Idris the bondage slave 1-2

Idris stumbled as her legs nearly went weak. She had been following the sense of Roric's direction for hours, keeping the plug trapped inside vibrating the whole time. She had been at the edge of orgasm that whole time and had to stop frequently to try to get her fingers someplace where she could help. All she wanted to do right now was have an orgasm, but that couldn't happen unless….

The town ahead looked like any other small town from a fantasy game. It contained a dozen small buildings with thatch roofs that sagged in the middle as dozens of years old. Village people wandered about on various chores, from feeding chickens to mending fences, paying her little mind as she approached.

Her thighs felt wet from the constant seeping of her overstimulated body, the moisture all that could escape the belt. She staggered into the village wearing her simple dress and looked about as thoughts ran through her mind. If she could bring herself to suck one of these men, not only would she orgasm, but she would feel the presence of Roric for four hours without the torment of vibrating.

Her stomach twisted in knots at the thought of doing it, but she had to bring this suffering to an end. Just the fact that she was thinking about it meant the timer on her plug had reset. She either sucked a cock or endured another hour of relentless stimulation with no reward. She spent a few minutes sizing up the NPC men but didn't like the prospects. They were traditional fantasy villagers, and most of the men were scruffy, unwashed, and rather unpleasant. In her mind, it wasn't like it was a real man, but physically she would be unable to tell the difference. For all intents and purposes, it would be real. The flavor of both his cock and the resulting fluids would be the same as a player's.

“Why did you do this to me,” she groaned and absentmindedly rubbed her groin. “Couldn’t you have just kidnapped me and taken me with you?” She quickly regained her sense and walked on, trying her best not to show her distress. She needed somebody remotely normal to satiate her need; then, she could run after them.

“If this is all I have to choose from, I might just suffer instead,” she grumbled and entered a muddy plaza centered on an old well. She put a hand on the well to lean over, hoping to relieve the suffering. Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and she nearly rubbed at herself again out of need.

“Is something wrong?” a voice asked, causing her to jump with a start.

“What, no, I wasn't touching anything!” she insisted as she whipped around to look into the eyes of a dark-skinned human man. He had a long black braid of hair down his back and a strong look in his eyes as he watched her with confusion.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said and stepped back. “It just looked like you were about to collapse.”

“I was a little dizzy,” she lied and tried to cross her legs as the vibration and need started to make her crazy.

“Oh, well, by any chance, do you know the name of this village? I am trying to get to Dunwallow, and my map doesn't show a town here. So I am either lost, or my map is old,” he said.

“Sorry,” Idris groaned and twisted. “I have never been here before. I just wandered in a few minutes ago.”

“Alright,” he replied and noted her odd movements. “Are you sure you’re alright? Do you need to sit down?”

Idris nearly shouted at him that she was never going to sit down again. She had tried sitting on a stone fence only to find the belt pushed on her pussy and the vibrator within. It made the sensation a torment that she wasn't eager to relive. However, she didn't want to have to explain that to him, so she shook her head and said she would prefer to stand.

“I am a cleric of Thalos,” the man offered. “If you are injured I could probably heal it.”

“I am not injured,” she groaned and tried to think of a better way to describe her condition. “I am cursed.”

“A curse?” he said and rubbed at his stubbly chin. “I don't have remove curse yet, but is there any other way I can help?”

Idris grit her teeth as she struggled to speak. There was indeed a way he could help, but how would she ask him? This was the last thing she ever thought she would find herself doing, and the thought of it made her tremble. Men were not her thing, and putting one in her mouth wasn't an appealing proposition. Still, it was the only way to get the release she so desperately craved, and it would allow her to track Roric for hours.

“I….” she stammered and looked down, her pale cheeks red as a rose. “There is something you can do, but it's embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” he asked with a curious look.

Idris tried to tell herself that she could endure the vibrating, but deep down, she was mad with need. Roric was getting farther and farther away with every second of delay. She looked down and dragged a foot on the ground as she forced herself to accept the inevitable.

