The first thing that Vivian noticed when she woke up was the soreness that seemed to cover her head to toe. The second thing was that she was very clearly not back at the rebel camp. Red silk sheets covered her in bed, and after a moment, she realized that she wasn't wearing any of her armor….or her clothing, for that matter. She looked down at her tanned skin, noting the stiffness around her wrists, along with heavy bruising on each. Vivian wracked her mind, trying to make sense of where she was and why she might be there.

The last thing that she could distinctly remember was… A challenge. She was to duel one of her Mistress' knights, attempting to deal a painful blow to her Empress’ continued conquest. But why would she… it didn't make sense for her to accept such a challenge. If one of her Mistress’ knights was out of line, it wasn't her place to punish them hers-

Her Mistress?

Vivian shook her head, trying to dispel some of the fog that gripped her thoughts. What happened after the duel? She could feel how close the memory was to her, less than a finger’s reach away. She closed her eyes and thought- really thought about the situation she now found herself in.

She remembered exhaustion and the increasing weight of the sword in her hand.

She remembered kneeling and how it felt wrong.

She remembered pleasure overwhelming her, just like her Mistress always gave her. The feeling of her Mistress’ cock inside of her… Vivian reached down between her legs absentmindedly, already feeling herself ache for her Mistress. Her words echoed in Vivian's mind.

I'm a mindless slut who craves defeat.

That wasn’t her voice, and yet… It felt so good to admit. She had never realized how much she needed this, how much she needed to offer herself up to her Mistress and allow her to take control. She had watched her from across the battlefield so many times, taken by her beauty, but never able to act on it. For so long she ached to give up the fight, to shed the responsibilities foisted upon her by those peasants-

She paused. Have I… did I always want to give in? The thought troubled her. Vivian sat up in the bed, looking down at her hands. They were calloused and rough from a life of fighting. One did not fight with the intention of losing. Surely these were the hands of a warrior, not of some Queen's plaything. Those people weren't just peasants, they were her-

There was a knock at the door. Vivian pulled the sheet up over her chest. “Come in!”

A short brunette woman opened the door, wearing a short green dress and a pair of opera gloves. Her green eyes turned to look at Vivian, and she smiled. “Our Mistress expects you as soon as you're able,” she said kindly. “My name is Selene. I'm to help prepare you to see her this morning, Miss Garnet.”

Garnet's breath caught, head swimming. Hearing Selene speak her name had shaken all thought from her mind. Garnet stared for a moment before shaking her head. “I'm sorry, I was just… I spaced out for a moment,” she said, raising a hand to her head and letting the sheet fall away without thinking. “How do you mean, prepare?”

Selene walked in and closed the door behind her, never letting the smile slip from her face. “You always have someone to assist you with your dress and corset, Miss Garnet.” Her words were sweet, almost as if she expected that she might need to explain. “Are you feeling well? I could inform our Mistress that you're not feeling up to your audience with her, but I can only imagine how disappointed she would be.”

“No! No, that won't be necessary, I– I’m fine, truly. Just a strange dream is all,” she lied. Everything felt bizarre, like she was still dreaming. “I apologize, Selene. Please, I think seeing our Mistress might be exactly what I need.” Every time she heard the word “Mistress” she felt the lust inside her grow. Garnet did want to see her; her Mistress’ pull was irresistible.

“Very well,” Selene bowed, then made her way to a wardrobe on the other side of the room. She pulled a sheer red gown from it that Garnet could not take her eyes off of. There were a matching pair of long gloves, along with a pair of jeweled sandals. “Now, go ahead and put these on dear.”

Garnet slipped out of the bed, fully aware of how naked she was. She was also very aware of how Selene had not offered her any form of underclothes. She fit into the gown perfectly, her large breasts fully visible through the fabric, with long slits up the sides of the dress to show her legs and hips. She pulled on the gloves-

Before I'm done with you, you'll tell me everything I want to know. You'll give up your friends. And most importantly? You'll swear your loyalty to me, and only me.

Garnet heaved a happy sigh. She felt beautiful, though she was slightly embarrassed that she was so completely on display. But if it was what her Mistress wanted, she would happily provide that. Selene laced the underbust corset tight, pushing her tits out further.

Selene pulled a stool out from the corner and told Garnet to sit, and she did. She began to brush Garnet's long red hair and Garnet suddenly felt like she might not be able to stay focused. It was so relaxing, so nice to be pampered. Her cunt ached to be touched with every brush, but she knew she shouldn't, especially not with Selene still in the room. Her thoughts drifted, the feeling of the brush in her hair dredging up a memory.

