Kinktober 2023

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Chapter 1: Day 1: Competition - Kill la Kill: Follow up to Sisterly Bonding, showing Ragyo having Ryuko and Satsuki compete in a blowjob contest

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Over and over again Satsuki and Ryuko’s heads went up and down. How many shafts would they suck? Not even Ragyo knew.

Admittedly, Ragyo wasn’t terribly fond of sharing her daughters. She was the one who had broken them after all. But, on occasion, it was fun to sit back and let others dominate them, such as now.

The outfits the sisters wore were virtually identical, varying only in color. Ryuko’s was mostly black, with thin red lines running down the arms and legs as well as red high heels. Satsuki’s, on the other hand, was white where Ryuko’s was black and blue where hers was red. Two metal rings were placed over their breasts, and latex straps were wrapped around them, with the straps merging into one that dug into Ryuko’s crotch. Cuffs with metal rings were placed around Ryuko’s upper arms, and her hands were trapped in mittens which rendered them useless and ended with a pair of metal rings. Finally, the latex covered their heads, with just the area from their chins to their nose uncovered. 

Both Ryuko and Satsuki had been very naughty girls, thinking that they could not only defy, but stop Ragyo’s plans. Thankfully, a mothers love was able to break them down and show them the error of their ways. Now they didn’t have any thoughts of rebellion. In fact, they didn’t have any thoughts at all besides love for their mother, and a willingness to do whatever she told them. 

So, when Ragyo told them she wanted to have a little competition to decide who would get to share a bed with their beloved mother, Ryuko and Satsuki were eager. 

At this point, Ragyo hadn’t the faintest clue of who had sucked the most cocks. In fact, she hadn’t even made the slightest effort to keep track. She’d decide the winner either by randomly selecting either Ryuko or Satsuki, or she’d select whichever one passed out last. Though, if she had to guess, Satsuki was winning. Both women had sucked enough cucks that their stomachs had begun to bulge, and Satsuki’s looked ever so slightly bigger than Ryuko’s.

Regardless, the sisters didn’t know, and because they didn’t know, they would just keep sucking and sucking until one of them finally won their mothers latest little competition.

Chapter 2: Day 2: Wood - Fairy Tail: Laki uses her wood-make magic on Bisca

In hindsight, Bisca realized, going to Laki of all people for advice on how to spice things up in the bedroom was probably the worst option she could have picked. She had assumed, like any sane person would, that Laki would just tell her or give her books or something. But no, Laki had seen fit to give Bisca a demonstration.

Now the green-haired gunslinger was bound to a wooden cross, her arms held above her and her legs spread, making an X shape. Wooden cuffs bound her to it, and a wooden bit was shoved between her teeth. She hadn’t even had a chance to protest before Laki had used her magic to make the gag. Drool was already dripping down her because of the gag, and she angrily glared at Laki as the purple-haired young woman went rooting through a chest. 

“There we go,” Laki said cheerfully as she finally pulled something out of the chest. Bisca’s eyes widened as saw the item in question was a rather large and very scary looking flogger, with what appeared to be spiked leather studs. 

“Now then Bisca, are we ready to continue the demonstration?”

Bisca frantically shook her head no as Laki approached, but the bespectacled young woman ignored her, instead grinning like a mad woman as she pulled her arm back, ready to make the first strike, while Bisca squeezed her eyes shut, braced herself for impact, and gave one last thought to her predicament. 

‘I should’ve just gone to Mira.’

Chapter 3: Day 3: Crawl - Overlord: A resurrected Clementine is forced into a sleepsack and forced to try and crawl to freedom

Clementine had always thought death was death. Sure you could come back as some sort of undead, but you’d still be dead. As she had been crushed to death by that armored lich, she had thought that that would be the end. Her life would end, just like she had ended the lives of so many others. 

So, imagine her shock when she awoke to find herself very much alive. She was breathing, she could feel her heart beating, and she imagined if she’d been able to check her pulse, she’d feel it.

The shock of being alive wasn’t the only one she felt. 

The other shock she felt was when she realized the state she was in. She was covered from head to toe in black rubber, which formed a crushingly tight cocoon around her lower body. Her head was almost completely covered, with the only exposed parts being her eyes, her nose, and her mouth. Her mouth was filled by a massive rubber sphere, one she was sure would break her, while a metal hook was in her nose, pulling it upwards and making it look like a pig’s snout. 

Making things worse was that Clementine wasn’t alone. Instead, there was another woman with. A woman with long black hair, white horn, black wings, and a sadistic look on her face.

“Welcome to Nazareth worm,” the woman said. “I am Albedo, and as long as you are here, I will be your God.”

“I will do to you things you can not even comprehend. Lord Ainz told me all about you, and honestly, you seem like an amateur when it comes to inflicting pain. Luckily, he gave me free reign to educate you~”

Any hope of trying to break free vanished with the woman’s words. She didn’t know exactly who Lord Ainz was, but she had a very good idea. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked up at Albedo in horror as the realization sank in that that damned Lich hadn’t been satisfied with killing her. Somehow he had brought her back, and he had only brought her back to suffer.

“However, I’m not completely cruel,” Albedo said. “I will give you one chance, and one chance only, to escape. I will give you a five minute head start to go through that door and crawl your way pathetically towards freedom. If you succeed, then you will never see me again. If you fail, your education will begin.

‘How the hell am I supposed to move?’ Clementine thought to herself, just barely able to see the doorway past Albedo, and beyond it was a seemingly endless hallway.

“When I saw crawl worm, you crawl like the pathetic worm you are!” Albedo said as she approached Clementine and delivered a hard kick to the bound woman’s stomach, causing her to roll onto her side as she gasped in pain. Not wanting to be kicked again, Clementine did her best to ignore her pain as she rolled back onto her stomach and began to inch her way forwards as best she could (which was to say, extremely slowly thanks to a combination of her restraints, her still aching stomach, and her chest).

Clementine had no way of knowing when her five minutes would be up, but she didn’t dare look back. She knew every second she had right now was precious, and that she couldn’t afford to waste them. She moved as fast as she possibly could, eventually making her way through the doorway and into the hall. How much time it took to do so was unknown, but it felt like hours to Clementine. She knew deep down there was no way she’d be able to escape, but she had to move forwards. 

“Time’s up,” and with those words Clementine heard footsteps approaching. Her movements became more frantic and desperate as she tried her best to crawl forwards, hoping that somehow she’d be able to crawl faster than Albedo could walk.

She was wrong.

Without warning Albedo was on top of her, physically sitting down on her back, pinning her in place before pulling a latex sheet over the lower half of her face. Clementine screamed and struggled wildly as Albedo smothered her, desperately trying to break free and avoid dying for a second time. 

Yet, as Clementine’s vision began to blur, a feeling of deja vu came over her, as if she’d been in this exact position once before…

Clementine had always thought death was death. Sure you could come back as some sort of undead, but you’d still be dead. As she had been crushed to death by that armored lich, she had thought that that would be the end. Her life would end, just like she had ended the lives of so many others. 

