Chantal strolled through the dense streets of her city. In front of her the crowds parted as she walked, most people's eyes roamed fearfully between the intimidating uniform and the even more intimidating insignia that marked her out as an elite bounty hunter. On it were the crossed spears of the Red Torrent, one of the most powerful and successful groups of hunters on this side of the planet, and it just so happens that Chantal is in the upper echelons. Chantal specialized in taking in the tough bounties, especially those magic users that required a…. special touch.
21:08:18
Today she’s been contracted by House Valmont for the retrieval of a very important item, that could be quite dangerous in the wrong hands. Somehow a bit of a no-name criminal had entered their city a little while ago, and without getting on the radar of any of the guilds she suddenly catapulted to the top of the list with the theft of this item from House Valmont. Chantal did her due diligence and spent a few days researching this new magic user, she collected all the relevant information that she could dig up and when she finally felt ready she went to set up her ambush in an alley that Tilly frequented.
21:08:25
The red-clad bounty hunter positioned herself at the middle of the alley, halfway between the entrance on one end and the exit on the other. If Tilly kept to her somewhat regular routine the witch would arrive within the next couple hours to take the shortcut the alley had to the other side of the market street. Chantal took the time to prepare her trap.
21:08:32
She positioned two sets of lode stones on either end of the alley, these were shaped like small grey rocks, unnoticeable except for their perfect roundness. On Chantal’s command the rocks would spring to life and block off the alley, preventing any escape or interference from the outside while she took care of this crook. The hunter spent the rest of the time setting up a few others things but for the most part she felt confident in taking out this criminal and making sure that Tilly would never break the peace of this city ever again.
21:08:39
"H-hello?"
I say timidly and wave at the ominous figure, still oblivious she is there exactly for me. "Amm, quite a lovely evening tonight, eh?"
I move closer, my usual laid back demeanour shaken by a suspicion. What if I am in danger?
21:18:07
Chantal smirks as Tilly enters the alley, her slight grin obscured by the wide brim of her hat. She waits until the witch has cleared the lode stones at the front of the alley before she does anything. The moment Tilly passes the rocks Chantal issues her command by simply flexing her fingers in a certain pattern. A second later a subtle shifting sound can be heard from both ends of the alley and a large transparent wall is suddenly erected, trapping the two of them in this dark alleyway.
21:26:38
Chantal takes one last moment to scan the witch, looking for anything out of place before she finally take a single step forward and says, “Tilly Fernwood for your crimes in this great city you have had a bounty placed on your head. As of this moment you may consider yourself detained, if you resist…” Chantal trailed off with a wide mocking smile on her face, “well if you resist let’s just say I’ve been authorized to maximise your punishment to the greatest extent possible.”
21:26:44
The red-clad bounty hunter tossed her cloak over her shoulder revealing the well-honed body of a woman who is no stranger to combat, ensuring that she maximizes her intimidation of this bounty.
21:26:50
"W-woah woah, a punishment? Bounty? Wh... What are you on about? You sure you have the right witch, Miss Serious. I assure you my crimes do not warrant suc-"
I pause once you tossed your cloak, revealing a body of someone with experience. "A-aheem, h-how about we talk about this? Hmm? No need to do something we might regret later? Hmm?* I take a step back, visibly worried about the situation I found myself in. My left hand cautiously unclasped the leather satchel hanging at my side.*
21:34:48
Chantal’s brow furrowed a bit seeing the incredulous look on Tilly’s face. Either this criminal is an excellent actress or she genuinely doesn’t know about the bounty on her head. Regardless, Chantal has a job to do. The hunter steps forward slowly closing the distance as each of her booted heels step through the slightly wet and muddy ground of this dim alley.
21:43:40
“You’ll keep your hands where I can see them Tilly, otherwise you might force me to take more…. stringent measures.” The drawl coming from Chantal was one of bopth indifference and somehow it relayed the utmost confidence, this was not a woman who worried about her opponents. They were simply in the way of a safer city and, of course, a large payout.
21:43:47
Chantal kept her eyes peeled on every action the witch was taking, she made sure to get withing a few steps of the girl and otherwise subtly bent her legs waiting to make a quick lunge or dodge as required based on what this girl would now do.
