"Sitri. Get her."

“Sitri. Get her.”

“Okay, this is just stupid,” Sabrina begins to say, and then a length of black silk rope shoots out from under the bed. It wraps around her ankle and pulls, hauling her leg back towards the bed’s lower left corner.

She gasps, sits upright and tries to grab the rope. She doesn’t get far, however, before another silk rope attacks from behind her. It loops around her right wrist and pulls back hard, yanking her back down onto the mattress.

She yelps and tries to yank herself free. It’s pointless. More ropes emerge.

“AAH! EEK! WHAT’S HAPPENING? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS? LET ME GO!”

“I told you he was a demon,” Meg says, shrugging, as the four ropes haul in different directions, spread-eagling Sabrina on her dorm room bed. The goth has no idea what’s just happened, or how to respond. There’s panic in her eyes as Meg approaches, fingers already flexing. “Didn’t you believe me, Sabrina? Aren’t you supposed to know about this kind of thing?”

“But… I didn’t… but… wait!”

“Yes, Sabrina?”

“I…” Sabrina looks directly at you, a sulky expression on her face. “You! Sitri?”

“Yes, Sabrina?”

“Do you know,” she says, scowling, “just how many times I’ve tried to summon you?”

“Fifty-four times in the last three years. Why?”

“Why didn’t you ever show up, man? What the hell? Now I find you’re working for my stupid roommate?”

“You did it wrong,” you say, with a shrug. “She put the effort in. You didn’t. So now you’re paying the price. Meg, what would you like to do with her?”

“Do with me? You can’t do anything with… hey! Get your hands off me! Let go!”

Meg, a naughty little smirk on her face, is pushing Sabrina’s skirt up to expose the goth girl’s pale thighs, the tops of her striped stockings and her purple-and-black skull-patterned panties. She tips Sabrina a saucy wink as the furious goth struggles against the ropes that hold her, completely immobilised and unable to prevent the revelation of her underwear to both her tomboy roommate and your curious eyes. She lowers the face to the gusset of Sabrina’s panties, and gives her pubic mound a gentle kiss.

“Ahh! You massive lesbo! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I always wanted to do this,” says Meg, kissing Sabrina’s pussy again, then taking hold of her panties and gently, inexorably, beginning to pull them down. “Don’t say you don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what? No! You… wait, listen, you don’t have to do this,” Sabrina says, hips wriggling back and forth in a **** attempt to delay the inevitable as her panties coming sliding off her hips, exposing what turns out to be the loveliest clean-shaven velvety rose-pink pussy you’ve ever seen. “I’ll give your jacket back, okay? It doesn’t even fit me! And you can have that eyeliner I got for Christmas I never use because it’s the wrong colour and it looks stupid! And I’ll leave you and Sitri alone so you can have sex or whatever! Just don’t… no! Hey, stop looking! You’re not allowed to look! Stupid demon! Stop!”

“What a cute pussy you have, Sabrina. I should have let you summon me earlier.”

“Let me go! Police! Fire department! The Vatican! Anyone! HEEEEELP! HEEEEEmmmffff!” Sabrina’s pleas for rescue are muffled by a pair of Meg’s sweaty yellow panties, balled up and shoved into her mouth. Meg applies a strip of duct tape to keep them in place and says “Wow, she does have a really cute pussy.”

“Right?”

“I’ve seen her boobs, but never her pussy. This is cool! Okay, so I’m going to need, like, a couple of small soft brushes. Like a shaving brush, you know? Or maybe paintbrushes would do.”

“Try these!”

“What are they?”

“Official infernal pussy **** brushes. You can see the Made In Hell stamp on the base.”

“Those will do wonderfully! Thank you!”

“They’re amazing things, these infernal pussy **** brushes,” you say, squatting beside Meg for a better look as she gently begins to flick the soft translucent hairs of the ebony-handled brush over Sabrina’s labia, ignoring the goth’s horrified muffled squeals. She’s already growing wet as Meg traces the outline of her mound of Venus, describing little circles that move closer and closer to her **** pink clit. “You know something neat? They’re custom-made for edging. No matter what you do with them, they’ll never make a girl cum unless that’s what you want.”

“Oh, perfect! That’s exactly what I need!”

“And you know something else neat?” You gently prise Meg’s fingers away from the brush. To her surprise, it continues its painstaking work, teasing Sabrina’s stiff clit in agonising strokes, moving all by itself as if an invisible hand was manipulating it. “They do this! So you can tie a girl up and just leave her here all day if you want to.”

“You never run out of surprises, do you, Sitri? Thank you so much. You’re the best demon ever.”

“Anything for my summoner.” You take Meg into your arms and give her a warm wet sloppy kiss, as Sabrina writhes on the bed behind her, squirming and squealing hysterically into her panty-gag. The brush is teasing her, focusing all the tension in her entire body onto the tiny burning pleasure-point of her clit as it traces round and round in its mischievous spirals. You can tell she’s already on the edge of orgasm, ready to burst. But it won’t be that easy. “Why don’t we go for a little walk?”

“And leave Sabrina behind?”

“She’ll keep.”

“MMFFFFFFFF!”