Sealed with a Kiss
#1 of Sealed Series
Sealed with a Kiss
By Von Krieger
Trina looked over herself last time, assuring that her mask was in place, that not a hint of skin showed through her bodysuit, and that all her little charms were set, secure, and arranged so that they wouldn't catch the light. Her trips into the magic shop in town, after hours, had only made tonight's theft easier. Charms of invisibility and silence were worn upon her fingers and around her wrist; even the rattling of the small metal shapes upon the bracelets was made utterly silent by the spells.
They would only last for an hour, but that was all the time the thief needed to sneak in, grab a few wands, and get out. The old witch kept her charms in the shop, but the source of there power was in one of the many energy-filled wands she had in her possession. Just a tap would be enough to grant the charms another hour of use, and the old hag had dozens of them. She was always losing them; leaving them behind in the store or having them fall out of her pockets. But try as she might, Trina found herself unable to get ahold of one. It was like the hag was having her luck balance the theft of a few trinkets from her shop.
Trina wasn't greedy, not when it came to magic. Oh sure, she made enough from thieving on her trips up and down the river in the more bustling towns of the realm. No one would think to look for a great looter of bloated nobles living as a barmaid in some small town like this. Most of the proceeds from what she stole were invested in properties and businesses, giving her some small, but continuous, returns. Once she'd managed to acquire a wand to power her trinkets, Trina would go on a grand pilfering spree, using her ill-gotten gains to start a trading company. Then she could sit back, relax, and hang up the bar cloth once and for all. She'd shift to a new cover ID and enjoy the benefits of her burglary for once.
The door latch opened easily with a quick application of her picks. The old witch would long since have put out the lights and retired to her bedroom at the back of the cabin. She kept a few wands just inside the door, on the table. It would take all of a minute to be in and out.
The field of silence filled a sphere for several feet around Trina's body, assuring that the hinges didn't creak as she opened the door and crept inside. Upon the coffee table were a number of wands, most of them carved wood slipped within an etched metal sleeve and sealed with molten glass over the long end, the magic keeping the wood from charring.
Trina chuckled silently as she reached out, grabbing a half dozen. She turned, only to find the door slamming shut, and in-front of her exit stood a young woman. No... not young. Her hair was heavily grayed and her eyes shown with experience and age, but her skin was absolutely flawless.
"So, you're the naughty girl who has been snatching things from my store." The witch said, seemingly more amused than anything. She made a small motion with her hand and Trina found herself paralyzed, unable to move. With a second motion, all the stolen jewelry fell to the floor.
The witch drew closer, removing Trina's mask and unfastening the band that held her chestnut hair in place. She ran her fingers through it, combing it out into a semblance of order.
"My, quite the beauty you are." The witch almost purred. Trina found herself almost trying to lean into the caress as her captor stroked her cheek.
"I've lived for centuries beyond my normal life span, little girl," the witch said, "And in that time I've learned many secrets, and grown constantly in power. To think that you could turn that power against me, so foolish. And to think that I was merely a doddering old hag..."
She chuckled and turned away from Trina, beckoning her onward. The thief found her body moving without her consent, following the sorceress to the back of the cabin. But rather than turning at the end of the hallway and stepping into the bedroom, the witch kept walking, striding right through the mirror hung at the end as if it were merely another doorway. Trina winced as she approached, unable to stop herself, expecting some sort of horrible sensations as she stepped through, but she was almost disappointed to find the transition like stepping through a cool curtain of mist.
"Welcome to my proper home, little thief." The witch said, gesturing around her. It was essentially a mirror of the cabin, but beyond the hallway with the mirror, it was quite different.
The witch lead her into the mirror-cabin's entryway, the furniture grander and more comfortable looking than the lumpy-cushioned chairs she had seen. The walls were lined with cabinets and shelves, books and bottles everywhere. "Now just have a seat, my girl, and we'll tend to the business of your punishment, hmm?"
The witch laughed, not a mad cackle as Trina expected, but a pleasant, good humored chuckle that Trina would expect from a jolly faerie queen who just told a wonderful joke. The sorceress hummed to herself as she mixed oils, powers, and herbs together in a single bottle, pouring in a strong-smelling alcohol.
The mixture turned a shade of red-brown and began to pour off a thick blue smoke that smelled oddly like orange blossoms. The witch laughed again as she approached Trina, the girl's mind working furiously as to what fate would await her. Was she going to be turned into a frog? That was the usual thing witches did to people. Trina most certainly did not want to spend her days hopping around ponds and eating bugs.
