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This had been going on for hours, which didn’t come as a surprise. She always used to play with my genitals for hours, and nothing indicated that it would be different this time around. While my balls got further brutalized, my cock received the most heavenly pleasure imaginable. I’m inclined to say a magical feeling, which unfortunately wouldn’t be just a metaphor, but a fact, as both the pleasure and pain were induced by magic. Magic---something I refused to believe existed just mere months ago. Yet magic or not, my tormentor saw to it to give me never enough to push me over the edge; the excruciating pain my balls had to endure took care of that.\n\nAfter what had been undoubtedly hours, my throbbing balls got released, and my tears of pain were replenished by tears of relief. While still emitting waves of pain, the ballbusting pressure has faded. So had the pleasure my cock received---when the bad vanishes, so does the good. Leaving my member hard, dripping, and unsatisfied---bobbing up and down as if it begged for the last smidge of pleasure to finally push it over the edge. Unfortunately, as I have learned by now, that’s never going to happen. \n\nIt won’t be long until this weirdly proud lioness slave will come and attach my genitals back to my body. What a strange thought---or rather reality. Whenever her---or rather our, as much as I hated that thought--- Mistress commanded she comes and conjures some magic to sever my genitals from my body---though at the same time they stayed attached to me in the sense that every touch and sensation will be still transmitted to my body as if my precious appendage would be still there. Yet only a shade remained in their place when I watched the slavegirl carrying my vulnerable genitals out on a silver tray. While delivering them straight to that goddamn Succubus, who then didn’t have to deal with the hassle of freeing my body from its restraints. Though the word restraint is used quite loosely here. That menace of a demon had forced me to that cave wall, murmured a few incantations, and then the rock itself grew over my wrists and ankles, keeping me here secure and immobilized since I had arrived. \n\nHow could all this happen? How did I end up here? It’s hard to gauge time in this place, but it had to be several months ago when I still lived where I belonged, in an ordinary world bare of magic or demons. It all began after discovering an old tome in the archives of the museum I used to work. The book’s unusual appearance intrigued me. The heavy dark green cover with its protruding brass runes on top of it, its rough surface, and thick, yellowed pages, the book called to me; a mystery screaming to be solved. Written in a language, I had never seen before and a script I believe to be unknown in my world. Something I should not have been able to read---and in fact, I couldn’t make sense of a single word---but the sounds, those I could produce. They seemed to appear in my thoughts just like that, and as if in a trance, I recited them. \n\nI browsed through the pages and stopped at a random one;---though, in hindsight, I’m doubtful chance had any play in this. The page showed some scribblings unmistakably depicting the preparation of a ritual. The instruction, while weird at best, didn’t seem to be impossible to follow. Not that I enjoyed hunting sewer rats or understood why the candles required to be infused with my semen harvested at midnight. Back then, it seemed less unreasonable than it sounded now, but still, how in the 7 hells did I come to the conclusion that following such a stupid ritual was the way to go? A voice inside me drove me to do it, told me I should do it, for science if nothing else. Though, what reasonable scientist would commence an occult ritual in an old tome? Me apparently when I forgot the memo about “magic isn’t real, you dumbfuck”! Yet, in my trance-like state, reason had abandoned me, and just after a few days of preparation, I commenced the ritual. As for the cover, I couldn’t understand a single word of the incantation, yet the sounds necessary appeared in my mind. I muttered the words, not knowing what they were. \n\nI remember being most surprised and equally horrified when the ritual ended up working. By all logic, nothing should have happened. Though instead, on this very day, I learned the hard way that magic did exist. Slowly a creature emerged amidst the convoluted chalk markings that I laid down on the floor in preparation for the ritual. The Bunny?---or rather Goat?---like creature smiled at me. \n\nEverything became a blur of excitement, lust, and fear. I recall us having sex. In fact, the best one I’ve ever had. Also, the last sex I’ve had ever since and the last time I shot my load. After this encounter, the creature, a Succubus as I’d learn soon, stopped being as friendly and amicable as she had been until then. Apparently, the sex sealed some sort of magical pact without me knowing---or consenting to. The voice in my head that drove me to the idiocy of commencing this ritual in the first place became louder and unmistakably belonged to the Succubus. Any kind of resistance broke, or more correctly, didn’t matter. Whenever I didn’t want to comply with what the voice in my head commanded, I did it anyway, my muscles acting against my will. What explains the circumstances why I followed her through the magic portal to her realm that she had opened. \n\nWe entered a large cave, and despite the lack of any visible light source, it appeared well lit. While this would have been exciting under normal circumstances, it wasn’t even remotely the most astounding thing I witnessed on that day. Aside, there were more pressing matters to worry about—for example, the dozens of naked guys tied to the sidewalls by the rock itself. None of them seemed happy, and the guess that they ended up here the same way as I did wasn’t too outrageous. When we arrived at a free spot at one of the walls, between a Lion and a Rat, she conjured some magic, and the rock itself grew over my limbs. I hadn’t fought back, the Succubus’ influence too strong for a mere mortal to overcome. Only then, after she had secured me tightly to the spot that’ll be my “home” for who knows how long, the fog in my mind receded, and the Succubus broke the influence over me. Now, being able to think clearly again, my dire situation sunk in. \n\nEver since, I wait and dread the moment the Lioness slave comes to take my genitals. Followed by screaming my lungs out when the Succubus “plays” with them remotely for her convenience and enjoyment, while I pray for it to end quickly---though it never does, she always takes her sweet time pulverizing my balls and denying me the orgasm I long for. \n\nFor distraction, while dreading my next very unwanted cbt session, I tried to talk to some of the other males in my vicinity. Though, the Rat seemed to be far gone, making any conversation with him nigh impossible. What he says rarely makes sense. Yet what truly stirred my concern was the language he spoke---one that died out about 200 years ago. Since I worked as a linguist expert in the museum, I found myself in the unlikely spot to actually understand his blabbering. And under normal circumstances, I’d be stoked talking to a native speaker of an extinct language---madman or not, from a scientific view exciting either way. Though nothing here was normal and considering that my physical health could only be described as incredible, a persistent ache in my balls aside, despite having neither eaten nor drunk for months, concerned me greatly. The most logical conclusion was that this Rat was over 200 years old, as physical needs seemed to matter little in this place. Impossible in my world, but here it seemed all too likely. How long will I have to endure this hell? A frightening question!\n\nThe other guy in talking range was a Lion. He spoke the same language as me and spent the last 5 years here. Though, most of the time, this admittedly quite dislikeable Lion, with an aggressive demeanor, complained about his “traitor wife”. And while I’m certainly not in love with his wife, yes, that Lioness slave, I have a certain sympathy for her after witnessing her husband’s behavior. I talked to him as little as possible. Conversing with the Rat was highly preferable to me. As nonsensical as his monologues tended to be, it, at least, interested me on an academic level. I could imagine worse ways to pass my time. And so I ended up here, listening to a crazy Rat while waiting for a Succubus to crush my balls. \n\nThe Lioness\n\nFive years ago, the bargain with the Succubus had been made. Five years of being her slave. Five years of sweet revenge and no regrets. My violent husband, I’m still disgusted calling him that, raped and beat me. Not just once, not even only occasionally, no, he did it several times a week. I hate this disgusting piece of shit. He didn’t tire down to threaten me with my death either by his hand or by his brother’s if I’d ever call the authorities. And whenever he didn’t abuse me, he drank away my measly librarian salary. I was desperate and depressed. Anxious and loathed. \n\nEscape appeared impossible from the hell my life had become after marrying him. Not until the blessed day where I discovered a half-rotten tome in a remote corner of the library’s basement. The runes and inscriptions were written in a language and script I’ve never seen before. The book intrigued me for reasons I could not explain, and with the resources of a vast library at hand, deciphering it seemed all too achievable. Time-consuming without a doubt, but any reason to stay longer at work was most welcome. This asshole could snoop on me as much as he wanted; when he thought I earned money for his alcoholism, he wouldn’t start a fight. Aside from having to share less time with my husband, the task at hand seemed entirely pointless. Though it gave me some kind of hobby, a distraction from my hellhole home. So every evening before I left, I took an hour or two and deciphered and translated the book.