5 comments/ 25819 views/ 6 favorites Guys and Dolls By: bobsamade ***AUTHOR'S NOTE - Sorry to anyone expecting another Garden/Sinspawn chapter. I am still working on them, but this just popped into my head one day and so I thought I'd better jot it down. Normal service will resume soon! Dirk Longstaff bowed his head as he hung back in the shadows. In the glow of the streetlights, a lone figure in a loose fitting shirt whistled quietly to himself as he sauntered along the sidewalk of Flick-knife Alley. Living up to the street's nickname, he toyed absent mindedly with a miniature blade. It was the detective's target, Unhappy Jack – a real piece of work. He'd been responsible for several murders around the inner-city area. All pretty young things they were, and Unhappy Jack had cut them up good, before carving a smile on their face. Something to do with never being loved when he was younger. The very thought made Longstaff sick to the stomach. The police had never been able to gather enough evidence to make an arrest, but in the last week he'd got sloppy. He'd been identified by several witnesses who saw him following a young redhead several hours before she went missing. All of which led Dirk to tonight. With the help of his partner, Cassie, he was going to capture Jack once and for all. All Dirk had to do was wait for Cassie to distract Jack long enough for him to cuff the goon. As Unhappy Jack passed under the glare of another streetlamp, the light above flickered out. "Eh? What the hell...?" began the perplexed perp. The light flared up again, this time bathing the street in a pink glow. A beautiful woman had materialised before him and was draping her arms over his shoulders. "Hello there, handsome," she cooed. The woman was wearing, well she wasn't wearing much at all. A tight corset was clenched tightly round her torso, pushing up a well-rounded bosom and leaving only a pair of lace panties and some stockings to preserve the modesty of her lower half. Her face was one of youthful naivety mixed with hot glamour, and lush blonde hair flowed down her head in buoyant waves. Sparkling blue eyes twinkled at him above a petite nose and lush red lips. She was innocence and porn chic in one hot package, and she appeared to be really into Jack. The thug was finding it hard to think, and was becoming aware of a growing tightness in his underwear. "Wow, someone's glad to see me," the woman giggled, before leaning to whisper in his ear. "I'm glad to see you too. Want me to show you how glad?" Jack gulped and nodded enthusiastically. *** Way to go Cass, Dirk observed from the darkness. Basic transportation and charm spell offensive. The one-two combo any self-respecting succubus knows like the back of their leathery wings. Cassie had done her best to tuck away her wings tonight of course, and her horns and tail. No need to draw unnecessary attention to themselves. Dirk hoped the same was true for him. A thick lump was straining against the edge of his trousers. Being near Cass had the unfortunate effect of being in the reach of her sexual aura – leading to many a bulging pocket and pair of sodden panties back at the precinct. Ever since the gateway to Hell had opened, life had been different for the residents of Sinkhole City. Life had become much more dangerous for residents, and not just because of the demons that crawled out of the crater that once housed the Church of Ezekiel. Apparently the crater was only a portal to a fragment of Hell – namely the Plane of Lust, which housed not only all kinds of manifestation's of men's lust, but twisted perversions of them too. The Army had been given extra funding and drafted in more troops to the city to help tackle the more psychotic and violent denizens that poked their head round the door. Such as the hydra-like beast that emerged with several hundred phalluses, each one regenerating into two new shafts when cut. By the end of that conflict, the road itself looked like the star of some sort of urban bukkake video. It was the more seductive creatures that were more dangerous though – the succubi or the Visions. Visions would start out innocently enough - merely as a dream inside one's mind, tempting it with erotic delights, coaxing the victim to climax in his or her sleep and sapping their energy. But with every climax, the Vision would grow stronger and stronger, eventually to the point where it could take physical form before its victim. Then that person was truly doomed – Visions possess the ability to transform themselves into any shape they desire. But as they feed off the fantasies of their victim, so will the Vision instinctively take the form most alluring to its prey. Then it would begin its life cycle of lavishing the victim with untold pleasures for hours on end, before leaving them in a peaceful slumber for hours at a time, seeking out other humans and gaining contact (a breath in an ear would be enough) to spread the pleasing dreams to others. It was murder of a kind – in that a Vision was robbing someone of their potential life – never again would they leave the house – they either wouldn't want to, or wouldn't be conscious. A cure had been devised in the form of a pill that would prevent the taker from entering REM sleep for several days, starving the demon. Problem was, when a dream was as nice as that of a Vision, who'd want to take it? Succubi were easier to deal with. Kind of. They were certainly easy enough to spot – while Visions would at least dress modestly in public to avoid attention, succubi seemed to have an innate distrust of clothes, and at first the stunning starlets would shun them at every turn, playing havoc with officers trying to enforce public decency laws. The horns emerging from their hair, as well as their tail and wings, certainly helped too. They didn't even seem to mind the constant arrests either – often they would walk straight out of the cell they'd been locked in with a smug grin on their face and an exhausted guard left to nurse an overworked set of genitals. The problem was succubi emanated an undetectable sexual aura that forced any sentient life in close proximity into a heightened sense of arousal, while the focused power of this burst could bring about bouts of obsession, excessive desire and a complete inability to think straight in its target. It was the very nature of their insatiable sexual appetite that made succubi dangerous. Each orgasm they took from their target appeared to rob them also of some aspect of their vitality, while the sexual act itself seemed designed to prevent people from ever stopping – once a human orgasmed into a succubus, male or female, a valve was opened that only the demon could shut, as if surrendering that release to the demon granted her control over their body's