If she hadn't been enchanted into motionlessness Trina would've yelped and jumped out of the chair as the witch sat in her lap. It was rather strange; her captor was more... friendly than fearsome. She even threw an arm around Trina's neck and shoulders seeming to almost... snuggle with her. It felt... kind of good.
"Now, there's no need to be afraid. This won't hurt at all, it will feel rather strange for a little bit, but then the worst of it is over." she said with a smile, and Trina found herself smiling a little bit as well.
The witch shifted the potion from one hand to the other, and Trina found herself opening her mouth, trying to take it in. Maybe if she cooperated, things wouldn't be so bad. But instead the witch moved it away and laughed. "Silly girl, that's not for you!" she playfully scolded, "It's for me!"
In two quick gulps the potion vanished down the enchantress' throat. She gave a contented sigh and exhaled a thick plume of cerulean smoke from her nostrils, "Mmm... haven't had one of these since my reign of terror a good six hundred years ago." She said with a laugh. Trina found the witch's hand upon her cheek, "But I shouldn't be too out of practice." She purred, leaning forward, lips parting.
The thief hadn't really noticed the way the witch looked before. All she could think of were the eyes and her grey hair. It was all anyone ever seemed to notice. Hair the color of steel, eyes filled with the wonders of the world, dressed in black, and carried a cane wherever she went. And a witch to boot. So of course Trina's mind filled in the blanks, assuming her to be a weathered old crone. But she wasn't, the witch was in fact quite the stunning beauty. Her creamy skin was perfectly smooth and flawless, completely absent of blemish. Her lips were tinted an odd shade of silver-blue, the same hue tinting the lids of her eyes. Her figure was one to die for, one that would be the envy of any lady of the night.
But what drew Trina's attention the most was the witch's bust. She wasn't sure how it had avoided her notice before. Like the rest of the sorceress, it seemed to be noticed, and yet filed away as something unimportant. The woman had bewitched those around her, preventing anyone from taking notice of the oddity. For nestled between the witch's breasts was a third.
While generous by most standards, it was rather odd, somewhat smaller than the two around it. But somehow it drew Trina's attention in a way that the other two did not, she found herself wanting to lean forward, to press her lips against it.
"A witch draws upon a force outside herself for power. Some draw upon the spirits of the land, others the faerie courts, some call upon the squamous things from outside the world." She said, chuckling and running her fingers through the thief's hair once more, "And others like me call upon the powers of demonic origin, and are marked by our patrons. Pentagrams on the palm, hooved feet, perhaps a spade-tipped tail for some. Though on occasion there are patrons who are a little more... inventive, or perverse. Those who draw upon the Court of Gerrig, for example. I couldn't imagine living in public after five hundred years under her."
The witch drew Trina closer, the thief's head resting upon her generous triple bust. She could barely comprehend the words the enchantress spoke to her, so enthralled was she by the captivating beauty.
"My patron, for example, has a sense of humor. Demons and devils usually aren't known for creativity. But those who were once mortal, however, tend to have a bit more personality to them. Supposedly on a human being any more than the two normal nipples means they were used to nurse demons. It became a mark of a demon, only because ignorant people thought it to be so."
The witch smiled, tendrils of blue smoke floating between the gaps in her teeth. They seemed almost alive the way the moved in the air, not seeming to dissipate. Trina realized that something bad was about to happen, but as the witch placed both hands upon her cheeks, she couldn't bear the thought of moving away.
"Time for you punishment now, little girl." The witch said softly, the smoke continuing to pour from her mouth as she leaned forward, her lips meeting Trina's. It was all the girl could do to prevent herself from climaxing on the spot. The witch's lips were so soft and perfect, her tongue seeming to know exactly what to do to drive Trina crazy with the sensation.
She also felt that strange smoke slipping down her throat; it felt odd, cold, making some parts of her tingle, others feeling oddly numbed. It seemed to seize something deep within her, yanking it free, and then withdrawing. It was something important, but Trina found herself unable to care about its absence, nor about her captivity.
The witch felt good against her, and that was all that mattered. The sorceress broke the kiss, a pleased grin upon her face, "Mmm... I can't believe I'd forgotten how good that felt."
