3 comments/ 4571 views/ 3 favorites Steel and Rubber By: Headley_ *** This is a Skyrim based story, with a few touches of my own imagination*** *** This story is a one-off piece... maybe.*** *** This is the second edit of the story.*** ***** Siggi trotted along on his horse while shivering in the falling snow. Maybe coming to Skyrim wasn't such a good idea after all? Those ruins are hiding riches, who knows what is down in some of those caves and crypts? It wasn't the first time he had mentioned this to himself. Even though the sun was apparently overhead the unceasing wind and falling snow served as good reason Siggi questioned the hidden value of the awaiting treasures. Still, it could have been worse, he could have ended up being digested in some creatures gut by now, but his skill as a thief, as well as his horse, had kept him true. Despite the recent snowfall and worsening weather in general, he had made good time with a largely uneventful journey and was now walking down the mountain track from the Dragontail Mountains bordering Skyrim with the Hammerfell. He hadn't seen another living being for some time. Not even another traveller, a scamp or anything remotely dangerous. The worst of the border crossing seemed to be behind him. There were no big signs or Inns marking the border of the regions, there didn't need to be since Skyrim was bordered by mountains. As the road he travelled on sloped down a little more he could make out the tree line and accompanying forest devoid of snow in the distance. I can make it there before nightfall. Several hours later and once well within the forest Siggi meandered off the path and rode deeper into the gloom on the lookout for game and a place to set up camp. Ducking under some branches and crossing a stream opened a small green glade ringed with trees. Sunlight weakly streamed in over the glade. This will be great! There's no wind here at all. Siggi dismounted and tethered his horse to a small tree nearby and set up camp. Setting up his simple tent and bedroll he cleared a small area near it to use as a fire. He also set up his A frame to heat his pot. Once he had gathered enough wood he used his meagre magical skills to start a fire which quickly warded off any lingering cold. Grabbing his hunting bow he then ducked off low into the surrounding bushland, on the hunt for some dinner. He would eat well that night. ***** The next day started early, with Siggi breaking camp and mounting up on his horse to continue traveling. His destination was actually a cave he had heard about, not far from the south western border... and not far from where he was. Half a day north East on this track, then at the southern base of the mountain in the area... Finding the road again was simple enough, he set off merrily. By mid-morning Siggi could see the mountain in question. Devoid of trees, capped with snow and strangely alone. A cave leading to an underground base, forgotten long ago and out of the way of any merchant traveller. The old man's tale forever hung next to his ear. Nothing on his approach to the mouth of the cave indicated any civilisation once lived here. There were no ruins, no shaping of boulders or anything to say 'Nords lived here'. Undeterred, Siggi dismounted at the mouth of the cave and tethered his horse before sheathing his dagger in his boot, and readying his sword and shield. Just in case. Finally lighting up a torch he also carried, Siggi set his first foot into the cave, unaware but undaunted of just what lay below. ***** As Siggi descended into the caves, a set of eyes were watching him. She had waited some time for this to happen. After getting a good look at his tall and muscular form, she hoped beyond hope... ***** After dispatching the last of the Skeevers, Siggi paused to turn and look at just how far he had come. He had been making slow but steady progress, the cave had quickly opened up into a man-made chamber with many tunnels, carved walls, crypts and open chambers. Lighting the lamps and other torches that were spaced quite evenly everywhere he went, each chamber now emitted a low light, allowing Siggi to easily search the area for treasures. Opening some pots and crates had revealed some minor treasures, a few gold pieces and the odd gemstone, buoying Siggi's spirits. Fortunately the ruins were mostly devoid of larger creatures, and cobwebs, a sure indicator of Frostbite Spiders, were at a minimum. Upon turning a corner and entering one small chamber, he decided to stop and rest. It must be dusk and I am exhausted! That old man was right after all, there is a lot here. I am certain there is more treasure to be found. Siggi's took the opportunity to empty his pockets to count out his coin and stocktake his takings before securing them in a small bag, then placing that in his knapsack. As he sat his knapsack down and laid his sword and shield next to the wall, he caught a glimpse of a reflection further along the wall. That part looks disturbed... and looked different from the rest of the wall, as though a piece of it was ajar. Something behind that piece shone back through a crack as he looked over it with the torch. Siggi sat the torch down carefully to give good light, then knelt down in front of the cracked wall. He managed to wrap his fingers around the large section of the crack and managed to slide it out and away with relative ease, As though someone else has been here... Hopes reaching high, he looked into the wall cavity and found.. ... A chest! Here we go! Siggi reached in and pulled out the object. The chest was small but rather heavy, promising riches within. Pulling the chest out into the open Siggi sat down in his leather armour and examined the box. Intricate carvings covered the wood of the box. Iron bandings and edging re-enforced the wood, which was also carved with amazingly detailed patterns. Wow... I've never seen anything like that, the box itself could be quite valuable! Siggi didn't even think to place the runes in the same category as a