Oratha woke from her magically induced slumber with a lurch.  She bolted upright, only for chains to yank her back with a loud clatter.  Her eyes scanned the room, almost surprised that she had woken at all.  Why leave an enemy alive?  With no sign of her attackers, her gaze fell to her own body.  She was toned and athletic with pale white skin no matter how long she seemed to spend in the sun.  Her breasts were large, for a warrior, her waist narrow, her hips wide.  She preferred to hide her body beneath layers of armour, but now?<br/><br/>Had she been violated?  She could see, nor feel, no sign of that.  Well, in the traditional sense.  Her eyes fell to the small piercings even as they began to vibrate.  She bit her lip to hold back a curse.  What sadistic bastard?  As a pleasant desire began to build in the pit of her stomach, as her nipples ached, she began to strain at the chains.  She had to escape before they returned!