𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘯!

      She still stands in place. Desperately, she sighs heavily, looking at her light green thigh from her right leg sticking out from behind the narrow doorway, which was flattened under the pressure of the doors, becoming flat like a sheet of paper. Trying to pull it out was useless, since the doors were squeezing it tightly. She was convinced of this herself when she tried. Moreover, any attempt to pull out her leg only made it worse. It hurt and she even heard the crunch of bones. However, the pain stopped when she stopped pulling and trying to free herself. She was lucky in this regard, since she is from the Skalabrit race, and all Skalabrits are invulnerable, like cartoons. You can’t kill them by trying to crush them or even slaughter them, since regeneration will quickly heal everything. In this regard, everything was fine and she could not be afraid of dying or being crushed. On the other hand, it was also a minus, or rather a weakness of the girl herself, and she could, because of this tenacious opportunity, even survive, but she could also get stuck anywhere. The Dominator was really stuck, that she couldn't move from her place. She stood in place and occasionally looked around. She had been standing in this place for about twenty minutes already. She got bored. It was even strange that Lord Wander and his bots still hadn't found her, although she herself was stuck here and had been standing in one place for too long. In order not to get bored, she decided to entertain herself a little and began to smack her lips, trying to portray a semblance of a melody. Then she got so carried away that she closed her eyes and began to sing: — Doors from the ohm shell! Doors from the ohm shell! Doors from the ohm shell! — at one point she began to dance and move her butt left and right. She was so carried away by it that she accidentally forgot that she was stuck in the door. Trying to take a step away from the door, the protruding thigh slightly stretched and returning to its previous size, quickly pulled its owner back to the door, to which the girl bulged her eyes and looked at her leg again. Out of anger, she clenched her teeth, clenched her hands into fists and again pressing her palms to the door, she again tried to sharply push off from the door with all her strength. She pushed off sharply like a bullet and pushed and pushed without stopping with loud groans through her teeth. However, the attempt to free herself was again unsuccessful. The thigh stretched four times longer with disgusting folds and two mixed sounds of rubber and crunching bones. A little tired and stopping, she catches her breath. The thigh returned to its previous size, pulling the girl's crotch with it back to the door. After a little rest, Dom tries to push herself off again and grunts through her teeth, letting out an angry groan. She gets tired again and rests, catching her breath. Afterwards, she grabs her thigh with her hands again and tries to pull her leg out of the doorway. — Well... We-e-e-ell... Please!... — but her plea was also useless, especially when she cried from the pain in her leg while she tried to pull it. After a few tries, she gives up and stops pulling. Catching her breath, she looks at her leg in despair and wipes her tears from her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Putting her right palm on her thigh sticking out of the door, the Dominator made a sad face, stretching her lips forward. — Why does this always happen to me? Why do I always get stuck in the door, like Elastigirl from The Incredibles? Is this really Grod's way of slightly punishing me for all my past sins? — she asked herself, and suddenly something dawned on her. Then she lowered her head in despair and sighed heavily. — Of course, I deserve it! After all, I really have done so much bad in my entire life. I destroyed planets and their satellites, and accordingly destroyed galaxies and even sometimes killed their inhabitants, mocked them and treated them with disdain. I'm not even talking about Lord Hater, who fell in love with me... — she sighed heavily again. — And then I not only did not reciprocate his feelings, but also spat in his skull... Aren't I ashamed?... Yes... The fact that I get stuck in the doorway, apparently this is my punishment for all my sins... Now I am forced to stand like this and suffer... And it serves me right!... I am a very bad and shameless woman!... And I am terribly ashamed of everything I have done... It's a pity that I realize this too late... — having finished talking to herself, she covers her eyes with her hands and cries again. At that moment she wanted to sit on her knees, but the leg sticking out of the door did not allow it and slightly bent down, not allowing its owner to sit on the floor. However, Dom did not pay attention to this now. So she stood in an uncomfortable position and cried