Spell of memory loss

Samora is too weak. She can’t even guess if the paralyze spell already wore off or is still works. Shaman waves his staff and then pushes it deeply between her legs, into her already well fucked pussy. Samora cries, then she feels some kind of strange energy feeling her body. She still feels very weak… but also horny as hell. Shaman withdraws his staff and pats her head. She looks at him with deep love into her eyes. Yes, he is her master, he lord, she is nothing more but his lowest ****. It is privilege that she touches her lewd, filthy body.
Shaman waves his hand and Samora rises on her fours, following him obediently into the depths of the sewers. She feels only her deepest devotion to that goblin. Feeling horny, she looks at goblins escorting them and thinks, how nice it will be when they’ll all fuck her together one more time. He forgets about her life, even about her name. None ever hears about Samora anymore.