The Proper Use for Magic Powers (F/F)

[UtterlyOblivious]

A teenage girl living in a boarding school dormitory with several other teenage girls manages to perfect her own magic spell. There is, of course, only one proper use for magical talents like hers ― finding out how many different and creative ways you can use said magic to tie up your dorm-mates.


Early in the morning, surrounded by dozens of books and coils of rope, Jessica Parker, resident troublemaker of Wysteria Boarding School for Girls, grinned like a maniac.

She’d finally perfected it.

After years of perfecting various methods of capturing her prey, she’d finally found a way to reap the rewards of intense bondage without having to worry about physically overpowering her captive or tying a thousand knots ― or wasting her good rope.

If everything went according to plan, her new rune could be placed near-invisibly on any hard surface, and whomever touched the rune first would activate it. Once activated, the rune would produce magical, self-applying ropes which, depending on how she drew the rune, could be made to incapacitate and restrain her victims in various interesting ways.

Last week, when she’d accidentally stepped on one of her own runes and activated it, she’d thought that it was a disaster ― given the fact that she’d been trussed up good and had been forced to wait hours for someone to come check up on her and set her free. But having a personal demonstration of the magic turned out to be just what she needed, and, soon afterwards, she’d managed to finally perfect her formula.

At least, she assumed so. She hadn’t actually tested the latest version yet ― she didn’t intend on a repeat of last week’s fiasco, after all, so testing it on herself was out of question.

The only possible course of action, then, was to test it on someone else.

Jessica felt her grin widen.

This was going to be entertaining.

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Fortunately, she didn’t have to spend too much time debating who to test the magic on first. The immediately obvious candidate was her next-door neighbor, Olivia. Standing at a good 5’8 with long blonde hair, mellow skin, long legs, and a rather generous chest, she was absolutely gorgeous ― and, though she made a big deal about being pissed off whenever Jessica tied her up, she never seemed truly distressed nor truly angry. If anything, she seemed to enjoy herself; afterwards, she only ever complained if Jessica had prevented her from doing something important or if the bondage had been incompetent; her token resistance was more due to her irritation at having no say in the matter, most of the time.

Jessica would never forget the first time they’d met. She’d ambushed Olivia without bothering to introduce herself, sloppily hogtying her and stashing her away in her room. When she’d eventually been cut loose, Olivia had lectured Jessica for hours about how her knots were too loose, her positioning was amateaur at best, and the gag she’d used had hardly even impaired her speech at all.

“If you’re going to restrain people against their will, at least do a decent job,” she’d said, then turned on her heel and marched off, unconcerned about the obvious ligature marks left on her otherwise smooth skin.

It had been love at first sight.

There was no one else whom Jessica would rather test her new bondage magic on.

Additionally, she knew for certain that Olivia was currently in the dining room, eating breakfast, but, soon enough, she would return to her room alone. This gave Jessica plenty of time to prepare and even more time to actually execute the plan. And, in the worst case scenario, should the rune fail and instead target Jessica, leaving her bound and at the mercy of a girl who she’d just tried to ambush and forcibly restrain...

Well, Olivia definitely wouldn’t cut her free. If anything, she was likely to double-check all the knots and make sure that Jessica wouldn’t be escaping on her own, then leave her to squirm helplessly for an hour or two. But, given that Jessica planned to do the same thing to her, it was understandable ― and, besides, Olivia was right. If you were gonna be tied up and left to struggle, then you might as well be tied up by someone who knew what they were doing. That, at least, made the experience a bit better.

Olivia it was, then. Without further ado, Jessica stealthily slipped out of her room and into Olivia’s, where she began to set up the rune.

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Amazingly, everything went according to plan.

Right on cue, Olivia pushed open the door to her room with one hand, the other hand holding a small book that she was focusing on intently. She was wearing a white cable-knit turtleneck and pale gray jeans, and her hair was held up in a high ponytail. Jessica smirked. That was perfect for what she had in mind.

