I won’t walk myself to my

“I won’t walk myself to my ****.” You feel the inquisitor rolling something around your neck from behind as you answer, “And even if I want to, I’m not sure my legs can carry…” You can’t finish your sentence; you catch your breath to try to speak again, but you can’t say a word.

“This magic collar will prevent you to scream when the dragon will spit his fire,” explains the inquisitor behind your back, “it is also the mark for the dragon to identify his prey, and he will now find you anywhere, so it is no use to try to escape during the procession.”

You try to take it off with your hands, but you can’t have a grip on it. It feels like satin, but it is skin tight as if the borders have fused with your skin.

“Stop playing with the collar” said the inquisitor, “You won’t take it off, only dragon magic can affect it once sealed. Now come to the pole, I’ll fix you on it so you won’t fall of the platform during the procession.”

Not wanting to deal with the guards, you climb on the platform and press your back on the pole. The inquisitor removes your cape promising you to put it back, on you and the pole, once securely bind.

So you are left on your underwear as she begins to tie your wrist together behind the pole.

When they are firmly secured she binds your ankles together but as the inquisitor left you to search in a chest, you notice that the loop between your ankles and the pole is quite loose. The inquisitor comes back with a devilish smile and many more meters of rope. You wonder what the use of such a length is, when your actual binds already prevent you to fall. “I told you that I’ll have my fun anyway. So, since you refuse to walk with dignity to the dragon, you will be carried to him in a lustful state.” The feeling disgust you but already bind to the pole you have no way to resist. She starts binding you in a more perverse way this time. The first loop of rope crossing between your legs you are **** on your tip-toes as the fine undergarment made a poor protection for your pussy. The next loops and hold tight your tummy before tighten around your hardening breasts. “Quite a piece of art.” Says the inquisitor as the step back to contemplate her work, “The villagers don’t deserve it; let’s hide it under the cape”. She closes the heavy red cloak around you, opens the door and calls for monks to carry the platform on which you are bind.

The door leave a narrow space to go throw with the platform and every movement reminds you of the cords between your legs that excites your pussy. The collar prevents you to make any moaning sounds but the peasants notices that your face don’t show the fear they expected to see. Seeming pleased by the result the inquisitor orders the monks to carry you to the hill. You are so focus on the ropes teasing you that you barely notice the insults that were being hurled during the procession.

During the journey the beautiful morning sky fills itself with black clouds at the point of being nearly dark when you reach the top of the hill. There, the platform is lain down on the floor and the monks retreat from you. The inquisitor comes to you, slightly opens the cape and congratulates you for being so wet for the dragon. Then she closes the cloak and the hood. As she finishes she blinks of an eye and adds “Enjoy the show Elisabeth”.

The inquisitor turns to the villagers and makes them retreat under the nearest trees. She begins to chant in an unknown language and the thunderstorm break out. Then appears the dragon, he is twelve meters long and have dark grey scale. He circles two times around you before disappear behind your back. Your bindings preventing you from turning your head you can only see the villagers in front of you step back and the radiant smile of the inquisitor as a terrible blast of fire surround you from behind. Under the effect of heat the stones around you begin to melt but you can’t see more as the dragon catches you in flight with the pole, knocking you **** under the impact.