The Prisoner

The stone floor was cold as I tried to stretch. The prison cell had a bed but I felt the need to move around to keep my muscles loose. Two months. I been in this place for two months. Was anyone even looking for me?

I doubted it. I should have listened to Rosemary. I should have been more careful. I thought back to six months ago when I saw her at the gala in the capital. I was the granddaughter of the former head warrior. And as Rosemary was the pupil of the former head wizard, it was obvious for us to be introduced. We got a long swimmingly.

She said that she'd known my grandmother well but I can't imagine how that was true. My grandmother retired before I was ten. Rosemary didn't seem any older than me. And I spent a lot of time with Grandma post her retirement. I think I would have remembered a kid Rosemary visiting.

She has told me to be that I was a bit too weak to be trying missions alone. I should have listened to to her. But here I was. Locked in the dungeon of the place I attacked. This place was home to at least a dozen or two female slaves. Imprisoned by the asshole running this place. I got some information about it from a man who was one of the slaves brother. Iris was her name.

I had a high resistance to charm. I thought I could handle this and yet here I found myself. Hands and legs shackled to each other and to the wall. The mobility I had was only enough for me to use the bathroom and nothing more.

I looked up and noticed a small glow of yellow light. What the fuck. The only mage I saw in this place was a girl with with a pink armband. She healed the wounds the big one with short blonde hair gave to me. But healing magic and wizard magic was far different. This felt like -

I felt a shiver as if someone pitched my nipple. "Hey what the fuck! If your gonna do shit like this. You could have-"

I choked on my words as I felt a warmness in my crotch. Why now! What was the point of this! "Hey! Someone! What are you doing!"

No answer came as the sensation grew stronger. It spread out too. It felt like I was getting a full deep tissue massage. Admittedly after the events of month I had I partially wanted to just enjoy that part. But the sexual feelings that came with it were distracting. Not to mention that what ever this was. It was no doubt some ploy to make me submit.

"Fuck you all and your fucking dumb slut slaves! I came here to rescue them you know! Iris! Your brother is worried about you!"

Silence is all that my screams were met with. The sensation speed up. I have heard before that some warriors can still feel their arm after it had been cut off. What I was feeling reminded me of that. Like some phantom pussy overlapped with my own and it was having an orgasm. And it was guiding my normal pussy to feel the same.

I resisted. Another wave crashed. And another and more still. My breasts felt so tender and the sensation just grew more and more relentless. I tried banging my head against the wall to see if that would distract me.

But what I found instead was a feeling of pride. It was faint. Way smaller than the physical sensation. Since it appeared to be a fake emotion trying to attach to me it was probably failing. My charm resistance prevents most other emotional based spells from affecting me.

Yet for some reason the physical sensations were working just fine. I moaned uncontrollably. I'm not gonna orgasm from some stupid assine whatever the fuck spell this is. "You hear that! You can all go fuck yourselves because I ain't doing it. Not even with this dumb fucking thing your doing."

Once again silence. I didn't get it. Why go through the effort hit me with this arousal spell if they weren't going to be nearby to watch me struggle. Maybe they were watching and just couldn't be bothered to reply.

More and more waves of pleasure crashed down upon my body like a tsunami against the coast. My legs trembled and my hips buckled back and forth against my best efforts. It was fine. This was optional. I wasn't going to orgasm though. No way. No how! Fuck all you.

Then suddenly a sensation hit me. It reminded me of Grandma. And Lady Hannah and even Rosemary. I don't know what it was exactly. It kind of reminded me of what Rosemary and Hannah surprised me with some old books my grandmother had written. It made me wanna cry. Yet before I could more pleasure waves hit me.

"That's dirty! What else can I expect from a guy that can't get his cock wet unless he enslaves people!"

Nothing. I almost expected them to get mad if I insulted the master. Oh whatever. It probably wouldn't be too long now. With the charm not affecting me and with no rescue parting coming. I was likely a dead woman. That's how it goes I suppose. I felt bad to have done my grandma's legacy so dirty. But I'd sooner die then submit to this estate twisted situation.

More and more waves of pleasure hit me and I struggles more and more not to orgasm. I collapsed into my bed, head first into the pillow to scream. Scream and bite. Anything to keep myself from failing. These bastards didn't deserve the satisfaction.

(Author note. This is a dead branch as far as I'm concerned. I just realized it was a fun little dark moment to see what happened when the compersion spell hit our prisoner who has this far been lurking in the backdrop. For those curious. She should be entering the main story soon. Though anyone that wants to explore her is more than welcome!)