So, imagine her shock when she awoke to find herself very much alive. She was breathing, she could feel her heart beating, and she imagined if she’d been able to check her pulse, she’d feel it…

Chapter 4: Day 4: Safe - One Piece: After being caught trying to break into Crocodile’s safe, Nami is kept safe by Miss All Sunday, who makes her a latex kitty.

Nami had bitten off more than she could chew, and now she was paying the price for it. She both felt like she had made a horrible mistake, but also that she had made the best decision of her life.

She had heard a rumor that the head of the infamous Baroque Works was in the East Blue, and she had decided to rob them. In hindsight Nami realized how stupid an idea it had been, but she was desperate to free her village from Arlong, and that desperation had blinded her. She had managed to infiltrate the ship and make her way to what she believed was the office of the head of Baroque Works. There a large safe sat out in the open, practically begging Nami to crack it open, and she almost had. She was just one digit off from the proper combination before a pair of hands suddenly sprouted from the safe and grabbed her wrists.

“Now what do we have here? A little stray cat burglar wandering where she shouldn’t?”

Nami had turned her head to see a woman now standing behind her, clad in a purple outfit with a matching purple cowboy hat. 

“You’re very fortunate I found you first. Had my employer come in, he would have killed you. In fact, he will as soon as he learns about this…”

“Unless of course, you and I make a deal.”

At that moment, Nami had agreed without even asking what the woman wanted in return. She had heard stories about what the members of the Baroque Works were capable of, and she didn’t dare imagine what the head of the entire organization could do.

As it would turn out, that was the last decision Nami would ever make. Yet, it was also the best decision she had ever made. 

Nami no longer spent her days stealing to survive, trying to pay off Arlong. She no longer worried about her village either. Her new Mistress, Mistress All-Sunday, had taken care of that. Not only that, but she had ensured Nami would never be separated from Nojiko again. 

Both Nami and Nojiko had become Mistress Sunday’s pets. Their entire bodies were covered in rubber (orange for Nojiko and blue for Nami), with hoods around their heads that had cat ears and had printed on whiskers. Their hands were stuck inside paw shaped mittens, and tail butt plugs penetrated them almost 24/7. At first both of them had found it humiliating and degrading to be dressed like this, but both of them had come around. Mistress All-Sunday was a kind Mistress who kept her pets well fed and entertained, and as Nojiko and Nami laid together in their shared cat bed, Nami’s head resting on Nojiko’s breasts and Nojiko’s chin on Nami’s head, the former cat-burglar felt something she hadn’t felt for a long time before meeting Mistress All-Sunday.

Safe.

Chapter 5: Day 5: Ink - Overwatch: Widowmaker forces Tracer to get a tattoo declaring herself Widowmaker’s slut

To the victor goes the spoils.

Honestly, Widowmaker was tempted to make those words the tattoo she was about to permanently etch into Tracer’s skin. Talon had emerged victorious in one final battle against Overwatch, and the spoils (or rather, the survivors) had been divided up between the winners. Of course, Widowmaker had had her eye on Tracer for a long time, and she wasn’t going to let anyone else lay claim to her. Her fellows respected this, if only because they didn’t want a bullet between their eyes.

Now the brit was bound before Widowmaker. She had stripped Tracer of everything but her goggles, leaving her naked. She was strapped down to a metal table, the cold steel wrapped around her ankles and wrists, ensuring she didn’t move. Her Chronal Accelerator was nearby, just close enough to keep Tracer in its field of affect, but far enough to tease her. A large orange rubber ball was strapped into her mouth, silencing her pleas for mercy. Tears were pooling up in her goggles as Widowmaker readied the needle, and she begged her not to do it.

“Now, hold still, I’m not very experienced,” Widowmaker said with a grin. This only made Tracer struggle more on instinct, which was exactly what she wanted. Her wails as she began her work were like music to the frenchwoman, and her smile widened as slowly she etched one letter after another into Tracer’s flesh.

By the time Widowmaker finished, Tracer had stopped. She had stopped screaming and stopped struggling. If it weren’t for the rise and fall of her chest, Widowmaker would have thought she’d managed to scare the poor girl to death. A glance at Tracer’s face showed her blankly staring up at the ceiling, but Widowmaker didn’t care. Instead, she looked down at her work, at the ink now permanently etched into Tracer’s flesh.

And the ink read “Widowmaker’s British Bitch”.

Chapter 6: Day 6: Hidden - Black Lagoon: Balalaika goes for a stroll around the city with bondage and gags hidden under her clothes.

There were a great many perks that came with Balalaika’s position. She was THE most powerful woman in Roanapur. She commanded loyal soldiers who were willing to follow her to the death. She had crushed all of her enemies thoroughly. She had created a reputation as someone NOT to fuck with.

That reputation was the only reason Balalaika was able to do this. If she was anyone else, she’d never dream of doing this. The risks were far too high, and the reward so low. 

Balalaika didn’t need to fear anything though. Even if she would be a bit… indisposed, she had her men with her. If anybody so much as looked at her funny, they wouldn’t even have time to regret it. Though, fortunately, nothing of the sort had happened yet.

A small moan escaped from Balalaika’s lips as she pulled on the crotch rope, causing it to dig into her already wet folds. She had completed a rope chest harness which forced her already impressive bust out even more. The ropes were pulled as tight as she possibly could, digging into her flesh and making Balalaika wince ever so slightly. 

Around one of her wrists was locked a set of handcuffs, and once she was done with her hands, she would lock them around her other wrist too. 

Reaching down, Balalaika took a large red ball gag off of her desk. It was the largest in her collection, and she had it custom made. It had taken almost a year to train her jaw enough to last just two minutes with it in, but now she could keep it in for hours on end without issue. The ropes, she pulled the strap for her gag as tight as she possibly could. Immediately drool began to drip down her chin, and she covered up the lower half of her face with a scarf. The next part was the most boring part, which was simply putting on her normal clothes. As much as she did want to walk around with nothing under her coat, she simply couldn’t afford a mishap. Once her clothes were on, she grabbed her coat. While it wasn’t typical for her to actually button it up, nobody was to question her on it. Once she managed to button it up, which was no small feat considering she had to do it from the inside, she brought her arms behind her back and locked the cuffs. The most powerful woman in Roanapur was now bound and gagged by her own hand, but she was far from helpless. A knock at her door via her knee signaled for her men to open it, and the second they did she marched out, her head held high as she prepared to march herself through Roanapur, with her fetish barely hidden.

Chapter 7: Day 7: Cult - Konosuba: Aqua gets mummified by Axis extremists

“And now, we shall entomb this heretic, condemning her to an eternity of suffering for her blasphemy!”
Though she would never admit it, Aqua did know her Axis Cult Church could be a bit extreme. Until now she hadn’t mind that one bit, as it translated into more power for her. In fact, she had been overjoyed when she heard a group from the Axis Church had set up shop in Axel, even when everybody else was whispering rumors of how this group dealt with those they deemed heretics. The rumors hadn’t bothered Aqua in the slightest though, and in her infinite divine wisdom, she had decided to not only introduce herself to them, but to introduce herself as their Goddess. 

Needless to say, they hadn’t taken it very well. 