\n\n\nI didn’t expect this to be easy, but things went slower than anticipated. By all I could tell, the script simply didn’t exist, or at least no records of it. Yet, some dusty, never borrowed books contained descriptions of an ancient occult writing system that featured distinct similarities. A good enough starting point! It took more than two years, but slowly the book revealed its secrets. It would have been easy to dismiss this book as some kind of joke, as it described summoning rituals for creatures---demons?--- from the Plane of Chaos. This sounded silly at best; I certainly didn’t believe in magic in any shape or form, if only because of my most unmagical life. But there was this one thing that made 1 % of me believe---an unknown script and language derived from an obscure ancient one;---There had to be something to it, no? The idea of summoning a demon to get rid of my husband sounded delicious. And what would be the worst that could happen? Nothing, exactly. No devil could be worse than this drunk asshole. \n\nA Succubus seemed like an interesting one to summon. While the ritual requirements could be described as weird at best, it was neither impossible nor too elaborate to commence. And so I did. \n\nTo my astonishment, it worked. I summoned a Succubus. One quite confused and annoyed Succubus, in fact. As I learned, she didn’t expect to be summoned by someone who does not possess a cock. Apparently, that messed with the ritual and thus with her chances to return to her realm. She needs to be summoned by a male who she then can have sex with. Otherwise, the ritual is considered incomplete, and she would be stranded in my world. I told her that I might have a male for her, albeit a low in quality one. I revealed that the semen required to summon her was provided by my husband, even though unknowingly. \n\nThe Succubus agreed to help me. Though sympathetic for my reason, she told me I have to pay the price for the insolence summoning her. She explained if I don’t want another male taken in my husband’s place, I have to come along with her and serve as a slave in her domain. As it seems, if a male summons her, he will be seduced by the magic of the ritual itself, but I, as a female, was immune to this. Now, since no one is charmed, she has to cast a spell herself. And if I understood her correctly, any use of magic costs her power and lifeforce, which she unsurprisingly wasn’t happy to spend. Being her slave for all eternity sounded like a steep price. But with this husband, I was in hell already and might as well actually take him there with me. Especially considering that she promised me that my life will be highly preferable to my husband’s fate. That aside, I had arrived at a point where I’d done anything to see this ass suffer. No matter what it had cost me. \n\nSo the decision turned out to be surprisingly easy, considering what was asked for. But when your life is hell, the choice to actually go to hell---or Plane of Chaos, whatever--- wasn’t that hard. Five years later, it seemed that a demon is actually more friendly than my husband, and unlike him doesn’t show any interest in beating me. Yes, being a slave often ends up being tedious and rarely fulfilling, yet I consider my life drastically improved. \n\nDespite being rarely exciting, the life of a Succubus’s slave had its perks. The lack of abuse aside, I witnessed my husband’s suffering firsthand. On top of it, I became Mistress’s favorite. Her other female slaves rarely got any attention and were simply expected to do their dull duties like cleaning. On the flip side, I was granted some simple magic. Nothing too crazy, of course, and just what was required to execute her tasks. Though still, it set me worlds apart from any other slave, female or not, in her domain. She assigned me to sight her male victims and select who gets harvested next. \n\nMy meager powers enabled me to sense which of her boys had recovered and was ready for his next harvest. So many fearful males! And all afraid of me! Panicking when I detach their cock, to carry it to Mistress! And yes, the other power she bestowed me with was the ability to separate their genitals from their bodies. They still feel and sense everything as if it were still connected, but now I can deliver it to Mistress for harvesting without dealing with an unwilling male attached to it. This power certainly was a weird one to have, but also quite thrilling. In particular, when it was my former husband’s turn! Having so much control over his precious bits was invaluable to me. \n\nOf course, I was as replaceable as her other slaves, yet being granted this power and having responsibility fills me with joy. Yet, being a lowly slave still had some distinct downsides. The permanent nudity was one of them, and I can’t say I have gotten used to it. Though, that’s a fate I shared with all her slaves. At least as one of her females, my most private parts were hidden. This brings me to the other unpleasant element, the permanently fitted chastity belt I wore. I was so goddamn horny after five years! But in the grand scheme of things, I considered those as a minor inconvenience. My husband suffers, and I have my revenge! The price I paid happily!\n\nWalking through the cave to decide which of the guys will be next, I almost jumped for joy when sensing that a certain Lion was ready for harvest. I’m quite sympathetic to all those boys trapped in her lair and suffering for centuries, but that pity did not apply to my Lion. My ever wet nether region dripped and tingled with extra excitement. Nothing makes me hotter than seeing his balls crushed and his cock denied. This also was one of the few occasions where my chastity belt became a burden. Damn, I want to touch myself while watching his genitals being brutalized! \n\nShe never cared to explain adequately to me why I have to wear a heavy metal chastity belt in a Succubus’s Lair of Lust of all places. But I have agreed to be her slave, and if that’s her wish, so be it. That aside, I actually could not remember having seen her climax herself ever. And she certainly wouldn’t care if I’m around or not. Modesty wasn’t necessarily the trait of a Succubus. Having seen her nude and exposed quite often, I have to say, she usually was quite wet herself. As if she’d never orgasm. And in this case, she asked nothing from me that she didn’t suffer through herself. A thought I deemed quite comforting. \n\nWhen I arrived in her throne room with my husband’s genitals on a silver tray, she still played with the cock of her latest acquisition---a Red Fox. Two magical force fields painfully squeezed his balls almost flat. As a girl, I can’t truly fathom the pain involved, but it looked quite unpleasant. Simultaneously magical tendrils caressed his cock. His member was rock hard and dripping pre-cum despite his crushed balls. Masterfully she kept him at the brink of orgasm. My powers permitted me to sense that the same way she could. Whenever he got too close, his balls got crushed a little bit more while the tendrils continued to pleasure him at the same rate. At some point, he’ll be so close to cumming, that no more pleasure can’t be extracted without pushing him over the edge, no matter how much ball torture was involved. And only then will Mistress stop. \n\nShe never cared to explain how exactly it worked. She was the Mistress after all and certainly didn’t need to explain herself to a slave---a very curious slave, though---damn, I’d love to understand more---! But judging by the bits and pieces of information she gave, it seemed that she gained power by keeping their “harem” of males as horny as possible. The longer they were teased and denied, the randier they got, and that fed her powers. Something like that. Didn’t make a lot of sense to me. But then what did make sense in this realm?\n\nWhat I knew, though, was that the Fox’s cock will stay hard for hours after she stopped playing with him. From what I observed an excruciatingly unpleasant period for the males. Hard and close to cumming, but no one who gave them the last bit of pleasure they yearned for. Apparently, they’re getting so close that just one quick stroke would push them over. That was also the reason why I had no permission to touch them ever. Hence why I carried their bits on a tray. \n\nAs a new part of her collection, the Fox should consider himself fortunate. Many of her other slaves dreamed about getting soft just mere hours after a session with Mistress ended. Because the longer one has served her, the more lust and frustration accumulated, and thus the periods until their cocks calmed down became longer---much longer. I’m thinking of that white Rat who stayed perpetually hard for weeks after a session. Permanently on the brink of climaxing, just one small touch and he would erupt. One little touch he never received. \n\nEventually, after they have been worked in Mistress’s lair for about 250 years, their cocks will stay erect permanently. She explained that to me due to its relevance to my task. As her ultimate goal was to get them in the perma-hard condition. And since I oversaw her “harem”, she required me to tell her if one of them was ready to be transferred to her collection on the throne room’s altar. \n\nWhen their genitals were ready for their final duty, the male attached to them won’t be needed anymore. Well, not in Mistress’s lair at least. They, of course, still needed to be alive to keep their cocks healthy and randy. Thus their cock will stay with Mistress forever, while the attachment was sent away as a tribute for the Overlord---a deity-like creature, controlling the whole Plane of Chaos. From what she told me, being enslaved by the Overlord often ended up being less desirable than hanging at Mistress’s cave wall and fearing the next session of brutal cbt. Aside from that, they were still horny beyond belief, no matter their new tasks. Always just a micron away from shooting their load. So excruciatingly close to cumming that a single touch with a finger on their cock tip would do the trick. But instead, they never even will see their cocks again, not to talk about touching it or having it touched by someone. Apparently, this collection of ultra denied cocks was the real source of a Succubus’s power. The most treasured possession of a Succubus, her trophies, and a sign of status. Without them, she would perish, she told me once. \n \nThe Succubus\n\nShe watched her loyal Lioness slave enter, carrying a feline cock on a silver tray. Not any Lion’s cock but the one belonging to the slave’s husband. A person the Lioness despised so much that she willingly gave up her freedom, just to see him suffer. A level of determination the Succubus deemed quite impressive. She loved that on her. And ultimately, that had been the reason why she wanted this Lioness as her slave. Not just like any slave, but as her special one. One with a higher purpose. She had plans for the Lioness.