Wild Sorcery - Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Disguise

Thom went with me to a small dressing room where another member of the Cabal awaited me.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. “I’m Ariat.”

This friendly girl's narrow eyes were the color of fresh green apples. Her medium-length, wavy hair was the color of yellowed ivory, and worn in an attractive style. She had an muscular figure, almost towering over me, though I am not a short woman. Her outfit was mostly green and blue, resembling closely a fortune teller's garb, and seemed designed to produce a feeling of comfort.

“Please go into the side room,” she said, pointing to a small door. “And dress in the garment you will find there. Keep nothing else on.”

A little nervously, I stepped in and closed the door behind me, then I saw the garment draped across a small chair.

It was a skin-tight suit of leather that would cover all of me but my head and feet. Even long gloves to cover my hands were a part of it. I held it up to the light. The leather was black as night, but oiled and polished so it shone in the firelight like obsidian. I was very sceptical. It looked too small, too tight, and I doubted that I could get into it.

But I thought of my deal with the god and carefully pulled it on. I found that the well-oiled leather stretched and I was able to put it on. Then I spent a moment running my hands over the shiny black leather. It clung to my every line, every curve, from my ankles, up my long legs, over every curve of my hips, ass and chest, and out along my arms to my wrists. It was especially tight in my crotch, where I couldn't keep the leather from being pulled tightly into the crack of my ass.

The only place where the suit did not feel especially constrictive was around my breasts. My breasts were still faithfully outlined, down to the small bumps of my nipples, but they weren't held tightly in place. When I moved, the suit allowed my breasts to bounce and sway as if I wasn't wearing anything at all. I was a little apprehensive as I stepped back out of the side room back to Ariat and Thom.

“Wow!” he said on seeing me. “You look great!”

“Really?’ I asked.

“Definitely,” Ariat agreed. “Please sit down,” she said, waving to a chair.

I was still uneasy about the whole plan. “Are you sure I have to do this?”

“It is the only way of getting into the castle,” Thom said with certitude.

I stared at him for a moment, then sat down with a sigh. He knelt before me and grabbed one knee-high boot and held it to my left foot. He pulled it up until my foot was firmly seated in it while Ariat pushed me into the other. When those were done, they both helped me to stand. Then I tottered on needle-thin six inch heels.

“Woah!” Thom said, catching me before I could fall. He pulled me against him and held me steady. “I want you to fall for me, but not like that! Not just yet, anyway,” he added, eyeing the glistening ebony suit that showed off every line and curve of my body.

I could not help but giggle at his antics.

Ariat sighed. “Save it, Thom,” she said and picked up the next part of my outfit. It was a thick-boned corset the same shining black as the suit. I raised my arms and took a deep breath as she wrapped it around my waist.

“Uh!” I grunted as she pulled the laces tight. “Isn’t that a -uh!- very tight!”

“Of course it is!” she snapped. “If you were brought in with a loose corset, don’t you think they would notice?”

“Mhm!” I moaned as she jerked the laces again. “But does it have to be -so- tight?”

“Yes,” she said. “Now don’t talk, and hold your breath!”

I obeyed her and was silent while she finished lacing up the corset and tying off the laces. When she finished she stepped back and gave me a ringing slap on the ass.

“How does that feel?” she asked.

“Like you need a flogger,” I said with an insouciant grin. Ariat groaned at my joke and spanked me again. “It feels tight,” I said more seriously. “I can hardly turn my body, but I can breathe.” Only if I take shallow breaths, I added silently.

I am sure she knew that anyway, because she nodded understandingly.

Thom then turned away and picked up a tight kid leather hood, the same shiny black as everything else. “Gather your hair, please,” he said.

I obeyed, pulling my long hair together at the back of my head.

Ariat took it from me and gathered it tighter. “If there’s anything loose, it will be very uncomfortable later one,” she said softly.

She slipped it all through a small hole in the back of the hood, then Thom pulled the entire hood over my head and neck. I tried to smooth it down, but Ariat slapped my hands away. “No, you can’t see; let me do it.”

Obediently, I lowered my hands to my sides and let her arrange the hood to her satisfaction. When she finished, she laced the hood closed until it clung tight on my face, not a wrinkle or fold out of place. There was a hole for my mouth, two for my eyes, and tiny holes for my nose. Otherwise, I was now gleaming black leather from the top of my head to the points on my ridiculously over-heeled shoes.

“Hang on,” Thom said, then walked away; I tried to turn to follow him with my gaze, but the narrow eyeholes restricted my vision, the corset kept me from turning properly, and I almost fell off the high heels, and Ariat had to catch me.

Momentarily, Thom returned with a mirror that he held up where I could see it. “What do you think?” he asked.

I gasped in astonishment. My hair, the only part of me uncovered, gleamed as prettily as the leather, so it made a part of the ebony beauty who looked back at me from out of the mirror. The apparition before me wore my shape, for the polished black leather picked out my every curve in astonishing detail. I stood tall and graceful on my long legs and towering heels, with a head of long black hair tumbling across my shoulders and down my back. I had round breasts that stood proudly from my chest, my nipples stood out through the leather like buttons. My waist was narrowed by the tight corset, flowing into wide hips. Sven the slit of my bare pussy stood out perfectly in shining black leather.

“You look fantastic!” Ariat exclaimed.

