Eternally Trapped I: Saya’s New Life [NC] [High Fantasy] [Lesdom] [Bondage]

Eternally Trapped I 

Tags: F/FF. High fantasy bdsm, femdom, enslavement, bondage, latex, petplay, sex slavery, dollification, maids, chastity, bitchsuits, chains, gags

Saya couldn’t immediately remember how she ended up here. It is a similar experience to when she realizes she is in a dream. However, looking around, the halfling mage couldn’t possibly imagine that this scenario was conjured up from her own mind. She was in a torchlit dungeon of some kind. Black stone walls surround her, and the ceiling stretched high above her. It looked like she was in the middle of a large central room, two staircases spiraled up behind her before trailing off into the darkness. As she rubs her eyes, she realizes her wrists have been locked in rune-inscribed metal cuffs. Her hands brush up against a short chain connecting the leather collar around her neck to a small metal ring on the floor next to her. Panic sets in, her heart begins racing. The dreamlike stupor ends as her mind snaps back into focus. Where was she? What’s going on? She pulls at the chain, but it pulls taut and doesn’t budge. Reaching behind her neck, she feels around the collar on her neck for a buckle, and finds a small metal lock. Hells! She realizes her frantic movements are making a lot of noise, but as much as she wants to calm down, she can’t steel her nerves. She is scared, her breathing quickens. She hears a soft voice behind her. Instinctively, Saya reaches for her hourglass; the spellcasting focus that has been with her since she was a child, but her hand finds nothing but her belt loop, now empty. 

“Oh good, you’re awake” 

Sitting in a small, iron cage between two torches sits a red tiefling woman. She is wearing nothing but the same leather collar and cuffs as Saya, although the tiefling has cuffs on her ankles as well. Dark, wavy hair is up in a pony tail behind her curved, white horns. Her eyes, dark brown in color, are red in the torchlight; Saya couldn’t tell whether it was from fatigue or if she had been crying. She is sitting on her bottom with her knees up in front of her, her lean, battle-scarred arm covering her exposed breast. A strange, steel belt is locked across her waist, connecting down to her crotch. It has a visible lock in the middle, and a collection of runes not dissimilar from the cuffs on her wrists. This woman had the look of a fellow adventurer in many ways, but she seemed rather calm given the circumstances. Saya stopped rattling her chains for a moment, and looked desperately at the caged woman. 

“Wha… where am I? What’s going on? Where is my party? I’m not supposed to be here, who are you and what is this place? I can’t—“ 

“Slow down. Relax. Breathe. Panicking isn’t going to get you anywhere. It’s going to be okay.” 

The tiefling's voice was soft and sure; Saya somehow did find herself relaxed by her words. She wanted to believe her, despite the obvious predicament. Yet, the halfling’s eyes remain full of fear and trepidation. Her breathing slows. She starts to compose herself. One thing at a time. "Okay... okay." Saya thinks back to what she can remember before she got here. She remembers a castle... a plan... something went wrong... The Crimson Queen. They were trying to stop her, where was the rest of her party? She looks around the room she's in. The cage this tiefling is in isn't the only one here. There are other empty cages lining the walls on both sides of her. In front of her is a large, ornate door with a symbol of a maroon crown adorned in fangs, but it doesn't resemble any part of the castle she was just in. The stone that makes up this place looks like marble but black and gold; the texture is like that of obsidian throughout, giving the entire dungeon an otherworldly appearance. "Where are we?" Saya's voice is still shaky. The tiefling remains still, a somber melancholy resting in her eyes. 

"This place, everything you see here... it is a pocket dimension." Saya nods, familiar with the concept. The tiefling nods along. "Our Mistress's pocket dimension." 

Saya's heart sinks. "What? Wh-- what do you mean 'our Mistress'? I don't have a Mistress." 

"You do now. You belong to Her." The Tiefling slips her finger through the ring of her collar and tugs on it twice, as if to demonstrate the obvious. "Whether you like it or not. We both do.”

Saya takes this in, stunned. It has to be the Crimson Queen's pocket dimension. Thinking back, she remembers the fight. The ambush, her party betrayed. She was out of spells, and she... she should be dead. "No... no this can't be!" Saya pulls on the chain connecting her to the floor as hard as she can. She reaches up to her collar, but deep down she knows it's no use. The Crimson Queen is not the type to take chances. "What-- what do you... what's gonna happen to me?" She asks frantically. The tiefling doesn't respond. Her eyes dart up to the double staircase leading up to the back of the room. She looks like she's listening intently. The halfling turns and looks there too, but she doesn't see anything. She turns back to the tiefling. "Please... " Saya whispers. "How do we escape?" 

Suddenly, the tiefling's red eyes flare open with palpable menace. Saya, despite how helpless both their situations are, slinks backwards. The tiefling shakes her head quickly, and whisper-shouts. "Don't talk like that. Don't ever talk like that here! You're going to get in so much trouble if she hears." She looks up the staircase again, then she locks eyes with the halfling again. She whispers, a sense of urgency in her voice. "Look. Stay quiet and listen carefully. You're new here, and I know this is a lot to take in, but you need to understand something right now: there is no getting out of here, okay? This place is where we are going to be from now on, and the sooner you accept that, the easier everything is going to be. She got us. We serve her now. If you deviate from that, really bad things are gonna happen to you and you are going to regret it. I've seen it happen to too many..." The tiefling looks scared for the first time since Saya awoke. As she says this, just for a moment, Valarie looked as though her facade would shatter. She takes a deep breath, blinks slowly, and reassures the halfling. "Things here are not so bad as long as you behave." 

