You have finally had enough.

Your mind on a whirlwind of pleasure, pain, disgust, and delight, you search for an answer. When a memory? That is what it feels like, but you don't remember it happening, you see yourself tied by her before, you know that you know how to escape the bindings, not only that you know that it is a game with her. She ties you up and beats you till you free yourself and kick her ass. “Fuck me are you kidding.” You say to the room as a cock slips out of your throat for a moment. They don't even listen and another takes it's place deep in your throat. But you know now your body has been made far more resilient that you had thought. With a twisting motion, your shoulder slips out of it's socket. Your arm twists impossibly and the ropes slip off of you, your hands going free. Gripping the nuts of the man fucking your face, he quickly reevaluates his choice and pulls out, graciously, you let him go. Slamming your tight ass back into the three men fucking your holes, two in your ass and one in your pussy, you rapidly get the one in your cunt to blow, and he too pulls away. Dropping to your knees, they redouble their efforts, and a new cock is in your face, but you won't have any of it. You clench your teeth and through a tight mouth you say, “No more.” Whoever it is senses the venom in your voice and backs off, leaving you with the last two dueling cocks pounding your ass. “Will you fucking finish all ready!” You shout, planting your feet, and slamming back into them. This pumps the meat into you to the depths and if you were a lesser specimen you might have just damaged yourself, but as is you get one to blow on the spot, the other decide to finish himself, you can hear him masturbating furiously below you as you stand up, legs straddling his. He leans up and you feel his tongue lick your asshole, giving you a little satisfied grin.

“Hey ****, I don't have enough money out of you yet, sit back down and let them fuck you or you will pay.” Using your sharp fingernails, you rip the face off of the mask, the pain as it tugs the piercings is nearly unbearable, but as you supposed, the mask gives before your face. Tatters of the front of the mask remain, as does most of it rimming your face, but you can now see, and they can see the fire in your eyes.

“Don't presume to order me around you sack of flesh, lest I decide to make a meal of you.” You spit the words at him with a venomous hate you weren't aware you possessed. He looks away instantly and says nothing. Looking around you can see the crowd of revelers is quickly parting. Several give you looks that say, look me up later, but none of them say a thing.

“Well well, look who finally decided to return to her senses. Is that you djuvulia, or is the imposter still home?” Turning to the door you see the devil girl, a small bound package of a girl in her arms.

Looking her over, part of you wants to kill her, another to embrace her. You know you have no magic and don't know if there is any chance you can do anything to her, but a growing thought that sending her away isn't a new spell, simply ending an existing one, so you might not even need to do more than say a single word to send her away. But even if you can, do you want to?