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April was paralyzed.

No, that wasn't quite right. If the lynx had been paralyzed, she would have fallen to the ground like a ragdoll. Instead she was held still by some unseen force. She was arched on tip-toes. Her ears were perked to listen to any sound. Her hands were stretched tentatively forward, claws just peeking from their sheaths. Her eyes were fixed on the ornately carved statuette that April was sure would rake in a fortune on the black market. So oppressive was the control that the lynx couldn't flick her ears or turn her eyes to look somewhere else. Thank the gods she could breathe and blink.

Magic. It had to be magic.

That's what she got for trying to rob a sorceress.

But the wards. She should have been protected. Terrin had gotten away with it, and she was doing exactly what he had done.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she heard noises from outside the study she was in. A footstep, followed by a tap, followed by a sound of something being dragged along the floor. She strained with every fiber of her being, but the most movement she managed was to blink her eyes a little faster. The footsteps got closer. And closer.

The light in the room flicked on. A voice booming with authority boomed in her ears. "I am Petra Alekken, sorceress of the eastern light. And you, thief, are trespassing. Kneel or perish."

With every ounce of will, April prayed that she would kneel and not be struck dead on the spot.

And then the voice began to giggle. It was a rather mirthless laughter. "If only you could see the look on your face right now." The owner of the house stepped a little closer and out of the corner of her eye April could see Petra in person now. She was a white dragoness, dressed in an elegant, flowing nightgown that seemed to sparkle with moonlight and walking with a heavy cane and limp. "You're terrified," the sorceress observed. "Good, but it's perhaps a bit much right now."

The dragon sorceress waved a hand and spoke a hidden word of power. The syllables of it were lost to April, but she felt her heart quiet and her mind calm. Her fear wasn't gone, but it had stopped dominating every last thought.

The dragoness step-dragged herself closer. She reached under April's neck, fishing along the edge of the balaclava the lynx wore until her fingers alighted on metal. "A-ha!" She tugged and the pendant came loose. "Just as I'd hoped. Looks like Terrin did his job well."

Terrin? That bastard. It was a fake! No wonder she wasn't protected from the sorceress's magic.

The sorceress swung the pendant teasingly before April's face. Her lips were drawn in a small, cruel smile. "Not quite what you hoped it was, was it? I'm sure you had it tested and found that yes, it was enchanted to protect you from certain wards. You might even have confirmed that some of those wards were on the perimeter of the estate. But it was never designed to protect you against the wards in here."

A clever ruse, and April was beating herself up over it.

The dragoness's clawed hands returned to April's form, moving down from her neck, over the curve of her breasts. "Oooh, Terrin did his job very well." She cupped one breast in her hand, kneading it with sinuous motions.

April was suddenly very glad with how tightly the spell was holding her. It was preventing her from getting aroused. No matter what fantasies she entertained when she was home alone, this was not what she wanted to happen in the middle of a job.

"As much as I could talk by myself for hours, I would like you to answer some questions." The sorceress retracted her hand from the lynx's breast and waved it in the air again with another word of power. A tingle spread along April's body.

She could move again!

At once she ran for the door. And then turned and walked back in.

Then she ran out. And walked back in.

The lynx tried to leave three more times before standing there, eyes glaring out from behind the shadows of the balaclava. "What did you do?" she demanded.

The dragoness tsked her. "Now, now. Watch your tone."

The lynx growled low in her throat.

A crack filled the air as the dragoness's wings snapped to their full span with the speed of a whip. Her eyes, normally a purple dot inside an opal field, seemed to burn with inner fire. "Watch your tone, girl. You dare speak to a sorceress that way in her seat of power?" Searing white light filled the room. Although it was the middle of the night, April felt like she was standing outside on a clear sunny day in midsummer. She yanked off her balaclava, fanned herself, and panted, desperate to cool down.

And then the light was gone.

The dragoness sneered down at her. "You will address me with respect in my home, girl."

"And how..." Although the room had cooled off, April had not yet. She needed a few moments more of panting for breath to regain her wits. "And how should I address you?"

The dragoness turned and leaned on her cane, hobbling over to the tall windows that looked down over her estate. "Mistress Petra," she said. "Or just Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," April said, silently cursing herself for how easy it was to let those words come off her tongue. "If I may ask then, what did you do? Why can't I leave?"

Petra rolled her eyes. "I replaced one enchantment with another. You can move, but you may not leave the room, call for help, or hurt me."

