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Ugh. Ow. Everything hurts. Especially my head. What hit me? Feels like I got run over...
Her senses dulled due to whatever happened previously, the white werewolf heroine Razira listened in on the world around her as she slowly opened her eyes.
Is that dripping water I hear? Why is it so dark? Where the hell am I?
...why can't I move my arms?
The last thought mostly snapped Raz out of her stupor as she tried again to bring her arms up to her face to rub at her eyes. Instead, all she heard was a creaking noise and something tightening around her wrists and arms.
She blinked her eyes repeatedly to clear the gunk out of them and looked around. Her first thought was that if somebody looked up the term 'medieval dungeon' in Google Images, it would match her location almost exactly. Dim, moonlit lighting from a tiny barred window in the corner lit up the stone walls, floor, and ceiling, a puddle of murky water was on the floor, trailing over to under her right foot, and large, rusty metal bars were blocking the only obvious way out of the small chamber.
That and a massive amount of ropes that were tightly wrapped around multiple places on both her arms and legs, which ended up around some metal rings bolted to various spots behind her. There was also something cold and metallic looking attached to both of her ankles, and there was what looked to be a bar connected to them, keeping her legs spread apart. And she felt something cold around her neck, too. How the hell did I get here? And why?
I need to get out of here first. After taking another look around to make sure she was alone, and giving her head a quick shake to get the last of the cobwebs out, she tested her bonds. She pulled at first her left arm, then her right. Both barely moved a few inches, so tightly wrapped up she was.
She then tried her legs. Like her arms, neither one of them moved either. And the thing that was around her ankles kept her range of motion very limited. Okay, time for Plan B.
Knowing that her powers would easily melt the ropes restraining her limbs, she gathered her energy and summoned her fire into both of her hands.
...or at least she tried to. Instead, nothing happened short of whatever was around her neck got slightly warmer than it was moments before, and a blue light blinked from it.
“Damn it,” she grumbled hoarsely, talking for the first time in what felt like a long while. She also got a lot more nervous than she was moments before because she guessed she had some kind of power restraint device around her neck. “Not good.”
Her heart now starting to race in worry, she tried to reach for whatever she was collared with, but it was almost comical – her hands waved ineffectively at the air nowhere near her head as she tried to bring both close to one another, the sounds of ropes creaking as both quickly reached their limits to their attachment points on the wall, as if taunting her.
Desperate, she started throwing her full strength against her bonds.
One arm, then the other, was yanked repeatedly forward until they all but instantly reached their limit against the almost web-like ropes. After multiple failed attempts, panic began to set in, which only made her ineffective struggles even worse. “Let go!” she cried out as the ropes dug into her fur from her latest attempt at freedom.
Not able to get anywhere with her arms, she tried both of her legs. She kicked forward with all of might, splashing the cold water with her right foot every time she set it down. Despite her best efforts, she could barely move either leg, mostly due to the bar attached to her ankles. It didn't give her any room to work with, and moving one leg tried to pull the other out from under her.
When that failed, she yanked on her hands again, the legs following when her arms remained locked in place. She repeated until her strength gave out from her struggles, and she leaned forward against her bonds, exhausted, tongue out to one side as she panted for breath.
Once her breathing went back to normal, Raz took deepening breaths to calm herself down. I have to think this through. I have to remain calm. Panicking won't help.
She looked to her right hand and the mass of ropes wrapped around that wrist. Let's see how good this restraint collar is.
It was the strangest thing for her to see – she'd been able to generate fire and ice upon command for years. And yet, despite doing the same thing she'd done for those years, absolutely nothing happened when she tried to make a simple ball of fire.
Except that her collar got slightly warmer, and its blinking light flashed repeatedly.
She turned her hand away from her body and put her energy into making a massive jet of flame come out of it. She knew it should work but again, nothing happened. But she could feel her already pushed strength start to sag as she kept at it. And her collar was now starting to get noticeably warm.
Not wanting to burn herself, she cut off her 'fire'. This is crazy. I know should be making fire. I'm getting tired at the same rate as I usually do. Just nothing is happening. She sighed and yanked that hand against her bonds in frustration, which did nothing except make the ropes creak again as it strained uselessly against them. Damn this collar!
Raz sagged in her restraints as she recovered her energy yet again. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?!
Out of ideas, the white wolf began to frantically thrash against her bindings. The ropes around her limbs taunted her with their noises as her limbs pulled uselessly against them, and while the they stretched slightly as she desperately fought for her freedom, it was a farce to only get her to expend more energy trying to get free.
As her strength waned and her muscles gave out, her efforts became little more than spastic twitching against the ropes wrapped so very tightly around her limbs. Her arms even throbbed in pain as the ropes had dug deep into her fur in response to her wasted struggles.
She hung there against her bonds, mouth wide as she gasped for air, her body and mind both having given up the fight.
---
And now for something completely different - thanks to a recent
Nix stream sketch, I now have this wonderful looking picture of a very angry Razira in a very slight pickle. Wrapped tightly up in ropes and even a spreader bar, she looks like she has absolutely no chance of getting herself loose anytime soon. And if you read the story up above...I think it quite clearly shows that.
The bigger question is this - who caught Razira and why? And what are they going to do with her when they come back?
A huge thanks yet again to the artist for how this turned out! As always the line art and coloring is fantastic and the rope work is frankly great!
