Cursed Ring of the Sorceress

Anna was reduced to only sheer black panties and a corset style bra. She was completely exposed save for her nipples and a small portion of her torso. A trimmed bush and mound were visible through the sheer material.

Captain Boregut raised a torch and stepped closer, casting a glow onto Anna's pale skin. The warmth of the torch provided some relief against the cold air. She backed away, her cheeks pressing against the icy stone of the casket behind her.

"Is everything okay?" Captain Boregut said with his low grumbling voice. He looked her up and down, his eye lingering on certain features, and on the ring on her finger. He sniffed the air, detecting her delectable scent, normally contained within layers of clothing but now completely free. The two other orcs grunted amusingly at her situation.

"Yes Captain, everything is fine." Her pussy ached, wanting more, and her mind was filled with concern about the ring. "Could you order one of your orcs to retrieve my baggage from the encampment?" There must be at least one unenchanted garment packed away she could wear.

The orcs were looking at her differently. Normally their eyes showed a little bit of fear, fear of her power, fear of the authority that her robes represented. But now that fear was absent.

Boregut moved closer, his bulky figure towering over her. The other orcs moved to either side of her. She caught the scent of orcish sweat, mingling with the well-traveled leather of their jerkins, rich with campfire smoke and the dust of the road.

"Captain, my baggage. Now." She spoke with a stern tone, but stripped of her robes and other accessories, it didn't have the commanding effect she was accustomed to.

A bulge was forming in Boregut's jerkin trousers. Anna noticed and had to admit she was curious, but she needed to keep her priorities straight--new clothes, removing the ring, and then, afterward, tending to her other sensual needs. And those sensual needs would NOT involve an orc.

Boregut did not move, instead he continued to look at Anna, examining her bare legs, the curve of her hips, her breasts.

"Captain, I will remember this insubordination when it comes time to split the spoils." She side-stepped Boregut and stepped forward, but Boregut moved in response and blocked her path.

"The Lady Anna should not want to go out there. I might not be able to keep the other orcs in check, considering your condition." He sniffed again, taking in her arousal.

He was right. Anna knew she couldn't prance around practically naked in front of a dozen quarrelsome orcs. "Yes, Captain, very astute of you. But do not forget I am a Ranked Sorceress of the Arcane Assembly. Sneaking by a bunch of dim orcs isn't an issue."

Boregut took her insults, as he always does.

Escaping this situation should be easy. She was stripped of her clothes, not her talents. Focusing, she brought up her hands and recited arcane syllables. Blueish light emanated from her hands. Boregut stepped back--he was still fearful of her arcane powers.

Her body was fading from view, her scent was dissipating, and her voice was quieting. It was a concealment spell that would hide her from sight, sound, and smell.

But as the spell was taking hold, the ring came back to life. It glowed and pulsed with orange light. Anna felt warmth course through her body. The golden tendrils formed around her upper thighs and over her pussy, pulsing and throbbing. She let out a moan. The spell slipped from her mind, as if it was taken from her, and she returned to view.

"It's the ring," Boregut exclaimed. "I knew it was trouble."

It was so cruel, teasing her, leaving her on the edge. Standing there, she reflexively reached her hand down and started to rub herself.

"Does the Lady Anna need help with... another need?" Boregut would never dare to make such a bold proposal. But now--with her practically naked, her heated scent filling the room, and after failing to cast a spell--he didn't see her as the capable sorceress but rather as a small, helpless human he could conquer.

Anna knew she had to get away from these orcs. She yearned to be filled, and these orcs were willing and able. It was only a matter of time before she gave in to her baser instincts, or Boregut decided to force the matter.

A weak mental domination spell might work. Nothing too strong, just enough to get them to leave her, then she could figure out this ring.

She removed her hand from pussy, composing herself. Priorities! Pleasure can wait.

"Captain Boregut, stand down and return to the main chamber. The orcs there will need your strength, your leadership." She put alluring emphasis on "strength" and "leadership". The ring stirred, though not as strongly as before. It glowed faintly and sent weak pulses through her body, increasing her need.

But Boregut did not move. The spell was too weak to counter his rising lust.

Instead, he moved his hand down to his crotch and undid the laces. A large orcish cock flopped out. The bestial musk-sweat scent impacted Anna like a wave. It was an unpleasant scent she had long grown accustomed to--weeks of traveling with orcs made sure of that--but now, she found it intoxicating. Her aroused mental state craved more.

She put more of her energy into the spell, but this only caused the ring to increase its activity. Her mind was being tugged upon, like a thread was being pulled. It left little energy for the spell.

The tendrils returned and teased her, but she maintained her concentration. Her old mentor would be proud of her rigid focus. But still, her arousal increased. Not only from the invasive tendrils, but also from the sight of Boregut's erection. It was a thought she tried desperately to suppress.

Boregut looked down at her, amused by her tendrilous plight. The other two orcs backed off, fearful of Boregut, now that it appeared he was going to claim the Lady Anna for himself.

She summoned her last reserve of energy, a final display of spell-craft, but the ever-hungry ring was ready, and it lapped up every morsel of energy. The tendrils became more vigorous and thrust deep. Her rigid concentration snapped. Her body quivered and her knees shook. She collapsed to the floor, crying out as pleasure overtook her and a wet rush soaked her panties.

Boregut caught her by the shoulders.

Her magic was drained. The ring's glow slowly faded and returned to inertness.

"I did not think you were interested in such pleasures." He reached down and placed a finger on Anna's sopping crotch, she tried to back away but was held in place by his other hand. "But now I see why you wanted the ring."

TO BE CONTINUED...