The Untold Origin of Spellbinder

by Vladi the Wizard 

Spellbinder is owned by Harmony Communications, and Vladi the Wizard by myself. Any similarities between people, places, things, or whatnot are purely coincidental and a figment of my own, and no one else's, twisted imagination.

Part Four - Truths and Consequences

Chapter 10 - How Does a Wizard Measure a Heroine?

Conscious came slowly to Spellbinder. It took her a few moments to regain her bearings, and when she did finally do so, she momentarily wished that she had not woken up.

First, she could see that she was not in the same warehouse that she had been captured in. Though, it was dark in her surroundings, it smelled different, and she then realized that she was still in her costume. Completely. That surprised her a little bit, but didn't spend too much time on that as she continued to take in her surroundings.

Second, she realized that she was hanging in mid-air. That surprised her the most, in that there didn't seem to be any logical reason for this, as she felt no restraints about her wrists that would be holding them up above her head as they were, or at her ankles, which were out to her sides, so that she was floating in an inverted-Y position.

As her eyes cleared from her forced sleep, she saw that there were strange glowing marbles that were circling her wrists over her head. Looking down, she noticed that there were two more of those glowing marbles circling her red booted ankles, while three other marbles were in orbits around her body, one around her head, one at shoulder level and the other at waist level. They were glittering as they glowed, and seemed to be shifting in intensity and hue, but she didn't focus too much on those, as she saw that she was being held over and inside the perimeter of a strange circular drawing on the floor.

Vladi stood to the side, watching Spellbinder as she started to move as she regained consciousness. He had her held above a spell circle, held in place by special orbs which were measuring her abilities and the strength of them. He glanced over to the table beside him, where there was a number of open scrolls, one scroll for each orb, and floating above the scrolls were mystical quills, which started to scribble on the scrolls the measurements that the orbs were measuring from the heroine.

The wizard was looking at getting information on every part of the heroine's costume, from her red cape, to her red, white and blue body suit, her red gloves and boots, as well as her mask, and cape. At this time, most of the activity of the quills was over the scroll for her bodysuit, with a lesser amount of writing on the scroll of her mask, but no activity yet over the other scrolls. He considered that it was probably because those bits of her costume were not being used yet, as she was not able to use her arms or legs.

Jennifer then saw Vladimire. He was standing outside the circumferance of the circle, which was glowing a bit, and keeping what was inside the circle (her) in a field of illumination, while he was outside that illumination in the shadows. And, as he was a dark man, with dark hair, and wearing black, he was very hard to see. But, she saw him. She then turned her attention to a table next to him, and a bunch of papers on top of it, being written on by floating feathers!

It was just getting weirder and weirder for her. Of course, Jen knew that such things should be expected when one wears clothes that are given by a god, but she had never expected anything like this. She was more curious than scared, and it seemed like the strange floating marbles that were holding her where enough of number and spaced just right so that she wasn't in any particular distress, at the time.

She pulled a bit at her arms, and tried to bring her legs in together under her, and she was able to move somewhat, but not very much. Maybe an inch or so, as if she was trying to move in very thick mud. The heroine saw that while she was straining to move, that the floating quills were writing furiously on the paper that was rolled out on the table, parchment between two scroll rolls, rolls that slowly turned to keep the parchment moving under the quills. She could see the writing, but it looked entirely alien to her.

"What are you doing, wizard?!" Jennifer called out to Vladimire, looking at him and giving him a look that was so often successful when intimidating the criminals that she often faced. However, he was not one of those that would be intimidated by a person's visage.

"I am taking note of what your costume does for you, my dear Jennifer Stewart. What you see here," he said, motioning to the table beside him and the floating quills, "is my way of measuring your abilities as Spellbinder." He went behind the table and leaned over to read the parchment that had been written upon by the automatic writing of the mystical quills.