***

“Vivian, you don't need to do this. There's nothing in it for us, and if something happened to you, I…”

She was in the rebel camp, in one of the tents they'd set up for the night. “I know you're worried Amber… But you also know how much stronger I am than they are. Imagine how good morale would be if I were to win this duel! The people would be energized again!” She was almost surprised at her own voice in the memory, so confident, as if failure had never even occurred to her.

“I just can't believe you don't think this is the most obvious trap she could set!” Amber's voice was getting louder. Garn- Vivian remembered now: this was the night before the duel. How had she already forgotten this? “Do you really think she would offer a one on one fight if you could win? Are you truly this foolish?”

Vivian winced. Amber wasn't wrong; the invitation was extremely suspicious and the terms of the duel were much too lenient in their favor. Vivian wanted to believe that it was because the Empress was becoming cocky, that she wasn't actually expecting Vivian to accept. It was the hope she clung to; after fighting for so long, she had become worn down, tired.

Amber sighed, seeing her lover recoil. “I'm sorry Viv, I just… We have already lost so much. I couldn't bear to lose you too.” She finished brushing Vivian's hair and began braiding it. “I know you’re doing this because you want this to be over. You know I want that just as badly as you do. Please, just… If you do this, you need to come home safe.”

“I’ve always come home safe before, haven’t I?”

***

Selene had already finished braiding her hair and was gathering the few things she’d brought in with her. Garnet blinked and tried to recall the events of the previous day again, but it was still all so fuzzy. And every time she tried to think about it, she felt that ache again, her body pleading for her Mistress’ touch.

“Miss Garnet!”

Garnet snapped to attention, spinning to look at Selene. “I- Yes, Selene?”

“My goodness, you really are out of it today,” the kindness in Selene’s voice from before had disappeared, replaced with a stern tone that made Garnet feel much smaller all of a sudden. “I told you to gather yourself so that I could present you to our Mistress. Now please, Garnet, quit daydreaming and follow me!” Selene snatched Garnet’s gloved hand with her own and pulled her from the stool. Garnet stumbled a moment before regaining her stride, following the other woman.

There was blue carpeting lining the halls of the stone keep, and fires lit in ornate braziers evenly spaced on the walls. Garnet wasn’t sure how much time she’d actually spent in her Mistress’ castle. In her memory she had not been here for very long, but there was something so familiar about these hallways, about the people in them. She received a number of stares as she followed Selene and she couldn’t help but blush. She overheard whispers about the Empress’ newest toy, and she could have sworn they were talking about her. She cleared her throat. “Um, Selene, if I may-”

“Miss Garnet, I suggest you stop asking questions and instead think about the punishment we will both receive if I fail to deliver you to our Mistress. I was patient with you earlier because I know you’re prone to lapses in memory, but truly, I do not have time this morning to put up with any more of your foolish interruptions!” Selene hissed back at her.

Garnet shrank back and nodded, casting her eyes to the floor. She was right, of course - Garnet had been out of sorts all morning, going so far as to be confused about her own name of all things. “I’m sorry, Miss Selene,” she squeaked, her voice failing her.

It wasn’t long until they approached the large ornate doors of the throne room, two knights on either side of them. Selene stopped and turned back to Garnet, looking her up and down intently, making sure that she still looked proper for the presentation. Garnet wanted to ask her about what she’d overheard in the halls but thought better of it.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you before,” Selene said suddenly, smoothing out something in Garnet’s hair. “You had just been lost in thought for quite some time and we were running behind. It happens on occasion.” Garnet opened her mouth to reply, but Selene put a finger to her lips. “Not now. I will take you inside, and then if you still want to talk afterward, I’m sure you will be able to find me.”

Garnet nodded meekly as Selene strode towards the throne room doors, nodding to one of the knights to open them for her. The two of them entered an enormous room with some of the softest carpeting Garnet had ever felt beneath them. She caught herself marveling at the beautiful paintings of her Mistress on the walls, the statues, the velvet cushions on the furniture, the display cases full of weaponry with jeweled handles. One of the swords on display caught her eye. She looked at the grip, wondering how it would feel in her hand. Without thinking, she found herself changing direction, walking away from the woman who had led her into the room and over to the case. She touched the glass, looking over the blade. It was gorgeous, though Garnet wasn’t sure if it was actually suited for battle. Looking at it made her feel tired, but for some reason she was still drawn to it.

“Garnet, I swear!” She heard Selene from across the room. She had just noticed that Garnet had wandered off and was quickly making her way over.

“Selene, Selene, please. The girl was a warrior once.” Garnet could hear the smile in her Mistress’ voice. She snapped to attention immediately, turning to face the taller woman. Her Mistress must have entered the room from a side chamber. She approached her throne and draped herself across it, her eyes piercing Garnet from the other side of the room. “It only makes sense that she would be drawn to these things,” she laughed. “Now, Garnet dear, come here. I have more questions for you that I wasn’t able to ask you before. Selene, thank you for bringing her to me. You’re dismissed.” Selene bowed and left the chambers, leaving the two of them alone.

