Some time later Raya wakes from her exhausted slumber, momentarily disoriented. A jolt of fear surges through her at the realization that she's still bound to Zeffs bed. Where is Simon? Had it all been a dream? Or one of Zeff's mindgames? She raises her head as much as she can in her restraints, to look around the room, but there was no sign of the paladin.
"Sir Simon?" she calls out, barely louder than a whisper. Then louder: "My lord?"
To her immense relief, a deep voice responds from the next room. "Ah, the slumbering maiden has awoken. Just a moment, then I'll have you free from that bed."
Ten seconds later, true to his word, Simon appears in the doorframe.
Oh gods. This isn't fair. Why does Simon have his shirt off? Oh, of course - he must have been treating his injuries. Raya sees a deep cut across Simon's chest, surrounded by charred flesh, and covered by the white scabs that were a sign of magical healing. Whatever slashed Simon got him good. The cut runs from his left shoulder diagonally across his torso, through his left pec, through his six-pack of well-defined abs, down to where his pelvis meets his hip...
"Don't worry about me my lady, it will heal quickly. The warlock had some form of flaming whip."
Embarrassed that Simon had noticed her staring, but grateful that he'd misinterpreted the reason, Raya closes her eyes and lets her head sink back into the pillow. Not fair, not fair, she thinks again. Zeff's spell may have faded, but her long-denied orgasm is still simmering just below the surface. And she's still bound in iron to the bed, her legs held wide open, utterly powerless to stop Simon from doing whatever he wanted with her, just as he'd done so often in her fantasies while Raya was still in the grip of the illusion spell. Given all that, it's hardly her fault she's lusting after Simon, but get a grip she demands of herself. As it is he's going to find your pussy soaking wet, and your nipples rock hard - you don't need to be drooling over him too.
But Simon either doesn't notice her internal struggle or doesn't care to comment, and instead busies himself with the magic required to free Raya from her restraints. Raya hadn't noticed at first, but Simon carries a small flask with him - "Holy water," he explains - and sprinkles a few drops on each of the manacles holding her, and some more on each limb. It's all Raya can do to not moan and buck her hips as Simon massages the water into her bound legs.
With the preparation complete, Simon bows his head as if in prayer, and murmurs some phrases in a language Raya has never heard before, but which nonetheless fill her with a sense of peace and belonging. She lays perfectly still, afraid of disturbing the magic, and after a few moments there is a metallic click, and all four of the cuffs snap open simultaneously. Simon gives a satisfied smile, as Raya gushes thank yous.
"It is not I you should thank," Simon demurs modestly, "But the gods. The power is theirs, they but grant me the ability to focus it once in a while." He considers for a moment. "Let me give you some privacy to get dressed, I will wait in the hallway."
"Oh, but - " Simon pauses and turns back to Raya inquisitively, but she's unsure how to finish her sentence. "It's just... Zeff doesn't usually let me wear much clothes..."
"Fortunately that monster is no longer with us. With me, I rather insist on clothing," Simon replies. With a reassuring smile at Raya, he exits the chamber, closing the door behind him.
There was a bit more to the problem though than what Raya had explained to Simon. Zeff hadn't in fact banned clothing outright, though Raya did spend most of her time in the keep naked. There was one very specific exception though - the maid costumes he insisted she wore when she was cleaning the keep, or preparing and serving meals. They were "clothing" only in the most technical sense that they were made of fabric and worn, but each was more revealing than the next, designed to display and flaunt her assets rather than conceal them. Until she'd gotten used to them - you could get used to anything, given enough time - Raya had found wearing the maid outfits to be worse than wearing nothing. There were lots of reasons people might be naked, after all. For sex, sure, but also to bathe, to change, to sleep on a hot summer's day. There was only one reason people wore things like her maid outfits though - to advertise themselves as sexual objects. And the whole maid part was a humiliating reminder of her subservient role, as well.
The thought of wearing that lingerie for Simon makes Raya flush with humiliation, but also sets her heart racing, and puts a wicked smile on her lips. SImon had acted a perfect gentleman to this point - he is a man of god, and of course would not take advantage of a helpless damsel, no matter how much she might want it. But she's not helpless anymore, after all. The gratitude of the rescued maiden was one of the main perks of being a hero, everyone knew that. Raya would show Simon that she was not only willing but enthusiastic to play her role in that arrangement.
Raya passes over the outfit she'd been considering, the full length robe made of translucent lace. As revealing as it was, it was the most modest of her options, and she feels Simon deserves more of a treat than that. Likewise discarded is the outfit with the loosely flowing miniskirt; whenever she wore that Zeff delighted in conjuring a magical wind to follow her around, guaranteeing that the skirt would spent most of its time around her waist instead of hiding the anatomy it was designed to. But somehow that doesn't seem like Simon's style.
The next outfit was a single belt of leather that ran around her waist, with dozens of long thin chains attached that crisscrossed her body while concealing nothing. Two of the chains ran from the front, through her crotch, to the back. It was always a difficult day when that outfit came up in the rotation - the chains would nip and tease and rub at her crotch with every step, and Zeff would inevitably come up with a task like scrubbing the floors to ensure she didn't get a chance to sit still.
Raya's hands have unconsciously slipped down to her pussy, and she's begun to rub herself at the memory of the time Zeff had come up behind her and murmured an incantation that set the chains to vibrating, and Raya had spent the next hour cumming all over the floor she'd just cleaned. That had been nice, even if he did make her clean up the fresh mess with her tongue afterwards. FUCK she's horny. Raya pulls her hands back from her crotch, panting with arousal, but resisting the urge to finish herself off right then and there. No, she admonishes herself. Save it for Simon.
And what about this next outfit? Yes... Raya considers. That will do nicely. It's essentially a bustier, with attached bra and skirt. The bustier cinches tightly about her waist, shaping her into a pleasing hourglass figure; the bra is a shelf style that thrusts her breasts up and gives her nice cleavage while leaving the nipples (and most of the rest) bare; the skirt is a gossamer little nothing that's entirely see through.
The outfit is quick to go on, and Raya admires herself in the mirror. Once again, she feels the stirrings of the orgasm still lurking within her. The satisfaction she needs from Zeff's tease and denial session will be coming soon, she thinks - there's no chance Simon can resist her.
Raya considers her footwear options, which consist entirely of impractical high heels. They make her awkward and clumsy. She hated wearing them for Zeff. But they do make her butt look fantastic. She reaches for a black leather set with 5 inch heels. The floor is too cold to go barefoot, after all.
