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Ciri's Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 124150 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.I do not own The Witcher, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Better late than never?

As always, forgive any mistakes, I edit my own stories and boy do I hate editing my own stories. I am sure there are lots of mistakes I missed.
(on that note I know there's been a few people who have offered to edit for me, I appreciate it, but it’s also been so long I can’t remember who they were lol.)
Hope you enjoy.

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Drowned 5

Bloodmoss, blowball, mandrake root, wolfsbane, bitterbark. Most of the ingredients had been easy to find in the surrounding forest, the rest Ciri had bought from the small but well-stocked apothecary in a nearby town with the coin she had taken from the bandits.

The bandits were no longer a problem. She had killed their leader and half of them before the other half even knew what was happening. The rest followed suit with little issue. Their deaths were quick and easy and maybe better than they deserved, but she had more pressing matters at hand.

Ciri put the bitterbark to the side, gathered the rest and dumped them into the boiling pot of alcohol and waited. She sat cross-legged, watching the thick purple liquid bubble and turn in the small cast iron pot.

For the first time in months her mind was clear. She could remember it all. Every man, every woman, every monster. She shifted slightly, there had been lingering effects, as much as it disgusted her she still warmed at the thought of those memories. Memories of being held down and taken, of being used. The effect of the succubus was a potent thing and she knew it would take time to fully recover. But her mind was clear and for now, and that was good enough.

The mixture in front of her began to smoke, the once smooth liquid quickly turning viscous and oily. She pulled the pot from the fire and added more alcohol to it to help it cool.

Ciri picked up the bitterbark, hesitantly bringing the dark brown flaky wood chips to her face. She couldn’t help but wince and pull back at the mere smell of it. It lived up to its name, so bitter it made her nostrils burn. So potent she could taste the smell of it.

Tossing it to the ground she drained the pot into a copper cup, took a breath then downed the liquid she had just brewed. She held back a gag, then coughed, her vision spun for a moment. It was tasteless but it burnt going down like too pure booze. It was thick and muddy and coated her tongue and teeth and throat but she swallowed anyway, forcing down another gulp full until there was nothing left.

Her stomach rolled, and she heaved slightly but kept the vile feeling concoction down. Satisfied she grabbed the bitterbark and shoved it into her mouth.

It was dry and brittle and fell apart on her tongue but it tasted of nothing, smelt of nothing. The old witcher's decoction hadn’t killed her, better yet it had worked. She could not smell, or taste anything. And in theory it should nullify the effects of the succubus' toxin.

The only thing left to do would be to test it.

---

The inn was small, but bustling, matching the tiny village it belonged too. The only populated area between Karlik's estate and the camp where she had left a dozen dead bandits for the centipedes to feast on.

Ciri could hear the music from inside, see the glow of lantern light through the muddy glass windows. She fiddled with the vial in her hand, rolling the glass between her fingers. She had to make sure.

She pulled the small cork stopper off with her thumb, gave a final glance to the clear liquid inside that had forced her to do so much and downed it all.

The warmth on her tongue was a familiar unwelcomed comfort, and she let out a heavy sigh. She wore her normal hunting clothes, leather pants and corset, a jeweled belt and a thin blouse. She had hidden her weapons and supplies at her camp just outside of town. They would not be needed here. She prepared herself and unbuttoned more of her top, making sure her breasts were on display to anyone that looked. She licked her lips then entered the tavern.

The music kept playing, a two-man band, one on a harp the other singing a tavern song. Ciri could feel eyes on her.

She approached the bar and was met there by a lanky man with yellowed teeth and a grin on his face.

“Whatever the lady likes,” he said and slammed down a coin on the bar.

She looked at him, he was three heads taller than she, stringy and thin with a nose too large for his head and hands to match.

Hands that could easily wrap around her throat, her thighs. Long fingers that could touch places she could only dream. Ciri bit her lip and groaned feeling a familiar need wash over her.

“Thanks,” she muttered,

“Join us,” the man offered motioning towards the table.

Three men sat waiting and watching, leering at her. She turned back to the man, his eyes focusing in on her ample cleavage.

A week ago she would have agreed to his request without a second thought, she would have agreed to any request. A week ago she would have thrown herself at them. Been on her hands and knees within the hour begging to be fucked. But this wasn’t a week ago.

“No,” Ciri grinned and she wanted to laugh. Never in her life had a simple word so good to say.

“No?” the man said, surprised.

“No,” she repeated happily. Then turned to leave. He reached for her, one large paw wrapping around her wrist. Apparently, he did not share in her joy.

She twisted easily, and batted his hand away and turned back, driving her knee up and between his legs.

She gave him a white-toothed grin back as he cried out in pain and dropped to the ground. A few of the tavern’s patrons turned to look at her, but thought little of it. It felt good to be back in control.

There was only one thing left for her to do.

---

Hoat eyed her skeptically as he pondered her story.

"Caleb kept you behind," he repeated back to her, there was disdain in his voice, but the story was believable enough, it was true after all. "And then you were ambushed by bandits."

She nodded in reply then flinched as he grabbed her chin turning her to face him. She had to play the part. She could remember when the succubus venom was first leaving her system, the confusion she felt then, the unease, she did her best to mimic those feelings now.

Returning to the estate had been easy enough, less than a day's ride from the tavern she had tested the antidote on. The estate guards had not given her any trouble and had quicky escorted her to Hoat's private chambers.

"You're more than a week late," he said, "when was the last time you took the potion?"

