Taken Prisoner

by The Light Fantastic

            The girl struggled against the chains. They mentioned the wolves. They mentioned the savage bears. They mentioned the beasts and monsters. They mentioned the goblins at great length.

           They didn�t mention the crazy blue-skinned sorceresses with a penchant for cute human girls.

            Bronwyn had decided on a life of �adventuring� because she frankly wasn�t good enough at anything else. She wasn�t particularly smart. She couldn�t build or smelt or sew. The less said about her taking care of children, the better. All she really had going for her was a great body and physique, but she even had trouble finding work involving her body. Too aggressive for a dancer, too rebellious for a soldier and far too proud for the most obvious profession for women with good bodies. She was athletic and nimble and strong, she knew her way around a dagger and she had a love of large piles of gold coins, so adventuring seemed a perfect choice.

            Right now, as her wrists rubbed against the rough padding of her cuffs and the cold of the dungeon leeched through her clothes, it seemed like the biggest mistake of her life. She�d gotten separated from her group in the middle of a dank, stinking swamp. Hardly the beautiful rolling hills and quiet forests that had been described to her. After an hour of trudging through the reeking morass she�d fallen into a clearing. This wouldn�t necessarily have been a problem had it not been full of goblins. She managed to take out one or two of them, her dagger flashing before they overwhelmed her.

            As they swarmed her, she braced for the feel of club and teeth. Instead, she was pinned down and her arms and legs tied up. A gag was stuffed in her mouth and she was roughly hoisted onto the shoulders of the horrible little monsters. She kicked and struggled and was rewarded with a club to the head. She may have been lithe and athletic, but the human ability to shrug off blunt head wounds is often overstated. The goblin put her out like a light, and the rest began to lug her through the swamp.

            It was some hours later when a splash of cold water on Bronwyn�s face brought her around. She appeared to be in some sort of altar room, dimly lit with flickering torches. She tried to flip over, and saw the outlines of the goblins in the shadows beyond the circular altar. Suddenly, a low, sultry voice drifted across the room. �The Mistress is pleased with your offering, beasts. You have taken her advice to heart and selected a most adequate canvas for her skills. Begone. You will be rewarded later.�

With this, the short silhouettes began to file out of the room. Bronwyn caught glimpse of a female body beneath flowing dark robes and glittering jewellery, with blue skin as deep as midnight, and the voice spoke. �I need time to prepare. Sleep.�

Bronwyn fought it, but a wave of weariness began to wash over her and her eyelids grew heavy. She struggled feebly against her ropes again and fell asleep.

            And that is how she found herself in her current predicament. She�d been moved into a dark, damp dungeon, chained to the wall. The chains were heavy and thick, and no amount of struggling seemed to budge them out of the wall, like heavily rusted ones sometimes could. The goblins had seen fit to take her pouch � including her lockpicks. It wouldn�t have done much good anyway as Bronwyn could barely open the lock on a drinks cabinet. The manacles were built to stop her from sliding her hand out without dislocating her thumb. She slumped down to the ground as the massive iron dungeon door creaked open. A woman walked in, flanked by two guards. It was clearly the same woman who had spoken earlier. The light from the outside corridor illuminated a tall, womanly figure with deep blue skin. Her hair was drawn into a high ponytail, a vibrant white. Her eyes glowed red above navy blue lips. A heavy mantle was about her shoulders, carrying a cloak as black as midnight. A tight leather corset bound her large breasts taught and high and trimmed her waist. Inbetween the corset and a pair of leather panties her succulent blue skin curved towards elbow- and knee-length gloves and high-heeled boots. She strode over to Bronwyn, her boots clicking on the stone floor and her breasts jiggling slightly with each step. She waved her hand and 4 motes of light darted to each corner of the cell, providing a pleasant white light.

            �So, girl, you finally woke up?� Her voice was still sexy, even without the acoustics of the altar room.

