A falling sensation overtook Tamonten as she drifted off into sleep. The only interruption to the seemingly endless fall was a blunt pain as she struck the ground. Tamonten groaned and shifted to try to take some of the weight off of the throbbing area. The possessed girl moved a hand to her head to try to comfort a splitting pain in her skull.
After several fruitless seconds of trying to get the pain to go away, she dared to open her eyes. The possessed girl moved her tan hand to the side in order to try to bring herself upright. She couldn't overcome the fatigue and dull aching enough to bring herself into a sitting position, let alone upright. When she had given up on getting herself up the girl noticed something very peculiar, the sky had no detail. It was blue but it wasn't sky. There were no clouds, there was no sun, it was just blue. It was almost as though she was viewing the sky through the perception of a third party generally disinterested in sky. Her tan hand moved back to her forehead as the splitting pain got worse. Wait a second, her tan hand?
Tamonten managed to bolt into a sitting position at the realization that her hands were no longer pale and black. She examined both of her hands and discovered that they were exactly as they had been before the possession. A tan from years spent in the field helping her parents. She also quickly noticed that the manacles were gone and that she was wearing loose, comfortable white clothing, the same outfit she had worn when training with her father. The apparently normal girl looked around to survey her surroundings at her revelation. The sights struck her with a force similar to a hand-cannon, she was on her family farm. Her eyes narrowed, it was definitely her family's farm but something was wrong. There were no signs of activity on the fields, no signs of a recent harvest, no growth, the land hadn't even been tilled. The now-tan girl forced herself to her feet through the dull ache and went running in the direction of her family's home.
The run to the farmhouse took only seconds. The timing seemed off, the fields were larger than that. She remembered it taking minutes to go from one end of the field to the other in her youth. Bursting in through the door she shouted, "Father! Mother! I'm home!" There was no response. Tamonten looked through the room she had burst into, there were things missing. In fact, everything was missing. There was no furniture, no windows, no doorways, and even the fireplace was missing. Plain walls replaced them all. The only thing in the room that was as Tamonten remembered it was the display that two of her father's swords hung on and the staircase. The swords were her father's favored weapons, the girl recalled. The lithe girl took the swords from the wall above where the fireplace should have been, taking some guilty pleasure in picking up the only two weapons her father kept that he had declared as off limits to her. This was an emergency though, the girl knew that something was very wrong.
With her father's prized swords in hand, Tamonten carefully made her way up the stairs in the corner of the room. The old wooden steps creaked as she made her way up but nothing came to meet her at hearing the noises. When the swordswoman reached the top of the stairs she noticed a glowing coming from one of the doors. Specifically, the light came from the door into her former bedroom. Tamonten crept towards the door, which seemed to be slightly open, slowly and carefully. After what seemed like an eternity of shifting towards the passage, she had come within arm's reach of it. By the time the girl had made it to her target any ache she had been feeling had dissipated, replaced by adrenaline pumping through her veins. The girl nudged open the door with her foot... only to find a spotlight in the middle of a dark room.
Tamonten moved to sneak further into the room, avoiding the spotlight, but as soon as she was within the door it slammed shut. She quickly spun to try to open it but the door began to do something very strange. Specifically, the door began to go up in steam, scalding the shoulder she attempted to ram it open with. She ignored the urge to nurse her shoulder as it would entail dropping one of her father's blades. After the door had literally vanished into steam, replaced by nothingness, not even a passage to the outside of the room, the wall dissipated, leaving nothing but darkness and the spotlight. Then, the spotlight moved to her. "Dear child," a familiar voice boomed from the shadows, "With all the dallying about you did outside, I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show up." Tamonten cringed at the sound of that voice. She knew it well, it was her 'imaginary friend.'
When she was younger it had always sounded patient, she remembered that much. Since she had learned the truth about the monster it had taken on a much larger range. It was impossible for Tamonten to remember everything about it, though, and she was fairly certain that it was by the demon's meddling that she couldn't. It didn't require a memory for Tamonten to feel as though the thing sounded like the type con-man one might find in a back alley running cup games, though. "What's the matter, dear child? Aren't you pleased to see me?" The tan girl snarled at this from her position in the spotlight. "You know that I can't see you or I'd have already bled you, demon," she responded with more than a small hint of fury in her voice. "Now, now, dear child. That's no way to treat an old friend. Though I do suppose it has been awfully rude of me to keep you in the dark." Immediately, Tamonten regretted her response.
The spotlight vanished as the ceiling began to dissipate much as the door had, letting in a view of a red sky. It was much more detailed than the blue sky had been, complete with worrying looking clouds and a ball of light in the sky that looked much too unnatural to be the sun. The sky lit up the room she was standing in. A plush red carpet with golden tinge lead all the way from where she currently stood to the dais. Marble columns with lewd statues lined the path on both sides of the carpet. On second inspection, however, the lewd statues weren't statues at all, they were people. Forced into lewd positions by chains, rope, stocks, and all other pieces of bondage equipment, the helpless people were actively being molested by marble-colored tentacles that seemed to come from the columns themselves, most of them seemed to be taking enjoyment in it. Tamonten felt hope rise in her chest when she realized that her parents weren't among the people. The parts of the floor that weren't covered by carpet revealed tiles, similarly arrayed with pictures of sex, some of which were in positions that Tamonten couldn't even begin to fathom. At the other end of the room, hundreds of feet away from the girl, on the dais was a massive black throne, upon that throne was a figure, impossible to make out at the distance.
