<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/>Aisha darted backwards from her failed spell, trailing smoke from the edges of her cape, but she was not fast enough. The dagger flashed -- her bikini top parted over the valley of her cleavage -- her breasts sprung free, large and round and each of them plump enough to fit exactly in her cupped palm, tipped with small dark nipples that were still hard from the lingering arousal of her spellcraft. The sphere of heatless flame in her hand sputtered and went out, leaving the passage bathed only in the eerie purple light of the rune.<br/><br/>"How dare you lay hands on me!" she snapped as one hand, then the other, was wrenched behind her. Her full breasts were squished against the hard stone wall. "Release me now or -- ugh! -- " She grunted as her head was pressed against the hard stone. "No. No! Stop! You filthy animal! Stop!" She felt cold lips being pressed to her bare neck, just above where her folded-back hood left bare the tender skin of her throat. Then something hot and hard pressed itself into the cleft of her asscheeks, rutting against her in a cheap parody of the sex act.<br/><br/>Aisha screamed into the darkness. She tried to dig her nails into the man's flesh, tried to squirm and slip out of his grasp, and all she ended up doing was masturbating him against her half-clad, nearly-bare body. As the man pushed her away from the wall, the sorceress threw herself forward, with all her might -- and regretted it immediately as her assailant had a firm grip on her hair. She yelped with pain, and fuming in impotent rage, was made to march down the winding, twirling stairs into darkness.<br/><br/>Her breathing was heavy, both from exertion as well as the warm glow of arousal that her two spells had ignited in her body. Her bikini top still hung from its shoulder straps, both halves of the flimsy garment fluttering impotently at her sides. The seat of her skimpy loincloth was still wedged firmly in the cleft of her ass after the cultist's grinding his member against her. From the side, one could see the teardrop-shaped silhouette of her generous tits bounce and jiggle with each precarious step she took down the stairs, nipples erect from the chill and her excitement. Aisha was going to have a nasty backache by the time she got out of her predicament.<br/><br/>She seethed, her tan cheeks and chest flushed with red from rage, extertion and shame. The sorceress was no stranger to admiring looks, jealous stares and even the ravenous eyes of those who thirsted for a touch of her body. However, to be marched half-naked like this into darkness -- bound, struggling, powerless to defend herself -- humiliated her to the core. They could touch her anywhere and everywhere they liked. She was as vulnerable and helpless before them as a naked maid or damsel left alone in the wastes. She might be molested. Abused. Raped. Would they? Did they dare? Aisha had never been in this predicament before, and the thought made her tremble in sudden fear... and a sudden inexplicable, nervous excitement.<br/><br/>As the cultist mentioned his master, she barked a quick, mocking laugh.<br/><br/>"Beg," the sorceress spat in response, fury granting her courage. "<em>Now</em>. Grovel for mercy, and if you do it well, I will make your end mercifully swift when it comes. Because I<em>will </em>free myself --" she twisted her shoulders first this way, then that to try and wrench her wrists free, and succeeding only in swaying her luscious breasts first this way, then that -- "and when I do, you will regret the day I ever set foot in your wretched hole of a temple. Ngh!" she attempted to step on his foot and smash a toe with the heel of her slippers.<br/><br/>Behind her bravado, however, the mention of 'plenty of us' sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She had heard of mad cults lurking amongst the pits and ruins, but had not expected any significant numbers or organization. Just how many were there?<br/><br/>More importantly: what sport would they make of her?