As one of the finest mercenaries in the world, somewhere in my brutal training my wires were crossed causing pain and pleasure to kind of merge. I have everything I could ever need, except none of my partners can ever quite scratch an itch . . . now I'm behind enemy lines, looking for a little fun.
I wouldn't have believed it was real unless my home was actually invaded by a bunch of goons who roughed me up before taking me to the studio.
In front of a studio audience and millions of digital viewers, my worst nightmare is realized: I have to fuck family and close friends while being tortured with advanced vibrators and shock collars. There's nothing to do but comply.
The strong beautiful warrior has a job working taking in and disposing of prisoners, but she goes above and beyond firmly believing the rules don't apply to her -- she takes pleasure in turning her female prisoners into her own personal servants. Terra believes her new batch of elves are especially attractive and comes up with a little game giving them a month to break her . . . or they die.
We are the last of the witches banished to the edges of the inhabited realm with arcane rules in place to ensure our survival. One of the rules being witches may only lay with ascended warlocks. For witches like myself who don't come from a famous house, we must take matters into our own hands by contacting our daddies on the other side, begging for their power.
I am but a vessel for my brilliant master's pleasure, created to serve her whenever she needs. I wait in my case for her: Sometimes it's days, sometimes weeks and weeks. Tonight she decided to torture me with my favorite electrocution devices.