\n\nHer eyes wandered to her slave’s chastity belt while she continued focusing her magic to pleasure and torture the Fox’s cock and balls. The Succubus had mercilessly worked the poor guy’s genitals for the past 3 hours. Yet the Lioness’s nether regions were dripping wet as if she would have been the one who received the Succubus’s pleasure magic. Her juices of lust ran down from the belt and hit the floor. Even after a few moments, a puddle has formed between the slave’s feet. The girl hasn’t climaxed or pleasured herself for the past five years she has lived here. And she will stay denied for the centuries to come. So were the rules of this, and indeed any, Succubus’s domain. But the state of denial wasn’t the primary source of the Lioness’s arousal; no, she anticipated the torture of her husband’s genitals. Nothing could excite this slave more. The demon often pitied the fact that her kind was incapable of extracting power from a female. Only male genitals did the job. \n\nAs the Succubus observed her trusted and most favorite slave, she thought: “This day might be as good as any. A good day to reveal the fate she sought out for her.” She was most curious how the Lioness would react.\n\n“Ah, I see it’s your husband’s turn once more?”\n\nThe Lioness nodded frantically: “Yes, Mistress!” after a short break, she added: “I---I hope he will suffer greatly at your hand!”\n\nThe Succubus laughed: “Seems you still hold quite the resentment toward your once husband. But keep in mind, for me, he is no more or less than any other of my males! Just a source to fuel my power. Though, rest assured, girl, he won’t enjoy this session any more or less than his previous ones!”\n\n“Y--yes, of course, Mistress, I didn’t want to be disrespectful.”\n\n“You’re forgiven. Say, being a slave doesn’t seem to bother you?\n\n“N-no, Mistress. We had a bargain, and you kept your part, and I will not stray from mine!”\n\nEven though the Lioness often appeared to be anxious and wary, there always was strength too; the Succubus loved that. It made this slave so special. The Lioness was respectful and cautious in her demeanor but never cowered in fear like the other ones. “Tell me, slave, do you enjoy the powers I bestowed upon you?”\n\n“I---yes, I do, though I admit, I feel pity for all but one.”\n\n“Don’t feel too bad for them.---See, they all brought that upon themselves. They were already slaves of their lust before they decided to summon me.” \n\nThe Succubus looked into the puzzled expression of her slave. When the Lioness tried to fit another piece into the puzzle, this place had to be to her.\n\n“Let me explain, slave. In your world, and many others of your dimension, are tomes hidden, like the one you discovered. Those books are enchanted. Most people would be naturally repelled by the magic aura and instinctively not bother with them. Yet, a few are drawn to those tomes instead. Those usually particularly horny and perverted fellas are those who the enchantment is directed to. And those often end up summoning a Succubus. \n\n“So---only perverts summon you?”\n\n“Well---I guess you could say so, horny perverts and apparently a desperate lioness. I assume your determination and desperation were strong enough to unknowingly disarm the magic. However, being summoned into your dimension comes at a price for the Succubus. We lose lifeforce and power.”\n\n“Oh---that sounds terrible, Mistress! W--would you die if you’re being summoned too often?”\n\n“Yes, if I’m summoned too often in quick succession or have to stay for too long outside of my domain, I’ll perish. Further, whenever I reach climax, I lose a considerable amount of my power. Additionally, every moment I spent outside this domain also tugs on my lifeforce. And as you know, I need to have sex and reach a mutual orgasm with a male from the world I got summoned into. Except for your husband, that’s usually also the one who commenced the ritual.\n\n“Being a Succubus seems quite scary, Mistress!---But---uhh---why the Sex to get back?”\n\n“Questions about the why are difficult to explain to someone like you. See, your dimension is based on laws of logic and order, but the Chaos Plane, on the flipside, follows rules of desires and emotions. All its natural inhabitants are an incarnation of a desire or an emotion. For example, I, a Succubus, am simply an incarnation of lust. And to clarify, we’re talking about lust and not pleasure or release. However, the mutual sex marks the male, only that way I can traverse the dimensions with him. And since your husband’s scent was strong on you, I also could take you with me.”\n\n“So---so that’s why the males aren’t permitted to cum? To keep them always horny---full of lust?\n\n“Yes, that’s why they never shoot their load, nor you, and also not me. Every orgasm in my domain would damage it, and thus me, as my domain and I, are one. The only time I climax is when I get summoned, which hurts me already a great deal. I’m certainly not frivolously touching myself just to fuel some weak desire!\nOn the other hand, a male’s perpetual lust and craving to cum enables me to extract the power that resides in that desire, to which my lifeforce is linked by design. And the hornier a guy is, the more power I can gain from it. Unfortunately, the harvest of the female desire lies in a different creature altogether. But despite that I can’t gain anything from a girl, it still would be damaging if you’d climax while remaining in my domain.”\n\n“So---you need those males to suffer to keep yourself alive?”\n\n“Yes, slave, that’s the curse of a Succubus. Like a predator, we have to hunt horny males to survive, and the enchanted tomes are the lure. And to make things worse, the power it costs us to be summoned and being forced to climax is large. Only a fully pent-up slave that ends in my personal collection” she nodded toward the altar with the impressive collection of erected cocks “gives me the amount of new lifeforce and power to just make it worth it.”\n\n“---” The Lioness struggled to find a useful reply. Despite the power, her Mistress harnessed, being a Succubus seemed to be more difficult and dangerous as she could have ever imagined.\n\n“It is how it is. Fortunately, your world doesn’t believe in magic and thus doesn’t practice it. Some other Succubi don’t have that luck! In worlds with practiced magic users, they often acquire the knowledge to bind a Succubus to their realm. And even a powerful Succubus wouldn’t survive longer than a few decades under those circumstances.”\n\n“That is horrible! But---that means every Succubus is allocated to a certain planet?”\n\n“Yes, that’s true. And in a truly chaotic fashion, we have no say in that, we’re simply drawn to a certain world when we are created. But, I hope that you’ll find a nice world as I did when you’re ready.”\n\nIt took the Lioness several moments to grasp what her Mistress said. “Uh---what? You---mean--?\n\n“Yes, slave. Some of the power I’m gaining I project onto you. It made you capable of conjuring some simple magic as you know, and you might have noticed some of the changes on your body already.” The Succubus watched the Lioness touching the little horns that began to grow from her scalp “Yes, my girl, you’ll become a Succubus---eventually. A rare gift, seldom bestowed onto a mortal. But you seem to have what it needs. The necessary fortitude, determination, and quite frankly sadism, considering how wet you get seeing your husband suffer. How could I pass up such an opportunity.”\n\nThe Lioness was shocked yet happy. She expected to be a slave forever because, as she had learned, as long as she remained in this realm, she was immortal, like everyone else there. And she was content with serving her Succubus mistress forever and would have never asked for more. Becoming a Succubus herself? It seemed unreal. She couldn’t even tell if this news was a positive or a negative one. How could the Lioness have had any grasp of what it meant to become an immortal demon? Though without doubt, she considered herself as honored, yet also worried, since being a Succubus clearly wasn’t all fun and games as she had learned just moments ago. \n\n“Don’t get too worried about it now, slave!” the Succubus said as she noticed the conflicted expression in her slave’s face “The transformation isn’t a fast process. In your measurements of time, it will take about 500 years! And until then, you will remain my slave, my most loyal servant, my pet! Do not think I’d expect less from you from now on! I, in fact, expect more! You’ll show me how good of a slave you truly can be!”\n\nThe Lioness didn’t hesitate and kneeled on the ground and began to kiss her Mistress hooves. “Yes, Mistress, I’ll be your most loyal servant! Thanks for granting me such an honor!”\n\nThe demon was content with her precious slave and soon-to-be fellow Succubus. An allied one, so she hoped and expected. But it would be hardly imaginable that this slave would ever betray her. Neither as servant nor as equal Succubus. She’d had to do something foolish to somehow lose this Lioness’s loyalty.\n\n\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The Fox

