Nanavachi and the Necromancer (Pixiv Fanbox)

Story written by Sewdah Nim and Zymolxis Drawn by Twomario ------------------------------------------- Nanavachi and The Necromancer Nanavachi was astonished, he had heard of a necromancer that had settled nearby, and looming before him was a towering dungeon and the necromancer's domain, if the locals were to be believed. One could only wonder what acts of debauchery and torment lie within, and Nanavachi couldn't wait to see it all for himself. He walked up to what he assumed was the front, but before he could announce his presence in any way, the door swung open on its own. Assuming it to be an invitation, he strode in confidently, not realizing that the dungeon's owner had grand designs for his new guest. Zymolxis watched from within and saw Nanavachi approach his gates. He had heard that a small red-robed healer had been asking around for him and decided to investigate his new visitor's identity. It seemed quite odd that a healer such as himself would be interested in the necromancer's work, but on closer examination he realized that his visitor had more than a few skeletons in his closet. For every good deed that he had accomplished, something always seemed to go wrong nearby. Valuables would disappear without a trace, ancient tomes detailing magical incantations would vanish from nearby libraries, people would go missing and then reappear days later with no recollection of what had happened while they were gone. Far too many to be a coincidence, but now that he showed up to his doorstep, Zymolxis saw this as the perfect opportunity to teach this nefarious healer the error of his ways. _______________________ Nanavachi was almost disappointed with the lack of security, in fact it was hard to tell if anyone was even living here to begin with. If there truly was a necromancer here, they could stand to renovate their infrastructure a bit. It would be a real shame if someone were to waltz right in and take something. Traversing corridor after corridor finally led Nanavachi to what he was looking for, a main room where he had hoped this necromancer fellow compiled their research into magic and similar exploits. His searches ended up being quite fruitful, but not in the way he expected. He had searched through paper after paper, not on the subject of magic, but on prisoners and holding facilities. He was tempted to keep these entries for... personal research, but his eyes were set on a bigger prize, this mages specialty and expertise on the taboo. Eventually he had found a book that looked promising, it had been covered in old, scratchy leather with a note over it saying "DO NOT OPEN", if anything in here was going to help him, this book was it. Taking a small knife that was hidden beneath his robes, he carefully cut the book free from the leather sheath and examined the book itself. It was completely blank on the outside, but had an ominous feel to it. He smiled to himself as he opened the book, carefully turning the cover over to reveal.... ____________________________ Zymolxis couldn't believe that he had fallen for such an obvious trap! As Nanavachi turned the cover, multiple bandages had leapt out, wrapping themselves tightly around his body. He tried to escape from the encroaching bindings, but as he tried to move backwards his legs were assaulted by the bandages, causing him to fall over and drop the trap book that had been left out for him. "Really?" Zymolxis says as he steps towards his new captive, "All my traps and it's the book, arguably the biggest cliche, that catches you." Nanavachi looked up at his captor angrily, this must be the necromancer he was looking for, but he had bigger problems at the moment. By now the bandages had now fully covered his legs and had gotten his arms mostly secured, albeit a little sloppily. His left arm was stuck tight against his stomach while his right arm was folded onto itself, forearm to bicep. The only thing left untouched was his head, as Zymolxis got closer to the squirming package that he caught. "Oh well! Guess I should introduce myself. I'm Zymolxis, but my friends call me Zym. You can call me that too! We are going to have some fun together... Nighty Night, Cutie" As soon as he had finished the bandages wrapped around his eyes and mouth. He felt his consciousness slipping as the last thing he heard was Zym chuckling to himself. ____________________________ Nanavachi opened his eyes as he groaned at his soreness, what happened to him? Last he remembered, he was infiltrating a necromancer’s abode when... He jolted fully awake and tried to regain his bearings. He was face down on the floor and had been robbed of all of his clothes except for his bloomers. To make matters worse coils of rope were cinched around his legs in as many places as Zym could restrict his movement, at his ankles, shins, above and below his knees, a couple at his thighs, even his feet and toes were bound tightly, turning his legs into a single column. Not content with simply binding him he was also fitted with a plump gag, and while he couldn't tell exactly what was stuck in and over his mouth he knew that Zym had stuffed him to the brim. There was some type of cloth or cotton stuck inside, and he could feel something sticky over his mouth covering from under his chin as well as over the bridge of his nose, preventing him from spitting it out. He couldn't see the amount of cloth gags layered over his mouth, but there was at least 2.. 