Prison Escape and A Plan is Formed

Dogdog fell back. What was he doing? This wasn't him. "Stop!" He shouted, his words echoing through the otherwise empty dungeon. Ginny immediately ceased slapping herself, and looked up at him expectantly. She painted heavily, and already he could see purple bruising forming on her tits. He needed more information on this. "Why...why are you obeying me now? Explain everything to me."

She remained kneeling as she stared up at him worshipfully, a smile on her face. "Oh master, it's because I realized you are everything. You're my sole reason for living, my God." She reached out and gently touched his foot again, a longing appearing in her eyes.

"Is...Is the old you in there?" He asked, a look of curiosity coming across his face.

"Old me...I...I'm not sure what you mean..." Ginny stuttered, looking confused.

Dogdog thought for a minute. "The Ginny who tortured me. I want that back. But...Under my control. Can you do that?"

Ginny suddenly frowned, an anger familiar to Dogdog drawing across her face. "Fuck you! I don't know what you've done to me, but when I break free, I'm going to kill you!" Her muscles strained as she tried to stand up and attack, but she remained kneeling.

"Good. Let's lay down some ground rules, shall we?" He said calmly, feeling for the first time in weeks like he was in control. "From now on, you answer to me. I want you to keep being you. Rage against my control on private, but never disobey, understand?"

Ginny snarled at him. "Fuck off you subhuman garbage!" She was practically shaking with rage, her muscles taut as she tried to make them obey and pounce on him.

Dogdog frowned. He needed a way out. "Ginny...can you get me out of here safely? To some place safe? Your home maybe?"

She snarled at him again. "You're not on the prisoner roles. You should have been released weeks ago, but I kept you here for entertainment. I Should have killed you when I had the chance. I can just walk you out whenever you want. As far as where I live...I stay in the guard barracks, so it wouldn't be safe for you there."

Dogdog gasped. Released...weeks ago? "You bitch! I was considering releasing you after I was free...but now..." He let the threat hang. Sighing he considered his options. "Do you have access to money?"

"I have my savings...which isn't much." She replied, a look of anger crossing her face again.

"Hrm...its a start. Get me out of here. Lets go to an inn, somewhere we won't be conspicuous. We'll plan from there."

Her jaw clenched, but she nodded, unable to resist his psychic dominance. The goblin's grin grew wider, revealing rows of sharp teeth. As they approached the heavy wooden gates of the prison, the sounds of the awakening city grew louder. The scent of baking bread wafted from nearby homes, mingling with the harsh metallic tang of the forges firing up. The guards at the gate, still groggy from the night's watch, barely glanced at them as Ginny, with a **** calmness, held up her identification and spoke the password. As they passed through the entrance of the prison, text flashed in front of Dogdog's eyes.

**QUEST COMPLETE: PRISON ESCAPE- - - - - -

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Dogdog paced back and forth in the small room at the inn, thinking to himself. He glanced over at Ginny, who he's commanded to squat in the corner. She was down on the balls of her feet, her muscular rear hovering an inch above the ground, her hands flat on the ground in front of her, reminiscent of a cat sitting.

He signed and pulled up his stats. He'd leveled up. Apparently, the experience from escaping the prison, a world quest, had given him enough XP to level. He scrolled to skills and examined the new ones.

Dogdog Scurryscrape (lv. 3 Mind Goblin)

HP:95/95

ST: 95/95

PSP: 156/206

Attributes…

Skills..

<New Skill Discovered>

<Two Skill Points Available>

Effects…

Available skills: Memory alteration; Ego whip

"Not very much detail on what they are...I guess memory alteration seems the most useful. I think I'm starting to understand how this class works. I need to surround myself with capable minions, since the class itself seems to lack a bit on offensive capabilities. Hell, defensive capabilities too." He muttered to himself.

He turned to Ginny. "Ok pet, I think I have a plan now."

She scowled at him. "Whatever you're planning, scum, I want no part in it."

He gave a mocking laugh. "Oh, you're going to be factoring into my plans for a long time. Maybe someday I'll forgive you for the beatings and **** you inflicted upon me for months, but I doubt it. Until then, I'm going to return every indignity back up on you ten fold." He gave a wry grin. "And I think the best place to start is making you my personal body guard and pet. From here in our, your every waking moment is going to be dedicated to making sure my life is as easy as possible, and you're going to hate every moment of it."

Ginny spit on the ground. "When I break free of this glamour, you will experience a reckoning that will make your time in the prison seem a vacation."

