Prison

You leveled up; you feel disgusted about how you got the experience

Civil Wood Fairy-level 5
HP:27
MP:34
ATK:3
MATK:11
DEF:2
MDEF:4
Ability Gain: Fairy Kiss
Reduce target to fairy size on touch
Ability Gain: Fair Fight
Split chosen attribute between target and self cost:3mp

What's more disgusting is whatever it is you're lying in. It's like really watery mud, but it's a yellowish white. It makes your skin crawl. It's the only thing between you and the cold, hard ground; you notice it's colder and harder than ground should be. You wobble to your feet and try to scrape off as much of this gunk as can while you get your bearings. You're naked; that's not a good start.

It's immediately clear you're not in the village; it's somewhere underground. The way the dim light plays about the room give you the distinct feeling there's some sort of barrier around you; you look up and see a cork.

"Hey, Drew, she's up." You look and find the two goblins from the village lazing about the cave.

Drew perks up and gives a chuckle, "Morning, Hol. Like you're room?"

You open your mouth to yell at them, but your throat aches from the shouting you did yesterday. You can't get any sound out of your throat.

"Sore throat? Try drinking some of that stuff." Drew picks up the bottle by the neck and swirls it around, splashing more of the muck on you. Even bracing yourself with your hands, you almost fall down.

Grub laughs, "Yeah, sorry we couldn't get more; it's just the two of us. Don't worry, you'll get more later."

You really don't like that idea. For one, it stinks, and the sealed bottle isn't helping. If only your wings were dry; you'd at least get out of this ankle deep puddle.

"Actually, I think I might have some now."

"Don't hurt yourself, Drew. There's no need to rush."

"Yeah, but I want to spoil our pet a bit."

Your indignant huff soon gives way to shock and horror as Drew starts stroking his dick. He does it right against the glass, so you can see every bulging vein slip between his fingers. You try to back away, but he tilts the bottle and the slippery bottom forces you against the side, pressed against his shaft. He actually starts rubbing the bottle against himself to make it look like you're stroking him. The puddle sloshes up your thighs in time with his jerking. You realize what you're standing in and fight not to faint or vomit.

Soon, Drew grunts and squeezes his thumb over the head, his penis pulses under his seal. With his free hand, he lifts the bottle to his lips and bites the cork out. The walls are too slick to climb, your wings are too damp to fly and your voice is too hoarse to cast spells. You still try, but all you get are a few whiffs of marginally better air before the bottle returns to Drew's crotch.

His cum gushes down the bottle, showering you in sticky seed. You can only scrunch your face to keep it out of your eyes, nose and mouth. Fortunately, you keep this load from getting in you, for now.

"Don't worry, Hol, we'll keep you well fed."