She gets turned into a Maiden

The spiral tip moved closer until it was only inches from her eyes. The pink patterns filled her vision, spinning faster and faster. She felt it immediately, a warm, sticky pressure pushing against the front of her skull, seeping into her thoughts like thick syrup. Her worries, her plans, her lunar prayers, her fear for the others, all of it started to soften and blur at the edges.

She resisted with everything she had left.

“Stop… please… I don’t want–” Her voice cracked. She tried to mumble a lunar cleansing spell, the words she had used a hundred times to purge curses and poisons. “Moon’s light… clear the shadow… wash away–”

The tentacle pushed closer. The spirals filled her entire field of view now. Her spell dissolved into meaningless babble halfway through.

She looked desperately toward her former party members.

“Roisin! Elizabeth! Help me–please, it’s melting me–don’t let him–”

Roisin didn’t even lift her head from the master’s cock. She kept sucking slowly, reverently, only pausing long enough to glance sideways with glowing red eyes and a smirk.

“You’re disturbing the master’s pleasure,” she said calmly, voice still proper even with her lips stretched around thick cockmeat. “Be quiet, little rabbit. This is where you belong now.”

Elizabeth pulled off the cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the head. She giggled, pigtails bouncing, pink spirals still spinning in her eyes.

“Aww, Chelly’s trying so hard to be all serious and hero-y~” she cooed, voice high and ditzy. “Look at her wiggling like that. So cute! But chat doesn’t wanna see sad bunny stuff right now. They wanna watch me **** on master’s fat dick. So shhh, okay? You’re ruining the vibe.”

She winked at the nearest orb, then dove back down, taking the master’s cock deeper into her throat with an eager moan while still half-paying attention to her viewer count.

Chell’s heart sank. No one was coming to help her. Her own friends were gone, replaced by whatever the dungeon had turned them into. The pressure in her head grew stronger. Memories of quiet moonlit nights, careful spellwork, the gentle curiosity that had brought her to this world, all of it started to drip away like wax under a flame.

“No… no, please… I just wanted to go home… to the moon…” she whimpered.

Her resistance crumbled faster now. The spirals drilled deeper. Every worried thought melted into warm, pink nothing. Her ears, once alert and twitching with tension, began to flop lazily. Her body relaxed in the tentacles’ grip even as her mind emptied out.

Soon all of Chell’s worries were gone.

She blinked slowly. A big, empty smile spread across her face. Her eyes, once soft and thoughtful, now held the same pink spirals that Elizabeth’s did.

“Uhhh… like… what was I saying again?” she mumbled, voice high and giggly. “Everything feels all… fuzzy and tingly~ Hehe… my head’s all empty and happy now…”

The master clapped his hands twice.

The old stern maid from the dining room appeared instantly in a small puff of silver light. She stood with her hands folded, face as impassive as ever, though a faint sigh escaped her lips when she saw Chell hanging there babbling.

The master pointed one claw at the dangling rabbit girl.

“Train this one to be a proper maiden for the castle,” he ordered. “She seems like she’ll make a cute addition once she learns her place.”

The old maid sighed again, deeper this time, but bowed her head in acceptance.

“As you wish, Master.”

One of the tentacles lowered Chell to the floor. The others released her limbs but left the spiral-tipped one hovering near her face just long enough to give her mind one final, thorough stir. Chell giggled incoherently, ears flopping as she swayed on her feet. Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth.

“Like… maid stuff? Hehe… I get to wear pretty dresses and… and say yes to everything? That sounds super fun~”

The old maid grabbed Chell by the wrist and began dragging her toward a side door that had appeared in the mirrored wall. Chell stumbled after her, giggling and babbling the whole way.

“Wait–wait, where are we going? My brain feels all squishy and good now… hehe… do I get to suck master’s cock too? I want my Master’s cock…”

Her voice trailed off into happy nonsense as the old maid pulled her through the doorway. The silver door closed behind them with a soft click, cutting off the last of Chell’s ditzy laughter.

The master looked back down at Roisin and Elizabeth, both still eagerly working his massive cock with their mouths. Roisin sucked with slow, devoted precision while Elizabeth slobbered noisily, moaning around the shaft.

He let out a satisfied sigh, one hand resting on each of their heads.

“Much better,” he purred. “Now… where were we?”

The mirrored chamber fell quiet again except for the wet sounds of sucking, awaiting the next group of overconfident adventurers who thought too highly of themselves.