Luck must’ve really been on her side that day, too, because Olivia might have seen the rune and grown suspicious immediately, were it not for the book she’d buried her face into. As she closed the door behind her and absently walked towards her bed, she unknowingly stepped directly into Jessica’s trap.

As soon as Olivia stepped onto the nearly-invisible rune, it flared up, glowing Jessica’s signature bright blue. Olivia startled, automatically stumbling back, but it was too late ― the rune had already been activated, and strange, vague shapes were beginning to rise up from the floor underneath her.

The nearest targets were her feet, so those were first to go. Long cords shot out from the center of the rune, glowing bright blue as they were formed from the rune’s magic. Before Olivia had a chance to react, the cords wrapped around her ankles with startling speed, ensnaring her feet and sending her tumbling to the carpet.

She caught herself on her hands and knees, her book flying out of her fingers, but it wasn’t much of a victory. As soon as she hit the ground, more ropes shot out of the rune, moving just as quickly. First, her knees were tightly knotted together, and she lost her balance, falling face-first onto the floor. The not-quite-ropes then wrapped around each of her wrists and practically flung them behind her back, binding them there with her palms turned outwards and her knuckles scraping together.

Olivia shrieked in horror and growled in frustration at the same time, like only she could do. “Jessica!” she shouted, struggling against the strange magical bonds, which were now fading from a glowing blue to a simple black as they became more corporeal. Once the magic had faded entirely, it would be exactly like normal rope ― with one difference.

If Jessica had been doing all the hard work herself, she probably would’ve paused then; stepped back to survey her handiwork and give Olivia a moment to thrash around. The magic rune, however, did not hesitate for a second. Ropes materialized practically out of thin air and cinched her wrists and legs more firmly together, winding around perpendicular to the existing ropes and pulling tight. Once that was done, additional cords coiled around her calves, then her thighs ― her elbows; her forearms; her shoulders.

With a growl of frustration, Olivia opened her mouth ― no doubt to say something along the lines of “Jessica, as soon as I get myself untied, I’m going to murder you!” ― only for a glowing blue ribbon to shoot out of the rune, winding around her mouth and face several times like some kind of strange magical duct tape. Another strip hooked under her chin and pulled tight, firmly pinning her jaw shut, and a third slipped around her eyes, blinding her.

So, as the gag and blindfold tightened around her face, already fading from blue to black, what Olivia actually said was more like “Ghhnnnn!” followed quickly by “Mmmmm? Mmph! Nnng ― GNNNMM!” as she slowly realized what had happened, then “MMMMPHH! MMMPH! GMMMMMPH!” as she thrashed around, trying to get the magical tape off of her face.

It was no use, of course, but a cute effort.

While Olivia was busy worrying about the gag, Jessica watched intently as the ropes set about the most difficult task she’d assigned to them ― her captive’s torso. It wasn’t enough just to pin her arms against her back; Jessica wanted Japanese-style rope bondage, both because it was just more professional and because it tended to be more secure. Besides, that would be more fun for Olivia, and, despite what it may seem, Jessica did actually care about whether or not her captives enjoyed themselves. Usually.

Luckily, it seemed like the intricacies of her spell had all worked out. As the ropes slithered around Olivia’s body, tightening a coil here, adding another knot there, they slowly constructed the very pattern she wanted to see. Quite a few ropes had wound above and below her breasts, pinning her arms tight to her back, but there was also a V shape of rope around her neck which attached to those breast bindings in the front and the back. In a few places, the two coils of rope had been cinched together, such as between and to either side of her breasts, which tightened the restraints further.

Her abdomen received a fairly similar treatment, with far fewer ropes, since the abdomen wasn’t as sturdy as the chest, but a similar pattern of intersecting ropes and knots that served a double purpose of restraint and aesthetic.

And, just to make certain that Olivia was having fun...

Jessica couldn’t help but smirk as one long cord attached itself to the bindings around her chest, then passed through all the other bindings on her torso, before looping under her crotch and pulling. With a sudden jerk and a soft squeal, Olivia immediately shifted to accomodate for the unexpected pressure, but it wasn’t enough. The rope tightened as soon as it’d attached itself to her bound wrists, drawing yet another squeak from Olivia as she squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position.

