The great red dragon reached out to grope the young maiden’s breast. She tried to turn away, but it was no use; her arms were held high above her head by a set of heavy iron shackles secured firmly to the cavern wall. The dragon extended his claws and cut through her clothing, making quick work of her bodice and dress, careful not to scar the smooth, tender skin he was baring. She trembled as she felt his hot breath on her bare naked body, but try as she might she had no hope of breaking out of the shackles; she may as well have been held by the mountain itself…
Velicia felt consciousness returning to her, and groaned sofly, her pleasantly erotic dream fading from her mind. She tried to latch onto the fading images. She certainly didn’t want to interrupt it, but something was calling her mind back to the waking world.
She tried to stretch and work the kinks out of her body, only to find her arms stuck behind her back. She tugged, harder, but it was no use. Her arms were held tight and secure against her back, and she could feel her elbows touch each other at the small of her back. An attempt to stretch her legs revealed they two were bound and she could not separate them.
Groaning again, she opened her eyes hesitantly, only to be greeted with the same inky blackness she saw with them closed. Her mouth was also filled with a large leather wad, and nothing she could do would dislodge it.
The half-asleep elf began to panic. She pushed and struggled against her bondage, but it was no use, she could hardly move. Only her legs responded, and they as a single joined limb. Her arms were completely immobile, and she could barely bend her waist or neck. She finally settled down on her side, wimpering softly.
As her mind finally pushed herself to wakefulness, the extent of her predicament became clearer. A skin-tight bodysuit covered her whole body. It was quite comfortable, and had the gentle touch of soft leather, despite being quite rigid in many places. A single leg sleeve forced her legs tightly together; she could bend easily at the hips and knees, but her feet were held at a rigid ballet point. She could feel no heel, and knew standing would be impossible. Similarly, a single sleeve held her arms tightly behind her back. Despite the tightness, the position was comfortable for the lithe young elf. The length of the sleeve was joined to the rest of the suit, giving her no room for struggle. Her waist and neck were held rigidly, feeling mostly like a corset and posture collar. A hood covered the entirety of her head, holding in the large leather gag. She could see nothing through it, nor could she hear anything; it appeared to be blocking sound as well.
Velicia rolled onto her stomach with a sigh. She was decidedly calm, despite her predicament and initial panic. Although this particular bondage suit was new, she was familiar with the spells that did this to her, and she would be let out when she was ready, even if that was generally well after she thought she was ready.
Even if anyone had been present to rescue her, it would be no use. The suit had no seams, lacing, or openings, and might as well have been a second skin for the elf trapped inside. Despite a clear corsetting around the waist there was no apparent boning, and the only hints of arms was a gentle ridge down her back.The only distinguishing feature for the entire suit were the lightly glowing arcane runes scattered across it.
The only hint would be a mysterious, leather bound tome sitting on the table next to the bed, glowing runes, matching the pattern on the leather suit, decorating it. On the front and the spine, large glowing letters read, “Codex Captivitas.”
To be continued (hopefully)