It had taken her all night to free herself from the tight ropes that once bound her. But Fa’rah finally found her spare knife and cut herself free. After sleeping all day, exhausted from her bound and gagged travels, the rogue warrior set to work getting her weapons ready. Her spare ones, of course. Her main weapons had been left behind at that cemetery, thanks to Lanala. But that didn’t matter now.

Sharpening her sword with a whetstone, Fa’rah kept her goal in mind that night. Settling an old score with the Thief Witch was the only way she could redeem herself. It had been a long while since Fa’rah the rogue warrior had been anything but a captive in Esterlin. She wanted to change that and make her name one to be respected and feared rather than scoffed and laughed at.

Fa’rah’s plan was simple enough. Since she was alone and not exactly at strategic advantage, she chose to keep things simple and direct. She would catch Aurora off guard, hopefully asleep, and sneak into her hut via the cellar. Then, while she still slept, Fa’rah would sneak into her bedroom and knock her out with a special vial of potion she had stolen off an alchemist. Fa’rah smirked when she thought of how she had left the woman thoroughly hogtied and gagged on the floor of her cart. Sometimes it felt good to be bad.

But with the sleeping potion in hand she could knock Aurora while she slept, tie her up, and then drop her off in front of the nearest town. From there she would sent to prison, Fa’rah imagined, and then at least one phase of her revenge plot would be complete. Of course, that meant leaving Aurora with Artema in Onellia, since the closest town to Aurora’s hut was in Artema’s kingdom. She would have to forego her planned revenge on Artema for the time being if she was to succeed in capturing Aurora.

Of course, she could just keep the Thief Witch as her prisoner for awhile. Maybe even have some fun with her... but that would have to wait. She had to get her tied up first and that was easier said than done.

“Come on, Fa’rah,” she muttered to herself, still sharpening her blade. It was possible Aurora had some creatures guarding her hut so she had to be prepared for a fight. “This is it. This is the time. You won’t get captured again. You’re the captor this time. Get in, knock her out, tie her up, leave. Simple.”

She was nervous about it but, as usual, Fa’rah was confident she could pull this off. Despite a long history of... not pulling it off, Fa’rah continued to have confidence in her abilities. With her sword sharp and ready, her sleeping potion handy on her belt, and rested muscles, Fa’rah was ready. Despite having spent the previous night tightly bound and gagged, hopping to her camp and repeatedly falling into the dirt, Fa’rah was in high spirits. She had rested well that day and, on this night, she was absolutely sure that she was going to succeed.

“Like that one time...” she said to herself. “If only I could remember when that was... but I swear, I did it. I beat them all and I got... something. What was it? When was it? Damn it... I just can’t remember...”

Setting aside her confused thoughts, Fa’rah stalked off into the darkness, head held high, and a sheathed longsword at her back. This was it. This was finally the time. She was going to get the upper hand.

...

The creatures outside had proven to be no challenge for a warrior of Fa’rah’s skill. Despite her penchant for getting captured, Fa’rah was a very impressive fighter who could rival anyone. And the wandering, mindless creatures Aurora had left to snare unsuspecting passerby did little to hamper Fa’rah’s progress.

Even several strange, eyeless spiders who tried to catch Fa’rah in their webs were laid to waste by the sharp edge of her blade. Now inside the cellar, Fa’rah ignored several mewling captive women, all bound and gagged, stuck within cages and begging for her help. She wasn’t here to save anyone and she wouldn’t. That goody-good work was the Guild’s job. And she was certain they would come here and find these women once Aurora was behind bars.

The sound of the gagged captives didn’t wake their captor upstairs, who still lay asleep on a soft and elegant bed of red satin sheets. Fa’rah rolled her eyes when she saw the extravagant bed and the bedroom, lined with jewel-encrusted furniture and golden trinkets. Once a thief... Fa’rah thought with a sigh.

She crept to the bed, her sword sheathed, and leaned over the bed. Aurora was sound asleep on her back, breathing slowly and sleeping peacefully. Before reaching for her potion, Fa’rah noticed a rather tall and odd-looking wardrobe beside the bed. It looked old and was made of a pallid, dull dark brown wood. The wood wasn’t even finished and had even started to decay somewhat. She was puzzled for a moment by the oddity of such a ramshackle piece of furniture in an otherwise extravagant room but the thought passed her by. Fa’rah looked down to the bed where Aurora still lay sleeping and reached to her belt for the...

