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You, like most adventurers and people in general really, are not above having a certain amount of pride.

Despite your slightly rough childhood brought on by the differences in your eyes, you had come out well. Your need to defend yourself had developed within you an attitude for solving problems, and so it was only natural you'd take up adventuring like your father. Head strong and forward looking you had applied yourself well, your unique two sword style standing out amongst your peers. Within a few years you had developed an excellent reputation, and while you weren't in the very top ranks of adventuring guild yet you were definitely in the top 10 percent! Enough that you were often recognized on the road, and often time asked for by name for jobs. Almost always these interactions were positive, filling you with no small amount of satisfaction that most people didn't care about your exotic eyes after they had heard of your various accomplishments!

Naturally, such frequent success had led to a bit of... overconfidence.

Granted mind you, you couldn't have realistically known the extent of the problem you were taking on when you took the request to root out and drive off a cult that had taken residence upon Arclesia mountain, the tallest mountain the Arclesian range for which it was named. It was a rugged land, sparsely populated with a few villages and one larger town. Very beautiful though so you've heard. Eager to see it you left right away. It was only when you arrived that the extent of the problem became known to you, and it was deep indeed. Not just a shadow cult operating out of a building or two with maybe a dozen members, but a full on movement infesting the entire area, the cult operating brazenly out in the open and with hundreds, maybe even thousands of members! You were attacked three times on your way to the areas central town of Gleamwood, slaying a half dozen attackers each time. On their fourth attempts however you were finally overwhelmed. You were dog piled and disarmed, then promptly knocked out.

And so we arrive at the beginning of one of your more... unfortunate adventures.

You awake with a gasp, a sudden shuddering breath making your chest quake slightly as your eyes snap open and immediately begin to analyze your surroundings. You appear to be in a rather standard looking dungeon cell. Stone brick walls with a few manacled chains hanging on them. A single iron barred gate, a couple torches ensconced on the walls. More pressing however was your own situation, as currently you were strapped to a interrogation table that was tilted downward to point were practically standing, where only the thick leather traps securing your arms above your head and your ankles below you keep you from sliding off... you were also completely naked, so that wasn't great.

"Ahh, the hopeful saviour of Arclesia is finally awake. I do hope your not too uncomfortable, hehe.", A voice says, before a masked man emerges from a darkened corner, possibly through some kind of magic. The mask shows some kind of eldritch creatures that reminds you of a mindflayer or some other tentacled horror. "We were starting to wonder if anyone would ever take the request. It's been a few months since we put in for one. I was almost thinking it might've gotten lost in the paperwork as it were."

It all came back to her.

Kayin wasn't sure if they had planned it out, or if this cult had gotten smart after she tore through the three groups she'd gone through before. But having more than two dozen folks appearing practically out of nowhere and swarming her... Even with her skill, it would have required lady luck to be fully on her side to escape that swarm. So many of them all at once... and the fact that as they piled atop her to pin her down more than one had added insult to injury and groped at her had made it even harder to escape before she was knocked out by something covering her mouth.

At least they hadn't killed her. Though she very much could have done without being stripped entirely naked and strapped to some sort of table. Especially with the air of this dungeon feeling a might chilly, causing her exposed nipples and clit to both harden up a bit as she took in some heaving breaths before slowing and trying to think. Of course, she didn't have long to think before one of her captors revealed themselves.

Her eyes shifted to red as she snarled and tried to tug at the straps keeping her pinned to the table. "Not as uncomfortable as you'll be when I get out of these!" Kayin growled... only to stop, eyes shifting back to their normal blue as she registered the cultists words.

"Wait... what?" Was he seriously suggesting that the job request for dealing with them had been put out by them? That... Why? Why would they do that? Was it just to capture folks? Some other purpose? It threw her thinking for a loop, enough that for a moment, she forgot she was strapped to a table naked. Then she felt the bindings, and tugged on them again.

"I don't know what you're planning, but I assure you, once I get out of here, I'll make you regret this."

