Avert your eyes. Look anywhere but at the orb.

You do your best to turn your head away and look somewhere else. The effort is in vain however, as you are **** to turn back to face Thoros. You notice the orb glowing brighter, catching your attention. Your eyes are drawn to the orb, your gaze pulled to the ball as it floats towards you.

Frantically breaking eye contact, you try to look anywhere else in the room. All the while you fight against the girls holding you down. Their grip is as strong as iron and your struggles gain you nothing but pain as they hold you tighter.

The glowing orb drifts into your field of view, drawing your eyes to it again. It has begun to pulse brighter, and you can't help but stare as you try to see if there is a pattern. You hear a chuckle from Thoros and you feel panick rise. It is enough to jolt your gaze free of the enrapturing orb.

"You are strong to hold out this long ****, but you will give in soon." The orb once again drifts into your field of view. It's getting harder to look away as the orb draws nearer. You can't help but moan in despair as your eyes once again dawn in by the spell of the orb.

"No..." Your voice sounds far away in your ears. You fight desperately you shift you gaze again. If you had been able to look into a mirror, you would have seen your eyes mirroring the glow of the orb. Only the black of your pupils are still visible.

The hypnotic ball now hovers so close to your face it fills your entire field of view. Unable to look anywhere else, you see some kind of black line begin to form at the centre of the orb. The blossoming spiral works is way out from the centre, all they way to the edge. Once it has filled the ball, the spiral begins to spin.

Where as before you could at least look at other areas of the orb, the slow rotation eases your entranced eyes into the centre; drawing you into the spiral, falling deeper and deeper.

Caught up in the demonic magic, your eyes once again change to reflect the orb. Out from your pupils runs the spiral, matching its counterpart exactly.

"See my ****? Resistance was futile. So much wasted effort, and now all you can do is look into the spiral." Thoros is grinning triumphantly as your struggles come to a stop.

"Not... giving... up... Just..." You trail off. It's become too difficult to speak. Most of your effort was focused on resisting the pull of the orb, and now the spiral has consumed what little was left. It is calling to you, begging you to fall forward into it. To explore the compelling black line all the way to the end. Try as you might, you find yourself walking the path down the spiral, obeying the urge to find the bottom.

No matter how hard your entranced mind tries, it can not find the bottom of the spiral. All you can do is sink deeper, and become more relaxed. As this is going on, Thoros has turned and is issuing instructions to his servants.

"My **** will need help on her mission, as well as supervision. Find Xallia. She likes to play with her pets before breaking them in, bring her here." Turning to another servant, he issues another set of commands. "Begin gathering all the supplies my **** will need for an extended journey and bring them here." Both of the demons bow to Thoros and leave the room to comply. This allows the demon lord to turn his attention back to you.

"Can you hear me ****?" He asks you. You mind, so open and ****, offers no resistance.

"Yes. I hear you."

The demon lord grins. "Perfect. From this point on, I am your Master. You are my ****."

You nod, gaze still locked on the orb. "Yes Master. I am your ****."

"Your mind is empty. Your only thoughts are the ones I give you."

You nod again. The few remaining fleeting thoughts and whispers in you head going silent. You feel completely empty, ready to be filled. "Yes Master. I think only what you tell me to."

"Listen closely ****. You are still yourself, still the woman you have alway been, however you are now loyal to me. You will obey no other but me. Your first and last thoughts will be about serving me. Your body is mine to use as I please. You will make no attempt to break my hold over you. You are terrified at the thought of not being under my power. You will meet any attempt to free you from my control with ****, if you must. Do you understand?"

Your mind, absorbing his words like a sponge, takes the briefest of moments to process your Master's commands before you respond. "Yes my Master, I understand. I am Sabine, Paladin of the Burning Rose, but **** to Lord Thoros. I live to obey your every command. I will never seek to free myself, nor will I allow others to free me. I am your toy, your tool, your devoted ****."

Thoros smiles cruelty at you. "Very good ****. Never forget, obedience is pleasure."

You nod, a sudden tingling starting in your nethers. You have been an obedient girl, after all. "Yes Master. Obeying you brings pleasure."

Thoros makes a gesture with his hand. The orb slowly drifts down to your exposed, and sensitive, pussy. It slowly pushes past your lips and up into you. Instead of feeling the pain from you maidenhead being torn, there is a rush of warmth and then nothing.