A tale of fantasy bondage and femdom

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I. Hunting at Night

It was a colder night than usual. Not just the temperature, but also the environment. The moon was full, fog drifted slowly through the forest, and the wind seemed to howl gently through the tree branches. Movement was hard to detect because of the branches swaying. Clenching my sword, I gritted my teeth and slowly began to march forward. I knew I was getting close now.

Her tracks were obvious. It was clear that she tried to hide them but I had been doing this so long I could see right through it. I would occasionally bend down, inspect her boot tracks, and slowly raise my head up to scan the environment. Even though this was her home and the night belonged to her, my determination would allow me to locate her and slay her where she stood.

This time, as I looked down, I heard a noise. I quickly looked up. I didn't see anything, and though it was a soft noise, I knew it was close. Waiting for what seemed like minutes, I remained frozen in position and crouched down so no one could see me. Thinking the threat was over, I eventually moved on. That was perhaps my first and only mistake.

Deeper into the forest I moved. Slowly, quietly, observing. The tracks led me to the entrance of a small cave. It must have been here that she entered. I continued patiently with my sword drawn. Finally, I thought to myself. I have you cornered now, drow.

It was about that time I felt a burning sensation in my leg; a sting with the magnitude of a giant scorpion. I looked down and saw a barbed black arrow sticking out of the back of my left leg as I dropped to my left knee, clutching the area where I had been shot. Gritting my teeth, I tried to spin around, shield up with one hand and trying to pull out the arrow with another. As I looked out to the black landscape, it started to blur. With only a few seconds past, I began to feel dizzy. Poison! That bitch! I was losing consciousness. No! This can't be happening. I was so careful! Barely able to get the arrow out, I fell to my right side, with my head barely off the cavern floor. On the verge of consciousness, I saw a lady in black -- dressed in black, along with jet black skin -- walk up to me, but the vision was blurry. The last thing I remember was a small hand crossbow in her right hand, and her silver hair that reflected the moonlight. Everything went black.

SLAP! I heard a smacking sound, and my face for some reason stung. I was starting to come to. The next few seconds would be a shock for me. Suddenly, I remembered why I woke up; because I had been shot with a poisoned arrow that put me to sleep. I knew why my face had hurt; someone was slapping me into consciousness. I knew why I couldn't move my arms and legs; they were in some kind of restraining device. My heart skipped; I should have been dead as details began to come back to me. But I wasn't. I was here, and I was alive. I rotated my wrist, but it wouldn't give. The same with my ankles.

My vision slowly started to return; I was in a chamber of some sort. All I could see for now was the light of the torches dancing in the corner of my eyes. I must be been deep in the cave I was going to investigate before I was shot. Then it struck me: Dammit! She set up this ambush the entire time. No wonder she was so easy to track. She left her tracks for me to find intentionally. I am so stupid! Rage started to swell within me as I realized that this inferior female -- let alone a drow female -- had successfully tricked me.

SLAP! My head winced and I groaned slightly, feeling the slap of a black gloved hand strike me.

"Ah, you are awake. It took you long enough." The voice was that of a woman. It was a cold voice; cold, but beautiful.

My vision did fully return; the cave was dark except for the torch light. She was hard to see, but my eyes started to adjust to her. I had seen several drow men before, and slew many of them, but never a drow female. This was a first. I hated to admit it, but she was very beautiful.

Maybe it was her bright violet eyes, the way they stood out among the contrast of her black skin. Even her skin looked smooth, speaking of which. And her leather armor looked phenomenal; honestly, I don't' even know if it would count as armor because it didn't protect her very well. Bands of leather ran around her legs just above her knees, where her spiked thigh high boots ended. For having boots like that, she maneuvered very well in the forest. That was another reason I fell for the tracks. Around her belt hung a hand held crossbow -- the bane that shot me. On the other side of her waist was a finely crafted drow short sword. It was honestly a fine piece of work, and looked good hanging from her side.

But it didn't stop there. Her tight leather pants looked more like short and tight boy shorts, and even showed her ass cheeks, like a woman's g-string. In the front, two leather straps connected to her tight leather corset, looking very much like a leather garter. Her corset had silver images on the front shaped like spider webs. I was angry with myself for craving the feminine body of a simple drow. I simply passed it off as myself having not been laid in some time.

