‘The Master’ chuckled at Erillia’s words.  His left hand reaching down to lightly stroke the length of his pierced cock he pointed at her and said,<strong>“You misunderstand little sorcerer.  It doesn’t matter if you want to play my game or not.  You may choose to sit and accept your fate, and in doing so, become a mindless fuck doll for my amusement all that much quicker.  What I am doing is allowing you the chance to ‘play this game’ as you say.  I give you the opportunity for escape, but if you choose to pass on that opportunity, then all I lose is a bit of amusement.”</strong><br/><br/>He leaned forwards in his throne and smiled a wicked smile through pointed teeth,<strong>“Where as you lose everything, your mind, your magic, your body, even your very soul.  Because you are in my realm now.  Unlike a devil, I am a demon lord, I make no contracts, I have no bonds to show you.  I do what I want because it pleases me and I wish it.  So trust in my word or do not, play my game or do not, but it is your own self that is the stakes and I doubt you value such a stake so lightly.”</strong><br/><br/>He leaned back in his chair and chuckled again,<strong>“Since you care not to make a choice for what to wear, I think… hmmm the harness would suit you.”</strong><br/><br/>He waved his hand and the glass door on the display case flung open.  Then the third outfit, that of leather, silk, and metal, making up a body harness and stockings began to move and writhe upon the mannequin.  Suddenly it unraveled itself and moved as if a thing made of living snakes and lept across the room.  So quickly, before Erillia could prepare a defense, the living leather coiled about her body.  The silk, moving like a shadowed cloud, floated about her and coalesced on her arms and legs.  The leather wound itself about her body, the metal rings cool against her bare flesh.  In a few moments the harness had settled in place and began constricting.  It tightened about her body and one strap ran lewdly down from her navel across the red fur between her hips, and between the cleft of her sex before rising between her cheeks to meet up with a ring on the small of her back.  It constricted so greatly and that band of leather wormed it’s way between her labia, pulling tightly upwards and forcing the lips of her sex out around either side.  She could feel it then settling once it could tighten no more, pressing against her clitoris, spreading her lips apart, and tightly wedged in between her butt cheeks.  So too did a band of leather wrap about her neck and constrict almost to the point of discomfort, stopping only once it was perfectly pressed against her flesh.  It was, as she thought, an outfit that not even a whore would wear.  It was an outfit designed to show Erillia exactly what she was, a mere sex toy for the master’s amusement.<br/><strong><br/>“Now begone, return to me only once you are properly broken and ready to worship my cock, or when you feel you are ready to challenge me.” </strong>The master waved his hand again even as Erillia was still trying to understand the magical leather and silk about her body.  A flash of light enveloped her and the room she was in faded away.<br/><br/>When her vision returned a few seconds later, she recognized the room she was in.  It appeared as her bedroom did as a young woman, before she left her home as a teen.  The bed, the chest, the writing desk, all in the same small cramped room just as she remembered it.  But everything seemed darker somehow.  The small window covered in a layer of grime and dirt, the wood old, bleached, worn, the covers on the bed were moth eaten and even molding in spots.  This wasn’t her childhood bedroom, this was a demonic and rotten version of it.  Despite that however, there was a faintly pleasant smell, and it took Erillia a moment to recognize it.  The hearty and pungent odor of her mother’s fish stew.  How many times had Erillia sat upon this bed, reading one of her books as that smell filled the house?<br/><br/>But then a slight tugging of the straps as she moved, pressure on her most intimate of areas, at once both violating and also maddeningly pleasurable, reminded her that this was not her home, and it could not be her mother’s fish stew she smelt downstairs.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc - the harness</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nz0apMs.jpg)</div>The body harness is a potent and cursed magical suit of armor.<br/><br/>It protects as +2 leather armor (+4 AC), but weighs only one pound.  Also the ‘arcane spell failure’ is something I will roll any time she casts a spell, so you need not worry about it.  Erillia finds the garment impossible to remove if she tries.  It can be damaged, cut, etc, but it regenerates very quickly and reshapes itself to her form.<br/><br/>It is cursed in two small ways that Erillia will know of immediately.  She will know that the two small curses are first that it is essentially impossible to remove, at least for now.  The second curse being that any physical activity causes the strap that presses against her clit and runs between her labia to rub and slide, causing her arousal.  The greater the physical activity the more it rubs and slides.<br/><br/>The +2 cursed harness has other powers as well, but Erillia will have to discover these in time.</div></div>