spell or ward. Turning the chest around revealed the lock. Rather than an exotic looking lock as Siggi expected of such a fine chest, it appeared as just any other lock. Brimming with confidence, he fished out his lock picking tools and carefully set to work. Up a bit.. .. Left and up... .. Now down.. And now... *click* The lock snapped open. Happy is he who hath in himself praise and wisdom in life! Carefully Siggi laid his tools down and gripped the chest with both hands and opened it... ... Only to see a black mist roll out of the opening chest. God's big toe...! Inhaling the mist deeply, Siggi dropped the lid back down... and fell back onto the cold floor unconscious. Urghhh.. Slowly Siggi opened his eyes... the torch was still burning. Throwing a dim light to realise he had passed out from inhaling the mist, he slowly sat up, still groggy from the surprising mist from the chest. He gingerly got to his feet and having a quick once over he realised he was only out for a few minutes. Gods be praised! That chest can stay here, I have no idea what that thing was, and it's too heavy to be carrying it about. Siggi bent down to push the chest back against the wall when he felt a tightness around his neck. Huh? Immediately standing back up he raised his hands to his throat to feel... ... Something. Something smooth and cool... But pliable, it wasn't metal, it wasn't hard. It stretches? Siggi managed to slip a finger under the material and tried to pull it off... but it wouldn't come off. Feeling his way around the not-metal he also realised it was not any cloth either. There was no weaving or cording at all. It seemed seamless. Siggi's fingers came to a buckle? And tried to grasp it but it stubbornly refused to come off. I think that's enough adventuring for one day. Go. Siggi quickly gathered his bags and torch and left. Managing to retrace his steps without any issue he eventually broke through the cave and out under the starlight. Sighing with relieve as he found his horse was where he had left it, Siggi quickly secured his bags and mounted up to set off for civilisation. And a mirror so I can see what this thing is on me. ***** Her eyes watched intently as Siggi jumped up onto his horse, noticing a black band encircling his neck. How she managed to NOT jump for joy to keep her concealment was beyond her own understanding. ***** As he rode, Siggi fingered the collar. It definitely stretched a little but snapped back against his skin sharply whenever it slipped from his grip. It seemed so smooth and was quite difficult to hold onto, even with several fingers. Shortly after setting off he spotted a light in the distance. Someone's house? Getting closer he could make out a small farmhouse with several outbuildings around, obviously someone living there. Siggi came to a stop and slide off his mount, fingers constantly adjusting against the tightness of the collar. He knocked on the door. The door was eventually opened by the most beautiful woman Siggi had ever seen; her blond hair curled around an adorable face, her piercing blue eyes seemed to bore straight into his soul. Her plump lips opened in initial surprise, only to be slowly replaced with a smirk as her eyes found Siggi's new collar under his armour. Siggi meanwhile could not stop staring at such beauty, he slowly took in her curves she offered to him. Oh wow... The personification of beauty (really a priestess of Dibella) had recognised what encircled her visitor's throat. She knew it for what it was, and what HE was (a thief), and decided to help it along. She did so by smiling at Siggi and sliding her hands up her body, over her loosely fitting night-wear. (Why is it so thin on her?) and cup each of her large breasts, playing with them gently. Siggi could not tear his gaze away from the woman, not even as he felt his throat constrict under the collar as his arousal grew quickly. As he felt the collar seemingly grow downwards to the base of his neck and make a start over his shoulders, the priestess bought a hand to her full, inviting lips and blew him a kiss... before slamming the door shut in his face. "What the-" Siggi recoiled quickly, as if being hit with the kiss and groaned loudly as his perfect vision ended. He absent-mindedly bought a hand up to rub at his neck and throat, not realising they were now covered with the expanding collar. Siggi, his hopes dashed of even touching the beauty, slowly turned and tromped back to his horse to get his bedroll out for the night, still staggered by what just transpired. As soon as his head hit the fur he was out. As he slept his dreams were of the beauty he miraculously found, how those luscious lips would best be served, how he would feel as her hair brushed over his body, how her soft bosom felt pressed against his skin, how her moans would sound in his ear... Siggi slept, his collar grew. It expanded slowly down over the top of his chest, under his clothing, slowly around the top of his back, and slowly over his shoulders and under his arms. Siggi dreamt of the priestess. Her godly voice whispering into his ear, but he could not understand her words... ***** The Priestess was casting an enchantment spell on her visitor. She had recognised his new rubber collar and how it had already enslaved him. I think I can help it a long a little more... ***** Dawn broke, as did Siggi's slumber. I think I need to get to Solitude today, or even Whiterun? Standing up he bent down to gather his bedroll, but noticed a curve of black under his shirt. Uhhh... Swiping a hand over his shirt he felt it skid over him... but not? By Ysmir! Quickly ripping his top off Siggi yelped in shocked surprise; his torso was black! Afraid to touch it at first he poked it, then touched it then tried to grab at it, his last action proving futile. The rubber was tight! But it's so smooth..! Getting over his initial shock he looked down and saw it end near his waist. He slid his fingers over it but could not seem to find an edge to it, he couldn't separate it