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.

Another demon steps up between her legs and starts raping her cunt.

This one appears to have spikes on his cock.

It's the worst thing she's ever experienced outside a nightmare, and this is her own very real body they're doing it to -

- but she is not going to risk loosing her mara on them, she's not, no matter what they do to her as long as she is not actually genuinely about to die.

Another demon climbs up onto the slab and kneels so his cock is level with her mouth and shoves it in.

She doesn't even try biting this one.

This one comes in her mouth instead of far enough down her throat she can't taste it. It tastes foul, acrid and burnt.

She coughs and gags and spits, trying to get rid of that awful taste.

She will have time to spit out some but not all of it before another cock is shoved down her throat.

And then she can't even cry properly. There's a particular kind of awfulness in not being able to cry.