Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 4: Deeper Inside

Ashlynn lay on the cobblestones at the gate of the strange palace, resting her head in her own Succubus’s lap, sighing.  “You know, that was closer than I would like to admit,” Ashlynn said softly.

 

Pavement chuckled slightly, and Ashlynn considered telling him to shut up, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort.  “The others may not be so difficult,” the Succubus offered.  “Perhaps Pavement turns you on more than the others.”

 

“I doubt it,” Ashlynn said.  “He’s the dumbest, isn’t he?”  The demoness nodded.  “And I’m pretty sure all the demons are watching what happens on my side of … whatever separates here from there.”

 

“That’s true.  They watch whenever the Master allows them.”

 

“So it would be surprising if they didn’t have some idea what I was into,” Ashlynn sighed.

 

The Succubus just combed her double’s hair with her fingers.

 

“So if they get their hands on me, it may be over quickly.”

 

“It may,” the Succubus almost purred.

 

“You don’t see too concerned.”

 

The demoness shrugged.

 

Ashlynn turned her head, and looked over at Pavement.  He stood, patiently watching the two of them, obeying an earlier order she had given him to wait.  His member was hard, sticking straight out.  She hadn’t commanded that.  The demon just remained horny.  “Can they sense that Pavement answers to me?”

 

“No.  Not until you’re part of the hierarchy with them.  They just know if they’re above or below him.”

 

“So when they see me, that can’t tell if I answer to them?”

 

“They can’t sense it, no.”

 

“Hmmm…” Ashlynn murmured, a plan forming.  “Pavement, I want you to act like you had enslaved me.”

 

The demon surged forward, his hands on either side of Ashlynn’s face.  He lifted her from where she was laying, up onto her knees.  He shoved his long cock down her throat.  She barely had a chance to gasp a lungful of air.  His fingertips gripped the back of her head, pulling her tight against his stomach.  Her nose was flattened as she was forced to massage his shaft with her tongue.  Her eyes started to water, and she could hear the Succubus laughing in her own voice.

 

The demon’s hips began to pump, as he fucked her face, staying deep in her throat the whole time.  Ashlynn reached down between her legs and started to play with herself, rubbing herself with her fingers, turned on by the aggressiveness of her pet.  She was rather submissive, given the choice, but she couldn’t afford to surrender to these demons, not permanently.

 

However, this was amazing.  She was nothing more than a little fuck doll to this powerful creature, who given all the choices in the world would instantly be inside her mouth.

 

Faster and faster, he pumped against her face.  Ashlynn relaxed her jaw, and let her spit dribble past her lips and down her chin.  She glanced up at the demon, but as soon as their eyes met, she looked down like she was ashamed, something she often did with whomever was dominating her.

 

That was enough for him.  She could feel his whole body tense, and then fell the warm smooth liquid begin to pulse out of the head of her cock down her throat.  It slide easily into her stomach, leaving a warm, pit that radiated out, and set her whole skin on fire.  A rosy aftertaste settled on her tongue.

 

Ashlynn was panting, her body buzzing.  She had trouble catching her breath.  Pavement’s powerful hand reached down and gathered her hair, and started tugging her to her feet.  “Give me a moment,” she gasped.

 

“I hope no one’s watching,” the Succubus warned.  “He wouldn’t give you a moment if he had beaten you.”

 

Ashlynn glanced up at the dark windows of the Demon Castle above.  Every window, girded in a crisscross of dark iron, beautiful like art but effective as bars, seemed like a half shuddered eye, feigning indifference.  If she was being watched, it was too late.  “Fuck it,” Ashlynn said.  She shuddered, high on the aphrodisiac of the Essence.  “I’m not going in there this fucking horny.”

 

She reached down and began to tease herself, pinching one of her own nipples, the other hand creeping across the lips of her throbbing cunt.   She lay on the ground, her legs wide, slipping one finger into her desperate sex.

 

The Succubus sighed, and crawled between her legs.  “Let’s hurry this up,” she muttered, pulling Ashlynn’s hand out of her way, and began to lick her pussy.  Within moments, Ashlynn was sighing desperately.  It shouldn’t have surprised her that the demoness could basically read her mind.  The demoness’s tongue licked in the most exciting way she could imagine, punctuated by fingers thrusting into her, the perfect amount of hard and deep for the moment.  When it would drive her the wildest, the Succubus would move her mouth up and hum against the hood of Ashlynn’s clit.

 

When the demoness’s pinky began to insistently push its way into Ashlynn’s tight asshole, Ashlynn’s legs tensed with ecstasy, clamping tight around the Succubus’s head.  Her whole body shook and the desperate heat building in her from the Essence radiated outward in perfect relief.  She collapsed on the cold cobblestones, and panted for several minutes, nearly falling asleep.

 

When the world stopped spinning, Ashlynn nodded.  “Okay, do it.” She told Pavement.  He reached down, and grabbed her hair, and started leading her buy it.  He kept his fist so that he was dragging her forward if she crawled on her hands and knees.  Every once in a while, the Succubus, who walked along behind, her head down, would smack Ashlynn’s ass, and chuckle to herself.  Pavement would laugh as well.  When Ashlynn started yelping every time it happened, more to tease the two of them than out of pain, Pavement’s chuckles grew longer, as did his now flaccid cock.

 

It took longer than she would have liked to crawl along into the castle.  Inside, there were plush rugs which eased the pain building in her knees.  The demon lead her through a maze of hallways before finally turning into a room with a large wardrobe, and a pile of cushions and pillows surrounded by thick purple curtains.

 

Pavement threw open the doors to the wardrobe and started rummaging carelessly through the contents.  After a moment, he pulled out a studded leather collar, and threw it at Ashlynn.  Ashlynn smiled, looking at the steel square studs, and happily wrapped it around her neck.  Next, the demon threw a black leather corset at her.  As she examined it, she realized it could have been tailored for her, and realized this room must belong to her Succubus.  She wrapped it around her, and felt it pushing her large breasts up, giving her almost a shelf of cleavage.  She glanced at a large gilded mirror, and loved the fetishized look.  The succubus began to tighten the laces, and Ashlynn gasped, and felt trapped in the garment, but loved the appearance enough it almost didn’t matter.

 

The demon threw some black stockings that ended in lace bands, which she began to roll up her long legs.  They came most of the way up her thighs.  Next he threw her a tiny pair of panties that would leave most of the round cheeks of her ass exposed.  She pulled them on, and smiled coyly at herself in the mirror.  Finally, the demon handed her leather cuffs were her wrists that matched the collar, with interlocking loops that could easily be bound.

 

As soon as she had the cuffs on, the demon produced a fine silver chain, and hooked it through the loop on the collar, and led it through the loops on her wrist cuffs.  He held the loop at the end of the leash.  When he tugged on it, her wrists were pulled in front of her, and if she didn’t follow, it would begin tugging on her throat.  With a quick jingle, he started to lead her back into the hallways.

 

After a few turns, the Succubus stepped up and brushed the hair back from Ashlynn’s ear, a touch that sent a bit of a shiver through her.  “There’s a problem.”

 

Ashlynn tilted her head to listen, not willing to abandon the submissive pose as she followed Pavement along.

 

“He’s taking you towards the depths, where his chambers are.”

 

“Fuck,” she sighed.  “Wait,” she said more firmly.  The demon stopped instantly.  “I need to go to the library.  Take me there, but otherwise act as though you have mastered me.”

 

The demon grunted, but doubled back the way they had just came.  The Succubus rolled her eyes at Ashlynn.  “No one is going to believe that idiot is headed to the library.”

 

“Is it going to blow our cover?”

 

The Succubus drank Ashlynn in with her eyes and then shook her head.  “No, anyone seeing you will be … distracted.”  She pulled back her hand and gave Ashlynn an open hand smack on the ass that stung and made her jump.  It also made her knees shake.  Then, the slack on her silver leash went suddenly tight, as Pavement pulled her forward in the way they had just come.  Her wrists shot forward, and she stumbled forward after him.

 

They headed through several twisting halls, up some spiralling stairs, Ashlynn dragged along by her leash.  Her wrists crossed in front of her.  The circuitous path they took made Ashlynn wonder if he was trying to avoid notice, as he had when Pavement tried to lead them into the basement.  She considered instructing him to take her more directly.  Then again, if they were trying to avoid suspicion, she needed to let the demon move however he would travel through the castle.

 

“Pavement!” a deep voice called out, and all three of them froze.  Pavement turned, but Ashlynn stared at the floor, maintaining her submissive pose.  “What have you got there?”  She heard the steps of someone approaching, and then the voice chuckled.  “Is that a human?  Is that your human?”

 

The Succubus sighed.  “Yes.”

 

The new voice laughed.  “And Pavement took her?  You’re stuck at the bottom?”

 

The Succubus sighed.  The new demon laughed again, and Ashlynn caught a glimpse of him as he stepped forward and grabbed the Succubus.  His skin was covered by glowing green swirls, like tattoos, except they moved.  She had spent enough time around Lisa’s various demons, she had seen most of them before.  Ashlynn was pretty sure this one was called Taput.  He was huge, built like a body builder, with powerful arms and broad shoulders, although she couldn’t see them with her downcast gaze.

 

She could, however, see his well-muscled legs and the tight curve of his ass.  She licked her lips, and was worried he would notice.

 

Taput didn’t.  He was too busy laughing as he slammed her Succubus against the wall, twisting one of her wrists behind the small of her back to hold her in palace.  His other hand ran down the length of her purple tail, and she shuddered with pleasure at his touch.  When he reached the base, he slipped underneath and started spreading her ass cheeks.

 

With a surprised little grunt, the Succubus quickly spread her legs wider.  She only had a moment before the head of his thick cock pressed against her.  Lisa watched out of the corner of her eyes, keeping her head down, watching the powerful ass drive Taput’s cock deeper and deeper into her demonic double.  The Succubus grunted out a serious of excited, desperate moans, arching her back to allow each thrust to enter deeper into her asshole.  She squirmed against the strong hand holding her in place, pretending she wanted to escape.  Ashlynn recognized the motions though, the submissive playing, making sure her partner felt his power over her was complete, that she couldn’t have escaped if she wanted to.  Not that Ashlynn would have wanted to, had she been the one pinned by Taput.

 

She was so intently watching her Succubus get fucked in the ass, she didn’t notice when Pavement yanked on the chain.  He pulled her off balance, and she fell on her knees to the plush carpet.  Pavement knelt on the ground in front of her, and started pulling the chain, still fed through the links on her wrists, towards a small iron circle set into the floor, peeking out from the carpet.  Once he had the end of the chain through the ring, he pulled forward.  Ashlynn found her arms extended fully out in front of her, locked in place by the chain.  The exposed skin of her upper chest and stomach below where the corset covered were brushed gently by the carpet.  Her legs were folded on either side of her body, with her knees on either side of her torso, up by her navel, and her heels under the tight curve of her butt.

 

Pavement chuckled as he inched forward, straddling her outstretched arms.  He reached under Ashlynn’s chin, and lifted it, presenting his long cock.  Ashlynn sighed gently, letting her breathe brush the tip of his rock hard member.  He rain the tip across her lower lip, and Ashlynn let him, her mouth open for when he was ready for more.

 

With his hands on either side of his face, Pavement thrust deep down her throat.  Ashlynn shuddered and moaned with pleasure.  His hips began to circle, pushing his way into her mouth, controlling her completely.  Excitement throbbed through Ashlynn, as it always did when she was being used.  She was, at that moment, completely at his mercy, and he was lost in his desire for her.  A heat radiated from her core, and every inch of her skin tingled, but her cunt throbbed with desire.  It was only intensified by the fact that her hands were chained in front of her, and she couldn’t touch herself.

 

Powerful hands wrapped around her hips.  She tried to look back, over her shoulder, but Pavement was still fucking her face with wild abandon, and she couldn’t see.  It had to be Taput, who shifted her, raising her ass higher in the air.  Her thighs tensed, holding this slightly awkward position, but she could feel the lips of her pussy kiss open.  She felt the demons tongue slip across her aching cunt.  It was hot and wet as it pushed the lacy panties against her sensitive skin, sending a desperate shiver through her.  A few uneven laps left her surprised and desperate for more.

 

She could feel his powerful fingers gathering the lacy material of the underwear, gathering it up, and pushing it to one side, revealing Ashlynn’s glistening mound to the demon.  His tongue washed over her, no longer kept back by the thin barrier of fabric.  If her mouth hadn’t been filled with Pavement’s cock, she would have screamed with pleasure.  Instead, all she could do was moan, and try to shift.  Taput’s powerful hands quickly readjusted her, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

 

Then Taput pressed his tongue against her asshole.  The feel of it, wet and slick, exploring her sparked its way across all her skin.  She moaned desperately, her mouth full of Pavement’s length.

 

“Is this where she wants it?” Taput laughed, his voice a velvet rumble.

 

Ashlynn answered with a little begging sound.

 

“Pavement, you’ve caught quite the treasure here.  I don’t know that I’ll need to visit Brittney again.”

 

Ashlynn couldn’t help but wonder who Brittney was.  She was certain she knew all the demons, at least a little bit, based on what she had seen while pleasing Lisa.  Brittney was a name she didn’t recognize, and anything she didn’t know seemed dangerous here.

 

Her train of thought was interrupted when Taput’s tongue stopped pressing its gorgeous heat against her asshole.  She could feel him shifting, his thumbs moving to spread the round curve of her ass cheeks further apart.  Then the head of his thick dick rested against the entrance of her asshole.  He rested there for a moment, and Ashlynn realized she was holding her breath.

 

“Now how does your toy like it, Pavement?” Taput mumbled, speaking as though she wasn’t there.  “Would she be happier if I pushed my way deep inside of her cute little ass slowly?”  Ashlynn waited for Pavement to answer, but he didn’t say anything, just kept pumping his cock in an out of her mouth.  “Or would she be happiest if I held her down and fucked her hard.

 

The idea sent an excited little shiver through Ashlynn, and she tried to hide it, but there was no stopping it.

 

“I see,” Taput said happily.  He grabbed her by the hips, and Ashlynn’s word exploded into hot pressure and ecstasy.    He held her hips high, exactly where he wanted them, and rode deep into her ass.  With what little motion she could manage from her awkward position, with her tied wrists and captive hips, she powered back, meeting his strokes, taking him deep inside her.  Her skin burned with the pleasure of it, and she managed to pull away from Pavement a little, as her breathing became more laboured.  He seemed to understand she needed the change, and soon she was laying with her face on the lush carpet, crying out pleasure with each of Taput’s strokes.

 

Then, the demon began to slow his thrusts, and Ashlynn whimpered in disappointment.  She looked over her shoulder, and saw the muscular demon behind her shifting his position slightly.  He squirmed a little, with just the thick head of his cock in her ass.  She moaned, needing him to start again.

 

Then a mouth found the hot ache of her cunt.  She could feel from the cold metal wring through one of the lips that they must have been the purple double of her own, and soon the long demon tongue began licking into her.  She was straddling the Succubus’s face.

 

As soon as the Succubus was in position, Taput began to fuck her ass with renewed vigor.  One hand slapped her, sending a burning tingle all through her, while with the other he clawed at her waist, holding her exactly where they wanted her.

 

With each thrust, Ashlynn moaned, feeling the hot pleasure shot through the core of her.  She let out a little moan, feigning surprise and shame, happily lost in the cock hammering into her again and again.

She started to curse the Succubus in her mind.  With that long, liquid tongue, the demoness was bringing her right to the edge.  Ashlynn could feel her legs tensing, the curling in her feet as her toes tried to twist, as her world prepared to collapse into passion.  The powerful demon, crashing into her, again and again, filling her with his thick cock, and the tongue twisting inside her, too aware of her every pleasure, she was certain she was going to lose it.

 

But then, deep inside her, Taput began to twitch.  With both hands, he grabbed her hips, and lifted her ass higher.  He crashed deep inside her, and held her there, twitching.  The liquid fire of his cum, shooting deep inside her, started to fill her entire body.  A moment after he came, her every muscle clenched.  She cried out with passion, and felt like she was melting through the floor, vibrating all over.  Her head was light, and every inch of her ached in beautiful release.

 

Ashlynn lay on the floor, catching her breath.  “Wait?’ came a confused voice from behind her.  “What’s happening?”

 

Pavement chuckled like rocks sliding down a metal tube.

 

“I wasn’t his toy,” Ashlynn murmered, into the carpet.  “He was mine.  You are too.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.” The demon said, lowering his head.

 

Ashlynn sighed.  “No, I want you to act as though you had captured me.  Outside of whatever I directly command, speak to me and treat me like I had just cum first.”

 

Ashlynn found herself moaning as his hand pulled back and smacked her ass.  “Get up, you little skank.”

 

“Good.  Now, I want you to take me to Brittney.”

Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 2: The Garden

When she hit the ground, it felt to Ashlynn like she had only fallen a couple feet, as though she had tumbled out of bed.  The hard cobbled stone was cold under her forearms and legs, and she rolled over onto her back, arching so only her ass cheeks and shoulder blades touched the ground.

 

When the Master had let her go, it had felt like she was falling for far too long, several minutes at least.  It was a surreal landscape she fell through, a deep tunnel bathed in purple light.  Every once in a while, she would see a shapely limb, or a surprised face, watching her tumble past, but they vanished seconds later.  She was worried that if she ever hit the ground, it would be the end of her.

 

Looking up, she could see the rough of a gazebo, a purple pentagram emitting the same light the bed had shone earlier fading into the stone work.  Realizing she was safe, Ashlynn laughed for a minute with relief.  Then she stood up.

 

She knew she had been to the Otherside before.  Sometimes, when she had the mystical Demon Tail inserted in her ass, Lisa would order her to shift.  Then time would stand still, and a demon with purple skin and her face would come through a doorway or mirror, and Ashlynn would find herself leaving through the same entrance, wherever it was, her body not under her control.  If she stepped through a mirror, she would be able to watch what her demon did with Lisa, and it would drive her wild with lust.

 

Sometimes, she couldn’t see at all.  She would wonder through the strange castle, but she could feel the reflected touch of ever finger on the demon’s skin, every kiss on her lips, every toy teasing its way between her legs.  She would find herself falling to the marble floor of the strange gothic castle, frantically pleasuring herself.  She always had the sense that the whole place was watching her, that demons stared at her playing with herself, waiting to leap forward and ravage her.

 

This was different.  She was entirely in control of herself, and felt a slight sense of dread.  She had wondered into a dream, and was no longer protected by the haze dream logic.  She had the same sense that something was watching her, but now she was fully awake.  Then it dawned on her that she was also stark naked.  She threw an arm across her breasts on instinct, and then realized that it was ridiculous.

 

Instead she stood and examined her surroundings.  The sun was a soft pink, either just set or just rising, reflecting off a low bank of grey clouds, low in the sky.  She stood in a little stone gazebo, in the middle of a hedge maze.  The hedges were a little overgrown, and their leaves where a greyish blue that didn’t look entirely healthy.  Long grass grew in the path, nearly as high as her knees.

 

Ashlynn could see the castle in the distance, and knew she had to get there, sooner or later, so she headed out into the maze.  She stepped out into the unkempt lanes between the scraggly hedges.  The branches forming the walls were thorny, and intimidating, but the grass itself was lush as it whispered about her calves.  The castle remained visible, high above on a cliff, and she kept moving closer and closer.

 

While the air was warm, she suddenly felt a chill go down her spine.  Ashlynn stood stock still, her ears perked like a wild animal.  She thought she heard a twig snap.  She waited, not daring to breathe.  She waited, and waited, and there was no more sounds, but the dread wouldn’t leave her.

 

She started walking again, and she heard the echo of footsteps.  She stopped again, and they stopped again.  She waited, but heard nothing.  So Ashlynn started walking again.

 

The echoing steps returned.  Ashlynn glanced over her shoulder, but no one was there.  She started to walk faster, and the echo came faster.

 

Something behind her made a gasping grunt, and that was enough.  Ashlynn took off running.  She hurried through the maze, taking corners quickly, doing her best to avoid the sharp edges of the hedge.  On and on she ran, no longer watching the castle, just running all out to escape her pursuer.  She still couldn’t see what was chasing her, but the farther she ran, the more laboured its breathing became.  It was getting closer, no matter how fast she ran.

 

Rounding a corner, the grass under her feet was suddenly slick.  Ashlynn’s feet flew out from under her, and she landed hard on her back.  The wind was knocked out of her.  She lay there for a second, and then the panic re-emerged.  She sucked in several burning mouthfuls of air, trying to stay as quiet as she could

 

That’s when something grabbed her by the ankle.  She screamed, and it pulled her several feet through the wet grass.

 

Ashlynn reached down, expecting to find fingers wrapped around her foot.  Instead, she found a knotted vine, like a rope, twisted around her calve.  She looked for its source, at first thinking someone had created a lasso or snare to capture her.  However, it didn’t seem like a trap left by a hunter.  Snaking through the grass, coming from the edge of the hedge, were a series of these long vines.

 

Then she realized they were moving.  They twitched in the tall grass, creeping towards her.

 

Desperately, she started to kick at the vine wrapped around her ankle with her free foot, smashing into it with her heel.  She smacked the vine a couple times, and it felt like it was starting to loosen.  As she reared back to kick it again, ready to scramble free, something tickled across her other ankle.  Then, in a blur, another vine wrapped around her other ankle.

 

Ashlynn bellowed in desperation.  Now the vines were pulling her towards the edge of the hedge, where the thickest collection of them peaked out from a thorn studded bush.

 

She twisted herself, and reached down, trying to get her fingers under the vine.  She worked at prying the plant lose.

 

As fresh vines crept out, and began to wrap around her wrists, all Ashlynn could do was mutter “Fuck.”

 

The vines stopped pulling her closer to the hedge now, after she spoke.  “Can … can you hear me?” she asked the night.

 

In response, the vines around her wrists slowly began to stretch, pulling her arms far over her head.  Soon, she was pulled out to her full length, the vines around her ankles and wrists tugging just hard enough that she had to keep her muscles taunt.

 

“What are you doing?” Ashlynn asked, her head whipping around, looking for whatever she was speaking to.

 

Smaller, finer vines appeared in the grass.  Each of these vines ended in a tiny ash-grey flower, that looked like a snapdragon.  These little vines, thinner than a pen, began to creep across her, the grey flowers and dark green vines made her pale skin seem like it was almost shining.  The little vines tickled slightly as they whisked gently across the skin, taunt as she was stretched to her limit.

 

“What do you want?” she asked, a bit more calmly now that she was being held, but not dragged around.

 

The little flowers crept towards where the sweat from her run had started to bead.  The little mouth of the flower gently wrapped around the droplet, and sucked it up like a tiny kiss.  The little flowers danced up her arms, working a little bit quicker.  They played across her triceps, a strange feeling as they touched the soft, sensitive skin.  She stifled a laugh when the flowers found her armpits.

 

As the lips of the flowers started to caress her collar bone, her laughter turned to a moan.  Some of the vines started to trickle up her neck, while others danced down, wrapping themselves around her breasts.  They kissed the sensitive undersides of her tits, and slowly climbed up towards her nipples.  Other flowers teased their way up her calves, and thighs, while more danced across her stomach.

 

Ashlynn closed her eyes as the soft flowers played across her eyelids.  The flowers started to tickle her lips, and her moans were becoming more and more intense.  When a flower dipped between her lips, and into her mouth, it stayed, kissing the wet edge of the inside of her lip.  It was soft and fragile, and it made Ashlynn’s breath come in trembling grasps, afraid of hurting the little flower.

 

Meanwhile, the vines continued to explore her entire body.  The flowers creeping across her chest had found her nipples, and they seemed fascinated, showering her with a fury of their strange kisses.  The thick, knotted ropes around her ankles started to spread her legs a little wider apart, letting the flowers work their way up the between her thighs with their butterfly kisses, trailing up the moisture, partly caused by her run, but more and more caused by her growing arousal.

 

A couple flowers found the lips of her pussy, and began to kiss her there.  She trembled, and another flower found her clit, and started to dance lightly across it.  “Oh my god!” Ashlynn shouted in pleasure, and the little lips sent a thrill through her.

 

When she spoke, her mouth closed around the flower between her lips, and crushed it.  All the little flowers stopped, and then quickly scampered away.

 

“No, I’m sorry!” she called out.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”  She tried to get up, but realized the bigger vines were still holding her tight.  Then, new vines started thrashing towards her.   These were much thicker, several vines wrapped around each other, like the ones around her ankles and wrists.  One started to wrap its way around her neck, and the end of it started to creep across her cheek.  The vine started to push its way into her throat.

