Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 5: Prisoners

As they headed through the demon castle, Taput lazily held the end of the chain in his left hand.  The silver links went back to Ashlynn’s wrists, held slightly in front of her as she walked, through the metal link in the cuff, and back up to the leather collar she wore.  Ashlynn walked along, watching Taput’s legs, nearly mesmerized by the swirling green glow, like ever shifting tribal tattoos cover his muscular body.

 

Ashlynn’s Succubus, a purple demoness that shared Ashlynn’s name and face, walked along behind, copy Ashlynn’s pose and movements, grinning widely to herself.

 

They were deep within the labyrinth of the castle.  After Ashlynn had heard the demons use the name Brittney, she had been intrigued, and had ordered Taput, who was now enslaved to her, to take her to investigate.  Ashlynn had at least a vague conception of all the demons who served Lisa, and therefore, she had assumed, Lisa’s Master Erostopholes.  This new name had been a mystery she couldn’t ignore, even though she was charged to get Lisa’s book from the library.

 

Taput opened a door, and started to walk across a courtyard that bordered the thorny hedge maze Ashlynn had originally entered through, and headed towards a tall tower.  As they reached it, Ashlynn saw a thick wooden door, inscribed with a series of pentagrams.

 

“Wait up a second,” Ashlynn ordered.  Taput stopped instantly.  “Remember, if there’s any demons in there, I want you to act as though you were my master, not the other way.”

 

Taput turned, and took a step towards her.  Ashlynn was a tall young woman, but Taput was considerably taller.  He stepped forward, and grabbed her face in one big hand.  “If you open your whore mouth to speak to me, you’ll call me sir.  Do you understand?”

 

Ashlynn’s legs trembled at his sudden show of dominance, even if it was feigned.  “Yes.”

 

Taput drew back his hand and slapped her in the face.  It stung, and she could feel herself getting wetter.  “What was that, whore?”

 

“Yes, sir,” she said.

 

Taput nodded and turned to the door, giving a sudden jerk on the chain.  She saw it coming, but she stumbled forward, letting him feel his power over her.

 

Inside, a huge, mostly empty stone room was dominated by a huge, four-poster bed set right in the centre.  Standing at the edge of the bed was a demon with a deep purple fur, much darker than the pale purple skin of her Succubus.    He didn’t notice them, and continued to fuck someone on the bed, someone Ashlynn couldn’t get a good look at.

 

“Make sure I can see Brittney, sir,” Ashlynn whispered out the order.  Taput nodded almost imperceptibly.  He led her through the room, walking around the bed.

 

The woman the purple demon was fucking was a beautiful mess.  She glistened with sweat and Essence.  Her blonde hair was plastered to her face, and she was panting out a steady rhythm of desire.  With every thrust, her perky breasts bounced, even as she lay on her back.  Her legs were spread wide, with black silk twisting around her ankles, tied to rings on the bedposts.  She had her hands against the demon stomach, feeling each thrust as he drove his cock into her.  The demon had shoved his thumb into her mouth, and every few strokes she would begin to suck it.  His other hand roamed up and down her legs, across her soft stomach, up and down her tits, and then would slide between them, to tease her clit quickly for a short moment.

 

The messy woman tied to the bed made Ashlynn ache to touch herself, but as she reached down, her hands were instead tugged upwards, over her head.  Taput had was pulling on the chain, and he looped it through the wrists cuffs, knotting it so it wouldn’t slide up and down.  Then he tied it to a ring in the ceiling that he could barely reach.

 

Ashlynn’s hands were now over her head, crossed at the wrist.  The collar around her neck was pulled up to right under her jaw, and she nearly had to stand on her tip toes to keep it from choking her.  Taput’s hands began to glide down, from her trapped wrists, along her biceps, teasing the ticklish skin of her armpits.  She tried to stifle a giggle, but she knew instantly too much of it had escaped.

 

A quick stinging slap bloomed on her ass cheek.  It brought her up on her tiptoes.

 

“Sorry, Sir,” she muttered softly.

 

Taput grunted, and then began to run his hands across her collar bones, across the generous shelf of cleavage pushed up by her corset.  His hands slide down her leather clad sides, and began to explore their way across the exposed skin below the corset, his fingers feeling rough against the sensitive skin of her belly.

 

His fingers traced the outline of the lacy panties she was wearing, and despite their rough texture, Taput’s fingers were surprisingly gentle as they pressed the lace against her.  He began to reach between her legs, and push the fabric against her excited sex.  He teased her pussy through the fabric, tracing fast circles across her lips.  His other hand reached up, his elbow pressed against her torso, his thick fingers grabbing her throat, threatening to choke her.

 

“Watch her, you slut,” He rumbled in her ears.  “Watch Brittney as she pleases Garnet, her legs tied so far apart, his cock slamming into her again and again.”  As he spoke, his fingers continued to tickle the fabric.  He circled nearer and nearer to the hood of her clit, but never quite got there.  Ashlynn tried to shift, to press herself against his hand.  Taput grunted, and grabbed her throat a little tighter, which made her legs shake.  She nearly lost her balance.

 

Getting her feet under her again, Ashlynn watched as Britney continued to fuck the new demon.  Taput’s hands continued to tease her, pressing the lacy fabric against her excited slit, the feel of it intoxicating.  When he finally deemed it time, the brush of the cloth against her clitoris made her scream a silent, breathless scream of pure joy.  She nearly came, but Taput gripped her tight, choking her a little, his other hand now encircling her hips.

 

“Please, sir?” she begged.

 

“You haven’t nearly earned that, you little whore,” he laughed.  A thrill shuddered through Ashlynn as he spanked her hard, the crack reverberating through the room.  It was so loud that the demon fucking Brittney looked up for just a second, and seemed to see her.  Ashlynn could feel the stinging mark, where the handprint would form on her pale skin.  She moaned again.

 

Taput’s hands hooked into the waist band of the lacy panties, and began to slip them down her legs.  She shuddered as his hands worked their way down her outer thighs, but the high stockings she wore meant that within an instant, his skin was no longer hot against hers.  He peeled the garment, soaked in her excitement, quickly down, forcing her to step out of it.

 

Then he bunched them up and shoved them into her mouth.  Ashlynn gasped in surprise.  “If you spit those out before I tell you, I will make you sorry,” he warned.  Ashlynn nodded, her eyes downcast.

 

Taput walked behind her, and when he came back into view, he was examining a length of rope he held in his hands.  It was a soft, white rope, and he began to loop it several times, before slipping it around one of her ankles.  He tied a quick knot to hold it in place, and then pulled it away from her, putting it through a brass ring set into the floor of the tower.  Then he pulled the rope behind her, where she couldn’t see, but it sounded like there was another metal ring back there.  He appeared on her left, fed the rope through a third ring, and then began to tie off her other ankle.  The contraption forced her legs apart, and spread wider, she was on her tip toes.

 

The demon walked behind her again, and this time she heard the sound of stone scraping against stone.  Then, there was a humming sound.  “Do you know,” he said, his lips by her ear suddenly, his breath hot against the skin on the back of her neck, “Where no demons come from?”

 

With the silk in her mouth acting as a gag, she couldn’t speak, so she shook her head.

 

“First, they start as hungry little crystals,” he said, wrapping a hand around her, running his fingers across her shoulders again, pulling her back so that her shoulders were pressed against his rock hard chest.  “But if they don’t eat, they won’t grow up, to be big powerful demons like me.  Do you know what they eat?”

 

Ashlynn groaned, as he pulled her back, and she nearly lost her balance, the collar going tighter against her throat.  She scrambled to catch her balance and her breath.  She shook her head, and leaned back, trying to look at the demon.  His lips pressed against the sensitive skin by her ear, and then playfully tugging on her ear lobe.

