out of the frying pan...

Your mind races to figure out an escape, your arms are painfully tied behind your back, and you are pretty sure there is no way in hell you are getting them free. Not to mention your legs are tied to the bed, oh ya and if that wasn't enough you still can't see anything. But at least your mouth is free, so you could scream if you wanted. “Wait, my mouth!” You say aloud to the darkness, remembering her gift. But what to do with it? You can breath a gout of flame three times, but if you can't see, or get your arms free, what good would it do. But you know it is the only shot you have. Carefully you try to bend and push till you are on your knees, sitting back, and have a pretty good idea where your feet are. With a silent prayer to anyone that will answer, you take in a deep breath, then let it out across your tongue and will the flame to appear. There is a whoosh sound and you can feel the heat on your body, but you don't burn yourself, that said you must have missed a bit because your leg is still bound. Pulling an straining as you hear the sound of the bed on fire, suddenly there is a snap and your leg comes free. Aiming a bit lower you try again on the left side and with another whoosh your leg snaps free in an instant. Not sure if the fires can burn you, you roll off of the bed onto the floor and wiggle around trying to get your feet under you. Eventually you get to your feet just as a loud banging fills your ears. A crash follows then the sounds of voices and yelling you can't quite make out, but you are pretty sure that someone is fighting the flames.

Finally a hand grabs you by the hair and a gruff voice yells in your face, drips of spittle hitting your lip with each word. “What the fuck are you trying to do you stupid little bitch, burn down my inn?” Then a painful slap across the face stings your cheek. “I don't care who the fuck you are or what kind of stupid bitch owns you, I am taking this out of your hide right now.” A punch to the stomach doubles you over in pain and you are dragged by the hair down a flight of stairs. “The owner of this stupid bitch just cost me 100 gold in damages to my room upstairs. The first person to pay up can have her.” A few moments pass then, “Fine, how about 5 gold to fuck her as long as you like.” This causes a roar of cheering from the patrons and you are thrown to the floor. You fight to get back up, and open your mouth to say something, but a rather large cock silences any protest you might have had. Many pairs of hands are all over you, pinching, pulling, tugging on every limb, your hair, and everything in between. A second thick cock pushes up your ass, pulling you on top of him, as a third pushes into your cunt. All three holes filled, yet unable to even see what is going on, your arms bound roughly behind you, a feeling of helplessness begins once again to overwhelm you. But you are Djuvulia, bringer of darkness, harbinger of the **** of all things, or at least part of you was. A pair of hands roughly squeezes your breasts and a pair of cocks duel for mastery as a second person decides your asshole is big enough for two. As the second cock slips into your ass, someone, female you would guess, has started sucking your nipples. A second female you envision is also nipping at your clit as a cock rubs past her fucking your cunt in long slow strokes. As much as part of you wants to scream and fight back, summoning something to kill everyone, a deeper part is both aware that your magic is apparently gone, and whoever the fuck is lapping at your clit is really good at what she does. An orgasm shudders through you as the filthy reality of it all sinks in. But it is far from over, one of the cocks in your asshole blows it's seed in you, causing a small fight as the other gets cum all over his stomach. You are then passed off to a much larger rod that pushes you down on your knees, face mashed down into someones crotch as a smallish penis fucks your throat, and he then pushes into your well fucked ass. It is so large that you can feel cum from the first two squirting out around his cock with every quick thrust and the sounds of the mess is like someone mashing grapes. Somewhere in your mind you know the devil girl will return soon and if you are here just getting fucked, she might just kill you again. But what to do, you don't want to breathe fire and kill a bunch of people, or do you? It would serve them right, but that wouldn't free you either. What to do? You search your mind for an answer.