Epilogue: You become a plaything

The once ambitious novice magician spent the rest of her existence in the ruins of her village, being fucked by every demon she foolishly brought into our world. She greeted the hordes of beasts with open legs and an eagerness to serve. Never was she happier than when she was tied down, being fucked by all sorts of monstrosities. Her will too broken to even consider trying to escape. She was always with company. When she begged to be tossed around, to have her cunt violated, and her body covered in cum, the demons granted her wish.

The demons tried everything with her. She had her limbs tied down so that she could better submit to her masters. She became the centerpiece to dozens of orgies as her every hole was put to good use. She was fucked every way demons could think of. Just as Eisheth had promised her mind was no longer hers, like her body, it belonged to the entire horde.

When the novice magician was lucky Eisheth would come for her. Using magic, the demon would take control of the magician’s body. She was a puppet that was compelled to do whatever her master wanted. The demon could bend her into any position, transform her body to please whatever the demon wanted that day. The magician wasn’t a person anymore. She was a plaything to be used by her master as the master saw fit. The only shred of personhood left in the magician was the desire held down and fucked, which is what the magician got. And she loved it.