 

“They’re demons,” he whispered gruffly.  “So they eat sin.  Like lust.”  The humming started to grow louder, and she could feel Taput reaching between her legs.  “And you’re making this one very hungry.”  Something started vibrating against her inner thigh, just above the lacy matrix at the top of her stocking.  It was smooth and hard, and a little cool to the touch.  It started creeping upwards, closer and closer to her aching pussy.

 

Every inch it travelled seemed to excite the buzzing thing, and it started throbbing faster.  She felt a drop of excitement trickle down her leg, and when it pressed against the cool rod, it started to grow warmer.  Her legs were trembling, and she probably would have lost her balance if Taput hadn’t had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place.

 

It took forever, as the vibrating rod, now the temperature of her trembling flesh, crept up to the aching lips of her cunt.  As it pressed against her, Ashlynn felt her eyes roll back in her head with excitement.  The speed was intense, and she shot up on her tiptoes.  She arched her back, trying to escape the sensation, needing it to come slower, or she would cum instantly.  She needed to make this last.

 

“Poor little whore,” Taput muttered, and pulled the toy away.  Ashlynn moaned in disappointment, and felt like she was falling back into her body.  She lifted her eyes, and looked over at Garnet, who was chuckling slightly.  He was no longer fucking Brittney with the same fury.  “This little demon is too much for you, is it?”

 

Ashlynn did her best to steady the panting breath that shook her whole body.

 

Taput walked around in front of her.  He reached up to her face with his strong right hand, and grabbed Ashlynn’s face.  “Give me your dirty panties, whore,” he ordered.  Ashlynn opened her mouth and the demon reached in and pulled them out.  “What do you say?” He asked sharply.

 

“Thank you, sir,” she nearly stuttered.

 

The demon held her face, and stared into her eyes.  After a moment, she looked down at the ground.  He nodded, and then held something up for her to see in his other hand.  It was a long, oblong crystal, nearly a foot long, and as thick as all four of her fingers.  It was a bright orange colour, and glowed a faint light from the center of the crystal.  It hummed quickly.

 

“They’re as grey as the stone floor, most of the time,” Taput said.  “You’ve really excited this one.”  The demon reached down, between her legs.  His fingers gently began to paint their way across her, and his thumb began to trace small circles around her clit, getting closer and closer.  Ashlynn shook, and tried to press down against his hand, until her collar made it impossible.

 

When he lifted his fingers, they were sopping wet with her juices.

 

“Now look at how much he likes this,” Taput said, and proceeded to wrap his fingers around the length of the crystal.  The light inside it grew brighter, reflecting off her face.  “I want this one to become a real demon someday.  You will help me with that.”

 

“Yes, sir,” she said, trying to hide the uncertainty in her voice.

 

“Good.  Now open your mouth like a good whore.”

 

Ashlynn felt her eyes go wide as held the pulsating crystal up, and pressed it against her bottom lip.  Carefully, she opened her mouth wider.  She didn’t love this idea, but the certainty with which he was manhandling her was leaving her cautiously excited.  Taput gathered up her hair, and then tugged back, forcing her to look up towards him, as he pushed the crystal into her mouth.  As it passed her lips, as her tongue started to massage it, the light grew a bit brighter, but the texture also grew softer.  It felt less and less like polished rock and more like skin and flesh.

 

Taput kept pushing the vibrating thing deeper and deeper into her mouth.  Ashlynn relaxed her throat, and swallowed more and more of the length.  She realized that the demon was waiting for her to gag or choke.  His excitement as she swallowed more and more of it infused her with excitement.  Taput was licking his lips, watching carefully, as her breath quickened.  Her chest rose and fell, and his eyes began to focus on Ashlynn’s tits.

 

After a moment, he left the crystal, which she was now thinking of as a vibrator, in her open mouth, and reached down, tearing off the corset.  His hungry lips feel to her hard nipples.  He sucked on one, and then the other, pulling him towards her, lifting her off the ground.  Ashlynn tried to wrap her legs around him, but the rope stopped her short.

 

“You’re exciting your slut too much,” Garnet called out.  Ashlynn looked over to him.  He had pulled out of Brittney, and splattered her panting stomach with his Essence.  She knew the feeling, the intense sensation of that hot liquid, the way it amplified her need, and she wasn’t surprised to see Brittney desperately fingering herself.  Her legs were still spread wide by the bonds on her ankles, and her back arched, as though she was trying to crawl towards her own hands.  Her eyes were closed, and she sang out a series of “Oh my fucking god”s that filled the room.

 

“Look at her,” Taput said, drawing back.  Ashlynn moaned desperately at his absence, wanting his lips against her burning flesh again.  He reached up and pulled the vibrator out of her mouth.  The light coming off it was nearly blinding.  “This perfect face,” he said, running the wet, humming crystal along her cheek, coating it with her own spit.  “Fragile little neck,” he continued, running it over her collar, “These big gorgeous tits,” he pressed against her naked skin.  She felt beautiful in her mind’s eye, her hands chained over her head by the collar on her throat, wearing nothing but long black lace stockings.  She watched Garnet step away from Brittney and come towards her.  She felt like bait, and then she realized that’s exactly what she had made herself.  Taput smiled, and said, “And this desperate little cunt.”

 

Her world exploded as her pressed the toy against her again.  Her head was swimming, and she jumped up on her curled tip toes.  “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she screamed out happily.  It hummed so hard against her, and he started shoving its amazing thickness into her.  Her legs started shaking and she started to slip.  The collar started to choke her, and she scurried to find her balance.  She scrambled, the orange rod humming ecstasy against her.  Her world was fading, both form lack of air and from absolute pleasure.

 

Taput was relentless.  He wrapped one mighty hand around her left hip, and held her core in place, pushing more and more of the vibrator into her.  Ashlynn kept crying out wordlessly in pleasure.  Every time she was about to achieve relief, to cum like crazy against the humming crystal, her knees would buckle, and she would be shattered back to reality as she tried to catch her balance.  She would scurry and scramble and to avoid choking herself into unconsciousness.  As she regained her balance, she would find herself back on the edge of cumming again instantly, as soon as she could let go.

 

“Please, please,” she managed to beg as she caught her balance yet again.

 

A moment of frustration appeared on Taput’s face.  “Please what?”

 

“Puh,” and she gulped and caught herself as she just about fell again, lost in perfect shock of the vibrator pressing against her clit.  She scrambled back up.  “Please sir, may I cum?”

 

“What do you think, Garnet?” he called over his shoulder.  The deep purple demon stepped forward, an examined Ashlynn.

 

She couldn’t help but whimper as Taput pulled the vibrator back, letting it hum at the edge of her skin.  Ashlynn struggled to calm her panting breath.

 

Garnet began to circle her, reaching out to touch her.  His fingertips felt like velvet, as he ran them against the smooth skin of her stomach, the sensitive underside of her tits.  He brushed between her shoulder blades, up her neck.  As he ran his fingers across her cheek, and to her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked on them.  He laughed.  “This is a well trained little slut.”

 

Taput nodded happily.

 

“Tell me, slut, what will you do for us if we let you cum.”

 

Ashlynn glanced to Taput, like she was asking permission, and he nodded.  “I will do anything you want, sir.”  She glanced carefully up at him.  “I am yours to command.”  She let her lip quiver as she stared at the floor.  “I am begging you to let me cum, sir, but I am yours.”

 

“I like her,” Garnet said.  “I think you should do it.”

 

Taput smiled viciously, and started pressing the smooth, slickened surface of the humming crystal against her clit.  Ashlynn screamed with pleasure, and managed to sputter out a “Thank-you, sir”, that made booth demons crowd in a little closer.  One of Taput’s hands slid around her waist, and down the small of her back.  He grabbed one of her ass cheeks, his thumb tantalizingly close to her asshole.  Her whole body shook with the vibration, and she was on her tiptoes, desperate for any space from the toy, to make it a little less intense, to make it last just a little bit longer.

