7 comments/ 73221 views/ 35 favorites Succubus Ranch Ch. 01 By: mjm202036 Father Denkkar had made a decision. He was going to put a stop to all of this adulterous promiscuity that was going on; and there was no better place than the devil's haven itself. He knew that this was just another whore house in the Nevada desert, but what fool would tempt fate with a demons name as part of the title. He stood outside the large two-story building, in its parking lot. The flashing neon sign behind him showing the name: Succubus Ranch. It even had red neon outlining a woman's shapely form with a long slender tail. The Catholic priest kept his back to it, not to be tempted by the sultry look the neon-woman seemed show him when he came upon this house of ill-repute. The first time he saw this building being built, he thought it looked a lot like an old Southern plantation. The steps led up to a large porch with a high ceiling held up by six-pillars. The center of the second floor also had a door opening to a small balcony, but it was empty at the moment. He spoke with the arch-diocese of his area and they told him that they were doing all they could thru the politicians, but it was still legal in this count of the state for prostitution in an establishment. There wasn't anything they could do about the prostitution other than preach against it to their parishioners and pray for the God to clear the world of such devil's work. "It's an evil we must live with," the monsignor had told him. Father Denkkar didn't think so. If it was an evil that will be allowed, then he was going to try and talk some sense to the owner of this establishment about changing its name, at the very least. There was no reason to give demons a foothold on Earth just by naming a place after them. Father Denkkar started walking with his shoulders back. He was a soldier of God and he was not going to be kept at bay from this debauchery. As he came closer to the house, he could feel its large size in dark open space of the desert making him feel smaller. When he reached the steps, he thought he saw movement above him. Looking up, he saw something move off the upper balcony into the house. He thought he was seeing things, because it looked like a giant pair of bat-wings; but the double doors to the balcony were closed when he had taken several steps back to see for sure. He returned to the steps and suddenly felt uncomfortable about being here alone. His collar felt tight around his throat, like it did the first time he had ever put it on. He stuck his finger between his neck and the white ring and tugged the collar out some to stretch it some before he took that first step up the stairs. He took that first step up and thought his feet felt heavy with each of the six steps to the top. "I'm a detriment to my clergy," he thought to himself. "All of the other priests were scared to come here, so I must be the soldier of God. Such men shouldn't be part of the clergy." With these thoughts the last few steps to the large double-doors were much easier. He took them with great stride and stood before the doors. "Should I knock, or is this like any other business, where you just enter," he thought. "I'm not a welcome guest to this place so I guess the proper protocol would be to knock." His hand held in the air before him, ready to knock on the door when it opened before his wrist could bend backwards and fall forward for the first knock. Before him stood a man that looked to be in his late 30's. His head was shaved down to the skin, slightly reflecting the light from inside the house. "Well, don't just stand out there, Father. Come on in. We've been wondering when we would get a visit from the local clergy," the man said. His voice was full of happiness, as if he really was pleased with the priest's visit. His smile even spread up his cheeks and touched his eyes. This man was truly happy at the visitor's presence. Father Denkkar was about to step across the buildings threshold but found his feet had become made of lead. They felt heavier than they did when he was trying to climb the stairs. He didn't want to show is rudeness at ignoring the invitation, but it felt like something was literally holding his feet to the floor of the porch. "Oh, I see," said the man, the smile turning to a frown. "You're just like the other priests that have come here before you. You're also scared to come in because we may tempt you with sinful delights. I guess maybe some other time, Father." The man started to close the door, but Father Denkkar wouldn't have any of it. He was not like the other priests who were too scared to confront evil, even in its own home. He could control his own lusts against any temptation that could be thrown at him. His feet felt like feathers as he put his right foot forward and stopped the door from closing all the way. "I think I will accept your invitation, sir, as long as you will allow me to say my peace," Father Denkkar said. The door re-opened, wider than before, and the man was smiling from ear to ear. "Then welcome, Father, to Succubus Ranch," the man replied. He gave a slight bow of his head as he did a sweep of his arm, offering a clear pathway thru the door. "My name is Jason and I'm the owner of this small business." Father Denkkar stepped into the building and felt like a great weight was lifted from him. When the owner closed the door, the priest suddenly felt like he had made a mistake. He had the feeling that he should quickly try to leave this place before it was too late, but there were a couple of things that were stopping him. The first was the feeling that he would find the door locked and he wouldn't be allowed to exit. His mind quickly told him that that wasn't true, but his pride spoke up louder. The other priests at the church would laugh at him for going into the building only to run away from his own fear. "I'm glad that you met me at the door, sir," Father Denkkar said. "I came here looking for you specifically. I wanted to..." He stopped talking the most remarkably beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life stepped forward. Her body was wrapped in what looked like a latex or leather cape. There were slight wrinkles in it that made Father Denkkar think of the thin layer of flesh that made up a bat's wings. Just like the ones he saw on the upper balcony. Thought you saw, he reprimanded himself. The cape seemed to hug her body almost like a very tight dress, but one that went all the way to her ankles. His eyes flowed over those curves and he couldn't help but feel the tightness of his pants looking at her body. This woman seemed to ooze sexual desire. To save his dignity, and hopefully to stop the growth in his nether regions, Father Denkkar ripped his eyes away from the swell of her chest area and look her directly in the eyes. For just a second, he could have sworn her eyes were slit, like a cats or snakes eyes were; but when he blinked they were the palest blue (or was it bright emerald green) staring back at him. "Hello, Father," said a voice like singers voice would sound. Her arm came out of the front of the cape, not opening it any somehow, and reached out to the priest. "Welcome to my lover's establishment. Is there anything, or anyone, that we could get for you?" She winked at the priest when she said this, her hand still hanging in the air between the two of them. Father Denkkar became angry at this woman's belief that he could be tempted so easily by this comment. In his anger, he kept shoved his hands into his pockets and ignored the proffered hand. "No, thank you, Madame," he said, making sure there was emphasis on the "Madame." He wanted to prove to them that he knew what type of business they were running here and that he wasn't approving of it, not in the least bit. "I would like a private moment to speak with the owner of this business, if you don't mind." The woman just smiled all the more at the priest, her tongue licking her lips seductively. Her hand withdrew to cross her chest and caress its way down her chest over the material covering it. The priest couldn't resist watching the hand glide against her body, slightly grope her breast thru the leather/latex before sliding over the flat stomach and returning to hits hiding place inside the cloak. Not a second after it disappeared inside, there was a slight moan from the woman that made the father's penis jump slightly in its cotton prison. He pulled his eyes away from the slight movements that were going on at the crotch area and looked the woman in the eyes. They were half closed and her mouth was partially open. Her tongue kept sliding out, moistening her lips while she moaned. "That's enough, dear," the owner said. "The Father is too proud of his religion to fall to your temptations. Let the man and I be and go tend to our other guests. I'm sure they will enjoy your show better that the priest will." Father Denkkar could tell that this man was more intelligent than the woman was. He must be the owner of this business. He was sure he would be able to reason with this man and get him to change the business name. No one would want to have the Catholic Church condemning their place of business just because of its name. "Come this way, Father," he said. "I've got a conference room that we can discuss your business privately in." "I do apologize, sir, but I don't remember what you said your name was," the priest said. "Oh, that's quite alright," he replied. "You can call me Jason. I'm the owner of this place, as I told you before; and that woman a second ago is my significant other, -----." "I'm sorry. I didn't quite understand what you said just then. What's her name again?" "It's okay; I get that a lot when I tell people her name. Just call her "hey you," and she will know you're talking to her. She's a foreigner here and her name is very hard to pronounce." Father Denkkar chuckled at that. He felt that this man would be much easier to talk to than he had thought he would be. The shaved head made him look meaner than he really seemed to be. "I understand that," Father Denkkar replied. "We have a monsignor that's from the Vatican with a very hard to pronounce name." "Here we are," Jason said. He stopped in front of a door and opened it for the priest. In side was an elongated room with a long table with about four chairs on each side of it. There was also one at the head and foot of the table. All the chairs were covered in soft leather with plush interiors. The chair at the head of the table had arm rest on it, and the back was higher than the rest. The priest entered the room before Jason, thinking that since he is the man of the cloth, he should be the first to enter the room. Jason just let him go in and pulled out a chair to the right of the head of the table for the priest. He then pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down in it. "Please, Father, sit down. Is there anything you would like to drink? We have all the amenities here. I can have coffee brought in for our little meeting, or maybe some Cognac, if you wish?" "I could go with a little snifter of brandy, if that's okay?" Father Denkkar asked. No sooner had the words left his mouth, as if they had somehow read his mind, a very cute woman entered the room. She was carrying an old dusty bottle, two glasses and an expensive ice bucket on a large silver platter. Father Denkkar's eyes, however, didn't notice what she was carrying as much as how beautiful she was. The woman didn't seem to be wearing any make-up on her face and it contained a natural beauty to it. When she noticed the Father looking at her, she turned her eyes downward and smiled shyly. This brightened her appearance in the priest's thoughts. His eyes wandered down from her young looking face and saw that her auburn hair was cut short, just above the top of her neck. This look accentuated her slender neck; which flowed to her bare shoulders. Her skin seemed to glow with its own beauty down her arms to the tray. The priest didn't ignore that following her arms gave him a chance to notice the bodice that she was wearing, showing off a good amount of cleavage on her small frame. Even though his eyes followed her arms, when they reached her wrists, they refocused on what was behind the tray. Her stomach was bare, since the bodice only reached the lower part of her ribs. The belly was flat and slightly toned. Just below her bare navel, Father Denkkar could see the tops of her underwear. "Father, you haven't told me your name yet," Jason said, pulling the man's thoughts back to the business at hand. "I'm sorry, sir, where are my manners." "Please, call me Jason. You are more important than I am, since you are both a man of the cloth and a guest in my home." Father Denkkar felt a blush hit his cheeks at this comment and felt good at Jason's manners toward him. How could such a man be evil, if he knows that I come before him in the affairs of life, he thought to himself. "My name is Father Denkkar," he said, returning his eyes back to the lovely woman that was now offering him a glass with brandy in it. "Would you like some ice in your drink, sir?" she asked. Her voice seemed to have a timid girlish quality to it. She was acting