Lyna and Ruhani - One Last Kiss

"I don't...I don't believe it..." Lyna thought to herself despairingly. "I can't do anything." She tugged on the ropes that so tightly and cruelly connected her wrists to her ankles, but it was no more given to budge than the other tough cords wrapped around her body. The flame-haired goddess was powerless: not only was she all tied-up, she was tightly gagged too, and other than sealing her voice, this also sealed her magic. She sat primly on her pretty knees, forced into a submissive pose by her vile captors.

This alone would have been enough to shame the lovely swordswoman, but her own captivity meant as nothing to Lyna compared with the fate of her fellow captive, the beautiful, caramel-skinned Princess Ruhani. She two was bound, as tightly as Lyna, cords of tough rope holding her limbs against each other, even pulled between her supple breasts in a strict harness.
"Mmmmhhnnn..." the smooth damsel moaned, dismayed by the sight of her red-haired lover looking so weak and helpless. "I'm so sorry, my love..." She felt as though their peril was of her own making. The truth, however, was a little more complex than that...

The two beautiful young women had managed to find some solitude in the forests of Leádra. They lay on the grassy ground, and entwined each other in their slender limbs, kissing over and over as they whispered their love in the shade of the trees. But they were focussed too much on each other, and when the ambush came, neither noticed before it was too late.

Rough hands had seized them, and thrust thick, dirty cloths over their mouths before they could scream. Ruhani was forced to the ground, and had to lie there and watch as Lyna wrestled vainly with the three kidnappers who had taken the maidens by surprise.
"NNNMMPHHH!!" the goddess screamed, over and over again, but it hadn't helped. Without her magic, Lyna was much weaker than the burly men holding her. She was easily held in check, and they wrapped yards and yards of rope around her lovely body, binding her arms behind her back, securing her thighs and calves tightly together.

Ruhani was far too weak to fight her captors off. Her slender wrists were firmly lashed together, and her long, smooth legs were bound at the ankles and knees, as she mewed pitifully.

Once both were bound captives, they were bundled into the back of a cart, and strong horses sped them away.
"Sorry to interrupt your 'private time', Princess," one of the kidnappers said, "but after your little escape from the auction block in Koulton, a lot of people have wanted to have Princess Ruhani as a trophy."
"And as for your red-haired...friend," another said, pulling the goddess to her feet, her struggles useless in her strong bonds, "I'm sure a goddess will sell for plenty."

"Mmmmphhh..." Ruhani moaned, wiggling uselessly. "Mh!" She was taken off guard yet again by the feeling of a thick cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose.
"Rhhhnhhh!" Lyna cried out. "Rhh-MMPHH!! MMMMPHHHH!!" A cloth was pressed over her pretty mouth as well, and to her horror she sensed a familiar scent. "Mmmmphh! Mmmm...mmphh..." Her slender body was weakening, and she knew exactly why.
"Nnmmmphh...mmhhhnnn..." Ruhani mewed, as she felt a familiar weakness spread through her as well. "Unhh...no...please don't...drug me..."

But her mental protests were no use. The two damsels felt their bodies grow warm, a sweet cloud wrapping them up, dulling their senses and their thoughts. They felt the men drugging them begin fondling their increasingly limp bodies. Lyna's head drooped, and through half-closed eyes she saw her breasts being squeezed, and Ruhani felt coarse hands running up and down her bare legs.

"Nnnmmphhhmmphh..." Lyna whimpered, her green eyes growing dull and listless, her struggles scarce more than twitches. "Ruhani...I..." She didn't finish her thought. Her body sagged back against her captor, and her head fell onto her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she lost consciousness.
"Heh," her captor chuckled. "I thought a goddess would be a little tougher than that." He let Lyna go, and she fell to her knees, swaying like a willow's leaves. Her knees hit the wooden floor first, then her body fell prone, her head coming to rest just in front of Ruhani's.