But her silver hair that hung down to her shoulders, I think it was that that made me stare noticeably enough to be thrown off of my game. She caught me looking at her, sizing her up. I swear she smiled before she struck me again with the back of her hand; SLAP!

I groaned in pain loudly; loud enough to get her attention and to let her know I was completely awake. "Enough, woman!" This was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Woman?" she said calmly, and smoothly. SLAP! This time was by far the hardest slap across my face of all. "You are lucky to be alive. I suggest you act like you value your life, because any moment could be your last."

I snarled like a savage, but said nothing back. She was right.

"So you hunt me, do you, warrior? You come to kill me in my sleep, is that it?" Her tone was one of domination, but also of severe annoyance -- I would call it anger.

I didn't say anything. SLAP! "Answer me when I ask you a question!" she bellowed.

Wincing in pain (but trying to shake it off), I told her, "You and your kind have been slowly moving Westward, into our territory. Who knows what evil plans you have to overthrow us!"

"Stupid human, just because I spared your life does not mean I spared your race with another intelligent human being."

I was insulted, but I didn't want to press my luck. I saw her hand drop to her sword, most likely thinking about whether she made a mistake by keeping me alive. I struggled.

She smiled at me. "Keep struggling, warrior. You will see it does you no good, other than to give me satisfaction of your defeat." She scoffed as if I was a mere peasant. It made my blood boil but would do no good for now, so I tried to look around and take in my surroundings. If I was going to make my escape, I had to know each and every one of the smallest details that surrounded me.

As I started to look around the environment more, I realized that I apparently was on some type of black wooden X, which immobilized my four limbs. In fact, the X was designed with silver spider webs, making the entire device appear that I was stuck in a large giant web. That had a severe mental effect on me; I was truly unnerved by this design. I truly was stuck in this black widow's web.

My weapons and armor were no where to be seen. But I also realized my leg wasn't hurting as much as it should have been. Looking down, I saw that the drow woman had bound the arrow wound, dressing my leg through my camouflaged pants.

"You...you bandaged my leg? Why?" I asked her, confused as to why she would do such a thing.

At first she looked away, not answering. A moment or two later, she smiled wickedly. "Because, my dear warrior, I want you to have a fresh start before I torture you." My heart skipped a beat. I should have known this was coming.

"You have either two choices. Either one, I kill you. I might take satisfaction from it, but you end up losing. I can live with that -- again, that is why it is a choice that I am giving you." She sounded so confident, so cocky. I was losing the edge rapidly; being tied up and restrained didn't help any.

I gulped; I think she heard it because she snickered. "Your second choice may be much more to your liking. Well...not a lot more, but at least you walk out of the cavern alive." My ears perked up as she said this. "Oh, no, no, no, warrior. You will not be the same man, I can assure you that. This is where the torture comes in." Any possible signs of hope I had on my face were completely dashed.

"No, warrior. I torture you -- physically, mentally, and..." her face twisted into an evil smile, "..and even sexually, but if you survive then I will let you go." She laughed a very feminine laugh, which surprised me as she was a drow. "This way, I let you walk out of here and warn others to stay out of my territory, lest the same fate should happen to them. Especially once they see how beaten down and whipped you have become! So you see, I also win from this situation. Now, pray tell, warrior. What is your choice?"

I stammered. She was serious about this, and I was in big trouble. A female dominating and torturing me? Are you kidding? And a DROW female, nonetheless? Maybe I SHOULD take option one! It seriously crossed my mind for a moment. Then again, maybe it couldn't be this bad.

"Drow, how long will you torture me? A few hours? A day? Tell me, woman."

"Oh, you still don't get it, do you my warrior? You stay here until you obey me, until you submit to me. Until I break you to my will. Until you bow to me. And then, whenever I see fit and believe you have suffered enough, then I will let you go. And, again," SLAP! "Don't you EVER call me that again, nor take that tone with me! If nothing else, for your sake. Should I not kill you, best case means that you are far from leaving my lair." Her violet eyes flared like fire. For the first time, I really thought she was going to kill me. I held my breath, trying to regain myself. This wasn't going to be easy.

