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| Devilah found herself back where she had started. Despite her joking with Sampson earlier, the stench here made Riften smell like a clean spring morning. Here, all was putrid, burned or rotting. The only thing that could be said for the place was it never needed heating. | | | She knew better than to resist Agrat, especially when her boss was in this state. As her superior, Agrat had complete control over her by a mere nod of the head. To resist was futile. She had, as the phrase went, abandoned all hope. At least, she thought as she knelt awaiting Agrat to deliver her punishment, she finally got a chance to stretch her wings out again and get out of that conjured outfit.

"So, Devilah. I wonder if you have any idea of what your actions have caused to happen down here. What they caused to me?" | | | "I'm sorry Agrat! It was like thi..." she began, but suddenly a gag appeared in her mouth.

"No. No, I don't think I'd like to hear your excuses. Instead, you listen to me. Our master was very displeased. For just a moment Skyrim hesitated towards our cause, but then it swung back. Way back. It could not escape his notice after that. So he called me into his office. We discussed the matter... at length. Intensely. IN DEPTH! I told him all. And then...

The things that were done to me... the things that were inserted into me... THE THINGS THAT SLITHERED OUT OF ME!"

Devilah had never seen a demon shudder before. She decided she wouldn't try imagining it. Instead her thoughts turned elsewhere. But Agrat was continuing after she'd gained control of herself again. | | | ...but no. You couldn't know. You couldn't imagine. But you will, Devilah. Oh yes, you will. I learned much from our master. He is very imaginative. Very creative. I learned much from him!

Shall I teach you Devilah? Yes. I think I will. I'll teach you a lot of new and interesting things," the demon continued. "In the end, he released me. Do you know why? He released me so that I could find and deal with you. I will now focus only on you. I will concentrate on you. You are now the most important thing in the world to me, dearest Devilah. OH HOW I WILL TEACH YOU!" she screamed at the end.

Devilah wasn't listening anymore. She was remembering someone. | | | Agrat looked menacingly down at the small succubus grovelling before her a moment. "I can conjure up a lot of devices. But alas, they aren't designed for winged victims. Those have got to go!"

And suddenly Devilah's wings were gone. Once again she appeared to be an ordinary, if exceptionally voluptuous, Khajiit. A Khajiit very much alone. She would miss her wings.

"Do you like my playpen? We'll be spending a lot of time here, you and I. I've warmed it up for you. I had plenty of time to prepare for your arrival. I have devices ready to conjure up that you've never seen before! I'm so happy to have you here now, to show you my toys!" | | | "Here's one I like. It's not terribly creative, but it's very effective. Let me show you."

Suddenly Devilah found herself in a cage, quite small and hanging from the ceiling. Too small to stand up in, and her wrists were bound behind her back.

"It's made of iron. Quite sturdy. And you'll notice there is no door. No need for pesky imagined scenarios of escape. It's sanitary too! Everything just drops to the floor below you. Just think, Devilah, no need to go to a privy in there! You're already in one! You'll also find that you can't stand up. It's amazing how much you'll want to stand up - but you can't. Your legs will atrophy. You'll dream of just standing. Walking will be a distant memory. Running won't even be a memory..." | | | Then the demon seemed to change her mind. "But no. There'll be plenty of time for that later. But it's too boring. I've got much more EXCITING devices to show you. They tend to be wooden though. My flames burn them. Why wouldn't I make them of iron you ask? Why, the splinters! Splinters are excruciatingly delicious! You won't mind if I change into a more... conventional body will you?"

Devilah couldn't speak if she'd wanted to. Instead she shook her head without even looking at Agrat.

"Very well!" Agrat laughed and suddenly her natural flame-body resolved into that of a human... almost. The reptile-like wings clearly bespoke the demon that occupied it.

"There," Agrat spoke in a much different voice. | | | "Oh I hate this body," Agrat lied. "But for you, I'll tolerate it. Everything for you, Devilah. But where to start, where to start? There's just so much to choose from! You'll ride a rather unusual horse,

hang from chains in so many delightful configurations, spin around on a nifty wheel that our master showed me. It'll be a veritable fun-ride Devilah! You'll have such a good time you'll never forget it. It will be burned into your memory forever." | | | But again Devilah wasn't listening. She was thinking of time. How time moved so differently down here than in the world she'd just left Sampson in. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower, but always different. "What must he be thinking?" she thought as Agrat rambled on.

He would have started asking around about where his little Khajiit had gone that night. And they'd have told him all about her little party. Would he believe them? Knowing Sampson, he probably wouldn't. Dense as mud. But eventually he might. He'd find out she'd fucked every male in the tavern. Oh shit, admit it, every female too. And he'd be pissed. He'd spit on her memory. Would it make any difference if he knew what she was? Probably not. | | | "...into every orifice you have, and a few you haven't got yet!" Agrat was droning on. Trying to scare her, or just making promises to appease her desire for vengance? Devilah decided she didn't care. Agrat was just blowing off steam. This could continue for hours before she even got around to actually doing anything. But she would eventually.

The funny thing is that the fire-demon didn't even know. How could a demon that had spent so much time with her not know? She was a SUCCUBUS damn it. Agrat was not. She actually thought a succubus could be tortured! But a succubus was different. She was no regular demon. Even incubus' didn't have her capacity for pain. Hell, she didn't even feel pain - not like they did. The body, no even the mind of a succubus was different. She could feel pain, but it had no effect on her at all. And degradation? A succubus? The thought of degrading a succubus was complete madness. No succubus cared a whit about what was done to their body! And to top it all off, her body regenerated at a ridiculous rate! She'd be good as new within minutes of anything this laughable bitch could do to her." | | | Only a few things could really hurt a succubus. Lack of 'food' for one. That would weaken her. Like a vampire, she would weaken till she was little more than a wilted bag of flesh and bone.

In theory it could kill her if left without it for long enough. But males had been so numerous and so willing, it had never been a concern. But there were no males here. Fortunately she'd stored up so much that she was good for months. Even Agrat would tire of her tortures after that long.

But... she did hurt. She hurt every time she thought of Sampson. She wanted to talk to him, just for a few minutes. She would feel so much better if she could just explain some things to him. Just to explain how she felt about him despite the things she had done.

But that wasn't going to happen now. All she could do now was to put up with Agrat until she tired of punishing her. Well, she could do that. She'd play the game for this insane bitch. She'd scream her lungs out, faint, whatever seemed appropriate. If only she could stop thinking of Sampson for just a little while! | |