By: Dawofwar
Eager for urban exploration, Mika decided to venture into an abandoned tunnel. Her roommate, Elia, had mentioned it as a curious, almost mythical place. Driven by her thirst for adventure, Mika prepared her gear carefully and set off alone. As a precaution, she informed Elia of the planned time and the exact area she would be exploring.
As she pushed deeper into the darkness, Mika noticed disturbing drawings and messages on the walls—Skunk Zone, among other strange markings. A chill ran through her, yet she kept going.
Suddenly, a hand emerged from the shadows and pressed a mask over her face. A powerful smell overwhelmed her senses, and she lost consciousness. When she came to, disoriented and dizzy, she found herself dragged into a dark room, restrained, still wearing the mask… and confronted by a strange girl whose presence felt deeply unsettling.
Mika: (trying to struggle, eyes wide) Let me go! What do you want? This room is horrible, and you... you're weird with your stripes and that smell! I'm not your prey, I'm just lost here!
Skunk Girl: (laughing joyfully, circling around her) Weird? Oh, darling, that's what makes it exciting! I've captured so many others before you, but you... you're special. Your black hair, your soft skin... I'm going to keep you here, make you feel my world. Imagine: you, wrapped in my musky embrace, learning to love every second. You don't want to resist too much, do you? It would just make the game more fun.
Mika: (panting, but curious despite herself) Fun? You're crazy! I... I don't know what to say. Why me? And this smell... it's everywhere. What are you going to do to me?
Skunk Girl: (leaning close to her ear, whispering) Everything you desire deep down, Mika. I'm going to show you the hidden pleasures of my zone. Relax... soon, you'll beg for more. (She laughs again, happy with her victory.)
The skunk girl (softly laughing as she fastens the mask onto the captive’s face, her gaze thick with perverse excitement):
Look at you… bound, helpless. What I really want is to watch you unravel, slowly, for my own pleasure. This mask will force you to breathe the most intimate part of me… and I love that idea. So? Are you ready to endure it for me?
Mika (trembling, struggling weakly):
What are you doing? Stop! Let me go… why are you doing this?
The skunk girl (positioning herself near the tube, her smile pure delight):
Why? Because watching you squirm under my control fills me with joy. Dominating you like this excites me beyond words. Come on… let’s begin.
Prrrrrrt.
You feel that? Warm, personal… it sends shivers through me. Breathe deeply—I want to savor every second.
Mika (coughing, eyes wide):
Stop… it’s disgusting… I can’t....
The skunk girl (letting out a pleased sigh, already preparing another):
Disgusting? Exactly. Your revulsion intoxicates me. The more you resist, the better it feels. Listen to this…
Prrrrrrrrrt.
Yes… look at your face twisting. It’s addictive. I could do this for hours just to feel that rush grow stronger. Tell me… does it hurt, or are you starting to give in?
Mika (gasping, pleading):
Please… it burns… stop, I beg you…
The skunk girl (sensual laughter, punctuated by a teasing breath):
Please? No… keep begging—it only makes it better.
Prrrt.
A little extra for you. And this one…
Prrrrrrrrrrrrt.
Perfect. Your nose belongs to me, and I’ll fill it until you’re completely under my control. For my pleasure, of course. So tell me… will you break, or should I keep going?
The skunk girl (leaning in closer, her eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation as she adjusts the mask’s seal, making every breath inescapable):
Oh, darling… your pleas are like music to my ears. But we’re only just beginning. This time, let’s make it a little more… special. Silent, but deadly in a whole new way. I want you to feel it creeping in, numbing you from the inside out. For my pleasure, of course.
(A long, silent release fills the tube. The air grows heavy with unseen potency.)
