Fall Far, Sink Further

by Queen Zii

Tags: #cw:noncon #D/s #dom:female #f/f #fantasy #scifi #sub:female #bondage

An assassin’s failed attempt on the life of the evil Empress Mirideth Asazlaiyn leads to despair, fear, and more pleasure than she ever dreamed possible.

The dark figure gently crept amongst the rafters of the large hall, careful not to make a sound. Looking from above, they could see their target, sitting on an obsidian throne, looking very bored. A tall, curvaceous woman, ghostly pale, long black hair hanging down in straight layers. She wore very... eccentric clothing, all black and glittering in the light, as if she were wearing the carapace of some strange insect. Her face was adorned with an elaborate butterfly mask with opaque dark lenses over the eyes, and her corset and lack of skirt or pants accentuated her body, an entirely intentional aspect of her apparel. On her feet she wore calf-high boots of that same strange material, they had incredibly impractical heels, though it wasn't as if the rest of her clothing was any more practical.

She sat staring across the open stone hall at three armored men brandishing swords. They were metal hulks of steel and righteous fury. They were here to at long last defeat their tormentor, their oppressor, Empress Mirideth. "You know why we've come, wench!" exclaimed the man in front, pointing his sword at the woman on the throne. "You've oppressed our people for too long!" At this, the woman simply stared, a dull expression on her face. 

"Nothing to say, have you?" The second man bellowed. All this, the figure in the rafters knew, was simply a distraction, giving them time to get into position. Silence filled the room, as the men stood on one end of the hall, and the woman sat on her throne on the other. The figure made their way slowly closer to the throne, to Mirideth herself. Readying themself to strike at the critical moment.

"You know how this goes by now. All you lessers do." The woman finally spoke, her voice smooth and deep. It occurred to the figure that they'd never actually heard it before. "You come in here, cut down my thralls, and bellow at me. And all I have to do is decide when to kill you. Why do you still do it?" Then men simply stood, still defiantly pointing their weapons at the Empress.

Several seconds passed, the figure in the rafters making their way closer. Directly above the Empress now, not much longer... 

The men collectively let out a scream of fury and charged. The Empress simply sighed, lifted a hand, and swept it across the three men. The screaming stopped instantly, replaced by the heavy clanging of their armored bodies hitting the stone floor. Heaven and Void! That was... not supposed to happen. Thought the figure in the rafters, as silence fell over the hall once again. There goes my distraction. Void-taken idiots.

The figure's confusion and anger were quickly replaced by ice cold fear as the Empress simply called out,  "You can come out now, assassin. Where are you hiding this time? Under the floor? Perhaps somewhere behind my throne?" She looked up at the ceiling, directly at the spot where the figure was hiding and said, with a smirk "Or maybe... in the rafters?" The Empress's pupils glowed a bright teal behind her butterfly mask, and the figure found themself pulled from their hiding spot and unceremoniously dumped onto the floor before the throne.

"Did you think you were being original with that sorry excuse of an attempt on my life? Did you think you'd really be the one to do it?" Mirideth stood up from her throne, the click of her heels echoing through the stone hall. The figure lay there, stunned and in pain, knowing that any second now would be their last. The Empress walked up to the figure lying there in their dark clothing, which covered their entire body for the purposes of anonymity. "You thought you were going to just drop down on top of me and stab me with this?"

She picked up a small dagger from the floor, looking it over behind the opaque lenses of her mask. "I'm sure you realize now that you were wrong." She threw the dagger aside. "It's really almost endearing what you lessers think you can accomplish, almost."     

The figure regained their senses and tried to get up from the floor, but Mirideth was already there.  "Oh no dear, Cant. Have. That." She said with a smirk, punctuating each word with a kick to the figure's stomach. Now on their back, the figure looked up at the Empress standing over them. 

"If you're going to kill me, then do it." The figure's feminine voice seemed to surprise the Empress, which the figure took as an opportunity to act. She leaped up and threw herself at Mirideth, tackling her to the floor. This attack was short lived however, as Mirideth simply raised her hand and pulled the woman back with her magic. 

"A woman? How interesting..." The Empress said, showing no reaction at all to the tackling. With a wave of her hand she removed the black cloth covering the woman’s head, revealing intricately braided, long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, pale skin, and a long, rough scar across the girl’s face, starting at her left brow, all the way down across her nose.

The Empress smirked. "You'll make a lovely Plaything."

"I'm not your fucking plaything, witch." The woman spat back angrily. 

