Stranded

“Ever been stranded before?” I asked Shadada, staring up at her taut naked ass. It was wiggling some four meters above me in a tropical tree right where the beach met the jungle.

She grunted and something snapped. A huge moon-shaped fruit (not banana) covered in what looked like leaf noodles dropped before me.

“Ran out of rations once or twice on an adventure, but never stranded. Not like this.” Shadada yanked loose another fruit.

I picked them up as they fell. Each was easily the size of my forearm, kinda wiggly, and very grab happy with those still worming leaf-noodles. Sadly, we had work to do, so I was keeping them far away from my body.

“Not much of a boater, huh?” My eyes drifted between her privates, ass, and athletic back.

“Girl, I live – lived – in a port town–”

“Sorry about that by the way, your home.”

Shadada waved off my apology, like it was no big deal. “And I was the zealous paladin of a pervy goddess–”

“You’re welcome~”

She chuckled and dropped another fruit. “I did travel. A lot. Just wasn’t escorting a former pervy goddess with a ‘please enslave and breed me’ magically tattooed to her horny ass womb when I did…”

“Nngh…” I slid a hand over my belly, tracing the lewd curves of Noi’s magical brand. “Shaddie, you know I get horny when you put it like that.”

“You get horny from just breathing.”

“Heh, fair. Tho, kinda not true. I am a true connoisseur of degradation and bondage, an enslavement aficionado. I am divinely horny. And my masochism and sluttery are only possible due to my godly virtues.”

A fruit dropped on my head.

“Ow? Hey!”

“You’ll need to practice that speech a lil bit or get used to fruits thrown at you,” said Shadada, sliding down the tree.

I threw a not-banana right back at her. To my dismay, she caught it and made it look cool when she did so. Gosh, that elf could be such a sexy annoying smuglet when she tried! We gathered the fruits and started back towards our ‘base’.

“We won’t be founding one of those stuffy speech-and-sermon kinda religions. What I’ve in mind is more of a cult.”

“You’ve been thinking?” Shadada raised a brow.

“Yeah. Surprised?”

“Awed. Ion, the fallen goddess hath performed her first miracle.”

“Bitch! Oh and by the way I think getting peppered with fruits and whatnot might be fun. Imagine being shackled or in stocks in middle of a town and getting fucked and fruited by the townsfolk as some punishment.”

“Hot.”

“Yeah, so, I was thinking. This religion business. It’s probably gonna be more like a cult. Don’t have the details down too well yet, and I do need a few more apostles and real miracles to gather power. BUT. Okay, imagine this…”

“Imagining bouncy goddess tiddies.” Shadada nodded along a little over-eagerly, making fun of me (at least I think she was making fun of me.)

“Hidden in cloistered lesbian monasteries sprinkled throughout the known world–”

“Where do I sign?”

“You’re already in dumbo, don’t interrupt.”

“Shit. Nice.

“Hidden in what I just said are a priesthood of mysterious priestesses dedicated to the Bound Goddess – that’s me! – who sacrifice their nubile flesh and bodies in various lewd rituals to calm and appease powerful entities and natural disasters through submission, bondage, and various forms of humiliation. It’s all about hot and nubile priestesses, and why not some femmy priest boys, dressing up slutty and gaining my divine favor through bondage and submission. The bigger the peril they get in, the more divine power I give them! That way they can use my miracles to get out of really tough situations, if they don’t wanna spend their lives as some tentacle-monsters egg-storage for example. Through prayer and sex they will appease and satisfy the dangers threatening good people of this world!”

“Okay… yeah, that does sound like you.”

“Yeah! And I was thinking about some rituals and stuff. It could have faithful volunteering themselves for public use, raising morale by parading their bound bodies through streets of large cities, setting up Peril Poles – holy locations where they may be bound to calm the horny horrors of remote locations – and sacrificial shrines, and doing a bondage pilgrimage journey around the world from freedom to slavery where they beg for spare change in exchange for being fucked in towns they visit.”

We had arrived at the camp. Shadada sat on the huge squiggly tree we’d set up around and got to peeling the fruits. Inside the bark-like wrapping was a surprisingly sturdy and somewhat slimy flesh, with an additional advantage of making your tongue tingle upon contact.

