“Eric, we’re out of bagels could you run to the store to get some?” I yell out to my roommate but he’s nowhere within earshot. He must have left for his job before I could catch him. Damn, I guess I’ll have to go bagelless today because there is no way in Hell I am leaving this dorm room when I am in my pajamas. This is my day off and I’m going to enjoy it bagels or no bagels.
 
I sit down on the couch to binge that one anime Eric keeps recommending to me but as I rest my feet on the table my ankle hits something. I notice a book that I’d never seen before. It looks really old, with the title written in a language I don’t recognize... except for one symbol that looks like the sigil Eric draws on his thralls. Is this his spellbook?
 
There’s a lock on it but it looks like Eric forgot to close it up. I know I shouldn’t look, I should just focus back on having a good time watching Netflix... but something is compelling me to look inside. I find myself indulging this dark urge and flipping open to a random page... only to have some dark shadowy hands grab me and pull me in.
 
I find myself in a dark forest out of a Tim Burton movie, with crooked leafless trees, fields of black grass, and purple sunset on the horizon, obscured only by an ominous-looking castle. I look down and notice I’m no longer in my jammies, but instead in some ornate gothic dress outfit. I start hearing a voice in my head that sounds like narration: “The mortal found themselves in the dark forest, separated from their horse. They headed north towards the only sign of civilization, the dark castle that laid in the center of the purple sun’s gaze.”
 
Obviously, I wasn’t about to listen to some ominous voice in a book that had me trapped against my will so I decided to head in the exact opposite direction. But I couldn’t move, the black grass wrapped around my legs and held me tight. I tried to rip through it but even if I did I found that the trees would lower their branches to smack me in the face, causing me to fall over and get ensnared by the grass more. The narrator repeated themself, more sternly indicating I had no choice but to go to the castle. 
 
I sighed, got up, and dusted off my dress, trudging reluctantly towards the castle. I got there in what felt like a few steps, although the narrator implied that it took hours, and as soon as he said it my legs started hurting like hell. I knocked on the castle doors and it creaked open, my hopes of getting back to my comfy couch dwindling with every passing second.
 
I was greeted by a demon wearing a snappy suit, saying that they’d been expecting me. I wanted to say, “Thanks but no thanks, can you get me out of this stupid book?” Instead, the narrator cut me off and put words in my mouth: “I am most gracious good sir, it was a dreadful walk through the dark woods. I hope I have not missed the event!”
 
I shook my head in disbelief, realizing what was happening here and trying another attempt to make a mad dash away. I was stopped by two giant stone gargoyles and the demon butler, who dragged me inside while still acting polite and gentlemanly. I was tossed inside and the doors slammed shut behind me, the demon butler disappearing along with the door, sealing my fate.
 
I turned around and witnessed a good old-fashioned gathering of demons. The ballroom is magnificent, a massive arena with marvelous gothic architecture juxtaposed with vivid red paintings and works of art depicting scenes of demons leading chained up humans lit up by mighty burning torches. All of my wonderful friends were here, celebrating the coronation of our most beloved queen- wait shit damnit, that’s the narrator putting thoughts in my head again. I don’t know any of these people... do I? I start to lose myself as I unconsciously start socializing with a pair of succubi that I’ve apparently known for 500 years.
 
And why wouldn’t I know them? I’m my village’s foremost expert on the demonic arts. I handle human-demon relations all the time, and as a career, it has landed me such a fabulous lifestyle with such riches and many powerful friends. Life is so much simpler when you embrace your sins and become one with the demons; you don’t have to worry about physical labor or charity or midterm examsssssSHHHIIITTT GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
 
Okay, I have a massive headache from this narration drilling a whole other life into my skull. I’m kneeling on the floor holding my head but the other party guests are paying me no mind. I keep trying to tell myself this is not real, it’s just a story. I just have to repeat that, it’s just a story.
 
Suddenly the lights dim and a spotlight falls upon the stage at the other side of the room. There she is, the newest Succubus queen, Olivia. She is descending the stage in a gorgeous lavender dress, her eyes burning with a commanding gaze and her horns spiraling to a razor-sharp tip. She takes a bow and expresses gratitude to everyone for coming, the clapping drowning out my thoughts as I am caught up in her beauty.
 
“Thank you my subjects,” she announces, “I am so very grateful to have become your queen. This should be the happiest day of my life... should be. However, there is someone here who is a blasphemer. Someone attempting to fight against my will, trying to subvert my story. But they are losing and they will be punished if they attempt to resist me any further.”
 
I know she’s talking about me. I do not want to be disrespectful to her majesty but that nagging feeling of helplessness in my brain is setting off every red alarm it can, I have to get out of here! I try to turn around and leave but suddenly I’m on stage, completely naked except for a steel collar around my neck and a chain being held by Olivia herself.
 
“Naughty girl,” her majesty says, the ballroom around us turning into a dungeon with arena seating, “You should have just played along with my story. I’ll have to teach you some discipline.” I feel myself go numb, the thought of struggling not even crossing my mind. All I feel is an immense shame for ruining my mistress’s coronation. I deserve to be punished, I am a bad slave who needs to be taught how to serve. I’m not even aware of my own thoughts anymore, the narrator has completely drowned out my brain, I belong to mistress Olivia now.
 
“Please mistress,” I say dutifully, “discipline me however you see fit.” She lays me on a table, handcuffing me to each leg, and starts teasing me with silk gloves. Caressing my legs, my chest, my breasts with those wonderful smooth fingers.
 