She scrunched her brow, "I don't know, he gave me a dose..." she trailed off and looked away, "then the bandits--"

"Why did you come back?"

She looked at him, "I was told too."

He reached down, handled her another vial and nodded at her to drink it.

She did as she was told, lifted it to her lips, and swallowed. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth as it spread down her throat.

"How many bandits?" he asked.

"A dozen," she replied.

"And they took you?"

"Yes." Ciri replied. Memories of the nights she had spent with the bandits returned to her. The Witchers potion she had created had been able to nullify the mind-controlling effects of the succubus's venom, but it did not completely dull the aphrodisiac qualities.

Warmth pooled between her legs and she found herself blushing, even the memories of those disgusting thugs raping her turned her on. Those bandits had done terrible things to her, terribly wonderful things.

"And the bandits?" Hoat inquired, barely paying attention

"Dead." Ciri replied. Hoat looked up at her, his eyes lazily gazing over her. He licked his lips and eyed her suspiciously.

"Remove your top," Hoat commanded. Ciri did not hesitate, playing the part. As far as Hoat was concerned she was still completely under his control. His to be used as he pleased.

The thin cloth came off easily, her bra followed suit, falling to a pile on the ground. Hoat stared, appreciated her beauty. Years of training left her fit, strong, youth kept her breasts perky and her skin, besides the scars, smooth and flawless.

A grin crossed Hoat's face. "Did they hurt you?" he asked as he approached, he reached out tenderly. He trailed his fingers over her exposed flesh, barely touching her. Goosebumps followed his wake.

"No," Ciri whispered, she knew this would happen. Coming back here, she would have to do things, let things be done with her. But she had no choice, Yennefer was still locked somewhere in this hell. As well as everyone else trapped in Lord Karlik's perverted game.

"Tell me what they did to you? What you let them do to you?"

She looked up at him then, catching his eyes.

"They took turns at first." Ciri said, "Their leader had me first, she touched her lips. Had me suck him, then he fucked me. Then his other men had their turn. Then they stopped waiting, and they all took me."

Hoat seemed to take some perverse pleasure knowing she had been fucked by other men. Since she had fallen into his grasp at the estate he had taken her into his bed many times. But he had sold her off to the rich Lords even more and then there were the shows, she could not forget the shows he put on for Lord Karlik and his 'customers'.

Drowners, ghouls, goblins. He had made her fuck them all while he and a dozen other men watched. Of course the idea of a handful of desperate bandits gangraping her would get him off.

"On your knees," he demanded.

Ciri closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate. She knew this would happen when she decided to come back to the estate to rescue Yennefer. She dropped to her knees and looked up at Hoat, eyes bright and wide. She opened her mouth, her tongue darted out to tease her lips.

How many times had she been in this position before? Ciri watched, transfixed as Hoat pulled himself free from his pants. His cock was half hard. His fingers wrapped around himself, pumping once then twice. She watched and held back her disgust.

How many times had she that cock in her mouth, in her cunt or ass? She could not even count. Hoat had had her in every way a man could have women. His cock had been dragged and rubbed across every inch of her flesh, his cum had coated every inch of her. One more time, a dozen more times would hardly matter.

Two slaps across her cheek and nose had him fully engorged. Hoat was not a good man, nor a kind man. Ciri would make him pay for all that he did but for now, for now, she played the part.

Ciri swallowed hard and stuck her tongue out. Hoat pressed his cock against her tongue resting it there.

"Lord Karlik was not pleased you were delayed in your return." He said, staring down at her. She looked up, obedient, and waited. "He has taken quite a liking to you over these last few months. Missed you in his bed."

A quick nod was all she could do, his cock slid across her tongue, pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth wide.

"Your friend Yennefer as well, too much willpower in that one, we had to break her while you were gone."

Ciri did her best not to show any outward outrage, her tongue rolled slowly cradling the moist head of his cock.

"Just like we broke you."

Hoat lived for power and control, he craved it, and almost everything he did a means to gain more. Ciri had learned that soon after she had arrived at the estate, she had also learned Hoat fucked liked he lived.

One hand went behind her head, twisted in her ashen hair, another went to her chin. Hoat held her still as he leaned forward, slowly, letting his cock slide across her tongue and into her mouth. Ciri strained to keep her mouth open wide, her lips dragged against his shaft.

He pushed further in, past her teeth, into the back of her throat, and then some more.

Ciri choked, her body convulsed as his cock forced its way down her gullet. She resisted, every muscle in her body screaming to push him away. She coughed around his cock, gagged, and felt the bile in her stomach turn.

"Open," he demanded as he pushed more of his cock into her mouth.

The sound that escaped her lips was undignified, her hands went to his thighs but she did not push back, she kept her mouth open, she let him have complete control. Another inch of his cock buried into her throat. The muscles in her throat convulsed, tightening around the head of his cock. Her discomfort, her pain, bringing him pleasure. Tears leaked from her eyes, drool spilled from her mouth.

He held her there, her nose buried into his pubic hair, his hand tightly around her head forcing the full length of his cock in her throat. She felt his balls twitch against her chin. And still he pulled harder on her head, forcing her face into his torso.

"Fuck," he groaned, and she felt his cock throb as her vision went dark.

And for a moment she thought he had figured her out, knew she had found a way to resist the succubus venom and was lying to him and this was her punishment. He was going to kill her, choke her to death with his cock. She gagged, her entire body twisting. She was going to die like this.

But then he pulled out with a groan.

Air, delicious life giving air, rushed into her lungs for the briefest of moments before they were followed by Hoat's long cock.

