TheScaleTrain

WARNING: This story contains hypnosis, constriction, and seduction. “Mmmph…” Jane blearily blinked her eyes open. For a moment there was nothing but darkness, but as her eyes began to adjust, she realized it must have been the middle of the night. And she was in a tree. “Ah!” she cried, grasping onto the branch on which she perched. What was she doing up here?! Jane searched her memory, trying to blink away the grogginess of sleep, but found it near impossible. Her body felt heavy, as if she were moving through sand, or buried under piles of soft blankets. “Tarzan…” she murmured, finding a foothold of memory in the bleariness of her mind. “Where’s Tarzan?” Jane looked around, but he was nowhere in sight. Not that she could see much. Moon and starlight shown down through the leaves above, illuminating her immediate surroundings, but beyond that, was only darkness. How had she come to be here? Where was Tarzan? And where–? Jane inhaled sharply at she realized, with horror