They had immediately pounced upon Aqua and begun wrapping her in white linen strips enchanted to cancel the magic of whomever they touched. Despite her fierce struggles, They had already wrapped from her feet up to her neck, with her legs together and her arms forced to her sides. They had also taken the step to fill Aqua’s mouth with cloth and wrap over it, gagging her, though that didn’t stop her protests in the slightest.

“MRRR GRNNMHH NRMHN'H MRNH HR HM R MRMMM! MRRR GRNNMHH NRMHN'H MRNH HR HM R MRMMM!” She frantically screamed into her gag, hoping that her cult church would realize who she really was.

They didn’t.

In no time Aqua’s head was completely wrapped, hiding her identity completely as the members of her cult church deposited her mummified form in a casket they promptly nailed shut and began to drag outside, ready to bury her alongside all the other non-believers the cult had wrapped up.

Chapter 8: Day 8: Crime - Attack On Titan: Framed for a crime, Hange is placed in a gibbet for public humiliation

‘Is this the worst they can do?’ Hange thought to herself as she was led through the streets of the capital. She was a member of the Survey Corps, she was the top expert on Titans, and she had seen far more bloodshed and death than anyone should ever see in their life.

Yet this was the worst punishment they could muster?

Hange realized she wasn’t truly being punished, but she had expected something worse than this.

She had been accused of trying to steal some classified documents from high command, which wasn’t true. She’d been trying to get access to them through the official channels, and when they went missing, she was the prime suspect. Though Erwin had been able to prove her innocence, there was an insistence that somebody had to be punished, and because Hange was the only suspect, she’d be the one.

The punishment was honestly kinda boring for Hange. She was being led through the streets of the capital naked, chains wrapped around her arms and legs. This alone was not her punishment, but rather the lead up to it. 

Hange’s true punishment was to spend 24 hours in a gibbet hanging in the center of the capital where everyone could see. It was complete and utter public humiliation, but as she was locked into the giblet, Hange felt no fear or concern. 

Instead, the young woman felt annoyed. She was locked in this gibbet, trapped standing up with no means of moving her legs or her arms from her sides. She was stuck in this exact spot for an entire day, an entire day she could be spending doing something actually productive with her time, and for what? To make up for a crime she didn’t commit? 

Hange supposed the only upside was that she’d have time to think, but then a feeling of absolute dread came over as she realized something. 

She had no means to write anything down.

“Let me out!” the bespectacled young woman shouted as she began to struggle, rocking the gibbet back and forth. Unfortunately, her cries fell on deaf ears, for as far as anyone else was concerned, she had done a crime, and now she had to do the time.

Chapter 9: Day 9: Break - My Hero Academia: Mirko managing to break free of restraints

Everything was a bit fuzzy for Mirko. She remembered intercepting some bank robbers trying to make a getaway, getting hit in the face by some mist, and then nothing until now. 

Looking down at herself, the rabbit hero saw that she was bound, and judging by the feeling in her mouth, gagged. Duct tape was wrapped around her ankles, knees, and thighs, fusing the two limbs into one. Her arms were in front of her, and from her hands to her wrists was mummified in tape. From the feel of it, the lower half of her face had been wrapped up as well. 

Glancing around, she saw she was in the back of the same van the bank robbers had been driving off in. In fact, they were still on the move, albeit no longer at a breakneck speed, and it seemed everyone was gathered up in front. 

For anyone else, this would be some pretty secure bindings. Her hands were useless, she’d be reduced to hopping around, and anything she said would be muffled nonsense. It would be perfect for some poor witness who had managed to stumble across the criminals.

For Mirko though, it just made her laugh.

Well, she would laugh if she wasn’t gagged.

It took Mirko less effort to break free than it took for her to get up in the morning. All she had to do was just try to spread her legs to make the tape rip apart. With her hands it took ever so slightly more effort, but it ripped just the same, and Mirko easily pulled the remaining tape around her mouth off, not even wincing as it pulled her hair. 

Maybe a minute had passed since Mirko woke up, and yet her captors remained blissfully unaware that she managed to break free. A wicked grin on her face appeared as she rose to her feet and took a step forwards, ready to break the bad news, and to break some bones.

Chapter 10: Day 10: Trust - RWBY: Harriet abuses newbie Marrow’s trust in her for some mummification hazing.

Trust.

Trust was what made the world go round. 

There was, however, such a thing as too much trust. To blindly trust someone was to invite them to take advantage of said trust, which was exactly what Harriet was doing.

Marrow was the newest recruit to the Ace-Ops, and he blindly trusted his seniors, Harriet included. That made it easy to make him do whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was to do a bit of hazing. 

Of course, even though Marrow was blindly trusting, he wasn’t stupid. What Harriet had in mind would have raised alarm bells, and so she had to figure out a way to frame it to make him agree. That proved to be an easy task, as Marrow agreed to Harriet’s proposition without hesitation. What had Harriet proposed?
Escape training.

As Harriet had framed it, the chances of being captured were low, but not zero, and as the newest member, Marrow was a prime target. 

Marrow was so thankful that Harriet was looking out for him that he didn’t question it when she led him to a supply closet in a borderline abandoned section of Atlas Academy, or when she had informed him of what restraints he was going to be placed in.

He did, however, question one thing.

“Why do I have to be naked?” Marrow nervously asked as Harriet looked up at him, impatiently tapping her foot as she held a role of duct tape in her hand. 

“Because you can’t trust your captors to keep you dressed,” Harriet said. “Now, you can either undress, or I could report you for insubordination.” 

“I’ll strip!” Marrow quickly shouted, stripping off his clothing until he was standing before Harriet nude. 

“Good boy,” Harriet said, smirking as she saw Marrow’s tail wagging in response. “Now fold your arms and put your legs together,” she ordered, and Marrow obeyed. For the next few minutes the only sound in the supply closet was ripping tape as Harriet tightly wrapped Marrow from his neck down. By the time she was finished, it was impossible for Marrow to move his arms or legs, and Harriet helped him down onto the floor, allowing him to sit rather than stand. This wasn't an act of kindness, but rather to make the next steps much easier.

“Alright Marrow, open wide,” Harriet said as she produced a large rubber stress ball.

“Wait, why?” Marrow asked, not realizing his mistake until the rubber ball was shoved into his mouth and a strip of tape pressed over it. Harriet wasted no time in wrapping the rest of Marrow’s head up in tape, leaving only the tightest slits for his nostrils so he could still breathe. 

Harriet didn’t say a word as she watched Marrow begin to struggle, trying to break free of his mummification but completely failing to do so. It would be completely impossible for him to get free, and Harriet had a grin on her face as she silently left him to struggle, entertained by this breach of trust.

Chapter 11: Day 11: Chastity - Helltaker: Modeus locked in a chastity belt

“No! No! You can’t do this!” Modeus screamed as she struggled under the combined grip of Justice, Lucifer, Azazel, and Malina. The three demons and angel each had one of Modeus’s limbs tightly gripped, keeping her pinned down as she struggled.

“We are not paying any more medical bills!” Lucifer shouted in response. “Do you have any idea how much it costs to repair a shattered pelvis? A LOT!”