My screams echoed through the vast cavern as my balls got crushed even further. This had been going on for hours, which didn’t come as a surprise. She always used to play with my genitals for hours, and nothing indicated that it would be different this time around. While my balls got further brutalized, my cock received the most heavenly pleasure imaginable. I’m inclined to say a magical feeling, which unfortunately wouldn’t be just a metaphor, but a fact, as both the pleasure and pain were induced by magic. Magic---something I refused to believe existed just mere months ago. Yet magic or not, my tormentor saw to it to give me never enough to push me over the edge; the excruciating pain my balls had to endure took care of that.

After what had been undoubtedly hours, my throbbing balls got released, and my tears of pain were replenished by tears of relief. While still emitting waves of pain, the ballbusting pressure has faded. So had the pleasure my cock received---when the bad vanishes, so does the good. Leaving my member hard, dripping, and unsatisfied---bobbing up and down as if it begged for the last smidge of pleasure to finally push it over the edge. Unfortunately, as I have learned by now, that’s never going to happen.

It won’t be long until this weirdly proud lioness slave will come and attach my genitals back to my body. What a strange thought---or rather reality. Whenever her---or rather our, as much as I hated that thought--- Mistress commanded she comes and conjures some magic to sever my genitals from my body---though at the same time they stayed attached to me in the sense that every touch and sensation will be still transmitted to my body as if my precious appendage would be still there. Yet only a shade remained in their place when I watched the slavegirl carrying my vulnerable genitals out on a silver tray. While delivering them straight to that goddamn Succubus, who then didn’t have to deal with the hassle of freeing my body from its restraints. Though the word restraint is used quite loosely here. That menace of a demon had forced me to that cave wall, murmured a few incantations, and then the rock itself grew over my wrists and ankles, keeping me here secure and immobilized since I had arrived.