“Are you sure you won't laugh at me?” Idris asked to try and soothe the coming embarrassment.

“I can assure you I won't laugh at any condition you are under,” the man said innocently.

“Well,” Idris began and swallowed hard. “I was put to a test, and some devices are locked to my skin. There is only one way I can get relief from them, but It's hard to say.”

“Just come right out with it,” he suggested as she twisted in discomfort.

“I need to suck your dick,” she came out and said without looking up. Her cheeks were red with heat as she filled with shame, but he never responded, and silence began to make the situation even more awkward. She finally looked up to find him backing away, his hands up as if to ward her off.

“What are you doing?” she asked, unable to make sense of what was happening.

“Look, I was just looking for a town,” he said nervously. “I didn’t want, or I mean I wasn’t looking for….” he said, stumbling over his words.

Idris was stunned by what was happening as the man continued to move away. She had just fought her very nature and asked a complete stranger to let her pleasure him, and he was more embarrassed by it than she was?

“You have got to be kidding me!” she shouted. “Where are you going?”

“I have to find the town. Sorry, I can't stop to help,” he insisted and practically ran to get away from her.

“Oh, come on!” she shouted after him. “Are you seriously turning me down?” Her cries fell on deaf ears as the man hurried off, leaving her at the well. She stood there twitching as the vibrating went on, reminding her of the unfilled need.

“Isn't this every man's wet dream?” she asked to no one in particular. She looked around in desperation but only saw the NPC villagers walking by with dirt on their faces. “I am going to summon a zombie to suck,” she said to herself. “At least that won't run away from me!”

A few villagers looked up at her angry words, but none of them had anything to say. She turned in frustration and stumbled off, determined to find a man who wasn't afraid of girls.

“Stupid server is full of nerds who are afraid of forward women,” she mumbled under her breath. “I have a perfect body and big breasts. Isn't that what they want?”

She left the town and walked in a straight line, crossing the wilderness in search of her quarry. She had some choice words to share with Roric and Jaina, and she hoped the server didn't have a profanity filter. On the plus side, the anger actually helped her ignore the vibration a bit. She was too mad to be overcome by the need to orgasm, but that effect was quickly fading.

An hour later, the vibration stopped, and she fell to her knees in relief. She made a mental note of which direction she was facing and decided to walk on blindly. In a few hours, she would trigger the effect again and use it to adjust her course, or if she was lucky, use a man to help find it.

“Assuming he doesn’t run away in terror from a willing woman,” she moaned and wrapped her arms around her waist.

She wasn't on any road or trail, preferring to stick to a straight line to shorten the distance. This, of course, meant she wasn't safe, and any manner of danger could be lurking in the brush. Still, one thing Idris was good for was combat, and so long as she wasn't ambushed she would be fine.

The net took her completely by surprise as it swept up from beneath her and carried her into the air. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then thrashed in annoyance that her time schedule had been interrupted. She looked up to see a stout rope over a thick branch in the tree, suspending her a few feet from the ground. It was a simple hunter's snare but obviously enlarged to catch a full-sized human.

“Somebody get me down!” she shouted in rage and struggled to get the knife from her belt.

“Well, well,” came a mocking voice. “Look what we have here, boys, a damsel in distress.”

Idris struggled to turn in the net and locate the speaker. It was a tall man in leather skins holding a lumber axe. His two companions were an elf with a dagger and a half-orc carrying a bow. The group of three looked like they had been camping in the woods for a week. Their faces were hard, and they wore a patchwork of hides and metal.

“Are you bandits?” Idris asked as they smiled up at her.

“That's right, missy,” the human said and pointed at her. “And you're our prisoner.”

“I don't have time to be a prisoner,” Idris complained. “Let's just get to the part where you get me down and we discuss what you want.” She paused in that thought and recognized the golden opportunity here. She was caught by three men who would demand something from her. Surely she could barter a blow job for her freedom, and then she would have the orgasm and the direction sense. It was a win-win situation, and she quickly put on a helpless act, floundering in the net.