“Wait.. where is it?” Fa’rah whispered, checking her belt and noticing that the potion was missing. “Damn it... did I forget it? Maybe I dropped it? This can’t be happening!”

“Looking for something?”

Fa’rah snapped to attention and whirled around. Her eyes widened at the suddenly very awake Aurora standing there, holding a vial of green liquid.

“How... how did you... but you’re-”

“Asleep? Check again, sweetie.”

Looking to the bed, Fa’rah gasped when she saw that Aurora was no longer there. “How did you steal my potion?” Fa’rah asked, looking back to Aurora.

Aurora chuckled and shook her head. “Silly, Fa’rah. Different world, same old idiot. Did you forget? It doesn’t matter where I am. I’m the world’s greatest thief. That’s how.”

“Um... listen, can’t we just let the past go, Aurora?” Fa’rah asked, now growing desperate. It was truly startling how quickly she had lost the upper hand. “Maybe we could even work together again. Wouldn’t that be something? I could even help you capture the Guild! What do you say to that?”

Aurora seemed to mull over Fa’rah’s offer, playing with the vial in one hand while the other seemed to be radiating some kind of energy. She didn’t see it, but the wardrobe’s doors opened slightly behind Fa’rah while Aurora tightened her empty hand into a fist.

“Fa’rah... where do you get the gall to try and get back into my good graces? What makes you think I care at all to have a henchwoman again? With power like this... loyalty to me is unquestionable...” Aurora said with a wicked smile and wild eyes. The Thief Witch always did scare Fa’rah a bit... and right now she could feel a great terror rise from the pit of her stomach.

“Well... mine would be this time as well. No more playing both sides. I promise.”

Aurora smiled. “Oh, I know what a promise from you is worth. Tell you what... you can stay.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Aurora said, flinging her empty hand upward suddenly. Fa’rah was thrown back and the wardrobe’s door flew open. She was pinned to the back of the wooden thing and felt ropes spring to life from the wood behind her and begin to wrap around her body.

“No! Not again! Please, Aurora! Let me go! I wo-ggghhmmmph!”

One of the ropes had wrapped around her head and pulled itself between her teeth. This was quickly covered by a thick leather panel that strapped itself on, coming out from the very top of the wardrobe and tightly gagging her.

When she was fully bound, arms trapped behind her back in a box-tie, her arms pinned, her breasts framed in a rope harness, her legs wrapped up in criss-crossing ropes from the ankles to the upper thighs, and a rope pulling tight between her legs, Aurora let her smile widen. Her eyes went to Fa’rah’s powerful legs and her black, leather panties exposed by her already very short battle skirt having been pulled up by the crotchrope.

“Mmmmph! Plmmmph, dmmmt!” Fa’rah pleaded.

“Have fun, Fa’rah. Welcome to my world. Welcome... to Douleia!”

“Mmmmph!” The doors to the wardrobe slammed closed and shut Fa’rah into darkness.

Aurora watched the wardrobe shake as the warrior within struggled. She raised her hands and the wardrobe rose up with them. It glowed brighter and brighter until it rattled once and then slammed back down on the floor. Inside, Fa’rah was no longer there.

She found herself in a world of ropes, chains, leather, latex... and a ridiculous amount of bound and gagged women. They were tied to street lamps, hanging from doorways, used as display signs, they even lined the roads, writhing and squirming and moaning in pleasure.

Fa’rah herself, still tied in the exact same way, found herself acting as a lawn ornament in front of a huge mansion. She was tied to a thin pole and unable to escape. She screamed into her gag, begging and pleading for help, but no one there would help her.

In the hut, Aurora shook her head and clucked her tongue. “I was saving that surprise for Elyn...” she said to herself. “It was to be her home. It’s not even finished yet... Ah well. Fa’rah can stay there. But perhaps there is someone who could join her... maybe I should tell Elyn about my fun new world...”

...

Any onlooker would have been shocked to see that Elyn was, in fact, not currently tied up and gagged. Instead she was in her bedroom in her doorway, tightly gripping a bar near the top. Using her toned and strong arms, Elyn was doing pull-up after pull-up with impressive speed. It was important to keep her shape and look good for her bondage sessions, after all, so exercise was vitally important.

If someone were to watch her work out, they would be surprised at just how strong and agile Elyn was, easily lifting her own weight time and time again. She had a slender figure, and her muscles were not especially pronounced, but her arms and legs were both well toned and shapely, and her stomach muscles were nearing a light six pack, though it was mostly flat.

