“I know we are still processing what happened with the dire wolves but we are gonna be there soon, we need a plan,” Liana sighed as we rode along. The last two days had weighed heavily on me, I kept replaying everything that had happened over and over but there was no good solution. It was certainly grounding, reminding me of the stakes of all this. As fun as running around having sex and playing the hero was, the world was also harsh and cruel. This wasn’t a game, actions had consequences.

 

“Yea, ok,” I replied, taking a deep breath to clear my mind. “I have two ideas. I could let myself be captured and try to [Charm] as many slavers as I can or I can reveal my true form and just fly in. They will probably be terrified and I can probably get them to huddle together defensively for you to take the shot.

 

“Shit… I wish we had someone who could fight head-on. You can’t just fly in Soph, it would take one arrow to kill you. And we already talked about the first plan…”

 

“After all this, we have to do something,” I replied. “I don't like flying in either since it would expose what I am. So unless you have a better idea then I’m going in.”

 

“Babe–”

 

“No, Liana. I can do this, the slaver cart was a trial run. Let me do the one thing I'm good at,” I smiled.

 

“Soph… that's not all you're good at,” Liana said, taking my hand and pulling it into her lap. “You're smart, your kind, you can be ruthless if need be. You saved my life without once without fucking anyone. Sex isn't your only talent but it's definitely one of them.”

 

I chuckled at that. Liana’s pep talk was helping. I wrapped my arms tightly around Liana, “Thank you, Liana. I can do it, please have my back on this.”

 

She nods, ”ok then… I will scale the wall and wait for… some kind of signal.”

 

“Let me [Charm] a lot of them first, see what I can do with that. If you get a clear shot of whoever the leader is, take it. We need every advantage we can get.

 

“Alright,” Liana sighed as the slave camp came into focus in the distance. “Let’s do this.”

 

 

 

Getting into the slave camp was laughably easy. I walked up to the two slavers outside the gate, charmed them both and told them I was a slave they had captured trying to escape and should be treated accordingly.

 

From there they dragged me inside, somewhat to the confusion of the other slavers nearby. I was taken to a tent for some scraggly old guy to inspect me. I didn't miss the way his eyes raked over me when he discovered I wore nothing but a cloak.

 

“Group C Jenkins?” one of the charmed slavers asked the old man.

 

“No, no. I'm sure there's a better use for her than the mines. Take her to Sir Wilkinson’s tent.”

 

My heart skipped a beat. Wilkinson?! Like Father Wilkinson? But he was in Solime and as vile as the order of Musiado seemed, this seemed like an impossible low for a priest.

 

“Ay ay,” the other charmed slaver sighed and after chaining my legs together so I couldn't run they led me to a more lavish tent. On the way, I occasionally peeked at the walls hoping to see a glimpse of Liana but of course, she was far too stealthy for me to find her.

 

Now, this was the hard part, I had to assume at least some people would have skills making them more resistant to my [Charm]. I also had to assume that some people would have ways to detect if I charmed someone. 

 

Getting everyone to fuck me would be a good distraction and allow me to [Charm] the resistant slavers. However, I wasn’t entirely sure how to get all the slavers to fuck me while making it seem like I didn’t want that to happen. 

 

“Sir Wilkinson?” one of the charmed slavers called as we arrived at the tent.

 

“Come in,” a gruff voice replied.

 

Leading me in I came face to face with an older, gruff elvish man wearing a chest plate bearing the insignia of the order of Musiado. This was father Wilkinson’s father, a very confusing series of words. Sir Wilkinson was sitting at a desk covered in papers, even knights couldn’t escape paperwork.

 

“This one was caught trying to escape.”

 

“A human? You don’t seem familiar,” he said as he approached.

 

“Fuck you,” I growled earning me a slap across the face hard enough that I could taste blood.

 

“Do not speak to me girl, you may be human but you are no better than the rest of the animals we keep here,” he growled and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear.

 

“Usual punishment?” one of the charmed guards asked.

 

“Hmmm. No, perhaps a use for this whore can be found. Moral has been low,” he snarked, grabbing my hair and pulling my face to his. “Maybe a few days in the pillory will break her. Tell the men they are free to… enjoy her,” he chuckled before turning back to his desk.

 

As ill as I felt that had been surprisingly easy. It seemed like he had turned to something sexual rather than more violent but [Monster Layer] only affected monsters. Not sapient creatures… right? Then again I’d consider Sir Wilkinson a monster even if that wasn't the category he fit in so maybe that was enough. It was also possible he was just a sick fucking bastard. At least he had made my job easy.

 

I let the slavers escort me. The downside to [Charm] is it wasn’t total control, just a strong urge to please me and take my requests favourably. I doubted I could make them do anything they were vehemently opposed to, like releasing everyone.

 

I was paraded to a platform near the open pit mine in the center of camp. At least two dozen people all chained together were digging at the shock and casting me glances. Most were demons but I also saw orcs, goblins and several animal and dragon folk. All the “monstrous” races were here, I didn't see any other humans besides the slavers.