sexual response. The worst victims were left as lifeless, dry husks after such an encounter, which is what made them so dangerous. At first, all succubi were hunted by the authorities, until an agreement was reached. In exchange for having their horns clipped at the halfway mark, a succubus was allowed as many encounters as she wished on the proviso she stopped before the point of death. This meant only the psychotic, domineering succubi who delighted in draining their prey were left, and there was carte blanche for the militia to track down any sets of sharp horns. When the trade-off came into effect, sleazy bar owners thought they'd make a killing by hiring legal dancing succubi girls to bring in the punters and keep them there with their innate charm magicks. What they hadn't counted on was their staff dragging the happy punters back to their place after hours and keeping them so exhausted they didn't return for another fortnight. Indeed, if there was one benefit to succubi in Sinkhole City, it was that their arrival had single-handedly wiped out the illicit sex trade, not to mention pornography. But it wasn't just dirty joints that hired succubi. They were incredibly effective as police officers, especially with their ability to track a man or woman for the rest of their days after 'tasting' them. Between all succubi in the precinct, there was a "homing beacon" for just about every single man, as well as several women and married couples. So, despite initial misconceptions, not every succubi that came from the gateway were inherently evil. Some, like Dirk's partner Cassie, came onto the force in an effort to undo the harm caused by their companions from the crater and help the humans keep order. It was a good thing too, mused Dirk. If it wasn't for the force getting supernatural help, the city would be over-run, and the demon infestation could spread worldwide. With a start, the detective realised his thoughts had wandered, and turned back to the scene before him. Now Cassie had immobilised Unhappy Jack, Dirk could rush in there with the handcuffs and Bob's your uncle, Sally's your... "What the? Cass, no!" yelled Dirk. The flirtatious succubus had yanked down the unresisting Jack's trousers and proceeded to pump his man's best friend for information. Jack was standing, swaying slightly, with a slack grin on his face while Cass beamed as she slid her fist up and down his length, waiting for that moment of release. It happened before Dirk could arrive, leaving their suspect to shoot a thick volume of white fluid all over a delighted Cass. Dirk quickly slapped a pair of cuffs on the unmoving Jack before dragging him away from the eager sex demon. He didn't look so unhappy any more that was for damn sure. That was the problem with these damn succubi, Jack scowled. They always got carried away. *** Things got from bad to worse at the precinct. It was bad enough without Cassie indulging her usual habit of "accidentally" bumping into and brushing close against any male officer she passed, but Dirk had to drag the dead weight of a dazed Jack to the interview room by himself. He preferred it when they were struggling. At least then they'd keep themselves upright. Finally he managed to slump the guy in the interview chair, but still he smiled that same damn vacant smile. Well, there was only going to be one cure for this, Longstaff thought despairingly as he reached for a glass of ice cold water. "Sorry Jack, but it's wakey-wakey time," he muttered as he tossed the glass content's in the suspect's face. Jack spluttered and gasped, shaking his head as he sprang back into life. "God-darn it, what the hell...!" he choked out in a furious southern drawl. "Well hello again Jack, feeling better are we?" "Ah tarnation Longstaff, not you again. How many times I got to tell ye, I ain't done nothing!" "Save it Jack," he snapped back. "I'm not in the mood. "But I tell you what I am in the mood for. A picture game." He slapped the photo of the redhead on the table. "Now this is Mary-Jane Ellis. She's 18 and starts college next month. "Only problem is she went missing early last week. No-one's seen her since Tuesday." Jack had turned white as a sheet. He recognised her, that much was certain. "Sorry, I-uh... I-I-I don' recognise her..." "Can it Jack – you've been spotted following her by no less than five witnesses." "They're... they're all talking crazy. I dunno what they said but... no, no, not me." His mouth closed tightly and Dirk began to suspect he was literally biting his lip. "Jack, if you won't co-operate with me, I'll have to bring in my partner and she really doesn't like leaving the interview room empty-handed." Jack stared pointedly at a corner of the ceiling. "Fine, don't say I didn't try doing things the easy way." Dirk stepped out into the hallway and turned to Cassie who was leaning against the wall. "Well, Cass, he's flying in the face of those witnesses. Go in there and find out what he knows. Don't rough him up too much – be gentle and we should be golden." Cassie stood to attention at the words. "Right you are," she answered before swiftly entering the room. Dirk frowned. People rarely saw the nasty side of succubi – mainly because they would be in the midst of being enticed into bed or shooting inside the demons – but when succubi wanted to hurt you, the sight was beyond terrifying. The mere threatening demeanour and behaviour of a succubus on the offensive had made many an Army cadet rethink their chosen career. Cassie seemed to have mastered the art of getting what she wanted without actually wounding her interviewees, but Dirk never felt truly comfortable leaving her in there. Given how fragile Jack seemed too, he thought he'd better stick around this time. After a nervous five minutes spent leaning against the post, he heard frantic moaning coming from the interview room and a wet slopping sound. Oh shit! His panic-stricken mind leapt straight to the worst possible outcome – she was ripping Jack apart! Was that sound his spleen dropping onto the floor, ripped from his body by Cass's talons? Dirk burst into the room in a desperate bid to halt the carnage. Instead, what he saw merely led to a weary sigh. Cassie was on her knees between Jack's legs and was sucking the guy off like her life depended on it. Jack's head was tilted back in unabashed pleasure. The bastard probably couldn't believe today's luck, Longstaff thought bitterly. "Mmm-hmm-aghhh-ockkk," came Cassie's muffled voice as she slurped in delight, her eyes locked on Jack with a look of pure glee. "Cassie!!!" roared Dirk. Jack groaned again as great gouts of seed pulsed into Cassie's mouth. She pulled away to look at Dirk, leaving several airborne splodges to shoot right against her cheek. Steam ran off it as it heated up and was absorbed into her pores. "Oh, hi Dirk," she giggled. "Wanna join us?" She wiggled her exposed rear to him invitingly. "No Cass, I uh..." He staggered unevenly as he tried to focus. Cass had unleashed a full spread of pheromones into the room and fighting off the effects was going to be difficult. "No Cass, I..." Dammit, that was one sweet ass staring back at him. It couldn't hurt just to... just a quick one... no one would know, right? But Dirk would know – and he would certainly feel it. His mind harked back to the one time he ignored the golden rule at the station and gave in to Cassie's amorous advances. It had been one of the best nights of his life, but she got too excited and he was out of commission for a week after. