Starts hypnotizing the poor warrior

The witch paused her teasing and walked over to Christina’s front. Muttering another spell, a faint red aura surrounded the witch. She reached out and firmly grabbed Christina’s chin, forcing their eyes meet. The witch’s eyes were striking, causing Christina to instantly feel lighter. They were unnatural, as if they were shifting between multiple colors every second. “Look into my eyes, pet,” she commanded, her voice sounding extremely soothing to the warrior. A small, faint voice in her head pleading with the redhead, begging her to look away, but she just couldn’t.

The two women stood there for a few minutes as the spell overtook Christina. She felt lighter and lighter, her knees weakening and shaking. Her body stopped being tense as she felt like she was melting into her ethereal bonds, the rope now feeling like a pleasant hug. Most of all though, Christina could feel herself dripping now, her pussy so soaked that she could feel her own juices slide down her legs. As much as her body was reacting, the redhead barely noticed. Her mind was going blank as pleasure overtook it. Thoughts of obeying this woman, of giving herself up to her, was all that she could think of, and those thoughts filled Christina with so much joy.

Finally the witch gently pushed the warrior to her knees, causing her to rest back on her calves and ankles. Despite their gaze being broken Christina continued to look up at the woman, transfixed. She was the most beautiful woman Christina had ever seen, almost like a Goddess. She knew that kneeling here was the only place she belonged.

“Are you my pet?” she simply asked.

Christina nodded. Her eyes were glazed over as a little bit of drool escaped her open mouth. She moaned and said “Yes...of course.”

The witch smiled, a devious look. She knew she had trapped her prey. Another one had fallen into her grasp, but this was the first woman she was able to claim on her own. The mistress of the castle, the fearsome succubus, provided the mage with many victims, unwilling captives to transform into the demon’s obedient slaves. While she took pleasure in her work, cruelty teasing them and breaking them, she owned none of them. Finally, she had one to claim for her own.

“Mistress,” she corrected her captive. “You will call me by my proper title...Mistress.”

“Of course, Mistress. Please...please forgive your pet for her mistake,” Christina pathetically moaned. The idea that she upset this goddess, no matter how small, tore into her being. To her, it was the gravest sin she should commit.

“Pet...we are going to have so much fun together...”