They hadn't touched her. At least not yet. Not skin on skin. They had lashed her with the awful thing. The ribbon like wounds still bled slowly from her back. She had merged her lashers back into her body so they wouldn't at least still try and cut them off. She had screamed endlessly in front of all the men. They watched her all lustfully as her voice had come out. How her body had jiggled with each whip. How her toes curled with the pain. How her voice sounded when she screamed. No doubt they would all want to recreate that same voice. They had left her front untouched, perhaps so they had something to still look at that that wasn't a disgusting mess of blood and torn off flesh. They hadn't bandaged any of it up though. Her previous wounds had just about sealed themselves but were by no means done healing. And her body burned in pain. Being hung like a ragdoll made her entire body sore. Her own blood was making it harder for her to stand as she kept slipping in it.

Now the cell wasn't being watched by anyone bar a couple of guards. The masses of men had been whipped back into work by those officers who had stronger wills than just a slathering dog. Again they hadn't mentioned anything about what they were going to do with her. Even the torture seemed pointless, there were no questions. They just made her feel pain. She almost saw the irony in it as she hung there, defenceless, blood dripping from her, nothing but a ragdoll to torture. Almost. She tried fighting back the tears as she chewed on her lip so not to release her voice again. She breathed slowly, her breath ragged. She had never imagined what it was like to be on the receiving end of it. A small splat sounded through the cell as her tear hit the puddle of blood on the floor.

She didn't notice the commander until the gate to her cell was opened with a massive slam. An older grizzled guard stood in the doorway holding a massive set of keys whilst a younger looking man walked into the cell. He stood a bit taller than the warden and much taller than Evelynn. At a small five foot, she wasn't winning and height contests. He wore the cloak of a commander and held the air of one. Guards stood up straighter, eyes didn't wander. His youngish face held one hell of a beard as he walked around Evelynn, spending a moment behind her looking at the wounds on her back. She stared at the floor as he came back around, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.

"Quite extraordinary," He said grabbing Evelynn's chin and pulling her head around as if she was some prized animal. Evelynn tried to bite at his hand but couldn't expend enough energy and so her head just flopped away. The commander laughed then slapped her hard. The ringing smack filled the room as suddenly all lustful eyes lit up once again as pain spread across her face. She couldn't hold back the tears and they trickled out down her face and dripped all over her large breasts and onto the floor. "You say this one killed the prison commander?"

"Yes. It's a demon of some sort. Apparently, sir. At least the wife says so, it had complete control over her husband, could walk through walls and change appearances at will. That's why we put it in Amarite," the warden eyed her with suspicion. Evelynn would've stuck out her tongue if she could waste the strength to do so.

"And she was the one who caught it?" The man stroked his beard, his eyes going up and down Evelynn.

"Yes sir," The warden nodded.

"Bring her to me. She deserves recognition for this," ordered the commander with a smile. Evelynn saw the look in his eyes that said recognition was the last thing he was going to give that wife. He probably wanted her as nothing more than a pet. He jerked his head to Evelynn whilst looking at the warden "What about this one?"

"Well," The warden shrugged "perfectly harmless when in Amarite like anything, we think. Have you got something you wanted to do with it?"

"Let the men have their fun with it for a while, then send it to Marvis. He should be able to break it to my will. I've been looking for a more… exotic plaything. Oh and bind its feet with Amarite too. Safety first warden," the commander smiled and patted the shoulder of the warden. The warden nodded and held open the cell gate as they made their way out.

"I'll never be yours," Evelynn hissed, her throat burbling. Her fury made her arms shake, energy coursing through them. Images of doors, keys, gates, hallways, meeting rooms, torches, torture rooms, sleeping quarters, everything flashed through her memory. She smiled a twisted smile.

"It speaks!" The commander turned around with a sickly smile on his face, clapping his hands together in almost a negotiator's stance "And I think you'll find you will be mine,"

"I'll be out of here. Then I'll rip you down from your podium, scum," She whispered, raising her head to look at him in the eye.

"It's Torval. Commander Torval. Though it'd be better if you called me master from now on," he hissed as his hand went around her neck and squeezed hard. Evelynn squawked involuntarily, coughing frantically trying to get the airway open.

"You are in the prison of the Immortal Bastion. Nothing can get out of here. Only the prison commander knew all of its secrets and he's now dead by your hand. Hope you enjoy your time with the men as much as you enjoyed your time with the commander. You'll be my plaything soon enough," He smiled a smile so wicked it was like looking into a mirror. It sent a bolt through her. She really looked like that? That twisted horrific thing. She scattered the troubling thoughts, she still knew how to get out of here. He released his grip on her throat and she gasped, inhaling massive breaths of air at a time.

"I know how to escape though…"

"Oh really, do tell me how?" The commander smiled and bent at the waist to being his face down to the same level as hers.

Evelynn remained silent but glared at him. Torval made a short bark laugh right in front of her face and turned on heel. He strode out of the door, his cloak billowing and the warden closed the gate behind him. He walked over one of the guards as Torval strode away.

