Rilliana and Trisha

3: The Red Witch

Trisha skimmed through the letter she had received once more and shook her head, just as she had done ten times before.

“Are you finally going to tell me why we have to drive to your sister's house because of a letter from her?” asked Rilliana as she looked out of the carriage window and admired the natural scenery. Trisha sighed.

“As luck would have it, she has her birthday on the same day as you, and I suspect she was quite disappointed that I chose to celebrate yours instead of being with her. We’re now doing damage control and going to see her, but I’ll have to pay for it one way or another. She’s very vindictive,” Trisha replied.

“And your sister is…?”

“As I mentioned, her name is Celine, and she's Father's biological daughter. We used to get along well, but… our relationship became… more difficult. It didn't help that I borrowed her house and you bled all over her bed,” Trisha muttered. Rilliana grimaced as she thought of the bone that had pierced her body. She shook her head to forget it and cleared her throat.

“I hope she didn't hold it against me,” Rilliana muttered, but Trisha shook her head and waved it off.

“So we're only going to your sister's because you're afraid of her?” Rilliana asked. Trisha shook her head again, this time more vigorously.

“I'm not afraid of her!” Trisha said angrily, and Rilliana chuckled.

“Sure… Well, then nothing stands in the way of you two getting along.”

Trisha's lips began to tremble and she looked out the window.

“I wish it were that easy.”

“What happened between you two? What did she do that was so bad?”

“Nothing.”

Rilliana looked at her in confusion.

“But…”

“…But that's the problem,” Trisha muttered as they drove into the villa's clearing and the carriage stopped in front of the large main house.

 

“Young ladies, we're here,” Jeffrey said, jumping out of the carriage to open the door for them.

“Thank you, Jeffrey. If you don’t hear from us, could you tell Father that we are prisoners of my dear sister and need help?”

“The young lady is very fond of joking. Miss Celine told me expressly that she is very much looking forward to the meeting.”

Trisha looked at Jeffrey as if he were pulling her leg.

“And that's exactly what scares me,” Trisha whispered so quietly that only Rilliana heard her.

“Perhaps I should wait here with the luggage for a moment so you can have a quiet word with your sister?” asked Rilliana as the coachman drove to the barn and then disappeared into his little house. Trisha hesitated.

But she didn't see any danger for Rilliana if she just stood a few steps behind her. She nodded in agreement, walked to the door, and knocked. She looked back nervously at Rilliana, who raised her thumbs to wish her good luck. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened and the shifter looked into the eyes of her red-haired sister Celine.

“Trisha! You're finally here. It's so nice to see you again at such a wonderful time,” Celine exclaimed, hugging Trisha, who returned the embrace, somewhat taken aback.

“Hey Celine… happy birthday… …belated… sorry I couldn't make it.”

“Oh, don't worry about it. Come in, I made cake and put the kettle on,” said Celine, releasing the hug.

“By the way, this is…” said Trisha, turning around and pausing. Rilliana had disappeared and only their luggage was standing in the driveway.

“I'll bring your luggage upstairs right away, don't worry about it and come in before the tea gets cold,” said Celine, waving her hand. A moment later, the suitcases and bags sprouted little feet and stumbled past them and up the stairs. Celine turned back to the hallway. A sly grin played on her lips.

“Celine, where's Rilliana?” Trisha asked, suppressing her panic. Celine just turned her head toward her and smiled innocently.

“All in good time, sis. First, let's reminisce a little.”

 

Rilliana blinked in disbelief and looked around the prison cell she had ended up in. A trapdoor had opened right under her feet, dropping her onto a soft mattress. In the corner was a cot with a pillow and blanket, and on the bars of her cell was a cup of cold water.

“Hello? Can someone help me out of here?” she asked hopefully through the bars. No one answered her.

“I see… That's why Trisha was afraid.”

She rolled her eyes and sat down on the cot.

“Well, at least I can rest a little from the trip,” she muttered and closed her eyes.

 

Trisha had followed her sister into the dining room and stared at her open-mouthed as Celine calmly sat down at the table and sweetened her tea.

“Where's my friend?” Trisha asked again. Celine sipped her tea and looked up at her.

“Sit down,” she ordered calmly, setting down her cup. Trisha swallowed and sat down across from her.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here?”

“To celebrate your birthday?” Trisha asked.

“Well, yes, but not really. I'm worried about you because of your dispute with Faluden.”

“I have everything under control. Faluden thinks I'm dead and hasn't bothered us since our last encounter,” Trisha said, crossing her arms. Celine clenched her fist and rested her chin on it.

“So, let me get this straight: you think he believes you and your little girlfriend are dead. After your elf friend dragged you through town on a leash on all fours less than a week later?”

Trisha's jaw dropped.

“The words you can't think of right now are: ‘How do you know that?’ Do you think I'd let my little sister wander around Leon's Keep unsupervised when she's chasing after one of the most powerful men in said city? And no, according to my sources, he doesn't know, not yet. But come on, Trisha… I thought Father raised you to be more discreet.”

“What do you want me to say?” Trisha finally asked when she had composed herself.

“I just want you to be careful… and maybe not play these games with your girlfriend in the open street. There are much more suitable places for that. Why else do you think you got that training room?”

“Your idea?”

“Definitely not Dad's. He thinks only arrows or something can shoot out of the holes.”

Trisha pursed her lips but nodded.

“Thanks… and we'll be more discreet in the future,” Trisha murmured. She raised the cup to her lips but immediately put it down again.

“Is there something on your mind?” Celine asked sympathetically, reaching across the table to place her hand on Trisha's.

“The demon…?” Trisha asked, but her voice failed her and her body began to tremble as old memories resurfaced.

Celine took a deep breath. She looked away and leaned back in her chair. When she looked back at Trisha, the shifter could see that the question hurt her at least as much.

“Dead… for… several years now.”

Trisha nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. However, when she saw that Celine now looked even more sad, she opened her mouth, but her sister raised her hand.

“You don't have to apologize or offer your condolences. You are more important to me, I realize that now.”

Trisha looked at Celine with wide eyes and smiled slightly.

“Thank you, Celine… that means a lot to me…” said Trisha, picking up the cup of tea. She took a sip and Celine jumped up in alarm.

“Oh shit! Don't drink that now, after we've had such a breakthrough!”

“What?” Trisha asked in surprise and began to blink as her eyelids suddenly became very heavy.

“Oh, I wanted to play a prank on you and mess with you two a little,” Celine said, embarrassed, scratching the back of her head.

“Well, um, I guess I need to make sure we both strengthen our trust and that you don't cause any more trouble in town.”

“But… that won't be necessary…” Trisha muttered, trying to get up. She stumbled right into Celine's arms and looked past her breasts, up into her big sister's face.

“The tea? Again?“ Trisha asked as her eyes closed and she fell peacefully asleep in Celine's arms. She sat Trisha back down on the chair and groaned in annoyance.

“Of course Trisha had to drink the tea. And of course we couldn't have had this conversation later… Well, then I'll try to at least give you a good, decent vacation,” Celine said, more to herself than to the snoring Trisha.

“At least this time it will be more than twice as fun as before.”

 

Trisha was lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling when she woke up.

“If you want to play, Celine, just ask!” she shouted loudly, her voice echoing throughout the dungeon. She stood up unsteadily and looked through the bars.

Behind them sat her sister, who was now grinning at her amusedly. Past her, Trisha could see Rilliana sitting on a cot, looking over at them curiously.

“Well, before our conversation, I thought it would be much more fun. I can't predict that you'll bring up such a topic and then pour tea down your throat as if it were sugar water. But anyway… Would you like to start right away, or should I give you lovebirds some more time to relax?”

“Start right…” Rilliana wanted to say, but was interrupted when Trisha said, “A little break might not be a bad idea. After that, we'll be all yours.”

Trisha knew her sister's games from before and knew that she and Rilliana would need all their strength for this. Trisha crossed her arms, while Rilliana looked a little disappointed. Celine, however, grinned from ear to ear.

“I like your friend. She gets straight to the point,” said Celine, raising her hand and pointing her thumb at the elf behind her, “but fine, you'll get your break, but not for free.”

She stood up and walked to a chest outside the two friends' field of vision. Celine took a pile of clothes out of it and placed it in Trisha's cell. Then she opened Rilliana's cell and pushed the elf into Trisha's.

“Get changed and put your clothes outside the cell. I'll be right back and we'll get started. Oh, and if you're thinking of picking the lock, don't bother,” said Celine kindly and left her dungeon via a stone staircase. Rilliana waited until Celine's footsteps had faded away and a door had slammed shut.

“So, shall we pick the lock?” she asked, grinning and trembling with anticipation.

“I wouldn't… Last time I did that, I got electrocuted, and after I woke up, I spent the rest of the day chained to a wall down here. Fun times,” she muttered and began to undress.

“Really?” Rilliana asked, pausing. “But your sister seems nice.”

“That was a different time…” Trisha said simply, handing Rilliana one of the garments provided.

“Do you want to…” Rilliana began, but Trisha shook her head.

“Then, um… What is this stuff?” Rilliana asked, feeling the fabric before unfolding a black full-body suit. The fabric was smooth and flowed over her skin as if it were made of silk. However, the suit seemed much too small for her already very slim body.

“It's a little side project of my sister's. She likes to design clothes or armor, and occasionally she makes… something more extravagant. Come on, get changed so we can have a little time to ourselves. The coming week… is going to be interesting,” she flinched as she threw her pants and shirt on the floor, “by the gods, I already have goosebumps.”

Trisha opened a small zipper at the back of the suit and climbed inside. To Rilliana, it almost looked as if Trisha was being swallowed up by the suit, which clung to her body like a second skin. Only her head, her hands, and her tail, which peeked out of a small hole in the suit, were not covered by the fabric. Rilliana's mouth watered when she saw her friend.

“Come on, hurry up!,” Trisha said, clapping her hands twice. Rilliana didn't need to be told twice, threw her own clothes on the floor, and unzipped her suit. She was in such a hurry to get into the suit that she hopped around on one leg and almost fell over until Trisha caught her. It slid effortlessly up Rilliana's smooth legs and stretched over her body. Trisha zipped up the suit at her back and she tugged at her black costume. But it fit her perfectly. It didn't pinch her or restrict her movement.

“This is incredible. It's like the clothes are hugging me!” she said, caressing her body.

“Save that for later and come here already,” said Trisha, who had laid down on the bed and patted the empty spot next to her. Rilliana slowly walked over to her friend and stroked her hip.

“Well, do you like what you see?” she asked. Trisha stifled a laugh as she remembered the first words she had said to Rilliana.

“You bet, so come now, before…”

The door to the dungeon slammed open and footsteps hurried down the stairs. The sound of high-heeled boots echoed off the walls.

“You know, I got bored quickly after I changed, so let's get started. Hopefully you've made good use of the time. I think I'll separate you for a while now.”

Trisha looked at Rilliana and shook her head.

“…Celine is coming…”

Celine stood with her legs apart in front of the cell door. Her boots made her a good half a head taller, and her body was covered in a shiny, skin-tight costume. It was made of a material Rilliana had never seen before and gave Celine a stunning figure. The corset she wore over it gave her body a forbidden hourglass figure. A whip was attached to her hip, not unlike the one Trisha used. Her long scarlet hair was tamed in a strict braid that hung over her shoulder. Trisha stood up, knelt in front of her, and motioned for Rilliana to do the same.

“Get dressed!” Celine ordered, throwing a pile of metal at their feet. Trisha immediately set to work, putting on handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and a collar connected by chains. They were long enough that she could stand upright, but running away or reaching for anything above her chest was now impossible.

“Come on, elf, or do you need a little extra motivation?” said Celine, uncoiling her whip. Rilliana's face turned pale and she hesitantly put on the restraints.

“Seems to me you haven't trained her properly, sis,” said Celine, opening the cell door to let Rilliana out.

“We are equals, Mistress…” Trisha replied without looking up.

“I see. Well, elf, I do things a little differently than Trisha, but I think you'll like it. Say goodbye, Trisha.”

“Goodbye, Trisha,” Rilliana repeated, her voice trembling with excitement. Celine attached another chain to Rilliana's collar and led her along the dungeon through a door into a dark room.

“Take five steps forward, elf, I'll turn on the light right away.”

Even without light, Rilliana could make out what was in the room, and she was amazed when she saw a throne towering above her and a carpet that gently caressed her feet. Celine closed the door when the magic torches were lit and breathed a sigh of relief. Rilliana frowned. That sounded a little unusual to her for the role Celine was currently playing. She walked past Rilliana and sat down on her throne. She pointed to a nearby footstool and motioned for Rilliana to sit down. The necklace tied her to her throne and crossed her legs. She began to smile. Not the malicious grin from before, but a sincere, warm one that didn't fit the current situation.

“How is your chest?” Celine asked.

“My… my chest?” Rilliana asked, confused, looking down at her black garment. She wondered if she should feel something more than just the velvety rubbing of the suit against her body.

“Your injury from a few weeks ago. The bone was quite deep. Does it still hurt?” Celine asked with concern, pointing to Rilliana’s upper body.

“Oh… that… No, I don't have any problems there. The wound healed amazingly quickly,” Rilliana said truthfully.

“Good,” Celine said, nodding, “you were lucky I came home early and was able to heal you.”

Rilliana blinked at the woman until it dawned on her.

“You… you can do magic? And you healed me?” asked Rilliana, and Celine nodded. “Oh… I… I didn't know. Thank you. Thank you so much!”

