Day 10 - Truth Serum/Degradation/Humiliation
The air in Sarah Alder's office felt heavier than usual, almost suffocating in its intensity. Tally sat in the chair across from her, her back straight, trying to keep her composure despite the way her heart raced in her chest. She wasn't sure why she had been called here—not exactly—but she had an idea. Ever since her de-biddying, ever since the dreams had started and she had started asking questions, there had been a growing tension between them, something unspoken but palpable, hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.
Sarah stood at her desk, her eyes fixed on the cadet with that same piercing intensity that always made the younger girl's stomach flutter. There was something different about the way Sarah looked at her now though, something darker. It wasn't just the gaze of a commanding officer watching over a soldier—it was something personal, something that screamed 'you've done something wrong and I know about it'.
"You've been dreaming again, haven't you?" Sarah's voice broke the silence, low and measured, but with an edge that made the redhead shiver. She had been dreaming. Even with the remedy and the promise they would stop from their healer.
Tally swallowed, nodding slightly. She knew better than to lie to Sarah, and besides, the dreams had been impossible to hide. They were vivid, intense, filled with images and memories that weren't her own. She'd seen things—things she wasn't sure she was supposed to. Things about Sarah, her past, the way she commanded not just her soldiers, but... more personal matters.
"Yes, ma'am," the cadet answered softly, her voice barely above a whisper when the moment of silence had stretched on uncomfortably. "They haven't stopped."
Sarah's gaze didn't give anything away. Forever the General. "And what have you seen?"
At this, the younger woman hesitated. She wasn't sure how much she should reveal, how much she could. How mad would the General be? The dreams were intimate, personal, filled with images of Sarah in moments of control and power that weren't just on the battlefield. They had been confusing at first, but as time went on, Tally had begun to understand what they meant, and what they were showing her about Sarah.
At first, the dreams had been all war and battle. The cadet had woken up with bruises on her hips and stings of a centipede. Those dreams had only been the beginning. It started with a brief glimpse of a different side of the General. Then it was all she was dreaming about. Now the bruises and marks she woke up with weren't from war. They were from pleasure.
"I've seen... things from your past," the cadet said diplomatically, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair to steady herself. She paused for a second. Maybe it was better if she just came out and said it. "Things that... aren't just about war."
Sarah's lip twitched into a faint, unreadable smile. She stepped closer, her filling the room as she leaned over her desk, her eyes locked on Tally's. "I think we both know there's more to it than that, Craven," she said softly, but there was an edge to her words, like a challenge. "And I think you're holding back."
The girl's heart raced, her palms sweating as the General's gaze bore into her. She wasn't sure if it was just the weight of the conversation or something more, but her body was reacting, the tension in the room twisting into something else, something almost electric.
Before Tally could find whatever weak excuse she was going to offer, Sarah had moved around her desk, standing directly in front of her. "There's a way to find out how much you've seen," the General said, her voice almost too calm. "If you're not ready to tell me, I can make sure you do."
Tally blinked, confused, her mind racing. "What do you mean?"
Without answering, the older witch reached into a drawer in her desk, pulling out a small vial of liquid. Tally's eyes widened in recognition. A truth serum. She had heard about it, seen it used in practice interrogations, but never on herself. It was designed to make someone confess their deepest truths, their darkest desires, whether they wanted to or not.
The General's expression didn't change as she held the vial between her fingers, watching her cadet carefully. "I need to know what you've seen," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. She might have issued the words to Petra Bellweather for the tone she was using with a cadet who had once been her Biddy. "And I think you're holding back more than just memories."
The redhead felt like she was choking, a knot had formed high in throat, and it was difficult to breathe. She knew what the other was getting at. The dreams weren't just about the General's past—they had shown her other things too. Things that had made Tally's body react in ways she hadn't expected. Feelings, urges, that she hadn't fully understood until now.
Sarah placed the vial on the desk beside her. "Take it, Cadet Craven."
Tally hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the vial again, the cool glass glinting in the low light of the office, and felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Could she really do this? Could she lay everything bare in front of Sarah—everything she'd seen, everything she felt?
