It had been almost a week since Marissa had tried to enchant her, and Taylor had barely seen her dorm-mate since then. Beyond telling her to get some sleep when the enchantment had lasted longer than expected, the temporal calibration proving itself to be off by a small margin, they’d not even exchanged a word. She’d had to talk to Professor Alabaster, of course - leaving out the bits about the sexy stuff; she figured she wouldn’t formally report the attempted assault in exchange for Marissa saying nothing about the liberties Taylor had taken - and he’d been quite understanding, walking her through the relatively painless process of making an incident report and giving her advice on how to discuss that evening’s events in her paper on the build. Marissa, being an involved party, would’ve been asked to look it over, and clearly hadn’t raised any objections, at least none that warranted Taylor being notified, so clearly she was willing to let it be, at least in part. So that raised the question: where on Earth was she?

Taylor felt for her dorm-mate, she really did. Clearly she’d been fed a seriously messed-up worldview that she was only starting to question, let alone the mess that was her understanding of her sexuality. Combine that inner turmoil with her level of drunkenness that night, and Taylor was far more inclined to try help her out than blame her for it. Still, that wasn’t to say she wasn’t on her guard, and so she’d made sure to keep Kathreptis, the Autom, nice and close by whenever Marissa was in their rooms with her. Not obviously, she’d hoped, but enough that the Enchanter wouldn’t try any funny business, but rather have a serious conversation with her. However, given the amount of time that had passed, Taylor was beginning to consider asking her specifically to have a chat. The blonde hadn’t shown up yet, however, and it was getting quite late, so Taylor decided to postpone it for another evening, shutting down Kathreptis and getting in the shower.

As she stepped out and wrapped the towel around her, Taylor had about a second to register the tip of a wand poking around the door. She gasped as a blinding flash of pink hit her square in the chest, feeling a brief moment of fear, and then…

Relax.

Obey.

Pleasure.

Obey.

Submit.

OBEY.

Her thoughts were swept away by a tide of pink, and her mind faded into nothingness.

***

Marissa had to stop herself from crowing in satisfaction as Taylor’s posture went from panic to complete calm. The towel fell from the Mechanist’s muscular figure as her arms went limp, a dazed smile spreading across her face. This was perfect. None of those half-measures she’d used last time; now she was sober, she’d been able to come up with a far better plan: completely wipe out any thoughts from her dorm-mate’s head, leaving her entirely submissive to her will. Now… now, she could get her revenge.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?”, she growled, closing the distance to the brunette, roughly gripping her chin to bring her dopey gaze down to meet hers. “Not so nice, and thoughtful, and pitying, now there’s nothing in that fucking skull of yours. And now, I get to do to you, exactly what you did to me.” She pulled Taylor’s body close, forcing a kiss upon her unresisting lips. As her enchanted slave began eagerly kissing her back - and she was a damn good kisser, that was for sure - Marissa’s hands became free to roam the Mechanist’s body, caressing those luscious tits and gorgeous muscles that she’d been unable to get out of her head for weeks now. Taylor moaned lustily into the kiss, but otherwise did nothing, standing there and letting Marissa have her way with her. This was good, but Marissa needed more. Breaking away from the kiss, she shoved Taylor in the chest, causing her to stumble back a pace. Grabbing her by the shoulders, she forced the pliant body to kneel before her, Taylor’s knees slamming into the tiles. “There we are. That’s where you fucking belong. Now, beg for my forgiveness, and maybe you’ll get into my bed like you want,” she snarled. To the Hells with what Taylor had said, Marissa was certain that this was the Mechanist’s fantasy, that she’d somehow gotten into the Enchanter’s head.

Taylor, staring up at her, gorgeous brown eyes wide, immediately prostrated herself, kowtowing with her head to the floor, arse up in the air in a way Marissa was sure was intended as seductive, because why else would she be staring at it? “Please, Mistress,” the brunette whimpered. “Forgive your humble slave for forcing herself upon you that night. I’m so sorry, I was bad, I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I don’t deserve you…” Taylor continued on, mouth unable to stop without an order, and Marissa lapped it up, as much as she lapped up the view. She slowly circled her slave, as the brunette continued on. “I don’t deserve you, you’re so much sexier and more powerful and- ah!” She cut herself off as Marissa brought her hand down on her arse in a stinging slap. She’d been intending to repeat the action, but found herself instead sinking her fingers into the dark cheeks, spreading them apart and revealing Taylor’s pussy to be already glistening with slick.