Trina found herself able to move once again, but much to her chagrin the witch stood, leaving Trina's lap behind. She could go after her, but it was too much effort. Trina was quite sure that she could amuse herself with only her hands. She closed her eyes and began removing her figure-hugging black suit, but that also seemed like too much trouble. She could easily fondle and caress herself through the slick, black fabric.
"Now, my pet, I'm wondering if you're familiar with the Vodun Zombie. Not the rotting, shambling sort, but essentially a servant to a sorcerer of dark magic, a living being with little will of their own. And do you know why they have little will, my pet?"
Trina cracked an eye and gave a dissatisfied grunt, not pleased that the witch had moved away from her, but was still talking to her. It would be much better if she came over to help with Trina's pleasure.
"It's because they have no soul. I took yours with that kiss. I hope you don't mind?"
Trina snorted and closed her eye again, concerned only with pressing against her hands, but her pleasure stubbornly refused to grow stronger.
"I didn't think so. Now, if I left you like this, you'd be little more than a trained animal, driven entirely by baser instincts to eat, sleep, and fuck. But you would retain your higher intellect for when I told you to perform a task. You'd be my obedient little beast forever and ever. Would you like that?" the witch purred, running her fingers over Trina's cheek. The thief learned into it and moaned happily at the touch, words took too much effort to form.
"But that would be a bit of trouble, you see. I can't keep your soul inside me for more than a week or so before I start to start siphoning off a little bit of its power to fuel my magic here and there. You wouldn't feel a thing, my dear, but in time there wouldn't be enough of it left to exist on its own. As I said, you'd be my obedient little beast forever and ever, in this world and the next."
As long as the witch kept stroking her, Trina didn't think that sounded all that bad. It was a good idea, the witch doing all the thinking for her. So much easier to obey than to have ideas of her own.
"As fun as that might be, I don't think eternal servitude is a fair price for snatching a few trinkets and then attempting to make off with one of my wands. You've taken quite an interest in the charms I make, so I think it only fair that for a time you help out with the task. Does that seem fair to you?" the witch asked, sitting back down upon Trina's lap, drawing a contented sigh from the enthralled thief.
Trina wrapped her arms around her mistress, holding her tight, but gently, against her. Trina's sexual pleasure was forgotten with the prospect of having her mistress to cuddle.
"Now, I will be keeping a piece of your soul with me. But you'll be getting a sliver of mine in return, along with a little something extra. You see, normally you cannot have one member of the same race bound to another as a familiar. Even though I long ago stopped being what almost anyone would qualify as human, I am still unable to shed my mortal birthright. If you were, perhaps, an elf it would be easier, a goblin even more so." The witch said, beginning to unbutton her long, simple, but still quite elegant, black dress.
"But it is far easier to make an animal one's familiar, so to fill the void within your spirit, I will impart onto you the nature of a beast. I'm sure that you agree that such is only fair, is it not? A few minor alterations will come upon you once I restore your soul to its rightful place, but you're okay with that, are you not, my pet?"
Trina nodded, kissing her mistress' neck.
"I thought so." The witch said with a chuckle, "Now, my familiar, kiss your mistress."
Trina did so, relishing the sensation of the witch's silver-blue lips against her own. She felt the cool wisps of smoke enter her mouth and throat once again, only this time they came with something wonderfully warm in their grasp. This time Trina was able to return the kiss, and did so hungrily, wanting... no needing more. She let out a whimper as her mistress' lips parted from her own.
"And perhaps a little something to wash it down with?" the witch said with a chuckle, coaxing Trina's head down to her bared chest. Trina felt a blush rising in her, honored that her mistress would let her do something like this.
Her tongue traced over her mistress' flawless, pale skin, seeking out the nipple of the central breast. It was the same silvery blue color as the witch's lips, making her look even more gorgeous and exotic. As Trina ran her tongue over her mistress' nipple, a wonderful sweet taste spread over her tongue. As her mistress wished, she began to drink. The milk was thicker than normal milk, more the consistency of honey, and just as sweet. It spread over her tongue and down her throat, the delicious flavor heavy and rich. It accompanied the warmth that spread within her, seeming to secure that warmth back in its proper place.
And then Trina was suddenly herself again, and had no interest in serving the witch. It took her a fraction of a second to pour over all that had been told in her soulless stupor, and it terrified her to the core. The witch could easily reduce her to a perfectly obedient idiot seemingly any time she wanted. But that wasn't the worst of it, the worst was knowing that there was something else coming, the 'minor alterations' the witch spoke of.