 

The thing that kept saving her, that stumble where she would fall, and her focus was robbed from the throbbing lust between her legs, didn’t happen this time.  When her legs gave out, instead of stumbling, this time Taput caught her, his coarse fingers pressing deep into smooth skin of her ass.  He held her up, and it felt like she was melting.  Excited tears filled her eyes.  Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and it felt like it shivered into her spine, and outwards.  She felt like she was melting, her core burning up and dissolving the rest of her body.

 

She stood there, hands crossed over her head through the chain of her leash, happily yelling out her orgasm.  Taput had to pull her naked body against his powerful chest, his arm around her back, his hand cupping her ass.  He was holding up her wait entirely.  Her long, stocking clad legs were limp, hanging exhausted under her.

 

As the last tremors of the orgasm subsided, she could feel that Taput had pulled it away.  She looked at him and said “Thank you, sir.”  The demon smiled at her, and leaned in, kissing her forehead gently.

 

“Well,” Garnet said from behind Taput.  Ashlynn looked at him quickly, and then let her eyes fall to the floor.  “Isn’t it time she showed her appreciation?”

 

Taput nodded, and his smile grew cruel.  He reached up with his free hand, and started untangling her the chain from her cuffs.  He placed one of his muscular legs between her thighs, and started to let go.  Her legs were still shaking, and Ashlynn’s cunt was throbbing with sensitivity.  The feel of his skin, as she slowly slide down, pressing against her, made her moan again.  He let his rough fingertips slide up her spine as she glided towards the floor, tracing their way up her spine.

 

She was kneeling before the two demons, both with erect cocks waiting for her.  She reached up, and started to stroke them, licking her lips.

 

“What a good little slut,” Garnet offered.

 

“Yes.  She’ll even clean up after herself,” Taput grinned.  Then he held forward the glowing orange crystal, which was larger than either of the demon’s penises.  He ran it across her cheek, letting her own juices slick her face.  It made Ashlynn blush a little, and the embarrassment was both real and thrilling.  The burning in her cheeks trickled down, and soon she felt herself spreading her legs wide, trying to rub her aching cunt against the stone floor.

 

Taput pressed the founded crystal against her lips, and Ashlynn opened wide, and let him push it deep down her throat.  She continued to stroke both demons as the one with the swirling green tattoos kept shoving the toy in and out of her face.

 

“Enough of that,” he said, setting it aside.  He grabbed Ashlynn’s pretty face, and shoved his dick into her mouth fiercely.  Within moment’s Ashlynn’s nose was pressed hard against the demon’s hard abs, his cock bending down her throat.  She did her best to fuck him with her face, still stroking Garnet as he watched.

 

Taput started to twitch, and soon a stream of his Essence started flowing down her throat.  He gasped, and Ashlynn quickly pulled away, realizing her mistake.  Essence always acted as an aphrodisiac, but she had learned that as intense as it was when you absorbed it through your skin, it was much worse when swallowed.  Pulling back quickly, he came across her chin, and across her chest.  Ashlynn tried not to let it show as she let more and more of the demon cum dribble out of her mouth.  She didn’t want them to realize she was swallowing as little as she possibly could.

 

Garnet didn’t seem to mind.  He seemed excited by the mess Ashlynn had become, cum dripping off her chin, across her large tits, down her soft, smooth stomach.  He gathered her hair up in his fist, and pulled her towards him, pushing his cock down her throat.

 

The essence lit up her skin, and the need Garnet had from her was driving her wild.  Now that she no longer needed to service Taput, her free hand was between her legs, frantically thumbing away at her excited clit.  Her toes were curling under her feet.  She looked desperately up at Garnet, her eyes wide as he fucked her throat.  With her eyes, she begged him to cum in her mouth, to fuck her face and blast his load down her throat.

 

She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t resist teasing herself, her thumb circling her clit, her fingers grazing past her pussy lips, and quickly stroking the fire inside her.   She pushed against her hands with her gyrating hips, and felt the pleasure rising inside her.  Her whole body was on fire, and her breathing came in choked whimpers around Garnet’s throbbing cock in her mouth.

 

Ashlynn’s legs were shaking, her ass bouncing inches off the floor, and she knew she was about to lose to this demon when she felt him twitch in her mouth.  His long cock was starting to dribble its precum on her tongue.  Ashlynn forced herself to focus, and drove her head against his groin, pushing her lips against the base of his long member, feeling the tip of it curve down her throat.  Her face was pressed against him.  She looked up at him, wide eyes full of submission in that moment, giving herself entirely over as a toy for his pleasure.

 

The demon’s Essence poured down her throat, and stoked the fire in her deeper.  Both hands were teasing herself desperately, fucking herself with her own hands.  The aphrodisiac burned through her body, glossing her in a gorgeous sheen of sweat.  The heat melted her from the inside out, shaking her whole being.

 

She was vaguely aware when Garnet pulled his cock pout of her mouth, letting one last spurt fall across her cheek.  She collapsed on the floor, and was surprised when her demon masters didn’t force her back up, as Lisa usually did.

 

Then Ashlynn realized she was the master.  Taput stood, staring at Garnet, show glowered back.  “I thought she was yours.”

 

“No.  She commanded me to act as though she was.”

 

Ashlynn laughed on the floor.  She laid on the cold stone, resting,

 

Then she remembered Brittney.

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 3: The Gate

Ashlynn was washing herself in the warm water of a marble fountain.  After she fell through to the Otherside, she had been completely bewildered, and a strange plant demon had had its way with her several times.  She had only escaped when the Succubus that wore her face had appeared and helped her.  The demoness had then tersely led her through the hedge maze, and brought her to a fountain at its edge.  Beyond it was a high, wrought iron gate, with a road snaking up to the castle.  Ashlynn was sitting in the water, rubbing at the grass stains on her heels, and doing her best to get at her back.  “So what do I call you?” she asked the demoness.

 

Sitting at the edge of the water, it shared Ashlynn’s curvy stature.  She was wearing a black lacy baby doll nightie, and she was spinning the golden lip ring that mirrored Ashlynn’s with her long serpent tongue.  Her purple marble skin caught the lights of the sun Ashlynn now thought must always wait at the edge of setting.  “We share a name,” it said, “So that would be confusing.”

 

“Share a name?  So, you’re Ashlynn too?”

 

“We are both Ashlynn.  When you received my Tail, I gained your form.”  There was a large rubber butt plug that Lisa had first pushed into Ashlynn’s ass a few months earlier.  Its touch had driven her wild from that first night.  “We have been connected since then.  If you must call me something different, I am the Succubus half of us, so you can refer to me as that.”

 

Ashlynn nodded, and felt her face steel.  She didn’t like what she was hearing.  She shot a quick, mean glance at the demon.

 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” it said, bored, its toes splashing lazily in the water.  “We are the same.  You are the human and I am the demon.  You may have noticed you changed after you first melded with me.”

 

“Melded,” Ashlynn scoffed.

 

“Hasn’t sex been better?  Haven’t you found that I’ve slowly perfected the body we shared?”

 

Ashlynn begrudgingly considered the fact that she had been plagued by amazing climaxes since it happened.  She also though her stomach and ass had gotten a little tighter, her round breasts had started to sit naturally higher.  She had never considered the tail to be the source, these changes so minute she hadn’t really considered them at all.

 

“What’s good for you is good for me,” the demon said, slipping into the water.  The nightie started to cling to her skin.  “Let me help you,” she said in a breathy voice.  Ashlynn glanced over her shoulder at the demon, but then nodded.  Its hands were hot when they pressed against her skin, rubbing away the green grass stains on Ashlynn’s back.

 

The demon was massaging, more than washing, but Ashlynn was melting at her touch.  The Succubus could find her every ache and pain, and her powerful thumbs leeched it out in tiny circles.  Ashlynn heard her voice begin to moan.  She was lost, almost going limp, leaning into the Succubus’s touch.