Others would be surprised to see the punching bag in the corner of the room. She hid it well and, using magic, she often didn’t need the skill but Elyn was also a very skilled fighter. Not as skilled as Meryn or Artema, perhaps, but she could hold her own if it came down to it. Of course, there was also a target with arrows stuck in it, including several split arrows where she had struck the same spot over and over again with her incredible aim. Yet another target had a wide hole in the centre where she practiced with a flintlock pistol.

Around her neck, people would have found her necklace odd as it was a silver coin with a strange sort of hole in it. Indeed, it was a bullet hole from her time in Weston. As much as she liked to flaunt herself, Elyn liked even more to hide all of these talents from people. It was the surprise she enjoyed when she showed them that her wild, enigmatic attitude could be so controlled and focussed.

Her love of bondage made her seem submissive to some but her unapologetic attitude and strong will made her a rather dominant personality. As it was with her magic, Elyn had a deep fire burning in her soul that she let very few ever see. There was a need to prove herself, show her strength, and fight unequivocally for justice.

But there was also a strange madness to Elyn that attracted her to strange things. She enjoyed being in danger, always seeking great thrills, and found herself drawn very much to strong personalities and ‘bad girls’ as she often said.

Celia didn’t fit that mould, but Elyn loved her sweet little friend. As it was with Elyn, everything was a contradiction. Despite her attraction to bad girls, one of her greatest friends and allies was perhaps the nicest person one could meet.

There was one person, however, that always intrigued Elyn from the moment they met. Wild and crazy, dominant and sensuous, selfish and self-indulgent, there was just something about Aurora that Elyn found wildly attractive. And she knew that feeling was mutual. If only there was a way to turn her incredible energy toward a good cause...

Sweet fire mistress a heavy accented voice said in her mind. It spoke softly, sensually, and with a touch of venom. It gave Elyn a shiver that ran down her spine and she stopped her workout, dropping to the floor.

Sweet fire mistress... the voice said again. I have a surprise for you.

Elyn’s mind was on fire but she calmed herself and spoke back with her own mind. Since when could you reach out to me, Aurora?

It’s not me that’s reaching out, dearest Elyn. We’re connected. You saw to that from that night of bliss we spent together. You remember, don’t you?

I do Elyn thought. But I told you then that was a one time thing.

And I told you that you were lying to yourself. You still are, sweet fire mistress.

Elyn sighed. As long as you’re after my friends, you and I are on opposite sides.

Just give me a chance Aurora’s voice said. Let me prove myself to you. Show you that we... we belong together, Elyn.

The thought was indeed tempting for Elyn. She always wondered what more time with Aurora would be like... and if she could somehow turn her around. Elyn didn’t want to change Aurora. All she wanted to do was get her turned in the right direction. Perhaps this was her chance...

Your mind is wandering, fire mistress.

Show me Elyn thought. Show me what you need to show me, then.

I promise that you’ll love it. Does the word Douleia excite you, fire mistress?

It’s Greek Elyn thought, remembering her time in Weston and the languages she learned. She smirked. It means bondage.

Exactly Aurora’s voice said. It’s a world I created. Just for you. Will you come and see it?

It sounds lovely. But how do I know this isn’t a trap?

Of course it’s a trap, Elyn. But that’s what you hope for, isn’t it?

Elyn chuckled. She knew she wasn’t hard to read. And Aurora could read her like a book.

Listen... if I don’t like this world of bondage you’ve created, you have to let me out.

And if you love it? Aurora’s voice asked.

Then I’ll stay... as long as you leave my friends alone.

There was a long pause as Aurora mulled over Elyn’s offer. I’ll leave them alone... until they deal with Jhana. But I still want them in my collection. They could even join you in Douleia! But only once they’ve dealt with Jhana. I want that awful witch out of the way, anyway.

Elyn sighed. They’ll beat you anyway. Fine. I’ll check out Douleia.

You just wait right there. I’ll bring you to me.

Elyn’s vision was engulfed with bright light and her bedroom faded around her, quickly replaced by the vision of Aurora and her red satin sheets. As soon as Elyn was finally in the room, Aurora stepped forward and placed her face close to Elyn’s.

“Greetings, fire mistress,” Aurora said, a genuine smile curling her lips. It might have been the first time Elyn saw her smile without a touch of malice or madness.

“Hello... Thief Witch.”

