Alsie shook in her bonds. "S-stop wasting your time! I won't g-give iNN!!"

 

Her retort ended in a whine as one of the smaller tentacles brushed against her clit. She was held up by thick tentacles in a reclining position, legs spread and arms bound above her head. It only took a few of the dozens tentacles to restrain her, so the others floated around her, teasing her sensitive areas without ever letting her climax. It must've been over an hour since the cult priestess had captured her like this, but it was impossible to retrace her steps enough to time her situation out before another tentacle brushed or stroked or flicked some part of her to scatter her train of thought to the wind. She was slipping, and she knew it.

 

The priestess giggled. "You'll definitely give in, and I don't think it'll be much longer either! But even if you never crack, I certainly wouldn't consider the show you're giving me a 'waste of time'~"

 

Alsie opened her mouth to rebut, but a twist to her left nipple plunged the thought back down under her ocean of need.

 

"All you have to do to cum is let me into your mind. It's so easy! Just... stop fighting~"

 

The warrior shut her eyes and tried to slow her breathing. Meditating hadn't worked before, but she ran out of new options a long time ago. If she could slow her breathing enough, she might be able to focus on a spell to get out of this. She felt her body relax a little and the burning need subside just slightly, before a flick to her clit broke her out of her pattern. She arched her back and cried out, and then she was back to panting.

 

"Oops, I gotta be careful with that, I almost made you cum a little didn't I," the priestess teased.

 

Her situation was humiliating. Alsie was one of the strongest warriors in her temple, standing over six feet tall and built like a tank. Her captor, on the other hand, couldn't have been much taller than five feet, and though her robes concealed her form she was obviously on the dainty side. To her horror though, she realized the shame of her defeat was turning her on even more. She told herself it was just the constant denial putting thoughts in her head. She wanted desperately to break free of her bonds, tackle the little bitch to the ground, and-

 

"Aww, it seems like the big strong warrior woman is staring at me! Why don't I really give her something to look at~"

 

The priestess slipped off her robes to reveal the naked body underneath. She had a slender build, but not as slender as expected. She had a cute tummy and thick thighs, and an obscene tattoo over her lower abdomen. She wore her shimmering red hair down to her ass, which Alsie couldn't see but imagined anyway. She wore a scarlet smokey eye look with pronounced eyeliner terminating in a wing, and sinfully dark lipstick to match her eye shadow. Shamefully, Alsie liked what she saw. She caught herself staring and shifted her gaze to the floor.

 

"Oh, I forgot about the last part!"

 

The priestess muttered under her breath and traced a circle around her clit. The circle filled with purple light, and a cock grew out of it, long and thick and smoothly tapered to a point at the end with gentle ridges along the top. Alsie couldn't take her eyes off of it.

 

"Hmm I thought you were a cleric of the Huntress? I can't imagine what kinds of thoughts the pious warrior could be having right now, staring at my cock so hungrily~" the Priestess teased.

 

Alsie shook herself out of her reverie. "Why are you doing this? I'm not even important, I don't know anything you'd want! Please, just let me g-"

 

"Come?" the Priestess interjected. "You know, I'm sure if I probed your mind enough I could mine some strategic value out of breaking you, but to be honest I just think you're a hottie. You're huge and made of muscle! How could I not want to snap your will like a twig? You'd make a perfect obedient little thrall~"

 

The words made Alsie's sex twitch with need.

 

"Especially now that I've ruined you like this... you should see yourself. Staring at my cock, bucking in place, and drooling from both ends. I doubt your precious temple would ever take you back now~"

 

The priestess snapped her fingers and the wall behind her shimmered and turned reflective. She stepped out of the way so the mighty warrior could see herself, bucking helplessly, panting, and staring at her own reflection with the neediest, sluttiest look she had ever seen on a woman. She didn't see a warrior in the mirror anymore. She saw a needy plaything, lost in its own desires.

 

Alsie broke. Denial, shame, and lust had worn the foundations of her mental fortress, and despair crashed over it like a tidal wave washing it out to sea. She felt the priestess invade her mind and welcomed her in.

 

"Hmm, there sure are a lot of thoughts in here aren't there? I suppose I should clean up in here~" she teased.

 

Alsie's will continued to disintegrate and shameless, pathetic desire took its place. "Please... I let you in, so please... let me..." Her hips thrashed wildly in place as she begged for release.

 

The priestess laughed, and shame swirled in Alsie's gut and stoked her lust even more. "Beg like the pathetic slut you are and I might~"

 

All restraint, all shame evaporated. "Please Mistress please please fuck me please shove your cock in me and fill me please mess me up and ruin me and fuck my brains out please pleeaase!"

 

"Good girl," the smaller woman said, before entering her. Alsie came hard and instantly, but the priestess continued moving. She moaned and screamed and begged as her Mistress took her, crying tears of joy and sorrow and elation and desire as Mistress spent the next several hours pulverizing her mind and body, and looked forward to being remade as her Mistress's perfect thrall.