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Post by thesnaker1990 on Sept 19, 2023 18:08:06 GMT -6
The wild girl was going mad in excitement while struggling in her cocoon, eyes widen, mouth opened smile, tongue sticking out, bare legs shaking frantically in the floating air. All the plants she remembered seeing in her daily life made her feel as if it were a new home, but Miraya knew she was falling down onto the soiled earth floor, but landed perfectly with her bare feet. The straitjacket tightened deeply in a rough way that made her winced and gulped cutely yet it wasn’t hard enough to suffocate, just thrashing and squirming playfully, hooting and hollering like a true animal she was and skipping around carefully at the same time simultaneously, and because of the tightness and heaviness, she couldn’t jump highly with it on.
(I wanna see Dekim’s view on her wild behavior. Do gonna make her take it off)
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Post by June on Oct 4, 2023 4:32:18 GMT -6
Dekim let the girl thrash and leap about wildly, and smiled despite himself. Even the strongest hypnosis was doing little to calm her. The wild within couldn't be contained - as though the spirit of the jungle had possessed her, and those scientists on the outside were attempting to perform an exorcism. Both were thinking too small - Dekim knew that if he could subjugate her, it would be to subjugate the jungle itself. He would be King at last. "You remember quicksand." He said, a statement rather than a question, and his voice echoed loud in her head, pushing other thoughts aside. Now Miraya found her feet entering a vortex of quicksand, in a situation she really had found herself in, in the past - real jungle surroundings that she remembered, exactly as they really were. "The more you struggled, the deeper you ssssssssssssssssank." He proclaimed, and sure enough Miraya sank deeper, rapidly, up to her chest. "The only way to esssssssssssssscape... Was to relaxxxxxxxxxxx." He hissed. He was, of course, really speaking about her straitjacket. But Miraya didn't understand straijackets or laboratories or even hypnosis itself - she understood the jungle. So he would make the jungle of her mind help to teach her.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Oct 6, 2023 18:14:35 GMT -6
The straitjacketed jungle girl was still struggling playfully who was about to escape by herself like a magician to reveal her full form, but instantly noticed something wet and mucky when she felt the thickly warm but soft quicksand that is a mixture of mud, clay, dirt, sand, and water as a powerful form of substance. The slow sinking and Dekim’s call were enough for her to stop going wild and take a deep relaxation by shutting her beautiful blue eyes and taking deep breaths, as she was being submerged down to her chest. While the mucky pit and the jacket were squeezing the Miraya in a tight embrace, she was at least feeling comfortable in a very soft surrounding of her delusional world. Soon the quicksand descends her down by stopping at the neck with only her head visible, hair tangled onto the muddy surface while it begins to churns with the gooey bubbles popping.
Whether it were the jacket, the coils, or the pit, the wild and untamable jungle girl was a true material for all three.
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Post by June on Oct 18, 2023 1:20:31 GMT -6
"And now, to sssave my pet." Dekim hissed, and wrapped his coils around Miraya's shoulders. With a slow, loose snakelike shimmying motion, he slowly pulled her out of the quicksand - and she came loose out of the straitjacket too. "Being wild makes you too easssy to capture, my dear - you ought to relaxx, and trussst me to look after you." Dekim told her, trying to persuade her with example.
Outside of Miraya's entranced dreamworld, Zaldy was astounded as he watched Miraya move in smooth, unnatural motions, slithering her whole body like a snake, gingerly slipping out of her straitjacket. The orderlies stepped forward to put it back on, but Zaldy waved them back. "She should be no threat, hooked up to the machine... We'll see how she behaves unrestrained, first." He said.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Oct 19, 2023 19:33:05 GMT -6
Miraya loved being a wild animal because she lived in the jungle her whole life, thinking that she shouldn’t be a normal human at all no matter how well behaved she was. She hated what Dekim said about being captured, but was still taking a deep breath in relaxation while feeling dirty in the quicksand and later out of it weightlessly as she was placed gently on the soiled earth floor yet she was moving more so in the straitjacket. They were loose, enough to strip it down to her true physique and clothing of her lithe loincloth-clad form of beauty like a magic trick. She was lifting one arm up through the gap over her head carefully between one side of her shoulder and elbow until upper limbs were no longer hugged, then she lifted them to undo the sleeve with her teeth and a cute growl. The jungle girl hands were free, but then quickly opened the back of the self-hugging prison from top to bottom on the first layer with the straps and buckles, and the second with a zipper, stomping on the sleeve for a quick slip out.
