KELLY AND THE MASK OF LOKI 2/3 (Patreon)

Part 2

"What the hell. . . no risk, no fun. . . no pain, no gain," Kelly said to herself as she moved the mask closer to her face again until it touched.

The cool viscous material stuck to her face and seeped through her pores as soon as it came in contact with her skin. Kelly felt something like an electric shock run from her head to the tips of her fingers and toes. The imbued magic of the mask, in combination with strong pheromones, connected to the primal parts of her mind and body, starting to take control.

The wood of the mask changed into a green slime, which quickly spread, like in "The Blob (1988)", but green, all over her head. As her head was covered by the green substance, the iron strip of the mask grew from her forehead, over the top of her head, down to the back of her neck and from there it began to encircle her throat and rejoined the original iron on her chin.

Kelly was floating in a distant universe, her mind had been filled with a sensation like she had never experienced before. As she felt the initial shock, the self-defense part of her mind urged her to remove the mask, but the orgasm that almost immediately followed the first shock, made her want more. The natural warmth of her body resulting from this caused her to shed the towel, that she had been wrapped in until now. It was the first time she had reached orgasm without any physical stimulation.

She was unaware of what was happening to her, because of the ecstasy that now enveloped her body and mind. After the fourth orgasm, Kelly's young mind was filled with her darker and repressed sexual fantasies. Each orgasm had been longer and more intense than the last. Feeling her body shaken like an earthquake after feeling like a supernova, devouring the entire universe around her.

Meanwhile the the green slime was moving down from her neck, covering her breasts and her buttocks and was flowing steadily towards her feet.

When she was finally able to think coherently again, after the mask decided for some reason to give her a break, Kelly realized she was lying on the floor. She also noticed that the green substance now covered her completely, leaving only openings for her eyes. It had even started to enter all the holes of her body, pressing against her private parts and her lips.

Kelly got up and moved over to the mirror to get a look at herself. She barely got to see herself in the mirror, with her body being coated, by that green wood that seemed to have melted like tar and was now like a slime devouring her body. That, even in that semi-liquid and later in an almost solid state, which felt like satin, restricted her movements.

Kelly soon realised that the suit, now tightly covering her like a second skin, was capable of stimulating and caressing her. The manipulations of the green substance drove her to new levels of arousal, making it very hard for her to think of anything else than finding release from her pent up desire.

At the same time her wrists were trapped by iron bracelets, as well as her ankles and neck. Another plate, which seemed welded to a strip that ran along her back and was lost between her buttocks, covered her sex. It was at that moment that Kelly's eyes snapped open in a new shock, and a loud moan managed to echo from her mask. Two large, self-willed intruders, emerging from the plate, began to fill her, pushing her legs apart.

"Fuck !" she exclaimed, thinking clearly for the last time, before her mind was again overwhelmed with lust and she was no longer able to think coherently as she was being fucked between her legs. "This mask is wickedly wonderful, more, give me more!"

As if the mask had listened to her, another intruder grew into her mouth, forcing her to suck on it. Soon she was lost again in a world of ever increasing pleasure. Now stimulated mentally and physically Kelly soon reached new heights of orgasms, the mask making sure she stayed continually aroused this time.

After Kelly had been fully covered and infiltrated the mask played with her for some time. When the mask gave her another pause, she noticed that something new was happening.

Always keeping a strong grip on her, the new suit began to tighten more and more. Her waist began to shrink. As a result, her breasts rose and her hips began to widen. And she could feel, extremely present, the iron between her buttocks and the plate covering her sex. The intruders in her private parts and in her mouth made themselves felt even stronger. The iron began to close tighter on the mask wearer, both at the neck, wrists and ankles. The suit itself started to change its configuration.

Kelly's legs, though spread apart by the intruders, were now held together by two strong, narrow membranes, which made it appear as if she was wearing a very tight skirt, almost vacuum-sheathed one could say. These two membranes, slightly transparent, went from her pelvis to where the iron shackles on her ankles were. The rear one, though, started right at the crease of her buttocks and thighs.

On the upper part of her body another membrane appeared, pinning her arms to her sides and making it almost impossible for her to move. Kelly now looked like a green statue, carved from wood and wrapped in tight plastic, ready for shipping. Her feet and hands were not left uncovered either. She was rendered completely helpless, unable to resist what the mask might have in store for her.

After these changes the mask and the suit started to play with Kelly in earnest. She soon lost all sense of space and time, forgetting who and where she was. Her body and mind devolved into a bundle of lust and pleasure. After more and better sex than she had ever experienced in her life, she finally was so exhausted that she fell in to a coma like sleep.

to be continued...