A Stud

Every time she enters the prisoner's room, she cannot help but admire his body. The strong arms, the thick toned calves, the rock hard abs, and, of course, the massive cock bulging through his loincloth. She wants that dick.

He is already physically perfect for her tastes; She only needs to take care of his mind.

"You will do as I command, my dear stud." Her voice resonates throughout his head, the layers of enchantment rewriting his will. "You will not hurt me, and you will not escape my tower," she adds, just to be safe.

She waves off the binding, freeing him from her arcane grasp. She can see in his eye that he wants to fight back, to regain his freedom, but she has too many plans for the orc to let him roam free just yet.