“That’s the trick I wanna show you.” Miraya smiled at the long giant snake.
(I wanna see Dekim’s point of view on Miraya’s jacket escape. And the orderlies should think that she needs a thick heavy duty transport jacket as a second layer restraints)
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Post by June on Dec 5, 2023 13:09:03 GMT -6
Dekim watched with amusement as Miraya wriggled and slipped out of her straitjacket. Her dexterity and lithe body movements were only to be matched by his own - these silly humans, with their jackets and prisons. Only the moving restraints of a snake's coils could ever truly imprison somebody, at least with any reliability. He realised even as he watched Miraya that there was something of a fool's errand in trying to tame the unquenchable wildness in this girl's heart... But like a bullfighter, he could trick her, misdirect her, and most importantly, he could keep this pet human to himself, much more so than the pitiful humans that tried much less successfully than he to imprison her. "Wonderful, my dear - now you can truly join me as a free jungle creature!" He told her, smoothing her hair with a idle loop of coils, and began racing through the jungle ahead of her. The branches and vines pulsed between being more of Dekim's intricately woven coils, and illusory technicolour reality for Miraya to bound through. Oh yes, she could be free... But always within his cage.
The orderlies, though Zaldy had ordered them to leave Miraya be, decided that preparation would be wisest and went to fetch the extra heavy-duty transport restraints, all while the crazed Doctor was too distracted watching Miraya wriggle, smile and pant in the metallic grip of his wondrous machine. The orderlies folded out the restraints on the floor ready for trouble - it was much like the straitjacket, but shaped like a sarcophagus. The sides currently flattened against the floor would be raised up to trap her inside, and then loops of velcro, straps clamped into place and even, after a particularly strong bodybuilder had gotten Tarzan delusions not unlike Miraya's case, chains for emergency restraining. "Yes! Become cured! Shed the straitjacket, for only the ill of mind need them!" Zaldy cackled with glee, ignorant of all but Miraya's zapped-out expression and his equipment whirring and humming around him.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Dec 5, 2023 23:28:51 GMT -6
The wild girl was in awe of the thrill and the rushing colors around her surroundings; It was looking like she was heading back to the jungle where she truly belong with new chapter to begin with as Dekim’s pet, not caring about what the long giant serpent would do to her. All she wanted was to be out of the asylum, so could be stay untamed, free from civilization and modesty. Miraya couldn’t tell what colors she was seeing because they were going through so quickly that the trippy psychedelic spirals filled in her eyes, curling and opening her mouth widely for a mad smile, tongue sticking out. Meanwhile, In her reality, the jungle girl was also cleverly out of her jacket despite being stuck on another grip, but was driven by insanity to another, wiggling and shaking frantically as if she were having a seizure while laughing and making ape noises loudly. Her mind went off somewhere in the delusional world, and the colorful spirals are spinning wildly on the eyes, but she still wasn’t free at all; just being toyed by threats that are nothing more than predators.
The jungle beauty screamed loudly, begging Dekim to wrap her up real tightly and exclaimed that she is cute, sexy, young, revealing, and tasty enough for the coils. “Go ahead! Squeeze me for comfort, master! I wanna feel like a true prisoner. And also give me a playful tickle and spank!”
