The Magical Rope of Desire of the Archmage

This was also a magical artifact that Isilse attempted to create before her departure. Utilizing the magic-constructing abilities of a Grand Magus, she imbued this rope with a "simple" enchantment. Once bound by this rope, any flow of magical energy would be severed. This didn't make the magic vanish into thin air, but merely rendered it impossible to mobilize and use for spells. However, this was more than enough. For a mage, the inability to use magic, their very means of survival, was equivalent to becoming no different from an ordinary person. Even a Grand Magus capable of annihilating tens of thousands of soldiers with a flick of their wrist would become a sow ripe for slaughter. Since Isilse used an enchantment of the highest caliber, this rope, in theory, could subdue all mages in the world, provided it could bind them. This was unless their magical power level surpassed Isilse's, which was an impossibility. The crucial question, however, was whether this rope would affect Isilse herself. This was precisely the purpose behind Isilse's creation of this "Magic Rope." At this moment, Isilse was not so deranged as to leave herself with no recourse. Thus, the enchantment's duration was limited to 24 hours. After 24 hours, the spell would expire, and it would revert to being an ordinary rope. But for Isilse at this stage, 24 hours was sufficient. Any further uncontrolled madness would be a problem for another time. "Let's try it." Isilse was somewhat impatient. After creating this special magic rope, Isilse hadn't dared to test it on herself. Instead, she had gone to quell the rebellion for the Empire. After months of campaigning, the desire within her heart had only grown stronger, and today, she could finally indulge it. Just as she had done when binding herself with magic in the past, Isilse used her magic to levitate the rope, letting it slowly coil around her upper body. The enchantment on the rope would not take effect until the binding was complete, allowing Isilse to use her magic to secure herself tightly. Feeling the peculiar sensation of the rope against her skin, Isilse gently closed her eyes and brought her arms behind her back. Soon, the rope wrapped around her chest, looping twice before firmly securing her arms to her sides, making them impossible to move even slightly. It then continued to her wrists, binding her forearms tightly together in parallel, finally tying a secure knot at her wrists. Following this, the magic rope emitted a faint glow and split into two, astonishingly becoming two separate ropes. The second rope began at Isilse's ankles, wrapping around four times before being pulled back through the center, forming a secure figure-eight. It then proceeded to her slender, shapely legs clad in black stockings, wrapping around her thighs twice, just above and below her knees. The magical restraint was absolute, almost digging into her skin, forcing her beautiful legs together so tightly that they could not be separated. Finally, the magic rope split once more. Isilse lay down quietly on the bed. Then, the rope hooked around the beauty's delicate ankles and tightly connected them to the rope behind her back, forcing her calves to arch backward, binding her entire body into a position of utter helplessness. Now, even the slightest possibility of struggle was minimal. Isilse did not continue binding herself. This was more than enough. Without any further movement, the ropes that bound her delicate body once again emitted a faint glow, tightening slightly overall. This caused Isilse, already coiled into a bundle, to curl up even more, making movement even more difficult. As this glow dissipated, the rope's magical effect finally took hold. "Ah...!" Isilse, who had not gagged her mouth, involuntarily let out a soft moan. The sensation of her freedom being stripped away brought the Grand Magus a supreme sense of pleasure. The rope's enchantment allowed Isilse to clearly feel her magical energy flow being rapidly interrupted, so quickly that she barely had time to regret it. The most powerful mage in the Empire, the stunning beauty that everyone in the Empire dreamed of getting close to, was thus rendered a powerless ordinary woman by her own magic. Moreover, she was a bound, black-stockinged slut, like a piece of meat. Isilse tried to struggle, but it was utterly futile. The binding method was her own choice, the tightness was her own control. To experience the ultimate sensation of restraint, Isilse had been merciless with herself. Now, apart from her fingers and neck, there was almost no part of her body that could move significantly. Her entire being was as stiff as a stone, her limbs and body having become one. "So comfortable..." Her wish fulfilled, Isilse finally experienced a sliver of the loss of control that accompanied helplessness. No matter how much she struggled, she could not change the fact that she had become a black-stockinged piece of meat. Although this was a fact she had created herself, the pleasure of tasting forbidden fruit for the first time was unparalleled. Since the magic rope did not directly cause magic to disappear, Isilse's body was still protected by her own powerful magic, even though she could not use any spells. No matter how tightly the rope bound her, it would not cause any harm to her body. Even at this level of constriction, when it was loosened, only faint marks would remain, causing little pain.

