11,010 words. Not based on any particular gaming franchise or storyline. Reading previous entries first is recommended.
Quick note on verbal emphasis: words enclosed like *this* indicates a higher tonality, where _that_ is a lower tone of voice, for anyone sounding the lines out as they read.
Feels good not to have a leading zero. Better not do a hundred parts though, or I'll look like I didn't plan ahead.
*****
Nuru untied the rope from his ankle as quickly as he could.
"I h-have no business with you," Nuru said, shivering as the giant gray bird dropped them off and flew away.
"Oh, but I have business with you," Katlego replied, throwing open the big bag that had dropped to the ground with her.
"You were the one that s-said we shouldn't see each other again," Nuru reminded her.
"Perhaps so. This may indeed be a mistake. But for some reason, I just can't get you out of my mind. Why is that, do you think?"
She stalked towards him with a dangerous, wild gleam in her eyes, and coils of rope in her hands.
"What's the matter, Kat got your tongue? If so, I'll give it back," she said, grabbing his face and squeezing his cheeks in to force his jaw open.
"I d-don't know why. Are you OK?"
"Fine," she snapped, grabbing his hands and tying his arms just above the wrist to some logs lashed together in an X shape. Then she tied his legs at the bottom.
"Are you sure? You look a little less... perfect than usual."
"A little trouble sleeping is all. Don't trouble yourself about me."
Disheveled was really the word he had in mind, but didn't dare say it. Her hair was wild, her eyes red, and her clothes fitting a bit less well than he remembered.
"Can I get comfortable then? It's not like this is a date, right?"
"No, it's an interrogation, in which *I'm* the one asking questions here."
She lifted the X with him on it and dragged with surprising strength to a larger tree. She doubled-up a rope and threw a weighted end over one of the larger branches and then split it to the top of the X, then tied the other end around the trunk, holding him upright.
"Can I uh, save us some time? You can just ask me, you know."
"I'm afraid it isn't that simple."
She got a rope ladder as well, tied some loops from the hanging rope to one of the rungs, and then tied that to the bottom of the X. Then she stripped down, watching him like a hawk, making sure he watched every square inch of her emerge, supple and shapely and trembling with... what?
"Are you cold?" Nuru asked.
"Shut up. I'm fine." She slapped him across the face. "You will speak when spoken to. That is all. Oh, and forget about calling your ugly friend. My blades are still poisoned."
"Really, there's no need for-"
"Silence!" she slapped him again, stuffing a rope in his mouth covered with a piece of cloth that covered the frayed strands from biting into his skin, and also muffled his voice.
(Uh, little help here? This is your fault, I suspect.)
/My, that's a delicious sight. What's the problem?/
(I'm tied up! I can't get away, and she's coming unhinged.)
/You say that like it's a bad thing. I've almost got her right where I want her./
(Can we cast something to make her more receptive?)
/Unnecessary. Use your eyes, or your nose./
Nuru watched as she strapped herself back up with her knife belts, and nothing else. Despite the fear of being caught, he was already half hard at the sight of her. She finished 'dressing' and climbed the rope ladder to look him right in the eye.
"This question calls for a little demonstration," she said.
Slowly, she pulled his shirt up, and his pants down. She started stroking him a little bit, but snapped her attention back up to his face as he got harder.
"Feel good?" she said, tugging and twisting with a gentle motion.
"Mmph," Nuru replied.
"Of course it does. I'm good at what I do. But you'll have to wait."
She climbed up the rope ladder, and the cloying scent of her arousal grew recognizable in the crisp morning air.
"Suck my clit," she said, giving his face nowhere else to go, pulling the rope out of his mouth.
He was happy enough to eat her out. Her moisture and his salivating hunger left him dripping all the way down his chest. After she'd come at least once and possibly twice, she slid down and grabbed his hair to make him look her in the eyes.
"You have been a very, very naughty boy. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I've been busy," Nuru panted. "We could be here awhile discussing the ways I've disappointed people."
"Start from the beginning, and keep it short. Name."
"Nuru."
"Age."
"Eighteen."
"Class."
"Bard."
"Marital status."
"Single."
"You sure about that? You look tied down to me," Katlego said, giggling.
"Are you propos-"
"Shut up! I ask the questions here!" She stuffed the rope back in his mouth.
She got down, walked over to her bag, and got some water. She sponged herself off slowly, carefully, showing off her great proportions, tight body, and impressive flexibility. She used a small hand mirror to fix her hair.
"You see, any hold you had over me is now broken. You, on the other hand..."
