Why not.

It takes only a few moments to complete the spell to summon the creature, as you finish the last syllable you sort of twinge your face, closing one eye and sort of trying to retreat a bit. Then standing in front of you is a stunningly beautiful blond. Her hair is cut short in an almost boyish fashion, her facial features are cute and perky with a slightly turned up nose, slim but sexy lips, with dark red lipstick, and light pink eyeshadow, over piercing sexy blue eyes. She stands just about 5'6” you would guess with a thin but strong build, overly perky d cup breasts that look a tad large on her slender frame, and a sexy perky butt. Her pussy is totally shaved, and looks quite yummy, you have to admit, and her skin is tanned like someone that plays sports outdoors a lot, deep and sexy. She grins with a wide sexy smile when she sees you, throws her hands up in the air and screams like a horrifying cheerleader running forward to scoop you up in her arms, spin around holding you two full rotations, then giving you a big wet sloppy tongue sucking kiss. She sets you down while still kissing you, cupping your ass in her surprisingly strong hands, and you can't resist lifting your legs up to hook them around her back. The kiss lingers for more than five minutes before she finally breaks it off and plops you onto your feet. Reaching out she grabs the barbell piercings in your nipples, tweaks them a tad rough, and says, “I see you still have my gifts.”

“Yes.” You say simply both turned on and a bit in pain from her twisting your nipples.

She finally lets go and pulls a similar looking silver barbell piercing out. “I brought you a gift of course. Here let me put it in.” Saying that a long needle appears in her other hand.

Not sure what you are supposed to do exactly, you go along with it saying, “Sure.”

She grips your face, opening your mouth, then using another thing you don't see where she got it, she grips your tongue with a pair of tongs, yanks it out roughly, till you are almost sure she is simply going to rip it off, then she uses the massive needle to pierce your tongue. As she pulls it out she then sticks in the barbell then presses the ball that seals it in. Your sight that allows you to read auras tells you that it isn't coming out, unless you get the magic dispelled. It also lets you know that this tongue stud gives you the ability to breath forth a small gout of hellfire that is powered by infernal energy and will burn even things normally not effected by fire. After use it takes roughly an hour to recharge, or faster if you channel your own magical energy into it. “There, I told you I would bring you something next time I saw you.” Then she slaps you across the face, hard. “I see you didn't sacrifice yourself to that huge nasty evil god thing. You scared me you know, I thought I would never see you again.” Then she locks her lips with yours and gives you another passionate kiss. Breaking off suddenly she looks into your eyes. “Wait. You are not Djuvulia. Well you are, but at the same time you aren't.” She grabs your face roughly staring into your eyes, “No. You did it didn't you. You stupid bitch. I told you I would love you forever, you didn't need to kill yourself. I told you it wouldn't work, the powers beyond would stop it.” She lets your face go and slumps to the ground sobbing. Lightly you put your hand on her shoulder to comfort her, she snaps her head back looking up at you, “So who the hell are you anyway?” Stammering, you start to answer but she stops you by standing up and punching you in the stomach so hard it knocks the wind out of you and sends you to your knees. She grabs you head and looks into your eyes, “I can see you. But wait. You are her now aren't you, your soul is from far away, but I can see you are her reborn, just different. I can almost see it. Yes by using a good soul from beyond you have lost your thirst for ****. Ooh, I see, so you aren't my Djuvulia, but you are Djuvulia. Well then I suppose I can't kill you for that. But I don't know if our deal or our love stands either. Let's see how much fun you are, and go from there. What do you say?”

