The Sultan stood, now robed again with Lydia by his side in front of my kneeling wife, who was still choking on his son's semen. "Ah Lady Dee. I did warn you, did I not?"
"Oh please, My Lord, please don't kill me. Please spare my life." She gasped out. "Did I not do as you asked you?"
"Yes, you did my lovely, but now I am afraid I must give you to the Djinn. It is such a waste really, you were quite good."
While my wife knelt on the floor wrists still chained together above her head, Lydia and the harem-girls made themselves busy in the Sultan's private chamber. A carpet was removed and underneath it I could see a pentagram of eastern design the very surface of which was the same darkly mirrored substance that the Demon mirrors were made of.
Thirteen great iron candlesticks were placed around it and between each a brazier filled with sweet smelling hashish as well as some other secret herbs. It was to this circle that they brought my wife, Dee and forced her to stand in the center of the pentagram, stark naked, while one by one they set the braziers alight and lit the candles. "What now?" She asked a faint defiance entering her voice. "Who is this Djinn? Another soldier you have, to rape me?"
The Sultan smiled and replied. "First lady Dee, as they say, you cannot rape a whore. And second, the Djinn is something very special, you will find him a lover like no other. He will touch you in ways no human male can.
"They say he has driven women mad with lust." Lydia interjected, which made the Sultan smile and Dee's face fall. "Now breath deeply Dee, let the sacred fumes permeate your very being as we begin the ritual." A Drum began to beat and Lydia began to chant in some language I did not understand. The harem-girls released Dee and began to dance around the pentagram in a circle. They writhed and undulated with wonderful abandon to the rhythm of the drumming and began to echo every word of Lydia's incantation.
I could see that the fumes from the braziers were beginning to affect Dee. She looked groggy and uncertain as she attempted to step out of the circle and encountered what I can only imagine to be an invisible barrier, confused she pushed against it with out-stretched hands, but it was unyielding. Dee was effectively trapped inside an unbreakable glass tube with a diameter of about ten feet; she tried to cross other points of the circle but always was stopped cold. It was then we all noticed thin black tendrils, of what might be smoke rising from the pentagram, inside her prison; They rose all about Dee and something about them filled her with fear and even panic. She dashed herself against the invisible wall and pounded her little fists against it to no avail.