“What a slut,” Marissa gloated. “You’re so horny for me, aren’t you? Say it.”

“I’m so horny for you, Mistress.”

“So eager to be put in your place.”

“I’m so eager to be put in my place.”

“So willing for your mindless body to be used.”

“I’m so willing for my mindless body to be used.”

“Ready to become my thrall.”

“I’m ready to become your thrall.”

“Yesss,” Marissa hissed, landing another slap on Taylor’s behind. “You wanted to be enchanted, and used, and toyed with, didn’t you? Wanted to drool your brains out all over my bed while your mind was nowhere to be found. Wanted to shamelessly show off that slutty body, all cute and bouncy and dolled up and shaven and perfect for your Mistress…” A deep part of Marissa’s mind registered that that description was off. Taylor’s body didn’t “bounce”, it was all muscle. And Taylor was decidedly unshaven, messes of (cute? No, where did that come from?) dark curls plain to see between her legs and under her arms, as well as a fine fuzz on her thighs. No, those descriptions would better apply to- But she cut herself off there, instead standing up and yanking the unresisting Mechanist with her.

“Apology accepted,” she cooed, a saccharine, sadistic smile spreading across her face. “Now let’s have you make it up to me in the bedroom.”

Marissa had been expecting to walk to the bedroom together, Taylor obediently trotting behind her like a well-trained dog. Instead, she was literally swept off her feet, the brunette’s muscles flexing as she lifted her into a bridal carry, striding seemingly without effort into the next room and depositing her gently onto her bed. Taylor’s face betrayed no sign of emotion - as indeed she was experiencing none - as she lowered her nude form over Marissa and began to kiss her once more, hands reaching beneath her for the zip of the dress she’d worn today. Marissa, mind struggling to catch up, allowed her access, the brunette pulling down the zip and undoing the clasp of her bra at the same time, pulling them off in one smooth motion to expose the blonde’s torso to her eyes. Taylor then bent down for a kiss, the assertiveness briefly fading away as she allowed Marissa to lead it, both witches moaning into it as the blonde’s tongue probed further into the brunette’s mouth. Taylor broke the lip-lock and began to trail gentle kisses down her Mistress’ cheek, across the curve of her jaw, along her collarbone, and then, ever so slowly, onto the soft flesh of her breast. Marissa bucked and moaned under her slave’s ministrations as the Mechanist brought a hand to her other breast, gently rolling her rapidly hardening nipple between two fingers. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” she hissed. “I should’ve done this weeks ago; who knew you’d be so- ah!- eager to please?” Taylor’s worship of her chest - there was really no other term Marissa could come up with for it - continued for some time - how long, Marissa was unsure - the brunette beginning to add gentle nips and pinches, switching sides with her mouth at one point as she mindlessly continued at her assigned task. Marissa found herself almost losing control; desperately, she tried to remind herself that this was all payback for what this figure of beauty- no, this lesbian slut, she tried to tell herself- had done to her. This definitely didn’t tell her anything about herself, even if she might genuinely be having the best sex of her life right now.

Taylor seemed to recognise how close Marissa was getting already, and moved her attention away from her chest, dragging her lips down the plane of her tummy, moving inexorably towards her crotch. The Enchanter whined as the Mechanist removed her lips, only to moan instead as her hands slipped under her arse, bidding her to lift her hips up to allow her to remove the rest of her dress. Taylor’s emotionless gaze met Marissa’s as her body was fully exposed, leaving just the two of them sprawled naked on her bed. Then the brunette slowly lowered herself back down, pushing Marissa’s obedient legs apart and nuzzling her cheek against her thigh, before ever so gently prodding at the blonde’s pussy with her tongue. Even this light touch was enough to get Marissa to practically launch herself off the bed, prompting Taylor to brace her down with one arm and begin eating her out in earnest. Every flick or swipe of her tongue against Marissa’s folds or clit was enough to draw another throaty moan from her, Taylor’s eyes once more blankly meeting hers across the bed. Marissa realised that at some point she had started babbling semi-incoherently. It took what felt an eternity for her to consciously register what she was saying.

