Clea felt betrayed by her own body.  Her own desires.  She should know the magic that she'd need to get out of this horrible situation but it wouldn't come to her.  Instead her mind kept locking on the dark pleasure she was experiencing and knew she shouldn't.  She could feel her orgasm coming, to blank her mind and leave her even more vulnerable.

Mistress Strange grinned, she was already becoming corrupt and she hadn't even seen the Tome yet. Strange smirked and summoned the book in front of her as he watched Wong orgasm in to Clea.  His corrupt demon seed spilling out of her, her thighs coated in the sticky black cum.  Wong shoved her off his meat and on to the ground nearby.

Clea was furious, "I don't know what you've done to Stephen, but we'll stop you.”  She was dripping semen from her snatch, which felt so wet and sensitive she had orgasmed from the violation, and she hated herself for it.  She felt so much hate.

Mistress Strange let out a loud and chilling cackle, "Foolish pretty, I am Stephen, or I was."  

it was true, she could sense it, so in tune with the mystical force of the world. She realized had no one else to rely on, so why couldn't she think of a single spell.  What had Strange done to her?

“Want revenge?” Strange cackled as he set the book in front of Clea.  Opened as it flipped it’s own pages to her desires.  Clea could feel it, and as both a Sorceress and a woman she stood no chance.

Dr. Strange smirked, her teeth yellow and jagged.  Let her future sister do her worst.  She was the Sorcerer Supreme, she didn’t fear magic.  However, using the book would lead Clea very quickly down the path that Stephen himself had walked just a little bit ago.

“Do your worst,” Mistress Strange said as she stood there in front of her.  Clea felt the darkness overtaking her soul, filling her with anger, and on some level… she liked it.  A lot.