“Hey, you're welcome. And of course I can do magic. Can't you?” asked Celine with a laugh. “I actually thought I would get to know you better back then, but…”

Rilliana lowered her gaze in shame. But Celine knelt down beside her and lifted her chin so that the elf had to look her in the eyes.

“But that's why we're here now. So! What are you and my dear sister up to in the big city? Tell me everything,” Celine demanded kindly, as if she wanted to hear the latest gossip from Leon's Keep.

 

Celine listened intently to Rilliana's stories, her chin resting on her hand.

“Not bad, Rilliana. I didn't think you two would stick with the equality thing. Admittedly, you usually had the short end of the stick, but that she voluntarily tied herself to you? She really wanted to make you happy.”

“And she did…” Rilliana murmured and smiled. Celine smiled back.

“How are things between you two? Trisha seemed afraid to come here.”

Celine leaned back. For the first time, she looked depressed, as if she were remembering something unpleasant from her past.

“I… trusted the wrong people a few years ago, and Trisha… She was hurt by my gullibility. But I think that's a story for another time, we've talked long enough. Let's get started, don't you think?” she said, clapping her hands and standing up.

“But before we start, I have a few small rules that I ask you to follow. First: if I do something that is too much for you, say your safety word.”

“My what?” Rilliana asked, frowning. Celine didn't look enthusiastic.

“Are you telling me… you did all this without any safety precautions?” Celine asked, and Rilliana could have sworn that steam was coming out of her ears. She closed her eyes and touched her forehead, but seemed to force herself to remain calm and continued with suppressed anger.

“Always have a word or a gesture, something that lets the other person know there's a problem. Trisha's is sunflower, for example. Please think of one too, before I come back, while I get Trisha ready.”

The elf nodded eagerly, and Celine continued, ”Secondly, I want you to address me as ‘Mistress’ while we're playing, and kneel when I don't give you another command.”

Rilliana immediately dropped to her knees and looked up expectantly. Celine had to look away and hid her grin behind her hand.

“Seems… seems like Trisha might have taught you a few things after all.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Rilliana, grinning herself. Celine stroked her head and walked past her.

“And the third rule is: have fun! If you don't like something, just say so and we'll see if we can change it. Now wait here for a moment. I'll be right back after I take care of my dear sister.”

Rilliana felt a chill run down her spine when she heard that, but she said nothing and stayed where she was. The door closed behind Celine, and Rilliana could hear nothing but her own breathing.

 

Trisha heard a door open and close again, and immediately jumped out of bed to kneel before Celine. She sensed something bad was coming when she heard her sister unfasten her whip and crack it. Trisha swallowed. Celine stood in front of the cell and looked down at her sister.

“Trisha, sweetie. Can you guess why I'm mad at you right now?” she asked in a seething voice.

“No, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress,” Trisha replied quickly, sinking into the floor in fear.

“I'll give you a little hint: it has to do with my favorite flower.”

“Your favorite…” Trisha turned pale.

“The safe word.”

“And we have a winner. Get up!” Celine demanded, opening the cage. “Get all the ropes and chains out of the chest and put them on the cot.”

Trisha hurriedly got up and ran as fast as her bound limbs would allow to the chest to fetch the things her sister had requested. When they were piled up in front of her, Celine untied Trisha's bonds, but immediately took her hands and tied them behind her back.

“I hope you're still flexible enough for this,” Celine said, using another rope to tie Trisha's elbows together until they touched. Trisha groaned but said nothing. Next, she threw a rope over a crossbeam on the ceiling. She tied one end of the rope to Trisha's hands and pulled on the other until the shifter had to stand on tiptoe to compensate for the pull on her hands.

“Don't worry, it'll get even better. The only question is… oh come on, when else would I use these ropes?” Celine asked herself, taking two black ropes from the pile and tying them around Trisha's ankles.

“I treated these ropes similarly to your suits. They stretch well, but always pull back to their original length,“ Celine said with a wicked smile. Trisha said nothing and tried to concentrate on her balance.

“I'll be right back, try not to… tip over,” Celine said and disappeared from the dungeon.

Trisha counted the seconds until her sister returned, this time with a rug under her arm. She unrolled it on the floor and pulled it under Trisha's feet.

“Do you know what this is, Trisha?”

“No, Mistress.”

“This is one of my latest creations. A carpet that can imitate any surface I give it. I'll demonstrate it to you. I hope you've warmed up sufficiently.”

She loosened the rope that was pulling Trisha's arms uncomfortably upward to give her a little more room to move. Trisha breathed a sigh of relief, and Celine suppressed a laugh as she set about attaching the black ropes to Trisha's left and right sides, pulling her legs apart. Finally, Celine channeled some of her magic into the carpet, stepped back, and leaned against the bars. She watched Trisha's back.

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Trisha?”

“The carpet is getting cold.”

“That was the plan, sis. It cools down until…”

“By the gods!” Trisha cried as she felt her feet being pulled apart by the ropes and sliding across the cold carpet as if it were made of ice. Trisha tried hard to keep her legs together so that the pull on her arms wouldn't be too strong.

“Celine, is that ICE?” Trisha asked in panic, trying to hook her foot claws into the carpet, but she slid uselessly across it.

“You got it again, Trisha, you're on a roll today,” Celine said cheerfully, clapping her hands, “and for calling me by my name, I'll have to come up with another punishment for you tomorrow.”

Trisha groaned as she tried to keep her balance and not think about the cold on her feet.

“I'll go get your little friend and get her ready for the night. I hope you'll have had enough time to think about your misdeeds by then.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you for the punishment, Mistress,” Trisha said hastily, biting her lower lip. She would never admit it, but she enjoyed the challenge.

Rilliana listened as the door to the throne room opened and knelt down next to the throne.

“So, Rilliana, Trisha is taken care of for now, and I hope you've come up with a nice safe word. Otherwise, you can watch what I'm about to do to you by looking at Trisha.”

“Yes, Mistress, I have, it's ‘day thief’.”

“Mmmm. That should do the trick. Then let's go to Trisha, shall we? And remember: if it gets too much for you, say ‘day thief’ and we'll stop immediately. Ready?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Rilliana, trembling with excitement, and followed Celine's lead.

 

When Celine opened the door to the dungeon, Rilliana could already hear her friend's strained moans from afar and her eyes widened when she saw the dilemma the shifter was in.

“Mistress, isn't that hurting her?” Rilliana asked worriedly.

“Not as long as she stays still,” Celine explained, just as Trisha slipped and briefly lost her balance, “but in moments like this, maybe it does. Is it working, Trisha?”

Trisha glanced briefly at them and nodded briefly before cursing as she slipped again.

“See, Rilliana? Trisha has everything under control and can always use her safety word. RIGHT?”

“Yes, Mistress!“ Trisha replied promptly.

“So there's no need to worry. She's been through worse. Let's get to you now.”

She now removed Rilliana's shackles from her hands, feet, and neck and let the chains fall to the floor.

Celine sat down on the bed and patted the empty space next to her to bring Rilliana closer. Now both of them had a good view of Trisha, who was trying desperately to find her footing on the ice.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Celine asked, picking up a few of the ropes. “Her body, slowly weakening, fighting against the inevitable.”

Rilliana nodded after some hesitation and allowed Celine to take her legs. She quickly wrapped the rope around them and tied it tightly, never taking her eyes off Trisha. Rilliana wanted to ask if it wasn't dangerous for Trisha, but she saw in Celine's gaze that she was watching her sister closely, ready to intervene at any moment.

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Rilliana?”

“Could I have a crotch rope, please?”

Celine snorted when she saw the pleading eyes of the elf.

“Of course, that's a must, isn't it? But first, I just had a thought.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

She continued to bind Rilliana, weaving a torso harness that lifted her small breasts advantageously. Finally, she bound Rilliana's hands and elbows behind her back. Celine rubbed her hands and looked at Trisha, who was looking at her pleadingly.

“Do you think she's suffered enough?” Celine asked Rilliana.

“Yes, Mistress!” Rilliana said immediately, looking at her friend with pity.

“Yes, Mistress, I have! Shit!” Trisha said desperately as she lost her footing again and tried to climb back up.

“As you wish, then we'll continue tomorrow morning,” said Celine, and with a flick of her wrist, the ice on the magic carpet disappeared. She freed the relieved Trisha from her bonds, only to wrap her up in the same way as Rilliana shortly afterwards.

“Almost done,” Celine murmured, laying the elf on top of her sister. She used the ropes that already bound her charges to attach more ropes so that the two were stuck together. Finally, she made crotch ropes for both of them, which led to each other's bound hands. That way, they could have a little fun.

“Hmm, I suppose it could still get a little cold in here… a blanket? Well, it'll slip off, and then you'll be cold again,” Celine muttered, scratching her chin, “Ah, of course!”

She raised her hand, which began to glow briefly.

“And… now?” Rilliana asked curiously, earning her a horrified look from Trisha and a smirk from Celine.

“You're quite curious, elf.”

“Which one of us was just bombarded with questions… Mistress?” asked Rilliana.

“I see you've picked up some of Trisha's quick wit,” Celine murmured as a long, thick piece of fabric flew into her hand from above.

“No, I had that before her,” said Rilliana, and Trisha nodded.

“Looks like two kindred spirits have found each other,” said Celine, and began to tuck Trisha and Rilliana's legs into the conjured sleeping bag and pull their bodies up. The two friends were pressed even closer together, but they quickly became warm and cozy.

“There, that should keep you warm until tomorrow. Ladies, I hope you get some good rest, because tomorrow we're really going to get started, and Trisha, dear, remind me to punish you again.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said in unison, looking into each other's eyes and slowly losing themselves in them.

“Good night, you two,” Celine whispered softly, leaving the cell, locking it, and walking out of the dungeon.

“So? What do you say?” Trisha asked nervously.

“I think your sister is great, Trish… and I think she was just worried about you.”

“You may be right… Hey, Rilli?”

“Yes?”

“Those suits of hers are great, too, aren't they?” said Trisha, rubbing her body against Rilliana's. Rilliana's face immediately turned red.

“I don't think we'll be getting any sleep tonight, Trish,” replied Rilliana, playfully tugging at Trisha's crotch rope.

“I agree…”

“Not that I need to sleep, unlike you, hehehe.”

 

Celine closed the dungeon door behind her and leaned against it. Even though the day hadn't quite gone as she had hoped, she had made important progress and finally gotten to know the elf.

“They really seem to love each other… it's good that they've made up,” Celine murmured and walked through a door into her laboratory. Here she stored materials that she refined with her inventions and then transformed into useful armor or sexy clothing. Celine wanted to make the two of them happy and give them her latest creation as a gift. Suits that were as black as night, stretchy and light. Maybe it wasn't the most durable material, but with the right spells, she could more than make up for this weakness.

“All I need is …” Celine said and fell silent when she stood in front of an empty barrel, “empty… and the silk? All gone too… you're well prepared again, you old witch.”

Celine groaned in annoyance and was about to head into the forest when a thought occurred to her and she grinned broadly.

“Why do I have to get my hands dirty when I have two charming servants who can do it for me? Celine, you're a genius.”

 

Rilliana and Trisha woke up to the rhythmic sound of footsteps coming closer and closer.

“Well? How did my two slaves like their first night in my dungeon?” Celine asked, opening the dungeon door. With a swipe of her hand, her magic pulled the sleeping bag off them.

“Very good, it seems,” she whispered, hiding her smile behind her hand as she noticed the large, damp spot around Trisha and Rilliana's hips.

“Good morning, Mistress,” they both murmured, and Trisha yawned loudly.

“Oh, it seems someone needs a few more hours of sleep, but unfortunately, work is calling,” said Celine and began to free the two friends from their ropes.

“I wanted to work on some new suits last night. Then I realized that I hardly have any materials left to make them. So now you two will have to collect them.”

Trisha's face turned pale.

“Don't you have employees for that?” she said desperately, and Rilliana could feel her friend's pulse racing through the suits.

“Not really, Trisha dear. Jeffrey just drives the carriage. I usually do it myself, but since you're here…”

“What's so bad about getting a few things for Celine?” Rilliana asked her friend, but before Trisha could answer, Celine cut her off.

“You'll find out soon enough, Rilliana,” said Celine, pinching her cheek, “but rest assured, nothing bad will happen to you, and as a small reward, I'll forget about you and Trisha's mistake of not calling me Mistress. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun, and I think you could use the training.”

“Training?”

Trisha asked incredulously, staring at her sister in disbelief. Celine didn't seem amused by this outburst, but shortly afterwards she put on a sugary-sweet smile that sent a shiver down Rilliana's spine.

 

After Celine had freed her slaves and given them time to eat and freshen up, she led the two friends behind her house. Trisha looked unhappy about the short walk, but Rilliana wasn't sure if it was because of the task itself or because she had to do it gagged. Celine had put a ball gag in Trisha's mouth after the shifter had finished eating and magically sealed it shut. At least Trisha showed no signs of fear after seeing where her sister was leading her. Between the flowers and the tall grass, flat stones formed a circle surrounding a five-foot-wide pit. Rilliana leaned forward and looked down, but the bottom was not visible.

“Mistress? Do we have to go down there?

“Indeed, Rilliana. Some of my little pets live down there. I want you to… milk them? I think milking is the right word, and put the yield in here,” said Celine, kicking a tub large enough for the three women to bathe in.

“What kind of animals are they?”