21:43:54
“A-ahem, wow, okay, you are serious. No room for negotiation? Maybe a little? No? Hmm, okay, well, let’s not be hasty...”
I raise my hand up where you can see them, but, my satchel keeps on opening by itself, a grimoire floats upwards and opens itself in the air next to me. "Oops~" I murmur, glancing at the book as if I’m just as surprised as anyone. "You know how magic is… a mind of its own sometimes." The pages flick rapidly, ink shimmering across old parchment. A spell is forming. I shift slightly, keeping my hands raised, but my body is tense, waiting, calculating. Chantal is close now, too close to ignore, her stance steady, ready to strike at the first sign of resistance. "Now, Miss Serious, I’d hate for this to get messy. But, uh… I don’t really like being ‘detained,’ so…" A hum of energy crackles from the grimoire. "How about a little compromise?" I say but as I say it, I feel the bracelet around my wrist buzz with energy, somehow it was connecting with the grimoire, overcharging it. "W-wait a moment, what?"
My eyes widen in surprise.
21:51:27
Chantal almost didn’t wait for Tilly’s last sentence to finish, as soon as the grimoire came out and started to buzz with a threating air, Chantal got serious quickly. Her mocking smile slipped off her face as she rapidly ducked down, her movements were quick and decisive leaving no time for an unready opponent to react. The red-clad hunter charged forward on swift feet, using the bracer on her right arm she smacked the grimoire out from directly in front of Tilly’s face and to the right hoping that the physical action would throw off whatever magical energy the witch was channeling through it.
22:01:56
“You should not be raising a weapon of power against a Red Torrent hunter, it is very much deemed as an act of resistance.” Chantal said as she closed the last little gap to Tilly.
22:02:04
Chantal used her free hand to slam a quick controlled punch into Tilly’s belly right above her waist line. The punch wasn’t really to cause much damage, more for a disorienting shock attack, instead Chantal took the opportunity, slipping a small short dagger from her belt and slashed upwards. Her aim was not to cut into skin, instead the sharp metal sliced a thin ribbon up the side of the clothes the criminal was wearing shearing the cloth like it was made of paper. As Chantal steps past Tilly she spun and gave the witch a simple push from her rear, forcing Tilly even deeper into the alley.
22:02:11
Chantal took a step back, as she gazed at Tilly’s rear while clutching the small dagger in her palm, “I guess I’ll no choice but to detain you the hard way.” Although by the look on her face it was clear she didn’t mind that at all.
22:02:16
"Hnngh!"
I stumble, my body jolting from the blow, my breath coming short. The grimoire crashes to the ground beside me, its leather cover twitching, buzzing, almost writhing. Its pages flip violently as if caught in an unseen wind, ink bleeding and reforming. I clutch my stomach, the dull ache pulsing under my palm, my head still reeling from the sudden hit. I blink, refocusing on the woman in red, standing firm. "W-wait, what are you… doing?"
I manage, voice tight, half a question, half an accusation. Then, the voice comesIt isn’t mine. It echoes through the alley, low and warped, each syllable vibrating with raw, unstable power. A spell, my spell, one of the experimental ones, but it wasn’t me who spoke it. "Flames arise and embers bite, turn the hunter from my sight!" An orb of fire starts forming above the grimoire and suddenly launches toward my opponent.
22:17:56
The bounty hunter was pleased to see the girl try and fight back, a defensive posture would have been wiser perhaps but Chantal was glad for the more interesting fight this would bring.
22:25:46
As the streak of fire flew through the air, Chantal ducked and dodged out of the way of the flaming ball of fire. Her head mere centimeters away from the heated ball that would definitely have done quite a bit of damage had she allowed it to hit. Chantal tried as best she could to not back away from her assailant. Instead, she dodged the orb by shuffling her feet only slightly and let her upper body do the rest of the work. This had the effect of keeping her close to the witch.
22:25:53
Once the bounty hunter deemed it the right moment, she suddenly pounced forwards, with an explosion of speed. Chantal’s outstretched arm came into contact with Tilly first, this time instead of a belly punch Chantal grabbed at Tilly’s waist, twisting the girl to face the other direction as Chantal stepped up behind her. Facing Tilly’s back now, Chantal’s dagger moved up at lighting speed, two swift upward slashes, the knife once again cut through the clothes like it was nothing, in the seconds it took for the hunter to execute those slashes the shirt suddenly had two long cuts in it forming a large ‘X’ in the back. She left Tilly’s skin untouched once again.
