"What's this?" I cried out to the Fems. "You've lied to me!"
The hood was transparent; I could see through the mesh fabric of the silk. But I was entirely enclosed within it. My eyes, even my mouth were encased in its skin tight embrace. In fact, my entire body was enveloped in it, except for my back, which was mostly exposed to the air. My exit, thank god.
Savannah gave me a hard shove, driving me back onto the bed.
"Relax," she said, her voice with a distinct edge to it. "It's all part of the plan."
"Look," Calithea said, pointing at me. "She's starting."
The silk all around my body began to ripple and undulate. Tiny electric shocks sparked on every square centimeter of my body. The silk was tightening around some parts of me, equalizing the intense hydraulic pressure all around. I could feel the opening at my back closing steadily.
There was only one explanation.
"This thing's alive!" I screamed. "You've encased me in a living creature?" I reached around and pulled at the wide opening at my back. It was highly elastic. The women had proven that. Maybe I could work my way out of this thing.
Calithea grabbed both my wrists in an iron grip and drew them away. Her strength was uncanny. It was no use resisting her.
"None of that, now," she said sternly. "Stop messing around. She just getting oriented properly."
"She's nearly done the fitting process," Savannah said. "See?"
The body stocking began to move in different ways.
As the women held me down, the opening in the back of the garment continued to close. To my horror, the silk all over my body began to tighten as well. Every square inch of the fabric pulled and strained around me. The opening at my once-exposed back still shrank. My body was being squeezed from all directions, all around me. It was getting hard to breathe. I could feel my face tightening, like I imagined being on a rocket ship at full acceleration. The circulation in my legs began to constrict. The bones in my hips and my feet and hands were protruding prominently through the silk, as if trying to burst through. Muscles bulged, and each pore of the nylon mesh seemed to squeeze out a tiny pillow of my skin.
My heart was pounding. I couldn't get a good breath. My breathing accelerated into short gasps. What devilry was this? Was I to be some kind of meal, to be slowly digested by this creature? Was this some perverse Succubi torture method? Or execution? Encase your victim within an alien creature and slowly consume him? Was the nylon creature shrinking back to the size it was when Savannah took it from its case leaving my flesh to squeeze out through the pores?
Or maybe I was to be some kind of automaton, a slave body to give the creature mobility and freedom in the world, away from its strange little chest with the unreadable markings?
By now, the women had released me. As the opening at my back closed further, I grabbed at the fabric at my chest with both hands, as if to rip it apart, to get free. But the women had done an effective job in the bath, and my nails were trimmed right to the skin. The silk was far too tight to grab. I could only slide my fingers across its surface. I could not make even a single ripple in the skin.
"What have you done?" I screamed. "What is this?"
Savannah and Cally were sitting beside me on the bed. They appeared in awe of what they were seeing. Savannah put a hand on my chest. Not to calm me, it seemed, but to get a sense of the creature using me.
"It's OK. It's OK, honey. Just relax. She's going to take incredibly good care of you."
"She? Who she?" It didn't make any sense what Savannah was saying. I didn't want some alien creature to "take care of me".
My silky hood was still tightening around my head. My nose, my ears, my chin, they were fully in contact with the silk. I reached up to my face. There was nothing to pull on. I could not get an iota of fabric between my fingers.
Was this the plan all along? To feed me to this thing?
The opening at my back had now fully closed. I could feel some movement back there.
My dread soared. I was completely sealed in. There was no exit. No way out. Not even the tiniest opening. Not even a seam.
Savannah grabbed one of my arms and rolled me onto my stomach.
"Excellent," Calithea said. "She's done. You're all sealed up. No use struggling. The hole is gone; the seams are all gone. She's cocooned you."
Cocooned? Oh, no.
"You mean there's no hole left at all? No seams? How is that possible?"
My breathing was coming in rapid pulses now. I was getting dizzy. I was close to blacking out. This is it. They've sacrificed me to some alien creature. I'm going to die in this thing. Or worse. I can only hope for a quick death.
Calithea rolled me onto my back and looked at me. Her gaze was kind. "Hold on. Just a few more minutes. The fitting process is hard, I know it. Just try to relax."
"Relax? You're... kidding?" The words came out in gasps.
Exhausted, I lay on the bed, prone. There was no fight left in me. I had lost. I couldn't get hold of it. I couldn't rip it. Two women, each with a dozen times my strength, were here to stop me, anyway.
I resigned myself to my fate: the silk would continue to tighten around me and I would expire, crushed in its silky embrace. Or digested slowly in horrible pain.
But then, something weird started happening at my waist. I raised my head and stared down at my crotch. The silk was moving there. It was rising above my cock and balls. Slowly and horribly, it moved and shaped itself into a tube and bag.
I could see where this was going.
The silk flopped down onto my limp dick and began to slide the tube around it. When it reached its base, only about four inches, I would guess, the bag drooped over my balls. The entire assembly then began its tightening routine, until my dick was fully enclosed in a tight sheath of silk. It was only three or four inches long, and soft. A sad little sight.
What was this?
And then, the entire body stocking began to vibrate again. More tiny electric shocks burst all over my body. Every square inch of the silk began to undulate and massage me. Even the fabric across my mouth began to knead my lips.
The tightness of the stocking began to ease a little too. Now it was merely super-snug. Still no wrinkles, nothing to grasp between my fingers, but the pain had disappeared. My breathing had returned to normal.
Except that I was beginning to get excited.
My hardness returned and my clingy silk sheath expanded to accommodate my growing cock. The silky wrap began to move on its own then, massaging and rolling up and down my cock, bringing it to full hardness. I rolled over and uncontrollably began to squirm my legs and arms together, the silky feel of the skin-tight glossy fabric beginning to intoxicate. I lay there for a while, nearly overwhelmed by the suddenly sexy feeling on every square inch of my body. I was out of control, and I knew it.
I reached down for my dick, now fully hard and six inches long, to stroke out the massive orgasm I knew was coming.
The women reached down and grabbed my wrists. They pulled my arms to my side. Their strength was unassailable.
"No, no, no, Jake," Calithea said. "That's not allowed."
I looked up in exasperation.
"No Jake. She's in the Orientation cycle. It's not quite time for the initial charge."
"There you go with the 'She', again," I said, between gasps. "Who is this, She?"
"Her name is Silkana. At least that's the name we've given her."
Confirmed.
"She is alive then?"
"Oh yes. Very, very much so. She's from a distant planet. She and her race visited our realm a thousand years ago. Together, our races have built a beautiful relationship."
"But I've never heard of an alien alliance with Humanity. That would be incredible news."
"I didn't say Humanity," Savannah said.
"We're not human, Jake," Cally said.
"I know you didn't believe me before. But it's true. We are Succubi. The most powerful race of women in the universe. In the realm of the Succubi, Femdom reigns supreme - all powerful. Men exist at our pleasure, for labor and as sources of energy."