"Gahh," Ciri gagged, as he plunged himself back down her throat, he didn't hold her there this time instead he pulled back, wrenching on her head and neck he fucked her face.

Ciri could do nothing, she couldn't fight back, couldn't resist, she did her best to go limp and let the man use her head as a fuck toy.

Three strokes then four, her vision was blurred with tears, but he kept going until he found his rhythm, until he found that spot where her throat would squeeze around him, where the groans and moans she made felt best against his cock. And then he fucked her face harder, driving into her throat as he had done a hundred times before. His perfect little fuck toy.

Gurgling whimpers escaped Ciri's throat with each thrust, followed by drool and spit. Disgusting wet sounds of a woman being choked, being forced. Painful unwanted sounds. Ciri blinked back even more tears, her hands gripping his thighs harder as she held on. Braced herself every time his shaft pressed against her tongue, the blunt head of his cock pushed against stretched her throat.

Drool coated her chin, her neck, and breasts. Her face was red, stained with tears, her eyes rolled back each time Hoat moved, each time she moaned, each time he pulled out far enough to let her breathe.

Despite it all and as much as she hated it, Ciri found herself warming to the sensation of being choked half to death by a man's dick. Her cunt twitched, and she couldn't help but think of how good it would be if he was fucking her cunt instead of her mouth. She cursed the damned Succubus venom.

He pulled from her throat, drool, precum, and probably some of the contents her stomach stretched from her lips to his cock as he stared down at her.

"Did you enjoy that whore?" he asked

Ciri closed her eyes, her eyes burned, her throat ached, her neck felt half twisted off. "Yes," she replied softly and opened her eyes to look at him.

"Stroke me," he told her, his hands motioning to his cock.

Without thinking she reached up, small delicate fingers wrapping around his swollen member, she pulled back, her drool letting her hand slid easily over him. She pumped his cock, up and down, back and forth, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Where do you want it?"

"Anywhere you want Master," she replied, she knew he liked that, knew he liked being in control. She leaned forward, pressing the tip of his cock against her lips rubbing against him as her fist pumped him.

"Where?" he said in a half groan.

They had played this game before.

"In my mouth," she murmured, letting her lips drag across his head, she could taste the salty tease of his cum, she could feel him swell in her hand. "On my face," she added, she stroked him faster, opened her mouth slightly, and moved his cock against her lips, letting her tongue drag along the underside of him as she rubbed his cock across her face.

"I want your cum--" Ciri did not need to say more as she felt him freeze, his cock jerked. The first spurt hit her across the nose and eye, she flinched, opened her mouth and aimed the second for her tongue. The thick white seed hit her tongue and across her cheek.

Hoat moaned, and Ciri sealed her lips around him swallowing the last of his load. She stayed like that for a long moment, on her knees, his cock in her mouth before he finally pulled away.

With a satisfied look on his face he told her to stand and she did.

"Come, let us go see your friend Yennefer."

---

The estate's basement went deeper than she had expected.

Hoat's smug smile still lingered on his face as led her deeper into the Estates basement than she had ever been before. The stone had been dug out, likely a hundred years before, creating a labyrinth of tunnels and large rooms.

The rooms held cages, large and small, and each held a different beast. Ghouls, drowners, a fiend, the giant centipede she had caught earlier. There were normal beasts as well, wolves and bears, and even a few humans, or at least things that looked human.

Hoat was using them, breeding them, dissecting them. Taking what he could from each of them, exploiting their strengths like had done with the succubus, others he kept around to torment his captives, to put on his degrading shows. She did not know his end game.

Ciri passed the fiend and shuddered, she could still remember that beast inside her, nearly ripping her apart as the men in the audience cheered. She grit her teeth, if she needed to fuck all the beasts in his room to save Yennefer she would.

They stopped near the end of the large underground hall in a poorly lit corner. The cage was against the wall, built against what looked to be a small cave, it was too dark to see deep inside. Then Ciri saw them.

Two women, naked, huddled in one corner of the cage, their stomachs swollen. In the center of the room surrounded by what looked like goblins was another. Her raven hair and body were covered in dirt and cum.

Yennefer.

Ciri bit back her anger.

"She resisted," Hoat said as an explanation. "Quite the will on that one. Fought so hard. She did everything I asked of course, but I didn't like her tone."

"What is this?" Ciri asked watching as the creatures huddled around her. She winced as she heard Yennefer gasp. One of the small greenish-brown creatures mounted her from behind.

The goblin stood only a few feet tall, but its cock was nearly the size of its leg, thick and veiny and seemingly constantly oozing out cum.

"Progress my pet," Hoat replied. He bit his lip watching as the creature slid behind Yennefer. She gave out a soft moan but did little to resist as the goblin pulled on her hips, forcing her ass up and in the air while her head rested in the dirt.

"Ahh," Yennefer moaned as the monster's cock penetrated her.

"And maybe a little punishment. There are no females of the species, they procreate by stealing the females of other races."

"Unngh," Yennefer moaned again as the goblin began to fuck her with earnest, fast and steady strokes. Another approached Yennefer from the small cave, his thin spindly fingers curled in her hair. He lifted her head up, his large cock bobbing in front of her face.

Ciri watched as Yennefer opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. The goblin slid between her lips, muffling her moans as she was taken from both ends.

