After being trapped in bondage for centuries, Adara Highforest finally escapes and recounts her experience to who she thinks is her long lost friend...
This story contains plenty of nonconsensual bondage, so just a warning before continuing! In real life, always perform consensual bondage.
Adara stepped into the dimly lit pub from the cold, windblown street. The sorceress removed her cloak hood and closed the door behind her, looking at her surroundings. She was looking for someone she had known back in the academy, over 700 years ago. One of the perks to being a sorceress was that you are immortal. The major downside that Adara had discovered though is that, if somehow, you get trapped and there is no way to escape, you are stuck there for quite literally forever. Adara had been trapped physically in bondage but was also magically trapped in the land of the living.
Adara spotted who she was looking for sitting at a table towards the back of the main room. After ordering a pint of mead, she walked over to the table. Her friend was exactly as she remembered her from back in the academy. Her long, blonde hair laid against her robes that identified her as a sorceress. Once her friend noticed her, her eyes got huge.
"Oh my stars, is that you Adara?" Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of her.
"Yes Gwen, it's me."
"Oh my god!" Gwen stood up and embraced her friend tightly. Adara had been missing for over 700 years and Gwen had always wondered where she had went. After all this time, finally reuniting with her friend from such a long time ago was quite moving. The two sat down and instantly began to become reacquainted.
"Where on earth have you been all this time? Our records still said your soul was on earth so you couldn't have died, but we had no idea..."
"I'll tell you in a minute, but first I'm going to enjoy this mead. I haven't gotten to drink anything in 700 years." Adara took a deep draw from her flagon, the flavor reminding her of the life she had lived before becoming entrapped.
"Alright. I can tell you now. Do you remember the boy who was in the academy with us, Duncan?"
"Yeah, we always thought he was cute! I don't know what happened to him either..."
"Well, he wasn't cute. Shortly after we all graduated, I met him at a bar and he turned out to be... evil."
"Evil??!! Like how?"
"He went down the dark magic path. I found out about it and he managed to subdue me. It all happened that night at the bar...
I sat across from Duncan in disbelief. What he had just told me was tantamount to treason.
"You're practicing dark magic?"
"Yes, and I want you to join me." Duncan sat leaning on the table, his hands crossed.
"Why me?"
"Well, I always thought you were a little but rebellious back at the academy. Remember the worms?"
"The worms weren't dark magic! That was just a little bit of fun!"
"You had to break into the restricted section to get the book that you learned that from. I honestly thought you were teaching yourself dark magic even back then."
"No, of course not!" I was shocked to think that my reckless behavior at the academy made it seem to him that I was willing to practice dark magic.
"So you definitely don't want to join me?"
"Absolutely not!"
Duncan sighed. "Well, I guess you leave me no choice then..." He leaned back and played with a toothpick in his hand before snapping his fingers. A small orange spark of magic appeared when he snapped. Silence instantly filled the room. I looked around, seeing every person there frozen in place. They all stood unblinking, some with food halfway to their mouths, waitresses with plates of food mid-step, all frozen in time. I swung back to look at Duncan. His eyes were shining with magic light: he was preparing something major.
"Duncan, whatever you are doing, just st-" Duncan snapped his fingers again. My body immediately went limp. I tilted forward onto the table, unable to say or move anything other than my eyes. I began to roll out of the booth but Duncan stood up and caught me before I fell.
"Oh, you should have joined me Adara..." he said as he lowered me to the floor. "You will really regret doing this..." I lay at his mercy, pleading with him with my eyes to not do anything to me.
"I can't kill you, I've known you for too long. It would hurt my conscience. But I can't have you walking about warning people I'm practicing dark magic. The best I can do is shut you up, permanently."
I yelled at my body to move, my lips to open, anything to happen that would let me say the magic words to lift the limp spell from my body. If only I had acted faster! I moved my eyes about the room, knowing that nobody could help me, frozen as they were in time. When they finally unfroze, all it would look like to them is that we had disappeared.
Duncan had been busy while I was busy with my thoughts. He had pulled a hidden bag out from under the table and was removing items from it. I flicked my eyes towards it, watching him pull out coils of rope, rolls of tape and many more things. I got the feeling that whatever he was planning was nothing good for me.
