Liz’s black-furred cat ears perked up, her head snapping up as she scurried to cover the ancient tome in front of her with her notes and another less-forbidden book that she was supposed to be studying. Footsteps echoed down the ancient halls of the Sanctum, and seemed to be coming toward her. Then she heard a door open, the hinges squeaking in a particular way. It was across the hall from the library.
Blowing out the breath she wasn’t aware she’d been holding, she uncovered the ancient book, written back in the Middle Ages and went back to her study of the spell within. She’d only recently bonded with her familiar, hence her cat ears and tail, not to mention her feline eyes, so she wasn’t entirely used to the enhanced senses that came with said bond. The fact that she could smell things that she never could before was perhaps the most difficult aspect to get used to, as she was experiencing people she’d known for decades in a whole new way, and it wasn’t always pleasant.
Still, her time ran shorter than she would have liked. It was technically in the early morning hours, a time that most everyone agreed to bed down or meditate, though with the Sanctum being located outside of the normal flow of time, it didn’t really work that way. Some habits from the real world were hard to break. More importantly, though, Sassy, her mentor, was accompanying one of the archmages for another day on a jaunt outside the Sanctum, so Liz had decided on some independent studies.
She scribbled down her notes quickly, copying the particulars of the spell she had discovered. It seemed to be a rather benign spell, really, creating magical bindings that would subdue someone in a way that wasn’t the least bit lethal. The spell seemed simple enough to actually cast, though apparently it invoked the name of a demon when it was used, which seemed a bit odd for a non-lethal spell, but at first glance, that was really the only reason it had been in the ‘forbidden lore’ section.
Satisfied that she had what she needed, Liz gathered up her notes and tucked them into the book she had carried in with her, then quickly replaced the older book back in the special case with its companions. It had taken a couple of months for the right time to make her jaunt into the archives to finally come around, but now all she needed to do was puzzle out a few particulars and give the spell a test in one of the practice rooms.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, now that she’d had time to read over her notes a few more times, Liz had a much better understanding of exactly how the spell worked containing elements of conjuration and transmutation magics with a dash of evocation for good measure. The actual incantation was not entirely difficult, just awkward given that it was written in a mix of ancient Arabic and Latin from the Middle Ages. Arabic wasn’t her strongest language by any stretch of the imagination, but she could puzzle it out and translate the whole incantation into something more modern.
Magic was an art, not a science, after all. A little improvisation was expected!
Liz slipped into the practice chamber and sealed the door behind her with a quick locking ward. Any of the full-fledged mages could break it easily, but the younger students like herself likely couldn’t do so without significant effort. The chamber itself was polyhedral, with mirrored walls that were enchanted to contain magic within them to prevent damage to anything outside the room. All of the training chambers reminded her of being inside a massive d20 from her younger days playing AD&D with some other kids from her block. Curiously enough she had almost always played a wizard of some flavor.
“I was such a dweeb back then,” she muttered, before she pushed away further nostalgic thoughts, and focused on the dummy in front of her. It wasn’t fancy, reminding her of the kind of thing you always saw cobbled together in those cheap fantasy movies, though this one would reform itself from splinters after a few minutes. Did they even still make those movies these days? When was the last time she had even watched a movie? What year was it again? Was she really that old?
Getting her head on straight, Liz read over her improvised translation notes and did a quick run through of the motions she would need to make with her hands and arms. Not terrible at all, just variations of the types of symbol tracing she was used to. Licking her lips, Liz closed her eyes for a few pre-visualizations of the spell in her mind, did a practice run with her hands. This was going to be easy!
Stowing her notes, she looked at the dummy, bringing her focus to it exclusively. All other thoughts she pushed away aside from it and the spell. Her vision became clearer as she tapped into the magical essence that flowed around her, drawing in its energy. She knew that her eyes appeared even more feline than they usually did when she tapped into the flow, even had a yellowish glow to them. Not exactly uncommon for those like her who had bonded with a familiar in the manner she had.
Raising her hands, Liz began the incantation, chanting the words clearly, if a bit softer than she normally would have. Though she was alone and the door was sealed, she was still a bit nervous of being discovered.
An arcane wind swirled about her as she drew in more power and the words of the spell merged with the flow of arcane energy. She saw the symbols clearly in her mind, saw the magical flows binding together and forming the meat of the spell. Her voice raised as she summoned up the rest of the power required.
Then she called out the final part of the spell to maximize its power, invoking the name of the demon, aiming it toward the dummy.
“BANDS OF ARRNOR!”
