The fate that befell Mona Megistus was not that which she had seen in the stars. Though the astrologist had taken the utmost precautions before setting out to search for Fischl, the powers lurking within this strange, obscene domain far exceeded what her hydromancy was capable of.

Cursed artifacts – empowered and animated by energy sourced from the very friend Mona was looking for – ripped apart her clothes and wrestled her feeble body into utter submission. An inevitable destiny, stronger than any strength or willpower she could muster, wove itself around her body in the form of a strict straitjacket, tightening further for every second it hugged her body. Such a devious device left her chest exposed, ripe for piercings that made her senses exponentially more receptive to pleasure. The sleeve that wrapped around her legs brought her frantic kicks to a halt as she tumbled into the chest that was the source of these strange, invasive garments.

Her cries for help – and those of concern towards her endlessly pleasured companion who had already long succumbed to the domain’s curse, were silenced by a phallus fitting inside her mouth which grew longer as her muffled moans were absorbed by the item’s immense absorption. It was water’s power to take any shape, after all.

Even when the collar shut around her neck, locking all of the artifacts upon her body in a hermetic seal, she still clung to hope. Mona had made one particular preparation given the possibility that Fischl was trapped – one which had proven to be correct for the blonde and now for herself. The magical key along her person could warp her free of this nightmare, and humiliating as it may be to appear before her master in such a state, Mona was certain that it would be preferable to this – especially after that toy slid in between her legs! All she had to do was charge it, something that should’ve been an inevitability given enough time…

Except that the domain’s intent was to drain her energy. Struggle as she may, the pleasure would mount inside the astrologist’s body. The second her body demanded relief and she relented: all her efforts would wash away, as the artifacts took that energy for themselves.

Worse still, it would be used by the artifacts to tighten their grip on her further. Her body would become more sensitive, and conniving whispers of submission which enticed themselves with promises of infinite bliss slipped into her once-robust mind. With valiant endurance, she desperately fought for that sliver of hope which remained.

But Mona knew well that destiny was not so easily changed.

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Another part of the cursed loot series finished. After looking for Fischl looks like Mona fell into the same trap!

Anyway art by: user/32082493

Artifact names and the lovely caption by: https://www.deviantart.com/lunarrope (rip)

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