Meanwhile, former Captain Snaps continued to grunt and groan as she struggled while slowly rotating a couple feet above the beach. We’d strung her up with the combined skill of two lifelong rope bunnies, and honestly I’m pretty proud of realizing I could do damn fine knots. Despite us having like half a loop of regular rope (not Snaps’ magical stuff), we’d managed to give her a sturdy crotch-harness that also folded up her tanned legs and bound them ankle-to-ass. Given the lack of rope, we’d simply fixed her arms at elbows and wrists and then attached them to her rear to leave her in a very rear-balanced hog-tie. In my infinite benevolence as a goddess of all things good in the world, I’d also given her a snug rope collar to choke slightly on and two taut loops of rope-gag, between which I’d pinned her tongue for extra drool and embarrassment.

I plopped next to her. “Sup, Captain. Spot any rescuers?”

She tried to blow matted abyss-blue hair off of her eye to glare her golden eyes at me. When that failed, Snaps instead resorted to growling.

Shit. The sight of her. My pussy throbbed with jealousy and second-hand masochism. I began biting my lip as my eyes trailed over her sea-toned curves, and the cage of ropes that bit into her crotch in all the right spots.

“You know, Shadada…”

“You kinda wish we could be the ones tied and captive on an abandoned island instead? Yea,” she said casually, tossing me a fully peeled fruit.

“What?” I gave her a blank stare and failed to catch it. The arm-length slime curve smacked on my tits and bounced off. “When’d you start reading minds?”

She snorted, giving me a grin of elfish smugness. “All thanks to me being a devout apostle. And my goddess having two horny and tied up brain cells.”

Snaps chuckled, and said through her gag, “Now, now, don’t you worry, little miss slave. I’ll have you two tied and ready for market the moment I get out of these...”

“Two?” I feigned outrage. “I’ll have you know one doesn’t reach this level of sluttery with anything less than a galaxy worth of horny!”

Shadada tossed one unpeeled fruit aside and approached me with two, still grinning as she nudged my chin up with one of them. “Right. My bad. How could I ever”–she punctuated by pressing the other fruit’s tip against my tummy–”appease and make it right with my dumb-ass god-slut?”

Right beside us, Snaps intensified her struggling efforts, huffing and sweating and moaning as she only managed to add pressure on her crotch-ropes.

“Nnnghh.” I held my ground, balling my fists as the floppy fruit’s tip left translucent smears of fruit-stuff all over the lewd tracking mark over my womb. I groaned, “Shdada…”

“Yes, my goddess?” Her cheeks were flushed as well, her pupils just as wide with arousal as mine, and her glistening elf-pussy just as wet as mine.

“Nnnh…” I didn’t elaborate further.

She continued tracing the fruit around my hips, circling a safe distance around my sensitive spots. My body shivered. My nipples stiffened. My clit and lips swelled and my pussy ached. Thoughts began to melt away into subby euphoria. I had to act quick!

Decisively, I seized the fruit beneath my chin. While staring my lust straight into Shadada’s eyes, I rolled my tongue around the slime-coated tip and eased the thick fruit into my mouth with a long drawn-out and very satisfied mmmmnph. Gyrating my hips against the tip that refused to even tease my opening, I began to swallow.

And, as I eased it into my throat, I reached out to Shadada’s chin, parting her lips with my thumb.

“Nngh. Shit.” Shadada shuddered and the dam broke.

In a rush of movement, our gorgeous bodies entangled on the beach. My elf-slut swallowed her share of the fruit, tears swelling in her eyes when it began penetrating her throat. The two of us competed to deep-throat it, slurping and moaning as our curves ground each other’s and our hands rushed to slip the other fruit inside us.

I ended on top of the muscular paladin and slipped. Gravity thrust the last few inches of the fruit down our throats, eliciting a united whimper from us as our noses bumped. Shadada had already gotten herself penetrated by her half of the other fruit and was melting, while making soft choking noises. She tried to get handsy with my ass and start humping me.

I made a frustrated sound. The crotch-fruit stood between my thighs, taunting me!

Understanding lit up Shadada’s eyes. She moaned in agreement. Then, like a teasing bitch she is, began milking my breasts and nipples instead of groping my ass.

