Etou Fujiko - An experiment taken too far (Patreon)

"It's finally finished!" Etou Fujiko exclaimed happily. "My spell is exactly the way I want it to be now! A perfect form of attack magic that can incapacitate and utterly humiliate any opponent, no matter how strong!"

The bodacious purple haired girl ran her fingers along her large breasts, which only had a tight black and dark blue bra for cover. "With this as my trump card, I can take care of any enemies that ever cross my path!" Her hands now strolled down that perfect waistline of hers, to tug at her similarly coloured, lacy panties. "Aaahnn, I should wrap up my tests as soon as possible. I can barely stand my body's screams for pleasure anymore!! 

"Only one test left." She said softly. "Summoning the finished product."

Fujiko described a large magic circle in the air, surrounding her body with a faint purple glow as she channelled her magic power. She aimed her attack at a dummy over 8 feet away and released the spell.

Several black ropes came out from the magic circle and flew towards the wooden target. However, when they were just a foot away, the ropes suddenly slowed down.

"Huh?" The purplette said confused. "Why are they hesitating? They were right on target."

Except they weren't. The clever witch had incorporated a homing effect into her magic, to ensure even a fast opponent wouldn't be able to avoid her attack. But for homing to work, there had to be something to home in on. The easiest choice had been body heat, since virtually every living thing emitted it. However, her wooden test dummy did not.

That was why the ropes seemingly slowed down. Their homing program overruled the initial direction they had been fired in. And right now, in Fujiko's hidden lab, there was only one -half naked- heat source present: The witch herself!

The ends of the black ropes slowly turned in her direction, like snakes having found a new prey.

"What?!" Fujiko yelled nervously. "NO!" She broke the magic circle, but that only prevented more ropes from materializing. The ones already conjured simply carried on with their program: restraining the target giving off body heat.

"Stop! Don't!" She tried to command her own magic. But there was only one way to make those ropes disappear, and that was the deactivation spell she'd developed along with the actual magic.

Fujiko tried to draw her magic circle in thin air as quickly as she could, but the ropes seemingly reacted to her movements because they went for her arms first. A shiver ran down the purplette's spine as she felt the black ropes snaking their way around and moving up to her forearms before slowly pulling her arms behind her back, preventing her from completing the cancellation spell.

This is bad! REALLY bad! Fujiko immediately realized as she pulled against the restraints, but lost more and more ground over time. 

They're too strong for me to resist with just my body! They're- they're pulling my arms!

The panicked young woman began struggling for her life. But in the end, she barely slowed the ropes down in pinning her body so tight she had difficulty breathing.

Poor Fujiko was helpless to prevent her own spell from pinning her arms behind her back, in a box-tie with no slack whatsoever. But they didn't stop there. Quite a lot of length was left to the ropes, which began slithering their way to Fujiko's front to wrap themselves around her large breasts.

The purplette moaned in pain and confusion as her knockers were squeezed by the nylon ropes, riling up her already horny body all the more. 

Not there! I can't concentrate like this! She thought desperately as she felt the ropes snuggle into place.

Her breasts soon ended up completely enveloped in the tight black ropes. They'd crawled their way above and below Fujiko's magnificent rack, after which they had slipped in between the crevice of her bosom and back up over her shoulders to pull the harness tight and puff up her rack even more than her stunning bra was doing.

Once the harness had taken shape, the ropes intertwined with the box tie again before pulling themselves even tighter.

"Aahh!!" The purple haired witch gasped as the pressure on her breasts grew, and her already tight box-tie only squeezed her arms more thoroughly into place. To her despair, when she tried to pull back and resist she only succeeded in eliminating what little slack her magical restraints had left her with!

This is way too tight! She cried in her mind. I can't move anymore!

And with her arms completely immobilized, most of her magic was now out of the question. For all the good it would have done her.

These ropes are resistant to most other magic, and I crafted them to resist forceful attacks like knives or swords. If I can't draw my circle, I can't think of any other way to dispel them! It will be humiliating, but should I rush out and get help?