“Yes, Taylor, just like that- oh, Sisters, more- you’re being so good- you’re doing so well- fuck, more…”

This wasn’t sounding like it was about humiliating and dominating Taylor, any more. It sounded like she was doing this for her own pleasure - and she was, of course, but that had been a secondary goal, right? She was meant to be the one in charge here, not a writhing mess dampening the sheets, pinned under Taylor’s muscular arms and begging her for attention that she’d give no matter what. She was making it sound like she wanted Taylor, which- no, that was not a path she could take herself down. Shakily, she managed to gasp out “s-stop.” She whined once more as Taylor’s lips and tongue left her as the brunette knelt up on the bed, looking at her with a beautiful- no!- blank, doe-eyed expression. Marissa forced her expression into a scowl. She would master these feelings, once and for all. She was the one in charge here, and she would show it. An angry growl emerged from her throat as she forced her shaky legs into a sitting position and, grabbing Taylor by the shoulders, flipped the two of them round, so that she was now leaning over the limp, supine Mechanist, whose expression had still not changed. “Right,” she growled. “I’m the one in charge here, and I’m going to prove it. So you’ll lie there, you’ll take what I give you, and you’ll thank me for it. Understood?” Without even waiting for confirmation, she shot a hand down to Taylor’s dampened cunt, plunging a finger into her dark folds.

Taylor’s face instantly changed from blank obedience to the picture of pleasure, the muscular girl writhing beneath her Mistress, moaning with each thrust of Marissa’s fingers. The bedroom was once again filled with the sounds of begging, moaning, and obscene wet noises, this time coming from Taylor as her Mistress set a brutal pace. “Please, Mistress- harder, more, ohhh- you’re so good…”

“Who’s in charge around here now?” Marissa hissed. “Who’s being so nice by fucking you? You look so much better under me. You’re never going to contradict me again. You’re going to know your place. You’ll stop tempting me with your beautiful face, and gorgeous body, and niceness. You’re going to stop giving me confusing thoughts. You’ll-” she knew, somewhere, that she had lost control of what she was saying, but found she couldn’t stop herself- “stop making me think that I’m wrong, that my family’s wrong, that I might be something other than perfect. You’ll stop giving me feelings for you. You’ll-”

“Please, Mistress, I’m so close,” Taylor begged, pulling her in tighter, their chests rubbing together-

“You’ll stop making my beliefs feel wrong, you’ll shut the fuck up, and you’ll GET! OUT! OF! MY! HEAD!”

Marissa felt Taylor clench around her, a gush of warm liquid spreading over her hand as the brunette captured her lips in a kiss, moaning deeply as she came, and then sobbing as-

No, hang on. Marissa was sobbing. Why? And why couldn’t she stop? Taylor kissed her again and again, gentler this time, tears rubbing from Marissa’s face on to hers. Fuck, she still couldn’t stop. She was full-on ugly crying now, more words spilling from her mouth as her body was wracked with sobs. “I- I don’t u-understand… I d-don’t know what you’re, you’re doing to me… w-why I’m feeling like… like…”

Taylor’s left hand gently moved from around her waist up to stroke her hair. “Hey,” she soothed. “Hey, it’s okay.” Her right hand traced a path down Marissa’s hipbone and into the gap between them, up to her still soaked slit. The Mechanist kissed her gently again. “Want me to take care of this for you?”

Some part of Marissa knew that this shouldn’t be happening, that Taylor shouldn’t be doing anything without explicit orders, if the spell was still in place. But that part was buried deep beneath the much larger part of her that needed comfort and reassurance, which in that moment nodded, and sniffled, and murmured, “yes, please…”

Taylor gently pulled the two of them up into a sitting position, so that Marissa was now in her lap, and began to rock her fingers against and into the blonde’s entrance. Marissa gasped and sobbed quietly, burying her head into Taylor’s shoulder as she softly but inevitably fingered her to a quiet orgasm, whispering sweet, soothing nothings into her ear. Marissa shuddered one last time, arms by this point firmly around the Mechanist’s broad shoulders, clinging to her as though she were the only real thing in the whole world, and then she slumped against her, allowing herself to be drawn into another gentle kiss.

They sat like that in the silence of their room for a while, before Marissa finally found the energy to speak. “Y-you’re not enchanted any more, are you?” She coughed, realising her throat was parched. Taylor shifted slightly under her and, raising her voice slightly, called out, “Krini?” After a second, an Autom - one Marissa was more familiar with - trundled into the room, dispensing two glasses filled with water. Both of them greedily drank theirs down before Taylor spoke up.

“Yeah, I’m not. I think your concentration started to slip when you flipped us over, and then it was completely gone when I came.”