“That's a little surprise for you. That's why Trisha is gagged. We don't want her to spoil all the fun. But as I said, you have nothing to fear. I bred them myself and they won't hurt you… at least not in any way that will cause you pain.”

Rilliana was just wondering how she could best get down into the pit when she heard Celine's last sentence and pricked up her ears: “Excuse me…” was all Rilliana could say before Celine pushed her. Gravity immediately took hold of her, and all her arm movements came too late. Rilliana screamed as she hurtled toward the ground and crossed her arms in front of her face. She closed her eyes and… she felt herself hit the ground, but it was cushioned as if she had landed on Trisha's soft mattress. Mud splattered in all directions and she scrambled to her feet.

“A little warning would have been nice!” she grumbled, calming her racing heart.

First, examine the surroundings, Rilliana thought. She found herself in a room measuring 20 by 30 paces, standing calf-deep in mud. She wiped the dirt from her face and scraped it off her suit with her hands. Just as she finished, Trisha fell next to her and splattered her again. Her blonde hair was covered in mud, and Rilliana pursed her lips.

“Thanks, Trish,” the elf muttered as Trisha scrambled to her feet and gave her the finger. The tub magically floated next to the two of them and sank into the mud until it touched the ground.

“I'll be right back. I think I have something that might help you, but you can get started. Have fun, girls,” Celine called down the pit and disappeared. Rilliana looked at Trisha.

“And now what?” asked the elf, still at a loss as to what to do. Trisha pointed alternately at the mud in front of her and at her eyes. Rilliana looked more closely at the mud and this time she saw movement in it. Hundreds of movements, to be precise.

“TRISH, WHAT IS THAT?” Rilliana asked in a panic, recoiling and stumbling over a bump in the ground. She fell backwards and felt her left hand sink into something warm and slimy. The elf's eyes widened when she saw what Celine's pets were. They were pink slimes. One of them had hidden behind her and was now trying to crawl up her arm. “Trishaaaaaa?” the elf cried in horror, trying to get up to free herself from the slime. However, her attacker proved to be persistent and stuck her to the floor. Trisha waded over to her, and Rilliana knew that if her friend weren't gagged, she would be laughing out loud. Trisha knelt down next to the slime and began to gently stroke it without piercing the thin membrane. It trembled briefly and let go of the floor. Rilliana felt its grip loosen and was able to brush it off. What remained was a colorless mass, which Trisha picked up with her hands and dropped into the tub. Rilliana stared at her with her mouth open.

“Mhm?” Trisha asked through her gag.

“That's absolutely disgusting…” said Rilliana, looking for other slimes. Trisha just shrugged and searched the floor herself until she found one of the monsters and threw the slime it secreted into the vat. Rilliana knelt down to one of the slimes and looked at it. It seemed to react to her and slowly crawled toward her. Disgusted, Rilliana quickly stood up and stomped back to the vat so that none of the slimes could approach her from behind.

“Trisha, I think I'll sit this round out. Is that okay?”

Her friend raised an eyebrow and pointed up to the entrance of the pit. The elf looked up and saw Celine throwing a bag down to them. The bag burst open, releasing red dust that spread throughout the pit.“I think I'll allow you to speak again, Trisha dear,” Celine called down the pit and snapped her fingers. There was a click, and immediately Trisha had removed the ball gag and thrown it into the vat.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Trisha called up, wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

“Oh, don't thank me too soon. I'd say you'll all have your hands full in a moment, and Rilliana? I don't think you can sit this one out.”

Rilliana was about to ask why when Trisha bumped into her and knocked her to the ground. The slime that had been slowly creeping toward Rilliana jumped and flew over them both by a hair's breadth.

“Let the games begin!” Celine called down from above, sipping from a glass that was undoubtedly filled with wine. Trisha picked her friend up off the floor and ducked under another slime.

“Now do you see why I didn't want to work for her?” Trisha asked, pulling her to a nearby wall. Rilliana was trembling. Her heart was racing. Her hand wandered to her chest and she clawed at her skin when she felt a sharp pain there. She had never felt anything like this in her life. Even the bone had felt more comfortable. She looked up at Trisha, who was just pushing a slime aside and kicking another one away.

“Ttttt… Trisha, is this the moooomoment when I'm supposed to use the saafff… safeword…?”Trisha frowned and was about to ask if she was serious, but then she saw Rilliana's face and put two and two together.

“Oh, sweetie…” Trisha murmured, smiling encouragingly and hugging Rilliana tightly, ”if this is too much for you, of course. Anytime. Celine won't be mad at you either. But… but you don't need to be afraid. Celine would never put us in danger.”

“How can you be so sure? What if they jump on our faces and we… suffocate?” asked Rilliana, hugging Trisha tighter. She smelled her friend, felt her closeness, and heard Trisha's calm heartbeat.
“Those are Celine's slimes. They're harmless. Even if they catch you, you can breathe through them, and their usual acid is nothing more than a tickle on the skin.”

Rilliana opened her eyes a crack. There were so many slimes surrounding them right now.The elf watched the slimes getting closer and closer and took a deep breath.

“I… understand… but how are we going to fill the tub now that they're so aggressive?”

“That's the neat part you don't,” came the reply from above, “I'll just wait until the slimes have had their fun with you, and then I'll wring you out over the tub.”

“Reassuring…” said Trisha and started to laugh. Rilliana also chuckled quietly. Celine had clenched her hand into a fist when she saw that Rilliana was having a panic attack. Fortunately, Trisha had done just the right thing to calm the elf down.

“Wow… not bad, Trisha. You've really gotten strong,” Celine murmured with a gentle smile. A warmth spread through her chest and her hand relaxed. She cleared her throat and called down, “I promised you this would be training for you, but it's no use if you just stand in the corner. Let's turn it into a little competition! The first one of you who can't move anymore has to go to the forest tomorrow!”

 

Trisha's eyes widened in shock. She looked at Rilliana and said, “Sorry, Rilli, it's nothing personal,” and pushed the elf toward the slimes and ran away. Immediately, the monsters jumped toward the elf and tried to sit on her. With lightning speed, she rolled to the side and the slimes landed next to her.Rilliana began to smile broadly. Her panic had completely disappeared. This was not a fight, this was a game, and she would definitely win a game.

“That felt very personal!” Rilliana called after her. She picked up a handful of mud from the ground and threw it at Trisha. The mud hit her perfectly on the head and she lost her balance. Trisha fell right onto a slime that had been hiding in the mud. The elf grinned maliciously until she was knocked to the ground again when a slime jumped on her back. Mud splattered as Rilliana landed face-first in the mire again. She felt the slime spreading rapidly over her back and buttocks and jumped up in panic. Rilliana tried in vain to shake off the slime, as she had seen Trisha do, but apparently it wasn't as ticklish as the first one. She turned around, looking for any way to scrape the monster off her, and stumbled back in shock when three more slimes crawled toward her. Without paying attention to her surroundings, she stepped on one of the creatures that had been lurking behind her and got stuck. She looked down and tried to free her foot with her arms.

“Haven't you forgotten something, Rilliana?” Celine asked from above. Rilliana froze and looked ahead again. Celine laughed loudly when she saw Rilliana being attacked by the three slimes at once. They hit her head, her chest, her right hand again, and knocked her over. Rilliana panicked when she realized that one of the slimes had wrapped itself around her face and her dominant hand was stuck above her head on the floor. Without thinking, she raised her left hand to free her mouth, but it simply got stuck in the slime.That's it, Rilliana thought, and panic seized her heart once more. Her lungs began to burn as her body gasped for air and she inhaled. She expected the slime to block her airways, but instead she felt fresh air in her lungs. Relief washed over her and she remained lying down. So Celine's pets weren't actually deadly, and she could calm down. The slimes had now overwhelmed her, the only question was how Trisha was doing. Rilliana felt more and more slimes attacking her, merging with each other and growing. She felt the slight tingling sensation her friend had described all over her body. Everywhere Rilliana looked, she saw only pink, and slowly the slimes began to lift her up until she was stuck in the middle of a cube that was slowly moving toward another pink monster.

 

Fascinated, Celine watched from the entrance to the pit as the two slime cubes moved closer and closer until they touched and merged with a soft ‘flop’. Trisha and Rilliana were now stuck together in a huge cube and couldn't move. Their bodies were transported to the center until they touched, and their faces were pressed into each other's crotches.

“I'm so proud of you both,” Celine said, although she wasn't sure if her slaves could hear her, “When my little ones have had enough of you, I'll get you out of there. It should be ready in a few hours, and the best part is, since you both can't move, you can go to the forest together tomorrow. Isn't that great?”

 

The sun was shining brightly, warming the three women's costumes. Celine led Trisha and Rilliana along a path that ran behind her estate and led to the forest. Trisha had hardly slept a wink after her sister had freed her from the slime and she learned that they both had to go into the forest. But she didn't have much choice, because Celine was pulling her slaves behind her with chains attached to their collars.

“Trisha, sweetie, I promise you nothing will happen to you. As always,” Celine said as she pulled on Trisha's chain again when she slowed down.

“I don't care, Celine! I hate those creatures!” Trisha retorted, struggling against the collar. Celine exhaled in annoyance and turned to her.

“Trisha, I really need this silk. Is there anything I can do to sweeten the deal for you?”

“No!” Trisha replied curtly and sat down on the floor to reinforce her point. Rilliana knelt down next to her and put an arm around her shoulder.

“Why don't you want to go in, Trish?” she asked the shifter quietly.

“Because I don't feel like hanging around helplessly in the forest for two days again because my dear sister doesn't know where her stupid spiders took me!”

“Spiders?” Rilliana asked, confused, and looked up at Celine, who just rolled her eyes.

“Yes, of course, those damn spiders! But they’re not the problem! Of course, they don’t hurt us any more than the slimes do, but if Celine can’t find us, they might as well be normal spiders!”

Rilliana frowned.

“What if Celine can find us no matter what?” she said, tapping her collar. Trisha looked at her questioningly until she realized what she meant, and her expression immediately brightened.

 

“Why didn’t I think of that myself…” Celine muttered, unfastening Trisha and Rilliana’s chains after enchanting their collars.

“Who would have thought that a bondage-addicted elf without a spark of magic in her would come up with the idea of enchanting collars with tracking spells rather than my famous sister, who has earned her wealth with magic and clothing?” Trisha said with a laugh, holding her stomach.

“Rilliana? Could you go into the forest? I'd like to have a few more words with my dear sister,” Celine said with a fake smile. Rilliana didn't need to be told twice and walked into the dark forest without hesitation. She immediately missed the warm sun that had just warmed her full-body suit, but she smiled and walked to a particularly large tree. She breathed in the forest air and closed her eyes contentedly. Although she had grown up in the city, she still felt a connection to the trees. An invisible force that filled her body with new energy, especially here in the middle of the forest. Before she met Trisha, she had often wondered what her life would have been like if she had grown up in a forest with other elves. But then, would she ever have met Arissa, Trisha, or Celine?

“It's better this way,” Rilliana murmured, stroking the bark of the tree.

“So old…” she murmured and turned around when she heard Trisha's footsteps. Rilliana burst out laughing when she saw what Celine had done to her sister. Trisha had two extra arms sewn onto her suit by Celine and was given glasses that resembled the eyes of a fly. A pair of wings on Trisha's back completed the picture. They fluttered gently with each of her steps. Trisha looked at her friend in annoyance, but waited until she had calmed down.

“Can we get going now? The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back home,” said Trisha, leading the way.

“I'm sorry, it was just so unexpected,” Rilliana confessed, still giggling as she ran after her, “but you have to admit, you look really funny.”

Trisha chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess so. I just wish she hadn't put the glasses on, I can hardly see anything through them.”

“Once we find the spiders, will that even matter?”

“Of course! I want to admire your beautiful, wrapped-up body,” Trisha said, giving Rilliana a pat on the butt.

“Does your sister always do this? Collecting materials, I mean?”

“Not really… But she thinks it's fun and she says it gets her more yield. She's sent me in here occasionally and waited until the spiders caught me. However, that went wrong last time and I almost died of thirst… …that was definitely one of the reasons why I didn't really feel like visiting her.”

“Is everything okay between you two now?” Rilliana asked cautiously. Trisha exhaled loudly through her nose.

“I think so… at least it's back to how it used to be, more or less.”

“More or less?” Rilliana asked.

“It's more fun now, with you here. Celine used to have a friend who… I'm sorry, I don't really want to remember that time.”

Rilliana sympathetically placed her hand on Trisha's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

“You don't have to talk about it, but I'll always be here to listen if you need me.”

“Thanks, Rilli,” said Trisha, squeezing the hand on her shoulder.

 

They walked deeper into the forest. They didn't talk much until Rilliana pointed to a tree.

“Hey, look,” whispered Rilliana, pointing to its branches, which were decorated with webs.

“Rilliana, I hate to disappoint you, but this fly here,” said Trisha, running her fingers over her body, which was trapped in her full-body suit, “doesn't fit in these little webs. My sister's spiders make bigger nets. So don't worry, we definitely won't miss them.”

Trisha took another step forward and there was a crack. Suddenly, she sank into the ground with a scream as the branches beneath her gave way and she disappeared into a hole. She slid a short distance down until she reached a ramp and was catapulted upwards into the air. She waved her arms wildly as gravity took hold of her again, and she landed right in the middle of a gigantic web stretched across a pit.

“Trisha? Are you okay?” Rilliana asked. Her voice echoed off the walls.

