Hero: Phew! That ogre took all day to wrangle, huh?
Apprentice: No kidding! Well, we better tie this sucker up.
*Opens up the bag and withdraws red rope*
Hero: Wait, Bell. Don’t use the red rope. Open up my specially crafted enchantress-proof locked case and use the rope you find in there. The red rope is only for grappling hooking, setting camp tents, basically anything other than tying people up.
Apprentice: …Okay, you have to explain that a little bit.
Hero: That red rope has a curse on it that prevents it from being used to tie living animals up. I keep it that way because…well…
Apprentice: Yeah, I know. Fine.
*The Next Day, the hero and the apprentice are in an inn*
Hero: Morning, Bell. I’m gonna go spend some of my half of that ogre bounty at the magical bazaar. You wanna come?
Apprentice: No, thanks. I have a headache from all that after-quest partying. I’ll just stay in the room for the rest of the morning.
Hero: Alright. I’ll drop in and see how you’re doing in the afternoon, then.
*On his way to the bazaar the hero notices a lady being mugged. He runs over to the cloaked mugger and delivers a kick that sends it flying several feet back*
Hero: Wait… that didn’t feel like a person…
*The cloaked “mugger” dissolves into magical goop. The hero turns around at the woman he “saved.”
Enchantress: Thank you so much, hero!
*Before the hero could react she incapacitates him with a spell.*
**Later, the hero awakens naked, lying on a bed in a dark room**
Enchantress: *Holding a red rope* Rise and shine, hero.
Enchantress: Relax, hero. I won’t hurt you. I just want to play a game.
Hero: Just what sort of game?
*The enchantress swung the red rope around, letting it dangle and swing*
Enchantress: I’m going to wrap this rope around you…
Enchantress: Correct. It’s the same sort of cursed rope you’ve been carrying around, just to infuriate me. It can’t be used to bind human beings.
*The enchantress carries the rope to a vase. The hero tries to stand up and flee but the enchantress holds him down with a spell and a snap of her fingers*
Enchantress: You’ll have your chance to leave in a minute. First…
*The hero watches as the enchantress sinks the entire rope in the vase. When she takes it out it is moist, dripping with some sort of fluid*
Enchantress: You’ll see, dear hero.
*She walks over to the magically detained hero with a mischievous grin. She spends the next wrapping the ropes around the hero’s body. Wrapped around his thighs from his knees to his pelvis, brushing his sensitive groin. Wrapped around his chest and armpit, and loosely wrapped around his wrists. No knots.
The hero feels the smooth oil around the rope and can even smell its perfume…*
Enchantress: *Holding onto one end of the rope* Are you ready? If you win, you’re home free.
Enchantress: In a minute I will begin to pull my end of the rope. Because of the nature of the rope and the hormonal oil it’s coated in it will slowly slide off your body, smooth and painlessly.
Enchantress: If you can endure the entire ordeal without cumming, I’ll set you free.
Hero: Without cumming- Wait What?
Enchantress: Ready? Here I go!
*And she pulls, agonizingly slow.
The oil coated rope slides smoothly off the hero’s body, wrapping around it like a snake around trees.
The hero grits his teeth as he feels it slide along his body. His ticklish armpits. His sensitive sides. And along his groin… It’s body like a long, slippery snake…
The enchantress grins smug as she stops pulling the rope. Then she pulls it again, slowly. Then she speeds up only to stop again.
The hero grunts and struggles, trying his hardest to block the feeling of the rope sliding slowly, then fast, so erratic and unpredictable, along his body. His thighs instinctively clench around the rope, which only worsens the erotic torture.
The snake-like rope uncoils around his left wrist, then his right. It slides agonizingly along his body, down his armpits. He’s halfway down, but struggling hard.*
Enchantress: Hold it in, hero! Oh babe, you’re almost free!
*And in an act of sexual cruelty she slows down. The hero finds himself losing his mind, tightening his thighs around the rope despite knowing he’s making it worse for himself*
Enchantress: Please what, hero? Pull faster?
Enchantress: If you insist…
*The enchantress obliges and the hero realizes his mistake. The smooth rope glides across his tight thighs and groin and the hero begins humping the bed uncontrollably. *
Enchantress: Oh no, hero! You’re so close! Don’t you want to leave?
Hero: *Tearfully gritting his teeth* Yy…Yyyes…
Enchantress: Poor hero… your body and mind aren’t agreeing with each other…
*The enchantress slows down pulling the rope as the hero speeds up his humping faster and faster, until he’s doing all of the work himself. She gives one last pull of her rope. It quickly slides off the hero’s body, giving his erogenous zones one last quick, effective lick.
The hero gasps and cums loudly for a solid half minute. The enchantress smiles as she watches the pathetic hero hump the bed so messily.*
Enchantress: *Chuckles* Oh dear.
Enchantress: Yes. You gave this bed quite a big one.
*The enchantress sits down beside her tearful hero, comfortingly patting him.*
Enchantress: You know… technically you won that contest. You came after the rope slid off of you. If you wish, you may leave.
*The enchantress smirks and gives the hero a quick peck to the cheek, before taking the rope up to the vase and dipping it again.
This time she wraps half of the rope around only the hero’s waist and thighs, but the other half around her own thighs. She presses hers up against his.*
Enchantress: This time, we both get roped… okay?
*And with that she pulled. And the two squirmed and groaned, enjoying the rope and oils together…*
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