Her tears stopped after a while, but she had rolled into as much of a ball as she could with the ropes, trembling. She did not hear the song, but eventually said, her voice completely devoid of emotion, "In my village, women who are not seers, god touched, song mages, or magic users, are seen as servants to the males. I was lucky enough to be born a song mage, a bard, but my luck ended there. The males would lay claim to a female, and begin 'training' her to make her more managable, and concerned only about pleasuring their master.<br/><br/>About three years ago I finally allowed myself to accede to the pursuit of a single male, and he took me twice. I did not care for it, it was... nothing like I had hoped, for he cared only for his own pleasure, and left me lying on the ground, my body crying out for more. No other males touched me, until the attack.<br/><br/>Three or four days ago, I think, my village was attacked by merrows, my kind's mortal enemies. The males were either hunting, or scavenging, and the few left were quickly gutted. I was watching the children, entertaining them, as was my job, and the fact the children trusted me completely. The broke into the building we were in, and found the children's hiding spot. I darted out of mine, trying to lead them toward the hunters, but was caught by a male coming in on a whim as I tried to leave. My magic was not strong enough to win free of him, and they captured nearly every female and child left behind. Few escaped.<br/><br/>I was not put on the line as the others were, and I soon learned why. The merrow that captured me led a raiding party into a forbidden underwater forest nearby, where he and five other merrows raped me, vaginally and orally. They raped me until I was puking up semen, and I looked pregnant, and still they continued to rape me, until I passed out from exhaustion. The next day, my captor was my only rapist, but he took me for an hour, anally, orally, and vaginally. He then passed out beside me, without resecuring me, and I managed to escape.<br/><br/>I ran into a creature that resembled an octopus, but black as the darkest ocean depths, and a powerful, but very differnet mind. It raped me as well, exactly like the merrow did when it was alone, filling all three holes. I don't know how long it filled me with its foul liquids, but when I awoke, I was cocooned, and so full I felt like I would burst. It improperly secured me, and I drifted toward a temple, which had an alter to Aidia, or something like that, I recognized the name, but could place nothing else about the god or goddess. I looked at the alter, which had a portal open above it, and being lost, and in a wasteland with no food and a weapon I could barely use, I entered it.<br/><br/>I appeared in the shrine above your home, freezing to death, and entered hoping for help. The kettle was boiling over, and I thought it was tea, so I waited a while for the owner to return, but the cold was making me lose feeling in my limbs, so I had a half cup of it, and dressed in the thinnest clothes I could find."<br/><br/>She stayed in ball and said, crying now, as her emotions of despair and frustation welled up into her voice, "I did nothing to deserve this, and wished only to serve my village and tribe as a song mage, and do so well. Was that wrong?<br/><br/>Please, let me go, I need to rescue those who were captured. Please, anything I can give, I will."