Throw that knife!

The moment you see the first horse, you throw your knife at it. At the last second the rider yanks on the bridle, turning the horse to move it out of harm's way. The blade sinks into his leg, but he's too far away for you to hear if that seriously hurt him or not. Whatever; it's a hit. You recall the knife and throw it again, this time at the next horse. This one's rider--a curvy female, visibly so even from this far away--avoids the blade entirely, forewarned by her companion. You curse and draw back for the next one--but that's it. There's only the two.

Two you can manage. You throw the knife again, higher this time in the hopes you can injure that second rider. She dodges this one just as easily. But they're getting closer. You leave the knife for now and draw out your whip, readying both.

That's when you see the crossbow the male rider is leveling at you. If you dodge, you'll miss your chance. Only one other option, then. You lash out with the Whip of the Dom. The crossbow snaps and the bolt shoots forward at the same time. Oh please let this-

OW! Unholy Daughters of Belia, crossbow bolts in the midriff HURT! Your whip entirely missed the bolt (could you really expect to pick that tiny thing out of the air?). However, it had a rather interesting effect on the horses. As it finished its lash with a loud *CRACK*, both horses jumped. They whinnied loudly and stopped their forward momentum, trying to stop as abruptly as possible. Both slide just a bit closer--and you started laying into everything you could with both whips.

The Lust Whip cracked one way, the Dom Whip the other. Both the beasts were screeching, terrified. The male rider tried to get another shot, but his horse's violent movements prevented him. With one particularly malicious crack of the Lust Whip across the beast's flank, it bucked him off. The female rider was launched next, and both horses spun away from the terrifying demon.

You stare in stunned amazement for a moment. You can't believe that actually worked.

The snap of a crossbow and another sharp pain in your leg reminds you that you've only **** them to dismount, and that you now have a pair of violent and presumably angry heroes on top of you, and very little HP remaining. Jumping away from the male, you tackle the female even as she struggles to climb to her feet. The both of you topple over, and you take the chance to guess her class as best you can.

Lots of curves. Heavy breasts pressing against your small ones. Kinda hard to focus...Leather armor. No big sword. Knives? Rogue?

With that terrifying though, you do two things: first, you press your lips into hers and start sucking HP for all you're worth; and second, you try desperately to strike her with the Lust Whip.

*Status condition caused: Submissive*

Ana's goddess must be smiling on you right now. You break the kiss, glad enough to have more than half your HP again, and look the girl in the eyes. You can see anger in there, but there's that small glint miss Bard was sporting.

Another click, another crossbow bolt. This one flies high; apparently he was concerned with hitting his partner. Too bad she's your partner now. "Alright, my little slut. I'm going to tie you up and positively ravish this luscious body of yours, but first you're going to help me incapacitate your partner over there."

"Why would I-?" she begins, confusion flooding into her eyes.

"Because your Mistress ordered it!" you hiss into her ear. You roll the both of you over, placing her on top like a meatshield against more bolts. "If you're a good little slut, I'll give you a reward later. If you're a bad little slut, I'll have to punish you."

You're screaming desperately that this works internally. Outside, you put up the perfect air of a dom. You can see her mind struggling to accept what her body is telling her to do. For a little bit more encouragement, you slip one hand down between her legs and rub her gently over her leather armor. "Wouldn't you much rather be my good little sub who gets rewarded?" you whisper sultrily. She whimpers, and you know you've won.

Things have grown quiet. "Huny? Did you get her?" the man calls out.

"Tell him you've paralyzed me."

"Not dead, but she's not moving anymore!" your pet calls back.

"Dammit. Why did we have to run into a mob now! And what's this crazy bitch doing in this noob forest, anyway?" You can hear rustling as the man rises to his feet. His bootsteps start approaching.

"How long can my wonderful little pet stun him for?" you whisper.

"Ten minutes, maybe eight if he resists well."

"Do it."

Huny stands up and meets the approaching man. You lay perfectly still, just as you are, eyes open just enough to see where the two meet. At first you don't see anything, and he pushes past her to come closer to you. A moment of panic grips you as you wonder if somehow you failed. Then his eyes cross and he tumbles to the ground. Ah, of course; rogues do it from behind.

You climb to your feet and look down at the man. He can't move his body, but his eyes are flitting around in utter confusion. Perfect.

"M-mistress," you hear your new pet whine. Turning to see her, you can finally get a good look. Gorgeous, auburn locks spilling around the skintight, black leather jacket. A narrow face with high cheekbones, currently twisted in a pitiable look of **** need. Leather pants that she looked quite uncomfortable in as she rubbed her thighs together.

"You did wonderful, my little pet. You get a reward."

Joy flits across her face--and confusion too, as her conscious mind is still struggling to accept this new attitude. Best to keep her busy so she can't think too deeply on it. "Strip for me."

She practically flies out of the tight leather that was encasing her. "Ah, strip him, too," you order.

That will keep her busy enough for you to think about what comes next.