very shy around him for some reason and he wished she wouldn't be afraid of him. He placed a hand under the glass and reached the other around it, his fingers closing slightly around hers. He felt a rush of desire to comfort this scared girl and help her to become a better woman. She was too timid for the rest of the world. "Please," he said, smiling up at her. This brought a slight girlish giggle from this full grown woman as she slowly pulled her hand from the glass, allowing his fingers to caress hers as she did. She reached for the ice bucket; and, using the tongs inside, picked up two ice cubes. She held it over the glass and let them fall into it. Brandy splashed over the side and landed on the priests hands. The girl let out a squeal of shock at what had just happened and looked frightened at what might happen now that she had made a mistake. "Forgive her, Father, she is new here and we haven't taught her very well on how to serve drinks," Jason said, standing. His face showed no anger or hostility toward the girl. "We found her wandering the streets near here and are trying to get her to quit being afraid around men. I will go and get some napkins to clean up the mess. Brandy, make sure the Father is taken care of while I'm away." Jason closed the door behind him as he left the room. Father Denkkar thought that it sounded reasonable for this woman to be here if Jason was trying to help her not to be afraid of men. Where else would she go to be surrounded by men and still be in control, since most of the men coming to this place were controlled by their desires of the flesh? While lost in his thoughts, the girl, whose name must have been Brandy, according to Jason's comment, held the priest hand with one of her hands while she took the glass out of it with her other hand. After setting it down on the silver tray, she kneeled on the floor before the priest continued to hold his hand, looking up into his eyes. Her eyes were wide with wonder and a need of some sort, thought Father Denkkar. "Please, Father, forgive me," she said, her eyes looking as if they were near tears. "I didn't mean to sin and spill your drink. It was a complete accident. Please forgive me, Father." "You did no wrong, Brandy, and accidents happen. It will clean up, I assure you. It's just a small spill of alcohol." As he spoke, the father had reached with his open palm toward her chin to hold her by it. When he was about to grab her, he remembered he had brandy in the palm of his hand and decided not to smear the alcohol on her. Brandy, still holding his hand with one of hers, leaned her head forward and began to lick the small pool of liquor out of it. Her tongue took long slow strokes from the bottom of his fingers toward his wrist. Father Denkkar was about to tell her to stop when she did it a second time and decided that this could be punishment enough for her mistake. She was apparently enjoying it, from the way she seemed to be licking harder against the palm of his hand. On one of the laps of her tongue, she ended up pushing some of the brandy over the heel of his palm and it rolled down his wrist. Father Denkkar felt it flowing down his forearm and ignored it, enjoying the caressing of her tongue in the palm of his hand. After a couple more strokes of her tongue, she let her tongue glide along the trail of the liquor past his wrists and to the crook of his elbow. Father Denkkar didn't notice that she had moved forward to get to this part of his arm, nor that she was pressing against the edge of the chair he was sitting in. He did feel her take his other hand in her hand and looked down at her. Between his legs was a beautiful woman, who was now taking his fingers and licking the liquor off each one individually. Each stroke of her tongue along his fingers brought rude thoughts to his mind, and he tried to suppress them; but the came to him unbidden any way. Each time her tongue would wrap completely around the base of his finger and slide up to the tip, his mind would imagine her with a longer tongue and doing that to his prick. When she reached the top of his finger, she would then take it into her mouth, all the way to the last knuckle and suck on it as her tongue licked all over it. Father Denkkar's mind was losing ground rapidly over this woman's ministrations of his fingers and he wasn't sure he really cared. He could feel the large bulge in his pants pressing hard against the cloth protecting it from the zipper. One of the woman's hands left the priest wrist that was holding it up to her mouth and came to rest on his thigh. Her fingers dug into his leg as she moaned around his longer middle finger, which was poking into her throat. She was now pulling and pushing on the wrist, sliding the finger in and out of her mouth while her other hand seemed to claw its way up his pants leg toward his hard erection. Father Denkkar had a quick coherent thought that if he didn't put a stop her movements, he would succumb to her seduction and lose his will to fight the rising tide of lust that was overtaking him. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed her wrist, pushing it way from his groin. When his fingers wrapped around her wrist, she turned her arm over, grabbing the underside of his wrist tight and pulled it toward her chest. He felt his hand press against the softness of her breast thru the satin material of her bodice, as her hand released his wrist and slid along it toward her chest as well. When her fingers reached the bodice, it pulled the top down and allowed his hand to caress the heated flesh underneath. When Father Denkkar felt the nipple press into the palm of his hand, he squeezed his fingers into her flesh and slid his palm along the hard pebble that was there. Her free hand had now returned to his groin, foregoing the slow movements to his crotch. She had placed her hand on the upper thigh of his leg and shoved it quickly onto the priests bulge in his pants. She squeezed and glided up and down the bulge in time with the movements of her mouth on her finger. She moaned ever time his finger would hit the back of her throat and her caressing fingers would come to the base of his dick. Father Denkkar began to press against her assaulting hand and moaned himself as well. "Yes....yes.....I want you," he said with his pushes. At the statement of wanting her, her hand quit it's gliding along his shaft and undid his pants as if she were a professional un-dresser of humans. He felt her fingers undo the button and then the zipper before sliding the top of his underwear down so she could get to his hard dick. Succubus Ranch Ch. 01 At the touch of her bare hand on his naked flesh, Father Denkkar nearly exploded with pleasure; but she had put a death grip on the base of his prick, stemming the tide for a little longer. A little bit of pre-cum had leaked from the tip and ran down the underside toward her hand. Denkkar could feel it running down, but he never saw it. He had thrown his head back and groaned at the torture of her grip when she held back his orgasm. He was concentrating so hard at not coming now that he never noticed she had released his hand from her mouth and was leaning forward, to his waiting cock. The priest did notice, however, when her tongue touched the base of his dick where her fingers were wrapped around it and slid up toward the head. His response was a deep groan of pleasure and arching his back. This movement slid his butt forward into the chair so that Brandy didn't have to lean so far forward for her next assault. When her tongue reached the tip of his dick, lowered her open mouth over it, the heat of her breath causing Denkkar to shiver with pleasure. The touch of her lips on his head and the hot, humid temperature of her mouth assaulted his senses as she descended on him. He tried to buck into her, but her grip on the base of his dick kept him from moving as he felt he needed to. "God, let me cum," he groaned, his head still leaned back. Both of his hands were now working on the back of Brandy's head, grabbing hair and pressing her hard onto his shaft. "Let me come, please." She rose her head some, letting the suction of her mouth try to pull the cum past her grip on the base. Her fingers held firm, though, and nothing escaped, not even a drop. Her other hand had now slid between her tight gripping hand and the underwear, the fingers now caressing and tickling the priest's balls. Her torture was so exquisite that Denkkar didn't know which would be better, letting her hold back his orgasm for hours while pleasuring him this way, the orgasm itself if she let him go now. After a couple of rise and falls of her head, the woman brought her head all the way up, pulling completely off the tortured cock. Denkkar felt the room's air cause it to shiver with her saliva coating him. The slight movement from the shiver nearly threw him over the edge of orgasm, if not for that damned hand holding him back. "Do you want me, Father?" she asked in a breathy voice full of eroticism. "Would you like my cunt to milk your holy seed from you?" "Yes," he barely moaned thru his gasping breaths. His head was still leaned back on the top of the chairs back; his eye tightly shut with the mixture of pain and pleasure of being so close to orgasm. She snaked her tongue back out, licking the little piece of flesh on the underside of the head that connects it to the shaft. "I didn't hear you, priest. Do you wish for me to take you into the beautiful sin of physical pleasures that I offer you?" He found it hard to respond to her question, when he released a short gasp as her tongue teased his dick. Then her fingers teasing his balls pressed and rubbed his perineum, causing him to take a sharp breath in. When he let it out, he nearly yelled his response to her question. "God, Yes! Fuck me! Please, in the name of God, please, fuck me!" Brandy rose from her knees and stood before the priest, still leaning forward as her hand continued to hold the base of his cock. She whispered something to the head of his dick and let it go, but Denkkar didn't notice. He could still feel something wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly, keeping him from release. He felt the inside of her thighs caressing the outside of his and wondered for a short time how she was doing this and holding him at the same time, but the questions of who, what, where, how and why no longer mattered when he felt her hands touch his shoulders and her breast press into his chest. "Kiss me," she whispered just before her lips pressed against his and her tongue slid past his last defenses. He willing opened his mouth to her invasion and welcomed her by putting his hands on her hips, pulling her down and forward toward his waiting shaft. When the head of his cock touched her outer lips, he felt the heat he had always denied himself his entire 42 years of life. He was about to lose his virginity, and he was in no place to put a stop to it. She paused just above him, his dick not even past her nether lips, which seemed to kissing the very tip of it. Her tongue gave his on quick tease before pushing it out of her mouth. Then she broke the kiss. "Open your eyes and tell me you still want me, Father Denkkar." He opened his eyes and saw his eternal damnation surrounding him. The room had filled with hundreds of other women while his eyes were closed. They were a mixture of all types of women that there could possibly be. Then he noticed that there were women in the room that could not possibly exist, too. Next to a tall statuesque woman for near Amazonian proportions was another woman covered from the tips of her pointed cat ears to her back paws with soft short fur. A tail was swishing behind her as she stared at the priest and the woman hovering above his near erection. One of her forepaws was pressed into the Amazonian's crotch, moving around while she fingered it. Another woman with very dark skin seemed to be standing extremely close to another creature that had the shape of a woman, but seemed to be made completely of a fluid or gelatin. The goop of the other woman was dripping onto the dark woman's bare flesh, and Father Denkkar figured that she must be standing part way inside the woman to be that close. The young woman, Brandy, was standing with the rest of these demons, her own lustful gaze staring at him while her hands massaged a breast and fingered her dripping pussy. "Look at me lover, and tell me you need me," said the succubus that was still waiting for the priest's permission. He turned to face the demonic creature that was straddling him and saw it was the same woman that he met in the foyer earlier. Her cloak was now spread behind her, proving that they were bat-wings. Her body was perfection in the Father Denkkar's eyes and her eyes promised pleasures that he never dreamed or imagined existed. He looked down and saw that she had a slender, pointed tail that was now gripping his dick at the base, but the rest of the tail was caressing it, keeping him hard. His soul began to scream for him to leave, but he could not feel the presence of any angels or God with him to help resist these creatures. His mind fought against his body's desire to be mounted