Isis's struggles, which had consumed a great deal of her strength in her climax, gradually subsided. Panting, she slowly closed her eyes. Since there was nothing she could do, she might as well enjoy it. Any regrets this time could be made up for next time; she would just endure it for now. Unconsciously, Isis fell into a deep sleep in this bound state, sleeping more happily and comfortably than usual. In the blink of an eye, several hours passed. The Archmage slowly awoke, her eyes fluttering open hazily. Her instinct was to move her body, which had already grown somewhat numb, but all she felt was the intense sensation of being bound. "Ah... I'm still tied up. I forgot." She had forgotten she had tied herself into a knot and was stunned for a moment before her body's sensations reminded her of her predicament. A dazed smile spread across her face. This was the first time Isis had indulged and let go so unreservedly. A seal within her heart seemed to be slowly breaking. She was increasingly enjoying this helplessness and futile struggle. Turning her head, Isis peered through a gap in the curtains and saw that it was already dark. She had slept for several hours in this position. However, a new problem soon presented itself: the magic rope's effect would last for another dozen hours, and during that time, Isis had no way to free herself. No one would ever enter the renowned Archmage's tower. If someone did, it would be even less likely she could escape. Anyone who saw Isis in her current helpless state would undoubtedly transform into a beast and pounce. This was the illustrious Archmage! Normally, even a distant glance was a luxury. Even if she were to be dismembered afterward, no one could pass up such a prime opportunity to unleash their dreamlike lust. This meant Isis would either be forced to remain in a spread-eagle position on the bed for over a dozen hours or attempt to crawl around the room in her bound state. She couldn't even open the door, let alone crawl out of the room. What good would it do even if she could crawl out of the room? At best, she would just move to a few more rooms in the tower, expending considerable effort. Seeing that she would lose another dozen hours of freedom, Isis, despite enjoying her current situation, realized that by this time, the Archmage was hungry and thirsty. Crucially, the Archmage desperately needed to urinate. She had been holding it for too long. She hadn't felt it much while sleeping, but the urge was particularly strong now that she was awake. "What... what should I do? Can't I eat or drink for a day?" Isis now realized the trouble she was in. Her mind had been clouded by desire, and she hadn't considered these things before tying herself up, only thinking about the pleasure. But after the pleasure, came the trouble. As the long-awaited first wave of desire gradually subsided, Isis was forced to turn her attention to these minor matters she would normally ignore. If she could, Isis would have loved to use magic to untie herself, then tie herself up again after using the restroom and eating. But unfortunately, Isis had no choice. The 24-hour enchantment on the magic rope was unbreakable. It was the first time Isis had experienced the feeling of desperately wanting to use magic to solve a predicament but being completely unable to... it was a very peculiar sensation. "Gurgle..." No one cared if Isis was embarrassed now. Her stomach growled uncooperatively. Coupled with the significant fluid loss from her climax hours ago, Isis was now naturally very thirsty. She was so thirsty that she could no longer fully enjoy the sensation of her body being bound, as she had when she first tied herself up. "Mmmph... Mmmph!" She tried to curl her body and writhe on the bed, but the ropes around her wrists and ankles were too tight, leaving almost no room for even the slightest movement. Isis finally understood what it meant to be powerless. For anyone else, being bound so tightly for several hours would have rendered their limbs numb. If this continued, even after being untied, their bodies would suffer irreversible damage. Although Isis, protected by her own magic, wouldn't sustain actual physical harm, it was still difficult to move her bound body on the bed. As she struggled and twisted, a surge of excitement rose within Isis again. But more important now was how to get to the toilet. She couldn't possibly stay in bed like this for over a dozen hours. Isis didn't want to wet the bed. The last shred of her dignity led the Archmage to choose the least efficient but only possible method: crawling laboriously towards the edge of the bed. With each attempt, she could only manage faint movements, using the limited mobility of her waist to twist horizontally. Isis continuously rubbed her tightly bound legs in their black silk stockings against the bedsheet, inch by inch. But the stockings were too smooth, and after several minutes, Isis couldn't tell if she was moving at all. This struggle continued to stimulate Isis's pleasure nerves. After an unknown amount of time repeating this, Isis finally managed