In the moment she called out the spell, two very significant things happened. First, an overpowering scent of brimstone filled her nostrils, overwhelming thanks to her recently enhanced sense of smell.
Second, she sneezed.
In that moment, her concentration faltered, and the spell she had aimed at the dummy went off course. Unfortunately as she tried to recover, her eyes fell upon her own reflection in the mirrored surface of the chamber, and she felt the spell complete.
“Oh, that’s bogus!” Liz tried to take a step back, but it was too late. The spell was already upon her. Midnight-blue energy swirled around her in vaguely tentacle shapes, and she was lifted from the floor. Then the energy tentacles took a more definite form, looking very much like leather straps.
Helpless to fight off her own spell in her panic, Liz felt the wind around her intensify, shredding her clothes as the straps swirled around her body. The straps encircled her limbs. Her arms jerked behind her and came together, her elbows touching as the straps buckled themselves in place. Opening her mouth to try to begin a counterspell, her hopes were quickly dashed as a massive ball-gag stuffed itself between her teeth, one strap securing itself behind her head as another went to either side of her nose and over the top, and a third beneath her chin, making sure that ball wasn’t moving.
The straps encircling her legs drew closer together, and then she was suddenly upside down. Thinking the spell might have been ending, Liz was understandably disappointed to see more straps appearing in front of her, some smaller, some larger. Worse, there were a couple of very large-looking dildos materializing from the aether, along with what looked like some kind of clamps.
Leather encircled her neck as a stiff collar slid into place, and then Liz’s vision was taken from her as a blindfold slipped over her eyes and buckled down. She squealed around the gag as the dildos she had witnessed were suddenly very much in a place she had no intention of filling that morning, and squealed again as leather tightened around her waist and between her legs, making sure they weren’t going anywhere soon.
In the next chaotic moment, her breasts were encircled by the smaller leather straps, squeezing them tightly and ballooning them. Another pained cry escaped around the thick ball as the clamps bit down on her sensitive nipples. At almost the same moment, Liz’s legs snapped together, and a final strap brought her ankles toward her wrists.
“MMMPH!” Liz screamed into the gag as she landed on the floor on her stomach, dazed and confused as she wiggled and tugged at the bindings. Her back was arched and her hands were touching her feet, the hogtie she found herself in very strict indeed. Worse, powerful vibrations had started below, making her squirm even more. Then there was the pain in her nipples from the clamps and tight wraps of leather.
The spell was maddening!
Liz desperately tried to focus her mind on a spell to dispel the magic that had wrapped her up so neatly, but a sudden powerful humming between her legs obliterated that thought in an instant. She bit at the ball and moaned, feeling the residual magic in the room fading around her, though the magic upon her remained strong.
A few minutes of helpless struggles did nothing to lessen the tightness of the bindings, though she did work up quite a sweat, to say nothing of the growing heat inside her. With the relentless buzzing of the intruders between her legs, Liz was quickly nearing a powerful orgasm.
How long would this spell last? She’d put a lot of energy into it to make sure it wouldn’t fail on the front, but the power she’d felt when it had finally gone off had been higher than she had thought it would have been. Was that the power of invoking a demon’s name? What kind of demon was Arrnor?!
“MMMMMPH!” she moaned into the gag again, her brain fizzling, eyes crossing beneath the blindfold as she came. The heavy scent of leather mixed with that of her juices as she shuddered and shook, drool falling to the floor from the gag. The dildos were relentless, and within moments another orgasm made her quiver in the tight bonds.
“It’s not stopping! Why isn’t it stopping?!” Liz let out a heated moan as she felt another orgasm coming already. Was there a certain number the spell wanted, or was she at it’s mercy until the power finally faded? Then that thought too was gone as she came a third time, feeling the hot juices flowing between her tightly strapped legs, starting to pool beneath her.
The last thought she clearly remembered was her vehement hopes that nobody would find her like this, especially not Sassy! But by then, the next orgasm in line was already forming, and Liz could only writhe against the strict ensorcelled bondage that held her in its grasp, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.
Surprise! A second upload this weekend! This is a quick little story that came to mind earlier in the week, and I ran with the concept. So, who is this Liz person?
Well, Liz is a character in my upcoming Superheroine story, a relatively young mage who becomes involved in the events of the main story and becomes one of the core heroines in the setting, eventually taking the name Black Cat (because she’s magic, and has black hair and fur on her ears and tail). Though she appears to be in her late teens, she is actually around 40 thanks to the age-defying properties of magic and the Sanctum of Hecate she resides in with her sister mages. She’s an 80s girl, just stepping back out into the modern world after years in isolation learning her art.
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