"Their seed is incredibly potent, nearly every female is impregnated immediately." he nodded to the two women in the corner. "Not a problem with our infertile sorcerer here though. Their bodily fluids, their saliva, cum, even their sweat are incredibly strong aphrodisiacs and do wonders to temporarily dull the minds of its recipients. But the real treat is that their seed contains enough nutrients to sustain a person indefinitely. They can keep their breeding slaves alive for decades on a diet of nothing but their cum."

Ciri tried not to vomit, watching as Yennefer was defiled. She twisted under their assault. Each time the goblins moved, pushed their cocks inside her Yennefer moaned, her body tensed. Ciri could see the muscles in her stomach, and thighs contract. Each time, every time. Ciri could hear her moaning, she could hear nothing but her moaning and the sound of their bodies coming together. Those disgusting green thick cocks defiling her friend.

And then it happened, a deep throaty sound escaped Yennefers lips and past the cock in her mouth. Her muscles didn't tense this time but instead trembled and shook. Yennefers moan turned into a whine and then a whimper. Ciri closed her eyes, not wanting to watch as Yennefer came.

"Why?" she asked instead, anything to distract her from the sight and sounds before her.

"You could feed an army for a week with a single barrel."

Ciri winced, "What army would--"

"Drink goblin cum? Ha!" Hoat laughed, actually laughed. "That's a problem for another day, of course, first we must find out what makes the seed so unique, and for that, I need samples, which you dear Yennefer is giving us so much.

It would be so easy to kill him now, Ciri thought to herself, watching as he turned his attention back to the cage and the woman inside it. Ciri flinched as another raspy moan escaped Yennefer's lips.

Another goblin had replaced the last, this one slightly larger and rougher. Yennefer's moans echoed in Ciri's ears. She would kill them all.

"But enough of that-" Hoat said, turning away from Yennefer and the goblins. "Lord Karlik missed you. Go, he awaits in his chambers."

With no other choice, Ciri turned to leave but not before making note of how many goblins were in the cage. Two were fucking Yennefer, a third made its way toward the two pregnant girls. She watched the cave, saw movement inside, but could not tell how many there were.

She would return here, and soon. Four of those creatures would give her little trouble, she only hoped there were only four. But first, she needed to deal with Lord Karlik.

---

"Strip," Karlik commanded and Ciri obeyed.

Naked, bare and exposed, she stood in the private rooms of the Lord of the estate. A lesser Lord, a Lord she had not even heard of before he had stumbled upon this dreadful place. But a Lord still. His rooms were adorned with silks and furs, a large fireplace kept the temperature warm and cozy. It reeked of booze and sex.

She knew this room well. Karlik had taken a liking to her and she spent as many nights in his bed as any others.

"Dumb idea to let you go out on Hoat's shtupid mission," Karlik said with a slur, he was drinking again, he was always drinking. His face was red, eyes bloodshot and he leered at her like he was about to be hanged and she was his last meal.

"Your hair," Karlik said.

Ciri reached up, pulling her ashen hair free of the bun, it fell over her shoulders, framed her face, and made her green eyes shine bright.

"Too pretty to be fucking monsters I say," He reached out, "Come," and demanded. Ciri stepped forward.

Wiry fingers grasped her thighs, pulling her closer. Karlik was a thin man, tall, and lanky. His skin looked and felt thin, the spindly muscles below them tight, he was surprisingly strong for his appearance.

"Ahh," Ciri gasped as Karlik pulled her close, she had no choice but to mount him where he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Missed you," he said, one of his hands reached up, long fingers wrapping around her breast. "Missed this," he said as his fingers pinched her nipple.

"MMhhn," she couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips. She felt him harden beneath her and her eyes drifted down.

"Pull it out, it missed you too."

Doing as she was told she reached down and into his robes. Much like the rest of him his cock was long and hard. Her palm slid across it, then rolled against its head.

They would fuck, he would pass out and then she could find her way back to the basement, get Yennefer and get the hell out of here.

"Ahh," she gasped in surprise. Cold wine spilled over her chest, Karlik laughed then bent down, his tongue licking it up before capturing her breast and nipple between his teeth.

Ciri ground her hips down, her fingers tightening around Karliks cock as he suckled on her.

"Fuck," she moaned.

"No more foreplay, been too long, get to it girl," he ordered.

It was easy to slide up onto his lap, even easier to line his cock up with her opening. She was soaking wet and he slipped inside her like he was made to.

Ciri moaned as he moved on top of him. He was a disgusting person, a piece of shit that used his power for his own sick personal gain but his cock felt so good.

She lifted herself up, then sank down and both of them moaned. She had to do this to save Yennefer. Yennefer, trapped in the basement with those goblins. Trapped, taken, raped.

Ciri rolled her hips, closed her eyes and moaned. Karlik's fingers dragged over her back down to her ass. His too-long fingernails scraped against her skin.

How many times had she done this, how many times had she cummed all over this man's cock. The man who empowered Hoat and all his terrible experiments. She reached out, clinging onto the thin older man. She pressed herself against him, her breasts crushing against his chest.

Harder she thought, the faster he had his fill the sooner she could leave. She spread her legs wide and drove herself down on his stiff cock. She gasped, then moaned and did it again and again.

Fucking Succubus venom she told herself, lied to herself as she rode the man as best she could. Bouncing on his cock, her cunt leaked, coating him with her juices.

For Yennefer she told herself as she felt the tightness in her belly grow. She had to stop what was happening to Yennefer. Memories of the goblins surrounding Yennefer flashed before her eyes, taking her, fucking her.

