Like it was for a lot of people probably growing up, the bondage in Disney movies was my first real exposure to the experience at all. While Aladdin was the first movie to have any serious bondage (and the first gag) it was Sleeping Beauty and the scenes between Maleficent and Prince Phillip that I always felt were the best. While she wasn't exactly sexy as a cartoon (although the upcoming version of Angelina Jolie could be promising) her clear dominance and power over Phillip, a prince, who should be all standards be stronger, and able to defeat her was unbelievably sexy. Also, while I didn't realize it until later, the fact that she is older than Phillip just adds to the effect. I remember being incredibly disappointed when after his initial kidnapping, Phillip was no longer gagged and only loosely chained and Maleficent simply revealed her evil plan to him and went off, allowing him to be subsequently sprung from his imprisonment. This is the NC-17 version of what really happened to Prince Phillip when he was kidnapped.... Oh yeah and all characters/events in this story are fictional any resemblance to any characters/real people is purely coincidental. All copyrights go to the entertainment behemoth Disney..yadda yadda.
Part 1
Phillip urged his horse into a faster gallop as they burst through the meadow. The wind knocked off the small red cap he wore, and he looked back with a smile before turning his gaze forward once more. Nothing was going to hold him back from seeing that beautiful blonde he had met, he knew she was the one and wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment for the rest of his life with her.
The wind blew through his hair as he leaned into his mare's main, interlocking his fingers with the coarse black hair and digging the heel of his brown leather riding boot slightly harder into her side. At last he saw the small cottage the woman had described in the middle of a clearing. An almost golden light seemed to hang over the cottage, seemingly enchanted by the beauty of its resident. Strangely, all of the shutters were drawn shut, but Phillip paid no attention. He had but one thing on his mind.
He dismounted from his horse and failed to tie her to a hitching post, of which there were none, but could spare no time finding a proper substitute. His horse was fiercely loyal to him, as were most of Phillip's companions. He simply attracted people to him, and after a flash of the smile and a tale of his bravery they were his forever. Princesses of stunning beauty traveled from kingdoms far away to attempt to capture the heart of the dashing prince, and all fell madly in love. Never though, had Phillip truly felt a strong connection to anyone before, at least before now. There was something drawing him to this cottage that he was unable to resist.
Phillip tried to walk gallantly to the door, in case the beautiful woman was watching him from inside. He knocked on the door with his heart pounding in his chest, ready to burst at any moment. He nervously rubbed his jaw, his face scratchy with stubble on his palm from the new beard he was trying to grow. He had recently turned twenty-two, and his father had informed him that it was time to look like more of a man, more of a king.
"Come in," a sultry voice from inside called out.
Phillip turned the handle and walked inside the pitch black house, he could see no farther than the light that was let in by the open door. His right hand went instantly for his sword but before he could draw it out, both hands were wrenched behind him with powerful strength and roped tightly together. He struggled as valiantly as he could, knocking away the small creatures that were attempting to capture him. A crow cawed loudly in the background, and Phillip thought for a brief moment he may be asleep in a nightmare.
There were too many of them to overpower, and they eventually got the best of him, one of the creatures took out his legs forcing him to his knees as the rest of them tossed seemingly endless ropes over his upper body, until his powerful arms had been tightly restrained to his torso. He continued to try to twist and turn, attempting to break free of the ropes but the creatures held tight in every direction, there was nothing he could do.
Maleficent stood to the side of the room, watching on with unsuppressed pleasure as she watched Phillip squirm. The heroic and powerful prince, slayer of beasts, conqueror of empires, could do nothing to resist being tightly bound by her minions. She had heard of his good looks for years and saw that they had not been exaggerated. Her toes curled tightly and goosebumps ran over her body as she realized she would soon have him all to her own. She watched as he struggled from his knees, his strong chest and arms unable to break free of the dozens of ropes encompassing him. After admiring him for a few moments, she snapped her fingers and the fireplace burst forth into flames, illuminating the room in a warm, soft glow.
Phillip turned his head, the only real movement he could make, toward the direction the sound of the snap had come from. He was surprised to see a beautiful woman standing there. She was in perhaps her late 30's with long raven hair flowing down over her breasts. She wore a tight black or purple dress, which he wasn't exactly sure it seemed to change colors as he stared. It stopped short just above her chest, revealing her ample cleavage and beautiful olive skin. She had dark eyes, though they didn't appear to be black or brown, but rather blue. Blue like the deep ocean, beautiful and yet terrifying but glowing with satisfaction. Her full, dark red lips were slightly parted as if in pleasure, and there seemed to be a slight curl at the end of her mouth. His jaw fell slightly at her beauty, and he was terrified and yet aroused by the power she exuded.
When Phillip's dark green eyes met hers, Maleficent could not help but feel a small twang of pain in her stomach. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and she nearly doubled over. His words broke her from his spell.
"Who are you?" he boomed, "What's the meaning of this?" He squinted in the new light, looking around at her minions all smilingly greedily at him as they held tightly onto the ropes binding him.
She smirked and sauntered slowly over to him. "My dear Phillip," she spoke softly as she walked by him, her fingers slowly tracing along his face, feeling his stubble, his lips.
He breathed in the scent of her perfume and could not brake his gaze from her body, suddenly overcome with lust.
"Do you not remember me? We met once, when you were but a boy." Phillip was intoxicated by her, the dominance she commanded over him so readily and his own powerlessness began to turn him on. She walked behind him out of sight, and he tossed his head wildly around trying to see her. She placed her hands on his wide shoulders and gently squeezed, and a chill ran down his spine, again terrified and yet aroused. He knew at once.
"Maleficent." He breathed out the name, as though fearing the consequence of speaking it aloud.
"You can't do this," Phillip strained to fight through the power of his desire. "My father is the king, he will come aft---aarrghMMM." Maleficent had pulled a cloth seemingly from nowhere and stuffed it into Phillip's mouth. Before he had a chance to spit it out she pulled a white cloth tightly across his mouth and knotted it off in the back of his head.
"I know perfectly well who your father is, Phillip." This she barely whispered in his ear, her hot breath gently tickling his ear with each word. She walked back in front of him, then took a step back as if to admire her work. "I had considered bewitching your tongue and making you silent, but you just look much cuter gagged. And your muffled yelling is incredibly arousing." Phillip grew a little hard as she said this, confusion making its way into his cluster of emotions. Phillip muttered some more words into his gag, but they were incoherent, the gag was skin-tight, immovable. He grew harder as he began to realize how fully he was at the mercy of Maleficent.
Maleficent nodded slightly and her minions yanked on Phillip's ropes, forcing him to his feet. He yelled gagged protests as he struggled to his feet, and breathed loudly entirely through his nose, unable to move air through his mouth. Once on his feet he stood tall and proud, holding his shoulders back and staring forward. Maleficent walked forward and without a word, reached up under his brown tunic, and began to feel his body with her hand over his tight black shirt underneath. She slowly rubbed her way down, until she reached his rock-hard package which she took in both hands.
"Looks like the rumors are true," she said with a smile and squeezed his butt. As she ran her hands over his body, Phillip's mind ran wild with fantasies of Maleficent holding him prisoner and making passionate love to him, still bound and gagged. "All in good time," Maleficent said licking her lips as though she had read his mind.
"Away with him," Maleficent called out to her minions- this time in a slightly more menacing tone. They began to jerk Phillip toward the door as he frantically fought against them. His biceps bulged as he strained against the ropes, and began to rub his chest a little raw. He called out for help but the gag rendered his pleas all but silent, besides there was no one to hear him for many clicks in any direction. "But gently my pets, gently. I have plans for our royal guest...."