 

Soon, the demoness’s hands strayed from where Ashlynn was dirty, and started exploring her body.  One hand reached around and started teasing Ashlynn’s nipples.  The other brushed the thick black hair away from Ashlynn’s neck, and the Succubus’s hot breath began to trickle across her soft skin.

 

Its touch was always perfect.  The Succubus knew exactly what would drive Ashlynn mad with lust, every touch stoking her fire further and further, teasing her in a maddening way she couldn’t resist.  She started to turn her head back, her lips parted, hoping their mouths could meet.

 

The low, gravelly chuckling, like rocks tumbling through a plastic tube, made Ashlynn freeze.  She spoke into her shoulder, and asked “What was that?”

 

The Succubus’s low voice was soft, certain, and amused.  “I am not the only demon on the Otherside.”

 

Ashlynn glanced over at the source of the laughter.  A male demon, tall, with skin the colour of wet cement in the middle of the night stood leaning at the gate.  His grin was wide and dumb.  He was stroking a long, thick cock, staring at the Succubus teasing Ashlynn.

 

“What does he want?” she whispered.

 

“Don’t be stupid.  Pavement wants you.”

 

“Okay.  How do we get away?”

 

The demoness snorted.  “I thought you were going to the castle.  He’s guarding the road, and you won’t get there without getting past him.”

 

Ashlynn nodded, and swallowed.  “Okay, fine.  How do I get past him?”

 

“We’re not like humans,” the Succubus whispered in her ear, sending an excited shiver down her spine.  “We have a strict hierarchy, and you are outside it now, both at the bottom and the top.  You have the right to put yourself into the hierarchy, by challenging him.  If you win, he must obey you.  If you lose, he will own you.”

 

“Challenge him?”
“You have to fuck him,” the words were dark and exciting in her ear.  “If you cum first, he wins.  If you can get him to cum first, you win.”

 

The demon was watching them, near twins, whispering to each other, glistening in the fountain.  He kept chuckling to himself as he stroked his cock.

 

“I can do this,” Ashlynn said, rising out of the water.  She started to walk towards the demon, sashing her hips as she went.  The liquid from the fountain turned out not to be water, but some sort of oil, that clung to her skin and glowed.  Her nerves prickled happily as she walked, and she could feel her excitement growing.  Her nipples were hard, jutting out as she walked.  She lowered her dark eyes and twisted the ring on the left side of her lower lip with her tongue.

 

Pavement chortled.  His long cock hardened even more in his hand.  His eyes drank her in greedily, and his breathing quickened with every step she took towards him.  “Is that for me?” she asked, her voice husky.  He nodded, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

 

Ashlynn reached him, and ran her hands down his muscular chest and stomach.  He was like the sidewalk on a summer’s afternoon, a little too hot to the touch, almost stinging her palms.  She started to squat in front of him, her feet on the cobbled stones, her legs still slick with the almost water of the fountain butterflying out.  As she took his shaft in his hand, and began to stroke, he moaned.

 

Smiling up at him, she carefully took the head of his cock into her mouth, with a kiss.  Then she ran her lip down along the underside, kissing her way down his member.  She worked her way down, and back up again, just as the Succubus joined her.

 

Looking across the demon’s cock, Ashlynn watched her double match her movements, licking when she licked, stroking up and down the cock with their lips on either side.  Pavement’s hands came down, and his fingers wrapped their way through both women’s long, dark hair.  He started to guide them, up and down, panting happily.  Ashlynn locked eyes with her reflection, and was surprised how hot her purple double looked, kissing its way up and down that dick.

 

“You’ll have to do better,” the Succubus said softly, leaning back.  “You’ll never get him off like this.  His appetites run much deeper than this.”

 

Ashlynn nodded, and wrapped her lips around the head again, and began to bob up and down his length, at least as far as she could go.  He was at least nine inches long, and she couldn’t get all of him in her mouth.  His fingers were twisted in her hair, his palms on her cheeks, guiding her motion.  She looked up, locking eyes with him, giving him complete control.

 

After a moment, he let out a little grunt, and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop.  A string of saliva roped out, and then tumbled onto her chin, still slick form the fountain.  Ashlynn found herself gasping for air.

 

Pavement’s hands shot down, and he hocked them under her armpits, and pulled her up to her feet quickly, like she was a rag doll.  She barely got her toes to the ground, and his hands slide down her side, and wrapped around her waist.  He nearly threw her up in the air.  One hand was under her ass, with his elbow under her knee, forcing it up.  His other arm wrapped around her, his hand on the small of her back, her leg pinned by his arm so it was almost over his shoulder.  She squirmed a little, uncomfortable, with her legs spread wide.

 

Her discomfort turned into excitement as she felt the head of his long member pressing against the wet lips off her pussy.  She squirmed against him, loving the feel of his warmth, almost too hot, with its strange, porous texture, probing against her.  She had so little control of her motion that she couldn’t manage to take him into her hungry sex.  He teased her, rubbing himself against her lower lips.  He was so powerful, and she whimpered out her need, hoping he would take pity on her and fill her to the brim.

 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and stared into his eyes.  He was busy watching her, looking down at her large breasts, the gentle curve of her stomach, licking his lips with a tongue that was far too thick.  When he finally looked up, his gaze dripped with desire.  He was more a hungry beast that a cruel master.  When she whimpered at him again, he chuckled, and she could see he was already relenting.

 

She was almost disappointed by how easily he relented.  Then she felt the long cock sliding slowly into her.  There was a surprising gentleness to this monster, and he carefully slide each inch in.  It only lasted a moment though.  She gasped as his length slid into her, her cunt greedily devouring it, soaking wet with excitement.  As soon as he had buried his entire length inside of him, he began to grunt, and bounce her up and down, one hand cupping her ass, the other at the small of her back, holding her close.  Her legs were pinned over his elbows, and she had no control over the situation.

 

Furiously, he kept fucking her, bouncing her up and down on his cock.  Her breasts shook with each thrust.  She tried to shift, tried to move, but he held her exactly where he wanted her.  She sighed, turned on by the thought.  As her voice dripped excitement, she could feel him pulse between her legs.

 

“Mmmm, yes,” she sighed, testing an idea.  His cock grew even more, deep inside her.  Her voice was turning him on.  “Yes, fuck me, baby.”  She wrapped her arm tighter around his neck, and pulled herself closer to him.  Her large tits pressed up against his muscular chest.  He started to bounce her faster.  “Yes, fuck me harder, baby.  Ah, ah, ah.”  Instead of words, she just sighed her pleasure.

 

She pulled herself closer, so that their faces were right next to each other.  She pressed her forehead against his and held it there.  Every time his dick pushed deep into her, Pavement would grunt.  Her lips were an inch from hers, and she would feel his hot breath wash across them, almost like a feral kiss.  Her ever “Yes, yes, more,” had the same effect on him.  She leaned forward, and pressed her forehead against his, feeling the hot, rough skin of his body with her arms, her chest, her face, and most intensely in her aching sex.

 

Ashlynn tried to squirm a little, twist her hips so that she could press her clit against him, to intensify the feeling.  The demon held her where she was, furiously pounding away, using her as his little fuck doll.

 

She was about to beg him.  In the back of her throats, the words started to form.  Just before she spoke, though, a pair of dark purple lips appeared behind the demon’s ears.  “Mmmm, like that.  Fuck her brains out,” the Succubus purred.  She was there, pressing herself against Pavements back.  She kissed his earlobes, and then glared meaningfully at Ashlynn.  “Take her.  She’s yours.”

 

The demon grunted, and the hand that was on the small of Ashlyn’s back dropped.  He had a hand on each ass check, and was bouncing her even more quickly, hammering into her.  Her breath came in desperate gasps, that she moaned through, driving him wild.  He spread her cheeks wide, and then one of his fingers slide into her anus.

