Evelin - The Revenge - Act I - Parts 3 & 4 (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

EVELIN - THE REVENGE - ACT I

Getting Ready

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2.5)

Part 3

When she decided that she was ready she took the little suit, unzipped it and slipped the first leg into the suit. The suit felt rough at first as her leg slid inside it. But as she pushed her leg into its proper place the sensation quickly changed. The fabric hugged her leg tightly, and Evelin sensed pleasure as she felt it expand as she pushed more and more of her leg knee-deep into the suit. The sensation improved and intensified as she pushed her other leg in.

As she pulled the suit up her legs, the hugging of the suit became more noticeable, the fabric became much softer and the color of the fabric changed from light gray to a dark purple that degraded into other colors.

As she reached the upper end of her legs, Evelin saw the rings of the openings that could be used to have sex while wearing the suit, and an idea occurred to her. She finished pulling the suit up until it covered her waist. Then she went to the drawer where she hid her personal toys. There were a lot of them, more than you would expect to find belonging to a person supposedly very conservative and religious. As she took the few steps with unnecessary care, since the suit was virtually indestructible, she discovered how sexual it was to walk around in that garment, it moved and resisted in an incredible way. She had worn comfortable stockings and had others she loved to wear, but nothing compared to this.

Reaching into the drawer, with the smile of a bad girl who thinks she knows she will commit the perfect prank, she grabbed an analplug. Then she went back to where she had left the bottle and used a little more of the aphrodisiac. While with one hand she located the right spot, with the other she brought her toy to the right spot and began to thrust carefully and delicately, until she noticed that her rear end began to give way to the slime-coated intruder and the fabric of the suit, so that it seemed to absorb it into her, to make the vacuum in her end.

An electric shock coursed through Evelin's entire body. Her back stretched until it arched backwards. Her breath was cut off at that sudden, unexpected orgasm. Her knees trembled and finally failed her. She fell to her knees and then falling backwards, felt from the shock that the plug had been shoved well inside the sheath of the suit.

Evelin lying on her back with her legs bent and looking down at her breasts, tried to regain her composure. Her heart was pounding like never before and she was already beginning to clearly feel the effects of the slime which at first had seemed to be simply the classic stimulus that relaxes and creates the need to feel another person's touch. But this was another level altogether.

Evelin began to notice a cocktail of sensations in her stomach, similar to butterflies, but a thousand times better. Her mind began to focus on things that turned her on or simply made her think of sex. At the same time, that her body needed to be caressed, groped, in her chest she felt a tingling, her nipples were already hard. Everything in her wanted to be fucked as hard as her ass, while she was kissed passionately with a playful tongue first in her mouth, but soon she wanted that tongue on her lips between her legs.

"Control yourself Evelin," she said to herself, as she felt a finger slide over the fabric covering her pussy. "I must finish getting dressed. Ooooooh!"

With willpower Evelin managed to control herself and keep getting dressed, eager to continue what she had started, while already thinking about the dildo she was going to use later. She stretched the fabric until it covered her up to underneath her breasts, and then thought about the strange nipple covers she had bought, finished in the shape of a spike. Since the suit was almost unbreakable, she didn't have to worry about damaging the suit.

She quickly turned on the bed, and immediately saw what she was looking for. Those two pieces were shaped like a circular platform with studs, from the center of which rose a metal needle. With them came a strange piece, almost like the needle used to open the SIM slot of a smartphone. Evelin didn't know what use she could make of it and threw it aside next to the remains of the messenger box.

Returning to the nipple covers, she saw they had a hickey, made of a strange sticky membrane just below the base. Evelin carefully put those two pieces gingerly over her already sensitive nipples. Immediately she noticed how her nipples, erected by her arousal, sank into the sticky membrane. She, with somewhat trembling hands, centered them well, and felt now, little by little, raising pleasure, as she noticed that they were sucked by a vacuum effect inside the nipple covers. But these two gadgets hid a little surprise that Evelin did not care to read about as she placed them in her shopping basket.

Now came the moment, when, out of desperation to feel the suit completely on her, Evelin tucked both her arms into the short, narrow sleeves. As they hung down, they appeared to be no more than twenty centimeters long, and four centimeters wide. She struggled to stretch the material, flailing her arms, wiggling to pull the part around her waist higher, jerking, until, at last, she felt her hands reach the gloves. After some more struggles she finally had her arms inside and her breasts covered and pulled the suit up to her neck. Then she stretched her neck up a little more and centered the suit well, so that she could finally close the zipper on the back.

"I shouldn't. . ." she said to herself just as she had pulled the zipper pull up a little and turned to where she had left the bottle. "But I want more, than to feel this, much more."

