The witch magically strips her and ties her up

The woman raised a hand lazily, and with a flick of her wrist, Christina’s armor unlatched and started to drop to the floor. The leathers shriveled up as they hit the floor, making her armor useless. The heroine stood there, naked except for her boots, covering her breasts and sex. “Hey! What are you doing?” she gasped aloud, both mortified and enraged. The witch smiled and said “Tsk tsk, this modesty of yours won’t do.” She muttered to herself and raised her hands above her, before bring them down to her chest, crossed. A second past before she shot her hands forward as a small bang rang through the air.

Ropes shot out from her fingertips, ethereal tendrils that glowed an unnatural purple. Christina tried to dodge them but the entrapment circle was like being in a tube and she had little place to go. Two tendrils wrapped around her wrists and firmly pulled them behind her back. Her arms were **** to go straight so that all she could do was grab her elbows as the ropes lashed her wrists and forearms together. The rest of the ropes wrapped around her naked body, an intricate but beautiful web of ropes. The witch smiled as the roped tightened and squeezed the redhead’s fair skin, proud of her elaborate shibari. The rope wrapped around her chest, pushing her breasts up and firmly holding them in place. More wrapped around her thighs and pulled up, digging into the side of her crotch. Her thighs were bound together tightly but her ankles were left free, giving Christina false hope that maybe she could hobble away.

“What magic is that?” Christina asked as she uselessly struggled in her new, tight bondages. The witch just giggled as she approached the girl. She traced a long nail across Christina’s skin, tracing her nipple before gliding the nail upwards, leaning her chin up slightly. This sent a shiver down the warrior spine as she felt her pussy grow damp. Am I being turned on by this? she thought to herself. Christina has never been with a woman before and thought she was secure in her sexuality, but the woman’s small touch immediately made her question it. She shook her head as if physically shaking out those thoughts as she remembered that she should be glaring at her captor.

The witch paced around the girl, gently caressing Christina’s body. Groping her breasts, squeezing her rear, dragging her fingers across her thighs...gently rubbing her clit. Christina closed her eyes to resist the pleasure that was building but her body betrayed her as she let out a soft moan. The witch smiled and said “Oh, I see someone is excited. Did you venture in here just to become my plaything?” Christina shook her head in protest, pathetically muttering “Let me go now, mage. Or...ahhh...or you’ll pay.” That just elected more giggles from the sorceress.