It's Only Just Started!

Was the gag really necessary?

Adora had been led, still naked and blindfolded of course, to another large patch of grass. She assumed it was some kind of village square, but it wasn’t like she could see anything to determine this. All she knew was that there were a lot of people (way, way too many people) and a lot of grass. She focussed on the grass against her bare feet in a **** attempt to ignore the more pressing, rubbing sensation that was currently occurring between her legs because of the taut length of rope. She was feeling increasingly flushed, her face bright-red with sweat trickling down from her long disordered hair.

She usually kept her hair in a neat ponytail, but someone had teleported her out of it and subsequently burned it with all her clothes!!! Once she got the sword back that Princess was going to pay BIG TIME!

That, apparently, wasn’t going to happen anytime soon however. The crowd had led her to a tall wooden post, which they then proceeded to tie her to, pressing her wrists, back and butt up firmly against the post’s polished surface so her body was completely exposed outwards. Adora secretly hoped that this was all leading up to a big human sacrifice. That’d at least end her misery real quick, but no, they didn’t seem interested in anything like that…not yet anyway…

The satyr woman spoke again,

“Now that you are bound to the very heart of Thaymor, we will begin the musical celebrations…”

“Hey, that’s great!” Adora exclaimed anxiously, terrified that these celebrations would keep going and going, “so that means you’ll dress me in the pants of music now ri-mmmphh!!!” She was completely cut off as someone stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth. Before she could attempt spitting it out, another cloth was suddenly tied tightly around her head, holding the gag in place!

“For this part of the Ritual, you are mute, for you must hear only the Song of Bonding. It reminds us all of our duty to always listen to one another, to truly unite us as one. We will dance until the last dancer can dance no longer!”

“MMMMPHHH!!??!!??!!” Adora screamed into her gag. HOW LONG WOULD PEOPLE DANCE FOR???!!!

The Musicians began to play, blowing a sweet melody with their panpipes and horns while drummers began a soft but increasingly rhythmic beat. Adora couldn’t see anything, but she could tell that people had indeed, begun to dance around her. Were they circling her, like, holding hands and staring at her in a big circle? Or were they just dancing around the pole doing their own thing? SHE HATED NOT KNOWING!

She squirmed about in her bonds, trying desperately to loosen the rope around her wrists. Enough was enough! Festival or no Festival, Sword or no Sword, Bright Moon or no Bright Moon, she had had just about enough of all this Princess Magic nonsense! She’d get out of here, find a stupid robe or something, then sneak back into the Fright Zone like nothing had ever happened! This was all just a stupid mistake that she would never mention to anyone, ever. She just needed to stay calm…and not panic…there was no need to panic…there was no need to…

WHY WON’T THESE ROPES LOOSEN???!?!!?!

She struggled and squirmed and squeezed about, trying to **** her body from the post, but it was like the ropes had been glued to the wood, they wouldn’t budge! Worse than that though, the more she strained, the more the rope between her legs rubbed up at her crotch. Oh no…it’s not getting further in, is it? Either unintentionally or by design, the rope had now slotted itself very neatly in-between her butt-cheeks and her more concerning, her sex.

She didn’t want to admit it, especially not with all these people around, but it felt really, really good… Adora pulled at her bonds more, and the ropes rubbed against her sex more directly, as though she were being stroked there, petted…

It wasn’t just there either; the ropes around her body, her neck, arms and breasts all felt like she was being caressed, as though someone’s hands were holding her, warming her, protecting her…in the darkness of her blindfold, she could imagine someone, anyone…her…feeling and touching and loving her body.

She let out an involuntary moan through her gag. She couldn’t help it! And what were they expecting tying ropes up between her legs like this anyway?! The sensation only got worse with every breath, even the gentle motion of her breasts, now shaking up and down with the rhythm of the drums and horns, was enough to pull at the rope embedded deep in her sex.

The moan wasn’t involuntary anymore. She enjoyed the feeling of gasping and biting into the sodden gag, safe in the knowledge that no one could hear her beneath the noise of dancing feet and blowing panpipes. With her blindfold, she could imagine herself anywhere else, feeling oddly alone, despite being so publicly exhibited. There was just her, and the “person” caressing her soft skin, her long hair, her damp sex. Her body glistened with sweat. She writhed about in her bonds, loving the rope as it played with her breasts, her arms, her stomach, as though she were being kissed everywhere…kissed all over…kissed down there…

A rush of euphoria swept over her as she violently came, finally, totally giving herself up to her body’s pleasure, basking in the warm wet intensity that emanated up from her sex. She couldn’t help it, she wanted to feel like this forever! She melted into the sweet emotions, groaning and moaning as even now she continued to rub herself with the rope. She didn’t want to stop, she couldn’t stop, she…

Why was it suddenly so quiet?

Adora snapped alert, her lovely dreams and fantasies immediately dissipating at the horrible realisation that both the music and the dancing had stopped! What was going on?! Had they all quit dancing already? Had they all HEARD HER JUST NOW?!

She heard some whispered mutterings, before finally she heard the satyr woman speak again,

“Are you okay? We heard you making noises, and you were writhing about a lot as though in distress?”

Adora wanted to die! They’d literally all just seen and heard her playing with herself. Tears streamed down her face. The one time she was actually enjoying herself and they immediately put all the attention back on her?!

The gag was removed from her mouth, and the blindfold was taken off her face. For the first time, she saw that the (very, very) large crowd were all staring at her sweating, sodden body. All of those eyes…just looking at her, inspecting every inch…it was…it…

She shifted slightly, and felt a twinge from the rope against her crotch, making her jolt with pleasure again.

She should tell them she’d had enough. That she wasn’t feeling well and they’d just have to find another naked girl for the ceremony to tie up. She could get out of this, find some clothes, get back to the Fright Zone, away from all the staring eyes, away from the ropes…away from the ropes between her…the ropes…

“Nope! I’m fine!” she heard herself squeak, “couldn’t be better! You guys all carry on dancing!”