by this demon of lust, but it was a losing battle. His mouth tried to form the word "no" while his eyes wandered back up her body, noticing every curve and edge of her beauty. Looking into her eyes again, he lost his will and the fight with his lust. "Yes," he said, his voice clear of the pleading he had done earlier. "Yes, I want you, and I need you." With that said, she sank fast and hard on his shaft. As soon as he was buried to the hilt, she pulled his head back to her mouth and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her kiss was beyond desire, but more of need. Once he was fully inside her, she did not rise or grind on him any further. He felt her tail release the base and her pussy's lips gripped harder than her fingers or tail had done yet. The rest of her inner walls milked his cock in an up and down motion, as if she were rising and lowering on him. He felt her legs reach around behind the back of the chair and lock him between it and her body. His eyes still partially opened, he saw the room growing darker as her wings began to wrap around him and the chair. His hands did not remain idle. They reached around her hips, sliding up her back, caressing the connection of her wings and back, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her harder onto his lap. When he tried to pull her up, he felt her tail quickly wrap his wrists together, locking his arms behind her back. She now held him in her grasp, wrapped around him and keeping him inside her. That was when she released the base of his cock. Denkkar tried to scream his pleasure and pain of the explosion of lights and sounds and everything that was going on inside his body. Her lips on his, though, sucked that scream from him and returned it with her moans of pleasure with her hot breath. ----------------------------------------- Father Denkkar returned to the abbey late and explained that he had a flat tire while returning from visiting a family out in the desert. He slept the night in his car, since no one had stopped to help him. The diocese understood and was glad that he had returned back to the fold safe and sound. The subject of Succubus Ranch was never brought up again by Father Denkkar; and anytime someone did bring it up, he would just tell them to take the initiative and go talk to the owner. Succubus Ranch Ch. 02 Jiri was well known in Adelaide. His establishment had won several awards at the conventions they held each year in Australia. Of course, a lot of people didn't like his type of business, even though he earned over three million a year from his customers. But then again, who could turn down an hour or two with an extremely beautiful woman. Jiri ran several brothels in the City of the Churches. It was an old title that Adelaide was given a long time ago, and it was what he used as his gimmick. Each of his brothels had the architectural look of a church. The only difference was that men, and sometimes women, came there to enjoy the sins of the flesh rather than to abstain. For this reason, Jiri was volunteered at the last convention, just a month earlier, to make a trip to the United States. Some Yank had opened a brothel less than six months ago and customers from all over the world were flocking to it. The word around the business was that this character, Jason was his name, was making more money in one single night than all of the cat-house owners in Australia made the previous year. Since Jiri was a three time winner for making the most money, and five time winner for having the most beautiful women working for him, the other businesses thought he was the best one to send as an envoy to learn Jason's secret. That was why Jiri was now disembarking from a plane at an airport in Reno, Nevada, with ten gorgeous women following right behind him. "Jiri, will we be going to the hotel before we go to your meeting?" asked Adel. "I seriously need to freshen up before we meet anyone or try to learn this guy's tricks, pardon the pun." Jiri looked over his shoulder at the brunette behind him. Adel had just turned 23, and this was her first trip out of Australia. She'd talked all through the flight from Los Angeles to Reno about wanting to see the American Casinos. Jiri knew the truth, though. Adel was a diagnosed nymphomaniac and she used that to her advantage in the business. When most of his girls would tire out after six or seven customers, Adel would take on three at a time. Even Jiri learned the hard way not to try and please that girl. "Yes, Adel, we will be going straight to the hotel, get checked in and get a few hours rest," he chuckled, "And the key word there, Adel, is rest. No men until we get to this Yank's business. Then you can have all the men that he and his girls will allow you to have. Remember, we are their guests." I just hope he didn't book our arrangements into some kind of dive like the last bloke I met that ran a brothel here, Jiri thought to himself. As they neared the luggage area, Jiri was surprised to see three men in black suits holding up signs bearing his name. "Oy, I'm Jiri, and I don't think there were any more Jiri's on the plane with me." One of the men stepped forward and nodded without smiling. "Sir, the other two drivers and I were sent to pick up you and your entourage and take you to the hotel. Jason told us that there would be eleven of you and that you would need the extra trunk space and passenger room for all the ladies." Jiri looked stunned at this treatment. He'd thought he had been given royal treatment before when people bought him lunch at a five-star restaurant down under. This was something completely different. "Well, let us get our totes and we'll follow you to your cars." "No need, sir. The luggage was already separated by the baggage handlers and given directly to us. Your luggage is waiting in our vehicles." "Well, that's a fine welcome," Jiri said with a big grin. He then yelled over his shoulder, "Hey, ladies, we're skipping the baggage and going straight to the hotel. Follow these blokes and behave yourselves." The girls, all ten of them, looked at the three drivers with awe at the treatment. Three of the girls had been out of Australia before; and none of those three had ever been met at an airport by a driver. Stepping out of the air conditioned airport and into the Nevada desert summer heat was a shock to Jiri and his ladies from the Australian winter they left behind, but they didn't have far to walk. Three stretch limos were waiting just outside the doors, along with a police officer, writing his third ticket for the third limo. "Don't worry, sir, I will take care of this situation. You and the ladies may climb into the vehicles and we will be on our way very shortly." Jiri pointed to the last two black cars for the girls to take, since the drivers were already holding the doors open for them. "You girls get in and I'll take the first one. And, Adel, you are not allowed to distract the driver. Won't do a bit of good if you cause him to wreck and kill the lot of you." Adel laughed at the comment as she moved to the middle car. As she climbed in, Jiri headed to the limo at the front of the line and strained to hear what the driver was telling the officer. He overheard the mention of Jason's name and his business just as he was reaching the limo and saw the policeman's eyes light up. The tickets quickly turned into confetti and the driver rushed to open Jiri's door for him. "Sorry about that, sir." "What did you tell him?" "I just convinced him you are a guest of Jason and you are not to be detained or bothered during your visit." Jiri climbed into the fully loaded limo, wondering how much pull this bloke had. The hotel turned out to be a five star deal. Jiri and the girls were given two suites to share in any way they deemed fit. The beds were big enough for any two of them to sleep in together and never touch the other. Jiri knew that wouldn't happen though, not these girls. He'd picked them for just that purpose. The girls quickly chose their rooms. Several wanted certain roommates to sleep with, and they all got what they wanted. In Jiri's suite, the girls had given him a room and bed to himself. The other two rooms in that suite were large enough to keep the girls happy. After a quick shower for all of them, and four hours of resting and napping, a knock sounded on Jiri's door. He opened it and was a bit surprised with the person that stood before him. The man in the doorway had an air of power about him. There was a presence to him, less like he'd seen in the hotel manager when they arrived, and more like that of a prime minister or something. His clothes didn't look that way, though. This man wore a pair of faded blue jeans that just covered the black sneakers he was wearing. The bloke's shirt was a collared black button down with barely noticeable thin red lines running vertically. He had dark, deep-set eyes and his head was bald as a baby's bum. "Hey there, you must be Jiri," the man said, holding out his hand, "It's great to finally meet you. I'm Jason, the owner of Succubus Ranch." Jiri reached out and shook Jason's hand. A strange heat emanated from the American's hand and radiated up Jiri's arm before it dissipated and just felt comfortably warm. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" Jiri let go of the hand, cocked his head to the side and looked at him funny, "You're not a vampire, are you?" Jason broke into a true laugh, the sound of which brought the five girls out of their rooms to see who made such a wonderful sound just by laughing. Jason composed himself after a moment, wiping a tear from his eye before responding. "First, if I was a vampire, I surely wouldn't say I was. Second, if I understand the rules right, hotels are public places so they can come and go as they please. And last, but not the least, I own the hotel, so the second rule wouldn't matter anyway. I ask out of common courtesy. "But from the looks of it, you have five beautiful women here with you and you may want some more time to be with them before our visit. So, if you wish, I could come back later?" "No, please, do come in. I'm sure the girls can live without my attentions for your visit." "Thanks." When Jason stepped into the suite, the air seemed to drop a few degrees and then rise above where it was before Jason knocked on the door. Jiri had a strange feeling that there was danger here, but he couldn't see what trouble one man could pose against him and the five girls. Besides their luring attractiveness, he'd paid for all of his girls take classes in self-defense. "So, Jiri, you came here to the States to find out more about my business, huh? What is it about me and my ranch that made you travel so far?" Jiri followed him into the main room and sat on a couch across from the one Jason had taken. The girls came behind them and sat down on each side of the men with Adel taking a place on the floor, legs tucked beneath her, right between Jiri's knees. She faced Jason, her eyes taking him in like a hungry lioness seeing a young zebra separated from the pack. "Well, mate, the blokes and I in Aussie have noticed that in six month's time, you are making more money than we do in a year. We were wondering if you could give us some of your secrets so we could also do better business." "Oh, is that it," Jason said, leaning forward and resting his arms on his legs. His face became hard and his anger seemed to burn off of him and into the room. Jiri noticed the girls, especially the two sitting next to him, seemed to cringe and shiver, "You wanted to come here, steal my company's secrets and sell them on the market for your own profit. Maybe put me out of business in the process?" "Now wait just a minute, mate..." Jason's eyes lit up as his face became a beaming smile again. His teeth are perfect, Jiri thought to himself. The angry demeanor disappeared and Jason's jovial attitude returned. "I'm just joshing with you, Jiri," The man laughed, "I'm not worried about anyone finding out my 'secret,' as you call it. Hell, it's right out in the open and everyone loves it. As a matter of fact, I was discussing with my most prized lady, and partner in the Succubus Ranch, the need to franchise. She's dying to meet you and your girls. She's even got it all arranged for your girls to spend the night with our best employees to learn the way of making so much money." Jiri noticed that the two girls sitting next to Jason were staring at him with longing and heavy lust. One of them was wearing tight spandex pants and the crotch was wet, not damp, but actually wet, with her juices. "We do not want to turn our businesses over to you, Jason," Jiri said, making sure that the nature of the situation was understood, "We just wanted to see if you would part with some of your ideas so we can use them to get more customers back home." Jason leaned back, threw his arms around the girls next to him and pulled them closer to him. They eagerly snuggled up to him, resting their hands on his thighs and kissed his cheeks. "Well, I don't know about that. To be honest with you, I personally don't see any reason why I shouldn't share my business plan and let others make as much money as I do. However, you would