April balled her hands into fists. Trapped still. She punched a wall in frustration.

"Please don't do that," the dragoness said while massaging her temple. "I am trying to give you as much freedom as I can. I will remove it again if I deem necessary."

"What do you want, Mistress?" She poured as much sarcasm as she was capable of into that last word.

The dragoness snorted at the impudence. Smoke curled from her nostrils. Her voice dropped low and cold. "Breaking and entering. Attempted robbery. I'm sure I could get interference with a sorceress's duties added to the list without difficulty. Three years in prison, no doubt."

"I could argue that this is entrapment, Mistress."

Petra reached up and ran a finger through the smoke she had emitted a moment ago. It swirled and wrapped around her finger. "You could. But believe me when I say I am rich enough to afford a lawyer who could get around that."

The lynx glanced around the room and its ornate furnishings. It was true. Damn it. April knew the sorceress wanted something else from her. The dragoness wanted to bargain, and she was the one sitting with all the cards. What did she really want though? Given the way the dragoness had treated her and demanded to be called Mistress, she wouldn't have been surprised if "lesbian love slave" were the answer. Well, fine, if it came to that. It wasn't like April hadn't fucked her way out of a prison sentence before. She tried to relax, calm her features, be a little seductive. "So what is it you really want, Mistress?" The lynx put a hand on a hip and put the hip at a slight angle in what she hoped was an alluring pose.

The dragoness followed the curve of her body. There was that at least. "You won't let me have any fun and build up the suspense, will you?" She waited, but April stood there, just as patient. "Fine. I'll make you the same offer I made all the others."

The lynx's tufted ears perked at that. An offer? That could be promising. "What did you have in mind?"

The dragoness listed to the side of her good leg so she could pick her cane off the ground, using it to gesture around the room and beyond it to the impressive estate beyond its windows. Even that act seemed to drain her, and when she brought her arm down and rested her weight on it, the opal hue of her scales had flushed pink. "I need security contracting. Even with my magic, one can't be too careful with mundane protections. I thought I had tuned the system so that it was near flawless. And yet, here you are. Clearly I missed something."

"Security contracting?" The lynx's eyes widened and her pose lost any attempt she had been making of faux respectfulness. "That sounds like you plan to pay me."

"Remember your place," the dragoness warned, and when April took a meek step back, she continued with a sigh. "Yes, I plan to pay you, and handsomely too. You've no doubt been planning this for months, hoping for a big score. I can offer three hundred thousand credits."

April was floored. That was enough to keep her going for years. "You're joking."

"I told you to remember your place, and you will remember it or I will rescind the offer."

The lynx flinched. Okay, she had to be respectful. Just play to the sorceress's wishes and she could walk out of here not only free but rich. "Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress," she said. "But surely there is a catch to all this."

"Ah yes, the catch," the dragoness muttered. She moved to one of the study's plush armchairs, trying to lower herself into it, but her bad leg had trouble bending. April rushed to her side and held her shoulders as she fell into the seat. "Thank you, girl. And yes, the catch will be that I wipe your memory. You won't remember this at all. Instead, you will believe you successfully broke in, stole some priceless trinkets, and made it back with me being none the wiser. Oh, and I'll leave you with the pendant and a compulsion to talk about your break-in here with your fellow thieves' guild members. You'll tell them all about how the pendant protected you, and then you'll leave the pendant just a tad too unguarded."April shook her head in amazement. That was exactly how it had happened with her and Terrin. On a late night last winter, when the fire was dying and they were both filling themselves up on booze to keep their spirits up, he had told her about breaking in to this very estate and the pendant that had saved his hide. She had waited nearly a week before finding the perfect moment to separate him from his trinket.

"See, he wasn't doing it out of spite." The dragoness's lips pursed into a thin, wry smile. "What do you think of your options?"

April scoffed and flicked an ear, then remembered she had to be respectful and made a little bow in apology. "They are hardly options, Mistress. Jail time or loads of money with a minor magical compulsion. Why even bother to make the offer?"

"Mental magic, my dear," the dragoness said. She twirled a hand up by her temple, as if caressing her own thoughts. Sparks flew from the tips of her fingers. Her eyes rolled in their sockets dramatically. "Magic can't force you to think a certain way. I can't just choose to wipe your mind. It requires willingness on the subject's part. So I give a choice. And it has to be a real choice, because you have to be truly willing."