It was all Karlik's fault. She had fucked ghouls, drowners, a fiend. She had been tied up and given to three dozen men. She had been the centerpiece of orgies. She had been used and abused and the entire time drugged so she had loved it, begged for it, and wanted more. She had been stripped of herself, turned into a sex slave. All because of this Lord Karlik.

Damn she hated him, hated Hoat, hated this place, and most of all he hated how good he felt.

"Harder," she moaned and Karlik obeyed, thrusting up into her even faster, he grunted and panted. Ciri moaned wildly, her cunt gushing, her body nearly breaking. She was going to cum.

"Fuck me harder," she demanded and Karlik obeyed. He picked her up, rolling her over onto the bed. He roared to life, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her, the bed shook, her body rocked and Ciri screamed. He fucked her hard and rough like he wanted to hurt her, like he wanted to kill her with his cock.

It was more than enough to make Ciri see stars, her cunt clenched down around him in response as she came violently, her back flexed, her body twisted nearly inhumanly as her muscles rocked with pleasure.

Still Karlik punished her, driving his cock in and out of her aching cunt.

"Fuck, fuck," Ciri moaned it was near to much, she reached out trying to grab his hips, but with his frantic movements, and her own body trembling she couldn't grab on to anything

"Fuck," Ciri moaned, she squirted, her cunt leaking juices all over Karlik's belly as he shook and whimpered. Still he fucked her.

"Gods," she moaned again, it was too much, too much, "Stop."

And Karlik stopped. Froze in place.

Ciri moaned, whimpered and pulled away, her cunt throbbed and ached, she curled up whimpering as her body still rocked with her climax.

"Fuck," she muttered to himself closed her eyes and basked in it. Near painful tremors ran up and down her body, warmth coursed through her, a feeling of alleviation like no other followed. Gods she did not know if she wanted to cry, moan or beg for more.

She might have fallen asleep, she didn't know, but when she finally opened her eyes Karlik was still standing there, cock hard. face and eyes red, chesting pounding, he looked half-dead.

He had stopped.

Ciri's brow furrowed. Watching as the man struggled to breathe.

"Step back," she whispered, and Karlik obeyed, taking a step back.

"Shit," Ciri said. She knew that dull look in his eyes. Lord Karlik was under the effects of Hoat's succubus venom. The whole estate was.

---

Stupid, she was so stupid. It was so obvious now. It had been Hoat the whole time. He was using Lord Karlik as a pawn just as he had used her, as he used Yennefer.

The venom was probably in the water, maybe the air, everyone was probably infected. Everyone but Hoat.

Ciri made her way quietly through the estate's halls. Crowds were already beginning to form, rich merchants and traders, noblemen and women, all here for the next show. A show she was supposed to star in. Hoat had some of the richest men in the world here, who knows what kind of plans he was making behind closed doors.

She had left Karlik in this room, she half expected him to keel over from a heart attack but he obeyed, they always obeyed.

She stopped in front of ornate doors, two guards stood on each side. Hoat's private rooms. She had been there many times, she knew he had a private lab adjourning his chambers.

"Move," she ordered the two guards. Even knowing she knew she was a little surprised when they did, stepping aside for her without hesitation, without care. Obedient to a fault, it was almost too easy.

She pushed her way inside and hurried to the lab. Hoat would be greeting his guests but she did not want to push her luck. He must be counteracting the effects in some way.

Mandrake root. It was just sitting there on a table beside a cauldron, behind it bloodmoss and blowball. He was making the same potion she had, or at least some variation of it. She opened the drawers, searched and then she found it. Dozens and dozens of vials filled with a liquid that looked just like the potion she had created. He was drugging the entire estate while keeping himself immune.

Ciri grabbed the vials and left the room, only stopping when she saw the gleam of silver leaning against Hoat's bed. Her sword.

"Drink one," she told the guard, pushing some of the vials into his hand, "then give one to everyone you see and tell them to drink it. Do you understand?"

The guard didn't hesitate and drank the liquid, he winced but did not complain. She turned to the other guard and repeated what she had just said. The potion should nullify the effects of any new succubus venom, but she did not know how long it would take to wipe out the venom already in their system. She only hoped it wouldn't be too long.

With her sword in hand she made her way towards the basement.

---

The basement was surprisingly empty, spare from a few workers and guards that gave her little mind the twisting corridors and large halls that held the beasts were quiet. Undoubtedly most were on the surface to watch or prepare for tonight's show.

The show she was to star in. She was supposed to have gone straight to Hoat after she had treated with Lord Karlik, straight to the theatre to prepare. It wouldn't be long now until they knew something was wrong.

She hurried to the main chambers and to the caged caved

The sparse population of the basement had turned to nothing by the time she reached the end of the chamber. Her only company was the soft sounds of a few beasts sleeping in their cages, and the barely audible crackle coming from the torches on the walls. Torches that did little to bring light to the far corner of the room.

Ciri gave one cautious look back, there were a dozen cages on each side of the room leading back to the exit, half of them full, half of them missing their occupants, but no men, no guards.

"Yen?" she whispered, she wished she could see better. Inside the cage was an abyss of darkness, she could barely see the cave wall wet with moisture reflecting the light from the torches.

Whimpers came from the far side. Ciri grit her teeth, no time to waste. Using her sword she pried the look free of the gate of the cage and entered.

She stayed low to the ground, her hands steady, her sword ready. These goblins were small creatures and likely no threat on their own, but with enough numbers, anything could pose a threat.

She moved to the whimpering, finding the two women there. Stomachs swollen, their skin plastered with dirt and cum. She knelt beside them and hushed their crying.

