Body Modification

You step forward towards where the young woman dangles from her chained wrists, extending one of your long fingers and touching Keyleth very lightly on the chin, your godlike strength is such that with only the gentlest motion you can raise her head and **** her to look at you, as much as her eyes go to anywhere in the small chamber to avoid your gaze.

“Yes, that light in your eyes. Hope. That’s what I wanted to see when I came in here...you see you are correct. As long as people see the heroes of the Mighty Nein and Vox Machina as martyrs...as heroes who stood against ‘the onrushing darkness’..” You scoff at the name some people have taken to referring to you and your horde of monsters as “..and lost. I have no doubt I will be spending the rest of my days putting down small rebellions.”

I pause again, licking my lips and savouring the look of apprehension on Keyleth’s face as I do so.

“But...people won’t be so keen to follow your example if they knew that you were not real heroes would they? I need to make a new image of the supposed heroism of your fight and I think you will be the first test subject.”

Stroking your finger down to the ragged green dress Keyleth was wearing, in one pull you tear the garment away and toss it down to the cold dirty floor beneath your feet. The Druid only clad in her chest wrap that hides her modest breasts and the carefully bound loincloth that hides her most intimate area from view. Keyleth has started shrieking, spouting denial about how no one will truly believe what you tell them but you can see the fear in her eyes and it makes your cock twitch inside your clothes.

“Now...how to modify you first...”