A knight in shining armor

It had been the most productive day Mina's little store had ever seen. By lunchtime, she had sold more merchandise than the previous year. She was going to have to put in a rush order for more clothing if tomorrow was going to be anything like today. And that was just the business side of things. Dozens of girls (and even a few guys) had been ensnared in her hypnotic web, and the threads in her mind were thrumming with more energy than she had felt so far. The energy she got from enslaving one was more than enough to stitch a curse into another outfit, so it was an exponential feedback loop of raw power. Every girl that stumbled out of the store in a new outfit and post-orgasmic haze fed her growing power like a bonfire.

Now all that was left was figuring out what to do with it. She had a few more sex toys she wanted to curse, but with this much power, she felt like she needed to do something really special. Maybe she and Abby could figure something out over a dinner date...

Mina was finishing up sweeping the store for the day when the bell on the front door jingled. She grimaced in annoyance, glancing up at the clock clearly reading ten minutes past closing. She really needed to take that sign down so she could go home and relax. "So sorry, but we're closed for the-" she turned towards the door and froze in confusion at the sight that greeted her.

A young woman stood just inside the doorway. Unlike all of the other girls today, she was clad in a leather brigandine, with a chain mail shirt jingling beneath it as she strode into the room. A sort of linen cowl was wrapped tightly around her face, with a part that came up to cover her mouth leaving her eyes free to give Mina a cold glare. "I've finally found you, witch," she growled as the sword in her hand was raised to a proper guard position. It didn't look like some mall-grade trash either. The scratched blade was simple, unadorned, and barely as long as her forearm. Not like the weeb garbage she saw at the conventions she attended.

"Look lady, I don't know what-HEY!" Mina jumped back as the girl lunged forward with a quick thrust, instinctively wielding the broom to fend off her attacker. "What the hell?" She was soon **** into a scrambling retreat as the armored woman launched into a series of quick slashes that splintered the broom handle in Mina's hands. It was almost surreal. 'I'm going to get fucking stabbed by LARPing weirdo,' flittered through Mina's thoughts as she frantically parried each skilled swing. It took her panicked mind a moment to realize the obvious solution.

"Wait a minute," Mina said out loud, her panic subsiding as she gave the woman what she hoped looked like a cocky grin. "I don't have to put up with this." She tossed aside the broom, clapped her hands and eagerly watched the woman....completely shrug off the threads that tried to latch onto her mind. "Wait, what the fuck!?" Mina was in disbelief at her powers failing now of all times. The woman had flinched as if she knew what to expect, but when she seemed to realize she wasn't entranced she lunged forward with renewed vigor. "Your hellish magic won't work on me, witch!"

Without the broom's feeble defense Mina's survival instincts kicked in as she lashed out with her boot, catching the woman in the shin. She wasn't very strong, but her boots were very heavy with their thick soles, and the woman crashed to the ground with a curse. With a few precious moments to breathe, Mina backpaddled into the tailoring annex, frantically thinking a way out of this mess. Her eyes locked onto one of the sewing machines, still busy stitching spiral patterns into a pair of stockings. The machine, moving all by itself...

The woman had regained her feet and had started towards the rear of the store when glowing purple strings erupted en masse from behind the curtained off section. The woman cried out and brought her blade up to defend herself, but the threads weren't aimed at her. The glowing strands burrowed into the clothing that lined the racks around the store, and the woman barely had time to gasp in surprise as a maelstrom of fabric leapt from the shelves and plowed her under a tidal wave of goth clothing.

Mina emerged from the annex, glowing strands of power emerging from the tips of her fingers as the day's bounty of energy was poured into animating her wares. The armored figure was barely visible as she was buried beneath dozens of outfits, her sword spinning away beneath one of the clothing racks. It felt like she was trying to juggle chainsaws with one hand and solve a rubix cube with the other as she somehow directed the linen storm to pin down and strip the woman.

After a tense few minutes, the strings broke off from her hands and she stood there panting as most of the clothes fell limply to the floor. The woman was left kneeling on the floor, her armor tossed aside and looking incredibly enraged as she fought against the gothic lolita dress that had **** its way onto her and was holding her in place. Whatever curses she might have been spewing were muffled by the rolled up stocking crammed into her mouth. Seeing her frantic plan had worked, Mina let out a relieved sigh. "Holy shit that was close," she breathed She risked taking a few steps closer to get a better look at her attacker.

The young woman was nearly as short as Mina, and had a certain native american look about her, with tightly-braided black hair and dusky skin. She had an athletic build like Abby, though she was broader in the shoulders and her muscular arms looked solid enough to anchor a boat with. Even in the adorably cute lolita dress, she had an aura of angry tension about her, like a steel wire drawn taught. Her glare would've melted Mina then and there if looks could kill.

"So you wanna tell me why I shouldn't call the police on you?" Mina asked her sharply. The woman just continued her muffled grumbling, though she gave no indication to hearing Mina. That's when she noticed the earplugs in her ears. "Wait, did you really block my hypnosis with these?" she asked, carefully reaching down and plucking one out. The woman vainly tried to flinch away from her touch, making muffled sounds of angry denial.

"We'll see about that," Mina promised coldly, clapping her hands again. The woman flinched again and Mina could feel the threads digging into her mind...only to snap as the woman somehow managed to fight it off through sheer willpower. "Seriously lady, what is your deal!?" Mina cried in frustration at her powers failing again. The woman just sank into a silent glower at her and refused to budge.

"Fine then." Another idea had crept into her mind and a tired smile crossed her lips. "Since you destroyed a lot of my merchandise, you'll just need to work it off." She motioned up with her hand and the woman grunted in surprise as she stood up. It had taken almost everything Mina had to animate the outfit, but so far it was working out nicely. Between the dress, the matching opera gloves, the lacy stockings that had wormed up her legs, and the high-heeled boots, the woman was effectively a marionette as the animated outfit puppeted her body onto the window display stand of one of Mina's now-destroyed mannequins. "I didn't bring any lube, sorry, about that," she called out as the woman was lifted up into the air and brought down onto the rounded tip of the stand's pole. The woman cried out in pain as her asshole was speared by the plastic, and she was left lodged there as Mina dug into her purse and produced an egg vibrator. With the woman impaled on the pole, she was helpless to resist as Mina slid the buzzing toy inside of her . "I was intending on surprising my girlfriend with this, but you'll just have to be my test dummy. Not only is the battery never gonna run out, it'll stay inside of you no matter how hard you push, and each time you cum it'll make you even more sensitive. I was gonna have her stream all day with this inside of her and see how well she could hide it on camera. Guess I'll just have to look forward to how you are holding up in the morning."

After locking up for the night, she gave the strange woman one last look through the front window. Frozen in a cheeky pose with one hand **** into a peace sign and the other pantomiming blowing a kiss as she stood on one leg with the other raised playfully behind her, it was hard to tell she was a living, breathing person. Aside from the cold glare in her eyes tracking Mina as she hopped onto her moped and rode off for home.