Further sounds of frustration were turned to drooling gurgles by the stuff in my throat. I tried to reason with her.

She answered my whimpers by grinning around the pale-green plant gagging her and began sloooowly twisting my nips. Hurry up, she implied.

I made about every pathetic little sound on the planet as I tried to scamper up. However, the shared dildo-gag held my face in place, and Shadada had my nipples imprisoned in a pinch. Still, after a lot of groaning and acrobatic back curving, I managed to raise my ass up high, high enough to get past the tip of the fruit standing out of her–

Holy shit, it was high.

I paused, a thrill of dread running through me. That wasn’t a foot-long fruit. The length she’d left for me to penetrate myself on was down-right lethal lengths of cock.

Nipple twist intensified.

I cried out.

I had to hurry! Holding myself up on the tips of my hooves as I aimed the curved thing against my slit. It slid in embarrassingly easily. My thirsty slut-hole swallowed up sticky Ion-spreading inches and squished against her wet pussy.

Sounds of stupid drooled out of my mouth. My eyelids fluttered and the horny-nerves in my brain fired up. My still twisted nipples burned with pain. Tears blurred my vision. Plant cock filled me up all the way to the womb and dented the entrance inward. My swollen mound bumped against Shadada’s and all strength fled my body as orgasm tightened my belly and thighs.

Muscles of the sexy tan elf beneath spasmed as she came with me. Hands found mine. Fingers entwined. We stared each other in dumb orgasming eyes, singing a pathetic duet of gurgling moans as our hot, sweaty, and clenched orgasming lower bodies ground against each other, suffering through the choking-thick fruits shoved in our throats.

I sought my asshole with my tail and began teasing it with the tip, adding a bit of anal masturbation to the first high. Except Shadada found out, grabbed my tail, and turned it from soft tease to brutal tailfuck.

As revenge, I started massaging her elf ears and melted the muscles beneath me into helpless goo.

Above us, the former captain squirmed in her ropes. No longer escaping, she was shamelessly rubbing against her crotch-rope, while watching us.

The… uh breakfast took a while, but at least we got our vitamin-O for the morning.

With spit and girl-slime coated fruits in our bellies, and our prisoner fed, we took a dip in the sea to wash off the worst sweat.

By happenstance, we found some shipwreck. Tattered nets, scraps of stuff, more rope, stuff like that.

Son, naturally, Shadada and I spent an hour or maybe two trying to fashion them into makeshift clothes for us. And by clothes I mean of course some sexy shipwreck lingerie. Seriously, what kinda self respecting soon to be submissive goddess would wear anything but stuff that makes her look like a total snacc?

I fashioned a bit of large fishnet into a pair of rather tight stockings that bit into my thighs juicily. A tiniest strip of leather and some net-thread became my thongs. Shadada helped me wrap fishnet and leather strips into a fun top to hold my breasts. My paladin decided to leave her tits hanging in the open. A great look with her tan, muscles, and cool scars, so we just wrapped her in a very see-through net dress.

While dressing up, the topic of ‘okay what the heck now’ came up.

“So, okay, sexy outfits? Check. Beach sex? Check, but we’ll have more. A captive? Check.”

Snaps made an aggressive ‘mrrrph’ against her rope-gag. We’d switched her bondage into a tight rope straightjacket with a punishingly tight diamond harness. The crotch-ropes she had were thicker than my thong. Her legs were free to walk (though roped up individually in squishy harnesses just for funsies [and because her dark legs looked hot bound]), but we had her rope collared and leashed so she wasn’t running away anytime soon.

“Guess the next step is to explore, run into exotic sexy fauna and tentacle plants, get captured by them, and stuffed by plant cum. Then… Eep!”

A sharp spank on the ass interrupted me. “Holdup there. You’re not a goddess right now. We’ve gotta restore your power before getting into any of those permanent bad end situations.”

“Oh right yea. The horny cult. Yup yup, oki-doki, so…” Uuugghh, thinking hard. Why am I such cum-slut for brains?

Shadada, thankfully, noticed that I’d ran out of brain cells for the day. My savior! “We could look around here for some locals to start your cult with?” She glanced at the prey magic brand over my womb. “Preferably non-mages and people not involved with higher plane stuff, or we’ll get you captured.”