3… 4..... a lot of cloth keeping him quiet. What had confused him then, was that his arm bindings were fairly light in comparison. Not to say Zym had left his upper body untouched, but he had only tied his wrists and arms with a moderate amount of rope. To balance this out a copious amount of tape had been wrapped around his hands forcing them into fists. As he began struggling in earnest he heard the door open and saw his captor enter. Nanavachi looked up at Zym and tried shouting through his gag, but only small muffled grunts could escape. "I hope you enjoy your room, I didn't have time to prepare sadly, so I rushed." Zym said as he walked closer to his new toy. "Seems like you rummaged through my other works, so I thought you would want a more hands-on demonstration in bondage." He then flips Nanavachi onto his back and sits on his stomach, blocking him from seeing his waist. He tries desperately to escape as Zym pulls down his bloomers. Nanavachi starts panicking and tries to kick his captor off of him with no avail, his legs reaching short of his adversary and his upper body having to contend with Zym’s weight. All of a sudden Nanavachi yelps as he feels a cold metallic sensation surrounding his cock and balls, and hears the click of a small padlock by his midsection. "Like I said before, you took me by surprise Nana." He walks away from his captive and pats his head as he passes, "I'm sure that will keep you... entertained until I've prepared everything for you." He then places the keys to the chastity cage on a hook by the door. As he's about to leave he takes another good look at Nanavachi and, with a smug look on his face, snaps his fingers. Having a cock cage locked onto you is frustrating, but not nearly as frustrating as having a cock cage vibrate as it's locked onto you. The look on Nanavachi's face quickly switched from anger to desperation as Zym activated the enchanted cage, stimulating his shaft but never letting him achieve release. Satisfied with his work so far, Zym left to get one last piece for his new guest, and shut the door. After a while of struggling, whining, and panting from exertion Nanavachi was finally making some headway, he could feel his wrist bindings getting looser with each minute passing until he could fit his taped hands through the loop of rope. He had gotten some modicum of freedom, but he had quite a few bindings to fight through first. He tried as hard as he could to escape his other binds, but quickly realized that Zym was a veteran at binding troublemakers like him. His wrapped hands could do nothing to undo ropes around his legs or his gag, but there might be one thing he could undo. The key to his cage was still sitting on the hook, and now that he could reach up there he could unlock his cage and vent some frustration. Just getting the key down was a struggle as he used his mittened hands to bat the keyring down, but worse still was that when he did get it down he could barely hold the thing still. It would have to be enough, he needed to get out of this cage, so he painstakingly worked at it, trying to fit a small key into a small lock, tediously working as he fought off waves of denied pleasure. After what felt like hours he heard the pins in the lock move as he tried to turn the key, but nothing happened. He tried over and over with the key in the lock, even taking the key out and wasting more time trying to put it back in to try it again, to no avail. 'That bastard!' he thought, Zym just put it there to make him think there's a way out. Nanavachi realized he was wasting time on nothing, Zym said he'd be back, and Nanavachi didn't want to be here when that happened. He fumbled with the door, which thankfully wasn't locked, and started hopping as fast as he could to escape from here. He would have to worry about getting himself untied once he had gotten far enough from the dungeons to be considered safe. It's too bad he wouldn't make it that far. He had been so concerned with speed that he didn't bother keeping himself balanced, and so he tumbled onto the floor. Thankfully he was able to break his fall somewhat with his arms, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. He rolled onto his back and tried to catch his breath when his vision was cut off by a bare foot and heard a familiar voice chastise him "Leaving already?" He mushed his foot into his face to rub his failure in further "I haven't even given you a tour of the place yet." Zym takes the collar that he had planned to use on his captive and equipping it to his captive’s neck, attaching a leash to it so that he could guide Nanavachi back to his rightful place. "Come on Nana, we'll get you back and get you extra comfy so you won't want to leave." Zym rebinds Nanavachi's wrists together before helping him up so that he can hop back. By this point the lalafell was near tears between being edged and getting caught again, as he could only guess what Zym's definition of hospitality entailed. ... Zym had decided to teach Nanavachi some manners after his escape attempt. "Mmh! Mmmmmmmm whimper" "You had seemed quite desperate for release earlier, but I'm not even getting a drop from you. Is something wrong with my feet?" Zym said to the suffering lalafell with a look of fake betrayal. He had spent the last hour torturing Nanavachi, taking off his cage and promising to let him cum, but the necromancer casted a spell on his unwilling guest that would prevent him from cumming for as long as he wanted, so his torment only worsened. As for Nanavachi, he had gotten a change of bindings since his last capture. He was now left naked on the floor of his old cell, while his gag and legs were bound the same, his arms had gotten more secure, he had a shibari harness wrapped tight around his upper body as well as rope tied around his wrists and elbows in a box tie. To top it all off he still had the collar Zym affixed onto him. Zym shook his head. "Oh well." he retracted his feet and stood up to leave the room again, "I've been nice with you Nana but I'm starting to believe you don't like me." "Mmmmph!" "It's fine. I know you like me. Why else would you hump my feet like that?" Zym paused as he was about to leave, his face no longer elated to have a playmate. He turned back and gave Nanavachi one last warning. Zym leaned over and grabbed him by the chin, "If you try to leave me like that again, you're going to regret it. You can't abandon me like that, okay Nana? Friends don’t leave friends behind." "MMh!" Nanavachi