“But I’ll be good!” Modeus whined. 

“You said that last time,” Maline grumbled, wondering how it was her who was roped into this and not Zdrada, who stood to the side, smoking and laughing as her sister struggled to keep Modeus down.

“As well as the seventeen times before that,” Azazel cheerfully chipped in, unaware of Malina glaring at her.

“This is for the good of everyone, Modeus,” Judgement said as she approached, holding a metal chastity belt in one hand and a pair of metal ball mittens in the other. “You’ve gotten way too fucking horny.”

Getting the belt on was easier said than it was done. Modeus was thrashing like a beast, but Judgement was able to get things lined up. A moan escaped from Modeus as the metal phalluses of the belt entered her pussy and ass, providing the last penetration she would feel for a long time. The second the belt was locked Judgement broke off the key, making it impossible to get the belt off without bolt cutters or power tools. Of course, Modeus was perfectly willing to go to those lengths, thus necessitating the metal mittens. Just like with the belt, once they were on, Judgement broke off the keys for them. 

“Alright, if that doesn’t work, nothing will,” Judgement said as Modeus was released. Immediately her hands dove to her crotch, but instead of the pleasure she wanted, all she was able to do was uselessly rub metal against metal.

“How long do I need to stay like this?” Modeus asked, looking up at Lucifer with tear filled eyes. The Queen of Hell merely shrugged in response before walking off, followed quickly by the others, leaving Modeus alone to uselessly rub her metal mitts against the chastity belt. 

Chapter 12: Day 12: Care - Bleach: Unohana takes the Femritters under her care.

Even though a thousand years had passed, the name Yachiru Unohana struck fear into the heart of all Quincies. Despite not being designated as a special war target, there had been a single order issued regarding the first Kenpachi, which was to flee on sight. 

Unfortunately, the Bambi’s had never been all that good at following orders to a T. The potential for glory from being the ones to kill Unohana had blinded Bambietta and Candice to the danger they were in, while Giselle and Meninas had followed their leads, and Liltotto had come along merely to watch them fail. 

What exactly had happened wasn’t clear. None of them could remember anything past Captain Unohana taking notice of them. Somehow, she’d managed to take all of them down in an instant, 

But she didn’t kill them.

Instead, the five quincy women awoke to find themselves in a room they did not recognize, and in a situation that most of them were not happy about. Each of them had a unique reaction. Bambietta (predictably) reacted with anger, fiercely struggling to try and break free. Meninas, despite her strength, struggled far less than Bambietta and appeared more confused than alarmed. Liltotto didn’t even bother struggling, instead staying still as a statue with an impartial expression on her face. Giselle (to nobody’s surprise) was aroused, struggling not in an attempt to break free, but to stimulate herself. Finally, Candice seemed more annoyed than anything else as she struggled. 

All five of the women had been placed in white inflated latex sleepsacks. The sacks stood upright, with a base wrapped around the feet on the sacks to keep them standing. 

Those who were struggling ceased as they suddenly felt a presence behind them, followed by the sound of footsteps.

“My my, what do we have here? Five little Quincy who fell in battle?” 

Despite never hearing the voice before, somehow they all knew who it belonged to even before Captain Unohana stepped into view. The older woman had a gentle smile on her face as she looked over the five cocooned women, and it filled all of them, even Giselle, with a sense of dread. 

“Even if you are the enemy, I did take an oath, a medical oath, to take all under my care. As such I’ll be keeping the five of you here, isolated from everyone else until I’m satisfied I’ve done all I can to help you,” it was subtle, but as Unohana spoke, her smile became a little more menacing. 

As the five Quincies discovered, there was one fate worse than being struck down in battle, and that was coming under Unohana’s care. 

Chapter 13: Day 13: Prisoner - DC: Harley Quinn transferring to a permanent bondage ward of Arkham

Harley Quinn was excited to be back in Arkham.

That seemed like a very odd sentence, and under most circumstances, it was. Under normal circumstances (which translated to Batman foiling their plans), nobody would look forward to going to Arkham, even if their escape was inevitable. 

Harley, however, was not here due to normal circumstances. Batman hadn’t foiled her scheme, and in fact she didn’t have any sort of scheme going. A few ideas, sure, but nothing she would call an actual scheme. The only reason Harley was here was because she had turned herself in at the GCPD, which had resulted in her being transferred to Arkham just a few hours.

Now, why had Harley willingly allowed herself to be rendered a prisoner once again, especially considering her last escape had been just a few months ago?

The short answer was that Harley Quinn was a self-proclaimed kinky bitch. 

The long answer was that Harley had heard a rumor. Apparently Arkham had finally decided to make some long overdue upgrades to its security. While the upgrades for the male half of the prison didn’t interest her, the upgrades for the female half did, and Harley wanted to see for herself how true they were. 

As it turned out, not only were the rumors true, but they weren’t 100% accurate. The rumor Harley had heard was that female inmates now wore orange latex straitsuits, with matching orange ball gags and hoods. That was true, and Harley had learned that soon after her arrival, when she was forced into the straitsuit by several orderlies. Now, that alone was enough to make Harley very happy, but Harley’s joy grew as she arrived at her “cell”. What the rumor hadn’t said was, in order to cut down on the amount of space being used per prisoner, all female prisoners were to spend 23 hours of their day sealed inside of nice and thick rubber sleepsacks. The sleepsacks lined the walls of each cell, which had had everything removed to free up space.

Most would have been terrified by this prospect, but Harley Quinn was drooling all over herself. Not just because of the ball gag in her mouth, but also because she wouldn’t wait to truly become a rubber prisoner.

Chapter 14: Day 14: Betrayal - JJK: Mai betrays Maki, offering her twin up as a sex slave in exchange for being allowed back into the family.

Maki had expected that someday Mai would do something to her. That her twin would do something to get back at her for leaving the clan and (unintentionally) getting Mai kicked out in the process. She had always assumed it would be some sort of petty revenge, like sabotaging Maki’s career as a sorcerer.  

Never, not once in her entire life, had it occurred to Maki that Mai might do something this extreme.

Maki had awoken to find herself strapped to a table, with a half-dozen leather straps pinning her down and ensuring she wouldn’t be able to move so much as an inch. From her neck down her body was covered by a black latex catsuit, with the only shift in color being green latex covering her pussy. Speaking off, she could tell the latex parted there, exposing her womanhood. Her hands were trapped in rubber spheres, rendering them useless. Her glasses were gone, and her hair was loose.

Standing over her, holding a latex hood and grinning, was Mai.

“What the hell are you doing?” Maki asked as she glared up at her sister.

“I don’t feel like dragging this out, so I’ll make this quick,” Mai said. “I’ve made a deal with the clan,” Maki’s glare intensified at these words, but Mai kept speaking. “They’ve agreed to let me back in with no further consequences for what YOU did, but on the condition I bring you back as well.”
“And they told you to make me a fucking gimp?” 

“Oh no,” Mai said. “They just said to bring you back, they didn’t say how, so I just decided you’d make a perfect little stress relief toy for the lower ranks.”