"Oh, sweetie... that's what they all say. You. Take her to the holding cells." The Empress gestured behind her and dropped the woman from her magic. Before she could even hit the floor, she was caught around the shoulders by clawed, purple hands, one of the Empress's thralls. Horrible demonic creatures created from prisoners through unknown means.

She struggled, but to no avail, the thrall was stronger than her. It took her through winding stone passages for what seemed like forever. Finally, they arrived at the holding cells. Rows of metal cages lined the walls on each side of the hallway. Most were empty, but some contained young women in various mental states. Some were crying and begging to be let out, some were simply lying on the floor, seemingly comatose.

Others were more disturbing. Some were furiously touching themselves, moaning loudly about their devotion to Mistress Mirideth. Others were disturbing creatures, only partially still human. They had horns of varying lengths sprouting from their heads,  one on each side. Long, dextrous tongues wrapping around whatever was nearby. In their eyes, no pupils nor irises, simply black sclera. These, the woman knew, were partially transformed thralls. They simply kneeled in their cells, staring ahead at nothing.

The woman said nothing as she was carried past them, to an already open cell. The thrall carrying her unceremoniously threw her into the cell and slammed the door shut. The woman lie there on the dirt floor of the cell, listening to moaning from the other prisoners around her. This is fine she thought, I can get out of this, just have to keep my head. All I have to do is stay clear headed and I'll get out of this.

Several hours passed. Every so often, a thrall would enter the holding cells and take one of the women away somewhere. They won't come for me for a while, I'm sure. I've only been here a few hours. The woman thought, certain she'd have time to think up a suitable escape plan.

A few minutes later, one of the purple skinned creatures stopped in front of her cell. "Up, girl. Don't make me force you." It said, in a distorted feminine voice. The woman turned to look at the thing. It had a feminine body shape, was wearing nothing, and looked thoroughly unamused. It looked down at her with its deep black eyes, waiting for her to stand. Its horns curled up behind its head, forming a heart-like shape.  "I said, up!" the creature threw open the cell door and stormed toward her. 

She didn't budge. "Or what? You'll kill me, demon? If you're going to do that, just get it over with." 

"Perhaps I will, slut." It grabbed the woman by the throat and held her up off the floor. After which it slammed her against the metal bars of her cell, over and over. Just as the woman's vision began to blur, the grip on her throat loosened before dropping her entirely. As she lay on the floor, retching and coughing, her head buzzing with pain, she saw that the creature's eyes had started glowing a teal color, and it looked as if it was in a state of total bliss, judging by its facial expression.

It turned as if pulled by an unseen force, and fell to its knees. It knelt before the Empress herself, Mirideth, who stood before them both, her eyes glowing behind the opaque lenses of her mask. "Now my dear thrall, that's no way to treat a guest, is it? 

"No.. Mistress..." It replied, in a sleepy, slurred fashion. "You will take yourself back to your quarters, and you will punish yourself for me." The Empress said it as if it were a simple fact, not even an order, just something that absolutely would happen. And it did, the thrall stood and walked off down the hall, out of the holding cells.

Palpable silence filled the hall, aside from the moans and cries of the other prisoners. The woman made a slight attempt to stand, stopping short in anticipation of punishment, but none came. "I'm terribly sorry about how you've been treated so far." Mirideth said as she made her way to the doorway of the cell, not so subtly blocking the woman's only avenue of escape.

"I'm sure you are, witch." the woman walked to the back of the cell, leaning her back against the wall. "Why'd you save me? A few hours ago you were kicking me whilst I lay on the floor helpless. And you locked me up here in the first place." The Empress took a few steps into the cell. 

"Because I can see your potential, my dear. You can be so much more than a mere assassin. Sneaking about in the shadows, failing to carry out your duty."

The woman scoffed, "I only failed because-" 

"I was better than you? Saw through your pathetic ruse? Am more powerful than you ever imagined? Which is it, plaything? I'm curious."

The woman was silent, staring down at the floor. It was evident she hadn't been expecting the interruption. Suddenly she found her thoughts becoming cloudy, less fully formed. She looked up at Mirideth, and saw her eyes glowing teal. This meant something, she knew that much, but what it was, was hard to pin down. Everything was becoming confused. Mirideth spoke, and her voice was.. different somehow, prettier, distorted, easy to listen to. "Tell me, girl. Which, is it?"

