The sun was well up, natural light filling the hallways through large, ornate windows. Care and thought had been put into the decorations, clearly, which offset the displays of wealth and power with the fact that someone lived in that luxury. The furnishings tended toward wood and silver, lending a light open feeling to even things like the shutters and candle sconces. 

Celia noticed this all in a kind of detached haze. Her fingers kept coming up to run around the length of her silver collar, searching in vain for a seam or clasp. But, of course, it was a mage’s collar. The metal had been sealed by magic, becoming a single piece of silver, and probably wouldn’t come off without magic’s touch.

“So...” she began. Gella, without missing a beat, spun on her heels and continued walking backwards. 

“Yes?” she asked without a hint of difficulty. 

“What you said back there...” Celia trailed off, unsure of how to even begin forming the question.

“I meant every word of it,” Gella said with complete confidence, spinning back to walking normally. “What you're dancing around asking is how I intend to do that, I assume.” Celia sighed in resignation at how easily the mage had seen to the heart of her question. 

She clearly had the ability to control Celia’s body, and what she had done with the rapier had certainly left her feeling docile... but tamed? She tried picturing how that would even apply to a human being. And to the point where her magic was unnecessary? With a sour feeling in her stomach she reached up and lightly touched the collar yet again. Well, she thought bitterly, I guess this would be the first step. 

Their path through the manor led them back downstairs, and soon the smell of something cooking filled the air and prompted a deep rumble from Celia's stomach. 

“Wait until you taste Tabby's cooking,” she chuckled. “She's fantastic.”

When they arrived at the dining room, filled just as brightly as the halls had been through high-set windows, there were already two people seated at the long table. One was Violet, still dressed in her maid's uniform. The other was... Celia struggled to find the words to describe her. The most obvious and glaring feature was her hair. It was long and straight, coming down just over her chest in the brightest, most lurid shade of pink she had ever seen. Even the strangest shades of elven hair she’d seen had at least looked like hair, but this color was so vivid it looked more like enamel than anything organic. 

Well, aside from that, she seemed to be a young adult, perhaps a little older than Celia. She was dressed in a flowing and rather elegant cream-colored dress that accentuated her figure. Her bare shoulders and arms showed off skin just a shade tanner than Gella’s, and her breasts were about the same size as Celia’s. When the woman met her eyes, though, Celia was instantly set on edge. Her irises were ringed with a faintly glowing band of the same pink as her hair.

“It's wonderful to meet you,” the pinkette said cheerily, rising from her seat and moving over to embrace Celia in a warm hug. “Gella said she was bringing someone new! I'm Lauren! It's a pleasure to meet you.” Celia stood still for a moment, surprised by the sudden affection, then returned the hug awkwardly. They disengaged a moment later, and Celia was given a view of Lauren’s expression of perfect contentment. Normally, such a thing would be relaxing, but the glow in her eyes made it eerie instead. With an effort of will, she gave a strained smile back. 

“It's nice to meet you too Lauren. Are you...” she gestured to Violet, tapping her own forehead.

“Am I under Gella's spell?” Lauren giggled. “Abso-positutly!” 

“Not a word,” Violet corrected absently. 

“Is so! People combine words all the time.” Looking back to the nonplussed Celia, she rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner, then leaned in as if to tell Celia a secret. “Don't mind Vi, she's just a stick in the mud.” Suddenly, her posture straightened, and she grabbed Celia with wide eyes. “Come on!” she urged. “You can meet Tabitha.” 

Celia let herself be tugged along. She could have dug her heels in and stopped the... priestess, Violet had called her? Stopped the priestess short, since there didn't seem to be much in the way of physical strength in her body. But a combination of curiosity, the fact that she was still reeling, and, as much as she hated to admit it, Lauren's aura of cheerful friendliness. Still not quite sure what was happening, she let herself get tugged along back through a set of doors into what was apparently a kitchen.