Before she could take it herself, Sarah's hand moved swiftly, her fingers curling around the vial, uncorking it, and lifting it to Tally's lips. Her grip was firm, but not forceful, her gaze steady as she held the younger woman's eyes. "Drink it," Sarah commanded, her voice low but leaving no room for argument. She was not a patient woman tonight.
Tally's pulse raced. She opened her mouth to protest, but the intensity in Sarah's gaze silenced her. There was no turning back now, no chance to hide. She swallowed hard, feeling Sarah's fingers tilt the vial against her lips, the cool liquid sliding down her throat. The taste was sharp, bitter, and it burned slightly as it went down, but Tally forced herself to drink it all, knowing there was no escape from what was about to happen.
Slowly the General pulled the vial away, her hand still resting on Tally's chin, her thumb brushing lightly against her skin. The touch sent a shiver through the younger woman's body, but it was the look in Sarah's eyes that made her heart pound even harder. It wasn't anger, but it wasn't softness either.
"Now," Sarah said quietly, stepping back just enough to give her cadet space but still close enough that her presence was overwhelming. "Tell me. What have you seen? What have the dreams shown you?"
Tally felt the effects of the serum almost immediately. Her mind seemed to loosen like she had consumed too much alcohol, her thoughts unraveling, and before she could stop herself, the words started to spill from her lips. "I've seen... you," she said, her voice trembling. "I've seen the way you control... not just in battle, but... in other ways."
Sarah's gaze darkened slightly, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Go on," she urged, her voice a low, dangerous purr.
Tally's breath hitched, her body responding eagerly to the pull of the truth serum. She tried to resist, but it was impossible. The truth was bubbling up, pushing its way out past her lips. "I've seen you with... other women," she admitted, her face flushing with heat. "In control. Dominating them."
The General arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but she didn't say anything, waiting for her cadet to continue.
"And I... I liked it," Tally confessed, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her heart was racing now, her hands trembling as she gripped the armrests of the chair. "The way you controlled them... it made me feel things."
The older woman's smile widened, just slightly. "What kind of things?" she asked, stepping closer again, her fingers brushing against Tally's cheek. She had feared what the cadet could've seen. Had worried about what military secrets she now held, but the cadet had been acting differently for an altogether different reason.
She was aroused by Sarah.
"I—" Tally struggled to get the words out, her throat tight with both fear and something more. "I wanted it to be me," she finally admitted, her voice breaking. "I wanted... you. To control me. To... humiliate me."
The words tumbled out of her before she could stop them, and the moment they did, Tally felt her entire body flush with embarrassment. She had never admitted it to herself before, but now, under the truth serum's influence, she had no choice. It was out in the open, raw and exposed, and Sarah was looking at her like she had known all along.
Sarah's smile was slow, predatory. "You wanted me to humiliate you?" she repeated, her voice filled with amusement. "Is that what you've been dreaming about, Tally? Me taking control of you?"
Tally's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest. "Yes," she whispered, barely able to meet Sarah's gaze. "I've thought about it... dreamed about it."
"And what else?" the General pressed, her hand sliding down to grip Tally's chin firmly, tilting her head up until their eyes met again. "What do you want me to do to you?"
The redhead's body trembled, the serum making it impossible to lie, impossible to hold anything back. "I want you to make me beg," she confessed, her voice shaking with both fear and excitement. "I want you to... use me. To degrade me."
Sarah's eyes darkened, her grip on Tally's chin tightening slightly. "Such filthy desires, Cadet," she murmured, her voice dripping with both amusement and approval. "And here I thought you were so pure, so innocent."
Tally's cheeks burned with shame, but there was something thrilling about the way Sarah was looking at her, something that made the humiliation feel almost intoxicating. She couldn't look away from Sarah, couldn't stop the heat that was pooling low in her belly.
Sarah leaned in, her breath hot against Tally's ear. "Is that what you want, Tally?" she whispered, her voice a low, seductive growl. "You want me to humiliate you, to make you beg for me?"
Tally's entire body was shaking now, her skin tingling with the anticipation of what was coming next. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Sarah."