"Do they tell you how pissed off I am right now??" the heroine then demanded, giving him enough force of her voice to convince him of her lie. She really wasn't angry, as she was still in too much awe by all that she was seeing. The heroine wasn't afraid, because she knew that she wasn't in any danger, and she didn't have that feeling within that would indicate that he meant her any harm. If she was upset at all, it was at herself for getting caught in the first place. She should of waited for backup from the police department, but she very rarely asked for such. Sure, she knew that the SHS knew were she had gone, which is probably why she was in a different location, Jen deduced. Vladi had known that, as well, and had moved them to another location, once she had been defeated.

"It would appear that most of your energies are going to escape from my hold upon you, as well as to observe your surroundings. Such is what I am discerning from the recordings taken from your body suit, and your mask. Logical in the utility of powers, of course," Vladimire spoke, as he looked over the parchment, but Spellbinder could not really be sure if he was talking to her, or to himself. He looked up from the papers to her, and her breath caught in her throat at his eyes, which seemed to be even brighter than normal. She suspected it had more to do with his magic than anything else, but it was still disconcerting to her.

"Of course I am trying to get away from you!!" Jennifer spat, as she gave another aggressive shaking of her body to try to pull her arms and legs free. She could feel the strength within herself, that strength that had fled her under the strands of the net that caught her, but the wizard's magic was much more powerful than the muscles of the superheroine.

"But, why am I not getting anything here from your boots or your gloves? I can understand your cape, as that is most probably for your flight powers," the mage asked. Jen didn't correct him that she could not fly, but let him suspect that she could, as there were rumors that she did, given by those that had seen her using her cape as a para-wing, but had not known the difference between a controlled fall and glide, and actual flight.

Vladi came out from behind the table and moved closer to the magical circle. He could walk within it, but he didn't want to get too close to her as that it may interfere with the recording of the magical quills. His gaze went up along the heroine, from the tip of her red boots several inches off the floor, along her long legs to her flat muscular stomach, to her large thrusting breasts, to her lovely face, then along her strong arms to her gloved fingers, which were opening and closing in an apparent grasping for freedom. It was not a displeasing sight to him. Not in the very least, and he took several moments to just admire the physique and beauty of the helpless superheroine.

Jen noticed how he was looking at her, and felt her heart start to pump a bit faster in her chest. It was different from the fight or flight adrenaline that she was so accustomed to in her heroic duties, much different. She was hanging helpless in front of the man that had defeated and captured her, and she was starting to get ...

"Let me DOWN!!" Spellbinder yelled at the wizard, more scared by her own voice than by the situation. She struggled again, looking up at her hands as she pulled down at them, seeing the orbiting marble glowing brighter and shifting it's hues like there was a rainbow caught in a blender within. She struggled harder, and saw that the small crystal orb was glowing brighter in response, and looked down to the table to see one of the quills scribbling like mad, the rolls of the scroll in continual movement as the parchment rolled under the mystical feathers. The feather over the page for her mask was making some notations, and Jennifer knew that it was as she was trying to perceive what was happening to her, that her mask was enhancing her senses to better see in the dark that that quill was recording.

"No.. no.. not yet, Spellbinder," Vladimire answered her demand, his eyes returning to hers. She saw no malice there, no antagonism, no anger, only a resoluteness to his task. She stopped her struggling, as she felt it was serving her no purpose. She didn't feel tired, and knew that the costume was adding to her endurance and vitality as well as her strength. But, she was no where near as strong enough to break from the magical hold the wizard had her in. She wondered if Wonder Woman would be strong enough. Surely Supergirl would be. But, she was no where in their league.

"It looks like I still have much more to learn about your costume. You see, only your mask and suit seem to be active with you, but nothing else? Why is that?" Vladi asked, looking back to the mostly blank pages under the quills for the marbles for her cape and gloves and boots.

Jen wondered if Wonder Woman or Supergirl had to ever go through such indignations. Surely they would of mopped up the ground with Vladimire before he ever got within a half mile of either of them! Still, she knew that she was alone here and had to deal with him in her own way, as she was the heroine that he had, and she didn't imagine that any rescue was coming for her anytime soon.