 

The two slavers dragged me up onto the platform which had several pillories on it. One was occupied by a large dragon folk who didn't look up. “In ya go,” the slaver ordered me and I complied, putting my hands and head into the restraints. They then closed and locked it and I was starting to regret doing this.

 

I was already uncomfortable, the pillory was too small which made me have to bend over at an awkward angle. Then, of course, the wood was not comfortable for having my wrist and neck press against it. Once again I was the only one naked, even the dragon folk beside me had rags on as did most of the slaves. But my purpose here was clear, to boost morale and make an example of someone.

 

I felt very exposed with my pussy on display like this but with the right mindset I might even enjoy this, or at the very least not let it destroy me. One of the charmed guards wasted no time pushing into me and I inhaled sharply. The dragon folk glanced over at me before the guard behind me and a lot of disgust washed over them. I gave them a small smile and a wink, I needed to keep my cool.

 

The slaver didn't last long and didn’t get me remotely close to orgasm. It was very hard to get in the right headspace when essentially being raped. “Why don't you go get your friends?” I suggested to him with my best smile and he scurried off with a smile on his face. One that I would see bloodied and ruined by the end of this.

 

“I’m Sophia,” I introduced myself to the dragon folk.

 

“Uh… Eccil,” she eventually replied. Eccil was way taller than me and completely covered in blue scales. She had no wings but she did have a long tail. Her hands were tipped in claws and her feet were long. She looked like a human-shaped dragon. She was pretty impressive.

 

Her desires were unsurprising, to get the hell out of here, to gain her freedom back. I could tell she had a daughter and a husband to protect that were also in the camp. The more I learned the more horrific the camp unsurprisingly seemed. I hadn't expected to encounter horny magic Nazis but here I was.

 

I let my mind drift as time went by. Any time a slaver got close I hit them with [Arousing Touch] and [Charm]. Their newfound desire to please me made them significantly more generous when fucking me as I continued to [Charm] more and more and tell them to fetch others I even started to enjoy it. Even in the pillory, I was still in control.

 

Eccil was watching me closely with a look of wariness. I was doing my best to hide any reactions but it was really hard to keep a straight face when constantly getting fucked to orgasm. As horrible as the situation was, I was enjoying this in a way no one should. Eccil saw something in me and was torn between sympathy and fear. The charmed slavers didn't seem to notice anything weird and soon I had almost a dozen slavers just hanging out around us and taking turns fucking me.

 

“Come on boys, stick your dick in crazy,” I urged through a chuckle and Eccil quickly looked away. Cum was leaking down my legs but there wasn't a sore bone in my body. Once again thank Lilith for my immunity to disease and getting pregnant or this would have been much more horrifying. “Fuck!” I groaned, unable to hold my tongue as the next guy entered me and I hit him with [Charm] and [Arousing Touch].

 

I didn't overwhelm them with my skills, I just gave them enough pleasure so they kept coming back for more and shirking their duties. Even the slaves in the mine had started watching what was going on with confusion and disgust. I was putting on a fucking show. The evening was quickly approaching now and I had almost two dozen guards twisted around my pussy.

 

“What the fuck is going on,” a voice groaned and everyone turned to see Sir Wilkinson. The slavers murmured in response while I ignored it, continuing to milk the dick inside me. “There is work to be done, why are you all sitting around here!?”

 

“Uhhh,” I moaned as I came again right in front of everyone. I was fairly sure this experience had permanently broken my brain because logically no one should enjoy this. But I was a succubus, this was my domain. Every time they fucked me they were only digging the pit they were in deeper and deeper while strengthening me.

 

“Sir,” Jenkins, the creepy old guy who had inspected me, piped up. His eyes flashed a bright blue before returning to normal a second later. “She's done something to them.”

 

That snapped me out of my orgasmic bliss. That was bad, that was really bad. “You bitch,” Sir Wilkinson growled, walking up to me with a look of fury on his face. I could feel the slop reverberate through my skull as he hit me.

 

“Oopsie Daisy,” I laughed, unwilling to show the fear or pain I was feeling.

 

She glared at me before pulling the key out and unlocking the stocks. “You will be made an example of, Slave.”

 

As soon as I was unlocked I took the opportunity. Everyone was on the platform. Sir Wilkinson, Jenkins and the rest of the slavers. The two charmed slavers that moved to restrain me didn't put up much of a fight as I slipped by them and hopped off the platform. I could hear them chasing after me but I ran as fast as I could. I didn't know how big the explosion would be but I couldn't let it hit Eccil or any of the other innocents. 

 

I rank a few meters before spinning around to face the mob. Sir Wilkinson looked pissed while the charmed slavers seemed to be simply trotting along not sure what to do. “What exactly is your plan here?” he growled. “We are in a fortified prison camp and I have two dozen men. Lift whatever skill you've cast on them.”

 

“Oi, she didn't do anything to us,” one of the charmed slavers pipes up coming to my defence in my amusement.

 

“What has she done, Jenkins?” Sir Wilkinson asks.

 

“I’m not sure, I don't recognize whatever she did,” he pants trying to catch his breath. He was far too old to be running even a small distance. 

 

“Well, there aren't many of my kind left,” I smirked before dismissing [Human Form].