“Oh, please, don’t hurt me,” she begged. “I will do anything you want. Please, I will even suck your dicks.” The three men were speechless and exchanged funny looks before the speaker cleared his throat.

“A bit of your gold and some of your food is what we’re after,” he said.

Idris blinked in disbelief as yet another man turned her down. She had just offered to pleasure all three of them, and not one of them was interested. She then remembered that NPC bandits didn't rape or treat the genders any differently. As far as they were concerned, she was just a person caught in a net to be robbed of wealth, but her body was of no value.

“Listen,” she shouted as she tried to stare the men down. “You boys must have been out here all alone for a long time. Surely you have certain needs that have gone unmet. I am a woman and your prisoner. I can help you with those needs. Just cut me down and unlace your pants so I can show you.”

Again they looked confused as the half-orc leaned over to speak to his companions.

“Is she going to put the gold in our pants?”

“Friggan idiots!” Gedris shouted in frustration and reached a hand through the net. “Come and serve me!”

The ground rippled and bulged just before a gaunt hand burst out. A moment later it was followed by an arm and head as a zombie crawled out. Idris quickly cast a buff boosting the zombie's armor before ordering it to kill the men. As they died, she cut through the net with her knife, carefully falling the short distance to the ground.

By the time she was on her feet, the human was dead, but her zombie wasn't fairing well. A quick mend the dead spell remedied that, and a strength boost made him more effective in combat. Idris then leaned against the tree and watched as the elf was pummeled to death. Only the half-orc remained, and he was bruised and battered.

“Please, I give up. You can have all my gold,” he pleaded with Idris as the zombie closed in on him.

“I am not interested in your gold,” Idris shouted back. “What I want is in your pants!”

“Just take whatever you want,” he pleaded and stumbled, falling over a root. The zombie was nearly on him, mindlessly following its mistresses' orders. The poor man was in no condition to run, and his time was about to end.

“Stop!” Idris shouted, bringing her zombie to a halt. She walked over to the battered half-orc and glared at him intently. “I can have anything I want?”

“Yes,” he pleaded with a hand up. “Just don’t kill me.”

“Hmm,” Idris said with a wicked smile before reaching for his belt.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she tore the leather strap open and quickly pulled his hide pants away.

“Just shut up and pretend your not an NPC,” Idris grumbled as she finally found what she was looking for. Her hand wrapped around her prize, and her mouth went wide as she bent lower.

“No, please, don’t bite that off!” he shouted and closed his eyes as her mouth wrapped around him.

She tried not to notice the taste or the warm flesh pressed between her lips. He was so petrified with fear that he didn't respond to her touch, driving her to desperation. She pulled away, continuing to stroke his soft flesh as she offered him a deal. She would heal his wounds completely if he promised to enjoy what she was doing and get hard. He looked confused, but after walking him through the choice a second time, he seemed to understand.

“Good, now make sure you keep up your side of the bargain and concentrate a little harder,” Idris grumbled before casting a heal on him. The half-orcs wounds melted away, and he finally relaxed, his body starting to stiffen. She continued to stroke him until she had something to work with, then went back to sucking.

“Oh,” he groaned as her soft lips wrapped around him again.

Idris tried not to hear the sounds he made as she thought about what she was doing. Instantly the vibration began inside, stimulating her body and driving the need for his cock. He grew harder and harder until he reached an impressive length. Idris was able to stroke the bottom while still bobbing a few inches up and down the head.

“Yeah, like that,” he moaned. “Oh, good girl.”

She wanted to bite him for that good girl remark, but she needed him to stay hard. Her hand and mouth worked together to pleasure him, driving him ever closer to the finish. Inside, her body was alive with vibration and anticipation, pushing her to an edge but never over. Hours of endless stimulation had left her mad with desire and she was well on her way to finally having an orgasm. She didn't care who he was or how he came to be in her mouth. All she cared about was bringing him to climax.