"Why do you even want to know, Vladimire??" Spellbinder asked, looking to put the onus back on her captor to answer questions, to learn about him what she could to better her chances of escape. Also, it helped her mind get away from her body, to concentrate more on the logical and not the physical. Jen didn't want to be thinking what the handsome mage was thinking about her, and how she must look, all spread out and helpless before...

"Tell me!!" Spellbinder shouted, to interrupt her train of thoughts which was getting away from her, her eyes wide and lips quivering as she willed Vladimire to tell her why she was where she was.

Vladi smiled, as she could see that the heroine was going through some mighty powerful emotions at the time. Feelings which she had not faced before, as she had never been defeated before, and now was helpless before the man that had captured her. He was centuries old, and had been to many worlds on many planes, and had witnessed such things hundreds, if not thousands, of times. Some would react with fear, some with terror, and some with hopeless dejection. Spellbinder was acting as if in anger, as some do, but he could recognize something else within her, something that many did, but even fewer admitted to.

"Yes, you are right, Spellbinder, I must admit," Vladi stated as he moved up to the edge of the circle to stand before her. He saw that she was curious, and that she had a certain scent to her that was starting to swell from within her, which was confirmed by the tightness of her nipples pressing against the satin striped widths of fabric which seems to be barely containing herself. Spellbinder was not struggling anymore, but he noted that she was not hanging still in dejected defeat, but slowly squirming as a schoolgirl, unable to sit still in class while waiting for the recess bell to ring.

"I did not just capture you to discover your strengths and powers that you gained from that magic box of yours," the wizard continued, keeping ahold of the superheroine's gaze with his own. He was not one to use the powers of hypnotism or mind control on others, as he knew others in his place often did. But, he also knew the power his eyes did have on others, especially women. He understood that much of it had to do with the very light shade of blue of his irises, but also knew that the centuries have given him great experience in dealing with a person's psyche, through subtle body language and facial cues. He knew how to hold a person's attention, to draw them in to give to him what he sought, without need of force, or threat of force. Not that he didn't use such methods in the past. Not that he didn't enjoy using such methods when necessary.

"But, also to find out more about the curse that was put upon the box and it's contents," the wizard stated. He stopped and smiled, as he didn't want to go any further with the heroine in that regards, as he wanted to hear and see her reaction to that, as any good interrogation was a delicate dance of give and take, not a brutal stampede of violence to get out an answer, which is always suspect and never reliable under torture. Though, he would not deny to himself that sometimes the torture would be more about punishment and less about answers. Then, it would be understandable. But, now wasn't the time for that, he knew.

"Wha... What curse??" Jennifer asked, but she knew all to well what the curse was. It was the curse that allowed her to lose her powers and to have been defeated by a mere net. It had been the strands of rope that had caused her strength to fade to a point where she was no longer able to stay conscious.

"This one," the Vladimire answered the heroine, and held up a short length of rope. It seemed to just had appeared in his hand by magic, and at that, she should not of been surprised. But, Jen was more alarmed by the rope, which she recognized as the rope that she had broken to free Becky from her bondage from her kidnappers a few months ago. She could not forget that piece of rope, because it had been in her dreams since then. The rope which had caused her such a strange and unusual feeling. A feeling of weakness which she was afraid of. Not as much for the weakness it caused as strength left her muscles, but the intensity of sensation that it also seemed to cause her, especially sexually.

Chapter Eleven - The Power of Weakness

Jennifer didn't know how to answer. She knew that she shouldn't answer, that she mustn't confirm to the wizard what he as asking of her. But, she suspected that he had already known the answer. After all, he had devised the trap of the netting, and that had confirmed his suspicion of her weakness, or as he said, her curse.

Spellbinder stared at the rope in Vladimire's hand. She couldn't draw her eyes from it. Not that the rope in itself was remarkable, as it was just a normal length of white nylon rope that is found in thousands of hardware stores. It was only about eighteen inches and frayed where she had pulled it apart from itself, but it was more about what it implied to her that caused her to be unable to remove her gaze from it. It was it's threat ... it's promise... of turning her body on, as it removed her strength and powers.