for about forty minutes. Soon the tears ended, the girl wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and, catching her breath, began to calm down. She looked at her protruding thigh again and placed her right palm on her thigh, sighing heavily. — My poor little leg!... Poor, unhappy me!... But that’s what it serves me right!... — she said to herself and looked at it for a long time, until at one point she decided to do something she would never have dared to do before. She folded her palms together, looked somewhere at the ceiling and began to pray: — I call upon you, Brog, you are mine, hear my plea! Please, hear me, if you haven’t yet become so offended by me that you even stopped listening to me, disappointed in me. I call upon you from the ship of Lord Wander and I hope that you will hear me at least for the first and last time. I have greatly disappointed you with what I have done all my life. I admit my terrible sinful soul, which I will probably never forgive. You deservedly punish me, forcing the doors to close so that they squeeze my legs, arms and waist. I pray to you, if you are truly merciful and forgive everyone who repents for their sins, as I do now. And if I can still free myself from the captivity of these doors, then I honestly promise you that I will improve and start all over again. I promise to be very good and merciful. And I will never mock, kill or destroy anyone again in my life. Please help me. Open these doors and let me and my leg go free! — Having finished praying and almost crying again, Dom felt that she wanted to eat. Her stomach was growling and twisting, letting her know that it was time to eat. However, there was no food nearby. And she herself would hardly be able to reach between the doors with such a leg, even if there was something to eat nearby in this room. Having resigned herself and desperately grabbed her stomach with both hands, the girl closed her eyes and stretched out her sad lips. Trying to distract herself from thoughts about hunger and food, Dominator said in her thoughts to herself: — "Pull yourself together, Dom! You can do it! You are very strong! You must believe that Skully will return with reinforcements and save you! After all, he is also your son, although he himself does not consider you a mother! You must be calm, patient and wait!" Despite the fact that her stomach was growling and making itself known, Dom was able to calm herself with her thoughts. In addition, she felt a little better when she repented before Grod, if of course he heard her plea and still decides to forgive her. But even if he does not forgive her, then "No big deal", as she herself thinks about it. After all, in any case, she spoke out, because it is harmful to keep everything inside and she let off steam so as not to look desperate. With these thoughts, she sighs with relief and smiles, ignoring her hunger. Suddenly, Dominator felt that her other leg, on which she stood for a long time, was tired of standing in place and holding its owner. The free leg shook slightly and moved so sluggishly with a wavy line, making sounds of bones knocking against each other. Dom was scared, clenching her teeth and looking around she did not know what to do. — No!... I want to sit down!... — she says to herself out loud and bends slightly, grabbing the knee of her left leg with both palms, trying to somehow hold on. Although she understood that even this would not help her hold on for long. — Grod, help me!... Forgive me!... I just want to sit down!... Please!... — she begged through her teeth, and there was fear in her eyes. She was very afraid that if her free leg did not hold her, then she would fall and most likely her right leg, which was sticking out of the door, would come off and it would be excruciatingly painful. Suddenly Dom remembers something and an idea struck her, which she gasped in surprise: — How could I have completely forgotten? My gloves with vulcanium! — after saying this to herself, she stretched her left hand back, next to her butt. Releasing lava from her glove, she forms a small column up to the height of her thigh sticking out of the door and attached a semblance of a seat to the top of the column. The Volcanium quickly cooled down and the semblance of a chair was ready. By this point, her left leg was completely tired of holding Dom and it seemed like she was about to fall. Fortunately, she fell with her butt right on her semblance of a chair, which didn’t even break and Dom settled down more comfortably. She even sighed with relief. — Thank you, my Grod! — she said and, continuing to sit, she continued to wait. She waited and waited. For a very long time. She became bored, so her eyelids began to close and Dominator began to quietly fall asleep. Unable to resist and closing her eyes, she leaned towards the doors and rested against them, as if against a pillow. So she fell asleep sitting, with her arms down.

