"Give in Allison. You want to be my nylon loving girlfriend. You love nylon, and it loves you. Why fight it?"
The Nylon spread upwards, shrinking her waist, coating her hands, crawling up her neck and overtop Allison's face as it almost smothered her swarthiest breaths.
"N-never m-master. N-NO!"
She could feel the Nylon worming it's way into her mind as John continued to rub her crotch. She tried to stand up from her knees but couldn't so much as control her own legs. The more John rubbed, the greater the intensity of the pleasure became. She knew she didn't have long now.
"This is it Allison, this is your last chance. You know your will is breaking, if you give in now and submit I might give you a tiny bit of freedom, the slightest sliver of whatever remains of your identity left. But if you refuse, that will never be an option. Never ever ever truly ever again."
Allison bit the nylon coating her mouth. She knew his words rang true, but like hell if she wasn't going to go down fighting. With all her willpower she managed to teeth through the Nylon coating her face and drag her nylon'd hand to her mouth, biting off the tips.
"It's pointless! This is your last ditch effort? It'll just grow back!"
The nylon'd girl was relieved to hear that, otherwise her plan wouldn't have worked. True to his word she could already feel it regenerating where her teeth ripped it. Allison gave a faint smile.
"No, THIS IS!" She smacked John's face straight down and smothered her palm into his chest. Tipping her weight over, she fell overtop him and gave him a deep kiss. Where the rips in her nylon-mask and fingers were, Nylon spread and regenerated, going overtop John in the process at the points of skin contact. No, Nooo! John screamed internally. He knew if it spread overtop him soon he'd meet the same fate as her. Was this her gambit? Allison was had some sturdy tenacity indeed.
