Demon attacks are rare.
Of course, a single traveler or a small group of them is so fantastically unsafe from such that no one in their right mind would do that in the first place, but large caravans are usually perfectly safe.
That is much more manageable. Although she kind of misses the spikes now. Still, the implication that they value her cooperation is heartening, survival-wise.
The demon fucking her ass comes and is replaced. The demon fucking her mouth comes and is replaced. The demon who solicited a handjob comes, streaking her forearm with seed. The new demon fucking her mouth comes too, and instead of being replaced immediately one of them gives her a piece of bread with some kind of oil smeared on it to eat (they do not give her the opportunity to clean her seed-streaked hand first).
That thing is the hottest and most terrifying thing out of a lot of very hot and very terrifying things.
And she still can't breathe - choking on demon cock makes everything better - she loves the way they rape her...
- fuck.
She can't scream, she can't breathe - she is utterly helpless, surviving second by second only at their whim, and they can fuck her any way they want, break her any way they want, and then put her back together and do it all over again, there is nothing she can do to stop it -
She comes. This one goes on for a while.
She is starting to lose awareness of details. The world is just a blur of pain and violence and pleasure and violation. Coloured lights swim in front of her eyes, drowning out her vision.
She should do something - look around the room, try to figure out if there's some way to escape - but she's so exhausted that she just collapses on the table and falls asleep near-instantly.