“You bitch,” Maki growled. She hadn’t seen a betrayal like this coming from Mai, and she was mentally kicking herself over it. 

“Now now, if you talk to me like that I might not come visit you,” Mai said with a wicked grin as she began to pull the hood down over Maki’s head. “Now quit squirming while I finish up. The sooner I’m back home, the better.”
Maki, of course, ignored Mai’s request. She continued her struggle, whipping her head back and forth. It wasn’t much, but it was all she could do to try and impede the efforts of Mai. Of course, it was more of an annoyance than anything else, and Maki’s head soon was completely covered by black latex, with two small air holes at the nose and a green latex condom built into the hood.

The young woman was enraged like never before. She bucked against her restraints as much as she could, and Mai actually took a step back, at least slightly afraid the leather straps would break.

They didn’t though, and by this time tomorrow Maki would be in her new position, all thanks to her sister's betrayal. 

Chapter 15: Day 15: Fire - Avatar TLA: Azula heats things up for her rubber slave Toph

“So, you think you can escape from the Rubber Nation?” Azula asked as she paced in front of Toph, her disobedient subject. Over a decade years ago she had helped defeat Azula and the Fire Nation, robbing her of her birthright. Now, however, she was Azula’s subjects as Queen of the Rubber Nation, though Azula clearly needed to work on her loyalty to her.

She had caught Toph trying to escape. The key word was trying though. Azula had dressed Toph up in a green latex catsuit, with only three openings. One for her mouth, one for her pussy, and one for her tits. She kept Toph restrained almost constantly, and had caught Toph trying to hop to freedom while stuck in a legbinder and a box armbinder. She had gotten far, and now Azula had her hanging upside by her feet, unable to do anything but await whatever it was Azula had in mind for her. A massive rubber ball gag had been shoved into her mouth, though no straps held it in place. Instead, Toph had to keep it in place, less she worsen her punishment.

 “You will never leave me,” Azula hissed as, in her hand, she created a flame. It wasn’t a large flame, but it was enough for what Azula had in mind. She held the flame up to Toph’s breasts, with just enough distance between them and the flame to ensure she didn’t burn Toph. 

Toph’s reaction was immediate. She could tell what the source of the heat was, but all she could do was begin to struggle. Struggling, however, only made things worse, as while Toph began to swing, Azula remained in place, meaning Toph unintentionally brought herself closer to the fire in Azula’s hand. This provoked Toph to struggle more, which made things worse, which made her struggle more.

Azula grinned as she listed to Toph shriek and squirm, though there was a part of sad her slave wouldn’t try to escape again for some time after this. It wasn’t often Azula played with fire, but when she did, she always enjoyed it.

Chapter 16: Day 16: Toy - Soul Eater: Medusa becomes a toy for her sister Arachne

Medusa silently glared at her elder sister. It was the only thing she could do, and it absolutely infuriated her. She had come seeking assistance with her plans. Not much assistance, as she only needed the location of an item she knew that Arachne knew of, but it was just enough for Arachne to give a price. With anyone else Medusa would have simply killed them and then gone on with her day, but her elder sister was a different story. She hadn’t even bothered trying to bargain, instead resigning herself to fulfilling Arachne’s demands.

Said demands, as it turned out, were to help alleviate Arachne’s boredom. 

It seemed like an easy request, and more importantly it seemed like a normal request. Medusa, however, had known it wouldn’t be either, and she was right. 

Now Medusa was hanging upside, completely wrapped from the tips of her toes to the top of her head in sticky spider silk. Her eyes remained uncovered, if only to allow Arachne the entertainment of seeing how infuriated her younger sister was at being stuck in such a position. Medusa knew that her sister hadn’t actually been bored in the slightest, and had only said so so that she could treat Medusa like a toy. It made Medusa want to kill her but, again, if she did that she wouldn’t get the information she wanted.
So all Medusa could do was glare as she swung back and forth, occasionally pushed by Arachne when she began to lose momentum, all along despising how she was being treated like a toy.

Chapter 17: Day 17: Forbidden - Edens Zero: Hermit peaks into a forbidden file while doing maintenance on Sister Ivry

Routine maintenance. That was one of Hermit’s duties aboard the Edens Zero, and not just maintenance of the ship itself. It was her duty to regularly check the other Shining Stars to ensure there had been no compromisation of their systems. This was a process she had done countless times before, and it had gotten to the point where she knew her way around her fellow androids heads like the back of her own hand.

The familiarity was why it was so peculiar to her that there was a file marked “FORBIDDEN” in Sister Ivry. It was an unusual sight. Never before had Hermit encountered any file with such a designation while checking Witch, Valkyrie, or Witch.

“I should check this,” Hermit said to herself. There was the possibility that this was some sort of hostile file, and though her scans hadn’t pinged it, it was better to be safe than sorry. That was 100% Hermit’s reasoning, and not at all a curiosity as to what it was.

Now, Hermit knew Sister. She knew Sister’s hobbies. She should have known better than to just open up a file originating from her.

Unfortunately, at this moment, curiosity outweighed her commonsense.

Immediately Hermit realized that she should have just left the file unopened. It was a video, clearly a memory of Sister’s as it was seemingly from her point of view. What Hermit was seeing was Sister rubbing lube, a LOT of lube, onto a strap-on. Before Sister, bound with her ass up, was clearly Rebecca. The blonde young woman was clad in a blue latex catsuit, with a blue latex hood with cat ears and two openings for her hair 

Hermit watched as Sister grabbed a hold of Rebecca’s pigtails and plunged the strap-on into Rebecca’s ass, eliciting a moan from her.

Hermit knew she should look away, that this was most definitely not something she should be watching, but she couldn’t.

After all, forbidden knowledge was the most tempting.

Chapter 18: Day 18: Magic - Dragon Maid: Elma and Tohru accidentally magically encase themselves and Kobayashi

“What have you done!” Tohru screamed as she glared at Elma. She was mere seconds away from ripping Elma apart limb from limb, only restraining herself in the off chance that Elma could undo this.

“I didn’t do anything!” Elma defensively proclaimed. “Kobayashi opened the book, not me!”

“But you brought it here!”
“I did,” Elma admitted.

The book in question was a spell book Elma had found. She had intended to bring it to someone who could actually decipher it, but she’d decided to stop in at the Kobayashi household first, setting the book in front of the couch. How was she supposed to know that when Kobayashi opened it up, she would be immediately cocooned from head to toe in shiny pink latex? She had no idea what sort of magic it was in the first place, and she didn’t even know any magic like this existed.

“Then you can be the one to fix it!” Tohru shouted as she grabbed the book, holding it open towards Elma. Immediately light blue latex shot out of the book, attaching itself to Elma and encasing her in no time, just like Kobayashi. 

In shock, Tohru dropped the book, and as it fell to the ground, for just a few seconds, it faced her. Green latex shot out of it this time, and just like Elma and Kobayashi, Tohru was cocooned from head to toe.

The three latex encased women could do nothing but groan and squirm in their cocoons, feebly trying to break free on the magic latex. It was no use though, and the three would remain squirming and moaning in their magical cocoons until somebody figured out how to free them.