�Who are you? Why do you have me locked in here?�

�I ask the questions, human. If it is that important to you I am Lel�then, but you may call me Mistress.�

Bronwyn leapt up with a start. �So that�s what you�ve dragged me into here for? To turn me into some sort of slave?�

The blue woman slapped her face, the sound ringing out through the chamber. Bronwyn went to kick her but the woman blurred, grabbing her foot.

�I�d say I�m disappointed, but I do so love it when they struggle.�

She threw Bronwyn�s foot away, sending her falling to the floor. Bronwyn pulled herself up again, but found herself freezing in place. It was like her brain disconnected from her muscles and she stood rigid, halfway through rising. The woman moved her hand in the air and Bronwyn stood up straight. Her arms curled behind her head and down her back, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting what chest she had out.

�That�s better.� The woman traced a finger down Bronwyn�s cheek, milky soft. She�d always had excellent skin. �You are a gorgeous specimen. Beautiful. You�ll make an excellent canvas.�

Bronwyn was far more worried now. She�d envisioned being kept as a domestic slave, scrubbing floors or cooking meals, but this woman seemed to be talking about her like� a lover�

            The sorceress produced a knife from her belt. She cut away Bronwyn�s thin leather vest, revealing a plain white blouse underneath. She cut her belt, casting it and all her pouches away. As a last resort Bronwyn had smoke bombs in there, but they wouldn�t be much good now. The sorceress placed her hands at Bronwyn�s shoulders and pulled down, tearing her blouse away. Her body underneath was trim and fit, with just a hint of visible ribs, flat stomach and tapered waist. Her skin here was still pale and soft, the sun not having damaged it yet. The sorceress licked her lips, and tore down the girl�s tights, revealing curved, sensual thighs that ended with her leather adventuring boots. She stood back. �Delicious, but we could use a little work. Especially on those breasts.�

Lel�then stood back and unhooked her corset. Her huge blue breasts fell out, moving down on her chest, topped with large navy-blue areolae . Her stomach wasn�t flat, carrying a hint of delicious feminine fat, shaping down to flared womanly hips. Bronwyn suddenly felt amazingly self-conscious, and tried to stop herself from staring at the woman�s half-naked form. She laughed. �It�s alright, human. Gaze upon true female perfection. None can resist the bodies of my race, be they man or woman.�

Lel�then moved forward, embracing Bronwyn in a deep kiss, pressing her full breasts against Bronwyn�s scant chest. She fought it, but felt her pussy moisten as she returned the kiss.

�I�m going to make you into my sex slave, human.� Bronwyn�s eyes bugged a little, but the spell kept her from speaking. Lel�then moved back and drew a phial from her long boot. The white liquid inside glowed with unearthly radiance, casting a pale sheen on the sorceress�s deep blue skin.

�This is succubus ejaculate. Demon cum. Fresh from the source too, might I add.� She licked her lips. �It has amazing effects on mortal bodies.�

Bronwyn watched in horror as she unstoppered the phial and tipped a drop onto each of her nipples.

            The glowing oozing spunk immediately drew into her nipples, like they were sucking it in. Pain stabbed through them, fiery needles piercing her flesh and making her scream. They were somewhat hard from the cold and the stimulation but now they drew to rock hardness and crinkled up. The stabbing pain passed but there was still an aching pressure, like her nipples were trying to pull themselves even harder. She yelped again as the pain stabbed her again, making them throb and to her utter shock, begin to swell. They grew slowly, lengthening a little faster than they thickened, the pressure absolutely immense. Her tiny areolae crept across her breast to match the growth of her nipples, which were beginning to look too large for her chest, reaching the size of the top segment of her pinky finger, deep pink from the process of growth. The pain was masked now by a deep erotic pleasure centred straight on both her growing nipples. Her groan of pain turned into a moan as they swelled further and further. They throbbed again, accompanied by a surge of growth and she gasped as her clit throbbed in kind. When they finally stopped, they were as long as a man�s thumb and twice as thick, still standing rigid from her now comparatively tiny breasts while her pussy dripped with lubrication. Her areolae were saucer-sized, nearly covering the entirety of her breasts.