"Ah ah, pet. It won't do to dirty our room. Lick up your mess."

Ginny felt her body move involuntarily, as she leaned forward, her tongue extending, as she gave the floor one long lick, followed by another, the disgusting taste of the filthy floor coating her tongue as she cleaned her spit off the ground.

"Good job, kitten.". Dogdog praised, once she'd finished. "Now where were we... ah yes, the plan! You see; to get this class, I had to make a deal with someone calling herself the "goddess of lost things". I don't trust this entity any more than I'd trust you. Therefore, I need to gain levels, and find magic that can help me get out from under her thumb. Ironic, I know, considering our relationship." He smiled condescendingly at her. "For now, I think we need to get some quick money to fund our new adventuring group. Then, we need to recruit a few more members of the party. Now, tell me, whats the largest sum of money you could feasibly access, legitimately or not."

"The guard pension fund. It's in the main office, I can get access to it. But I'd never steal it for a pathetic creature like you." Once again her muscles strained as she fought against his control, but to no avail.

"Now that is a delicious amount of irony." He hopped up onto the bed, sitting with his feet hanging off the end of it. "You're going to get that money, and I'm going to give you a shopping list." He smiled.

Ginny felt a cold rage simmering within her, but she knew she had ****. "Fine," she grated out through clenched teeth. "I'll get you what you need." She couldn't believe the indignity of it all, but she knew she had **** in the matter.

"Now, crawl over here and crouch in front of me." He said, beckoning her with a wave of his hand.

Despite her best efforts, she found herself dropping to all fours and crawling over to him. When she reached the foot of the bed where he was sitting, she pulled herself into a crouch, hands to the floor in front of her. He reached out one of his hands and gently scratched at her head and behind her ears. "From now on, you're my kitten. You'll answer when I address you as kitten. When I pet you like this, I expect you to purr."

Involuntarily, Ginny felt a low rumble in the back of her throat, as she involuntarily let out a string of RRRRRRs, that sounded almost nothing like a cat's purr. "Prrrrrrr," she tried again, this time adding a bit more throat to it, though it still sounded more like someone gargling consonants than any noise a real cat would make. Still, she committed to it and even rubbed her head against Dogdog's hand in the manner of a kitten. Her throat constricted again as it produced the **** sound – a theatrical "prrrrrr" that burned her with humiliation. "I've killed for less than this," she snarled between the mandatory purrs. "The things I will do to you will become legendary."

"Such spirit!" the Dogdog cackled, clearly enjoying her helpless rage. "Maybe I'll have you chase a ball of yarn next."

"When this spell breaks," she promised, her voice dripping venom even as another purr was **** from her throat, "they won't find enough of you to bury." Her muscles strained against the magical bonds, veins standing out on her arms with the effort.

Dogdog stroked her hair condescendingly. "But it won't break, will it?" He stood and walked over to the desk in the room, and wrote out a quick series of instructions on two pieces of paper. "You're going to steal that pension fund now. Then," He handed her one of the pieces of paper. "You're going to get everything on this shopping list." He folded the other and tucked it between Ginny's cleavage. "After that, you're going to a blacksmith and showing him these instructions. Make sure you follow all his instructions without question."

The city was coming to life as Ginny stalked through the streets, the cobblestones cold and damp beneath her boots. The smithies were now in full swing, hammers ringing out a rhythmic tune that echoed through the narrow alleys, the bag of gold at her waist heavy with her ill-gotten gains. She felt a pang of regret for the loss her former comrades would feel over this theft. She had worked with them for years and knew many of them counted on their pension to help look after their families. Just another indignity she would replay the goblin when she got her freedom.

With a sigh, she turned into the blacksmith shop she had been instructed to visit. One she had personally never been to before, but Dogdog seemed to have knowledge of the smith who ran it. "I need to see the smith," the amazonian warrior, announced firmly to the young dwarf at the forge's entrance. His eyes widened, taking in her towering stature and the scowling expression etched on her face. He nodded swiftly, his beard bobbing up and down as he scurried away, motioning for her to follow.

In the dimly lit interior, the smith, a grimy looking dwarf named Grimbaul, wiped his sooty hands on his leather apron, his gaze taking in her figure with undisguised lust. The way he looked at her made Ginny feel slimy. "Welcome, milady," he rumbled, his voice echoing through the chamber. "What brings a...fierce warrior like yourself to my humble abode?"