have to bring that topic up with my partner. She's a real ... well; you'll just have to see for yourself when you get there." Jason turned to each of the girls he was holding onto and kissed each one passionately on the mouths, before looking back at Jiri. "If you're ready, I've got the cars waiting downstairs right now for us. There are only two of them this time, so I hope you don't mind if I ride with these two lovelies and a few more of their friends." Before Jiri could say anything, Adel jumped up and screamed "ME! I'm riding with you, too." Jiri, still sitting behind her, saw that her short skirt was soaked in the back, her inner legs gleaming with moisture, and when her hands reached to pull the skirt down, her fingers on both hands were dripping with her juices. "Well, I guess it's an evening trip to your business, then," Jiri said then turned to two girls sitting next to him, "Do you two want to ride with Jason, as well?" When he saw their faces he already knew they wouldn't let anyone else ride with Jason, "I guess I'll go get the other girls then." "Oh, that's alright. I had the drivers go to their room and let them know we'd be leaving shortly. I just hope the drivers didn't tire them out too much," Jason joked. When the reached the car, Jiri saw his other five girls coming out the front door with glowing faces. He could tell they had been busy, either with each other or the drivers. He couldn't tell from the drivers' appearances. They looked just as professional as when he'd seen them earlier that day. "Did you girls fuck the drivers?" he asked the five girls after the car stated moving. "Oh, God, did we ever," a petite blonde said. "And they just didn't quit, either. I've never had a man last that long with just me alone, but three on one, and he still never came. I want to ride him again." Her eyes lit up with deep lust at the memories of just a few moments earlier. Jiri just leaned back and looked out the window, trying to think of how he was going to get Jason's partner to let him in on the business secret and allow him to use them on his own and not as part of a franchise. He didn't even notice when the girls started making out and playing with each other. He was so deep in thought he didn't even feel it when his zipper was pulled down. It was when the hands wrapped around his shaft and a pair of lips started kissing and sucking on the head of it that his mind was brought back to reality. "What the hell are you doing?" he exclaimed, looking down at the mass of black hair that was planted in his lap. His best Asian cutie released his dick from her mouth but not her hand and looked up at him. Her eyes seemed distant but hungry at the same time. "I want you, Jiri," she said, "I need this, and you seem to want it too." She went back to her blow job and Jiri couldn't deny that it did feel really good. He'd been with this girl before...actually he'd been with every girl in his franchise at least once...and she wasn't known for her blow jobs. She must have been practicing on his customers. As the ride continued, her suction and salivating mouth continued to bring Jiri closer to orgasm. One of her hands had reached into his pants and was cupping his balls, her nails tickling the back side of his scrotum. Her other hand gripped the base of his cock and became like a vice, not allowing anything to get past her fingers as she sucked him harder than he remembered her doing before. She moaned while giving him head and the vibrations flowed along his shaft, past her fingers and into his balls. Jiri began to moan as well and move with her; until there was no way that her hand could keep his flood from rushing forward. As he felt the release of her fingers around the base of his cock, her mouth rose all the way to the tip. Her lips formed a kissing look over his opening and began to suck on it as her hand gripping his cock stroked it, using her saliva as a lubricant. Jiri felt her suction pull his cum out of him and knew for a fact that she was going to be his best girl for blow jobs. As the last of his sperm was sucked from his shaft, he noticed that she had been drying his dick off with one of the other girl's panties. The feel of them kept him hard as she continued to stroke him with them. "If we only had more time, I'd suck you dry, but we're here." Jiri looked out the window and saw the two story mansion style building. He quickly pulled pants back together and had them closed just as he heard the door being opened. He allowed the girls to exit the vehicle before him, getting a wonderful glimpse of their tight "arse" as they climbed out. He noticed that the ones with mini-skirts weren't wearing panties and, looking around the back of the limo, saw that they'd left them laying on the floor. Each one was soaked thru and the smell of sex filled the tiny space. "What am I getting myself into?" he thought to himself as he climbed out. The night air was a refreshing change from the hot, humid air that had filled the back of the limo. He stood with his five girls, looking around the large parking lot and glanced at the large neon sign at the entrance to the driveway. The attractive female figure on the sign, carved out by neon lights of red, had all the curves in the right places. There was a red tail that came from behind her and then there were the black wings plastered on the board behind the neon lights. They looked real enough that you could touch them if you could reach them. Jiri almost wishes he could touch those wings and see if they felt as sexy as they looked. The other limo pulled into the drive and came to a halt. The five girls got out, followed by Jason. He came out looking just as clean and pressed as he did when he entered the hotel room, but the girls seemed to be in a state of extreme arousal and in great demand of being fulfilled. From the looks in their eyes, there might not be enough men on the planet to fulfill their desires. Jiri was beginning to get scared. "Come on, in," Jason said, motioning to the doors, "There's plenty to show you about my business' operations." Jason walked confidently toward the two story southern-style mansion and up the stairs to the front double doors. All the girls followed him eagerly and Jiri took the rear of the procession, wondering if coming here might have been a mistake, even while he admired the view of all the beautiful asses in front of him. He noticed the women from Jason's limo were not wearing any panties either. When Jason reached the door, he opened it, stepped in and held it wide for the group to enter. The girls nearly rushed inside, but Jiri hesitated. He felt a heavy weight on him, as if he was dragging Uluru through the outback behind him. "Well, are you coming or not, Jiri?" Jason asked, "I really think you will enjoy meeting my co-owner. She's the one who gave me the idea of using a succubus for the name of the place." With that said, a gorgeous womanly figure appeared in the entryway, causing Jiri's mouth to drop open and begin to water at the sight. He stepped into thru the opening and looked at the goddess before him. Her hair was as black as night; so black that it seemed to glow with the darkness. Her face was sculptured; as if it were chiseled out of marble. Her eyes were set deep under perfectly shaped eyebrows and her eyelashes were long and slightly curved. But the eyes themselves pulled at Jiri as he stared into them. He felt his mind screaming to stop looking at her, and at the same time desiring to never to look away. "Jiri, I'd like to introduce you to my true succubus. Lady, this is Jiri, an Australian entrepreneur of a similar business to ours," Jason made the introductions, "He was wondering if we could part with our secrets so he and his colleagues down under can become better business men. Do you think we can part with our secrets to help this man out?" "It sounds wonderful," the lady responded smoothly. At the sound of her voice, Jiri felt his cock rise to full length in his pants. "I think he and his friends would make an excellent opportunity for us to open an international franchise." Even though his body desired nothing more than to do as this woman wished and make her happy, his mind returned to the fact at hand. They were still talking about him becoming a franchise of theirs, and not his own business. He shook his head, taking his eyes away from her face and clearing the cobwebs that were trapping him into a sluggish mood. "I'm sorry, but I have to restate my case to you, Jason," he said forcefully, "I'm not looking to open a business that will be part of yours, mate. I just want to know how to make my business better and equal to yours. You know, the other clubs we have back home work together and help each other out without interfering with each other's businesses. I'm just hoping that the two of you would be willing to help us out with some information about how you do so well." Succubus Ranch Ch. 02 "Please, Jiri, look around and you will see for yourself how we are able to make so much money," the woman said. Her arms spread wide, waving to the entire house around them. Her body was open to his view and his mouth nearly dropped to the floor. Upon entering, he'd never looked past her eyes. This time, he could see that her entire body from the top of her slender neck to the very tip of every individual toe was covered in black latex. It hugged her body perfectly, as if it were painted on. Even the nipples of her perfect breasts stood out like real nipples, wanting to be sucked and nibbled on. The center of crotch looked to show the camel-toe of her labia. Jiri wondered for a second, were he to touch her there, he would find a hole in the latex allowing him access to her moist heat. "Salem," Jason called out, and Jiri jumped at the sound of Jason's voice. He didn't realize he'd fallen so deep into his lust looking at the creature before him until that one word pulled him back to reality. Jiri looked at Jason with a puzzled expression on his face. "What did you say, mate?" "I was calling for one of my finer girls, Salem, to come and give you a tour of the facility. I think she will be best to show off why our business is booming. I've already had some of my other girls take your ladies off to their rooms to teach them a few tricks that they may not have already known. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," Jiri said, looking toward the staircase that was in the foyer. Looking up, he saw a slender woman walking down the stairs toward him and Jason. That was when he noticed that Jason's partner was suddenly gone "Where did the lady go?" "Oh, she's got other business to tend to," Jason smiled, "I think she's going to give some special pointers to your ladies too. You'll like what she teaches them, I'm sure." "Sounds good to me," Jiri answered. He looked back at the woman coming down the stairs and saw she was already at the bottom. Her hair was a sandy blonde color and her eyes were the palest blue. Her skin had a slight tan to it, and there was plenty of it that was showing with her outfit. Her feet were covered with high thin heels that had straps that came across her feet, up her ankles and a short ways up her smooth strong calves. Her legs were covered with sheer stockings that shined in the light. Her thighs looked as feminine as possible while looking strong, too. Jiri wondered for a second how hard it would be to get out of her grip, and then noticed how hard he already was. The tops of the stockings were held up with a garter belt. Pulled over the garter straps was a pair of the very short shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Her flat stomach was bare for the world to see and her bellybutton was one of the cutest things that Jiri thought he had ever seen on a woman. His gaze followed up her stomach, noticing that her skinny frame showed off the bottom ribs before her top was covered by the tightest cut-off tee-shirt. From the way her nipples were pointing, Jiri thought, it was either very cold, or she was very aroused, and it couldn't be cold if he was starting to break a sweat just staring at her beautiful body. "Salem," Jason said pleasantly, "This is Jiri. Please give him the grand tour of our facility and answer all of his questions as best as you can. He's a very special guest of mine and the Lady. When you're through with the tour, take him to the Lady's room and let them talk in private, okay?" The young woman looked at Jason and nodded at his orders. She then looked at Jiri with a look of innocence that seemed to cover the darkest dirtiest thoughts the same way her stockings covered her legs. She took his hand in hers and a heat coursed up Jiri's arm from her touch. "Come with me, sir. I'll show you all the tricks of our trade here," she smiled at Jiri, pulling him back toward the stairs. Her voice was soft and sweet to his ears, but it held a demanding pull to them, similar to her arm pulling his. He followed the lovely figure up the stairs and she stopped at the top when he reached them. "The first thing you need to know about our business is that we have a magic here in this building that helps us to meet every man's, and woman's, desire," she said, looking Jiri in the eyes. Her