She could only tell it was a kitchen because food was being prepared there, and she could see a few pots and pans hanging on racks. Besides that, you could have told her it was a room for royalty to relax in, and she would have believed it. Everything gleamed, iron and copper and metals she couldn’t identify on sight, pots and pans and cookware she didn’t even know how to identify hung all around. Where in a normal kitchen, there would be a soot-stained stove dominating the wall, radiating warmth, there was...  words failed her as she tried to figure out its purpose. It clearly was something to cook food with, given the sizzling pan laying on its matte black surface, but she couldn’t even begin to imagine how such a device worked. Though she had a guess. Magic and engineering, Violet had said... 

She was shocked from her reverie by Lauren’s overenthusiastic voice. “Tabitha! Gella's new friend is here, come say hello!” Friend!? Celia balked. Gella said we were friends!? And she believed it? In her anger over that concept, it took her a moment to notice the short, slender woman that sidled in from behind a shelf.

Celia had seen a few of the beastkin before. They were generally a chimeric mixture of human and animal traits, occasionally being able to completely pass for humans with the right clothing. The woman before her would have a hard time doing that. She was short, barely five feet tall, and her skin was a warm tawny tan that Celia at first mistook for fur. Feline ears sat on the top of her head, the same tawny color tipped with black. The only thing she was wearing was a loose but not ill-fitting white robe that had a slit for her tail. It was slender, constantly flicking this way and that, the tan of her skin blending into the tail’s tan fur with a tuft of a darker color at the end. Tabitha turned to face Celia and Lauren, and the warrior found herself staring openly. The Beastkin girl might have been lithe and slender, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body - aside from her adorably perky breasts, of course. The robe hung open at the front, and her eyes were instantly drawn to those breasts, and the small, dark nipples capping each one, and she trailed her eyes down to... 

“Hey! Pretty blonde human! Think fast!”

Celia snapped out of her... her... her inspection in time to see Tabitha move with blinding speed to a bowl of fruit and send an apple whizzing toward her. Instantly, Celia snapped into focus. Pivoting on her back foot, instincts burned into her bones took over as she stretched out her arm to snatch the apple out of the air. The ‘threat’ contained, she swung the apple towards her lips, taking a bite with a triumphant smile. She grinned at Tabitha, who... was dashing towards her, with a look of hunger in her eyes. About a meter away, she practically leapt toward Celia. The warrior woman braced herself, taking the impact with a grunt. The girl wasn’t fazed, wrapping her legs around Celia's waist and her arms around her shoulders. 

“Hi!” she chirped, sliding down slightly. Celia automatically moved her hands under Tabitha's butt to support her. The robe had billowed out during the leap, so Celia's fingers met only warm smooth toned flesh that she could easily imagine herself... It took a massive effort of will to drag her attention away from that particular line of thought. Celia stared into emerald green slits, so deep... 

“Mistress said you were strong,” Tabitha remarked, untangling herself and flowing down Celia like water. “She was right!” With that she turned back to her cooking as if nothing had happened. “Go take a seat. Breakfast will be out in a moment!”

Lauren, who had been quiet until now, broke into delighted giggles at Celia's expression. The warrior turned, completely thrown off, to look at her. 

“What... is she always like that?” 

The pink haired woman nodded, beckoning Celia to follow her back to the dining room. “Oh, yes! When I first met her, she pounced me in the courtyard, and demanded three whole kisses before she would let me up!” 

Celia glanced askew at Lauren. “And... did you give them?” she asked, curious despite herself at the mental image of the cat-girl and the priestess on the floor, kissing... 

“Well, I was a little shocked at the time, so no. Gella pulled her off me. But later on, I paid it back... with interest.” The creeping blush over Lauren's skin told Celia exactly what she meant. 

She sighed. “Everyone I've met here has been so...” she gestured, unable to find the words. Lauren nodded, though, so she kept going. “I mean, Tabitha’s barely dressed, Gella had no issue fighting me last night with her tits out, though that could just be her battle persona... - Violet thought nothing about stripping down in front of me, and even implied we might... do things later. So far, you're the only one that hasn't done something like that.” 

Lauren looked thoughtful, then shrugged. “You get used to it,” She all but chirped and moved ahead. That's the problem, Celia thought anxiously. I don't want to get used to it.

When they arrived at the table, she found that Violet had set a place for her opposite Lauren. Gella was seated at the head of the table, of course, with the elf to her right. There was an empty spot without plates, presumably for Tabitha. 

