>You're one of the last remaining Horde soldiers in the camp, mainly because you were taking a shit while the fighting was going on
>Finally wiped you burst out of the outhouse ready to fight
>All your comrades have been chased off
>Only one there is some tall, tan princess riding on a bunch of plant vines
>Before you can even take a swing at her more vines tangle around your limbs and life you into the air
>Instead of just instantly throwing you or moving on she seems to be taking her sweet time
>You begin to realize she's gonna take everything out on you, being the last man standing
>You struggle against the vines as they just get tighter and tighter around you, the princess's evil grin expanding with every second
>You think for sure you're about to have your guts squeeze out like toothpaste until the pressure stops building and a new sensation becomes clear to you
>The vines are removing your armor
>And then your jumpsuit
>And slowly slithering up your bare legs
>You look at the princess, her grin now a maniacal ear to ear smile as she slowly moves closer to you
>She takes your cheek in her hand as you see more vines rising up and wiggling all around the two of you
>You swallow hard and let out a timid "p-please be gentle"
>Her evil grin softens up into a genuine, kind hearted smile cause you to relax just a little
>"no"


>Day 57
>I wish to call myself a "POW" but I feel more like a slave to some rabid beast than a prisoner
>Whenever I am not "in use" I'm tightly confined in a small house seemingly made out of plants
>I beg her every night to start asking me questions, to truly start interrogating me
>I promise I'll tell her everything I know about the horde
>She always just shushes me and "gets to work"
>She's never gentle, her vines coil around me painfully tight, her seemingly delicate hands clutch and crush with surprising strength
>I try to hold back the screams
>She seems to like that, so I just let them out eventually
>Whenever I do she eagerly presses her lips against mine
>She really seems to enjoy me screaming directly into her mouth
>When we started upon my first capture she never used more than one vine
>Now she never uses less than two especially thick ones
>By the time we're done my body is a sore, bruised mess covered in sweat, blood, and other fluids I don't wish to mention
>I hoped eventually my mind would break from this abuse and in madness I'd find some escape, but after every session she adopts a loving and nurturing persona to help me regain my composure
>She's so effective at this that it always works, her gentle encouragements and meditations rejuvenating me so I never adapt and numb to the brutality of the next day
>I pray some day this war will end, but at the same time I fear when it does Hordak won't be the victor and this will be my life forever from this point on
>Please god, save me


>Day 179
>Perfuma proves crueler with every passing day
>She's no longer content with bruises and gasps, she wants blood and screaming
>Her vines whip you hard enough to leave gashes, crush you so hard you think you'll snap
>She sometimes uses vines with thorns now, thankfully only on the outside for now
>It seems like he's absolutely hellbent on making sure her sessions with you can be heard across her entire kingdom
>Sometimes she brings her subjects into the tent to make them watch
>In the brief moments you can focus you see their expressions, they range from deep uncomfort to absolute horror
>You've developed instincts to save yourself
>You know you need to clench or she'll stretch you further until you're "tight enough"
>You know when she sits on your face you have to start screaming even if the pain is moderate, she likes the vibrations and she'll make you scream
>Survival instincts you tell yourself
>The horrifying thought that you might be getting used to her, you might even be enjoying your sessions with her, always lingers in your brain
>After her increasingly brutal sessions conclude she always provides the finest and most nurturing after care you could imagine
>Even her stitching your wounds seems pleasant when she does it
>It takes every shred of will you have to remind yourself that she is a princess, the enemy of the glorious horde, and keep yourself from slipping into stockholm syndrome
>But even still a niggling little feeling tells you that they will win this war and you will never be freed from this torment
>Your fears grew even stronger today though because of something she mentioned during the after care
>"Oooh! I should introduce you to my friends!"
>Hordak save me



>Day 184
>Perfuma has made good on her word and introduced you to her friends
>The entire fucking Princess Alliance
>Most simply seemed very, very disturbed by the whole situation and made quick excuses to leave
>You'd hoped at least one of them would demand to take you away for questioning, no such luck
>At the end the only Princess who stayed in the room was the perpetually groaning one, Mermaidsta or something
>Her demure started off bored, like she wanted to be somewhere else
>But the moment it was only her and Perfuma she smiled
>She told Perfuma to strap you down
>The next moment you were flat on your back, Perfuma's vines tightly binding you to the Earth
>And the moment after that the princess had her pants off and sat down on your face
>The survival instincts you developed for Perfuma began to kick in and you started to lick, but the moment you did she lifted herself and told you not to do that
>Again she sat down, this time you fought your programming
>She just sat there
>Speaking directly into her crotch you began to try mumbling out "am I supposed to do something"
>Halfway through your sentence she raised her tritant and screamed "FOR THE HONOR OF GREY WHALES!"
>What the fuck does-
>OH FUCK!
>As if she'd been holding it in all day an absolute explosion of piss began to spray onto your face and fill your mouth
>You began screaming, which very quickly became a gargling
>You attempted to spit out as much of a extremely salty, slightly cod liver oil-y liquid from your mouth but the most bizarre thing happen
>The liquid, as if controlled by magic, just kept forcing its way into your mouth and down your throat even if it fell out of your mouth
>Finally, after what felt like an entire minute of this, the stream piddled down to a couple drops
>You noticed the entire time Mermista never changed, she still sat there staring off into nothing and holding up her tritent
>And in this pose she even whispered "swallow it" out the side of her mouth
>Despite every instinct instructing otherwise you do, and when you do the princess finally stands back up and puts her pants back on
>She told Perfuma to never tell anyone about this
>Perfuma promised that her secret was safe with her
>And told her to come back anytime
>That night you had a very pleasant dream that an artillery shell hit you directly