How could all this happen? How did I end up here? It’s hard to gauge time in this place, but it had to be several months ago when I still lived where I belonged, in an ordinary world bare of magic or demons. It all began after discovering an old tome in the archives of the museum I used to work. The book’s unusual appearance intrigued me. The heavy dark green cover with its protruding brass runes on top of it, its rough surface, and thick, yellowed pages, the book called to me; a mystery screaming to be solved. Written in a language, I had never seen before and a script I believe to be unknown in my world.  Something I should not have been able to read---and in fact, I couldn’t make sense of a single word---but the sounds, those I could produce. They seemed to appear in my thoughts just like that, and as if in a trance, I recited them.

I browsed through the pages and stopped at a random one;---though, in hindsight, I’m doubtful chance had any play in this. The page showed some scribblings unmistakably depicting the preparation of a ritual. The instruction, while weird at best, didn’t seem to be impossible to follow. Not that I enjoyed hunting sewer rats or understood why the candles required to be infused with my semen harvested at midnight. Back then, it seemed less unreasonable than it sounded now, but still, how in the 7 hells did I come to the conclusion that following such a stupid ritual was the way to go? A voice inside me drove me to do it, told me I should do it, for science if nothing else. Though, what reasonable scientist would commence an occult ritual in an old tome? Me apparently when I forgot the memo about “magic isn’t real, you dumbfuck”! Yet, in my trance-like state, reason had abandoned me, and just after a few days of preparation, I commenced the ritual. As for the cover, I couldn’t understand a single word of the incantation, yet the sounds necessary appeared in my mind. I muttered the words, not knowing what they were.

I remember being most surprised and equally horrified when the ritual ended up working. By all logic, nothing should have happened. Though instead, on this very day, I learned the hard way that magic did exist. Slowly a creature emerged amidst the convoluted chalk markings that I laid down on the floor in preparation for the ritual. The Bunny?---or rather Goat?---like creature smiled at me.

Everything became a blur of excitement, lust, and fear. I recall us having sex. In fact, the best one I’ve ever had. Also, the last sex I’ve had ever since and the last time I shot my load. After this encounter, the creature, a Succubus as I’d learn soon, stopped being as friendly and amicable as she had been until then. Apparently, the sex sealed some sort of magical pact without me knowing---or consenting to. The voice in my head that drove me to the idiocy of commencing this ritual in the first place became louder and unmistakably belonged to the Succubus. Any kind of resistance broke, or more correctly, didn’t matter. Whenever I didn’t want to comply with what the voice in my head commanded, I did it anyway, my muscles acting against my will. What explains the circumstances why I followed her through the magic portal to her realm that she had opened.

We entered a large cave, and despite the lack of any visible light source, it appeared well lit. While this would have been exciting under normal circumstances, it wasn’t even remotely the most astounding thing I witnessed on that day. Aside, there were more pressing matters to worry about—for example, the dozens of naked guys tied to the sidewalls by the rock itself. None of them seemed happy, and the guess that they ended up here the same way as I did wasn’t too outrageous. When we arrived at a free spot at one of the walls, between a Lion and a Rat, she conjured some magic, and the rock itself grew over my limbs. I hadn’t fought back, the Succubus’ influence too strong for a mere mortal to overcome. Only then, after she had secured me tightly to the spot that’ll be my “home” for who knows how long, the fog in my mind receded, and the Succubus broke the influence over me. Now, being able to think clearly again, my dire situation sunk in.

Ever since, I wait and dread the moment the Lioness slave comes to take my genitals. Followed by screaming my lungs out when the Succubus “plays” with them remotely for her convenience and enjoyment, while I pray for it to end quickly---though it never does, she always takes her sweet time pulverizing my balls and denying me the orgasm I long for.  

For distraction, while dreading my next very unwanted cbt session, I tried to talk to some of the other males in my vicinity. Though, the Rat seemed to be far gone, making any conversation with him nigh impossible. What he says rarely makes sense. Yet what truly stirred my concern was the language he spoke---one that died out about 200 years ago. Since I worked as a linguist expert in the museum, I found myself in the unlikely spot to actually understand his blabbering. And under normal circumstances, I’d be stoked talking to a native speaker of an extinct language---madman or not, from a scientific view exciting either way. Though nothing here was normal and considering that my physical health could only be described as incredible, a persistent ache in my balls aside, despite having neither eaten nor drunk for months, concerned me greatly. The most logical conclusion was that this Rat was over 200 years old, as physical needs seemed to matter little in this place. Impossible in my world, but here it seemed all too likely. How long will I have to endure this hell? A frightening question!