22:26:01
Chantal grunted and aiming for the target that was the ‘X’ she planted her boot in the small of Tilly’s back and gave the girl a firm push kick that would send the criminal flying down the alley as the bounty hunter carried on at a more leisurely pace behind her.
22:26:08
My face smacks against the wet dirt of the alleyway as I land down face first. "H-hnnngh..."
With hurried movements I attempt to stand up, only to stumble and fall down again, crawling away from the... assassin? Hunter? Whatever she was, she was more than a capable threat. She came prepared. I could hear the grimoire still buzzing and flapping on the ground next to us, its pages desperately flipping, as if it is searching for a fitting spell the get me out of this mess. "N... No, wait, c-come on..."
I whimpered as I dragged myself away from the hunter. The bracelet on my wrist continues to resonate, adding to my confusion.
22:33:12
I can hear her slow, deliberate footsteps catching up to me.
22:33:56
The bounty hunter followed the flailing criminal deeper into the alley, she chuckled loudly as she saw the witch fall face first into the ground. Chantal was not above goading her opponents by insulting them. “You know it’s rare that I see such a pathetic display of magic around these parts. I suppose you can’t muster anything half decent.”
22:40:57
She allowed that to sink in with her opponent as she began her next series of movements. Chantal decided to let loose a little, now not holding back the bounty hunter went into motion. Her expert footwork made the alley her playground, she wasn’t just moving fast, she was moving smart and tactfully. Every twist of her body brought her closer to her prey, the slightest flick of her dagger produced yet another cut on the linen holding that shirt together. In the amount of time it would taken to say thirty words, Chantal had delivered ten new slashes into Tilly’s top. The material barely holding itself together by the time Chantal disengaged and stepped away from the criminal crawling across the ground.
22:41:05
The red-clad woman put some distance between the two of them and allowed her opponent to catch her breath she didn’t want this to end too soon.
22:41:11
"Y-you’ve made your point!"
I wheeze, my fingers trembling as they brush against the damp ground. "No need to... to ruin a perfectly good outfit..."
I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing my hands up in a pathetic, surrendering gesture. "Alright! Fine! I get it, you win!"
I gasped, shifting on my knees, keeping my head low, my voice small and shaky. I let my fingers tremble just enough to sell the exhaustion, the defeat. And when Chantal took even a half-step closer, just enough to reach for me, I moved. My fingers yanked at the collar of my sweater, pulling it up and over my head in a sudden, frantic motion. The fabric flung forward, a clumsy, desperate mess of cut up wool aimed right at her face. I didn’t wait to see if she batted it away, I was already moving. I lunged, my fingers scraping against wet stone as I grabbed the grimoire. It was still buzzing, still flipping pages wildly, like it was alive, searching, waiting. I didn’t read. I didn’t think. I just slammed my palm down onto the open page. The words on the page didn’t wait for me to say them. They ripped from my mouth in a voice that wasn’t entirely mine. "From the veil between sight and sin, let my will take root within! Open the gate, break the chain! Make me more than flesh again!" The air cracked. The alley shook as I stood there, now in nothing but my boots and stockings, white skin smeared with dirt and mud. A force erupted from beneath me, a wave of twisting, shapeless magic that surged outward, knocking everything in its path away from me. I felt it coil around my body, a second skin, warping, shifting... changing. For a moment, I could see her through it all, the dust, the shifting shadows, the pulse of unnatural energy I could suddenly feel in my bones. **(Corruption +10%)
22:58:07
Chantal gave her opponent a slight smirk when she looked down at the ground almost in defeat. The point had clearly been well-made, Chantal could get close enough to strike and get out quick enough that Tilly was unable to do anything about it. The bounty hunter almost
almost took that as a sign that this fight was basically over. However, Chantal’s experience wouldn’t allow her to drop her guard and a second later Tilly validated that feeling by tossing her ruined sweater at her.