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small vial of clear liquid, before necking the contents in one gulp. Within a matter of seconds of consuming the bitter liquid, an icy fever surged through his body and he broke out in a mild cold sweat as his erection lost its potency. The solution was a rare cocktail taken from a plant that grew near the crater and was essentially poisonous, bringing about a mild fever in anyone who ingested it. It also had the incredibly useful side effect of negating sexual arousal for several hours – a necessity for the era. "Um, I was just talking to er, Jack here and uh, making sure he wasn't holding anything back from me," explained Cassie sheepishly. "Cass, I sent you in here to get information," Dirk retorted irritably. "You told me to be gentle! And I was!" She looked longingly at Jack's still hard shaft. "So gentle..." "That's enough! What have you learnt from him?" "I was just getting to that! Geez!" Cassie was beginning to get worked up. She turned and with her left hand, she gently guided his head so his eyes looked into hers. "Did you like that Jack?" He grinned dopily. "Yeah..." "Would you like more?" "Yeah...!" "Well, first you have to tell me if you know that girl that nice Mr Longstaff showed you a picture of." Jack tensed up, his eyes looking longingly at Cassie's body while his mind fought his need. "I, er, dunno, I..." Cassie focused her attention on him and Dirk noticed the temperature in the room raise slightly. "If you want to play with me again, you HAVE to tell me Jack." She pouted as if hurt. "Please..." Jack's mind lost out to his arousal. "Alright... but I, I didn't tell you this okay? It's the old Waterman's warehouse on Seventh. This lady took it over a couple of months ago, y'know? "Goes by the name of "Plastique". Danged if I know what she's up to, but she's been inviting lots of girls in there for job interviews. Only they don't come out." "Jack, why were you so afraid to tell us this?" Cassie enquired softly. "'Cos this one time... this one time I followed a girl in there... that redhead, but the door was locked. So I sneak round the back and break in... and... Jack was beginning to shake with fear. "...and there's no sign of her. Gone. But I see rows of... rows and rows of... dolls... tons of them... lifesize... "But they, they look too real y'know... like beneath that plastic coating..." "Yes...?" prompted Cassie. "Like... beneath that plastic coating... there's people..." He swallowed. "Their mouths are open, like they're screaming... but... but they don't move, they just look straight ahead... You don't know if they're all looking past you... or looking at you... "That's when I saw her – Plastique – and I... I ran – ain't never looked back. Not 'til now." The serial killer who had committed unspeakable acts of violence shook nervously and brought his knees up to his chest. "Dirk, could you leave us?" asked Cassie. "I ought to take his mind off this... "Besides... I still need to live up to my end of the bargain." "Alright, fine," Dirk scowled. "Just don't leave him too worn out to help with any further enquiries." Cassie grinned evilly. "I can't promise anything." *** "She's clearly a demon," Cassie stated matter-of-factly when the two discussed strategy in the canteen an hour later. "Agreed," nodded Dirk. "The question is what does she want with all these girls?" "I don't know, but we need to get in there. Want me to go in incognito?" Dirk considered it – succubi were good at sneaking around, but against another demon it would be much, much more difficult to stay hidden. "Alright," he declared. "But I'll go in through conventional means to speak to this broad Plastique. Meanwhile, you'll be exploring the inside of this warehouse as a "friend" of Mary-Jane's. "Anyone finds you, you were looking for your missing friend and you'll be on your way. They give you grief, you stun 'em, or fry 'em if they fight back." Cassie raised a hand optimistically. "They'd stay down longer if I sh..." "No Cass. Come on, let's get going." *** TWO HOURS LATER Cassie ripped off the padlock to the rusting metal door with a single yank of her fist before dropping the deformed hunk of metal to the floor with a thud. Surprisingly low-tech security considering how many dangerous beasties walk these streets, she thought with a smile before swinging the door open and setting foot inside the brick building. Once inside, nought but a metal staircase greeted her, leading up several stories to another metal door, this time a bit cleaner than the dilapidated entrance. It looked like it led into the main chamber for the warehouse. After reaching the top of the stairs, she cautiously swung it open, instinctively holding her breath for what lay beyond. What she saw inside surprised even the succubus. The room measured 100 metres in length by about 50 metres width and was lit by several murky skylights. Three floors existed in total, though each one consisted merely of walkways running along the sides of the interior, occasionally cutting across it, with walkways and stairwells connecting each together. Pressed against the walls were rows and rows of hundreds of the "dolls" Jack had been talking about. Each one had the appearance of a naked human woman, except that where once there would be detail, hairs or blemishes, there was only a smooth, peach-coloured glossy coating. It gave off a highly reflective sheen like plastic and ran from the tips of the toes to the forehead, where it seemed to end and give way to what looked like natural locks of hair. Guys and Dolls Each of the bizarre mannequins was standing at attention, with their hands at their sides, while their mouths were wide agape, like a surreal sex doll. Cassie's own senses were registering heat, thoughts, desires and needs from each and every one of them. A human's own natural heat, but combining in the hundreds to make the succubi feel like she'd walked into a furnace. With a click of her fingers, her civilian clothes dissolved into miniature