<strong>Eris Xantelli</strong><br/><br/>Eris was fascinated by how aware her new slave was despite the obvious exhaustion she had inflicted on his body. The way he acted so non-nonchalant about what was happening was a turn on, but only because she wanted see how long it took to grind his will into dust. There were a few rare cases of soldiers who had not broken no matter what was done to them, their strong wills overriding the ill will inflicted on them by the betrayal of even their own bodies. The most dangerous were the most fun to play with, though if they didn't break they became furniture in most cases. Eris looked at him as a moment of silence passed between them, he would make a nice vibrator when she was done with him. She frowned, her eyes glowing deep purple after he tossed the tampons at her and one stuck to her right breast.<br/><br/>"I told you to say something," Eris said sadly, "How much longer do you intend to disobey your mistress."<br/><br/>With her power she had altered his pheromones and his receptivity to her pheromones. Her smell would give him a high. When he was with her he'd be aware and attracted to everything to everything she did. It was a chemical attraction of magnified proportions with no basis in actual emotion, but it was a start. Eris's anger evaporated and she posed against the door, her shoulders were against the metal and her right hand slid down her neck and ran over the curve of her breast to pull the tampon off. She considered it lazily as she pushed out her hips. Then she threw him an innocent glance.<br/><br/>"I'm waiting," she said.