Chapter 4: Peril on Demand

“Ooof!”

Divine strength faded. My body turned leaden and I face planted into a muddy pond. I got on my knees, body slowly adjusting to its weakened state.

“Ow ow…”

Songbirds chirped. A scent of wet trees and grass permeated the cool morning air. Moss coated trees scaled into staggering heights. I cleaned up, and looked around. A stone monolith stood at the crossroads.

One way lie the Faeless Woods, in another the Portsburg, and in third the Middletown. I followed the road to Middletown, ignoring the warning label some helpful adventurer had added beneath it.

Quite soon, I remembered what it’s like being a naked mortal in the woods.

Lazy lifetimes on Earth and in my sanctum had made me forget there was such a thing as temperature, and wind. And oh boy, was it windy when the forest opened up. It sucked the heat straight out my core. My dark nipples stood frigid against my arm as I hugged myself for warmth. I began to quiver, relishing every ray of the rising spring sun, begging it to climb faster.

“Ugh! Should’ve packed clothes. It would have been so much sexier when they strip—AAAH!”

I tripped. Rope snapped taut around my ankle. Before my face could embrace mud, I was two meters high, still screaming. The tree I hung from rustled. Tripwires snapped, and more ropes slapped across my naked body like whips, wrapping me in a haphazard bondage. 

When it stopped, my legs were bound together. One of my wrists was against my back, and the other tied to my horn. I hung upside down, tilted at an awkward forty five degree angle, back bent in a decidedly unerotic manner. There was slightly too much pressure on my ribs for comfort. Loose bristles of rope tickled my left nipple in the most infuriating manner imaginable. A single strand was wedged between my teeth. The knot portion of the would-be gag pressed against my butt. Even the crotch-rope, which I’d seen sprung up on previous adventuresses, was wedged between my smooth labia and thigh! And— 

Ptangggg!

Oh, so the aphrodisiac dart did trigger. It missed my butt by an inch, and flew from the owl-hole before me straight to the tree behind me.

Furious, I glared at the fluffy red-feathered dart, as I slowly rotated. “Phtraitor! Thiff ifn’t how ift fuppofed to fo!”

I sucked in some drool, groaning.

The trap was supposed to lay rope onto my sensitive zones, binding me tightly in artistic shibari. I was supposed to be hit by aphrodisiac, which prevented orgasm, while heightening sensitivity, to make the crotch-rope a nightmare of pleasurable denial. I was SUPPOSED to be enjoying in ultimate erotic peril right now, to be relishing a virginal sip of my lifelong yearning.

Cool breeze washed over me. I sneezed.

“Bhrrr… Hrrr… Pheafe finf me faft...”

Sun climbed up, and began to slide down. No one came to capture tme.

My nipple had gotten itchy I could have murdered a medium sized village to have it scratched. I felt a bit light-headed from all the blood in my head. Fingers in my right hand didn’t feel right at all. Drool was continuously dribbling past my rope-gag, and onto my face. Yuck.

Of greater concern were the deepening shadows of the woods, and was that a howl? It sounded close, almost as if... I rotated, and stared at a dark-grey wolf the size of a horse.

No way. Was I going to die?

No. I was an immortal demi-goddess. I wouldn’t die. I would be forced to do menial paperwork for a decade.

Adrenaline surged. I began struggling in earnest. Grunting, I struggled as panic began to envelop me. My limbs were stiff from the cold.

“Woof!” The monstrously oversized wolf (henceforth called direwolf) approached gingerly.

“Pfoo, pfoo! Baf foggy!”

It circled beneath me, eyeing me hungrily, like I was a strung up piece of meat. Its maw opened with sharp teeth and a drooling tongue. This was not my fetish!

I squirmed my left wrist free, and fumbled for the rope to climb. My grip kept slipping off. I was too weak.

The direwolf craned its neck towards mine, jaws open.

“Heeewp! Fomepofy heeewp!”

Teeth brushed against my neck.

A whistle.

The direwolf withdrew. Its fur stood up and it leapt backwards, growling at the long-eared shadow between two trees.

“Lookie here. Think you owe me one,” said a smoky female voice.

A deeper, gruffier, yet all the same feminine voice replied. “Gods’ butts. A drae lass? Wasn’t just the woods whispering this time.”

“This time?” the first voice scoffed. “When have I heard wrong? Hm?”

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“Last Tuesday.“

“Hey! That was during a storm, and an elemental storm at that.”

“Ye, an’ you should’ve admitted you couldn’t hear shit then.”

“Teh…”

“Woof!”

“Ye, ye, you wanna wrestle for who gets the meal?” The gruffy voiced woman stepped into the dwindling sunlight.

She had braided red hair, eyes like a frozen tundra. She was a human, over two meters tall with a frame of amazonian might. Blue tattoos ran over her abs and muscled limbs. Her enormous breasts were bound with leather, and on her wide hips rested the pelt of a white-furred direwolf, which put the one beneath me to shame.

She clapped her hands together. Tattoos flared over her body, and her fingers transformed into long claws.

The woman growled. “What’s it gonna be, puppy?”

I tightened my thighs, swallowing.

The direwolf beneath me meeped, turned tail, and fled into the woods.

“Ye, that’s what I thought.” The big woman dispelled her magic.

“Fifaffyh,” I breathed in relief.

“How’s she still talking?” The elf took the hood off of a lantern, and bathed me in light. I shied from the sudden brightness, squinting. They came to inspect me.

“Your trap’s a bust,” the elf said.

“Ye... Squirrel must’ve nibbled the alarm rope or somesuch.”

“Sguiffeh! Huu beffeh take fafe, I—”

“Shut it for a bit...” Big fingers gagged me. I whimpered, gagging on the taste of mud, grime, and sweat. They plucked the rope wedged into my mouth, pulled on it painfully hard and moved it under my chin.

“Ye were saying?”

“Phuah… Ahh.” I glared at the two, while the bright lantern light still forced me to squint. “A squirrel nibbled on the alarm? I could’ve died! Why by the gods would you set such traps in the middle of the road in the woods, and not check them?”

A day of neglect and misery was starting to sour into anger. I seethed.

“And these ropes? What in the Abyss? If you can’t tie things properly, just set up nets or something. And why did I hang in range of wolves in the first place? Are you an idio—”

 She shoved her huge thumb on my tongue, and locked my jaw in place.

“Listen here drae. We ain’t hunters.”

“Guahh?” I feigned surprise.

She came close to my face. Those arctic cruel eyes bored into mine like spears, pinning my words into my throat. Her voice purred, resonating deep in my womb.

“We catch dumb butts like ye. Don’t care what ye were yesterday. Tomorrow onwards yer gonna be trained into a slave. For ye specifically, that means learning how to lick cunts and suck cocks, until that’s all ye can think about.” She grinned wickedly. “Capiche?”

I bit her finger.

She withdrew, cursing.

I had masturbated to this exact moment eighty or so times before picking her, and knew how to pick the route of most ravishing. Defiance invariably led to harsher punishments, stricter bondage, and more humiliating training.

However, the sleep dart in my shoulder still came as a total surprie. 

“Ouch? Whah?” Really odd. Uppity attitude always led to the slave being fucked right there and then. What givezz...

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