The words spilled from her mouth with little effort, little thought 

"I-it was... all of them..." Her voice sounded odd to her ears, sleepy, or slurred somehow. "What's.. happening.." Mirideth came closer to the girl, and whispered in her ear 

"Everything you could ever desire" was her reply. At this, the girl felt a shock of pleasure unlike any she had ever felt. Mirideth stepped back, her eyes still glowing.

"This is... wrong.. I need to.. t-to.." the girl slurred out as she took a wobbly step forward. 

"It's not wrong, you're exactly where you need to be, Plaything." Mirideth said as she placed a hand gently on the girl's shoulder. "Tell me, Plaything, what is your name?" 

"N-not.. your... plaything... my name.. is Lucia.." 

"I thought so. That's a good girl, Lucia." The Empress gently pushed Lucia to her knees, with very little resistance. 

"You can't.. break me." Lucia said, though her thoughts were rapidly blurring together, her mind a muddled mess. 

"Oh my dear Plaything, you're already broken. You just don't know it yet. Not to worry though, I'll show you the way."

Lucia didn't know how much time had passed. The last thing she remembered was telling Mirideth her name, and yet now here she was, nude, kneeling before the Empress's throne. A metal collar had been fastened around heck, attached to a chain, which was held by Mirideth herself as she sat upon her throne, her legs crossed. "Now, Plaything, tell me, who sent you and your.. companions?"

At this, Lucia felt a shock of panic, just how much had she told her already? "T-the Forsyth rebellion... sent us..." 

"The Forsyth rebellion you say? How very interesting. I do believe I know who you are, my dear. Lucia Carlena, Assassin. Killer of many of my top lieutenants, and constant thorn in my side. I'm going to enjoy watching you help me destroy everything you've worked for, darling." Mirideth spoke with both mirth and contempt.

Lucia found a small portion of her mind still intact, still willing and able to resist. She poured all she had into it, bringing her out of her trance."I'd never help you, witch. You think you can do whatever you want, hurt whoever you please. All due to your wicked, demonic powers. Well I'm telling you right now, wench, you'll never break the spirit of our people! You'll ne-... ver... br-break..." Her words trailed off as Mirideth's eyes began to glow once more.

"That's right, Plaything. All quiet now. No more words, no more thoughts. Just stare into my eyes, and listen to what I say." 

"listen.. quiet.. yes..." Lucia replied, unknowingly, she was too far gone, too empty of thought to comprehend the concept of saying things. Only her subconscious listened now, taking in Mirideth's words. Accepting them. 

"Good girl, Plaything, just relax, there's no need to resist, no need to speak, no need for anything, but to listen to me."

Lucia awoke back in her cell, still nude, and utterly exhausted. She had no idea how long it had been. The last thing she remembered were the glowing eyes of Mirideth. 

Those.. Pretty. Pretty eyes… she thought, before catching herself, getting herself back on track. Okay Lucia, you’re down, but you’re not out. You’re in your cell. You’re naked, and your mind has been… defiled, by that demonic witch. She shivered at that thought. It was so easy for Mirideth to take control; so easy for her to break into my mind.. How am I so weak? I was trained, knew what to expect... She sat up and hugged her knees close to her. The dungeon was dark now, but the moaning of the other prisoners was still audible all around. No, I can’t let myself fall into despair. That will only make it easier for her to… do what she does. Lucia thought, looking around, squinting in the darkness, trying to see something, anything in the gloom. 

She could see vague shapes, the bars of her cell, other cells, other prisoners, all the same, just dark now. She examined the door and lock to her cell by touch, finding no obvious way to free herself. There was nothing she could do for now. She stood and made her way over to the cold stone wall, sitting down on the floor with her back against it. She savored the cold, feeling something other than fear. There would be a way out of this. She just needed to await the right opportunity. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there in the darkness, not seeing, just listening to the various unsettling sounds around her. 

Eventually, it became lighter, dim sunlight streaming in through a small slit at the top of the row of cells. She looked up at the small opening, trying to work out if there was some way to utilize it to escape. It seemed unlikely. 

And why try to escape anyway? It felt so good to give in… Why not just… keep falling deeper? There was no way out, it would be easier to- Lucia slammed her head against the stone wall, blinding pain spreading throughout it, blocking out the oh so tantalizing thoughts, which Lucia knew were not truly hers.

A clanging on the bars of her cell caught her attention and she turned. A thrall stood in the doorway, having opened the door. “Come with me. And do not further damage Our Empress’s property.”

Her property? Lucia looked at the wall, there was no damage, that was ridi- She realized what the thrall had meant. It had been referring to her. Lucia resisted physically recoiling at being considered that witch’s property, and instead opted to follow the thrall without a word. 

