Greed witch new clothing by lust witch

The dressing room was luxurious, lined with mirrors and draped in velvet curtains. Racks of clothing lined the walls—silks, laces, velvets, and leathers in every color imaginable. A chaise lounge sat in the center, surrounded by boxes of accessories and shoes.

Seraphina Ashcroft—the Greed Witch—stood before a full-length mirror, her arms crossed, her orange eyes narrowed with suspicion. She had agreed to this. Reluctantly. Vivi had been insistent, promising her something "new" and "exciting," and Seraphina's curiosity had gotten the better of her.

"I don't see why I need new clothing," Seraphina said, her voice sharp. "I have plenty. All of it expensive. All of it mine."

Viviandra Thorn—the Lust Witch—circled her slowly, a knowing smirk on her lips. "Because, darling, you wear the same silks and velvets every day. It's predictable. And you, of all people, should know the value of novelty."

She stopped before a rack draped in black leather and latex, her violet eyes gleaming.

"I've picked out something special for you. Something... different."

Seraphina's eyes narrowed further. "This is a trap."

"Of course it is." *Vivi's smile widened." "But you're still going to try it on, aren't you?"

The Greed Witch hesitated. She could walk away. She could leave. But the clothing was exquisite. And Vivi's confidence was irritating.

"Fine," Seraphina said, uncrossing her arms. "Show me."

Vivi pulled a leather and latex ensemble from the rack—a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit with straps, buckles, and strategic cutouts, accompanied by long gloves, thigh-high boots, and a matching collar. The material gleamed under the soft lighting.

"This is... excessive," Seraphina observed.

"It's perfect," Vivi corrected. "Now. Strip. And put it on."

Seraphina hesitated, then began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. She folded her expensive silks neatly, setting them aside. She would not give Vivi the satisfaction of seeing her flustered.

"There," *Vivi purred, circling her." "Now you look like someone worth desiring."

Seraphina met her gaze in the mirror. "This was never about clothing, was it?"

Vivi laughed, low and warm. "No. It wasn't."

She reached for a coil of leather straps from a nearby box.

"Now hold still, darling. This is the part you're really going to enjoy."

The dressing room was silent. The mirrors reflected everything. And Seraphina, the Greed Witch, stood in her new leather and latex, waiting to be bound.

Soon after. Seraphina was held a small red ruby. Then large cloth was held her while her fingers warped with tape together. Then her palms were warped tightly into fists using tapes and then leather mittens was put over palms and padlocked.

And they're are back again with the design of Greed's new garment:

• Rope of Infinitive was tied around Seraphina entire torse in harness. Ropes of infinitive: an magical artifact that have the ability to conjure infinitive length of rope in scarlet color. These rope are extremely durable and can withstand the force of an earth dragon, which is the reason why this tool is exclusively use to capture giant creature. Another feat of this magical gadget is that when she join the end of the rope line to its starting point, it will join together to create an unending loop and starting to tighten, give it to the name Infinitive. The miserable creature got caught in this bond will find their future in an agonized and torturous state, as to cut open the rope is virtually impossible without magical tool.
• Latex gloves: An additional layer to seal all bond under, preventing the capturer from picking the bond.
• Leather harness: extra measure to keep the target in restrain state.
• Mouth opener: tool to widen mouth of the target, it is modify to fit inside Seraphina mouth so as to prevent her from removing it. The Calamity Witch have terrorized the humanity for millenia, now they will pay their price, the tool is to ensure she will commit to it.
• Extra adhesive glue: extra measure to keep the target commitment.
• Supression crystal: multiple area have been planted with these crystal, the crystal act as a disruptor, diluting and scattering her mana. Abundant mana are the secret to an witch immortality and power, with this method, the witch can be supressed but keeping alive.
• Roller and Vibrator: Keeping the blood flow and stimulation purpose.
• Sensitilation oil: continuously recircultion and acting as stimulation.

Bounded and helpless, the Witch soon have her entire body cover in rope with her leg forced into an frogtied position. She is adored with accessories dangling on her majestic bosom, the clothes which is used to cover her body is doing nothing but make her body become more erotic than ever. She winced as what her constricted vision show her, at the end of the accessories hold two egg vibrators that instantly turn on after they attach to her nipples. The pain from the clamb along with the vibration make her cried from stimualtion. she begging the other to let her go, promising that she will be better but it is useless. The moment the rope touch her skin, her fate have already been sealed.