“Just the four of us? Surely there are more than that here?” 

The question went unanswered, as Tabitha emerged from the kitchen with four plates balanced on her hands and forearms. Depositing a plate for everyone she slipped back, and a moment later arrived with empty glasses and a clear pitcher of some bright orange liquid. 

“I present!” Tabitha began, “something I saw in one of Mistress’s books that looked delicious so I made it.” 

Gella arched her eyebrow at Tabitha and the cat-girl waved her hands up as if to ward away the gesture. “I know I know I know, not without supervision! Buuuut...” She broke into a grin. “Violet was just two rooms over, and I only took a tiny peek, and the books were only about cooking, and...” she trailed off, smiling sheepishly. “You'll forgive me once you taste it.”

Celia looked down at the thing on her plate with an appraising eye, and seemed satisfied at what she saw. It was some manner of folded pastry, stuffed with fruit. 

“It does look very tasty, Tabby,” Lauren reassured her, before raising her right hand, her face suddenly becoming serious. “Lady Shala,” she intoned, tone suddenly respectful and somber. “Please, bless this table and all who join in this meal. In your mercy, and in your grace.” Celia nodded as the prayer was spoken. It seemed a normal enough blessing over a meal, and there hadn’t been any obvious sign of divine magic in her words.

With the meal blessed, they all dug in, and the clink of cutlery and burble of drinks poured filled the room. The scene was just so... impossibly, unbelievably normal. Sure, the nearly naked catgirl currently downing her second glass of juice was odd, and Lauren's hair was strange, but if Gella really were some evil wizard controlling these girls, she should... she should be doing something evil, something obscene, right?

Gella seemed to notice her consternation, and quickly swallowed her bite to look at Celia. “To answer your question from earlier, no, this is not all the inhabitants of Cair Dwemor. My brother Damian is currently on a hunt. Otherwise, he likely would have joined us for breakfast. The soldiers live here, but they eat in the barracks mess hall. And besides the inhabitants, there are a few guests that visit from time to time.” She returned to her food, and nearly as soon as she stopped talking the table was abuzz with conversation. From the scraps that Celia paid attention to, what they were talking about wouldn't have been at all out of the ordinary at the guildhall or a campfire, and the sheer normality of it tore at Celia’s frayed patience.

“I don't get this,” she finally said, a bit of anger leaking back into her voice. This mage had kidnapped her. Stolen her mind and body away, and promised to tame her - and had been quite thorough in explaining what that meant - and... now, she was just having a nice breakfast? And Celia was expected to enjoy it alongside her?! The sheer incongruity only fed her frustration, and she glared at the women assembled at the table. “How aren't any of you angry? This... this...” All the things Gella was and could be fought for space, and there wasn’t time to say them all. She settled on the simple answer. “This bitch is playing out some sick fantasy with you as her fancy toys, and all of you are all smiles!?” The anger that had been stilled during her shower came roaring to life again, sparked by the indignity of being collared and the utter normality of breakfast. She stood up and glowered at Gella. “What kind of twisted game is this? Why aren't you acting like you should?”

Gella sat through Celia's explosion with a look of mild amusement. Beside her, Violet merely watched Celia expressionlessly. Lauren looked a little worried, and Tabitha looked like she was fighting back giggles. 

“Well, Celia, how should I be acting then?” she asked calmly, infuriatingly nice and polite. “Do enlighten me.” Celia’s rage burned, hotter still for the fact that she didn’t have an answer to give to vent it. People with power over others were supposed to be cruel. That was just the way of the world. Explaining that felt like explaining that water was wet or that fire was hot. It was something built into the world. But she didn’t want to tell her captor to treat her worse, did she? The fire that had propelled her this far sank to embers of embarrassment and indignation, but Celia pressed on regardless. 

“Well... you've... tamed Lauren, Tabitha, and Violet, right?”

“I believe I can agree with that,” Gella replied lightly, gesturing to the other women at the table. “How about all of you, my lovely treasures?” Celia’s heart dropped as she watched the responses. Violet nodded once with a soft smile. Tabitha nodded eagerly, adding “heck yeah, Mistress!” And Lauren simply kept smiling, content and unconcerned. She already knew what Gella was capable of. It was all too easy to imagine herself among them, happily proclaiming her love for the pale monster that... that had just had a lovely breakfast with them. Celia’s resolve wavered for a moment. Was... was this really so bad?

