A voice in the Darkness [Main Female Heroine Path]

"Wake up my pretty"

'Why can't she simply enjoy bliss?' DEBUG_HERO thought. She was floating somewhere, it felt like water but she couldn't feel its touch, it wasn't cold nor warm, it was just there. She couldn't gauge if it was day time or night, whether she was in lake or a bath, the colours and visuals were too fuzzy. She felt like she was somewhere but also wasn't.

"Come on, little one, wake up"

'What was that voice?' DEBUG_HERO thought to herself, it was familiar yet so alien in feel. It didn't come from a source, just resonated within her skull, her most probably fractured skull. She tried to look around, but she couldn't really get herself to move. It felt like she had no control over her motions or muscles.

"You idiot, you're ****" She said to herself. Suddenly opening her eyes, well one of them, the other one was still swollen and partially shut from the last visit by the guards. She wasn't floating anywhere, but she was lying on the floor, her body aching from the hard stone floor. The stone was flat, cold with some straw on it, somehow that damp straw was supposed to be her bedding. Great Ariemat, how she missed her old bed, she really didn't appreciate that piece of furniture with dozens of plush pillows and a warm blanket enough. Now it was gone, so did the bed coverings that kept her warm, the only reason she didn't froze to **** yet was her constant body warmth manipulation that she did. Well at least when she was conscious, she was cold now.

The guards wouldn't dare touch her for fear she will manipulate their body to something horrendous, but beat her with a metal club until she was no longer conscious and then do their thing? Sure that was a way to deal with her. If only they could give her something to cover herself up when she slept or been ****, or at least left her something to wear. It has been months since she last wear clothes.

The searing pain in her side informed her she has at least a bruised rib or two, any movement was met with jolts of pain throughout her body, sadly an effect she experienced often but felt like new every time. They have really done a number on her this time.

She breathed in, letting some Arcane Energy course through her veins, readjusting her ribs, taking care of her eye, her skull and putting her fingers back to their sockets. There were a few cracking sounds and slight moans of pain, but soon enough she was back to full health. Hopefully that would last her a while, she felt her senses quite dull, meaning she won't recover as fast until she rejuvenates.

DEBUG_HERO stood up and stretched, her lengthy naked body felt like after a long massage, like she was caressed by a lover and not beaten to a pulp by her guards. She would need a massage when she gets out of here, she thought. "Oh who am I kidding, I will be stuck here forever" she said to herself, a maniacal spark gleaned in her eyes.

She did a check on herself, still surprised by how smooth her skin is how everything is so perky and firm. The only part that wasn't restored was her golden hair. There was cum crust on it, which was annoying, she has no way to wash it down here, she had no water. The 'water' they gave her didn't exactly come from a jug, she had to channel some arcane energy to get rid of the toxins every time she drank. So the guards cumming on her hair was simply to vex her, which worked perfectly for them, she thought.

Nonetheless, she did have quite the figure, may be it was thanks to her constantly healing herself but she was in shape, her breasts were perky and her ass as divine as usual. She could tell its quality by the amount of men who stood in line just to stick their dicks in there.

"How are you feeling?" asked a figure at the back of her cell. 'Not her again' DEBUG_HERO thought, she knew she was imagining the woman, hallucinations will be common after several months of **** in a dark cold cell, but can't this illusion stop pestering her? She didn't care too much that she was hallucinating, so what if she had lost her mind, what else is she going to do in this cell? Better talk to an hallucination than to not talk to anyone, but this woman was just fucking annoying.

"Just wonderful" DEBUG_HERO replied sarcastically, looking at the figure her imagination conjured up, "If I ever wondered how many dicks can fit me in one time, it appears the answer is four in the same hole". If it weren't for her magical abilities DEBUG_HERO was sure she would be sore in some areas, but why can't her healing also cure her of a broken mind?

The woman smiled, she had gentle golden eyes that rested on DEBUG_HERO, her distinct pale elven features brought DEBUG_HERO to believe she must have read that description in some book and hallucinated this woman based on that, a white haired sorceress? Surely it was from some fable. She wondered what that book could've been about. The Ancient Ashani maidens in their travels of the continent? Perhaps it was about a lost tribe somewhere in the wilderness and that woman was the love interest of some barbarian despot intent on ruling the world, or more likely an annoying librarian that hushed everyone when they breathed in a library, who knows.

"Patience, no reason to worry about things outside of your control" The pale woman said. DEBUG_HERO was annoyed, she always did that, the woman with the white hair, she always gave advice that didn't really help the situation. She told her to try and enjoy the sex, might as well if it kept coming, or that domination happens only if you allow it. Terrible and unhelpful advice like that. "You will get your chance very soon" the figment said, smiling and looking behind DEBUG_HERO.

At the same moment a rattle came from the entrance to DEBUG_HERO's cell, she swung around and saw a single guardsman in the doorway. 'Great' she thought, she just finished recovering from the last treatment she got and they already come back for more. But no, the guardsman was the new recruit, the one who had never participated but only ever stood by the door. And how wonderful, the idiot was so transfixed by her exposed chest he completely forgot to lock the cell door when he came in, as well as the keys were still on his belt. Was this the opportunity? Was the youth with the obvious crush on the princess the answer she was waiting for?