For the final touch, one last cord came out of the rune, now almost too faded to see. It slid past Olivia’s prone body until it reached her ankles, then tethered them to her wrists and began to pull them together. For a moment, Olivia struggled with the rope, ankles stretching up towards her hands even as she tried to pull away, but it was no use. Ultimately, she just gave in, allowing the rope to put her into a very strict hogtie.

As the last rope turned black, solidifying fully, the rune on the carpet faded away, and Jessica grinned, surveying her (indirect) handiwork. Olivia was born to be a captive, she decided privately; the slim black ropes complemented her very well. With her arms as secured as they could possibly be, her legs in a similar state of uselessness, and the hogtie as strict as it was, she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

She seemed to know it, too. Even as she squirmed helplessly on the ground, her arms barely wiggling, her entire body rocking back and forth with each movement thanks to the hogtie, and the crotch rope and chest bindings keeping her from trying any creative movements, she didn’t seem particularly hopeful that she would escape.

If anything, she didn’t quite seem like she wanted to escape; her irritated grunts and moans sounded almost pleased now. And, hey, Jessica could understand that; few things were more thrilling than being thoroughly bound and having a chance to test your restraints, especially if there was truly no hope for escape. Wriggling around, knowing beyond a shadow of doubt that you couldn’t free yourself; straining against the ropes, feeling so beautifully defenseless.

Speaking of which…

“By the way,” Jessica mused out loud, as if she truly hadn’t thought of it until now, “there’s something you should know about this magic.”

Olivia went still, listening raptly, and Jessica couldn’t help the huge, toothy grin that spread across her face. “For the most part,” she continued, “these ropes are just like normal rope. They aren’t sticky or anything; they aren’t any more or less firm than normal rope. But… I did leave in one minor little quirk that sets them apart from non-magical ropes.”

Kneeling, she placed a hand on a rope-free part of Olivia’s shoulder and leaned in close.

“Every time you struggle,” she whispered, not bothering to hide the smugness in her tone, “they get just a teensy bit tighter.”

With that, she stood, turned on her heel, and strode away, ignoring Olivia’s affronted “Nnng? Gnnnh!”

Before she left, she paused, then stooped down to pick up Olivia’s discarded book, flipping open to a random page and giving it a cursory glance.

She snorted.

“I think this is a little on-the-nose,” she called over her shoulder as she perused a table of contents which explained the specific fantasy bondage fetish of each chapter. “Did you know I was coming or not?”

Olivia replied with only a disgruntled huff, which was fair enough. Still, Jessica couldn’t help but smirk as she found the chapters which Olivia had marked with sticky notes. “Cocooned by spider-webs? Tied up by living plants? Mummified by Egyptian curses?”

She turned and shot Olivia a grin, despite knowing her captive couldn’t see it. “Perhaps, next time, we can try one of these, hmm, Olivia?”

Snapping the book shut, she pushed the door open and left, leaving behind a squirming, hogtied blonde who was screaming something into her gag that just came out as “MMMMPH! Ngh gnn nnnmph! MMMPH! GNNNMMMPHHH!”

To Be Continued?

[DTbound]

This is a good start, I’d love to see a second chapter!

[TamatoaShiny123]

I love this story! Please continue with part 2!

[Solarbeast]

Great to have a new person write us such an amazing first chapter, hopefully. It seems that we all would love to read what you have in mind for the rest of this story. As well, it would be interesting to see if this idea can be used to write other stories after you finish this one.

[zarquon]

Great first chapter! I'm really looking forward to see the rest of the story

[Boocola]

Nice magic

[Gagfan]

That was fantastic, I really enjoy the whole magic rope thing and it’s not something to see very often in stories

[Deleted User 3595]

I like this use of magic , Is like cheating , but Is so cool and sweet see your victim fall in this kind of traps

[DTbound]

Great story! I’d love to see Olivia try some of the scenarios from her book!