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PING
The loud pinging noise was the signal that the serpent loved to hear. His lipless mouth curved into a wide smile of delight as he saw Simba stiffen and his mouth curl into a big, dopey smile.
The game was over. Simba had lost the challenge.
A line of drool slipped down Simba’s grinning mouth, dropping onto the coils that wound around him. But the lion cub couldn’t lift a paw to wipe away the drool. He had to sit still for his master. Sit still and let the coils squeeze and squash him. Sit still and become a brainless, obedient pet.
The once free-spirited cub now sat in the tight cocoon of coils. Those tight…pleasing coils that massaged and squeezed his body, wringing out the past dregs of the insolent, arrogant young Lion prince that he had once been, forming a new, obedient lion prisoner.

All Simba could see was a spiral of colours. Those lovely spirals that reduced his mind to mush, paving the way for the mindless, grinning pet that he should be.

His destiny…
”mussst…sit still..for masssster…”
”mussst obey…”
”coilssss…feel…so good…”
The lions obedient thoughts swirled around the multicoloured mush that Simba’s brain had become, further moulding the cub into the prisoner prince that he was destined to become

he had to obey…
he would obey…

forver….
Made with DeviantArt muro

Description
PING
The loud pinging noise was the signal that the serpent loved to hear. His lipless mouth curved into a wide smile of delight as he saw Simba stiffen and his mouth curl into a big, dopey smile.
The game was over. Simba had lost the challenge.
A line of drool slipped down Simba’s grinning mouth, dropping onto the coils that wound around him. But the lion cub couldn’t lift a paw to wipe away the drool. He had to sit still for his master. Sit still and let the coils squeeze and squash him. Sit still and become a brainless, obedient pet.
The once free-spirited cub now sat in the tight cocoon of coils. Those tight…pleasing coils that massaged and squeezed his body, wringing out the past dregs of the insolent, arrogant young Lion prince that he had once been, forming a new, obedient lion prisoner.

All Simba could see was a spiral of colours. Those lovely spirals that reduced his mind to mush, paving the way for the mindless, grinning pet that he should be.

His destiny…
”mussst…sit still..for masssster…”
”mussst obey…”
”coilssss…feel…so good…”
The lions obedient thoughts swirled around the multicoloured mush that Simba’s brain had become, further moulding the cub into the prisoner prince that he was destined to become

he had to obey…
he would obey…

forver….
Made with DeviantArt muro