“Cut the dragon shit, Gella!” she growled, hoping none of that confusion was visible on her face. “No one would go through the trouble of enslaving people just to have companions for meals.”

Gella seemed to consider that for a moment. “I agree,” she finally answered. “Taking such lovely and talented young women, and simply making them have breakfast with me? That would be a tremendous waste.” After dabbing her lips clean with a napkin, she fixed Celia with a knowing stare. “What you intend to say is that you want some demonstration of what you can expect from your new life.” Celia winced at that. Again, Gella had cut to the heart of things, leaving her no excuse to hide behind, least of all from herself. “Well, that can be arranged. But first, we are going to finish the lovely meal Tabby prepared for us.” She nodded toward Celia's plate.

The righteous anger sputtered to a stop, and Celia took her seat in resignation. Gella was right. It wouldn’t do to waste food. As she finished the admittedly delicious pastry, she went over what she had seen so far. Lauren, Tabitha, and Violet were all under Gella's thumb. That much was certain. They weren't acting like puppets, and they all at least acted like they had real personalities, so the strange docility of Gella's rapier wasn’t in play there. Gella had implied she was still testing the rapier, anyway. Celia cursed her lack of understanding of magic for about the hundredth time since Gella had vanished in her grip. She had wild stories, children's tales, and whatever she could glean from Gella’s almost casual shows of magic, and that left her sorely unprepared for battling a mage. She had never been religious, but she found herself praying to every god she knew for help, and -! 

Her head snapped up to look at Lauren, who was in the middle of an animated conversation with Tabitha. The woman herself was Gella's slave, but the god she served wasn’t. An inkling of a plan began to form, and Celia hid her growing smile.

Once breakfast was over, Gella stood and gestured for all around the table to follow her. Knowing that resistance would be met with compelled obedience, Celia reluctantly followed. Their destination was a comfortably furnished sitting room. Couches and chairs surrounded a central area, sunken down by a step. The whole area was carpeted in something soft that Celia's slippered feet sank into. Gella quickly settled into a large overstuffed chair, looking for all the world like a queen on her throne. Tabitha, Lauren, and Violet took a seat on the couch to her right. Celia chose the chair opposite from the mage’s, looking at her with appraising eyes. This was, she hoped, her first opportunity to see Gella's magic without being on the receiving end. Outwardly she tried her best to look defiant while inwardly she was taking mental notes of everything.

“So our newest guest wanted to see a demonstration of how deeply I control you, my treasures.” The women under Gella’s control all nodded. “Well, I am nothing if not a generous hostess, so...” she trailed off, raising her hand, and spoke in the flowing language of arcane magic. “Cluich comhla agus cadal.” Celia's breath caught, fear gripping her as she felt something change in the air. Was she going to be affected too? It was a longer spell then she had heard the mage use, and she didn’t know exactly what that meant. She had seen priests heal with a word, but take entire stanzas to purify water, and she wasn’t sure if the same rules applied to the arcane. Violet, Lauren and Tabitha all shivered, and as Celia watched, a ripple of relaxation flowed across them. Shoulders slumped and tension fled, leaving the three girls completely, unnaturally relaxed. One by one their eyes slipped shut, fluttering a little, and then opened in unison to reveal sheets of solid glowing color. The pink ring around Lauren’s irises had expanded, even covering her pupils and the whites, creating an unsettling effect. Violet’s eyes were much the same, except they glowed the blue of her rune, beating in time with its pulses. Tabitha’s eyes were a soft orange-red, a faintly flickering color that felt comforting, for some reason.. With the steady rise and fall of their chests, if you ignored the eerie glow of their eyes, you could mistake them as sleeping comfortably.

Celia swallowed hard, feeling a tingle run up her spine. Something deep inside told her to get up, to run to the door and keep running, to run until her legs couldn't carry her and keep running anyway. But something else held her in place. Watching the serene expressions on their faces... Lauren’s lips twitched with the ghost of a smile. Violet looked as perfectly calm as always, but now, Celia couldn’t describe her expression as anything but serene. And judging by the way Tabitha's tail was twitching back and forth by her leg, she was enjoying it too. 