to move her body to the edge of the bed. Despite the arduous journey, it proved that the method was effective. The next challenge was how to get off the bed. Isis shifted her gaze slightly and looked down at the floor from the bed. Suddenly, she realized her bed had never seemed so high. This height plunged Isis into another predicament. But there was no time to think. Isis felt like she couldn't hold it any longer. She tentatively hooked the edge of the bed with her knees, gritted her teeth, and with a sudden surge of momentum, pulled her lower body over. Then, Isis felt her thighs instantly suspended in mid-air. "Yaaah—!?" With a startled cry, completely unprepared, Isis's lower body lost its support, and she lost her balance, falling. Isis had no time to consider how to get off the bed. Her body, out of her control, was forced to fall. Isis instinctively tried to spread her limbs to protect herself during the fall, but the cold, unyielding ropes on her body rejected all such pleas. She fell stiffly in a spread-eagle position, landing with a thud. Isis's knees hit the ground first, followed by her body falling backward, pressing down on her arms and calves, which were bound behind her back. "Ugh—!?" Another pained groan. Although the carpet provided some cushioning, it wasn't very painful. However, Isis was startled. The impact of the fall suddenly stimulated her, and the urge to urinate, which she had been holding back, finally became uncontrollable. "Ahhhhhhh— No, no—!" An uncontrollable sensation surged through her. Isis cried out in terror, but her body shamelessly defied her inner hopes. A wave of urination, accompanied by an indescribable pleasure, erupted, soaking the insides of her tightly pressed thighs and her lower body's black silk. If Isis's thighs hadn't been bound so tightly, it would have sprayed out directly. "I... I really peed... Ah...!"

Isis had experienced several days of binding. While the magic ropes were effective, preventing any resistance or regret during the binding, and her body was passively protected by powerful magic, she was otherwise no different from an ordinary girl, allowing her to enjoy the ultimate pleasure. The problem, however, lay in the 24-hour time limit. Within those 24 hours, Isis could indulge in madness. The first few hours after being bound were the most exhilarating. But as the 24-hour mark approached, the enjoyment waned. Isis knew that the magic ropes would soon lose their effect. Once the magic returned, the despair of losing control would vanish without a trace. In other words, the fixed 24-hour limit was itself a form of control. By setting the 24-hour duration, Isis was still essentially in control, the initiative always in her hands. The so-called despair could never be true despair. This was where Isis felt a lack. Initially, it was fine, but as she gradually savored the experience, Isis found herself increasingly dissatisfied. A deep-seated desire for greater madness and depravity began to spread. "Got it!" A flash of inspiration struck her. Isis beckoned, and the magic ropes on the ground flew into her hand. She then channeled magic into the ropes, and the incantations previously etched within them materialized before her. Intricately complex spells floated in the air. Few mages, if any besides Isis herself, could comprehend such intricate magic, let alone imagine Isis using such powerful enchantments on a mere rope. Isis found a few details within the aerial magic and lightly modified a few runes with her finger. With another wave of her hand, the incantation was complete, and all the runes flowed back into the magic ropes in her hand. "...This should do it!" Isis could barely contain her excitement. After just experiencing 24 hours of ultimate binding, she was already envisioning new experiences. This time, Isis had slightly altered the content of the magic within the ropes. Most of the original functions remained unchanged, as they didn't need to be. Isis had simply added a new rule to the magic ropes. The 24-hour limit remained. Once the time was up, the magic ropes would lose their effect. This was fine. However, during the binding, if the bound person reached climax, the resulting fluids would allow the magic ropes to absorb the bound person's magic, thereby replenishing the 24-hour limit. As a complementary adjustment, Isis also programmed the magic ropes to provide the simplest sense of satiety, preventing starvation or dehydration while bound. This meant that if Isis were to be bound by these magic ropes again, and failed to control her climax within 24 hours, the ropes would bind her tightly for another 24 hours. This effect had no limit on repetitions and could theoretically reactivate indefinitely, keeping the bound person perpetually tied until they managed to go 24 hours without climaxing. However, based on her experiences from the past few days, Isis knew how difficult it would be to remain without climax for 24 hours. Undoubtedly, this was a restriction fraught with immense risk. If things went wrong, the world might lose its highly anticipated Grand