Thoros gets a second chance to enslave Sabine.

From her kneeling position, the sleeping body of Sabine waits silently as time passes. From time to time Demons come and go from the room, and two more paladins are also lead into the room to be placed by the circle. After an unknown time has passed, a powerfully built demon enters the room. He signals to Sabine's body, and two other demons move to lift the woman to her feet.

From there, Sabine is lead through the hallways deeper into the abbey. The demons lead her into the dormitory wing and to the door at the end of the hall. There they stop and open the door. One of them gives Sabine's sleeping form a gentle push forward, while another pulls the panties, still stuck to her slit, from between her legs. Sabine gasps and shivers from the stimulation to her engorged clit.

As the door closes behind her a deep masculine voice rings out from the other side of the room. "Awaken Slut! It is time we finished our business."

The voice penetrates the thick fog of magic and sleep that has keep your mind shackled. It takes you a few moments, as your thoughts begin to return to you, before you even begin to process your situation. Within moments, your last memories return to you; ridding away in panic, stopping to rest while hidden in the forest, the irresistible fatigue, and stopping to rest against the tree.

Suddenly you realize that you can no longer feel the tree against your back, nor the rough fabric of the blanket wrapped around your body. Your eyes snap open, adrenaline beginning to flood your body. You have less than a second to take in everything around you, before your vision is filled with a throbbing red glow. Even as your eyes lock onto the orb in front of you, your brief glace was enough to tell you that you were in War Mother Gisella's personal chambers. You were also able to see two figure in the room with you. A young woman, and Thoros.

Despair washes over you as you realize that you have been captured, and are once again in the hands of the demons. You have failed your mission to warn the others of your order, and to carry the Sword of St. Magdalena to safety in Gerlangen. You hang your head in shame, and defeat, breaking eye contact with the orb.

"Do not look away Sabine... Stare into the orb... Obey your War Mother..."

Your head snaps back up in shock, and you look towards the source of the voice. It is coming from the young woman standing beside Thoros. Noticing your shock, the demon lord barks out a laugh.

"She was always so much more desirable when she was younger." He said as he leers at the woman's body. "Too bad the strain of everything here seems to have broken her, mind and soul. Still, I will take great pleasure in fucking her body, once the seal has been broken and I can fully enter this world."

Examining the woman closer, you realize that she does look like a much younger version of the War Mother. Just as Thoros had said, she was far more attractive in this younger body. You feel your body react to the sound of the demon lords voice, once again heating up in response to the raw sexual power he exudes. Before you can act, the orb moves into your vision again. It's pulses have become brighter and faster, pulling at your gaze, trying to trap you into never looking away.

You try to move away, to run out of the room, but your body is still feeling the effects of the cursed sleep the magic circle placed on you. You let out a soft cry as you loose you balance and slump to the floor. Even as you are falling, the orb is moving to follow you, to remain in your vision.

Realizing that you are not going be able to get back to your feet, you desperately try to crawl out of the room. A part of you realizes that you are exposing your pussy to the demon lord, but the rest doesn't care. Your only want to get out of this room, away from the evil demon and the enticing glow of the orb. A part of you knows you can't escape the abbey, but you don't care. You won't let Thoros have the satisfaction of turning you into one of his fuck toys. Incubus, succubus, even an imp would be better than letting him have the satisfaction of seeing you obsess over his cock until the day you die. The demon's laughter follows you as you drunkenly pull yourself along the floor. You know the effort is futile, he will be upon you in moments and then it will be over.

You feel hands clamp down upon you and begin pulling you back. You don't struggle, you can't. The last of your energy is quickly flowing from your body. Much to your surprise, you see that it is the War Mother, not Thoros who has you in their grasp.

"Don't run Sabine... You must stay... You must learn... Obey your War Mother..." Her eyes might be blank, and the words spoken in monotone, but the strength of the grip is the same as always.

Within moments, the War Mother has you on your knees, her naked body pressed up against your back, and is holding you in place. She is so close, and her grip so tight, that you can feel her nipples digging into your back, and smell her mindless arousal. She uses one hand to hold your head in the direction of the orb. You know that there is no escape now. The orb is no longer flashing, but is glowing a steady red, and your eyes have once again locked onto it. It will only be a matter of moments before it moves close enough to fill your vision.

The War Mother leans in closer and begins whispering into your ear. "I am your War Mother... You are one of my paladins... Repeat your lesson..."

