“Just some kind of horror! This war is nowhere worse for us! First, the news that the Empire, with the support of creatures from the Demonia in another dimension, defeated the invincible mistress of the seas, Queen Cassandra. They say that she heroically survived the captivity, and then, together with our forces, drove the enemies from their lands. How I would like to be like her even from the part! Although, they say, she looks more like Amazons than priestesses ... And now this! Only received the support of the Queen of Cassandra fleet - immediately received a crushing defeat on land! The horror is not so much in the number of lost cities, but in the fact that Baldor, one of the imperial generals, smashed all the fire magicians with his werewolves, and not only blew it ... Horror, how could these nonhumans only come to such a head — rape those caught in captive guys from Clan Fire! I heard how werewolves from the group of Mad Dogs come with captive women, but these guys are the children of noble families! Mind is incomprehensible! However, the Imperials managed to demoralize us perfectly - the magicians of fire are now “out of shape”, and they were the basis of our magical powers — only priestesses of the Fire Clan remained, and representatives of the magic of air, water, earth ... but they are not fighting wizards.

I am Shana Hellfaer-Bladeblade from the most ancient kind of fire mages and swordsmen — I will not hit my face. I am the best of the young priestesses and can become the high priestess of the Clan if my father abandons attempts to marry me. The priestess of the Fire Clan cannot be a married woman, she must devote herself to service, which means that in the event of her marriage, the witch’s career does not shine for me. And it's not even about the loss of chastity ... we have many girls already ... well ... well, not girls. Simply, the lack of temptations and too violent emotions allows you to better control the fire. But I do not plan to get a guy yet. What more! Oh, how much trouble. And then I met my friend, the southern Amazon, Mrs. Leila. She is like a big sister to me. I love her very much, but I do not like her cheeky way of life - she changes men like gloves. Although, the Amazons live according to the rule “men are slaves of our strength” ... They do not enter into marriage and for them such behavior is the norm. But not as often! Picked up some skinny kid in tatters - hired him, you see, as a baggage handler ... as if she had a lot of baggage. Cain was called, in the Vampire Queen's castle soaped ... a vagabond beggar. Well, if I treated him like a slave, and that’s what happened until yesterday. And today he looks at this miracle in feathers like a cat on a mouse. I know her look. It is good enough that now, when it is dark, not to ask questions, why she asked him to help her set up the tent. I know her! That went into the woods for a walk. "Firefly" for light, a pair of spells, repelling mosquitoes and all kinds of animals. I'm not scared, just hurt that instead of communicating with me, my friend prefers to “communicate” with this ragged one. Wow, how evil I am! ”- such thoughts were in the head of Shan, wandering through the night forest.

The girl went far enough away from the parking lot, but she was not afraid of getting lost, it was impossible with knowledge of magic. She was young - she was 18 - beautiful and, as, indeed, all the magicians of fire, stubborn and quick-tempered. Flaming Shana - so called her friends not only for her character, but also for her magnificent red mane of gorgeous hair. The priestess walked and gurgled with anger and resentment at her friend, thinking at the same time, and if the problem is that she, too, has long been staring at boys and even regularly masturbating in the bath, but still a virgin. These thoughts infuriated her even more - she was proud of her innocence and took care of her for ... for ... for something worthwhile! Shana refused to admit that she was jealous of her girlfriend’s full life and continued to roam the forest.

Having calmed down a bit, the girl decided to go back, but before that go to the bushes. It was a warm summer night and she was in a light vestment of a priestess of the Clan of Fire, similar to a tunic. Out of habit, after looking around, Shana sat down and relaxed. As soon as she decided to get up, male voices began to reach her ears. What they said was unclear, but their presence in such a place aroused suspicion. Soon, three figures appeared in the darkness. The firefly priestess extinguished beforehand.

“And I didn’t think that everything would come out so smoothly,” came a voice that apparently belonged to a young man of 20 to 25 years old.

- Ha, our dad - the head! With him we will not perish! And now, quietly back home - this war is zadolbala! - the voice belonged to an older man.

- Silence both and walk, alive! We may be haunted, so do not relax! - this was clearly over 40.

- “Deserters! We already have problems, and these cowards are fleeing from the battlefield! ”- Shana found the object to exit her rage. She decided to stop the men — she could defeat ordinary soldiers — just to spit.

- Well, stand!

“Who are you?” - after a few moments came the voice of a senior.

“I am Countess Shanah Hellfaer-Bladeblade, priestess of the Fire Clan, and you are all arrested for desertion!”

Before the girl, delighted with the easy victory, managed to do something, the trio ran away in different directions. Sparks and light "Fireballs" rushed after them - she was not going to kill them and held back the power of the spells. For a couple of minutes, the girl pursued what seemed the youngest to her, and then ... Bach! The soil went out from under their feet and Shana fainted.

The priestess awoke with a ringing in her head - a consequence of the dastardly blow to the head from the ambush. She found herself prostrated on a small stone slab covered with moss - apparently, an altar for worshiping some spirit. "Great, here my magical energy will be much higher!" But it was not there! Rough thick gauntlets were put on Shan, which prevented her from making any gestures with her fingers, her hands were tied like feet. On the back of the countess ran a chill.

- Well, what are we going to do with her? - the voice of the young came. All three stood nearby at the small fire and talked.

- Hey, Dad, you need to kill this girl, but she will not give up. How to drink give will pass! - it said average.

“Look, I’ve come to my senses,” with these words, the elder approached the prisoner. - How did you sleep? Is it convenient?

The girl spat awkwardly at the one who asked and shouted:

- Immediately release me! Yes k-to-how dare you !? For this you ... - they did not let her finish. The elder shoved a gag from her dirty stinky cloth into her mouth and tied it so she wouldn't spit it out.

- Oh, brisk then what kind of goat got!

- The girl helplessly moaned angrily at her offenders, not wanting to calm down, and they surrounded her. Now she could see them — all three of them were quite large. Senior with graying hair and a short beard. Medium - the largest - with a tum, and the youngest - wide-shouldered, tall, but thin and with acne.

- So what to do with it? The most nervous junior was again asking.

“Well, we will always have time to finish it, son ...” said the elder thoughtfully. Shana only now realized what a terrible situation she had gotten in and shrank from these words, shivering slightly. - But, if you think about it, we have nowhere to hurry ... We do not seem to be pursued after all ...

- And what do you suggest? - With a grin spreading over his mouth, the middle asked.

“But let's fuck her, and then we haven’t had a woman for a long time, and then what a“ hot ”one got - a priestess of the Clan of Fire! Yes, and I love young girls, and she with her mane painfully reminds your mother when she was young - in a hunt for a fuck there was a curvat! - from these words Shana began to kick with a new force. However, also unsuccessfully.

- And really, hot thing ... And why not? - the average continued to grin. - I have never had such beauties. So, who is first?

“I, naturally,” the elder announced in a tone that could not bear the altercations and began to tear the priestess's clothes apart.

The girl wriggled as best she could, but the shackles did not weaken, but the clothes remained less and less. Until she turned out ...