There were no chains holding them, no cuffs or ropes. What did it matter, it's not like they would be able to escape the cage. Ciri glanced back at the cave entrance, still on guard.

"You're okay now," she said in a hushed whisper, the women stared back wide-eyed, in shock. They looked oddly familiar, and then it hit her, there had been a portrait in Lord Karlik's chambers, a portrait of his daughters.

"Where're the other women?" Ciri asked, "Dark hair, she was here earlier,"

One of the girls shook her head, the other spoke. "They took her to the show."

Ciri winced, "and the creatures? the goblins?" Ciri said looking back, sword in hand.

"They took them too."

A weight lifted from her shoulders. She reached into her pocket and grabbed three vials. "Drink these, go to your father, make him drink one. If anyone stops you, do not listen to them, tell them to take you to your father, do you understand?"

Both girls stood and hurried, more like hobbled from the cage. Ciri followed, made sure the girls made their way out of the basement before turning back, she had one last thing to do.

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Even fewer guards and servants greeted her on her return trip out of the basement. Ciri could only hope that meant more and more people had been given the antidote and were coming to their senses.

The theatre sat near the center of the estate, one of the larger buildings in the grounds, it had tunnels and hallways connecting it to the rest of the buildings. Those tunnels gave her a clear path from the basement to the theatre's back rooms where they 'prepared' for the show.

She could hear the people inside before she could see them. The dank dark basement hallways gave too to warmth and light and the sounds of crowds chattering. The stone walls were now wood and adorned with artwork.

Thankfully there was no one guarding the doors. The theatre's backstages were a cluttered mess of ropes, chains, and cages that lined the far wall. Ghouls, drowners, a wolf laid waiting and caged waiting for their time to shine.

Opposite of the cages was a large thick red curtain cut the space in half, hiding what hid behind from the crowd, hiding her.

A half dozen guards stood watch, they all looked uneasy being around such creatures. They paid her little mind, knowing well she was a part of the show.

A ghoul snarled at her, two drowners stared, their large glassy eyes seemed to look through her. The giant centipede wasn't in a cage but pinned down by chains.

On the back wall she could see another cage, a dozen small figures and a woman inside, Yennefer and the goblins.

"For tonight's entertainment!"

Ciri stopped, the voice of the announcer easily passing through the thick curtain that separated the stage and the backrooms. She listened as the announcer started his spiel.

They would get their entertainment for tonight, that was for sure.

She turned to the guards, "All of you," she said, and when she had all their attention, "Leave," they paused for a moment, almost hesitant, but obeyed.

With her sword she smashed the lock on the ghoul's cage, then the drowners, she hurried forward towards the centipede. She found where the chains were linked and removed them, then quickly got out of the way.

She was easy pickings and would never be able to kill them all herself. But these monsters were simple things with simple minds. Creatures of habit and instinct.

"Tonight you will witness depravity like no other," The announcer continued, his voice boomed, and the crowd jeered in return and the monsters noticed.

Like a moth to a flame the monsters went to the sounds, scurrying and skittering and hobbling towards the stage and through the blood-red curtain.

At first, there were nearly no sounds, undoubtedly the patrons of the show thinking this was all a part of the act. But then the screams started and chaos erupted.

This was her chance, maybe her only chance. Ciri hurried to the only cage she had not opened. Only to stop

"You!" Hoat voice yelled from behind her.

Ciri twisted, turned and looked at the man who had caused her so much pain and suffering over the last few months. She lifted her sword.

He was not alone. Four men stood with him, tall and thickly built. All of them carried long poles with hooks around the end. Tools to restrain the monsters, dangerous in their own right.

"What did you do?" Hoat growled, "You stupid, stupid girl."

Ciri backed up slightly, shifted her weight, and readied her sword. More screams erupted from the theatre seats, then snarls from the monsters, followed by more cries of panic and terror from the rich lords and merchants inside.

"Fuck," Hoat screamed, then turned to two of the guards, "Get out there and get things under control." He then turned to the two remaining guards, "and her, capture her, alive. She has much to answer for."

The two guards shadowing Hoat stepped forward.

Ciri concentrated, called on her magic, she immediately felt the resistance from the wards hidden in the estate, the dimeritium lined in the walls. If only it could of been that easy.

"Get her," Hoat demanded and the first guard charged. He was surprisingly fast for a man his size but she was quicker and sidestepped his attack. A lesser man would have kept moving and she would have easily been able to throw him off balance but the large man caught himself and twisted to face her. She swung her sword and he batted it away with the long pole.

She heard the footfalls of the other man, she dashed to her left, just in time for a pole to smash against the grown, she swung, feeling her blade catch on armor, but not flesh.

A thick pole connected against her back causing her to stumble forward, shocked she gasped, tumbled, and rolled.

She could hear Hoat yelling at the other guards, demanding them to kill or capture the loosed creatures. More screaming and yelling. She darted forward, thrusting her sword, one of the guards dodged, swung his weapon but Ciri followed with another slice. It connected under his arm where his armor was weak. He screamed and twisted away. She followed and in one smooth motion crushed the handle of her sword across his temple sending him crashing to the ground.

The other man charged fast enough to catch her off guard. Her sword tumbled to the ground, his shoulder collided into her chest, throwing her back into the wall with a dull thud, dust fell, her breath left her. The man did not relent and grabbed her by the throat. He pressed her against the wall and lifted her.

