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Najwa Kadelhuth sat down on the dirt floor of her small cell, deep down in the dungeon of the city named Subin.

Like every night, she had drawn a circle filled with glyphs in the dirt and now was sitting facing its center.

She made herself comfortable, at least as much as her heavy chains, she was forced to wear made it possible.

Najwa took a deep breath. Today on night 726 would be the attempt she would succeed with the ritual and teleport herself out of this hell.

She had been the head of the local mages guild almost 2 months until she was held accountable for the sudden deaths of several contenders of the same position.

Aware of her innocence she didn't resist while being arrested by guardsmen, although it would have been easy for her to let their flesh rot off their bones. She valued the life of those unaware and dutiful soldiers too much.

She did not resist as she was stripped naked and sturdy shackles and chains were applied to her.

A wave of shame swept over her, but she had sworn to never turn her powers against the innocent. Those men and women just were following orders and she could see in several of their faces that it was not in their intention to hurt her like this.

It took far more than an hour until she was in her new outfit. The shackles had no locks and were riveted and welded together as the intention was to them never being opened again. This process burned her skin on several occasions.

Being tattooed and pierced on many delicate parts of her body did add to her discomfort.

Her hands and feet now were encased by sturdy steel cuffs which made them unusable.

Still exhausted from the procedure, she was presented with the rest of her gear. A mask of steel and 2 large sized plugs she inspected with visible fear in her eyes.

As the frontside of the mask approached her face, she instinctively clenched her teeth together but was quickly reminded that she was supposed to open her mouth. She had trouble opening her jaw enough that the funnel of the mask's mouth could enter her own mouth, but with a little help of some strong hands, the funnel slid down and painfully holding her jaw open. As soon the front part was in place, the back part was applied and the two parts connected with a click and Najwa found herself very disconnected from the outside world.

As she was picked up and bent over a table, she knew what would come next. She tried to relax her lower musculature but as a cold steel object suddenly touched her private parts, every fiber in her body stiffened again.

She felt so ashamed as over a dozen people she didn't know watched as the two plugs forced their way inside and got secured in place by a chain that was spanned through her crotch.

Unable to stand up or even walk she was carried to her small cell, her new home.

During her first night in the dungeon, she made her first try in escaping by conducting the ritual which, correctly performed, would teleport out of the dungeon.

Now she was on attempt 726.

She got herself in pose and started with the rhythmic movements while speaking out loud the incantations.

… and nothing happened.

As expected, she wasn’t able to form a single understandable word, nor to perform any necessary hand gesture.

She let out a sigh.

In the beginning she was always whipped for the attempt, but now the wardens seemed to be convinced that she was completely unable to cast a spell.

She crawled to her sleeping spot and layed down on her hay bed. Tomorrow was another day to try again. And Tomorrow she would succeed

In the meantime she wondered if the nightwatch would spend some time with her again this night. After being this long in captivity, she lost any sense of shame and the bodily warmth of another person was a nice diversion from the cold stone walls.

As Najwa heard her cell being opened, she instantly spread her legs. An invisible smile appeared behind the emotionless mask. Yes she was really in the mood tonight.

Description

Najwa Kadelhuth sat down on the dirt floor of her small cell, deep down in the dungeon of the city named Subin.

Like every night, she had drawn a circle filled with glyphs in the dirt and now was sitting facing its center.

She made herself comfortable, at least as much as her heavy chains, she was forced to wear made it possible.

Najwa took a deep breath. Today on night 726 would be the attempt she would succeed with the ritual and teleport herself out of this hell.

She had been the head of the local mages guild almost 2 months until she was held accountable for the sudden deaths of several contenders of the same position.

Aware of her innocence she didn't resist while being arrested by guardsmen, although it would have been easy for her to let their flesh rot off their bones. She valued the life of those unaware and dutiful soldiers too much.

She did not resist as she was stripped naked and sturdy shackles and chains were applied to her.

A wave of shame swept over her, but she had sworn to never turn her powers against the innocent. Those men and women just were following orders and she could see in several of their faces that it was not in their intention to hurt her like this.

It took far more than an hour until she was in her new outfit. The shackles had no locks and were riveted and welded together as the intention was to them never being opened again. This process burned her skin on several occasions.

Being tattooed and pierced on many delicate parts of her body did add to her discomfort.

Her hands and feet now were encased by sturdy steel cuffs which made them unusable.

Still exhausted from the procedure, she was presented with the rest of her gear. A mask of steel and 2 large sized plugs she inspected with visible fear in her eyes.

As the frontside of the mask approached her face, she instinctively clenched her teeth together but was quickly reminded that she was supposed to open her mouth. She had trouble opening her jaw enough that the funnel of the mask's mouth could enter her own mouth, but with a little help of some strong hands, the funnel slid down and painfully holding her jaw open. As soon the front part was in place, the back part was applied and the two parts connected with a click and Najwa found herself very disconnected from the outside world.

As she was picked up and bent over a table, she knew what would come next. She tried to relax her lower musculature but as a cold steel object suddenly touched her private parts, every fiber in her body stiffened again.

She felt so ashamed as over a dozen people she didn't know watched as the two plugs forced their way inside and got secured in place by a chain that was spanned through her crotch.

Unable to stand up or even walk she was carried to her small cell, her new home.

During her first night in the dungeon, she made her first try in escaping by conducting the ritual which, correctly performed, would teleport out of the dungeon.

Now she was on attempt 726.

She got herself in pose and started with the rhythmic movements while speaking out loud the incantations.

… and nothing happened.

As expected, she wasn’t able to form a single understandable word, nor to perform any necessary hand gesture.

She let out a sigh.

In the beginning she was always whipped for the attempt, but now the wardens seemed to be convinced that she was completely unable to cast a spell.

She crawled to her sleeping spot and layed down on her hay bed. Tomorrow was another day to try again. And Tomorrow she would succeed

In the meantime she wondered if the nightwatch would spend some time with her again this night. After being this long in captivity, she lost any sense of shame and the bodily warmth of another person was a nice diversion from the cold stone walls.

As Najwa heard her cell being opened, she instantly spread her legs. An invisible smile appeared behind the emotionless mask. Yes she was really in the mood tonight.