A penis.

There she was. Mamma was sure this was the girl, and Mallory and Jennifer (self-appointed sentries) confirmed it. She was the girl that had been living with Anne for all these weeks. She was the kidnapped adventurer you were tasked to find. She was… A disgusting mess, to say the least.

Chained to the wall by an incredibly thick, sturdy-looking, chain that wrapped itself around her hands and wrists, she stood there no more than two steps away from your face.

Her deep red hair matted to her head, forehead neck and shoulders in several places by what you guessed was days’ worth of fluids. Her eyes were covered with a fancy-looking black cloth and her mouth hung open, kept in place by an O-shaped iron ring strapped to her jaw by a strip of fine leather; spit flowing occasionally from her open mouth and onto her neck and almost completely flat chest.

Her arms, belly and legs were covered in dry clumps of old fluids. And no doubt even her legs and feet had suffered in one way or the other at the hands of the völva women.

You had but completely stopped paying attention, however, drawn entirely and absolutely towards the girl’s pussy. Not because of its particularly beautiful color, being the most vibrant shade of pink you could imagine, or because of the way it was gaping, almost dilated (a clear mark of all the “fun” the Völva had had with the girl). But rather, because of what hung just over it.

It was clearly a penis.

Right where her clit should be, a massive meat pole pierced the air at least 6 or 7 inches in front of her. It reminded you of the hunter’s cock in size, but it absolutely dwarfed his in width and girth, being at least 3 inches wide and 10 inches across.

On her petite frame, not being much taller than you, it looked almost fake. As if someone had cut a horses’ penis and glued it to a girls’ mons as a cruel practical joke.

The way it jerked up and down and the long tendril of precum falling from the tip and onto the ground confirmed it, however: It was very real. And it was very in need of more action.

Seeing your obvious fascination with the tool, Mamma commented with a slight grin: “Do you like it, my dear…? It’s a new potion included with the most recent update. In males, it just makes them horny like a bull for a few hours, in women, well… You can see the results.”

“By my calculations, the effect should disappear in a couple hours. Until then, well, she will have… Difficulties… Walking, talking, or doing much of anything.”

Another snap of Mamma’s fingers and the girl was free, falling into Mallory’s arms with a whimper, obscenely thrusting her hips back and forth in a blind attempt to penetrate something, anything. To rid herself of this burning sensation that ran all over her body.

“Aww, I am gonna miss both of you so much…” The big breasted Völva said, warmth and lewdness weirdly mixing together in her voice and her face “Actually… Before you go…”

Before you could react, one of Mamma’s daughters pulled you away to make room for her mother. Standing there, petrified, Mallory’s arms wrapping around your hips seductively, you saw Mamma set the now freed girl on the floor and position herself for a last ride.

Mallory’s hands travelled up your stomach and to your breasts, setting one hand on each nipple, as you saw the girl’s thick prick touch the völva’s asshole and start making its way inside.

It was too much. Shaking Mallory’s hands out of the way you decided to leave the dungeon rapidly. You would be tempted to join the fun otherwise, and you wanted to be rid of this place as soon as possible. You really didn’t want to become a prisoner to your own lust.