Magus Isis, or at least for a very long time. Yet, this was also what Isis craved most. The Grand Magus now desired nothing more than a feeling of losing control. It was just that Isis hadn't pushed things to the absolute extreme. Otherwise, she could have simply extended the limit to permanent. However, she didn't want to try that. If there were no challenges at all, it would lose a significant amount of its thrill. It was the feeling of intense pleasure followed by a subtle urge to break free, only to be overwhelmed by an uncontrollable climax, thus extending the duration of the binding. To be freed, one would have to constantly suppress the feeling of climax. This was the truly exciting part. Otherwise, simply extending the effect to permanent would make her no different from an ordinary female slave, lacking much of the pleasure. Without anticipation, there was no thrill. Now, Isis was finding ways to maximize anticipation, which would simultaneously heighten the pleasure and excitement.

Simultaneously, to maintain her balance, Isys instinctively kicked her legs a few times in the air, her smooth, stocking-clad legs. One of her shoes even came off, revealing a small, exquisite, bare foot exposed to the air. Isys glanced down. The stimulation from moments ago had already left her feeling moist between her legs. At this point, she was too lazy to use magic to retrieve the fallen shoe and put it back on. After all, the bandits would undoubtedly remove them later. These were trivial matters of no consequence. Having secured herself, Isys hurried to continue binding herself, lest she be too slow. If the bandits arrived before she was finished, her plan would be rather awkward. Soon, Isys once again used magic to control the demonic ropes on the ground, pulling one out and letting it fly. At the same time, she brought her suspended, black-stockinged legs together, allowing the demonic rope to slowly wrap around her ankles. It was bound in the same manner as her wrists, with a figure-eight knot tightly securing her ankles. With this, Isys had effectively lost all ability to control her limbs. All that remained was to add one more rope to activate the full effect of the demonic binding. At this moment, she found it difficult to suppress the nervousness in her heart. Isys knew that with one more step, there would be no turning back, no regrets. Once firmly bound by the demonic ropes, she would inevitably be discovered by the bandits. Then, whatever they wished to do to her, she would be powerless to resist. A great archmage stripped of her magic was no different from an ordinary girl, left only to be enjoyed by another. Yet, it was precisely because of this that Isys felt even more excited. With almost no hesitation, she pulled out another demonic rope and let it fly. Following the same procedure, she bound it above her knees, tightening it with all her might. This prevented her smooth, alluring, stocking-clad legs from separating even a millimeter. The tight rope dug into her thighs, creating an indentation in the flesh beneath the black stockings, an image of infinite temptation. As a dim light flickered on the three demonic ropes, the sealing effect of the ropes officially activated. Isys instantly felt her magical senses severed. Although she knew the ropes would work, having tested them many times, in this moment, she still found it incredibly pleasurable. "...It's done. I've really done it... From now on, I have no chance to back out..." Isys slowly closed her eyes, then immersed herself in the role of a helpless female adventurer. She struggled with her tightly bound hands and feet. Just as she had expected, the stunningly beautiful great archmage could do nothing but writhe in the air like a piece of cured meat, twisting left and right, front and back. The only sensation was a slight pleasure from the friction of her black-stockinged inner thighs. However, Isys knew very well that what she was about to experience would be far more stimulating than this. Just as Isys was actively binding herself to the tree and hanging there, three bandits in the distance were walking over, chatting and laughing. They had no idea what was happening ahead, nor that an unparalleled beauty, unlike any they had ever seen, was about to fall into their hands. It wasn't until a few minutes later, after walking a stretch, that one of the bandits suddenly spotted something. He rubbed his eyes as if in disbelief, then roughly nudged the bandit next to him. "Third Brother... Third Brother! Look ahead... isn't that a woman hanging there?" "What woman? Are you going crazy from wanting one? Didn't we just capture a female slave not long ago? Holy shit...!" Just as he was about to scold his subordinate, the bandit called "Third Brother" also looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing. His eyes immediately widened, and he nearly drooled. A graceful figure was indeed hanging from a tree not far away, suspended in mid-air by a rope. Her hands and feet were tightly bound, and she seemed to be struggling slightly, making the scene even more striking.