If they could be freed.

Chapter 19: Day 19: Sticky - Black Clover: Out in the wild, Mereoleona awakens to find a magic draining spider cocooning her

“Well, this is it,” Mereoleona said to herself as she stood outside a cave. There was white silk strands coating the mouth of the cave, and Mereoleona assumed it meant her prey was inside.

The prey in question for the uncrowned and undefeated Lioness was a spider. 

A giant spider.

A giant spider that allegedly fed on magic.

Admittedly it was just a rumor Mereoleona had overheard, but she had nothing better to do with her time, and she was always eager for a fight. 

Now, she could have just marched in, but there was no guarantee the spider would be in a fighting mood should she do that. So, with a flick of her finger Mereoleona sent embers towards the silk surrounding the cave, and it did not take long for them to grow into a fire.

“Now come on and face me,” Mereoleona said, a wide and predatory grin on her face as she waited for movement within the cave. Her assumption was that, in response to the sudden fire at the entrance to its home, the spider would come out seeking revenge.

Mereoleona assumed incorrectly. 

A large glob silk shot out, encasing her right hand, while another followed seconds later and encased her left hand. Before Mereoleona had a chance to try and burn this fresh (and very sticky) silk off of her hands, she was yanked forwards. 

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play,” Mereoleona’s grin didn’t fade in the slightest as she was pulled into the cave. She expected to be pulled right up to the spider, but once again her prediction was wrong, as instead the spider threw her against the wall of the cave before she even reached it. The wild woman let out a groan as she hit the stone wall, and before she could fall more globs of sticky silk were shot towards her. They came at her so fast she had no time to count them, and they completely coated Mereoleona to the wall. Not a single inch of her flesh was left exposed. Everything was hidden below the sticky white silk, and no matter how hard Mereoleona struggled against it, it wouldn’t give at all.

Under the silk, Mereoleona’s grin widened. Anyone else in this situation would have (understandably) panicked. Mereoleona, on the other hand, was looking forward to the challenge, both of getting out of these sticky webs, and of taking down the spider.

Chapter 20: Day 20: Nerd - Persona 5: Futaba abducted and mummified

A whimper escaped from Futaba’s gagged lips as she watched the intruders pick up another roll of duct tape. The young woman was home for a week off from college, and had just booted up her computer when the power suddenly cut out. Sojiro was off at LeBlanc, and Futaba had left her room to try and find a flashlight or a lamp or something. 

Instead, what she found were two men, who quickly pinned her down. Despite it being almost three years since she stopped being a total shut-in, Futaba still lacked any real physical strength. She was helpless to do anything but struggle in vain as silver duct tape was wrapped around her lower face, rendering her mute. After that, they had moved on to the rest of her body, covering her in a cocoon of silver she had no hope to escape from. 

Futaba had no idea who the men were or why they were here. She doubted they were just robbers considering that they were spending precious time wrapping her up, but why else could they be here?

‘Oh crap,’ Futaba thought to herself as she realized what else they could be here for.

Her.

Futaba didn’t have much time to dwell on the fact before her glasses were removed and tape was wrapped around her head. Soon all of Futaba was covered in silver tape, without a single identifying feature left exposed. The closest thing were her glasses, which her assailants thoughtfully placed back on her face and taped into place before picking her up and literally throwing her over their shoulder.

“You’d think capturing the infamous Medjed would be trickier,” one of the men said. “All we had to do was cut the power and stroll right in.”

“I just can’t believe this little nerd did so much damage, or that somebody's still nursing a grudge against her.”

Just like that, things got even worse. Futaba had almost forgotten about her time as Medjed, and this was the last way she’d have hoped to be reminded. Her fear turned into pure terror as she recalled all the damage Medjed had done, both when she used the mantle and when others had. She’d thought she’d covered her tracks perfectly, but she had pissed off some very powerful people, and as she was tossed into the trunk of a car, she knew this was only the beginning.

Chapter 21: Day 21: Debt - The Owl House: Odalia used Amity to work off a debt by making her a mindless rubber doll for the night

Odalia Blight was vaguely aware that this might constitute going too far, but she was desperate. Her alliance with the Collector had resulted in her losing her social status and her family. Of course, after a life spent living in luxury, Odalia couldn’t just give it up overnight, so she had borrowed some funds, and then borrowed some more, and more…

Now, normally Odalia was able to keep her debt at bay, at least enough for her to enjoy life, but right now it threatened to consume her if she didn’t do something. Unfortunately for her earning money was easier said than done. No legitimate work was being offered to her, and she refused to personally do any illegitimate work. 

For a brief period, it seemed as though she was doomed, but Odalia’s salvation arrived at the last minute in the form of her youngest daughter, Amity.

Odalia hadn’t truly talked with Amity in what seemed like a decade, and her daughter had come seeking to make peace ahead of a wedding or something. Admittedly Odalia hadn’t paid much attention to what her youngest was saying, instead waiting for the opportune moment to knock her out. 

Now Amity was covered from head toe to toe in a layer of tight latex. The only openings were for her mouth (courtesy of a ring gag), her breasts, her ass, and her pussy. While Odalia herself was unwilling to do anything illegitimate to earn money, using her daughter was a different story. Despite the feeling that this might be a step too far, Odalia was happy to let the cash keep rolling in as more and more people lined up for a chance to use Amity. In the morning, once she was sure there wouldn’t be any further clients, Odalia would wipe the events of tonight from Amity’s mind.

Until then though, she would just keep counting the money as she got closer and closer to paying off her debt.

Chapter 22: Day 22: Farm - Monster Musume: Minotaur girls made into ponygirls

A few years had passed since the reveal of monsters to the world, and in all honesty, not much had changed. For the vast majority of people, the revelation meant nothing to them. They still had bills to pay and jobs to do. The biggest change for most was just seeing monsters out and about, but the novelty of that swiftly wore off. 

That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been changes. Monsters had proven to be a useful addition to the workforce, able to accomplish inhuman tasks that otherwise would have been delegated to machines. Of course, being living breathing creatures, they did get paid, which was a bit of a problem for Jeb. He was getting on in the years, and while having some monster workers would have made things so much easier on the farm, he couldn’t afford to pay them when he barely earned enough to feed himself.

But then, one day, fortune shined down on Jeb at long last. A pair of minotaur girls stumbled onto his farm, claiming they had gotten lost on a stroll through the woods. They had accepted Jeb’s offer of some supper, only to be shot in the back with several rounds of cow tranquilizer. When they awoke, they stripped naked and ready for their new jobs. Leather straps kept their arms trapped behind their backs, and strong iron chains ensured they could keep walking without Jeb having to worry about a hoof to the back of the head. Finally, to silence their protests, wooden bit gags had been shoved into their mouths, secured with some spare rope. 

Almost a year had passed since then, and now Jeb could sit back and relax in the mornings, sitting on his porch with a cup of coffee. It gave him the perfect view of the rising sun, and of the fields the two Minotaurs were currently plowing, sweat dripping down their nude figures as they pulled with all their might the heavy metal plow hitched behind them. Long since had they given up on being rescued, and now they focused solely on doing their jobs. 

