I felt a cool darkness surrounding my mind and body. I wasn't in any pain, but I was definitely not in a good position. I felt the dampness against my skin and knew I was still in Darkfathom Cave. I could still remember the flash of blue light that damn Dark Mage's staff had cast at me before I blacked out.
I sucked in a deep breath and opened my eyes, ready to take inventory of my situation.
I was bound on the ground against an earthen wall. My hair was hanging in loose waves around my face and I knew that someone had healed my wounds recently. I could still feel the ripples of Magicka flowing over my skin.
"Looky here, she's awake."
I stiffened and turned toward the voices. They were pretty jovial for what was about to happen to them.
"Aw now don't be that way sweetie, there's nothing you can do right now, you might as well just give in."
A shiver ran down my spine at this.
From the darkness I could make out five figures, all men from the shape of them. Suddenly torches flared up against the stone walls and I licked my lips in fear at what I saw. Two Dark Elf Necromancers, a High Elf Dark Mage and a female Nord who looked older than dirt. She cackled and leaned heavily on a staff that I would bet my legs wasn't hers.
"We've taken all your possessions. Good bit of gold you had pretty."
Not knowing what else to say I went the predictable route.
"What do you want from me?"
The High Elf laughed. He seemed to be in charge.
"You are going to help us with our research my lovely. We haven't had a chance to see how it will work on a Breton yet."
My stomach dropped out and I knew this had to do with illegal Magicka. Of course it did, the Mage's Guild wouldn't have sent me here on a vacation.
"Throw her in the pit; I can't wait to see what happens. I hope she makes it longer than the other ones did."
The old Nord woman limped toward me and pinched my nose hard. I automatically opened my mouth to breath but that was a huge mistake. A dark green bottle was tipped into my mouth and I swallowed the acrid liquid before I could stop myself.
My entire body suddenly went warm and limp. I felt my muscles relax and my lions begin to fill with warmth and lust. I was feeling heady, intoxicated, more so than any amount of cheap wine could have made me feel.
With a hard jerk I was pushed up, my wrists freed and then I was unceremoniously tipped forward into a pit. I landed well enough despite the fifteen foot drop and the strange poison working it's way into my blood. Thank god for hours of acrobatics training.
I looked up into the faces of my captors and watched as one of the Necromancers conjured a few Skeletal Guardians to prowl the lip of my entrapment.
With almost feral glee the Mages crouched down and watched me like an insect.
I tried not to show them how I was feeling but it was so hard to distract myself from the way my body was behaving. I was...in heat. I was so horny I thought I would die from it. Without conscience thought my hand was rubbing my core through my breeches and I was panting from the pleasure. I saw the bedroll in the center of the arena and cautiously walked to it.
My knees dropped down onto the soft straw and blankets and I began to work my clit in earnest, sliding my hand inside my breeches this time and moaning as my fingers slipped over and around the sensitive swollen flesh. I was close, so damn close.
Suddenly I heard the metallic clank of a gate being lifted and looked up in enough time to see that not one but two gates were being slowly raised. My vision was fuzzing and I was suddenly confused as to why all I cared of was my own release. Surely there were enemies coming. I needed to get my hands out of my pants and up in front of me to block or hit.
I watched as the figures lazily walked out of their areas and finally I could see what I was faced with through the hazy fog.
A juvenile Ogre ambled around, it's loin cloth strangely tented before it, its meaty hand rubbing his crotch up and down in slow strokes. He was....oh the gods, he was hard. He emitted soft grunts as his fingers tried to wrap around the enormous clothed shaft and the material of his loin cloth was raised so much from the mass of his huge cock that his balls could clearly be seen swaying as he walked. As he walked forward a few more paces I saw behind him another Ogre, this one smaller and in the same condition. Oh gods...
To the right of the Ogre was a dazed looking Minotaur, his horns not fully developed but still very prominent. While he looked nothing like the Ogre with his brown skin and furry arms and hoofed legs, he shared one thing in common with him; below his hard six pack and down the trail of tawny hair was the biggest dick I'd ever seen. Where the Ogre had a male's anatomy, the Minotaur was all animal, his cock pushed out from its foreskin, shiny and glistening pink in the dim lighting, its furry hand came up to push and pull at the engorged appendage and I felt myself getting wet at the thought of playing with either of them.
I caught myself and suddenly felt very ashamed at the thoughts that were running through my mind. I should not be thinking these things. I kill these things, I don't fuck them.
I suddenly became aware of my thick juices sliding down my thighs a few seconds later the scent hit me. I could smell myself...and if I could smell myself then...
The Minotaur smelled it first. He raised his head and blew a stream of fogged air through his nostrils, the gold ring moving with the force of it. He leaned forward and ran full speed until he connected with the smaller Ogre. His face ablaze with rage as he grappled with the equally large monster.
The first Ogre I had seen, the larger one seemed to not notice this fighting, but he had noticed me. He picked up his pace and began a stumbling trot toward me. Two steps from me, his hands ripped the loin cloth off his body with a bellow but before he could take those two steps he was thrown to the side by the Minotaur.