Months later

The day of the annual mud wrestling competition had finally arrived, the atmosphere in the arena thick with anticipation. Morgan, draped in her signature flowing black robes, strolled confidently through the grand hallways of the palace, the soft clink of her heels echoing against the polished stone floors. Trailing behind her, tethered by a gleaming golden leash, was Athena.

Athena was on all fours, **** into an animalistic crawl that accentuated her lithe, muscular form. Her sleek, mud-stained skin glistened under the dim torchlight, her head bowed, and her glossy amaranth hair falling forward like a silken curtain. The enchanted collar around her neck hummed faintly, its magic compelling her to walk like a beast.

Morgan’s smirk widened as she approached Kanot the Strong, the formidable leader of House ****. A towering figure of raw power and authority, Kanot was already basking in the energy of the event. His arms crossed over his broad chest, he turned as Morgan approached, his stern features softening into a curious smile.

"Morgan," Kanot rumbled, his voice like a distant avalanche. "You always know how to make an entrance. What's this... spectacle you've brought with you?"

Morgan’s dark eyes sparkled mischievously as she tugged gently on Athena’s leash, pulling her closer. “A little something to make this season’s competition unforgettable,” she purred. She gestured toward Athena, whose athletic body, clad in an obscenely revealing white single-string bikini, was on full display. “She’s my surprise for today’s event. I thought it fitting to pit beauty against brawn for the crowd’s entertainment.”

Kanot raised an eyebrow, his gaze appraising Athena. "She looks fragile compared to one of my stone soldiers," he remarked, a hint of doubt in his tone.

Morgan chuckled, a low and sultry sound. “Don’t let appearances deceive you. She may be lovely, but she’s far more resilient than you think.” Her voice turned sharp and commanding. "Bring the stone soldier to the pit. Let's see if your creation can handle my prize."

The arena roared to life as the towering stone soldier, a hulking figure carved like a Greek god, stepped into the pit. His sheer size and imposing presence dwarfed the awaiting competition, his white briefs stark against his granite-like form.

Morgan turned back to Athena, her expression darkening. “But first, let’s make this interesting,” she said, snapping her fingers. Black ice began to swirl and encase Athena, her soft curves trapped in a crystalline prison. She froze in place, her muscles taut, the only sense left to her that of touch.

Athena’s heart raced within the cold, dark confinement. She felt every contour of the icy prison against her exposed skin, the chill biting into her nerves as the world outside became a muffled blur.

Morgan flicked her wrist, and the frozen block levitated effortlessly, carrying Athena high above the arena. The crowd erupted in cheers and gasps as they saw the dazzling black ice suspended over the mud pit.

With a theatrical flourish, Morgan gave a final command, shattering the ice in an explosion of glittering shards. Athena plummeted from the height, her body arching involuntarily as she braced for impact. She landed boobs-first into the thick, wet mud, the soft muck splashing around her and splattering her smooth, taut skin.

The shards of magical ice followed her, falling into the pit and quickly melting. The already deep mud grew thicker, rising higher and making every movement a challenge. The crowd roared with approval, their excitement palpable as Athena pushed herself up from the viscous, clinging mire, her white bikini now streaked with muddy smears that made it all the more tantalizing.

Kanot laughed heartily, slapping a meaty hand against his thigh. "Now that’s an entrance!" he boomed, clearly entertained.

Morgan descended the stairs toward the pit’s edge, her eyes gleaming as she called out, “Athena, darling, I’ve given you back all your senses. I hope you enjoy them because you’ll need every last one to survive this.”

Athena’s world came rushing back with dizzying ****: the roaring crowd, the sticky weight of the mud, the oppressive heat of the arena, and the stinging humiliation of her revealing predicament. Before she could fully regain her composure, the stone soldier stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over her