 

Her terror subsided after a moment.  The tip of the vine was pulsing in and out of her mouth.  It was tight around her throat, but not entirely choking her.  It was certainly strange.  If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn that a plant was fucking her face, but it seemed ridiculous.  At least, it would have, if it wasn’t happening to her right then.  The vine pushed its way in and out of her mouth.  It had the slight rosy taste of demonic Essence.  It was weaker than she was used to, but as it dribbled out of the vine, it buzzed on her tongue.  It warmed her, and as the vine pushed its way in and out of her mouth, deeper and deeper down her throat, she found herself massaging it with her tongue.  She was desperate for more.

 

Another set of vines emerged from the grass, and wrapped itself around her waist several times.  It pulled her upwards, slightly off the ground.  The end of this vine forked into two, about the width of her thumb.  Suddenly, out of the ends of each fork, a flower flared suddenly.  A moment before, the petals had been curled around the length, but now, two snap-dragon like flowers, bigger that what she had seen before appeared.  The almost looked like snakes, twisting past each other, blindly examining her.

 

In unison, the two flowers surged forward, and clamped onto her nipples.  Her yelp was choked by the vine, still filling her mouth.  This larger flowers felt like a pair of soft lips, tugging as hard as they could on her nipples.  There was a little pain, but the sort that set her entire skin on fire with need.  By reflex, she tried to swat them away, cover herself, do something to lessen the intense sensation, but the vines twisted around her wrists kept her arms pinned far above her head.  The vines still creeping up her legs, now past her knees, kept her from squirming away.  She was pinned.

 

Almost by instinct, Ashlynn let herself get lost in the sensation.  The natural ropes, twisting around her, forcing her to stretch as far as she could, forcing her back to arch.  She felt vulnerable, and in her mind’s eye, beautiful, and every touch was intensified by her helplessness.  She lapped up the Essence slowly dribbling into her mouth, sending heat down her spine, making her wetter and wetter, intensified by her inability to tease herself, to play with her throbbing clit.  The flowers on her tits began to tease her in earnest, loosening and tightening their grip, or sometimes wandering pleasantly across the sensitive skin of her breasts, only to return with a vengeance to her nipples.

 

She started to lose track of the vines slowly creeping their way up her legs.  More and more tendrils crept out, adding to those already wrapped around her.  Soon, the vine had progressed halfway up her thigh.  Instead of holding her legs together, the vines slowly started to spread them apart.  Softly, they dragged her across the grass, closer and closer to the edge of the hedge, but she failed to notice, lost in their pleasant ministrations.

 

The tiny flower vines began to re-emerge, and Ashlynn noticed as they started kissing their way across her knee, between the tendrils.  They snuck up her thigh, circling around the thicker knotted vine control her movement.  When the first tiny snap dragon found a trail of wetness, it began to lap it up thirstily, working its way to her aching sex.  She moaned happily against the gag still fucking her mouth.  More and more of the little buds emerged, following the first.

 

When they found the wet lips of her pussy, their tiny lips began to drive her wild.  More and more flowers crept in, kissing the edges of her lower lips, dipping carefully into her sex.  She found herself bucking against the tiny flowers, gorging themselves on the wetness that was flowing from her.

 

The ropy vines holding her legs began to move her knees further and further apart, giving better access to the flowers.  Ashlynn squirmed, and moaned, but then she realized she was nearly at the edge of the hedge.  She tried to dig her feet into the soft grass, grab at it with the hands far over her head.  The thorny mess would tear her soft skin apart, and she was starting to get frantic, trying to find a way to avoid it.

 

The vine shoving its way in and out of her mouth kept fucking away, and she had trouble seeing what was happening, but eventually, she caught a glimpse of something emerging from the edge of the hedge.  The vines all flowed out from a central pod, like a bean sprouts from a seed, but two feet tall and one across, pushing its way out from amongst the branches.  Whatever this plant thing was, the fact that it was coming forward started to calm her.

 

That was, until a long piston emerged from the pod.  The dewy thing was a soft green, and was exceptionally phallic, too much like a man’s cock to belong to a plant.  It was also large, and thick, big enough that it scared Ashlynn, and she and her Mistress had played with some pretty big toys.  She dug her toes in deep into the earth, and grabbed handfuls of grass, trying to stay away from it.

 

The plant seemed to have other ideas.  It pulled her arms from over her head to down behind her back.  She had to arch to give them space, and soon her wrists were bound together under her ass, her elbows tight together under her back.  The vines around her legs spread her as wide as she could go, lifting her up off the earth, so that her toes could barely reach the grass.

 

The pod, with its oversized cock, worked its way out of the hedge, onto the ground.  Ashlynn shivered, uncertain if it was fear or anticipation, as she waited for it to get into position.  The waiting, the lack of control, was driving her mad, her need mounting.  The thousand flowers lapping at her cunt didn’t hurt.

 

Then they moved back, and the vine that had been fucking her mouth wrapped around her neck, pinning her to the ground.  Her hips were stretched open, as wide as they could go.  She felt the thick head of the pod’s piston begin to explore its way between her legs, rubbing its warm, soft end across the sensitive skin of her innermost thighs.  It followed the trickles that had escaped the flowers.

 

About the size of a woman’s fist, it began to press gently against the hungry opening of her pussy.  Ashlynn’s breath started coming in staccato gasps, a series of anxious pants, as the plant kept pressing against her, applying just too little pressure to push its member inside of her.  She couldn’t move her arms, and her legs were suspended in the air, and held in place, as though the knotted vines were twisted steel cables.  She gasped and wriggled, and the waited.

 

It was sudden, and mind shattering, when the pod finally figured out what it wanted.  Its thick member drove into her, filling her with a perfect ache.  She screamed out in joy, pierced by the perfect cocktail of pleasure on the very edge of pain, spreading her wider than she ever had before.

 

Holding her in place, the thing began to fuck her brains out.  She writhed, so unable to move, with her arms, legs and neck held in place.  She panted and gasped and squealed, and did her best to meet the rhythm that hammered away between her legs.  Every time it pushed back into her, the world almost faded away.  She would thrash against her restraints, trying to meet the impossibly thick member filling her to the core with ecstasy.

 

It was hard to think, but something suddenly caught her attention, a sensation that seeped through the amazing power pressing its way between her legs.  A smaller vine, about the width of a finger, started to press against her asshole.  She let out a little gasp of surprise that melted into a happy moan as the little vine pressed its way inside of her.  It sent a new electric shock up her spine.  She panted, as the thick cock in her cunt and the little finger teasing her anus worked in perfect unison.

 

Then another little vine started joining the first in her ass, twining itself around the first.  She shivered with joy.  Ashlynn’s breath started becoming more and more ragged.  While her legs ached from being spread so wide apart, she found herself rocking her hips as much as she could, hungrily pushing back against the members inside her.  Her time with Lisa had taught her how to relax, even when something large and powerful was pushing into her.  She was excited when the third vine entered her ass.  The fourth was amazing, but she started to worry, as she wasn’t sure she could handle a fifth, tying around the others.

 

Her worries were in vain.  It was like the strange plant knew her limits, could sense what would drive her wild, and what was too much.  The way it contorted her, her neck held down, her arms bound behind her back, her legs spread wide, was the electric edge of agony, intensifying her lust, making every sensation better.  While the fucking she was receiving was powerful, and out of control, it was wild in the most amazing, fulfilling way, testing but not pushing past her limits.  Even the vine wrapped around her neck was tight enough to leave her lightheaded, but never completely cutting off her air.

 

On and on it went, the plant fucking her mindlessly.  Ashlynn was calling out her pleasure in wordless need, gasping and panting, arching and begging for more.  Everything was fading away, her world collapsing in on the powerful sensations, spreading her pussy and her ass wide, holding the rest of her body in place, making sure her best intentions and weak body didn’t get in the way of the savage fulfillment.

 

She started to cum, could feel her body tighten in its bonds.  Her cunt tried to squeeze the plant’s pistol, but it filled her so completely , it didn’t seem to make any difference.  Her cries turned into satisfied whimpers, still hammering out in time with the power of the plant.

 

It was relentless, continuing its pounding while she came.  As she fell back into herself, it was still going strong.  She ached, but within moments, her pleasure was building again.  She looked up at her body, her large breasts bouncing, the soft curve of her stomach up in the air, to where her pelvis spread wide, shook with every thrust.  Her legs were both nearly ninety degrees out.  Her muscles burned with exertion, but pleasure was flowing through her again, and within an instance, she was coming again.

 

Ashlynn lost track of time, lost count of how many times she came.  It felt like hours later.  She was exhausted, still pinned in place, wondering how to get the plant to let her go, when she heard someone approaching.

 

“Hu … hello?” she called out, her voice raw, and unsteady.

 

“Well look at this fucking mess,” came the answer.  Ashlynn realized she was something of a disgrace.  Her arms, legs, and back, were grass-stained.  Her whole body was shining with a thin sheen of sweat.  Drool drippled out of the corner of her lust twisted mouth, and her exhausted sex was soaked through, with the dewy fluid of the plant, as well as her own juices.

 

But what she saw was almost even more confusing.  When Lisa commanded her to shift, she was always so horny, so full of need she couldn’t think, and she was vaguely aware of the demoness that looked like her that would creep through a door or a mirror, and switch places with her.  Ashlynn’s mind was never clear when it happened, and this was the first time she had seen her Succubus with anything resembling clarity.  The succubus’s pale marble skin, tinged with purple, just a little too dark to ever be mistaken for a human.  Bone spurs out of the back of her heels acted like stilettos, so the demoness stood a few inches taller than Ashlynn.  Then there was the tail, a prehensile appendage that was currently swinging between the demoness’s calves, the tip looking more like a penis than the classic playing card spade of a devil’s tail.

 

“Oh my god,” Ashlynn whispered.  “You’re real.”

 

The Succubus glared down at Ashlynn.  “You’re disappointing.  Why did the prince have such high hopes for you?”

 

“What do you mean?” Ashlynn asked, a little taken aback.

 

“You’re supposed to get all the way to the library, but here you are, caught in the hedge.”

 

At the mention of it, the plant responded.  It had sat calmly after the Succubus arrived, just holding its thick member deep inside Ashlynn, the twisting vines deep in her ass.  Now it gave her a quick thrust.  Ashlynn moaned.

 

“You dumb slut,” the demoness chided.  The words turned Ashlynn on and she found herself bucking her hips back against the thing again. “Stop encouraging it, or you’ll never be free.”

 

“Huh?” Ashlynn moaned, her mind still lust idled.

 

“As long as you keep giving in, the garden will keep fucking you.  You have to control yourself, or it will keep you, and drain every drop of energy from you.”

 

Ashlynn did her best to nod.  Fortunately, she had often had to hold back from cumming in the past months, and so she focused on anything unsexy she could find.  The thought of cleaning the grass stains from her back, the strangeness of the situation, the fact that she wasn’t quite sure what she had been fucking, the fact that a demon with her face was watching her, all these helped bring her back, lessen her excitement.

 

The thing fought her, pumping quickly and fiercely a few times.  Ashlynn managed to calm down, and slowly the vines pulled back, releasing her.  She lay exhausted on the grass her legs trembling.

 

The succubus crouched down beside her.  “Come on.  Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 1: The Opening

Ashlynn was filled with a delicious nervousness.  While she had first heard Lisa refer to the man sitting in her living room as Erostopholes, he seemed so distant that a name didn’t suit him.  In her mind, he was only The Master.  Not her Master, mind you.  She served Lisa, who served Erostopholes.  Every time he looked in her direction, her breath caught in her throat.  Every time he spoke to her, the rest of her world faded away, and she was wrapped in his words, basking in his attention and terrified she would disappoint him.

 

He looked human, sitting in the couch of her small dorm suite, but she knew better.  He was a demon prince, and she knew she should be scared, but was merely thrilled.  Amber, her roommate, was terrified.  While Lisa was their shared Mistress, Ashlynn was a favoured pet, while Amber was a desperate slave.  Amber was hiding in her room, and hadn’t come out since she saw him walk through the door.

 

“M-Master?” Ashlynn called out, her words catching in her throat.  She looked down at her navel and blushed, and hoped he thought it was cute.  “Do you want a drink or anything?”

 

Right now, he looked like a young man in his mid-twenties, in a dark blue suit, sitting on the cheap university issue couch.  He looked so out of place, and when he raised an eyebrow at her question, she knew it was stupid.  What would they have to offer him?

 

“I am not thirsty, little one,” he said, and she wished she had never asked him.  Normally she wasn’t nervous around people, she didn’t care what they thought.  He was different, and it filled her stomach with wasps.  It seemed all she could do was mess up.

 

“I do need something from you though,” he said softly.  Ashlynn sucked on her bottom lip in anticipation, running her tongue across her lip ring.  He motioned her over, and she walked to him, swinging her hips as sexily as she could manage, as tense as she was.

 

He motioned to the floor at his feet.  She swallowed deeply, and sat, her legs folded her long legs, and placed an arm beside him on the couch.  He reached out with his hand and started running his fingers across her cheek affectionately.  As he stroked her face, she couldn’t help nuzzling into the caress.  Her thoughts started drifting away, all her apprehension gone.  All that remained were his words.  “I need to ask you to do something difficult for me, little one,” he explained.  “I wish I didn’t have to ask, but Lisa has decided to be difficult, so now I need you.”  He placed two fingers under her chin, and lifted it, looking her in the eye.  “Will you help me?”

 

Ashlynn’s lips parted, as she tried to speak, but all that came out was a throaty sigh.  She couldn’t find her words.  She just nodded.  She basked in his half smile.  He stood up, and she scrambled to her feet to follow him.

 

He strode down the hallway that led to the bedrooms, and Ashlynn’s heart sank a little when he stopped and turned towards Amber’s door.  He opened her door and walked inside.  A little yelp of surprise emanated from the back of the room.  As Ashlynn trailed behind Erostopholes, she caught a glimpse of Amber, cowering by her closet.

 

“What do you want?” Amber squeaked.

 

Erostopholes ignored her, and began to run his hands over her bed.  It looked like he was smoothing out her blankets, but soon, an eerie purple glow began to emanate from beneath the sheets.  It hummed softly, and after a while a pentagram began to glow.

 

Ashlynn remembered, weeks earlier, when she had snuck Lisa into Amber’s room, and Lisa had drawn a pentagram on the bottom of Amber’s bred with a purple marker.  At the time it had seemed a little strange, but she half remembered Lisa doing incredible things.  When they weren’t happening, it was hard to remember them, but right now, the past was as clear as the shinning symbol.

 

Amber, however, was less acquainted with the strange.  “What … what is that?” She managed to whisper through her fear of Erostopholes.

 

“Silence that thing for me, would you, little one?” he said over his shoulder.  Ashlynn smiled, and headed over to where Amber was standing, now very quietly.  If there was one thing Ashlynn had gotten good at over the last few month, it was following orders.  Her favourites where the ones where she got to dominate Amber, who had been a bitch at the start of the semester.

 

Her roommate was much more docile now.  She stood, her arm reaching across her, her shoulders bowed.  Ashlynn opened Amber’s closet, and reach inside.  She pulled out the collar Lisa had given her roommate, the red leather with a little metal tag inscribed with the name “Whore”.  Ashlynn ran her hands across the soft skin of Ashlynn’s neck, tracing a moment before she applied the collar itself.  Cinching it tight, Ashlynn reached back into the closet, and pulled out a ball gag, and shoved it unceremoniously in Amber’s mouth.  Ashlynn fit it in snuggly and then tightened it.

 

Examining Amber, she decided she wasn’t quite satisfied yet.  Amber liked to pretend she was better than she was, and this early Saturday morning, she was still in flannel pajama, matching tops and bottoms that suddenly infuriated Ashlynn.  She ripped the front open, exposing Amber’s perky little tits and tight stomach.  As the buttons rained down, Amber almost yelped, but then caught herself, remembering her noises had started this whole thing.

 

Roughly, Ashlynn turned Amber around, and pushed her against the wall.  She tied the sleeves, and the remnants of the top, around Amber’s elbows.  It wasn’t really all that secure, but Amber knew she would be punished if she wriggled free.  Ashlynn ripped off the flannel pajama bottoms, and let them fall to the floor.  She gave Amber a smack on her tight ass, and her roommate stepped clear of the fabric.

 

“Better?” Amber asked, turning towards Erostopholes.

 

“Thank you,” he said without looking up from whatever he was doing with the purple energy on the bed.  “Come here, little one.”

 

It struck Ashlynn as an odd pet name for her.  She was five foot eleven, and she was curvy and voluptuous.  Little really didn’t describe her well.

 

She wasn’t going to argue with the Master, though.  She walked towards him as requested.  As she got close, without looking, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards him.  Her thighs were pressed against the bed, and she could feel the warmth of him through the thin fabric of the t shirt she had been wearing around the apartment when he arrived.

 

His fingers combed her long, black hair behind her ear.  His lips brushed against her lobe.  It was difficult to concentrate on what he was saying.  “I need to ask a lot of you, child.”

 

“Anything,” she answered, breathless.

 

She could feel him smile.  His hands began to tease the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it.  “I need you to go through to the Otherside.  You remember the Otherside?”

 

Vague flashes of a castle drifted through the haze of her memory: strange things, staring at her, while she was lost in ecstasy, trading places with a purple demon that looked like her came to the real world.  “I think so, Master.”

 

“Good,” he said, his hands sneaking up, roaming across her stomach, pulling her close.  “I need you to go there, and get something for me.  You know the Lechomancer’s Book?”

 

Her words came out with a sigh.  “The one by her bed all the time?”

 

“Yes.  She put it on the Otherside.  So I need you to go there, and bring it back.”

 

Ashlynn pushed her ass back against his crotch, and felt the massive member throb against her.  “I need … I need my tail.  To shift.”

 

His lips trickled down her neck.  “That won’t work.  When you shift, it is at the will of the Lechomancer, and with your will subsumed by your Succubus.  I need your full will on the Otherside.  This will be very different.”

 

She knew she should ask question, but her whole world was longing, to have his warmth collide into her, to have his hands and lips do more than just tease her.  “Okay,” she whispered.  “How?”

 

“We’re going to use the spell, cast here.  It’s a connection to the Otherside.  It just needs a little more energy, and your intent to go through.”

 

Ashlynn nodded, as though she understood.

 

Then she was falling.  His hands had pushed her firmly, between the shoulder blades, and she landed on the bed, in the middle of that glowing purple energy.  It tingled and buzzed.  Her concert t-shirt, the only thing she was wearing, was pulled up, over her hips, exposing her ass entirely to the Master.

 

She wasn’t sure how he had gotten undressed so fast, but the head of his cock was pressing against her already.  His hand slid down her thigh, and lifted one leg, just above the knee, and placed it on the bed.  She spread, and he began to run his hard dick between the lips of her pussy.  One hand pinned her knee in place.  The other pressed down between her shoulder blades.  She hated the thin layer of fabric between their skin.

 

He held her there, cruelly.  Her legs were spread wide, with his hand firm on her knee, ensuring she couldn’t move if she wanted to keep her balance.  She needed to be spread wide before him.  She wouldn’t have minded, except he was teasing her.  The head of his powerful cock brushed between the lips of her pussy.  He slide his shaft along the mouth of her starving sex, back and forth.  Again and again, it felt like a slight shift on his part would cause his cock to slide inside of her.

 

But he refused to let it happen.  The Master kept himself glancing along the edge of her, exciting, teasing, and taunting her.  When she tried to shift, to push herself against him, to force him to fill the begging ache between her legs, he would stop her.  Ashlynn would try to shift, but he would ensure she remained desperate, his firm hand on her back, pushing her onto the bed, her large breast squashed against the mattress.

 

Her long dark hair was half in her face, her cheek pressed to the bed, as she looked back at him over her shoulder.  Her breathing was a ragged chain of lusty gasps, his infernal cock still deliciously teasing between her legs.  “Master, please,” she begged.  “I need more.”

 

“You know your place, little one,” he said, and she purred.  “I want to hear you beg.”

 

“Yes, Master.  Please,” she ground, twisting her hips as best as she could, feeling his powerful length teasing her.  “I need you inside me.  I will do anything to have it.

 

“Suck my cock,” he ordered evenly, taking his hand from between her shoulder blades.  For a moment, he held the head of his cock against her hungry sex, and for a quick moment, Ashlynn considered pushing back, but she knew if she tried, she would be in trouble, and never get what she so desperately wanted.

 

Instead, she crawled away from him on all fours, across Amber’s bed.  She took the moment to lift her T-shirt up off over her head, and throwing it on the floor.  She caught a quick glimpse of her roommate, standing in the closet.  Amber still had the ball gag, and the collar own, her hands still held together by her mangled shirt.  She was pretending to be a terrified observer, but Ashlynn noticed the wet trickles sneaking down Amber’s inner thighs.  Ashlynn glanced in her eyes, and saw the jealous flash.  Ashlynn grinned, and turned back around to face the Master.

 

She had seen his sleek, gorgeous form before, but it was different, knowing she was the centre of his attention now.  The perfectly defined muscles of his sleek torso were cut from marble.  As she crept forward on all fours, she reached out and gently ran her fingertips across the hard line of his abs.  Then her fingers drifted down to the base of his powerful cock.  She looked up at his bright, cruel eyes, and licked her lips.  He nodded slightly, and reached out, his hand running through her long black hair, guiding her forward.

 

With her hand wrapped around the base, she guided the head of his cock towards her lips.  As always with demons, his sex smelt slightly of roses, but with a sharp order underneath, almost like dry red wine.  She traced her mouth, pushing down on her full bottom lip, watching his eyes the whole time.  His breathing started to become a little horse, and it sent a shiver of proud arousal down her spine.

 

Licking her lips, she surged forward, taking his member deep into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue.  She could taste her own juices on it.  As Ashlynn realized this, the Master’s cruel half smile appeared on his face, and his fingers gripped the back of her head, pushing his long cock deep into her throat.  Her nose was smashed up against the hard plane of his stomach.  She held her breath as he held her there, nearly choking on his length.  Her skin started to light on fire.  She could do nothing but wait for him to release her.

 

Struggling for breath, completely at his mercy, she couldn’t help but reach back between her legs, and start to massage her clit.  The surrender of this moment was burning through her every nerve, and she was shaking, with a beautiful mix of excitement and fear.

 

When he let her go, Ashlynn’s lungs filled with a gasp as she pulled away from him.  As her burning lungs panted their way back to normal, the first thought that crossed her mind was that he would be mad at her.  She looked up at him, and was relieved to see him smiling down at her.

 

Of course, she knew she was quite a sight to see at that moment.  Her long legs were spread wide, doubled over with her heels back behind her ass.  Her fingers continued work feverishly between the lips of her pussy, as she kept pleasing herself.  She slowly raised her gaze.  A long, slender line of spit dribbled down her chin and between her large, firm tits.  With her free hand, she flipped her hair behind her ear, and then teased it down, her neck, her shoulder, and began to tweak her nipple.

 

The Master’s half smile widened a bit more, further than it had ever been when he looked at her.  It was the type of smile he usually reserved for Lisa, and she treasured having one all to herself.

 

Then he surged forward, and grabbed her hips.  He flipped her over, and threw her back, face down into the bed.  She crashed into the blanket with a laugh, and then realized the strange purple light was still glowing, but it was getting brighter.  It reflected off her pale skin.

 

But as the Master grabbed her, she no longer had time to focus on it.  He pushed down on the small of her back, pinning her to the bed, and then began to push his way into her hungry pussy.  She gasped with joy as his thick, long cock slid into her hungry wet pussy.  He moved slowly but certainly, and she found she had to push her legs further apart, spreading her legs wider and wider, as he worked deep into her.

 

When he was buried in her to the hilt, he started to fuck her with a slowly increasing speed.  He would start to pull out, and then, a little quicker than she expected, slide his way back deep inside of her.  He seemed a little thicker, an a little wider with each stroke.  Ashlynn found herself gasping happily with each thrust.

 

Soon he stopped pushing down on her so hard.  He still kept his iron grip on her hips, but he was less concerned with pushing her down into the bed.  She started to rise up, arching her back.  Ashlynn looked back over her shoulder, watching the perfection of his body as he crashed into her, again and again.  Her every breath ended in a surprised moan, as the tide of his fucking crashed into her shores, a little harder, a little more powerful than the last wave.

