Rina torments her new plaything

Lux burns with frustration as Rina paces back and forth triumphantly, wand in hand. Magic of this kind isn’t totally unknown to her – she did just mess with a man’s mind herself, after all – but to be in this situation, fully aware but with no control over her body – it’s almost maddening.

An idea seems to strike Rina, and she gestures again with the wand. Lux’s hands move mechanically, pulling her shirt up and off, tossing it aside. The shoes, kicked off – then finally the breeches, leaving her completely naked. She can’t so much as cover herself. Rina watches with amusement the whole time; playing with a dress-up doll, just like she said.

“I’m not sure I ever even asked your name,” Rina muses, pacing in a circle around Lux, behind her back. “Not that it matters at this point. I’ll give you a new name, if I can be bothered to think of one.”

Lux feels a cold touch on the small of her back – the wand? Then, pain, like needles stabbing, like burning ice, radiating from the point of the touch. She hears a stifled squeal emerge from her own throat. If only she could move, turn around – not being able to see makes the sense of powerlessness so much worse.

The pain retreats, leaving a tingling sensation. Next, she feels Rina’s hand against her skin in the same spot – warm in comparison to the wand. The contrast makes it perversely pleasurable. Part of Lux would give anything to keep feeling this touch – anything to avoid being punished again…

“Yes, destroying your mind all in one go would have been efficient.” Rina’s voice is a whisper in Lux’s ear, breathy, sending a frisson down her spine. “But I’m going to get to train you so well. Maybe, in the end, I won’t need the controller any more…”

A stinging slap lands on Lux’s ass. She can’t flinch. She can only stand and take it as a second strike follows, a third, a fourth…

“That is, if I don’t get bored of you first. I might hand you over to the men for breeding – that’s a good use for a fat” – slap – “cow.” Rina pauses. “Then there’s poor Avin. Just as expected, he’s an empty shell now. Much more controllable this way. Maybe I’ll have him kill you, when the time comes. I’m sure it’s what he would have wanted.”

Rina walks back around in front of Lux, uncomfortably close. Her fingers trace the curve of Lux’s breast, pinching the nipple every so slightly. Gods, Lux wants that touch –

“What do you think? Would you rather be my ****? My toy? Receiving pleasure and pain however I decide? Or are you just a piece of meat to be used up?”

Lux can’t reply. Rina raises the wand, and Lux’s body obediently twirls on the spot. Her stomach lurches with nausea.

“Well, I’ll just let you think about all that for now,” Rina continues, her tone sickly-sweet. “There’s plenty more fun to be had first…”