feather-like shreds before disappearing completely as she teleported them back to her apartment. She walked up to one of the dolls – a tall and voluptuous model with flowing and golden locks, and peered closely at it. The woman beneath was breathing, so at least she wasn't killed by whatever process had mummified her so. The plastic coating that covered her spread across her eyes, but as Cassie peered closer, she could see them frantically roving around their sockets beneath the film. From the outside, each one of them projected an image of complete serenity and stillness, but inside it appeared there was a girl longing to get out. Cassie pushed on, past dozens of girls in a similar predicament, before she spied a sleek black door with a sign marked "Packaging Corridor" above it. Deciding that there was nothing else of note to glean from the main room and that helping the girls now would attract attention, she approached the door and looked for a way through. There was no handle at all on the door's surface, and nor could she see any kind of hinge at its side. As she stepped in for a closer look, a hole suddenly appeared in the centre of the door as it contracted, like a muscular orifice to grant her passage. With another click of her fingers, her hand sprouted a bloom of blue flame, which cast a light into the dark corridor that lay beyond. It could have been her imagination but as she set foot inside, Cassie could have sworn she heard very feminine moaning. Venturing further in, a symphony of feminine cries greeted her, as shapes bulged outwards from the wall. Turning to illuminate each one in turn, she saw a shifting mass of what looked like an oil slick sliding and spreading across the wall of the corridor. But spaced at various intervals along the wall were bodies – live, female bodies. They were encased within the slick black walls themselves, and they writhed and contorted in a disjointed symphony as it slipped and flowed across their bodies. The black cocoon that held them seemed to be skin tight, and each one appeared to be completely naked beneath. Only their heads emerged from the walls, while their bodies were held flat against it, their weight fully supported with their legs spread. Cassie gasped as her supernatural senses soaked up the overwhelming sexual energy being generated from inside the room. It had almost sneaked up on her, but now – fully exposed to it – it felt like someone had used the room as a sexual nuclear generator. Her nipples instinctively hardened and a dribble started to work its way down toward her thighs. Unconsciously her hand edged, ever so slowly towards her crotch... With a steely resolve she pulled it back and carried on, until a familiar face in the wall caught her attention. "Mary-Jane?" she said, as she approached it. "Mary-Jane Ellis?" The girl was panting heavily, and the look on her face was one Cassie had come to recognise on girls her age from numerous past encounters – one that spoke of previous fear, but a more recent surrender. "Ah... ah... can't stop... can't stop..." she gasped as she tried to communicate. "Can't stop... hah... cominnnngggg...." Her eyes screwed shut, and as Cassie knelt down to inspect, she saw through the glossy black substance coating her body that her pussy was spasming in the grip of strong orgasmic seizures. Even as the contractions subsided, still the coating kneaded and manipulated the girl's clitoris and folds of her pussy lips, both of which were clearly defined in the substance. It even appeared to have flown inside, presumably stimulating poor Mary-Jane from within. As she gazed, lost in thought, Cassie's inquisitive nature got the better of her and she reached out to touch the substance. "Don't worry Mary-Jane, I'm with the police department," she murmured, trying to work out precisely what the stuff was. "We'll get you out, all of you." Whatever it was, it was cool to the touch and had a rubbery texture, like latex. But as Mary-Jane tried to pull her hand back from it, she found it had somehow been bonded to the substance. The succubus frowned as her hand rested, stuck on Mary-Jane's sex. With greater urgency, waves of the substance centred in on the area, and began to trickle round her fingertips, before spreading across the top of each digit. She started to grow a bit more concerned at this latest development and pulled it back quickly. With one strong tug, her hand came free, but pulled some of the inky black liquid with it. It spread across her hand, somehow self-replicating itself, until her entire right hand was coated with a shiny black glove. The substance, which tingled with an oily coolness, spread further onto her wrist and continued upwards until her entire arm was coated. Frantically, she reached across to tug it off with her left hand, but instantly regretted the decision as the liquid inevitably spread to her other set of fingers and had soon engulfed her other arm. Now both the limbs were coated in the slick substance, which spread a cool wave as it continued to head towards her collarbone. Her arms however, were no longer feeling quite the same. With the all-encompassing liquid sheen covering them and trapping heat, Cassie's arms were beginning to feel quite warm beneath it. As the liquid spread down further, towards her chest, the coating on her arms started to knead and pull softly at her flesh, working loose the tension in her arms. Cassie responded by trying to flex her arms, but it only encouraged the stuff to increase its ministrations. "What are you?" she wondered out loud, it slipped down the hemispheres of her breasts. As it reached the bottom of each globe, the slick tar lifted each upright until they were supported beyond the ability of even her sluttiest tight-fitting top. Even as her stomach became smeared in a liberal coating of the stuff, Cassie found herself admiring the prominent appearance it gave to her chest. 'Actually, this isn't so bad,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe I'll just see what else it can do for my bod. I can always disapparate it if it gets out of hand.' The strategy took a downturn when the blue flame that had been burning inches from her palm finally flickered out, after nearly a minute of Cassie not concentrating on it. She gasped shortly after that when the oily substance reached the bottom of her buttocks and the icy wave at its edge slipped under her crotch. As it slid down her thighs, she felt it tug softly on her clit as a suction engulfed her labia. It was as if it was coaxing the succubus into giving up the fight to enjoy the sensation – and it was doing a very good job. Little waves of pleasure flowed across every inch of her body that was covered in the shiny black coating. Combined with the moans of feminine pleasure that surrounded her, Cassie was sorely tempted to let go of the fight and join them. 