Garnet’s cheeks burned red. Her mind was growing foggy again now that she was in her Mistress’ presence. She was immediately overwhelmed by the memories of the time they’d just spent in bed together before; if she wasn’t already turned on, she couldn’t possibly help herself now, and she knew she couldn’t hide it. Garnet approached her Mistress’ throne and found herself kneeling. “I’m sorry I’m late, Mistress. Selene said that I’d been lost in thought a number of times, and I believe she was right, though…” She paused for a moment. “Admittedly I don’t quite remember. I have been rather confused since I awoke.”

Garnet looked back up from her kneeling position and saw a wide grin on her Mistress’ face. She felt cornered immediately, as if she were prey. Maybe I am. She shuddered. “I understand, Garnet. You’ve gone through a number of changes in the last few days. Do you remember what you are, my jewel?”

“Yours?” The word left her mouth instantly, feeling like the most natural thing in the world.

“There’s a good girl.”

A shiver went through Garnet’s body. She didn’t understand why that felt so good to hear, but she couldn’t think of a reason to question it. “Thank you, Mistress!” There was a genuine enthusiasm in her voice that she was surprised to hear. “Mistress, may I ask you a question?”

“Garnet dear, please. I want to hear that pretty voice of yours call me by my name. You’ll call me Mistress Emilia from now on.” It wasn’t a request. “I’m an open book for a pretty little gemstone like you. Ask away.”

Garnet could feel Mistress Emilia’s eyes on her, looking through the sheer gown she wore. Being on display for her like this felt so natural, as if she’d done so for years. “Thank you, Mistress Emilia.” Another pulse of pleasure. “I told you that I didn’t quite remember what was happening to me earlier, and that wasn’t exactly the whole truth.” She swallowed, nerves rising. She needed to tell her. “I was remembering being with someone else. With the rebels? And I couldn’t quite.. I wasn’t sure how I came to be here. With you, Mistress.” She looked up into Mistress Emilia’s eyes and froze. Those beautiful, powerful red eyes. Garnet’s body felt so hot, and every second she spent looking into Mistress Emilia’s eyes made her that much needier. She wanted to take back the question and beg her Mistress to take her again here on the throne.

Mistress Emilia’s expression turned to one of concern. “My lovely Garnet, have you forgotten so soon?” Every word my tongue forms is true and just. “You asked me to bring you here. You practically begged me out in that arena. You told me exactly what you wanted, what you needed, what you are. You’re a mindless slut who craves defeat, and I mercifully granted that to you.”

Garnet’s head swam. There was… That didn’t make sense, but it had to be true. Her Mistress wouldn’t lie to her. She put a hand to her head, trying to comprehend what exactly had happened before. Her memories felt like they were being corrupted, rewritten. “But… Mistress, I-”

“Mistress Emilia, Garnet. I won’t correct you again without punishment.” Her face was stern. “Approach me, my jewel.”

Garnet shivered and stood, so aware of the throbbing in her clit, how hard her nipples were. She approached the Empress and gasped as Mistress Emilia took her right breast in her right hand. She hadn’t noticed her Mistress’ glove before, but she did now. The same ones she had used the other night to overwhelm her. The pleasure overtook her instantly, short circuiting any thoughts that remained in her head. She felt her wetness on her thighs and she was sure that her pussy was dripping on the carpet. Still, she knew that she wouldn’t touch herself without her Mistress telling her it was okay now. “I’m sorry, Mistress Emilia,” she breathed, her words barely louder than a whisper.

Mistress Emilia’s gloved hand fell away, and her other hand tilted Garnet’s head up by the chin to look her in the eyes. “Garnet. It is true that you’re my newest servant. You’re the pride of my conquest so far, the most beautiful jewel added to my collection.” Her words made Garnet whimper. “Things may be confusing for some time. You will remember things from your life before serving me, but they do not matter. You belong to me and me alone. You will present yourself to me daily and attend to my every whim. You will tell me whenever you’re confused, and I will correct you. You will voice any doubt you have so that I may erase it. You will give me whatever answers I want about your previous life whenever I want them.” The gloved hand hovered over Garnet’s body, never touching. She wanted to lean into her Mistress so badly, to reach and grab that gloved hand and press it against her cunt, to lose herself in the pleasure again. Mistress Emilia just smiled at her, looking down from her throne. “And you will love every minute of it. I will make sure of that.”

Garnet was panting, but she couldn’t help herself. She was so horny that she literally could not think. Every thought that came to her mind dissipated instantly, lost in the heat that was overtaking her. “Mistress Emilia, I- I, I need-” She stammered, her eyes glazing over. “Please please touch me again, I… I’ll obey every order you give me, every command, every single word,” she promised.

