Petra meets a witch

Petra was angry. No, that wasn't right. Petra was pissed off. It had been a week. A whole fucking week. A week of trudging along being led by Kelly of all people. A week of having strangers on the road gawk at her naked body. A week of these fucking ropes holding her arms behind her back. All of that sucked, but really, the actual worst part of this week had been the small knot in the rope. The knot that just so happened to be right between her legs. The knot that rubbed back and forth with every step.

She was sure it hadn't been there before, not that first day. Maybe she was wrong, but she was pretty sure she would have noticed it. She had some suspicion that the rope was punishing her. That thought didn't really make sense. It was just a fucking rope, right? Except it was magical. The others had all refused, but Tiffany was just as loyal as ever. Tiffany spent most of their downtime trying to free her from the rope, but if anything the rope just felt even more unbreakable now.

She'd asked Zahara to use her magic to break the curse, but Zahara insisted it wasn't cursed. At least not in a way she could tell. She did know of a witch who lived in the area that might be able to help. It was only a slight detour from their path to Gilhead and so that was their current destination. Petra didn't exactly want to visit a succubus brothel as a woman in permanent bondage after all.

They had been travelling on a main road so far, but today they had to break off and cross a forest. Why did the witch have to live in the middle of the forest? Petra sighed. If travelling with her bondage on a cobbled road was difficult, it was going to be so much worse in the forest. She looked over at Kelly and briefly considered ordering her to carry her. Except for two things. One, Kelly would probably sling her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, which would be uncomfortable and embarrassing. Two, Kelly had threatened to gag her if she gave her any more orders.

Petra was still wearing her magic necklace after all. She'd initially tried to use it to maintain leadership of the group, but she'd pushed a little too far. While the necklace did increase her success at persuasion, it also increased her own arousal. At a certain point she just became so horny she couldn't even think straight. She begged Kelly to eat her out. The necklace wasn't mind control, and Kelly probably would have resisted. Except that her addiction to Petra's cum had survived her transformation. Despite the knot between her legs, Kelly had managed to taste her again, and again, and again. By the time the barbarian was sated, Petra had experienced her first dozen orgasms as a woman.

Kelly, instead of being relieved to have satisfied her addiction, was pissed. The look she gave when making her threat was so clear, Petra hadn't dared even make a suggestion to her since then. In fact she spoke very little. While the others cared a whole lot less about being manipulated, they also didn't have hardy half-orc tongues and fingers. Tiffany was too much of a sub to complain, but Leanne let her know that the rope made it extremely difficult for lesser races to get her off. To avoid that problem altogether, she kept her sentences short and sweet.

Petra was snapped out of her reverie by Tiffany putting her hand on her elbow, "It's ok Mistress. I'll make sure you don't fall."

Petra smiled at her, "Thank you Tiffany."

Kelly snorted, "Mistress. Ha."

Petra glared at her, but Kelly had already moved on, off the road and into the forest. Petra and Tiffany followed, with the others behind them. It took them the better part of the day to reach the witch's cottage, but luckily they made it before it got dark. Petra wasn't really looking forward to spending the night in this place. To her surprise the witch was standing outside, as if waiting for them.

"Greetings bitches!" She said, sounding more like a drunk sorority girl than a wise witch, "Sup?"

Zahara stepped forward and bowed her head, "Greetings wise witch. We have come seeking your aid, we beseech..."

The witch waved her hand, "Ya ya. Blah blah. The cute bitch is trapped in a magic rope and you want me to free her? Cool."

Zahara looked at Petra with a confused expression, then back to the witch, "Uh...yes. That's right."

The witch ignored everyone else and strode up to Petra. She looked up and down at her very closely, then put her hand under Petra's chin and gently pushed up forcing Petra to look her in the eyes, "Yes...I'll do it. If you can pay my price..."

"Yes of course," Petra said, "We have a little money..."

She shook her head, "I don't want money," She gestured broadly around, "Do you see anywhere to spend money around here? No. The rest of you may set up camp outside the cottage. This one comes with me. Do not attempt to enter my cottage...it would go...poorly."

She hooked a finger into the ropes around Petra's waist and maneuvered her in front of her, then started walking Petra towards the cottage. Petra looked back at her companions but something told her to remain silent. The Petra pushed her into the cottage and shut the door behind her. She pulled a wand out of thin air and aimed it at the door. A bolt of light shot out and struck the door.

"There...now we won't be disturbed. Now then come have a seat...tell me everything how you found yourself in this situation." The witch walked right past her couch, her dining room table, to sit down on a very cozy looking bed. She patted beside her, "Come on. I don't bite. Well, unless you're into that. Seriously. Sit down."

Petra nodded and made her way over. She looked up at the witch and decided to tell the truth. Mostly. "I encountered a demon in a clothing store..."