"I want you to gather the men and tell them to come here for their treat. And once you have done that, don't come back here. Go to Marvis and tell him to get ready. Then you can come join in, understood?" The guard nodded and the warden sighed and nodded back "Good. Come on then,"

The warden started walking and the guard followed up behind him, the jangle of keys could be heard all the way down the hallway until finally the door creaked open, creaked shut, then closed and sealed with a boom.

Evelynn looked around. There was a way up through all of the layers by use of the tunnels which they lowered materials through. Only large enough for one person at a time but there were plenty of natural handholds and for people with natural grip, like her talons, you could easily climb out all the way to the top. Guards were changed every 6 hours and most wouldn't be able to notice her invisibility, their responsibility was to basically get someone with more intelligence than them if something happened and they couldn't solve it with brute force. If she…

Wait. How did she know all of this?

Images appeared in her mind's eye that clearly weren't hers. They were a man's. His hand even came into frame as… he was signing something. Another image flashed in. He was now by a cell, watching the torture of an individual with some certain vindication. Another. He sat at home, watching his wife read, content. Another. He signed the papers supporting General Swain. Another. Another. Another. Another. Then one that lingered. It was her. She was seriously hot. Yet it was him. His memory of her. His wife was there on her knees. The anger that he felt, it was all at her. The lust he felt, she had claimed it all. She looked into her own eyes.

Then couldn't recognise herself.

Who was she again? What did she do last week? It was… it was… another person. A… a woman. It was raining wasn't it? Was it? The days seemed to melt into one as the same picture happened again and again and again. Torture, pleasure, next victim. Torture, pleasure, next victim. Torture…Her arms shook as eons of suffering blurred into one, power building inside her as if screaming to let out. The cell door creaked open as men entered the room, their lustful eyes spearing her from all angles as they surrounded her hanging chained up body. Her entire body shook with power, her mind turning itself inside out as it searched for any fragment of herself that still existed in the mess. Her strength went out of control as it manifested, the darkness covering her entire body one moment then stripping her naked the next. The Amarite cuffs started cracking as the power strained to be released. The men around her smiled as hands started grabbing her, belts started being unbuckled. One man put his hands around her neck as suddenly the chain that she hung from was released, her entire being held in the man's hands around her neck. She spluttered as her eyes went wild, his thumbs pressing against her windpipe as she struggled the breath, her body jerking. Other men grabbed her legs, her arms, her breasts, her ass. One forced his hand inside her mouth. The other sank his hand into her pussy, trying to fist her immediately. The power in her overflowed. She shook as if possessed as her mind scrambled for some reason, some sanity. She then went slack. The power inside her disappeared and fear replaced it. It was as if her body betrayed her. She was now surrounded. Captured. Their plaything. It had all disappeared. It had-

The Amarite cuffs snapped in two.

Evelynn felt her lashers free themselves as her entire body seemed to want to shrink up, the power left her in one, big, slice.

She didn't hear it. Sound works in such a way that if it gets too loud it becomes the point where your ears don't actually register it. It's like being right next to the loudspeakers in a heavy metal concert. You don't hear the sound. You feel its resonance. Evelynn felt the cell get cleaved. She felt it cut through the bars, through the men, through the concrete and out into the open air. She stood among the men who all slowly collapsed as they were all cut completely in half at the exact same height. The concrete exploded outwards into the streets down below the prison, dust filling the room. She spat out the hand in her mouth. Her airway free, she breathed deeply.

Then collapsed.

Exhaustion filled her. Her mind blurred as memories started stringing together inside her head like an old time cellulose film that had caught fire. Through the haze she saw herself. How beautiful she was. How sexy she was. How cuffed and restrained she was. It made her want to take advantage of herself. To rape her. To hear her scream in pain and pleasure. To collar her. To tie her down. Another. The same thoughts and feelings flew through her, she wanted to have herself tied up, strangled, and dominated. Another. Again. Another. Again. Despite her exhaustion her hand moved towards her nether lips. Their horniess, their joy, their lust, their greed. It filled her. It overpowered her. Lying in a pool of blood that only got deeper, surrounded by severed bodies and limbs, Evelynn stripped herself of her darkness and plunged her hand into her pussy.

Their memories and feelings flooded her. She sank deeper into the endless body of memories and feelings that swirled around her. Her hand moved more furiously, three of her own fingers already penetrating and rotating around inside her as her thumb rubbed her clit like a banjo player. The endless sea surrounded her as pleasure and pain contorted within her. Her body jerked to and fro as her breathing became laboured.

Her fingers felt so good, so sweet the relief from this tide. Her other hand went to her breasts as she squeezed the massive orbs of flesh. The sensitive nerves inside them were on fire as she gripped and squeezed and kneaded and teased. Her finger and thumb went to the nipple and pinched, her voice crying out as she desperately spread her legs wider in some vain attempt to get her fingers deeper. Her back arched as pleasure flowed up through her body like the blood flowing through her veins. Her toes curled as she flew higher towards that orgasmic bliss. Her body sweated and jerked as she needed to push even harder, her body yearning for release. To let breath out of this swirling depths that were only dragging her down.

