"You're late," Madam Satan said coolly as she opened the door to her tea room, "I believe I told you to be here at three and it's three thirty."

Sabrina tentatively stepped inside, "I lost track of time after I found the indoor garden, Mistress. I'm sorry."

"You will be," Madam Satan promised and Sabrina inhaled sharply, feeling her face flush. Her mind jumped to all sorts of lurid ideas, fueled by her increasingly erotic dreams.

Madam Satan was watching closely. She stepped closer, eyes bright, and grasped Sabrina's jaw. Sabrina gasped as she pressed back into the wall, trapped between the stoneface and her mistress. Her heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest, it was beating so hard and fast.

"Oh," Madam Satan cooed, leaning close, "It's intoxicating, the way you tremble and whimper, I could eat you right up."

"What are you going to do to me?" Sabrina said.

"I've had so long to think up tortures techniques, the punishments are endless for naughty girls like you," her voice was a low drawl that shot straight to Sabrina's core. She could feel the heat pool in her stomach as her underwear grew damp. The softest whimper escaped her lips, which only made Madam Satan's smile widen.

"Do you like it when dominate you?" She asked.

"No!" Sabrina lied, but her voice betrayed her, wavering.

"Liar," said Madam Satan, "I can smell your arousal on you, pet. If I reached down your underthings I'm sure I'd find you wet for me and me alone, hm? Would you like that?"

"P-please," Sabrina's words came out in a rasp, "Don't."

"Anytime you wish you can say the word and be mine, say the word and i can make you feel things so wonderful that you've never even dreamed of," she was so close, Sabrina's eyes were shut but she could feel Madam Satan's breath on her lips. After a long moment, Madam Satan releases her, stepping back.

"Face the corner and kneel, arms behind your back. You can stay there until I say your punishment is over. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress," was the breathless reply.

…

With a groan of frustration, Sabrina slumped back onto her mattress, unsatisfied. Madam Satan hadn't lied about the collar, no matter what Sabrina did, she couldn't climax. It was frustrating like an inch she couldn't scratch that grew more and more irritating with each day.

More and more her fantasies were filled with Madam Satan, her mistress, her keeper. It wasn't just Sabrina's dreams either, her every thought was of her, the way Madam Satan looked at her, the way she touched her. Sabrina gripped the sheets. She craved her touch.

Her fingertips ghosted along the curve of her own hip as Sabrina's eyes drifted shut with sleepiness. Hands stilling, she fell asleep.

…

Sabrina dreamed. She dreamed often and vividly but this time it was different. This time she dreamed she was wandering deeper and deeper through the dungeon, following the stones downward slant and the light of her flickering candle. It was a winding path, a dank and chilled one, but something pulled her. Eventually, her trek stopped at an old oak door that was slightly ajar.

She saw her as soon as she stepped inside. It was a woman, her tattered white dress was stained with blood, draped over the tomb-like stone slab the woman was laying on. The woman's dark hair was fanned out around her, her eyes closed and skin pale as if in death.

Sabrina's footfalls echoed as she cautiously approached. She reached out, gently touching the sleeping woman's hand.

"Mistress?" she whispered. The woman looked just like Madam Satan, but that was impossible, it couldn't be her- could it?

"Lilith!" a voice boomed and Sabrina whirled around to find herself standing in the throne room that had become all too familiar to her dreamscape.

Madam Satan was kneeling at her feet, but as far as Sabrina could tell, neither she nor the imposing voice could see her.

"My lord, I beg forgiveness," murmured Madam Satan, palms to the floor, head bowed. Sabrina wanted to help her, to pull her to her feet. She couldn't bare to see her like this, groveling on the cold stone floor.

She turned to locate the voice. Fire licked up from the floor and there stood The Dark Lord. He was horrifying, grotestic from his cloven hooves to his dirty fur and sharpened horns. Sabrina wanted to run, to hid behind her keeper and mistress but instead she stood tall in a fruitless effort to protect Madam Satan.

"Your pleas are not enough!" boomed The Dark Lord, "You think me here to grant you mercy? Your sentence still remains, and here you will stay, bound to this castle, until I decide you're fit to rejoin my service."

"Of c-course," Madam Satan said in a voice so small it pained Sabrina to hear, "Your will is mine."

The Dark Lord stalked around the room, around both Madam Satan and Sabrina until he stood behind them. Then, he lifted one giant claw and swiped at Madam Satans back, tearing her clothes and drawing blood. She screamed, crying out in pain and Sabrina fell to her side. But there was nothing she could do, it was only a dream and she couldn't touch her mistress or off any aid.