from his skin. Uh oh... Hadn't he heard a tale long ago about a blackness that envelops an unwary traveller? It was so long ago... Siggi then noticed just how tight the black rubber was. Breathing was noticeably harder now. Siggi ran his hands up over the rubber to his neck and could still feel the collar... but could not pull it away from his neck any more, nor could he separate it from the rubber below it. In desperation he again tried the buckle... but it had vanished! By the gods where is it?? His fingers only felt continuous rubber all the way around. In desperation he reached down for his dagger, fingers curling around it he very gently sliced the very sharp blade over the rubber. Realising that didn't cut it he sawed at it harder... Ouch! Only stopping when he drew a little blood. Gingerly testing the results Siggi felt despair as he couldn't even feel a nick in the rubber. After several minutes spent gathering his wits, he realised something: he gently slapped his chest and could feel it. Whatever it was didn't stop any sense of touch, as though it had become his skin... Siggi pushed it from his mind and rationalised his situation. Whiterun it is then... He quickly gathered his belongings and mounted his horse, his destination of Whiterun a lot further along the road. His thoughts while travelling were of what perils surrounded him, and of The Angel, her image lingering in his mind. And while She lingered in his mind, the rubber grew... ***** Siggi was heading along the road at a fast walking pace upon his horse. He had been riding for several hours since he awoke that morning, awoken from the dream he had of The Angel in the nearby farmhouse... Awoken to find a nightmare had made its home upon his very body and soul. While looting a crypt he happened upon a container that had cursed him, encircling his neck with a strange rubber that was slowly engulfing him, turning his skin into an extension of it. Siggi spied a bridge up ahead, the sound of a bubbling brook inviting him to dismount and stretch his legs. Bending down to take a drink of water he gathered his thoughts I wonder how much farther to Whiterun? Why was that woman smiling at me so last night? What is this thing on me? Standing back up Siggi stripped out of his armour and clothing and slipped gingerly into the cold water. Looking down over his black torso he flexed his abs some and noticed the black rubber sculpting to his muscles As if it really is my skin Confused, he looked over his chest, noticing how much thicker and more toned his muscles were. It's made me stronger? Siggi wondered how such a thing could affect his body and why it had buffed him to the proportions of a stone lifter. He ran his fingertips over his newly muscular rubberised torso and was surprised as how it felt on his body. There was no barrier that came with clothing at all, as though his skin was replaced with this stuff. Siggi inhaled sharply as his fingertips brushed over a nipple, causing his manhood to harden quickly. His mind instantly turned to an image of The Angel, her soft skin, her delectable face... His eyed closed, his mind keeping Her image firmly on his mind... He felt a very subtle tingling sensation, as though a water drop was running over his skin. But this was a water drop running all around his torso, slowly descending to his... Opening his eyes with a start Siggi looked down in horror as the rubber was expanding even further! Down and into his navel, continuing till his newly sculpted abs were encased, his pelvic bone... all the way down and around the base of his manhood. With a groan he tried to grab his cock and stop it, but his hardness redoubled at his touch, The Angel stubbornly refusing to be pushed from his mind. Ahh no! Siggi watched as the rubber expanded further, relentlessly expanding under his hand, converting the skin of his manhood into a perfectly black and shiny rubber. Siggi released his tool and balled his fists before dunking himself into the freezing cold waters of the stream, wiping away any desirable thoughts. After a few moment it seemed to have worked. He stood back up and watched. Nothing was happening. Shivering, he quickly got out of the stream and dried off, noticing with dismay the latex had extended over his hips, over his behind and had made a start on the tops of his thighs. His upper body was faring no better with his shoulders and upper arms encased to his elbows. A desirable but unwanted side effect was his arms now glided over the sides of his torso as he walked, however a shirt quickly put paid to any more naughty thoughts entering his mind... It does feel amazing and smooth though Mounting up again he hoped to make it to Rorikstead before dusk. ***** The Traveller focused on the fire in front of her, conjuring an image of Siggi from within the flame. She smiled at the progress if his expanding prison he wore. Knowing he was an Outlander from Skyrim and he had been looting local treasures and with her own goddess of worship being Dibella, she conjured a special spell for him; Goddess Dibella Grant Me Thee, Siggi plans and plunders a more, His prison let it protect and sent not free, Make him fair and equal in love and war. ***** Now that he had turned onto a main road, Siggi started seeing more residents of the region.. The odd hunting party, farmers and merchants all traveling the roads. Siggi idly slid a hand over his thigh to check the progress of his collar, it was now approaching his knees. Siggi was worried about the pace of the stuff spreading over him, and wondered if he would reach Whiterun before it reached his feet? Pulling up at a fork in the road he checked his map and to admire the view. Skyrim was a very mountainous area with deep valleys, green fields and high peaks, ensuring memorable sights. Pulling a glove off he held his hand up in apprehension... and admiration as he noticed the latex had expanded to his wrist and even over his hand, mimicking his skin perfectly. Holding fast over his nails, creasing over his