Ciri gasped, hands flailed around his arms. He gave her a yellow toothed grin and tightened his grip. She felt her vision narrow. She kicked her feet up, pressing him against his chest. He was three times her size and much stronger, but she had leverage on her side, she pressed her shoulders against the wall and pushed with her feet.

It was enough to break his grasp on her throat for just an instant. Enough to give her an opportunity. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around the thick man's neck and squeezed as hard as she could.

A look of surprise washed over him, sandwiched between her thighs, then his face went red, then purple. He pulled her away from the wall, and just as she thought he would drive her head first into the ground he stumbled back, snot and spit spurted out his mouth before he fell backward unconscious.

Ciri grabbed her sword, looked up and found Hoat alone, standing between her and the goblin's cage.

She stepped towards Hoat and he backed away, closer towards the cages, where Yennefer lay.

"You'll pay for what you've done." She said, then stopped. One of the guards, still half-conscious grabbed her leg. She stopped, pulled her leg free but it had already given Hoat the time he needed.

Yennefer's cage was open, and with it the goblins were free. They paid no attention to Hoat, instead they sprinted towards the first female they could see.

With one swift movement Ciri sliced one of the charging goblins clear in half, but it was all for moot. Another barreled towards her waist, latching its hands around her, tackling her to the ground. Another went for her sword, grabbing her hand and wrenching it free.

It clanged as it hit the ground and skittered away from her. She fell hard, landing with a thud. The goblins wasted no time, swarming over her like a pack of predators pouncing on their prey.

First, her shirt was torn off as a dozen small hands grabbed at her. She twisted and kicked and tried to push the diminutive creatures away, but there were too many of them, her bra followed suit. The goblin that had tackled her reached up to grab her tits before swallowing one in his open jaw.

It's the long thin tongue, twisted around her nipple, eliciting a moan from the surprised witcheress.

"Incredibly strong aphrodisiac." Hoats earlier words came to her.

"No," Ciri moaned, not again and twisted. More hands, small and green, grasped her limbs. She felt the tug of them on her belt, could feel her leather pants being peeled off, she could feel the rush of cool air from the theatre's backroom on the bare skin of her ass and cunt.

Trapped, exposed, helpless. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

The small greenish-brown creatures were cackling and laughing as they grabbed and pinched and pulled at her.

In the background Hoat screamed and commanded his men. Seemingly content to let the goblins deal with her while he tried to bring order back into the theatre.

Then it hit her, clear across her face, green and veiny and nearly one-third the length of the three-foot-tall goblin. Its cock looked more like a third leg than an animal's penis.

Once again she twisted away, tried to roll but dozens of small goblin hands held her back, the goblin near her head cackled, rubbing its cock against her cheek and lips, smearing her face with its precum.

Another goblin slid between her legs, her pants now tangled in her ankles, its cock standing stiff and hard bounced against her thigh, then her stomach as it mounted her.

"No!" she screamed through clenched teeth, she had been this close, so damned close.

A hard slap across her face stunned her, the goblin suckling on her tit bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make her gasp. At the same time, the goblin between her legs took his prize. Thrusting into her with one hard strong push.

She moaned, she couldn't help it, and for a moment she forgot where she was, what she was doing. The goblin near her head pushed inside her mouth and down her throat.

Ciri gagged, thrust her head back, and her hips up.

They cackled again, small hands tangled in her ashen hair, pulling it loose from the bun and forcing her head back and forth. Other goblins grabbed her hands, sucked on her fingers.

The goblin between her legs threw itself forward, driving its long cock into her cunt. Her stomach bulged, her body stretched and Ciri moaned. She could feel the thickness of his cock push into her, the tiny nails on his fingers dig into her ass as he defiled her.

She hated this place, she hated these creatures and she hated herself because it felt good. Memories of all the times she had been fucked by monsters washed over her, it felt good to be taken. This was what she wanted, what she needed.

She moaned and sucked on the goblin's cock. It didn't taste like a man's cock, nor a drowners or any other disgusting thing that had been forced past her lips.

The cock inside her throbbed, the one in her mouth mirrored, they both came, filling her cunt and mouth with his seed.

It was sickly sweet, not bitter or salty.

"Incredible aphrodisiac, Dulled their minds" Hoat's words repeated in her head.

Her head spun, the creamy liquid slid down her throat, coated her womb. It was warm and oily, and she could almost feel it seep into her, infect her. Ciri's eyes rolled back, her body trembled. The goblin between her legs moved, pulled out.

Ciri let out a soft whimper as her body twitched and throbbed, another goblin took his place, Ciri kept her legs open. His cock slid into her tight and warm and waiting body.

It felt good, too good, it felt right. Ciri's mind reeled and her body moved as if on its own accord, rolling her hips up, letting the monster's cock press deeper inside her, letting more of it stretch her out.

She knew it was the effects of its seed, maybe some of the lingering effects of the succubus venom, but she found it hard to care. She gasped as the small monster started to thrust into her, pounding in and out.

The lights in the theatre blurred, the sounds of screams and Hoat commands faded until there was only the feeling of being fucked remaining.

Another goblin moved to her mouth and she opened it willingly, taking him in, bathing him with her tongue. He tasted sweet, delicious like he was meant to be sucked on.

And then she lost herself, one goblin came, replaced with another, her hands were pulled, her fingers wrapped around cocks, she stroked them lazily knowing soon they would too be inside her.

Drool and cum oozed from her mouth as another finished there. Her cunt clenched as she came, she moaned and mewed like an animal in heat, her head twisting to the side. There were no more screams, no more yells only this.

