Stuck as a doll?

"What do you mean you were stuck as a doll? How did that happen? How long ago? What are you?" My voice rising a bit. I am a pretty skeptical person and this is all pushing me way outside my known world.

Mella sighs and her tiny head lowers a little bit. "I was afraid you were going to ask about that more." She suddenly sounds glum. "I better get this over with. Soon as I do you'll just toss me away like everyone else has." She says bitterly.

"What do you mean..." I start before she interrupts me. "I'm what you would call a succubus. A demon. Everybody says we're evil so just get on with it and throw me away. That's what everybody does when they find out. Nobody likes me, not even my own kind." She sounds like a completely different person. Somebody who has been rejected over and over and over. It's probably why she is so manic with sex and fun. She's desperately trying to have good times before she gets dumped again.

"Succubus and demons are just mythology and stories to me." I say gently. "It's just a term that doesn't have a lot of meaning anymore beyond that. I'm not going to reject you just because of the name."

"Really?!" She suddenly sounds cautiously hopeful.

"Really." I say emphatically. "So why did you say not even your own kind liked you?"

"Oh, well... umm... a lot of succubi really were pretty bad. They would... uhh... have sex with people and kind of drain their life all in one go by absorbing their blood. But I never did that! Blood is icky! It's not fun and sexy, it just feels weird and gross. At most I would use a drop of blood to strengthen things but that's it! I would just go around and have sex with anybody who wanted to. That was sooooo much fun. A group of strict blood followers didn't like that and overwhelmed me and **** me to be a doll to be played with since I wouldn't join them. I change form every generation or so. I was buried for a long time. I changed at least twenty times. I dunno how many, I lost track. Some digging and rain unburied me and you found me!"

"Wow, that is... quite something." I say, not really knowing what to say. "So you were basically punished for not killing people and having too much sex?"

"Yep!" She pipes up "Pretty much sums it up."

"What exactly does the blood thing do?" I ask.

"Oh that! It feels icky for a moment but it would strengthen our bond. Your fluids would be more powerful and we could talk to each other more easily. Also you could carry me around and nobody would notice. You could even use me on somebody and they would think I was the best sex toy ever!" She is getting excited again.