Cursed Equipment

Authors note - Another short story for you all. the last one got quite a bit attention, I really appreciate the support! Please feel free to leave thoughts and opinions in the comments!

While adventuring in this vast and dangerous world, good loot is the difference between life and death. But sometimes you never know what you're gonna get!

Hi! My name is Ava. I am a human girl in this world of mystical beings, and I fair quite low on the food chain. To make up for this, humans (and other humanoid creatures) craft equipment imbued with magic. As a rogue I venture on my own, sneaking around in places I probably should avoid. Having to gather scraps of gear and treasure to survive may seem like a precarious lifestyle... and it is.

I've spent the last 4 years honing my craft and body. Being able to parkour my way through castles and dungeons is my top priority. My legs and arms are tone however the rest of my weight has seemed to go to my round ass and ample tits. I keep my hair cut about shoulder length and tie it in a ponytail so it's not constantly fluttering around my face. I'm pretty short which is good for my role, I sit at 5'2".

What matters most is my equipment. A rogue needs a good blade, a bag of tricks and a solid instinct! I carry a small dagger my father gave me when I was little, it still keeps a good edge and I can be very sentimental. My satchel has all my favorite tools like my lock picks and grapple-hook. Lastly instinct... this is something I'm still working on but luckily I have a scroll of identification to make up for it.

I bought the scroll from a trinket shop in the last town I was in. It was pricey! Even after haggling it set me back 2 gold and 38 silvers. Unless I hit a jackpot, it might take me a few scavenger runs to the nearest dungeon to make back what I spent. Good thing I'm headed there now.

Just before the dungeon entrance is these fallen ruins most parties or guilds group up at before an expedition into the depths. Being a solo adventurer I prefer to avoid these ruins as some groups can be quite predatory.

Nearing the entrance to the dungeon, I double check my gear and build the courage to dive deep. "Here I go!" Taking my first step inside cave face housing this dungeon, I draw my dagger and press forth.

The halls in the place are all lit with torches that never extinguish, it must be some spell or magical energy, all I know is that I'm grateful. This place is expansive with nearly endless doors, secret passageways and dangerous traps. Getting lost or triggering a trap and you may never see the sun again. I have been here twice before, both runs I left with some pretty valuable loot. Any item with enchantments can fetch a hefty price. The scroll I bought should help me identify the most valuable stuff in here. My pack is only so big so I have to prioritize.

Making my way through the many corridors I do my absolute best to remember every turn I make. Finding a door that seems undisturbed is my best bet for loot. With my eyes on the lookout I think I found one. My approach to the door is cautious, I'd rather not spring any traps on the first door I open. A gentle push on the big wooden door and it slowly opens. Whew, nothing scary in here. Relaxing a bit I walk in.

The room is very grand. Tall ceiling, torches on every wall, heavy armored statues in several corners of the room. Nice! Perusing around a few chests catch my eye. Don't mind if I do!

First chest had a bag of coins. I'll have to count those later!

Second chest revealed absolutely nothing but cobwebs and sadness.

Third chest was more promising with some actual gear. A beautiful iron helmet with intricate engravings and a big red feather sticking out the top. It's too heavy for me personally but It could be worth a pretty penny. It was accompanied by a diary of the knight whose helmet this must've been. Boring!

The last chest in this room had to be good right? Opening it up I jumped for joy! Jewelry! My favorite! This was an absolute win. Easy to pawn and usually very valuable. I immediately start sifting through all the shiny pieces of gold and jewels. One is different however, not metal at all. It's leather with small silver rivets and it is giving off lots of magical energy!

Time for the scroll! I lay the parchment down on the ground and place the leather band on top. Symbols on the scroll begin to glow and arrange in the air above the leather jewelry. "Well shit, I cant read that!" The shopkeeper that sold me that scroll of identification did not disclose that the language would be anything other than the kings tongue. Fortunately there are some symbols that resemble everyday hieroglyphics. Like this one, it's a symbol of bread with a line through it. Not super helpful without context.

Maybe I'll just try it on and see what happens? Picking up the leather band It looks like a bracelet of some kind but the diameter seems too big for my wrist. Ankle too, the only other spot is my neck. Grabbing either end I press the leather against my neck and fish one end through the other. It's snug.

With the leather necklace on I start to wonder what magical abilities will come with it. Nothing is happening. I make some hand motions to see if all of a sudden I can cast a fireball or something. Nope. Ah well, let's just put it in my bag for now. Uhm... what?!

The clasp at the back has fused together. Shit! What is this thing?!? Frantically scratching at the back of the leather necklace hoping for its removal I begin to panic. The necklace keeps getting tighter and now breathing is becoming a labored event. Is this thing alive or just cursed?!

I reach for my knife but it may be if no use, this necklace is too tight to slide a point under without hurting myself. I need to go find help!

I retreat from the room and try to make my way back to the dungeon entrance. Was it left or right? I'm too panicked to think straight. The necklace isn't shrinking anymore but it does feel like it's starting to... grow?

Reaching up to feel it again, small leather straps have started branching out in different directions. If I don't find my way out fast this thing might strangle my whole body and then I'm done for. I just need to catch my breath, it's not easy to breathe right now.

I lean against the wall and just focus on controlling my breath. I look down to see the leather straps have made their way down my cleavage and where they are touching my tunic, the fabric has dissolved. I'm screwed. At this rate my tunic will be gone before I'm even halfway to the exit. And to add onto that, in my panic I left my bag of gear and loot back in that room.

