Andalia Zeythrek, the greatest High Elf battlemage this side of the Goldpeak Mountains, was as stunning and destructive as a thunderbolt on the battlefield. As terrifying to her enemies as she was inspiring to her allies, her golden hair and mirror-polished armor demanded attention, and woe be any who didn't take cover at her approach. She channeled soul's natural magic into her voice, and a single word from her could splinter a shield or knit a wound back together. A chanted prayer or melodic song could turn a mob of peasants into brave warriors, or crush an army of demons to dust. Her immense power demanded responsibility to use, and she was the greatest icon of peace and justice the ravaged kingdom had ever seen.

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Was.

Exactly how long it had been since those days wasn't clear to her. They left her hanging nude and upside down, bound so tightly by cold iron she was unable to do anything but squirm, like an insect cocooned in a spider's web. Her eyes were free, but the pitch black dungeon offered nothing for her elven eyes to see, and her acute hearing heard nothing but the pounding of her own heart and he evil thrumming of the machine that tormented her.

The arcane device was hooked up to her nipples and her clit, their gentle vibrations keeping her permanently on edge, but it was never enough for her to cum. The constant, eternal stimulation had driven her to the brink of insanity long ago, but the oblivion of mindlessness would never grace her. She was conscious and aware that the hellish machinery was pumping raw magical energy out of her soul, and she was completely powerless to stop it. She'd been turned into a magic battery, left in an oubliette and forgotten.

Every now and again she'd try to coax the air from her lungs up into her throat, through her vocal cords and formed by her lips into words, but all that'd ever happen was a pathetic snuffling from her nose. The thick, cock-shaped gag completely filled her mouth and throat, blocking her from forming the words of power she needed to incinerate her bonds and the awful machine alike. Silent tears of frustration, sorrow and rage pooled in her eyes, and it finally dawned on her she might never leave this place.

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Hey there everyone! Today I'm really in the mood to explore this theme I thought of where in a fantasy setting, a powerful magic-user gets humbled by being locked in some seriously insane bondage that counters their magic powers, truly jacking up the desperation! This was inspired by a hentai series I saw a while ago that I wish I could remember the name and artist, of, something like "How to Restrain your (magic user type)" that I really loved. Overall, I really love the idea of a powerful character getting completely dominated, and whatever their powers are being completely useless to resist or free themselves, it's so deliciously evil!

For instance, imagine a strong barbarian adventurer getting caught by Minotaurs, her physical strength no match for theirs as they corrupt her into their submissive hucow breeding slave, or for a rogue caught stealing from an ice mage getting turned into a fuckable statue by her body, apart from her head, cunt and ass getting frozen in a block of ice! I'm down for whatever creative scenario for hardcore bondage in a fantasy world we can come up with together.

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