, but she kept looking at them normally like if she was watching the stars at night. Her mind and trapped body were slowly becoming numb in comfort, moving her lips up with a smile.
“This feels sooooo good...”
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