>>5240861"<span class="mu-i">May the bonds that bind you loosen, and the illusion of form distort beneath the forces of the world.</span>" You do not have the expertise to cast magic without a lengthy incantation. It helps that you have a soft and feminine voice, though. By the times the brigands become aware that it's not their boss speaking, you've finished the spell. "<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">[Hardness Control: Soften].</span></span>"
You can feel your magic drain. It takes a lot out of you to cover such a wide area, but when you see the results, you know it's worth it.
All but one of the brigands sinks into the mud you've made of the forest floor, their cocks sliding out of the maid as they suddenly <span class="mu-i">drop</span> as far as they can go. It's because of how they were positioned, each of them on their knees, putting their weight on such a small point. The maid floats atop the mud, unresponsive as mud splatters over her naked body when the brigands flail about. Having sunk up to their necks, they struggle to move.
The one who made it out had fallen back with a dopey smile after nutting into her mouth, and then scurried up to solid ground when he felt the dirt begin to soften. In a panic, he's bumbling for his trousers, trying to pull them back up and redo his leather belt.
"Damn fire haired witch...!" one of the brigands shouts, his anger apparent in his voice. "Getting the drop on us..."
"Sven, I swear to the gods, if you say 'rape correction is needed' Imma kill you when I get out of this."
"I'm not gonna say it." Sven says, the anger still in his voice. "But I'm gonna think it."
"Gods' damn it."
"Undo this magic, foul witch!" A third bandit growls at you. "You have no idea who you're screwing with..."
"Yeah, what Alric said!" A fourth looks up at you. He's little more than a boy, really, puffed up, annoyed, and probably secure in his strength as a young man. "A real big shot wanted us to mess them up! Their father was disrespectful to-"
"No client names, Edvard!"
You pinch your nose, looking the bandits over. All of them relatively young men, with Edvard probably no older than 16 or 17. No doubt the lowborn pawns of someone else's schemes, just trying to bring back some money for their families. Though you do have to wonder what their mothers would think about how they treated the maid as a cum-rag.
"That was a very poor choice of words, you know." A light shines in your eye as you undo the spell... returning the ground to its original hardness, making it even harder for them to move. "There. It's undone."
"Why, you...!"
"O-Oh, shit, she killed big sis!" The one brigand who escaped gives a panicked look at the woman's corpse, and then at you. With his hands up he backs away. "Look, milord innit payin' me enough ta fight, you miss... I'm gone, I swear!"
Before he hears your answer to his words, he bolts.
>Go after him!>Punish the others with death.>Punish the others with humiliation>Punish the others with a permanent scar.>Ignore them and help the maid.>Write in. 