"I... I don't want to be your familiar." Trina said softly, backing slowly away from the sorceress.
"Don't be silly, of course you do!" the witch said with a grin, her voice taking on a strange echoing tone.
Trina shuddered, the words struck a chord down in her very soul. As soon as the witch spoke, the thief found that she actually had a bit of a curiosity building, wondering what it would be like to help her mistress with magic.
She clenched her eyes closed and shook her head, "No, I don't! I don't!" she cried, trying to evict the unwelcome thoughts from her mind, but it was no use.
"Why wouldn't you, my pet? After all, you just love serving me. Obeying my commands fills you with pleasure. Though you're reluctant to do so, after a few protests you'll give in. You know I love my pets to struggle, the more you resist me, the better it feels when you finally act upon my commands. Isn't that right?" the sorceress said with her spell-warped voice.
Trina dropped to her knees, sobbing softly. She felt the burning embers of arousal that had not been so important once she'd had her soul returned suddenly burst into lustful flames.
The witch clicked her tongue and spoke once more, her voice back to normal, "Yes, admit it to yourself, my girl. Until I feel that you've worked off your debt to me, you will be my familiar. Say it."
"No!" Trina whispered, feeling a tremor of delight swim through her loins.
"You know you want to. Now say it."
"I... I'm not!" she protested, her loins not the only thing aflame, demanding attention. Now her nipples ached, longing to be toyed with. Trina found herself bucking her hips ever so slightly, her body getting off on the sensation of the seam of her pants against her sex.
"It will only get worse as you resist, pet. But do keep it up; it will only make your reward all the sweeter." The witch said, buttoning up her dress. "But if you're a good girl, we can go for a walk. Likely you'll try and escape, but you're my familiar, you can't help but come back to me."
Trina turned away, biting her tongue nearly hard enough to draw blood, trying to get rid of the thoughts and feelings that were not her own, placed in her heart and mind through wicked sorcery.
"Just think of how terrible it will be, my pet, going for days without my touch. You'll longed to be petted, long to be caressed, your dreams will be filled with the touch of my lips against your own, my hands exploring your eager and willing body. You'll crave the touch of my skin, the softness of my bosom, and above all the sweet nectar that only I will provide you."
Trina couldn't help it, she found herself licking her lips completely involuntarily. Her mouth watered at the thought of being able to suckle, to have more of the witch's wondrous milk...
"I... I'm your familiar, mistress." She sobbed, her cry of despair turning into pleasured moans as the burning need upon her erogenous zones instead turned into pure supernatural stimulation. It did not make her climax, but somehow it felt just as satisfying.
"There we are, that's a good girl." The witch cooed, "Now before we go on our walk, you're going to need to be properly dressed. Will you change for your mistress?"
Trina opened her mouth, but no sounds came out, try as she might, she couldn't form the words of her consent. It was then she realized that the enchantress didn't mean her clothes, she had meant Trina's body.
The effect was almost instantaneous. The black suit, already tight upon Trina's body grew tighter still. A swirling sensation of warmth and cold seemed to envelope her entire body, coaxing flesh and bone into a new configuration. Trina gritted her teeth and tried to fight the sensation, trying to stuff it into a dark recess in her mind and have it leave her alone. But her resistance only served to make the transformation go from mere feelings of temperature, to outright pleasure. It felt like hundreds of hands were stroking her skin, caressing her, massaging her muscles. She struggled against the mounting pleasure, losing her will to the witch was bad enough, but to lose who and what she was as well? She couldn't give up anymore of herself than she already had. The witch had taken a piece of her soul and a piece of her mind, now she sought to steal away a portion of Trina's humanity as well.
In reply to her struggles the caresses intensified and the thief could feel herself being sculpted into a new shape. She found herself resisting now, not because it would to any good, but instead to make her transformation feel better and better. She let out a wordless cry of pleasure as she felt her breasts begin to swell, growing faster than the rest of her.
While she had not been overly busty, Trina was quite contented with her bust. It was enough to show she was most certainly female, but they were not so large as to get in the way of her thievery. Or at least they had been. She added her own hands to the myriad magical ones playing over her body, massaging the growing orbs as the fabric of her suit stretched tighter and tighter.