 

A shiver shook through Ashlynn, so intense she was terrified it might be the start of an orgasm.  Her double moaned desperately in the demon’s ear, and she could feel him twitch, right on the edge.  “Go on,” urged the Succubus.

 

“Fuck me harder,” Ashlynn begged, her eyes closed, lost in the feeling of his long cock deep in her cunt, his finger deep inside her ass.  “Come on, fuck me in all my dirty little holes.  Fuck me with your long, thick cock.”

 

The demon shook like an earthquake, and slammed his hips deep into her.  His finger sunk to the second knuckle in her ass hole, and he pinned her tight against him.  He began to pulse, and she could feel the buzz of Essence filling her, the strange demon cum that acted as a lubricant and an aphrodisiac.  “Fuck, yes,” she screamed at the top of her lungs.  “Fill me up, fill me deep and hard.”

 

Pavement grunted happily, and kept his cock deep inside her, pulsing out bursts of cum into her.  Ashlynn’s mind started to go blank, feeling him inside her.  Her whole body was shaking, and her attention narrowed to the feel of him between her legs, the hot pressure of his finger in her ass.  She tried to shake and thrash, but he pinned her close, hold her there, as he filled her with his hot seed.

 

While she had been teased by Essence many times, leaving her on the edge of orgasm, she had never before considered what would happen when she fucked a demon to completion.  As her body stopped shaking, as her mind came back to her, and she stopped cumming, she didn’t find calm or peace.

 

Instead, she was instantly on the edge of cumming again.  Her body was still wet from the pool, but the water began to bead, into thick droplets.  She wanted it to feel cold, but her whole body was on fire.  She needed more, and she couldn’t focus on anything else.

 

The demon had a strange, sad look on his face, and he carefully lifted her off his cock.  He set her carefully down on the ground, but Ashlynn’s feet wouldn’t hold her weight.  Her legs were still shaking, and she fell to her knees instantly.  Her hands shot down between her legs, and she was playing with herself, teasing her clit, making her desperation worse.

 

She glanced at the Succubus, who was giving her a knowing smile.  “You won.  He was first,” her doppelganger told her.

 

Ashlynn nodded, and tried to understand what that meant.  All that remained in her mind was the need to cum again.  She wanted to ride this monster, be in complete control, now that she had submitted.  She reached out towards Pavement, and one hand wrapped around his muscular thigh.  She tugged him towards him, and he obediently stepped closer.  Her lips wrapped around his member, still soaked in her juices.  As she sucked on it, a few more drops of precious essence dribbled onto her tongue, liquid sex sending a hot shudder through her body.  She pushed forward, taking as much of the long cock as she could manage into her mouth.  She caressed it with her tongue, while playing with her aching clit.  She pulled back, letting it free with a gasp.

 

He was hard again.  Ashlynn licked her lips greedily, staring at his cock.  Then she reached up with both hands, and pushed his hips, wanting to bring him to the ground.  The demon responded to her thoughts more than her hands, and feel to the ground in front of her.

 

Ashlynn climbed up his body, straddling him all the way up.  Soon, the lips of her cunt where hovering over his dick.  She could feel his need throbbing below her.  With one hand, she spread her pussy lips wide.  The other was anchored on his stomach, pushing him down, denying his desire to thrust up into her.

 

For a minute, she teased them both letting the bulbous head of his cock slide against the opening of her cunt.  It sent tremors through her, and Pavement grunted out his desire, his deep wish to be deep inside her again.  Ashlynn found herself amused by the idea.  She had earned him, and now he was her plaything.  If she decided, he would never know release.  He lay there, not forming words, staring up at her.  The look in his eyes was desperate, like he could read her thought.  He almost whimpered, and waited.

 

She projected the thought down to him.  You will wait forever.

 

She watched the desperation build in her toy.  Pavement seemed heartbroken, desiring nothing more than to take her again, and being completely denied.

 

The moment Ashlynn was satisfied his despair was absolute, she thrust down onto him with a joyful gasp.  He slipped smoothly into her, powerfully filling that pleasant ache between her legs, less urgent now that she could chose to release herself at any moment.  She rode him, allowing him to buck beneath her like a wild animal.  He drove his cock up into her, fierce and full of need.  His hands wrapped around her hips, almost entirely circling her waist.  At the bottom of each thrust, she circled her hips against him, rubbing the hood of her clit against him.

 

Somewhere, from within her lust filled dazed, Ashlynn noticed her Succubus step forward and spread her legs over Pavement’s mouth.  Knowing that Pavement would respond to her thoughts, she imagined him licking her double’s tight little cunt.  The thought of it drove her a little wilder, and she circled herself, long and low on his long cock.  The happy little moans escaping from the succubus in staccato bursts let her know the demon had obeyed her.

 

Ashlynn drove herself down on his cock, again and again, both hands on his powerful stomach, watching a purple skinned version of herself ride his face with equal vigor, with her hands on his chest.

 

Everything change when the Succubus grinned and lifted a hand towards Ashlynn, their skin meeting.  As soon as the Succubus touched her, Ashlynn could feel everything the double experienced.  She could feel the demons thick, rough tongue wetly lapping between her legs, even as she felt his long thick cock driving up into her.  “Fuck!” she screamed out in perfect abandon.

 

She struggled to breathe, her senses completely overloaded.  Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and her hips ground desperately against Pavement, keeping him deep inside her as her whole body started to shake.  She felt like she was floating away, like every muscle was tense, every inch of her skin was burning, but she was somehow separate from it all.  She heard her own voice, her own lust echoed in stereo by the Succubus.

 

Blinded by her passion, she could still feel when the demoness leaned forward, and grabbed Ashlynn’s bottom lip in her own, half kissing, half tugging.  Her long, supple fingers started to race against Ashlynn, half collapsing against her, using her other self for support.  As her world was consumed by the orgasm, Ashlynn was lost in the touch.

 

Ashlynn finished cumming, and just collapsed, mostly out of exhaustion.  She found herself in a pile of limbs and sweat soaked, inhuman skin, purple and black against her pale white.  They lay there, panting, and when Ashlynn started to laugh, her Succubus joined her.

 

“That was … intense,” Ashlynn sighed.

 

“Yes,” agreed the doppelganger.

 

“You probably shouldn’t touch me when I’m subduing a demon.”

 

“True,” the demoness sighed.  Then she quietly added “Not if I want you to win.”

 

Ashlynn nodded agreement, not quite hearing what the other had murmured mischievously.

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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 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 10: Banishment

“Hi Michael,” Brittney sighed into the voicemail.  “Listen, I’m really sorry, and I really need to talk to you.  I screwed up, big time, and I don’t want things to end like this.  Sorry about leaving so many messages.  Please call me back.  Sorry.”  She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.

 

This was so fucked up.  She had never been the sort to cheat before, and then, out of nowhere, this charming, well-dressed man starts flirting with her.  She didn’t know him, never even heard his name, and before she knew it, she was inviting him home and luring him into her bed.  It had to happen on the one day Michael was home from work early, and then her stupid temper had made her so defensive.  He had every right to be mad, but because he yelled at her, she screamed back at him, and kicked him out, and now everything was a mess.  Brittney just really needed to make things right.

 

Her fiancé had stormed off hours earlier, running back home to his family, probably telling them every horrible thing they were happy to believe about her.  Brittney was certain the Meyers were vilifying her, ready to crucify her.  Fuck, she just needed a chance to talk to him, to make him understand that is was a mistake, a one-time thing.

 

She sighed and headed into the bathroom.  She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and got ready to try and sleep.  She turned to open the bathroom door and stopped short.

 

That was not her bathroom door.  It was a huge, wooden thing, with six elaborate iron locks, and it shouldn’t have fit in her doorway.  She blinked, wondering if she was asleep, hoping this whole horrible day had just been a dream.