Vladi took in the heroine as she stared at the rope. The way that her eyes dilated, and her nipples stiffened, and the change of her squirming from her shoulders to her hips. He saw the subtle change to her posture as her breathing deepened as she shook her head a bit, her long thick brown hair moving about her shoulders and back as she tried to deny herself what the rope meant to her. But, he could see that she could not, as her eyes never left the rope.

"Now this... this," Vladi said, thrusting out the rope closer to the heroine, his motion actually taking his arm and the rope past the mystical lines and into the circle where Spellbinder floated. All the quills started to move, as the rope was within the magical field, so now directly influencing the heroine's costume and abilities, though in a very small and minor fashion. "This is your curse, isn't it?"

Jennifer unconsciously strained her toes to the floor, wanting to get in contact with the ground, as she had a desire to be grounded with reality. It was getting all too unreal, as she could feel the rope, though it was still a foot or so away from her. Surely, it was more of Vladimire's magic trickery, she thought as she stared at the rope, refusing to answer him, though she knew that he was absolutely right, and that what he held in his hand was her curse.

"Oohhhhh.... dammit... yes... yes it is!" she cursed quietly, her voice barely carrying past the mystical lines of the floor to Vladi's eager ears. He smiled, knowing that once the first question had been answered, once the first breach of her resistance was made, it would all be that much easier for him to find the answers to the questions that he had.

Jennifer felt a strange sense of relief with her admission. It was the admitting of a truth to her that she had been wanting to deny since she had first made contact with that rope, that rope had a very powerful impact upon her. An impact that was just as powerful psychologically to her as it was physically. On one hand, she wanted to move away from the rope that Vladimire was holding before her, but, in a strange and perversely fascinating way, she wanted to know more about how it did, and would, actually affect her.

"But, that's wrong!! It's wrong, dammit!! I shouldn't have this ... that... happen to me!" Jen protested, aloud, though most of her protests were within herself, but she had to state them out loud. Out loud to the wizard, so that he would give credence to her fears. Her fear that this curse would make her less of a heroine.

"But, it has happened to you, Spellbinder! Don't you see, that with your great powers, there has to be a price that is paid?" Vladi asked as he brought the rope out from within the magic circle, noting that there was a slight and almost imperceptible reaction to Jennifer as she relaxed ever so slightly within the hold of the orbs, while the quills ceased their recordings, except for at the mask and suit parchments. "Life is always in search of balance, in all things. Why should the powers given to mortals by the gods be any different?"

Jennifer hung her head down, her chin cropping to her her chest and over the blue fabric of her blue halter collar that attaches to her red and white breast coverings, her long brown hair fanning down between her and the wizard as she closed her eyes to calm herself and settle her mind of it's turmoil. How did other heroines, do this, she wondered? Heroines like Supergirl, whose weakness was kryptonite. How did she handle such things? What happened to her the first time she felt the weakness from the kryptonite? Was she feeling much the same way she was, Jen wondered.

She smiled and then brought her head up, facing Vladimire with a new determination to her, as she knew that even though Supergirl did have a weakness to kryptonite, she was still the most powerful heroine around, and she didn't quit! And, neither would she!

"Yes, and I WILL pay that price, wizard! As long as there is injustice in the world, and as long as there are those in distress that will need my help, I will be there!" Spellbinder said, proudly. She wished that she was free to stand with her hands on her hips when she made such a declaration, but the truth of the statement depended not upon how one stood on the ground, but where one stood in their heart!

"Bravo, Miss Stewart! Bravo!" the wizard stated, smiling grandly to the heroine and giving her a congratulatory bow to her bravery. "I certainly am not here to try to convince you NOT to be what you are, you must understand. See, I greatly admire you superheroines. I think you all are fantastical creatures. You are so amazingly special. Something that many planes and worlds do not have."