She grabbed him with her left hand and stroked him some more.
"...you look like you have a little problem you can't fix for yourself."
He squirmed, loving the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his shaft but not wanting to give her the satisfaction of whatever it was she was after. But if she wanted him to cum, he'd cum; he was far too hard to stop that now.
She crouched low and nipped the calf muscle of his lower leg, then kissed and bit her way up the inside of the leg, past the knee, up his thigh, right past his cock bouncing for attention. Up around the belly button she licked and kissed and sucked, bit his nipple gently dragging a gasp and a moan from him.
"Such a proud cock standing there, so full of life and spunk. A worthy tribute to me. Truly a shame it must go to waste."
She put a bag over his head and walked away. Nuru groaned in frustration.
/Don't you tell her about the pact. Don't you dare./
*****
Nuru felt her fingers on his skin again, breaking him free of the reverie he'd been in.
"No questions," she whispered.
His dick sprang to attention quickly, and he nodded. He felt her hot breath on the head and he strained forward, trying to drive himself into her mouth that was clearly right there, waiting for him.
"Looks like I still need to soften you up a bit," she murmered, slapping his dick and letting it swing side to side in the air.
She vanished again.
*****
The bag came off his head roughly. Nuru winced at the light he'd been missing for hours now.
"Eat," she said, pulling the rope from his mouth and replacing it with a tasteless chunk of bread.
He chewed it quietly, trying to choke it down, but his throat was dry. He turned his face away as she made to put more in his mouth, then pulled up a flask and tipped it into his mouth. Some of it dribbled down his face and onto his chest, and she licked it up.
"Is that even your name, Nuru?"
"Yes and no."
"Don't play coy with me."
"It's not my True Name. But it is a name I still use."
"And what is your True Name?"
He sagged, shook his head wearily.
"We'll come back to that. Cum?" She'd said it like she was asking if he wanted butter on his bread.
He nodded.
"Speak."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please, let me cum."
"Good. But you'll have to do better. I know your game," she said, slapping him again. "Some use fear to make others do what they want. But that's very unpredictable. They'll turn to the easiest way to escape the fear when it becomes overwhelming, sometimes turning to death to find peace. Others use pain. It's very motivating, but pain will make anyone search for the magic words to make the pain stop: the spell, or the confession, no matter how grotesque or untrue, that will save them."
Nuru listened silently.
"But lust... ah, that's a subtle, powerful beast. Pleasure, and the denial thereof, will bring a person to their knees. But he or she won't once think of finding another way to fulfill it. Once I have a target focused on me and unsatiated, he'll never be able to forget what he really wants. You know firsthand, and firstcock, that I am very good at what I do."
Nuru nodded quietly.
"So imagine my surprise when I found that I was the target of just this very thing. I've seen your face when I dream. My thoughts stray to that lovely morning we spent by your abomination pen, jumping your bones and setting you off so, so deep inside me. I wake up, dripping with desire. I lose focus with a target in my sights, throwing off my aim. My boss is starting to notice, and I will *not* have my career thrown off for inconvenient want of some Level Four dick."
She snapped her head up to look at him.
"Do my eyes deceive me? I am certain without a doubt that you were Level Four last we met. Yet here you are, Level Three; how can this be? Speak!"
She slammed her palm into Nuru's chest.
"Respec!" he gasped out. "I respec'd."
"Is that so?" she purred, jumping up to look him in the eyes again. "Respect is a good start. But a girl wants to be wowed."
She chittered with laughter at her own joke, then slapped him again.
"How the fuck can you respec in the Tutorial Zone? Those potions don't even exist here!"
"I've heard they can be found as glitch drops."
"You've heard? But you did not do it this way. Try again."
"I don't know how it's possible, but I did."
"Is that your... final answer?" she breathed in his mouth, lips hovering an inch from his.
She grabbed onto his shoulders and pressed her body against his, sliding up and down and rolling his now-painful erection side to side with her belly.
"You're not lying, but I can tell you're not saying everything. And you don't get to cum until I get what I want."
Nuru whimpered, feeling that burning sensation in his balls that told him that release was close, so very close. Katlego put on gloves, opened a bottle and poured it onto a rag. She wrapped his penis with it, and then washed the gloves. Nuru bit his tongue to keep from asking what it was; he tasted a little blood as he did so, the urge was very strong and he'd had to bite quite hard to resist. A few minutes went by, and she removed the rag, rinsed him off, and rubbed him clean. She pulled the gloves back off.
"How's that feel?" she smirked. "Still going to cum?"