“Oh, oh!” he cried as she sucked more firmly, using her tongue to tease the tip. She wasn’t interested in making him happy, only getting him done as quickly as possible so she could get on her way.

His legs went ridged as he let out a deep guttural moan. Idris felt his cock throb in her mouth and, a moment later, tasted the fruit of her reward. She nearly choked as he filled her mouth with his seed, but all concern about his cum faded away when she was hammered by an orgasm.

She swallowed by reflex as her body rocked in a thunderous orgasm, her pussy convulsing with delight. She reached between her legs with her free hand to rub, forgetting it was protected by metal. It didn't matter because the orgasm went on and on, seeming to get stronger with every swallow of cum. She went insane with need, stroking him for more, eager to swallow and increase the pleasure.

Eventually, he cried out, begging her to stop. In her orgasm-induced bliss, she hadn't realized that she had sucked him dry. She pulled away and fell back, her body still trembling from an experience like no other. The half-orc scurried back on his hands and then took off running, desperate to escape her.

“I just raped an NPC,” she muttered to herself as she laid an arm across her eyes. “And I wish I could do it again. Maybe if I animate one of the other two before he starts to decay?”

She lay there breathing for a moment with the taste of his cum fresh on her lips. She realized the vibration was gone, but the direction sense had remained. She waited until her body had recovered and stood up, dusting her dress off. A quick search of the bodies revealed some coins but nothing much else of value. She quickly set off with her zombie in tow, jogging after Roric. She had the sense of his direction for the next four hours, and she intended to put it to good use.

She couldn't believe what she had just done or how good it felt to cum. The orgasm had been sweeter somehow as if the teasing and denial had enhanced its strength. She tried to claim it was just her imagination, but the wetness between her thighs said otherwise. That had been such a mind-blowing experience that she would have eagerly sucked him again.

“Too bad the others were dead,” she said as she reached the shores of a shallow stream. She couldn't believe the thoughts playing through her mind or how excited she felt. Being forced to suck a cock tickled some deep fantasy and filled her with a sense of danger. She wondered if this was what Jaina had mentioned when she tried to describe the sensation of submitting.

The stream was barely ankle-deep, and she managed to get across without getting her boots too wet. The zombie splashed through, heedless of any desire to stay dry. The other side was a tangle of woods and brush that hampered her movements. She found the pace hard to maintain and resorted to having her zombie beat his way through the foliage in places. She thought about summoning a few more and using them to trample a path, but they were slow and she was in a hurry.

Two hours later and she felt like they had hardly moved an inch. The only thing of excitement to happen was when a giant bat attacked. The stupid thing got itself tangled in the low branches, and her zombie quickly took it down. She marveled at how some monsters and NPCs could be so stupid, yet others could be so complex that it was hard to distinguish them from players. A few minutes later, she saw sunlight through the trees and crawled out into an overgrown clearing.

“Finally!” she shouted and started across at a near run. She was eager to make up for lost time and follow the pull of the man who locked her in a chastity belt. But, halfway across the clearing, she was stopped when a flat beetle-like creature jumped up and roared with two massive pincers spread wide.

“Don’t have the time!” she shouted and drew her wand. She pointed it at the beast that was the size of a cow and uttered a single word. “Swarm!”

Bird-like black shadows sprayed from the wand streaking across the gap to collide with the predatory insect. It howled as every shadow took a small chunk of its life with it, passing through the beast with ease. It was Idris's only prized possession and was called a wand of crows. It allowed her to cast three distinct spells but could only be used a few times a day. She used one of its more deadly powers to defeat the thick shell of the insect, then buffed her zombie with enhanced strength before sending it in to pummel the beast. She then uttered another command turning the wand into more of a staff capped by a silver bird skull. She rushed in, swinging the weapon like a mace, scoring a few hits before the weakened creature finally collapsed. She hurried on her way, not bothering to give the body a second look.

