Outside you blink a bit as the full light of day hits you. The vixen pulls you to the side.
"Close your eyes."
"Wha'? Why?"
She clicks her tongue. "Orders are to be obeyed, slave, not questioned. But I suppose you are new here. I'm going to teleport to my home, and it can be disorienting for passengers -- especially those who've never done it before.
"Oh..." Teleport? "So magic is real...?" You had kind of been hoping the money bags had been an elaborate trick.
You see her glowing eyes narrow slightly, her muzzle drawing into a small, amused smirk. "Ye-es, slave. How do you think we hide our little kingdom? And draw in silly humans from all over the world? Now hush. If I want you to know something, I'll tell you. Your mouth has more important uses."
There's something ominous about that statement, but before you can figure out what it is, the world flashes. You remember to close your eyes. There's a slight sense of vertigo, almost like being in an elevator, and a soft "pop."
"Open your eyes, slave," the vixen instructs. "See your new home."
Obeying, you immediately gasp. A large tower rises in front of you, built of light blue stone, trimmed in red, gold glinting on the handrails of balconies and external stairs that entwine the upper floors. Ancient, stately trees flank the entrance; flowering vines trail up the walls. Behind it you can just make out a grove of more trees. You’d find it beautiful – if you weren't naked with a slave collar around your neck.
It also confirms that magic is very real, which makes you even more miserable. Your chances of escaping are probably non-existent now. Meanwhile the vixen comments on her house.
"Not bad for a common-born witch, hm? I promise you'll come to love it -- and me." Raising her hands, she pulls her hood back, shaking her head and flicking her ears as they're freed of the fabric's weight. Long hair, a dark auburn, falls down to her shoulders. Then she turns to you.
"Now, there's a few things before we go in..." She takes your chin, and forces you to again meet her gaze. Her muzzle is right in your face; her strong scent seems to fill you, fox mixed with a strange, alluring perfume. Her warm breath smells of vanilla as it washes over you. The combination of erotic scent with the proximity to her luscious -- if alien -- body is sending unwanted quivers through your groin.
"First..." She runs her hands down to your shoulders, her eyes steady on yours, though her smirk betrays how much she enjoys making you shiver with her touch. Then she hooks her padded thumbs under your collar while her claws prick your back. She begins chanting something in a strange language, her voice a low throaty whisper that sitrs your manhood farther even as the touch of magic crawls over you.
You are vaguely aware as your collar begins to glow, but you cannot look away form her eyes. Bright, hot. Molten with power. Not just magic. An inner fire. A right to command that you feel yourself succumbing to. Her whispers reecho in your ears, meaningless but compelling, as you sink into the amber depths.
"Loyalty," whispers in your brain, the arcane words seeming to reform to a mesmerising refrain. "Loyalty... slave..." Bright chains of white light snake out from your collar, down to your wrists, then to your ankles. Shimmering bands of magic form around them as you sink deeper and deeper into her eyes.
"Loyalty... loyalty only to me..." You feel a lump in your stomach, twisting, sickening: fear and revulsion. But the voice presses on you. Within this orange sea, your shame and anxiety begin to seem distant.
"Loyalty... my slave... Loyalty..." The lump gives way to hollowness as a swirl of light begins to radiate from the pit of your stomach. The chains of magic link to it, and the glow pulses stronger, matching your heartbeat.
"Loyalty... loyalty... pleasure, my serve..."
Pleasure... The word resounds with your heartbeat. You feel that you are losing control, losing the ability to distinguish the foreign thoughts from your own. You try to struggle, but find yourself bound, hands and feet shackled to the vortex in your core.
Pleasure... loyalty... pleasure... her slave... The words revolve around each other, and you feel yourself succumb. The negative emotions are fluttered away, leaving a vacuum of anticipation within you, a vacuum soon filled by the sweet inrush of Mistress' power.
There's a bright flash as the spell is completed. You stumble back, the witch's grasp on you released. The world is a blur as you gasp for breath; you feel as though you really were drowning, and struggle to reestablish a sense of reality and of self. The hypnotic words still ring in your ears. A renewed dread seizes you, but you can't shake a lingering arousal either.
You look down, to see an erection now softening. You blush, ashamed at having enjoyed that sensation of being so lost in your new owner, so completely dominated -- but then you see something far worse.
On your lower abdomen, below your belly-button, a double black silhouette of one heart inside another has appeared where the magical vortex had been. Flowering branches curl off of it, suggesting the shape of womb and ovaries. You recognise that, and gulp.
Running your fingers over it, it seems flush with your skin, though smoother in texture, as though it's some foreign material that's been grafted to you.
"A wizard's mark," the vixen tells you. You look back up and cower as your panicked eyes meet her bright gaze and predatory smile. "Or witch's mark. Oh, don't worry; it's just a little added protection, since I have no guards to speak of. So in addition to showing everyone who you belong to, it prevents you from harming me. And, maybe, make you a little more compliant. Some magi strip the wills of their slaves completely; but that's no fun for me. I want you to become a submissive fucktoy through your own will."
Given what you just experienced, you doubt that. But... you still feel embarrassed and afraid, so you guess she's telling the truth? Loyalty... You shake your head and hug yourself, suppressing a whimper.
"Not that there's a human whelped that can resist beast cock, once they have a taste," she adds. She laughs and shakes her head. "Oh, it horrifies you, does it? I can't wait to see you suck down your first load and realise you love it. To see the power of my seed change you in body and soul."
For the first time, you notice a protuberance in the crotch of her robe. You would not have guessed it, but it looks like she might really have a cock herself. Your stomach flops over itself -- but a hint of that hollow longing you felt while under her spell also comes back. And you grit your teeth against it. She may have enchanted you, but she left you free to think.
So long as you resist, and don't try to hurt her, you might still be able to escape. And damned if you aren't going to try.