Mika (wheezing, her body slumping against the restraints as the first wave hits, her vision blurring):
No… what… what’s happening? It feels… heavy… like I’m sinking…
The skunk girl (a soft, satisfied purr escaping her lips as she watches the captive’s eyelids flutter):
Shhh… that’s the beauty of it. No loud prrrts this time—just pure, invisible surrender. Feel it? It’s anesthetic, my love. Each one pulls you deeper, makes your struggles weaker, your thoughts fuzzier. I could watch you drift like this forever.
(Another silent release seeps in.)
Mika (mumbling weakly, her head lolling as the pressure builds, her resistance fading into drowsiness):
Please… can’t… breathe… everything’s… spinning…
The skunk girl (giggling softly, her voice a sultry whisper as she prepares another, excitement rising with every sign of submission):
That’s it… let it take you. Your body belongs to me now, and this gas is my gentle hand, rocking you into oblivion. One more… silent and deep.
(A longer, heavier silent release.)
Mika (words slurring, eyes half-closed, barely able to protest):
Stop… I… I can’t fight… it…
The skunk girl (stroking the captive’s hair almost tenderly, her perverse joy peaking as the effects intensify):
Fight? Why bother? You’re mine to toy with. This is only the beginning—I’ll keep dosing you until you’re a pliant little doll, awake enough to beg but too numb to escape.
Tell me… how does it feel to unravel for me? Shall I give you another… or are you ready to break completely?
The skunk girl (watching the captive’s body go limp, her head lolling to the side as the anesthetic gas finally overwhelms her completely, a triumphant smirk on her face):
Oh, look at that… you’ve drifted off so sweetly. But don’t worry, my pet. The fun isn’t over yet. In fact, it’s just beginning.
(She steps back, clapping her hands lightly. The door creaks open. Two other skunk girls enter—tall, curvaceous figures with sleek fur and tails swaying with anticipation. One wears a playful, teasing grin; the other’s eyes gleam with something far more sadistic. Together, they approach the bound captive, their gazes hungry.)
First new skunk girl (the playful one, giggling as she leans over the unconscious captive, waving a hand under her nose):
Aww, she’s already out cold? How boring. Time to wake her up and play some more. Let’s give her a little jolt…
(She positions herself near the tube and releases a silent, potent burst—strong enough to stir, not to fully numb. The captive twitches, eyelids fluttering open.)
Mika (groaning weakly, her voice hoarse and disoriented):
Wh-what… no… stop… I can’t…
Second new skunk girl (the sadistic one, stepping closer, her voice a low, sultry growl):
Oh, she’s awake. Good. Now let’s see how long she lasts this time. Breathe deep, little one… feel that warmth creeping back in?
(She releases a long, silent expulsion. The gas floods the mask. Panic flashes across the captive’s face—then her body stiffens before slumping once more.)
Mika (muttering incoherently as she fades):
Please… everything… fading…
First new skunk girl (laughing delightedly, nudging the captive’s cheek and adding another quick, reviving dose):
Nope, not yet! Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re not done tormenting you. Look at her twitch—it’s adorable.
(The captive jolts awake again, coughing and gasping, her mind foggy but conscious enough to plead.)
Mika (tears streaming, voice breaking):
It… it hurts… make it stop… I can’t take more…
Second new skunk girl (leaning in close, releasing another silent wave as she watches the resistance crumble):
Hurt? That’s the point, darling. We love this little cycle—awake, begging… then drifting off. Over and over. Let’s keep the rhythm going.
(The captive’s eyes roll back, her body going limp once more—only for the first skunk girl to interrupt with a sharp, reviving burst.)
First new skunk girl (clapping excitedly):
Up she comes! Tell us how it feels, hmm? The numbness… the surrender?
Mika (waking with a shudder, words slurred and desperate):
No… again… please… I… I can’t breathe…
(They continue alternating—lighter doses to pull her back to awareness, heavier ones to send her spiraling into oblivion. From the side, the original skunk girl watches, arms crossed, savoring every moment.)
Original skunk girl (smirking, voice dripping with approval):
Keep going, sisters. Make her break beautifully. She’s ours to unravel—one faint at a time.