Strength of body (Patreon)

You've fought plenty of villains. But they all relied on strength to combat you, or traps. This one used their words, and you just couldn't say no...

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“I know, I know, hero.” Your adversary said. “You talked such a big game of resisting me. How your strength of body reflected your strength of will, or something. I wasn’t really listening. It wasn’t important.” Your mind was so hazy, so foggy. You couldn’t think.

But their words cut right through that fog. Their words were important. Had always been important. How had you not seen it before? “What’s important is doing what I want. Isn’t that right, hero?” Their hand took hold of your chin. How were they taller than you?

That didn’t matter. They nodded your head up and down with just a finger. So delicate. So perfect. You felt clumsy before them. “That’s right. So, you’re going to stay very still, whilst I just…” You felt them slip something around your neck.

Where a moment ago your thoughts had been foggy, now they were blank. Zapped out of existence the second the collar slipped around your neck. “There we go. Such a good plaything for me, we’re going to have so much fun.” Their words sounded… Stronger.

Each syllable penetrated your mind deeper. Scooping away more and more of your will. You wanted to have fun with them. You didn’t want to fight. Or resist. “But first thing’s first, plaything. Pick up that safe over there, and follow me.”

You stood, slowly coming to your knees, and obeyed. As you did, you felt a thrum of pride, pleasure, and arousal shoot into you from the collar around your neck. It felt so good to obey, as you hefted the safe effortlessly, and followed your controller out of the bank.