Oh they felt so good, the weight felt oddly comfortable upon her chest, the muscles in her back tensing to keep up with the building weight. But they too were growing larger, and stronger as well to balance the heft of her growing tits. She found herself looking increasingly like some sort of big city whore after a spendy trip to the spell-surgeon. But she couldn't help it; they just felt so... right.
The bust of her suit was stretched incredibly tight. Trina could see the intricate detail of each of her large, wonderfully sensitive nipples. While it had been black, the porous fabric was now more of a grey as Trina's skin showed through. It was not merely upon her chest were the suit grew tighter, but completely in its entirety. It had pulled away from her wrists and ankles, now halfway up her forearms and shins.
The top piece, with its riveted holes in the front with the drawstrings of the bottom slipped through, was tilted downward, exposing the lower portion of her back, thankfully allowing Trina's new tail to slip free without incident. Trina turned her head to see, but found that her hair was in the way. It was growing longer, thicker, extending rapidly all the way down her back. It was delightfully soft upon the bare skin of Trina's lower back,
Unable to see, Trina instead reached back to explore the new appendage. At first she only found her plentiful mane of hair, but after a bit of prodding, she finally found something solid. Her tail was short, perhaps a foot long, but it was surrounded by more hair. She realized quite quickly that it was a horse's tail. Well... that would explain why she was growing.
With a loud tearing sound, Trina's boots gave way. The join between shoe and sole tore open, unable to contain Trina's widening feet. She watched in fascination as her nail darkened, her toes growing oddly wider, then merging. It was like watching pieces of clay being molded together, and the sensation made Trina giggle. The black nails swallowed up the tips of the toes and began to grow larger still.
Trina's ankles thickened as well, tearing her boots even further. From the looks of things, she was becoming some sort of draft horse, if her huge hooves were any indication. The bones of her legs began to pop, making them better suited for walking upon her hooves, rather than on flat feet.
Similarly her gloves tore, index and middle fingers merging into a single mass, and then the ring and little fingers as well. Her thumbs grew larger and thicker to match the two black-capped digits. Trina tensed, waiting for her hands to become hooves as well, but they seemed content to stop where they were.
Her ears tickled a bit and her face felt funny, but those sensations lasted only for a moment. Then it seemed that her suit could constrain her no more. It started with the drawstrings snapping, tearing along the seams of her pants below the knees. But then her top... disintegrated.
Unable to contain her massive breasts and her powerful, well-muscled semi-equine body, the garment tore drastically, scraps flying all over the room. Her breast swung free, the cold air over her nipples making Trina gasp. She cried out as the warmth and cold left her, transforming into a sudden and intense pleasure.
Trina let out a decidedly equine whinny as she climaxed, thrusting hard against nothing but air. The motion tore her pants straight up the seams, leaving Trina wearing only an exceptionally tight pair of cotton panties and the remains of her boots.
She looked to her mistress, wondering if there was more to come. But the witch was not where she had been a few moments before. It seemed she had left the room. Trina took the opportunity to remove the scraps of her gloves and boots, standing upon her hooves for the first time.
It felt... rather nice, actually. It seemed easier to balance and to control her footing. She took a few steps, letting out a soft little gasp at the feeling of her tight, powerful muscles. She still looked feminine, actually she looked even more feminine than she'd started as. There was a definite boost to her hourglass figure up top and on the bottom as well. As she took a few steps she found herself swaying her hips from side to side, her tail swishing as well as she walked. Trina felt... sexy. She liked the way her altered body felt, moving with both power and grace, seeming to almost radiate sexuality. She wasn't sure if it was her own desire, or if it was the witch's curse, forcing Trina to enjoy being the witch's familiar. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as what Trina had expected, the pony-girl had thought she was going to be turned into a cat or a toad or something, a full-on animal. Not essentially having two or three animal additions onto her normal, human body with a bit of a boost to a few things.
The equine's self-admiration was cut off by a contented sigh as she felt her mistress' hands working over her skin.
"Mmm... very nice." Trina's mistress said, delighted with the way her pet had turned out. "You're exactly what I wanted."
Trina blushed, and even though she had nothing to do with it, she felt a sense of pride that her transformation had altered her into being what her mistress desired. She felt something encompass her midsection, and she looked down to see the witch fastening a girdle around Trina's belly.
It started just below her waist, and stopped right below her breasts. It seemed to support them somehow, allowing Trina to walk, and possibly run, without discomfort. It was probably fitted with one of those spells adventuresses used so that they could wear the skimpiest of clothing and yet have it cling perfectly to their figure, despite going from scandalous to illegally indecent with a shift of a fraction of an inch.