Jennifer could tell that the mage was not being facetious, and actually did speak with a degree of awe in his voice about the way he viewed superheroines.

"If that is so, then why fight us? Why did you capture me?! If you really believe that, Vladimire, then LET ME GO!" Spellbinder thrust her words towards her opponent like javelins of logic, which she hoped would pierce his need for revenge against her, and he would see the error of his ways and release her. It did not take her long to see that her words did not have the affect upon him as she desired.

"How does one better themselves? By consistently training themselves, no? What is the best training, but practical applications of your abilities? And, when do we learn the best lessons, but in our failures, no?" Vladi stated as he stood before the floating heroine. He noted how she held herself within the orbs, as if constantly straining to be up on her toes, her chest thrusting out proudly as if standing on a precipice, proclaiming her superiority to the world, and to him. Yet, though her head was above his, and she was looking down to the tall wizard, he was the one that was in total control here. And, they both knew it.

"So, you are saying that you are making me a better heroine by doing THIS to me??" Jen asked in scornful disbelief, looking up at the pulsating crystal orb that rotated around her wrists over her head.

"Yes. Doesn't knowing what curse has been placed upon your costume, what weakness you have, doesn't that allow you to prepare against it in the future?"

Jennifer could not deny the logic of that argument, but it did not help her feel any better, regardless of his truth. Perhaps she was trying things the wrong way, she thought with a sudden inspiration. Perhaps she should not try to fight his questionings, but try to change their direction.

"Look.. Vladimire. You know who I am. You have been to my place and found out my secret. That is obvious. You have done something that NO ONE has ever done before," Spellbinder admitted, her large brown eyes going to his slightly almond shaped pale eyes. "I know that I have no way to fight against your powerful magic, so, is there anyway for you to let me down, so that we can just sit and talk like two grown adults and talk this all out?"

Vladi tilted his head a bit to the side, looking at her from a different angle, as if a cat was looking at a mouse, and Jen felt a chill go through her, and realized that she had just crossed a dangerous line.

"So, you think that I am being childish, do you? Hrmmmm.... I suppose that wanting to get some measure of revenge for being assaulted can be seen as childish, and I am sure that you have seen so much of this child like behavior, that you are able to recognize it so very easily, no?" the mage said, as he brought his two large hands together in front of him, to take the short strand of rope into his palms.

"Yes, I have to admit that since coming to this world, I have been finding it harder and harder to control my ... childish emotions, and that all too often, I let my spontaneous need for immediate gratifications get the better of me, and end up ... capturing and ... tormenting some heroine!" the wizard continued, though the superheroine did not know how close to the truth of the matter he really was admitting. He was correct in his belief that life was a balancing act, and so was his own, though his was a balance along the lines between light and dark, good and evil. And, while he put the search for knowledge ahead of laws and the social norms that he found himself in, he did have compassion and empathy for his fellow beings. But, sometimes that changed to a selfishness that he felt for doing what he wanted and when he wanted and how he wanted. Exactly as a child.

And, a child with awesome magical powers, was a very dangerous thing, indeed.

Chapter Twelve - Arousal

Jen's eyes went to the wizard's hands, as he started to pull on the rope that he held in his left hand out with his right hand. She watched in amazement as the short rope was steadily getting longer and longer, as he would pull out a length from his left hand, loop it and grip again in his right, then pull again. She watched as the rope got longer... and longer... and longer.

"Wha.. What are you doing, Vladimire??" Spellbinder asked, finally tearing her gaze away from the ever increasing length of rope. She knew what he was doing, or at least, what he probably was going to be doing shortly. He would be using that rope on her. She felt a tinge in her loins at that thought.

"What I am doing, is getting some more rope, as what I had was too short for my intentions," he answered her, as he finally stopped pulling on the rope from inside his closed left hand. He then took the rope's ends together and then released the held loop, to allow them to fall so that he could better handle the two strands, getting them ready for Spellbinder.