Pain sprang through her and she quickly withdrew her hand, panting as her eyes shot open. She looked around the room as her hands dripping with red went over her breasts. Even more guards surrounded the cell, staring directly at her. Many of them had already dropped their pants and were stroking out their cocks to this horrific display. They cared not that their comrades' bodies lay in pieces in the cell. Overcome with lust they, all of them, as if they had been infected by her, seemed to want to be a part of it. She panted even faster as fear struck her heart. All of them had the same look in their eyes as she had felt through their memories. All of them at her. Yet ever so she couldn't stop herself from plunging her fingers into herself once again, her voice mewling and moaning in-between the pants.

A guard approached her cell and managed to make it through the door before she sent her lasher out to cut his neck. She screamed in torment as his memories piled on top of the rest, the sea just getting deeper and deeper as lust sought to overpower her. She spread her legs instinctively as her orgasm arose too slowly. It was like trying to wake an elephant. One lasher guarding the door the other twirled on itself making itself conical. She trembled as her own body rebelled against her, her bouncing breasts simply getting more and more sensitive as even the slightly brush of her fingers made them itch for more. The now conical lasher snaked its way to her asshole and, without remorse, slammed straight into it.

Pain and rapture electrified through her as her own lasher twirled around inside her asshole. Her completely unused internal digestive system was stretched open as the lasher went deeper, and deeper and deeper. Evelynn watched her stomach bulge, terrified she would cut herself open and add to the blood and bodies, as the lasher went deeper, stopped, then expanded. A new sensation filled her as it felt like something was trying to force its way out of her throat. She felt filled, so full she was bloated. She dry retched as her hands went crazy on her pussy and the lasher pumped into her ass. Her hips shook back and forth on the lasher and her hand. Her back arched as white spots started appearing in her vision. Her mouth hung open as she stared into the faces of the guards. Her hand in her pussy. Her stomach practically pregnant looking. Lying in a pool of blood and bodies. Something rumbling from inside her was finally let free.

"Don't look at me!" She screamed pitifully, her voice clouded with bliss. She panted and moaned continuously as the orgasm slowly arrived for her. The guards pressed their faces against the bars as they held onto their dicks. Some had already came, but most were waiting for her. To try and mark her in their petty way of thinking. To cum together and then all over her. She closed her eyes as the river built up against the damn. Which then broke.

She didn't scream as she orgasmed. She sighed as the shivers of it went through her. As all the memories faded away. As she slowly rose to the surface and breathed for the first time in what seemed like months. Her body shivered, twitching erratically, as the mind-blowing pleasure filled her body, whiting out the thoughts in her mind. She sighed as everything was taken away for a couple of minutes, riding the high. She didn't even realise the other lasher had already left her ass. So she lay there, eyes closed, as all the memories… faded. Not completely. But they weren't as much of a bother.

When she opened her eyes, she found none of her own though. At least, none that were hers. There were plenty she could see. The girl in the rain. The commander in the chair. The captain on the boat and his poor cabin boy. The merchant's wife. Yet they all seemed… as if they were committed by someone else. All these atrocities. Where was… her? This was all she had been? She gulped as she realised. They would arrive eventually. Their memories. The memories of the ones she'd tortured. The ones she had killed. And in their final moments she would see herself again. And again. And again. She sat up and looked around. Guards still surrounded her cell. Most on the floor, completely spent. She still sat in a pile of bodies and limbs that had all been cut obscenely cleanly. Her ass and legs were wet with blood.

She had done this. She had been frightened, she told herself. It was self-defence. The guard's memories flashed through her mind again and her legs shook. Something filled her. Some horrible hatred filled her entire being and it was all directed at herself. She had never felt it before. Something blossomed inside her ugly self. Something so unbelievably human it frightened her. Where had she seen this feeling? What had they been thinking at the time? She searched her head for something, anything that would… The prison commander's wife. She looked at her with this feeling after she had raped her. No, it wasn't hatred as per say. It was disgust. Pure unfettered disgust. Evelynn gulped. She looked around at the scene again.

It was all horrible. All disgusting. Yet looking at herself. It was her. She was this ugly, disgusting, shitstain of an existence. She caused this. She was a murderer. She… she… no these were other people's memories not hers! She breathed shakily as she stood up. Her arms shook, her legs shook. She only just managed to balance herself. She covered herself in demon shade and disappeared to everyone in the room. She slowly walked, one hand on the cell bars, towards the hole blown open in the side of the prison. She looked down. About a 13 story height fall. She could… yeah she could soften the fall with her magic. She was sure of it. Absolutely sure. There was… no way this would hurt.

Exhaustion hit her like a truck and her trembling legs crumbled. She tried desperately to grab onto pieces of the broken wall but it was so weakened that it tore out of the wall. She found herself holding tightly onto the massive stone block as she sped towards the ground.

Who the fuck was she? And what were these feelings?