I stammered out weakly, but quickly, "I...I...I will take the second option..."

II. Testing Limits

The drow lady smiled, knowing full well that power had completely shifted to her. Even had I not been tied up, her argumentative skills were very, very good. I was expecting the worst, but she simply walked out of the room, spiked boots clicking all the way. Even minutes after she left I could hear her foot steps echo throughout the chambers. This is your chance, I told myself. Looking around, I sought a way to escape. Pulling with all my might, I tried to free my wrists. It was no use. I did the same with my ankles, but they were restrained to well. The cuffs she used on me were buckled tightly and securely. I was stuck on this spider-webbed contraption. But I wouldn't give up.

Little did I knew she counted on me struggling, wearing myself out. Her plan was to transfer me from one prisoner device to another, and needed me worn out. I couldn't believe I was outsmarted by a female. Actually, this was twice! Absolutely unbelievable.

As I limply hung in my bonds several hours later, she came back. Though I was growing fearful of her, the drow lady's body and demeanor was so calming. It was a conflict that raged in my mind. She folded her arms, looking at me with a smile on her face. "My, my, warrior. Your muscles do look good. Nice and flexed, nice and sweaty." With each word spoken she moved up, pressing her body against mine, looking at my chest and running her dark fingernails down it to my cock. I moaned with displeasure at first, but my moan slipped to pleasure. She knew this, too. Looking me in my eyes, I looked back; it was a mistake.

I thought I saw something in her eyes. I knew she was wicked and evil, but the attraction...it was if something "sparked" between us. Or, at least for me as we made eye contact. I tried to look away, but was a full second too late. So unlike me. I also didn't notice that, as she slid her hands over my cock, she reached behind and squeezed my balls hard.

"AAaaahh!" I shouted out in pain. She laughed, truly enjoying this. Now weakened from being restrained for so long as well as in pain from her squeezing me, she quickly undid my cuffs. Come on, fight back! It's now or never! If anyone can retaliate, it's you! I kept telling myself. I was in so much pain and greatly fatigued, I couldn't lift a finger.

She dragged me around the corner of the room into an adjoining cavern that I had been unable to see. She quickly threw me on top of another device; my stomach landed on black padding and my arms and legs sprawled out. Still in pain, she took the moment to quickly take my arms and stretch them forward and down, onto another padded device (lower than the one my stomach lay on), on apparent arm rests. Black cuffs already in place, she took my wrists and fastened each one into the cuffs, buckling them tightly.

My ankles were quickly put into similar cuffs at the base of this medieval device. Even though my strength was coming back, my arms were already secured tightly so it was just a matter of time until she fastened my ankles tightly into the leather cuffs.

Here I was, tied down and bent over with my ass sticking in the air. I was completely exposed to this drow lady, and there was nothing I could do about it. My ass even felt a slight breeze over it as if there was a slight wind in the caverns. I felt like I was going to go insane.

She stepped back to admire me and softly moaned. "This is going to be fun, warrior. Of all the slaves I have ever taken, you are the first human one. You should be honored." Her words were wicked and evil, but managed to be playful at the same time. A cold-type of playful, though.

I saw her slowly starting to move behind me as she pulled down my pants. What is she doing?! I thought desperately. My cock was already stiff, and she noticed it. I was even more embarrassed than before.

"My, my, I am impressed, warrior. So this is the cock that I have to work over and abuse? I will be looking forward to that."

I clenched my teeth. I knew there was no possible situation that I could ever experience that could be worse than this one! For the first time, she touched me. Her cold hand upon my bare ass made me buck. I sensed that she took a great delight in that. Her touch slowly started to turn to a slight rub, and then she took her fingernails and ran it across my ass and up my back side.

The feeling was actually pleasurable, but I didn't enjoy it because I knew that things were about to get worse. The lady drow stepped in front of me within viewing distance once again. This time, she was holding something. It looked like a cruel torture device of some sort; what it was, I was not sure. Long black straps encompassed it; a thick black looking flexible rod was the centered between the straps. All of the blood suddenly flushed from my face as I realized what it might have been. She saw this.

