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There's been so many traps you needed to disarm in this dungeon, you were going to miss one eventually.

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You registered the click of the pressure plate too late. The ropes were already moving, and before you could even think of dodging, you were being bound, and suspended, as mechanisms in the wall tied you tighter as you struggled against them. Escape seemed hopeless.

The dungeon had been full of traps. And whilst you had disarmed or avoided most of them, this one corridor, submerged in darkness had caught you off guard. You had disarmed one trap but hadn’t expected a second so soon. And now you were here, held aloft.

A soft laugh seemed to emanate from the walls around you, until a figure emerged from a hidden door ahead of you. The light being cast from behind them kept them in silhouette, but you could see that their form was attractive, to say the least. They laughed once more.

And as they stepped closer, the light from behind them reflected off a pair of horns, rising from their head. “Another adventurer, here to plunder my temple. I’ve watched you with great interest, mortal.” They snapped their fingers, and lights illuminated the corridor.

Their faced matched the beauty of their body, and their eyes were almost magnetic. They reached out, their hand tracing down your chin, your neck. “You’ll be a fun plaything, human.” They said, eyes boring into yours. They were so easy to stare into. So easy to look deeper.

You could feel your thoughts slowing down, your logic scattering to the wind as you kept on looking. Their fingers were tracing marks around your neck, but all you could do was stare into their eyes, like two magnets that pulled your attention, and your focus.

“That’s right. Just stare, and let me cast my spell over you.” They said. A small part of you recognised the danger you were in, and for a moment you averted your eyes, only for their other hand to grab your chin, and wrench your gaze back to theirs.

A finger was pressed to your lips. “Shhh, human.” They said, scattering your thoughts even more. “You don’t need to worry, or struggle, or fight. I’ll make you feel so good.” Their other hand was still moving on your neck, tracing markings that began to tingle as they took hold.

The tingling began to spread through you as they kept on working, still holding your gaze. Trickles of arousal and pleasure, dancing through you, and as they reached your mind, your brain began to shift. Where your thoughts were scattered, now they were reorganising.

But not as they were before. You felt something fasten around your neck as they pulled their hand away, and in that moment, your mind reoriented, with a new sense of arousal. Obedience and desire blossomed within you. Any thought of escape was gone.

As they snapped their fingers again, the ropes binding you went slack, and you sank to your knees on the stone floor of the dungeon. Their hand, still on your chin, kept your gaze fixed on them. “Yes, I’m going to have so much fun playing with you. And once I’m done, you’ll bring others.”