“Capturing might be fine actually.” I touched my lips, thinking hard. “Like, we need apostles, ok we’ve got one Shadada…”

She flexed.

“...one very hot and stronk Shadada, yes, very good…”

“Ahhhnn.” She put on a vulnerable expression, folding her arms behind her back. “The Paladin of Peril.”

“...aaahh-ha-ha! I love it! Good job! Tho you’ll be more like an angel once I get powers to give you a celestial body.”

“Hm?” Her face pinched cutely in deep thought. “Had envisioned myself as sorta peril-prone paladin type, what would I be the angel of then?”

“Or saint, or messenger, doesn’t matter so much, but you gonna be immortal and have some extra divine powers.”

“I wish to be the sort of apostle who represents horny masochist paladins and warriors, the ones who sacrifice themselves not out of compassion and altruism, but due to a need to be stomped on and captured,” she said, voice serious. My girl had thought about this.

Gosh, it made me a bit weak in the hooves. How lucky was I to have a gal pal/roommate/totally just a friend like this who wanted to be my sexy apostle, share bdsm sex, and kiss and cuddle whenever?

“Totally love you by the way,” I said platonically.

Shadada grabbed my top and pulled me into a kiss. “I’ll be your angel of subby tough girls.”

Have I mentioned that she has a super husky and hot voice that’s magnified ten times hotter when she holds me by the collar and stares into my eyes from ten centimeters away? Probably have, but I’ll say it again. The way she purred made me feel like I was ready to ovulate and have her elf babies.

“Nngggh…” Biting my lips, I slid myself against her. “I’ll be your helpless little goddess.”

Her eyes fluttered. Shadada drew in a sharp breath. “Shit. Uh, think we’re gonna need to invent some ritual to tie up your purple little ass.”

Snaps started making angry pirate noises.

“Oh sush you.” I turned back to my angel. “Ummm, what kinda rituals?”

“You helpless. Me helpless. Your face between my thighs.”

Poof went my thoughts.

We had a little bit more beach sex before beginning our stranded adventures. Well, a lot more beach sex actually. A lot lot.

A maybe touch too much? Who can say…

Um, four days later, Shadada’s skin had turned from tan to dark brown and my own skin had darkened from light lilac to dark purple, which was a first for me! And kinda hot. Snaps had attempted escape numerous times one the first two days, but calmed by day three. By day four, we kept the captain ungagged, though still securely bound.

I held her leash, following behind Shadada as we burrowed into the impenetrable wall of jungle-green. An exotic ambiance of chirps, chitter, and monkey hoots replaced the sea. Sweet and verdant scents filled my nose.

“Mmmh, stocks of shame,” said Snaps, answering my question. “Consisted of four boards of wood to form three stocks. The top one had slots for wrists, the middle one one for the ass to stick through. And a final board to lock the ankles. Stripped and slapped into it, any uppity sailor turned into a good little fuckpet.”

“Ever tried it yourself?” I asked.

Lush undergrowth tickled my legs with each step. Soft moss and plants crushed beneath my hooves. A flowering liana brushed my head, and the flowers erupted in tiny tentacle tongues, which tangled with my horns.

“Hey!” I started plucking them off, shouting excitedly. “Shadada! It’s a tentacle jungle! A tentacle jungle!”

“Yup.” Taut elf ass ahead of me turned.

“We need to get ourselves tentacle fucked here.”

“Sure. Once we find some safe spot.”

“We must, sorry, Snaps, you were saying?”

“Ahhng!” The leash pulled taut. A tentacle vine had wrapped around her face and looped around it. Tied up, she was unable to stop the flowers-tendrils from raping her. One penetrated her nose, two others rubbed into her ears, one wrestled her tongue into submission, and a fifth flower just pulled at her lips.

Jelly. Not gonna lie. I’d have liked to be in her place. But, alas, the burden of captive takers is such that we can’t allow ourselves to be bound.

“Wait, Shadada, got trouble here.” I went to help untangle the tentacles. Holding Snaps’ collar, I pulled the ones out of her ears, eliciting girly whimpers from the piratess. Her eyes teared up as the nose flower dug deeper, but I got it out. One that wrapped around her tongue was the toughest to remove. When I pulled, it tightened its grip.