“When you- oh, Sisters, I made you- I forced you to-” Marissa tried to back away, to get some distance from the Mechanist who by any rights should hate her, but found herself held back by her embrace. Taylor fixed her with a look that wasn’t necessarily comforting, but definitely sent the message for her to stop.

“We can talk about that aspect of what just happened later. Correction - we will talk about it later. But for now…” She sighed and tried to pull Marissa back in. After a second, the blonde acquiesced, slumping against Taylor’s chest once more as she continued. “For now, I think you’re honestly more in need of aftercare than I am. So, be honest - how are you feeling? About me, tonight, yourself - anything. Take your time.”

Marissa sniffled again, and allowed herself to take a minute to just breathe and process what in the Hells had happened. After a while, Taylor’s hands tentatively resumed stroking her hair, and Marissa found herself snuggling closer to her, ignoring how sweaty and sticky the two of them were. Eventually, she took a deep breath, and spoke.

“I- I’m not really sure about most of it, to be honest. Like… I don’t hate or mistrust you, any more. I can’t, can I, after-” she gestured vaguely- “all this. You’re way more patient than anyone has any right to be; did you build an Autom for that too?” Taylor chuckled slightly as she continued. “But, yeah, I… guess I’m into… that I might be… that I… like… IthinkIlikegirls.” Tears threatened to well up again as she finally forced herself to say it.

“There we are, well done. That was hard for you to admit, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, burying her face against Taylor’s shoulder and trying not to bawl her eyes out. After a moment, the brunette spoke up again. “Do you… mind sharing why?” Marissa took a deep breath again, and tried to put her thoughts into words.

“I… my parents have… a very particular definition of success. One that is… cut-throat. That doesn’t allow for niceness, or moral consideration, or anything other than being a perfect clone of them.” Once she’d started, it became hard to stop, all the doubts that she realised had been festering beneath the surface now springing to light. “And it worked for me, I thought. All throughout school, anyway. But then, as I got to know you… I started asking myself whether they were right. You don’t care about your image, or your social standing, or how much wealth or power you have. And you were so much… yourself, in a way I realised I wasn’t. Especially when it came to who you allow yourself to care for, and… to love. And I… was jealous, and scared, and… I think I’ve always had a crush on you, but I never allowed myself to admit it. And… I need to let that all go. Because when I enchanted you, I’d gotten everything I thought I wanted. Absolute power, absolute control, just for the sake of it, not out of trust or love or anything like that. And then I realised I’d had more fun when you were in charge… and that I was feeling terrible about what I’d done, and didn’t want to ever do it again.” She pulled away from the embrace, still in Taylor’s lap, but now looking her directly in the eyes. “I- I raped you,” she whispered. “I- how are you okay with being anywhere near me? I’m a horrible person…”

Taylor met her gaze unflinchingly. “You’re feeling guilty about it. You’re admitting fault. You’ve expressed an intention to do better. That doesn’t make you a horrible person, it makes you a flawed one, who’s recognised her flaws. But yes, if you want to move on to that subject… yes, you raped me. Just like I sexually assaulted you last time. And that will take some getting past, it’s true. But as I said, you want to make amends; become the sort of person who would never do that. I think you might already be. I think it’s fair to say you weren’t entirely in your right mind this evening, were you?”

Wordlessly, Marissa shook her head, not trusting herself to say anything. Taylor continued.

“And so, if I can help you figure yourself out; if you’re as serious as you appear about improving; then I don’t want to deprive you of a way to do that. I don’t want to abandon you because your parents screwed you up and you had one lapse in judgement - a severe one, admittedly, but one you can come back from. So… what say we get ourselves cleaned off, and in the morning we can talk next steps. That sound good?”

Marissa nodded tentatively. “N-next steps like what?” Her voice sounded small and scared now, but she was too drained to care.

“Well, I think getting you a therapist might be a good start. But like I said, that’s for tomorrow. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.”

Marissa nodded in agreement. She climbed off Taylor’s lap and slowly began looking around for her clothes, now scattered across the room. “Could… could we shower together? You’re allowed to say no, and I don’t really know why I’m asking, but…”

After an agonising pause, Taylor nodded. “Sure. But we will just be showering, okay? Nothing else.”

“Of course.” Hearing her distrust stung, although it was completely understandable. “And… may I hug you?”

Taylor allowed this with fewer reservations, drawing the blonde in against her muscular form, Marissa finding tears welling up in her eyes again. “You… you’re still too nice to me,” she whispered.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“...No, I don’t think so. As long as you don’t.”

“Never.”