“Of course you will. You no longer have the privilege of choice, dear.” The gloved hand brushed Garnet’s dress aside, tracing a single finger up and down the lips of the girl’s cunt.

It was divine. No, it was better than divine. It was ecstasy distilled. Garnet had known pleasure, be it by herself, or with Amber, or any other of the numerous lovers she’d had over the years. None of it compared. None of it came remotely close. It made her want to fall to her knees and give up everything she was, everything she’d ever been. It made her want to stay here forever, mindlessly grinding against Mistress Emilia’s gloved hand for as long as she would let her. “Yes Mistress Emilia!” She cried, an uncontrollable fire burning through her.

Emilia pulled her hand away and Garnet collapsed to her hands and knees. She wanted to look up at her Mistress and grovel, to beg for her touch again, but there was barely the strength in her body left to move at all. She could hear her Mistress- Mistress Emilia, she thought- laughing down at her. She felt truly pathetic, but her shame only brought more arousal. She knew that even if she could get up right now, even if she thought escape was something she wanted, she wouldn’t take it.

Mistress Emilia’s gloved hand tipped her chin upward again, feeling its magic radiate from the empress’ finger down to her chest, her stomach, her cunt. She felt the echo of that same hand against her forehead from the night before. “Do you have anything else you want to tell me now girl? Any more silly questions in that empty head of yours?” Garnet couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The predatory grin reappeared on Mistress Emilia’s face. She pulled the glove off of her hand, setting it down on a table next to her throne. “I didn’t think so.

“Now, do not make the mistake of assuming that I was done with you just because I’m not channeling magic anymore, Garnet.” Garnet didn’t quite understand what she meant, but shook her head anyway. The Empress’ smile almost felt genuine for a moment, looking down on her. “There are still so many things you need to learn. But I can’t just… force all of my lessons into you.” Her Mistress slid forward on the throne. Garnet felt the life slowly returning to her limbs, that overwhelming pleasure no longer holding her still. “The most important lesson you’ll ever learn is one I want you to learn naturally, jewel.”

Emilia parted her legs, lifting the skirt of her dress. Garnet’s eyes lit up. “That’s right, darling. Your body knows this lesson already, even if you haven’t fully internalized it yet.” Garnet felt herself crawling closer to her Mistress. “You started learning this lesson the moment you surrendered yourself to me.”

Garnet couldn’t stop. Her hands found the Empress’ feet, then they traveled up over her calves, over the stockings that rose to her thighs. Garnet brought herself up to her knees, eyes fixated on the bulge in her Mistress’ panties. Her lips parted. She kissed one thigh, then the other. She found her hands at Emilia’s hips, moving to hook her fingers through the cloth keeping her from what she wanted more than anything. The Empress’ hands found hers, wrapping tightly around her wrists.

“No, Garnet, you greedy little thing. You tell me what this lesson is, and then you have earned your reward. I want to hear you say it.” Garnet closed her eyes. Being this close to Emilia was intoxicating. The need to touch her Mistress consumed everything. She focused intently, thinking as hard as she could manage. The Empress’ scent filled her nostrils. The seconds she took to remember felt like an eternity.

“Mistress Emilia’s pleasure is my pleasure. Pleasing Mistress Emilia feels better than anything.” The words came out automatically once she had them. Garnet could feel them in the very core of her being. Nothing had ever been so true as this.

Emilia’s hands left Garnet’s, but Garnet didn’t dare to move before she was told. She didn’t have to. Emilia grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward, pressing her face against the Empress’ crotch. Garnet gasped, taking in a deep breath, her eyes rolling back. She felt like she might have gone limp between Emilia’s thighs if it weren’t for the fists in her hair holding her still.

A moment passed like that, and Garnet felt like she was becoming more and more crazed waiting to fulfill her desires. “That’s exactly right, pet. For such a confused girl, you’ve learned the basics very quickly. Are you sure you didn’t always want this, hm? Stay still.” The empress stood, pulling down her panties. Garnet stared up at her cock, transfixed.

“No, I think you have always been like this. Desperate for me to take you, to make you mine. All of that fighting… You never wanted it. You wanted me. Like a brat begging for attention. It was the only way I would look at you, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress Emilia!”

“You wanted me to break you. You begged for me to tame you, to reduce you to a cock hungry whore.”

“Yes, Mistress Emilia!”

Emilia sat back down, then touched the tip of her cock with a finger. “Open.”

Garnet opened her mouth. Emilia moved to put her finger inside, but stopped just short. She wiped her finger on Garnet’s upper lip.

“Don’t you dare lick that off.” Her Mistress smiled down at her, admiring her work. Garnet was shivering with anticipation. “Garnet. Service your Mistress.”

Garnet did not hesitate for a second.