<p>You are a farm boy, just of age, from a small village on the planet Eternia. You have a friend from the neighboring village, Emira, and you were even allowed to kiss her on the mouth. You are a virgin.<br> Dark warnings have long been heard about a castle in the Mystic Mountains and an evil sorceress who is said to live there. Your friends think it's an old wives' tale, so you set off alone into the mountains on a sunny day to pass the time and maybe meet a hermit. As you reach a cliff and begin your climb, you notice a strange whisper in the wind. It draws you in, fills your mind and you know exactly which direction to go. You cross a mountain ridge and see a fearsome castle on the horizon, shrouded in dark clouds and lit by lightning. A large snake head rises above the battlements. This is the legendary Snake Mountain. You want to turn back and tell your friends when an invisible clamp grabs you and makes you stumble further towards the castle. The pressure becomes more and more intense and you start to sweat as you fight back. But in vain. It's like long, claw-like fingers are pulling you foward. In the towering wall in front of you, distorted faces stare down at you. Suddenly you see a figure on the battlements against the lightning-struck sky. She raises an arm and points at you, it's like you're walking into a wall of steel. You sink into blackness...<br> You wake up. Your vision clouded, your body sore. Your skin is covered in cold sweat. As you try to whipe the sweat from your forehead, you can't mobe your arm. A chain is firmly wrapped around your arms, your shoulders, your hips and legs. There are know locks or shackles. The chains seem to fueled by a power that lets them slightly move and tighten as they feel your movements. What witchcraft is this?<br> You look around your dungeon. The walls are made of roughly hewn stone. The only decorations are distorted, melting grimaces that seem to flow down the walls. It is surprisingly warm and you can hear the rumble of seismic activity. A volcano perhaps? The floor is surprisingly clean for a dungeon and light globes floating below the ceiling bathe the room in a dim light. Suddenly you hear footsteps echoing in the distance. Slowly and purposefully, they seem to be coming down a corridor towards you. The rhythmic clacking of heels exudes a sense of sovereignty and power. Whoever is walking there is in no hurry, but has no time to waste either. The footsteps become louder and you feel the air seem to charge up with a crackle. Then you see a woman coming around the corner. An unnatural aura surrounds her. She owns the steps and radiates all the power you felt. Her slender body, its strange yellow skin glistening slightly, nestles in a dark blue breastplate that shows more than it hides. Her long, slender legs are clad in high boots with fur trimmings in the same dark blue. Her hands, whose long fingers always seem to curl in an elegant, dancing motion, swing up and down beside her hips. But your gaze is immediately caught by her hard, arrogant eyes. Her thin, black eyebrows are raised in a mocking arch, her dark red lips slightly parted...<br> She stops just before you, rests her hands on her hips and slowly examines your exposed body from toe to crown like a tiger examines a piece of meat. The moment lasts a little too long to be pleasant. She arrogantly juts her chin in your direction. Although the chains hold you almost a foot off the ground, you get the impression that she is looking down on you.<br> &quot;TsTsts..Like a lamb walks to the butcher...&quot; she purrs in a dark voice.</p>