Doctor Strange

Clea looked up at Stephen Strange, her magic bonds holding him, sending pain through his shaking body.

"What's the matter, Stephen? Didn't you realise I was the sorceror supreme. Don't worry, I can teach you things, broaden your horizons, show you new dimensions of pleasure and pain."

"Clea," gasped Doctor Strange, followed by a scream of pain, as his cloak of levitation ripped itself from his neck, and flew to Clea.

"Don't try to fight it, Stephen. There's so many containment spells you can never escape. You're my slave, now and forever."

"Clea," he gasped again. "Why have you changed?"

"I've not changed. Just broke my old slave and need a new one."

Doctor Strange looked at her quizzically.

"It was Wong," she explained, "but it felt so right."