“Yes,” I agreed softly.

“There is no way the sorcerers will be able to resist you!” Thom said.

For a moment we stood in silent contemplation, then Thom shook himself loose from his reverie. “We’ve got to hurry!” he said. “Not much time left!” He went and grabbed an odd item that looked somewhat like a narrow sack with straps and buckles depending from it. “Put your arms behind you,” he ordered.

I obeyed, putting my hands together in the small of my back. Hhe slid the sack up over my hand, then pulled it up over my arms. It enveloped my arms all the way to my shoulders, then he took the straps and wrapped them over my shoulders and across my breasts, then buckled them tight, holding the armbinder in place.

While Thom did that, Ariat whom I was facing away from, took other straps and buckled them tightly about the armbinder at my wrists, and above and below my elbows, drawing them together until they touched, dragging a groan of discomfort from me and forcing my breasts to thrust out. It also cut off my breathing terribly.

“Ariat-” I gasped.

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s unavoidable. Don’t panic, your muscles will loosen up.”

I tried to breathe as deeply and slowly as I could while she went and got the next piece of my bondage. By the time she came back my breathing was somewhat better.

It was good there was not much more to do, because I was already almost panicking. Already I was completely helpless. If the plan did not work, I would be utterly trapped and in the hands of my worst enemies. But somehow I was enjoying myself. The harsh bondage, my helplessness, the sight of my fantastic body meeting my gaze in the mirror. It all added to a heat rising within me, a heat that made me long for Thom’s touch. Or Ariat’s touch. Or anybody’s touch. The next piece of my bondage Ariat brought did not help ease either my arousal or my fright. It was a round gag made from some leather-like material the exact same shade of ebon black as the rest of my bonds.

“Open wide,” she said, raising it to my mouth.

I was terribly reluctant to be gagged and made utterly helpless, but I was also terribly eager to be gagged and made utterly helpless. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. The ball popped into my mouth, and I tried pushing on it with my tongue, but it was stuck; there was no way I could get it out without help, bound as I was.

But Thom had to make absolutely sure. The ball hung on two long straps that dangled down from the corners of my mouth. He turned me to face away from him, then took the straps and pulled them back behind my head. He threaded one through the other then pulled them tight.

“Mhmm!” I protested as he pulled them an extra notch tighter, and then buckled them together

“Almost done,” Thom promised, slapping my ass again. “Just two things more.”

“Mhm!” I grunted angrily as Ariat went for them.

She brought back a tall collar and a handful of chain. Thom held up the tall collar and brought it to my neck: it was thick and stiff and went the whole length of my neck: it was a stock more than a collar. When he buckled it in place I couldn’t raise or lower my head at all, and I could barely turn it from side to side.

“Mhmm!” I cried, fright overcoming arousal.

“Aw,” he said, wrapping his arms around me: he pulled me against his broad chest and gently caressed my upthrust breasts. “Don’t worry. I’ll be with you the whole way!”

“Mhmmm,” I murmured with closed eyes, arousal again ascendant. He continued to caress me, slowly working one hand down to the mound between my legs. “Mhmmmm,” I moaned softly as he teased at my slit, slowly working his way between my pussy lips clearly outlined in the tight suit.

“All right,” Ariat snapped. “That’s enough!”

Regretfully, he removed his hands.

“Mhmm?” I protested.

“Sorry, black beauty,” she said. “We have to finish getting you ready. Although,” she added, putting her hands to my leather-covered breasts, I moaned as she softly kneaded them. “Later there may be time for real fun!”

She was right, unfortunately, and I earnestly hoped there would be time later. Thom took the chain in his hands and carefully sorted it out. He clipped one end to a steel loop on the end of my armbinder, then ran the rest down my legs. The chain split toward the bottom, ending in two thick leather cuffs that Thom locked around my ankles, tightly hobbling me.

Ariat departed to report on my progress and Thom turned to go and fetch the last piece of my bondage, then stopped and glanced back. “You won’t go anywhere while I’m gone, will you?”

I screamed out muffled curses and he laughed, turning away to grap up a long black leather leash which he clipped to my collar, making me truly helpless.

Thom wrapped the leash around his hand and held me helplessly still. “So, black beauty,” he said huskily. “Are you ready?”

I considered the question and shrugged best I could.

He laughed and jerked on my leash, pulled me a step forward so I almost fell into him. “I didn’t say what you should be ready for!” he chided me.

Then he pulled on my leash once more, drawing me to him, and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me on my gagged lips. I melted against Thom, bound and aroused by his hand, only a helpless plaything now. I moaned as that old heat mounted, pleasure ran through me. Thom’s free hand dropped to my enslaved pussy and roughly rubbed me there. Then the door opened and he quickly disengaged and stepped back, dropping his hands to his sides.

Yarmout, the fox-demon peered in through the open door. “Is she ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” Thom said a little breathlessly. “Yes,” he repeated stronger. “She’s ready to go now.”

“Good. I’ll tell the others,” Yarmout turned around and departed, slamming the door behind him.

“Mhmm?” I whimpered to Thom, staring pleadingly at him.

He chuckled, a little sadly, and caressed my chin. “Sorry, black beauty. It looks like that will have to wait until this business is done.”

But when this business is done, I’ll be a man! I practically wailed, but gagged as I was, he could not understand a word.

Continued in Chapter 27

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