<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MrhlQzA.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Aisha</span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Fire Bolt</li><li>Light</li><li>Mage Hand</li><li>Raiment</li></ul><br/><strong>1st level</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Burning Hands</li><li>Chromatic Orb</li></ul></div></div><br/>By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs Aisha had accomplished nothing but waste her strength and perhaps inadvertently thrill her captor with the undulating touch of her supple, struggling body. The sorceress panted as she was dragged, half-nude and powerless, before the robed men; her bare skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat in the strange light, and her hood and cape were plastered to her body with its wetness. Aisha's captor kissed her on the neck again, and she shivered both in cold and in disgust at the intimate touch.<br/><br/>She shivered. Then she<em>shivered </em>at the rustling from the dark. Thugs and louts and half-crazed cultists she could toy with, but what if the god in this temple, this "Promised One", was not entirely dead?<br/><br/><em>I will kill it</em>, she thought defiantly. But it was hard to see how those words could be put into action as they dragged her towards the obelisks, breasts jiggling every step of the way. Being raped was bad enough, but the idea that she was to be some kind of summoning conduit for ancient nameless powers secretly frightened her her.<br/><br/>Terror and arousal toyed for control of her body. Her cheeks were flushed, her bust heaving, her loins were damp and her nerves aflame, all the lingering aftereffects of her spell. She strained to squeeze her bare thighs together as she was forced forward in a shuffling gait.<em>Damn the aftereffects of this ruined spell!</em>she cursed silently. Normally, her magic did not linger so long. Or perhaps there was a part of her that enjoyed it? That secretly delighted in being put in danger, helpless and vulnerable as she was now?<br/><br/>"Ngh! Let -- me -- go! Ugh!" Aisha put up a valiant struggle as she was chained to the obelisks. She tried to bite the men, tried to smash her head into their faces, attempted to stomp on whatever toes and feet she could find. "Oww!" she squealed as her captor kneaded her breasts roughly and pulled on her nipples. "Animals! Savages! Beasts! I will incinerate every last wretched one of you. You will wish for death before the end!"<br/><br/>Aisha made a stubborn, spiteful promise on the spot: she would not beg. They might molest her, rape her, violate her body, but she would defy them to the bitter end if she was to die in this accursed ruin. "Do your worst," she growled at her assailants. "Enjoy yourselves while you can, and make sure it is worth the suffering I will visit upon you!"