"I need to save my magic for bigger and better things, so I need to do this by hand."
Duncan flipped me over onto my stomach, my limp body unable to protest. Taking each hand and a roll of tape, he began to wrap each of my hands into a tight fist, using half of the roll of tape on each hand.
"Can't have you using your hands, especially if I am going to restrain you permanently." Duncan said this with no emotion. I began to realize just how far gone he was into dark magic.
After wrapping each of my hands in tape, he taped my wrists together behind my back. I felt him work his way all the way up to my elbows, pulling my arms painfully tight to my back. If I had been able to make any sound, I would have gasped in pain. He continued wrapping up to my shoulders, using at least two rolls-worth of tape. Next, he took out a vial of liquid from his bag. Unstopping it, he poured it all over the tape wrap. It was glue and he pulled out a rag to rub it evenly over the tape.
The next item out of the bag was a large leather sleeve. He slid it over my taped and glued arms, securing leather straps in place. I realized it was a leather armbinder as he worked his way up my arms, securing the straps. When he reached the straps that would circle around my body, he paused and snapped his fingers twice. The first snap dried the glue, binding the armbinder tightly to the tape around my arms. Even if he wanted to, he would be unable to pull the armbinder off now, it being glued in place. The second snap made all the clothes on my body disappear, except for my socks.
"Can't have your clothes in the way of a secure binding", Duncan said. He finished the armbinder by pulling the straps the rest of the way around my chest, securing them tightly in place. During this, Duncan traced his fingers over my body.
"I had always wanted to see you naked..."
He continued his bondage spree with rope, tightly binding my feet together. He wrapped several coils around my ankles and calves, before working up to below my knees, above my knees and thighs. He pulled a second stoppered vial from his bag and applied the same glue to the ropes, entirely covering the coils. With a snap of his fingers, the glue hardened over the bonds, fusing the ends to the rest of the coils. Even if my hands were free, I wouldn't be able to get to the ends of the ropes to untie them. I strained against the spell, but nothing I could do would let me move even in the slightest.
"I can't power your limp spell forever, so we better make sure you can't say anything once I lift it."
Duncan pulled each of my socks off my feet. I now realized why he had left them on when he had removed my clothes. He wanted to gag me in a way that would make my experience as uncomfortable for me as possible. He pulled my jaw open and shoved both socks deep into my mouth. I was immediately sick at the taste and thought of my socks being in my mouth, but nothing I could do could remove them. Duncan pulled a large red ball gag out from his bag and applied it over the socks, shoving them even deeper into my mouth. He pulled the straps of the head harness to their tightest level, forcing my jaw wide and making me gag on the socks as they were forced into the back of my throat. My eyes watered in discomfort, I couldn't believe that Duncan, someone I had known from the academy, could do this to me.
"Can't have you getting bored while you are trapped, right?"
Duncan pulled yet more things from his bag. They looked like small, flat silver pieces of metal. He applied one to the bottoms of each of my feet, gluing them in place with the same magical glue. He followed that up by tying my feet and big toes together, applying more glue for each.
Next, Duncan pulled a small box from his bag. Opening it, I could see several small, egg-shaped metal things. He pulled out a dozen of them and began to insert them into each of my private areas. I could feel myself growing hot as he invaded my personal areas, unable to move or prevent him from doing anything.
"These will prevent you from needed to use the bathroom in any way... among other things."
I was instantly worried as to what he meant by 'other things'. Duncan took more coils of rope and looped them about my waist and crotch, creating an extremely tight crotchrope that both pushed the eggs deeper into my body and prevented them from ever being able to fall out. At this point, Duncan rolled me over onto my stomach, my face laying to the side limp. He pulled my feet up and used another rope to secure them to a ring at the bottom of my armbinder, tightly hog-tying me. Once everything was securely in place, he stood up and brushed sweat from his brow. He clicked his fingers and the limp spell lifted, allowing me to move in my restricted state. I immediately started shouting into my gag and twisting my body, pleading with Duncan to let me go.