“Yes, I'm fine,” Trisha called back, “and I even found a bigger web. But I don't know if…”

She paused as Rilliana jumped into the hole and was thrown into the air by the ramp a moment later. The elf landed next to Trisha in the net, and it instantly tore. They continued to fall until they were caught again by another net, which also gave way, and only the third net stopped their fall.

“Someone needs to lose weight,” Trisha muttered in an annoying singsong voice.

“Says the one who is probably the fattest fly in the world,” Rilliana retorted, trying to sit up, but finding it nearly impossible due to the many threads already wrapped around her.

“Now what?” she asked, remaining lying down as her limbs were pulled back once again.

“Well, either we wait and hope that the spiders come soon and buy us off, realizing that we can't fight back, or we have a little fun and struggle until we are actually helplessly at their mercy.”

Trisha and Rilliana glanced at each other and grinned from ear to ear. They immediately began kicking at the threads as if their lives depended on it. It became increasingly difficult for them to move as more and more silk entangled them. Only when the web tore again, this time under Trisha, leaving her dangling upside down in a sack beneath Rilliana, did they stop. The two friends were breathing heavily, and even without the spiders, their black suits were barely visible.

“How's the view from down there?” Rilliana asked with a laugh, trying in vain to turn her head.

“Pretty good. I have a perfect view of your butt!” Trisha replied with a satisfied sigh.

“Oh! Look, we have a visitor, Trish,” said Rilliana, watching as a melon-sized spider cautiously peered down into the pit at them. It clicked its pincers nervously and scurried from one end of the edge to the other as it looked down at its prey.

“What is it waiting for?” whispered Rilliana.

“My sister bred them so that they can catch large prey and spin endless webs, but at the same time they're not particularly dangerous, so they make sure we can't hurt them,” Trisha whispered back, trying to peer past Rilliana to see the spider. She saw the spider slowly crawl down the wall and stop at the elf.

The spider hesitantly approached her and nudged her gently with one of its fluffy legs. Rilliana watched it curiously, admiring its fluffy pink fur.
“It looks so cute,” Rilliana whispered. The spider seemed surprised by this statement, because it tilted its head. It crawled onto the elf's leg and assessed the situation. It skillfully removed the messy web and placed both legs side by side. Next, it began to wrap Rilliana's legs with its silk. The new cobwebs felt damp through the suit and pressed her limbs together slightly. Rilliana felt the threads begin to tighten as they dried in the air. Before the spider continued wrapping her, however, it stopped at Rilliana's hip.

“Hey, Trisha, is it poisonous?” Rilliana asked.

“Yeah, it is, but like I said, it's not dangerous. You'll see what the venom does in a moment.”

“I'm not sure I want to find out…”

“Tough luck, it's about to bite.”

Rilliana flinched briefly as the spider sank its fangs into her flesh.“Ouch!” said Rilliana, feeling a pleasant warmth spreading from her buttocks throughout her entire body. With the warmth, she felt herself losing control of her limbs. Her mouth twisted into a relaxed smile and a sigh escaped Rilliana's lips as her eyes closed.

“Sleep well, Rilli,” Trisha murmured barely audibly, watching what the spider did next. It continued where it had left off, wrapping her friend's hips in silk. The spider worked its way up, crossing Rilliana's arms in front of her chest and spraying her head with silk as well. In the end, nothing of Rilliana could be seen except her closed eyes. Trisha's mouth watered as she looked at her friend's tightly wrapped body. The full-body suit was already very form-fitting, but the silk further enhanced the effect, acting like a corset that gave the elf an enchanting hourglass figure. The spider also seemed satisfied with its catch and lowered itself onto Trisha, who just smiled at it.

“Make the most of it, little friend,” she said to the spider, which immediately sank its teeth into Trisha.

Celine stood at the edge of the pit and looked down at the two cocoons in which Rilliana and Trisha were trapped.“I finally found you. Pinky, you always have to build the most devious traps, don't you?” she asked, stroking the pink spider next to her. The spider squeaked contentedly and crawled down the rock face to its prey to free it from the webs and bring it to its mistress.

Meanwhile, Celine placed a bowl on the ground and filled it with food to reward Pinky for her efforts. She paused briefly and looked at the two women in their white prisons.“Oh, what the heck. You deserve it,” she muttered and poured the rest of the bag into the bowl until it overflowed. With a flick of her hand, her magic took the bodies from the spider and let them fly out of the pit.

“Enjoy your meal, Pinky, but don’t eat everything at once,” said Celine, stroking the spider again.

 

Rilliana slowly awoke from her slumber induced by the poison. Normal sleep always left her confused. Whether intentional or not. She shook her head, unable to make sense of where she was, but when she saw a cocoon hanging next to her, it dawned on her. She and Trisha were hanging a hand's breadth above the ground. She bit her lower lip when she saw Trisha's white figure in front of her. She looked so innocent and perfect in her prison. White silk wrapped tightly around her body.

We have to do that again, she thought, wriggling happily to enjoy her cocoon to the fullest.

The next day, Celine freed Trisha and Rilliana from their cocoons. Both trembled with excitement, wondering what their mistress had in store for them next.“What shall we do next, mistress?” they asked simultaneously as they knelt before Celine.

“Stand up, my dears. I'm sorry to inform you that you'll have to manage without me today. Now that I have the necessary materials, thanks to you, I must get to work as quickly as possible to finish the job so that I don't have to worry about anything other than you. In plain language, that means I'm putting my house at your disposal, including the dungeon and all its contents. But please don't overdo it, okay?” said Celine, looking sternly at the two of them.

“Absolutely not, mistress,” said Rilliana, “I'll take care of her,” added Trisha, and all three laughed.

“Fine… I suppose Trisha is in charge for now? Is that okay with you, Rilliana?”

The elf nodded eagerly and fell into Trisha's arms.

“I can't wait!”

Celine smiled and ruffled her darlings' hair.

“All right. I'll check on you tonight to see how you're doing. Trisha, if you want to change, there should be some things in the throne room that might fit you. Have fun,” said Celine with a wink and left the dungeon.

“What shall we do first?” asked Rilliana, jumping up and down with excitement.

“First, I'll make sure you don't run away,” said Trisha, rummaging through the chest of utensils for handcuffs, which she used to cuff Rilliana's hands behind her back, “and then I'll look at some nice dresses.”

Then she closed the cell door behind her, leaving Rilliana alone in the cell. The elf pressed her face against the bars and called after her, “By the way, I'm not a fan of handcuffs!”

Trisha laughed.

“Then try picking the lock. That worked so well last time,” Trisha called without even glancing at her. Rilliana sighed loudly and sat down on the bed.

 

When Trisha opened the closet in Celine's throne room, a sweet smell hit her, and she breathed it in contentedly. She knew exactly what she was looking for and grabbed a few items of clothing from the closet, which she placed on the throne. Trisha opened her full-body suit and took it off. She felt uncomfortable being naked after wearing the suit for days, so she immediately put on the one she had prepared. It was also black, but made of a much more elastic and shiny material. She suspected her sister had made it from the slime secretions. The new suit made smacking noises as it wrapped itself tightly around her body and hugged her close.

“By the gods!” she cried when it had completely closed around her, breathing heavily with lust. The wine-red boots were next. They came just below her knees. The heels were unusually high for her, but she was confident that she would quickly learn to walk in them. She tied her black hair into a tight ponytail. Finally, she put on a burgundy corset, which she did not tighten too much, but which still lifted her breasts advantageously. The suit already took her breath away. Celine's whip lay next to the throne. Trisha moistened her lips with her tongue and reached for it.

 

Meanwhile, Rilliana was still sitting on her bed, staring boredly at the wall. She pricked up her ears when she heard a door.

“Finally,” she muttered when she heard heels, and hurried curiously to the bars to catch a glimpse of Trisha.

“You kept me waiting long enough, Trish! I hope it was worth it,” she called out to her friend.

“Do you like what you see?” asked Trisha, cracking her whip. The elf gasped when she saw her friend and sank reverently to her knees, but didn't take her eyes off her mistress for a second.

“A little more every day,” whispered Rilliana, melting Trisha's heart, but she had to keep up the act and cleared her throat.

“Turn around!” Trisha demanded as she opened the cell door. Rilliana hesitated. She wanted to obey, but the sight of her friend was simply too tempting.

“Interesting… Are we being a little disobedient today, or is it because you no longer respect me since my dear sister has made us both her slaves?”

Rilliana forced herself to lower her gaze and turned her back to her.

“No, Trisha. I was just enchanted by your radiance,” she replied truthfully. Trisha approached her friend and placed her hands on Rilliana's shoulders. She leaned down so close to her ear that the elf could feel Trisha's breath.

“That can't be all, slave… and I will make it my mission to correct that by tonight,” she whispered into Rilliana's ear and bit her earlobe. The elf opened her mouth to express her pain and surprise with a scream, but was interrupted when Trisha stuck the whip in her mouth like a bone.

“Hold on!” she ordered, and Rilliana instinctively bit down. Trisha removed Rilliana's handcuffs and replaced them with a long rope.

“The whip might get in the way a little when I tie you up,” Trisha said, wrapping it around Rilliana's neck. Not tight enough to completely cut off her air, but undoubtedly tight enough to press uncomfortably against her neck. Rilliana's pulse raced as her breathing was restricted. “Don't worry,” Trisha murmured in her ear, stroking Rilliana's neck.

Trisha's suit brushed against Rilliana's skin and she shuddered at the touch. The shifter guided the elf's arms to her chest and began to tie them to her upper body. Rilliana's arms were crossed and she had no way of lowering her hands. Next, Trisha took the black elastic ropes and tied them around Rilliana's ankles. Finally, Trisha tied a rope around her hips, but instead of just tying a crotch rope, she wove a harness around her hips.

“Are you ready for your lesson, slave?” Trisha asked, placing her hands on Rilliana's shoulders again. The elf nodded once and waited to see what her mistress had in store for her. Trisha took another rope, threw it over a ceiling beam, and attached it to Rilliana's upper body harness and her hips. She tied the black ropes to eyelets on the floor and began to pull Rilliana up until she was suspended in the air, her legs pulled down by the flexible ropes. Trisha walked around Rilliana and caressed her body. As she did so, she pulled the whip down from Rilliana's neck and disappeared from her field of vision. Nervously, Rilliana tried to turn her head to see what her friend was doing.

“Count along,” Trisha said, and the elf blinked as she heard the whip crack. A burning pain spread in a straight line from her right shoulder to her left buttock. Rilliana opened her mouth in a silent scream and held her breath. All thoughts in her head were swept aside as the whip marked her. Her breathing quickened as she got over the shock, and she hung her head.

“Rilliana, are you okay?” Trisha asked worriedly, “Did I hit you too hard?”

“No!” Rilliana said immediately, turning as best she could toward her friend.

“Keep going…” she murmured.

“Then count.”

“One!” said Rilliana, and immediately another blow landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her again.

“Two!”

This time Trisha only caught her buttocks, and the pain shot through her body like an arrow.

“Three!”

The whip touched her back again, and Rilliana pulled her legs up, hoping to escape the pain. But they were mercilessly pulled back by the black ropes.

“Four!”

Trisha struck again, and this time Rilliana groaned loudly.

“…Five!”

Trisha hesitated. She walked around the elf and looked into her face. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

“Do you want to stop?” she asked, wiping away the tear.

Rilliana frowned and looked at her friend in confusion. She swallowed hard, took a breath, and said, “I said five, Trish… I won't repeat myself…”

She smiled down at her friend and hesitantly stuck out her tongue. Trisha opened her mouth in indignation, but closed it again immediately, walked around the elf, and said, ”Fine, as you wish.”

Without warning, the whip landed heavily on Rilliana's back and slashed forward across her stomach.

“SIX!” Rilliana hissed through clenched teeth…

“SEVEN!”

As they reached thirty, Trisha noticed that with each new lash of the whip, Rilliana counted more and more quietly, until she seemed to be whispering and stopped completely at fifty. Concerned, Trisha lowered the whip and helped the elf to the floor. She took Rilliana in her arms and stroked her gently. The elf seemed to Trisha as if she were in a trance, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Welcome to subspace, Rilli,” Trisha whispered, carefully laying Rilliana on the bed and covering her up.

“…Thank you… Mistress,” Rilliana murmured and groaned with relief as the warmth of the blanket embraced her. As quietly as possible, Trisha took off her costume and lay down next to her.

“Should I untie your bonds?”

Rilliana shook her head almost imperceptibly and snuggled deeper into the blanket and against Trisha.

 

Late in the evening, Celine leaned back in her chair and looked with satisfaction at her completed work. The materials the girls had collected for her were more than enough. She even had so much left over that she made slime suits for her two protégés.

“I really need to come up with a name for this material,” she muttered, crossing out three of the four names she had thought of and adding a question mark to the last term on her list. Celine looked out the window, lost in thought, watching the sun slowly set behind the mountains, bathing her estate in red light with its last rays.

“I wonder what they're up to right now,” she murmured, getting up from her work table and sneaking into the dungeon. She heard her two darlings breathing quietly and cautiously peeked around the corner into the cell. They were sleeping together under a thick blanket. Trisha had her arms around Rilliana, and the elf smiled contentedly. A bulge under the blanket revealed to Celine that the elf's arms were tied. Shaking her head, Celine left the two alone and walked out of the dungeon. She closed the door and listened as she heard a knock at the front door.

“Visitors?” she wondered. She opened the door and found herself face to face with eight men dressed in black. None of them looked familiar, and they all stared at her grimly.