"Do you like what I've done with the place, dear child?" Tamonten squinted, trying to find some definition in the figure on the dais, although she was sure that it was the demon. "How tacky," she responded with just as much bile as before. "Without a body of my own I am but a simple voyeur, dear child, a hobby we have in common. When you are a prude, I have nothing to watch, so I amuse myself thusly." The figure on the throne shifted a little, it appeared to be lazily laying across the armrests. "Though I must admit that your recent escapades have been amusing. I think I would have chosen the spiders. That was quite the show you put on with the fey, though, you're a natural, dear child." The girl's face began to burn bright red in frustration and embarrassment at it's comments. "Stop calling me dear child!" She retorted in frustration. Suddenly, the figure on the throne was gone and Tamonten felt a hand on her ass "Or what, dear child?" The voice came from behind her. Instinctively, the swordswoman spun and swung with her right sword but the demon was out of the way before it could even come close to connecting.
It was then that Tamonten got her first look at the demon. Except, it wasn't some demon she was looking at. It was herself she was looking at, the demon had taken the shape of her body. There were differences, creative ones and several of them, but at the core of things it was definitely her body. It's skin was fully pitch-black, the creature had wings and a tail. It also had ample breasts and a round ass. It shared her lithe form, though, and the milky white hair that she had outside of the dream. There were other differences besides physical appearance too, though, the swordswoman noticed as it began to circle her. It's walk was a sensual, swaying gait. Every movement it made seemed to be maximized for the purposes of seduction. "Do you like what I've done with the place?" It motioned to itself, echoing it's earlier question in Tamonten's voice. Well, if her voice was a purr so sultry that it could make the girl it had originally belonged to nearly feel weak in the knees when used in combination with everything else. "I see you appreciate the amount of practice I've put into using your voice, my dear girl." It began to step towards Tamonten, who found that she didn't want to strike at it. "I felt I should practice for the day this body is mine," it said as it moved to grasp at one of the tan girl's breasts.
Tamonten was still coherent enough to take another swing at the demon before it could touch her chest, though it was out of the way before the sword connected and in the same movement dashed behind her to grope at her ass again. She let out a sound that was a mixture of frustration and pleasure at the groping. Tamonten's will was beginning to betray her and she was slow in turning to swing at the demon. This time, rather than dodging, the demon merely ducked and used Tamonten's momentum to toss her over it's back. The swordswoman was left prone and dazed looking up at the ceiling, with her swords having been sent clattering to the ground as she was thrown. The demon moved to her side and spoke once again.
"Listen well, dear child, I have precious little time left before you will be out of my grasp for a while." There was a strange desperation apparent in it's otherwise seductive voice, Tamonten noticed. Perhaps it had slipped up. "I certainly do not have time for games. There is no need for us to be at odds. I have seen your heart's desires. I know that you want strength, to be the best with your sword. It is foolish for you to believe that you can fight off my influence with willpower alone. Your circumstances can benefit both of us. Make a deal with me, take my strength and use it to fulfill your true desire." It was true, the girl realized. What she wanted more than anything was to be a true weaponmaster, to achieve true understanding of as many styles and weapon types as she could. Being free of her possession was important to her in the same way food and water were, it seemed to be a necessity for her to continue living. Being a weaponmaster was something more than a necessity of life, it was an ambition, a life goal. Tamonten hesitated in responding and the demon grinned.
"Perhaps along the way you'll even be able to find a new body for me, or a new host. You can be free." It tried to push the subject forward to the girl once more, feeling that it was getting somewhere. The offer turned out to be a mistake, though. Tamonten literally spit at the demon's foot. "I would rather die than put another through possession," The demon scoffed, "Foolish child, I will give you a taste of what you are trying to deny. When I am finished here you will secretly hope every night for the chance to return to this dream. We will see where your defiance is then." It replied with a cruel grin, all hints of patience or seduction in the demon's voice had vanished.
The demon moved to Tamonten's legs and placed a hand on her loose-fitting white pants, which seemed to dissolve under it's touch. As she turned her head in denial, the girl happened to catch sight of one of her father's swords. The sword was just barely in reach. As the demon began to cast something on her loins, Tamonten struck. She grasped and swung the sword at the monster, catching it by surprise. But, as soon as the sword bit into the demon's flesh the world seemed to shatter and explode into blackness. All that was left was the swordswoman, pale and nude once again, the only items on her were the manacles used to seal her black arm. "Hmf, very well, dear child," the voice boomed from the darkness. It was no longer using Tamonten's voice, instead returning to the patient voice of a man. "When you come to your senses and realize how futile your struggle is, I will still be here to make a deal. I have plenty of time..."
Although I don't know that what she's about to do will be rape...