"Aww, my poor warrior. You realize what this is? Have you ever seen one before?"

I didn't answer at first, but not wanting any more punishment I shook my head no. "This is what us drow females call a strap on. Watch carefully."

She lowered the device as if it was a pair of underwear to her and stepped into it. She pulled it up, cinching tightly the leather bands across her waist. The long black rod hung limply in front of her, as if she really had a cock. "This is what we use on drow males that displease us, warrior. We are a matriarchal society; a society where women rule. A concept I am sure you cannot even begin to understand. Let me give you a taste of drow culture; open up, baby."

Grabbing the back of my head and tilting it back roughly, she shoved the fake black cock into my mouth. I almost gagged. "First time sucking cock? I can tell by the way you gag. But, dear warrior, it will not be the last." She really seemed to be enjoying this. She giggled the entire time, staring at me as I sucked her off. I tried to turn my head, pull free from my restraints -- anything -- but it was useless. Her giggles soon turned to moans; I don't know if she meant for me to know, but I could tell this was really turning her on. I even saw her throw her head back, as her silvery hair brushed to the side. I couldn't believe what this perverted, kinky drow was making me do. I was so humiliated -- I didn't know how I could live after this.

Lifting my chin up, she looked into my eyes. With all the pleasure and ecstasy coursing through her body, she actually looked very attractive. I almost thought she smiled, but wasn't sure. Gently grabbing the back of my neck, she gently coaxed me, lightly running her fingers through my short hair behind my head. Finally under control of my gag reflexes, it because easier to do. I didn't enjoy doing it, but I could do it without choking.

"That's it baby, take all of me. We'll make a slave out of you yet, warrior," she cooed. It was about that time I actually started to get into bobbing up and down on her; I was horrified at myself for doing so. It took me a good ten seconds to realize I was falling into her trap. Maybe it was because I was tired from hanging in the cuffs earlier, or maybe it was because of her drow feminine charms -- it must have been a spell, I was convinced.

Coming back to my senses, I began to struggle again, but ended up choking. She laughed much to her delight.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she quit. "Mmm, you can be trained well, I see, warrior. Let's see now how a true warrior is able to deal with being manhandled by a woman. A drow woman, as you like to call me!" Moving in behind me, she put one hand on my ass and one on her fake cock. Oh shit! I thought.

"It's time, warrior. Let's see if you can take it like a man, tough guy." She slowly slid her strap on inside of my ass. I screamed. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she told me, slapping my ass hard. As if that really helped. It entered me slowly, and all I could think about was being grateful it had my spit on it for lubrication. I had never been so embarrassed and humiliated. I tugged at my restraints like a wounded bear caught in a bear trap, fighting for its life. I pulled mercilessly, but to no avail. Soon, I felt it all the way inside me and two hands on my ass. She started rocking me back and forth, moaning the entire time. It was absolutely killing me; the feel of being violated. Is this really what it felt like every time I did it to a woman? I heard her every breath behind me, as she was truly enjoying this. It wasn't just like she was teaching me a lesson, but I could tell she was getting so horny and turned on doing this to me.

"Please...please!" I could barely get out as I turned my head to try to look at her. "Please, have mercy!"

"No mercy, bitch!" she said as she slapped my ass as she continued to ride me. "Your pleading eyes simply turn me on, human. Looking at me like that, with your pitiful sad look, will only make me more wet and give me more of a desire to pound you harder and faster."

"No...no! You mustn't...you.." I struggled for words as I also struggled for my breath; my entire body was being thrusted and shoved back and forth; my ass was being fucked and there was nothing I could do about it.

She slowed down and changed the direction of which she was thrusting. Suddenly I screamed; it was not a scream of pure pain, but also mixed with pleasure. A sensation had over come me that I had never felt before, not even during sex. I must have yelped like a dog, because she replied with a giggle, "Oh, my, warrior! I did not know humans could make that sound; I thought only animals!"

The pleasure soon became overwhelming, especially now that my ass had adapted to being fucked. Of course I was raw from it, and it still hurt, but the pleasure overrode most of it. My face was red from embarrassment. "Blushing, boy? That is good, I enjoy that," was all she said about it.
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