23:18:56
Chantal flicked her wrist in the direction of Tilly, the deadly knife flew through the air and caught the sweater as it sailed across the alley at her. The knife dragged the sweater through the air buried itself into the alley wall behind the witch’s back, the shirt hanging off of the dagger like some tattered banner flopping in the wind. The distraction worked though, cause as Chantal was dealing with the clothing Tilly got back to the grimoire.
23:19:02
The hunter knew that whatever she was channelling now was not some trifling force, she could feel the power building as Tilly spoke. As the explosive force of power flew outwards Chantal could only take evasive actions as she jumped high and tried to avoid the worst of it. The magic still clipped her legs and she was forced to stumble as she landed barely keeping her balance.
23:19:09
Despite all the magic shenanigans Chantal grinned, “Nice little trick there, still not going to change the face that at the end of this I’ll have you in a nice snug collar,” the bounty hunter was clearly mocking the girl and it showed on her face. “Shall we continue then?”
23:19:20
Of course, Chantal didn’t bother waiting for an answer, the bounty hunter was moving again. This time though she had no dagger, instead she used her bare hands. Again, Chantal moved with lethal speed, her body gracefully sliding from side to side as she closed the distance. Once she was close enough to strike, she began her attacks, Chantal did not hit with lots of power, not even really a true fraction of her strength. She only gave short shallow punches, but she gave them everywhere, she didn’t want to bruise her opponent, she didn’t want her knocked out, she only intended to have the grimoire once again knocked out of her hands while leaving the girl dazed and confused but still standing.
23:19:29
And so, with methodically precision the professional went to work. Punches rained in from all directions it seemed like, striking the stomach and inner thigh, the back and knees. Everywhere Chantal got an open shot she delivered a punch, and unfortunately for Tilly, the bounty hunter was only getting faster and faster. The blows rained in, to the cheeks, to belly and of course to those newly exposed breasts.
23:19:38
Chantal was flying through her motions so fast that she doubted that her opponent really noticed what all these punches were covering. As the bounty hunter danced around her opponent a thread of string so thin and clear that light passes through it was being fed by her hands and fingers and beginning to get draped over, under and around the witch. The string would have no effect on her opponent’s movements yet and it wouldn’t until Chantal activates it. Once she was satisfied that enough of the string was wrapped around her opponent Chantal stopped her rain of blows and stepped back.
23:19:53
I gasp, barely holding myself up. Every hit lands, sharp and punishing, leaving me reeling. I collapse to my knees, arms weak, breath ragged. My body refuses to move the way I want it to. Every strike, every blow, has taken its toll. My muscles scream. My vision swims. The grimoire is gone. The magic is still there, whispering, but it is distant now, slipping through my fingers like sand. I should have been faster, I should have just... accepted what the whispers offered. My chest rises and falls in shallow, shaky gasps. I press a hand to the ground, trying to push myself up, but my limbs shake and give out beneath me.
23:32:55
Chantal chuckles as she watches the witch’s strength give out, “it’s a good thing you’re somewhat cute cause your fighting is pitiful. I think you might at least make a decent impression on the folks at the prison!”
23:38:58
She wasn’t about to allow Tilly to regain her composure though, it was time to end the fun here. Chantal flicked her finger over the activation rune for the string she had draped over her. Suddenly, all the overlapping and tangled mess of string began to glow a light blue, turning the criminal into a bit of a lightshow in this alley. The strings simultaneously began to expand, growing thicker and heavier until they were as wide and heavy as a very high-quality rope.
23:39:04
As soon as the ropes stopped glowing Chantal gave the length of rope in her hand a firm yank and watched as it tightened around Tilly’s body. The red-clad woman moved fast, her boot coming down to firmly press down onto Tilly’s back pinning the brown-haired criminal to the floor as Chantal bent down and grabbed the book off of the floor tossing it far out of Tilly’s grasp. The bounty hunter gave the girl’s rear a nice firm spank enjoying the way her ass bounced in response.
23:39:10
The ropes pulse tighter around my body, heat tingling against my skin as they settle into place. I shift, testing them, but the hold is firm, unyielding. My chest rises and falls in shallow gasps, body trembling from exhaustion, from the weight pressing me down. Her boot grinds into my back, pushing me further into the dirt, making sure I feel every bit of my place beneath her. A soft whimper escapes my lips as she smacks my exposed ass. With a barely audible whimper I ask. "W-what do... you... want..."
