In truth the Succubus didn't need to even mess with the girl's sex.  The sheer intimidation of it put Cat into her place, her eyes going wide as she let out a submissive whimper.  It was then Cat realized she was fucked.  She had spent her life being her own woman, she answered to no one, and now this woman was ordering her around.  A small part of her wanted to scream at her, to see if her blade could slice trough her throat before she could use her dark magic.  But she wouldn't, instead the young puppy would think to herself, "Maybe this won't be so bad?" "Things felt nice... Her old life was painful and rough," "Maybe this one would be a much smoother ride,"<br/><br/><br/>Nodding silently at the succubus she wouldn't say a word. She would do as she wanted.  Unlike her she knew what strings to pull.  And if things ever went south she would kill the monster, so for now she would go with the flow.