"Down." The witch said, and Trina found herself obeying, crouching down upon her hooves to allow her mistress to tie up her long chestnut hair into a thick ponytail high upon her head.
"And open." Trina found herself opening her mouth before she could reason out why, and in and instant she found a bit in her mouth as the witch strapped a bridle around her familiar's head, quickly attaching reins.
"You're going to be pulling my cart as I head to my shop this morning, pet." The witch said with a chuckle, "Second Moon's Day of the month, so you know that it's time for the trading bazaar. Even when we get there at seventh bell, the place will be swarming with people. All able to see your new, bountiful figure."
Trina made a sound of protest, which was muffled by the bit. The witch was really going to lead her out into public, bare-breasted like this? She shuddered and felt a blush spreading across her skin. The shame of it, being made to walk nearly naked in front of... in front of nearly everybody she knew by name within the village.
"Oh don't worry my pet, they'll see you, but they won't SEE you. They'll see a horse pulling the old witch's cart, and they'll also see a rather busty woman dressed in a most slattern manner at the same time. But they won't be able to tie them together. And you don't have to worry about being recognized, my spell extends to you. They see what you are, but they cannot see who you are." The witch said with a chuckle, giving Trina's rump a slap.
"Ya! Out to the stable so I can hook you to the cart."
Trina reluctantly put one hoof in front of the other, shuddering at the thought of the public humiliation she'd be made to endure, even though the town merchants and shoppers wouldn't see her as Trina the Innkeeper, but rather as a horse and a whore alike, unable to put a name to her face, it was still a horrible, terrible, humiliating thing to be thrust upon her.
"Won't it be fun, pet?" the sorceress said, the strange inflection back in her voice, "Walking around naked in front of your friends, tits bouncing as you walk, nipples fully stiff and erect, swaying your sexy hips from side to side, just about climaxing from the sheer delight of being able to display yourself in public. And I bet you get off on that too, feeling sexual pleasure in public with everyone watching, and yet being able to get away with it. Sneaking around at night, unseen like you do. Deep down inside of you there's an exhibitionist slut that just loves to put on a show, to cum right in front of people, especially when they're unaware of it."
Trina cried out as her body once more filled with burning, aching lust, a virtual bonfire within her loins. By the gods, she did not want to draw sexual pleasure from being seen naked, and she most definitely did not want to cum in public, climaxing in front of a virtual sea of people.
"Oh sure, if I gave you the ability to voice it to me you'd deny it. It sickens you, disgusts you, fills your with humiliation and shame. But that only makes you love it more, makes you cum all the harder. You'll fight it, you'll never admit to yourself you like it, but you delight in the debauchery anyway. Just like you're shamed to admit you love doing the work of a proper horse, being ridden, pulling a cart or a plow. You've always wanted to be bound up and made to do pony-work. For you pulling a cart is just a few steps down from the best sex you've ever had in your life before you came here."
Tears trickled from Trina's eyes, she tried to fight the words, but it... it was true. She'd always wanted to do something like this; it was her deepest, darkest sexual fantasy. But she'd never admit it, not even to her mistress. Somewhere within her mind Trina knew that it wasn't true, that the 'always' had begun a few moments before, but a decade's worth of fantasies filled her mind, just as real as her own memories.
She found herself smiling as best she could, despite the bit, though she continued to cry. It was so shameful and wicked, such a terrible, sinful thing to want to do and delight in performing. But she loved doing it anyway. Trina felt so conflicted, knowing that she would love it, but shamed that she would be seen loving it. Having to obey her mistress just made it easier. It made her mistress the pervert, not her. Trina couldn't help but do what the witch wanted.
As she was lead out to the stable by the reins, Trina seemed to almost completely have forgotten that the sexual thoughts that filled her mind were not her own. The witch's words were branded upon her very soul, and with each passing moment they felt more and more natural, becoming a part of her as much as anything else.
She no longer fought and struggled because she didn't want to be the witch's familiar, oh no. Instead she fought because she knew it amused her mistress and because it didn't seem right for anyone to willingly want what was happening to her. Her motivations and thoughts were all a-tangle in her mind. She wasn't actually sure if she was willing, unwilling, or something in between. But one thing was perfectly clear.
She loved being her mistress' familiar.