'Would it be so bad?' she wondered as it slid over the ends of her toes, completing the neck to feet encasement of the succubus. 'It's still under control. I'll get rid of it.... aaahh...' The pulsing pleasure caressing her folds upped the tempo. '...just as soon as it gets me off.' A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to join the others in a chorus of sensual bliss. Her entire body was being massaged and manipulated by the magical substance, which was quickly turning her into putty in its grasp. Putty to be moulded into the perfect model of euphoric ecstasy. That last thought felt to Cassie so... so... 'deliciously sexy' formed the words in her head, unbidden as she sank onto her hands and knees, her body losing the battle to stay upright in the masterful grasp of the substance. But that only helped pushed the captured succubus over the edge, sending her careening into an orgasm. And as she tried to pick her mind back up again to fend off the being, she was hit once again by another series of pleasurable pulses across her entire body, causing her to collapse onto her side, now lying on the floor as the last of the fight left her muscles. Cassie had experienced orgasms often – whether through a charmed victim giving her oral, or in darker days where she simply rode a man until she came, regardless of his well-being. What she wasn't used to however, was being subjected to several in quick succession, and she quickly found the constant stimulation was making it impossible to gather the focus required to attack the spell with magic. "Aaaaagggh....!!!!" she exploded again in the unrelenting embrace of the slick coating, which tightened its grip on her body, as if it really was drying latex. By about the fifth orgasm, Cassie was losing track of time, and was left to flounder in the sexual oblivion, until a ripping sound signalled that the door 'orifice' had opened once again. Light flooded the chamber, blinding the succubus as two heavily built men wandered in. "There she is, right where Plastique said she'd be." "Be careful just to use your gloves and not to let it slip under – you don't want that shit touching your skin. Not unless you want to join the ladies here." The other man snorted. "Would that be so bad?" "Not until Plastique finds you..." "Yeah yeah, I hear ya." As they got closer, the two men, who appeared to be dressed in thick hazardous matter suits grabbed the still stimulated Cassie by one arm each and started to drag her off. "Come on, we got to get you to the display room, succubitch." *** "So then, Mr Longstaff. What can I do for you?" Dirk gulped and tried to concentrate. Plastique was Hellspawn alright. The impossibly beautiful face, the left side of which was obscured by a slick mop of hair. The unobtainable figure that no woman could realistically hope to achieve – that blend of bountiful breasts and wide hips without an inch of puppy fat elsewhere. Even the dress – a highly reflective latex corset that blossomed into a long, flowing skirt as it passed her waist had seemed almost to shimmer and float of its own volition as she walked in. He slid the photo of Mary-Jane across the desk towards her. "Ms Plastique, this girl went missing in the area a week or so ago. We're just conducting some routine enquiries, checking if anyone might have seen anything. "She doesn't look at all familiar, does she?" Plastique was completely expressionless as she glanced at the photo before handing it back. "Sorry Inspector, I've no memory of seeing this girl." "I'd heard you had a few vacancies going at the moment for women about her age – she didn't happen to enquire about a job perhaps? You must get so many it could be easy to forget a face." Plastique frowned. "Who told you I was hiring?" "Oh, you know, it was just one of those snippets of conversation you overhear. Forgive me, but I'm still not entirely sure what your business is. Do you design clothes?" "I..." Plastique was about to answer when a black phone on her desk rang with a shrill little bell. "Excuse me... Hello? Yes? I see, very good." She put the receiver down and looked back up at Dirk. "Mr Longstaff, I believe we have something of yours in lost and found." Dirk's blood froze – did she mean Cassie? He'd told her to go in stealthily! Plastique got up from her chair and sauntered over to a nearby filing cabinet, before pulling out the top draw, followed by the bottom and then the centre draw. She then closed the bottom, followed by the top and then the centre. This presumably secret combination triggered a shudder from a nearby bookcase, which shook slightly before sinking into the floor and exposing a hidden arch in the door behind it. "Please follow me Mr Longstaff." Dirk got up and followed Plastique as she marched through the doorframe, her dress followed by its own rippling trail of latex that flowed behind her. She turned left and sauntered down a corridor that sat at a right angle to her study and led the way for the anxious detective. In spite of his concern for his colleague however, Dirk found he was still taking the time to admire Plastique's well-defined ass, which sat atop the flow of her skirt and bobbed from side to side with every step. 'If only she wasn't an evil kidnapper,' a darkly comedic part of his mind laughed bitterly. Eventually they reached a red door marked 'Display Room and Private Quarters'. Plastique fished a key out of the cleavage of her dress, unlocked it and held it open for Dirk. "Please, after you." Curiosity got the better of the detective's manners and he walked right in. The interior of the room was covered in satin sheets that hung from the walls in decorative pleats, while the floor was quilted with a bright red shag carpet. Four mannequins were positioned, two at each opposing side of the room, facing dead ahead, arms at sides. What held his attention however was the centrepiece of the room. Hanging from the ceiling was a cuboid frame consisting of 12 poles that faced him at torso level. Inside these poles was a black latex sheet – much like the one flowing from behind Plastique – and inside that sheet was... "Cass..." yelled Dirk. The succubus was covered from neck to toe in a the sheeting, which clung round the poles of the frame. Her body was being held upright by the material, which seemed to be sliding around her. Her breasts were perched prominently upright and looked almost like they were being squeezed, while her crotch – which was held open for all to see between two spread legs – was clearly being manipulated by the stuff. Her face was flushed as her body shivered at the attentions of the substance, and she was panting uncontrollably. "She's been in there for several hours