There once was a pretty little slave, owned by a less than savory wizard.  Owned since not long after birth, the young halfling knew nothing but the life of a slave it would seem, save for her trips out into the modern society as permitted by the greyed man, now white-bearded with age.  She was to obey him, and put her natural cuteness, charm, and sneakiness to use acquiring rare goods for dark rituals for him, of which she was quite good.  But then the wizard got a familiar, a small dragon, who took something of a cruel liking to her, and would mount her when bored, or upset, or just plain horny, to which the wizard did nothing to stop the familiar, and to which it seemed the halfling was expected to 'comply'...<br/><br/>That is, until the familiar got into a bottle of potent sleep potion, and was out like a light.  The halfling, angry with halving been mounted so often for so long by such a cruel creature, took a knife she'd crafted of her own design and severed the creature's wings, rendering it flightless, and was about to slay the foul beast when the wizard showed up and halted her in her tracks.  Rather than slay the halfling slave, the elder wizard had her arrested and thrown into the dampest, darkest cell in the city's prison, where she would never be heard from again...<br/><br/>...which is why the halfling found herself being chucked bodily into a cell, landing<em>hard</em>on her belly, her big breasts catching the brunt of it as her entirely naked body fell in with her.  The guards simply laughed as they locked the metal cell and left, catcalls and whistles from nearby cells at the sight of the rare female flesh down here so close but so far away from them, the whole place barely lit with a single torch a distance away, but her eyes were keen enough to spot various figures, and she could<em>certainly</em>hear everything going on.  A glance at the cell showed two heaps of straw and what appeared to be a hole in the ground, too small for even the halfling to fit through, and it's use - by the smell - was obvious.<br/><br/>"Well, you must have pissed someone off..." came a voice from above, and glancing up she could see a vague humanoid figure hanging from the ceiling, shirtless but with pants and a shirt not far from the halfing, female by the lovely breast outlines in the dark and long hair dangling down "They normally at least give someone clothing to wear..."