You run desperately for the exit.

The terrifying aura now surrounding the demon lord only serves to highten the adrenalin now pumping through your body. The moment Thoros turns his gaze, you grab the holy sword and bolt for the exit from the main hall. The sound of your bare feet on the stone floor is completely drowned out by the fury of the demon lord and the squealing imp.

Suddenly, your foot becomes tangled and you are nearly sent sprawling to the ground. The blade of your sword scrapes loudly on the stone as you bend to keep your balance. You may have pushed your panties down, but you never stepped out of them when they fell to the floor. Cursing under your breath, you manage to recover just before you fall over entirely.

It's only a near miss, but the delay is long enough to allow something to catch up to you. A sudden impact from behind sends you face first to the stone. The holy sword bounces out of your grip and slides away, coming to a stop a few feet away from you.

You try to pull yourself towards the sword, but a pair of hands grasps tightly around your left ankle. Without looking, you kick at your captor with your right foot to free yourself. You feel the impact of your heel against your target and the grip on you loosens. Just as you pull your right foot back to deliver a second blow, your free leg is also seized by another pair of hands.

"Naughty, naughty Sabine!" You hear the voice of Sister White behind you. Turning, you see both she and Sister Velanna are holding your legs. Velanna's jaw is already turning red from impact of your heel. Your nose begins to pick up the scent of sweat, sex, and demon cum that hangs thick around the violated sisters.

"Once you become a member of the Silent Watch, you can never leave us. And really, why would you want to?" She licks her lips suggestively before she continues. "You will be given to my Master so you can know the same joy as the rest of us." A blissful expression appears on her face at the thought of betraying you to the demons. Your feel hands grabbing both your wrists, preventing you from retaliation.

Sister Velanna suddenly pulls on you leg. "No Sister! Sabine shall become a slut for my Master!" White glares at her and pulls you back towards herself, not ready to give away her prize.

What follows is a perverse game of tug of war as the four members of the Silent Watch try to claim you on behalf of their master. You cry out in pain as your limbs are violently abused durring the match.

"Stop it Sisters!" You shriek. "You are tearing me appart!" Apparently, suffering from a severe case of 'Crazy Slut' has given your fallen sisters strength beyond their normal means.

During this whole confrontation, you had completely lost track of Thoros. The last you remembered, he was raging at the imp. Suddenly you feel his rage directed at you and your captors.

"Silence fools!" The five of you freeze as the massive demon turns and lumbers toward you. You see the imp, or what is left of him. The head had been completely caved in from the **** of the demon lord's powerful fists.

"Stupid, worthless woman!" He glares and points at you. "What would you have done if you had escaped? Where would you have gone stark naked with no provisions?" Despite the situation, you are **** to admit he has a point. "Gerlangen? Is that where you would go?" Thoros continues his tirade.

Without warning, his expression begins to change. Gone is the fury, and in its place is an expression of intense thought. The sudden change dose nothing to make you feel any better. In fact, you now begin to worry about what the demon may be planning for you.

"Yes... You would have gone to Gerlangen, and taken the holy sword with you... All the way to the location of the second sword that keeps me sealed from this world." Thoros turns his gaze from you to the four women restraining you. "Put her on her knees, and keep her still." As they move to comply, he turns to the four, still unknown, demons in the hall. "Have the hunter demons, and all others skilled in tracking, leave at once! They are to make every effort to slow down the escaping women. If they can capture the girls they are free to, but no one exceeds their quota! I want the sluts tired and weak when the summoning spell snags their sleeping minds and forces them to return."

You are utterly shocked by what you hear. If you understand correctly, the demons in the abbey are preparing a wide area spell that would affect the minds of all your fellow sisters that managed to escape. Such a spell, spread out over a large area, would be too weak to affect their conscious minds. Instead the spell would act upon them while they slept, effectively causing the girls to sleep walk back to the abbey. In such a state, they could offer no resistance and would be completely ****.

Thoros turns his attention back to you. As commanded, your captors have **** you to your knees. "As for you, slut. You shall become the cornerstone of my new invasion plan."

You try to glare defiantly, but your effort are made difficult by the stench of your fellow sisters. A nose wrinkled in disgust and defiance do not mix well into a single expression. "Never Thoros! I will never serve you!"

The demon lord grins as he holds out his hand. A glowing red orb begins to form, floating just above his palm. "I know I can change your mind, ****."

His grin becomes increasingly sinister with each passing moment.