She had no idea how long she’d been kneeling there. Her ability to tell time was even worse than usual right now. It didn’t trouble her. Nothing troubled her.

A lingering fragment of her mind was amused by the rapidly-fading memories of how carefully she’d entered the fortress - treading so lightly, tracking every sound and every scent, one hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword at all times. Just because she had an advantage over the others, that didn’t mean she could afford to be reckless.

As it turned out, she had never had any advantage. Now, she was just as lost as the others. At least, she assumed they’d met this same fate. None of them had ever been heard from again, and she felt sure she wouldn’t be, either. Again, that didn’t upset her. Her mind was too deeply engulfed in a blissful fog, and her body was too hot and sensitive.

She had fought valiantly against the voices as soon as she’d heard them, but no matter how hard she tried to block them out, they insinuated themselves into her ears, into her mind, clearer and more potent by the second without even getting any louder. Relax. Submit. Obey. Forget. Blank. Empty. Aroused. Slave. She whimpered and squirmed and clutched at her clothes, her sword forgotten, helpless to defend herself against the onslaught as it ensnared her mind. The whispering, and the mental fog and erotic flares that accompanied it, was too much for her in the end.

Surrendering at last, she sank to her knees, vaguely surprised when they met soft carpet instead of cold stone as she’d expected. Her mission to rescue her missing brother and sister warriors forgotten, she grinned dopily and gave in to the whispers, letting them empty her mind of thoughts and fill her body with lust. At some point she’d shrugged off her leather jacket and rolled up her shirt, and was now pawing at her boobs with one hand, while the other slid between her legs.

A new voice joined the others - or was it new? It was louder, clearer, and deeper, but she could just about tell that it was in fact the same voice. “My poor, brave, silly girl,” the voice purred, as she felt a hand take her by the chin and tilt her head back. She smiled, open-mouthed and panting with arousal, realising her captor was admiring her. “I can see why the elders thought you’d have better luck than your cohorts. But I have other tools in my arsenal aside from my entrancing stare. Being blind is no defence - not when you have other senses I can use against you.”

She let out a gasp as she felt her hair being seized and held tight. “Crawl, my lovely.” Dropping onto all fours, she let the sorcerer pull her by the hair, guiding her through the fortress. “You came to find your friends, and so I shall take you to them. I assure you, they’re having a wonderful time here as my loyal servants, attending to my every need and desire. I feel certain that you’ll make a valuable addition...”

Her scalp throbbed. Her dangling breasts tingled. Her clit pulsated. She couldn’t wait to begin her new life.