Chapter 23: Day 23: Tight - Akame ga Kill: A captured Esdeath is placed in as tight a bondage that can be done.

So… this was it.

This was how the universe rewarded Esdeath for a life dedicated to the Empire. 

She had lost what had been the most important battle of her life, been captured, been imprisoned, and finally been sentenced as though she were a common criminal. 

The sentence handed down to her was to spend the rest of her unnatural life entombed, unable to move, see, or speak. The word unnatural had struck her as odd, but the former General had remained silent, not letting this new Government have the satisfaction of getting a reaction from her. The unnatural part did however become clear once she was injected with an experiment solution the Empire had been developing and she’d been privy to. It was meant to ensure certain prisoners never escaped their suffering, eliminating the need for oxygen and food. 

After the drug had come the restraints. Several layers in fact. The first had been a blue latex catsuit with mitted hands, with a matching (and massive) blue ball gag. Next had been a straitjacket and legbinder, both also blue. A latex body bag came next, and with it also came a sensory deprivation hood, which cut Esdeath off from the rest of the world. What happened next would have been a mystery had it not been explained in detail to her before they even began to bind her. She was apparently to be dipped not once, not twice, but thrice into a vat of liquid latex, creating a featureless cocoon that was then covered by another sleepsack. Finally, an inflatable sleepsack, filled with more liquid latex, would be used.

By the second dip into the vat of latex Esdeath couldn’t move, but she supposed there was no kill like overkill. She did wonder though what had happened to her after the final layer of bondage was added. Had they strung her up on display, or had they thrown her in a hole and then thrown away the hole?

Whatever happened, it didn’t matter. Esdeath had no illusions of escaping this. She knew she was going to spend the remainder of her life deprived of all her senses and movement, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company, and she had made her peace with that.

What she had most certainly not made her peace with though was the tightness. It felt as though every inch of her body was being crushed by this extremely tight bondage, and all she could do was bite down on her gag and try to ignore the feeling of tightness all around.

Chapter 24: Day 24: Spiral - Evangelion: Ritsuko is brainwashed by Maya

“Watch the spiral senpai,” Maya purred as she ran her hands along Ritsuko’s body. She stopped when she reached the older woman’s breasts, beginning to grope them once again.

“Yes…” Ritsuko slowly droned out. “Watch the spiral…” There was no emotion in her voice as she stared blankly ahead, her vision filled with a rotating spiral, courtesy of a visor. Said visor was part of a dark green latex hood that completely covered almost all of Ritsuko’s head, with only her mouth left exposed. Actually, all of Ritsuko’s body was covered in dark green latex, courtesy of a suit Maya had picked out for her.

The reason Ritsuko was wearing latex was simple.

Maya had snapped.

The stress of working for NERV had finally broken the young woman, and she had decided to go awol. But, she couldn’t bring herself to leave her beloved senpai behind, but she also knew her beloved senpai would never willingly abandon her post. That was why Maya had gone through the trouble of luring Ritsuko into her home, drugging her, stripping her, redressing her in latex, and then binding her to a chair while the hypnosis took effect.

“Tell me senpai, who do you love?”

“I love you Maya,” even if there wasn’t any emotion to the words, hearing them from her beloved senpai made Maya’s heart flutter. 

“I love you too senpai!” Maya happily exclaimed as she planted a kiss on Ritsuko’s cheek. “I love you soooo much…” she said as she got onto her knees before Ritsuko. The suit she had dressed Ritsuko in had a crotch zipper, which she pulled down before burying her face in her senpai’s crotch. The moans Ritsuko made were like heavenly music to Maya’s ears, encouraging her to continue and make her and Ritsuko’s first night together truly memorable. 

Chapter 25: Day 25: Closet - Komi Can’t Communicate: Shuuko ends up bound in her own closet.

‘Shit shit shit…’ Shuuko Komi thought to herself, her heart pounding in her chest as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The matriarch of the Komi family had decided to experiment a bit with self-bondage while her husband was off at work and her kids at school, but she had decided she wouldn’t start off simple with just a pair of handcuffs.

No, Shuuko had gone out and bought several rolls of duct tape and plastic wrap, and had decided to mummify herself. Her plan had at first gone off without a hitch, with her being able to wrap up her legs completely and then laying out strips of tape and wrap on the floor, which she rolled herself into. The end result was that she had successfully mummified herself from the neck down, with the only way out being a small packaging knife she was going to keep in her hand so she could cut herself out.

There was, however, one hiccup. 

Shuuko had forgotten to grab the knife before wrapping her torso up. Her eyes had gone wide with alarm when she saw it laying on the floor, and they widened even more when she heard the front door opening. Thinking fast, she had squirmed her way into her closet, just barely able to get it shut halfway. 

So now here she was, mummified by her own hand and essentially trapped in her own closet. She wasn’t sure who it was, but it had to be either Shouko or Shousuke considering Masayoshi shouldn’t be back for a few more hours. She couldn’t let either of her kids see her like this, and so Shuuko did her best to make herself comfortable, knowing she’d been in the closet for sometime.

Chapter 26: Day 26: Transparent - Malty is put on display in a transparent vacbed as a warning.

“You can not do this to me! I AM THE RIGHTFUL QUEEN!” Malty screamed as she struggled against the men holding her down. She was in the royal court, which at the moment was thankfully only occupied by herself, her mother, and the men currently holding her down.

Months ago Malty had been kicked out of the Royal Family and renamed Bitch due to her attempts to murder her mother and younger sister so that she could claim the crown she believed was rightfully hers. She had snuck back in during the dead of night to try again, this time doing it herself to ensure it was done right. Unfortunately for her, her mother Queen Mirellia had foreseen her daughter making such an attempt, and she had posted guards. 

Now Mirellia sat on her throne, watching as her eldest was held down and stripped of each and every article of clothing, leaving her totally naked. Next to Malty were two strips of transparent rubber inside of a golden frame. 

“I said let me go!” Malty shouted again, trying to break free and attack the men holding her down as they began to move her into the frame. The second she was fully inside of it was sealed shut. The frame was enchanted, intended as a permanent prison for whomever entered. They would not need to eat, sleep, or relieve themselves. They would be unable to move, as the air between the two sheets of rubber swiftly ceased to exist.

All Malty could do was suffocate and squirm, desperately struggling in an attempt to break free.

Queen Mirellia had hoped her daughter would reform, but now she could at the very least do some good. She would be displayed above the throne as a warning to anyone else who might seek to harm the royal family, and thanks to the frame, it would be a permanent position.

Chapter 27: Day 27: Tape - Star Wars: Ahsoka does some self-mummification via the force

Ahsoka looked down at the roll of shiny material she held in her hand, and then at the other rolls of the same material laid out on her bed. She was in the outer reaches of the Outer Rim. The Empire’s presence here was virtually non-existent, giving her some time to spend doing something other than fleeing and hiding.

She had known about this material for a long time, and she had known what she wanted to do with it for just as long, but she’d never had a chance to do anything with it until now.

Setting the roll of tape down. Ahsoka laid down on her bed, bringing her legs together and placing her arms at her side. 

