—and then there is a human not from this world here. She is sleeping at first, wrapped up in a coarse blanket, but she and her blanket appear on the very edge of the road; after a precarious few seconds, the whole bundle slides into the ditch, and she awakens with a splash and a startled yelp.

There are some winged figures in the sky, in the distance. Just birds? Maybe.

...they don't move like birds.

She stares warily up at them for a moment, with ditchwater soaking through her blanket and sleeping pants. But - the air tastes like rain and the ground doesn't swim in the edges of her vision; she's not in the nightmare realm. Which means that wherever she is, she'd better be very sure of what she's doing before she unlocks her mara to draw on its power. She climbs out of the ditch unaided, dragging the sodden blanket behind her.

They get closer.

They are definitely not birds.

Five humanoid figures with bat wings fly closer, then seem to notice her and course-correct so that now they're flying toward her.

...ah, fuck.

There can't be five loose mara in the sky, can there? She reaches out tentatively with her dream-sense, and feels no boiling shadows. So they're at least approximately human. But to her knowledge there aren't any humans with bat wings. So something very strange is going on.

They land.

They don't look human. Their skin and hair is odd colors and they have wings and horns and claws and range from seven feet tall to eight and a half.

The one closes to her says something jeering in a language she doesn't understand.

"...You can't be serious," she says, more exasperated than afraid. She tries gesturing to her eyes, in case that reference crosses the language barrier. "I have a mara. Don't be idiots."

One of them grabs her by the hair and tips her head back to peer into her eyes. When he sees nothing unusual about them he slings her over his shoulder.

She is very tempted to unlock her mara and show the sparks, but - they haven't directly threatened her life yet. If all they're going to do is haul her off and rape her, that's not worth unlocking her mara under stress in an unfamiliar situation. Taking risks like that is how you end up possessed.

Still - "You're lucky I'm so responsible," she says, irritated, to the one carrying her.

They take off again.

It's uncomfortable. But she holds on tight, because if she dies her mara gets loose anyway. Arguably better that way because it won't have her mind and power to draw on; arguably worse because as long as she's possessed there's a chance she'll recapture it, whereas these people don't seem to have heard of the concept and will have no idea what to do with it if it escapes her in death.

They fly to some kind of portal thing several miles away. Beyond the portal is a dark hallway of solid grey stone.

...and neither of these places is the nightmare realm, and now she really doesn't have any idea what's going on.

The hallway opens out into a round room with several doors embedded in the curved walls. The creature carrying her opens one of the doors, revealing a room with a solid stone slab as the only furniture.

...uh-huh. She's not going to like this, is she.

"I know you don't understand me, but I'd just like to point out that if you kill me you're really going to end up regretting it."

He slings her onto the slab in a nonlethal fashion and tears her clothes off.

All right, now she's afraid.

She could kill him. Easily. But she'd have to unlock her mara to do it, and she's not confident enough in her ability to keep the mara suppressed afterward.

He pulls off his pants, strokes his cock to full--and alarmingly large--hardness, and then yanks her knees apart and sinks fully into her.

It hurts—

—she could kill him—

—she won't.

Another one of the strange not-mara not-humans comes in and yanks her head closer to the edge of the slab by her hair and shoves his cock in her mouth.

Tears run down her face as she fights for air.

If she was thinking in the long term she might try to deter them from doing this sort of thing in case they go too far and she chokes to death and they are all engulfed by her mara. If she was thinking more carefully than that she might decide to endure it because if she hurts them they could kill her in ignorant retaliation. But in fact neither of those considerations enters her head, and she is acting on pure impulse when she bites him. Very very hard.

He shrieks and yanks away hard enough to fall over onto the hard stone. Another demon makes a noise that's half sympathy, half laughing at him, helps him up, and then touches the corner of her jaw and sticks his cock in her mouth. If she tries to bite this time she will discover that it mysteriously does not succeed.

Fuck, what are they?

No answer to that question seems to be forthcoming.

She chokes and cries and doesn't fight back again.

When both of her rapists have finished with her another one sits on the edge of the slab, drags her into his lap and sinks his cock into her ass.

She sobs raggedly.