<strong>Aleria</strong><br/><br/>Try as she might, the redhead could not decipher the portal. She could tell that a key was required to activate it, but she saw no object on the devil when he entered and left, and had little clue to what it could be that operated the magical device. Perhaps it was the nature of the devil that allowed him to pass through it, at this point any guess was as good as the other. As for her new roommate, the corpse wasn't much help either. The tortured man carried too many scars and stitches to count, and while her new magic would allow her to drain life essence, there was none left in the body of the murdered slave, and her own powers and resources were far from enabling her to animate the body. She simply knew too little to escape, and would eventually end up like the man if she didn't make her choice, careful negotiation or bribery likely ruled out after her recent rebellion, leaving her with a choice she didn't want to make. Begging for mercy, slavery, and her own doom. Part of her mind knew that she made a mistake back during the mission, when she thought herself a capable enough wizard to summon and command a creature from an alien plane, even after whoring herself for power she failed to defeat her enemy and found herself at the mercy of these monsters, knowing well she could expect little. If only she knew back then that there was no way she could come out from that deal victorious, she might have never summoned Raphael, and now the only options she could see was an agonizing, slow end leading to her eternal slavery to her rapist, or submitting to the control of her malevolent warlock of a father, living the life of whore with arcane powers in a desperate attempt to delay her inevitable fate at the devil's hands.<br/>Ever since she walked into the orcs camp that cruel day despite the warning she received, she only made decisions that have hurt her. Part of her mind wondered if it was really that bad to let someone else make the decisions for her instead? How could it be any worse than what she already did to herself?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Bremorel</strong><br/><br/>The half-elf was forcefully dragged behind the massive animal for gods know how far. After what might have been easily hours, she was brought into what could be best described as a larger camp of nomadic, underground slavers, where she was unshackled and thrown into a cage. Countless bearded, grey faces came leering at her and after the exchange of many words, and some distant laughter drawing ever louder she was dragged out from even there. She could barely stagger or crawl anymore, her bruised body craving rest and treatment that was denied her.<br/><br/>Next she was led into a circle of lights, up a hill or some kind of high ground, probably a contraption or rock formation that the duergar used as an improvised stage. She was bent over a rock and her neck and wrists were placed in stocks once more, her perfectly round buttocks and inviting, pink sex defenseless behind her.<br/>Following another exchange or two a bottle was pushed in front of her face, and she was forced to drink from it. At this point she might have drank anything she just craved water, though the liquid she was given had a strong taste and was alcoholic. The pain did dull somewhat, but her thinking didn't become any clearer. Next she was given something else, this one more pleasant to the taste and ache in her body disappeared completely. She could see past the light of the few torches around her, and there were dozens of the gray dwarves, as well as other chained prisoners locked in cages further away. She could now make out what happened to her, mostly, but was somehow oblivious to the peril she was in. A pleasant, soothing fog was over her mind, comforting her with blissful ignorance, encouraging her not to think to hard. It was like a pleasant drunkness spreading throughout her delicious body and she heard a young woman's mewl coming from her lips when rough fingers groped her buttcheeks and parted her petals. Something nice, warm and slippery was poured onto her asscrack, flowing down to her sex that was in mere moments, almost set ablaze with desire. There was snickering and laughter behind her as the bottleneck was pushed into her tightness and the aphrodisiac was poured directly into her channel!<br/><em>Stupid girl, you're about to be gangraped and enslaved!</em>a distant voice nagged in her mind. But the pleasant, lazy pink haze was much, much better than the dark thoughts. And those fingers, they were so rough, so much more manly than Tavek's when the young man slid his hand into her panties in hidden minutes! Part of Bree, this new part that the potions were awakening in her, liked being manhandled by a strong master, and whatever the hands and the strange liquid were doing to her it was setting her pussy on needy fire like nothing before!