"Don't hurt her!" Sabrina yelled. Madam Satan looked up, straight at Sabrina for a split second before lowering her head.

"And do not forget it!" bellowed The Dark Lord as Madam Satan cowered in pain on the floor.

"I will not my lord," she whispered.

Sabrina boiled with rage, watching as The Dark Lord circled again to stand in front. She stood again.

"I have hear that you have taken in a young witch," continued The Dark Lord, "One who's High Priest deemed in need of correcting?"

"Yes my lord," Madam Satan said, growing still. Sabrina looked down at her. She had seemed to change when Satan mentioned Sabrina, but Sabrina didn't understand what it meant.

"Good, continue to mold the new generation to my will and perhaps your punishment will be over sooner than you think."

"Yes my lord, thank you my lord," Madam Satan said.

"That is all, Lilith."

…

Sabrina ran from her cell, taking the stairs two at a time and not slowing until she reached Madam Satan's chamber door. The dream had been so real, felt so vivid, more so than her other dreams, that she had to see her.

"Mistress!" Sabrina cries bursting through the door.

Madam Satan looked up in surprise. She was sitting at her vanity, robe slipping off her shoulders to reveal a long claw like scratch on her back. The dream was real.

"Sabrina!" She pulled her her robe up and moved swiftly to her feet, knocking over her bench.

"I- I'm sorry, I just- your back," Sabrina stammered, but still her pushed forward, "Your back, what happened?"

"It was-" Madam Satan blink at her, "It was just an accident, don't worry your pretty little head about me my dear."

"But Lil- Mistress," Sabrina stepped closer. In only her robe and without shoes, Madam Satan seemed smaller, closer to Sabrina's size than the towering force she usually presented herself as. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Sabrina-"

"Please?" She was so close now that Sabrina could feel the warmth off Madam Satan's skin. Her face was flush, and her blue eyes seemed duller than normal.

Reaching out, Sabrina's fingertip gently brushed Madam Satan's- Lilith's wrist. Madam Satan inhaled sharply and pulled away.

"Yes, of course," turning right her bench and sit back down, Madam Satan gestured to a small pot on the table, "That's a healing balm, if you could rub that on my back, I would greatly appreciate it."

Avoiding Sabrina's gaze in the mirror, Madam Satan slowly lowered her robe. She was wearing a silk camisole, but nonetheless it was the most bare skin Sabrina had seen barred from the other woman.

For the first time since arriving at the castle, Sabrina felt powerful, equal. Despite her lack of magic, she was in control.

Reaching past Madam Satan, Sabrina dipped a hand into the pot. The healing balm had a honey-like texture, coaling her hand. As carefully as she could, Sabrina spread the balm across the scratches on her back. Madam Satan's skin was warm and she closed her eyes as Sabrina touched her. She exhaled sharply in pain.

"I'm sorry," Sabrina said.

"You have nothing to apologize for kitten," was the quiet reply.

"I know, but I'm sorry you're hurt," she said as she continued to spread the balm across Madam Satan's back. The cuts weren't deep, but they looked sore and painful. Soon, she's finished coating her back in the sticky balm and Sabrina wiped her fingers in the hem of her night gown.

Madam Satan pulled her robe up, tying it around her waist and turned to look at Sabrina. She took Sabrina's hand on hers and kissed her palm, then her fingertips, then her knuckles.

It was different. Before, when Madam Satan would kiss her like this, it felt possessive, controlling. These kisses however were thankful, and Sabrina was stuck by the way Madam Satan wouldn't even meet her gaze. Finally, Madam Satan presses Sabrina's palm to her cheek and looked up at her.

"Why did you come?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't burst in again," Sabrina said. She didn't want to admit to her dream- her vision.

"Don't worry about that, love, you're welcome here anytime," Madam Satan said, nuzzling Sabrina's hand and letting the subject drop, "Why don't you go get dressed and fetch your latin book, hm? We can have your lessons here."

…

Dressed, with book in hand, Sabrina turned down the dark corridor in the opposite direction from the stairs that would lead her back up to the castle. Moving quickly, she retraced the path she'd taken in her dreams. Down, down, down the dark, dark, dark hall until finally she reached the tell wood door.

Stepping inside, she dropped her books. The dream was a reality. The woman who looked just like Madam Satan lay on the stone slab, but unlike the dream, blood from her back dripped to the floor.