She could see her sword, laying just a few feet away. Fucked, taken, raped, each thrust of the goblins cock drove her into the wood floor of the backroom. Each thrust made her cry out, clench down, each thrust made her wish for another, each thrust sent sparks of unwanted pleasure and need and desire throughout her body, and each thrust moved her closer to her sword.

Some part of her, maybe the only sane part left, knew she needed to stop this, to get out, to free herself. She pulled away, the goblin in her mouth came, splurting its load half in her face and half in her mouth, she turned her head away, rolled her hips up, and moaned as she felt the goblin inside her cunt spill himself, then pull free. His cum followed him, spilling from her well-used body and onto the floor.

The creatures did not last long, a few minutes at most of hard insensitive thrusting, but each time they came more of their toxic seed seeped inside her, coated her insides, poisoned her mind and body. And there was always another goblin ready to take its place and each time it felt better, each time she felt the will to fight weakened.

If she did nothing it wouldn't be long until she was no better than the girls she had found in the cage, swollen belly, useless, just waiting to get fucked again.

Ciri rolled to her side, and reached out for her sword. Too far, still so far. She rolled to her stomach, all she needed to do was--

Two hands grabbed her hips. Ciri whimpered as her ass was dragged up, she stared at her sword, her arm outreached. Then she moaned as she felt the newest goblins cock slide inside her.

He was so hard, and she was so slick and wet. She closed her eyes and moaned, forgetting about the sword and pushed her hips back bouncing back and forth against the cock there.

"Ahh," she moaned and cum sputtered from her mouth as she was taken from his new angle.

Her sword might as well have been a thousand miles away as she once again lost herself in the pleasure of a monster's cock.

After that goblin had finished another took its place, then another, she could feel the cum oozing from her, she didn't care, she could barely move, barely think, too warm and wet and good feeling. She moaned, whimpered and pushed back against their cocks as she came again. Soft tremors rolled through her, a near constant stream of mind numbing pleasure overwhelmed her. It was too much, too much to fight, too much to resist. She lifted her ass with what little energy she had and presented herself to be fucked for the next goblin.

After the third goblin came inside her they stopped, and she let herself fall to her side, then onto her back.

Ciri coughed, gobs of cum spurted of her mouth over her chin and down her throat. She let a soft moan as she felt more of the goblins cum ooze out from her well-used cunt. It felt warm, and pleasing, not unlike the succubus' venom.

Her eyes rolled back, not again she thought and waited, wanted for the next goblin to take its place.

But they never came, instead, a warm light flickered against her eyes.

Hoat stood over her, torch in hand, waving it down slightly. The goblins were afraid of it and had huddled away to a dark corner of the theatre.

Ciri looked up with unfocused eyes, Hoat was grinning down at her.

"Nice try," he looked back to the theatre.

Many were dead in the crowded theatre, but more were alive. The centipede was cut near in half, a few ghoul corpses lay in the aisles. The guards had managed to take back control.

"You can't stop this," Hoat said, "you dumb whore. You thought before was bad, I am going to destroy your mind and soul. This was what you were meant to be--"

He stopped abruptly mid sentence, then gasped and reached for his side.

Yennefer fell down beside him, too weak to stand. Hoat stumbled away, clutching at the dagger in his side.

"Fuck," he cried. "Get her," he ordered one of his guards.

He pulled on the blade and it came out red and dripping, "fucking bitch," he stumbled again and snarled. "I'll kill you. Guards! Kill her, kill them both!”

But nobody came, his command went unanswered. Ciri tried to stand, her body ached, she was drenched with cum, she ignored it, her sword was a few feet away. A guard was standing over it, looking at it, at her, at Hoat, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Stop her," she heard Hoat demand, from behind her but the guard didn't move.

"What?" the guard muttered to himself. He looked young, as young as Ciri. Who knows how long had it been since he had a thought of his own, since his mind had been clear of influence.

The antidote, it was finally taking effect. Now if only--

As if on cue, she heard another set of footsteps, the sound of hard hoofs on the wood floor.

Ciri crawled forward towards her sword, the closer she came the stronger she felt.

"Fine, I'll do it myself," Hoat said, she heard him move, then stop.

"No," he said, and Ciri looked up. Finally, she thought ruefully.

The succubus was still naked, a collar still around her neck, the chain connecting to it hanging between her two perky breasts. She stared at Hoat, a sly smile on her face. Ciri was suddenly very glad she had gone back to free the captured creature.

"You," she purred and stepped forward towards the man that had held her captive.

"No," Hoat said, he stepped back, stumbled still clutching his wound. "Stay back!"

The succubus did not listen.

Finding strength she didn't know she still had, Ciri grabbed her sword, stumbled to her feet and made her way to where Yennefer lay. The dark-haired sorcerer was in a similar shape. Naked, exhausted, her skin caked in dirt and cum.

Ciri looked out past what remained of the tattered red curtain, the lords still alive looked shellshocked, the guards looked confused.

None tried to stop her as she and Yennefer hobbled from the building. She heard Hoat beg, then scream. Ciri would leave his fate up to the succubus, if anything remained of the man after that Lord Karlik would certainly find a suitable punishment for him.

Their steps grew faster and stronger as they made their way away from the buildings. The front gate was unguarded, the courtyard in abandoned.

It was finally over. Ciri took Yennefer's hands, closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt her magic swell, energy pooled around them, Ciri thought of somewhere safe, and then in a blink of an eye they were gone.

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