Chapter 2

At home that night I tried to research demons online, but that was futile. Any legitimate info - if it even existed - was inseparable from fiction.

The next day I visited Alison again, with my laptop in my backpack. I had tried to buy some dirty magazines for Alison at the gas station, but the clerk wouldn’t sell them to me. The stuff in a sex magazine wouldn’t be as good as my personal porn collection, but I figured Alison would appreciate being able to keep something when I left.

“You came back!” Alison said, with a heart-melting smile.

“You are definitely the most interesting thing to happen to me this summer,” I replied.

I wheeled an office chair out from a nearby room and sat in it.

“So how does this circle work? What happens if you try to cross it?” I asked.

“I just can’t. It’s like a wall, but only for me. It’s a bit springy, but it’s solid enough.” By way of demonstration, Alison reached out with her hand and leaned against the invisible barrier. The angle of her body was sharp enough that she clearly would have fallen if there hadn’t been some force pressing back on her.

“Now check this out!” She said. She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them, and then began waving them like a flag. With one hand again leaning against the barrier, she swung the panties around like a magic trick to show that they were unaffected. Then, out of nowhere, she threw them in my face and giggled.

I caught them reflexively. I guess I must have smelled them, subconsciously, because blood started flowing to my groin before I had time to think sexy thoughts about them. After looking at them for a moment I threw them back to her.

“It’s okay, you know,” Alison said as she put her panties back on. “To be attracted to me? There’s no shame in it.” I was flustered - scared at the notion that she somehow knew about the thoughts and feelings I was having about her. If she only knew all of the perverted things I wanted to do to her she would ... well, I don’t know what she would do. But any human woman would run away screaming. I was also worried that she might somehow use that information to trick me, and suck out my soul - or whatever demons actually do.

I changed the subject, sort of. “So this wizard guy kept you locked up here, and popped in every once in a while to fuck you? Is that the story?”

She answered in a friendly conversational tone that seemed surprising given the subject matter. “Well, no. Master Torrance never fucked me himself. He would bring a different group of men once every couple of days and they would take turns with me. I assume he was charging them money for it.”

“So they routinely gang-raped you?” I said, aghast.

“Oh god no!” Alison explained. “I mean, I was being held prisoner against my will. But the sex part? I was always eager for that. I probably wanted it more than they did.”

“Oh,” I said. I was irrationally disappointed. For some reason, hearing that she had eagerly engaged in countless acts of indiscriminate sex with strangers conflicted with the sweet and innocent persona that I saw whenever I looked at her.

I set up my laptop on a crate just outside of the circle, angling the screen so that we could both watch it from the edge of the circle - her inside and me outside. As an afterthought, I offered her a chair and she responded with the glee of a child on Christmas morning. After I pushed the chair into the circle she twirled on it, laughing, arms and legs spread wide. I couldn’t resist looking up her skirt.

After I pulled up a second chair, we started viewing my porn collection. We started with still pictures of naked women. Most of those pictures were beautiful, but not lewd, and Alison’s comments reflected that. “Oh, she’s so pretty!” and “I love that haircut on her.” and “What do you like most about this one?” Alison and I both touched ourselves lightly through our clothes.