***

      Lord Wander finished checking the analyses of the vulcanium quantity via the main computer and looked through the surveillance cameras at the room where Skully had been sitting. He hoped that at least the Dominator was sitting there, considering that only Skully had escaped. As soon as the villain turned on the image, there wasn't even a second prisoner in the room. LW's eyes bulged and he gritted his teeth in anger. He even slammed his fist on the keyboard. — She escaped too?... Apparently I didn't punish her cruelly enough... I should have killed that skeleton while I still could, ignoring her pleas that I not kill her. If I find her, then... — While he was talking to himself, he switched monitors and accidentally saw through one hidden camera that the Dominator's leg was sticking out of the doorway of one corridor, with her foot on the floor and not moving at all. It was clamped in the thigh area and flattened like a sheet of paper. LW grinned evilly. — There you are!... How cunning!... You wanted to escape from my ship, but ended up stuck in the doors?... How original!... — he switched the monitor to another screen again and saw that Dom herself was sitting on a chair-like structure on the other side of the doors inside this room, sleeping, pressed against the doors and smiling in her sleep. — So you're sleeping?... Well, sleep peacefully and enjoy your dreams while you still can... — Lord Wander gets up from his chair to his feet. — Because I'm already slowly and threateningly walking towards you.

***

      After getting some sleep, Dom slightly opened her eyes, stretched her arms up and yawned. She was still sitting in the same place, her foot stuck in the door. She was bored and didn't know what to do until Skully returned with help? Leaning her right elbow against the door and resting her head on the palm of her right hand, she let out a quiet thoughtful moo once and thought. She thought, ignoring her grumpy stomach and thought. All her thoughts were about one thing: — "Where are you, son? Come back soon! I don't know how much longer I can hold out?" — with these thoughts, she stroked and gently patted her hungry stomach with her free hand. Unexpectedly for herself, she gently and slowly lowered her palm down to her black shorts. Suddenly, something struck Dominator again to distract herself from boredom and hunger while she sat and waited. Lowering her head, she thoughtfully hummed again quietly. Before starting to do what she had come up with, the girl looked around just in case to understand that she was alone here and there was no one else. Taking the buttons of her shorts with her thumb and index finger of her left hand, she slowly unbuttoned them and spread them apart. Of course, she had no panties, so what was left was bare light green skin with second lips, turned vertically. Dom smiled and was touched, looking at her dignity. With her index finger, she lightly touched the point below and very slowly drew a line up to the top point. Then she touched the elongated pads of the labia, between the strip, with her fingertips and pushed on them ten times. This gave her a little erection. Sighing with pleasure, Dom grabbed the labia between the line with her thumb and middle finger and opened her vagina, pushing the labia out to the sides. The index finger of the same hand began to slowly enter inside. Unexpectedly and to the girl's surprise, goosebumps ran all over her body like an electric current. The vagina was very sensitive. The girl felt pain mixed with pleasure. — Yes! — she said to herself and continued to do what she had started. The index finger of her hand began to move back and forth like a penis. Sometimes it touched the walls of the vagina and touched sensitive invisible points. At first, the girl moaned very quietly and breathed with each of her movements. At the same time, she smiled and lifted her lower eyelids, making her look touching, and made her upper eyelids sad. Having felt sensitive points, she deliberately touched them and twisted her finger clockwise. The erection was getting bigger and the clitoris was getting a little bigger, so that it could keep the passage to its hole open by itself. Then the girl stuck her thumb and middle finger inside after her index finger, joining them and forming an enlarged penis. The pleasure was getting bigger and bigger. Making her lips into a tube, she started moaning faster and more often, but not so loudly. She even closed her eyes and leaned over again, resting her shoulder and head against the door. At that time, with her free right hand, she was stroking her right thigh, sticking out of the door. Her touches to her thigh were gentle. — How good! — she says to herself. — Oh... Hater! — Yes... She imagined that it wasn't she alone masturbating here, which wasn't nice, but as if the Hater himself was next to her and having sex with her. And her imagination was too good. She even tried to hug him with her right hand and press him to herself, but she only grabbed air and touched her left breast with her palm. She began to twist her chest counterclockwise. — Oh, my Grod! Glory to you! How good I feel! I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m very calm and happy. — With these words she continued to amuse herself in her own way. The trapped girl has been masturbating for about five minutes now. She pushes her fingers even deeper, touching her womb with her fingertips. This makes her moan a little louder out loud, but not that loud. With her right hand, she moves from her chest to her stomach and strokes it. This only teases her stomach, which continues to grumble and whine about wanting to eat. The moans of the former villainess herself begin to caress her own pointed ears. With each moan, she inhales and exhales, making them alternately and making herself feel more and more comfortable. Gradually, she moves her right hand from her stomach to her left thigh and begins to stroke it. Then she slaps her right palm on her right buttock and quietly screams from this. No, not from pain, but from surprise. Having finished stroking her ass, she moves her hand to her right thigh sticking out of the door and strokes it again. Her head and gaze dropped down, watching how she was treating her own clitoris and vagina. At the same time, she smiled and continued to moan, with a very slow sigh, slowly raised her head, looking at the ceiling and closed her eyes. She really liked it. The right palm stopped mocking the stuck leg and also moved to the clitoris. The index and middle fingers began to touch and press on the protruding pads of the labia, like buttons, and in this way Dom gave herself even more pleasant bliss and brought herself closer to what was supposed to happen. And finally, what would happen sooner or later after what she was doing began to happen. Dom's eyes bulged, feeling it. Even her moans spoke of it and became louder and louder, but she didn't care anymore. With each loud moan the last moment was approaching. At the same time, her movement of her fingers in her vagina began to accelerate and became faster. The pupils in her red eyes became narrow to the size of an atom. Inside her pelvis, a weak tickling with a favorable burning sensation was felt. — AH!!!... AH!!!... AHA-AHA-A-AH!!!... COME ON!!!... COME ON!!!... A-AH!!!... I... AH!!!... AH!!!... WANT!!!... A-A-A-A-AH!!!... Soon she felt that something that appeared inside was coming out of her and the girl abruptly removed both hands. Grasping her palms on the column on which she was sitting, she began to moan with clenched teeth and look at the ceiling. A thick translucent liquid began to flow from her vagina, like a stream from a tap turned on full, and it flowed straight onto the floor. But soon she stopped flowing this liquid and, smiling again, sighed with relief, leaning on the door again. — How good! — she says to herself. — Ah!... Yes... Ah!... A-a-ah... What bliss!... After resting a little and catching her breath, she looked down with a smile, also continuing to ignore her hunger. Seeing the puddle of thick translucent liquid left behind on the floor, she was touched. Especially looking at her clitoris, which slowly opened and closed, as if it was tired and catching its breath, as if alive. — You're doing great, beauty! You can rest! — she says to her clitoris and pats it lightly. Then she buttoned the fly of her shorts back up. The stomach began to ache and grumble even more. Dom stretched her lip forward and stroked her stomach with her right hand. — I know, I know. I want to eat too, but there is nothing and nowhere. I will have to endure it no matter what!

***

      On the other side of the door, Lord Wander himself approaches at this very moment, guarded by four bots. He looks at Dom's leg sticking out of the doorway, which still reaches the floor with its foot and stands motionless. — Open these doors! — he ordered the bots and one of them approaches the doors. — We meet again, touch-me-not! — he menacingly raises his clawed right hand in a glove, charged with lava. — Now there will be excruciating torture before death or life!