She reached the far tree line an hour later and was relieved to find that the brush was much thinner. Many of the trees were oak or tall pines, and the forest floor was a carpet of ferns. She hurried along, heading deeper into the unknown, and wondered just how far she would have to chase them. She reasoned that they could travel faster than she could, but where were they going? Were they trying to reach the high-level cities outside the spawn ring? Maybe Roric was going to sell some of his girls to the wealthy players in the wilds and turn a hefty profit.

She pondered that thought until the sensation finally wore off, leaving her wandering blind. She did her best to hold to the direction she had last felt, refusing to trigger the vibration. Finally, when the sun raced across the sky and was replaced by stars, she decided to call it a night. She was in the middle of nowhere with nothing but her pack to use a pillow. It was far from the opulence that had been Rorics tent, and she allowed herself to remember that thought while avoiding what happened inside it. She remembered the little glass bottle and used a pinch of the dust, hoping that Gisley would come.

With her back propped up on her pack, she yawned and closed her eyes. It wasn't a moment later that she heard the twig snap and opened one eye to look around. Her zombie was motionless beside a tree, where she left him to stand guard. Whatever she had heard hadn't alarmed him yet, but that didn't mean the danger wasn't close.

A rustle of plants to her right confirmed she was not alone, and she reached for her wand.

“Whose there?” she called to the darkness before blinking to trigger her Kalemite eyes. The night changed to contrasting grays and blacks with a distinct white figure moving in the shadows. She fixated on the image as it crept closer, thinking it was hidden.

“I can see you, you know,” Idris said in annoyance.

“Oh, it can see its death coming,” a woman's voice answered. “Into the pot, it will go. Make my stew it will.”

“Great,” Idris groaned. “A mad person.”

“You think you are so brave,” the woman laughed as Idris got a better look at her. She was dressed in a ragged white gown with long, tangled black hair. Her face was gaunt, and her eyes were nearly black as she smiled with crooked teeth.

“A witch,” Idris laughed. “Go away before you annoy me.”

“Thinks it is safe,” the witch replied. “But it has no idea what death looks like. Surrounded by the grave it is, but I know the grave better than the dead.”

“I am so tired of NPCs,” Idris groaned. “You want to see which one of us knows the dead better?” She snapped her finger and brought the zombie’s gaze around. “Kill that,” she ordered.

It ran at the witch, who immediately fired a green bolt at the beast, taking a chunk from its hide. Idris was not amused, nor was she in the mood to play. What she wanted was to fall asleep and find her captors in the dream.

“Spirits of the dead, answer my call!” she commanded with her strange mace raised high. Mist gathered in the air, and in moments it solidified into five skeletons. She sent these into the fight as well, then began healing and buffing, preventing the witch from gaining any ground.

“How do you command the dead?” the witch screamed as she was overwhelmed.

“I am a priestess of the dead,” Idris shouted back. “And the only grave you will know is the one I am going to put you in!”

She closed her eyes, and her body went stiff as a spectral image of herself rushed out. The witch was stunned as the ghost version dived through the skeletons and swung a spectral image of her weapon. The ghostly weapon passed right through the witch, but she still reacted as if stabbed through the heart. The combination of wounds was too much, and the woman fell over, her body twitching.

Idris opened her eyes as her spirit returned, her skeletons collapsing back to mist a moment later. She checked the body to find nothing of interest, then, to be sure, used her bury the dead spell, causing the witch's corpse to sink beneath the earth. After that, she returned to her pack and settled in for some much-needed sleep. Tomorrow she would have to endure the vibration again and hope she found a man someplace in the wilds to give her some relief. Hopefully, he wouldn't run away this time or force her to beat him nearly senseless so she could pleasure him.

With a yawn, she drifted off to sleep, praying the fairy wouldn't be long and perhaps this was all just a dream.