“Relax Sweetie, You Don’t Need To Be Afraid….I’m Not Going To Hurt You. But, We Mustn’t Risk

Out of the Woods

As you watched her at the cafe, you could only wonder at just how high those glossy boots went up…..gulp.

Blake Lively

The Enchantress: Debt Guild

Hero: Credit? No, I don’t like to buy anything on credit, really. Stuff like that tends to tie you down in ways a constant traveler like myself should avoid.

Banker: Are you sure, laddie? There are many creditors out there we work with who would gladly work with a traveler. It could help when you have a lighter coin purse than you expected.

Hero: I firmly reject, thank you.

*** *** ***

Hero: MMPH-!

The hero is shoved over the bed of his inn lodging from behind, with a slender and soft hand firmly covering his mouth. There was no warning, no noise. He knows who his assailant is even before she speaks.

Enchantress: Now listen closely, hero. You are going to sign up for Fem-and-Arcana credit, and you will carry the branded parchment they give to you with you wherever you go.

Hero: MM MM-!

Enchantress: This is not up for debate, hero. I can’t have you starving out on the streets. For your own safety and health’s sake you WILL sign up for their credit account. If not there will be consequences.

She lets him go. He turns around to find nobody behind him.

*** *** ***

Ropes shoot out from the shadow, binding his wrists together. He is dragged away from the campsite into the dark woods. The enchantress holds him close.

Enchantress: Hero, hero, hero. You ignored my sound advice.

Hero: Enchantress-! I don’t want to use credit! Especially not one that’s obviously run by a gang of evil sorceresses!

Enchantress: Shhhhh. I did not ask about what you wanted, hero. Now I’ll have to give you a more firm warning…

His belt drops to the ground. The hero panics but can’t escape as the enchantress’s fingers pinch the bit of pants just covering his ass, and pulls down. His bare ass, his erect penis, is out in the open.

Hero: Enchantress, please no!

Enchantress: You must be taught a lesson, hero. We socialites and creditors have worked very hard to make the world ours. Debt and debit is a reality for all folks, hero. Why should you get to be the exception.

Hero: Enchy, I don’t understand! Why?

Enchantress: You WILL sign up for the credit guild, hero.

The enchantress’s fingers fondle his crack as her other hand fondles his cock. The hero squirms as her fingers slowly creep deeper, approaching his ass. She tickles and tortures him… And then she withdraws.

Enchantress: I choose to spare you, hero. Tonight only.

She lets go of him. When the hero pulls back his pants and makes his way back to the campfire his money pouch is missing.

*** *** ***

Enchantress: Naughty little hero.

She stands above the hero’s naked and chained body in her dungeon, her arms crossed.

Hero: I’m a member of the credit guild you wanted me to join… I did as you said.

Enchantress: Do you think I’m a fool, hero? What good is credit if you don’t use it?

The enchantress bends down. She frowns as she looks him up and down, feeling his squirming body. Muscular and lacking fat. Scarred. His hair, washed with river water and medicinal herbs and moss from his travels. Bags under his eyes.

Enchantress: Look at you, hero. Comfortable inns, food, and safety all easily accessible if you would just surrender and use the credit.

Hero: But I don’t want to-!

The enchantress shoves the bundle of clothes and armor she had stripped from him.

Enchantress: Look at your armor and clothes, hero. Torn. Faded. A decent tunic and chain mail would not set you so far back, would it?

Hero: Look, what do you really want?

Enchantress: Am I not worth the potential debt? Would you not brave any danger for me? Do you not trust me, hero?

Hero: I know what happens to people who fall in debt with Fem & Arcana, enchantress! I won’t-!

Enchantress: Am I selfish?

Hero: Wh-what?

The enchantress is close now, her lips an from his, her eyes bright and deep. When she speaks her voice is a whisper.

Enchantress: What I want is for you to live well. Eat well, sleep well, be wrapped in real, warm clothes. Just for once. Is that selfish, hero?

The hero sighs.

Hero: I’m a beast from the woods, enchantress. I always will be. I’m sorry that I made you fall for someone like me.

The enchantress stands up and, without a word, walks away, slamming the dungeon door shut. The hero sighs.

*** *** ***

Days after he escaped the prison the hero wanders the market square of a city. He has little coin left after his latest quest. Another night slumming it in the woods with a tent and a fire.

However, the words of the enchantress never leaves his mind.

He remembers his many encounters with the enchantress. Lusty nights being pulled from his campsite into a safe and warm room to make love.

Forced into humiliating prim and proper outfits, masculine and feminine alike, for her erotic entertainment.