"Oh, I almost forgot", Duncan said as he leaned down to my head. He had another vial of glue in his hand, which he used to apply glue to my lips. Snapping his fingers, my lips became welded to the ball gag, further securing my gag in place. He applied more glue to each of the buckles on the straps holding the gag to my head, permanently locking the gag in place. I moaned into the gag, tears running down my face, struggling with all my might.
Duncan replaced everything into his bag before standing up and looking at me, zero emotion showing on his face.
"Not any place will work to hold you, so I had to prepare someplace special."
Duncan grabbed hold of my shoulder and snapped his fingers. I felt us be transported somewhere, the world blurring around me. When it came back into focus, I looked around to see we were in a stone cube with no exits. A small iron cage sat on the floor in front of us. I began to scream and cry into my gag, begging Duncan to not put me in the cage. He ignored me, carrying me over to the cage. Now closer to it, I could see that the top of the cage was set to the side. He picked my up in my restrained state and lowered my in until I was sitting in the middle. I barely fit, my knees were touching the bars towards my rear and both of my sides were pressed up against the bars. I had to turn my head to the side to prevent my face from being squished into the bars in front of me.
I continued struggling and moaning into my gag as Duncan picked up the top of the cage, a solid iron plate. He set it on top of the bars and pushed down, forcing my legs to press tightly down to my body. The hogtie rope was no longer the thing pushing my legs up to my body, but rather the lid. I heard Duncan snap his fingers again and the tips of the bars glowed orange, welding the lid onto the iron cage. I continued to struggle, my body already beginning to cramp.
"I told you I wouldn't want you to get bored." Duncan said menacingly before snapping his fingers yet again.
Simultaneously the pads on my feet and the eggs in my body began to vibrate. I immediately twisted in uncomfort, the pads tickling my feet, making me unable to concentrate on anything. The eggs vibrated and spun, forcing me to the edge. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to a climax, until finally...
"Mmmm, mmmpph, mmmm, MM- mm?" The eggs all turned off right as I was about to climax.
"This is your punishment for not joining me Adara, eternal sexual frustration..."
"MMMM!! MMPPHH! MMMMMMMMMM!!!"
"Enjoy your immortality my dear..."
With that, Duncan's form blurred and disappeared. The pads on my feet continued to vibrate away, tickling my soles. Suddenly, they both delivered a harsh shock, making me flex my body in pain. The eggs began to vibrate once more as I struggled, unable to move in the slightest.
"Oh my god, that's terrible. How did you manage to escape?"
"I had to wait for the leather to decay. Once the armbinder fell off after a couple hundred years, the glue had dissolved and there was only the tape. After another few hundred years, the tape similarly decayed to the point where I could pull my hands out. I pulled my gag off and used my magic to remove the rest of the bonds and get out of the cage. The first few months were the worst, I hadn't realized how long a year actually was. I endured that torment for days, then weeks, then months, then a year. Duncan left a clock in the room in front of me, ticking up into infinity. He never checked on me once, I was all alone with my thoughts and my torment."
"That's horrible, how could he do such a thing?"
"I don't know, I just want to find him now and give a taste of his own medicine..."
Adara and Gwen sat in silence for a while. The bar had long closed and the bartender had left, allowing the pair to stay since they were sorceresses and were both well-respected.
"Well, I guess we should get going", Gwen said, standing up. "Thanks for telling me how you escaped."
"You're welcome... why how I escaped?"
"So I can prevent it next time." Gwen suddenly snapped her fingers, her eyes blazing with an orange light. Adara instantly went limp, flopping back into her booth.
'What?! No! It can't be!' Adara thought in horror as she watched Gwen approach her. A magical skin fell off of her, revealing her to be Duncan.
"You should have checked to make sure I really was Gwen" he said with a smile, looking upon Adara menacingly.
'NOOO PLEASE NOT AGAIN!' Adara thought, trying her hardest to move at all.
"I offered Gwen to be my partner right after you. She refused and is now in the same fate as you were. I guess I should probably check on her since you were able to escape. I will of course be taking the proper precautions now, a simple durability enchantment should work for your binds. Prevent them from falling apart this time."
Duncan picked Adara up and set her on the floor. He pulled a bag out and began removing the exact same items Adara had seen in her last encounter with Duncan. Adara screamed in her mind, panicking at being locked up for truly all eternity.