You choose to visit the Orcs.

With Sindarion’s malevolent presence gone from your dingy cell, you finally get a reprieve to think without lust clouding your mind.

Damn it, Thalia! You’ve only been in Sindarion’s hands for a few hours and you’ve already given in to him! You didn’t come this far to be his sex **** for all eternity!

You feel your second wind rising and begin to piece together a plan. Your gaze falls on the chart showing the tower’s defenses, and you try your hardest to memorize its details.

Sindarion may be more experienced, but he arrogantly left me with my magic. I won’t be able to harm him directly, but if I can find a way to incapacitate him, it should stall the Dominatus curse.

You next think about the choice Sindarion has given you.

Visiting Stormhearth would just put its people in danger. Sindarion himself said he cared little for the Orcs, and my best chance is to turn them against him-

*Ssssssss!*

The loud hiss of Sindarion’s teleport spell announces his return to your side. He is carrying with him a bra, matching panties, and...your neatly-folded robes!?

“So, what do you choose, my helpless little flower?”

“The Orcs seem like a more...immediate matter to deal with.”

“Try again, bitch! Is that how you address your master?”

You stare daggers at him. “I choose the Orcs, master.”

“That’s more like it! Now, let’s get you dressed up. As much as I’d enjoy parading you naked around Stormhearth, breaking you first will send the fools there a stronger message!”

Wait...did he say Stormhearth!?

Sindarion notices your confusion and smirks: ”You are too naive, Thalia. It would do you well to learn that slaves rarely get what they want!”

Your captor first hands you the bra, and you wearily look it over. It is black and lacy on the outside, no doubt to make you look like an expensive whore. You then turn it over to see the inside of the cups...and nearly drop it in horrified surprise! The entire interior surface of both cups are covered in hundreds of small, fleshy, writhing tendrils! Moist and slimy looking, they almost remind you of tiny tongues in the way they wriggle about as if tasting the air. The thought of having those things anywhere near your sensitive globes is enough to make you squirm.

As if the tendrils aren’t bad enough, you also notice a small mouth-like depression near the center of each cup. Complete with a pair of fleshy, pouting lips, you instantly realize the purpose of those holes: to suck and **** your tender nipples.

“What are you waiting for, ****? You should be grateful for the time I’ve spent picking out an outfit that suits you!”

You squeeze your eyes shut and slide your shoulders into the straps of the infernal bra. The tentacled cups are now mere inches away from your luscious titflesh, and you can’t help but hesitate for a second.

Oh my god! T-this can’t be happening! I can’t believe I’m about to do this...but it’s the only way I’ll ever get out of this fucking dungeon!

With a disgusting slurp, your breasts sink into the fleshy embrace of the parasitic bra. The sensation of hot, wet tentacles slithering across your flesh is far more intense than you ever imagined, and you instantly release a passionate moan. They caress your skin and lap at your bountiful titflesh like a thousand hungry tongues. Your nipples are captured by the suckling mouth-holes and milked with such **** that you feel yourself start lactating!

Before you know it, your pussy is as drenched with sexual fluids as your breasts and chest. Your eyes have rolled to the back of your head, the incredible pleasure making it difficult to do anything but moan. Within minutes, every last trace of your latest escape plan has been exhaustively fucked from your mind.

“Mmmmmm!!! Mmmhh...oh, fuck! Ohhhhhh!! My b-breasts...”

“If you’re enjoying the bra so much, let’s see what you have to say about the matching pair of panties!”

Somehow, Sindarion’s last words cut through your haze of lust like a knife. You’ve devoted your entire life into hunting him and never had the time to pursue a relationship as a result. Though you’re a virgin, you are not ignorant and know that his fiendish panties will no doubt threaten the door to your chastity. The idea of a parasitic garment forever spoiling you for all other men is one you’re not sure you can bear.