They come for your challenge

Memories of writhing a top a pile of naked bodies, a thick and throbbing cock thrust down your throat vanish quickly as your eyes open.

Quickly and with the skill and grace of the Mistress of Demons you leap to your feet and lurch towards the man. It's no good. The chain around your neck pulls taught, almost yanking you off your feet.

You steady yourself and look around the room. You're somewhere new and Bitch is no where to be seen.

Your side of the room is bleak and bare. Both the walls and the floor are made from large stone blocks. There's a little straw on the floor as if the area had once been used to keep animals.

The chain that binds you is strong and cold. It's anchored into the wall behind with a vast iron plug. It's attached to you via a chunky metal colar that's closed around your neck.

"You'll find the chain is magical. You'll not be able to break it. You'll find that some of your powers are limited while you're chained too - not all of them. You'll need your powers, so I'm not going to take them all away but I'm not going to leave you at full power either."

He sits on the other side of the room. It's a complete contrast to your half. The walls are covered in a decorative wallpaper. There's a plush carpet on the ground - a carpet which frays and then stops as it reaches your half.

The man, this powerful stranger, sits on a large and cosy leather chair from where he watches you. In one hand he nurses what looks like a large glass of brandy.

You're naked. Your form is entirely human even if you're taller, trimmer and fitter than usual. It's not the best form for sex you could have shifted into but it's a good one. Is this why the stranger studies you so keenly?

"Do you remember the first person you killed?"

The question startles you. Are you a killer? You're a sex demoness - perhaps a sex goddess. But a killer?

"Tommy," you murmur softly, the memory of the young man who rescued you from the zombies returning to you. You had a demonically transformed priest fuck his ass while you rode his cock.

The stranger nods, "Yes. Tommy. You killed him and his ghostly form nearly faded too... but I sense him in this room now. Did you call out to him before I captured you? Perhaps that's what it was that's given him enough energy to return."

Invisible lips brush against your throat, just below your new collar. The gentle touch is enough to send waves of pleasure through your body.

"Tommy wants you..." explains the stranger.

The invisible lips suckle on your left breast, taking you into his mouth and once again sending you to the brink of an orgasm.

Your new demonic instincts scream at you. Fuck the ghost of the boy. This is what you need to do to win. This is what your body needs to live and draw strength. You don't care that the stranger is sitting a few feet away from you and watching.

Your human concerns still linger though, sounding notes of caution and worry. Surely this is a trap of some sort? Unless there's an interruption it seems you only have two choices.