“Gentlemen, can I help you?” she asked coolly, rubbing her thumbs along her fingertips. Small flashes of lightning flew back and forth between them. Celine sensed a tremendous hostility toward her, something she had often dealt with in the past.

“Are you Celine, the one they say makes the best magical armor of our time?” one of the men asked, approaching her.

“Maybe… Who wants to know?” she asked.

“My master wants to use your skills for a large order and he wishes to speak with you. We are here to take you to him.”

He pointed to a large carriage behind him.

“Unfortunately, I'm a bit booked up at the moment. Each of my pieces is handcrafted, and unfortunately, the waiting list is very long. Goodbye,” said Celine, closing the door. The man put his foot in the doorway and pushed the door open.

“Listen, bitch, I'm going to count to three, and if you're not on your way to the carriage by then, I'll drag you by your…”

“Three!” Celine interrupted him and unleashed her magic against the door. There was a loud crash as the door was blown off its hinges, taking the man with it. The force of Celine's spell was so powerful that the door and the thug flew into the carriage and crashed against it. The door fell to the floor and the man slumped unconscious on top of it. Celine stared at the now nervous bandits and showed them lightning bolts circling her hand. The air crackled as the witch looked down at the men. A confident smile appeared on her lips.

“And how can I help you?” she asked. Immediately, three of the men fled back to the carriage, which drove off immediately and disappeared behind Celine's estate. She licked her lips as the remaining men drew their swords and approached her menacingly.

“Oh, when I catch your leader, I'm going to have a lot of fun with him!” she shouted, unleashing a bolt of lightning at the nearest attacker.

 

Trisha awoke to a loud bang that shook the entire house. Rilliana was still deep in her own world and didn't seem to have noticed anything. Careful not to disturb her friend, Trisha slid out of bed and looked down the dungeon. She frowned when she saw dust trickling from the ceiling. She picked up her borrowed slime catsuit from the floor and put it on as quietly as possible. She didn't want to disturb Rilliana, but not running into her sister naked was more important to her. The elf was still in a deep trance and was just mumbling something incomprehensible. Trisha gently stroked her hair.

“It's okay. Rest a little longer,” Trisha whispered to her and left the dungeon to see why Celine was making such a racket. She walked into the hallway and felt a draft. When she followed it, she found a hole where Celine's front door had once been. She glanced through it. She saw her sister breathing heavily. Two men lay lifeless on the floor in front of her, and two more stood menacingly in front of her with their swords raised.

“Celine! I'll help you!” she called to her sister, jumped through the hole, and came to a stop next to one of the dead men. She picked up one of the swords and held it out toward the two men.

“NO! Go back downstairs and protect Rilliana! I can handle this!” Celine shouted, throwing a lightning bolt at one of the swordsmen, who dodged it at the last moment. Trisha's eyes widened in horror. Celine was right. Rilliana was completely defenseless in the basement. There was a loud bang and she ran back into the house. She almost stumbled down the stairs, but caught herself and heard shouting. She heard strange voices.

“No …!” whispered Trisha and sprinted down the stairs. She skidded to a halt in the hallway. Three men stood in front of her. Sunlight streamed down on them through a hole in the ceiling. She heard screams. She heard shouts and gripped her sword tighter. Three more men pulled Rilliana out of the cell, who fought back with all her might. With her arms bound, it was a futile struggle. The elf was pushed to her knees and looked fearfully at Trisha.

“Let her go!” Trisha whispered, but everyone could hear her. It was a threat that made even Rilliana's blood run cold. Trisha raised her sword as her animalistic roots took over and she assumed her shifter form. Her arms grew stronger, her hair grew longer, and her pupils narrowed to slits. She didn't have her dagger with her, but she wouldn't need much time to deal with the bandits.

“You better think again, shifter!” said one of the men, pulling Rilliana's head back by her hair and holding a blade to her throat. Tears ran down Rilliana's face and she began to whimper.

“Drop the sword and surrender, or the elf's head will be on your account!”

Trisha narrowed her eyes to slits. Her transformation should give her enough strength and speed to sprint towards them and kill them before he could harm Rilliana, but if she made even one mistake, she would never forgive herself.

“What's it going to be, shifter?” the bandit asked again, cutting Rilliana lightly across the throat. Blood rolled down the blade and dripped to the ground. Trisha exhaled sharply and dropped her sword with a clang.

“Everything will be fine, Rilli…” Trisha said, transforming back. One of the men approached her, armed with ropes, and within moments, both women were lying on the ground, bound and gagged. Cloths were pressed over their faces, and both lost consciousness as they inhaled a sweet smell.

When Trisha woke up, she lay motionless. She felt that her hands and feet were bound. Her mouth was still sealed with a gag. She cautiously opened one eye. She saw Rilliana lying next to her, also bound. She did not seem to be conscious. Trisha looked around the room, but nothing seemed familiar. The gray stones of the cell were partially covered with moss and were lit only by a small, barred window through which the last rays of the evening sun shone.

“What idiots,” Trisha thought, using her claws to quickly make short work of her bonds. She was soon back on her feet and checked on Rilliana. She had her eyes tightly closed, as if she didn't want to believe what was happening, and only when Trisha gently stroked her cheek did she open her eyes.

“Mmmhmhh!” she cried through the gag, but fell silent when Trisha put her finger to her mouth. She cut Rilliana's bonds and pulled her close.

“I'll get us out of here, Rilli,” she whispered feverishly and hugged her even tighter. The elf just nodded and returned the hug.

“Who are they?” Rilliana asked nervously as Trisha fiddled with the lock on the door.

“I don't know, they could be enemies of Father's or Celine's…” she said, instinctively reaching for her shoes to get out her lock pick, but she closed her eyes in annoyance when she realized she wasn't wearing any and was only dressed in her catsuit.

“Shit…” she muttered and clicked her tongue disapprovingly. Trisha leaned against the wall and slid down until she was sitting on the floor.

“Is this going to be a repeat of our first meeting?” Rilliana asked, sitting down next to her and putting an arm around her.

“It seems so,” said Trisha, looking at her weakly. “I'm sorry your adventure in subspace ended like this. How's your back?”

“I'm fine… The suit protected me from the worst,” murmured Rilliana, resting her head on Trisha's shoulder.

“I promise you, I'll get us out of here somehow!” Trisha swore to the elf and looked up at the small window where she could see the sky growing darker.

 

The friends sat silently side by side. While Rilliana recovered from the shock, Trisha's mind was racing. She had to come up with a plan to get them home safely. Was Celine already looking for them? Was she even okay? The questions turned Trisha's stomach and she suppressed a shiver. She didn't want to worry Rilliana. Fortunately, she was able to hide it when her cat ears heard something.

“Someone's coming!” Trisha said through gritted teeth and stood up. She extended her claws and pushed Rilliana behind her, ready to blind anyone who dared to enter the cell. A key turned in the lock with a clatter and the door sprang open. The friends were greeted by the tips of swords, but Trisha bravely stood her ground.

“If you want to live to see tomorrow, I'd advise you to let us go immediately!” Trisha growled.

Some of the bandits laughed before one of them stepped forward and said, “Big words for someone in your position, Shifter! Now retract your claws before I cut off your hands. You do want to get back to Celine in one piece, don't you?”

Trisha glared at him and made no move to comply with his demand. He took two pairs of handcuffs out of his pocket.

“So, what will it be?” he asked, but before Trisha could answer, Rilliana pushed past her friend and raised her hands toward him.

“Do what he says, Trish,” she whispered to her friend, “I'm sure we can sort this out and get home safely. As long as the key to the handcuffs doesn't get lost, of course,” she added, smiling shyly at the man in front of her.

“Don't worry, my angel. I've kept it safe,” laughed the man, patting his inside jacket pocket. “Follow your friend's example, Shifter, then you'll be home in no time and can… do whatever you want in that dungeon.”

He clicked the handcuffs shut around Rilliana's hands. Trisha looked at her friend with displeasure, but ultimately retracted her claws.

“Good girl…” he said, grabbing her hands roughly before clicking the handcuffs shut around them as well. The two women were led through a maze of corridors to a large hall furnished with two long tables.

Benches stood to the left and right of them, and some of their captors were eating or talking to each other. A huge armchair was placed at the end of the hall, in which an equally large man sat, seemingly waiting impatiently for them. Trisha and Rilliana were roughly pushed to their knees, and their guards took a few steps back.

The man in the chair leaned forward and examined the two women in front of him.

“My men told me that one of you was imprisoned in Celine's dungeon. What is that all about?”

“That's none of your business!” Rilliana said immediately, looking at him aggressively. Trisha gave her an irritated look. She hadn't expected Rilliana to be so defiant after she had just allowed herself to be tied up. Or had she become so addicted to bondage that she simply couldn't do without restraints anymore?

No… that's crazy, Trisha thought, shaking her head.

“It doesn't matter, to be honest,” the man muttered, “I just wanted to offer her a partnership. You're both my hostages now until she gives in and works for me.”

Trisha was about to open her mouth when Rilliana interrupted her:

“Taking women hostage to get what you want. You guys really do play into every cliché. Where did you get that from? The book Kidnapping for Beginners? Oh, forget it, you probably can't even read, can you?”

The leader didn't look amused and waved to the man who had handcuffed Rilliana and Trisha. He walked over to the elf and pushed her to the ground. He kicked her body as she lay on the floor, knocking the breath out of her.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Trisha yelled, standing up to jump at the man's throat with her claws extended.

“It's okay, Trish,” Rilliana said, breathing heavily, “that was nothing compared to our first dance. Besides, he probably has huge problems at home and now has to act tough here,” she added, smiling at the shifter. Her jailer looked confusedly at his master, who just shook his head and said: “Teach the elf some manners.”
The man above Rilliana leaned down to her and whispered: “And I thought you were the reasonable one of the two of you.” before he slapped her across the cheek and punched her in the stomach. As he swung for the third time, Rilliana took advantage of his inattention and kicked him in the groin with full force. Squealing, the man fell to the side and lay motionless, whimpering and moaning. His master laughed briefly.

“Idiot. Take them back to their cell, I'll talk to them again tomorrow,” said the master, waving them away. They were dragged back to the dungeon and thrown roughly into their cell. The door was slammed shut and the two friends were alone again. Trisha looked in disbelief at Rilliana's battered face.

“What the hell was that, Rilliana?”

“The first act of our escape,” Rilliana murmured, opening her hand to reveal a set of keys. Trisha's eyes widened. Rilliana just smiled, but flinched as the pain reminded her of the first blow.

“Did you just say that to get the keys?” Trisha asked as they unlocked their handcuffs.

“Of course… how else would he have let his guard down like that?” Rilliana replied, listening at the door.

“No one to be heard… let’s get out of here!” Rilliana muttered, unlocking the door and holding it open for Trisha.

 

By the time they found a crack in the masonry, night had already fallen. Rilliana and Trisha squeezed through, and the elf said, “Let's get back quickly before your sister meets the demands.”

Trisha nodded and glanced over her shoulder. In the shadows of the night, she could make out the old fortress from which she had already rescued Rilliana from the bat.

Apparently, vermin always settle there, Trisha thought and looked ahead.

“I don't think we need to worry about that,” Trisha said with a smile, pointing to a figure standing at the edge of a forest, waving at them. They ran to her and fell into Celine's arms, who immediately hugged them and held them close.

“You made it out! You can't imagine how relieved I am that you're okay,” she whispered.

“Oh, Celine,” Rilliana and Trisha murmured in unison, clinging to her.

“You're safe now,” she said, stroking their heads before letting go of them.

“Would you excuse me for a moment? I'd like to give this scum my best regards.”

“Wait. What are you…?” Rilliana asked, but she was quickly pulled away by Trisha.

“Of course,” Trisha said hurriedly, pulling her friend toward the road, where Jeffrey was already waiting for them in his carriage. Trisha pushed Rilliana through the door, but the elf caught one last glimpse of the witch. Her hands traced red, burning letters in the air. Rilliana was pushed into a seat just as the night sky turned red and the forest changed color as if it were on fire. Rilliana jumped to the window, but Trisha pushed her back into the seat.

“Let me take a look,” Trisha demanded, brushing the blonde hair from her face to reveal the injury.

“Trisha, I'm fine. What's Celine still doing up there?“ Rilliana asked, catching Trisha's hand as it stroked a bruise. Trisha was silent for a moment before opening her mouth: ”My sister will make sure those bastards never touch us again…”

“Yes, but…“ Rilliana began, but was interrupted when the ground shook. Rilliana could hear rocks crashing heavily onto the ground and the hissing of flames distorting everything in their path.

“What the…” Rilliana asked when she could no longer make out the walls of the fortress, even as the forest was lit up red.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Celine entered the carriage. She was out of breath and looked weak, but satisfied.

“Are you all right?” Celine asked again, looking Trisha up and down before turning her attention to Rilliana's scrapes. She raised her hand, but Rilliana dodged it almost imperceptibly.

“I can make you feel better. May I please look at your scratch?”

Rilliana swallowed, pushed her hair aside, and showed Celine her cheek. She gently placed her hand on the injury, and Rilliana felt her cheek warm up and the pain disappear completely.

“Better?”

Rilliana nodded hesitantly.

“Are you really okay, Rilliana?” Celine asked again when she saw the elf's thoughtful expression. Rilliana glanced out the window for a moment, as if she had to find the right words among the burning debris.