Opening your mouth to respond, she pounces on you like a crazed beast, stuffing a ball shaped gag in your mouth and strapping it on your head. “I thought you would say that.” Then she grabs your top knot braid and smashes your face into the ground. Then she stomps on your back and sits down on your. Pulling your hair hard you can't tell what she is doing till she pushes a mask over your head and buckles it tight around your neck, it covers your head completely, other than a wide circle cut out for your mouth and a pair of small holes for your nose so you can breathe. You can't see what she is doing next, but you definitely feel it, she uses some sharp object and cuts off you boots and gloves, distroying them, then ties your wrists together behind your back, then ties your ankles together and hoists you upside down off of the ground. What comes next is far from sexy, she simply beats you for the better part of an hour till you are sure you have massive internal injuries and several broken bones. “Well you can take a beating like her I'll give you that.” She then squeezes your right breast roughly and bites you on the other. “Your flesh tastes like hers.” Then the rope suspending you drops you to the ground with a thud. She unties your ankles and softly pulls on what you are pretty sure are light leather stockings that she pulls up high on your thighs, nearly to your ass, yet the feet are basically open, there is a stirrup that goes around the middle of your foot and a small piece that hooks around the big toe, so you would imagine the top of your foot is mostly covered as is some of the bottom, but the toes and heel are exposed. Then she buckles on a belt or shackle like loop around each ankle, and hooks it to what must be some kind of spreader bar, as it holds your legs spread at least two feet apart. She then straps a tight strap holding down your right arm before untying your hands. She then pulls on a long glove on your left arm that pulls up to nearly your shoulder, but as the boots, it is open so your fingers and thumb stick out. Clamping a belt or strap like shackle on your left arm, it is pulled above your head till the pressure on your neck is released and you are hanging by the one arm. Next she pulls free your other arm, and pulls on a second glove, that seems to be attached to the other as you feel it against your back. Once in she then pulls the thing over your head, that for a second you think must be a shirt, but once it is on you can see it only covers your arms, shoulders, and is a tight strap around your neck. There is a click close to your head, all the while she holds your arm tight against your back bending it so your hand is near your neck. The strap holding you up is then suddenly released and you other hand is pulled up behind your back with the other, and both hands are then locked together. Once she has you hands secured you are once again hauled into the air, this time however by the collar around your neck, threatening to hang you, yet if you point your toes and arch your feet as much as you can, your feet touch the ground just enough to rest on the balls of your feet, but with each slight slip your can't help but **** as it is hard to balance like that. “I cannot get over how much you look like her. Oh well, I am sorry to say this isn't going to end well for you. You see I know she tied her magic to her soul to increase it's power. So what I am going to do is use that tie to call her soul back, as I know she won't want another to use her magic. Once she is back I am sure she will thank me for saving her. I am sorry your soul will surely be consumed by this.”

Next she pulls the gag out just enough to get you to drink something you are sure is blood. The volume is enough to make you gag, and as you do several times she forces something down your throat that must be some kind of tube, as soon after you can feel you stomach filling till you are bloated and wishing you could vomit the mass back up. In this foul mix of liquids there is something that heals your wounds as well, and soon you feel better than ever before, an **** high as well. With the hood muffling her chanting you can't know what she is saying, but you are sure she is casting the spell she spoke of. Then there is a tug on your chest. A feeling that something is trying to tear you apart from the inside. As it gets stronger you feel a loving touch caress your ass and pussy, lightly fondling your clit, probing your holes, and light kisses as well. The tender touches after such pain is intense and your pussy is quickly moist. Then she, although it can't be her as you can still hear the chanting, pushes fingers into your asshole, stretching and prying at it as if to gain entry. This continues while the soft tender licks are delving into the sweet nectar of your pussy. Hours pass, the tongue and fingers become more daring, the tongue digs into your pussy, the fingers in your ass turn into a fist that is pushed into your ass till your body begins to twitch. Slap. Slap. Slap. Between tender licks and kisses someone roughly spanks your cunt. Timing each hit with a push to penetrate your ass deeper than possible. A second hand is in your ass, you realize after several more hours of intense pleasure, and far too much pain, but the mixture in your belly keeps you healed and alert for all of it.

Suddenly the mix inside of you seems to churn and you **** at the fumes it now gives off that fills your lungs, or perhaps something else is in there as your lungs fight for life giving air. Then your ears, your mind, your very being is filled with a blood curdling scream. Then nothing, you are simply hanging there, no hands touch you, no voices, no screaming, no pressure within, nothing. The blackness and sound dampening of the mask allow nothing to enter, and all there is, is the struggle to stand so you don't hang. A week or more passes, still nothing, you have no idea what has happened, but somehow you feel no hunger, thirst, and no pain. Day and night are meaningless, as time flows by, yet there is nothing. When suddenly there is something. Something odd, straining your eyes, you can see the jungle. But the mask is still on? You must be dead hovering over your body, you think, but that isn't it exactly, somehow you can see what is around you, and not only that it seems you can see in all directions at the same time. That is when you see your tormentor. She is lying on the ground, barely breathing, but there is no sign of any harm, it is as if she has simply given up on life and laid down to die. “Let me go!” You scream into the gag, and not a sound escapes your lips, yet she stirs as if she heard you. “I said let me go you bitch!” You try screaming again, and while your ears confirm you made little more than a whisper, she looks up at you.

“You have no magic. The spell backfired. I didn't save her, I doomed her for all eternity. How can you be speaking to me? No, it isn't you is it. I have certainly gone mad. You are human, I have not fed you for more than a week, I am sure you are as dead as my soul. My poor Djuvulia.” She sobs again, tears and mud staining her face.

“I am not dead. Let me down.” You demand again.

“Stop this madness. If you aren't dead free yourself. Bother me no more wraith. Let me die here with my love.”