She couldn't stop herself from picturing her in their place. So peaceful, so calm, and as much as the idea of losing control like that horrified her, they were so content... Celia pressed that kernel of jealousy down, deep into that dark part of herself. This is information, she reminded herself, so I can find something to use to escape Gella's clutches. “Are they... can they... What did you do?” she asked, her voice a soft, almost reverential whisper. It felt odd to give Gella that whisper, but the moment was so idyllic...

Gella rose from her seat, walking over to Violet and beginning to run her fingers through the elf’s hair. “Right now, their minds are in the palm of my hand,” she said with a tone of pure devotion that felt out of place coming from the pale mage. “Everything they are is at my fingertips. With a word, I can change what they think, what they feel, what they believe, what they are.” And you use it to... play with their hair? 

Letting the purple stands fall out of her fingers, she leaned down and whispered something into Violet's ear. A moment later the maid's eyes cleared, and she looked up at Gella with one of the softest expressions Celia had ever seen. The look of a lover, or the dearest of friends, not the look a slave gave to their mistress. 

“Thank you, My Lady,” she said with uncharacteristic shyness. Leaning down, Gella tilted Violet's head up, placing a short kiss on her lips. 

“You're very welcome, my Violet.” Turning to look at Celia, Gella gestured to Lauren and Tabitha. “This is your future, Celia. This is what I will provide. Does that answer your question?”

Celia's mind spun. Gella had given up the game so easily, showing her exactly what being tamed would mean. Gella couldn't actually believe someone would ever submit to this, right? To have her mind, her very soul, toyed with at another’s whim? “I...” she swallowed, finding that difficult with her throat suddenly dry. “I won't.” The fire flared again, bright and clear. “I won't! I won’t be broken down into your toy!” 

Gella looked at Celia with what seemed like honest-to-gods confusion. “Broken down? What do you mean?”

Celia grimaced. How was Gella so good at throwing her off like this? “Broken down. Turned into a mindless puppet. Whatever you want to call it, what you've done with them,” she growled. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that they want this, or ever wanted this?” 

At that Gella's smile returned. “Why not ask one of them yourself?”

Celia blinked at the prompt response. “What?” she asked numbly. “Just... Just ask one? Right now?” The fire blew out, and curiosity crept in. 

“Of course. Ask any question you like.” Eyeing Gella cautiously, the warrior cautiously walked toward the couch and knelt in front of the entranced cat-girl. It felt strangely intimate, given the cat-girl's current clothing, or lack thereof. 

“Tabitha, can you hear me?” she asked hesitantly. 

“Mmmhmm...” came a sleepy sounding agreement, somewhere on the border between words and a contented sigh. 

“How do you feel?” she asked carefully, keeping an eye on Gella in case the mage took the chance to begin casting anything. 

“... good. Sleepy. Safe...” Tabitha breathed out, a tiny smile flickering across her face before her expression returned to passive contentment. 

“How did Gella tame you?” she asked, emboldened. There was a long pause, and for a moment Celia thought Tabitha might not have heard her. 

“... made me feel safe. Happy. Loved...” A moment later, Tabitha's tail began twitching a bit more. “... sex is amazing, too...” she sighed.

Celia groaned. The thought had been on her mind all morning, ever since Violet had implied it in the bath. Gella had claimed their minds with magic, but wasn’t content with that, and claimed their bodies as well. As part of becoming a warrior, she had thrown away intimacy, locked it deep and destroyed the key. Those feelings, those thoughts, could lead to hesitation, indecision, and Krisk had taught her even a wasted moment could get her killed. That sobering thought alone was almost enough to draw her gaze away from Tabitha's curves, but... in a daze, she lifted her hand to brush along Tabitha's arm. She was warm and soft and alive, no matter what her expression looked like, and for just a moment Celia could feel that resolve, that lock, straining. She turned away, mustering her will as best she could. 

