"...and with that, I can special summon Dark Magician Girl!"

My master's voice stirs me awake, draws me from my slumber. I was waiting for this moment. I know I am a key part of my master's strategy, an anchor in her deck.

Proudly, I appear on the field, twirling my magic sceptre and striking a pose, to the cheering voices of the crowd. It is a big match, an important match. My master looks serious but I give her a reassuring smile before I face the monsters lined up on her opponent's side. We both know what to do.

"Next, I will--!"

"Not so fast!" I give master's opponent a rude look. How dare she interrupt her. If she had something to play, she could have done so right away. "You activated my trap card! Shadow Spell!"

The card lifts on the field and immediately, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Shadow Spell allows me to target one of your monsters and keep them from attacking or changing battle position! In addition, its attack power is reduced by 700!"

I move as if to dodge, purely on instinct, but I already know it is hopeless. Countless chains burst forth from the card and descend upon me.

My sceptre falls out of my hand as my arms are pulled behind my back, the chains wrapping around my wrists and elbows, pinning them against my back.

Chains wrap around my legs, forcing them together and digging into the exposed skin of my thighs.

My body is squeezed by the metal restraints, pulling around my torso, above, below, and between my breasts. One of the smaller chains even wraps around my waist and runs between my legs, pressing against my crotch.

An involuntary, silent moan leaves my lips, before a thin chains wraps around my head twice, passing between my teeth and tugging at the corners of my mouth, forcing down my tongue.

I shudder and tense as I feel my strength leaving me, the chains draining my power as they force themselves onto me, squeezing hard and keeping me trapped, as if to take away any hope of escape.

I squirm and struggle, desperately fighting against this magic trap. Master needs me, she needs me to be strong and capable. But I am not. I am weak and trapped, nothing but a helpless damsel without my magic.

I feel the eyes on me, the eyes of the gathered crowd, watching me fight hopelessly. Their gaze on my body, put on display with nowhere to hide. The eyes of master's opponent, her expression a taunting sneer as she watches me struggle in delight.

Master, please forgive me. There is nothing I can do. You must be so disappointed. You may punish me all you want later, master, I will not complain.

Another silent moan escapes me.

"Nice try." Master? Of course! Master has a plan, she always does! How could I be so foolish? "I play Mystical Space Typhoon, to shred your Shadow Spell!"

The wind picks up around me, eroding the chains. Their grip loosens, my power returns! I make one last attempt, pressing against the restraints digging into my body and this time, they break!

My sceptre returns to my hand and I strike a confident pose. I am still of use to master after all! I will win this duel for her! Maybe then, I will even be rewarded.