You do not answer the wug's question, your eyes growing fixated on his organ in front of you. You are not aware of it, at least that this point in time, But wug cum is a bit of a drug, dulling the mind of those who swallow it. It is one of the reasons why the girls who have been in the care of their little green masters for long enough begin to lose their ability to think. But thinking is not something yo can do easily right now, and the green creature not only knows this, but knew it at the time in which the deal was made. Your eyes flutter for a second, trying to focus on his question. You know you have a mission to complete, and that the women who the wug's keep are degraded to the point where they are indeed livestock as you say. Yet the word Yes is one that continues to play around on your tongue. What will you do? Will you succumb to the wug's temptation?
Ultimately the decision proves not to even really belong to you. Not waiting for you to answer in either the affirmative or the negative, the smaller creature backs away from you, breaking free from your grip on his still erect manhood. Your eyes can only helplessly follow the wug as he walks backwards towards his gear, and grabs up several lengths of rope. For the moment you consider stopping him, running away, or even slaying him, but it's too hard to think at the moment. Instead you just remain passively on your knees, panting slightly as you feel it's cum sliding down your leg. Your mind tells you this is wrong, but it's too hard to get your mouth to speak out. All you can do is pant and whimper as he approaches you with the rope.
The first thing the wug does is he grabs up your arms, and folds them together behind your back. Your arms only provide token resistance to the wug's actions. Lust continues to fill your head as you remain on your knees before it. One of the few things that runs through your dazed mind is the thought of the fact that submitting to this wug, who you could have easily killed not a few moments ago, is that it would mean you would get to be on the receiving end of his thrusting cock, and skilled tongue again. Maybe he would even lick your breasts-no, udders as he called them- again. Your mouth slightly waters at the memory of the sensation of his tongue running along your nipple. You are so lost in this sensation that by the time you are focused as much as possible at the present once more, he had finished binding your arms together behind your back.
You give your arms a small tug, but it proves useless. The wug is clearly an expert at tying rope, and your arms are now behind your back. At this point it can easily pick up the sword and slay you. Yet your newfound helplessness only proves to be a bit of a source of arousal, your cumfilled pussy quivering at the thought of this wug having tamed you and taking you as it's slave. You squirm a bit in place as it approaches with the next strand of rope.
This one it slowly wraps around your neck like a makeshift collar and leash, leaving a large lengh of rope hanging off of it. The rope leashes drapes between your cum covered breasts as he moves to get the next strand of rope. This one he wraps slowly around your waist, tying it into a knot in the back with another long strand coming off. This one it wraps underneath your body, tightly pulling it into your ass and crotch, before linking it up with the leash in the front. The rope digging into your crotch makes you squirm some more in place, the sensation of them digging in providing to be quite the stimulation.
“Up” The wug orders roughly, the first thing he has said since he began binding your luscious body. Still much to foggy to disobey him, you slowly rise to your feet, finding the rope digging further and further into your ass and crotch. A low moan escapes your lips at the digging sensation, your rising helplessness proving only to serve as a further source of arousal for your cum draped body. Now that you are standing up, he takes the final piece of rope he had grabbed up, and slid the rope around your ankles, tieing your legs together with a tiny rope in between, making running away impossible. You are now completely at the wugs mercy, and too aroused and hazy to do anything about it.
Finally the wug reaches up towards your breasts, giving your nipples a hard rub with his froglike hand. The only response you can manage in response to this is a needful groan at the touch, shivering with helpless lust. Finally he grabs up the rope hanging down between your breasts and picks it up, holding it in his hand. You are bound and totally helpless before the creature, it's bindings giving him full control over your lusty body.”Come along, my new ash'a'ro,” He says giving the rope a rough pull. “It's time to start your new life.” The rope pulls your neck forward, and makes the rope dig deeper into your needy crotch. Slowly you start to slowly walk after your new master, making sure not to try to move to fast or step to far, fearing you will trip over the short rope binding your feet. |