As they left the cell block, Lucia considered taking the creature down from behind, and nearly enacted her plan. Something stopped her. Nothing physical, but… something else. She found that her body would not respond to any attempt at violent action against the thrall leading her. 

Don’t like that. She thought, What has that monstrous witch done to me?

Eventually they reached a junction in the halls of Mirideth’s citadel, where the Empress herself stepped around the corner. She was holding that same chain and collar from the day before.

“I’ll take it from here. Run along now.” She said to the thrall, which performed a small bow and then walked off down the hall. 

“What horrors do you have planned for today then, Witch?” Lucia said, standing her ground at the Empress approached.

Mirideth smiled, Lucia tried her best to ignore how pretty she found it. “Oh Plaything, what I do isn’t horrible. What I do is correct, necessary. You agree, don’t you?” As she finished speaking, her eyes briefly glowed from behind her mask.

Lucia found herself speaking without thought, unable to stop the words from spilling out, “Yes, Mistress. I agree.” 

As she spoke, Mirideth closed the metal collar around Lucia’s neck, taking the chain and leading her down the hall. Lucia tried to resist, but found once again that her body would not obey her commands. 

“Where are you taking me?” Lucia asked, hoping to gather information she might need to escape.

Mirideth turned to look at her with a smirk, “I’m going to tell you the truth, Plaything. Something I’ve not done for any of the others. Because you see, Lucia, you’re special. You’re talented, brutally efficient, powerful… beautiful. Yes, you’ll not be a simple mind-wiped thrall like the others.”

Lucia pulled back on the leash, stopping Mirideth in her tracks, nearly toppling her. “What truth is there to tell beyond you being the ultimate evil, the child of the Void, The corruptor? What truth could you possibly tell me that would possibly excuse your use of dark magic to enslave us all?” 

“Well well, aren’t you resistant? Just makes it all the sweeter, darling. Anyway,” She turned and began walking again, yanking Lucia’s collar and forcing her to walk or be dragged along. “I’m not looking to excuse anything. I’m going to show you the truth, so that you can better serve me once you’ve been given your true form.”

She led Lucia to the throne room, the cold hall where she’d been defeated. As Mirideth stepped behind her throne, a small square on the stone floor slid downward slightly, and the stone wall slid noisily down into the floor. Lucia had no time to react, being led into the opening and down a staircase, and to a strange looking door made of what looked like metal. Mirideth placed her palm on a small black square set into the purple tinged stone next to the door. It pulsed with green light, and the large metal rectangle slid to the left, revealing another room beyond.

The room was massive, seeming to have been dug out of the earth itself. It looked more like a cave than a room, though it had shining metallic floors and strange, overly bright lights somehow set into the ceiling. At one end of the room sat a large, angular object. Its form tapered to a point on one end, the other flaring out into a boxier shape. It sat atop three large metal pillars that seemed to be built into it. It was the same purplish color as the stone of the citadel, though it was quite obviously made of a different, metallic material. 

Mirideth stood before the large object, turned to face Lucia, and spread her arms in a grand gesture, “This, my Plaything, is how I arrived on your world!”

Lucia stared, not comprehending. “What?”

“Your people have your silly myths about my being borne from the Void itself, yes?” Mirideth began, “Those myths are not without merit. You see, my darling Plaything, I was not born on your pitiful planet. I was born far away from here, further than you could comprehend, beyond the Void.”

Maria felt intense existential fear rising up within her, that was impossible, the inky blackness of the Void was all there was beyond the Heavens… There was nothing beyond it. There couldn’t be.

“I see your fear, Plaything. Rest assured, the Void is not a miasma of dark magic. It is a simple cloud of opaque gases. Magic doesn’t even exist. What I use is advanced technology. These are things you need to know, in order to help me fulfill my wider plans, Plaything.” Her eyes glowed as she spoke, and Lucia knew she was telling the truth, it was not being forced on her, she was simply having her distrust of the Empress pushed aside so that she could see it as it was. 

Mirideth turned once again, and led Lucia toward the object which had somehow brought Mirideth to her world. 

“If you’re from beyond, why come here at all? What do you gain by conquering a people so much less advanced?” Lucia asked, her mind boiling with questions, with confusion, almost forgetting her predicament.

Mirideth laughed slightly, a beautiful sound, “Oh Plaything, galactic society at large doesn’t like me, you see. I’m a criminal. I came here, simply to hide where I wouldn’t be found. They don’t don’t like interfering with primitives, you see. I saw the opportunity to live comfortably, and so I took it.”