gaze was pleasant, and held his eyes, keeping them from wandering up and down her body again. "For example, I can tell that you have a weakness for a woman that can seduce you and maybe hypnotize you with her gaze, and knowing that, I could use this place's magic to make your fantasy come true. "But I don't think the Lady will like that, so I won't use you. I am, however, going to show you some of the magic in this house. As you saw outside, the building isn't very large, but if you look down the corridor, you'll notice that it seems to go on forever in each direction. That's because of the Lady's magic. "Each room holds its own magic which enables it to become the perfect place to match each visitor's fantasy. A good example is the first room here. We have a few visitors come in that are into cat-girls, so this room is focused on that fantasy." "Wait a second," Jiri interrupted, his tone dubious. He tore his eyes away from the girl's and shook the cobwebs from his mind again. He looked down the hallways and saw that they did seem to extend for quite a distance, much longer than the house seemed to be when he was outside. "You're telling me that there's magic in this house and you use that to make every bloke's fantasy come true? That's just impossible." Salem turned away from him and opened the door she had been talking about a second earlier. "Does that look impossible to you?" she asked playfully. Inside the room was literally a rainforest. Salem took his hand and led him into the room and closed the door behind them. "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," Salem called out, causing Jiri to chuckle. Salem turned to look at Jiri. "Her name is Kitty, and you'll see why in just a moment." She let go of his hand and stepped back a couple of paces just before a large weight landed on Jiri's back. He fell to the ground and discovered it wasn't as hard as he expected it to be. It was covered with so many leaves and so much moss that it was soft and slightly spongy. Jiri rolled himself over to see what had landed on him and found himself staring up at a large cat's face. There was something odd about the face though, the more he stared at it. It seemed to be a woman's face that was morphed somehow into that of a cat. The soft looking fur on her face was pure black and whiskers come out from the edges of her mouth and above her eyes. Large ears, covered in black fur stood atop her head, but Jiri could see the pink inside them, just like a cat's. "Let him up, Kitty, he's only here for a tour, not for play," Salem said. At those words, a look of disappointment crossed the human/cat face above him and she/it stood up on her legs/paws. She then reached down a hand/paw to help Jiri up. He took it without thinking and noticed as he stood that it was a paw and a hand at the same time. Her entire body was covered with fur, but her body was that of a woman. She stood before him, showing off her soft furry body, one hand/paw on her hip and her tail behind her swishing around. Her legs and arms were well toned, like that of a cat, and he couldn't help but find her very desirable. He could see why some people would want to be with a woman like this. "It must take hours to put on all that make up, and you do all of this just for a client?" Jiri asked Kitty incredulously. Kitty sauntered up to Jiri and took his hand in her paws. She brought his hand, palm up, to her mouth. "Does this feel like it's just make-up?" she asked him, a slight purr in her voice. She then licked his palm from the base of his fingers to his wrist. The rough cat tongue scraped his flesh and tickled in an exciting way. Jiri tried to pull his hand away, but the tips of her paw holding it tightened slightly and he felt the points of curved claws just lightly grip his forearm. "Mmm. You taste so good, sir. Are you sure you don't want to stay here and have some fun before you continue on with your tour?" At her words, Jiri felt a caress around his thigh and looked down to see that her tail had proved it was real by reaching between her legs and wrapping around his upper thigh. Its tip twitched and tapped at the bulge in his groin and he could feel his body cry out for more of this creature's touch. "He's to meet with the Lady when his tour is over, so I don't know if that's a good idea, Kitty," Salem said as she moved behind him and pressed her body into his back. Her head was right next to his as she said those words, and he could feel the heat of her breath next to his ear. He could also detect that she wanted just what Kitty wanted. "Did they say how long his tour had to be or how much time you had to show him everything?" Kitty asked, stepping closer to Jiri. Her furry breasts were now pressing into his chest, her hands on his hips. He could feel the heat between the women work its way though his clothes and their lust was starting to drive him crazy. "Jason never gave me a time frame, no," Salem moaned. Her hips seemed to be grinding into Jiri's back side. "Oh, that feels so good, Kitty, don't stop," she moaned into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe and sucking on it. Kitty rested her head on Jiri's other shoulder and licked his neck with her rough tongue. "My naughty little tail is penetrating her very deeply from between your legs, lover. I don't think she'd be very happy if you moved and caused my tail to come out of her right now. I hope you don't mind being stuck between us." After saying that, she pulled back, put her hands on his shoulders, and leaned back into him, her lips connecting with his. Jiri felt her rough tongue rake across his, teasing it into her mouth. He felt her teeth at the front of her mouth, finding them to be just as sharp as a cat's teeth looked to be. Salem's hands moved around his waist from behind and began to undo his slacks, releasing the button and then pulling the zipper down. She pushed his slacks and underwear down as far as her arms could reach and without causing the tail to come out of her. Her moaning was growing with each second in Jiri's ear as she continued her assault on his lobe. Jiri had closed his eyes at the start of the kiss and concentrated on the feelings these two women were giving him but he was brought back to reality when he heard Salem moan with sorrow. "No, don't go away," she whimpered, pushing harder against Jiri's body and grinding him against Kitty. "Give it back." Jiri felt the tail, slightly moist, touch his bare leg as it pushed his pants further down and then it touched his balls and slide along the underside of his crotch. The fur tickled his nuts and perineum as he heard Salem moan in pleasure and gratitude again as tail returned to probing deep inside her folds. With each thrust of her hips and the tail, Jiri's balls were tickled more and more by the soft hair along it. Salem's hands reached around his waist again and began to stroke his dick with the softest caresses he'd ever felt a woman give him. At the same time, Kitty was grinding her body against his groin. The soft fur of her body teased the head of his cock as Salem's fingers stroked him to the height of his lust. Just as he was about to reach the point of no return, both women abruptly stopped as if a bucket of ice water was thrown on them. Worse, they both jumped away from him, and Jiri fell to his knees with the pain of being so close to release but not reaching it. "Fuck me dead!" he gasped, almost painfully, remaining on his knees, "I was so close." "We're sorry, Jiri, but we were going too far," Salem said softly, "Kitty, you and I will do this again tonight, because I think you've got a client that would enjoy it." Kitty nodded, walked over to Jiri and knelt down in front of him. "I'm sorry, Jiri, but Salem is right. The Lady only wants you to see what we offer, not take you all the way through the process. It's for her to decide whether you should or shouldn't." With that said, Kitty's padded palm caressed his cheek and the tips of her claws slightly scrapped his face. She leaned in and licked his lips with her rough tongue again and helped him stand. "Please forgive me for not doing it for you, Jiri, but you need to pull your pants up," Kitty said breathlessly, "If I do it, I'm likely to lose control and be punished for enjoying you." Jiri nodded, righted his clothes with a little difficulty due to the raging hard-on he now had. He then reached over to Kitty and touched her on the top of her head. He started to scratch her there and heard her start to purr. "I can now see why some men have a liking for cat-women or furries. Thank you, Kitty," he grunted as he turned back to his guide, "Show me more, Salem." She nodded and they stepped back through the doorway and into the hallway again. "Do you believe in the magic that's in this building now?" Salem asked with a little smirk. "I believe it now, but I don't understand how I could ever use this back home." "I'm sure the Lady and Jason could come up with a way, if they decide you're allowed to use it. Is there anything else you need to see more of to know more about the magic here?" "How does this magic work?" Jiri asked, shaking his head in amazement, "How far of a change could it make for a person's desires to be met?" "It can go as far as the person's imagination can go," Salem said, her face lighting up, "I don't know if you could tell, but I'm not a normal woman, you know. None of us here are normal anymore. We are the fantasies that are desired by our clients." "How do you mean?" Jiri frowned, "You look normal enough to me, besides having one of the hottest bods that exist. I'd bet you could make loads of money as a model with your looks." "I'm a fantasy that another man had once and I'll never change. There are hundreds of men out there that will give their entire life over to have me as their fantasy. Here's my room, I'll show you." Jiri hadn't even noticed that they had been walking down the corridor the whole time they had been talking and was a little shocked to find out he could no longer see where the top of the stairs was. Looking back to the end of the hallway, he still couldn't see the end of it. He then turned his attention to the door that Salem was opening. When she opened it, Jiri found himself looking into a wooded forest again, but much less like the rainforest where Kitty was. He stepped through behind Salem and found himself standing in a small open space surrounded by large oak trees and young saplings at the edges of the clearing. "This is where I have my way with men. As you can see, it's nighttime here in my small clearing, and it will always be night time here." "Are you telling me that you're supposed to be a vampire," Jiri said apprehensively, taking a slight step back from her. After seeing Kitty, he didn't want to be killed now by a real vampire, even one so attractive. "No," she laughed, putting her hand over her mouth. "Maybe this will make you see who I am better." She waved her hand toward the center of the clearing and a giant pot appeared out of thin air with flames licking at the bottom of it. A little bit of steam came off the top of the cauldron; and rolled over the edges, down the sides and across the ground, radiating out from the cauldron and toward the edges of the clearing. "See," Salem said, pulling Jiri's gaze back to her. She was now standing before him in a form fitting black satin dress. Her hair framed her face perfectly and atop her head was a wide brimmed pointed black hat. The neck line of her dress plunged to her belly button, showing her magnificent cleavage. The long sleeves flared wide at the ends and seemed to be a frayed at the edges. The bottom of the dress had slits up both sides along her legs, all the way from the ground to her upper hips. "You're a witch, then" Jiri chuckled as he shrugged. He didn't notice that he was adjusting himself right in front of her. "So, men have fantasies about witches. I've had several clients come to me asking for that fantasy before. I've always been able to dress my girls up to help with such easy fantasies. I don't mean to sound rude, but what's so special about this fantasy that my clients would want to come all the way here for you instead of staying in my country and get what they want." "You're not being rude, Jiri, you're just curious," Salem said with a small smile, "but unlike your girls, I'm an actual witch. I use magic on the men that come to me, to make their fantasy better." "Show me how." "I think it will be okay, since you've asked and I'm not trying to force it upon you," she seemed to be saying to herself, "Okay, I will. Just try not to do as I want you to do, okay?" Jiri nodded, thinking to himself that this would be an easy task. He'd never given into his girls demands, unless they asked politely. "Jiri, pull your dick out and start jerking off," she said. "I'd do that anyway at the looks of your body, love, but I don't think I'm going to just because you tell me too," he said to her. "Then why are you doing it?" she asked him. Jiri looked down and he saw that his hands had already pulled his dick out of the now open zipper and were working at pulling on his erection. "What the hell?" he asked himself out loud. "Do I need to show you