She instills a new hierarchy

“She has more manners than you do, Serene,” the Mistress said as she pat Christina’s hair. “Perhaps you two chose the wrong roles, hmmm?” Both women looked shocked at the demon’s sudden attention on Christina. For Serene, her pride took another blow as her mind raced with fears that this lowly adventurer might usurp her position. For Christina, the effects of the various magics afflicting her left her stunned, in disbelief that she was receiving so much attention.

“I have a fun idea,” the succubus said, smiling. With a snap of a finger, suddenly both women’s outfits changed. Christina found herself unbound, dressed in silky, seductive black robes, the same ones the witch was wearing. Poor Serene, however, found herself bound exactly like Christina was.

Serene looked very sexy in the rope harness, Christina couldn’t help but note. Her arms and elbows were bound together behind her back, forcing her chest forward and making her breasts seem ginormous. Serene was shocked by this sudden reversal and started to mutter and spew protests to herself, staring daggers at her former ****. However, all three of them could easily see the juices leaking out of Serene’s pussy, teased by the new rope running through her crotch.

The succubus looked pleased at her little trick and the lustful, dominant aura she was radiating was infatuating Christina. “This suites you more, Serene. Or...well, that isn’t a name a **** should have, now is it? Do you have a suggestion, girlie?” Christina was shocked at the question. She thought of herself as a strong warrior, one who took pride in her strong moral compass...or at least, she was. It seemed silly, being restrained by such morals and ethics she thought to herself. This seems to much easier...and more fun. She was oblivious to her corruption, of how much she was already twisted by the succubus’ magic.

“Cuntlips,” she answered, a wicked smile stretching across her face.

The demoness laughed as Serene’s cheek went crimson, her eyes looking down in shame. “I couldn’t have said it myself, sweetie,” she cooed. She waved her hand again and she was now holding two leather leashes. Christina felt something grasping around her neck and looked down. One of the leashes attached to a fresh collar, tight and snug around her neck. The black leather contrasted with her skin and the leash was attached to a single, large metal ring on the front. Serene had the same one as well, matching the redhead. The two girls felt a firm tug from the leash and they stumbled forward towards their Mistress. As they came closer, the demoness jerked their leashes downwards and the two women magically fell to their knees.

The succubus pulled on Christina’s leash, forcing her to rest on her haunches and lean forwards as the woman leaned down towards her. As Christina came face to face with the Mistress the more terrified and excited she felt. The woman’s eyes were like a deep void of cruelty and despair, a concept that both horrified the former warrior and made her even more **** for the demon’s approval. The Mistress studied Christina for a few seconds before addressing her.

“I own you, Christina. I own you both,” she started. “This fool thought she owned you but she was just a thief. You are my property and...Cuntlips...stole you from me. Do you understand?” Christina weakly nodded her head, too terrified to do much else. “However...not all slaves are equal. And I see...potential in you. Potential that you yourself do not see. Therefore...”

She held out Serene’s leash to Christina, offering it to her.

“Join me as one of my loyal minions, devote yourself to me. If you do, think of...Cuntlips...here as a signing bonus.”