Bend Your Nee Warrior

"Who in Tessari's name is that?" the sorceress glared tiredly at the warrior in armor cutting through her ghouls and imps like paper. Then again, the imps practically are paper. But ghouls? They are such a head-ache to summon, and should be more than enough to slay five knights at once.

"An, uhm, an adventurer it seems, your Darkness."

"I can very well See that. Someone as capable as her clearly must have a name for herself." She said, lethal annoyance filling her words like the warrior filled her hall with the clatter of fighting.

"Well, erm, I'm not sure, y-your Darkness." the lowly imp assistant flittered nervously around her.

The sorceress studied the warrior's movements. She wasn't like the brutes and barbarians that came before, there was a calculated elegance to her movements. The sorceress licked her lips excitedly as the knight slew a slow but powerful Belphegor with five stabs in each weak spot. The way she danced between foes, every muscle moving as one, even her armor and sword moved as though they were a part of her. She was light on her fight, yet heavy in her strikes. A body forged for war, and a mind crafted for brilliance.

"I must have her." An excited, almost unnerving smile spread across her face as the warrior slew her last minion.

The warrior panted as she stood atop an exceptionally large pile of bodies, her sword plunged deep in one of them. With a heavy sigh, she freed it from the corpse, and marched steadily towards the sorceress. Her imp minion hid frantically behind its own tail. "You there, magic user! Are you the Matriarch of the Dark Arts? The one terrorizing the local Kingdom?"

"That is I." The sorceress said, studying the warrior still, and paying secondary attention to her words, "May I just say you are quite the marvel. You slew a demon horde that took me weeks to summon and restrain. Your force, intelligence, and agility all work in tandem. Truly amazing..."

The warrior, slightly thrown off, was unsure of how to respond. "Oh, uh, thank you? I'm here to kill you."

"Hmm, is that so? You're very straight to the point, I like that." The sorceress tapped her chin as if thinking, "Well now I just feel rude."

In an instant, dark chains radiating a purple energy wrapped the around the warrior, who immediately tried to jump away to no avail. Instead, she felt her knees buckle, and her arms fell limp.

"Oh, by all means, do squirm. I love when they squirm. You may outmatch all my demons, little warrior, but I am a mighty sorceress. Demons don't exactly start out obedient." She said, placing her hand on the warriors head, holding her steady despite her relentless struggling. The magic chains began to creak. The sorceress looked uneasily down at the warrior's face, the embodiment of pure fury.

What is this woman made out of? The sorceress thought, By the gods, I wouldn't be surprised if she was half god herself. The sorceress pushed heavily down on the warrior's head, a hex appearing around her wrists.

The warrior twisted and turned and pulled against the chains, her rage consuming her. She would not be beaten. "You damned Sorceress! I will be your end!"

"So many before you have said that, so many will after. You got the closest by far, even though you never laid a scratch on me." The sorceress smirked at her bound opponent, before a moment of concern passed as a crack appeared on the chains. "Bend your knee, warrior."

The warrior's knees felt like jelly, and shook wildly. But she stood tall still. Her body ready to hold up the world if need be.

The sorceress smiled. She found the chink. "You are indeed a ferocious combatant, and a brilliant mind. But dear adventurer, you let your emotions control you." The hex turned red, and the sorceress reached in. She grabbed the strings of anger, fury, and passion, holding them over the warrior, who was now completely frozen in place. "Looks like I found out which strings to pull, little warrior. Tell me your name."

"Nikita..." the warrior's eyes were glossed over, and her mouth hung slightly open; as if she were not entirely there.

"Good girl. Bend your knee, Nikita." She said, allowing the chains to disappear

Nikita fell to one knee, arms limp at her sides. Her anger, fury, and passion still held above her like strings on a puppet. "Yes..."

"You will refer to me always as either Mistress or your Darkness. Understood?"

Nikita shook slightly, one eye twitching, until Mistress tugged on her strings, making her eyes gloss over again, "Yes, your Darkness."

"You will denounce your righteous obligations, and become my prized possession."

"I..." the warrior's mind spun, briefly returning to Nikita, afraid, helpless, weak, "Yes... your Darkness..."

The sorceress, noticing this, reached in and took those emotions out too, holding them with the others, "You will only feel what I allow you. For now, you are only granted obedience." She reached in again, and took more strings. Humor, terror, pride, even her memories, everything was taken from her mind, all strewn above her like wires, only leaving her able to cling to Obedience. Her everything, all that she was, only obedience.

"That was much more difficult than I anticipated. You almost broke the chains, even resisted for a moment when I had your strings. What a wonderful catch you are." The sorceress spoke as a dull, drooling smile spread across the warrior's face, "Let's see why you really came here..:"

The sorceress took the strings of Nikita's mind, spinning them together to reveal the truth of her memories. "Let's see here... From a distant land, slain countless evildoers, blah blah blah... Ooh, here we go! You sought to be bested, and taste sweet defeat. A mighty warrior who seeks defeat? Now that is rare. To think, what would townsfolk say if I walked right on through, with you bound and collared behind me. Displaying your helplessness, how you are mine."

The strings swam in a myriad of colors, guilt, desire, helplessness, craving, all flowing through her now externalized mind. "My my, looks like our little Nikita is a submissive. Gods I am so lucky!"

She snapped the strings from Nikita's body, wrapping them around her hand, "These are mine now, just as you are. Follow me to the dungeon, I have an outfit perfect for you. We're going to have so much fun! To think you came here to kill me."