was mad that Zym would call him a friend. If this is how he treats his friends, he would hate to be considered an enemy. __________________________ A few hours had passed and Nanavachi had calmed down from the edging session from earlier, but Zym had been much more thorough in regards to his bonds this time. He had worn himself out trying to wiggle or squirm out in any way he could, but his bonds were still as tight as iron. At least he didn't have to worry about that stupid cock cage anymore. He slumped over onto the floor, maybe he should go to sleep, he would need to be well rested if the last session was anything to go by. Yet as he was about to give up he saw an opportunity for escape, the chair Zym was sitting on to edge him from had a splinter in it. He crawled as best as he could over to the chair, and after sawing back and forth, back and forth he was able to get his hands free, then repeating on his elbows at a much slower speed, back.... forth..... back.......... forth. With arms free he could finally untie himself. First order of business was his gag, with 1, 2, 3, 4... 5... 6 pieces of cloth covering a mass of tape wrapped around his head. The tape on its own had been applied liberally over the lalafell's face, but after many winds and some pulled hair he managed to dislodge the stuffing from his mouth.... he didn't bother counting how many socks that was. Now he was able to take an unhindered breath he stretched out his jaw, which was sore from having his mouth propped open for so long. Next was his legs, thankfully these had simpler knots as Zym most likely thought that he wouldn't be able to reach them in his new bindings. Once he was finished, he collapsed onto the floor panting from having to undo all of Zym's ropework. He looked over at the mountain of rope, cloth, and tape that had held him just moments ago, and breathed a sigh of relief that he was free again. Well, mostly free. He still had to get out, Zym had taken his clothes and he had to fight off the urge to masturbate, but he would rather be found naked and horny than anywhere near Zym's dungeon. So he opened the door, looked both ways very carefully to make sure he wasn't sitting around the corner waiting for him. He was so glad to find the way clear that he forgot about one last thing. The collar. As soon as he walked out the door, latex gushed out from under the collar engulfing everything below his neck in rigid rubber. He couldn't move a muscle, every part of his body felt like it had been frozen in ice as even the smallest movement had taken all of his focus and strength, only for the rubber to snap back into place, nullifying the minuscule amount of progress he managed to make. He didn't start panicking until he felt vibrations on his shaft again. Given who had put him in this situation, he didn't have to guess what the latex had in mind for him. "ZYMMMMM", then he felt a prodding sensation at his rear, "I'M SORRY ZYM", his yelling could be heard quite far into the dungeon as he struggled to find any weakness in the rubber, his only hope was that Zym would be merciful to him and let him go somehow. There was no way he would just let him go but anything was better that this. "ZYMMM PLEASE HELP" by now the prodding at his ass had become a large plug that was now vibrating at his prostate bringing him pleasure but pushing him no closer to an orgasm. Then he felt a pulsating jolt teasing his nips constantly, the feeling of lust growing inside of him, as he was stimulated in an almost painful fashion, when suddenly a flash of red hair appeared in his peripherals. "Zym, please help me! I didn't believe you I-I-" Zym paced behind him as the rubbery captive pleaded for mercy, hiding a smile as he spoke, "Nana I warned you what would happen, didn't I? You've been lying to me a lot today. That's very mean. Friends don't lie to friends... unless you really wanted this to happen." "No, let me out! LET ME OUT, PLEASE!", Nanavachi shook his head desperately, knowing that he had ruined his only chance at escaping. All the while Zym kept pacing around behind him, this time grabbing his butt and squeezing firmly, knowing how vulnerable he was. Nanavachi let out a moan laden with frustration as the latex held him like glue, preventing climax despite the amount of pleasure he was forced to endure. While Nanavachi was occupied, Zym stepped out from behind him, and placed a large spherical sponge into his mouth where it expanded, filling his cheeks and leaving a nice bulge of sponge hanging out. "Nana I get what you're telling me" he puts a finger in front of the sponge to prevent it from getting dislodged, "You've made it clear that I'm not paying attention to you, and that I need to be a better host." Nanavachi could feel more latex creeping up his neck as his hair started to disappear underneath the thick rubber. "I hope that you can forgive me for neglecting you." He takes his finger away just in time for latex to rush past Nanavachi's mouth, his eyes widened as he loses the ability to plead to his captor. Zym then carried his new statue back into the room as tiny muffled complaints had trouble escaping past the new gag. After placing Nanavachi back into the center of the room He stood rigidly still as more of the latex climbed upwards, over his head, prompting more useless struggling. "Well hopefully, I'll learn and manage to meet your every need here Nana, but if you do need something, please tell me." "ₘₘₚₕ", " I see, well it seems you're having fun so I'll leave you to it for a week" "ᴹᴹᴾᴴ" "You're right, one week isn't fair. 2 weeks is far better. I'll let you have fun then". He leans over and kisses Nana's cheek right before Latex covers the last portion of the lalafell's face, turning him into a silent frustrated statue. Even from where Zym was standing he had a hard time hearing Nanavachi shout for help. Zym walked to the door, closed it, and for the first time since Nanavachi arrived, locked the entrance to his cell.