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Post by June on Apr 9, 2024 10:09:13 GMT -6
Dekim obliged her request - his coils moved rapidly, parting like smoke around trees and vines in their path, but they rematerialised around Miraya, solidifying into knots of pure muscle, tightening around her so much she was forced to raise her chin by the pressure. A typical snake wound loops around the whole body, but Dekim threaded figure-8s of his body around her legs, twisted around each of her limbs separately, intimately intertwining their two bodies. He felt her muscles press against his, flexing to feel his cool embrace around her. With the tip of his tail, he darted in and out of gaps in his coils, tickling her at different points of her body, before finally coming to rest under her chin, gently stroking her upper neck in a way he knew would produce a shivering response - a sort of slow tickle. "Miraya needs me. I am the jungle, and the jungle is me. Remember this even when you are awake and resisting, when you say to yourself that you are strong and clever and can make it alone in the wild lands. Only I can put the jungle in your mind Miraya - your home is here, in my coils." He flexed his muscles from one end to the other, a mexican wave of squeezing, ending with an asphyxiating grasp around her neck. "Come home, Miraya. Come home and remember that I am always your home..." Dekim hissed aggressively.
Zaldy was ecstatic, dashing about and cackling madly. He ran to the other side of his laboratory and started rummaging through a large trunk, pulling out clothes for Miraya to wear once she was 'civilised'. Tight constrictive neckties, suits, cardigans, dress-shirts, itchy jeans... All covering clothing, thick and warm, unsuitable for wearing in a jungle. "Oh, and the house we'll make for her! No plants! No animals! When we can kill the wild untamed jungle of the mind, then mankind can finally eradicate that horrid biome for good!" He screeched wildly. The orderlies stared flatly at him, thinking to themselves that now they had not just one insane person on their hands, but two.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Apr 15, 2024 23:07:09 GMT -6
The little jungle girl submits to the coils for a wrap up with some gaps opened, no talk was needed and while they were rough, hard, tight, and tough, which made her gasp cutely from the squeezing, she was in a cooling embrace that felt quick relaxing until she cutely giggled from Dekim’s playful tickling, then without being warned in a sudden moment, Miraya gulped loudly, eyes widen and the psychedelic spirals spinning out of control within her visions yet she was still listening to her master as she really felt like she was heading home and loved the imprisonment. Meanwhile in reality, the mad wild girl was starting to be driven by the hypnotic insanity more so than before, jumping around the room and making loud animal noises wildly, hips swaying rhythmically as she reached the clothes from Zaldy, ripping them apart into pieces as a rejection of modesty and the embracement of nudity saved for a scant skimpy loincloth, then she jumps highly in air to step on the giants’ head foot by foot for a few taps to wall jump down towards Zaldly for an aggressive tackle onto the floor. Miraya growled like a true wolf, barking at him loudly, laughing like a true mad woman, andd nipping his face playfully, and tongue sticking out while wagging her rear happily all at once who calls him his tasty meal as a joke, but without realizing how extreme she was going, the jungle girl hits him in face and then again. “Me Miraya! Hot crazy sexy, monkey girl!”
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Post by June on Apr 16, 2024 9:17:18 GMT -6
"More, Miraya, more! When you lived in the jungle before you were still so, so modest! You never went fully wild, now let the jungle flow through you, become one with it! Become one with the jungle that lies deep within my eyes!!" Dekim exclaimed, bellowing commands to Miraya to increase the overwhelming overactivity within her mind, and squeezing his coils so tightly that, if this were not a dream, it would crush Miraya in seconds.
Zaldy shrieked in terror as the clothes were torn to threads before him - he stared in horror, as if looking at his plans shredded to bits all over the floor. He cried out as she knocked him to the floor. "Orderlies! ORDELIIIIIES!!!" He screamed, and they leapt to obey. Two gargantuan men seized Miraya by the shoulders, but she slipped free. Their massive arms, as wide as the girl's waist, kept grabbing and restraining her, and she kept getting free, but all the time they were fighting her closer and closer to the sarcophagus-restraint. "'ave you got the tranquiliser?" One asked. The other nodded. "Enough to put a horse to sleep." "Will that really be enough?" They looked at the insane writhing jungle girl doubtfully.
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