Followup to the Loki thing

The summoner was staring at the wall, a thousand thoughts going through his mind. Yet none were complete, constantly interrupted by the sensation of something rumbling inside of him. He'd been trying his best to come up with a way to escape, as kicking and pulling hadn't done anything the last fifty times he had tried. Something told him the fiftyfirst attempt wouldn't work either.

Ever since Loki had infiltrated the castle and tied the summoner to his own bed he had been restless, unable to sleep due to the state she had left him in. The chaotic lady had placed a cock ring around his genitals to keep him from finding release. This wouldn't be a big problem in and of itself, but she had also left him with a small, phallic staff that vibrated inside of his back end. Every time it brushed against his prostate he felt his mind and body grow numb. The only concept of time he had left came from the orange hue outside, the light of the setting sun shining through the window of his personal quarters. He began to suddenly tear up a little, wondering if anyone even realised what was wrong.

With Loki taking his form he was afraid his friends might be in serious danger. Alfonse and Sharena weren't great (or honestly even good) fighters to start with, and without his guidance they might end up in a situation they weren't prepared for. He groaned into the ball shaped gag again, but it was an almost token effort with how little he could do. Or anyone there to hear him, for that matter.

However, when the dark of night finally fell he could hear the door to his room creak open, and he turned his head. His despair quickly turned to joy: while it was dark, he could make Alfonse's silhouette out through the light in the halls. He'd never been this happy to see the Askr prince, but he blushed self-consciously as he realised how embarrassing his situation was. He begged for help through his gag, and Alfonse quickly walked in. "Damn, to believe we were tricked so easily... are you alright?"

Alfonse began to untie the summoner's legs, mumbling to himself. "That witch really did a number on you... think you can walk? We're going to leave here for a bit, so we can sweep for any other intruders and such. Don't want you here when you're this vulnerable." The summoner nodded, and once the ropes were undone Alfonse helped him up. He didn't bother removing the summoner's gag, the cock ring or the vibrating staff, instead opting to support the summoner's weight to help him walk quickly.

It wasn't long before they had left the castle, stepping into the dark of night. "Alright, we're out. Think anyone saw us?" The summoner nodded as his friend asked the question, and a sly smile formed on the prince's face, hidden by the dark of night. "Good, that makes this all the easier."

Suddenly he dropped the summoner, letting him slump on the ground. Before he realised what was happening his blue haired "friend" crouched down and pushed his face into the dirt, muffling the screams of confusion further. "My... you're so easy to trick."

It was Loki's voice. Immediately he realised how weird this plan was, but in his sleep deprived state he hadn't realised it. The castle was still one of the safest places possible, with countless heroes to interfere if something had gone down. But now in dark of night he was helpless, the forest absorbing any noise far before it could even approach the castle.

"Hm, I made one small mistake," Loki said, placing her hand on her cheek. The summoner glared at her through the corner of his eye, barely making her rough shape out. "It would have been a lot more fun if I'd seen your face just now." Suddenly a dark aura formed around her hand, slowly covering the summoner's face. He struggled as he lost consciousness, but even when finally getting the rest he'd wanted so badly before he was not at peace, fearing what was to come.

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When the summoner came to he felt like he hadn't slept at all. And in practice he might as well not have. His arms were tied behind his back in an unforgivingly strict way, nearly pressing his elbows together. On the other hand his legs were spread apart, a metal bar leaving him no chance to move them closer together. He tiredly looked around the room, noticing it wasn't lit well at all. He couldn't see far beyond the candles strewn about the room, almost randomly.

What he could not miss even in the dark however was the bed right next to him, and the slight glittering of a chain. Said chain was attached to the bedpost on one end and a collar on the other. Said collar sat tightly around his neck, too tightly for his comfort. It didn't help that his mouth was now forced open by a large metal ring inside of his mouth, strapped in place by a small buckle around his head.

Minutes passed as he tried to piece everything back together. Slowly he began to remember the mistakes he made that led him here, and he realised where he must be. More importantly, he realised how hopeless the situation had become. He had no clue if any of his friends were safe, let alone alive. His eyes sank to the floor as he contemplated these things, but this was soon interrupted by light seeping into the room. As it opened he saw the figure of the sorceress creeping in with it, casting a shadow over him.

"My, no need to glare like that. If anything you'll want to get on my good side." Even with her face in the dark he could make out her smile, taunting him ever so slightly. But as much as he wanted to tell her to get bent, the ring shaped gag prevented any attempt to do so even if he had the courage to go through with it.

She closed the door behind her, and then crouched down before the summoner. "You know, it was adorable to see you yesterday. Oh, how you blushed when you thought your prince had saved you. Tell me, does your mind wander toward him often...?"

The summoner quickly and angrily shouted into his gag, trying to deny the allegations. The ring of metal did little to nothing to block out sound, but he still couldn't form coherent words between the drool and his unmoving jaws. She chuckled at the strong reaction, getting exactly what she'd wanted.

"Awfully flustered there. Hah, you really are an interesting one!" She was like a cat toying with its prey, and he hated every second of it. However, he didn't realise how much worse it could be until it happened. "You know, I am a shapeshifter. It won't be hard for me to see just how honest you are in your denial."

As a bulge formed in the woman's dress the summoner began to panic, realising the ring gag wasn't solely for humiliation.