“Did you…”

“Yes. They won't bother us anymore,” Celine said gently, “I… I'm sorry, I wish I could explain it to you. I've made a mistake before and I never want to repeat it.”

She placed a hand on Trisha's knee and looked Rilliana in the eyes.

“But I can assure you that I would never use my magic to hurt you. And I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you under my care. ”

“But…“ Rilliana began, but didn't continue. She knew Celine was right. She shook her head and forced herself to smile.

“There's my little bondage princess,” Celine whispered, stroking Rilliana's cheek. She leaned into the touch and squeezed Celine's hand.

“Rest until we get home,” Celine said, taking a blanket from a compartment in the carriage and covering her charges. While Trisha closed her eyes immediately, Rilliana lay awake. She stared at the forest that had become her new home. But now she was no longer sure.

 

“I would like to take a carriage ride across my lands today and would be delighted if you would accompany me,” Celine announced at the breakfast table, looking expectantly at Rilliana and Trisha. When they were back at the estate, Celine had left them largely alone so they could rest.

Rilliana had been mostly quiet. She hadn't even asked Trisha if she wanted to do anything. Now, however, she looked up and waited eagerly to hear what Celine had to say.

“What's the hook?,” Trisha asked.

“Forget the hook, I'm swallowing the whole fishing line,” Rilliana said, biting her lower lip.

The sparkle in her eyes told her sisters that she was finally ready for a new adventure. “You don't want to spoil the surprise for Rilliana, do you, Trisha?” Celine laughed. “I've left a little gift for you down in the dungeons. Come to the barn when you're ready,” Celine said, getting up to change out of her nightgown and into more suitable clothing.

Rilliana and Trisha exchanged glances.

“Go on,” Trisha said, starting to clear the dishes while Rilliana sprinted down to the dungeon.

“Sometimes I wonder which one of us has more of a cat in her,” Trisha murmured, smiling at her friend's childlike curiosity.

 

Trisha descended the steps to the dungeon and walked to her cell.

“Wow…” was all she could say when she saw Rilliana in one of Celine's slime catsuits. It was as if Rilliana had been dipped neck-deep in a barrel of ink. It clung to her body like a second skin and glowed darkly in the light of the magic torches.

Even her hands were covered in gloves, and the elf seemed to be trembling with excitement.

“Well, do you like what you see?” Rilliana asked, running her hands over her body. Trisha swallowed.

“You bet,” she replied, walking towards Rilliana.

“AH! Get changed first, I want to see something too!” said Rilliana, deftly dodging her friend and disappearing around the corner.

“Hey!” Trisha called after her, but all she could see was the elf's blonde hair and her shiny black butt.

“Tonight you're mine!” she called after Rilliana.

A crazy giggle came back. She turned to her gift and found a suit that was also tailored exactly to her measurements.

 

A little later, Trisha and Rilliana were standing at the stable. But both of them only had eyes for each other. They didn't even notice that Celine was watching them.

“How did your sister get our measurements?” Rilliana asked, stretching one arm toward the sun. The suit shimmered in the light and reflected the rays.

“I guess she took yours when you were injured, but mine… Creepy, isn't it?” Trisha laughed and glanced down her back at her tail, which was sticking out of a hole in the suit.

“I'm not the best magical blacksmith for nothing,” said Celine, who now stepped out of the shadows, pulling a contraption behind her that resembled a chariot.

“But I hope you like the catsuits?” asked Celine, grinning from ear to ear. Unlike her slaves, Celine had put on relatively normal clothes. She wore flat boots that stopped below her knees and tight leather pants that disappeared into her boots. A loose riding jacket was pulled over a white blouse, and her red hair was tied back in a strict bun. In her riding gloves, she held a riding crop, which she twirled playfully in her hands.

“You're incredible, Celine!” Trisha and Rilliana said in unison and hugged their mistress. Celine stroked their heads and pulled them close.

“Then let's give them a proper initiation, shall we? Here, put these on,” said Celine, placing two pairs of white leather harnesses in front of her slaves.

“Somehow I think we'll have to work again,” said Trisha, examining the straps in front of her.

“You're absolutely right, Trisha, and I think you talk too much for your upcoming task,” Celine said cheerfully, fishing a bar out of the pile of leather and stuffing it into Trisha's mouth. She fastened the straps under Trisha's jaw and ran more straps along the side of her head and face to the back, fastening everything at the nape of her neck. Trisha could have pulled off a normal gag with a little effort, but with the extra leather around her head, this was impossible.

“Mistress, I think I talk too much too,” said Rilliana when she saw her friend, eagerly opening her mouth. Celine shook her head as she put the same gag on Rilliana and helped her protégés get dressed. The white leather stretched across Trisha and Rilliana's bodies, pressing them tightly. Celine also gave them boots, but they had no heels and ended in hooves, so they almost had to walk on tiptoes. While Rilliana had difficulty keeping her balance in them, Trisha did not seem to be particularly restricted by the shoes. Her tail gave her the necessary balance and she pranced around Rilliana until Celine caught her and harnessed her to the cart. She put gloves on Trisha's hands, which also resembled horse hooves, and tied two belts around them so that her arms were folded at her elbows. Celine turned back to Rilliana. The elf was still struggling with her boots and wobbled toward the witch.

“Maybe this is still too much for you,” Celine considered, but Rilliana shook her head and raised her hand reassuringly. She pointed to herself and then to Trisha to let Celine know that she was ready.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? You look like a newborn fawn to me.”

Rilliana nodded confidently, walked carefully to the cart, and stood right next to Trisha. The elf had noticed that when she moved in the shoes, it was easier for her to keep her balance than when she stood still, as she had done before.

“As you wish,” said Celine, harnessing the elf in the same way as Trisha. She sat down in the chariot, taking the reins in one hand and her whip in the other.

“But if you slack off, you'll get a crack of the whip, understand? Are you ready now?” asked Celine, and Rilliana and Trisha nodded. “Well then, let's go!”

The two pony girls felt a quick tap of the whip on their behinds and they began to run. Their hooves struck the hard stone floor of the stable and some of the real horses looked at them curiously from their stalls. Just as they rode out of the stable, Rilliana and Trisha saw the door of Celine's servants' quarters open and Jeffrey, the coachman, come out. He stood rooted to the spot, blushed, and disappeared back into the house, while Celine began to giggle like a little child. Rilliana and Trisha's heads turned red with shame and they slowed down for a moment.

“Come on, you've dawdled long enough!” said Celine, encouraging them to resume their journey with a sharp crack of her whip.

“Keep your legs up, Rilliana!” Celine admonished the elf and guided her friends toward the forest with a gentle tug on the reins. A path led them along its edge, and the warm rays of the sun shone through the leaves of the trees, pleasantly warming their suits. Occasionally, Celine had to reacquaint her ponies with the whip, but the longer they ran, the more skilled Rilliana and Trisha became in their boots. Celine even had to hold them back so they wouldn't go too fast and risk injuring themselves.

“Here into the forest, my dears,” Celine finally said, pulling the reins to the left onto a path lined with trees. The pony girls immediately noticed that it was getting colder as the forest swallowed the sun, but they continued running undeterred with Celine's whip at their necks. The avenue led them to a clearing with a lone tree standing in it. Celine steered the carriage next to it and pulled on the reins to make her ponies stop. Exhausted and out of breath, Rilliana and Trisha slumped down and leaned against each other.

“Oh, you poor things, you've earned your break,” said Celine, unhitching her ponies from the cart and removing their restraints and gags.

“When you've caught your breath, take the basket and the bottle of wine from the carriage and follow me,” Celine ordered, with a blanket under her arm, and walked around the tree.

“What are we doing here?” Rilliana asked, and Trisha looked at their mistress in confusion.

“What do you mean? Don't you know what a picnic is?”

Rilliana shook her head. Trisha looked at her friend for a moment before smiling and saying, “You'll like it, come with me.”

She took the basket in her hand while Rilliana awkwardly took the bottle of wine in her hooves.

Rilliana had laid her head on Trisha's legs and both listened to Celine recount her first experiences with ropes.

“So there I was, unable to move forward or backward, and I had to wait until someone happened to come by and free me. And I thank the gods that it wasn't the servants or my father who found me, but my little sister Trisha…”

“After that, we were inseparable and helped each other when we experimented with ropes,” said Trisha, stroking a strand of hair behind Rilliana's ear.

“We even made it into a kind of competition to see who could dominate the other better, which I usually won. That's why I'm driving the carriage now and Trisha has to pull it,” Celine added.

“But it could also be because I enjoy being tied up more than you do, and I lost on purpose from time to time,” said Trisha, looking at her sister amused.

“Tell yourself that, sis,” Celine said, lying down.

“Relax a little more before we drive back. I don't want you to get cramps.”
Trisha leaned back and stroked Rilliana's head.“We needed that, didn't we?” Trisha asked her quietly. Rilliana nodded and looked into her friend's eyes.

“I'm happy that you're a family again,” she said.

“Hey, you're part of my family too, Rilliana. I love you and I can't imagine a world without you,” Trisha whispered.

“I love you too, Trisha…” Rilliana whispered back, sitting up and lying down next to her friend to give her a long kiss.

 

The shadow of the tree under which the three women had been lying had moved on, and they were now lying in the sun, enjoying the warmth. Rilliana and Trisha were still dozing next to each other in their catsuits, while Celine read a book about magical materials. The wind picked up, sending a cool breeze from the forest blowing over them. Rilliana noticed a sweet smell in the air, sat up, and sneezed several times as if she had inhaled dust.

“Are you okay, Rilli?” Trisha asked, and Celine looked up from her book.

“Yes, everything's fine. Just got something in my nose,” Rilliana said, leaning forward to pour herself another glass of wine.

“What? The wine's already empty?” she asked in surprise as she lifted the bottle.

“Sorry, Rilliana. I helped myself to a few glasses,” said Celine, blushing, “but there should still be a few bottles in the wagon.”

“Then I'll get you a new one,” said Rilliana, winking at Celine. The elf climbed over her friend, who had also blushed, and went back to the chariot. She opened a small flap and took out a bottle inside.

“Zandri's ice wine?” Rilliana murmured as she read the label on the artistically shaped bottle.

“Celine, is this the right one?” she called, turning around and holding up the bottle. Rilliana blinked in confusion when she saw that her two friends were no longer lying on the blanket. Nervously, she scanned the clearing, fearing that some of the bandits had returned to take revenge. But she immediately calmed down when she saw that Celine and Trisha were just leaving the clearing.

“Guys?” she called out loudly, but neither of them seemed to respond. Worried, she put the bottle back in the cart. She noticed a dagger hidden next to Celine's seat and took it with her as a precaution. The sisters had already run deeper into the forest by the time Rilliana reached the edge, and she could no longer see them. Only the footprints they had left behind and the occasional broken branch showed her the way. Rilliana followed them, and although the sun was still high in the sky, it was getting darker and darker in the forest. She wasn't worried about getting lost, thanks to her night vision, but the deeper she went into the forest, the more uneasy she felt. Once again, she noticed the sweet smell and shook her head. It was extremely intrusive and seemed to have spread throughout this part of the forest. Rilliana closed her eyes when the smell made her sneeze, and as a result, she overlooked what was lying in the grass in front of her. Half-blind and cursing, she stumbled and fell to the ground. Confused, she looked around and saw Celine's clothes and Trisha's catsuit scattered all over the grass.
“Guys? I'm a big fan of naked surprises, but can we do this at home?” she asked hopefully, with a hint of fear in her voice. No one answered her, but she heard movement behind a group of dense bushes.

Rilliana pushed a few branches aside and entered a clearing bathed in twilight. A giant flower with red blossoms grew close to the ground, and Rilliana realized that the sweet, now almost rotten smell was coming from it. The grass in the clearing felt damp and slippery under Rilliana's feet. She bent down and ran her hand through it. Slime clung to her hand and dripped back onto the grass. Slightly disgusted, Rilliana brushed the slime off her hand and looked up. Trisha and Celine were both naked and slowly walking toward the enormous flower.

“Oh no…” Rilliana said in horror and ran after them. She noticed vines snaking through the grass and creeping up her friends' legs. She grabbed both their hands and pulled them back with all her strength. Immediately, the two women, enchanted by the pollen, turned around and fell on Rilliana. The plant's spell seemed to make them weak and powerless, and Rilliana's pull robbed them of their balance.

A shiver ran down the elf's spine as she looked into the empty eyes of Trisha and Celine. Their cheeks were flushed and their mouths were half open.

“WAKE UP!” Rilliana screamed, but her cries fell on deaf ears as Trisha began to kiss her and Celine tried to remove her catsuit. The vines crawled over her friends' bodies and more came to envelop Rilliana. I'm sorry, Trish! Rilliana thought, breaking free from her friend's wet kiss by pushing Trisha aside. The elf hurriedly crawled away from the flower and Celine fell to the ground as she tried to reach for her. Rilliana scrambled to her feet and drew her dagger. She saw that Celine and Trisha were still trying to reach her, but were now slowly being pulled back into the flower by the vines. Rilliana ran to them and quickly cut their bonds. She put the dagger away, grabbed her friends' hands again, and carefully pulled them away from the flower.

Rilliana stepped backward and noticed too late that more dangers lurked in the clearing. She stepped on something soft on the ground and a green veil shot up and knocked her hands aside, breaking her contact with Trisha and Celine. The veil enveloped her completely and Rilliana was bathed in dark green light.

