Author's Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this - I was taking a break to recharge my batteries, so to speak. Since it was mentioned by one reviewer, I decided to include a part about some of the other experiments going on in Variona's lab, and that sort of gave me trouble.
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Waking up to find yourself in a stone cell sans clothes and with a suspicious soreness in your loins was almost never a good thing, Gienna Macarler reflected with a sigh, pushing herself slowly into a sitting position. It was also a situation that she had been in more than once in her twenty-three years of life, and so she was adept at not panicking and instead trying to think back on what might have happened to land her in the cell in the first place.
Gienna was a priest, though you certainly wouldn't think that to look at her, and a gorgeous woman in her own right. She had light cocoa-colored skin and raven-dark hair that fell straight to her lower back, and her curvy figure had often been the envy of noblewomen and tavern-maids alike. Her breasts were a rich bounty guaranteed to fill any man's hands to overflowing and were the size of fine ripened melons, and her usual attire - which she wasn't wearing at the moment - of a low-cut, form-fitting robe had showed off her breasts to perfection and just barely covered her dark nipples. She had nicely rounded hips and a firm, toned ass to go along with her long legs, and altogether stood at an average 5"6.
The priestess had little in the way of modesty on a normal day, so she was content to let her tits hang free as she stood up on shaky legs to look around her cell, sparing a moment to be grateful that there didn't seem to be any
other
soreness. The first thing she noticed were the shackles laying unused on the floor to the left of where she stood, and a quick glance around showed that she had been laying unconscious in the middle of the room, which was made of solid stone and contained a pile of bedding near the unused shackles and what appeared to be a gnomish toilet, except more streamlined and hopefully less likely to explode after several uses.
She didn't know why she had been left unrestrained, and her toffee-colored eyes narrowed in thought as she paced slowly from one end of the room to the other, trying to remember what might have happened to land her in this situation. The last thing she clearly remembered was joining a group of thirty adventurers on a raid of the Twilight Highlands, and she had just finished healing a mage who had gotten injured while setting a zealot on fire in the midst of his fellow madmen before everything had gone dark. She didn't think she'd been physically knocked unconscious, as a quick brush of her fingers over her scalp revealed no tender or aching spots beneath her hair, so that left having been rendered unconscious by magical means.
Gienna looked around suspiciously, finding herself highly doubting that she was a captive of the Twilight's Hammer cult - she had heard the stories and even healed a few of those lucky enough to escape the group of madmen, and so she doubted that the cult would leave any prisoner unchained no matter how little a threat they thought she posed. Pursing her lips, she knelt and examined the door closely, vaguely aware that something was missing - besides her clothing, that is - but not sure what. Thanks to her many,
many
romantic encounters with various rogues, she had picked up a thing or two about picking locks, but unfortunately for her the door to the cell didn't seem to have one. An experimental shove proved the door to be as sturdy as they came, and she was forced to step back with a sigh.
As she thought, running through her options and trying to think of ways to escape from her cell, she gradually noticed a faint tingling sensation running over her skin, and she shivered delicately. Unthinkingly, she tried to cast a
Smite
spell on the door in hopes of damaging it or at least testing it, only...nothing happened. Frowning, she tried to cast it again, only for the same results to occur, and again when she attempted to summon a small light around her hand. It felt like she had had a bucket of freezing water dumped over her when she realized what was missing: she could no longer feel her connection to the Light.
The priest took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to remain calm as her thoughts chased each other around in circles, trying desperately to figure out how her powers could have been blocked or otherwise taken from her. She drew a blank, and in an attempt to keep calm, she made the mistake of focusing on the tingling sensation all over her body. At first glance, she noted, the tingling was actually more of a tickle, like she was being rubbed all over with a feather, and the feeling, it seemed, was everywhere, over every inch of her flesh. Even between her legs, she felt and was unable to stop the giggle that welled up inside her from escaping.
Now thoroughly curious about the odd feeling and where it could possibly be coming from, she shivered again, blinking in surprise as she watched her nipples harden into inch-long black peaks. She shuddered again as she cautiously brought one hand up and gently stroked a finger over one of her nipples, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that resulted from the touch. Her breasts had always been sensitive, that was true, but never
that
sensitive, she thought in amazement as moisture began slowly gathering between her legs.
Curious and now a little bit horny, the loss of her connection to the Light slipped from her mind as Gienna raised both hands up to cup her breasts, flicking her fingers over her nipples, pinching and squeezing the nubs and then gasping when the jolts of pleasure seemed to go right to her pussy. Ever since she'd been young Gienna had possessed very little modesty and a great willingness to explore both hers' and other peoples' bodies, so she didn't hesitate to fondle and play with her tits despite the fact that she might have been being watched through some unknown means.