However, the luscious purplette had been so preoccupied with keeping her arms from being trapped, poor Fujiko never realized her legs had met a similar fate by now. During her violent throes and struggles to try and grant her arms just a little bit of freedom, the remainder of her conjured ropes had snared themselves around her ankles and thighs and drawn together to knot themselves off in two very secure frogties.

All of the ropes finished at virtually the same moment, meaning that by the time Fujiko finally realized she'd failed to keep her arms mobile, it was also too late to salvage her legs.

How-? What-? I never built my spell to be so elaborate! I don't understand, how this is possible?!

In the corner of her eye, the purplette suddenly spotted another, shorter black rope still worming its way toward her.

There's more?! What is that one going to do?!

She soon wished she'd never found out.

Because despite Fujiko's efforts to evade the slithering black rope, it had soon wrapped itself around her waist and in between her legs for a very tight-fitting crotchrope.

The moment it pulled itself snug, a loud "AAHHHNN!!" escaped the gorgeous young witch. "What the hell is this?!" She shrieked. "That stupid rope doesn't tie me up, it's just a nuisance!! None of this makes any sense!"

In a distant, still lucid corner of her mind, Fujiko began thinking this erotic application of her restraint magic might have been caused by her own lewd thoughts flooding in every now and then during the spell crafting. But the current situation didn't allow for elaborating on that theory.

Because there were still more ropes about!

Two lengths of rope slithered up her luscious body, along her breasts and neck until they began wrapping themselves around her cheeks and wedging themselves in between her teeth, ending up like a very strict cleave-gag.

"Ohhh (noooo)!!" She cried in both pain and fear as her voice turned to gibberish. Her tongue began lapping at the rope pressing down on it, her teeth trying to grind the black nylon to try and cut or tear it. But her magically conjured bonds proved far too resilient. The gag was snugly tied in place and staying that way.

They had been the last ropes. Fujiko was left with no way to escape anymore. All of the ropes had been pulled tight, all of the knots secured to keep them that way. 

As the busty witch looked around in panic, her long hair whipping around her sensual body, she failed to spot a single means of removing her bondage.

What do I do? I can’t use my magic, but I have to escape somehow! 

Despite knowing her spell was fool proof, she still began wriggling and writhing around like a woman possessed.

But to her despair, rather than creating slack all she managed was to make the enchanted ropes tighten up!

"Ohwww!" She moaned again as the black ropes coiled tighter around her magnificent chest. It's not working. They won’t budge. Where in the hell are all those knots?!

It was her only chance. The only method of freeing herself she could think of. She'd programmed her spell to restrain the target with near-indestructible ropes. 

But they were still ropes, meaning they had to have been cinched into place and knotted up. To get the thorough shibari techniques properly integrated into her magic formula, Fujiko had spent hours studying manuals and pictures, performed image training and even tied her body up once or twice. Never as tight as the predicament she was in right now however. 

But the main point was: if anybody was going to have a chance of escaping these ropes she'd conjured, it was her. Every single knot that had been tied must have been one she read about at some point. So long as she kept calm and felt her way around, she would eventually be able to grasp the layout of this infuriating bondage.

Fujiko rolled onto her side because that position created the least pressure on her body. She then started slowly feeling her way around the ropes in reach of her fingers. Naturally her first aim was to get the wrist bonds loosened. But to her frustration, the knot keeping those together was nowhere to be found!

“Mnff!” She groaned angrily. Where is it? Did they perhaps hide it inside the ropework? I did read about that somewhere. But that would mean I can’t get to it!

The purple haired witch wasn’t giving up however. She rolled onto her back and arched her luscious body, lifting her butt off the mattress and supporting herself on her feet and upper back.

“Hmnn!” The helpless bombshell moaned as every rope pulled tighter and tighter, most of all the one riding up into her lovebox. But she persevered, hoping the strain would shift some of her bindings. When she relaxed her body again, her pussy and chest were throbbing softly. But she didn’t have time to feel sorry for her poor breasts. She started shimmying around to see if any slack had opened up. 

Sadly and frustratingly enough, nothing.

All of it has been wrapped so tightly, they just won’t loosen! My hands feel as useless as when I got started…

After lying down for a minute or two to catch her breath and let the tingling in her breasts and crotch die down, Fujiko began thinking again.

