A lesson in obedience

Aaralon woke up feeling dizzy and confused. He opened his eyes. In his lap rested the beautiful head of Winna. The girl he ached for. How had she come to be in this position? And why did she wear just a skimpy, short nighty? Trying to collect some sense of remembrance he looked around.

Ebon eyes burned hard into his soul. Eyes full of hatred.

Aaralon screamed. Winna jumped up, crawled back and covered her ears with her hands. Her emerald eyes were full of fear. His lips formed his name, but he wouldn't hear her. The young sorcerer clutched at his temples in a futile attempt to ease this sudden surge of pain. His body twisted uncontrolledly as spams of searing fire rushed through his spine and to the tips of his fingers and toes.

Puny human. Don't you ever again dare to invade my mind!

Aaralon continued to scream as this dark, abyssal voice filled his brain.

Don't you ever dare to disobey me!

He rolled on the floor. His vocal chords burned from his screams.

Take this as a warning. Heed it well. The next time you might not get away that easily!

All of sudden the menacing voice was gone. The pain as well. Just a dull, reminding throb inside his skull. Clutching his arms around his chest he collapsed and sobbed dry tears.

The succubus turned her attention towards the frightened girl. "Pet, come here!" Her long nails pointed at the floor at her feet.

Shaken from what she just had witnessed Winna crawled towards this sinister, female being. She didn't dare to object, afraid of suffering a similar fate as Aaralon. As she approached this beautiful nightmare creature Winna noticed that the succubus trembled almost as much as the young magician. At the creature's upper arms, red finger imprints gleamed angrily. Her creamy skin had transformed into a transparent sheet. She almost thought she could see her delicately sculpted bones.

"Come... here..." the demon goddess panted. "Crouch... down... here!"

Winna looked at her. There was uncertainty in her eyes. Who was she? Why did she breathe that heavily? Why were there tiny pearls of sweat dispersed on that diaphanous skin?

The succubus' ample breasts heaved. Her hands trembled. Her dark wings flapped. "Do... as... you... are...told...girl!" the creature pressed through her perfect teeth. "Or...!" The last word came out as a hoarse whisper.

Winna stopped two feet away from the exotic being. Had she been the one tormenting Aaralon? The one who broke him into a heap of sobbing tears? Could she do that to her too? But this creature didn't look that healthy. Could she dare to run and flee to get help? What was worse? Obey. Or flee? She was so undecided. So afraid.

What should she do?