Step 1. I need to escape this dungeon

Step 2. I need to find someone to dispel this cursed collar

Step 3. Come back and get all my tools and treasure

Coming up with a plan always helped me through any struggle. I get the feeling It will only calm my nerves for now, but with my mind on the steps I should be able to make it out of here in one piece!

Looking down again the straps have crept their way to my ribs, where they are branching out yet again. I really got to get moving!

This way, then that way. Take a right here and past this pile of bones. Aha! The main Corridor, just a short jog and I'll be out of here!

Before I make the final trek to the entrance I look at what progress the leather straps have made. My tunic and leather pants are no more.

The straps on my torso come down from my neck to my sternum where it splits into three directions. Two have made their way under my breasts and connect behind me. The third kept going straight down to just above my pussy. It then split again to go on either side of my pussy lips only to reconnect between my ass cheeks and find its way up my back.

I look at my arms and they are soon to be useless. Leather straps encircle just above and below my elbow and my wrists as well. I can still move them but there is this pull as the leather tries to bring my arms behind me. I can't fight it for long, especially with the collar slowing my breathing.

"He-ehhmnmmm!" A leather strap creeps up from the collar and wraps itself over my lips, securing itself around the back of my head.

I'm nearly at the exit but I'm also nearly helpless.

The sky is a wonderful sight to see. So am I. I can imagine many a traveler would lay eyes on me and not let go. Completely naked and helpless.

My arms are now firmly trapped in a web of straps behind my back. I also noticed a few straps heading for my legs. Without my legs getting back to town will be impossible. It's normally a short 1.5 mile hike from town to the dungeon. If these straps get my legs I'm at the mercy of literally ANYONE!

Walking as fast as I can I forgot one thing... the ruins. I'd have to sneak around that which takes more time, time I don't have. I just have to hope there's no more raiding parties for the dungeon today.

My approach is quick and mildly cautious as I keep my eyes peeled. The straps have gotten to my thighs so I can't be to cautious.

Thats a horse, no, two horses. I just can't even worry about that right now I need to move! I do my best to dash through the ruins, past the horses hoping nobody sees me.

"HEY! Whoa!" The man shouted as I waddled past him at mach speed. The other man just stared while his jaw dropped. I think I startled them but I was swift enough to make it clear I wasn't going to hang around. At least I gave them a good story. ""Naked girl came out of nowhere clad in heavy leather and ran past our camp!""

Exerting all that energy has made breathing terrible again. The collar still barely choking me. I needed a break again but I can't afford to waste more time. I'll slow my pace slightly and take shallower breathes. The town is within reach!

The straps have successfully wrapped up above and below my knees, so my stride is basically cut in half. I only need to a bit further down this road and I will be at the town.

Whelp... time to start hopping! My ankles have been strapped. My tits bounce with every hop. The town is in full view now, it has to be only 800 feet away. I'm soooo close!

The guard at the edge of town doesn't even stop me, he just smirks and shakes his head as if from pity. As I hop through the town with my whole body on display, I get many eyes on me. Some know me and others are strangers but it all feels the same. Embarrassment. How could I have ended up like this? Everyone will come to their own assumptions, none of them flattering. The faster I get to the trinket shop the sooner I can wear clothes again!

Here it is! Hopping up to the front door of the shop, I do a little hop to turn so my hand behind my back can knock on the door.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in! Doors open!"

"Mhmnnmhnm"

"What?! Hold yer horses! Imma commin!"

He opens the door to a very weary traveler. Me.

"Welcome back lass, I see you got yerself in a pickle" he holds the door open and waves a hand, welcoming me inside.

"Here, take a seat." Sliding over a chair he helps lower me down onto it."

Walking back to behind the counter he asks "I know ya can't tell me specifics so just nod your head for yes and shake for no. Did this happen in the dungeon?" I nod.

"Was this a trap you encountered?" I shake no.

"Did you find a piece of treasure you shouldn't have?" I reluctantly nod

"Oh dear girly, mind humoring me for a minute?" He starts shuffling around some stuff behind the counter. "Here we go!" He walks around the counter and then rolls out a large scroll. "Stand up for me" as i stand he picks me up and then lays me down on the scroll. It begins to glow and symbols float in the air above me. "Oh boy..."

"Listen girly, I know this is not what you want to hear. That stuff you're wearing has all kinds of magical properties. Resistance to flame, chemical, and physical attacks are the good ones. Hunger-less and quenched can be a but of a two edged sword, you don't need to eat or drink but also you CAN'T eat or drink. You also have restraint and silent, those are self explanatory as you're dealing with them right now. Last but not least the curse of eternal youth. That means when you dawn this gear you're basically immortal but completely useless... unless your ideal job is to be a whore."

"Im sorry to say, but you may be stuck like this for some time. The only way to remove this is by a high mage that specializes in curse removal."

He leans down to pick me up and plops me back in the chair. I have tears forming in my eyes. What can I even do like this? My life is to be a sex doll or just wait for a powerful mage to come to my rescue? The tears roll down my cheeks.

"Look, I can't make any promises but I will send word with one of my supply caravans to get word out that a mage of certain ability is needed. It will take some time for the word to get around. Meanwhile maybe we can have some fun?" He raises an eyebrow hinting that this favor he's doing for me, is not free. The only thing in my possession is... me.

To be Continued?