“Fine,” she admitted. “Fine. You're being nice to your... your treasures. Fine. I'll buy it. For now.” She sat back down in the chair and kept her posture ramrod straight, focusing with renewed intensity on any way to defeat her captor, any way to escape back to her life and freedom. “Wow me, oh great wizard, with your control,” she spat.

Gella didn't react to the barb. Instead, she strode over, standing in front of where Celia was sitting. 

“Celia,” she began, and the warrior was struck by just how unfair it was that such a beautiful, confident woman had to be evil. “Your whole body tensed up when you touched Tabby.” She reached her own pale hand out to Celia's hand and reflexively the warrior jerked away as if she had been shocked. Gella just nodded. “You didn't flinch like that with Vi. It would be one thing if you were intimidated by me, but Tabby? I think not...” Withdrawing her hand, she stared into Celia's eyes, slate eyes seeming to pierce through Celia’s own blue hue into her soul. Celia tried coming up with something, a snarky quip, or a plan of escape, but under the intensity of Gella's searching stare her fire was smothered. “When did you last share your bed with someone, Celia?” Gella asked softly. 

“Four years ago,” Celia admitted, then immediately shot up straight again, covering her mouth in shock.

Gella backed away with a knowing smirk, and Celia was left a flustered mess. Gella had done something to her, she was certain. Some spell or charm or trick, something. That had to be how. 

“Fucking magic,” she snarled, pulling her legs up to her chest on the chair. Gella just smiled enigmatically. 

“No magic, I assure you,” the mage said lightly as she returned to her chair. “By some definitions, neither is this. Lauren, Tabby? When I snap my fingers, you will strip naked, and awaken as my slaves, devoted to pleasure.” 

Celia blinked rapidly, unable to properly form words in the face of such a lurid demand. “You-you don't need to -” she tried to protest, but the mage’s fingers snapped, and the girls on the couch stirred.

Lauren’s eyes closed, then opened again, the pink having retreated to the ring around her irises. Tabitha’s eyes opened as well, none of the orange left in sight. They looked alert and aware, not enthralled and enslaved. Celia’s heart fluttered, as she realized that meant she couldn’t tell who was enthralled that way. Then, her heart fluttered for entirely different reasons.

Tabitha’s clothing was off in a flash, and she bounded over to sit at Gella’s feet immediately, motions practically dripping - no, literally dripping - with lust. In contrast, Lauren disrobed slowly, slipping off her dress with smooth grace. It pooled at her feet, and Celia was surprised to find that the priestess didn’t wear the same kind of support for her breasts that Violet had given her. Instead, the perky orbs sat unfettered, high on her chest, flowing down from skin that looked as smooth as silk. Unlike Tabitha, there was softness to Lauren, small bits of baby fat left clinging to her tummy and hips. Lauren slipped her fingers into the band of her panties, which stretched in a way that no material Celia knew of did, before snapping back to its shape as she slipped the panties off her feet. 

Both of them began to touch themselves. Lauren somehow managed to maintain her grace in the action, lightly groping one breast slowly, while slipping a finger from her other hand between her legs. Tabitha’s hand was not nearly so restrained. She immediately went to her pussy and grabbed one of her breasts, moving roughly and moaning. Celia was struck for a moment, about how two people taking the same actions could be so different...

“How may we serve you, Mistress?” one voice moaned and another gasped.

Celia scrambled back at those words, her self control battered from all sides, but she knew she did not want to be controlled. “I... I don't need to see this,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. She pushed herself to get out of the chair, but strong, gentle hands on her shoulders kept her in place. Looking up into Violet's calm face, she slackened in despair, then tensed as she started to fight. 

“Let me go, Violet,” she demanded. The maid didn’t respond, and Celia attempted to force herself up harder, but Violet’s unnatural strength kept her down.

“My Lady wants you to watch, Celia,” she said softly. “If you keep fighting, I have my own ways to calm you down.” The warrior laughed defiantly, but was cut off by a faint prick of pain in her neck. She watched as the elf slipped a needle back into her apron. . 

“What the fuck did you..?' she trailed off, her mouth simply refusing to cooperate.

The world swam, and it felt like her body was melting, spreading out in waves from her neck. It flooded her arms, which relaxed utterly, dropping to her lap. Her breathing became lethargic, and her inner flame guttered completely in the drugged haze. Violet drugged me! she realized. 