Aurora chuckled. “I do adore such a title. Don’t you?”

“I could live with fire mistress...”

“So could I... forever and ever.”

Elyn’s cocky smirk then widened to a smile. “That... that was actually really sweet.”

“I want you, Elyn. In my life. I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since that night. Even after all the things I’ve done here, in Esterlin, I want you here.”

“Well, I’m here. Now where is this world of bondage?”

Aurora, still smiling, took Elyn by the hand and gently pulled her toward the wardrobe.

“This dusty old thing?”

“It’s looks are deceptive... there is much more to it on the inside. Just like you.”

Elyn smirked again. “So I just... step inside?”

“Only when you’re ready. Mistress only wants the best for you.”

“Mistress?”

“Yes... me. I want to be yours. Will you allow me?”

Aurora held up one hand, outstretched toward Elyn, and her eyes moved up and down, taking in all of Elyn’s form. She couldn’t help the sweet smile that crossed her face when she saw Elyn doing the same thing.

“Maybe...” Elyn said. “As soon as you show me Douleia. I have to love it, remember?”

“And you will, my dear. You will. Are you ready to step inside?”

Elyn took in a breath. “Will this wardrobe tie me up?”

“As tight as you want. And think of your favourite gag. It will give you everything you want. That’s what it’s designed for.”

“You.. designed it... for me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You are everything to me... if I could, I would give up everything to please you.”

“If you could?”

“Yes. Of course, I can’t. But I can still try to have you in my life, can’t I?”

“You can... very well. Your world sounds... amazing. I’ll step inside your wardrobe.”

She took Aurora’s hand and the Thief Witch led her to the doors. They gently opened for her and yearning ropes were already reaching out to her.

“Enjoy yourself, Elyn... And I will see you inside. Later.”

“Later?” Elyn asked, as the ropes started to take hold of her. Aurora let go of her hand.

“Of course. For now, I need to prepare myself. I need a plan to capture your friends after they’ve dealt with Jhana and it has to be perfect so I must begin right away. You understand, don’t you slave?”

“Slave...” Elyn let the word roll off her tongue. “I... almost like the sound of that.”

“Almost? Well, we’ll see what Douleia does to help that along. See you soon, slave.”

The ropes gently wrapped around Elyn’s body and soon she was completely mummified in rope, save for her head and feet, still in her heeled shoes. A harness ball gag and blindfold pulled tight onto her face from the wall behind her, silencing and blinding her. Already in bliss, the doors gently shut and transported her to the world of Douleia...

...

He had been on business in Sixellia. Now the princess was missing and he knew... he knew where to find her. Some would ask how but Prince Jonas always seemed to know things he couldn’t have known. Nobody really knew how he did it. Old contacts, spy training from his days in Ikaatan... but that didn’t explain everything.

He pounded the door to the hut and gripped a dagger tight in his hand. “Aurora! Open this damn door, you witch!”

Silence answered him. His frustration built with each passing second. Jonas knew Aurora was obsessed with Elyn... it’s the only place she could have been taken.

“That’s it! I’m taking this door down!”

The door finally opened and the brown-skinned woman glared at him behind dark eyes. “What do you want, scruffy?”

“You know exactly what I’m here for. Where is Elyn?”

Aurora sighed. “Inside. Negotiating a truce.”

“Wait... what?”

“Listen, scruffy, I don’t have time for this. Elyn is unharmed and, in fact, enjoying herself. She came here of her own free will. You have no reason to be here. Now get lost.”

“You expect me to just buy that?”

Aurora rolled her eyes. “No, I guess not. But you must have seen it. The way I look at her... the way she looks at me... it’s no secret. And, stupid as you are, you’re smart enough to figure that one out.”

“And I think she’s making a huge mistake. You must have coerced her in some way. You’re holding the Princess of Sixellia against her will. You will bring down the wrath of the entire-”

“Shut up, scruffy. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ll let Elyn tell you herself.”

Aurora went silent and seemed to be thinking of something. A warm smile spread across her lips. Without warning, Elyn’s smoky voice was speaking inside Jonas’ mind.

Jonas... it’s me... her voice sounded distant and distracted. But she didn’t sound unhappy. Quite the opposite, in fact. She sounded... ecstatic.

“What... where are you?”

Your mind, Jonas. Speak with your mind... You’re too... loud...

Um... okay. How’s that?

B-better... oh. Jonas, it’s so wonderful here...