With practiced ease, the bandit tore a strip of rough cloth from his own attire, pried open Isis's mouth by force, and shoved the entire piece of fabric in. He paid no mind to the fact that her mouth couldn't accommodate such a large wad, stuffing it in until it could go no further, with a small tail of cloth still protruding. The bandit skillfully pressed down on Isis's tongue with the cloth, making it nearly impossible for her to spit it out. However, for added security, he wrapped another piece of cloth around her mouth, tying it tightly behind her head, effectively sealing her lips shut. "Mmph... No—Mmmph—!" Despite her desperate attempts to cry for help, Isis could only manage to emit faint whimpers, inaudible even a few meters away, let alone loud enough to attract anyone. "Same as always, blindfold her, carry her back to the stronghold!" To prevent captured goods from memorizing the hidden route to their stronghold, the rule was that any outsider entering must be blindfolded, especially those who would never leave once inside. Even if they managed to escape, or found an opportunity to flee the stronghold, they would become lost in the mountains without knowing the way, quickly recaptured. These simple, crude tricks were surprisingly effective. Little did the bandits know, if Isis were to truly escape, these measures would be utterly laughable. Regardless of whether she escaped or not, the entire stronghold would cease to exist. Soon, Isis's eyes were also covered with a black cloth. Now unable to see or speak, bound by magical ropes, and utterly powerless, the Arch-Mage was once again hoisted onto the bandits' shoulders and marched towards the stronghold. Even at this moment, a dreamlike sense of unreality lingered in Isis's mind. Just a few days prior, Isis had been an Arch-Mage whom even the Empire's monarch treated with utmost respect. She had single-handedly quelled a rebellion in the northern territories with ease, earning the admiration and adoration of the entire Imperial City. Her return to the capital had been met with a shower of flowers and thunderous applause. This extraordinary individual, second only to the Emperor in the entire Empire, was now being carried on the shoulder of a mere bandit, treated as a common sex slave captured on the road, destined for imprisonment and slow enjoyment within the stronghold. If Isis were to open her eyes and find herself in her tower bedroom, believing it all to be a dream, she wouldn't be surprised. The drastic contrast and the sheer drop from the wild game she had boldly orchestrated herself was simply too immense. However, at this moment, Isis was completely immersed in this wild game, emitting helpless "Mmph" sounds, her vision plunged into darkness. The discomfort of being carried on a shoulder and the constriction of the ropes caused her to instinctively struggle, only to feel the ropes tighten further. "Bitch! Stop squirming! We'll be at your new home soon!" With a smack, the bandit carrying Isis felt her struggle and reached back, slapping her black-stockinged, perky ass. He then slipped his fingers between her tightly clenched thighs, probing her wet cunt. In the darkness, a wave of intense pleasure suddenly surged through Isis's brain, involuntarily causing her to emit louder "Mmph" sounds and struggle more violently. The bandit carrying her merely chuckled and tightened his grip on her bound arms. Her struggles yielding no results, Isis finally slumped in defeat, her body going limp as if resigned. Yet, the Arch-Mage's mind was filled with entirely different thoughts. "We're almost at their stronghold..." "I wonder what they'll do to me afterwards..." "I'm so looking forward to it..."