The question was filled with desperation and... acceptance?
23:47:02
“I simply aim to do my job and today that means bringing you in!” Chantal stated as she brought the tip of her spare dagger down and sheared through the girl’s stockings. Cutting off the stocking leaves the girl in nothing but her boots. The humiliation of having the rest of her dignity cut away was not a sight that Chantal wanted to miss by staring at her back.
23:50:35
Chantal’s boot came off the criminal’s back and instead slipped underneath her stomach, with a light lift Chantal forced the witch over onto her back. As she flipped the girl over the undergarments came apart and remained on the floor, leaving Tilly completely nude with a fully clothed opponent standing over her.
23:51:13
“Tilly, as I stated before, you are hereby detained by the Red Torrent, your rights are revoked and remanded into the care of the capturing hunter.” Chantal paused for effect, “I will hear your surrender now.” She states in an icy tone as a smirk spreads across her face.
23:51:20
If I could, I would have rolled my eyes right now. Not only am I utterly defeated, she wants to hear me admit it. The words came without hesitation. "I-I surrender." *Saying it out loud made me squirm in discomfort and humiliation. "J-just, tell me... What have I done? P-please? Ma-maybe we can fix it, yes? Is it... have I accidentally cursed someone? One of my po-potions caused... hnng... issues?"
I ask as I squirm in my binds.
23:57:43
Chantal grinned wildly taking in the sight of Tilly’s naked body lying beneath her. She so very much loved hearing those words of defeat from her captured prey. “Oh no cutie, don’t try and talk yourself out of this one, you very well know what you did!”
00:01:40
It’s clear to the bounty hunter that the criminal beneath her had no more intention of resisting. So, Chantal reached down and placed her hand onto Tilly’s head, her fingers curling into the brown hair, then with a firm pull she forced the criminal up and onto her knees. Once Tilly was kneeling Chantal flicks her fingers a couple times over the ropes and they once again begin to move.
00:01:53
“Let’s get you all trussed up now! Criminals like you can’t be allowed to walk free after all!” Chantal said with a grin.
00:02:04
I squeeze my thighs together, heat pooling in my core as I shift against the tight ropes holding me in place. My body betrays me, shuddering under her gaze, my breath coming in soft, desperate pants. Every little motion, every tiny struggle against my bonds, only makes the situation worse, makes me more aware of how helpless I am. I know she enjoys this. Watching me squirm. Watching me break. "W-what do you mean? Out of what?! Wh-why are you even doing... what are you doing?!"
My eyes widen in panic as you continue with your plan.
00:09:16
Chantal just absolutely loved the utter panic that seems to be setting in with Tilly, the fear and desperation would make this one so much easier to break. Plus, the embarrassment of being stripped down and tied up in public will surely accelerate that.
00:15:12
The ropes start dancing all over Tilly’s body, at first there didn’t seem to appear as though there was a rhythm to the madness. However, soon enough the ropes started to form proper bands and shapes. Tilly’s arms are first pulled behind her back, forcefully placed horizontally across her as the ropes bind them into a tight box-tie. With the criminal’s arms secured the ropes pulled her arms firmly against her back as a harness was being intricately created across her body. Many coils of rope are looped over and under her perky boobs, the bands around her chest stretching up over her neck and back down again, creating a lovely star harness that forces the girl’s chest outwards as it pins her arms against her back.
00:15:20
As the ropes do their work Chantal takes a moment to lightly pinch her captive’s perky pink nipples just to illicit a reaction from her. “Too bad you resorted to crime, you would have made a lovely bar maid,” Chantal said with a cheeky grin.
00:15:28
I gasp, body jerking as the ropes shift, slithering around my skin with a slow, deliberate precision. Each coil tightens just enough to steal my breath, just enough to remind me how utterly trapped I am. My arms are pulled back, my chest pushed forward as the intricate knots force me into the perfect shape for her amusement. I squirm as I feel her fingers on my nipples. "Ahhnn... A-a barmaid?"
I ask, voice dripping with confusion as my cheeks blush. "I-Is this what you do to all your bounties?"