"Entrapment doesn't negate that?"

The dragoness looked right at her. The gaze was cold and stern. It made April shiver and want to look away. "I may have provided the tool, but you made the decision to break in here, knowing that one possibility would be being caught. That is still a possibility. I merely provided you with a second option."

April bobbed her head once and began to pace the room as if weighing the options carefully. She peeled off the gloves she wore and stuffed those away with the balaclava, then rolled up her sleeves. "That can't really be all of it, can it, Mistress?" she gave a knowing smile towards the dragoness. "You could have hired squads to test your security system for you. You could have even contracted with the thieves' guild itself. There's something else you want."

The dragoness looked away, scowling. "Yes."

April bent forward, hands on her knees. "And...? What is it?"

"There's a third option. I want... a companion."

She grinned, unable to hold back the glee at being right earlier. Lesbian love slave it was. But a touch of doubt wriggled at the back of her brain. If that had been an option, why hadn't Terrin taken it? The guy paid for dominatrixes by the truckload. He would have loved being with the sorceress. "You mean a lover, right, Mistress?"

A snort and more smoke emanated from the dragoness, but she nodded.

"I don't believe it," April said, mostly to herself. She stood up straight with her hands on her hips. "You go through all of this, wait for years, just to offer someone a chance to be your lover? How would you even know if I'm into you?"

The dragoness didn't meet her gaze. She just held up the pendant. "Part of the magic on this and the compulsion. It's designed to seek out people who would be compatible with me. It chose you, so you must either be a lesbian or bisexual."

The lynx shrugged. She was right. "There's got to be a better way to find someone to fuck you," she said, respectful tone gone for the moment.

"Not for me."

"And why not?"

The sorceress tapped the knee of her bad leg.

"A bum leg? So what? Can't you just use your magic and fix it?"

The dragoness's thin smile grew even thinner, until at last it disappeared entirely. "Healing magic is a complicated field. It can take months to properly lay out the lines of enchantment so you knit together the nerves and blood vessels and muscles in just the right way. If you take only a week, say, and rush into things then..." She reached down and pulled up the trailing hem of her nightgown to show off her foot.

April recoiled, hand over her mouth. Bile rose in her throat.

The hem of the nightgown dropped. "There's a bucket in the corner if you need," Petra said in monotone.

The lynx swallowed hard. Twice. Things stayed down thank the gods. "I... how...?"

"Now you know why sorceresses aren't in high demand at hospitals. We often do more damage than we fix. I had a little limp, I wanted to fix it, and now I'm paying the price. I can't even get rid of it, because I imbued my own leg with resilience."

April shuddered. She shut her eyes tight, but she could still see the flesh, the veins, twisting in ways they were not meant to twist. She'd seen severe injuries, but this was something altogether different. Almost otherworldly. "I am going to have so many nightmares."

"I know." The sorceress's voice had shrunk to nearly a whisper. "That's part of why the second option includes the removal of memories. I think I let something dark creep into the magic."

April pinched the bridge of her muzzle. At least she didn't think she was going to throw up any more.

She opened her eyes to see Petra studying her, smoke curling from the dragoness's nostrils. It grew thicker and blacker until she stood in a sudden rage, her wings extending to their full majesty behind her. "We sorceresses should have legions of followers! We should have worshippers. We should have men and women throwing themselves at our feet, begging like curs for the smallest favors." She rounded on April, fire dancing on her tongue. "You, all of you, should kneel before the true masters of this world and be thankful we let you keep your wretched lives." She swung her cane up as if to smack it across the lynx's face and lost her balance. The bad leg crumpled underneath her and she splayed out on the carpet.

April was torn. The tirade had spooked her, but hearing what she had gone through, the lynx only felt sorry for her. She knelt down beside Petra and helped the dragoness to her feet.

"Thank you," the sorceress muttered. The last flickers of flame in her mouth died in a small puff of black smoke. She did not resist as April pulled her into the nearby chair. "I have servants at least, domestics and business associates who work with me, but no one closer."

The lynx looked around for an idea. "But with your magic..."

"Mental magic can only work on the truly willing, remember, girl?" The sorceress snapped. But then she immediately softened. "I tried it before. I was hiring some new workers for more menial tasks and put the option there for them to be a companion. Three even took the offer. But... the magic didn't work. They were willing, but not willing enough." She pulled the pendant out and held it in the air. "That's when I came up with this plan. I use it to search for someone truly compatible with me and I give them another option, the second one I gave you, something that is truly irresistible. If they chose to be with me, then it could only be because it was what they truly wanted."

