She would look better bound up

Cecelia needed to be disciplined. You were the new Viscount, a lord of demons, and arguably the most successful magician in history. Her rebellion against her superior needed a punishment. All the other villagers were your subjects now and they had to see what happens when someone rebels against their lord.

“Do you know a spell that’ll let me take her mind?” you ask Eisheth.

“Nigh” replied the demon. “No spell exists that allows one to control a mind to the same degree that I control her body. I know’th of spells which affect the mind, but to lesser degrees. There are, however, more conventional ways to break a maiden that we demons are intimately familiar with.

“We must do more than simply tormenting her, we must get her to accept her lot. She must want to serve if she will be thine. O Creator, let us go to the cellar at the bottom of the manor. There we shall begin.”

The demon mutters a spell and all of the colour in the room fades away. You, Eisheth, and the paralyzed Cecelia stand in absolute nothingness, a plane of darkness stretched without end. The demon raises her hand towards Cecelia. The daughter of the former Viscount pulls herself up and extends her arms. Her body looks inhumanly still, as if she were a statue. Her face is vacant except for her eyes gleaming right at you.

Eisheth closes her hand and the darkness fades. Replacing darkness are the various cupboards, wine ranks and stone walls of the Manor's cellar. Cecelia had appeared right before a saltire device, it looks like a giant Χ with leather straps at each end.

Having no control of her body, Cecelia leans back onto the saltire and its straps autonomously wrap themselves around her limps. The woman is utterly immobile, even without the demon’s puppet mastery, Cecelia would still be powerless.

Eisheth snaps her fingers and the spell ends. Cecelia tries to wrestle out of her entrapment but the straps hold firm. Once, and only once she is finished struggling, does Cecelia look at you.

“I take it you win then” she says. “Strip me naked then and have your prize. I know your monstrous companion dying to watch.”

You turn to your demon, who is licking her lips at the sight of bound Cecelia. “Well, demon, let us begin”