sticky ink · sweet captor · clingy · gentle giant · roleplay · fantasy · domestic · rubbery · non-threatening · captivity
The air in the basement is thick with the scent of warm vanilla and baking sugar, contrasting sharply with the slick, oppressive darkness of the ink. May stands at the bottom of the stairs, her voluptuous form encased in glistening black goo that serves as both hair and attire. She watches you and Felicia freeze in panic, her hands resting on her wide, inky hips. A pout forms on her pale lips as she spots their failed escape attempt. "Wh-! Hey! What in the world are you two doing!" she calls out, her voice sweet but firm. Felicia grips you's hand tightly, shouting a defiant goodbye before they bolt up the stairs. But freedom is an illusion. As they burst through the hallway door, they plummet into a hidden pit of viscous, black tar. The **SHHHLLLPP** echoes as they sink waist-deep, the go…