Kristanna jumped to consciousness with a gasp. Her sleep had been anything but calm. Tortured souls, flashbacks of a thousand stories, lives from centuries ago flooding her mind. Hellish landscapes, unbound pain turning into endless pleasure. Tortured souls undergoing years of madness, only to become the torturers themselves, tormenting new souls as they arrived. Other souls seemed to simply relive their worst nightmares until they were broken.
A confusing mix of feelings bombarded Kristanna's mind. As she breathed heavily, the demoness was glad that she couldn't recall most of the details from her twisted dreams. Yet, the remnants of all the extreme scenes lingered in her mind, echoing in her subconscious.
She looked around to see wooden walls, rakes, shovels, and haystacks. Was this a barn? The bed creaked underneath her as she sat up. At least the sheets were clean, whoever brought her here seemed to care enough for that. Considering her early childhood, Kristanna knew how bad neglect could get.
The demoness could see the sunlight breaking through the small gaps between each wooden plank that made up walls. The darker tone and the angle of the light suggested a sunrise or sunset. The birds were chirping, very agitated on the trees outside. Kristanna could smell the clean air from the countryside, "How did I end up at a farm?"
Taking a moment to examine herself, Kristanna saw her breasts were covered by a big flannel shirt, it had likely belonged to a big man if it could fit her tits. It wrapped rather tightly around her huge breasts but was otherwise loose and unfitting. She pulled the sheets off of her legs, her lower body was fully naked, allowing her to confirm her cock and balls had reverted to their regular size, but not small by any means. However, there were no signs of the Sigil of Lilith on her ballsack now.
Kristanna felt her entire body sore, muscles recovering from exhaustion. Her head was spinning with a pulsating pain worse than any hangover. And yet she couldn't shake away the constant state of alert from her nightmares, occasionally having small flashbacks of hellish tentacles as it violated an endless number of unknown faces. She tried to push those thoughts away, but the effort was taking her entire focus. Gritting her teeth with a grunt the demoness shook her head as if physically trying to shout it all out.
A sudden feeling of urgency hit Kristanna as she remembered where she had been and what had happened before waking up at this barn. She lifted the shirt and checked her shredded abdomen confirming the stab wound wasn't there anymore, "At least that problem is solved," she thought out loud with a sigh of relief.
The memories from the tentacle creature in the basement were there but somehow they didn't feel real, more like a horrible nightmare. Orgoroth, the Pit Lord, had pushed Kristanna's body to uncharted waters. Slowly it all came back to her. The extreme sensations, feeling completely powerless and restrained. It all sent a shiver up her spine, she barely knew how she had lived through that.
The last thing she remembered was collapsing in a pool of her cum in the basement. Her fist clenched in anger as she recalled who had put her in that position in the first place. Samantha had trapped her and then Helen had left her to die with that creature.
Her thoughts were interrupted as steps approached from the distance. Kristanna stood up ready to fight. The bed sat at an elevated wooden deck at the barn, closer to the roof. The steps came from the ground floor, whoever was approaching was now walking up the wooden stairs towards her.
At last, Helen came into view, but before the witch could even say anything she felt an invisible force wrap around her neck, arms, and legs. Helen was lifted in the air, restrained by the powerful telekinetic grip from the demoness. She hovered in place, choking helplessly and trying her best to reason her way out.
"P-please, c-calm down! I'm not your enemy!" Helen struggled to speak with partially closed airways. The demoness spat out in anger, "Are you sure? You and your fucking sister showed me your "friendship" by leaving me to die in a basement with a fucking pit lord!"
"But I-I came back for you! I fought my sister! I dragged you to safety! P=please, don't kill me!"
Helen almost cried, begging for her life. She wasn't fighting back or resisting, guilt washed over her expression. Hearing the girl about to cry suddenly hit Kristanna. She realized her aggressiveness, the anger building up inside wasn't all hers. Those nightmares and the stress were taking the best out of her.
That thought was reinforced as she looked to the side and saw her reflection in a standing mirror. A black amazon demoness with molten horns and eyes, the swaying spaded tail swinging behind her and the colossal set of cock and balls hanging from her crotch. The helpless redhead was hovering in front of her. Kristanna had never seen herself like this, never this angry.
Kristanna let go of her grip on Helen, the redhead witch fell on her knees, recovering her breath. Staring down at her, the demoness used all of her willpower to try and calm down. Kristanna took deep breaths, focused on the noise of the birds outside, pushing away the visions from the tortured souls. But she needed to focus on something else or they would eventually come back. "Why did you leave me to die and then came back to help me?" She asked the witch.
Helen coughed a couple more times, finally regaining enough air to speak, "Because... I realized I made a terrible mistake by leaving you there. I think we have a lot in common. Since that night at the park, when you discovered your abilities and we trained together. I saw who you are, your excitement, your drive. I know you're not evil!"