"Mmm... perhaps you will. This is a pretty big risk we're taking after all, but that's enough about that.", the masked cultist says.

He takes a few step toward you, and you can feel his eyes roam up and down your admittedly attractive and fit form. He chuckles as you test the restraints, but unfortunately for you, you weren't going anywhere. He's confident enough in fact that he gets right up close to you, soon reaching out with a hand and then walking his fingers up your body. He starts just above the knee, using his index and middle finger to walk his hand upward. You can't help but grit your teeth at the contact, the cultist taking his time as he goes up your thigh, then cuts across your hips, his fingers walking just above your slit but not touching it. He goes across your toned midsection, then enters the valley of your breasts, then finally goes for an official grope by walking his fingers up your left breast. "Oh yes. You'll do excellent indeed.", he says mysteriously, before suddenly flicking your stiff nipple.

He pulls back and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a strange medallion. It was green in color, the middle looking like emerald that was interspersed with a complicated fractal pattern that made torch light bounce around and sparkle about the room. Inlaid into the medallion was what appeared to be a dragons eye, made out of onyx or perhaps obsidian. It was... spooky looking to be sure, but also kind of beautiful. "Let us begin.", the cultist then says, letting the medallion drop from a chain. He says... something else then. Some kind of word in a language you do not recognize, but by the time goes taut you find yourself... literally unable to look away from the thing. "Are you ready miss Dreemurr?",

Kayin frowns, not understanding what he means at that. Then she growls and bares her teeth, eyes switching back to red as he starts walking his fingers up her body. She tries to pull back, but there is no room to do so and she is forced to just lay there, powerless to smack his hand aside. Despite herself, she lets out a gasp when he finally gropes her, and growls again as her cheeks flush.

She tries to brace herself for whatever depraved thing he might do next. She is caught off guard though when he pulls out a medallion, confusion and curiosity and wariness all mixing at once. Especially as the light began to catch on it and draw her eyes towards it even more. There is something hauntingly beautiful about it that is making her guard drop.

When he speaks next, Kayin wants to ask, begin what, but then he says something and the medallion drops and... Her body becomes limp, relaxed. And her eyes are glued entirely to the medallion. When he ask, she doesn't give it much thought as she says

"Huh? Oh uh, sure. I'm ready. I think?" She didn't look away, her sapphire eyes locked onto the strange, beautiful medallion.

The masked chuckles a little, clearly pleased with how pliable you were to suggestion. "Excellent. Then let's begin.", he says, then start to gently swing the eyed amulet back and forth.

"Let us begin with the most basic miss Kayin. When you are shown this symbol, you are to become pliant and obedient. It is known as the Emerald Eye and it sees all in this mountain valley. Do you understand?"

"The second is that here you must give in to your innate desires. Should you be groped in the future, this act will make you incredibly lustful, but your mind will remain it's own. The more firm the grab, the more intense the sensation will be. Do you understand?"

"The third is that you will take incredible and intimate satisfaction in fulfilling the quest requests of others, be the request overtly sexual or mundane it matters not. Fulfilling your role of noble adventurers should have it's rewards should it? Why not give a farmer you just rescued from the kobolds a happy ending as an extra special service they'll always remember, just as an example. Do you understand?"

Whether or not you did immediately give in to these suggestions, you would be forced to hear them again and again for the next hour or so, though it doesn't feel that long in your mind. When he finally stops he slips his dragon eyed medallion into his pocket, and for a brief moment you feel a little dizzy. "So how are you feeling miss Dreemurr? Do you mind if I do a quick test?", the cultist says in an annoyingly chipper tone, before suddenly groping your left breast and giving it a firm squeeze before you can even reply.

Kayin's eyes follow the medallion as it swings this way and that. Back and forth. Left and right. Each set it does, she feels like she's slipping deeper into relaxation, and her mind becomes... blanker. The first two or three times he says things, they don't initially get registered. But on the fourth time, she starts to nod her head. Yes, she understood, when she saw the Emerald Eye, she was to become pliant and obedient. Yes, she was to give into her innate desires. The thought of being groped making her a tad horny already, though to be honest, her folds were already starting to dampen and drool her feminine nectar.