life line and even his fingerprints. Free of the fur glove, his hand was now very smooth and slippery, he had to grip the reigns of the horse tight to ensure a proper grip. Even his water skin slipped easily around in his grip. Concerned, he reached for his sword and sighed in relief as he felt his hand grip it normally and with strength. "So where are you headed?" Huh? Turning around Siggi didn't even hear the traveller approach. Traveller seemed a rather overstatement; she was clad in clothing totally at odds with the cold environment: a short leather skirt, a leather breast plate that revealed more breast than it protected and boots that extended up to her powerful thighs... in fact she was very fit and didn't appear to have much fat on her at all. Apart from her overly large breasts he would have guessed she were a performer or dancer if not dressed in... well, armour. Steel and Rubber "Uhhh... Whiterun" A smirk formed on her lips. "Long way to go friend," she said. "I should be there on the morrow," he said a little too defensively... He wasn't getting a good feeling of this... She approached him slowly, her hips swaying. Siggi's eyes never left her. She is beautiful! Siggi felt a stirring within his leather pants, but didn't feel his prison feed off his growing arousal as it ever so slowly expanded down his legs. Siggi watched her approach and tried to take several steps back... (Huh?) but found his legs moved as though he was hip deep in mud. "It's no use running friend," Her smirk had grown. Tearing his eyes from her beauty Siggi grasped his blade quickly... only to feel his hand lose its grip on it, sending it flying and landing harmlessly way out of reach. "It's no use fighting either. I'm going to take what I want from you," her smile was now truly predatory. As she got close Siggi, acting out of desperation, tried to push her back and away... but felt his arms lose nearly all of their strength. "What the-" "Your prison will not allow you to harm or resist me, its blackness is even now expanding over you, thief!" Her smirk had vanished as she spat out the words. Siggi gasps quickly and opened his eyes wide in fright at her words as she stepped up to him... but she didn't intend to hurt him... "Mmmfff!" Siggi gasped in surprise as the beautiful traveller wrapped her strong arms around him, pulled him close and kissed him hard. Siggi tried his best to push her off but felt the latex around him resist his efforts. Still attempting to push her away, the traveller slipped a hand down to his pants and quickly undid them, dropping his leathers, then stripped the rest of his armour and clothing off while staying lip-locked with her target. Siggi, giving up on trying to push her away, but somehow ended up wrapping his own blackened arms around her and pulled her close. The traveller moaned into the kiss before deepening it and slipped a hand around his growing cock, massaging it to full hardness. Siggi cursed the black latex surrounding him for allowing the sensation to flow through him as if it weren't there at all, sliding his hands back around to her front he attempted again to push her off but gripped her bountiful breasts in his hands, his shove translated into a gentle squeeze. She broke the kiss and moaned at his touch, her hand had made him harder than ever before in his life. She pushed him hard, he stumbled and fell over onto the soft grass. Before he could even think of getting up she was on top of him, straddling his chest with her powerful thighs locked around him. "This rubber makes you feel so damn good," she murmured before slipping out of her own skimpy clothing. She bent down and kissed his ear "I'm going to take you now... your prison is going to expand all over you before I am done." As Siggi inhaled to protest she again kissed him hard, then raised her hips and surrounded his entrapped cock within herself and slowly pushed down until he was completely inside her. He whimpered into the kiss as she held him, then slowly rocked upon his manhood. Siggi was unable to do anything to stop her. The suit would not allow him to push her off or even get away from her, it had stimulated him and allowed her to mount and take him, it held him within its grip yet gave him a total sense of touch to the world around him, and the world within the gorgeous traveller. Siggi gasped for breath as she sat up and rode him with slowly quickening strokes, his body held under her between her powerful legs, her eyes aflame with lust as he grinned in triumph down at him, her blonde tresses swaying with each movement she made. His eyes rested on her glorious breasts and watched in fascination at how the moved. Reaching up Siggi cupped them gently and squeezed them. She smiled and gripped his hands with her own and quickened her hip movements, eliciting a groan from Siggi as he felt her heat around him. The Traveller was relentless, and unforgiving. After his third orgasm, Siggi passed out. ***** Twilight greeted Siggi when he awoke. A cloudless night should be a cold night but Siggi was nice and warm. This bedroll does the job good. It was when he moved a little and realised there was no bed roll that he opened his eyes and looked down. There was no bedroll. The Traveller was right though, he was now covered from neck to foot in tight fitting latex, as though his skin had shrunk as it transformed. Siggi realised he was laying in the grass from where he was accosted, the latex on his chiselled and muscular body reflected the stars above in its perfect blackness making him, for a moment, feel as insignificant as ever before. Slowly he sat up he looked closer at his hands. Covered in latex and having the appearance of a glove he could now see latex webbing between his fingers, restricting his fingers as he opened them wide. So much for wearing my fur gloves... Siggy noticed a pattern on the back of his new gloves, it had now formed an elaborate and neat pattern of laced cords from the back of his wrist up past his elbow to the top of