now," Plastique whispered in his ear. Dirk jumped; he hadn't heard her sneak up on him. "It's called 'living latex' and it could very well make my business one of the richest on earth." "What-what... is it?" Dirk gasped. "Well, as I'm sure you've guessed, Inspector Longstaff, I'm not exactly... human. "I was... so glad to get out of that prison I'd been kept in for the last few sands of eternity." Sands... Dirk recognised that word – it was a period of time used by Hellspawn to talk about time spent in the Pit. Down there, seconds would pass as months, years as centuries – making it impossible to ever know how long a demon had been around for. The scribbled notes left behind by humans who had been dragged into it spoke of insanity and chaos, but had left scholars with the impression that once inside, they had stopped ageing. It was all irrelevant though as no-one who had gone in had ever returned. Either that, or they had gone into hiding. Plastique was continuing undeterred. "Naturally, when I left I wanted to enjoy myself. And that means spreading pleasure to all your kind. "That's where living latex comes in. It's nothing artificial, I don't make it – it's merely an extension of me. It can take the form of clothing, bedsheets or, in this case," she indicated Cassie. "A vacuum cube. "The 'latex' is actually a conscious membrane that envelops its prey and seeks out its most sensitive, delightful areas, pleasuring them over and over..." she sighed. "Forever." She smiled knowingly at him. "Which girl wouldn't want a killer dress that can do that?" "There's a slight flaw in your plan, Plastique," Dirk pointed out. "After a couple of days, the 'wearers' are going to get hungry. Not long after that they'll starve to death. "Won't be very good for business." "Oh Mr Longstaff," she chuckled. "They'll only starve if I want them to. "I'm hardly going to kill off paying customers, what kind of businesswoman do you take me for? "You see, you really don't know much about us demons. I am the latex – it is me and I am it, both the same. Neither one is an extension of the other, and I control every atom of its being, and will continue to do so for as long as I produce more living latex. "But I can also sustain every organism caught in its irresistible grip, for as long as I wish. They shall never die, but live, forever, as my toy." She giggled into her hand. "Their toy will make them my toy. Ironic really. Oh, how I do love pleasing you humans." Dirk snarled in anger as his lips curled. "But why, what would you do this to people?" Plastique pouted at him. "I'm just an honest demon trying to make a living for myself now I've escaped the torment of down below. Can you blame me for that?" Dirk very much doubted it was the demons who were tormented inside that cavern. "Now this one we caught her sneaking around in here and so I did a bit of digging around," Plastique said, as she turned her attention back to the succubus. "I gather she's an accomplice of yours – your partner in the fight against crime. But – naughty, naughty, officer – I hear she's a succubus. One of my guards' brother was attacked by her a few months ago." Dirk closed his eyes and bit his tongue. Goddamit Cass. "If you go now, I'll get her out of here and let her go with you." Dirk wasn't buying it. "And what about these missing girls? What happens to them?" "Oh, pfft. That job offer was a front – they came for their free sample of 'living latex' from a hot new fashion designer. "But, in a funny way, they are kind of 'employed' by me now." She walked up to a one of the nearby mannequins and brushed a hand down its chest. For the first time since he walked in, Dirk looked at it in detail. Its hair looked too real to be a wig, the features too realistic to be solid plastic, and as he got closer, he saw eyes beneath the film that extended over them... "They're... they're the..." he gasped. "Yes," confirmed Plastique. "I have a special use for the girls who came to me directly. I'm a little short on help round here, and why have hulking great thugs who you have to pay when you can have such beautiful dolls as these help you for free?" She brushed her hand against the doll's cheek. "They will enjoy their time here ever so." "But are-are they even alive in there?" Plastique turned to him. "Oh yes, they just can't move... yet. Given a little encouragement, you'll soon find you can get humans eating out of your hand." She raised her right hand up into the air and began to mutter the words of a forgotten language, while the supposed latex on her dress slid along her arm and congealed in a rolling ball in her palm. The nearby "dolls" shuddered and gasped in response, taking an uneven step forward, before regaining their balance. "You see, humans are very easy to control," said Plastique, apparently done with her chanting. The dolls continued to moan softly as she spoke over the top of them. "All you need do, is a bit of mild sensory deprivation – dulling awareness, rather than cutting it off – and by mixing that with an overload of the pleasure centres of their brain, you can reach right in there and tell them to do, well, whatever you want. "Their attention will be... elsewhere and won't be able to concentrate on resisting your commands." "That's monstrous!" cried Dirk amidst muffled cries of pleasure. "Oh come, honey. I've been making use of my dolls here for months now. None have come to harm, and as you can see, they've all thoroughly enjoyed their time working for me. "I'm lonely here, and they're so beautiful this way. ...can you blame me for wanting some company?" Guys and Dolls "Plastique, you're under arrest..." began to Dirk. "You have the right to remain silent..." "Oh come now, is that really necessary?" She sauntered over to him. "Come now, let me show you how this living latex works..." Her skirt billowed up and raised into the air, spreading and pointing inwards, as if to attack Dirk. It narrowed and formed a multitude of streaming, shifting ribbons, which lunged for him and tangled themselves round his body, lifting him off his feet. Before he could react, he was already caught in their pervasive grip, and as he struggled, they spread their grip and slid under his clothes. "Let me go Plastique, and I might not add assault of police officers to the charges." "Oh I couldn't do that Detective, you're just too yummy," was the amused response. As the latex slid around under and above his clothing, there was a moment where several lumps shot up and down the fabric like a high-speed game of Whack-A-Mole, before his clothes dropped to the floor in unity. Their captive now naked, the strands moved to his limbs to turn back into restraints. While he was held in the air Plastique stepped closer, until he could feel the heat of her breath