Jennifer looked again from his eyes to his hands and the much longer white rope, which he was moving about in his hands as he was preparing it for his unknown intention. Now, he was starting to scare her. She still knew that he would not be hurting her, but she was more scared now of him revealing something from inside her that she didn't want anyone to see. Not even herself!

She didn't know what he could really do with the rope, as she was already held and helpless before him. She pulled again at her wrists and ankles, and was only awarded with the sight of the quills floating over the scrolls and inscribing more of that strange writing, which she suspected was some type of magical writing that only the wizard, and those like him, could understand.

Spellbinder took a deep breath as the wizard walked into the diameter of the magic circle, and stood before her. Again, she could feel the influence of the rope as it came inside the perimeter of the circle, and saw over his shoulder that all the quills were now scribbling on their particular parchments, so understood that her entire costume was being affected in one degree or another by the approaching rope.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jen then moaned as she felt the rope being wrapped around her waist by Vladimire. He took the doubled strands around her body, and then brought the ends and passed them through the loop at the other end, then pulled the ropes snuggly up against her body. It wasn't a restraining tie, as there was nothing for him to attach the ropes around her waist to, so she was confused as to it's purpose. However, there was no confusing the impact of the sensations that the rope had immediately upon her, as the rope was pulled against her bare flesh of her stomach and torso.

"Oooohhhhhhhh... mmm.... mmmyyyy... uuhhhhhhhh..." Spellbinder groaned as she felt the rope tighten into her flanks. She sucked her stomach in, in an attempt to pull away from the rope, but the wizard only pulled the ropes tighter into the loop, so that they rope dug into her flesh when she finally exhaled. She could now feel her strength truly draining away from her, seemingly to pull into the strands at her waist. The mage had allowed her to have her full powers in order to measure them while she was held in his mystical grasp, but now, her situation was drastically changing.

"What's the matter, Spellbinder? Not liking the feeling?" he asked, as he released the ends, which dropped to the floor and gave her a little bit of slack. It didn't help her at all, as the rope was still in contact with her skin. The wizard moved around to the back of her, and she could then feel him working at her cape, and then a moment later it was detached from the back of her blue choker attachment of her body suit. Jen saw one of the quills suddenly drop to the table to lay limply on one of the scrolls, and she took that to be the one for the cape.

The superheroine did not have time think much more about that, as she felt, then saw the mages hand come through between her legs, to take ahold of the twin lines dangling down from the waist ropes just under her navel. She blinked, then tossed her head back and moaned as the mage pulled his arm back behind her, which he had pressed up to slide along her crotch as he did so.

"Jeeeeezzzzzzzzzuuuusssssssssssssssssss..." Spellbinder moaned as the sensations of the touch against her sex shoot through her body, from her pussy to her toes and finger tips, her nipples hard at attention and her sex flooding in response. Facing the ceiling, she shook her head, her long brown hair brushing along her back as she tried to get a handle on why the rope would so awaken her sensations while weakening her body and her powers. It made no sense to her. But, there was no mistaking the power of them within her.

"Feeling a bit ... tender there, Miss Stewart? Then, I am sure that this will really drive you to distraction," the mage chuckled, as he took the ends up and passed them between her back and the horizontal ropes around her waist. 

Spellbinder wondered a moment what he meant, and twisted her head a bit to try to see him behind her, when she felt the ropes being pulled up into her crotch, as the wizard pulled down on the ends, bringing the vertical lines up snug against her.

"Uuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jen moaned as the ropes were pulled up into her, as the mage pulled down more and more on them. She could feel her tight star spangled blue bottoms being pressed up into her by the growing pressure, and her pussy was getting hotter and wetter as it happened, though from the strain of the pressures into her, or the predicament she was no in, she didn't really know. Though, she was suspecting a bit of both, as she could feel her sexual excitement growing.

