Internal Monologuing

Olivia lies in bed, Ursa is behind her cuddling her. Even knowing that Ursa is like her, trapped in her own mind, unable to move or act on her own will, it still feels nice being close to her. In moments like these when they're not being directly controlled they have something almost like control. They can't speak or act freely, but they are capable of subtly controlling their actions, it's why when they're not being directly controlled they often end up together like this. At least Olivia assumes the same is happening for Ursa. She feels herself, almost like in a dream, start to press back against Ursa, feeling her breasts press against the back of her head and she sighs internally.

This was ****, even the feeling of her lover's embrace feels like it's happening to someone else. She wants more than anything to be able to turn around, grab Ursa and kiss her, to feel her properly, their tongues intermingling, bodies pressed together, feeling Ursa's harder, fit body pressing against her own softer one. She never gets to feel anything, not really. It's all just like she's in a daze, watching from somewhere else.

Well except... The only time she feels anything she feels it perfectly and overwhelmingly and that's when she's **** to bed the monster who did this to her. The feeling of his touch, his body, his cock entering her. It's overwhelming and sets her nerves on fire, it's pure ecstasy and she hates it, but she longs for it, because it's the only time she feels real.

It took her some time to recognize what had happened to her, but she remembered she's seen it before. Her uncle was a priest like her, but much stronger and he had been gifted with a miracle from the divines, the mark of submission. She remembered when he had shown up to the family home one day when she was younger and he had with him a bunch of monsters, a wolf girl and two devil women. They had seemed awkward and she remembered how one of them had suddenly lit up and looked so happy when her uncle had merely touched her shoulder. He had explained that they were willing converts and they were happy to serve. They had stayed in her home for a few days doing menial tasks and every night they would be called to her uncle's room for what she had been told at the time were prayer sessions. They had looked so happy at the thought and so Olivia had believed all of it, but now. Was this what was happening to them too? Trapped in a prison of their own mind as their body did what was commanded of them.

Were they seemingly so happy because being touched or used by her uncle during those "prayer" sessions was the only time they could really feel anything. The thought sickens her. She wants to believe it was different, that this version that had been used on her is some sort of corruption of the miracle, but she isn't convinced. Not when she can see herself so perfectly in those slaves of her uncles. She remembered he had called them penitents, but she can't think of them now as anything but slaves.

She feels it immediately, her master's call and as one her and Ursa rise from their positions and head out. It seems the siege is starting and Doom wants her and Ursa. There is a part of her that hopes she'll die, maybe Doom will finally kill her or she'll get cut down by one of her old allies. It would be a mercy, she thinks, but then thinks back to her own knowledge of this miracle and wonders if anyone was even aware of how it works. Did her uncle truly believe he was helping them?