The enchantress was domineering, lustful to a fault, and depraved. But there was another way of looking at it if one wanted to be more charitable.

Pulling him away from danger to spend time in safety…

Forcing him into proper clothing by gunpoint, anything at all to get him out of his rags…

The hero looks into his pouch, the credit parcel he had hardly ever used.

If the enchantress genuinely offered to clothe him, pay for his lodgings, and buy him the food and tools he needed, of course he would refuse. They both knew this.

So in what other way could she get him to do as she say than being domineering, being lustful, and being depraved?

Nervously, he approached a mart selling tunics… Each one worth far more than any he has ever worn…

*** *** ***

It is two months before they hunt him down.

Sleeping in cheap inns and buying practical clothes would never have plunged him in debt. He would have paid back easily had he enough time.

He let himself a little luxury. A meal in a nice place here. A new set of boots there. He worked and paid back and then spent again. But each time the amount he could not pay back grew and grew.

And then they knocked down the door to the inn he was staying in.

He faced the two debt collectors of Fem & Arcana.

The witch almost looked normal in comparison to her demonic friend. A little young to be a powerful witch, but standard arcane robe and pointed and brimmed hat. The scantily clad, grey skinned she-devil with the purple hair and pointed ears hovering beside her seemed far out of place.

Hero: The dreaded Fem and Arcana?

Witch: Hello, marauder. I am an Arcana and she is a femme. We’re sent in pairs.

Demoness: We hope you understand that this is just business. Even if it’s not particularly pleasant for you. At first, anyway.

The demon giggles into her clawed hands.

Hero: I don’t suppose you’re here to offer me an extension for my credit debt?

Witch: A sense of humor is good for these things. It’ll make taking you back easier, less stressful for all parties involved.

Demoness: But so lame, ugh. It’ll bore me out of my mind if you just go along with us without a fight!

Hero: Can’t have that.

He lunges forward carrying his dagger. The demoness lunges forward as well, catching his wrists as the witch casts spells that lock and subdue.

The battle is brief. The hero soon lies on the floor bound and gagged.

Demoness: He was actually kind of hot, fighting like that. Might have actually taken me if you weren’t here.

Witch: Now, dear marauder. We hope you don’t see us capturing you as a sign we wish to terminate our credit contract! We won’t let you go without our services as long as we live. We just need to ensure you deliver on your payment…

*** *** ***

Demoness: When we heard that the marauder, the ronin, the infamous traveling swordsman was one of our clients we couldn’t believe our ears! Ha ha ha ha~!

The hero would cover his ears if he weren’t tied up. Why were demonesses always so damn jovial and grating to listen to?

Witch: We had spies watching you from day one, ready to catch you the moment you missed even a single pay day.

Demoness: We’re here!

They drag the hero into what appears to be a palace of pink marble. The sound of a hundred demonesses and witches laughing and moaning almost drowns out the sound of a few dozen tormented men.

It is an orgy of female demons bewitching male clients, who are magically restrained, as female witches rape them. They all cry out for mercy and an end to the orgy, seeming so obviously drained, but there is no mercy to be had. After each orgasm the witch leaves and is eagerly replaced by another in line. Some witches are seen standing in glowing magical rivers, letting the supernaturally enhanced cum drip into it. A sick process to create magical power.

The hero squirms but can’t escape as he is bound by the power of many witches and demonesses. He is stripped and tied to a throne, his fancier than the ones others are bound to.

Witch: Marauder… It will be an honor to be the first to rape you, and add your cum to our river.

There is giggling. The others have taken a moment from abusing the other men to watch. Clearly he is a guest of honor.

Witch: Before we begin raping you for the next… how much does he owe?

Demoness: Seventy Five Copper Plates and fifteen percent monthly interest.

Witch: Right. Before we begin raping you for the next seventy five hours, plus one orgasm per demoness, I must ask you to fill out our one-question service questionnaire! Just tell us… who recommended our credit services to you?

She ungags the hero.

Witch: You couldn’t have found out about us on your own. Who gave you our name?

He considers not telling them to be rebellious, but any rebellion is crushed when he looks at all the smirking faces surrounding him. They would overwhelm him in seconds.

Hero: …The Enchantress.

There is laughter and cheers as the demoness fondles the hero’s body and the witch mounts him, beginning his hours and hours of orgy. She wastes no time grinding away at his naked and bound body, and neither will the other witches when their turn comes. Continuous, exhausting, magical rape that would break any man in minutes. The enchantress watches from afar, of course, as the hero is doomed to make a hundred witches and demonesses happy for days.