more?" Salem giggled. Jiri ignored her as he tried to concentrate at stopping his hands. He tried to think of disgusting things to try and kill his erection, but nothing would come to mind. Closing his eyes, all he could see was the beautiful witch that was standing before him. "Jiri, open your eyes and look at me," Salem's voice called to him. His eyes snapped open against his wishes and he was looking at Salem, now standing in the nude. Her body glistened with moisture that he guessed was her sweat from standing near the boiling cauldron. His cock jumped at the site of her body and he tried to stop his cursed hands. "I know it feels good, Jiri, but you need to stop now and walk to me." Jiri's hands suddenly stopped stroking his shaft and held it out toward her as he placed one foot in front of the other toward her. "Good, you seem to know that I've got control, right?" "Yeah, I see that you've got control of my body, but any hypnotist can do that. You've just hypnotized me with those gorgeous eyes of yours." "Good point," she said with a grin, then reached out and caressed the tip of his cock. Taking the drop of pre-cum from his tiny opening, she licked her finger clean. "Mmm...Very good point, indeed. But, could a hypnotist do this?" At that point, vines grew from the ground at Jiri's feet and began to entwine around his legs. He could feel the pressure of them thru his slacks as they went up his legs past his knees. He tried to move away, but he couldn't get his body to make any movement at all. "You're mine now, Jiri. Don't you know that?" she whispered, "You've asked me to show you how come I'm a better witch than the women you have dressed up as witches. It's because I control the elements around me and manipulate men like they want to be manipulated. I even have control over your body, and can do with it as I desire. And as any good woman in this business, I desire only to please my client." Jiri felt the vines and their soft leaves reach his balls and start to curl around the base of his cock. The gentle grip of the vine was tantalizing and teased him more than his own hands were doing earlier. At some point, he had released his dick and the vine had moved in to fully engulfing it. Succubus Ranch Ch. 02 Salem now stood directly in front of him, her breasts rising up and down with each deep breath she was taking. Her hands began to unbutton his shirt and expose his chest for her fingers to caress. When it was completely undone, he was beyond trying to stop what was happening to him and wanted nothing more than to give her the desire she clamed to want. He wanted to give her his pleasure. "As every witch knows, what you give always comes to them back three-fold. So, if I let you cum, I will have three orgasms just by standing here. The longer I make you wait for it, the harder your orgasm will be, and the better my orgasms will be, too." Her last words seemed to come out in gasps, as if her body was being plundered without anyone touching her. He neared his peak even more so when he felt her hands reach his shoulders and pulled his head to hers. Her lips, the softest lips he'd ever felt before, pressed against his. He opened for her tongue willingly and let her plunder his mouth. He moaned as he felt his balls burn with the desire for release and he felt her body tense as she almost reached the point of no return. Without warning, she jumped away from him again, like she had done in Kitty's room earlier. He was frozen in place, his cum boiling inside his balls, screaming for a way out. The vines had stopped their caressing, of his cock and were now just holding it in a death grip. He was being denied his release once more, but just barely. He tried to thrust his hips into the cocoon of the vines, but he was still frozen in place. Salem stood there, tears flowing down her cheeks as she stared at Jiri. "Oh, I never knew it could be so bad. I know your pain, Jiri; because I feel it three fold. I'm so sorry that I put you into this position now, and I hope you will not be angry at me for not giving you what we both want. It's the Lady's demand that you do not give yourself fully to any of us." Jiri heard her words, but couldn't respond. He was concentrating on trying to get his body to calm down from the lust that he was feeling now. Every muscle in his body had tensed up with the impending explosion of release and he tried to focus on getting them to relax as his orgasm subsided. He knew that he was now feeling the ultimate case of blue balls, being denied climax twice after being so close. Finally, when his body was more relaxed, the vines began to wither and die where they were, falling to the ground and turning to dust. Salem still stood there, now dressed in the stocking, shorts and tee-shirt that she had on the first time he saw her. She was holding her lower abdomen as if she were going through heavy cramps and Jiri couldn't imagine the pain she must be feeling if it was three times as bad as what he had just experienced. "The Lady is ready for you now," Salem said with a soft gasp when Jiri was complete free of the vines. "You need to redress yourself again. I'm sorry that I can't do it, but I don't trust myself now to even touch you again. I'm likely to take you beyond the point that we've already reached." When Jiri had composed himself and closed his pants again, he looked at the beautiful woman before him again, with a new attraction. "I think I understand more now than I did before about this business. But I don't see how any of it will help my business in Australia. I don't know how I could ever get this much magic there." "If the Lady and Jason decide for it to be so, I'm sure they will find a way," Salem answered softly, walking past him toward the trees around the clearing. "Come with me and I'll take you to her." Jiri reached for her hand, but Salem quickly pulled it away from his reach. "No, don't!" she barked, then softened, "I will not trust myself touching you after how close we were. It's too tempting to take you now. You are not for me. The Lady knows your desires and she will fulfill them, if she wishes it. You are a lucky man, Jiri, if she does." Jiri just nodded his head and followed the sweet looking arse before him. It was hard to resist his temptation to just take her in his arms and have his way with this witch, but he figured that if he did that, he would never have an opportunity to get this magic back home. When they reached the trees, Salem reached out and grabbed a knot in the trunk of one and opened the door that was hidden there. Stepping out of the clearing, Jiri was surprised that it opened next to the stairs where they'd came up. "Wait a minute," he blinked, "this door was much further down the hallway earlier." "I've told you, already. This place is full of magic. The Lady wants you now, and I've been given the most direct route to get you there. Follow me please, and don't even attempt to grab me like you wanted to. She will not be pleased, and neither will you. I can promise you that." Jiri blushed at the thought that his mind had been read so easily, but just nodded and admired the woman as she continued to lead the way. They walked down the stairs and went toward the back of the house from the entry foyer. When they reached the back, they turned left and went through another door. Inside the door was another set of stairs that led down. "I'm not to go any further, Jiri. At the bottom of the stairs, go to the end of the corridor and into the room at the end. Do not go into any of the rooms but that one. The others are for only certain people and you are not one of them." "Will I see you again, Salem?" "No." "May I have one last kiss?" "I could only wish, but she is waiting and I can't risk her anger." Salem turned and quickly left the landing they were standing on, slamming the door behind her. Jiri walked down the stairs and found he was looking down a long corridor. The temperature was cool, but for some reason he was sweating just standing there. On each side of the hallway, there were about ten doors each. As he passed each one, he could hear men and women in the greatest throes of passion on the other side. Some of them sounded like they were beyond orgasm, others sound as if they were going through orgasm and great pain at the same time. Either way, Jiri felt his cock grow at the sounds of these men and women that he couldn't see. The last few two doors on each side he didn't hear any men having their orgasm. Instead he heard women's voices on the other side. He could hear their fingernails scraping on the doors themselves. "Oooh, please, come in. Don't pass me by, when you know you want me to fuck you," came a soft sensuous female voice from the first door, "Mmm...I can smell your cum. It smells delicious. Let me suck you dry, lover. Just open up and cum for me. Don't listen to them! Come to me instead. I'll let you fuck me anyway you want. Just come to me and I'll give you pleasure that will never end." At the other door, he heard two women talking to him at the same time. "If you come to us, we won't let you down." "You'll never be let down with us." "We'll keep you up for a very, very long time." "We can please you like no single woman ever could." "Just open our door, please." "All you have to do is open it, and we'll happily bring you in and let you cum and cum and cum and cum." "You'll never want to leave us..." "...and we'll never let you leave us." "Yes, I can feel your warmth touching it." "Just turn the knob to turn us on forever." Jiri came to his sense before he turned the doorknob he was holding onto. He let it go and touched his groin where he felt the pain of being so near to orgasm again. He found there was a wet stain where he had already leaked a lot of pre-cum. The stain looked like he had already cum and he was still raging hard. "Damn this," he grunted and turned to face the door at the end of the hallway. He didn't know if he should knock or just walk in; but he knew that if he stood in this corridor much longer, he would end up walking into one of the other rooms. With a deep breath, he grabbed the doorknob and began to turn it but stopped himself just in time. He was facing the door where the two women were tempting, groaning and moaning on the other side again. He was going to lose his mind and his will to stay out of that room if he didn't move now. Jiri turned to the Lady's door, grabbed the door handle, opened it, jumped in and slammed the door behind him. He leaned against the door and nearly cried at the sudden loss of the sultry women calling to him. This feeling was gone as soon as he heard her voice again. "Good job, Jiri," the Lady said sensuously "You're the first man to have ever made it all the way to my chambers without entering the other rooms. It's about time I had someone besides Jason in my room for a change. Jiri had opened his eyes at the sound of her voice and saw he was standing in a red bedroom. She still wore the black latex body suit that looked like it was painted on and his cock let more pre-cum escape at the sight of her. He continued to lean on the door; but it was more for support than just to keep it closed. He felt weak in his knees before this woman. "Jiri, I understand that you don't want to be part of a franchise for Succubus Ranch, and I don't blame you," she continued, walking seductively towards him, "I wouldn't want to take you away from the business that you have already started back at your home. Too many people there already know your business and starting a new one would only cause them to question trying a new place." She had reached Jiri at this point and was only inches away from his body. Heat was emanating from her body somehow, and Jiri felt like he was standing next to a furnace. Her hands reached up to his shoulders, sliding down them to his chest. