A young mage apprentice girl happens to be in the wrong place in the wrong time and is chosen as a target for a humiliating mind control spell.
In the world of Morrowind, there was a mage named Saren who was known for his powerful abilities in mind control. He had been engaged in a heated argument with his colleagues at the Mages Guild about the limits of magick. They argued that even the most skilled mage could not control the mind of another without their knowledge or consent.
“Dear colleagues, you are mistaken, It is very much possible manipulate the mind of another being, even if they are unwilling,” Saren said to his friend with a wicked grin on his face.
“Dear Saren, are you prepared to proof your words or to be known from now on as a mage of words only?” asked his colleague, clearly intrigued.
Saren’s eyes glinted mischievously.
“We just need a target” – Saren smirked at a young female apprentice Neria that was just passing by. Neria was known for her strictness and shyness, she always followed the rules.
Neria was a reserved, modest and very shy person. She rarely interacted with anyone and preferred to stay in the background. She had great potential as an apprentice, but her fear of rejection hindered her from fully expressing herself.
The moment Saren saw Neria, he knew she would make the perfect test subject for his experiment. Standing tall and slender with mocha skin, her dark eyes glittered with intelligence and her lustrous black hair cascaded down her back. Her curves were accentuated by her wide hips, ample behind, tiny waist and thick thighs – which Saren found irresistibly attractive.
He was sure that if he could gain control of her mind, he’d prove everyone wrong who thought it impossible.
Saren: “Come closer, Neria. I’m going to cast a spell on you.”
Neria: “Wait! What kind of spell? What do you want me to do?”
Saren raised his hands, pointing them at Neria as he started to chant in a foreign tongue. Suddenly, she felt a pulling sensation as her body seemed to move towards him. She tried to resist and take a step back, but it was like there was an invisible force preventing her from doing so.
Neria’s heart raced with fear and confusion as she felt her body succumb to whatever power Saren had over her. He continued to weave his spell, speaking words that held a strange icy chill that made Neria’s skin crawl.
Then Saren issued a command: “Remove your pants!”
A thick, heavy feeling washed over Neria’s body and mind. She felt tired and weak. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t place it. The heat in her body rose and the light airy feeling of a moment before disappeared.
The thought of baring her body to the unknown made a wave of terror rush over her. Her stomach churned at the prospect of exposing her intimate parts to prying eyes, and a deep dread clung to her bones like ice.
Her heart raced and her throat tightened as if someone were squeezing it. She struggled to speak:
“Please,” Neria pleaded, “stop this spell!”
Saren’s voice was cold and demanding as he continued his chant. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized that there was no way to avoid obeying him against her will. She wanted to fight back, but the fear that ran through her veins kept her from even trying.
Neria’s fingers trembled as she placed them on the buckle of her belt, her breaths shallow and ragged. Sweat dotted her forehead and upper lip as she undid the clasp, feeling each click like an earthquake in her bones. With relief and trepidation, the belt fell to the floor with a muffled thud, followed by the slide of her pants down her hips, pooling at her ankles. A chorus of gasps rose from the room like a wave crashing against rocks. The air was thick with anticipation, heat, and lust, all colliding in a single moment that would be burned into their memories forever.
Standing from the back, those in the room were mesmerised by Neria’s exposed curves. Her big bubbly ass and thick thighs glowed under the light, an irresistible sight that left everyone in awe.
Her perfect buttocks were mesmerizing, But for those who viewed her from the front, a far more thrilling sight awaited them.
Neria was not wearing any panties, revealing a neatly groomed patch of black pubic hair. Her labia was slightly darker than the rest of her skin, creating a tantalizing look that made everyone in the room blush out of embarrassment and desire. Neria felt violated by Saren’s spell and stood there with tears rolling down her cheeks, completely exposed and vulnerable.
The crowd of people were in awe, unable to take their eyes away from the sight before them. Neria was completely frozen by the mind-control spell, unable to cover her exposed genitals or speak at all. The discomfort and shame she felt was written all over her face, and the fear in her eyes could be seen from even across the room. It was clear that Saren’s demonstration had shown everyone there just how far magick could truly take a person – even without their knowledge or consent.
The silence was deafening as they all stared at her, her entire body trembling with fear. She didn’t know what to do, feeling like a prisoner in an invisible cage that had been created by Saren’s spell. She wanted to cover up and run away, but the power of the spell kept her pinned in place.
Saren beamed with pride as if he were witnessing his own masterpiece come to life before his eyes. Then he waved his hands and uttered a few incantations and Neria felt the invisible grip on her mind loosen, allowing her to move freely again. She quickly gathered her clothing and ran off, humiliated beyond words.
The group of colleagues in the room was shocked into silence. It was obvious that Saren went a bit too far. They all stared at Saren with a mixture of horror and awe, not quite sure what to make of the situation. Finally, one of the men who had been watching spoke up, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief.
“What kind of power do you possess, Saren? How did you make Neria do that?”
Saren smiled knowingly and nodded, “It is a powerful form of magick that I have been studying for many years now. It can be used for both good and evil depending on how it is utilized.” He then went on to explain about how he had used an enchantment spell to control Neria’s mind and body. He explained that this particular spell was very powerful and dangerous if misused but could also be used for benevolent purposes if done correctly.
He warned them all to never experiment with such magick as they could easily become lost in its power or worse get themselves hurt if they weren’t careful. This seemed to have a sobering effect on the group as they suddenly began to understand the magnitude of what had just taken place.
Neria huddles in the small corner of the room, fear clawing at her mind. Her humiliation and shame burn, as bright and hot as flames. Her thoughts are only of Saren and his spell. His mouth on hers, his hands pulling her into him, ripping away all sense of self-control; leaving her body open and naked to the world. Every inch of her skin burns with embarrassment, knowing that her private parts were on display for the whole world to see.
The other members in the room were clearly shaken by this experience and they took Saren’s warning seriously. They all looked at him differently than before – not with admiration but rather with caution – understanding that although he held immense power it should never be abused or taken lightly.
Eventually everybody agreed that it wasn’t good to force Neria to expose herself like that but, being an apprentice, Neria should have followed the code of clothing for apprentices which states explicitly that they must wear underwear when using magical practices or attending classes. They respected Saren for his skill and knowledge, but it was also agreed upon by everyone present that such irresponsible use of magick could have had devastating consequences.
Neria never forgave Saren for what he had done. She wanted to confront him and express her anger, but the fear of his power kept her from doing so until one day she mustered up enough courage and confronted him.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Neria demanded as her eyes glared with accusation. “I know I should have been wearing underwear, but that doesn’t excuse your blatant abuse of power!”
Saren was taken aback by the level of Neria’s rage and guilt crept into his voice as he said, “I’m sorry Neria. I didn’t expect you not to be wearing any underwear when I cast the spell. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He looked at her imploringly, hoping that she would forgive him.
Neria shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe how someone could be so reckless with such a powerful form of magick and he was sorry?
As a result of this event, a new rule was enforced to never use illusion spells on guldmates, and Neria was issued a warning for not following the code of clothing and had to do additional duties such as cleaning and washing around the guild. Though now she was receiving much more lustful stares than before and everytime these stares reminded her about the humiliating experience.