The command, so ingrained into you from your years of tutelage, attacks your very instincts. You reply without thinking. "Yes Mother Gisella. You are my War Mother, I am you paladin."

The red orb now fills your vision completely, bathing you in it's soft warm glow. No matter where you look, there is only the orb. You can already feel it's hold over you increasing. Soon, you won't even have the will to try to avert your gaze from it's warmth.

"A paladin serves her War Mother... She does not question orders... Repeat your lesson..."

You were ready for it this time, you bite down on your tongue, trying to resist. The flash of pain is dull, and quickly fades in the glow of the orb. You groan, and Thoros chuckles in response.

"A paladin serves her War Mother... She does not question orders... Repeat your lesson..."

You try once again to fight back the compulsion to reply, but the power of the orb is weakening your resolve. Your eyes have begun to mimic the red glow of the orb as it's power over you grows. You can't stop yourself from moaning out in protest.

"No..."

Gisella is undeterred. She once again whispers into your ear.

"A paladin serves her War Mother... She does not question orders... Repeat your lesson..."

You can't stop yourself, your mouth begins to move, your voice leaving your throat.

"Yes Mother Gisella. A paladin serves her War Mother. She... She... She does not question orders."

A spiral has begin to blossom from the center of the orb. Your eyes, now glowing red save for the pupils, reflect this change. You can see nothing but the spiral and the red glow, it is in front of you, behind you, anywhere you look the spiral is there.

"A paladin does not disobey orders... She can never think of disobedience... Repeat your lesson..."

The orb has begun to spin, the spiral within pulling at you to fall into it.

"Yes Mother Gisella... A paladin does not disobey orders... She can never think of disobedience..."

Deeper and deeper you fall, your mind growing steadily quieter.

"A paladin is a **** to her War Mother... The War Mother's orders are absolute... You are my ****... I am your Mistress..."

So great is the influence over you that there is no hesitation. Gisella is no longer your War Mother. You are her ****, she is your Mistress.

"Yes Mistress... A paladin is a **** to her War Mother... The War Mother's orders are absolute... I am your ****... You are my Mistress..."

In your memories, the few that your entranced mind can still recall, you no longer call Gisella War Mother. She is now Mistress Gisella.

"You have no thoughts... Only the orders you are given... Repeat your lesson..."

Your mind is now completely blank. There is only the spiral, and the orders from your Mistress. You must obey the orders of your Mistress. You can not question the orders of your Mistress. You must repeat your lesson.

"Yes Mistress... I can think only of my orders... I can think of nothing else..."

The hand holding your head moves down to your exposed snatch and begins to rub your most sensitive areas, the other moves to your breasts and takes firm hold. You are too far gone in your hypnotic trance to notice, but the fallen War Mother has a degree of skill that you would not have expected of her. She is skillfully manipulating your cunt with one hand, while pleasurably pinching your hardened nipples in the other. Already under the effects of Thoros' perverted aura, you begin to race towards a powerful orgasm.

"Obedience brings pleasure... The more you obey... the greater the pleasure... Repeat your lesson..."

You do not hesitate. You respond instantly.

"Yes Mistress... Obedience brings pleasure... The more I obey... the... the..." You are cut off suddenly as your body spasms with pleasure, the orgasm rolling through you from head to toe. You squirt so hard, that you spray both yourself and the woman behind you. Gisella stops her ministrations and speaks to you again.

"Your Mistress is a **** to a Master... I obey Lord Thoros... The orders I give you come from him... You are Lord Thoros' ****..."

Your mind quickly absorbs this new information. You are a **** to Mistress Gisella. Mistress Gisella is a **** to Lord Thoros. You are a **** of Lord Thoros. You must obey Lord Thoros. Obeying Lord Thoros brings pleasure.

While you are processing this information, the orb sinks slowly down until it is at the level of your soaking cunt. It hovers there for a moment before moving slowly to your opening. Without stopping it moves up and inside of you. There is no pain, only warmth as it passes through your maidenhead.

Thoros, having watched the entire exchange with a smile upon his face, now stands up and walks toward you. He stops a few feet in front of you and speaks. "Awaken ****. Awaken and serve your Master."

With the orb gone, it's effects have also dissipated. The spiral is no longer visible, and the glowing has stopped. You blink as the demon's voice pulls you out of your trance and back to awareness.