When Mara accepted the mission from a town far from home, she had only expected to slay demons that terrorized the village. She had prepared herself for capture, for death. Mara was a lone warrior, with no family, nor friends. She did not fear death.
What Mara didn't expect was to be capture, stripped, and tied up to bars hanging off the ceiling, like slaughtered animals in the butcher. Mara was knocked unconscious in the middle of the battle, and when she awoke, she found herself hanging by her wrists, in a dim room, along with at least two dozen more young women. Some of them were still unconscious, but out of all the girls who were awake, Mara was the only one in panic.
"What's going on?!" she demanded, twisting her body to face the girl to her left, who hung there with almost a delighted expression on her face.
"Don't you know? The demons come every week to try to impregnate girls, so we can pass on their offspring," she said proudly. Her long blonde hair curled lusciously around her thin waist and her large breasts. Her blue eyes shone with excitement.
"What? That is ridiculous!" Mara cried her brown eyes wide with fear and disgust. She suddenly felt very conscious of her body, of her large, heavy breasts and slim body.
"I agree, this whole tying us up process isn't very nice," the girl continued, "but this is the only part you have to endure. When the demon comes, oh, you'll feel nothing but pleasure," the girl sighed, closing her eyes. A light blush crept across her face.
"B-but...I'm still...a virgin!" she hissed, her heart pounding heavily. Mara had promised herself to save her virginity for the man she loves. That man did not appear yet, and now, she was going to lose it to a demon. The girl looked at her with a small smile.
"Even better," she said.