 

The door was still there.  She knocked on it tentatively.  “Hello?” she called out?

 

It swung ponderously on ancient hinges, opening into a huge stone room with giant, empty windows.  In the center of the stone floor was a four poster bed.  She stepped over poked her head inside and looked around, but no one was there.  She stepped over the threshold, and the door slammed shut behind her like thunder.

 

Frantically, she turned, and tried to open it.  There was no handle on this side, and it wouldn’t budge, no matter what she tried.

 

“He, he, he,” came a deep rumble of a laugh, like gravel falling through a metal tube.  Brittney whipped her head around, her chin length blonde hair flying.  Standing a short way away was an inhuman thing.  Its skin was a deep grey, with little divots like rock or cement.  Its eyes shone darkness, and its white teeth floated above the darkness of its form.  Horns poked their way out of its dark hair. Her eyes fell on long cock swinging between its legs.  Between its hands it held a length of white rope.

 

“Where am I?” Brittney asked.

 

“Prison.” The things voice rumbled through her.

 

“Why?”

 

“Slut,” the thing answered.  “Wrists.” Brittney was about to protest, to tell the thing to go fuck itself.  Instead, she watched in horror as her hands shot forward, without her meaning to, like a reflex.  The thing started wrapping the rope around them, tying a quick knot.  “Kneel,” it ordered, and she got down on the stone floor.  She was wearing one of Michael’s T-shirts and his boxers, to try and feel close to him.  It left her knees unprotected as she pressed them against the cold stones.

 

“Why am I listening to you?” she muttered to herself.

 

“Cursed slut,” it answered, and chuckled again.  It led her hands straight up over her head, then bent her elbows down, so her hands were by her neck.  Next, it began to tie the rope around one of her ankles, and then the other.  There was an odd care to the things treatment, as it reverently looped the bindings around her, savouring each motion, each tightening of the rope.

 

It finished tying, and then snaked around, on its own knees.  Its eyes were at her level, pupil-less and dark.  Its firm fingertips slipped around her hips, and started to lift Michael’s shirt.  He exposed her tight stomach to the air, which was warm but prickled her skin just the same.  The things tongue flashed along its lips, longer and thicker than it should have been.

 

“What happens now?” she asked, still thinking this all must be a dream.

 

“Ecstasy,” the thing hissed.  It grabbed a handful of the T-shirt in each fist, and ripped it open, exposing her round breasts.  It chuckled pleasantly, and then placed a powerful hand on the small of her back, and dragged her towards him.  As it held her against its skin, it felt like she was laying topless on a hot summer’s afternoon sidewalk, almost too warm to touch.  She found herself gasping a little.  Its cock was pressed between them, and each breath she took caused it to stiffen and grow.  She found herself fascinated by its growth, hoping the thing would use it.

 

After all, this had to be just a dream, right?  Her subconscious punishing her for her indiscretion, that was the only logical explanation.  If it was just a dream, there was nothing to do but accept the punishment she deserved for being unfaithful to her fiancé.

 

Rough hands began to knead her breasts.  A hungry mouth found hers, a rough tongue melting into her.  She felt her breathing quicken more and more.  Her body began to ache.  It ripped the last shreds of the T-Shirt from her.  She wanted this thing to use her, to toy with her, to punish her for what she had done.  The idea caused her to throb, and she leaned against the hardening cock, hoping this monster would use it on her.  She deserved it, and she needed this if she was ever to be forgiven.

 

“Is it ready?” came a voice from behind her?

 

“Ready,” said the thing, breaking away from its long kiss.  From somewhere, it pulled a metal collar, and clasped it around her neck.  It closed with a loud clink.  The demon held a length of chain like a leash, and started pulling her along.  She was forced to waddle on her knees, with her hands tied to her ankles.

 

Another demon stood before her, this one a deep, velvety purple, and with more intelligence shining in its eyes.  “Pavement, what did you do?” the new demon said, plucking at the rope like a harp string.  “How am I supposed to fuck this slut with this in the way?”

 

“Wait,” Pavement said.  Stepping behind her, the first demon pushed between her shoulder blades, tipping her off balance.  She started to fall forward, but its guiding hand found its way under her stomach.  When she was lying face down on the cold floor, she felt the warm sidewalk hands high against her inner thighs, spreading them apart. Her knees were past shoulder length apart, and then it grabbed the boxers she was wearing, and tore them away.  The chill air tickled her exposed slit.

 

She lay there, bending her knees, her ankles and wrists high in the air.  A wet, coarse tongue began to tease its way from her knees, closer and closer to her aching need.  With long, deliberate strokes, the tongue would climb her legs, never quite reaching the lips of her pussy.  She started to squirm, growing hotter by the second.

 

“What would you do,” the new demon asked, “If I made Pavement kiss your dirty little cunt?”

 

“Mmmm,” Brittney moaned at the idea.  “Can you?”

 

“Why, your new friend Garnet can make so many wonderful things happen.”  A gentle hand pushed the hair off her face, behind her ear.  “But he likes to hear you beg.”

 

“Please, make him to do,” Brittney said, before she realized what she was doing.  This wasn’t her, at least not normally.  Normally, she told people what she wanted.  She never asked, and fuck them if they didn’t like it.  But as the words came out of her mouth, she squirmed.  She prayed the monster kissing her legs would begin to lick and lap her desperate slit.  “Please, get him to kiss my dirty little cunt.”

 

Purple fingertips traced their way across her lips.  “You have a pretty voice, and you have started well.  Tell us what kind of girl you are.  We think you’re a bad girl, a slut, and that’s why you want him to lick your pussy.”

 

In spite of herself, Brittney found that she was nodding against the floor.  “You’re right.  I’m a bad slut.  I deserve whatever happens to me.  Please, make him lick my filthy pussy.  I want to feel his tongue against me, making me wet.”

 

Garnet’s hands grabbed a chunk of her hair, and forced her head up.  Her chin still rested on the floor, but now she was face to face with his cock, the head of it nearly brushing her lips.  “What will you do for me, if I make him stick his tongue against your wet little pussy?”

 

“Anything you want.  I’ll suck your dick, I’ll fuck your brains out.  Please,” she pleaded, “Please, just make him …”  Before she got the next word out, the rough tongue behind her flitted across the hood of her clit.  Her words melted.  She moaned, and Garnet took advantage of her gaping mouth.  He eased forward, placing the head of his cock on her bottom lip.

 

Pavement’s tongue started to probe into her, licking deeper than a real tongue possibly could, massaging the growing ache between her legs.  As it did, she sighed and moaned, kissing Garnet’s cock, slowly taking more and more into her mouth.  He eased forward, and pushed slowly down her throat.  She started to get worried she wouldn’t be able to handle it, but every time the thought started to bother her, a clever twist of Pavement’s tongue would clear her mind.

 

It wasn’t long before the purple demon’s hands held the back of her head, as he thrust into her mouth, slowly but surely fucking her face.  She was surprised how much she was enjoying it.  She had never really liked giving blowjobs before, but something about the strange passive nature of this one, the act of being used by this strange monster as a toy for his pleasure caused passion to throb through her ever nerve.

 

Of course, the incredible feeling of the unnaturally long tongue between her legs didn’t hurt the situation.  She struggled against the rope, but her wrists were tied firmly to her ankles, and she had to keep her knees bent up in the air to stop it from hurting.  She was helpless as Pavement’s tongue explored her, sending shivers through her.  Brittney wanted to pull herself away from him, to make him stop, somewhere in the back of her mind.

 

A dread shivered through her as she realized she wanted to press herself against his rough tongue even more, to force him deeper inside of her.  She was helpless, and the idea made her gasp around the cock plunging between her lips.  Garnet held her head, and pushed deep down her throat.