Before closing her suit, she poured a large part of the bottle down the hollow of her back, and the rest she emptied down the front of her chest, enjoying watching how the thick and viscous slime fell, creating threads and giving her goose bumps. And once the bottle was emptied she began to close the suit, which by its tension pushed the slime in all directions.

This aphrodisiac, as if it had a life of its own, began to spread inside the suit and envelope her. Curiously, the neck of the suit did not allow even a drop of the 'Succubus Essence' to escape, so it was as if Evelin was submerged in a pool of slime. And what she liked the most, was to feel that viscous layer caressing the area of her pussy and her breasts.

"Monday I will have to do triple penance," she said to herself. "But I don't care. . . this is more than worth it. . ."


Part 4

She didn't know how, but suddenly she heard a 'click', like the turning of a regulator knob. At the same time she noticed something squeezing her nipple inside one of her nipple covers. It was something jagged, cold and hard. A sensation like small teeth, which nibbled on her endlessly. Instinctively she brought her hand to her breast. Evelin curiously looked at the long prick poking through her fingers. When she touched the needle, she noticed that she could turn it in one direction, making the teeth bite a little deeper.

She then brought her other hand to her other breast and wanted to repeat the action, but the controller on the other nipple cover would not turn in the same direction. So she tried turning the needle in the opposite direction and then the "click" sounded and she felt those cold metal things, squeeze her at the base of her other nipple.

A delicious "Aaaah" burst from her lips in a sensual, erotic and pleasure-filled way.

". . .so. . . this is what they are for. . . " she pouted. "I think I'll have to do penance all week."

Then she tried turning the knob in the opposite direction, to see if she could relieve the sensation on her nipple. But neither knob would turn, for that she would need that strange piece she had thrown aside earlier. All Evelin could do was rub her hard nipples against the metal teeth. But she didn't give up. Again she tried turning in the previous direction on both nipple covers and felt those teeth dig even deeper into her stimulated nipples.

Again Evelin moaned, this time biting her lips, as a trickle of drool escaped from her mouth, dripping from her chin onto her chest where she first tasted the effects of those S&M gadgets.

"This is. . . hmmmm. . ." she said, playing with herself, unable to resist to keep turning the mechanisms, " . . . devilishly delicious. . ."

Evelin began to turn the two adjusters until she reached the maximum point of her tolerance. . . where the pain of those teeth was still very pleasurable. And once that was done. . . she wanted to throw herself onto the bed and not stop playing and teasing herself, until she satiated all that heat and sexual appetite that was consuming her. . . but then she saw the rest of the accessories. . . on the bed. Her gaze stopped between the shoes and the corset. Vanity and pride did the rest.

Quickly Evelin put on the stripper shoes and closed the strange fastenings of the ankle straps. She then sensually stretched out one leg and admired, down from her thigh to the tip of her platform shoe, the result. Her hand slid down the leg, discovering its sensitivity. She felt a tingling under the skin, which intensified as she kept touching the same area, to the point where it threatened to trap her and make her stay that way for the rest of the day, because of how pleasurable it was to caress herself.

She had never seen her leg look so sexy, nor felt so comfortable, wearing a pair of high heels. Not for nothing, that kind of shoe was used in the sex industry and in prostitution. Evelin was so happy, that from that moment on she had a new favorite pair of shoes. She was going to wear it as often as she could to look sexy. But, unfortunately, Evelin knew she couldn't wear those shoes in public, and soon her mother's voice came to her with the obvious question: what would her congregation think if someone caught her wearing those shoes?

Now it was her turn for doning the underbust corset, which easily allowed itself to encircle her body and tighten. . . too easily. That corset was not a normal garment. Like most of Lascivia's garments it was magically imbued. As one of Lascivia's best selling garments, the corset had its magic and this was that the corset cinched only at the waist of its wearer. This one began to shrink around Evelin, tightening tighter and tighter, its laces tightened, and they needed no knot, they simply shrank in length.

Evelin, who was wearing such a garment for the first time, was somewhat frightened. As the corset tightened she held her breath until the corset went limp. Then the first thing she discovered was that, unlike what was believed about corsets, she could breathe normally. Yes, she felt the tight hug that reduced her waist about three inches, but it didn't stop her from breathing.

Curious, she went to the mirror and was surprised first at how easy it was to walk in those high heels and then at how sexy she looked dressed as a whore. It was her, without being her, it was like seeing her 'evil' Doppelgänger. And then, when she remembered the Egyptian wig, she went quickly to get it. She gathered her hair inside a mesh and before putting the wig on, she felt something inside her that accelerated her heart, and went back to the mirror.


To be continued. . .