"Da... da... dammit oooohhhhhh Vladi.... st... sto... stop this!! Uuuuhhhhh... plea.. .please," the superheroine pleaded, her head lolling on her shoulders as she brought her head around, looking around the dark room for anything to draw her attention away from the growing fire in her loins.

"Not until I have this little crotch rope of yours ready", the mage replied, as he wiggled the rope aggressively, working it up further into her before cinching them up snug at the horizontal strands and then knotting it secure at the T-junction of the ropes. He then moved to the side, to watch the heroine writhe against the ropes.

And, writhe Spellbinder did! Vladi was better able to see how she squirmed, her hips going forwards and back, her lithe body arching and bucking as she strained against the ropes against her. Her long brown hair tossed to and fro as she twisted her head around, as if in an attempt to find a way to escape her torment.

But, Jen could find no escape. She closed her eyes, and threw herself inwards, moving from sensation to sensation, from the feel of her top against her nipples, to the growing wetness that slowly spread along the crotch of her blue bottoms, to the cool air of the room, which caused her goosebumps to rise up under her sweat covered skin. However, it was her engorged clitoris that was driving her further and further to distraction, as her own movements shifted the ropes over it to rub and slide against it through the satin spandex type of material. 

Vladi slowly moved around the gyrating heroine, to take in the sight and sounds of her from every angle. He never grew tired of seeing such things, and had to admit to himself that this was one of the greatest rewards in his occasional bouts with the heroines of this world. That Spellbinder was not one of the most powerful made little difference to him, as he watched the expressions that flowed across her features, from anger to disbelief, then fear to reluctant and sublimated excitement. 

The mage watched as her eyes would open, and she would look at him for a moment, before her eyes would glaze over, and she would move back into the world within herself, as her struggles got slower and slower. He could tell that she was getting weaker, and the notations of the floating quills told him as such. However, there was something within her that was growing stronger as her powers waned and her strength left her, and it was her own sexual excitement. That she was truly aware of such, he did not know, but it would be something that he knew that he would have to investigate further.

"Oooooooohhhh Ooooohhhhhhhhh oooohhhhhhhhhhhh..." Spellbinder started to pant, as she shifted her hips in a rhythm as she felt her strength falling further and further away from her grasp. She was feeling weaker, and as such, her struggles were getting slower, and more erotic as she was no longer trying to escape her torment, but to actually define it to better understand it within herself. That, and to better enjoy it. 

Which she hated! 

Didn't she??

She no longer knew, or cared, and after nearly thirty minutes of her continual straining against the wizard's diabolical crotch rope, her eyes opened wide as she tossed her head back, and cried out as a violent orgasm rocked her world, and tossed her into the chasm of unconsciousness.

Epilogue

Jennifer took a while waking up. She felt herself absolutely drained, and it was a struggle to return to her senses.

The first thing she noticed, was that she was laying on her own bed, in her own apartment.

She was free!!

Jen's eyes snapped open fully and she looked around frantically, seeing if this was some kind of trick, or if the wizard was anywhere near by. She got up off of the bed, and staggered out into the hallway to check into the bathroom, then the second bedroom, then to the kitchen to look out to the dining area and living room There was The Box, but nothing else.

No, wait, there WAS something else, and her hands went immediately to her belly. There was nothing there. The rope had been removed, but that was all. She was still in her costume, Somehow, the wizard had transported her back to her home, and deposited her safe and sound onto her bed. Leaving nothing behind but ONE item, which was laid over the top of The Box. It was the rope that she had taken from Becky's kidnapping, returned to it's original and broken eighteen inch length.

Suddenly, she heard a beeping in her bedroom, and rushed back to see that her alarm clock on her nightstand was now sounding. It was time for her to wake up, and for her to get ready to go to work.

Shaking her head, she got into the rhythm of her daytime routine, and stripped naked to go to the shower, where she thought about her adventure with the mysterious and powerful wizard, not realizing that her fingers had gone to soap herself much longer, and more intimately, than normal.

Yes, Jen told herself, it was time to wake up. To a new era of adventures as Spellbinder!