Callea, a little over-awed by Kabuno because of his royal apprentice/slave, didn't quite accept the evidence of his treachery until he spoke plainly about it; of course by then she was already neutralized, and could do nothing but try to physically struggle - and while she was strong enough, she was no match for the men who restrained her.  As they began to attack her most sensitive spots, even that resistance diminished, her strength sapped by her arousal.<br/><br/>The Priestess was weaker, and the incubus had no trouble at all with her squirming, screaming form.  His tentacles were skillful, magically enhanced, and her inexperience left her entirely vulnerable to the incubus' manipulations.  When her robes were shredded, it was a warming, flushed body that was revealed.  Helpless as she was, she still held on to some hope, some faith that there would be a reversal, that help would come, or that one or the other woman would break free... even as the tentacles stroked her breasts and her nether lips, she still hoped this would not be how she lost her purity.  Right until, with a mighty thrust, the bulbous tentacle filled her entirely, pushing her wide open and beginning to writhe maddeningly inside.  Now the corrupting energy was oozing into her, not only through her skin, but from within, combining with the irresistible physical pleasure to eat away the Priestess' resistance.  Her screams had ended, replaced with despairing groans and moans.<br/><br/>Even as the tentacles at breast and sex overcame her resistance, her beleaguered mind was shocked at another tentacle pressing to her bottom - surely not - and then yes, it slid in smoothly, stunning her, and yet at the same time incomprehensibly stimulating.  It was far too much, and the pitiful mental barriers the Priestess was trying to erect collapsed.  A much louder moan was abruptly smothered by a tentacle plunging into her gaping, drooling mouth, and then the tentacles all began to pulse and push, while her body writhed, her mind saw the peril of the incubus' influence, and ... knew there was no defense against it.  Suddenly she stiffened - though the tentacles did not stop their assault - and then there was a new, muffled, gurgling howl as the Priestess experienced her first, life-changing orgasm.  It was like nothing she had imagined, and even as she recognized her doom within it, the pleasure tore away the scraps of her mind that still cared, still wanted to cling to her independence.  This pleasure was too much, too wonderful, and the incubus... the incubus was wonderful for providing it.<br/><br/>Callea heard the Priestess' defeat, the lusty sound filling her sensitive ears, and the knowledge that she was now alone further demoralized her.  She had been in difficult situations before, but never as hopeless as this - and somehow it was worse that she was so sexually excited, the potion and the men's ministrations leaving her panting, weak, vulnerable.  She cowered slightly from Kabuno, but he held her easily, and easily collared her - the collar was beautiful, she noted, and powerful too as she recognized its magic spreading through her.  She would have denied his words, but instead she moaned as his hand stroked over her gushing sex, and then his finger in her mouth forced her to confront this obvious evidence of her weakness, her body's surrender even if her mind still resisted.<br/><br/>She moaned, the gave a short yelp as she was spun and pushed aggressively against the wall, pinned there as Kabuno entered her.  He had no doubt of his victory... and, in her heart, neither did Callea, but even so she could not simply give in as he demanded.  Yolande depended on her, everyone was depending on her, and after well over a century of walking this world, of fighting off many threats, she was not about to give up.  She twisted, bucked, tried to escape him, but Kabuno was stronger than his lithe form might have suggested.  And he was nearly ready... her efforts did not fight him off, nor did they diminish his pleasure, and with a wail she felt him pulsing inside her, ejecting his seed; she felt the wave of magic course through her, the combination of cum and potion flooding her, bending her strong mind to his.  It was terrible... and ecstatic, as her cry rose, and she clenched around him, surrender complete.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Yolande was quiet enough - and the drunken hobgoblins noticed nothing.  She grinned, confident they would not be a problem.  Just to be sure, she quietly lifted the large bar that sealed the gate and set it aside, so when the first group of prisoners came this way, they would not have to contend with that barrier.<br/><br/>There were a couple of albino monsters on patrol, and she considered killing them now ... but it was too likely they would raise an alarm before she could finish them.  So she waited, letting them pass, before entering the church where she expected to find a mass of women and children crowded everywhere.<br/><br/>It was strangely quiet ... no guards to overcome, but also no villagers that she could see.  But she presumed the women would be in the main hall, of course.  There was no way to prevent the doors creaking, but it seemed there was nobody to hear them, fortunately.  Still leading with her sword, Yolande padded quietly to the main, double doors - she had no desire to go up or down.  Surely the hostages would be in the main hall.  The cellar might conceivably have enough room, but the hall certainly did.  The bell tower, of course, was not a consideration.<br/><br/>Wishing she could have somehow spelled the doors to be quieter - not being a rogue by trade or inclination, she had never learned the trick of using oil - she tightened her grip on Equalizer in one hand, using it and her free hand to swing the doors wide and open a path for the prisoners to escape.