Ginny stepped closer, her hand tightening around the piece of paper the goblin had given her. "I need some equipment. This," she said, her voice firm and unyielding, as she held up the paper, "contains the specifications."

Grimbaul took the paper with a smirk, his eyes scanning over the details. His eyes practically bulged by what was written, and he looked back up at her, his gaze lingering on the warrior's toned body. "Surely this is some sort of prank. Are you perhaps a prostitute hired by one o' me mates?"

Ginny's face reddened. "I assure you, this is a most serious request." To emphasize, she dropped the sack of coin on the desk with a heavy thump and the clink of coins.

His grin grew, and he licked his lips in a way that unsettled Ginny. He turned to the younger dwarf. "Boy! Free up my schedule for the day. I'll be attending to this one personally."

Leading her back to his private office, he pulled out a tape measure. "I'll of course need to take exact measurements for this, if you don't mind shedding that armor?"

Ginny shuddered, and made to protest, but her body, fueled by the goblins power, had already begun complying. As she efficiently stripped down to her shift, she couldn't help but shudder at what was to come.

The dwarves eyes traced her curves, enjoying every line of muscle on her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts. He licked his lips again. "This armor requires rather...exact measurements. The shift, milady?"

Her blush deepened as once again her body complied, shedding the last of her clothing, leaving her naked before the second short disgusting creature in as many days.

"Now, hold still," Grimbaul instructed, his voice a little too eager. He placed the tape measure around her chest, his hands cupping her ample breasts from behind. The dwarf's fingers danced around the sensitive peaks of her breasts, pretending to adjust the tape for a more accurate measurement. Ginny's breath hitched as he pinched and rolled her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. She stared straight ahead, her jaw tight and her cheeks flushed with rage. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her exposed skin, his eyes devouring every curve. Despite her mental protests, she felt her nipples harden slightly beneath his touch. She bit back a snarl, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and humiliation.

Next, Grimgbaul's hands drifted down to her hips, grabbing unnecessary handfuls of her rear. His touch was rough and possessive, his pudgy digits digging into her flesh as he murmured his appreciation. Ginny's fists clenched at her sides, her knuckles turning white with the effort it took not to strike him. She could feel his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in, his rancid scent mixing with the smell of hot metal and sweat.

Without warning, he gave her ass a hard spank, the sound echoing through the forge. "Sorry," he chuckled, his voice oily, "just had to make sure the fit would be snug." Ginny's eyes narrowed, her teeth grinding together. She felt the warmth spread across her cheeks, not from embarrassment but from the searing anger burning within her.

Grimbaul's hand slithered around the front of her body, his fingers grazing over her bald mons, a perverse smile playing on his lips. Her muscles tensed, but she remained still, her mind racing for a way to break free. As his hand stroked gently down her inner thigh, she could feel the heat of his lust. Her skin crawled at his touch, her instincts screaming for her to fight, but the goblin's control held her firmly in place.

With a leer, the dwarf leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning against her sex. He traced the line of her slit, his thick fingers pressing and exploring. Her stomach turned, bile rising in her throat as she was **** to remain passive. Her heart hammered in her chest, a mix of rage and fear coursing through her veins. This was not the warrior's honor she was used to, but a violation of the worst kind.

"Now, for the most important part," Grimbaul said, his voice thick with lust. He stepped back and took in her exposed form, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You must understand, this is for the sake of perfection." He reached out once again, his fingers entering her roughly. Ginny bit back a moan, as her legs involuntarily widened to allow him better access.

"Hrm, maybe my friends did get me a prostitute." The lecherous dwarf laughed, pulling his fingers from her moistening sex with some ****. Wiping the evidence of her arousal off his hands on her stomach, he turned away. "Hold that pose for me while I work out this armor, "milady"."

Ginny remained in the degrading pose, her legs spread and her hands braced against his desk, bent slightly at the waist. She could feel the heat from the forge's fires licking at her bare skin, the sweat trickling down her spine. Even as he worked, the clang of his hammer on metal a constant background noise, she felt his eyes on her muscular form.

After some time, she heard the dwarf approaching her from behind. With another hard slap on her ass, he dropped a heavy box on the desk in front of her. "Yer order, "milady"." He said, staring lustfully at her. "Yer always welcome back if you need more work."

Shuddering, Ginny quickly redressed, grabbed the box, and headed back to Dogdog, wondering what new humiliations would be visited upon her.