The mouth opener make all her words coming out to be incomprehesible noise as the man carried her into an empty room. Vivi put a pill into her mouth before squeezing her nose, forcing her to swallow it. Soon, the Vivi exit the room, leaving her in the empty room with nothing but light on the celling.

Seraphina thrashes her body, trying to find a loose knot or a sharp tool to take off her restraines. Four concrete walls surround with an light on top, she struggle in the room for many hours before she hear a sound. The door opens and dozen of men walking inside surrounding her, she questiones herself what is happening. As soon as the question linger on her mind the vivi start stripping, she open her eyes as the idea pop on her. She tries to run away but the cursed rope make it impossible, her eyes averted, her mouth scream as her punishment about to start.

Hour after hour.

Tired of the Seraphina moan, vivi decide to silence her at last. With mouth still dripping with whatever vivi previously shot into her, the witch is abruptly interrupt with an soft object shove deep inside her mouth. She was suprised by the strange texture but immediately winch in disgust, whatever the object is, it have a horrible smell and taste like semen mix with sweat and multiple unknown substance. She tried to spit out the disgusting object but another one is shove into her other cheek, two objects occupy two sides of her mouth filling every crevice causing her cheeks to puff out like an chipmunk.

"You like the taste? Those are magical sponge that have been imbued with Altering Spell, as long as it stay in your pretty mouth of yours, the sponge will infinitely changing your saliva into semen, body sweat and viagra. No need for nutrient since your body will instantly regenerate if consuming mana, this is just a reminder for you to know your place, a slave that can only feel the taste of semen."

Said the vivi before she showing her what seem like a giant 6 inches long phallic object. The thing is massive with thorn with multiple ring at the middle, the end is round ball that look like it can break her jaw, bigger than anything she have sucked, that however do not stop the vivi from ramming the thing inside her mouth, she gagged as each centimeter is push inside her throat. Finally, after the ball is pushed inside with a loud "POP", the witch is literally half-conscious with her eyes roll to the back of her skull with the object have disappeared inside her mouth, this however causing her to drool more and fill her mouth with more taste of semen. Vivi then wrap around her face with dozen roll of tape and scraves.

For the last step, Vivi pull out multiple devices, the nose snorkle and earplugs depriverate her senses completely, although the lens not blindfold, it greatly decrease her eyesight, causing her unable to seen clearly if they do not stand one meter close to her, her nipple is stick with vibrator and connect by a wire, hanging on it is a bell. Finally, Vivi add on reinforced leather mouthgag and blindfold, plunging her into total sensory depriveration. She no longer have her sense minus for her Touch, as the ViVi returning to pounding on her bound body.

As the slimy creature sliding on her over-sensitive body, she feel an large amount of liquid pouring from above her head, they are sticky but also smell nice. Suddenly, the air around her is cut-off, vivi have put a hood on her head, covering her face feature along with the tentacle. Despite the pressure she feel around her head, it seem this is not a bother to the tentacle. As they continuously squirming under the hood, finding every possible nook and cranny that they can reach into. Even with multiple heavy restrained layers, she can feel the tenticle's movement behind her blindfold and gag.

"nguuhn...u....nm... ugh"

Despite the impossible, the tentacle have magically bypassed all gag layers and circled around the giant phallic member, wiggle inside her mouth then down her throat before it settle at the end of her esophagus, still squriming. This does not concern vivi, as she pull the zipper, it is design so that it will completely blocking the chain from the point of view, a lock holding the zipper's pull and stop. A coded posture collar cover everything.

Soon her body is also covered with a rubber suit, the Witch is no more. Under the rubber layer hugging her curvaceous body, she can feel the rope digging into her body, the tormented of her vibrator, the rubbing of tenticles on her sensitive, all of this happening at once sending her mind into frenzy. Yet, from people point of view, in front of them is just a toy which is magically enchanted to flail around.

There is only the final step, Sealing her away. A final layer of leather belt to ensure she will be secure in her tomb.

She feel like she is some kind of cocoon, stucking in a shell but there is no way out. The rubber suit have done a fine job in isolating her from the outside world, her vision is complete darkness, her hearing is shut down. Since breathing is uneccessary for immortal, all respiratory tracts are blocked. Yet that is not the worse of it.

''mmm...."