Violet propped her up so she was sitting comfortably, turning her head so the warrior could watch Gella and her pets. The thoughts she had stamped out, thrown away, destroyed, began to rise up without her will to keep them down, and her hazy mind grew hazier with desire. From kissing Lauren's perfectly soft lips, to feeling Tabitha's lithe body as it bucked beneath her, to making Violet's perfectly controlled expression shatter into bliss and... and... and Gella. The beautiful, powerful woman that reigned like a queen, composed even with the two beauties doing their best to entice her. Gella's slate gray eyes and powerful figure looming over her the night before, transmuted by lust into a scene of burning passion. Somehow, somewhere, she found some fragment of will to cling to. She tried to shake her head and close her eyes, but her body wouldn’t listen. “Noo,” she whined. “Gella's eeevil...” Still, the desires, long sealed, refused to fade. A little kernel of jealousy rose at the sight of each woman, seeing them under Gella’s spell, and she wondered how she would look, serene and relaxed, devoted to Gella’s pleasure...

“What is going through your mind, pretty little knight?” Celia's eyes focused at Gella's voice, which sounded as though it was coming from right next to the warrior. But the mage was still seated across from Celia, smiling at her from across the little sunken area. A gasp and a needy little purr brought the warrior's gaze to the open space, and the sight engulfed her senses in a different kind of flame. Lauren was on her back, her long pink hair spilling behind her like a puddle of bright ink. One hand was tangled in Tabby's hair between her ears, while the other was softly playing with her breast. Tabby was between the priestess’s creamy thighs and lapping at her sex, tail swishing back and forth while she made her fellow slave squirm. 

“Tabby is excellent with her tongue,” Gella chuckled, her voice sounding clear despite the distance and the drug-fueled haze, and Celia’s imagination was only too happy to provide phantom images of the beautiful cat-girl between Celia's own legs.

“My Lady expects you to watch, Celia,” Violet's voice flowed into Celia's ear - and she was actually next to her, she realized absently - her usually calm tones laced with a hint of teasing. “If you aren't going to watch these two beautiful girls enjoy themselves, then they'll just have to make use of your other senses.” Before Celia's muddled mind could puzzle through that she felt a warm weight slip into her lap. Skin hot as the beating sun curled in close, and the scent of sweat and desire was overpowering. Nimble fingers slipped into the warrior's shirt, and when her eyes flew open, it was Tabitha that was perched on her lap, grinning broadly. 

“You have such pretty blue eyes, Celia,” the cat-girl purred, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on Celia's cheek. Chaste didn’t enter into what her questing hand was doing, finding the blonde woman's stiff nipple and capturing it between thumb and forefinger. Rolling the sensitive tip, Tabitha purred into Celia's ear. “Mmmm, you're so fucking sexy, Celia. I saw how you were looking at me in the kitchen,” the cat-girl moaned, dragging a slightly rough tongue across Celia's cheek. “It got me so wet.”

Celia's body didn’t respond, but the drug-haze didn’t dull her senses in the slightest. In fact, she felt even more sensitive. Was that the drug, or the time she had resisted the urge, or some magic Gella had cast? It didn’t matter, in the end. The drug-haze was almost eclipsed in her mind by the haze of burning hot lust, which ignited into roaring desire as Tabitha continued to expertly touch and tease her. She gasped, unable to do much else, as she bore Tabitha's ministrations. Celia could feel the peak rushing toward her. Unable to resist, and at the moment, unwilling to try, she simply let it take her, and cried out in ecstacy. Her body slumped, spent, into the chair. Despite the world fading away, Gella's voice was crystal clear in her mind. 

“Good girl, Celia. Such a very good girl.”

A moment later, she heard Lauren's beautiful, kind voice from her side. “Purifier la drogue,” she said in the strange, clipped tones of the divine language. All at once the heavy torpor clouding her thoughts vanished, though the haze of lust remained, and Celia was left feeling warm and flushed. Shaking her head to clear it, she realized what had just happened, and froze. All at once, she fled the room without a moment’s hesitation. But as she did, a small, traitorous part of her thought...

Was that really so bad?