I helped her load the bags and she asked me to come back for a cup of tea so we could chat and catch up I smiled and said I would follow. I got to my ...car and could feel my cock start to twitch and the idea of fucking her and was not going to miss the chance of my fantasy.I wasn't long before we where at lisa's house I carried in her shopping and help her put it away as we chatted and waited for the kettle to boil. We were soon on the couch chatting like old times with a little flirting going on. It was all stone, with dim lightbulbs spaced out along the ceiling. The air was cold and stale, and smelled funny. Patricia’s nipples became hard and poked against her jail uniform, which she was naked underneath. They led her through a maze and eventually stopped at the end of a hallway in front of a large steel door. Her chains were removed and she was thrown roughly into the cell.The door closed and Patricia curled up in a ball in the corner. A light bulb in the ceiling provided some. Of course, it was humongous and there were no loose piles of treasure, but there was a big rectangular table, chairs, and braziers with bowls of open fire. There were tapestries and weapon racks as well as a collection of armor suits, Dai antiques, and artwork.There was a large viewport, the local sun, and deep space beyond.The hall-like room was occupied by about fifty Dai or so, at the head of the table stood a tall man in an elaborately decorated leather armor. That he was the center of it. As I turned back to the first page I saw a word in large demonic hand writing. Stop! Stop what I thought to my self. But the book responded to my thought.Stop looking through the book. Your spells are still there & I will put them back when I am done speaking to you. If you are good & do as I say I may even put some new one in it for you, spells only I know. Who are you? I sent the thought at the book hopping that I hadn’t lost my mind.That is not important right now. What is important is that.