            Bronwyn looked down at her freakish tits, and finding she could speak again, looked up at Lel�then. �What have you done to me?! I�m� I�m��

�On the road to perfection, girl. I�ve spent years mastering how to work with this, how to tailor its affects on a body exactly. Be thankful, because you�re the first one of my many slaves to experience my new, perfect formula.�

With that, the woman grabbed Bronwyn�s face, pulling her mouth open and pushing the end of the phial into her mouth. She tried to resist but as the thick nectar dripped down her throat she had to swallow or choke. She tried spitting but Lel�then held her mouth tightly shut around the phial. Eventually she gulped it down. It was incredibly bitter and a little spicy. Lel�then laughed as she gasped for air when the phial was removed, and stood back to watch.

            Nothing happened for a moment, and then Bronwyn felt a deep heat begin to kindle in her belly. She groaned and it spread, tiny pinpricks of hot pain washing outwards through her body. She cried out as her body tensed, her muscles tightening and dropping her to her knees. The pain was like her body was trying to pull itself apart. Suddenly, though, it stopped, leaving her sweating, panting and tense. The pain started to build again, this time only in her breasts. Her new massive nipples throbbed and the skin of her breasts (what there was still that wasn�t gigantic areola) tightened. She groaned, and they started to swell, just like her nipples had. The pressure and feeling of tightness was immense as her modest boobs grew. Her having swallowed the cum instead of having had it dropped on seemed to affect how they grew. Instead of the constant swelling of her nipples, the growth took the form of pulses of pain and pressure, making her gasp as her boobs suddenly swelled and stopped, swelled and stopped. Sweat dripped from her face as her boobs bloated another inch with a rush of pain. Lel�then laughed as another surge of growth pulled Bronwyn forward, her tits hanging forward. The mounds were as large as oranges now, still topped with her new freakish nipples. Another swell brought with it a new prickling sensation from her ass, and she span around and looked in shock as her small, flat behind swelled a little.

            Lel�then knelt down beside Bronwyn as her tits throbbed and grew and her ass filled out. Again, just as with her nipples, the pain of growth was fading and being replaced with a new sensitivity and warm pleasure. The sorceress�s hands went to her gigantic nipples and wrapped around them, squeezing and tugging them and making her pussy twitch. One moved to cupping her swelling tit, making the growth even more obvious as they filled her hands, and the other stroked across her new curvaceous behind. �Don�t you feel good, human? You�re becoming my sex slave, girl. My perfect pleasure doll. Your breasts will grow even more as your figure fills out with a proper woman�s curves.�

As the woman said this, Bronwyn felt her stomach and legs tingle. �Your very body will crave the release of orgasm. But that is not it, dear, no. You will be transformed to give it as well.�

Bronwyn�s formerly flat stomach had filled out slightly, giving it a soft and inviting look, and leaving hot sexual tingles as the woman�s hands brushed over it. Her legs followed suit, curving and softening, the few scars she�d received from training disappearing into pale, milky skin. Her stomach and legs stopped as quickly as they�d started, and soon after her behind had finished. Her small but soft waist now flared down into wide womanly hips with the most soft and strokable of ass cheeks that sent explosions of pleasure to her pussy at the slightest touch. Her breasts continued to grow, more than three times their original size now and unbearably sensitive, now settling into a slow, continuous swelling. Bent over as Bronwyn was, they were a scant few inches from touching the ground now, her nipples already resting against the cold concrete, making them throb.

