Keeping a pair of adventurers together after they've been captured and bound to your will, but for enrichment, one of them you leave their mind intact, but control their body like a puppet.
It's important to be consistent when training a new toy and to respond to behaviour straight away, whether to punish or reward. And it's fun to watch them struggle against the way you puppet them both so completely.
Knights from a chaste order, forced into revealing outfits, into showing themselves off to the jeering of your court. The one with their mind intact you let have a 'win' every now and then, allowing them to wrest control of their body back, let them taste sweet freedom for a few moments-- let them run, try and attack, but then your will ensnares theirs again and you know you need to punish them each time they do this, so you force them onto their knees, making them service your many loyal followers in the middle of your hall. You can see the hatred and the anger and the disappointment in themselves at having failed, at having their control and willpower usurped by yours once again.
For extra torture, you use the other knight as a puppet and whisper words of encouragement to the one you're breaking in. This one you completely dominated, locking up everything but their thoughts (and even then, you get to hear them change over time, losing that disgust and fear and sorrow as they succumb to how hopeless their situation truly us) as you have them say that the next time they'll get it, that they're fighting together still, and you put on some little performances with that knight seeming to similarly win a few moments of freedom only to be brought low once more.
At night, you let the mind-intact knight think they have some freedom, and you don't know (even being able to look into their hearts and minds as easily as dissecting any fleshly creature) if they ever would have become as close to each other as they do in your care, but it is amusing to have your puppet shyly seek comfort in the other, escalate slowly until your still-unbroken toy is convinced the puppet is its only source of salvation; hearts are easy things to manipulate when you hold all the pieces.
Flooding the toy's body with lust and letting them work up the courage to beg the puppet for relief, letting the toy curse you and your magic and the 'vile torture' you subject them to, as if you can't feel how truly they enjoy it when they have an incubus cock down their throat or a centaur mounting them as onlookers clap and jeer and add their own cum or spit or milk to the pretty pearlescent veil they already have on their face, or that you can't, through your connection to their body, soul, and mind, feel them throb whenever they see you approach in your own body.
It's interesting, seeing how long it takes to crush their will and resistance over time. Sure, it flares up again and again, but less frequently each time. Sometimes they don't even notice you leave their control in tact or release them while they're too busy humiliating themselves for your pleasure.
It is amusing, too, to have them pledge themselves to your puppet, to promise fruitlessly that both of them would escape, your puppet spurring them on, knowing it will just lead to more and more excuses to punish them and drive them even lower and more desperate than they already are.
You have the puppet seed the idea over time that they've started finding themselves craving the base acts of lust and perversion, have them cry and rut against your toy, getting off together at the fantasies you have spill from its lips, seeing which ignite those traitorous sparks in your toy's libido. It gives your toy the excuse it needs to give in a little more, to admit that they're the same, the human need to match their mates as pressing a drive as any, the fear of being left behind or forgotten a powerful motivator to comply.
The day you sit on your throne, thighs spread as you order your toy to come service you and you leave their control entirely up to them and they don't even hesitate to approach at the languid, hip-rolling pace you normally force their body to adhere to, and drop to their knees and shove their face into your cunt and lap at it with all the vigour and hungry little moans of your most seasoned succubus... you actually cum from their expression alone when you whisper to them that you're surprised they didn't already take the opportunity to try and run again; that sense of surprise, the moment of suspicion, the shame then flooding them as they lift their hand and watch themselves move their fingers by their own power, and the flood of arousal and humiliation they feel when they start sucking at your dripping folds again.
One day, you think, you'll finally let you puppet go and reveal that all their little triumphs, their moments of closeness and resistance, their bond and their love, all of it was a sham entirely crafted for your own pleasure. You expect your toy will deny it, will claim this is a new trick, that you've done something to break their fellow knight to take them away from them, that this mewling, mind-broken, desperately rutting animal couldn't possibly be the companion they've spent years with under your horrible control. And when they're finally forced to acknowledge that it is true, that from the moment you were both captured, the person they thought they were talking to didn't even really exist... well. You anticipate you'll be chasing that orgasmic high for centuries.
