ChaoticArmcandy

  My head was bowed, my breathing bored. Soft little noises tumbled helplessly past my lips. Strands of hair, sticky with sweat, clung to my forehead. My underwear squished between my clenching, rubbing thighs. The spellropes passing between the cleft of my lower lips squeezed and thrummed, their hot friction building, then diminishing, in a maddening rhythm that taunted me with release only to snatch it away again and again.

  How much time had passed since Alexi, with a parting smirk, had closed the door and left me tied here to squirm and soak and stew? I could hardly tell. My mind was washed with insistent heat, my thoughts slippery and hard to hold. I twitched and trembled, writhing and slipping in my seat, tossed aloft by crest after pulse of pleasure.

  When a knock finally sounded, I heard the wards on the door fizzle and drop, and I barely managed to lift my head and focus my gzed eyes on the newcomers as they entered.

  Jaques was first. She wore a pained expression, and when she saw me, she simply sighed and shook her head.

  I squirmed in embarrassment, feeling the devious sorcerous bonds hidden under my clothes tingle as they began to melt back into thin air, while the ones binding my limbs simply loosened.

  Monarda came next, cocking her head and setting her hands akimbo. “So, Kisma, is it?” Then she frowned as she took a closer look at me. “Damn, girl. Are you okay?”

  “Y-yes,” I mumbled, my face abze. I managed to stop my hips from thrusting mindlessly against the seat beneath me, and tried force my thoughts into some sembnce of coherency. How was I going to expin my current state? Should I call Alexi’s bluff? Would it gain me anything to reveal his little game? “I’m just—um…”

  Monarda sauntered over and looked down into my flushed, sweat-slicked face, her dark eyes lit with something like amusement, her eyebrows climbing higher and higher. “Just what, exactly?”

  I swallowed and looked down at the desk, unable to meet her gaze. It wasn’t like I had a reputation to lose. And having this kind of secret deal with Alexi was probably useful—it was actually a kind of complicity, something like favor. And as embarrassing as it was to admit I was this much of a slut, it was also undeniably…hot.

  “J-just really, um, turned on,” I choked, my cheeks bright red.

  “Well that’s obvious. And here I thought Alexi was lying through his teeth about you.” Monarda whistled low. “Look, she’s soaked the whole seat, and the back of her dress, holy shit.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and my thighs together. My clit was stiff and swollen and aching with heat.

  Jaques sighed. “She’s just like this, sometimes. Don’t worry, it’s normal for her.”

  I let out a soft whimper of utter humiliation and hung my head. My sex clenched, dribbling even more slick juices into my underwear.

  Monarda pced her hands palm down on either side of the desk in front of me and leaned forward, smirking down at me. “So. You like getting tied up, huh?”

  I groaned, scarlet-faced.

  “Well?” she prompted archly. “Speak up, Ellie.”

  “Y-yess,” I whispered down at the desk, squirming under the combined weight of their gazes.

  Monarda made a sound of amusement and gnced over her shoulder at Jaques. “Something tells me Alexi knew that.”

  “At least getting tied up stopped her from wandering around the Arcane Tower like a lost little mb, Maybe you should have taken a leaf from Alexi’s pybook, instead of enabling her like you did,” Jaques said, frowning sideways at her accomplice.

  “That wasn’t my fault,” Monarda snapped, gesturing irritably. “What was I supposed to do, leave her in the tunnels down there and take a chance on finding her body on the next full moon?”

  “The question of fault will have to wait,” Jaques said firmly, shooting me a look. “For how bad this situation is, we’re still very lucky it didn’t turn out a lot worse.”

  I winced.

  “As will the question of what you were even doing here at all, Ellie. For now, let’s focus on all getting out of here anonymously—and alive.” She dropped a bundle on the desk in front of me, and I betedly noticed they were both wearing pin, nondescript clothing in muted colors. “Start getting changed.”

  I tried unsteadily to rise on shaky legs and Monarda stepped forward to steady me.

  As her hand closed around the back of my neck, I failed to hold back a squeak, and she stifled a ugh.

  I narrowed my eyes at her resentfully. “So you work for her too?” I muttered, swaying in her grip. “Is there anyone here who doesn’t?”

  “Oh, hush,” Monarda said briskly, brushing the rest of the rapidly disintegrating sorcerous ropes off of me. “You lied to me, Ellie. I won’t forget that.” Her dark eyes were fierce, her lips curved slightly up at the corners. “And I haven’t yet decided how I’m going to take it out on you, so be a good girl, hold your hands over your head and don’t make it worse for yourself than it already is.”

  “W-wait,” I sputtered as she grabbed my wrist and yanked it up. “I can undress myself!”

  She ignored me, nodding at Jaques, who stepped in on my other side.

  Jaques pulled my other arm into the air. “Just do as you’re told, Ellie.”

  Mortified by how turned on I still was, I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to stop trembling and emitting soft little mewls as they quickly and forcefully stripped the dress up and off me.

  Jaques made a small noise of exasperation. “Ellie, can you cut that out?”

  I bit my lip, hard, trying to mute the noises that threatened to spill out as they tugged my shift up and over my head.

  “She’s such a little slut,” ughed Monarda.

  I shuddered in humiliation, my sex melting, as Jaques gripped both my wrists in one hand and Monarda skimmed my sopping panties down, the gusset clinging wetly to my sex for a moment before peeling away and hitting the floor with a spt.

  Monarda stuffed the incriminating garments into a canvas bag as Jaques began hurrying me into the new clothes—a simple enough blouse, sweater and skirt with stockings.

  “Wait,” I gnced between them, my eyes wide. “You didn’t bring new underwear?”

  “I didn’t think you’d need new underwear, Ellie.” Monarda was trying to suppress a grin and failing.

  I groaned in dismay. “Why did you take my old underwear, then?”

  “Too noisy to be walking around in,” Monarda smirked at me. “Also, the odor was…distinctive.”

  Cheeks bzing, I opened my mouth to demand my old underwear but she cut me off. “You’ll be fine. Now stop whining and put the rest of this on. We’re almost out of time. ”

  A few more items followed in quick succession—a pair of fake spectacles, a bookbag, a baggy coat, a bow for my hair.

  Stepping back, Jaques gave me a once-over and nodded to herself. “Good as she’ll get, I reckon.”

  Monarda tossed her the canvas bag. “So we’re ready?”

  I tensed as bells begin to peal in the distance.

  “I hope so. And right on time. You two leave first, and try to blend in with the students leaving css for lunch. I’ll wait a few minutes then leave and go get this outfit disposed of safely.”

  “Right.” Monarda linked arms with me and began leading me towards the door. “We’ll see you back under Stormcroft in no time. Good luck, Jaques.”

  “Same to both of you.”

  “Good, um, luck,” I stammered over my shoulder. “And thank you—I’m sorry about this!”

  “Hush, Ellie,” Monarda said under her breath as she slipped out the door, pulling me with her. “Keep your ears open and your head down.”

  I dropped my gaze to the floor, cheeks warming, and hurried to keep up with her long stride. I was hyper-conscious of my total ck of underwear.

  “Good girl.” There was a slight smile in her voice as she said it, and I couldn’t stop my reflexive shiver of gratitude.

  In response, she gave my arm a little squeeze and I made a soft, involuntary sound that only heated my face further.

  “Mm, aren’t you fun?” she chuckled. “Don’t answer that. All right, here we go. This way to the stairs.”

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