Sarah's lips brushed against her ear, her voice a dark promise. "Good girl."
The words sent a shiver down Tally's spine, and her entire body felt like it was humming with anticipation, her breath coming in shallow, shaky gasps. She had never felt this way before, so exposed, so vulnerable, yet completely captivated by the control Sarah had over her. Her mind raced with what would happen next, but she didn't have long to wonder.
Sarah stepped back slightly, her hands moving to the buttons of her pants, her eyes never leaving Tally's. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you, Cadet?" she said, her tone sharp but almost teasing, as if she knew the answer before Tally could even speak.
Tally swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement.
"Of course you have," the older witch replied smoothly, a hint of amusement in her voice as she unfastened her pants and let them slide down her legs. She kicked them aside with a practiced ease, her movements slow and deliberate, meant to keep Tally eyes trained on her newly revealed flesh. "Look at you. So eager, so desperate for my approval."
The young witch felt the sting of those words, the sharp edge of humiliation cutting through her, but instead of making her pull away, it only drew her in deeper. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Sarah, her body responding to the degradation with a mix of shame and desire that left her trembling.
Sarah stepped forward again, standing in front of the other woman with a commanding presence, her hands resting on her hips. "Get on your knees," she ordered, her voice low but firm, and there was no hesitation in her tone—this wasn't a request.
The redhead's pulse quickened, her body reacting to the command before her mind had fully processed it. She slipped off the chair and dropped to her knees in front of Sarah, her heart racing as she looked up, waiting for whatever came next.
Sarah's fingers tangled in Tally's hair, pulling her head back just enough so their eyes met again. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with condescension. "On your knees, ready to serve. Just like you've always wanted, isn't it?"
Tally's face couldn't get any redder with embarrassment. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The General smiled, her grip on the cadet's hair tightening slightly. "I knew you were just a little submissive slut," she mocked. "You couldn't hide it from me, no matter how hard you tried."
The words sent a rush of heat through Tally's body, and she couldn't stop the way her hips shifted slightly, her thighs pressing together as the humiliation twisted into something that only made her want more.
Sarah's eyes darkened as she noticed the movement, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. "I see you're enjoying this more than I thought," she said, her voice filled with dark amusement. "Such a filthy little girl, Cadet."
All the girl could do was look up at the General, her body aching with need, her heart racing with anticipation.
The older woman released her grip on the girl's hair, her hand moving down to cup her chin, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at her. "If you're going to be on your knees, you might as well make yourself useful."
Tally's breath caught in her throat as she watched Sarah step closer, her legs now just inches from her face. The heat from Sarah's body radiated against her skin, and Tally could feel her own body responding, the desire pooling low in her belly as she waited for what came next.
Sarah's hand moved to her underwear, sliding them down her legs with deliberate slowness, never breaking eye contact with Tally. When they finally hit the floor, Sarah kicked them aside, standing tall in front of Tally, her gaze dark and commanding.
"Kiss me," Sarah ordered, her voice low, rough with control. "Show me how much you want this."
Tally's body trembled with anticipation, her mouth dry as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against the soft skin of Sarah's thigh. Her heart pounded in her chest as she moved higher, kissing her way up until she was level with Sarah's center, the scent of her filling Tally's senses.
She hesitated for only a moment before Sarah's fingers threaded through her hair again, pulling her head closer with a sharp tug. "Don't make me wait, Cadet," Sarah growled softly, her voice dripping with authority. "You're going to eat me out like the good little slut you are, and you're going to enjoy every second of it."
Tally's breath hitched, her body reacting to the degradation, to the way Sarah's control made her feel completely helpless yet utterly safe. Without another word, she pressed her mouth against Sarah, her tongue sliding between her folds, tasting her for the first time.
Tally's entire body trembled as she worked her tongue against Sarah's sensitive skin, eager to please her, desperate for more of that praise she craved. The dark haired witch's grip in her hair tightened, guiding her movements, controlling the pace, and the girl eagerly followed every command, her tongue swirling and teasing, doing everything she could to elicit a response from Sarah. And when Sarah finally let out a soft moan, her hips grinding slightly against Tally's mouth, it sent a jolt of satisfaction through her.