"You're asking for a lot, to let someone magic them into falling in love with you."

"I'm asking for far more than that." The smile returned to her at last. "I am a woman of very particular tastes. Sorceresses are supposed to be worshipped after all. I don't want an equal partner. I want a plaything." She reached out and touched the lynx's cheek. "And it is not as though I am asking for you to give up everything and receive nothing in return. I know you have desires that you have been unable to fulfill. I know you want to serve, to kneel, to obey someone who will truly and completely control you." Her finger traced the line of the lynx's shivering jaw. "I can make all that come true."

"H-how...?"

"I told you. The pendant. It will only seek you out if you are compatible with my own desires."

The lynx was quivering now. Surely the dragoness had to be able to smell the hint of her arousal on the air. "What would you do with me?"

The dragoness sat forward. "I would mold you into the perfect plaything for me. I would control all aspects of your life: what you wear, when you eat, what you eat, when you are permitted to use clothes, when you are permitted to speak, when you are permitted to look me in the eye, when you are permitted to orgasm or even touch yourself."

The quivering got stronger. "You're asking me to give up my whole life. For... for a fantasy?"

"A fantasy you've always desperately wanted," the dragoness pointed out.

April sighed. "I'm sorry. I can't."

"I understand."

"At least not without a test run."

The dragoness looked up sharply. "What?"

April took a deep breath. "Look, you can't ask me to give up my entire life like that, grand sorceress or not. I'm still a person. But I can give you... a week, let's say. At the end, you return me to the way I was before, and give me the same options I had before. Only with more money this time! I'm not being your lovetoy for a week for free, even if I do enjoy it."

With each word she spoke, the dragoness looked happier and happier. "Four -- no, five hundred thousand credits."

"Deal." The lynx took a tentative step forward. "So, what do I do?"

The dragoness pulled herself up from her seat. She winced sharply from the pain, but she ignored it and offered her cane-free hand. "You know what I wish to do and accept it?"

The lynx nodded and took the hand in hers.

"Then stand still." She seemed to shake as she called on the magical energies into a word of power. Her eyes glowed white, then faded.

"Did it work?" April asked.

The sorceress lowered her hand, her eyes returning to normal. "It should have. How do you feel?"

April felt it was an important question. She strongly considered the answer. "I'm perfectly fine, although it's late and I've been through a lot, so I want to sleep soon."

"And..." The sorceress's breath caught in her throat for a moment. "How do you feel about me?"

April smiled and bowed low. "You are the most wonderful being in creation. I live to serve you." And she meant it.

The dragoness gasped and then laughed, a shaky, nervous laugh, but one that for the first time since they had met one another in the study sounded like it came from true joy. "And how do I look?"

"Ravishing," the lynx responded, dreamily.

"I'm attractive?"

The lynx nodded fervently, a blush on her cheeks. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. It makes me feel honored that you'd want me to be with you."

The dragoness lunged forward, clutching the lynx by the nape of her neck and dragging her into the deepest kiss that either one of them had ever experienced. When it broke, the dragoness stood to her full height. "Now, girl, you are Mine, correct?"

April, feeling drunk after the lovely kiss, could barely manage to assent to the question at first. "Yes. I am your property. You are my owner."

"Well, first rule then: property is to be naked when in private with me, unless otherwise directed."

The lynx leapt to obey, stripping out of the tight, silent thief's clothes she wore. In seconds, all of it was off and she stood naked and proud before the dragoness. She puffed out her chest as she noticed the dragoness's gaze upon it. It was right for her to be inspected by her owner. And when the dragoness's gaze fell lower, the lynx spread her legs and used her fingers to hold her lower lips apart.

"And now me too. Undress me." Petra's voice was quick, excited.

The lynx stepped forward, her motions slow and reverent as she undid the buttons on the dragoness's nightgown and helped her out of it. She had worn nothing underneath that night.

Petra flinched when the young lynx had reached her legs, but the obedient woman before her didn't even pause. She set the clothes aside and stayed where she had finished removing them: on her knees, looking up at her owner with her short little tail wiggling in anticipation.