Her senses dulled due to whatever happened previously, the white werewolf heroine Razira listened in on the world around her as she slowly opened her eyes.
Is that dripping water I hear? Why is it so dark? Where the hell am I?
...why can't I move my arms?
The last thought mostly snapped Raz out of her stupor as she tried again to bring her arms up to her face to rub at her eyes. Instead, all she heard was a creaking noise and something tightening around her wrists and arms.
She blinked her eyes repeatedly to clear the gunk out of them and looked around. Her first thought was that if somebody looked up the term 'medieval dungeon' in Google Images, it would match her location almost exactly. Dim, moonlit lighting from a tiny barred window in the corner lit up the stone walls, floor, and ceiling, a puddle of murky water was on the floor, trailing over to under her right foot, and large, rusty metal bars were blocking the only obvious way out of the small chamber.
That and a massive amount of ropes that were tightly wrapped around multiple places on both her arms and legs, which ended up around some metal rings bolted to various spots behind her. There was also something cold and metallic looking attached to both of her ankles, and there was what looked to be a bar connected to them, keeping her legs spread apart. And she felt something cold around her neck, too. How the hell did I get here? And why?
I need to get out of here first. After taking another look around to make sure she was alone, and giving her head a quick shake to get the last of the cobwebs out, she tested her bonds. She pulled at first her left arm, then her right. Both barely moved a few inches, so tightly wrapped up she was.
She then tried her legs. Like her arms, neither one of them moved either. And the thing that was around her ankles kept her range of motion very limited. Okay, time for Plan B.
Knowing that her powers would easily melt the ropes restraining her limbs, she gathered her energy and summoned her fire into both of her hands.
...or at least she tried to. Instead, nothing happened short of whatever was around her neck got slightly warmer than it was moments before, and a blue light blinked from it.
“Damn it,” she grumbled hoarsely, talking for the first time in what felt like a long while. She also got a lot more nervous than she was moments before because she guessed she had some kind of power restraint device around her neck. “Not good.”
Her heart now starting to race in worry, she tried to reach for whatever she was collared with, but it was almost comical – her hands waved ineffectively at the air nowhere near her head as she tried to bring both close to one another, the sounds of ropes creaking as both quickly reached their limits to their attachment points on the wall, as if taunting her.
Desperate, she started throwing her full strength against her bonds.
One arm, then the other, was yanked repeatedly forward until they all but instantly reached their limit against the almost web-like ropes. After multiple failed attempts, panic began to set in, which only made her ineffective struggles even worse. “Let go!” she cried out as the ropes dug into her fur from her latest attempt at freedom.
Not able to get anywhere with her arms, she tried both of her legs. She kicked forward with all of might, splashing the cold water with her right foot every time she set it down. Despite her best efforts, she could barely move either leg, mostly due to the bar attached to her ankles. It didn't give her any room to work with, and moving one leg tried to pull the other out from under her.
When that failed, she yanked on her hands again, the legs following when her arms remained locked in place. She repeated until her strength gave out from her struggles, and she leaned forward against her bonds, exhausted, tongue out to one side as she panted for breath.
Once her breathing went back to normal, Raz took deepening breaths to calm herself down. I have to think this through. I have to remain calm. Panicking won't help.
She looked to her right hand and the mass of ropes wrapped around that wrist. Let's see how good this restraint collar is.
It was the strangest thing for her to see – she'd been able to generate fire and ice upon command for years. And yet, despite doing the same thing she'd done for those years, absolutely nothing happened when she tried to make a simple ball of fire.
Except that her collar got slightly warmer, and its blinking light flashed repeatedly.
She turned her hand away from her body and put her energy into making a massive jet of flame come out of it. She knew it should work but again, nothing happened. But she could feel her already pushed strength start to sag as she kept at it. And her collar was now starting to get noticeably warm.
Not wanting to burn herself, she cut off her 'fire'. This is crazy. I know should be making fire. I'm getting tired at the same rate as I usually do. Just nothing is happening. She sighed and yanked that hand against her bonds in frustration, which did nothing except make the ropes creak again as it strained uselessly against them. Damn this collar!
Raz sagged in her restraints as she recovered her energy yet again. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?!
Out of ideas, the white wolf began to frantically thrash against her bindings. The ropes around her limbs taunted her with their noises as her limbs pulled uselessly against them, and while the they stretched slightly as she desperately fought for her freedom, it was a farce to only get her to expend more energy trying to get free.
As her strength waned and her muscles gave out, her efforts became little more than spastic twitching against the ropes wrapped so very tightly around her limbs. Her arms even throbbed in pain as the ropes had dug deep into her fur in response to her wasted struggles.
She hung there against her bonds, mouth wide as she gasped for air, her body and mind both having given up the fight.
---
And now for something completely different - thanks to a recent
Nix stream sketch, I now have this wonderful looking picture of a very angry Razira in a very slight pickle. Wrapped tightly up in ropes and even a spreader bar, she looks like she has absolutely no chance of getting herself loose anytime soon. And if you read the story up above...I think it quite clearly shows that.The bigger question is this - who caught Razira and why? And what are they going to do with her when they come back?
A huge thanks yet again to the artist for how this turned out! As always the line art and coloring is fantastic and the rope work is frankly great!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Wolf
Size 889 x 1280px
File Size 1.86 MB
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