 

Before long, her toes, handing over the edges of the bed, far apart, began to curl with pleasure.  It shot up her legs, and into her aching cunt.  Her spine tightened with joy, and she found herself grunting, smashing herself back against the Master.  Everything clenched at once, in a numbing joy that made the real world fade away from that moment.  She barely recognized her own voice, grunting out her animal lust from what sounded like miles away.

 

When the orgasm faded, she collapsed onto the bed.  It felt like she started to fall, but she heard the Master grunt “Not yet.”  His voice was commanding, and she shivered with pleasure at the sound of it.

 

His hands slide up the outside of her quivering thighs, and he began to cup her ass cheeks.  With his thumbs, he spread them wide.  Ashlynn was afraid to upset him by asking what would come next.  She turned her head, her cheek still on Amber’s comforter, and tried to look back at him.  She couldn’t see where he was, but then she felt the rough tongue she knew all demons had whisk across her asshole.  She squealed with pleasure, as he teased her, flicking across her sensitive opening with his strange, clever tongue.  When he started to lap his way deeper in, she gasped, surprised to feel excited pleasure ripple out from her anus.

 

Then, his tongue stopped.  She held her breath with anticipation.  She heard him moving behind him repositioning himself, his hands still spreading her ass cheeks wide.  She quivered as she waited.

 

When the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her asshole, Ashlynn grumbled with joy.  His cock was wet with her juices, and dribbles of his demonic pre-cum seeped into her.  She was familiar with it, a substance Lisa liked to refer to as Essence.  It made her shiver with joy, acting as both aphrodisiac as well as joy.

 

When he began to press into her, she felt a hot burst of pleasure shatter its way up her spine.  She gasped and found herself biting a mouthful of the pillow, more to keep herself from screaming out with joy than anything else.  Despite his size and length, he entered her easily.  She arched her back, and pressed her ass back up against him as well as she could, with her legs spread as wide as they were.

 

He began to thrust into her, the weight of him, the speed of his passion driving her down against the bed.  She could barely move as he held her down, and filled her, again and again, an incredible heat as he fucked her ass, pouring through her every nerve.  Her breath came in excited little gasps as she squirmed beneath him.  His rough fingers wrapped around her waist, and he fucked her, hard and fast.

 

Her teeth unclenched from the pillow as she started to cry out with ecstasy.  Every inch of her skin was on beautiful fire.  She just managed to get her hand back between her legs, to rub her clit.  Passionate sweat coated every inch of her porcelain skin.

 

The orgasm smashed through her before she realized what was happening.  She was crying out, every muscle was shaking, and every inch of her was suddenly too sensitive.  Her mind ached with sensation, acutely aware of the soft quilt under her, the thick, hard cock slamming in and out of her ass, driving pleasure through her, the hands vice like around her center, the scratchy pillow under her head.  She bucked and rode her way through the orgasm.

 

When she felt the Master’s thick cock twitch inside of her, another wave of mind melting pleasure shattered through her.  He powered deep inside of her, and held himself there.  With her ass, she clenched and milked every drop of essence she could pull out of him.  The demonic fluid brought her right back to the edge of orgasm again instantly, and she focused on the rough circles her thumb was drawing over her clit.  She came again, crying out with abandon.

 

When her body finally started to calm down, when the shaking waves of perfection started to fade from her skin, she realized how bright the glow below her had become.  Then a strange sensation hit her.  She felt like she was about to fall directly through the bed, to go tumbling through the purple haze shining from below.  The only thing keeping her from tumbling were the Master’s hands on her hips, his cock still buried deep in her ass.

 

She glanced over her shoulder, the fearful question in her eyes.  Am I about to fall?

 

The Master’s half grin was cruel.  “Listen carefully, little one.  You must find the library.  You must find the book, and bring it back to this side.”

 

Ashlynn was exhausted and confused.  She had so many questions.  “How will I find it?”

 

“Your demon will guide you.  She needs you to succeed.  Do not trust any of the others.”

 

“I can trust her?”

 

He ignored the question.  “Go, get the book, and you will be rewarded.”  With that, he began to slide his thick cock out of her ass.  She purred at the sensation, but then the feeling of falling intensified.

 

When he took his hands off her hips, the light seemed to dissolve the bed below her.  There was nothing she could do to escape, and she fell through the glowing light, vanishing.  As soon as she was out of site, the light flashed out of existence.

 

Erostopholes grinned, and absently stroked his still hard cock.  “Now, what do we do about you?”

 

From the corner, where she had been unobserved, Amber quaked, and bit down hard on the rubber ball gag.

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Lechomancer Curses Epilogue

As Vickus lead Lisa down the abandoned hallways of the castle, she struggled to hold onto her anger.  She wanted to be mad at Brittney for the way she had treated Michael.  She wanted to be mad at Erostopholes for letting her take things too far.

 

Somehow, Lisa’s anger kept cycling back.  She was only mad at herself.  She held her robe close to her.  “Hurry up,” she urged Vickus.

 

She was surprised when the large demon did as she said, and picked up his pace.  This was an interesting development.  It seemed as though all the demons listened to her, without the need for a spell or other urging.

 

They reached the glowing blue door that lead back into her townhouse.  “Stay on that side,” she ordered Vickus.  She closed the door, and went into her bedroom.  She flopped down on her bed, and spent an eternity trying to fall asleep.

 

Lisa wasn’t sure when she finally faded out of consciousness.  She tossed and turned for hours, and at some point, exhaustion overcame her.  Darkness filled a few hours, and still tired, the first rays of the sun brought her struggling back awake.

 

The Book, The Incubus Prince, sat on her nightstand.  Her jaw clenched.  That was the problem.  She was fine with what she had done to Taylor, giving her that curse for nearly murdering her, or the temporary thing she had done to Tammy.  Even turning Amber into her pet didn’t bother her.  The girl seemed to enjoy it, and had been terrible to Ashlynn for months before Lisa had taken action.

 

As mad as she had been at Brittney, as mad as she knew she should still be, seeing her there, in the middle of all those demons had been too much.  She knew she had gone too far.  The spells she had learned had led her too far down this path.

 

She didn’t need all these curses.  Her life was pretty amazing with just a few of these spells. Sublimation to become whomever she needed to be, Empathic Divination to find someone who could fulfill her desires, and some of the basic magic she already had memorized were enough to keep her happy. She had a box of Demon Tails if she needed a new friend.

 

The curses she had been playing with over the past few months were too much.  She couldn’t keep using them, giving into them.

 

Steeling herself for what seemed like an important decision, Lisa picked up the book.  Tucked under her arm, she headed down the hallway to the glowing blue door.  She opened it, and glanced around.  The exact copy of her hallway on the Otherside looked empty.  “If anything is there, show yourself,” she said firmly.  Considering all the demons seemed to listen to her, she was relatively certain nothing was watching her.

 

Gingerly, she set the book down, and closed the door.  As it clicked shut, she sighed, and sat down on the floor.  She suddenly felt so much better.  She let out a long, sigh, and smiled to herself.

 

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It was hours later when Garnet walked by the door to Earth.  The Prince was playing with the new guest, and the lesser demon had to wait his turn, which would likely be hours.  With Brittney willingly trapping herself in the Castle, the mounting energy was healing this place.  Corridors that had been falling apart had reformed.  New rooms were popping up behind doors that had not existed hours earlier.  He had wondered what was forming near the door itself.

 

He saw the Lechomancer’s book, and fear washed over him.  Erostopholes constantly discussed the book with Vickus, the oldest of his demons, and how important it was that the Lechomancer kept using it.  She couldn’t use it if it was on this side.

 

Garnet went to pick it up.  It was far too heavy, and his shoulders hunched as he carried it, but he did his best to run back through the dusk of the Principality, through garden of thorns, along the great wall, and he burst into the tower.

 

Inside, Erostopholes sat on the edge of the bed, a blue skinned demon eight feet tall, lean but powerful, with ram’s horns curling around his face.  Brittney’s legs were wrapped around his waist.  She was over the edge of the bed, with the palms of her hands on the floor, her back arched in painful passion.  The Incubus Prince’s cock, nearly as thick as Brittney’s wrist, was sliding quickly into her asshole.  She was gasping happily as it crashed into her.  Several other demons sat nearby, watching hungrily.

 

Garnet cleared his throat, and carefully spoke over his Prince’s low grunts, and Brittney’s gasping “Yes, more, more!”

 

Without missing a stroke, Erostopholes nodded to the lesser demon.  “Why are you disturbing us?”

 

Garnet cringed, but carefully explained “I found the book, on this side of the door.”

 

His hands squeezed around Brittney’s waist as his teeth clenched.  He drove deep inside of her.  “What?”

 

“Lisa Meyers locked the book on this side of the door.”

 

Erostopholes pulled his cock out of Brittney with a wet pop.  She moaned with disappointment, and he shooed her out of his lap.  She collapsed into a heap on the floor, and then managed to bring herself up on her hands and knees.  She crawled to the waiting demons.  Taput grabbed her, drove himself into her wet pussy, while Vivian sat on the prisoner’s face, grinding herself against Brittney’s whimpering lips.

 

The Prince thundered across the stone floor and grabbed the book from Garnet.  His anger grew when he saw it was the same book.  “Vickus!” he shouted.

 

The corpulent, almost goat-like demon, who decades ago had been a Lechomancer, scampered forward.  “Master?” Vickus asked.

 

“Lisa’s book,” Erostopholes snorted.  “We need it back on the other side of the door.”

 

“It took fifty years to push it through,” Vickus said softly.  “If we can’t get a human to come through and take the book out, we’ll need to push it through a hole left by a spell.”

 

An angry huff emerged from Erostopholes lips.  Then he noticed Vivian, her golden skin smooth and glittering, her back arching as Brittney did her best to please her.  “The demons are young.  The Succubi still have counter parts.”

 

“True, Master,” Vickus said slowly, waiting to hear the rest.

 

“Ashlynn’s host, her human, there’s a spell cast in her home, yes?”

 

“Yes Master,” Vickus confirmed.  “The Lechomancer cursed her roommate.”

 

Erostopholes’s face spread into a frightening smile.  “Prepare its Reflection.  I believe Lisa’s pet can solve this for me.”

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Lechomancer Curses 11: Imprisonment

Brittney was trapped in a strange dream.  If she was going to make it out the door, Brittney had to leave now.  The demoness holding her in the tower had told her she had to drink the bowl of Essence, a strange aphrodisiac the demons excreted, if Brittney didn’t leave the room without cumming.  Her whole body ached, after strange hours of being teased, held at the edge, and never released.  She needed to cum so badly.  She knew that drinking the Essence would make things worse.  She knew that leaving right now was the only way Mistress Ashlynn, the pale purple demon haunting her dream, would let her leave.

 

But then again, this was only a dream.  If she didn’t obey the demon, she would wake up in a few hours, free from this place.  Meanwhile, she would get to enjoy the thought of being used, of being punished and then forgiven for being such a filthy girl.

 

Those words clinched it as they floated through her mind.  With one hand, she played with her hard nipples, and the other began to massage the ache between her legs.  Her fingers slipped deep inside of her, quickly, ready to release these hours of build-up.  The statuesque figure of Mistress Ashlynn moved to tower over her as Brittney leaned back on the bed.  The demon bent down.  Ashlynn’s lips started tugging at Brittney’s earlobe, whispering, “Yes, stay with us.  Cum.  Be our little fuck toy.  Never leave this place.  Float from release to release.”

 

Brittney bit her lip, and squeezed her nipple hard.  She strummed her clit with her thumb and pounded her fingers into her pussy.  Her toes curled, and her head almost ached as her whole body shook.  Mistress Ashlynn straddled her, laughing.  Every muscle in Brittney’s body clenched at once, and she cried out in pure pleasure.  There was no air left in her lungs, and as they started to refill, every inch of her was too sensitive to touch.

 

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Mistress Ashlynn.  With Brittney’s hips trapped between her thighs, Ashlynn held her in place with a cruel smile.  One hand went to Brittney’s neck, under the collar, and started to squeeze, not letting her catch her breath.  Ashlynn’s other hand grabbed Brittney’s breast, kneading it, teasing the edges of her aching nipple.  Brittney clamped her knees shut, but the demon’s tail snaked its way through, brushing the lips of her pussy.  She couldn’t handle being touched right now, every nerve was on fire.

 

Without a lungful of air, her world was going grey.  The tail, inexorably pushing its way into her was an agony of perfection, and she tried to scream as her body clenched again.  No sound came out, and the world started to fade.  She was dizzy, could barely see, and every nerve in her body pulsed and screamed out in joy.  She was a foot above herself, light headed and trying to remember who she was.

 

As she sank back down into herself, she heard the demoness laughing.  “You dirty little whore.  You couldn’t do it.”

 

“No, Mistress,” she cooed.  It felt good, to just be who she was, just glow in the moment.

 

“Vivian,” Mistress Ashlynn called.  Brittney looked at the door and saw a tall golden demon, similar to Mistress Ashlynn, but lither than the curvy purple demon, and considerably less busty.  Vivian wore nothing.  As she strode across the room, Brittney found herself terrified about what the newcomer was about to do.  She was helpless, and it sent a shiver through her, lust already mounting again.

 

Ashlynn handed the bowl to Vivian, who looked down at Brittney.  “Bad girl,” Vivian told her.  She then cupped the bowl reverently in both metallic hands, and tipped it up, like she was drinking deeply.  Brittney’s eyes were glued to her.  Then Vivian grabbed Brittney’s face in both hands, tipping her head back.  She let a long strand of the clear, thick fluid tumble over her lips and drift down to Brittney’s waiting tongue.

 

She thought she was expecting it, but as the warm fluid touched her tongue, Brittney’s mind went blank with passion.  Every inch of her skin crawled.  Her nipples ached.  Her pussy begged to be touched, but when she started to move her hands, Vivian’s midnight eyes narrowed.  Brittney focused on Vivian, who bent down, and began to kiss the fluid into her mouth.  As their tongues melted together, the buzzing was all consuming.  Her world was consumed by the lips on her lips, the hands on her cheeks, and all the terrible empty inches where her skin wasn’t touched.

 

Vivian stood and let go of Brittney’s face.  Brittney slowly opened her eyes.  Her mouth stayed open.  She desperately watched the demon stepping away, and she knew it wasn’t her place to chase her.  She sat on the floor, aching and burning for attention.  Her hands wandered back between her legs.  Brittney began to rub the need between her legs.  Her fingers quickly brought her to the edge of the release she needed so badly.

 

“You can’t finish yourself,” Ashlynn interrupted just before the first swell of orgasm overtook Brittney.  She moaned in desperation.  Those words were so complete she knew they were true.  Somehow, Ashlynn had robbed her of the ability to cum.  “You’ll need someone else to release you.”

 

“Please,” Brittney begged.  “Please send someone to release me.”  She was so horny, so desperate, that she was nearly in tears of frustration.

 

“And you promise to cum, no matter what?”

 

“Yes.  Of course, Mistress.  Please, please let me cum.  Please, please, please.”

 

Ashlynn’s smile was enormous.  “Vickus,” she called.  “This dirty little whore is ready for you.”

 

Britney would have called the thing that came through the door a pig demon.  He had a huge bot belly, and was covered with hair.  Any other day, she would have found him repulsive.

 

Right now, with the buzzing in her mind from that rose-scented liquid, her eyes were instantly drawn to the giant cock swinging between his legs.  She found herself licking her lips as she starred at it.  There was a little strand of the Essence still there, and it made her shiver and whimper.  She knelt obediently, her thighs spread, her hands on her knees.

 

“Not a lot of willpower in this one, is there?” he laughed.  “No wonder she was so easy to trap.”

 

“Quiet!  If the Lechomancer hears you, we’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

 

Brittney tried to focus on the words the demon exchanged, but all she could do was stare at the thick, long member, swinging between Vickus’s thighs.  It wasn’t even fully hard yet, and it was enormous.  She hoped he would stop talking to Mistress Ashlynn soon, and come over and fuck her.

 

Instead, the demon Ashlynn had called Vickus walked carefully around her, examining her.  Brittney found herself doing her best to impress him.  She arched her back, and stuck out her chest.  She made sure never to look up to his eyes.  She held still as best as she could, but she found herself wiggling slightly.  She needed him to release her so badly.  Her juices were beginning to pool on the floor between her legs.

 

Then both of his strong, wide hands were on her shoulders.  She pushed him forward, until her face rested on the cold stone floor.  Her hard nipples rubbed against it, and made her squirm.  Then he spread her legs further apart.  She lifted her hips, presenting her slit to him.  She wagged like she had an imaginary tail.

 

“I’ll make you a deal,” he chuckled.

 

“Yes.”

 

A meaty hand collided into her ass-cheek.  She whimpered.  “Master.  You will address me as Master.”

 

“Yes, Master,” she said.

 

“You are allowed to cum when I’m inside you, but every time you do, you must take another demon into you before you cum again.  Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

“Do you agree?”

 

“Yes Master.  Just hurry.”

 

He licked his lips, and his hands began to roam over her.  His palms ran down her back, across her sides, enjoying the smooth skin.  Brittney pressed herself against every caress, wordlessly moaning her appreciating, desperate for him to enter her.  His hands slipped down her hips, and he began to grab her ass.

 

His thumbs were on either side of her asshole, spreading her cheeks wide.  She groaned in anticipation.  As the head of his thick cock pressed against her, she bit her lip in anticipation, and arched her body to receive him.  Her whole world burst into pressure, a pleasure mixed with pain as he drove into her.  His powerful hands grasped her hips, as he plowed down into her ass.  He slipped deep into her, and she felt like she would burst.

 

She ached and pushed herself back against him as best as she could.  He chortled, and began to fuck her faster.  The way he held her hips pushed her stomach and her breasts down against the cold stone floor.  Time seemed to slow for Brittney as each powerful thrust filled her mind with ecstasy.    Her toes curled, and she threw her fist in her mouth and bite on her fingers.  Everything faded into the pulsing pleasure.  She groaned “Yes! Yes! Yes!” against the gag of her fingers, punctuated by the grunting of the demon.

 

Slowly, she came back from the mind shattering orgasm.  Still, her skin crawled with desire.  She needed to cum, again, as soon as possible.  There was no thought in her mind that wasn’t in the service of her next orgasm.  She knew the demon had warned her about what it would take to cum again, but she couldn’t quite remember what it was.

 

Vickus’s hands went off her waist, and slid down under her knees.  With a grunt, he lifted her up.  He continued to bounce her on his cock, with his forearms under her thighs and his hands under her knees.  Her knees were up by her shoulders.  Brittney’s eye lids felt heavy, and she kept them half lidded as she arched her back.  With her mouth, she searched for his, her head resting on his shoulder as she contorted herself.  He kissed her, but never stopped bouncing her up and down on his cock.  Her breathing came in grunts, each time his long member was deep in her ass.

 

The door opened, and in walked another demon, this one built almost like a bodybuilder, with glowing green tattoos swirling on his flesh.  As he approached, Mistress Ashlynn’s voice drifted through Brittney’s lust addled haze, and she heard the demoness say “Are you ready to punish this dirty slut, Taput?”

 

Being called a slut sent a shock through Brittney.  She reached down, and spread her slit open.  As her lips pulled away from Vickus, a long strand of drool connected them for a moment, before it fell down her chin and onto her tits.  Her mouth was slightly open, forming an inviting O for the newcomer.  She glanced down, and hoping to send his eyes to her open cunt.  She did her best to open her heavy eyes and bring him over to her.

 

He didn’t take much encouraging.  Taput crossed the stone floor, and his hands slid up her firm stomach, and cupped her tits.  He pinched her nipples, and she whimpered.  He ran a long tongue across her neck, and its rough texture made her quiver.

 

Then his cock started to slide into her, and it was perfect.  An aching emptiness she could not have defined was filled.  He pushed deep into her, and then he cruelly began to pull out.  As he did, Vickus started lowering her onto him.  Taput lay down on the floor, and Brittney was straddling him, raised high enough that the tip of his dick was inside her pussy.  Vickus was just barely in her ass.  His hands were low on her hips, and he held her firmly, so that Brittney couldn’t push back on Vickus or down to take Taput deep into her.

 

“Please, Master,” she begged.  “Please.”

 

“Please, what, you filthy little whore?” Vickus held her still.

 

It was cruel, to say something that turned her on so much and not let her have the cocks she craved so badly.  “Please, fill me up, Master.  I need both of you deep inside me.  I have to have it.”

 

“Alright,” he chuckled, and moved his hands up to tease her breasts from behind.  No longer held in place, she could push herself down on to Taput’s waiting member.  Her legs slid wider apart, her hungry slit filling with his cock.  She groaned with pleasure as her emptiness subsided, replaced with the amazing girth deep inside her.  Soon, he took him to the root.

 

Vickus’s hands teased her breasts as she took Taput into her, but as soon as she couldn’t take any more of the demon below her, Vickus reached up and grabbed her shoulders.  He bent her forward, making Taput stir pleasurably inside her.  Holding her up, he started pushing his thick dick back inside her.  The amazing pressure returned, and she moaned.  Taput shock inside her, and she ground down against him.

 

The demon behind her had control over her body, and he began to pound into her, holding her where he wanted her.  His every motion, every thrust sent tremors through her body, as he pressed her against the demon below.  She was his bouncing little fuck-toy, and she couldn’t imagine being anything else.  Taput began thrusting up under her.  Brittney could only breathe in sighs and moans.

 

As they began to go faster, fucking her hard and deep, filling her ass and pussy to the limit, she surrendered to another orgasm.  Every muscle went tense all at once.  She could feel both holes milking the cocks inside her.  Taput grunted and came with her, lurching, and intensifying her own orgasm, as he filled her with that strange, buzzing seed.  It washed over her, and she was a quivering mass of joy.  Time floated away from her, her whole world the hands holding her in place, the cocks deep inside her.

 

It felt like she came forever.  She wasn’t sure how much time passed.  Taput remained hard inside her.  Vickus never missed a beat in his thrusting rhythm.  She remained suspended between them, bouncing along, happy and fulfilled in ways she had never imagined.

 

Ashlynn’s hand, grabbing her chin, broke her out of the dreamlike afterglow.  “Listen to me, you stupid slut,” Ashlynn hissed.

 

“S…sorry Mis…tress,” she managed to grunt out between powerful thrusts.  She realized that in her daze, she hadn’t answered a question Ashlynn must have asked.  Brittney’s mouth remained a little open, her eyes heavy with lust, doing her best to concentrate.

 

“You just came, didn’t you?”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.  It was hard to answer questions.  She didn’t want to split her focus from the upward thrust of Taput, his hands wandering up to her hips, forcing her to grind against him.  Vickus continued filling her ass with his huge cock.

 

“I thought so.  You love being used by anyone who will have you, don’t you, you fucking tramp?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.  I love being used like a fucking tramp.”

 

Mistress Ashlynn laughed.  “Well, you remember the rules, don’t you?”

 

Brittney nodded, and her skin prickled with anticipation.  “I remember, Mistress.  Now, another demon will join.”

 

Ashlynn nodded, and led forward a demon with dark purple skin.  He was lean, and there was mischief in his coal eyes.  He ran his fingertips across her cheek.  “Oh, I like her,” he smiled to Ashlynn.

 

“Thank you, sir.” Brittney leaned into his caress, still riding Taput, still taking each thrust from Vickus.

 

“She’s a quick learner.  Some kind of natural,” Mistress Ashlynn said.  “Do what you will with her, Garnet.”

 

Garnet ran his thumb gently across Brittney’s lower lip, and she leaned towards him.  When he slipped it into her mouth, she began to caress it with her tongue, hoping to convince him that he should use the long cock she saw surging before her instead.  She bobbed her head against his hand, in rhythm with Vickus’s powerful strokes from behind.

 

He laughed at her, and for a moment she was worried she had disappointed him, that he would decide not to play with her.  For far too long, he let her suck his fingers.  The thick cock in her ass and the powerful one deep inside her pussy just weren’t enough anymore.  She needed him in her mouth, too, or she would never cum again.  The ache building in her was terrible, bringing her back towards the edge of orgasm, but with no chance of completing.  It was a beautiful torture, and she just needed to convince the newest demon that she deserved to suck his cock.

 

After far too long, Garnet pulled his hand back, and took his long cock.  He ran the head of it against her lips.  A few drops of pre-cum dribbled out, and she quickly ran her tongue along her lip to catch it.  It was the same strange-rose scented fluid, and it made her head buzz.  The only thought she had left was her need, her desire to be filled completely.

 

Brittney surged forward as best as she could, swallowing his entire length in one sudden motion, deep into her throat.  Her nose squished against his stomach.