Closing her eyes, she called upon the force, using it to lift herself up in the air ever so slightly. She then used it to lift up one of the rolls of tape. She used the force to begin to wrap herself in the shiny material, starting at her toes and working her way upwards. Even though she couldn’t see her work, she was focused enough to keep the wrappings tight and to ensure she didn’t leave a single gap. Slowly she worked her way upwards, and when on roll was done, she picked up another and resumed where she’d left off.

By the time Ahoka finished and lowered herself back down onto her bed, she’d wrapped herself in three layers of tape. She tried to break free, but found she couldn’t. She could barely move a single muscle. 

Smiling at this, Ahsoka used the force to call upon the last roll, and she used to wrap her entire head, leaving only her nose uncovered. Now in complete darkness, Ahsoka merely laid on her bed. Her only movement was the rise and fall of her chest. She was quite pleased with these results, and she knew she’d buy even more rolls the next chance she got.

Chapter 28: Day 28: Perfect - Fire Emblem Awakening: Follow-up to Bad Ends, showing Sully as a perfect rubber wife.

Sully was perfect.

At least, that was what her wonderful husband always told her. Of course he was always quick to remind her she hadn’t always been perfect. Before he came along, she had been a knight, a fighter, and a tomboy. Hardly what anyone would consider material for the perfect wife.

But, her wonderful husband had fixed her, making her perfect physically first. Her entire body (sans her eyes, mouth, crotch, and ass) were coated in a layer of porcelain white latex. Over this she almost constantly wore a red latex ball gown, the same shade of red as the armor she had long since abandoned. The puffy latex skirt reached down to her feet, covering the red heels on her feet. The gown possessed a breast window that exposed the top of Sully’s white latex covered breasts, and the sleeves reached down to her wrists. A white corset was laced around her waist, painfully tightened to the max, and the shoulders of the gown were puffed up. Completing her appearance was a red latex wig, with long straight red hair, a far cry for the short hair she had worn before her marriage. 

Now, at first she had attempted to resist. She had claimed her husband was a kidnapper, and that he would pay for what he had done. But, the more time she spent with him as his perfect rubber wife, the more she came to see him as a liberator. He had freed her from all her past imperfections, her crudeness, her muscular figure, her eagerness to fight, and made her into something truly perfect.

Whereas once upon a time Sully had looked forward to each battle, now she merely looked forward to her husband looking over her rubber covered form and saying one single word that made her tingle.

Perfect.

Chapter 29: Day 29: Phobia- Marvel: Storm is locked away in a small space, triggering her claustrophobia.

Ororo Munroe, known to most as Storm, was considered by many to be fearless. She had been a member of and led the X-Men, been an Avenger, and even been part of the Fantastic Four. She had fought aliens and demons, threats from the past and the future, and just about every kind of supervillain one could possibly imagine.

But Storm was not fearless, despite what many thought.

There was one fear that she possessed.

That fear was claustrophobia, the fear of confined spaces. 

She had spent years dealing with it, and she had truly thought that had conquered her fear.

But Emma Frost had managed to prove her wrong.

Emma Frost had infiltrated the X-Men, spending years gaining their trust and integrating herself with the team only to betray them when they least expected it.

Storm wasn’t sure what had happened to the other X-Men, but Emma Frost had sealed her inside an inflatable latex cocoon which seemed to be filled with some sort of cement. A massive white ball gag kept her silent and ended her protests towards Emma. If that was it, it wouldn’t be so bad. But, Emma Frost had then simply tossed Storm down a hole and sealed it shut behind her. Just before being dropped into it, Storm had been able to see how cramped a space it was. No matter where Storm looked, all she could see was darkness. Despite that darkness she could tell there was just barely a few inches of space between her face and the wall of the hole. She tried squirming in her sack, but she couldn’t move so much as a single inch no matter how hard she tried.

All Storm could do was take panicked breath as she prayed that someone, anyone, would rescue her.

Chapter 30: Day 30: Cosplay - Pokemon: Elesa’s photoshoot in an old Team Rocket uniform goes wrong when she’s mistaken for the real deal.

“I keep telling you I’m a Gym Leader! I’m visiting from Unova!”

“Sure you are,” Officer Jenny said, rolling her eyes as she led Elesa towards the back of her cruiser. “We get your type all the time. So ex-Rocket who decides to relive their glory days, or thinks Giovanni is about to come back, or something along those lines.”
“But I’m not a member of Team Rocket! I was just wearing this for a photoshoot!”
“So then where are the camera’s?” Jenny asked.

“I showed up early,” Elesa responded. Her story was true. She had come to Kanto to do some photoshoots, and she had agreed to do one wearing an old Team Rocket uniform. Her assumption had been this wouldn’t mean anything, as Team Rocket had disbanded years ago and had never been as much of a threat as Team Plasma in her native Unova.

Unfortunately for her, she had thought wrong. 

She had shown up early to the shoot, already wearing the uniform, and somebody had reported her. Apparently Team Rocket was still considered enough of a threat that she had her arms brought behind her back and a pair of handcuffs slapped on her wrists before she could even say a peep.

Now, as she was placed into the back of the cruiser, all Elesa could do was lie back on the seat. Hopefully once she got to the station she’d be able to explain the situation and get out of these damned handcuffs.

That, or she spent her entire night in cuffs, an offer the model didn’t find overly appealing.

Chapter 31: Day 31: Mischief - Spy x Family: Yor is fooled by some young men into getting into a “special” ghost costume, one made from latex and chains.

Yor was beginning to suspect that those nice young men might have been actually making mischief, with her as their victim. Yor had nobody to blame but herself for being in this situation though.

Anya had wanted to go out Trick or Treating with both her and Loid, but word had kept Yor so busy that she had honestly forgotten all about it until the last minute. She had made a mad dash out to the store, only to find them sold out of Halloween costumes. Knowing she wouldn’t have the time (and that she didn’t have the skills) to make her own costume in time, Yor had become desperate, so desperate in fact that when three young men dressed in devil costumes had approached her, offering up a spare ghost costume they had, she had accepted without any hesitation.

The ghost costume consisted of a white latex hood with only the smallest of openings for her eyes and mouth, as well a white latex cloak that completely covered everything from Yor’s neck down to her ankles. That alone wouldn’t have been an issue, but there were accessories the three young men had insisted needed to be included. These were stone balls attached to metal chains, which in turn were attached to metal bands. Yor had at first thought they were props, but now as she tried to return home, she unfortunately knew they were real. A total of four were used on her. One at her ankles, one at her knees, one around her waist, and one just below her breasts. These bounds her arms and legs together, and when she had tried to question how she was supposed to move, they had put a strip of duct tape over her mouth before hooding her.

Now Yor was slowly shuffling her way towards home. Needless to say, it was humiliating and embarrassing for the Thorn Princess to be stuck in such a position, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Try as she might she couldn’t break the bands, and the trio of mischief makers had run off right after hooding her. She could just barely see where she was going, and she groaned as she pulled the weights behind her.

Hopefully once she got home Loid would be able to get her out of this.

Assuming he was home…