At least you are alive.

He fucks your ass for hours, never letting up, never tiring. The positions change, and at times you are even riding on top of him, yet you can't seem to break the spell, the pleasure is just too great. It seems with only two remaining subjects, whatever ****, or otherworldly creature is influencing the two of you is much stronger. Finally the man fucking you must also realize your stamina is as enhanced as his, and you can tell that you are actually winning. Most likely due to the break you had during your brief escape. He decides to take another tactic, you are sure he must have used before. He pulls his dripping cock from your ass and spins you around. Eagerly you lap on it like a massive lollypop, till the urge is too strong, and you take it into your mouth. As you feel it shoving deeper and deeper into your belly, your mind tries to fight back and pull back or bite down, but it is simply too large to do either. As your lips touch the base of his cock he wraps his strong hands around your head, pinches your nose, as if that was really necessary, and waits for you to suffocate. You fight with all your remaining strength, and try as hard as you can to get free, but soon the world begins to turn dark around you.

The room goes dark, your hands go limp, and finally you feel the blade of the dagger run across your neck with a soft hiss. Your heart betrays you at last as he pulls back and drops you to the floor as it pumps with vigor your life blood into the room. You watch on in horror trying to grip at your neck, as the pain shocked you back to consciousness. But it is in vain. It is far too late to stem the flow that seems to vanish as it touches the floor. Just before you die, lying on the floor in a heap, you quietly reach into the magic satchel you thankfully fell very close to, and drink one of the potions that you knew would heal any injury. Just as you do, your eyes close and somewhere you can hear a soft beating you now know is your heart come to an end. As you succumb to the darkness of oblivion once again you hear a massive roar and a horrible laugh as your last thought is knowledge that something truly evil just entered the world.

Some unknown time later you sit up in a jolt, hands gripping your neck in horror and surprise. Finding no trace of the injury you quickly look around, but sadly, or possibly for the better considering where you are, there is only darkness. Feeling around you find no trace of the magic pouch, only the remains of the people left behind. Pulling yourself up, you are aware that you feel perfectly fine, naked, a bit more feminine with cute perky boobies, and standing in a pile of chopped up bloodless bodies. “Yippee.”

Then you remember you have a little bit of magic. Focusing on the thoughts of casting the spell that made your eyes glow, you try to recall every bit of magic you possess. But sadly it seems to be gone. Nothing, not a trace. “Well fuck, now what?” Carefully you make your way across the room till you find a wall. Then following it you find a door. Pulling it open you smell water and realize you must be in the communal bath. You slink into the room cautiously till you find a tub and slip in to clean yourself off, although you actually feel quite clean really, but emotionally the bath does you good. For a little while you are able to relax and just float.