They reached another metal door, just beyond the large angular object. Mirideth opened it, and led her into a much smaller room. Its walls were made of dark, smooth wood, and soft beige carpet covered the floor. The ceiling was that same shining metal, with the same oddly bright lights set into it. Across from the door was a large bed, with silky, deep purple bedding atop it. The sheets beneath were black, as were the many pillows. Against the wall to the right was a desk with a shining rectangle of light somehow being emitted from two metal poles sitting atop it. To the left was yet another metal door.

Lucia took one look around, and asked, unable to keep the concern from her voice, “Why are we in your bedchamber?”

Mirideth sat down at the foot of her bed and smiled, “Why do you think? Time to play, Plaything.”

Lucia felt her cheeks heat up, as well as… other regions of her body. “Not happening, witch. You may be able to make me agree, make me follow, but you will not-” Her speech was interrupted by the fact that her face was now between Mirideth’s legs.

Her words died in her throat as she let out a small yelp at having failed to notice she was even moving. The heat of Mirideth’s body all around her was overwhelming, the scent overpowering, she hardly knew what was even going on. All there was, was Mirideth. Her thoughts faded, only action now. As she obediently licked away at her Mistress’s pussy, she began to taste her. She tasted good. Better than anything she’d ever had… Lucia needed more. 

“Careful, darling,“ Mirideth was saying, “My body’s been modified quite extensively, I’m addictive.” She giggled at those last words, the sound turning to a moan as Lucia upped the intensity, desperate to taste more and more.

It lasted for hours, though Lucia was unaware. Her only thoughts were of obedience, serving, more, needing more. As it finally ended, Lucia found herself kneeling at the foot of the bed, her leash attached to it. Her jaw ached, and her mouth was covered in that… incredible fluid…. And her own saliva. Mirideth was nowhere to be seen. 

Now or never, Lucia. Let’s do this. She carefully stood, her legs wobbly from spending so long kneeling. The chain had been wrapped tightly around the black wooden bedpost, making standing straight up impossible. Lucia reached up and felt the collar around her neck. There were no seams, no mechanism for opening it. How was this possible? Of course, Mirideth’s… technology. 

Why am I trying to take it off? She thought, If I leave I’ll never taste her again… Better to just kneel again and wait for her to return. That did make sense, and Lucia did just that.

Minutes later, Mirideth emerged from the door Lucia hadn’t been through. She was wearing different clothing. No longer was she wearing the strange glittering corset and little else. Now she wore a plain black bodysuit, nearly skintight. She still wore the mask, however. Attached to the bodysuit by several straps were pouches and tools. Without saying a word, she walked over, pulled out a cloth, and gently wiped Lucia’s mouth clean.  She then detached and unwrapped the chain from the bed, and pulled, telling Lucia to stand without words. 

Lucia was led through the door, into a network of tunnels made of the same stone as the rest of Mirideth’s citadel. They made their way to one end of the tunnel, and Mirideth took her through a door on their right. Inside was row upon row of strange metal beds with unknowable monstrosities above them. Many metal arms tipped with needles and knives and other tools Lucia couldn’t comprehend. 

“Today, My Plaything, My Lucia,” Mirideth began, “You become who you were always meant to be.”

“I’m already who I was meant to be, witch, no amount of torture will change that! You’re not as powerful as you believe. I will find a way out of this. Mark my words.” Lucia said, struggling against the chain. 

Mirideth turned around, scowling, her eyes glowing brightly. “I am more powerful than you could imagine, you primitive insect. I’ve already invaded your mind, addicted you to my body. You’re already mine, you have been since I first defeated your pitiful assassination attempt.” She opened Lucia’s collar and pointed to the nearest table. “Lie. Down.”

Lucia found herself unable to disobey, doing so without another word. As soon as she did, she felt a pinch in her neck, and the world went dark. 

She awoke in darkness, feeling… odd. She couldn’t remember what had happened. With a loud hissing sound and a great deal of mist, light poured into the pod she occupied. As the hatch opened, she stepped out. She looked over her body, purple skin, very tall, hooves instead of feet, she could feel the horns atop her head. She still had her blonde hair, unusual for a thrall, but then, Mistress had told her she was special. The memories came flooding back. How silly they were. She’d been so resistant, so afraid. But here she was, perfected. Her mind was clear of all those ridiculous thoughts of rebellion. Mirideth, Her Empress, Her Mistress, was the rightful ruler of this world. She would see to it personally that her former allies saw that.


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