"That's it," Sarah murmured, her voice rough with pleasure. "You know your place now, don't you?"
Tally nodded against her, her tongue never stopping its movements. She was lost in the moment, lost in the control Sarah had over her, and the way it made her feel both humiliated and empowered all at once. Every word from Sarah's lips made her want to try harder, to please her more, to show her how much she wanted to be hers.
Sarah's grip on Tally's hair tightened even further, pulling her in with a force that left no doubt about who was in control. "You're just a desperate little thing, aren't you?" Sarah growled, her voice dripping with condescension as she looked down at Tally, her body stilling slightly. "On your knees, mouth open, doing exactly what you were made for."
Tally's breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, her heart pounding in her chest as she continued to worship Sarah with her mouth, her tongue swirling and teasing with a mix of desperation and need. The heat between them was unbearable, and Tally's body trembled with the intensity of it all—Sarah's control, her degrading words, the raw power she held over her.
"You're so pathetic, Cadet," Sarah hissed, her voice low and full of command as she moved her hips, grinding herself against Tally's mouth. "Begging for attention, for my approval. This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?"
The cadet had wanted this—she craved this for so long. She had been dreaming about Sarah before their dreams connected, and now that she was finally here, on her knees, she couldn't help but surrender completely.
"Faster," Sarah snapped, her grip tightening painfully in Tally's hair, forcing her to move quicker, her tongue lapping at her wetness with urgency. "Don't make me wait any longer. Make me come."
Tally whimpered softly against Sarah's skin, her heart racing as she picked up the pace, her mouth moving faster, her tongue stroking Sarah with everything she had. The taste of her, the scent, the heat—it was overwhelming, and Tally found herself sinking deeper and deeper into the moment, her entire body trembling with the desire to please her.
Sarah's hips bucked against Tally's mouth, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she used Tally, controlling every movement, every sensation. "That's it," she growled, her voice thick with pleasure. "Keep going. You're good for nothing else, are you?"
She wanted Sarah to feel good—wanted her to use her however she saw fit. Every filthy word sent another jolt of desire through Tally's body, and her own arousal built in tandem with Sarah's, even though this wasn't about her.
"Such a desperate little slut," Sarah hissed, her body trembling slightly as she tightened her grip in Tally's hair, her hips grinding harder against her mouth. "You're going to make me come, and you're going to thank me for it afterward. Understand?"
Tally moaned in response, the vibrations of her voice sending another shockwave through Sarah's body. Her thighs clenched, her breath catching as she teetered on the edge, so close to release.
"Don't stop," Sarah growled, her voice a low, guttural command. "Make me come, Cadet."
Tally's tongue moved faster, her heart pounding as she followed Sarah's orders without hesitation. Her mouth was relentless, working Sarah's clit with quick, precise strokes, doing everything she could to push her over the edge.
Sarah's body tensed, her muscles tightening as she finally let out a sharp cry, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. Her hips bucked hard against Tally's mouth, riding out the waves of pleasure as Tally kept her mouth firmly in place, her tongue working Sarah through her release.
"That's it," Sarah gasped, her voice breathless but still laced with authority as she gripped Tally's hair tightly, holding her exactly where she wanted her. "Such a good little slut."
Tally's body trembled with the force of Sarah's orgasm, her own arousal building with every second. But this wasn't about her—it was about Sarah, about pleasing her, about doing everything Sarah wanted. And as Sarah's body slowly came down from its high, Tally could feel the satisfaction radiating from her, knowing she had done what she was told.
The General pulled back slightly, her hand still tangled in Tally's hair as she looked down at her, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her lips. "You did well," she said softly, her voice still filled with that dark, commanding edge. "You'll thank me for that, won't you?"
Tally nodded quickly, her breath still shaky as she looked up at Sarah, her body buzzing with the aftermath of everything that had just happened. "Thank you, ma'am," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the effort.
Sarah smirked, releasing her grip on Tally's hair as she stepped back, her gaze still fixed on her. "Good girl," she said, her voice softer now, but still dripping with control. "You've proven yourself tonight, Cadet."