Saya feels her stomach drop. Her hands, still on her collar, tremble faintly as she tries to process this. She looks around this room, without any way to move, really, all she could do is process the situation. Overwhelmed, she feels her emotions bubbling up. She failed. Tears begin to overflow, and she starts to sob softly. The tiefling looks down, and gives the new girl time to understand what is happening. The eternity, the hopelessness, the fear; one by one she feels her mind begin to succumb. But she does not crumble. She has people waiting for her. Saya yields to none. 

Once she stops crying, the tiefling tries to make conversation. "You said something about a party, did you have allies before you ended up here?" Saya composes herself, and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Um, I-- yeah. There were five of us, including me." The tiefling nods. Saya realizes she doesn't even know this woman's name. "My name is Saya, by the way... Saya Amberwood. Sorry, I just..." 

"It's okay, Saya. I'm Valarie Nari." They smile at each other briefly. Saya tries to wipe some of the tears from her eyes, then finally asks. "Um... so why are you in that cage then?" 

Valarie chuckles. "Oh, this old thing? Well, I guess I didn't take my own advice from earlier. It really was my own fault, but I couldn't help myself. Besides, you get used to it." Saya could tell that despite her demeanor, this woman was probably just as scared as she is right now. 

“How long have you been here?”

Valarie sighs. “Time moves differently here. I think… I’ve been here for a long, long time. This cage, though, I was put in here a couple of days ago. You appeared here this morning.” Saya shuddered. She said it so casually. Years? Just how long was she going to be trapped here? She wants to ask if anyone has ever escaped this place, but she held her tongue, knowing how she would likely react. Valarie visibly loosens up just a bit, still covering herself with her hands.

“It’s nice having someone to talk to sometimes, you know? I hope she doesn’t go too hard on you and we still can later. It will depend on what she wants your role to be, and on what happens to me.”

“Huh? We might not be able to talk again?”
Asks Saya. “What do you mean? And what do you mean by ‘role’?”

“Oh right.” Valarie says. “It has been quite a while since she’s added anyone new to her collection. But whenever she does, they appear right where you’re sitting.”

Saya looks at the floor. The obsidian slate lined with gold in a pattern of swirls has the ring she’s chained to at the center. She wonders how many others have been where she is now. The missing villagers, her sister… could they be here too? Valarie continues. 

“You’re lucky, when I woke up there wasn’t anyone here with me except Paiva and Bunni. Since they’re both pets, they were gagged and blindfolded in their cages. I was so scared and they couldn’t really help me.”

“Pets?! Wait, you mean she might… I might—?”

“Oh! Sorry, I should have explained. Yeah that’s one of the roles you can have. Pets aren’t allowed to speak. That’s sort of what I meant earlier.”

Saya, scared and vulnerable, shrinks back. The tiefling’s eyes still occasionally dart up the ominous pair of staircases above them. She speaks softly, in that calming voice from earlier.

“Look, Saya. We don’t have to talk about this now, we can talk about something else if you want. I know this is a lot.”

The halfling could tell that their time together here is limited. As soon as this ‘Mistress’ comes down those steps, it sounds like this opportunity to share information might be over. 

“No. No it’s okay… pets don’t talk, got it. What else should I know?”

The tiefling, surprised at the new girl’s resolve, goes on.

“Well, all of the roles in ascending order of freedom go like this: at the bottom are pets and display pieces. They are usually kept in the strictest bondage of all of us, and they tend to be in their roles for a long time. It’s hard to move up the ranks when you can’t move much at all you know? Mistress likes to keep them gagged, hooded, and blindfolded too depending on the situation. I’ve never been either before, but…” She taps the bar of the cage she’s in. “Who knows?”

Saya nods, horrified by those possibilities. “What about when they have to eat? Or go to the bathroom?”

Valarie shakes her head. “This pocket dimension has special properties. Here, we don’t need to do those things. Our bodies are in a state of arcane stasis. You can eat and drink, at which point you will make waste, but most of us don’t have to deal with that. I guess it’s one of the few perks of being captured, if you can call it that.” 

Saya grapples with the finality of this all. Is this really what her life is going to become? Surely the others will come save her, right? No one else came along before or after her from what she heard, so maybe her friends escaped and they’re working on a plan to bust her out of this place! She contemplates this as she thinks about her options. First thing’s first: she needs to learn more about how this place works.

“Okay so that’s… pets and uh… display pieces… what else is there?”

“Above them are the sex slaves. Mistress sometimes invites people upstairs for these lavish parties, and she whores out the sex slaves to her guests. They’re sometimes in bondage or gagged, but not always. There’s a lot of variety in that role but you have to be okay with getting fucked by strangers which, for some, is too much.”