“Oh no! I didn't survive all this just to end up as fertilizer!” she screamed, reaching for the dagger. As if the plant sensed its end was near, it contracted and pressed the elf's arms to her sides. Rilliana's pulse immediately skyrocketed as the plant robbed her of air. In a panic, she gripped the blade tighter and angled it, hoping that the plant would cut itself as it contracted. Suddenly, she felt the pressure around her right hand ease and she could breathe again. She took advantage of the space in her hand and sliced the hungry plant in half. Coughing and covered in slime, she stumbled out and fell to the ground. Her body cried out for a break, but Rilliana forced herself to look up. Her eyes widened when she saw that Trisha was about to be pulled back into the giant flower, while Celine was in the same situation Rilliana had been in before. The plant's membrane had tightened around her body and was trying to pull her down into the earth. Rilliana drew her dagger and thrust it through the earth into the plant's roots. It trembled briefly and collapsed. With lightning speed, she cut Celine out and pulled her to the edge of the clearing. Celine tried to seduce Rilliana again, but Rilliana had had enough and slapped Celine hard across the face. Celine was knocked over by the blow. Shocked, she stared at the ground and held her burning cheek. She blinked in confusion and looked around until she saw Rilliana.

“What's going on here?” she asked weakly, fearfully, looking up at Rilliana. She had never seen the witch like this before. At that moment, she was not the powerful witch, but a wounded and confused young woman.

“I'll explain later! Keep your face covered and breathe in as little of the flower's scent as possible!”

Rilliana didn't wait for an answer and sprinted toward the red flower. Vines shot out of the grass, reaching for her, but she cut them with a quick swing of her weapon. Rilliana saw her friend's dark hair disappear behind the flower and threw herself to the ground as tentacles pushed down on her from above. She lost her dagger as she slid across the wet grass and managed to grab Trisha at the last moment before she disappeared completely into the flower. For the first time, Rilliana wished she had done more to build her muscles as she pulled at Trisha, but she managed to heave her friend out of the flower. In doing so, she tore several vines that had grabbed Trisha. One of these vines was so taut that it snapped back and hit Trisha's forehead. The pain brought Trisha back.

“What happened?” she asked, struggling against the vines of the flower.

“Hold your breath! It's poisoned!” Rilliana shouted, throwing Trisha toward the trees with her last ounce of strength. The shifter slid across the wet ground and could only watch as more vines sprouted from the flower and grabbed the elf. Rilliana struggled briefly, but it was a hopeless fight. The tendrils pressed her arms against her body and she groaned as the air was squeezed from her lungs. She felt the ground slipping away beneath her feet and gave Trisha one last smile. The tendrils dropped Rilliana into the flower's maw, and she slid down a slippery passage until she landed in a sac, green liquid splashing around her. She tried to stand up, but she couldn't get a grip on the plant's smooth walls and she slipped away. Desperate, she knelt down and pounded on the plant, but it seemed oblivious. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she banged her forehead against the sac and placed her useless fists on the plant's membrane. The last thing she felt as her eyes closed was the bag tightening around her, seemingly crushing her. She thought of Trisha and prayed that she and Celine could get to safety.

 

Rilliana awoke with a pounding headache. She groaned loudly.

“Gods, can't even a week go by without me passing out?” she asked, throwing the blanket aside. Staggering, she got out of bed and stumbled to the door. Rilliana was about to open it when it swung open and Trisha fell into her arms. Celine stood behind her with a large glass of water in her hand and smiled at her.

“You saved us!” Trisha sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Rilliana gently patted her back.

“You were a good teacher to me…” said Rilliana, hugging the shifter closer, “what happened? I remember being stuck inside the flower and then…?”

“Once I knew what we were dealing with, I tied Trisha to a rope and threw her in. Then I pulled you both out. The magic in your suits protected you from the plant’s acid. You should only have a bad headache from the fumes. I've already healed the wounds on your face,“ Celine said, handing her the glass of water.

Rilliana broke the embrace and drank the glass in one gulp.

“What is a clearing like that doing in your forest? Please don't tell me you had something to do with it,“ Trisha asked as Rilliana fell back onto the bed.

“By the gods, no! You don't have to worry that I would tolerate something like that in my forest. But… unfortunately, it happens sometimes. I can't prevent it… But I must admit, I've never seen a plant like that before. Normally, when a magic heart becomes corrupted, I can find it quickly and destroy it before it perverts nature so badly, but here… I hope something like this doesn't happen again. Anyway, once you two were safe, I burned everything until only ashes remained,“ said Celine, taking back the empty cup.

“Luckily, you were there, Rilliana. Without an elf who is immune to the aphrodisiac pollen, Trisha and I would have…” Celine shuddered and shook her head.

“Wait… I'm immune to what? Was it that sweet smell?” the elf interrupted, and Celine nodded.

“When you went to get the wine, Celine and I must have inhaled a large amount of it. It wasn't until you freed us that Celine was able to cast a spell to protect us from the pollen's influence,” Trisha said.

Rilliana looked at her two friends thoughtfully for a moment, then clapped her hands.

“What a day, huh? So,” said the elf, “what do we do next?”

Celine stared at her with wide eyes, while Trisha could only shake her head and laugh.

 

“So, what's my job, Trisha?” asked Rilliana, hopping excitedly on the spot. Today was another training day, and since Celine had gone into the forest to prepare something for them, Rilliana knew that it would not be a normal training session again. The black, skin-tight slime suit was also an indicator of this, even though she was wearing a green hooded cape over it.

“It's simple. Celine and I have set up traps and 20 targets in the forest. Destroy the targets and avoid the traps.”

“That's all?”

“That's all.”

“Mmh.”

Celine walked over to her and ruffled Rilliana's hair.

“Don't worry, my bondage princess. You'll get what you deserve if you act stupid. But the goal is to destroy the targets, not to get stuck. Understood?“ Celine asked.

“I… think so…“ Rilliana muttered uncertainly, ”but what do I do if I really get stuck and can't move?”

“Ah! Of course,” Celine said, putting a collar around her neck. “If you get stuck, I'll know and I'll be able to find you. Here's your backpack with everything you might need, and your bow.”

Celine threw everything at her and Rilliana hurriedly shouldered the bag, but looked up when the weight surprised her.

“How long am I supposed to stay in the forest? What did you throw in there?”

“Everything you might need. It's also a bit of survival training for you,” said Trisha, kissing her friend.

“Okay, that's enough, you have to go!” said Celine, pulling the two friends apart. Rilliana had a slight feeling that she wasn't the only one they were referring to.

“I see. You're planning to keep me busy so you can do something together.”

“No,” Celine and Trisha said in unison.

“Sure… Anyway, see you in 20 targets,” Rilliana muttered dejectedly and waved to her friends before adjusting her backpack and heading toward the forest.

“Don’t you think we should have told her?” Celine whispered.

“No… I have to do this alone. She would only want to come with me and… it's still too dangerous for her. I would have taken her with me after our recent kidnapping. She showed courage and quick thinking, but… the look on her face when you took care of the bandits… I don't think she's ready to do what's necessary.”

“I hope she never has to be,” Celine murmured.

“Me too…” Trisha whispered, waving after Rilliana, who turned around one last time before disappearing into the forest.

 

“Twenty targets… what do they even look like?” Rilliana murmured as she went deeper into the forest and slowly disappeared from the light behind the leaves of the trees. “They shouldn't be that far away. Unless Celine scattered them with her magic.”

Rilliana stopped and peered into the distance. She could see that a few branches had been broken off, as if something had flown through them. Between the leaves, she could see a red target.

“Well… that's really badly hidden,” Rilliana muttered, holding her bow in one hand, drawing an arrow and nocking it.

She didn't know why, but once again it felt familiar to pull back the string. To aim at the target. To hold the wood. Rilliana released the string and the arrow flew from it, only to shoot into the ground ten steps in front of her.

“Oh… good thing no one saw that,” she muttered, embarrassed. Rilliana took a few steps toward the arrow, but suddenly lost her footing. She slipped underground until only her head was sticking out. The soft earth wrapped around her neck and pressed her arms against her body. It felt to her as if she had just fallen into a very tight sleeping bag.

“Okay? Trap number one,” Rilliana muttered, shrugging her shoulders. She felt that she could push the earth away, and slowly she managed to create more and more space for her arms. She wasted countless minutes fighting to free herself. Rilliana finally managed to escape and hoisted herself out of the hole, which closed behind her.

The ground now looked like the forest floor.

“No wonder I didn't see the trap,” Rilliana muttered, brushing the dirt off her cloak and suit. She walked back toward the arrow, only to sink into the ground again the next moment. Rilliana's eyes narrowed.

“Funny, Celine… Very funny…”

After Rilliana had once again spent countless minutes freeing herself, she approached her task even more cautiously. Every step was carefully considered and taken with extreme caution. This allowed her to avoid at least two more pitfalls and pick up the arrow.

“I'm starting to think that the two of them just wanted to get rid of me,” Rilliana mused aloud as she drew her bow.

She had taunted the target long enough. She released the string and the arrow spun into the nearest bush. Rilliana stared after it and her left eyebrow began to twitch. With lightning speed, she drew a new arrow and shot. It strayed from its trajectory and sank into the nearest tree.

“SO! Am I doing something wrong? Am I off balance?” Rilliana asked, setting her bag on the ground. She was about to shoot again when there was an audible click and her bag sank almost imperceptibly into the grass.

“Huh?”

At that moment, a crossbow folded out of a tree and shot at Rilliana. Instead of a bolt, however, red ropes flew in her direction. They knocked Rilliana over and wrapped around her body like snakes. It felt breathtaking as the ropes bound her, but she refused to admit defeat and reached for them. In response, her wrists were wrapped and pulled behind her back.

“No! Come on, Celine, what kind of trap is this!” Rilliana cried desperately. The rope pressed into her arms and stretched over and under her breasts. It tied a knot on her stomach and pulled through her crotch. Rilliana groaned and her resistance ebbed away.

“Maybe a little break,” she mumbled, blushing.

 

“I was hoping Father wouldn't need your help anymore… especially with something so dangerous,” Celine whispered, hugging her sister.

“It… it's okay, Celine. Father raised me, after all.”

“Yes, but…” Celine began, but Trisha broke free from the embrace.

“I'd rather see how Rilliana is doing before I leave.”

“You just said goodbye to her,” Celine laughed, taking a hand mirror out of a dresser. She waved her hand in front of it, and immediately an image of the elf appeared.

Rilliana seemed to be struggling against a magical rope.

“Aww, already fallen into a trap,” Trisha laughed and shook her head.

“She hasn't even destroyed a target yet,” Celine remarked and shook her head before handing Trisha the mirror, “Here. So you'll have some entertainment for the road.”

Trisha thanked her with another hug and waved briefly.

“Thanks… and I'll be back soon,” Trisha said and climbed into the carriage. She looked back once more toward the forest and at her sister, who smiled gently at her. The carriage started moving and Celine exhaled contentedly.

“Haaaa… there she goes,” Celine murmured, waving after her before taking the large mirror off the wall in the hallway and carrying it into the living room. She lay down on her sofa and cast a little spell so that she could also watch Rilliana.

“Then show me what you can do, Rilliana. I'm not going to make it easy for you, so we both get our money's worth,” Celine said and laughed evilly.

 

Rilliana breathed heavily. She had really enjoyed the first few minutes of wriggling in the rope. Pretending she was in Trisha's or Celine's clutches, but after a while she had to admit that it wasn't the same. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it. The rope was as tightly wrapped around her body as before.

She couldn't even find a knot or cut it with a knife, as if it had been woven from steel threads. Now she was really sure that Trisha and Celine just wanted to be alone. “Fine! Play without me! I'll have my own fun!” Rilliana shouted, picking up her bow with one hand and grabbing the strap of her backpack with the other.

Frustrated, she wanted to drag her bags toward the target, but she narrowed her eyes and stared at the forest floor in front of her.

“Well… not with me. Keep a cool head, Rilliana,” she muttered to herself and carefully felt her way forward with her feet. She walked toward the target, dodging dozens of other traps.

Sometimes Rilliana saw the traps or triggered them, only to immediately jump back to avoid more ropes and chains. Finally, she arrived at the tree with the target between its branches and looked up at it grumpily.

“It's no use… I have to wait until the rope lets go of me.”

She sat down on the ground, grumbling, and continued to stare up.

 

“What?” Come on, Rilliana! I put so much effort into creating this task for you, and you just sit down! Just you wait, you lazy little elf!” said Celine, stretching her hand toward the forest. A few traps were “coincidentally” right where Rilliana was sitting, and they all went off at once.

 

Rilliana sniffed loudly. She had only breathed in too loudly once, and suddenly all hell had broken loose. Her hands were stuck in tight leather gloves and clenched into fists. More ropes had also found their target (unlike Rilliana) and had wrapped themselves around her legs several times. Since the remaining ropes apparently didn't know what else to tie up, they had woven themselves into the existing bonds and now had Rilliana hanging from a tree. The target was comically right at her eye level.

“Haha, Celine. What an excellent idea!” Rilliana exclaimed in frustration. She could just imagine Trisha and Celine laughing themselves silly on their sofa. And all at her expense!

“As soon as I get out of here, you'll be in for a big surprise!” raged the elf, swinging back and forth like a pendulum until she realized it was pointless and let her head drop.

“Ha… hello?” asked a female voice timidly, and Rilliana immediately looked up.

Behind a tree, she could see a blonde woman who appeared to be dressed in plants. Leaves covered her body and flowers adorned her hair and arm.