“I can tell you really enjoy this texture, my dear,” my mistress tells me, “You mortals are so easy to read once I have you in my realm.” She pinched my nipples as she exposits, “I grew so weary of the mortal realm, time marches on and your boring humans progressed in a way where you forgot your magical roots. We demons became nothing but a fairy tale to you. So I created this realm, a fairy tale that I have total control over. I can be anything I want here... and I can make you anything I want.”
 
She moved one hand to my crotch and started teasing me mercilessly, my moans echoing throughout the arena as thousands of gazing eyes watched in mindless anticipation of their Queen. My mistress touched my forehead with her other hand and giggled, “I know you’ve been with my kind before. But your relationship with this Incubus is curious, you two treat each other as equals and he makes no effort to turn you... is that what you really want?”
 
My instinct is to answer yes but mistress shakes her head and I suddenly feel doubt. Why haven’t I let Eric enslave me? It’s so obvious that I should serve him, he is a demon and I am nothing but a lowly mortal. “No wait stop,” I suddenly cry out, “Stop this, don’t you play with my mind like this you bitch!”
 
A gag appears in my mouth and I suddenly feel unimaginable shame. The crowd is booing me and calling for me to be whipped until I bleed. Mistress- no, Olivia- I mean mistress...? She only holds her hand up to indicate the crowd should stop booing.
 
“Forgive this poor foolish mortal my subjects,” she announces, “she is merely confused about what she wants. She is just an animal lashing out, not knowing the bliss of captivity. It is my mission to show her that bliss, as I have with all of you.”
 
Wait does that mean all the people in the crowd are real too? That train of thought is dashed by my table-flipping upright, revealing a mirror right in front of me. The reflection starts to distort, I no longer see myself bound in chains at the mercy of Olivia, I instead see myself in a blood-red harem dancer outfit with Eric’s sigil glowing brightly on my forehead.
 
My reflection steps out of the mirror, gazing smugly at me as if it pities me. I suddenly become lost in its dance, it seductively moving its hips and arms in a hypnotizing manner. Mistress Olivia starts rubbing my crotch again with her wonderful silky fingers to make me sink deeper into this trance.
 
“Look at her,” my queen whispers into my ear, her words becoming my thoughts, “She is perfect. She knows true obedience, her soul is not her own. She is controlled by someone more powerful than her, and she is happier for it. She is relieved of the burden of free will, she is only content in servitude.”
 
She keeps whispering these ideas in my head. I’m not perfect, I need to be obedient like her. But if Eric isn’t willing to claim me then I deserve to be claimed by someone stronger. My mistress walks over to the reflection and touches its sigil. The sigil changes shape and goes from glowing blood red to seductive purple. The reflection kneels down at the mistress’s feet and licks her shoes to signify her devotion.
 
At that moment it becomes so obvious what I was meant to become. This is the whole reason I opened the book. I was born to be enslaved by Queen Olivia. My queen unlocks my bonds and conjures a strapon for herself. My reflection starts to orally service me while my mistress penetrates me from behind. I feel her reach so deep into me, deeper than Eric’s ever dared to go.
 
Mistress orders me to look down at my reflection, to see how blissful she is in servitude, to will myself to become her. I can feel myself getting close to orgasm from this threesome. And when I do I know I will belong to Mistress forever, just like she wants. But... wait is that what I want?
 
Why did I open the book? I didn’t actually want to read it, I just wanted to watch TV. My secret desire isn’t to be Eric’s slave, I get panic attacks about that shit. Also, when did it start getting so hot in here?
 
My reflection suddenly passes out from heat exhaustion, I almost join her as I’m sweating bullets in my Pajamas. Wait, wasn’t I naked? And why is the room on fire?
 
Olivia starts angrily shouting no over and over when suddenly the room gets ripped off the castle. A giant Eric is standing above us as big as a movie kaiju, breathing fire from his skull-like jaw. Olivia tries to conjure the steel collar to leash me back to her side but Eric simply touches the chain and it melts in her hands. “THIS IS MY STORY, YOU COWARD!” Olivia shouts with contempt, “I WRITE HOW IT GOES!”
 
“You have many subjects already Olivia,” Eric says in a booming voice as he lowers a hand for me to climb on, “You may not claim my friend.”
 
I’m lifted in Eric’s burning hand above the clouds... and then I wake up on the couch, my head resting in Eric’s lap. I look up and see his normal three-eyed, medium-horned self looking down at me with concern and grief. “I am so fucking sorry.” He apologizes, “this book was a family heirloom and I was skimming through it when I got called into work and I just... I’m sorry I know that must have been traumatic for you.”
 
“Um... actually I can barely remember a thing...” I admit to him, “I remember some bitch in purple trying to turn me to the dark side... that’s about it.”
 
“That’s probably for the best.” Eric says, “although if you start having nightmares about this I know a good paranormal therapist.”
 
He rests me back down on the couch, laying a blanket on me and handing me the remote. He has to get back to work, he just stopped over on his lunch break to drop something off. He places a plate of freshly toasted and buttered bagels on the table for me and kisses me on the forehead before running off to his job. Living with a demon isn’t easy, but when you get lucky enough to know a guy like Eric you make do.
 
I munched my bagel and watched some anime on streaming. I felt a little horny still so I fapped for a few minutes. I came but something felt like it was missing. I suddenly thought about my jammies and realized they were looking a little grungy. Maybe I should get some nicer-looking silk ones. Maybe something in purple...