on his chest. "Now, don't struggle Detective. I promise you, you're going to enjoy this." Without warning, another globule of the stuff shot out of her torso and landed with a wet smack on Dirk's member. Naturally, after being in the same room as an aroused Cassie for several minutes, it was already as hard as a rock, and that was without knowing if Plastique was having a similar effect on him as well. The blob that had latched onto it spread itself wide over it, before covering the shaft and glans completely, moving down to wrap up his balls. The slippery wet sensation had soon coated both cock and balls in the syrupy black liquid. Heat spread across his member and he watched in awe as it grew harder and harder and harder. The ridges around the head became more and more pronounced and in seconds he had become harder than he could ever remember being – no doubt an intentional side-effect of the magic powering the stuff. Then the stimulation started – little flutters rippling up and down his shaft, and a mild massage of his testicles, before a steady massaging motion built up strength against his heated prick. It felt delightful, and Dirk could feel his resistance waning, and the urge to simply relax in the coils that held him as it milked him to orgasm. "You won't... won't make me your slave by doing this, you know..." he grunted, knowing it was a losing battle but hoping to pull the wool over her eyes for as long as possible. "I thought you might say that..." Plastique clicked her fingers. "Kim! Sandy! Please take Mr Longstaff here to my private quarters. You are to make him feel as... comfortable as possible. "If he asks you to do something, you will do it, provided it doesn't involve any of you leaving the room." The nearest two mannequins – both voluptuous blonde models – moaned through their stretched open mouths and nodded their head in comprehension. They staggered over to Dirk, and each grabbed an arm in both hands. The bindings restraining him released, and he collapsed into their surprisingly strong grip. Both the suits were shifting and flowing round them, meaning they were probably subject to the same stimulation gripping Cassie. Both of the moaning beauties dragged him up the stairs leaving him to face a retreating image of Plastique advancing upon his succubus partner... *** "Please, let go of me! You have to fight it!" Dirk yelled as he was thrown onto a deep king-sized bed, which he was almost relieved to find was lined with silk sheets. His cries for resistance were having no effect on the moaning mannequins though; after all, the girls holding him were being barraged by physical stimulation, rather than a simple mental command. No matter how much he pleaded and begged with them, their suits would not stop the relentless assaults on their sex. The two girls lay down beside him on the bed and pressed their unnaturally smooth bodies against him. Heat spread through the latex that so tightly encased them, as they each wrapped a leg over both his thighs and pressed their chests against his sides as they held him tightly in their arms. Dirk was caught in an erotic powerhouse of sensation, with the two hot bodies pressing tightly on his, their mouths beating the sounds of unbound ecstasy into his ear like human beatboxes of lust, while his shaft was coaxed ever closer to release by Plastique's own living latex. The cries from the doll on his left, Kim (or was it Sandy?), grew more frantic and ragged, indicating she was approaching a mind-shattering orgasm. As it erupted, she unleashed a muffled scream, leaving heat from her breath flowing into his ear. The sheer eroticism of the situation drove his own pleasure forward, propelling him closer towards his release. He was getting close now, so close... The latex sheath that held his member slowed down its efforts, and reverted to a more gentle massage, keeping Dirk right at the edge, but never past it. It was only a matter of time however, before his shaft would reach its limit and erupt, so he tensed his muscles and prepared for the inevitable... But after several minutes of holding and waiting, it seemed he was no closer to orgasm, while his shaft was growing all the more desperate. If he could just get over the edge, he'd be able to think clearly, overpower the two bizarre dolls groaning into his ear and make his escape. "Hey... hey, Kim, you'll do anything I say, right?" he asked the girl on his left, who nodded submissively in reply. "Please... use... your mouth," he said, pointing at his oversized black phallus. Kim descended down to waist level, leaving Sandy to pull herself atop him, her chest resting on his, her arms wrapping round his back as she nuzzled his neck. Dirk began to perspire from the continuous smothering of his flesh by hot, smooth but impenetrable plastic, and a slick friction caused Sandy to inadvertently slide across him. Kim, meanwhile, had reached his member and began to slide her mouth down his pole. With her lips already stretched wide like a sex doll, she had the perfect shape to reach the bottom unhindered. Her cries became nearly completely silenced as her tongue lapped against his dick when each shriek of delight would have been vocalised. Dirk was even able to feel the tongue through the membrane wrapped round his member. What he wasn't counting on however, was that the membrane backed off its efforts even more to allow for Kim's tongue. It was as if was aware of the stimulation his cock was experiencing and could correct itself to forever keep him on the tip of orgasm. It was sheer torture – an unknown eternity of pleasure, but pleasure that would never quite tip him over the edge, never quite bring him the release he sought. He thrust Kim's head down with his arms, while Sandy's mouth sucked on his neck, and began to thrust but it wasn't enough. With an angry cry he withdrew and at once the efforts of the confining black gel picked up again. It was torment – even a feather's touch would be enough to tip him over the edge now. He returned to thrusting into Kim's mouth in desperation. It was all he could do... *** FOUR HOURS LATER... Plastique grinned as she opened the door to her bedchambers. As predicted, Dirk hadn't left the sheets of her bed. He was currently thrusting into Sandy from behind as he roared in frustration and anger. It was just as well she arrived when she did – another half hour and the human's frail mind would have been broken. "Girls, leave him," she commanded. Kim and Sandy both clambered off Dirk and without a second glance made their way to the exit, groaning as they went. "Well, you look like you're having fun," she commented towards Dirk's prone body, which was limply thrusting into the air. "Please..." he protested hoarsely. "Help me..." "You want release," she