And yes, Kayin nodded her head, fulfilling the quests given to her would make her feel so good~ And in turn, she should make those she served feel just as good~ It was only right, wasn't it?

Her neck did start to hurt a bit after so much nodding, and following the medallion as it swung. When he put it away, she blinked a few times, feeling a tad lost and confused. Her head wasn't all there. "Uhh... fuzzy, dizzy?" She answered honestly, followed by, "Horny?" She wasn't sure why he was asking, was she supposed to be feeling like this? She just gave a simple nod, and as he moved to grope her...

She responded with a throaty, lustful moan, pushing her chest out and closing her eyes as her head tilted back. She bit her lip, wriggling about and against the restraints, though not so much to get out of them now.

The masked cultist makes a happy hum you respond so favorably to his simple grope, moaning and arching your back, pressing your chest deeper into his hand and inadvertently feeding your own conditioning. The feeling was far more pleasurable then a simple squeeze of your tit should've been, but in the immediate aftermath of your first session with the Emerald Eye it was hard to make that connection. All you knew at this exact moment was that it felt nice, and feeling nice was good! "Well! You take to suggestion remarkably well miss Dreemurr. Perhaps this will be easier then I thought! You fill me with hope, certainly.", he says, pulling his hand back a moment later.

"Alas. As much as I wish I could stay I have affairs to attend too, and besides, taking break sessions is good to allow the mind to... adapt. Rest assured though, we shall be doing this again in the near future.", He says, before snapping his fingers. The act summons three more cultists, all male as you quickly identify. They only wear black cloaks, all of them open to show their proud hard male equipment. Upon each of their faces was a half mask, similar in style to the... cultist leader maybe? But not nearly ornate, and only covering their eyes as opposed to the whole face. "I am not a total tease however. These find men will keep you company for a bit to help you vent your frustrations from our work here. Do enjoy!", he says, before seemingly walking a corner of the room and simply... vanishing.

Once he's gone the three man quickly advance upon you, and waste little time. Defenseless as you are, you cannot stop them as then crowd around, one going on either side of you while one kneels. Then with little fanfare they all lean in at once. The one kneeling in front of you goes right for your pussy, tongue coming out before giving your slit and long languishing lick from bottom to top, his tongue flicking your clit. The other two meanwhile capture your stiff pink nipples with their mouths and begin to suck, not aggressively, but firmly, their hands soon roaming over your sides in a surprisingly sensual manner rather then the rough groping you might've expected. Trapped as you are though there is little you can do but endure, but as pleasure starts to light your nerves and make your body start to sing... was it really so bad? Despite it though the seed of doubt reminds strong in your head. Why was your memory so... fuzzy?

As he pulls his hand back, she can't help but whine a bit. Why was he pulling it back? It felt nice when he groped her, and it made her want to indulge in such things more. She watches though as he leaves, with three other men soon replacing him. Her eyes are drawn to their hard cocks, and she blushes and wriggles, finding herself more aroused and... Excited then frustrated? What did he mean by that? Then again... Hadn't she tried to fight them? It was hard to remember at the moment with how fuzzy her head felt. She watches them mostly with curious anticipation than wariness, though the cultist's words had brought some. Said wariness fades as they get to work on her. She lets out a cute, pleasured gasp when her pussy and clit is tended to, moaning and writhing... then she's arching her back again as her nipples are wrapped in their warm mouths and suckled upon.

"A~Aaaah~!" She cries out, thrusting her chest out yet again. She writhes about as they tease her lewd bits and run their hands over her form, and she finds herself thinking less about her memory and how good this was feeling. "P~please, a~aah, d~don't stop~!" She soon remarks, eyes glazing over in rising desire as she pants and watches them, still wriggling against her bindings.