A summoning

“Hmm… I know what, Moirianna,” Istarille says to your mistress. “For such a tasty treat like this… how about I summon a Zalich demon? It’ll be fun to watch while we enjoy some of my other slaves. And by the time it’s done with her, she’ll be addicted to sex of every kind.”

Lady Moirianna smiles. “Ah, yes, wasn’t it one of them that fucked you when you were a student at the College of Light and Shadow?”

“Mmm…” Istarille smiles at the memory. “It broke out of my summoning pentacle and **** me for three days straight. There are potions and spells that can help deal with the addiction, but I rarely see much point in bothering. I’d rather just satisfy it.”

“As I recall,” Moirianna commented wryly, “according to the rumours we got from overseas, you had spread your legs for every pupil and teacher in the College by the time you were done.”

“And the ancillary staff,” Istarille adds proudly. “And the menagerie. Honestly, Moira, you haven’t lived until you’ve been mounted by a centaur and used like a mare, or taken by a werewolf that smelled you were in heat.”

“The summoning, Izzy?”

“Of course.”

You are lowered to the floor and are led, unresisting, to another room in the estate, pulled along by the enchantment on the cuffs. To your surprise, before you enter the two elves stop and strip off their clothing, exposing two gorgeous bodies. “Clothes interfere with the magic,” Istarille explains, although from her tone she’s talking to herself.

The centre of the room is marked with an incredibly complicated magical diagram, layers of which form pentacles, circles and stranger shapes. You are walked into the wide empty space at the centre, and left there. Istarille rings a bell, and a wide array of naked slaves arrive, all beautiful and well endowed. You see two elf males, a human male, an elf woman and two human maids, all as naked as the two elven ladies. Istarille begins to chant a spell, while Moirianna sprawls on one of the divans that are against the walls at the edges of the room, spreading her legs so one of the human women can eat her out.

As the elven mage continues her spell, you wonder what sort of monster she’s summoning. You know you should try to escape, but the cuffs hold you firmly. Finally, Istarille’s spell reaches its climax, and a strange portal opens in the air in front of you.