She Fights

"I'd rather die blade in hand than become one of your twisted slaves!" Forna drew her greatsword again, taking a stance. "Do your worst, monster."

Luroon chuckled. She had no doubt that this Amazon was a powerful warrior, but she couldn't hope to beat Luroon in a fair fight. And the demoness wouldn't even grant her that.

"Oh dear! What ever am I to do? I couldn't possibly face such a fearsome warrior all on my own." She snapped her fingers, and the door to the Amazons' cell opened.

"Pets, defend me."

Forna felt her strength fail her as her mother and former sisters-in-arms stepped between her and her foe. Zirna shook her head with dissapointment.

"I'm so ashamed of you right now, Forna. I thought I raised you to be wise in battle. Can't you recognize just how powerful and superior and sexy Mistress Luroon is? The only wise move is to give in and worship her glorious cock!"

Agvar stepped forward and cracked her knuckles. If she had still possessed her old physique, she would have been intimidating. As she was, it looked almost silly.

"Listen to your mother. Otherwise, we have **** but to stop you ourselves. Each one of us will gladly lay down our lives for our Mistress."

Forna raised her sword, but she knew she couldn't swing it. Not against them. They weren't even armed.

She cast her sword aside and raised her fists instead. Even if she couldn't slay her brainwashed sisters, she could knock them out.

All three of them leapt at her at once. She gave Pallta a hard blow to the stomach, and shoved Agvar against the wall. But when her mother swung at her, she hesitated. It was long enough for take a blow directly to the side of her head.

Truth be told, Zirna didn't hit all that hard. She hadn't trained at all during her years of imprisonment, so her punch was weak. But her old combat instincts guided her fist to just the right spot, and down Forna went.

"Hold her down." Luroon commanded the Amazons. They did so immediately, and even once Forna had recovered she couldn't break free of their grip. At a simple gesture, Luroon's minions brought manacles and chains. In no time at all, she was attached to the wall of the cell, helpless to do anything but struggle in vain against the thick iron.

Luroon ran a claw along Forna's face, starting from her temple and working her way down the the chin, following the curve of her jaw. She presses just hard enough to draw, leaving a crimson line on her defeated face.

"Mmm, there are so many things I could do with you, my new pet. Countless depraved pleasures I could wring from your body. In time, we'll try them all. But which one to start with?"

Pallta bounced eagerly. "Can we try my idea, Mistress? I reaaaaally want her to eat my ass!"

Luroon grinned. "A decent proposal. But should we really reward her with pleasure just after she attacked me? I have a better idea..."