 

“Greedy girl,” Vickus said from somewhere behind her.  His voice was distant, and she would have ignored him if he hadn’t grabbed both her wrists, and pulled them back.  Garnet fell almost entirely out of her mouth.  It was terrible, and she bobbed her head forward as much as she could, trying to take him back between her lips.  She couldn’t get even half his length back into her.

 

“You made her sad, Vickus,” Garnet chuckled.  “This little slut is cock-hungry, aren’t you, slut?”

 

She looked up at him, her blue eyes desperate.  She nodded, the head of his dick still in her mouth.

 

“You can give her whatever you want,” Vickus growled, “But she doesn’t get to take.”

 

Brittney slowly started bobbing her head, as much as she could with Vickus holding her arms straight back on her.  She stared her apology up at Garnet.  She ground it down onto Taput, who kept bucking up into her.  She clenched it back to Taput, who was now thrusting more aggressively into her.

 

Garnet relented, his hands on both her cheeks, feeding his length into her face, letting her warm mouth wash over him.  He matched Vickus, and into was like a terrible tide.  One moment, she would feel so empty, and it was such a long wait until they both plowed deep into her.  The long member, curving down her throat, and the thick cock, it’s amazing pressure filling her ass, made her feel complete for a fleeting moment.  Then they would both start to pull out, and she waited forever for the next thrust.

 

Her only solace was Taput had nowhere to go, stuck deep inside her.  Brittney ground against him, her legs spread wide.  She pressed her clit against him, and every time Vickus thrust hard into her, she could press it hard into the demon below her.

 

Vickus set the pace for everyone.  Every thrust from him was powerful, and Garnet didn’t quite match his aggression.  When Vickus started to pick up the pace, slamming into her faster and faster, Garnet followed his lead.  Taput’s hands roamed her hips and her tits, and he thrust up more and more as the other two sped up.

 

Brittney was lost in the motion of it.  She did everything she could to enhance the sensation.  She spread her legs as wide as she could.  She tried to push back against Vickus, and lean forward into Garnet.  Her breathing was desperate gasps, caught at the short moments where she had a chance between the mind blurring fucking.  She lost herself in the motion, her mind trapped in the moment when all three demons filled her so entirely.  Everything started to swim on her, and she let go.

 

The demons moaned with appreciation as her pussy and ass clenched automatically against them, milking them for their Essence.  Garnet pushed himself deep into her face, and held himself there.  His cock twitched, and Essence poured down her throat.  Brittney felt like she was about to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure flowing through her.  Her whole body vibrated.  There were no thoughts crossing her mind, just a desperate attempt to capture the sensation of all three monsters cumming inside of her as she orgasmed.

 

When it finished, every muscle ached, but her need hadn’t diminished.  Her skin was still on fire, her nipples ached, and her cunt twitched around Taput.  She needed to cum again, more than anything, but she also, somehow, needed more than the sensations dominating her world.

 

Brittney blinked twice as Ashlynn brought forward yet another demon.  This one had skin like a highway at midnight.  Brittney was pleased, as she bobbed against her current playmates, happy they were still hard.  She was confused, though.  There was no place for this new demon.  She didn’t want to lose any of her current cocks, but what would happen with the thick dick of the newest demon.

 

“What do you want, Pavement?” Mistress Ashlynn asked.  He looked Brittney over, and the hunger in his eyes made her ache for him.  He walked a quick circle around her.  Brittney did her best to be enticing.  She carefully circled her head around Garnet’s dick.  She moaned appreciatively as Vickus pressed, now slower, deep into her.  She leaned down against Taput, rubbing her skin against his powerful form.

 

Pavement finished his survey of her, and ran a stony hand behind her ear, pushing her blonde hair back.  She looked at him, as she continued to suck Garnet off.  Vickus released her arms, and Brittney nearly lost her balance.  Garnet caught her by the shoulders, and then ran his fingers up under her chin.  She continued to suck him, deep as he would let her, and she placed her hands on either side of his firm ass.  He gently took her forearms, and guided one so that she was stroking his cock.  The other, he led over to Pavement.

 

Brittney started to understand, but it was hard to think, through the pleasure, but she stoked the base of Garnet as she sucked him off, and Pavement as he waited.  After a moment, Garnet pulled out, taking his long cock right out of her mouth.  Her eyes watched it sadly, a long strand of spit hanging from her lips to its tip.

 

Then firm hands turned her head, and Pavement pushed his cock into her mouth.  She moaned with joy.  She stroked the base of his cock with her hand as she massaged it with her tongue.  She made sure not to ignore the others, wriggling, thrusting and stroking, feeling their hardness all over.

 

She kept switching back and forth between Garnet and Pavement.  They took turns with her mouth, and whomever was left out she kept stroking.  Her body was drenched in sweat, and her muscles burned, but it was nothing compared with her aching lust.  She needed to keep going, no matter what.  She needed Taput to keep fucking her from below, for Vickus to drive deep and hard into her hungry ass.

 

No matter what they did now, though, she couldn’t quite finish.  She was lost to the ecstasy, and every motion was in service of being filled deeper, and harder, by this pack of demons.  But nothing gave her the release she needed so badly.  She started to groan, half with pleasure, half with desperation.

 

Mistress Ashlynn laughed.  “You don’t understand, do you?”

 

Brittney whimpered, not willing to take Pavement out of her mouth long enough to speak.

 

“You need more of them inside you than you had before, you stupid slut.”

 

It was surprisingly hard to think, but after a moment, the answer came to her.  When she had Vickus deep inside of her, with one of his powerful thrusts, she took both Pavement and Garnet into her mouth at the same time.  She had to hold her mouth open nearly as far as it would go, and her jaw ached as she took them both inside.

 

As soon as she did, though, she knew she had followed instructions properly.  The release she felt like she had waited her whole life for overtook her instantly.  She rocked and shook, her toes curling and her mind blanking.  The demons laughed at her again, but she didn’t care.  She came harder than she had yet.  It flowed through her, and she wasn’t even sure who came with her, filling her with more buzzing essence.  It left her light headed and tired.

 

She was exhausted, but she had to go on.  If she stopped now, who knew how long they would leave her alone.  She couldn’t risk it.  Britney’s core blazed with lust.  It was a pulsing need in the centre of her, flaring outward.  Only the fleeting, half cruel touch of these demons eased it.

 

Brittney shivered with anticipation as she waited for the next demon, wondering how they would continue.  Vickus had no intention to stop fucking her ass, at least if his constant thrusting was any indication.  She wasn’t going to lift herself off Taput if she could help it, and kept swirling her hips against him.  Every time he let out a happy little grunt it sent a thrill through her.  She wasn’t sure how she would fit a third cock in her mouth, with Garnet and Pavement already there, but she was willing to try, if it meant she would come again.

 

However, instead of bringing in a new demon, Vivian, the golden demoness, straddled Taput’s face.  From her breathing, and excited squeals, Brittney was sure Taput must be licking her slit.  Vivian leaned forward, skillfully staying out of Pavement and Garnet’s way, and began to kiss Brittney’s collarbone.  Her lips trailed their way down her chest, and soon she was sucking on one of Brittney’s hard nipples.  She would nip playfully at them, with a pain staying just inside the right side of pleasurable.  Vivian’s tempo matched the demons already fucking Brittney from all sides, her lips never straying from Brittney’s skin.

 

Slowly, those golden lips worked their way down Brittney’s stomach.  Vivian’s rough tongue began to slide around the base of Taput’s cock.  She teased the lips of Brittney’s pussy as it devoured his shaft, long and spectacular laps intensifying the motion.  When Vivian found her clit, Brittney’s breath caught in her throat.  Her whole body shook, and she moaned around Garnet’s cock.  Her mind was empty of anything but sensation.  Her body screamed out for release, but no matter what Vivian did, she couldn’t cum.

 

Then Vivian turned around, laying down on top of Taput.  Her mouth met his, and Brittney found herself jealous.  She wanted to be the absolute center of attention, and if Vivian played with him, it meant she wasn’t focused on Brittney.  Brittney currently had Garnet deep in her mouth, and she let go of the base of his cock.  She ran her fingertips down the gorgeous definition of the lean muscles on Vivian’s golden back.  Her fingertips traced the spine, and Vivian leered back.  Her gaze was driving Brittney wild.

 

The demoness reached back, and Brittney lifted herself up a little bit, assuming Vivian wanted to stroke the base of Taput’s cock.  The edge of Vivian’s fingertips kept teasing her pussy lips, and she couldn’t see what she was up to, but she enjoyed every fleeting second of her touch.

 

Her eyes went wide when she felt the base of Vivian’s Tail press against her cunt.  She was already so full of Taput, but Vivian’s tail insisted, pressing against her.  Her world started to collapse into pressure, and she felt like she was being stretched.  She was certain it should hurt, but little by little, more of the golden tail entered her cunt.  She ached, and she had never been so full.  Every breath was a gasp, and every movement, every hand on her skin, every thrust into any of her well used holes re-centered her universe on the newest, most amazing sensation.

 

More and more of the tail went into her, and Brittney found herself spreading her legs wider, trying to make space.  She was surprised to find that Vivian could thrust with her tail, and she was using that motion to push it further into Brittney’s aching cunt.  Having what amounted to two thick cocks inside of her, Brittney lost herself again.  She let the mounting pleasure radiate through her.  Every muscle quacked, clenched, and relaxed.  Greedily, she pulled however she could and each member, filling herself with more of the buzzing fluid.  She was suspended, floating in pleasure for a brief eternity.

 

She was bouncing between her playmates when her thoughts returned.  She might have passed out.  It could have been a second, or an hour, she wasn’t sure.  The last bit of her rational mind wondered how she could still be desperate to cum.  She didn’t know how much she could take.  She ached everywhere, with exhaustion as much as lust.  She prayed she would be able to stay with it long enough to cum at least once more.

 

She shuddered with excitement as she felt Mistress Ashlynn’s hands spread her ass cheeks wider, and felt the head of her tail head towards her anus, pushing its way in above Vickus.

 

***

 

Lisa walked into the prison in her bathrobe, escorted on the arm of Erostopholes.  They reached the door, which didn’t need unlocked.  The locks only applied to the prisoner.  The Master reached out his demon hand, and pushed the heavy wooden door open.

 

Lisa was shocked at what she saw.  Ashlynn had her legs wrapped around Vickus, and they’re mouth melded, as his cock and her tail pounded into a grunting mess of a horny slut.  It took Lisa a moment to recognize her brother’s ex-fiancé.  Brittney bounced away on Vivian’s tail and Taput’s dick.  Brittney could barely keep her eyes open, they were so lidded with lust.  Her lips worshiped Garnet and Pavement mindlessly, and they chuckled as she sucked them off.

 

Lisa was so used to the mean glare that always seemed to hide just behind Brittney’s every expression, seeing her reduced to this animal state was too much for Lisa.  “Get off her!” she ordered.  She was surprised when every demon obeyed, scrambling out of reach of Brittney.

 

For her part, the blonde girl looked up confused.  She searched for them, and then turned to Lisa and Erostopholes.  Her eyes were glazed with lust, and her mouth hung open slightly, forming an “O” that was almost cute, but Lisa found she was still mad.

 

“Let them come back,” Brittney moaned.  “I’m a dirty slut, and they need to punish me.”  She was coated in sweet, and laid on the floor, her hand creeping down between her legs.

 

“No, this is done.  Give me the keys,” she said to the Master.  He nodded, and handed her the metal ring.  Lisa went to the door an unlocked each lock.  “You’re free, Brittney.  Go home.”

 

“But,” Brittney said, shaking her head in confusion, “I’m supposed to be here, because of what I did.”

 

“You can leave,” repeated Lisa.  She was fuming, and she wasn’t sure who she was upset with.  It was too much, seeing someone she knew so changed, reduced to such an animal state.

 

“I will deal with this,” Erostopholes said.  “Vickus!  Lead the Lechomancer back to her door.”  The biggest of the demons nodded, and came forward.  Lisa finished opening the locks on the door, and then dropped the keys on the stone floor.  They clattered and echoed.  She followed Vickus, with a quick, angry look over her shoulder.

 

“I know you,” Brittney said, looking up at Erostopholes as Lisa left.  The big blue demon grinned at her.  “You’re the guy!  The one who I cheated on Mike with!”

 

He shrugged.  “The Lechomancer said you can leave.  You’re not a prisoner here anymore.”

 

Brittney ran her tongue across her lips.  “So I have to go?”

 

“No one said that.  There’s just no lock on the door.”

 

“What… what happens if I stay?”

 

“You are not a prisoner, so we can only do what you ask us to do to you.”

 

“And if I asked you to punish me?  To use me however you wanted?”

 

The demon stepped forward.  “I think you should try that.”

 

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Lechomancer Curses 9: Vengance

When her phone buzzed for the fifth time in twenty minutes, Lisa sighed.  She looked down at Vivian, face buried between her legs.  Viv’s kisses were desperate, knowing if she could get Lisa off, the intense build-up of her own urges would be instantly released.  “Give me a moment,” Lisa instructed.  Vivian nodded, mouth agape, face slick.  Her pet looked disappointed.

 

The messages were from Lisa’s sister, Erin.  Lisa snorted a little.  Erin had been short with her since Lisa had started fooling around with Vivian a few months earlier.  Erin felt betrayed that her straight best friend would start dating her sexually repressed sister.  She had no idea that Lisa wielded otherworldly powers, or that Vivian had been transformed into a reality-hopping succubus.

 

Normally, Lisa would have just ignored Erin’s text.  She was tired of trying to come up with excuses about why she and Viv were hanging out alone, and skipping the sexual nature of their encounters.  However, this time Erin’s texts had a frantic tone.

 

“Call me.”

 

“This is important.”

 

“ASAP.”

 

“Seriously, Lisa, call me.”

 

“It’s about Michael.”

 

Lisa sighed.  “Fine,” she said to the phone.  She squirmed a bit away from Vivian.  “I need to make a phone call.  Go take a shower.  You can cum in there.”  Vivian’s lips curled into a quick smile, and she rushed down the hall to the bathroom.  Lisa hit the button to call Erin.  “Hey, Erin, what’s up?”

 

“I was worried you weren’t going to call,” Erin half shouted.  From the background noise, Lisa could tell Erin was driving, and she was through the car audio system.

 

“Look, I know things have been a bit weird lately.  I’m figuring some stuff out and …”

 

“Yeah, that’s great for you,” Erin said dismissively.  “Listen, I’m heading out to Mom and Dad’s.  Michael’s there.  Looks like the engagement is off.”

 

“Seriously?  What happened?”  Lisa sat upright, concerned.

 

“Mike came home and found Brittney in bed with someone else.  She tried to tell him it was his fault for working so much.  He called off the engagement, but she kicked him out and threw all his shit in the yard.”

 

“She kicked him out?”

 

“You know our brother.  He’s kind of a push over.  I’m proud he had the balls to call off the wedding.”

 

“I know.  Good for him.”

 

“Look, maybe you should come home this weekend too.  He needs support right now.”

 

“I have a shift tomorrow,” Lisa lied.  She glanced over at the bedside table where she had her Book.  “I’ll be done at noon and then I’ll head up.”

 

“Okay.  Thanks.”

 

“It’s family.  It’s nothing.”

 

“What am I hearing in the background,” Erin asked.  Lisa glared at the hallway.  Vivian was a screamer, and it sounded like she was doing alright in the shower.

 

“Just the T.V.  See you tomorrow.”  Lisa hung up before she got any questions too awkward to answer.  She rolled across the bed, and then knelt, reverently opening the drawer containing The Incubi Prince.  While Lisa had read it cover to cover, she had learned that the pages of the book could change.  The first time she read it through, there hadn’t been any curses, but lately, she constantly opened to new ways to punish someone.

 

Lisa headed over to the mirror.  “Master,” she called into it.

 

“Yes?” came his voice from her bed.  She turned and found him sitting, the covers draped across his human form’s waist.

 

“I need a curse,” she said, keeping her eyes downcast.  He motioned for her to come closer, and lovingly stroked the side of her face.  She melted against him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest, one of her legs thrown between his.

 

He kissed her forehead.  “Of course, Pet.  We’ll find one for you in your book.”

 

“I need the worst one,” she growled into the perfect curve of his shoulder.  “I’ve never been so angry.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“My brother’s fiancé cheated on him.  I want to make her pay.”

 

“Well, there’s this,” Erostopholes said softly, taking the book from her hands.  She began to trace her fingers across his stomach, lovingly redrawing every line of his lean form.  “It’s called the Curse of Banishment.”

 

“What would it do?”

 

“It would send her to my castle, and leave her as a gift to my subjects.”

 

Lisa grinned.  “For how long?”

 

“Until you release her.”

 

Lisa giggled evilly, and sat up, as the Master took her through the spell.  She curled up against him, let herself get lost in his voice.

 

Just after midnight, Lisa stood in the second story hallway of her townhouse, by the gothic blue door that glowed with a menacing pulse.  Every time she passed through it, she was a little terrified.  She had a leather satchel with the supplies the spell called for, and she waited for the Master.  He was infuriated when she went through alone, and always walked her through the door when a spell required going to the Otherside.

 

Erostopholes appeared, looking human, wearing a black silk housecoat, which fell to the floor, unlike the one she wore that fell mid-thigh.  “Come along,” he said with a lopsided grin.  She stepped through to door, into a mirror image of her upstairs hallway.  She followed Erostopholes closely, as beyond this, the Otherside was strange.  Doors didn’t lead to the same place twice, and the Master claimed there were things here that were dangerous to her.

 

Lisa walked right beside him, adjusted the strap of her bag, and then wrapped both arms around Erostopholes’s elbow.  She pressed her chest against his arms, and smiled slightly to herself when her touch gave him a moment’s pause.  He let her stay, wrapped around him, as he continued onwards.  They walked through a long hallway with furniture covered with sheets, through a door that had them outside, along a starlight battlement, and they reached the base of a tower.

 

The door had six locks, and from the pocket of his robe, the Master produced a thick key ring.  He handed it to Lisa.  “You would lock her away.  Seal the keys.”  Each key was ornate, metal, and cold to the touch.  The Book said each key must know an intimate touch to keep a mortal imprisoned.  Lisa held the first key reverently in her hands, and handed it to the Master.  The next, she kissed, and let it linger on her bottom lip.  The third, she traced down her neck, and opened the belt of her robe, to allow her to slide it between her breasts.  The forth ran down her stomach.  The fifth she slipped between her pussy lips.  The sixth pressed against her asshole.

 

Erostopholes nodded appreciatively as he placed each into its lock.  The door shimmered and vanished.  He took her hand and led her inside.  The tower held a canopied bed in the center of a tall room.  The moon shone onto the bed.  All around the walls were various restraints: manacles, stocks, rope on pegs.

 

“We now anoint the Caster of the Banishment,” Erostopholes called out to no one in particular.  Lisa nodded, and slipped out of her robe.  One thing about the Otherside she liked was that it was never too cold to be nude.  She reached into the bag, and pulled out the bottle of massage oil she had brought.  The Book had said she needed to be anointed with oil, and she wasn’t sure what it originally meant.  Her choices were massage or cooking.

 

The Master stood behind her, gathered up her dark hair, and pushed it over her shoulder.  She held it out of his way as best as she could.  He drizzled the cool oil directly from the bottle across her shoulders and the back of her neck.  With his strong hands, he began to rub in into her neck.  Then he stroked it down her arms, massaging as he went, all the way down to each finger.  He added more oil and began to rub it into her back, his fingers teasing around at the edges of her breasts.  He knelt to work the oil into her buttocks, and down her legs.

 

He turned her around, and she saw he had taken his blue demon form.  The oil was held in his tail, as he splashed it across her upper chest.  His fingers were rough, almost frantic as they played against her breasts, taking the liberty to pinch her hardening nipples.  His hands rushed down her stomach, across her hips, and down her legs.  Then, his teasing fingers gently pressed the oil against the lips of her pussy, teasing her until she moaned.  “Eyes,” he warned, as he brought his hands up and carefully applied it to her face.  She closed her eyes, and leaned into each gentle stroke, across her forehead, down her cheeks, his fingertips carefully painting her lips.

 

She looked down at her slickened form and smiled.  She shone in the moonlight.  She wanted a mirror to admire herself.  She let her hands trace up and down her sides, slick to the touch.

 

“We now name the Jailors of the Banished,” Erostopholes announced.  She needed to name each demon who would be able to punish Brittney in this room.  She dug through the bag and pulled out her list.

 

She didn’t want to forget a single one.

 

“Ashlynn and Vivian!” she called out.  She wasn’t sure why, but she liked her Succubi best.  They appeared in the doorway, Ashlynn’s light purple and Vivian’s golden demon counterparts.  They bowed, and stepped inside.  To name them as Jailors, Lisa needed to bring each of them to orgasm.  If she did this as part of the ritual, they would have permission to use Brittney in anyway Lisa had let them touch her in the past.

 

Lisa led the two demonesses to the bed.  She laid Ashlynn down on her back, and spread her long legs, and started to kiss her inner thighs, the soft purple skin almost looking like marble in the moonlight.  Her lips traced their way up, and soon she was letting her tongue play against Ashlynn’s pussy lips.  The demon arched her back and moaned.  “Vivian,” Lisa called.  She arranged the golden Succubus on top of Ashlynn, stomach to stomach, their tits pressed together.  It didn’t take any encouraging before they were kissing, Vivian’s fingers entangled in Ashlynn’s hair, forcing her to look where she wanted.

 

With long strokes of her tongue, Lisa could pleasure them both.  She teased them both, her fingers deep inside Ashlynn, who moaned, especially when she circled the hood of her clit with a thumb.  She buried her tongue deep inside Vivian, who thrust back with her hips, desperate for more.  They were a chaotic mix of impossible skin, a beautiful storm on the bed.

 

Lisa was caught off guard when Vivian’s tail slapped across her cheek.  Lisa laughed a little, and grabbed it with her free hand, gently stroking it.  Succubus tails, in their demon forms, were exceptionally sensitive, as well as phallic.  Lisa had been fucked breathless by the tails of both demonesses, and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought to play with them when trying to get these two off.  She kissed the head of Vivian’s tail, who groaned happily.  Lisa slipped it deep into her mouth, deep-throating as much of it as she could.  Ashlynn squirmed against her other hand, and Lisa did her best to keep teasing her, but Vivian’s tail had a mind of its own.  It was fucking her face, and Vivian’s moans were getting more and more like the screams she let out during orgasm.

 

Moments later, the tail twitched in Lisa’s mouth.  She pulled it out quickly, so that all of the Essence that emerged from the tip wouldn’t be shot down the back of her throat.  She was just in time, and the clear, rose scented liquid that spurted forth fell mostly on her tongue, although a few strands lashed across her chin.  Her mouth and her face buzzed.  The substance was an aphrodisiac, and she was somewhat immune, but her core was already on fire, and she was having trouble not cumming herself.

 

She held the Essence in her mouth, and returned her attention to Ashlynn.  She still squirmed, her legs spread wide, bucking her hips against Lisa’s fingers.  Vivian flipped around, so that her cunt was now hovering over Ashlynn’s mouth.  Like a good Succubus, the purple demoness would kiss and tongue Vivian between her moans.

 

Vivian looked Lisa in the eyes as she ran her tongue along Ashlynn’s clit.  Lisa knew from experience that the demon tongues were almost rough, and it was a nearly mind shattering mix of sensations to have one playing with her pussy.  Ashlynn bucked desperately.  Vivian purred.  “You should see this slut, with a mouthful of my cum.”

 

Oh, Lisa thought, you’ll pay for that one later.  But Viv’s words made Ashlynn squirm more desperately.  Lisa speed up, pulling her fingers in and out of Ashlynn’s desperate valley.  Lisa reached under Ashlynn’s ass, and found her tail, snaking it out.  She stroked it, and ran it across her lower lip.

 

“You should see this,” Vivian said, her eyes cruel as they drank Lisa in.  “She’s a messy little slut, running your tail through my Essence.”  Vivian’s tongue teased along the edge of Lisa’s fingers.  Ashlynn squealed with joy.  “She wants it, you know.  She wants you to spurt across her face, into her mouth.”  Her tongue flicked Ashlynn’s clit.  “Tonight, she’s your little fucktoy.”

 

That was all Ashlynn could take.  Her hands dug into Vivian’s firm ass, pulled her down against her screams of pleasure, which set Vivian off again.  Ashlynn’s tail twitched in Lisa’s hand, a strand of clear essence across her cheek.  Lisa hurriedly closed her lips over the tip of the cock shaped appendage, and caught the rest in her mouth.