She moans as she can feel the creature slide between her skin and rope, many circling around the phallic member in her mouth, vagina and anus, yet the restraint not seem to loose even a bit. The oil poured on her in the begnning is served as lubricant, assisting the tentacles movement without loosen the restrains. The suit will hold the rope and vibrator stay in place, making sure what inside will continue to stay inside. The stench and taste of semen still linger around, the unremovable restraint keeping her in one poisition, the stuffing of every holes in her body along with ravaging of tentacles will ensure her mind will always in delirium state.

Although she can still feel she is lying on the ground, but that is gravity doing its work. This is probably her fate, bound, gagged and locked in an unknown cell, can only wiggle and moan while get forgotten by time. Suddenly, a pressure in her belly warn her that somebody have picken her up, and before she can make sense of what is happeing. Leather harnesses strapped onto wall connect to hooks on her suit. She is stucked in a web made from leather holding her off the ground. Her final freedom is stolen. She thrash trying desperately to remove the belt but proved to be in vain. Dozen of belt keeping her in a frogtied position in the air as resin starting to flow inside the cell.

Two days later.

The cell was dim, lit only by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting pale light across the walls now coated in a thin layer of amber resin. At its center, suspended in a web of leather harnesses, hung Seraphina Ashcroft—the Greed Witch. Her body was entirely encased in the rubber suit, every curve sealed beneath its glossy surface. The rope of infinitive was invisible under the layers, but its grip was absolute, the endless loop still tightening imperceptibly with each passing hour. The tentacles beneath the suit continued their slow, ceaseless exploration, and the vibrators hummed faintly, their bells occasionally chiming with her involuntary movements.

She couldn't see. Couldn't hear. Couldn't speak. The gag and blindfold had plunged her into total sensory deprivation, leaving only touch—and touch was a constant, overwhelming torment of stimulation and restraint. She could still feel the weight of the phallic object lodged in her throat, the sponges in her cheeks endlessly converting her saliva into that horrible taste. She could feel the tentacles sliding, the rope digging, the resin slowly rising.

She was utterly, completely trapped.

The door opened.

Viviandra Thorn—the Lust Witch—stepped inside, her violet eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She wore a simple silk robe, her dark hair loose, a glass of wine in her hand. Behind her, you followed, silent as always, your gaze fixed on the suspended figure.

Vivi stopped before Seraphina, tilting her head, admiring her work.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" she murmured, more to herself than to you. "Completely helpless. Completely mine."

She took a sip of her wine, then gestured toward the bound witch.

"She can't hear us. Or maybe she can—just a little. The resin muffles everything, but she's immortal. Her senses are sharp. She might catch fragments." Vivi smiled. "But I can reach her if I want to. Telepathy. A little whisper in her mind."

She set her glass aside and reached out, her fingers brushing the rubber suit where Seraphina's cheek would be.

"You know," Vivi said, her voice soft, almost affectionate, "this was never about the clothing. Or the trap. Or even the sex." She glanced at you. "This was about keeping her. Forever."

She circled the suspended witch slowly, her heels clicking against the resin-coated floor.

"Seraphina is the Greed Witch. She collects things. She acquires. She keeps. But she never gives. She never surrenders. She never lets anyone have power over her." Vivi stopped, her smile widening. "Until now."

She gestured to the cell, the resin, the restraints, the humming vibrators.

"I planned this for months. Years, maybe. I studied her. I learned her weaknesses. Her pride. Her curiosity. Her obsession with rare things." She laughed softly. "I offered her something new. Something she couldn't resist. And she walked right into it."

She moved back to Seraphina, pressing her palm flat against the rubber suit.

"She's mine now. Forever. No one else can have her. No one else can take her from me. She's safe. She's contained. She's kept." Vivi's voice dropped to a purr. "And whenever I feel... overwhelmed. Whenever I need to release some of this lust I carry... I can come here. Use her. Play with her. She's my toy. My pet. My prisoner."

She turned to you, her violet eyes gleaming.

"That's why I called you. I wanted to share. I wanted you to see what I've made." She gestured to the bound witch. "And I wanted to offer you the same privilege. Whenever you want. Whenever you need. She's here. She's not going anywhere. And she can't say no."

She stepped closer to you, her voice a low murmur.

"Would you like to play with her? I can wake her up a little. Let her feel everything. Let her know what's happening." She tilted her head. "Or I can leave her in the dark. Either way... she's ours."

She gestured to the suspended witch, the offer hanging in the air.

Seraphina hung in her web, still, silent, unknowing. Or maybe knowing. Maybe sensing. Maybe screaming inside her own mind, unheard, unseen.

Vivi smiled.

"What do you say?"