I finally ask, realizing where this is going. Somehow, the realization was almost a... relief? Was it due to corruption? Was it cause I peered into those forbidden pages? No, can't thing of that right now, too many thought, too many feelings...
00:23:46
“Oh I do it to plenty of my bounties, in this case though House Valmont made a special request for me to make an example out of you.”
00:30:21
"H-house Valmont?"
From my reaction you can see that I really had no clue what was going on. "I-is this not... example enough..." *I ask, my voice soft, pleading.
00:31:58
Chantal laughed at that, “funny you should say that because the message that accompanied the bounty on you explicitly mentions, and I quote here, ‘strip that thief of all her fucking dignity and send her off to the worst jail around’, so you see I’m really just fulfilling the mandate of my job.”
00:33:34
Once Tilly’s boobs are firmly secured by the ropes, the dancing across her body resumes with the ropes forming a perfectly constructed lattice of diamond shapes stretching all the way down the girl’s toned light skin and reaching her crotch. The rope looped around her waist, over and under her thighs before coming up through the middle resting perfectly across her slit in a tight crotch rope.
00:33:41
Chantal stopped the ropes before they begin working on Tilly’s legs, that’ll come later. So, a few lengths of rope hang down from the crotch rope unused for now, as the bounty hunter slowly circles her trussed up prize.
00:33:59
GHhah~
I couldn't supress letting out a lustful moan that echoed through the dark abandoned alley. As the rope rubbed me, I couldn't help but to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, at least for a moment. You could see my chest rising and falling quickly, the rope digging into my skin. "S-still, don't know what... Why..."
I continued witch closed eyes, my toes curling as I clenched my thighs together, as If I attempted to stop the rope laying on my slit from rubbing me furhter. "P-prison? I... I... was... never~ ooohn~"
Question gets cut off by a moan out of my control.
00:40:07
“You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit, perhaps a criminal like you couldn’t wait to get defeated like this?” Chantal asks with a grin as she takes in the sight of Tilly’s chest rises and falling to the motions of the rope against her crotch.
00:43:06
"I-I am no... not..."
I explained myself, obviously doubting my own words. The arousal was undeniable. The knots on the rope dig deeper into my skin each time I squirm, each time I arch my back it feels like its cutting in, but, for some reason, this pain, this hurting. It brings me pleasure.
00:47:48
“Uh huh, I wasn’t born yesterday girl, clearly you’re loving the fact that a superior woman just happened to come along and put you in your place,” Chantal declared with a cocky smirk.
00:49:42
The bounty hunter pulled out two small items from her pouch as she was talking. The slender metallic piece was placed at Tilly’s throat, Chantal moved the brown hair away from her neck before touching the activation rune. The metallic strip was quickly expanding, wrapping itself tightly around Tilly’s pale and exposed throat. The collar that formed had no seams, no visible way to remove the device, the pale cold metal formed a perfect fit around the captured girl in a way that made it appear to be perfectly custom made for the girl here.
00:49:48
"A-a superior mmmnh woman has a name?"
I asked, squirming on the dirty ground under you, face getting more and more flustered. I barely reacted when the collar snapped shut, just a small shudder, nothing more. Inside of my head, I tried to reason with myself, why am I acting like... this. This is not me... I am being threated by prison and torture, and here I am, rolling around in the filthy back alley, while a sadistic woman in red humiliates me further. And I am enjoying it...
00:57:04
“You have the great privilege of getting collared by Chantal, of the Red Torrent Guild!” The red-clad woman bends down and lightly fingers the front of the collar, the metal band extends a small hook out the front. The bounty hunter then clips the other small device to the hook and it extends out into a long and solid looking leash.
00:59:07
“Up you get Tilly, let’s walk you over to the market, I think that would be a good spot to put you on display for a while.”
00:59:15
Chantal grabs Tilly underneath her armpits and help the witch to her feet before lightly tugging on the leash forcing the bound criminal to follow her.
00:59:26
"Y-yes~"
I obediently answer, still in disbelief of my actions. With wobbly, shaky legs, and arms bound behind my back, I somehow stood up, willing to endure my punishment however Chantal sees fit.
01:02:01
** Chantal The Bounty Hunter left the game (definitively). **
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