...and things get worse before they get better.

<from the observation notes of the Professor, heavily edited for brevity>

15 minutes. The subject still denies the obviously **** sexual pleasure she is receiving, and attempts to appear in control. It is extremely unconvincing... The Daemon has found her clitoris and is investigating her responses to its stimulation, causing the subject to emit frequent light gasps...

30 minutes. It seems that one of the hands became too interested in the subject's anus, which caused her to thrash about in a useless escape attempt. This apparently angered the Daemon... Subject is now pinned on her back, legs held open, hands (and the orb) held over her head while one of the hands fingers her aggressively... Her back is arching, her breasts are heaving, and now her hips are slightly moving in rhythm with the thrusting fingers - yet she still resists making much noise. Impressive, if fruitless... [there is a very unprofessional doodle of the position in question]

45 minutes. During an opportune time, I asked the subject for another status report. She said something about the Daemon's touch causing a mild bodily reaction. It was difficult to understand, partly because she seemed to have trouble forming the words, and partly because of the huge shuddering orgasm she experienced halfway through the sentence. Clenched her teeth through it, though. Really very impressive...

60 minutes. Subject is now held down on her hands and knees, still safely holding the orb. The Daemon seems to have taken a sudden powerful interest in her backside, especially what happens when it is struck with ****. Understandable... This has provoked the most reaction from the subject yet. Additionally, it has provoked quite a reaction from this humble researcher. Uncertain whether this is a side effect of the Daemon's power or not, but I have found myself unable to stop masturbating as of 10 minutes ago, and my vagina is almost as well-lubricated as that of the subject. Anyway, more importantly, I asked her for a status report - not certain she can even hear me at the moment. She is now allowing herself the occasional moan, and seems to have lost control of her tongue... Wow... [what follows is a huge, detailed, very graphic sketch of Cal's spanking]

75 minutes, I think. Fuck, she's so sexy. I don't know if she thinks it will get this over with faster or she's just given up, but she's starting to act like a whore. Now she's on her knees, hands and orb on the floor in front of her, bouncing that perfect tight arse on an invisible finger and moaning like a bitch in heat as the others spank her... Fuck, she looked right into my eyes as she was grinding on it and I came so hard... I would give anything to get inside that pentagram and taste her. [the Professor seems to have drawn a personal fantasy of her facefucking Cal with a large strapon]

Who fucking cares. I wish this would last forever. They've thrown her back on the floor, this time with her legs held up in the air. Gods, they're spreading her pussy so wide... it looks delicious. She's very close to the border... fuck it, I can't resist that soaking wet cunt. I can already taste it...