Melony slowly woke up, thinking it was one of the chambermaids coming in with the bedpan and her breakfast again.  She had slipped into an extreme depression.  Chained spread eagle to the bed for 14 days now, never moving, her body at first had cramped and then slowly grew weaker as muscle mass, what little of it she had to offer before, slowly was eaten away by her own body from lack of use.  Her arms and legs were spindly now, but her tummy was still softly rounded as were her breast, more a credit to her youth than anything else.<br/><br/>Every day had been the same dull violating routine for her. Every morning a girl with blonde hair Melony had started calling Breakfast, would come in, refusing to speak, and would slip the bedpan under her for her to relieve herself in, then it was a... very thorough sponge bath.  Next was a simple meal hand fed, usually bread and honey with milk.  After that the same girl would slip between her legs and despite Melony's protest, she would do... well... the most marvelous things with her tongue until Melony was a panting writhing mass.  The girl was agonizingly gentle, it had gotten so that Melony was usually begging to be finished off long before it came, and the girl never stopped right away until Melony was again begging for her to stop.  She would wordlessly get up and gather her things and leave.  Some hours later, another girl, a brunette that she called Lunch, and the entire process would be repeated, bath and all.  This one liked to put her finger into her a little which drove her to other heights of pleasure.  She was less subtle and often finished more quickly than the other girl but still she was prone to not stopping when Melony had cum.  She would at least smile during all this, though still she never spoke.<br/><br/>Later at night, the final girl, the redhead she called Supper, would come in, and usually, this one brought her the tastier of the three meals. Sometimes there was vegetables or even a scrap of meat or cheese.  This one was... much more enthusiastic.  She was still gentle, and still worked slow as Breakfast, but she loved to rub her finger around in tight circles on Melony's puckered rosebud.  She even managed to penetrate her more and more as the nights went on.  She occasionally giggled but like the others, she was otherwise completely silent while tending to Melony.<br/><br/>Now she woke up to see that tormentor in the flesh returned to life before her.  She had almost thought it was a dream before and had done a neat job of convincing herself she had imagined parts of what she could not deny happened.  And yet, upon seeing the demoness again, hearing her voice, she realized everything about her nightmare had been true.  She was wide awake now, more conscious than she had been in 14 days as her adrenaline pumped through her pathetically weakened system.  She wanted to get away, but she knew there was not change at all of that, so she simply cringed and listened.<br/><br/>"You... you want me to drink that?  W-what is it?"  She blushed deeply seeing the succubus practically drooling at the thought of shoving that massive breast into her face.  She seemed so eager, and the idea of what would happen to her body if anything she said was true... she shivered.  She didn't want her body changed, nor did she like the idea of whatever was in that bowl being in her belly if it could cause such things.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>