The Mistress of the castle does not take kindly to the witch’s presumptive actions

Christina dutifully followed behind the witch as she walked down the stairs. It had been a few days since her fall, since the witch had invaded her mind and made her submit. Her days have been filled with tight, restrictive bondage and lots of sex. Her Mistress loved making the former warrior service her pussy, and once conjured a magical strap-on to fuck Christina from behind. Christina loved every minute of it, as the witches magic **** her to desire anything her Mistress wanted.

They started to cross the large entrance hall, Christina following behind the witch, being led by a leash. She was still bound in that ethereal rope; the mage loved to tie and retie her in various intricate designs. Currently she had a relatively simple harness, designed to resemble a pentagram above her chest. Her arms were still bound together but at the wrists, with her elbows also lashed together, giving the appearance of an armbinder. She was naked except for a collar, also an ethereal, glowing construct. The witch had conjured it as a way of permanently keeping her spell on her ****, keeping her constantly dull and subservient. Even though it wasn’t needed, a tight, red ball gag was **** into Christina’s mouth. The witch wanted it as a precaution, as her new pet could get quite...loud...when she played with her.

As the two walked across the main hall and towards the dungeon, a deep voice rang out. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out, Selene?” Christina’s Mistress froze in her tracks, her back going rigid as her muscles tensed up. It bewildered the hypnotized girl, utterly confused but intrigued on what this being was. The witch...Selene was apparently her name...looked terrified. “My Queen,” she stammered. Her haughty was replaced with fear. “I...I can explain.” But before she could, Serene screamed out in pain. She sank to her knees as she shrieked. After a few seconds the pain stopped, leaving the witch panting.

Black smoke filled the room, wisping through the air lazily. The room filled in till Christina could barely see anything, except for the smoke wrapping itself around a figure in front of the throne room’s entrance. Suddenly, a guest of wind hit, despite being inside. The smoke cleared, leaving another woman to stand across from there.

Actually, woman was not the most adept description of her, as it was obvious that she was a demon. She had traits of a human: curves and alluring hips, an ample bosom, long jet-black hair, and sexy, red lips. However, the rest of her was unworldly. Her skin was an ashen grey, with contrasted with the black corset she was wearing and matching, leather panties. Her breasts we exposed over the top of her tight corset, large and firm. From her black hair the warrior could see two long, curved, black horns. Behind her flapped two large, bat-like wings. If Christina was less dull and subdued, she might have easily realize that this was the succubus she was looking for.

She advanced forward, waving her hand. Christina’s Mistress cried out as an invisible **** seemed to grab her wrist and pulled them high above her, in till she was restrained in the air. “So, you betrayed me, Serene?” The witch started to protest but the demon cast another spell, pushing a back panel gag into her mouth and across her face. “Silence, toy. You thought you could just claim one of my slaves for yourself? We have a deal, my pathetic witch. I wouldn’t doom you to a lifetime of slavery but, in turn...” she smiled as she pinched the mage’s cheek, “You would serve me and send me my slaves. And you have failed me.”