his arm where the 'glove' ended. A quick examination of his other arm revealed a matching pair of new gloves. Siggi could see at the top of the glove what he thought was a seam around his upper arm just under his shoulder. But his attempts to force his way under the seam proved fruitless; the glove was really just a melded part of his prison and not an actual "glove." Flexing his arms it didn't restrict movement too much. The palm of the glove was as smooth as ever though, never mind the fact the webbing between his fingers made grasping a weapon all but impossible now. Siggi slid his palms down over his stomach to his cock which was also fully encased. Hissing at the sensation after the abuse he received, the sensation of the tight latex forming perfectly around his manhood as well as the ability to still feel every touch ensured he remained hard. Midnight black latex fully encased his legs, conforming perfectly to his muscles. At the top of each thigh was another seam and an extra layer of thick latex, laced at the front. This he saw continued all the way down to his new boots. Holding his feet and ankles tightly Siggy could barely angle his foot now. His new boots would add some extra inches in height for him as the platforms were unlike anything he had seen before. The base of the heel had flared out slightly to ensure he didn't fall over easily. Latex had formed a deep grip pattern on the sole of the boots to ensure a good grip on the ground. Amazingly he could somehow just feel the touch he made over it. The lacing that had covered the front of his legs stopped at his toes. A quick flex of his calves and quads ensured he could still use his muscles, but again he could not slip anything under the seam of the "boots" on his legs. Well since I now have nothing they will have to do for boots now. Slowly standing up Siggy looked over his midnight black prison, running his hands over his body here and there slowly. Oh wow... Siggy really couldn't come to terms with just how smooth and erotic that sensation of latex on latex was. Flexing all his muscles slowly he could feel the latex gently tighten around him accordingly. A quick run of his hands (and another big shudder) all over his body confirmed he was enclosed from his upper neck down... Is this thing really a prison? Siggi looked up and too stock of what was around him, which was not much to say the least. He was totally alone... literally. The Traveller had gone, along with his horse, bedroll and his armour. In fact not even a scrap of cloth remained. She had stolen everything of his, leaving him in only his prison. With no map, supplies or transport, Siggi fell to his shiny knees and beat the ground with his fist in frustration. Why! Why me? If this is a prison why does it feel so good? If it were a real prison I would understand... I've never felt this way before! "Because you love adventure, you love the unknown" A whisper from deep in his mind said. Grunting, Siggi's attacker came to mind, her amazing body, her unrelenting assault on him, the thrill of being imprisoned excited a part of him. That part, while small, seemed to be expanding as much as his prison. He jolted out of his reverie as he felt the latex creep up over his neck a little, finally expanding up above the collar to his head. It stopped at the top of his neck, feeling it gently constrict his airway. The growing voice of erotic imprisonment was shouted down by common sense. I mustn't think of girls any more, I need to get free of this thing! With a steely resolve he rose up on his platformed feet and was about to head off to Rorikstead for help when he noticed a scrap of paper rolled up and stuck under a rock several meters from him. Quickly grabbing it he opened it: "Thanks for the fucking my rubber lover. Search Dawnstar for the rubber doll maker, she may be able to help you out of your latex prison. Xx" What would that Bitch know?? What is "Latex?" She knew where to find me... she knew a lot about this.. this thing on me. Shuddering as a pleasant sensation washed over him as he thought of this thing, Siggi screwed up the paper and threw it on the ground. Drawing a sharp intake of breath then set off north for Dawnstar. ***** Siggi had been travelling mostly at night now, he really did not want to stumble upon anyone out of sheer embarrassment of his prison of latex predicament. The starry nights helped hide him from any eyes, be it animal or man. Occasionally he had to quickly grapple his way up a tree as some snow tigers took a liking to him. Rain had come and gone of course, it simply slid down his body, the sensation of the water droplets gliding down his latex skin seemingly amplified as though a gentle touch of a lover was always with him. A sensation he slowly came to love and hate. His hands and arms were still usable, his prison allowing free movement of his arms, shoulders and hands with no impairment beyond his attempt to grip anything. Earlier in the day he stumbled upon a deserted cart that contained, amongst some personal belongings, a nice steel dagger. Unfortunately though he couldn't even pick it up. He also found a few scraps of clothing though, it appeared to be little more than rags with a rope. But as he slipped it over his head and arms through the holes he felt a sudden painful jolt that made him double over in pain, as though he were struck by lightning. Crying out and closing his eyes he staggered to the ground for a few seconds before slowly standing back up amid a cloud of smoke... the remnants of the top he just put on. Huh? Was that punishment for trying to clothe myself? Looking at some woollen mittens and a leather hat, he decided not to risk a repeat of that nasty incident and left. As he walked he eventually noticed his latex clad and booted feet ensured a good grip, but he found his gait restrained and slowed by his prison for some reason he couldn't explain. Through the snow and ice they seemed to protect him perfectly from the cold despite feeling the powdery snow