 

Leaving them in a pile of pleasure on the bed, Lisa headed back to the bag.  She pulled out a metal bowl she had brought, and spit the Essence in her mouth into the bowl.  With gentle fingers, she took the strands from her face and added them to the bowl.  After all, she would need it for later in the ritual.

 

“Taput!  Garnet!  Pavement!” she called out for the next set of demons on her list.  They appeared at the door of the tower, bowed, and entered.  Like the Succubi, each of the male demons had a counterpart out in the real world.  She had some idea about what happened with Ashlynn and Vivian, but she didn’t know what happened to the guy from the bar, Garett, or Mike when she played with their demons.  She wondered if they knew, if they dreamed about her when she fucked their hellish counterparts.

 

Thinking of the conditions of the spell, she told the demons “You may restrain or tie me in any way you desire.”   Pavement, whose skin was the colour of wet concreate at midnight, rushed off to examine the restraints.  Garnet, a dark purple demon, unlike the near marble colour of Ashlynn, saw something he liked and hurried directly for it.  Taput the last demon, painted with glowing green tattoos, smiled with his mouth hanging open at Lisa.

 

“Lay down, Taput,” Lisa instructed, pointing at the floor.  The demon nodded and did as he was told.  “We have a bit of a problem.  Even when we were teasing Amber, I don’t think you’ve ever fucked me in the ass.  We’re going to need to correct that before we bring Brittney here.”  Taput chortled.

 

Lisa looked at Taput’s thick, throbbing member.  She hovered over him, leaning back to line him up with her waiting asshole.  Carefully, she let his head press against her rear entrance.  Her palms were flat on the cold stone by his knees.  Carefully, she took lowered herself onto him, watching him groan as more and more of his member slipped into her.  The pressure took her breath away, and she had to stop.  She needed to make sure she didn’t cum yet.  As soon as she did, she couldn’t name anymore Jailors.

 

And she wanted every Jailor for Brittney she could get her hands on.

 

Slowly, carefully, she took more and more of Taput in her ass, clenching her teeth, careful not to enjoy the sensation too much.  Lisa had taken him to the root, and was grinding, watching the demon below her edging as well, in an agonizing pleasure of trying to ensure it didn’t stop.  He bucked his hips, carefully, fucking deeper into her ass, but when it made her laugh with joy, it seemed to make the demon reconsider.  He just let her ride him, and tried to hang on.

 

Garnet returned, and he had a metal collar, with a thick chain worked through a link, like an oversized leash.  He smiled as he clapped it around Lisa’s neck.  She smiled and nodded.  She definitely wanted him to put this on Brittney.  Then Garnet spread her thighs a little wider.  She leaned back more, trying to give her access to her desperate cunt.  She tried to focus on the fact that she didn’t want to cum yet, but it wasn’t easy.

 

Garnet pressed the head of his cock against her, and ran it between her lips, grinning at her.  His eyes were starving for the touch he was denying both of them.  Lisa bit her lip, and her eyes smoldered with need.  He grunted, and started to push his cock deep into her.  She was soaking wet, and he slid deep inside her with a single stroke.  As he thrust, she rocked back towards him, squeezing Taput with her ass.  He started to breath heavily.  Meanwhile, Garnet placed his hands on top of hers on the floor, their fingers interlocking.  As he filled her with his long cock, his breath escaped by her ear.  Soon they were breathing in synch, exhaling together each time he drove deep into her.

 

Taput roared, and his hands grabbed Lisa’s waist as his hips bucked.  She felt him twitch inside of her, and then spurt his Essence into her ass.  Garnet refused to slow down, stretching her, mounting ecstasy taking her breath away.  She freed one hand from his and stuffed a finger in her mouth, biting on it to ensure she didn’t finish yet.

 

She rose, getting off of Taput, her balance risked by Garnet’s fucking.  He wrapped a hand under her ass, and then pulled her on top of him.  She wanted to tell him to stop, to give her a moment, but if she did that, Brittney might be able to stop him.  Lisa couldn’t have that.  “Vivian, come here!” she ordered, in her well-practiced Mistress voice.

 

Vivian rushed over.  “Yes?”

 

“I need you to get Taput’s cum from my ass.  I need it in my mouth.”

 

Vivian nodded.  Garnet’s hands were around her shoulders, holding her tight to him as he thrust deep between her legs.  Vivian placed one firm hand on the small of her back, pushing her against Garnet.  With her other, she spread Lisa’s butt cheeks apart.  The Succubus’s tongue was long and felt slick yet ribbed as it pushed its way into her.

 

Lisa screamed out in pleasure, but kept her concentration, holding back, just a little longer.  Vivian’s tongue pushed deep into her, licking up the Essence.  Lisa rode Garnet more slowly as Vivian worked.  She tried to distract herself from how intense the sensations were.  Her toes were cold, her body was drenched in sweat and oil, and she had to focus on breathing, just breathing, not to get lost in the strange double penetration on the stone floor of a moonlight tower.

 

When Vivian finally withdrew her tongue, Lisa gasped.  She started to ride Garnet a little faster, and he had developed a wicked smile.  She wondered what he was up to.  A slap across her face broke her reverie.  She touched her stinging cheek and looked up at Vivian, who carefully held Taput’s Essence in her mouth.  That’s another thing she’ll pay for, Lisa thought.  She opened wide and stuck out her tongue.  Vivian spat the vicious liquid into her waiting mouth.

 

Pavement had now returned.  He had gathered a series of restraints from around the room.  He put cuffs around her wrists, and ran a rope through the metal rings on the cuffs.  He did the same with her ankles.  Then he started working on a complicated rope harness.  Lisa was a bit confused, but somewhat thankful, as it distracted her from Garnet.  He tied her calves to her thighs, and then undid it.  He tied her hands in front of her, then behind her.  He wrapped rope around her waist, her hips, her chest, and even feed some between her legs, in between Garnet’s thrusts.  Pavement wasn’t generally the smartest of these demons, but over the next several minutes, he quickly tied her in a series of configurations, and then let them go to tie the next. Planning for his time with Brittney.  Garnet never missed a thrust.

 

The last configuration Pavement tied had her arms over her head, straight up to the elbow, and then bent her wrists back down to her neck.  He pulled down on it, forcing Lisa to arch her back.  Lisa grunted, and ground down against Garnet.  This was his breaking point, and he pulled her tight against him, and burst inside her.  “Vivian,” he called.  “This whore needs cleaning.”

 

Vivian’s eyes were fire as she walked forward.  Lisa was surprised to watch her obey Garnet, but she slid off him, and Vivian started lapping the essence up between her legs.  That strange tongue against her was about to drive her over the edge, but Vivian watched her carefully.  “Not yet.  Not yet.”  Viv slowed down reluctantly, and watched as Lisa catch her breath.  It was hard for Lisa, with Essence in her mouth and her cunt.  It buzzed, and lit her skin on fire, but with nothing thrusting into her for a moment, it was enough to hold back.

 

When Lisa was breathing evenly again, Vivian drove her supernaturally long tongue into her, and Lisa shrieked and nearly lost it.  Vivian held her legs apart, ran her fingernails along her thighs.  Her tongue massaged inside Lisa, and Vivian purposefully brought her right to the desperate edge.  The room was starting to fade, and she was thrusting herself against the golden demoness’s face.

 

At the last second, Vivian pulled away.  Lisa was slapped again, and she glared at the Succubus.  Vivian smiled and spat another load of demon cum in her mouth.  Lisa carefully held it there, and was about to head over to the metal bowl.

 

Before she could move, Pavement grabbed her shoulder.  He took the rope that held her arms over her head, and ran it down, between her ass cheeks.  He pulled it through her legs, and she realized there was a series of knots in the rope, which rubbed against her as he pulled it through her legs.  He lifted it up, and brought the end of the rope through the ring on the iron collar.

 

She quivered as he pulled the rope trough, and the knotted length brushed against the lips of her pussy.  The rope was softer, smoother than she would have expected, seeming more silken than hemp.  It was also soaked with the oil all over her, her sweat, and other bodily fluids.  He pulled the rope through until her back was arched uncomfortably but not painfully, and tied it off.

 

Then, with his forefinger and his thumb, he turned her face to look at him.  He slapped Lisa’s cheek with his cock, and then began to stroke.  “What are you…” she tried to say, around the mouthful of precious Essence she needed to get in the bowl.  He shook his head, and put his free hand on her forehead, forcing her to look upwards as he continued to jack off.  Every motion moved the knots against her, and she quivered.  Quivering moved the knots along her slit.  She tried to stay still.

 

Pavement placed the head of his cock against her lips, stroked twice more, and spurted another load into her mouth.  She nodded, and then started to stand to go to the bowl.  “No!” Pavement shouted, and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.  “Crawl.”

 

Lisa looked up at him and then slowly nodded.  On her knees, she worked her way over to the bowl.    With her arms stretched over her head, she had to assume he didn’t mean on all fours.  Every step was another threat, another struggle to hold back her aching body from giving in, from moving her arms and finishing herself with the clever little knots.   Lisa wanted to cum so desperately, but she was on a mission.  She focused on what she had to do next.  She reached the edge of the bowl, and let the Essence slide in, mixing with what she had already harvested from the Succubi.

 

She laid on the cool floor for a few moments, catching her breath.  Lisa did her best not to move.  She couldn’t afford the joy of the rope.

 

“Vickus!” she called, her nose wrinkling.  She hated the corpulent demon, whose human form was a cab driver the Master often used.  She had only ever been touched by him once, when the Master had punished her.  He was disgusting.

 

He was perfect for Brittney.

 

“Erostopholes!” she called.  Sure, she wanted Brittney to have to fuck Vickus, but Lisa didn’t want to have to focus on her own encounter.  The Master would have free reign, and knew how badly Lisa wanted to punish her almost sister-in-law.

 

Vickus’s hairy form appeared in the doorway, and he bowed and entered.  He came up to Lisa, and grabbed her ankle, dragging her a bit away from the bowl.  With her hands still tied, she couldn’t find any purchase.  He laid her on her side, so that one leg was on the pulled out along the floor.  He threw the other over his shoulder, so that it was straight up.  With surprisingly careful fingers, he spread open her lower lips, moving the rope to the side.  He put the head of his cock against her, brushing gently against her aching cunt.

 

“Beg me.  Beg me to fuck you or you can’t cum.”

 

Lisa loved the idea.  Brittney would have to beg Vickus.  It was so horrible it was perfect.  “Please, fuck me.  Please fill me up and make me cum.”  The demon smiled at her, and pushed the thick head of his cock into her.  With a swirl of his hips, he pushed deeper and deeper into her, holding her leg against him.  She felt his bulbous stomach against her thigh, the hair of his shoulder at her ankle, his thick fingers trickling up and down her thigh.  She didn’t want to admit how amazing it felt.

 

With an almost hypnotizing rhythm, he fucked her, filling her more completely than Vivian’s tongue, or Garnet or Taput had.  At the end of each stroke he grunted a little, and then began his slow exit.  He was warm, and when he was filling her completely, her mind was nearly blank.  When he started to pull out, she hated it, only able to think about how he was about to fill her up again.

 

The Master grabbed her head.  She looked up at him, shocked to see him there.  As a demon, his skin was midnight blue, and while he had a large cock as a man, here it was enourmous, nearly as thick as a soda can, at least nine inches long.  Lisa wasn’t sure, but she thought it might actually change size.

 

Moving her head tugged on her collar, and teased her with the knots.  Erostopholes laid his cock on her face, and she turned her head, letting the rope tease her clit.  She licked the length of it, up and down.  She took the tip between her lips, and that was what he seemed to be waiting for.  He grabbed the length of her head, and thrust deep into her.

 

Erostopholes and Vickus matched each other, stroke for stroke.  She was either perfectly, euphorically filled form both ends, or terribly empty.  She struggled against her bonds, her back arching, her tits pressed forward, encouraging Vickus to paw at them.  She could tease her clit by shifting her hands slightly, and she kept running the rope across it.

 

Vickus thrust deep into her, but didn’t pull out this time.  Instead, he started twisting his hips, moving deep inside her.  Her breathing was frantic through her nose.  She knew she was at the end.  She was going to come any moment.  Vickus rocked in her, pinching her nipples, thumbing the rope against her clit.  She felt him start to twitch, and her legs were shaking.

 

Instants before she started to cum, Vickus pulled out of her, and Erostopholes did the same.  They forced her up onto her knees, and she opened her mouth.  Lisa stared hungrily up at them, sticking her tongue out flatly.  Every inch of her was on fire.  Both demons blasted cum into her mouth, and she caught what she could.  Their Essence burned hotter than the others, and as it sparkled against her tongue, her world started to swim.  Some trickled down her chin, and across the curve of her tits.  She managed to crawl over to her bowl, and add it to her collection.

 

The Master picked her up, and put her knees over both of his strong shoulders.  His hands pressed against the small of her back, and his tongue slide into her.  Like Vivian’s, but thicker, he lapped against the walls of her pussy.  After waiting so long, it was heaven.  She smashed her cunt against his face as best she could, pushing off his hands, pulling herself forward with her legs.  The rope continued to tease her.  He devoured her, and she shrieked.  She was worried she would lose her balance as everything seemed to dim, as every muscle in her body fired.  She rocked dizzily, trying to keep herself against that magic tongue as long as she could.  She crumpled, and if Erostopholes hadn’t caught her she would have fallen off his shoulders onto the stone floor.

 

She laid, panting, aching pleasantly.  She wasn’t sure who untied her arms, but she rubbed her wrists.  It would probably leave a mark, but that mark would be a pleasant reminder until it faded. She wasn’t sure how long she enjoyed the afterglow, the warm floor, but eventually she heard the Master call.  “Lechomancer,” he said softly.

 

“Hmm.” She forced herself to sit up, and she crawled, this time on her hands and knees, over to her bag and bowl.  She wasn’t sure she could stand if she wanted to.

 

The spell called for the likeness of the one to be Banished burnt in effigy.  Erostopholes had assured Lisa that a picture of Brittney would work.  Lisa held a half photograph, one she had cut her brother out of, announcing their engagement, over a barbeque lighter.  The ashes tumbled into the bowl.  Next she needed to add something that had once belonged to the Banished.  Last Christmas, Brittney had bought her a cheap bath set she had never used.  She crushed a bath salt into the bowl.  As it hit the surface, the whole mixture shimmered, and turned crimson.

 

Taking a paintbrush from her bag, Lisa dipped it in the crimson bowl.  She drew a large pentagram on the floor.  In the center, she wrote “Brittney Ava Kane”, another spell that used a full name.

 

Lisa struggled to stand.  Her legs were still shaking, and she was deliciously sore.  “By this Rite, I do Banish thee to this cell.” Now all she needed to do was set the conditions of capture.  “The next time she is to be alone for twelve hours, bring her here, and begin her Banishment.”

 

The demons cheered.  Lisa smiled, and found herself gloating as she laid back on the cold stone floor.

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Lechomancer Curses 8: Submission

Ashlynn was almost leering at Amber.  “Ready?”  Ashlynn was waiting by the door in a short trench coat, her legs bare despite the fact that it was November.  She looked like a flasher, and Amber wouldn’t have been surprised if her roommate was naked underneath.

 

“No,” Amber sulked, her hands in the pockets of her jeans.

 

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Ashlynn asked.

 

Amber had on peach button up shirt on over her jeans, just normal clothes for a normal day.  She wasn’t going to give Lisa the satisfaction.  She shrugged, and grabbed her coat.  She stepped out of their dorm and headed down the stairs.

 

It was a few blocks walk to Lisa’s, and Amber was in step behind Ashlynn, who seemed to thrive on the attention every man they passed lavished her with.  Not only was the coat so short it barely covered the curve of her ass, Ashlynn had also buttoned it so that her cleavage blossomed out the front.  Amber could see the goosebumps all over Ashlynn’s exposed skin.  Ashlynn showed no signs of noticing.

 

Ashlynn led them to a block of town houses.  She knocked on the door and they waited.  Amber found herself looking around, and realized a bunch of the neighbours were staring at the two of them.  They had knowing looks on their faces.  What the fuck went on at this house?  Apparently, the whole neighbourhood knew, and now they knew she was part of it.

 

Lisa threw open the door.  Her dark hair curled across her shoulders, framing her face.  She was shorter than either of the college students, and she had to tilt her head slightly to look them in the eye.  She held a glass of white wine lazily in one hand.  She was wearing a scarlet nightie, which pushed the generous curve of her chest up, and was slit to show the sides of her hips.

 

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, a cruel edge in her voice.  “You’re already a bit of a disappointment.”

 

Amber shrugged.  “Look, I’m just here to surrender, so that you stop sending those guys.”  The thought of the irresistible men that Lisa apparently sent into Amber’s life made her blush, as she thought about all the places she had enjoyed them.  Half the volleyball team knew she had skipped last Friday’s game to fuck some guy in the hotel room.  She was just lucky no one knew it was two.  “So how do we do this?”

 

“Well,” Lisa said, opening the door wider and stepping aside.  “Come inside first.  Unless you want to do this on the porch?”

 

Amber glanced around, and saw the neighbours, pretending not to watch the girls on the step.  She hurried inside.  Ashlynn followed her, and as soon as the door closed behind her, she slipped out of her trench coat.  Underneath it, she wore a lacy black bra and matching panties.  They melted to her curves.  Her jet black hair was halfway down her back.

 

Amber was more than a little surprised that she found her tormentors as attractive as she did.  She wasn’t usually interested in women.  She wasn’t sure if it was the way they were dressed that intrigued her, or if it was her newly found attraction to shame that was starting to set her skin on fire.

 

Under the fire of Lisa’s glare, Amber steeled herself.  She hated losing, and she wanted to find a way out of this.  She glared back.  “What do you want?”

 

“You’re here to surrender to me,” Lisa explained, looking away.  “And so far, you’re only making me … irritated.”

 

“You’re the weirdo who wants my ‘surrender’.  I’ve got no clue what that even means.”

 

Lisa shrugged.  “First, take off … this.” She disdainfully motioned at Amber’s clothing.  Amber screwed up her face, and then let her coat slide to the floor.  Next she undid her belt, and slipped out of her jeans.  She was wearing everyday cotton panties underneath, and that seemed to make Lisa’s jaw clench.  “This is taking too long,” Lisa announced.  “Ashlynn, help her.”

 

“Don’t you dare!” Amber shrieked, as Ashlynn grabbed a handful of her shirt in either fist.   Ashlynn ignored her, and ripped her shirt off, buttons flying everywhere.  Ashlynn tugged the shirt down off her shoulders, and off her arms.  Instinctively, Amber crossed her arms over her pert breasts, held in with a grey sports bra.  Ashlynn grabbed either side of her panties, and pulled them down, squatting in front of her as she did.  Amber grudgingly stepped out of them.  Ashlynn reached for her sports bra, and Amber slapped her hand away.

 

“Ashlynn, wait.” Lisa said calmly.  “It appears Amber has changed her mind.  She’s free to go if she wants.  We’ll just send Vickus to meet her tomorrow.”

 

Amber wasn’t quite sure what she meant when she said Vickus but the scowl of disgust on Ashlynn’s face told her more than she needed to know.  Whatever that meant, she didn’t want that.  “I’m … I’m sorry,” she said softly, and pulled her last garment over her head.

 

“That’s better.  Now, I want you to crawl.”  Lisa watched Amber, impatience festering in her eyes.  Amber got down on her hands and knees.  She blushed even harder when Lisa tapped her thigh and said, “Heel.” Amber was embarrassed to obey, and ashamed at how much she was enjoy this.  She crawled along, following Lisa’s ankles into a living room.

 

On the coffee table, three leather collars were laid out.  “I’ve decided to take us back to the beginning,” Lisa explained.  “You started all this when you decided to humiliate Ashlynn for her collar.  Now, you’re going to select one of your very own.  Choose carefully, pet.  You’ll be wearing it a lot.”

 

Amber swallowed.  Her skin was electric, and only partly from the cold air in the room.  There was a black leather collar with a round tag that said “Bitch”, a pink plastic collar with a heart shaped tag that said “Skank”, and a red collar labelled “Whore.”  Amber immediately decided against the red one.  She was considering them when a hand collided into her ass, sending a reverberating smack through the room.  She yelped a little, and tried to hide how much she enjoyed the sting.

 

“I don’t have all day,” Lisa complained.  Amber nodded, and Lisa drew back and smacked her bottom again.  “Don’t just nod at me.  You owe me an apology.”

 

“Sorry,” Amber said softly.  After a moment, another smack.  “I mean, sorry, Mistress.”

 

“Better,” Lisa said.  “Now,” and a smack “Hurry,” and a smack, “Up!”

 

Amber found herself nearly cooing, not quite sure what was wrong with her.  Every inch of her skin begged to be touched.  She felt dirty but free, just doing whatever she was told.  She pointed to the “Bitch” collar.  “I want this one.”

 

“Fitting,” Lisa said with a nod.  “Put it on.”

 

Amber picked it up, and ran her hand along the leather.  There was a five pointed star in a circle opposite the buckle, etched into the leather on the inside, which seemed strange to her.  She decided it was the least strange thing, and fit it around her neck.  Carefully, she closed the buckle.

 

She felt a tickle on the back of her neck, right where that star in the circle was, but she shook it off and ignored it.

 

“Alright, Bitch,” Lisa spoke down her nose.  “Come and kneel before me.”  Amber crawled over to her on all fours, and then knelt, looking up at her spiteful captor.  “Good.  Tell me again, why are you here?”

 

“I’m here to surrender.”

 

Lisa’s fingers grabbed into the collar and pulled it tight, causing Amber to gasp.  Lisa slapped Amber’s face, just a quick tap, which stung more pleasantly than Amber would ever admit.  “Remember who you’re speaking to.”

 

“I’m here to surrender, Mistress.”

 

“Good.  It learns.  So, you don’t want me to send my … friends to find you anymore.”

 

“No Mistress.”

 

“You want to know when they’re coming to find you in advance.”

 

Amber blushed again.  She didn’t want the strange men Lisa was sending to stop.  She just didn’t want them to appear at inconvenient times.  “Yes Mistress.”

 

“And if I stop sending them to you as surprises, so that no one can find out what a dirty little bitch you are, you agree to do what I say?”

 

“Yes Mistress.”

 

“You’ll follow my orders without question?”

 

“Yes Mistress.”

 

“And you understand if you break this pact, I’ll send someone to fuck your brains out in the middle of one of your stupid volleyball games?”

 

Amber found herself momentarily lost in the thought, thinking of the guy from her psychology class, picturing him pinning her to the ground in the middle of a gym full of people, ripping off her shorts, and plowing her in front of an audience of over a thousand.  Her breathing picked up a little, but she managed to squeak out a “Yes Mistress.”

 

The back of Amber’s neck began to tingle, right where the star on the collar touched her skin.  She didn’t think much of it.  She dared a glance up at Lisa.  Amber felt exceptionally vulnerable, there on her knees, before the older woman, completely naked.  To her surprise, Lisa’s hand was gentle on her cheek this time.  She found herself leaning into the warm, soft touch.  “Then I accept your surrender, by these terms.”

 

“Thank you, Mistress,” Amber half-whispered.  Lisa began to stroke Amber’s face, softly.

 

“Now,” Lisa said, “I think it’s time you began to apologize to Ashlynn.”  Amber nodded compliantly, thinking this was the best idea she had ever heard.  Lisa wrapped her fingers under the collar, and pulled Amber along, who had to scamper, naked, across the floor to avoid being choked.  Lisa led her new plaything over to the edge of the couch.  Ashlynn was sitting there, one knee hugged up by her face, the other leg low on the floor.  “You’re going to make her cum,” Lisa instructed.

 

Amber nodded.  Carefully, timidly, she climbed her way up her roommate.  Ashlynn’s eyes were stormy, and Amber didn’t know what she would do if Ashlynn wouldn’t let her obey the Mistress.  She hovered over Ashlynn, feeling her warm skin, hearing her breath.  Tentatively, she leaned in, and brushed her lips across Ashlynn’s.  Ashlynn’s lip ring was colder than she expected, and she sat so very still.  Amber pulled back and looked into her eyes.  Ashlynn sat there, waiting, holding her breath.  Amber kissed her again.  As she started to pull away, Ashlynn nipped forward, and grabbed Amber’s lower lip with hers.