“Hello?” Rilliana asked curiously, smiling kindly at the stranger. “Can I help you?”

The woman smiled back shyly and hid a short laugh behind her hand.

“Are you sure you don't need my help instead?”

“What? Oh, that? Well, I hope to free myself from this in the foreseeable future. However, I can't say no to a little helping hand.”

The woman began to smile broadly.

“Well, this little nymph would love to free you. For a small reward, of course.”

Rilliana narrowed her eyes.

“Sounds fair, what could I offer you?”

“Oh, nothing too expensive. And I'm sure you have a lot you could part with. Maybe… Oh… Your voice for a fairy week? Or your shadow? What do we need a shadow for, right? Maybe something even less important? Your first kiss?”

Rilliana had now narrowed her eyes so much that the nymph thought she had just fallen asleep. She didn't know how long a fairy week was, but she sensed that it was much longer than a normal week.

“Hey! Don't fall asleep. I'd be happy with your attention, you know?”

“Aha,” said Rilliana dryly, “you're a real business nymph! So many unimportant things… but unfortunately… haaaa…”

Rilliana paused dramatically and now looked sad.

“What's wrong? I'd be satisfied with your firstborn too.”

“No, that's not it. Unfortunately, you can't free me until all twenty targets are destroyed. That's my job, and if you free me before then, I'll lose it,” said Rilliana sadly, looking down at her shackles.

“But if I destroy the targets for you beforehand…”

“You can free me and I'll give you the right…” Rilliana took a deep breath, as if she needed to collect her thoughts, “to give me advice that I must follow.”

The nymph looked at Rilliana in surprise.

“Advice?”

Rilliana nodded seriously.

“Exactly! Advice. Wise advice that is good for me and that I must strictly follow!” Rilliana explained, nodding knowingly, while the nymph tilted her head and you could almost see the gears turning inside her head.

“So… I can advise you something at some point… and… you have to do it?”

“Correct!”

The nymph looked at Rilliana blankly for a moment, then her expression brightened.

“Agreed!”

A long vine grew out of her hand, which she promptly used as a whip to destroy the first target.

“I'll be right back!” she said brightly and ran off, leaving Rilliana behind.

Not that she had a choice.

“If you can cheat, so can I, Celine,” Rilliana muttered and closed her eyes. The ropes pressed down on her only slightly, and even though she still wished Trisha or Celine had tied them herself, she could still find pleasure in them again. Maybe even meditate in them.

“DONE!” cried the nymph, startling Rilliana. The elf immediately recoiled when the woman stood directly in front of her face. Still trapped by the ropes, she swung backward, only to hang even closer to the nymph's face.

“Ah, fuck! Don't scare me like that, but wow. You finished so quickly? And did you destroy all the targets?“ asked Rilliana.

“Of course! That means I can free you now, and then you'll give me the right to give you some advice.

“As discussed,” added Rilliana, and with a snap, the ropes came loose from the elf. She was gently set down on the ground and stood up smiling.

“Well?” asked the nymph impatiently as she watched Rilliana dust herself off. She cleared her throat and raised her hand.

“I hereby grant you the right to give me advice that I cannot refuse and that is demonstrably to my advantage.”

“I accept the trade!”

The nymph grinned broadly, revealing her pointed teeth. She reached toward Rilliana's throat in a grabbing motion and tried to say something, but no words came out.

“Uh? What's that supposed to mean…?” she asked, trying again with the same result. “What…?”

“Oh? Were you going to give me advice that could be interpreted to my disadvantage?”

“N… NO! I'm advising you…”

Silence.

“WHAT IS THIS?!?”

“It's simple. You can advise me whatever you want, but unfortunately… the advice must be unambiguous and clear and, above all, to my advantage.”

“But… I wanted to advise you to become my slave!”

Rilliana hissed as she drew in a breath.

“Well, unfortunately, that's not to my advantage, is it?”

The nymph stared at Rilliana in disbelief until anger began to boil inside her. Her skin turned pale and the leaves of her clothes withered. Brown and lifeless. Her hair changed from a radiant blonde to an eerie dark blue, almost black. Even the vines were covered with thorns and now looked really painful. The grass beneath her feet died instantly and turned as brown as her dress.

“YOU BETRAYED ME!”

“No,” Rilliana said quickly, raising both index fingers in warning, “I just clarified all the conditions. It's not my problem if you don't know what good advice is. Look, you could rather advise me on how to get better at archery.”

The nymph was now seething with rage.

“As if I'm advising you now to stand steady, concentrate on the shooting sequence, and practice and train with precision!”

Rilliana raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Good advice. I'll follow it. Thank you,” said Rilliana, walking past the nymph and patting her on the shoulder.

“What…?” she asked, turning to Rilliana, who was now picking up her bow and bag.

“I said it was good advice. I'll follow it right away when I train again. Well then… see you later!” said Rilliana, waving goodbye cheerfully as foam came out of the corners of the nymph's mouth.

One thing was certain. The next person who encountered the nymph would not get off so easily. Rilliana just hoped it would be someone other than her, Trisha, or Celine.

 

Rilliana sat at the breakfast table with her arms crossed, glaring at Celine with an angry look. Not that she had any other choice. Her arms were uselessly stuck in one of Celine's creations. She called it a straitjacket, and Rilliana suspected it was made of a mixture of her spider's threads and mucus secretions. She couldn't get up either, as she was strapped to the chair with belts and her legs were stuck in a sack made of the same material as the jacket. Both were strapped tightly around her so that she couldn't take a step without Celine's permission. At first, Rilliana had thought that Trisha was just changing clothes, like her, but after Celine had closed the last buckle of her restraints, she came out with the truth. Trisha had gone back to Leon's Keep. Alone. At her father's request, to carry out a dangerous mission. And apparently, they had deemed it necessary to exclude Rilliana. That had been the reason for her “training.” The countless traps and her subsequent detention with the witch. The latter had definitely been a wise decision, as Rilliana had immediately wanted to be freed so she could run after Trisha. Celine had quickly tightened the straitjacket a little more so that it now clung to Rilliana's body like a third skin, as she was wearing her new suit underneath. She had also lost her right to speak shortly afterwards, as she began to verbally abuse Celine. But after Rilliana had spent the third night as Celine's personal body pillow, she seemed to have calmed down. At least a little. The two sat across from each other again in the morning, and while Celine enjoyed a cup of tea and leafed through a book, Rilliana could do nothing but watch her with her mouth gagged and wait for Celine to deign to give her some food.

“Ohoo oho ooo, OOOHOOO!”

“Save it, Rilliana,” said Celine, not even glancing at the elf as she turned a page, “you can be glad that I've taken you into my heart, otherwise I would have simply hung you upside down in my dungeon and made you suck on a bar of soap.”

“Ohio?”

“Yes, soap,” Celine confirmed, sighing as she put her book aside. “Please understand that Trisha has to do this alone. It's essential for our father that everything goes smoothly, and if Trisha has to worry about you, it's too high a risk for both of you.”

“Oho Hooge oh Hooge!” Rilliana muttered into her gag and looked sullenly at the table.

“Oh, sweetheart. I believe you can take care of yourself, and believe me, Trisha knows that too, but… you're still so inexperienced, so… innocent.”

Rilliana hung her head, and Celine slid over to her.

“But that's not a bad thing, Rilliana… I want you to stay that way for a long time.”

Rilliana nodded hesitantly.

“Are we calmed down now?”

The elf let her head fall defeatedly onto her chest and leaned against Celine.

“You'll see each other again soon. I promise you that.”

Celine removed Rilliana's ring gag and held out a spoonful of porridge, which she remembered from Trisha's and her vacation. A mixture of potatoes and apples.

 

After the bowl was scraped clean, Rilliana felt a little better and willingly opened her mouth to receive the gag again.

“Very commendable of you, but I don't think it will be necessary anymore, will it?” Celine asked, raising an eyebrow. Rilliana shook her head and smiled at her.

“There's my little bondage princess again,” Celine said, stroking her head and clearing the table.

“Can you let me out of here? I'd like to… ”

“Chase after your friend? Rilliana, please, you'll stay nicely wrapped up as you are. I was planning to run a few tests today, but you don't need your arms or legs for that. In fact, the straitjacket is almost perfect for what I have in mind,“ said Celine, unstrapping Rilliana from the chair and laying her on the floor. ”Come on, you're needed in my workshop.”

Celine walked away and Rilliana heard her open a door and go inside. Having no other choice, she began to crawl across the floor like a worm.

“Celine, I really like this jacket, but it would be more practical if I could at least hop to you,” she called after her hostess with effort.

“But then I wouldn't have as much to laugh about. The way you crawl across the floor is just too funny,” Celine's voice echoed through the villa, “and now move! Otherwise, I'll actually hang you in the dungeon.”

“Don't tempt me, I want to see what you're up to!”

Celine snorted loudly and said, “Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to.”

Exhausted, Rilliana finally appeared in the doorway to Celine's workshop and was astonished to see that it looked like Trisha's bathroom. The entire room was lined with the same white stones. Even the walls and ceiling were covered with them. Workbenches and pedestals were scattered throughout the room, each displaying a different material or object.

“There you are at last! Here, let me help you,” said Celine, lifting Rilliana up and sitting her on the edge of a rectangular box.

“So this is where you work?” asked Rilliana, marveling at a machine that seemed to process cobwebs into fabric.

“Among other things. Many of the materials I work with are very delicate until I've refined them, so I've built myself a clean space that's also quick to clean. This is also where I test most of my inventions, and you're going to help me with one of them,” said Celine, searching for something in a few drawers.

“What do I get in return?” asked Rilliana, licking her lips. Celine paused and turned to her.

“You expect me to pay you for this? Rilliana, you're sitting here helpless in a straitjacket…”

“Exactly! Make it appealing to me or let me dangle a little in the basement.”

“That doesn't make sense, sweetheart. But whatever. I'll offer you this,“ said Celine, reaching for a perfume bottle filled with pink liquid.

“I have to confess something to you,“ she said, holding up the perfume, ”I lied when I said I burned everything from the plant. I was able to make this from its remains.”

Rilliana gave her a dark look.

“Celine? What is that?”

“A less potent version of the pollen that attracted Trisha and me to the flower. I'll give you the bottle if you let me test my new invention on you.”

“What exactly does it do?” Rilliana asked suspiciously.

“With just a splash on you, you'd have an unforgettable night with Trisha. However, it won't work if she's not in the mood. It only intensifies existing desires, you could say.”

“How do you know how it works?” Rilliana asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I haven't tested it on you, if that's what you mean. No, I tried it on myself, and let's just say it was a hot self-bondage experience. Too bad you're immune to its effects. Although, I don't think you need it anyway.”

“And it's safe?”

Celine nodded.

“As long as it's just a squirt. Do you think I would risk the lives of my two darlings?” asked Celine.

“How was that again? Why didn't Trisha want to go into the forest?”

Celine's eyebrow twitched.

“I think it's time for your gag again,” she said, taking a ball gag out of a drawer and pushing it into the mouth of the cheeky elf, who was eagerly awaiting it.

“Right, let's get started,” said Celine, as if she had just successfully closed a deal. “You're sitting on my latest invention, but before we do that, we'll put this on you!” she said, pulling a mask out of the same drawer. It was made of the same material as Rilliana's catsuit. Celine pulled the mask over Rilliana's face, and immediately the elf was plunged into complete darkness.

“Does the mask fit you well?” said Celine, and the elf nodded, “Good, then I'll continue!”

Celine helped Rilliana stand up briefly to open the box. The inside was padded and was intended to serve as a soft bed for the elf. Celine lifted the elf and carefully laid her inside. Rilliana wondered what she was doing to her, but even through her many layers of restraints, she could feel that the padding was once again made from the slime secretions.

“Don't be alarmed, dear, it might be a little cramped,” Celine said to the blind elf, closed the lid, and secured the box with three padlocks. Rilliana wondered what Celine meant, as she was in a rather cramped box but could still move around easily.

“Please knock once if nothing happens,” she heard Celine's muffled voice through the box. Rilliana knocked once with her feet.

“Wait a minute.”

Rilliana rolled her eyes. What else was she supposed to do right now?

“Still?”

Rilliana lifted her feet again, but they got stuck halfway. Confused, she tried to see what was going on, but then she remembered that she was still wearing the mask. It didn't matter, though, because the next moment her head was pushed down by the padding. A moment later, she felt the same pressure all over her body, and it grew stronger and stronger until the material covered her entire body and prevented her from moving.

“Rilliana?”

“MMMMH MMMHHH!” the elf screamed into the gag.

“Ah, it seems to be working! Perfect!” said Celine, tapping on the box.

“I have something else to confess to you, Rilliana. I received a letter from Trisha this morning, and she wants me to send you to her at Leon's Keep. I think I'll do that now. Say hello to Trisha for me when you get there, and come visit if you need a break from the big city again. Goodbye, Rilli.”

Rilliana blinked under her mask.

Why am I not surprised that she's sending me to Trisha by mail? Well, at least I'm comfortable. Rilliana thought and closed her eyes. Outside the box, Celine stood smiling.

“Take a little break before the storm, little elf,” she whispered, looking at her sister's letter.

Celine lifted the box with her magic and loaded it onto Jeffrey's carriage along with the rest of Rilliana and Trisha's luggage.

“Take good care of the luggage, Jeffrey!” she instructed the coachman, who bowed before her.

“With my life, Miss Celine,” he said, climbing into the carriage and urging the horses to move.