“It’s kinda stuck. Um, you wouldn’t mind being gagged by a flower for today would you?”

Snaps whined helplessly as I pulled her tongue out.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, bear with it for a bit…”

Plop.

I fell back and pulled her on top of me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and smeared mine with a sweet nectary taste. I kissed on instinct.

Snaps writhed, let out a small whine, and submitted into the kiss. And damn she was a gorgeous kisser. Tight and thoroughly roped curves rubbed against my barely clothed skin. My pussy heated up.

A strong slithering touch curled up around my wrist. With alarm, I noticed the ground had opened with a wet gaping maw filled with appendages, many of which crawled towards us.

“Nope!”

Shadada’s foot stomped the tentacle. Strong hands pulled us both on her shoulders and carried us away from the pit.

“Not here yet. Gotta set up a base first.”

I clenched my thighs and let out a frustrated groan. “But… C’mon! Aah!”

“Shelter first, then fun.” Shadada spanked me right on my dripping slutty pussy. “You agreed.”

“Yeah, but– Nhaahh!”

Another spank.

Sparks ran through my brain. “Ahhggnn… harder…”

“Na-uh. Dumb goddess can walk on her own.” Shadada dumped me cruelly on my two hooves. “First work, then fun.”

“Ahh, fine. Hand me the leash.”

She did and I continued tugging our pirate.

“Oh, nice kissing, Snaps.”

“Ah, yes…” She glanced away, cheeks blushing. “And yours was as expected of a former goddess.”

“Liked it?” I dragged a finger down my lips, licking it at her. “We can kiss lots later if you want.”

“Well…” She gave her bondage a token stretch. “An enslaving piratess can hardly complain when her methods are used on her. Should you… ravage me, I may have to accept my fate.”

“Nhhh. Good girl.” I was so gonna have her lick my clit later tonight. “So, your punishment stocks? Ever tried.”

Shadada continued stomping into the jungle, paving us a path. I followed.

Snaps trailed after me. “Yes! Of course, any good captain must know the punishment they wish to dole from first hand experience. How else would I know how to properly administer it?”

“Totally. I was thinking though, about my Peril Pole idea… what if there’s also some altars that anyone could submit into if they want a blessing. Get yourself slapped into irons at some public location, or shackled to a slab of rock with your ass thrust out, or your body laid on it, get fucked and humiliated, and then receive a blessing.”

“Intriguing idea,” said Snaps wryly. “But it would take quite the boon to tempt a casual worshiper into ruining their public image in such a way.”

“Maybe they can rent a durlatex hood that covers their face, or a collar of disguise, or the slabs have a disguise enchantment! Something like that could work. Exposing yourself publicly could be only for the most devoted followers, or be part of the rites of becoming a priestess.”

“And the blessing?” she asked.

“Well, if I’m gonna rule over a domain of submissive sluttery and bondage, it’s gonna be something restraint or sex related. Fertility boon? Appearance? Could make someone sexier. Luck in finding yourself in juicy perilous situations? Maybe a blessing that makes the next monster that captures you match your kinks and sexual desires more exactly?”

“Aaah, degenerate brainrot stuff.”

“Yeah?” I said, grinning at her. “I’ve admitted it. I was a shit goddess of knowledge. The worst. A total degenerate. So, if I’m gonna be a goddess again, I’ll embrace myself and become something subby sluts like me could worship.”

Snaps shook her head, snorting. “Insanity.”

“Hot degenerate insanity,” I corrected. “Though, we do have a plan so it’s not really insanity anymore.”

First we’d climb up the cliffs, find shelter with a view of the large island, spot a tribal settlement to head towards, and hopefully get enslaved and fucked once we find them. Why?

Well, because I like to get tied up and have my holes fill–

Oh, like in ‘the big picture’, why?

Well, because according to my current best knowledge, I needed to gain apostles, to establish traditions, and to perform miracles. And to do all those, I needed people or people-enough monsters. And what kind of miracles was I, a totally powerless albeit extremely sexily tanned now mortal drae in skimpy fuck-me outfit, planning on performing?

Why, I planned on performing bondage sluttery so awesome that those witnessing it could not deny my divinity. That reality itself would acknowledge my godhood.