 

It was all the permission Amber needed.  She pulled Ashlynn closer to her by the back of her neck.  Her hand trailed over Ashlynn’s soft, smooth stomach, enjoy the feel of the navel ring under her thumb, then sliding her hand up to cup one of Ashlynn’s magnificent breasts.

 

Amber’s lips slid down Ashlynn’s body, worshipping her.  She kissed her neck, as Ashlynn stared up at the ceiling, kissed her collarbone under the strap of her lacy black braw, kissed the heaving curve of her breasts, the soft slope of her stomach, the pierced valley of her navel, the top of her hips, down across the lace of her panties, where she burned for more.  On her lips and tongue, through the lace, Amber felt the heat radiating out of Ashlynn, whose breathing started to come faster and faster.  The fabric covering her slit was completely soaked.

 

Just as Amber reached up to slide off Ashlynn’s underwear, Lisa’s voice echoed through the room.  “Not like that.  Use your mouth.”  Amber glanced over her shoulder at Lisa, her eyes wide and watering.  Of course she would use her mouth.  Why had she ever considered anything different?

 

She tried to grasp the fabric with her lips, but Ashlynn was writhing with passion, and the panties were too tight for her to get a good grip.  She needed to clench the silk in her teeth.  She grabbed the band on one of Ashlynn’s hips, and tugged downward, trying not to lose her own balance, or be kicked in the face by Ashlynn, squirming on the couch above.  She pulled it partway down her roommate’s thigh, and then reached up and grabbed the other side.  After a couple of tugs on each side, she had worked them down to Ashlynn’s knees.  Then she took the crotch in her mouth and pulled it clear.

 

“Good,” Lisa said, placing a hand on Amber’s shoulder.  Amber couldn’t help but nuzzle against it.  The Mistress’s approving fingers sent sparks down her spine, and her fingers wandered towards her clit.  “Open wide.”  Amber did, sticking out her tongue.  The Mistress pushed something large, black, and rubber into Amber’s mouth.  Her jaw almost ached to hold it.  “You may use your hands.  Get that soaking wet and then put it into Ashlynn.”

 

Amber nodded, and set about her task with relish.  She reached up, and realized it was a large black rubber anal plug, almost as big as her hand.  The base of it showed a little purple cartoon devil tail.  She took as much of it into her mouth as she could, opening wide, but she couldn’t handle the whole length.  Then she glanced up at Ashlynn.  Ashlynn had one arm thrown over her face, covering her eyes.  The other hand was between her legs, fingers sliding in and out of her shaved pussy.  She was coated in sweat.

 

That’s when Amber realized how wet Ashlynn was.  She leaned forward, between her roommate’s splayed thighs, and began to rub the plug between Ashlynn’s spread lips.  Accommodating, Ashlynn spread her fingers wider, and let Amber tease her with the toy.  As Amber spun it against her, she licked the far side.  She noticed Amber glancing down from under the shade of her hands, and groaning happily at the sight.  It spurred Amber on, and she began to lavish the tip, and the far side of the toy with her mouth, while slowly spinning it against Ashlynn.  Soon it glistened with Amber’s spit and Ashlynn’s juices.

 

The black rubber shone, and Amber ran her hand over it, making sure it was slick to the touch.  Then she gently pushed Ashlynn’s leg’s further apart, one over the arm of the couch, and the other sprawled out across the cushions.  As soon as the tip of the toy touched her asshole, Ashlynn went wild.  “Fuck, yes, yes,” she yelled out, her back arching, her body begging.  Amber carefully obliged, slowly pushing the plug into Ashlynn.  Hungrily, the other girl thrashed, trying to speed up the process.  Amber couldn’t believe Ashlynn could handle the thickness slowly disappearing into her.  Ashlynn’s toes were curled, her whole body thrashing in an excruciating ecstasy.

 

The thickest part of the toy slipped into Ashlynn with a loud moan.  Ashlynn’s hands were knotted in her own hair, her head thrown back in a pleasant agony.  Her breasts heaved with every desperate breath.  Amber leaned forward, and placed her hands on Ashlynn’s inner thighs.  She pressed against the smooth skin, and almost held her roommate down.  Her tongue started to tease Ashlynn’s clit.  Each little flick sent a tremor through Ashlynn’s taut body, but she stayed trapped at the edge of orgasm.

 

As she licked, Amber was surprised by the buzzing of her tongue.  Ashlynn smelt faintly of roses, and Amber found herself more and more turned on the longer she played.  Every time Ashlynn shook, the beauty of her curvy, thrashing form struggling against Amber’s ministrations excited her more and more.  Soon, she was teasing her own cunt as she licked away at Ashlynn, her own legs starting to shake as she knelt on the floor.

 

No matter what she tried though, Ashlynn wouldn’t finish.  She licked her clit, darted her tongue into Ashlynn, kissed the lips of her pussy, slipped her fingers to massage Ashlynn from inside, but nothing brought her over the edge.  Amber was getting close herself, squirming against the hand she pleasured herself with.  Her thumb traced little circles around the hood of her own clit, with two fingers sliding in and out, quicker and quicker.

 

Finally, Lisa slid along the couch beside Ashlynn.  Ashlynn, eyes closed and whimpering on the edge of passionate release, searched blindly for the Mistress.  Lisa grabbed her face, and kissed her deeply, possessively.  Ashlynn started to buck against Amber’s face, and Amber was forced to hold her down with both hands.  Lisa whispered something to Ashlynn, and she screamed out in release.  Ashlynn struggled to push her cunt against Amber’s face, taking the two fingers and tongue inside her as deep as they could go.  The rosy smell strengthened, and Amber found her whole body shaking, ready to cum herself, as she lapped away at Ashlynn.

 

As soon as Ashlynn’s bucking subsided, Amber’s other hand started to sneak back down to her own pussy. “Look at this dirty little bitch,” the Mistress said.  Amber flicked her eyes upwards, for a moment, but quickly looked at the floor when she saw the cruel smile plastered on Lisa’s face.  Ashlynn was a glorious, sweaty mess, with her hair plastered across her face, panting in the afterglow.  Lisa chuckled, and Amber knew she was in trouble.  “Did anyone say you could touch yourself?”

 

“No … No Mistress,” Amber said meekly, reluctantly taking her fingers away from the edges of her inner lips.

 

“So why do you have your filthy fingers in your pussy, Bitch?”  Blood rushed to Amber’s face as she was chided, and she found herself excited by the shame.  She had to admit to herself, she liked to be called names, to be told what to do.  Her stomach warmed, and the ache between her legs got stronger.

 

“No answer?” Lisa scoffed.  “Come here, then.”  Her fingers clamped around the leather collar, and she dragged Amber across the coffee table.  Her hips were at one end, and her stomach and tits pressed against the cold glass.  She yelped a little at the surprise the chill sent through her body.  The Mistress slapped her lightly, just a quick reminder of what was expected.  The faint stinging on her face quivered down her spine, sending a jolt of warmth through her whole body.

 

“I think you still owe my pet Ashlynn for the trouble you’ve caused her.  So she’s going to be the one who decides if you get touched or not.”

 

Ashlynn extricated herself from the couch, and slipped behind Amber.  She took one of the two collars Amber hadn’t chosen, and started looping it around one of the legs of the coffee table, and Amber’s thigh.  Ashlynn cinched it closed and buckled it shut.  At its widest setting, the collar barely went around her leg and the coffee table leg.  It bit into the flesh of her thigh a little, a sting that was more pleasant than Amber wanted to admit.  Taking the other collar, Ashlynn strapped Amber’s other leg to the other side of the coffee table.

 

Amber couldn’t remember having felt more exposed.  Her legs were spread a little wider than was comfortable.  The gentle mound of her cunt peeked out, just over the edge of the coffee table.  The next thing she knew, something soft wisped across it, feather light.  She yelped, shaking to her very core with ecstasy.  She wasn’t sure what it was, unable to see as Lisa still gripped the collar.  It wisped by again, and she shrieked, half-surprised, half-pleasure.  On reflex, she lifted herself up off the table as much as she could, and both hands flew back to cover her exposed pussy.

 

As soon as she did it, she knew she would be in trouble.  The Mistress tsked, and Amber found herself shaking.  The worst possible thing Amber could think to do right now was upset her.  “Use those,” Lisa told Ashlynn, who stopped whatever she had been doing a moment earlier to drive Amber wild.  She stepped away, and when she returned, she grabbed one of Amber’s upper arms, and pulled her fingers away from her slit.  She wrapped some sort of padded cuff around her wrist.  Then she feed a thin metal chain through the collar around Amber’s neck.  Then she cuffed Amber’s other wrist.

 

The chain was long enough that it was still taunt when she had her fingertips brushing the bottom of her shoulder blades.  If Amber tried to pull her wrists any further down her body, the tension pulled on her collar too much, and she started to choke herself.

 

Ashlynn returned to whatever she had been doing before, brushing something soft and light just around the edges of Amber’s begging slit.  She tried to lean back into it, but Lisa’s vice grip on the collar kept her from squirming back.  Ashlynn teased her until she was dripping.  The realization that she was so wet and exposed made her face burn, and only heightened her enjoyment.

 

The Mistress sat down, with her ass just on the edge of the coffee table.  She spread her legs a little, her knees by Amber’s shoulders, her heels resting on the coffee table on either side of Amber.  Lisa hiked up her nightie, revealing her own pussy.  She tugged on Amber’s collar, inching her forward so that her mouth was deep between her legs.  Amber’s every breath teased Lisa.  “I think you should thank me, for your new life.”

 

When she blushed again, the Mistress’s smile widened.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

 

“I think you know what I meant,” Lisa chided.

 

Amber began to explore the Mistress, wishing her hands were free.  With gentle laps, she worked her tongue between Lisa’s lips, searching deeper into the warm crevice.  As she probed Lisa with her nervous tongue, Amber felt the hand in her collar let go.  Then both of Lisa’s hands wrapped into Amber’s honey hair, and pulled her deeper between her thighs, bucking against her face.  Amber did her best to please her new Mistress, paying careful attention to every shudder and moan.

 

Firm fingers spread Amber’s pussy lips further.  Ashlynn hadn’t touched her in a few moments, and she was surprised when the tip of something buzzed against her cunt.  Ashlynn had strapped on a vibrator, and was sliding it slowly into Amber.  When three inches massaged inside her, making her pant into Lisa’s pussy, an open hand smacked down onto her ass.  It took her breath away, and made her legs shake.

 

“Don’t you dare cum without permission,” the Mistress ordered.

 

Amber nodded and whimpered.  She continued to lick Lisa.  It was hard to concentrate, as Ashlynn, thrust into her from behind, with long, steady strokes.  She guessed the toy Ashlynn was wearing must be nearly eight inches long.  Each time Ashlynn pushed it all the way into her, she would grab Amber’s hips, and grind a little.  The warmth of her roommate’s skin against Amber’s exposed ass cheeks, the surrender of her complete control was driving her wild.

 

She did her best to hold back as Ashlynn continued, tried to focus on pleasing Lisa.  It helped that Lisa guided her, tugging in her hair to redirect her attentions, moaning and telling her when she was doing well.  Amber’s face was slick with Lisa’s juices.  The Mistress seemed to enjoy this, and pulled her face back to examine it.

 

“You are a dirty Bitch, aren’t you?”

 

“Y … yes Mistress.”  Ashlynn’s thrust interrupted her, but she did her best to remain focused.  As Ashlynn pulled out, she gave Amber another little smack on the ass.  Her checks were starting to burn red.

 

“I want you to beg.”

 

“Please Mistress.  I w…want one of th…ose toys Ash…lynn got.”  When she said this, Ashlynn slowed for a moment, and then spanked her several times in succession.

 

“You’re a long way off from that, Bitch,” Lisa said sternly.  Amber tried to nod, but Ashlynn pushed back into her in a much quicker stroke, and then kept grinding deep inside her.  She could barely do more than pant.  “I like Ashlynn, so she gets the best toy.  You, you’re being punished.”

 

“Puh.. please, Mistress,” Amber begged, barely able to keep her eyes open.  “Let m…me c…cum.”

 

“Why should I?”

 

“I cah..can’t take i…it any…any…more.”  Ashlynn was thrusting deep, with a firm slap on her ass, grinding, and pulling out with another spanking.  Her whole body was shaking, her whole mind was going blank.

 

“What do you think Ashlynn?” the Mistress asked.

 

“I think … you should … let her …” Ashlynn said between thrusts.  “If … she wears… her new … necklace home.”

 

Amber looked wild eyed at Lisa.  She couldn’t wear this Bitch collar outside.  She’d be so humiliated.  Then things got worse, as she imagined people staring at her, judging her, thinking she was a dirty little fucking whore.  She blushed deeper than she had before, and could barely breathe.  The idea of that was too exciting, all those people picturing her getting fucked like a little slut, just like this.  She was worried she would disappoint the Mistress and orgasm any second.  The toy buzzed deep inside her.   She pulled a little, and the manacles let her choke herself a little with the collar.  She was becoming light headed, and was nearly to the point of no return.

 

“Well?” The Mistress’s sharp tone cut through it all.  She wasn’t sure what would happen if she accidentally came without permission, but now she didn’t want to find out.  She eased up on her choking, and did her best to ease away from Ashlynn.

 

“Puh … Please.  I’ll … do … any … thing…” she begged, desperate tears welling in her eyes.

 

“Swear to it.”

 

“I … suh … swear … it!” she mumbled.

 

“Fine.  Finish her, Ashlynn.”

 

Ashlynn grabbed one of her wrists and tugged it up higher, between her shoulder blades.  In surprise, Amber jumped up a little, and Ashlynn had a new angle to get even deeper into her aching pussy.  The edge of the toy brushed her clit.  Everything faded away in an explosion of passion.  She was screaming into the glass of the coffee table, pulling her other wrist down to try and hold the toy to her clit, choking her even more.  Her whole body was weightless and vibrating.

 

When Ashlynn let her go, and pulled out, she panted on the table.  The edges of her vision were still blurry.  She waited nearly a minute before she felt like she could move.

 

The Mistress had stood up from the table.  She could hear the sound of Ashlynn and Lisa kissing behind her.  Amber struggled to turn her head.  “Can you … can you help me up?”

 

“Yes,” Lisa said.  “But not yet.  You’re being punished.”

 

“I thought I was just punished …” Amber pleaded.

 

“Mmm,” Lisa thought, “Not enough.  You’re going to stay down here while we go upstairs and play for a bit.”

 

Amber struggled for a moment against her bonds, as she heard them walk away.  She couldn’t get either of her legs free from the legs of the coffee table.  She couldn’t get her hands down to them with the manacles arching them behind her back.  She started to choke herself long before she got close.  With a great deal of struggle, she could rise upright with her back arched and her arms and abs aching, but it didn’t help her to get free.

 

Just when she was about to give up, Amber heard someone coming down the stairs.  “Oh, thank god,” she said as Amber came back into the living room.  Her roommate grinned at her cruelly.  There was a buzzing sound, and Amber realized Ashlynn was holding an egg shaped vibrator, wrapped in a piece of duct tape.

 

“What are you doing?” Amber pleaded.

 

With an evil grin, Ashlynn taped the toy to the edge of the table, right below Amber’s clit.  If she didn’t stick her ass up in the air as high is it would go, the toy buzzed against her.  If she brought herself to the arched back standing position, she would be pressed hard against it.

 

“Have fun,” Ashlynn purred.  “But if I were you, I wouldn’t cum without permission.”

 

Amber pleaded with Ashlynn to come back, as her roommate happily bounded back upstairs.  After a moment, Amber went silent.

 

A few minutes later, her back ached from keeping away from the toy.  She started to wonder, how close she could get to cumming without crossing the line, before the Mistress returned.

 

After a few minutes turmoil, she decided to find out.

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Lechomancer Curses 7: Too Little Too Late

 

In the hotel, she went up to the front desk.  The guy working there was young, probably a local university student himself.  Amber walked up to the counter with the front of the hoodie closed, and tried to act normal.  “Amber Simmons,” she told him, not quite looking him in the eye.  “I’m with the Volleyball team.”

 

The guy smiled at her, and started tapping into his computer, looking for her reservation.  It was mostly handled by the school, and so she didn’t need ID or cash.  He hadn’t noticed she was mostly naked, and he worked away on his keyboard.  He was pleasantly oblivious.

 

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the bell over the door behind her ring.  For a moment, she thought about covering her ass, but it would mean opening the front of the shirt, and revealing herself to the clueless counter clerk.  “Are you fucking serious?” a happy voice called out behind her.  The speaker sounded youngish, and quite pleased.

 

Her face burned with shame as she stared at the counter.  The clerk glared at the newcomer.  “I just need my key,” Amber said quietly.  He nodded, and pulled out the blank plastic card with the magnetic strip.  As he encoded it, Amber could hear the shutter sound of a cell phone taking pictures.  She didn’t have to guess who the model was.  She felt herself starting to blush, but she also felt a tingle between her legs.  Almost unconsciously, she arched her back a bit, and pushed her ass out a little, to give the photographer a better view.

 

The clerk handed her the envelope with her key and the room number, and was about to go into some spiel about Wi-Fi, but Amber cut him off.  “Okay, thanks, goodbye.”  She turned, and kept her head down.  She pulled the hem on the back of the hoodie down over her ass.  The guy in the door, who had been taking pictures of her, just kept going, now getting her perky chest and her pussy.  She decided she only needed one of these guys to see her naked.  She hurried past him, and up to her room, 208.

 

She fumbled with the key, needing to escape, to get a door between her and the world.  It took six tries, but finally, the door unlocked.  She rushed inside, and threw the deadbolt, just to be sure.

 

Amber let out a long sigh of relief as she placed her back against the door and slide slowly down to the floor.  She started to laugh, now amused by her strange adventure.  Then she found her hand brushing up and down her stomach.  She thought about the man from the lobby, some desperate lonely bastard who would spend the night thinking about her.  He would probably play with himself while staring at those pictures of her.  The thought led her hand down between her legs.  She brushed her way along the lips of her pussy.  She was still wet, and there was an incurable aching need.

 

She shook her head, and shook off the feeling.  She didn’t need to do this.  She had escaped, whatever Lisa had planned for her.  It was time to get back to normal.  As usual, her bag had already been delivered to the room.  She pulled out the flannel pajamas she had been planning to sleep in, and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

 

As the warm water steamed against her, the need returned.  As she lathered herself up, she couldn’t help but pinch her nipples a little, to tease the soft skin on the back of her neck.  The showerhead was detachable…

 

Twenty minutes and another orgasm later, Amber was in her flannel pajamas, ready to play sick when whomever she would be sharing the room with got back from the game.  She hoped someone would pick up her stuff from the gym, or she would have to head back there tomorrow, to grab her clothes, purse, and phone.

 

Phone.  Shit.

 

She went to her overnight duffel, and saw the card from Lisa was still sitting on the top.  She pulled it out and headed over to the room phone.  She stared at it for a moment.  She needed to stop this tide of irresistible men ravaging her in public places.  She couldn’t resist them, but she wasn’t sure she could deal with the consequences if it got any worse than tonight.  She stared at the card, and then, her finger trembling, she carefully dialed the numbers on the ancient room phone on the night stand by her bed.

 

“Hello?” came Lisa’s voice through the heavy receiver, bored.

 

“This is Amber.  I give up.”

 

“Mmmm.  That’s nice.  Listen, Amber, I’m impressed it took this long, and I really want you to surrender to me in person.”

 

“I’m out of town.”

 

“Mmmhmmm. I know sweetie.  That’s why I tried to give you a chance before your bus left.  When you get home, give me another call and I’ll be happy to accept your submission then.”

 

“Wait, what?”

 

Lisa laughed.  “Well, the thing is, I’ve already made arrangements for you tonight.”

 

“No,” Amber’s voice cracked.  “No, it already happened.”

 

“Not all of it.  Not yet.”

 

“Please, can’t you stop it?  I can’t take anymore.”

 

“Oh, I can stop it.  But I won’t.  And I’ll decide how much you can take.”

 

“I’ll get caught!  I can’t get caught!”

 

“Maybe you should have listened to me when you had the chance, princess.”  Lisa laughed again, and then the phone went silent.

 

Amber’s hands were shaking while she hung up the phone.  She needed to find a way to get out of this.  She couldn’t get caught by the team.

 

The knock on the door sent chills down her spine.  She got up from the bed, and headed over.  Peering through the peephole, she looked through.  It was the guy from the gas station, and the stranger from the parking lot, looking right at her.  “No,” she whispered.  “Go away.”  Somehow, these two guys had broken through all her barriers, and fucked her in ways and places she never would normally agree to, and somehow Lisa was able to send them right to her room.  “Please go away.”

 

Gas Station shook his head, like he heard her through the door.  She tried to think of a way to escape, of what she could do.  She couldn’t let them grab her, and take her, fuck her senseless, making her their little slut, filling her up and … then she realized what she was doing.  Her fingers had slid down her stomach, and she had begun to tease herself, fingertips dancing across her slit.  She wanted them so badly.  She wondered what was happening to her.  She had never been like this before.

 

She licked her lips and glanced out again.  Gas Station’s grin was wide, and the Stranger ran his tongue along his teeth, his breathing quick, edging on desperate.  “If I let you in,” she whispered to the door, “Do you promise to be quick and get out?”  She knew, somehow, they would be able to hear her through the barrier.

 

They nodded in unison.  She sighed, and glanced at the clock.  Her teammates shouldn’t be back for at least an hour, and that was if they didn’t go anywhere or do anything after the game.  She just might get away with it.  Carefully, she unlatched the lock.

 

Gas Station surged through the door, and enveloped her into his embrace.  His hungry mouth met hers and their tongues entwined.  His coarse hands slide underneath the flannel top of her pajamas, bursting several of the buttons near the bottom.  His arms slide around her, skin to skin, and he pulled her close.  She was tight against his strong chest, nearly lifted off her feet.

 

As the door swung closed on its own, it locked, but Amber desperately wanted to throw the deadbolt and the latch, in case whomever her roommate turned out to be returned.  She tried to pull away from Gas Station, but he held her close.  She felt a new pair of hands, the strangers, running down her hips, whisking off her pajama bottoms.

 

When she finally broke free of Gas Station’s mouth, she was about to mention the door.  Just then, Stranger’s tongue ticked its way between her lower lips, and she gasped as it darted inside of her.  It was warm, and magical, and her toes curled with ecstasy.  All she could manage was a long moan.  She was pinned against Gas Station’s chest, his arms around her, his lips now working their way from her ear down the side of her neck.  They held her there, lips and tongues playing with her body, her vision almost blurring with pleasure.

 

It was nearly a tragedy, when the Stranger’s tongue crept away.  Her cunt ached for it, but he walked away, despite her whimpers of protest.  Gas Station scooped her up with a hand under her knees, and carried her towards the bed she had claimed.  She was only wearing the flannel top of the pajamas, and three quarters of the buttons were scattered on the floor.

 

Gas Station dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, and began to remove his pants.  She started to sit up, and he said sternly, “No, if you want us to stay, you have to get on all fours.”

 

Somewhere, deep in Amber’s mind, a voice of reason told her not to, that she didn’t want them to stay.  This was her out, and they would go, and she wouldn’t get caught, and this nightmare would be over.  It struggled to shout over the growing heat between her legs, the aching in her hard nipples, the beautiful lines on Gas Station’s hips, just below perfect, sculpted abs.

 

She got on all fours on the bed.

 

Gas Station laughed.  “Good.  Now show me how happy you are that we’re here to visit you.”  He sat on the edge of the bed, up by the pillows, stripped naked.  His powerful cock stood at attention.  She crawled towards it, and carefully kissed the head.  He quivered, and his fingers began to comb gently through her dark honey hair.  She turned her head to the side, and ran her lips down the shaft, watching him shudder with pleasure.

 

As Amber kissed her way back up, she felt the Stranger’s hands on her inner thighs, spreading them a little wider apart, and burying his face in her pussy.  His tongue plunged back deep inside her, exploring and driving her wild.  His hunger for her was almost too much, and she tried to squirm away, move a little forward on the bed.  He grabbed her by the waist and kept her in position, devouring her until her whole body shook.

 

Meanwhile, Gas Station guided her back up and she kissed the head of his cock.  She wrapped her lips around the head, and with both hands she stroked.  He almost purred as she did it, her saliva dripping down his length.

 

Behind her, the Stranger lapped across her outer lips, and his tongue then darted into her asshole.  It was hot, and she shook again.  She realized she loved it, the soft, smooth probing just into the tip of her, and she felt her face begin to burn.  She was supposed to be a good girl.  She wasn’t supposed to want some stranger to eat her ass while she went down on another guy.  Yet her she was, shaking with the joy of it.

