He was right about Sarai. I didn't know how much time had actually passed, but I only got one more serving of gruel and water before she swept into my cell, demon in tow as before. When I heard the door I stood, ready to follow the script I'd decided on for myself as I waited.
"Do whatever you want with me, but leave Leigh out of it," I told her. I didn't want her to realize that I knew her plan was more about Leigh than me. I wanted her to be smug and confident in my ignorance.
"Oh, I certainly intend on doing what I please with you Shyla, but you're in no position to bargain about the fate of the delectable Leigh, are you? You are here, and she, well, presumably she's at home. Asmodeus, hold her."
"Yes Mistress," the demon replied in that otherworldly voice, so unlike the way he spoke in our dreams. I was having a hard time reconciling his current shape with the man I had dealt with in the dream. But I had no other hope, no other choice. My body was no longer my own. I couldn't even twitch. I did blink, but I couldn't do it by choice.
"Now," Sarai said, "what shall we do with her first? She must be starting to heal from your first treatment of her."
She was wearing a black cloak which swayed about her as she sashayed over to me, touching my body possessively and giving my breasts little slaps as she spoke.
"She fears me Mistress. If you allow me to fuck her, forcing her to enjoy it, you will then be free to feed on her despair."
She glanced at him, and I gave brief thanks that my face could not betray my terrified reaction to his words. I knew now at least one thing that he hadn't told me. Somehow Sarai was an aponoiaphage. That explained why I hadn't felt magic the few times I had met Sarai when Leigh started dating her. She needed to feed on despair to gain her power; I wouldn't have been able to sense anything unless she had recently fed.
"Bring her to the torture chamber," she continued, patting my cheek and stalking out of my cell. I found myself following complacently in the demon's wake, a consistent distance behind his tail.
The torture chamber was as predictable as the cell had been, at least, what I was able to see around the demon's form. I couldn't glance around. I did see a rack out of the corner of my eye, and a glowing brazier that made me want to shiver in fear.
Preventing me from physically expressing my emotions would concentrate them for Sarai, allowing her to get a more thorough feeding. I hated her for that, but I knew that the demon would follow through with our plan in the hopes of being freed. I prepared the small bolt of energy that would destroy her control over him, concealing it in my mouth.
"Put her on the table," Sarai said. I found my body face down on a gynecological table, complete with stirrups. I was perfectly positioned for an exam in fact, which Sarai proceeded to mockingly conduct.
"Let's see how you're healing dear Shyla."
The table was flat, so I couldn't see her, but I felt her fingers spreading and probing my flesh.
"Healed? You healed it?" her voice shook with rage. I wanted to grin. All that sleep had allowed my body to heal itself. I could feel her anger burning in the ether, but it was quickly shut down.
"Oh, no, this will not do. This will not do at all." Her voice had become saccharin and cooing, a parody of a fairy tale princess. "Asmodeous," she sang out, "You are going to fuck this cunt bloody, making her body enjoy every moment, and then you may cum down her throat."
The despair that swept through my mind was not feigned. This was not the plan. He had his orders and I could feel my body growing aroused. I hated it, but there was nothing I could do. I caught a glimpse of Sarai's face as she moved from between to my legs to near my head.
"Yes, that's delicious Shyla. I'm going to use this power to continue binding Leigh to me. It might still have your flavor. Do you think she'll notice?"
I couldn't see anything but the shadow covered ceiling. Sarai's hands caressed my face, furthering my mental disgust. But my body felt only an ever-increasing pleasure. My pussy grew wetter and wetter. I could feel my body opening, eagerly anticipating its imminent penetration.