The other guy in talking range was a Lion. He spoke the same language as me and spent the last 5 years here. Though, most of the time, this admittedly quite dislikeable Lion, with an aggressive demeanor, complained about his “traitor wife”. And while I’m certainly not in love with his wife, yes, that Lioness slave, I have a certain sympathy for her after witnessing her husband’s behavior. I talked to him as little as possible. Conversing with the Rat was highly preferable to me. As nonsensical as his monologues tended to be, it, at least, interested me on an academic level. I could imagine worse ways to pass my time. And so I ended up here, listening to a crazy Rat while waiting for a Succubus to crush my balls.

The Lioness

Five years ago, the bargain with the Succubus had been made. Five years of being her slave. Five years of sweet revenge and no regrets. My violent husband, I’m still disgusted calling him that, raped and beat me. Not just once, not even only occasionally, no, he did it several times a week. I hate this disgusting piece of shit. He didn’t tire down to threaten me with my death either by his hand or by his brother’s if I’d ever call the authorities. And whenever he didn’t abuse me, he drank away my measly librarian salary. I was desperate and depressed. Anxious and loathed.

Escape appeared impossible from the hell my life had become after marrying him. Not until the blessed day where I discovered a half-rotten tome in a remote corner of the library’s basement. The runes and inscriptions were written in a language and script I’ve never seen before. The book intrigued me for reasons I could not explain, and with the resources of a vast library at hand, deciphering it seemed all too achievable. Time-consuming without a doubt, but any reason to stay longer at work was most welcome. This asshole could snoop on me as much as he wanted; when he thought I earned money for his alcoholism, he wouldn’t start a fight. Aside from having to share less time with my husband, the task at hand seemed entirely pointless. Though it gave me some kind of hobby, a distraction from my hellhole home. So every evening before I left, I took an hour or two and deciphered and translated the book.


I didn’t expect this to be easy, but things went slower than anticipated. By all I could tell, the script simply didn’t exist, or at least no records of it. Yet, some dusty, never borrowed books contained descriptions of an ancient occult writing system that featured distinct similarities. A good enough starting point! It took more than two years, but slowly the book revealed its secrets. It would have been easy to dismiss this book as some kind of joke, as it described summoning rituals for creatures---demons?--- from the Plane of Chaos. This sounded silly at best; I certainly didn’t believe in magic in any shape or form, if only because of my most unmagical life. But there was this one thing that made 1 % of me believe---an unknown script and language derived from an obscure ancient one;---There had to be something to it, no? The idea of summoning a demon to get rid of my husband sounded delicious. And what would be the worst that could happen? Nothing, exactly. No devil could be worse than this drunk asshole.

A Succubus seemed like an interesting one to summon. While the ritual requirements could be described as weird at best, it was neither impossible nor too elaborate to commence. And so I did.

To my astonishment, it worked. I summoned a Succubus. One quite confused and annoyed Succubus, in fact. As I learned, she didn’t expect to be summoned by someone who does not possess a cock. Apparently, that messed with the ritual and thus with her chances to return to her realm. She needs to be summoned by a male who she then can have sex with. Otherwise, the ritual is considered incomplete, and she would be stranded in my world. I told her that I might have a male for her, albeit a low in quality one. I revealed that the semen required to summon her was provided by my husband, even though unknowingly.

The Succubus agreed to help me. Though sympathetic for my reason, she told me I have to pay the price for the insolence summoning her. She explained if I don’t want another male taken in my husband’s place, I have to come along with her and serve as a slave in her domain. As it seems, if a male summons her, he will be seduced by the magic of the ritual itself, but I, as a female, was immune to this. Now, since no one is charmed, she has to cast a spell herself. And if I understood her correctly, any use of magic costs her power and lifeforce, which she unsurprisingly wasn’t happy to spend. Being her slave for all eternity sounded like a steep price. But with this husband, I was in hell already and might as well actually take him there with me. Especially considering that she promised me that my life will be highly preferable to my husband’s fate. That aside, I had arrived at a point where I’d done anything to see this ass suffer. No matter what it had cost me.

So the decision turned out to be surprisingly easy, considering what was asked for. But when your life is hell, the choice to actually go to hell---or Plane of Chaos, whatever--- wasn’t that hard. Five years later, it seemed that a demon is actually more friendly than my husband, and unlike him doesn’t show any interest in beating me. Yes, being a slave often ends up being tedious and rarely fulfilling, yet I consider my life drastically improved.

Despite being rarely exciting, the life of a Succubus’s slave had its perks. The lack of abuse aside, I witnessed my husband’s suffering firsthand. On top of it, I became Mistress’s favorite. Her other female slaves rarely got any attention and were simply expected to do their dull duties like cleaning. On the flip side, I was granted some simple magic. Nothing too crazy, of course, and just what was required to execute her tasks. Though still, it set me worlds apart from any other slave, female or not, in her domain. She assigned me to sight her male victims and select who gets harvested next.  

My meager powers enabled me to sense which of her boys had recovered and was ready for his next harvest. So many fearful males! And all afraid of me! Panicking when I detach their cock, to carry it to Mistress! And yes, the other power she bestowed me with was the ability to separate their genitals from their bodies. They still feel and sense everything as if it were still connected, but now I can deliver it to Mistress for harvesting without dealing with an unwilling male attached to it. This power certainly was a weird one to have, but also quite thrilling. In particular, when it was my former husband’s turn! Having so much control over his precious bits was invaluable to me.

Of course, I was as replaceable as her other slaves, yet being granted this power and having responsibility fills me with joy. Yet, being a lowly slave still had some distinct downsides. The permanent nudity was one of them, and I can’t say I have gotten used to it. Though, that’s a fate I shared with all her slaves. At least as one of her females, my most private parts were hidden. This brings me to the other unpleasant element, the permanently fitted chastity belt I wore. I was so goddamn horny after five years! But in the grand scheme of things, I considered those as a minor inconvenience. My husband suffers, and I have my revenge! The price I paid happily!