 

Her breathing started to come in desperate gasps, almost choked off by Garnet fucking her face.  She managed to gulp down a lungful just before he started to grunt.  Both hands grabbed the back of her head, and his balls slapped against her chin.  He curved down her throat.  Her face was pressed against his pelvis as he twitched, and spurted down her throat.

 

Every inch of her burst with pleasure, radiating out.  She shook to her very core, and gasped as he pulled out of her.  His seed pulsed through her.  Her entire body rocked, like an earthquake.  Pavement’s tongue between her legs flashed faster, and another wave of perfect abandon shot through her.  Her skin was sensitive, every inch aching with the agony of the pleasure that shook threw her, and despite the bindings, she managed to squirm away from him.  The tongue was too much.  She let the room fall away as the passion overwhelmed her, and rocketed through her entire body.

 

As her orgasm passed, she had to flip onto her side, and curl up into a little ball on the floor.  Her nipples ached, and she couldn’t bear to touch the cold stone.  Her cunt was so sensitive she could barely handle the air flitting through the tower.  She lay there, trussed up, cooing, trying to calm down from the most intense orgasm of her life.

 

It was forever, and it wasn’t long enough, when Garnet stroked the sweat plastered blonde hair back from her temple.  “Bad girl,” he said.  Something cold pressed against her neck, like metal.  “No one said you could cum.”  He grabbed the metal collar around her neck, and ran his fingers along it.  He started to gather up the metal chain leash.

 

“S… sorry?” Brittney wasn’t sure what you say to a dream monster who is upset you came too soon.  He started to pull on the leash, and Brittney was forced to squirm along, her wrists still tied to her ankles.  The purple thing started to half-drag her to the bed in the center of the room.

 

“Oh you will be sorry,” he chuckled.  “I don’t know how long the warden will add to your sentence for this, but she won’t be happy.”

 

“Please, don’t tell the warden,” Brittney pleaded.  She wasn’t sure what would happen, but dream logic told her it was trouble.  “Please don’t.  I’ll do anything, I swear.”

 

“Beg me to fuck you in the ass,” he said.

 

“Please, please fuck me in the ass!” The words poured out of her, and she blushed brilliant red as they did, some part of her mind hearing her with her waking mind.  “Please fuck my ass, and don’t tell the warden.”

 

Garnet considered for a moment, and then started looping the chain around one of the bedposts.  “Nah.  I think I want to see what the warden will do to you.”  He laughed again and wandered away, somewhere behind her.

 

Brittney struggled to look, turning her head as far as she could, but he hadn’t given her much slack.  She was mere inches from the bedpost.  Her back was to the bed, so she was facing the door.  Her wrists still tied to her ankles, she could barely move.  She knelt on the floor, sitting on her ankles to avoid the cold stone.  She called out for Garnet and Pavement, but got no response.  She waited, for how long she couldn’t tell.

 

Her body was still buzzing a little, her skin still prickling.  She realized her cunt was still soaking wet, and she was getting more excited, not less, the longer she was left alone.  She tried to find a way to relieve herself a little.  There was no chance with her hands.  She tried spreading her legs further, and will the cold stone sent a chill through her, it was too featureless, and she had too little slack on her collar.  Then she remember the bedpost.  If she angled herself just right, she could rub up against the bottom of the smooth round post.  She squirmed back, and arched her back against the ropes.  Her hair flew in front of her face.  Carefully, she inched, until she made contact.

 

It was heaven.  It instantly made her gasp.  She struggled, with her limited motion, to rub herself against the smooth, veneer of the furniture.  Whatever they had done to her made every touch a small explosion of pleasure, and within a minute, she was panting, and aching, contorting herself.  Her world started shrinking into that single sensation.

 

“What the fuck is this?” The voice came from a woman, and it shocked Brittney.  She surged forward, away from the bedpost, now slick with her juices, and caught herself on the metal collar, nearly choking.  She tried to compose herself, and flip the hair out of her face.  It was difficult, with no hands and her head held in place by the leash.

 

When she finally got a look at the speaker, she saw a tall demoness with pale purple skin.  Ram Horns came out of dark black hair to frame her face, and a gold lip ring matched a stud in her navel.  The tall demon lady had impressive, round breasts, and wore thigh high fish net stockings attached to a garter belt.  At first Brittney thought the demon had on high heels, but then realized that it just stood differently than a human, with a bone-spur coming out of its heel to serve the same purpose as a stiletto.  A tail that looked suspiciously like a dick swished behind it as the demon came forward.

 

“I asked you a question, prisoner.” She said, producing a riding crop from somewhere.  She pressed it under Brittney’s chin, and forced her to look up.  The demon’s eyes burned darkly, and Brittney did her best to look meek.

 

“N…nothing, warden.”

 

“You’re lucky I’m not the warden.  You can call me Mistress Ashlynn, and I’m here to punish you.”

 

“What for?”  Brittney flinched as Mistress Ashlynn pulled back the riding crop.

 

Laughing, the demoness said, “You’re lucky.  I’m not going to hit you.  I’m going to do much worse to you, but I won’t hit you.  So, let’s see what we have here…”  Mistress Ashlynn opened a leather briefcase on the bed and started rifling through the contents.  Brittney couldn’t see what it was, but soon she heard the sound of electric buzzing.  The thought of what would happen to her next made her sigh.

 

“Oh, don’t get the wrong idea.  You’ve been a bad girl.”  Ashlynn smiled evilly and crouched down in front of Brittney.  “This isn’t going to go well for you.”

 

“I’m sorry, Mistress Ashlynn.  I will do what I’m told and accept my punishment.”

 

Mistress Ashlynn reached out a hand, ending in long, flat fingernails.  She stroked them along Brittney’s check, not quite scratching, not quite petting. “Why are you being punished?”

 

“I … I don’t know.” Brittney whispered.

 

The demoness pulled back her hand like she was going to slap Brittney, and Brittney flinched.  The Demoness tsked.  “I don’t know what is worse: your lying or your listening.  I already told you I won’t hit you, you stupid whore.”

 

Mistress Ashlynn took the toy, and held it in her finger as she traced it down Britney’s stomach.  Brittney found her breath quicken as the demoness’s hand trickled down her body.  The demon’s dark eyes stayed smoldering on hers, and she was terrified to look away.  Something in Ashlynn’s fingers began to buzz.  Brittney was certain she had a small oval vibrator palmed in her hand.  As the motion trickled through the purple fingers, it made the prisoner quiver.

 

With the little motion she had, Brittney thrust herself against Mistress Ashlynn’s hand, as it slipped between her legs.  The clever fingers kept the toy just beyond reach, teasing Brittney with the aftershocks.  Their eyes stayed locked, a playfulness in the demoness’s gaze made Brittney ache.  After stroking her with brief, fluttering touches, almost out of reach, Ashlynn’s hands began to press the toy against Brittney’s clit.  She flitted at it with sudden, staccato motions, making Britney leap and gasp.

 

Mistress Ashlynn’s other hand went to Brittney’s back.  The fingernails of her hand scratched at Brittney’s skin.  The sting was pleasantly painful, and would distract Brittney for just a moment, so that the teasing with between her legs would once again surprise her.  Ashlynn read Brittney perfectly, turning her breathing into nothing more than a series of gasps.  Her whole body vibrated, trying to match the little toy’s fleeting touches.  Brittney started to feel dizzy, and she shook.

 

And then it all stopped.  It took Brittney a moment to realize Ashlynn had really stopped touching her.  She wasn’t just holding back, intensifying the building orgasm.  She had completely stopped fingering Brittney, the toy so far away from her.  Brittney wasn’t being touched at all.  The demoness just glared at her.  “Please,” Brittney begged, her whole body burning to be touched.  “Please, let me cum.”

 

“Not a chance,” the demoness grinned.  “You’re being punished.  You lied to me.”

 

“I’m sorry,” Brittney moaned.  “I won’t do it again.  I swear.  Please, just let me cum.”

