Dressed for the Part

Xena's mind is sound, but her senses are hazy and her body moves on its own. While the witch dresses her up, she is trapped in her own head, unable to control herself and barely able to discern what is happening around her.

When she finally comes to, she is met with an extremely disturbing sight. In front of her stands a lewd orc lady, wearing a skintight pink leotard, thigh-high fishnets stockings, a pink collar, a headband with a pair of floppy pig ears and her nose is being held in an upturned position by a pair of small hooks.

The stranger in front of her is squatting while holding her hands behind her head, fully showing off her depraved body.

"Who…" Xena tries to ask, but the stranger's mouth moves in unison with hers. A cold sensation takes hold of her, and she examines the surroundings. Her blood freezes when she realizes that in front of her is not another person, but a mirror.

With this new information, she examines the reflection closer. She spots the shape of the nipple piercings peeking through the leotard, as well as the weird contraption between her legs. Her large cock has been locked up in some kind of cage, and when she focuses on it she can feel the iron bars restraining her pecker.

"What is the meaning of this!?"

"Oh, there there, my dear sow, no need to lose your temper."

"This is horrifying! What is this horrible outfit!"

"It's your new uniform! You are the new Kingdom's pig!"

She tries to move, to run away, to stop taking this embarrassing pose, but her body does not respond to her commands.

"Please, stop this torment…"

Stella's response is a strong slap on the rear, which pushes out a small noise of pleasure from the orc's mouth.

"What have you done to me?" Her voice trembles.

"Nothing much, I've simply rewritten your neural pathways, and now any form of pain brings you pleasure."

She grabs one of the big green testicles and squeezes it. Xena's vocal response is humiliatingly giddy.

"Obviously, pain in your erogenous zones will give you even more pleasure…" She does not take her hand off, keeping the pressure on the orc's poor balls.

Stella fantasizes about all the things she could do to those big bloated sensitive nuts. Maybe the court doesn't need a jester after all…