Such A Shame But Stop Moaning. Your Boring Me!

I don’t like that color on you one bit.

Too bad really. My bull thinks it’s amazing.

New stimulant

Awww baby your lil wee wee is a tuckered out! Aww no matter how hard I stroke it, it won’t get hard. Seems I’ve finally drained you…is what I would say, if we didn’t have a new…”stimulant” for you. Okay baby oh no we’re not changing your diapee just yet. Let’s adjust your gyno chair okay. Ahh there’s that lil hole, okay let’s start nice and close baby…open wiiiide. Aww baby’s shy, sorry baby, you’ll thank me later. Aww no crying I just had to get it in. Aww shh shh we’ll go niiiice and slow. Okay and let’s let it vibrate…oooh baby’s excited now!

"If you lick them spotlessly clean, I might consider giving you back your clothes."

The enchantress smiles down at the bound hero. He defiantly glares back.

Enchantress: Trapped and roped again, hero. I’m busy for now, but these ropes will keep you nice and ready for tonight when I’m feeling more… hungrier…

Hero: I will be long gone by then.

Enchantress: Confident today, are we? Well considering your dexterity and strength I am not surprised. But be warned… there are traps built into those ropes…

She chuckles as she leaves the dungeon.

The hero begins maneuvering his hands, putting to work one of his many techniques to undo bindings. But then he stops…

“What did the enchantress mean by traps? Maybe these ropes tighten the more one tries to loosen them?”

The hero considers his options.

“Perhaps I should try to undo these ropes as quickly as I can to try and escape before the ‘trap’ can activate… Or I can try to loosen them really slowly before I…try…anything…”

The hero tries to think through the sudden cloud in his mind… This only blurries his thoughts further. Is he panicking?

“I can… escape if I… I… I can’t… I can’t escape…”

Suddenly the hero can’t think of escape at all. All of his mental effort redirects from resistance to other thoughts…

He tries to remember his techniques… He can’t

He tries to picture escape in his mind… but only the image of him bound and tied up appears…

In body and in mind he is roped…

He struggles in reality, squirming and wriggling, and he struggles in his mind. In both he fails.

And his struggling arouses him… His helplessness is erotic…

Hero: N-no… anything but that…

As he squirms he grows more erect… As his wrists, elbows, feet and legs try to fight the ropes fruitlessly, the tension makes him feel so good… it could be some sort of spell, but he knows it most likely isn’t… It’s simply his forbidden fetish, ironically freed from the hero’s normally steel clad mind

Hero: Nooooooo

The hero cries out in fruitless resistance against the ropes around his body and in his own imagination as his cock grows harder and harder…

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Enchantress: My my… more effective than even I imagined <3

The enchantress smirks, looking at the utterly defeated hero that evening… His cock horribly erect and visible through his pants, hours of pointless, inarticulate resistance having made not even an inch of progress against his bindings…

Enchantress: I should have warned you further… The rope trap is activated by furious brain activity… You tripped the spell the moment you started thinking too hard… of course you won’t be thinking nearly as much for the next few days…

She places a palm against his face, making him face her. She pokes a finger against his forehead.

Enchantress: Now that you’re tied up not just out here, but in there as well.