 

His tongue went deeper, and she gasped.  As she did, the hands in her hair pushed her down, filling her mouth with most of Gas Station’s member.    She gasped a little around it, and then started to bob, up and down, decided she just needed to let go.  Each time she went down, Gas Station insisted a little more, pushing her head further down into his lap, having her take a bit more of his thick cock.  Each time, it felt like more than she could handle, and just when it got to be too much, he would stop pushing, and she would slid up his length, and gasp for air.  He would happily groan and then start pushing his cock back into her mouth.

 

Meanwhile, the slippery utopia continued to play in her rectum.  Her hips quaked, and she was no longer trying to escape the tongue in her ass.  Now, she was trying to press back, against its warm, slick ministration.  When it stopped, she glanced back desperately, hoping he would return.

 

The Stranger had other ideas, however.  She felt his hands, spreading her cheeks wide, and then felt the head of his cock against her.  She was soaked with his spit, but there was a building pressure as he guided his cock into her ass.  She held her breath for a moment, scared, and then relaxed, exhaling around the dick in her mouth.  The tip pressed against her, and then slipped in.

 

It was like her world exploded.  She groaned, and Gas Station took the opportunity to bury his dick deep into her face.  The Stranger slide into her, further and further, inch by inch.  She couldn’t believe she was doing this, and couldn’t believe how much she loved it.  Her whole body was vibrating.  The length of him was her whole world.  He buried himself all the way into her, and she moaned.

She looked back at him with a smile.  “Please, do that again.”  He grinned at her, and wrapped his strong hands around her hips.  The head of his cock pressed against her again, and her legs shuddered.  She relaxed, and felt him slid into her with a slow certainty.  Her eyes rolled back with the feeling of it.  He started to pump, back and forth, and her breathing came in short little gasps.  She was so lost to the sensation she barely noticed when Gas Station lifted her head up and began to slide his cock back between her lips.  In perfect rhythm, they filled Amber from both ends.

 

The Stranger began to pick up speed.  She was so consumed, she nearly lost her balance.  Gas Station grunted angrily.  The Stranger pushed her knees further apart, and then grabbed one of her arms, and twisted the wrist to the small of her back.  He pushed her down on the bed, with her ass high in the air.  He started to fuck her, faster and faster, and she could barely squirm.  Gas Station kept her mouth full of his member, and she had no control.  She was a prisoner of the sensation.

 

Her eyes were rolling back in her head.  There was nothing but the pleasure, the nerves in her ass, devouring all of existence.  He started to pull out, and she gasped for air.  The sensation was all consuming, and she shook to the core of her being.

 

 

The Stranger pulled out, and rested his long cock between her ass cheeks.  He twitched, and hot cum squirted across her back, tingling in ropes where it touched her skin.  Each strand lit her on fire, making her ache for more, to feel them inside her, touching her, using her up.  She moaned, and Gas Station grabbed the back of her head, and thrust deep into her throat.  His dick twitched.  His seed spurted out, and she greedily swallowed it.  It went down like a shot of whiskey, warming her, making the ache worse.

 

He pulled out, and a little bit of his seed tumbled down her chin.  She smiled lazily up at him.  She wanted to say or do something, but she was a little ball of need.  Her thoughts wouldn’t form beyond the desire for more.  He smiled back.

 

They flipped her over onto her back.  The Stranger came around to the head of the bed, and his long dick was warm against her cheeks, the bridge of her nose.  She thought about how dirty it would be, to suck the cock that had just been in her ass.  Gas Stations fingers spread her open at just that moment, and the head of his thicker cock pushed into her pussy.  She gasped with pleasure.  “Yes, fill me up!  Fill me with your dirty cocks!”

 

The Stranger grinned and tilted her head back.  He slowly started to push himself between her lips, rocking back and forth as he did.  She tilted her head back, opening her throat.  Meanwhile, she was being hammered into by Gas Station.  He pushed her knees further and further apart, and spread her wider and wider.  His thickness filled her up, and then, for a terrible second, she was empty, the needy void left behind as he started to pull out.  Then, he would fill her up again, and she would moan again, and squeeze as best as she could with the walls of her vagina, trying to keep him inside her, to no avail.

 

They fucked her from both sides.  The wrongness of it took her breath away.  She wanted nothing more than to be used, to be thrown about by these perverts, to make them as desperate for her as she was for them.  Gas Station pawed at her chest, pinched her nipples, and pressed her knees into the bed.  The Stranger kept her head tilted back, plunging deep into her throat, his ball bouncing before her eyes.

 

Gas Station pinched at her nipples again as he continued to crash into her.  The Stranger ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it off her face, as he pushed deeper and deeper down her throat.  Soon, their rhythms started to match.  Gas Station became a little gentler.  The Stranger speed up a bit more.  They would push into her, and it felt like they were meeting in the middle of her.

 

Her vision got a little hazy, and the whole room started to fade away.  She was almost outside herself, as she started to shake from the very center, cumming harder than she ever had before, thinking about the thick cock smashing into her, the dick just out of her ass barrelling down her throat.  As she started to cum, she could feel both of them unleash inside of her, filling her with more of their strange, tingling hot seed.  Her back arched until it ached.  She pushed against each of them as hard as she could.  It was hard with her legs spread to nearly the splits, but they realized what she was tempting, and pushed back against her.

 

When it stopped, she gasped for breath, as The Stranger pulled out, and let the rest of his jizz dribble onto her forehead.  Gas Station painted her stomach with a grin.  Every inch of her was beautifully exhausted, a euphoria overtaking her.  She wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to move again.

 

The two men nodded to each other, and left her there, sprawled out on her bed, sweaty and spent.  They gathered their clothing and vanished into the night.

 

Amber smiled stupidly to herself.  She was numb and fulfilled.

 

At least, until she heard the door open.  With a shriek, she threw the covers over her head.  She peaked out from under the blanket to see Angelique coming in, Gatorade in hand, an unimpressed look on her face.  “Nice work, Simmons,” she sneered.  “We lost, while you’re here, doing …” Angelique sniffed, and the disgust on her face grew.  “Fuck.  Why are you even on the team?”

 

Great, Amber thought, deflated, what the fuck do I do now?

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Lechomancer Curses: The First Curse

Lisa was admittedly paying less attention as she should have as she rushed out between two cars to cross her street in the middle that morning.  Her neighbourhood was usually quiet, and when the BMW charged down the street, she was caught like a deer in the headlights.  Moments before it hit her, someone tackled her to the ground, in the slushy street.  The car whizzed by inches away.

She looked up, happy to see Erostopholes, currently in his human form, handsome and smiling his half smile.  “You are okay, aren’t you pet?”

“Yes,” she said, standing up, looking at the ruined white pants she was wearing.  “But that fucker just about killed me.”

“Come inside,” he said.  “We may be able to do something about this.

***

Taylor screamed when those strange eyes appeared in her rear-view mirror.  Purple skin surrounded golden eyes, glaring at her hungrily.  She accidently stomped on the gas.  Then she looked at the street, and she would have hit the girl crossing if someone hadn’t knocked her out of the way.  She didn’t need this today, so she kept going, hurrying to work.

***

Lisa hung up the phone.  Josh, her boss, hadn’t been happy to learn she was too shaken up from her near death experience, and she would be late.  She didn’t really care, as she could control him easily at this point.  She hoped into the shower, to clean the cold from her, and was disappointed the Master didn’t join her.  He had been … distant, in the last week or so.  She had been so happy to see him this morning.

She thought for a moment of his fierce tongue roaming across her legs, teasing her, as his clever fingers explored her skin, tickling across her stomach and the small of her back.  She found her hands slipping between her legs, as she thought of those bright eyes, staring at her hungrily, as he mounted her, pushing slowly into her, making her beg for every inch of him.

She walked out of the bathroom and found the Master in her bedroom.  She was disappointed to see him still fully clothed in his suit, holding open the Book, the one which was supposed to hold all the magic she was entitled to due to her pact with Erostopholes.  “Here, pet.”

She crawled into his lap.  He put an arm around her waist and handed her the book.  As she read, he brushed back her dark hair, and began to kiss his way along her shoulder.  She was so happy he didn’t seem to be mad anymore, not like he had been after she had wandered through the Blue Door into his world.  “That’s nice,” she purred as his lips reached the base of her neck.

“You’re supposed to be reading,” he chuckled.  He waited until her eyes fell on the page before he pressed his lips against her skin again.

The Book described “The Curse of the Fetish.”  A Lechomancer could, through this particular curse, cause their victim to be turned on by an action or object of their choice, to “the point of pleasure at the moment of casting.”  The caster could then provide temporary or permanent relief at their desire.  There was instructions on a potion she apparently need to mix before she started the casting.

Her Masters lips were lingering on her collar bone, and his hands were starting to slide across her stomach.  “This is actually magic, isn’t it?” she said, trying not to get lost in his touch.

“There’s been magic before, Pet,” he said.

“Can we do this one now?” she asked.  “Before more kisses?”

He nodded.  The potion described in the Book required Ichor (or Essence, as she preferred to call the Demon ejaculate she kept in vials by her bed) and some spices she had in her kitchen for cooking.  She grabbed a bottle of Essence, and hurried downstairs.  It only took her about ten minutes to finish following the instructions.  She took the mixture upstairs in a coffee cup, and found Erostopholes, still a handsome young man in a suit sitting on her bed.

“So, I drink this, and then, when I’m about to cum, I speak my curse to the driver of the BMW?”

Erostopholes nodded.  “If you can manage it, if you curse her just before your climax, it will end up hitting her like a Demon Tail.”

“Her?” Lisa asked.  She raised an eyebrow.

“I saw the driver,” he said nonchalantly.  “A blonde woman.”

Lisa lifted the cup to her lips.  It didn’t taste bad, but it was a little gritty.  She swallowed it quickly, and felt the kick of Essence.  She was worried for a moment.  Essence was an aphrodisiac, and the last time she had seen the Master, he had removed her resistance to it, and let it drive her mindless with lust.  She hadn’t touched it since.  She felt a warmth growing in her, and her legs shook for a moment, but she was still herself.  She felt like she was glowing, and she set the cup down, and unwrapped the white towel she was wearing and let it fall to the floor.

Erostopholes smiled as he drank in her form, his eyes roaming up her legs, over her sex, up her smooth stomach, her round breasts, and his smile grew when their eyes met.  “I missed you,” she purred as she walked forward to him.  Her fingers slipped into the knot of the red tie he was wearing and pulled it apart.  She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his torso under his shirt, and slipped a leg over him, straddling his lap.

“I am here now,” he said, grinning his half smile at her.  She leaned forward, her lips apart, and stopped inches from him.  After months, she knew he would want her to wait.  His eyes burned into hers, and she closed them and waited, letting her hands slip under his suit jacket and pull it off his arms.  When it feel free, finally, his mouth came forward and met hers, and she melted a little.

Slipping out of his jacket sleeves, her wrapped his arms around her and started clawing at her back.  He didn’t break the skin, but he pulled her in close, and his intense finger tips sent waves of ecstasy through her.  She could feel him growing hard through his pants.  Without taking her lips from his, she started to desperately fumble with the buttons of his shirt.  He pulled her close to him, and her hands were pressed between them.  His tongue danced in her mouth.  With a gasp, she pulled away from him, and ripped his shirt off him.

For a moment, his eyes grew dark, and she thought she had upset him.  With both hands, he grabbed her firm ass and pulled her close to him, their skin electric as it met.  Her nipples pressed against his firm pecks, and her hands ran over his lean, muscular form.

“Master,” she said, and he held her close, his lips working up her neck while his hands guided her as she started to grind against his stomach.  “Master, please, I want you inside me.  I want to feel your strong cock pounding between my legs.  I want you to ravage me until I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’ve become such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear.  One hand slipped between her legs and began teasing her aching cunt with gentle strokes.  “Don’t you want me to be nice to you?  To kiss you between your legs?  To gently tease you, with my tongue and my fingers.”

“I am yours to command,” she moaned.  “But it has been too long.  What I want most if for you to throw me down on the bed, and fuck me stupid.”

She knew she had done well when she felt his cock pulse between her legs.  He laughed darkly, grabbed her by the waist and stood.  She wrapped her legs around him, and stole another hungry kiss from his lips.  When she pulled back, with a laugh, he tossed her roughly on the bed.  She slipped her hands between her legs, and slipped a hand inside her aching pussy as he tore off his belt and stripped out of his pants.  In any form, human or blue demon, his member was impressive: nine inches long and thick.

He grabbed one of her ankles and dragged her towards him as she squealed with pleasure.  Then he pounced on the bed, spreading her legs wide.  “Get out of my way,” he ordered, taking her hands away from her desperate pussy.

“Please Master,” she begged, loving the growing hunger in his eyes every time she did.  “Please let me play with myself.”

“That time is over,” he grunted.  He put one hand under the small of her back, making her arch, and with the other, he guided himself between her legs.  Then, with one violent thrust, he pushed all the way inside her.

“Oh my fucking god!” she screamed with pleasure.  “Please, fuck me hard!”

He settled on top of her, pressing his firm body against her, thrusting quickly and deeply.  Each one made her yelp with aching joy, loving the pressure as he pushed deep inside her wet cunt.  Her toes curled as she wrapped her ankles behind his thrusting ass.

She put a hand on his cheek.  “Please, fuck me hard,” she half whispered between thrusts.  “Hard.  Please.  Master.  Hard.  Deep.  Fuck.  Fuck. Fuck.”  She started to run her other hand through her hair, tugging at it.  He grunted like a monstrous animal, his breath warm on her ear, on the side of her neck.  She felt every powerful ripple, their skin melting against each other.  He was balanced on one hand, the other still under her, pulling her up against him.  She was barely touching on the bed, lifted up against his crushing passion.

He let her fall, and wrapped both arms under her shoulders, now pistoning deep insider her faster and faster.  The weight of him, holding her close, made her melt.  Her body was on fire, and the sound of his passion, grunting wordlessly was driving her wild.  “Yes!” She called out.  “Harder!  Faster! Fucking! Use! Me!”

She could feel her entire body tensing up.  She knew she only had seconds left.  She barely remembered what she was doing.  At the very last moment, she remembered.  “The Driver!  I curse! Her! Being in! A Moving Car! Will make her! Feel! Like this!”  All the heat of her body, all the sweat, every aching muscle, every happy inch of her skin pulsed for a moment, and she could swear she saw a blue light rise up above them, and then fly out the window.

But then Erostopholes crashed into her again.  She gasped, and her body started to shake.  She felt her pussy tighten around his enormous cock, her legs pull him in deeper, and hold him in place.  She shook with pleasure, and felt him start to quake.  His seed started to fill her, and being Essence, it crashed hard into her, making her shake again, pressing bucking body up against his, wrapping around him, shouting wordlessly in passion.

When her body finally stopped shaking, she put both hands on Erostopholes’ face, and kissed him.  “I wish we could watch that bitch suffer.”

He smiled his cocky half smile.  “We can.”

“How?”

“Anyone you’ve cast on can be found.  You can scry their location.”  He kissed her, and slide out of her, still hard.  He passed her the book.

Lisa felt herself grinning evilly.

***

Taylor pulled in to Wagner BMW dealership, and parked her car by the door.  She was a little shaken by almost hitting the girl, but she was much calmer as she stepped inside.  This was her kingdom, and she was invincible here.  She walked inside, her navy business suit tight, the skirt a little too shirt, the blazer buttoned tight to display her tanned cleavage.  She tossed her long blonde hair, smiled at the sales manager, and went back to her office.

She had started at Wagner when she was in high school, a cute teenager at the front desk, charming customers as they came in.  She had been the image of a perky blonde cheerleader then, bright blue eyes and long blonde hair, a tight little body with oversized breasts.  She had a glowing fake smile, and a grace that allowed her to show off her assets without appearing to be entirely aware that she was doing it.  It had always been her greatest gift; pretending her flirting, her touching, it was all by accident, and she never once got in trouble for it.  She just got what she wanted, time and time again.

The owner, Mitch Wagner, had always had a lewd eye on her, and a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday, Wagner had separated from his wife.  By the time she was nineteen, she was the new Mrs. Wagner, and she quickly became the top salesperson in the dealership.  Now, two years later, she made a small fortune in commissions every month, letting every rich businessman who came through think he had a chance to fuck her.  It rarely came to that, and she was way above target every month.  Some of the staff here called her a gold digger behind her back, and she would have worried more if it wasn’t true.

Taylor watched the front door, and as soon as a man came in, looking like he might buy, she hurried out to great him.  She hugged, instead of shaking hands, letting her press her chest against him, letting him get her scent in his nostrils.  She kept a hand on his arm, as she led him around, and found every instance to compliment him.  It wasn’t long before she convinced him he wanted to test drive the new 3 Series.

She made sure she was in the passenger seat before he climbed inside, carefully crossing her tanning bed golden legs so that her skirt strategically rode up.  She complimented his driving, made sure they “accidently touched” several times, and arched her back while staring out the window at every stop light, letting his eyes roam all over her.

They were sitting at a stop light, about halfway through the test drive, when Taylor saw something strange as she stared out the window away from the man.  “What is that?” she asked, lowering her large sunglasses.

“Huh?” The customer was busy staring at her tits, and didn’t see the glowing blue ball.  It came right at them, and shot into Taylor.

“Ahhhh,” she gasped as it flew into her.  Every part of her tensed, and then relaxed all at once.

“Are you alright?” the driver asked.

“Yeah,” she said, turning to him, and offering a broad smile.  “Fine.  Oh, we’re green.”  She put her sunglasses back in place, and watched the road ahead.

As soon as he gave the car a little gas, Taylor knew something was wrong.  As the car moved, she felt the vibration of the road crash into her.  It especially buzzed between her legs, like she had her favourite pink toy pressed right against her clit.  She gasped, and the driver pounded on the break.  “What?”

“Um…” she smiled weakly, “Nothing.  Sorry.  Let’s go.”  As he began to push forward, the sensation hit Taylor again, and she buzzed all over.  She was instantly wet, and her thighs were shaking.  Her nipples were hard, and prickled deliciously against the stiff fabric of her thin blouse.  Her legs were shaking, and she had to force herself not to moan.  Her breathing was laboured, and within seconds she was covered in sweat.

She ached, ached to be thrown down and taken right there.  She shook her head.  That wasn’t what she wanted.  She was with a boring middle manager of a customer, someone she was so disinterested in she couldn’t even remember his name.

The motion of the car had her toes curling in her shoes.  She jammed one hand in her mouth so she could gnaw on her fingers instead of screaming out with a need to just be fucked.  Her other hand wrapped around the seatbelt and tugged.  Her back was arching.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she panted, like an animal in heat.  “Can we head back to the dealership?  I’m… I’m not feeling good.”

“Of course,” he said, his beady eyes watching her hungrily.

As he pulled into the lot, Taylor nearly jumped out of the car.  She couldn’t handle staying there any longer.  She rushed inside, and asked the girl who had her old job “Is Mitch in?”  The girl shook her head, and Taylor nodded, and rushed into her office.

Even though one wall was a giant glass window that looked out onto the showroom floor, Taylor quickly slipped behind her desk, hiked up her skirt, and slide both hands between her legs.  She pictured her husband throwing her down, and ramming a thick cock, much bigger than what he had in real life, deep into her, again and again, while she begged him to treat her like a filthy whore.  With one hand, she circled the hood of her clit.  The other pushed three fingers frantically into her aching pussy, making her legs shake.  While the desk hid exactly what she was doing, when she started to grunt out a stuttering orgasm that shook through her, she was pretty sure at least a couple of sales guys and customers figured out she had just fingered herself in her office.  She stayed in her chair, panting, wondering what was wrong with her this morning.

She stayed in her office for the next several hours.  She was embarrassed to show her face on the floor, wondering who had her figured out.  She was also surprisingly unfulfilled.  She hoped Mitch would show up, and she could fuck his brain out in the president’s office in the back, out of view.  She ached, and she especially ached to be used, to be told what to do, to be thrown around.

Just before eleven, when Taylor realized she would eventually have to leave her office, they walked in.  The man was lean and handsome, poured into a tailored suit.  He had cruel eyes and a cocky half-grin.  She was … shit, it was the girl she had just about hit this morning.  She was short, with dark hair with a slight curl, and deep dark eyes.  Taylor instantly recognized the innocent way she stood, in tight white pants and a sweater that hung off her.  Taylor did that, emphasizing while pretending not to know.  She rushed out before they talked to anyone else.

“I’ve got this,” she waved over to the sales manager.  “Hi folks,” she grinned as she walked over.  Please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me she thought in her head.  “How can I help you.”

“We’re interested in an automobile,” he said. “A town car.”

The girl looked at him strangely, but Taylor breezed right past it.  “I’m happy to help,” she said, hiding her relief.  “I’m Taylor,” she said, offering her hand to shake.  It wouldn’t do to upset his girlfriend.  She wanted to stay on their good side, just in case she started to seem familiar.

“I’m Lisa,” the girl said, shaking Taylor’s hand, “And this is my Mast… Matt.  This is Matt.”

“Taylor, it is a pleasure,” he said, shaking her hand.  His touch sent a chill down her spine, but not an entirely unpleasant one.  “I want to know what it is like to ride in one of those.”  He pointed to the 7 series.  She started to go into her technical spiel, but they both seemed utterly uninterested.  “I don’t need to know how it works, Taylor,” he said dismissively.  She felt like she had disappointed him, and something about that felt terrible.  “I want to know how it feels.”

“Mmmhmm,” Lisa agreed, sounding almost too excited.  “I want to feel the hum of it out on the open road.”

“Oh, okay.  Well, we can do a quick test drive.”  She went to the sales manager’s desk and grabbed the keys.  She led them out to the waiting 7 Series in the lot, and handed the keys to Matt.

“I don’t want to drive.” He said handing them back.  “I want to ride.”

“You don’t want to know how it is on the road?”

“I have a driver for that.  Lisa, you drive.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.  Did Taylor hear that right?  Master?

Lisa crawled behind the wheel, and started adjusting the seat and the mirrors.  Taylor was instantly worried.  The girl reeked of new driver.  Maybe she shouldn’t let these two take it off the lot.

Her concentration was instantly broken as Lisa eased the car into reverse.  As soon as the motion started, it shot through her, arching her back, rushing through her tail bone, shaking her legs and buzzing at her clit.  “Mmmmm,” slipped out of her lips before she could stop it.

Lisa reached over and squeezed her knee.  “Are you okay?”

Taylor bobbed her blonde head, fighting back another groan.  Lisa’s grip, just above her knee, felt so good.  She just wanted Lisa to kept running her hand up her leg.

“I don’t want to accidently hurt the car,” Lisa said.  “Is there an area that’s less busy?  Maybe residential?”

Taylor managed to provide some quick directions, but Lisa kept the car creeping to the edge of the lot.  It was hard to concentrate.  She was having trouble breathing.  Her body ached to be touched.  She was just about to suggest going back when Matt reached forward from the back seat and put a hand on her shoulder.  “Taylor, you seem to be out of breath.”

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned, pressing herself against his fingertips. Her eyes were closed with pleasure, and she her hand reached up and grabbed his off its own accord.  She started guiding his fingers down to the exposed skin of her cleavage.

“You are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” Lisa asked, stopping the car at the edge of the lot.

The passion started to slip slowly away, but for the moment, Taylor could think.  “What?  What did you call me?”

Lisa took her foot off the break.  “You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you.”

Taylor gasped.  Lisa was right.  She wanted their hands all over her.  She would do anything for that.  She nodded.

“Master, will you strip this dirty whore of her clothes?”  The suggestion made Taylor shudder with joy.  Then fingers began guiding her out of her blazer, her blouse, her bra, her skirt and her panties.  Soon she was sitting naked in the passenger seat as Lisa slowly drove down an empty residential street in the middle of the day.

“You’re a filthy little whore,” Lisa told her.  She reached over and started tracing a hand over Taylor’s thigh.  It was electric, and she wanted Lisa to reach up and touch her desperate, wet cunt more than anything.  “You’re making a puddle on the seat, and I’m barely touching you.”

“Please, please touch me more,” Taylor gasped.

“First, admit that you’re a filthy whore.” Lisa stopped the car.  Taylor’s mind started to clear.  There were a couple of teenaged boys, coming up the street.  She yelped, an tried to duck down out of sight.  From behind her, Master … wasn’t that his name? … Master had wrenched on the seat belt, holding her in place.  Lisa’s fingers still tickled her thigh, and the her need was intense.