Walking through the cave to decide which of the guys will be next, I almost jumped for joy when sensing that a certain Lion was ready for harvest. I’m quite sympathetic to all those boys trapped in her lair and suffering for centuries, but that pity did not apply to my Lion. My ever wet nether region dripped and tingled with extra excitement. Nothing makes me hotter than seeing his balls crushed and his cock denied. This also was one of the few occasions where my chastity belt became a burden. Damn, I want to touch myself while watching his genitals being brutalized!

She never cared to explain adequately to me why I have to wear a heavy metal chastity belt in a Succubus’s Lair of Lust of all places. But I have agreed to be her slave, and if that’s her wish, so be it. That aside, I actually could not remember having seen her climax herself ever. And she certainly wouldn’t care if I’m around or not. Modesty wasn’t necessarily the trait of a Succubus. Having seen her nude and exposed quite often, I have to say, she usually was quite wet herself. As if she’d never orgasm. And in this case, she asked nothing from me that she didn’t suffer through herself. A thought I deemed quite comforting.

When I arrived in her throne room with my husband’s genitals on a silver tray, she still played with the cock of her latest acquisition---a Red Fox. Two magical force fields painfully squeezed his balls almost flat. As a girl, I can’t truly fathom the pain involved, but it looked quite unpleasant. Simultaneously magical tendrils caressed his cock. His member was rock hard and dripping pre-cum despite his crushed balls. Masterfully she kept him at the brink of orgasm. My powers permitted me to sense that the same way she could. Whenever he got too close, his balls got crushed a little bit more while the tendrils continued to pleasure him at the same rate. At some point, he’ll be so close to cumming, that no more pleasure can’t be extracted without pushing him over the edge, no matter how much ball torture was involved. And only then will Mistress stop.

She never cared to explain how exactly it worked. She was the Mistress after all and certainly didn’t need to explain herself to a slave---a very curious slave, though---damn, I’d love to understand more---! But judging by the bits and pieces of information she gave, it seemed that she gained power by keeping their “harem” of males as horny as possible. The longer they were teased and denied, the randier they got, and that fed her powers. Something like that. Didn’t make a lot of sense to me. But then what did make sense in this realm?

What I knew, though, was that the Fox’s cock will stay hard for hours after she stopped playing with him. From what I observed an excruciatingly unpleasant period for the males. Hard and close to cumming, but no one who gave them the last bit of pleasure they yearned for. Apparently, they’re getting so close that just one quick stroke would push them over. That was also the reason why I had no permission to touch them ever. Hence why I carried their bits on a tray.

As a new part of her collection, the Fox should consider himself fortunate. Many of her other slaves dreamed about getting soft just mere hours after a session with Mistress ended. Because the longer one has served her, the more lust and frustration accumulated, and thus the periods until their cocks calmed down became longer---much longer. I’m thinking of that white Rat who stayed perpetually hard for weeks after a session. Permanently on the brink of climaxing, just one small touch and he would erupt. One little touch he never received.

Eventually, after they have been worked in Mistress’s lair for about 250 years, their cocks will stay erect permanently. She explained that to me due to its relevance to my task. As her ultimate goal was to get them in the perma-hard condition. And since I oversaw her “harem”, she required me to tell her if one of them was ready to be transferred to her collection on the throne room’s altar.

When their genitals were ready for their final duty, the male attached to them won’t be needed anymore. Well, not in Mistress’s lair at least. They, of course, still needed to be alive to keep their cocks healthy and randy. Thus their cock will stay with Mistress forever, while the attachment was sent away as a tribute for the Overlord---a deity-like creature, controlling the whole Plane of Chaos. From what she told me, being enslaved by the Overlord often ended up being less desirable than hanging at Mistress’s cave wall and fearing the next session of brutal cbt. Aside from that, they were still horny beyond belief, no matter their new tasks. Always just a micron away from shooting their load. So excruciatingly close to cumming that a single touch with a finger on their cock tip would do the trick. But instead, they never even will see their cocks again, not to talk about touching it or having it touched by someone. Apparently, this collection of ultra denied cocks was the real source of a Succubus’s power. The most treasured possession of a Succubus, her trophies, and a sign of status. Without them, she would perish, she told me once.
 
The Succubus

She watched her loyal Lioness slave enter, carrying a feline cock on a silver tray. Not any Lion’s cock but the one belonging to the slave’s husband. A person the Lioness despised so much that she willingly gave up her freedom, just to see him suffer. A level of determination the Succubus deemed quite impressive. She loved that on her. And ultimately, that had been the reason why she wanted this Lioness as her slave. Not just like any slave, but as her special one. One with a higher purpose. She had plans for the Lioness.

Her eyes wandered to her slave’s chastity belt while she continued focusing her magic to pleasure and torture the Fox’s cock and balls. The Succubus had mercilessly worked the poor guy’s genitals for the past 3 hours. Yet the Lioness’s nether regions were dripping wet as if she would have been the one who received the Succubus’s pleasure magic. Her juices of lust ran down from the belt and hit the floor. Even after a few moments, a puddle has formed between the slave’s feet. The girl hasn’t climaxed or pleasured herself for the past five years she has lived here. And she will stay denied for the centuries to come. So were the rules of this, and indeed any, Succubus’s domain. But the state of denial wasn’t the primary source of the Lioness’s arousal; no, she anticipated the torture of her husband’s genitals. Nothing could excite this slave more. The demon often pitied the fact that her kind was incapable of extracting power from a female. Only male genitals did the job.

As the Succubus observed her trusted and most favorite slave, she thought: “This day might be as good as any. A good day to reveal the fate she sought out for her.” She was most curious how the Lioness would react.

“Ah, I see it’s your husband’s turn once more?”

The Lioness nodded frantically: “Yes, Mistress!” after a short break, she added: “I---I hope he will suffer greatly at your hand!”

The Succubus laughed: “Seems you still hold quite the resentment toward your once husband. But keep in mind, for me, he is no more or less than any other of my males! Just a source to fuel my power. Though, rest assured, girl, he won’t enjoy this session any more or less than his previous ones!”