Where are you? Jonas thought.

Someplace Aurora made for me.... it’s heaven...

Wait... actual heaven? Did she kill you?

Don’t be stupid. It’s just my idea of heaven. But, believe me, I am alive! I’ve never been so alive!

Okay... Jonas gave his head a shake at the euphoric tone in Elyn’s thoughts.

But she hasn’t kidnapped you?

Not me, no. But others.... downstairs.... in the wardrobe...

The wardrobe?

It’s... hard to explain. There’s a whole world in here...

Jonas shook his head again. You’re... you’re in her wardrobe?

YES! Oh, by every god that ever existed, YES! That’s where I am and it’s.... it’s... I never want to leave, Jonas.

But you’ll have to eventually... right?

I suppose so... but not yet. It’s so.... I can’t even describe it! Aurora.... I love her, Jonas. She did this for me.... I want to be with her. I wish she was here.

Don’t go saying something stupid now Jonas thought.

I mean it. Maybe I can take Celia here... she would love it...

I mean, probably, if you’re doing what I think you’re doing. But I’m not letting that witch have my best friend, Elyn.

Oh no. Celia would be a guest, not a prisoner. I will see to it... Oh.. the sound of this place! All that moaning... the gagged voices... the bliss....

There’s more people in there?

Some are just shades, women of Aurora’s creation with no real body to speak of in the real world. But others... there are prisoners here... I can hear Fa’rah’s voice somewhere... she’s tied up, too. I won’t let her keep them, Jonas. I will turn her. I promise.

Jonas let out a long breath. I can’t just leave you. What if she’s bluffing? What if she’s going to keep all of you in there forever as her prisoners? Think about it, Elyn. It’s exactly something she would do.

Not... not with me. She will listen to me. She loves me, Jonas. I can feel it. I hear it in my mind. If she wants to be with me.... she will have to join us.

Wait... join us!? Are you insane!?

We could use her talents... and, oh, she has so many talents, Jonas. She already hates Jhana. She could fight for us... fight Jhana... help us put an end to all of this.

Jonas couldn’t help but shake his head again. Listen, I trust you. If you think you can do this, then you can. But I’m not going to be far away. I don’t trust this witch.

That’s... rich. Coming from... the shady spy. Wasn’t there a time when almost none of us trusted you?

This is different. I’ve proven myself. Aurora has too... in the opposite direction.

Elyn’s voice moaned in his head and Jonas began feeling uncomfortable. His cheeks flushed and his face felt hot. Aurora chuckled when she saw it.

“She’s got a voice on her, hasn’t she? That smoky, sexy voice... you’re so lucky to hear it in your head right now, scruffy.”

Jonas cleared his throat and gathered himself. Elyn... um... I won’t be far. Just... reach out if you need my help.

Of course, Jonas. Be safe.

You too.

Elyn finally stopped speaking inside his mind and Jonas met Aurora’s eye again. “Well? Didn’t she sound happy?”

“Uh... yeah... she did.”

“Left you speechless, has she? Elyn has that effect... she’s so perfect...”

“Well... err... she’s convinced me that she’s not in any trouble. So I’ll leave you alone. So long as that truce you mentioned stays in effect... you won’t see me here again.”

“Good. Get lost in the forest, scruffy,” Aurora said, slamming the door in his face.

With Jonas thoroughly confused and flustered, Aurora walked back to her bedroom and stared longingly at the wardrobe.

“Oh, Elyn... I want to be in there with you...”

What’s stopping you? Come on... Elyn’s voice said in her mind.

Elyn... I can’t...you know that.

But Aurora... Mistress... please...

Did... did you just call me Mistress?

Aurora had to stop thinking for a moment when she heard a peculiar sound... a sort of thumping... when she realized it was the intense beat of her own heart.

Come inside, Mistress. Play with me... we have so much fun together...

We do, don’t we?

But you have to do something for me, first.

Her heart was still beating out of her chest. But Elyn’s voice had its hold over Aurora. And Elyn wasn’t even using any of her powers. This was all Aurora and her intense love for the orange-haired princess of Sixellia.

Anything, my lovely Aurora thought.

Release your prisoners. All of them. The ones in the basement. The ones in here with me. They don’t want to be here like I do. If you do that, you also have to join me. Fight Jhana. Be with the Guild. Be with me....

Aurora, the Thief Witch, the Guild’s adversary, having kidnapped them and tried to destroy them, break them apart, didn’t even hesitate.