said. "And I can give it to you. All you have to do is promise to leave here with your partner and think no more on this place." "Can't..." he grunted. "You must... let them go..." Plastique sighed, as she sat down on the bed next to him. "You really are resilient Mr Longstaff," she said as she idly traced a finger down his chest. "I'll give you the release you so desperately crave. There's no point tormenting you if I can't secure your help one way or the other..." Plastique leaned over and straddled him, her dress floating above him, before descending to cover every inch of skin on his body, before tightening... and tightening... and tightening... The last thing he was aware of as he was held in its rigid grip was of his cock being flung over the precipice of release, and jetting stream after glorious stream of semen into some untold fold of inky blackness. Already he was slipping in an ocean of serene, quiet blackness in the grip of the dress, but as the pulses slowed down, he felt his consciousness slip away... *** When Dirk awoke, he was fully dressed once more and was lying on Plastique's bed. The demon was standing in front of him with her arms crossed, smiling as she observed him. "Hello there, Inspector. Feeling better?" He sprang upright and stuck his hand into his trousers. His member was his again, free of the strange material that had played havoc with it earlier. "Come, I'll take you to your partner." Plastique offered a hand and pulled him to his feet, before guiding him downstairs. "You'll be glad to know I've removed every last trace of myself from your body... well nearly every last trace. "There'll forever be a little part of me inside your head." Dirk scratched his ear in response. "What? What have you done to me this time?!" "Oh, relax. Just go on, live your life and you won't even have to worry about it. It's just... insurance. Now, come on, your partner's waiting." As they reached the foot of the stairs, she opened the door to the display room to reveal Cassie, fully clothed and out of the enclosure. "Cass!" "Dirk!" The succubus ran over and hugged him tightly, her aura already beginning to cause a stirring in his loins. Plastique broke up the reunion with an unwelcome announcement. "It's not all good news, I'm afraid. Living latex is addictive – both psychologically and physiologically. "Cassie will have to come back for another session in the cube once every fortnight, minimum. "Failure to spend... hmm, an hour in it, could prove... fatal." "You witch!" Cassie pouted and tried to give off an air of revulsion at the idea – it wasn't fooling anyone, despite the threat of impending death – she almost seemed to be looking forward to it. "You won't get away with this Plastique," said Dirk. "I'm coming back here with a warrant and some heavily armed paranormal teams to free these girls." Plastique was nothing if not dismissive in her response. "No you won't," she said, with a casual wave of her hand. "Besides, I figure I have enough hired hands here at the moment. Now, out you pop, before I'm tempted to wrap you both up... indefinitely." Dirk stormed towards the exit, with Cassie hot on his heels, a torrent of curses muttered under his breath. *** On the street outside, Dirk strode with anger in his mind and a violent sense of purpose. "Dirk, are you okay?" enquired a worried Cassie, as she broke into a mild jog to keep up with him. "Okay? I'm livid. We're going to take that crazy broad down if it's the last thing I do. I'm gonna make Plast... gaaah!" No sooner had he uttered the words, then a vision of Plastique flared into his mind. Somehow, although only a thought, a mental image, she seemed even more mind-meltingly hot than when he had met her in person. His cock sprang to attention and became almost as hard as it had done when covered in the living latex. "Ah... oh God... I'm so... I'm so... Cass, I... oh, excuse me..." Dirk ducked into a side alley, and, when he was sure no-one was watching, flung his hand into his trousers and began a desperate effort to douse the flames of lust that was burning through his pole. Throughout his session, Plastique was in his mind, giggling at his misfortune, presenting her body to him, as if she needed him to come to her, to enter her and to fall into an ocean of ecstasy... "Arrgghhh....!!!" he cried, as his member blew over from the combined mental assault and masturbation. Finally, Plastique disappeared from his mind as the sensation subsided. Dirk dabbed his sodden hand on a handkerchief and stepped onto the sidewalk again. Cassie looked at him curiously. "You know, that was fairly obvious. I had to cast a shield of invisibility over you so people wouldn't notice." "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. One second I was talking about that damn Plas... oh God!" Again the sexual fever gripped him and again he had to retreat into the nearby alleyway. He returned five minutes later looking flustered. "Goddammit!" "It seems to only happen when you're thinking about... her," observed Cassie. Dirk tried his best to detach himself from his actual memories of recent events in replying – something that seemed to take a good deal of mental planning. "She did say she put something in my head – left behind a part of her. Could that be something to do with it?" Cassie jumped and clapped her hands. "Of course! She's attached herself to the sexual pleasure centres of your brain! "I've heard of the more secretive demons doing this kind of thing – rumour has it that there's some kind of slug lady in one of the darker recesses of the Pit who secretes a special slime directly into a victim's ear, where it's absorbed into their brain and does much the same thing. "They're only half-remembered tales told by nosy succubi who've been hiding and watching forbidden things, but the idea is that it's a way to guarantee that a person can't spread word of the demon involved without being overcome by lust. They're literally unable to get the word out!" "So, how do we get people to listen?" "Um, we can't. I don't think. Surgery to remove it would be a bad idea – while demons like us may be all about pleasure, you know as well as anyone that getting in our way is a bad idea. It would kill you on the operating table, no question." Dirk kicked a nearby newspaper stand in frustration. "I can't ask you to do it Cassie – you need her until we can somehow wean you off the addiction you've built up. "She could withhold sessions in that cube from you, and I'm not having you die – not over this." Cassie rested a hand on his forearm. "I'm sorry, Dirk. She's won..." The two turned to look at the warehouse now occupied by the triumphant demon. As Cassie watched in silent defeat, she was certain she could hear a chorus of moans coming from within...