“I’m a filthy whore,” Taylor said softly.

Lisa used the electric button to roll down the window.  “Louder,” she said.  She let her hand brush against the lips of Taylor’s pussy, and she gasped.  She would do anything to have someone do more than tease her.

“I’m a filthy whore!” Taylor shouted.  Lisa started, and drove past the teenagers, who looked a Taylor’s desperate, groaning form in shock, grunting with pleasure as Lisa slipped her middle finger inside Taylor.

“Have you been in a car this morning?” Lisa asked, teasing her, only letting Taylor enjoy a single finger sliding slowly in and out of her.  She needed more, and she needed it harder.  She nodded, hoping Lisa would take pity on her.  “And no matter what you did, your need didn’t subside?”

“I fucked myself in my office,” Taylor said, feeling her face burn.  “And then I sat in there, dreaming of having someone fuck me.”

“And you understand, right away, that the only way that need will subside is if I let it?”  Lisa added another finger, curling them slowly into Taylor.  Taylor grabbed Lisa’s wrists with both hands, just to feel the motion a little more, rocking her hips gently to get a little more motion.  She nodded while biting her lip.  “Good.  Crawl into the back.”

There was an endless emptiness when Lisa took her wonderful fingers out of Taylor’s aching pussy, but as she undid her seat belt and crawled into the back, things were instantly better.  Master had removed his own pants, and he was sitting back there, with a giant erect cock, waving in the air.

“Oh my god,” Taylor gasped.  “Can I have that?”

“Only if Lisa lets you,” Master told her.  Taylor nodded.

“Master, I want you to fuck her face, while she presses her dirty little whole up against the glass.” Lisa said at a stop sign.

“What?” Taylor shouted.  The worst part was the idea turned her on, more than she cared to admit.  She wanted to feel the cool chill of the window against her hot cunt.  She wanted Master to use her face, to cum and then, maybe, relieve her of the emptiness between her legs.

“I’m not moving this car until you agree,” Lisa said, glaring at Taylor.  “You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

The words sent a delicious chill through Taylor.  She positioned herself, pressing her pert ass against the window, leaning and arching until she felt the cool glass against her lips.  The sensation brought her to the edge of cumming, and she felt her whole body shake, but no relief came.  She flipped her long blonde hair to one side, and then slowly started to lower her plump red lips towards Master’s enormous member.

Carefully, she licked the tip, and then wrapped her lips around it.  As she did, Lisa started to drive again, and the ecstasy was divine.  Her whole body shuddered.  She was getting closer.  As she felt Master’s hands slip through her hair, she knew she was about to be used.  The anticipation was too much, and she shook with what should have been an orgasm, rocking her body.  But still she was trapped at the delicious edge of ecstasy, and when she stopped shaking, her need was as bad as ever.

She tried to ease her way down the thick cock, but Master bucked his hips up, plunging deep into her throat.  She gasped with surprise, and he held her there, her face smashed against his pelvis, the head of his dick curving down her throat.  She couldn’t really breathe with it deep inside her, and as she started to go light headed, he pulled out, until the tip was at her lips.  She gasped a quick breath, and was glad she did as he thrust deep into her.

Faster and faster, he pulled her head up and down, and drove himself into her mouth, and several times the knowledge that she was just a plaything, a toy for these two strangers brought her to another of those strange, almost orgasms.  Her entire body was slick with sweat.  Her hair was a mess, and she ached everywhere, from exhaustion and desire.

The sounds at the edge of her perception started to change.  She started to hear sirens, horns hooking, and hoots and hollers.  Every time the car paused, at a yield, stop sign or red light, the momentary clearing of her head made her wonder where Lisa had taken them.  But then Master would plunge into her, and she would get lightheaded, or the car would start moving, and she would be lost in her need to be fucked like a dirty little whore.

Taylor felt the car stop, but then felt the Master’s hips buck.  He started to spurt cum deep down her throat, a strange, sticky cum that almost smelt like flowers.  He pulled out, and came across her nose.  She barely got her left eye shut before a blast of cum hit it, and glued it shut.

“Here’s what happens now.  If you let my Master fuck you hard, against the window of this car, I will let you cum when he cums.  And if you leave your clothes in the trunk of the car until … sunset, then I will let that orgasms relief last.  You’ll be sated.”

“Please, I’m a dirty little whore,” Taylor begged the Master.  “Please fuck me and let me cum.”

He grinned an evil half grin, and pointed to the window.  Taylor turned and presented her desperate, aching hole.  Looking out the window with one eye, she was shocked to see they were in the parking lot of a set of big box stores.  Lisa had driven them into a commercial district.  Somewhere, behind the desperation to get fucked hard, Taylor thought that fucking bitch.

Then she felt the Master’s strong hands sliding down her sides, lining her up to enter her, and she quivered with anticipation.  He ran his hands between her legs, and as his finger slid into her pussy, she groaned “More.  Please, more.”

He chuckled, a dark sound she didn’t like.  The she felt his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart.  “What?  Wait?” she called, but she was a little too let.  The head of that huge dick pressed against her asshole, and she felt a sharp pressure followed by an intense pleasure.  As he slid deep into her she shouted happily, and another of those shaking, unfulfilling orgasms shot through her, making every muscle in her body tighten with pleasure, but when it passed, she was still as needy as before.

Slowly at first he pushed into her, and Taylor grunted happily with each stroke.  He grabbed her hair and tugged on it, forcing her to arch up, so that her breasts bounced against the cold window.  Outside, strangers were beginning to notice her.  Some took out camera phones, and snapped pictures or videos as she got ass fucked in the parking lot of a fucking Walmart.  The thought sent another series of shudders through her, and she screamed out “Harder!  Ass fuck your dirty little whore harder.”

He bounced her against the glass.  She found herself winking at her growing audience, or licking at the sticky seed dripping down her face for their amusement.  She was also trying to push back against the hot shaft of pleasure invading her from behind, but the Master kept throwing her around, smashing into her so hard and suddenly that she would lose her balance if he had let her fall.  He refused to give her any control, and when she tried to match his rhythm, he would purposefully change it.

She love it.  Taylor was his dirty little whore fuck toy, and she was lost in the joy of it.  She didn’t notice when he started to grunt and pulse inside of her, until he emptied another load deep into her.  Then, a hot burst of joy exploded through her.  She bellowed in ecstasy, and her entire body shook.  Her arms gave out under her, and she fell on her face on the seat.  Her legs shook, and her whole body bucked. She had never cum like that before, and it went on for what seemed like forever.  She passed out from the pleasure.

When she came too, she found Lisa standing outside the window to the back seat of the car.   Taylor was alone in the vehicle now, and Lisa pushed the keys through the window, which was open just a bit.  “I locked all your clothes in the trunk.” Lisa explained with a mean smile.  “If you stay in the car, in your little whore cage, until sunset, naked, then I’ll let the orgasm last.  If you get dressed before then, or clean your dirty whore face then you’ll be back to where you were earlier. Understand?”

Lisa held up her hand, and Taylor saw the little blue ball she had seen earlier, the sparkling energy in miniature dancing between Lisa’s finger types.  The bitch knew! Taylor thought to herself.  She did something to me!  But then she realized she had no idea what, and she was stuck.  She had to play along.

Taylor nodded.  The rest of the day was a strange sort of horror show for Taylor.  Every once in a while, someone would notice the beautiful naked woman curled up in the back of the BMW.  Every once in a while, someone would ask if she needed help, or wanted some close.  She would put on her best bright smile and tell them it was fine, and they would walk away, thinking she was weird.

Other times, some guy would notice her, and take pictures of her cum covered face, or her naked body.  She was shocked to find it was turning her on.  Not like before, in the mindless, endless way whatever the blue ball of energy had done, but in a familiar way, and she had to stop herself from letting her fingers stray between her aching legs, still shaking slightly from the powerful orgasm before.

Taylor waited until the sun was fully below the horizon before she got out.  Under the street light, in the late October cold, she fished her clothing out of the trunk.  She didn’t bother with her underwear, just threw on the blouse and the skirt, anxious to get out of there and leave this strange day behind.

She got behind the wheel and started the car.  As it inched forward, the same buzz as before washed over her.  Her legs shook and she gasped.  She slammed on the breaks, and smashed her fists on the dashboard.  That fucking bitch!

Lechomancer Chapter 9: Punishment

Lisa had seen her Master in a demonic form before, but not the way he appeared on the Otherside of the Blue Door.  He was eight feet tall, and draconic wings grew out of his back.  His blue skin was glowing darkly, and his horns nearly scrapped against the ceiling.

She gulped, and wished he was smaller, or more human, as he strode angrily toward her.  He grabbed the back of her neck and led her back down the hallway, through the mystic door that lead into her own townhouse.  The stern fingers clamped on her neck sent a strange rush of joy down her body, but she knew better than to smile or moan happily while Erostopholes was so visibly upset.

He led her into her bedroom, and pushed her to the floor.  He had to stoop on this side, and he towered over her, glowering.  “Do you know what could have happened to you over there?”

“I was fine, Master.  Mike wasn’t …”

“Mike was the least of your worries,” he growled.  “But apparently, you don’t listen, do you slut?”

“No Master,” she found herself purring.  “I’m a slut and I don’t listen.”

“You think you’re cute?” he roared at her, and she decided not to state the fact that right now, she did feel rather cute.  Vulnerable, sure, and she knew she should be worried about what he would do next, but she found the idea exciting more than anything.  She supressed a smile as her hand lazily ran up and down her thigh.  She licked her lips, and he snorted.

He picked her up off the floor, and sat on the bed, throwing her over his knee.  She squealed happily, and then his hand thundered through the air and swatted her ass.  It sent a painful jolt of ecstasy through her, and she yelped.  He smacked her again and again, faster, reddening her bottom, and the pleasure outweighed the pain.  The cold air began to sting when he stopped, and she turned to look at him, to beg him for another.

“Vivian,” he said sternly, and Lisa realized one of her pets was in the room, on the far side of the bed.  It appeared Viv had been hiding when she and the Master came in.  She bowed slightly to him, and he said “Bring me her Vials of Essence.  All of them.”

In her nightstand, Lisa had about ten little glass bottles of the demonic liquid, which acted as both a lubricant and an aphrodisiac.  She used them most often on her pets, Vivian and Ashlynn, so Vivian knew exactly where it was stored.  She brought the Vials, and the Master took them and uncorked them with his teeth.  He poured the viscous liquid into his hand, and let it seep between his fingers.  He showed her the thick, clinging strands as he pulled the fingers apart, and then they were out of sight.

Two long, oversized digits thrust firmly between her legs, up into her pussy.  The liquid made them warm, and they sent a tingling all through her.  As he continued to push in, deeper and deeper, she realized something was wrong.

It was too intense.  He had barely started on her, and she was on the edge of orgasm.  “Wh… what?” was all she could get out.  She found herself panting, and blushing.

“You are used to being somewhat immune to Essence, aren’t you, bitch?  But you disobeyed me, broke our Covenant, and so your protections are void.

Lisa tried to focus on the words, but nothing was so important as squirming back against his thrusting fingers.  He started to pull out, and she desperately tried to press herself back against him.  He began to tease her, keeping his sticky, amazing fingers just out of reach, and when she tried to squirm back, he’d pull away, or push her down into his lap, so she couldn’t move, chuckling cruelly.  Then, after far too long, he would begin to tease her again, gently pushing inside her outer lips, slipping his fingers into her.

“Vivian,” the Demon said softly, as he started to push in a little deeper, pull out, and push in a little deeper still, “Please go to the door.  Your Succubi has something for you there.”  Lisa was breathing in quick gasps by the time Viv returned, and the only thing that caught her attention at first was that the Master had removed his fingers.

Then she saw what Viv had brought.  It was a metal pole, about three feet long, with a leather collar in the centre, and cuffs at either end.  The Master pushed her out of the lap, and onto the floor.  She scrambled to kneel before him, her hands on his powerful thighs.  While he still glared at her, his thick, long cock was hard, pointing at her.  She found herself panting, trying to breathe on it, her mouth open, hoping he would let her kiss it, stroke it with her tongue.

She felt the cold steel of the pole press to the back of her neck, and Viv held it there as the Master looped the leather collar around her neck, and fastened the latch.  Then he grabbed her right hand, and thrust it into the first cuff.  Vivian quietly closed it around her wrist, much tighter than the leather around her neck.  Next they did the left.

The Master grabbed her chin, and forced her gaze up from his member to his eyes.  “You’re bad at listening.  You just do what you want,” he told her sternly.

“I want,” she said, gasping, desperate for him, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, we will be fucking you, Lisa,” he growled.  She purred, and struggled against her restraints, wanting desperately to touch herself.  Erostopholes did not seem pleased, as he grabbed the back of her head, and thrust his cock into her mouth.  She nearly choked on it.  She was ready to service him, but he refused to give her any control.  He thrust in and out of her mouth, deep into her throat, his vicelike fingers pushing her head up and down. The wet tingling between her legs intensified, and she wished someone would touch her aching cunt.

“Vivian,” the Master called, and Lisa remembered she was still in the room.  “Bring Ashlynn here,” he ordered, as he continued to thrust between Lisa’s lips.  Vivian gave a short, agreeable sound, which seemed almost odd to Lisa.  She was more … aware then she tended to be when she had her Demon Tail in.  She sounded like she knew that watching her best friends sister being force feed cock from an eight foot tall blue demon wasn’t normal.

Then she felt the Master shudder slightly, and his dick pulsed in her mouth.  He started to cum down her throat, and pulled out, bathing her tongue, chin, and chest in his thick juices.  Then it struck her, it was Essence.  The throbbing between her legs got more desperate, and her lips and tits started to tingle, begging to be groped.

“Please fuck me,” Lisa begged.  Erostopholes raised a skeptical eyebrow at her.  Lisa felt the blood rush to her cheeks, blushing as she turned around, and stuck her ass up in the air to tempt him, spreading her legs wide.  The sticky fluid on her breasts caused them to stick to the floor.  She realized suddenly that the bar wasn’t moving.  She was stuck, with her face and tits pressed to her floor, in the pooling essence that was making her hornier and hornier.  Her back almost ached from arching, but she kept wiggling her cute little bottom at the Master, hopping he would lick her with his wide, rough tongue, or thrust his hard cock into her.  He kept making little sounds behind her, and she was getting desperate to be used.

It didn’t really register to Lisa when the doorbell rang, but a few moments later, Vivian’s bare legs appeared in the doorway, followed by the skinny black jeans Ashlynn preferred.  “What…?” the college girl asked.

“I prefer you nude,” the Master’s voice stated calmly from behind Lisa.  She watched a hoody, a v-neck t-shirt, a grey skirt, and then the jeans fall to the floor.  Ashlynn and Vivian were both naked, in her doorway, watching her chained in a pool of cum, wiggling her naked ass in the air.  The thought of it made her shudder with delight, and then purr with the need to be touched.

“Lisa Meyer decided she did not need to obey me,” Erostopholes said from behind her.  “There is supposed to be a hierarchy here.  She obeys me, you obey her, and everything is In balance.  But she broke the rules, so Vivian Wong, Ashlynn Carter, now she must obey you until the balance is restored.”

“What does that mean?” Viv asked, her feet fidgeting slightly.

“That you will help decide her punishment.  What would you like that to mean?”

Ashlynn crouched down into Lisa’s field of view, a mischievous look in her eyes.  “And she’ll do anything we ask?”

“I believe this little fuck slut is ready to do what she’s told.”  His hand crashed into her ass, and the touch was nearly enough to drive her over the edge.

“Please make me your fuck slut,” Lisa found herself begging.  “Please fuck me.”

Ashlynn licked her lips.  “First, show me you are a good little slut.  I want you to lick up all this cum.”

Lisa was lapping it up off the floor instantly.  Each little bit made her more desperate, closer to the edge, but somehow she never quite reached relief.  The bar came unlocked, and she was able to wiggle back, licking the little pool that had formed under her round breasts.  She drank it down hungrily, and then swung up, so she was kneeling.  Lisa spread her legs as wide as she could, trying to get her aching cunt to the ground so she could rub it against the floor, and maybe find relief, but Ashlynn knelt in front of her and grabbed her hips, stopping her.

“You can’t come yet, slut.  You’ve still got jizz all over your face and tits.”

“I can’t reach it,” she begged.  Ashlynn shook her head dismissively, and then started to lick a long trail off of Lisa’s chest.  The tall, dark haired beauty rolled it around in her mouth, and then kissed it into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa accepted it gratefully, and moaned as she felt Vivian’s tongue on her other breast, gathering up another strand.  Viv, however, did not kiss it into Lisa’s mouth.  Instead, she grabbed Lisa’s face, forced her to look upwards with her mouth open, and then spit the liquid into her waiting mouth.  They took turns, licking all the Essence off her, kissing or spitting it into her face for her to swallow.  Their hands roved all over her skin, and she pressed feverishly against each caress.

“Please let me cum,” she started to whimper.  “Please let me cum.  Please let me cum.” She glistened with sweet sweat, and her breathing was ragged and desperate.

“I don’t feel like it yet, whore,” Vivian said, and then playfully slapped her face.  Lisa turned back to her, desperate for more touch.  “Pathetic.”  Vivian turned to the Master.  “What else can we do?”

“You’ll find there’s several playmates waiting by the door,” he suggested.

Vivian jumped up excitedly, and Lisa moaned.  Her whole body was on fire, and her breath came in ragged pants.  Vivian walked back into view, and a pair of crimson, bowlegged hind legs, ending in cloven hooves, came into view.  Lisa struggled to turn her head an look up at the demon Viv had brought through the door.  A pair of goat’s legs, with a thick long cock swinging between them, lead to a huge round human-esque pot belly, with stretched skin an unnatural red.  The demon had powerful, thick arms, and curving ram horns.  It wore the face of the cabbie that the master always had driven her everywhere he sent her.

“And what would you have Vickus do to Lisa Meyer?” The Master asked, naming the demon.

“I want him to fuck her in the ass,” Vivian growled.  Lisa moaned at the idea, and arched her back, pushing her butt into the air.

Vickus stepped behind her, and his thick hands clenched her hips.  She felt the large head of his member run its way between her cheeks, searching for her essence soaked anus.  When it finally pressed against her entrance, she realized how thick the demon was; it was a little smaller than her fist.  The demon grunted, and Lisa knees slipped outward, her legs spreading a little wider.  She cried out with joy as she felt the pressure of his cock stroking into her, and she was certain nothing could hold her back from the mounting pleasure.

But as the Master had commanded, she stayed on the desperate edge of orgasm.  Vickus’s hands on her hips kept pulling her back onto his huge dick, quickly slamming into her, again and again.  Her legs slide further apart to accommodate, and his hands started to push her waist down into the ground, holding her in place to be used.

Lisa didn’t quite here what Ashlynn asked of Erostopholes, but suddenly Vickus lifted her up, and began bouncing her up and down on his cock, his hands under her knees.  Her breasts bounced wildly, and the Master walked into view.  With unnatural timing, he thrust into her aching cunt.  She twitched, so exceptionally close to release, but the Master’s grim smile told her it wasn’t time yet.

She was pinned between the two demons, Vickus’s belly pressed into the small of her back, Erostopholes cock sliding deep into her willing pussy, her soft stomach pressed against his muscular abs.  She was helpless between them, bouncing at Vickus’s will, unable to move her hands.  Erostopholes glared into her eyes.

The Master nodded, and she felt her ass and pussy pulse.  At first, she thought it was the release of her own orgasm, but realized it was the demons, filling her with even more essence.  Her body burned with pleasure and desire, and nothing would quench it.

Vickus pulled out of her ass, and the Master carried her to the bed, and then pulled out of her as well.  A few last spurts of cum flew from his member onto her stomach.  He nodded to Vivian, who grinned as she walked over.  Her tongue thrust into Lisa’s asshole, lapping up the cum deposited in there, and then spitting it into Lisa’s mouth.  Ashlynn followed, licking her pussy clean, with Lisa desperately struggling against her restraints, wanting to grab the girl’s dark hair and hold her clever tongue where it was.  Ashlynn laughed at the quivering mass of pleasure Lisa had become.  She kissed Erostopholes’ Essence into Lisa’s mouth.  “You’re dying for it, aren’t you, whore?” Ashlynn asked playfully.

“Mmmmmmmm” was the best Lisa could manage.

“Maybe if you beg me…” Ashlynn offered offhandedly.

“Please, please, please…” Lisa began to chant.  Ashlynn looked over Lisa’s soft, sweat soaked body, squirming, trying to rub her aching lips against anything.

“I think you need to swallow a couple more loads first,” Ashlynn decided, and headed back to the Blue door.

Ashlynn returned with Mike’s demon, the pavement skinned demon that looked like a city accountant Lisa had once fucked for a raise, and a demon covered with glowing green tattoos that looked like the large college student she had sucked off behind the bar.  She led each by the hand.  As they entered the room, they were mesmerized by Ashlynn naked form, until they saw Lisa quivering on the bed.

Mike grabbed her by the waist and shoved his cock deep inside her.  Again, she was certain she was about to cum, but the Master’s influence kept it from happening.  Mike pistoned into her, and she was lost in the feeling.  She barely noticed the glowing demon, as he turned her head towards him, and thrust a cock like a soda can into her mouth.  He held her head, and kept thrusting.  Every time he pulled out past her lips, she swallowed a frantic lungful, and he shoved his way back in.

As Mike continued to pound into her, she felt Vivian’s tongue licking against her clit, and slipping down onto Mike’s shaft.  She wasn’t sure how long she was stuffed in both ends, and the overwhelming desire made it feel like forever, and a moment at the same time.

The glowing demon came first, cumming straight down her throat.  As best as she could manage, Lisa thrust her face forward, pressing herself into his crotch, making sure she didn’t miss a drop.  The demon laughed darkly, bunched up her hair in his fist, and thrust again, squishing her nose against his hips, and cumming again.  She swallowed his Essence greedily, and was having trouble forming thoughts as she teetered on the brink of an endless orgasm.

She felt Mike pull out of her, and she struggled to look down.  He was shooting his load into Vivian’s mouth.  She turned to Lisa, showed her the mouth full of cum, and her eyes sparkled cruelly.

“Uh uh,” Ashlynn laughed.  She pushed Mike aside, and put a hand on each of Lisa’s thighs.  She spread them apart, and slowly traced her way up to Lisa’s cunt.  “I think Vivian might swallow that load.”  Vivian nodded slightly.

“No,” Lisa gasped.  “No, no no no.”

Ashlynn kissed Lisa’s tender labia, and Lisa shuddered with desperate joy.  “Are you giving orders, fuck toy?”

“No, no no no no.” Lisa repeated.  Ashlynn slid a finger along Lisa’s feverish wet slit.  Vivian shook her head slightly.  “No orders.  Please.  Please Viv, please.”

Lisa felt Ashlynn’s finger slip into her, and felt her whole body buck.  “Vivian doesn’t know what you want, whore.”   The word, or maybe the second finger, made her thrash happily.

“Spit.  Spit it in my mouth.”

Ashlynn’s thumb teased Lisa’s aching clit.  Lisa could barely think.  “I don’t know, I think Vivian really wants to swallow this one.  You’ve had them all, so far.”

“More,” she begged.  “More, more.  Please.  More.”  Vivian loomed over her, straddling her shoulders, and let a long strand fall into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa drank it hungrily.  Vivian stepped forward, and offered her own cunt to Lisa.  Lisa clumsily flailed her tongue over it, trying to make her happy.  She could barely work her mouth as Ashlynn made her scream out in joy, with her own clever fingers and tongue.

Finally, Vivian grabbed her chin, and spit the rest of the cum into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa bucked against Ashlynn’s face, and screamed primally.  Her entire body flared with relief, and she spasm and came, lost in the sensation.

Lisa came so hard she passed out.

When she woke up, her restraints had been removed.  Vivian was asleep beside her in the bed, the flawless skin of her back facing Lisa.  Ashlynn’s head rested on her stomach, and Lisa’s hand absently went down, and her fingers combed through Ashlynn’s hair lazily.  Ashlynn opened her eyes slightly, smiled at Lisa, and went back to sleep.

Lisa’s body ached, with exhaustion now, a pleasant feeling of relief, and she knew every part of her would be sore for days.  She glanced around, and realized there was no sign of Erostopholes.  His absence made her heart ache.  Or maybe her head.  At this moment, she wasn’t sure.