What other ropes can I try to pick free? The first one is the most difficult, after that I’ll be able to create more and more slack along the way…

In a desperate attempt to just make some progress, Fujiko began blindly fumbling around.

After a while she finally managed to tug a knot into reach. She didn’t know what it held in place and she didn’t care anymore either. ANYTHING coming undone at this point would lift her spirits.

The flustered purplette kept picking and tugging at it, moving slowly and gingerly so she wouldn’t lose track of it. She feverishly worked away, and after what felt like hours she finally noticed the liberating feel of the ropes coming undone!

“Eshh (yesss)!!” She exclaimed in her excitement as she began wriggling her body and pulling at the rope to completely fumble the knot loose. Almost immediately her entire body felt less tense. It was minute, but slack was emerging!

Fujiko took a deep breath and rolled onto her front to take a short break.

But as she was lying there, something began her back began to stirr.

Huh? What’s going on?

The bound and gagged woman felt her blood freeze as the increase in tension around her body made her realize what was happening: the knot she’d so painstakingly undone simply did itself up again! 

"Hmmnn!!" The purple haired bombshell wailed as she searched for the knot to confirm her fears. But to her horror, she couldn’t even get hold of it anymore!

This is hopeless! I finally got one of the knots undone, but now its been pulled even tighter than before and placed out of reach!

Fujiko had to bite down on her rope gag just to hold back the tears from frustration.

But even after her unsettling discovery that her restraints had an auto-repair function had sunk in, things managed to deteriorate even further!

The rope that had wedged itself in between her legs and had been driving her pussy mad with every twitch she made, suddenly came undone. But the initial surprised groan of reprieve was nothing compared to the shriek in shock when she realized why.

More of her restraints began moving now. Some of the ropes compiling her chest harness suddenly loosened up as well. At first Fujiko began squirming in relief, thinking the spell was wearing off. but to her confusion none of the rigidity had been lost. She was still stuck.

What's… going on?! 

What the chest ropes were doing, rather than free her luscious body from their grasp, was fidget with her bra! 

"Hmn?!" She moaned flustered as the black and dark blue bra supporting her large breasts suddenly dropped onto the bed, exposing her bosom. 

Nooo!  

But that was only the beginning. Instead of remaining in place like a good little crotchrope, that piece of magical nylon running between her legs was now beginning to writhe around and slither its way into her lovebox!

"HMMNNN!" Poor Fujiko now began shrieking, her arms twisting madly to try and free herself from the box tie. But her efforts were completely in vain. And as a result, the ropes molesting her perfect body continued to have free reign.

This can't be! I'm getting turned on?! By the ropes?!!

That was exactly what was happening. All of those ropes wrapping her body into helplessness, from the slick nylon that kept carefully rubbing along the smooth skin of her fulsome chest, down to the thick bundled up rope now plunging itself into her snatch. All of it came together to drive, no force the young purplette towards an orgasm the likes of which she'd never experienced.

[30 minutes later]

Oh god! Please make it stop! I can't take anymore!!

"HMMNNNN!!" Fujiko wailed after her fourth consecutive orgasm had had erupted. Her mind was a haze, her body so exhausted she could no longer move except for instinctive twitching and jerking in response to her rope confines molesting her gorgeous body now gleaming from the sweat she was bathed in.

Suddenly though, the rope violating her cooch retreated and allowed her to rest. Like everything else that had happened today, she didn't understand where this behaviour came from, but for once she wasn't going to question it. She was just relieved it worked in her favour once, and deep down she began praying for the other ropes to follow its example

They didn't however, leaving the helpless purplette lying on her bed feeling sweaty, dirty and humiliated. With the little bit of remaining strength she had left, she rolled onto her front again in an attempt to cover her naked breasts and soaking panties.

“Hmnff!” The helpless young woman groaned as the ropes dug into her skin again. Evidently they hadn’t released her from her grasp just yet.

Now what do I do? Even after all of my struggling, I STILL don’t have a chance at freeing myself!

As the afterglow from her climax began to die down, the despair and gravity of her situation began to sink in.

Am I… going to…

“What are you doing, Fujiko-san?” Suddenly came out of thin air. Literally, because the owner of the voice was nowhere to be seen.