Yes, Elyn. I will do it. I would do it all for you. I would crush the moon with my bare hands if you asked me to. I would turn the world inside out and then back again if you asked. I would-

Enough, Mistress. I understand. I... I love you. Do it, please. For me.

I love you too, Elyn. Yes. Of course...

Aurora raised her hands and flicked both wrists. In the cellar, the wooden cages flung open and the ropes on every captive woman fell to the floor, freeing them. The wardrobe also flung open and several women, including Fa’rah, were spat out into the hut completely free.

The rest of the women ran away immediately but Fa’rah got to her feet.

“Aurora... what the hell is that place?”

“Get out. Now,” Aurora said. “I need to be with the love of my life.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Leave, Fa’rah. You’re free. Don’t make me tie you up again.”

“Um... yeah. Sure. Whatever.”

Fa’rah decided then to leave, not wanting to test the patience or the strange whims of the Thief Witch.

“And just so you know, Fa’rah.... I’m with the Guild now.”

Fa’rah stopped dead in her tracks and whirled around. “What!? How... when... who... You know what? Nevermind. You’re out of your damn mind. I’ve got other stuff to do. Have fun with your weirdo wardrobe.”

Fa’rah slammed the door behind her and Aurora stepped up to the wardrobe. “Oh, I will...”

The doors slowly opened for Aurora and yearning ropes lashed out at her body as she closed her eyes. Her wrists were pinned behind her back in a tight box tie. Intricate ropes lashed themselves around her chest, making an ornate rope harness and framing her breasts perfectly. The ropes also bound her arms at her sides, More of the ropes tied her legs at the ankles, above and below the knees, and at the thighs. Her skirt was lifted up to show off her gorgeous legs and she nodded once to summon a crotchrope that pulled itself tight, causing her to squeal and moan in pleasure. Finally, Aurora opened her mouth wide and a wide and thick wooden bit gag was fixed between her teeth, with straps that went around her head in a harness. She moaned into the gag as the doors closed and she was shut in to the world of her own creation.

When she opened her eyes next, she was laying on a bed with tight, red latex sheets. A chandelier made of ball gags hung above her on the ceiling and soft music was playing from somewhere she could not discern.

Elyn appeared above her, free of her bonds, and holding a whip in her hand.

“Hmmph?” Aurora asked.

“This place was made for me... I can free myself at any time,” Elyn said.

Aurora giggled. I should have known she thought.

“So... Mistress...” Elyn said. “What was that about calling me slave?”

“Agghhh....” Aurora said into her gag. “Yooogghhh.... wagghnt tmmm bmm magghhh shlagghfff?”

“Of course,” Elyn said, understanding Aurora’s gagged speech. “On one condition.”

“Wagghhht?”

“You’ll be my slave, too. And when you’re like this... you will call me ‘Mistress.’ You understand?”

Aurora nodded slowly.

“But, of course, I have to be tied up too. So.... here we go...”

Elyn spread her arms wide and leather straps came to her from the black wallpaper that covered the walls of the room. Her wrists were crossed and tied behind her back. Straps also wrapped around her arms and tightened around her breasts, jutting them out and squeezing them. Aurora moaned at the sight. More straps went on around Elyn’s pretty legs, tying them together at the ankles, above and below the knees, and higher up on her thighs. Her skirt rode up like Aurora’s and another strap went between her legs and pulled extra tight.

Elyn laid herself gently down on the bed and snuggled up close to Aurora. “Now... are you going to share that lovely gag or what?”

Aurora’s eyes widened when straps appeared from out of her own gag and wrapped around Elyn’s head in a harness, pulling her face tight to Aurora’s. Elyn opened her mouth and locked her lips around the wooden bit and their lips finally met. Now gagged together, both women pulled in tighter to each other and did their best to rub up against each other.

Grinding away and now pressing their lips against each other, both women stuck their tongues out and pushed past the tight bit to shove their tongues into each other’s mouth.

Both of them moaned and squealed in absolute bliss. It simply was not possible for them to be more attracted to each other. There was no way they could more in love. Trapped together in bondage, bound and gagged in this world of Aurora’s creation, created for Elyn, neither woman wanted to leave the other’s side ever again.

They struggled and moaned and kissed and rubbed up against each other long into the night and well into the next day. It would be some time before they freed themselves. But now, with this union, the Guild only had one true enemy. And they were now all united in the final fight to take down Jhana.