against his legs and the sharp ice encrusted rocks when he stumbled. Fortunately for Siggi he realised nothing seemed to penetrate the latex to cause him injury... not that he wanted to test the theory to any extent anyway. Worst of all was his cock. It seemed trapped within its own prison, surrendering slowly to the inevitable spread of his prison earlier, the latex continued to mould itself to his shaft and keep it at an aroused state. Anyone coming across him would find it impossible to miss. He knew he had grown as well, his encased and enlarged manhood distracting him mostly as he walked. Running was inordinately harder, it was only when he was fleeing for his life from a Frostbite spider that had its eyes, stomach and fangs set upon him did it slip from his mind. Having heard about such spiders cocooning people and carrying them off to who knows where to be eaten alive or worse, turned into breeding stock. Siggi suppressed a shudder of either fear or delight at that thought. Fortunately his new boots had carried him true for that encounter and others. As Siggi travelled northwards, he found caved or abandoned homes to sleep in during the day. Only once did he have to quickly remember how to cast a spell of invisibility to slip out of a cave after being disturbed by a Spriggan. During those restless nights he had dreamt of only one thing; being taken by women. Being held down and used as a mere toy for their own pleasures, helpless to do anything about it, helpless to fight back and helpless to run. Each time he closed his eyes he dreamt the same dream. Every morning he woke to find his manhood as hard as it had ever been in his life. Will there be no end to this? Will this prison eat me? Each time he checked his neck he found the latex had expanded further around his neck, up over his lower jaw, merging with his lips. One particular night he found a deserted cave with a small stream supplying water. A broken ceiling allowed sunlight in. Finding a mossy area he curled up and fell asleep quickly. That night the dreams were particularly vivid and real. Again and again he was used as a mere toy for more women than he could count, making him orgasm again and again. He awoke with a start, panting. He sat up and did a quick check with his hands, discovering his entire head had succumbed to the latex; his mouth had been sealed shut. The latex had grown over his nose and inside each nostril but allowed him to breathe normally. His ears had been coated and now dulled the sounds around him somewhat. Brushing his fingers over his face Siggi could feel the latex had changed his face somewhat, setting a squarer chin, widened cheek bones and a high forehead. It was only when Siggi raised his gloved hands to the top of his head he gasped in true horror; the latex had grown over his scalp, but instead of pressing down his hair it had all simply vanished and replaced with Tentacles...?? Quickly grabbing several latex tentacles he tried to tug them off then moaned in pain as they pulled against his head. By the nine divines! He lost count of how many there were... short ones on the side of his head allowed longer ones to grow all the way to his tightly latex clad ass. Siggi held his head in his hands and wept. What is happening to me?? Why Why Why!! The Doll Maker... find the Doll Maker. Siggi eventually steeled his resolve once more and stood, feeling his new hair/tentacles brush against his back and behind before. Jumping into the water he attempted to dunk his head and at least try to get a drink. He surprised himself as he was able to do so. Curiously he found the latex denying him the ability to open his jaw... but the latex parted when he stuck his tongue out. Deciding to work out that peculiar ability out later he lapped at the refreshing water, ignoring glimpses of his tongue being a pure black... and longer than he remembered. Ahhh... In his determination to drink he neglected to keep the rest of his body clear of the water. Closing his eyes in delight he quickly found the dangers, and excitement, of having his imprisoned manhood dangle in the fast running stream, the water swirled around his member, dragging over it lightly as if many hands holding feathers were teasing him. The only thing he wasn't able to feel was the freezing coldness of the water. Gasping quickly he could feel the latex grow once again as he became even more aroused, this time the latex energised his hair, causing the tentacles to briefly flutter about behind him, some winding around his arms, one long one around his torso, all of their own accord and with no conscious thought. One more wrapped around his torso several times then dived for his cock to caress it gently before wrapping around it. Siggi fell to his hands and knees in the stream as his cock was deliciously tortured by the stroking tentacles and flowing water. As he felt the tentacle extend a little further and loop around his rod. Lost in the sensation Siggi's eyes remained closed as he surrendered to the tentacles grip, Feeling them all flex and squeeze him lovingly, his cock was subject to rhythmic flexing and tugs by the thick latex coils. Moaning and whimpering he was powerless to stop the merciless attack of them upon his body. Unseen, the tip of the tentacle around his cock extended even further and slowly opened at its tip before gently closing over the tip of his cock, then added its own gentle squeezing and sucking of Siggi's member. Whimpering hard into his gag Siggi was powerless to stop a massive orgasm from dominating his body, shuddering hard inside his prison. The latex tentacle greedily sucked up every drop of his seed, its continued flexing and squeezing ensured it extracted everything it could from its prisoner. Breathing hard, Siggi slowly came to his senses and slowly stood up, forcing his new hair to relax again. He opened his eyes and looked down to see the tentacles around his torso slowly give up their grip, his cock freeing of the latex loops around it before feeling his "hair" become inert. Slowing his breathing, Siggi looked up and saw the last of the light leave the sky, then set off out into the night for Dawnstar. Can't be far to go now surely! Siggi gingerly exited the cave and set off on the road in a gentle run, still shuddering at the powerful climax he was forced into by his prison. ***** Snow Snow Snow. The snow gleamed under the bright moonlight, reflecting the stars in a sparkling wonderland. Moonlight gleamed off frozen trees, casting dancing shadows all around him. The aurora overhead added to the light show with a faint green light. Siggi couldn't have cared less. He ploughed on through a snow drift and grumbled as he felt his new tentacle hair glide over the snow behind him. At least my hands are useful now His webbed latex gloved had allowed easier movement through particularly deep drifts, Siggi had lost the road some time back. This valley should bottom out soon, there must be a road there Sometime later he stamped his way down through a smaller drift when he felt his latex boot strike a hard surface. This could be it.. Several more steps held true and Siggi marched onwards through shallow snow along the road. While walking, he took the time to take stock of the sensations playing through his prison. Every brush of snow felt as though it were against his skin. However sharper impacts were dulled. When he stepped on a hidden spike buried in the ground he had barely felt it. If I were barefoot that would have gone straight through me It's as if this "latex" wants me to feel everything but protects me from harm.. It still kept him at a perfectly comfortable temperature, the freezing wind did nothing to him at all. Walking on some more he spotted a faint light in the distance. People! Quickly Siggi got off the road and ran some distance then ducked down in the snow to wait for them to pass. It appeared as though some guards were escorting a prisoner. A week ago Siggi would not have thought to run over to them for help. Now he thought nothing to hide from them. Steel and Rubber As he waited tensely he suddenly felt his hair come alive again suddenly, wrapping around him tightly! Oh gods not now! Some tentacles encircled his arms and pulled them back gently but forcefully to his sides, others slipped around his torso, another wrapped several times around his head and blindfolding him. One more trapped his cock again, looping around his length and gripping him lovingly and firmly. Several longer ones grew and started circling his thighs, somehow squeezing easily through his legs as he knelt. Siggi silently groaned as they all gently flexed around him again, holding him prisoner to his own desires. Just then the remaining hair tentacles not holding him started kicking about and making a fuss as they threw up some snow. Siggi groaned as he heard the commotion and tried to duck down further into the snow. The tentacles enwrapping him however made sure he was all tied up tightly and ensured he would remain unseen. The noise deliberately made by the flailing tentacles didn't stop. It seemed to attract the passing guards who had stopped to turn and look at what the commotion was. As Siggi held his breath out of fear and arousal, yet one more tentacle snaked deliberately over his latexed skin down his back, brushing over his cheeks and caressed his hole. Siggi breathed deeply and felt his arousal and fear climb close to breaking point. Only then did his hair stop carrying on and calm down. The tentacles around his body however tightened their grip on him, as if they really were holding him down. The tentacle around his cock extended further and caressed his latex clad balls. He could feel the tentacle split down its length a few inches, then each ending opened to suck upon him while it flexed and tugged hard around his cock. Siggi exploded in orgasm, his hair tentacles immediately tightened their grip on him further to stop him shaking in ecstasy as he emptied his seed into the snow. Mid orgasm, his arm bindings extended further to slip around under his hand, Siggi grasps them unconsciously in a laughable attempt at comfort by his prison as he slowly came down from the mind blowing high of his orgasm. The tentacles on his torso caressed his well-defined muscles as gently as any lover. Oh gods... uhhhhh The tentacle around his shaft held its grip, flexing and shifting subtly to illicit further arousal on his tender manhood. The guards, having heard a small commotion but then finding it had disappeared, had turned back to the road and continued on, happy with the knowledge that whatever it was, hopefully had gone now. Damn collar! Damn Skyrim! But that voice was getting weaker and quieter. As he felt his tentacles slowly relax and free his legs, Siggi stood up with a silent growl and with some force, managed to pull his hair tentacle off his member. It then hung limply behind him, seemingly happy as its prisoner's predicament. Now for the others But no amount of effort could free his arms of his hair tentacles, they gripped his arms and torso too tightly. Looking closer Siggi could see smaller tentacles had shot out from the ones encircling his arms to further entrap him. Some smaller ones even seemed to be caressing the back of his hands, of which he could acutely feel. Gripping the tentacles in each of his palms he marched back to the road and continued on. As Secunda slowly passed high overhead, bathing Siggi's path in an eerie silver glow, he eventually came to a fork in the road, as well as a lit signpost. Let's see where is where... Stopping to examine the signpost Siggi had managed to all but avoid the attention of his now sentient but uncontrollable hair tentacles. He didn't notice how the flexed around his arms and stroke his hand. He ignored the gentle tickling of his sides by them. He absolutely did NOT pay any attention to his latexed nipples being stroked and occasionally sucked or pinched on. He did note however his manhood was still free from their grip but still as hard as ever. "Well well well. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" Siggi's froze. The tentacles around him squeezed him affectionately at the voice though, and as Siggi slowly turned around his heart seemed to freeze. You look amazing! Said The Traveller Siggi's eyes opened wide as he stared at her, his yell of surprised blocked by his prison. The ever present smirk dominated her gorgeous features, he barely noticed she was still draped in her revealing armour, still at odds of the cold around them both. Once again Siggi found his legs frozen and unable to move at his command when he attempted to back away from the advancing woman, being raped again was not something he wanted again... Don't I..? "Well you are in a spot of bother aren't you. All wrapped up nice and tight in your prison... it just needs one final touch before you are perfect..." Siggi could only groan in dismay as he felt her warm hands caress his chest then push gently, making him fall back into the soft snow. Landing with a grunt he had no time to try to get back up before she was on him. Her hands pressed on his chest, her thighs against his hips, she wasted no time before taking him deep within her, grunting out loud as she sat down upon him and slowly began to ride. Her smile was truly lecherous, marred only by her tongue licking her lips. "I know you can't speak and your face is hidden inside your prison... but I want to see that tongue.. Show me!" She ground hard down onto him, making him whimper at her attack. Tentatively he pushed his tongue out between his lips. Enhanced by his prison, Siggi's tongue extended far further than his normal tongue, he watched it seemingly wiggle about on its own accord. Or did I do that..? "Mmmm very good, very nice. Everyone is going to love that tongue in them," She grinned I wonder how far it can go into her... Daring himself a little he raised his partially restrained arms up and latched onto her exposed breasts. The tentacles around his hands immediately also latched onto her flesh and gently squeezed in time with his webbed fingers, eliciting a deep growl and orgasm from his attacker. "Oohh! Keep that up and you will be the talk of the town baby.." "Now cum for me... complete your imprisonment..." A small part of Siggi's mind screamed at him to hold back, don't come! But that part of him was now just a whisper as he groaned behind his latex gag and came harder than ever before. Before he passed out he heard laughter... ***** As before, Siggi awoke with no one else in sight. And thankfully no creatures either. Siggi struggled to stand. Pausing for a moment he realised why. His arms were now firmly pulled behind his back and enwrapped with his hair tentacles. Flexing his arms as hard as he could did not even budge the tentacles. Even his hands seemed to be stuck closed in fists as the tips of the tentacles curled around them. Still he managed to get up and look around him again. It's still dark... I can make it! Looking down he saw his manhood was as rigid as ever, and once again within the firm grip of another tentacle that had snaked its way around his torso. However this time it seemed to be content with gentle fondling, but with the resolve of not releasing its grip ever again. As he set off on an awkward jog, his arms stuck behind him, he could feel his ever hard cock massaged within its grip, as well as his arms gently squeezed and his body tighten within his prison as he neared his goal. Before long he approached the perimeter of the town and somehow managed to sneak past the guards during a particularly strong distraction of his nether regions, eliciting an uncontrolled groan as he moved. Fortunately the streets were mostly deserted, allowing Siggi to sneak around. Siggi paused in one alley and closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt his hair tentacles grow again and slowly wrap around each of his hips, curling down over his crotch and around his thighs before snaking their way all the way to his feet. He felt them tighten and cut into his muscles slightly. Then they grew their own smaller tentacles, themselves latched onto his legs and gently squeezed his balls while caressing the backs of his knees and forcing their way through the soles of his latex boots and around his feet. He could feel every millimetre of movement they made on him. Slowly he opened his eyes and walked carefully back out to look around. Examining the address plates on each house he could feel one more hair tentacle slowly wrap around his body gently before caressing his latexed butt again, probing ever closer to his hole. Meanwhile his tortured cock was pulled up before Siggi felt the tip of the tentacle open and surround the tip of his manhood. Stopping with a deep moan in front of another house, he examined the plate... R..be... oll... Ma..er The tentacle behind him suddenly pushed hard into him and aimed straight for his prostrate, making Siggi moan in ecstasy. Falling to his knees he cried out in silence as his cock was jerked hard and mercilessly, making him orgasm almost immediately. Oh god... I'm here... As he remained on the receiving end of the hair tentacles attack he managed to crawl on his knees up the steps and bang on the door with his head, just as another orgasm washed over him. Tears streaming down his eyes and over his latexed face he looked up as if in offering to the Doll Maker. The door opened... "Finally you made it!" Completely unable to move, let along get up and run away, Siggi feel his hair tentacles extend yet again to encircle his bent legs, binding him to a kneeling position. Siggy could only look up in amazement at the vision before him, dressed head to toe in tight latex, it showed off every inch of her gorgeous body. He couldn't even think anymore, beyond I have met my maker! The Traveller smiled and easily picked him up in her arms and took him inside. "We are going to have such fun together..." Her smile was as bright as the sun itself. She kicked the door closed. The End?