“Y--yes, of course, Mistress, I didn’t want to be disrespectful.”

“You’re forgiven. Say, being a slave doesn’t seem to bother you?

“N-no, Mistress. We had a bargain, and you kept your part, and I will not stray from mine!”

Even though the Lioness often appeared to be anxious and wary, there always was strength too; the Succubus loved that. It made this slave so special. The Lioness was respectful and cautious in her demeanor but never cowered in fear like the other ones. “Tell me, slave, do you enjoy the powers I bestowed upon you?”

“I---yes, I do, though I admit, I feel pity for all but one.”

“Don’t feel too bad for them.---See, they all brought that upon themselves. They were already slaves of their lust before they decided to summon me.”

The Succubus looked into the puzzled expression of her slave. When the Lioness tried to fit another piece into the puzzle, this place had to be to her.

“Let me explain, slave. In your world, and many others of your dimension, are tomes hidden, like the one you discovered. Those books are enchanted. Most people would be naturally repelled by the magic aura and instinctively not bother with them. Yet, a few are drawn to those tomes instead. Those usually particularly horny and perverted fellas are those who the enchantment is directed to. And those often end up summoning a Succubus.

“So---only perverts summon you?”

“Well---I guess you could say so, horny perverts and apparently a desperate lioness. I assume your determination and desperation were strong enough to unknowingly disarm the magic. However, being summoned into your dimension comes at a price for the Succubus. We lose lifeforce and power.”

“Oh---that sounds terrible, Mistress! W--would you die if you’re being summoned too often?”

“Yes, if I’m summoned too often in quick succession or have to stay for too long outside of my domain, I’ll perish. Further, whenever I reach climax, I lose a considerable amount of my power. Additionally, every moment I spent outside this domain also tugs on my lifeforce. And as you know, I need to have sex and reach a mutual orgasm with a male from the world I got summoned into. Except for your husband, that’s usually also the one who commenced the ritual.

“Being a Succubus seems quite scary, Mistress!---But---uhh---why the Sex to get back?”

“Questions about the why are difficult to explain to someone like you. See, your dimension is based on laws of logic and order, but the Chaos Plane, on the flipside, follows rules of desires and emotions. All its natural inhabitants are an incarnation of a desire or an emotion. For example, I, a Succubus, am simply an incarnation of lust. And to clarify, we’re talking about lust and not pleasure or release. However, the mutual sex marks the male, only that way I can traverse the dimensions with him. And since your husband’s scent was strong on you, I also could take you with me.”

“So---so that’s why the males aren’t permitted to cum? To keep them always horny---full of lust?

“Yes, that’s why they never shoot their load, nor you, and also not me. Every orgasm in my domain would damage it, and thus me, as my domain and I, are one. The only time I climax is when I get summoned, which hurts me already a great deal. I’m certainly not frivolously touching myself just to fuel some weak desire!
On the other hand, a male’s perpetual lust and craving to cum enables me to extract the power that resides in that desire, to which my lifeforce is linked by design. And the hornier a guy is, the more power I can gain from it. Unfortunately, the harvest of the female desire lies in a different creature altogether. But despite that I can’t gain anything from a girl, it still would be damaging if you’d climax while remaining in my domain.”

“So---you need those males to suffer to keep yourself alive?”

“Yes, slave, that’s the curse of a Succubus. Like a predator, we have to hunt horny males to survive, and the enchanted tomes are the lure. And to make things worse, the power it costs us to be summoned and being forced to climax is large. Only a fully pent-up slave that ends in my personal collection” she nodded toward the altar with the impressive collection of erected cocks “gives me the amount of new lifeforce and power to just make it worth it.”

“---” The Lioness struggled to find a useful reply. Despite the power, her Mistress harnessed, being a Succubus seemed to be more difficult and dangerous as she could have ever imagined.

“It is how it is. Fortunately, your world doesn’t believe in magic and thus doesn’t practice it. Some other Succubi don’t have that luck! In worlds with practiced magic users, they often acquire the knowledge to bind a Succubus to their realm. And even a powerful Succubus wouldn’t survive longer than a few decades under those circumstances.”

“That is horrible! But---that means every Succubus is allocated to a certain planet?”

“Yes, that’s true. And in a truly chaotic fashion, we have no say in that, we’re simply drawn to a certain world when we are created. But, I hope that you’ll find a nice world as I did when you’re ready.”

It took the Lioness several moments to grasp what her Mistress said. “Uh---what? You---mean--?

“Yes, slave. Some of the power I’m gaining I project onto you. It made you capable of conjuring some simple magic as you know, and you might have noticed some of the changes on your body already.” The Succubus watched the Lioness touching the little horns that began to grow from her scalp “Yes, my girl, you’ll become a Succubus---eventually. A rare gift, seldom bestowed onto a mortal. But you seem to have what it needs. The necessary fortitude, determination, and quite frankly sadism, considering how wet you get seeing your husband suffer. How could I pass up such an opportunity.”

The Lioness was shocked yet happy. She expected to be a slave forever because, as she had learned, as long as she remained in this realm, she was immortal, like everyone else there. And she was content with serving her Succubus mistress forever and would have never asked for more. Becoming a Succubus herself? It seemed unreal. She couldn’t even tell if this news was a positive or a negative one. How could the Lioness have had any grasp of what it meant to become an immortal demon? Though without doubt, she considered herself as honored, yet also worried, since being a Succubus clearly wasn’t all fun and games as she had learned just moments ago.

“Don’t get too worried about it now, slave!” the Succubus said as she noticed the conflicted expression in her slave’s face “The transformation isn’t a fast process. In your measurements of time, it will take about 500 years! And until then, you will remain my slave, my most loyal servant, my pet! Do not think I’d expect less from you from now on! I, in fact, expect more! You’ll show me how good of a slave you truly can be!”

The Lioness didn’t hesitate and kneeled on the ground and began to kiss her Mistress hooves. “Yes, Mistress, I’ll be your most loyal servant! Thanks for granting me such an honor!”

The demon was content with her precious slave and soon-to-be fellow Succubus. An allied one, so she hoped and expected. But it would be hardly imaginable that this slave would ever betray her. Neither as servant nor as equal Succubus. She’d had to do something foolish to somehow lose this Lioness’s loyalty.



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