“Wait, you can just say you’re not okay with that and the Mistress will just be okay with that?”

“First of all, it’s just Mistress. There’s no ‘the’. And yes, she won’t force anyone to be sullied like that.”

“So you’re telling me she’s okay with enslaving us all against our wills but she draws the line of consent for sex? That’s…”

“That’s how it works, yes. Although most people here would do almost anything to avoid becoming a pet or a display piece. It’s not easy for them, and like I said once you’re one of those you can be stuck in that state for a long time and you’re pretty helpless like that…”

Saya isn’t sure how she felt about that. None of these roles sounded even remotely tolerable to her!

“Okay… what else is there?”

Valarie pauses. “Before I go on, I should tell you, I’m doing you a huge favor by telling you all of this. I need some information from you if I’m going to tell you more.

Saya nods, eagerly. “Yes, of course, and thank you so much for this, I um. Well, what do you want to know?”

Valarie leans closer, her face at the bars of her cage. She whispers. 

“This ‘party’ of yours. They aren’t here, are they? So what happened to them?”

Saya pauses. Her memories are starting to come back to her, and she’s thinking a lot more clearly now. She remembers the Foyer, and she remembers the last spell she cast before she ran out. Word of Recall…trying to get her allies back to the tower. But her spell was snuffed out… by her best friend. That’s the last thing she remembers. Her blood boils at the thought of this. How could she betray her like that after everything they had been through?

“I… don’t know. But they were strong, very strong.”

Valarie purses her lip. 

“Do you think they will try and save you?”

Saya thinks of the oath her captain took on the day they met. She nods.

“Definitely. They would never leave me behind, even in death we haven’t left anyone behind.”

Valarie seems satisfied. “I see, I see.” Valarie’s face hardens. “Listen to me. Keep that information close to the chest. Understand? I do not want you to get punished.”

The halfling contemplates. Does this mean she can get punished just for having allies on the outside? She figures it’s probably best not to divulge as much as she has. She wonders what she risks just by telling Valarie. What if Valarie tells Mistress that she is keeping this from her? She needs to be more careful.

“I- yes. Got it, I will.” Saya thinks she hears something, and she looks over her shoulder, but sees nothing but those two stairs ascending into darkness above. Faintly, she feels as though she could hear muffled moans, but wonders if she is just being paranoid given the circumstances. She focuses again. “Who is above the sex slaves?”

“That would be the dolls. Dolls are usually not in bondage or anything like that because they’re expected to maintain their appearance at all times. While they are allowed to speak, their main job is to be pretty. So Mistress dresses them up however she wants; lots of high heels, makeup, corsets. With the permission of our Mistress, they are even allowed to orgasm.”

“That’s a privilege??" Saya exclaims.

“Correct. Some of them even have their own rooms here. They both use and are used by sex slaves at Mistress’s command.”

Saya dreads to think about what else there could be. At present, all of what Valarie has described to her sounds like the Hells. She supposes that being a doll wouldn’t be as bad as the others, but what she wants more than anything is her freedom back! She asks further.

“Okay so… pets, displays, sex slaves, dolls… are there any roles that aren’t so… demeaning?” 

Valarie shrugs. “Everything here is going to be demeaning to an extent. We are enslaved, after all. But I’ve only known this castle as a maid.”

“A maid?”

“Yes. Well, until today anyways. Maids are not kept in bondage, except for the minimum of course, and are to keep order in the castle. We maintain everything and everyone. Our dress code is strict and we work closely with Mistress. We even carry out punishments occasionally. Many of us have our own quarters and we have the most privileges and the most responsibilities of the submissives. Really, the most significant downside is… well.” She gestures to the steel belt she is locked in. “This.” 

Saya recognizes the device as a chastity belt, although just from descriptions of it from fables and epics of the past. The runes inscribed on it appear different from the ones on the cuffs. 

“Maids are not allowed to pleasure themselves or each other at all. We are kept under lock and key by our Mistress at all times. Even our subordinates will occasionally get released when they are well behaved, but maids are held to a higher standard and are only allowed to receive that kind of pleasure from Mistress herself.”

The halfling nods slowly. Of all the hellish fates that could befall her, this seems to be the least horrible. She does enjoy the fact that she would not be used and abused the way a sex slave would be.

“Oh that’s… that doesn’t sound too bad maybe.”

Valarie nods, then looks off towards the front of the room where the large maroon crown emblem shines.

“It wasn’t, no.”

The pair sat in silence for a few moments. Saya plays with her hair, while she can, and silently prays for mercy. Valarie, well-aware that prayers do not reach beyond the walls of this plane, simply sits in shame, locked in her cage, with no chance of escaping. She had scarcely even thought of the word “escape” in the last year of her enslavement, but the idea itches at the back of her mind.

“Saya Amberwood.”

The halfling girl meets her gaze.

“There is something else you must know.”

Saya’s eyes light up with the sudden inspirational spark of curiosity.

“Your—”

 A spark immediately snuffed out by the unmistakable sound of a door cracking open high above. The chilling air crashes through the castle floor with deft stillness, as the click of high heels slowly and steadily approach like the fall of eternal night.