“Hmn?!” The purplette yelped startled, writhing confused.

That voice… could it be?!

“Oha heehaw (Soga Keena)?” She mewled into her gag.

“Yep! It’s me!” The red haired girl replied, undoing her magic to reveal her naked body.

The young mage tended to intrude on Fujiko’s experiments from time to time. Normally she’d tell her off for that, or even threaten the poor girl.

But not this time around. This time, Fujiko didn't mind one bit!

"uhai hee (untie me)!" She pleaded with the redhead.

"Are you working on a spell?"

The purplette shook her head. "Heh hee ow (get me out)!" She moaned, squirming fiercely to show her predicament.

"Ohhh, you can't get out! Is that it?!"

"Hmnn!" The bodacious witch groaned in annoyance with Keena's slow uptake. She nodding her head impatiently.

"How did that happen?"

"USH HEH HEE OWW (JUST GET ME OUT)!!"

That startled the redhead, making her turn invisible.

"OH! OW HOO (NO! DON'T GO)!" Fujiko screamed. "AI HOHEE (I'M SORRY)!"

After a few, heart-stopping seconds, Keena rematerialized. "You're not angry with me?"

The purplette shook her head furiously. "ush eese heh hee ow (just please get me out)." She whimpered.

"Okay." The redhead chimed, walking over to start fiddling with the knots.

But then a very scary thought entered Fujiko's mind. Even if Keena undid the knots, they'd just get done up again! Even worse: What if the ropes would target Keena for tampering with them?! 

"OW! AIH! (NO! WAIT!)" She stopped the red haired mage.

"W-what?" She yelped, flinching back and glimmering into nothingness for a few seconds. "What's wrong?"

"Uush aih ashihh shehh (Use my magic spell)." Fujiko replied, gesturing at her notes.

The red haired witch turned to spot the little booklet. She walked over to pick it up and read the still open page. 

"Like this?" She said as she described the same magic circle Fujiko had used.

Of course, that was the restraining circle, the cancellation incantation was jotted down further in the notes!

So what Keena had done was summon even more ropes to further restrain the poor purplette:

Thank God it wasn't the same avalanche from before, just one rope in fact. But boy did it make her life more difficult!

That fiendish black string first coiled itself around her ankle bonds and then slithered upwards along her thigh, brushing her butt cheeks as it finally settled into place by cinching around her ankle bonds and pulling itself so tight her ankles rested on her butt!

"HIII!!" She shrieked as her entire boy was pulled taut to the point of her large breasts leaving the soft mattress to be suspended in the air thanks to her bent over back. Obviously that unnatural position also made all of her other nefarious bindings dig in further.

Oh MY GOD! I'm going to be broken in half! She thought terrified as her body's predicament plummeted from uncomfortable to downright scary.

"OHUR AISH (OTHER PAGE)!!" She screamed with whatever breath she could draw.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Keen yelped as she quickly flipped through the book and showed another magic spell. "This one?"

"Hmnn!" Fujiko grunted, no longer able to move a muscle without hurting herself. The nod she gave was so slight it sent a shiver down her red haired saviour's spine.

She must really be in pain. I have to hurry!

Keena quickly described the magic circle she'd found and recited the incantation. Within moments all of the ropes that had kept Fujiko prisoner dissolved, leaving the bodacious witch sprawled out on her bed.

"Haah haah haaaaah." Fujiko panted heavily. "T-Thank you."

"What happened?" Keena asked curiously.

The purplette frowned at her. "Nothing! You hear me? Nothing happened here and no one is to ever hear anything different!"

The naive redhaired girl was startled by the purplette raising her voice, removing herself from view again and dashing off. "Sorrryyy!" She moaned once more, vowing to never bring up this terrifying experience.

Fuijko-san was scarier than normal today. I guess she's put a lot of work into that spell, but it still didn't work the way she wanted. But why would you create a magic that ties you up?!

Once again alone in her room, Fujiko laid down flat on her back. "Maybe I should throw out my notes and start from scratch…" She sighed, despite all the work she'd already put into that magic.

One thing was for sure: She was definitely never testing that spell again on her own!