The feminine princess had watched her skilled and powerful lover reduced to the status of a kidnapped damsel-in-distress, just as weak and tamed as Ruhani herself. As she too began to succumb to the fumes, she felt something pulse through her, and she wasn't quite sure what it was. But it struck her just as she happened to glance at Lyna's bound body.
"She looks...so gorgeous..." Ruhani thought, as her eyes fell shut too, and she swooned.


When the two damsels awoke, hours later, they were stashed in a tiny room, bound even more tightly than before. Lyna found herself effectively hogtied: her ankles connected to her wrists. Gentle Ruhani found a harness between her breasts, keeping her from being able to struggle much. More than this, the two maidens found that they had been stripped, and placed into incredibly revealing, silky outfits.

"Mmmmphhh!" Lyna moaned, looking down at her almost naked body. "We look like...slave-girls..."
"No...they're going to sell us," Ruhani thought. For some reason, she thought suddenly that the training she'd received as noble - to be courteous, polite and feminine - would be perfect training for a meek, humble little slave as well.

The captive beauties looked at each other, their tight confines meaning each young woman could feel the other's long, silky-smooth legs against her own, could feel the other's sinuous wriggles as they fought vainly against their bonds.
"Mmmhhnnn..." Ruhani looked deeply into Lyna's eyes, and the two captives stared into each other. Bound, gagged and almost naked, the two young women felt humiliation ripple through them like fierce waves, their cheeks red with shame. Guilt throbbed in them, Ruhani certain that it was her fault they had been the kidnappers' targets, Lyna ashamed at her failure to protect her lover.

But within that shame there was an illicit thrill in being so powerless, their feminine sensuality so heightened by their enslavement that their bare skin had become incredibly sensitive. Each could feel sweat on the other's skin, could feel heat rising from her own body.

"She's so beautiful..." each thought. They moved closer, and pressed their gagged lips against each other. They began to caress each other's bound bodies with desperate and fierce intensity, so aroused and so uncertain of their eventual fate that it was as if they were trying to drink in the other's essence. They were right to try to make the most of their time. For soon enough, the door to their prison opened.

A woman walked in, tall and sharp-faced.
"Princess Ruhani," she said, "so pleased to see you're enjoying your accomodation. But duty calls. We've got a very interested buyer, who's heard all those stories about you being the loveliest mortal alive." She took Ruhani by the chin, inspecting her lovely face. "So some stories are true, I see." She turned her eyes to the goddess. "We've not yet convinced her to take you, though. Apparently after what happened to Beatrice, people are a little hesitant about taking Paradise-girls as slaves."

It took a moment to sink in, but the lovers realised that they were to be separated. They looked at each other, panicked. Even captivity was bearable when they were together. But to be separated, perhaps never to see each other again.
"Mmmphh!" Ruhani suddenly thrust her body forward, eyes wide with desperate longing, trying to press her lips against Lyna's, perhaps for the last time.
"Mmmhhnnn..." Lyna mewed, half-closing her eyes as her beautiful princess came close.

But their lips touched only briefly before the sharp-faced woman seized Ruhani by the ropes around her chest, and hauled her up. She grabbed her slinky waist, and slung the caramel-skinned maiden over her shoulder, feeling the princess' breasts bouncing against her back. She turned around, and Ruhani's eyes met Lyna's, tears welling in them as she mewed plaintively.
"Lyna...please...please rescue me..." the captive princess thought. But as she disappeared into the darkness, Lyna felt fully how impossible that was. She, a goddess, was utterly helpless, just as much in need of rescue as Ruhani herself. As her lover was taken away from her, Lyna's only hope was that she too would be bought by Ruhani's new owner.

"I'll be a slave...I'll be meek and obedient," she thought, "if I can just be with her..."
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Well now well now! Take a look at this loveliness, a commission by the awesome of the beautiful Ruhani and her goddess lover Lyna, stars of my recently concluded "Trouble in Paradise" saga. It's an absolutely awesome picture, and I thought it deserved an accompaniment as well. Please leave comments on what you think of both art and story, and direct your praise to !