            Bronwyn continued to moan and writhe at the exquisite feel of her swelling breasts. Suddenly needles of pain shot through her tongue and throat. An awful slithering motion started at the top of her throat and she gagged through her moan. She went to close her mouth and swallow but found it difficult, like something was stuffed in her mouth. As she opened it again she felt her tongue sliding past her lips. She felt it slither along her throat and palate and gagged again. Her tongue kept lengthening, and as it did she found she could control it, curling it and moving it from side to side with prehensile dexterity. It grew to nearly a foot long, hanging from her mouth and dripping spit, when she felt it slide back down inside her. Instead of the gagging, this time it stimulated her throat and made her groan. Her breasts had added another inch in girth, feeling hot and full and pushing her nipples further against the stone floor. She was on fire. Her pussy was dripping juices down her legs and her stuff clit throbbed.

            The sorceress pulled Bronwyn up, pressing her breasts against those of the moaning girl and pulling her into a deep embrace. One of Lel�then�s hands made its way down to her newly curvaceous buttocks and squeezed one of the cheeks as the other caressed the side of her breast. Her hands set off tingles of arousal wherever they touched. She felt her head being pushed down into the cleft of the woman�s blue breasts. �That tongue. Use it. Now.�

Though she tried to fight it, her body was being flooded by absolutely perverse lust. Her stiff nipples tightened and crinkled even as they still swelled, and her stiff clit was begging to be rubbed and sucked. Maybe, just maybe if she was good then Lel�then would bring her off�

            Her tongue slithered out of her mouth and curled down the inviting deep blue skin. She wrapped it underneath, her dexterity with it growing as quickly as her bust, and hefted the heavy mound. The tip moved up and started to press against and lift from the woman�s areola. She slid it out from underneath and retracted it a little, then began to slowly drag its length up along the large stiff midnight blue nipples. She was rewarded with a chorus of �oohs� and �aahs� and other satisfied sexual groans, and moved in to take the thick bud into her mouth and start to suck. As she sucked she squeezed her thighs together to try and ease her need and gasped into the soft flesh in her mouth.

            Her clit was burning like the rest of her body had, the stabbing pains having moved on from her ass. She stopped sucking briefly to moan and felt her head being pushed forward again. Her throbbing, growing clit was battling for her attention as waves of arousal even greater than what she�d felt from the rest of her body swelling crashed through her. Any effort she made to suck simply stimulated her new tongue. She tried to extend her tongue out and found that she couldn�t even control it, leaving it hanging out of her mouth, dripping as she moaned. It drooped against her heaving breasts, sensitive flesh rubbing against even more sensitive flesh.

            Lel�then stood up and moved backwards. Her look was curious, but unconcerned, even as the freakishly transformed girl thrashed in ecstasy in front of her. �Hmm. I hadn�t anticipated the arousal at this point of the growth.�

She tentatively grabbed a gigantic nipple and tugged, making Bronwyn arch her back and scream. She sighed and slid her hand down the girl�s newly curvaceous body and grabbed her clit, now easily 2 inches long and throbbing visibly. She began to rub it, pressing her palm against it, while she tugged on her other nipple. Immediately the poor girl�s body shook as she screamed, then tightened into a mind-crushing orgasm. Pleasure flooded her brain completely and her pussy muscles spasmed against nothing. The sorceress coldly regarded the twitching heap of womanly flesh.

She retrieved her corset and pulled it around her body, again compressing her breasts into delicious blue cleavage. A snap of her fingers tightened it, and summoned a guard. While the guards filed into the room she furtively stroked herself through her outfit. The attention she�d received had left her swollen and needy, far more than her composure let on. Her nipples were taut against her leather corset and the feeling of her own clit made her fight the urge to moan. She regarded the goblin with a sneer.

�Take her to the slave quarters. I�ll call for her later on, when she�s lucid.� Her eyes closed for a moment and she forced herself to breathe deeply. �And send up Farnalla to my room. I need satisfaction.�

            A swish of the cloak, and she imperiously stalked out of the room. She was annoyed that her new slave wasn�t perfect yet, but all she needed was time. She could wait. Her other slaves could provide, for now