 

“Why would I do that?” Ashlynn said.  Brittney could hear the toy still buzzing, and feel the warmth of the demoness’s skin, just out of reach.  The scratching fingers will ready to rake her back.  At any second, she could chose to start again.

 

“I… I’m being punished because I am a stupid whore.”  Her skin flushed as she said the words they wanted to hear.  She was surprised that the words sounded true to her.  She was even more surprised how good it felt saying them.  A tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying drained out of her.  The aching between her legs grew worse.

 

“That’s true.  Aren’t you pleased I helped you realize this?”

 

“Yes.  Thank you, Mistress Ashlynn.  Thank you for teaching me.”

 

“Better,” Ashlynn told her.  The back of one of her hands caressed Brittney’s face.  The vibration warned Brittney that it was the one holding the toy.  Brittney shook her head slightly, her eyes filling with tears.  The toy was so far from her pussy.  She didn’t want to wait.  She understood her punishment.  “Don’t shake your head at me,” Ashlynn hissed.  The demon pressed the buzzing toy to Brittney’s lips.  It was slick, and instinctively, Brittney screwed her lips shut.  Mistress Ashlynn chuckled as she ran the vibe across her bottom lip.  “Don’t make me tell you,” she warned.

 

Reluctantly, Brittney opened her mouth.  Ashlynn continued to trace her lips, and the buzzing of the vibe trickled down Brittney’s body.  She struggled against the rope on her wrists and ankles, the collar around her neck, desperate to touch herself, but unable to loosen her bonds even slightly.

 

Ashlynn chuckled again, and then slipped the toy under Brittney’s tongue.  “Hold it there,” the demoness ordered.  Brittney nodded.  Ashlynn stood and turned around.  She spread her legs slightly, and thrust the smooth mound of her cunt into Brittney’s face.  “Now, show me how well you can use your tongue.”

 

Ashlynn eased back, and trussed up as she was, Brittney really had no choice but to obey.  Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue, and began to lap at the smooth bare skin of the demoness.  The toy under her tongue made it shake, and as much as she enjoyed the way it filtered down her body, Mistress Ashlynn appreciated it even more.  She pressed her buzzing tongue against her, playing and probing.

 

Brittney really didn’t have much control.  Trussed and tied, she couldn’t really control how she played with Mistress Ashlynn.  Instead, she kept her vibrating tongue presented, and Ashlynn reached behind her back and grabbed Brittney by the hair.  She guided her, up and down, back and forth.  Brittney’s tongue was just a play thing for her, as she pressed herself back against the prisoner.  She guided her across her lips, would lean further forward when she wanted Brittney to lap at her clit.  Ashlynn teased herself with her own fingers, still grinding against Brittney’s captive face.

 

The demoness started to let out little happy squeaks, and smash herself hard against Brittney’s face.  The demon tail started to curve around Brittney’s throat, making her own breathing harder.  Ashlynn’s fingernails dug into Brittney’s scalp, and she cried out.  While she was glorious, back arched, holding the prisoner to her, Brittney was unable to appreciate the appearance of her.  She was more in shock as the clear liquid blasted out of the head of the tail.  It splashed across her chest and started to dribble down her stomach.

 

Each drop was pure ecstasy, shinning into the core of her.  Without meaning too, she was pushing herself back against the bedpost, desperate for any touch.

 

“Not yet,” Ashlynn laughed.  With long fingernails, she collected the viscous liquid from Brittney’s skin.  The perfect heat faded, and she found herself more in her own mind, and rather ashamed of the way she was humping the furniture like a dog in heat.  Ashlynn, meanwhile, collected the fluid, and gently placed each strand into a metal bowl.  She cleaned Brittney meticulously, but no matter how much of the fluid she cleared, the need to cum clouded Brittney’s mind.

 

This seemed to be exactly what Mistress Ashlynn was hoping for.  Over the next several hours, again and again, her captor would bring Brittney right to the edge of release, and then stop.  Instead, Brittney was forced to make Mistress Ashlynn cum.  She lost count of the times she tongued the pale purple lips of the demoness’s pussy.  Again and again, she was brought right to the edge of orgasm, and then forced to wait.  The cycle got shorter and shorter, and she was getting so desperate that Mistress Ashlynn barely needed to brush her throbbing clit, to rub the toy against her soaking wet pussy.

 

Eventually, Ashlynn untied Brittney from the bedpost, and brought her onto the big, comfortable bed.  She claimed it was a reward, but all Brittney wanted was release.  Again and again, Ashlynn would cum, and that strange fluid would blank out Brittney’s mind, make her need all consuming.  Ashlynn would clean her again, collecting the liquid.

 

Brittney was soaked in sweat.  She lay on the dark bedspread, struggling again against the silk rope, waiting to be teased again, to be brought to the edge.  Ashlynn had teased her so many times, and each time it took less to reach the stopping point.  Brittney struggled on the perpetual edge of orgasm now, certain that no matter what her captor did, there was no way she could hold back more.

 

“I’m thinking of untying you,” Ashlynn mused.

 

“Yes Mistress,” she moaned into the sheets.  She didn’t dare beg to cum.  She couldn’t take any more of this punishment.  She wouldn’t say anything that might upset the Mistress.

 

“If I do, you will be allowed to touch yourself.”

 

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said, squirming to look up.  Ashlynn sat on the edge of the bed, silhouetted perfectly by one of the windows.  She held the metal bowl, full of the strange fluid, and swirled it.

 

“Now, if you’re a good girl, I’m going to let you get up, and you can walk out the door over there, and go home, back to your normal life.”

 

“Thank you, Mistress.”

 

“But if you can’t make it out that door without cumming, I’m going to force you to drink this entire bowl.  Then I will invite in every demon I can, and they will use your dirty whore body until you’re broken with ecstasy.  You will remain forever wandering from one orgasm to the next, a slave to your low desires and any demon who wishes a piece of your used up little body.”

 

“Thank you, Mistress.”

 

“Good.”  Mistress Ashlynn stood, and began unwinding the knots around Brittney’s ankles, first the left, then the right.  Her legs ached from being trapped, bent towards the wrists at her neck, and stretching them was both a relief, and filled her with a sense of loss.  That pain, that restriction, it turned her on.  She was already fantasizing about being tied up again, and she hadn’t even made it out of this one.  Ashlynn uncoiled the rope around her wrists, and Brittney gratefully moved her hands in front of her face.  Her triceps screamed pleasantly, and she rubbed her wrists, crisscrossed with the beautiful red pattern left behind on the rope.

 

Brittney glanced over at the door.  She looked at the tattered remains of her clothing.  She would be walking out of here naked.  Ashlynn hadn’t mentioned anything about the metal collar.  As she sat up, the chain hung between her breasts, cold against her stomach.  The end of it brushed her thigh.

 

She reached down to move it.  The back of her hand caressed her own leg.  Her body ached to be touched.  It sent a thrill through her, and she shivered.  Her other hand ran along the inside of the collar, and her own touch was almost too much.  She quickly pulled her fingertips away from her own skin.  The cold chain swung between her tits, across her stomach, and she whimpered at its touch too.

 

She had to go, now if she was going to leave.

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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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The Next Collection…

Once Lechomancer: Curses is complete, I have two ideas for the next volume.  I’ll write both eventually, but I’m interested if there’s a preference for one of the two following stories to be completed before the other.

Lechomancer: Succubi would follow Ashlynn, and a lot of the stuff she’s been doing in the background of these stories.  It would include a lot of stories that take place on Otherside, and would have more involvement from the demons.

Lechomancer: Rivalry will follow a new Lechomancer, one who wishes to put Lisa in her place.  It would test the limits and uses of the magics a bit.

If you have a favourite of these two, let me know in a message, in the comments, and I’ll plan for series 3 and 4 accordingly.

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Find the first collection of Lechomancer Stories, including three never before seen bonus chapters here.