The dragoness bent over and touched her property's jaw, picking her up and pulling the lynx against her own body. She shivered at the first truly intimate contact she had had with another being in over a decade. "I want you to play with yourself," the dragoness whispered into her plaything's ears. "And I want you thinking of me, serving me, every moment until you climax."

No sooner than the words out than the lynx began to obey. She stayed pressed in close and brought both hands down to rub over her breasts. The lynx bit her lip, stifling a moan. Her nipples were already hard and aching for her owner to play with them. All she could think of was the dragoness using her, that those hands teasing over her body were her owner's hands. She knew what she wished her owner would do, so she did it herself: her hand crept down her belly, cupped her sex, and pushed two fingers deep inside without any warning, treating her like the toy she was. A louder moan burbled up through her throat, and soon every breath became a purr.

"Yes," the dragoness hissed. "That's it."

Her fingers plunged in again and again. A nipple was pinched and rolled between two fingers. Her thighs clenched tightly in need. And then, curling her fingers inside herself, she came. Stars burst before her eyes and she panted heavily to recover her breath. She leaned up against the dragoness, who was panting too.

"Come along," the sorceress said, starting to hobble her way towards her bedroom. "Now you will tend to me."

The lynx followed, her nose catching the delicious scent of the dragoness's arousal in her wake.

* * *

The dragoness stepped back. The glow faded. "One week. As promised."

April shook herself and looked down over her body. She was back in the study, dressed in her clothes again. All the memories were still there. The shift from being a plaything to being her own person again made her feel woozy. She slumped back into the chair that had been provided her.

The dragoness lowered a wing, revealing a suitcase packed full of money. "And the payment, if you wish it."

April glanced at it. Crisply folded notes filled it to the brim. "That's way more than you said."

Petra nodded. "You gave me one of the most satisfying weeks of my life. I felt I owed you." She was trying to be business-like, but the lynx could see the uncertainty shaking her.

The lynx brought her hands to her temples, rubbing insistently. She had a hard time focusing and she had a strange taste in her mouth... She blushed deeply when she realized it was the taste of the dragoness's sex. Their last bit of fun before she was returned to normal.

"What is your decision?" Petra asked.

"I haven't made one," she said suddenly. "I need time. I need to know what I want, what I really want." She sprang to her feet. "Will you wait for me?"

The dragoness nodded and tried unsuccessfully to let no emotion show on her face as the lynx quickly ran out, the briefcase and its money so far untouched.

* * *

Ten days later, Petra awoke to the sound of her doorbell ringing. She tapped the button on the nightstand that brought up the front entrance camera and nearly fell out of bed when she saw who it was. She buzzed the lynx in and dressed hurriedly, moving as fast as she could to the entrance hall. By the time she arrived, April was already naked and tossing the remnants of her clothes into a duffel bag. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to sell a condo these days?" She laughed.

Petra could barely believe what she was seeing. "So you've decided to stay with me?"

"Yeah, I had to take care of some things first. Didn't seem right to have a place of my own if I was going to be spending all my time here. This is all I have left." She gestured to three large duffel bags.

The dragoness reached out her hand as she had the first time.

The lynx looked at it, smiled, but didn't take it. "I want to make some changes to the arrangement."

Petra's eyes narrowed. She was a sorceress. She was not used to people making demands of her. "And those are?"

"First, I don't want to be your property all the time. It's fun, but I also want to do my things on occasion. I don't want to just be yours. I'd like you to be mine -- my lover I mean, not my plaything. One day a week, at the least."

Petra nodded.

"Second, I always have the option of leaving if I want to."

Petra nodded again, faster, more impatient.

"Third, no more trying to get any other 'companions.' I want you to myself."

"Yes, yes. Is there anything else?"

"Only one." The lynx knelt down and pulled out a collar and leash from the bag. She hooked the collar around her neck and held the leash out teasingly. "Last time was too easy. You just magicked me and I was doing everything you ever wanted. I want to be properly broken to your will this time. No magic allowed for the first few days."

"But what about..." She trailed off and gestured down at her leg.

April shrugged. "I can still remember what it looked like, and I haven't had any nightmares. Maybe you didn't get rid of all the magic like you said you did."

"No, I'm sure I did."

The lynx allowed herself a small smile. "Then perhaps it doesn't matter anymore."

Petra reached out and took hold of the leash. At first her fingers trembled, but they stilled as she filled her voice with power, not the magical kind, but the pure unadulterated charisma of a true sorceress. "Get on your knees, girl. Down where you belong."