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt as she continued to talk. "I think I may have found a way to get around that problem, Jiri. You see, your lady friends have really enjoyed themselves here tonight and have learned a lot of the magic that I've put into this place. The thing now is to decide if I should let them leave with that magic to your business without some form of compensation." When she finished, her hands had already removed his shirt and opened his pants. He was standing at full attention before her and his mind was reeling with the need to cum. Her fingers reached his shaft and began to caress the underside of it as she stepped closer to him. Her breast were now pressing against his chest and to his bare skin, it felt like they weren't covered by anything. "Jiri, are you willing to compensate me for letting your girls go back with you to make your business better? I promise you that you'll enjoy paying me for it." Her hand felt like silk against his shaft as it glided up and down the underside. He thought he felt a fluid pouring over his dick but he didn't care as long as she didn't stop what she was doing. He felt the same feeling on his chest where her breasts were touching him, but it seemed to be spreading out, instead of just flowing down with gravity. "You want to compensate me, don't you Jiri?" she cooed, "It feels too good not to give me what I desire; especially since I can tell you want it too. All I want is your cum, Jiri. I just want you to cum for me, on me, in me, many, many times. You'll be a good lover for me and your girls, I'm sure. They've told me so much about how you've trained them to be as good as they are. They're much better now, you know. I've been training them all night and they are ready to show you what they've learned." Jiri moaned at the caress of the fluid that was now flowing around his body. It had started at her hands on his cock and his chest and her breast, but now it was already covering his entire body from the neck down. He groaned when he felt it cover his toes and slip between his feet and the floor. He couldn't remember when he took off his pants or shoes, but he knew he was now standing there naked for the Lady to play with. And he wanted it that way. Looking down, he saw that his body was fully covered by the same shiny black latex that had been covering the Lady. She, however, was now pressing her completely nude body against his covered body. Everywhere she touched him felt better than it ever had before. Each touch was like the touch of every woman in the world. Each caress was the most sensuous caress that he could imagine, and then some. He felt his dick explode as the latex covering him closed up the only opening that had been left open, just at his lower back. "That's my man; and it looks like this stuff loves your seed too." Jiri looked down and watched as his sperm was absorbed into the latex. Every drop that seeped out of this dick's head was quickly soaked up into the substance and never made it past the head of his dick. With each drop, the latex vibrated more around his cock and balls, keeping him hard in its grip. "Come, Jiri. I think you need to see what your ladies have learned," the Lady said with a soft smile, grabbing his cock in her hand and pulling him away from the door with it. As he entered further into the room, he saw that there was a hole in the center of the room that was only three feet deep but took up most of the large room. Jiri thought it was a type of wading pool, since it appeared to be filled with water, but he would learn differently soon enough. In the center of the sunken pool, Jiri watched as Adel slipped above the top of the fluid. Her body glistened with the slime-like material that was now covering her body. Her hands massaged her breast, rubbed her neck, played with her face and slick hair, then made their way back down to her flat stomach. She was a glistening goddess of lust in slime and Jiri desired her more than he had before. Jiri let loose another load of sperm watching Adel spread the slime around her body and listening to her moans of ecstasy. He watched the sperm arch as it flew the two feet from his cock to the pool. Instead of falling all the way into the pool, Jiri thought he saw the liquid actually reach up and grab his cum out of the air. Staring at Adel, he didn't notice that the Lady had let his dick go. He stepped to the edge of the pool and watched as the woman moaned louder in the throes of her passion, her fingers either pulling at her nipples or sliding down into the slime to caress her pussy. Suddenly, another woman emerged from the fluid at his feet and gripped Jiri's ankles. She yanked him hard, causing him to lose his balance. Spinning in the air as he fell toward the pool, he saw the Lady standing nearby, her skin now as red as blood. A long slender smooth tail from behind her rose up to her shoulder and rested on it. Giant bat wings rose behind her back and stretched across the room. Her body was beyond perfection and the sight of her caused Jiri to orgasm again so soon after shooting his second load into the pool. Looking down at the woman that grabbed his ankles, he saw his Asian beauty diving toward his groin. Her mouth latched on his cock just as his back hit the liquid and he sank into its warm slippery embrace. He felt the girl's mouth still around his cock, and the blow job was a thousand times better than he had ever had from her before. He also felt hands and fingers creasing every inch of his skin as the slime seemed to glide over it. Invisible mouths and tongues were kissing and licking every part of his body where the fingers were at the same time. His toes and fingers were being sucked just as hard as his cock was. His body was rocked with pleasure that he had never felt in his life. As he erupted into another orgasm, he felt his body shaking with the onslaught of ecstasy he had never known existed. He felt his lungs burning from holding his breath, but he didn't care because the pain just brought him more pleasure. Finally he lost control of trying to hold his breath in and let it out, immediately taking in a gulp of the liquid that was covering him. He knew that he was dead now, because he never wanted to come out of this fluid. He gave up his life, just to feel this pleasure at the end of it. But it wasn't over. His head was pulled above the top of it and he stood covered in the slime. Jiri coughed up the slime that he had swallowed and breathed in air that smelled of fire and sulfur; but the taste of the fluid wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. His body was still being caressed by all of it, and the added magic of the latex skin he wore caused him to cum one more time. Jiri let out a scream with the rush of the orgasm he was having, but it was a scream of base desire for more. Then Jiri felt the press of many women around him. He saw it was his ten women, all of them covered in the slime. The Asian was directly in front of him, kissing his mouth now, sucking his tongue into hers. He looked to his right and saw Adel was there. She had taken his hand and led it to her crotch. Her pussy was sucking his fingers into it and each inch that they were pulled in seemed to give her an orgasm. She had become more of a nymphomaniac than she was before. The other women were kissing his body everywhere they could put their mouth. Their tongues were either licking the slime off or spreading more on him, he couldn't tell, nor did he care. The Asian woman kissed her way down his chest and straight to his cock, giving him the pleasure of her blow job again. He came, screaming for more, before another mouth covered his. Another mouth came up from underneath his spread legs and swallowed his balls, with a tongue licking, caressing and squeezing them. Jiri tried to scream out his pleasure, but the mouth covering his just sucked his breath in and poured more slime down his throat. Slick bodies pressed in from everywhere, and Jiri thought he was in both heaven and hell. Even though his orgasm was over, he still had a raging hard on; and the girl that was sucking on his dick continued her ministrations. Jiri felt the woman directly behind him kiss her way down his back to his buttocks and then between the cheeks. He felt another of his women press against his back, just as the woman that had kissed her way down now pressed her tongue just past his arse. Jiri shot another load of cum into the Asian goddess that was sucking him so well. With that orgasm, the women grabbed Jiri with their slimy hands and pulled him down. He went willingly into the embrace of the slime again, his mind wanting nothing more than to be immersed in this liquid lust, to never rise out of it again unless to bring someone else to enjoy the pleasures that it offers. As it covered his body, he felt every atom of his body being pulled apart with the constant sexual pleasures he was receiving. He also felt and enjoyed as the slime sank through his skin, seeped through his nostrils, ears, and all of his openings. He felt it taking over his body as it was racked with the painful pleasures of the orgasms that seemed to continue to come, one after the other. He felt his soul being ripped out of his body, but the pain of it only brought on another orgasm of pleasure. He didn't know how long he was under, and he didn't care. He lost count of how many times he came in the women that were always there surrounding him, he just knew he didn't want it to ever stop. But it did when the Lady's voice called out to him. "Jiri. Come to me." Jiri put his feet down and stood up in the pool, the slime dripping from his body. Part of him struggled to stay immersed and pleasured, but he fought the urge with all his might. The ten ladies let him go and parted from him when he rose, their slime pulling back from him. He walked to the edge of the pool and looked up at the demonic goddess that stood before him. "Jiri, do you still wish to take this magic back to your home and spread this pleasure to the world?" "Yes, my Lady Mistress. I want so much to share this pleasure to all that are willing to enjoy it." Succubus Ranch Ch. 03 Brian Yip was just enjoying his drive through the Nevada desert on his cross country trip. He had left his home town in the North-Eastern states and was going to work in Northern California for a computer firm. He had received an offer that he couldn't refuse from this high tech company. As long as he was willing to move there, they would set him up in an apartment, company car, and a triple digit annual salary. He had already received a small bonus just for taking the job. Now all he had to do was get there. Brian had decided to drive across the country and see the sights along the way. He knew that when he started working next month, he would be very busy for the next several years and not get to travel that much. The sun was low on the horizon ahead of him and there was no other traffic on this stretch of highway he was traveling. He had left the interstate because he wanted to see more of the sights and just a passing blur. This highway would take him straight into Reno before it was too late in the evening, and he should be able to do some gambling before staying another hotel. Thinking through his mind about what games he would try his hand at, Brian caught movement along the road ahead of him. Concentrating more closely on the road, he noticed from the long distance it looked like someone walking, but it was still to far off to be sure. The sun seemed to sink faster into the West as he neared the figure, and as it grew darker, it became harder to make out just exactly what he was seeing. When he thought he was close enough to see the person, Brian saw that it was some kind of animal instead. When he was just a few short feet from it, the animal darted into the road; its black fur was a blurred shadow before his headlights. Brian slammed on his brakes, skidding to a stop on the pavement. Looking in his rearview mirror, he saw the animal in the middle of the lane, just lying there. The shape looked a lot like a large cat in the glow of his red tail lights. Pulling to the side of the road, he came to a stop on the rough surface and looked to see if any traffic was coming from either direction. The pitch black night was the only thing that greeted his eyes where the lights of his car didn't push it away. Brian reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a flashlight and turned it on to make sure it worked; then he opened the door and climbed out. Letting the flashlight guide him, Brian walked along the edge of the white line, off the main surface. He kept moving his light over the driving lane to find the animal, but he couldn't find it anywhere. After several minutes, he started looking for blood stains to see if he might have hit the animal and hoped that he could follow that to wherever it had dragged itself to; but there was nothing. "I must have missed it," he blurted out loud to no one. But what was that thing, he thought to himself as he headed back to his car. While walking back the way he came, he noticed that his driver side door was still open and he cursed himself for leaving it that way. "It would be my luck for a big rig to come by and rip it off the hinges." Reaching the car, he sank into the driver seat and leaned his head back on the headrest. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the flashlight sitting in his lap. Letting out a sigh to relax the tension he didn't know he was feeling, Brian relaxed more in his seat. "Merow" Brian jumped and sucked in his breath. His hands flew to the flashlight to use as a weapon until his mind returned to normal and remembered the sound came from a cat. "Merroow" Brian looked toward the sound, coming from his passenger seat. Sitting on its back legs, with its tail curled around all four feet, sat a pitch black short-haired cat. The animal looked well cared for, and its fur shined from the dome light of the car. "Are you what I almost hit?" he asked the animal. The cat responded by leaping from the passenger seat and landing in his lap. Once there, it put its front paws on the top Brian's stomach and moved closer to his head. He noticed that the animal didn't smell of the outdoors, but seemed to have the scent of a perfume. The light caught the edge of something underneath its head and Brian reached out to see what it was. He felt cold metal in his hands along with the softest fur he could ever remember feeling on an animal. His other hand began to stroke the cat's back, eliciting a purr to come from the beautiful sleek body that it had. The metal was a small locket hanging from around the cat's neck. As Brian's hand continued to pet the animal without him even thinking about it, he opened the locket with the fingers of his other hand. On the inside, he could see a small mirror on one side and an inscription on the other side. Name: Kitty Home: Succubus Ranch Owner: see other side Brian looked at the other side and was surprised that the mirror was concaved enough to reflect his entire face in the small space. He closed the locket and turned it over, reading another small inscription there. Please take me home. Brian let the locket drop and began to stroke the cat with both hands. He could feel the vibrations of its happiness rumbled though the cat's body. Where it's paws touched his chest, Brian could feel the vibration passing though his shirt and slightly rumbling his own insides. The cat's front legs moved higher up on his chest and the animal lay its body on him. The full body vibrating on his chest sent shivers through Brian at the thought of being engulfed in this sensation. It was then that he noticed that the cat's back paws were standing on top of his groin and the vibrations were turning him on. "As much as I would like to just lie here with you resting on my chest, I need to get back on the road. I hope this ranch you came from is up the road. If not, I'll see if I can find a number for them at the hotel that I plan on stopping at next." He lifted the cat off himself and gently placed it on the passenger seat again. Closing the door and putting it into gear again, Brian felt the cat climb into his lap again. Looking down, he watched it curl up on his lap and close its eyes. Its motor was almost as loud as the engine under the hood of his car. Brian pulled out on the road and picked back up to speed. As he drove, he kept an eye out for a driveway or any other sign of civilization that the cat could have come from, but didn't see anything for at least 10 minutes. Then he saw a neon sign appear off in the distance. He felt the road weariness pulling on his body and figured he would stop at this upcoming hotel for the night. There, he would use the phone to call the ranch and let them know he had their cat, Kitty. Just when the sign had appeared in the distance, Kitty woke up from her cat nap and stretched. Her nails dug just slightly into Brian's jeans and only gently touched his bare skin underneath before she retracted them. She climbed off of his lap and into the passenger seat again, then leapt onto the back of the seat. Walking as cats do, she stepped over the gap and onto the back of Brian's seat. As he got closer, he saw that it wasn't a hotel. The first thing that he told him it wasn't a hotel was the female figure outlined in red neon. Coming of the back of the figure showing was a black neon outline of large bat-wings. That was when Kitty slipped off the back of the seat and rested on his shoulders. Her soft fur on the back of his neck was comforting, and the gentle rumbles of her internal motor soothed him. The scent of the perfume that he noticed earlier now surrounded his senses as Brian was just deciding to pass up this den of debauchery. Then he read the name of it in the neon lights that were showing up. Succubus Ranch Brian slowed down and blinked his eyes to make sure his sleepy eyes were reading the sign right. The distraction of Kitty sniffing at his ear and then bathing the spot just behind his ear didn't help him concentrate on the sign. But he saw it plain and clear, this was Succubus Ranch, the place where Kitty's owners were. The raspy tongue on the back of his ear became a slight nibble with the sharp teeth, then Kitty meowed in his ear. "No wonder you smell of perfume," Brian said. "Well, I don't think I'd mind taking a reward that I might get here for returning you," he joked, the perfume making him think of a beautiful woman in his arms. He pulled into the parking lot and was surprised at the large number of cars that filled it. Apparently they were either throwing a party; but with the many out of state license plates, it's more likely they were entertaining a convention. Finding a spot to put his car, he parked it and Kitty jumped from his neck and back onto his lap. Turning off the engine and opening the door, Brian looked down into Kitty's eyes for the first time. The golden orbs with the vertical slits stared back at him, pulling him into what felt like a hypnotic trance. "Meroow," came from the cat and Brian came around, noticing that he was very close to the cat's face. He sat back and undid his seat belt. Pulling the vibrating pussy into the crook of his arm, he opened the door and climbed out. He looked at the building at the end of the parking lot and was surprised to see it sitting out in the middle of the desert. What stood before him was a perfect replication of a Southern plantation you would expect to see in the deep south of Georgia or Alabama, maybe even in Mississippi or Tennessee. The large columns rose from the raised porch all the way to the roof on top of the second story. A balcony came out of a set of doors on the second floor and Brian thought he could make out a figure standing there, but he wasn't for certain that it wasn't a trick of the shadows. As he walked toward the mansion, one of the double doors opened up and Brian saw several people coming out and into the darkness. Standing in at the door, holding it opened, he could see a tall man in good physical shape and a cleanly shaved bald head looking at him. The man stood there, looking directly at Brian as he walked past the leaving patrons and ascended the stairs. When he reached the top, the bald man looked Brian in the eyes with a wry grin on his lips, bearing some of the whitest teeth he had ever seen. Then the man's eyes wandered down to the cat in Brian's arms. "Well, Kitty, it looks like you've brought someone home to play with," the man said, stepping out of the way. "Come in, stranger. Anyone that can make Kitty purr like that is a friend of this house." Brian took a couple of steps toward the door, noticing a great weight seemed to chained to his back. His feet dragged along the boards of the porch and he couldn't tell why he felt a slight twinge of dread as he neared the doors. Just as he was about to give up his forward movement, Kitty leapt from his arms and landed on just the other side of the door frame. Brian tried to grab her in mid-air and lost his balance. Falling forward, his feet scrambled to keep up with him and entered the mansion. The man at the door put his hand up and caught Brian in the chest with it. Heat went through his shirt and into his chest where the hand caught his awkward fall and then it disappeared after Brian steadied himself and the man removed his hand. "Can't have the man that rescues our sweet Kitty from an accident get hurt himself, can we?" the man asked. "Hi, I'm Jason, and who might I thank for bringing back our wayward little girl?" "The name's Brian Yip," he responded, reaching for Jason's hand in greeting. The grip was strong and powerful in Brian's hand, but the heat wasn't as strong as it had been before. "I almost ran over her when I was driving along several miles down the road. I'm glad that I didn't. She's a very sweet cat." "That she is," mused Jason, looking down at animal that was staring up at the both of them. When her eyes closed with each blink, Brian thought she looked like she was the happiest animal in the world, and couldn't blame her considering where her home was. The foyer was large with stairs leading up to the second floor. Off to each side were a couple of doors. In one room, Brian could see a large dining room table fit for a king's feast, if dinner was ever served there. In the other room, he could see that it was a type of sitting room. From around the walls, he could barely make out the laughing of men and soft giggles of ladies. "Well, I've brought you your cat back and I guess I should be getting back on the road," he said, about to turn around and walk out the door. Jason quickly pushed the door closed and looked at Brian. "You can't go just yet. We always reward anyone that helps us out. I'm sure that Kitty would be upset if you left so soon without getting your reward." A touch on his near the ankle brought Brian's attention by the cat. Her front paw was touching his pants leg, her claw dug into it, and her eyes did seem to plead with him not to leave. "See, she wants you to stay for awhile," a delicious voice said from the stairs. Brian quickly turned to look up and saw a woman of such beauty in her face that he could barely think it possible. He could only see her face and long ebony hair hanging behind her. A strange type of cape was draped around her neck and hung down to the floor. With each step, her legs would appear between the break in the cape and their smooth skin seemed to demand a man's hand to rub them and worship them. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Brian saw that the cape didn't just hang down like any other cape. It seemed to cling to her body, showing off her womanly curves. This sight that would arouse any man sidled up next to Jason and stood next to him. Jason's arm came to rest on the shoulders of the woman and Brian tried to turn his lusting gaze away from her eyes. The blackness of them held him though, and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of hers. He felt he was being hypnotized again just when he felt the pain of a claw dig into his skin of his shin. "Oww," he said, looking down at Kitty again. Looking back up, but avoiding the eyes of the woman, "I guess she's jealous." "Cat's tend to be that way," said the woman. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm the Lady of the Manor. Everyone just calls me Lady." Her hand came out of the cape just a short distance, spreading it enough for Brian to see bare skin of her upper stomach and underside of one breast. He reached out and held her hand, not sure if he should shake it or kiss it, so he just held it in his for a moment. As he was touching her skin, he felt his lust explode and thoughts of deepest desires seemed to flash though his mind faster than he could catch them. Only a few things did he see and feel in that quick instance before she let go of his hand and it somewhat bothered him because of it. The last few flashes in his mind were of Kitty, lying on his chest in the car earlier, her vibrations causing his erection, the last was of Kitty on sitting on his neck, her tongue scraping his earlobe just before she nibbled on it. The whole time, he could spell the perfume that she wore, surrounding him, along with the musk of an aroused woman, as an underlying scent. When the visions were gone, Brian shook his head to clear the lustful thoughts out and put his hands on his head. "Oh, you poor dear," said Lady. "I think the best way we can reward you is to give you a place to sleep tonight. You like you're ready to pass out. I bet you've been driving all day long. Salem, would you be a dear and show Kitty's savior to her room so he may relax for the night." This last bit Lady said to someone that was behind Brian. He looked over his shoulder and saw a woman of great beauty, but not quite equal to the woman that was talking a moment earlier. Salem, as her name must be, came down the stairs, looking at Brian with a slightly hungry look in her eyes. When she reached the ground floor, he was able to get a better look at her womanly body; and Brian felt his mouth begin to water with hunger. Salem had sandy-blonde hair and very pale blue eyes. Her outfit was a short red latex skirt that ended just below where her legs must come together and a slit up both sides showing off the sides of her thighs. Above the skirt was a flat bare stomach that just looked ready for someone to plant kisses all over. Her midriff came to an end at the bottom of a very tight shiny shirt. It hugged her skin as if it was made of lycra, but Brian guessed it would feel more like silk instead. Her bare breast underneath were showing the points of her nipples. Brian thought it felt warm in the house, so he knew it wasn't the temperature that caused them to point like that. His eyes glided up the swells of her breasts and along the very slender neck that was surrounded by her hair. When he reached her face, he saw that her lips were full, pouting and slightly parted as if waiting for a kiss. Her nose was small and slender, very feminine as was her body, then her eyes caught his again. They seemed to shine with their own magic and could catch any man's fancy and would grant him any desire that he wished...for a price. Then, she spoke for the first time. "Oh, Kitty, you found him. Good girl. Now that your guest is here, we can continue what we started earlier this evening." The voice was beautiful to listen to and seemed to be a music to Brian's ears. He didn't pay much attention to what she had said until a second after she was through talking. "Found me? Earlier this evening?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. Jason stood there alone, the Lady was no longer there. "We had a guest here earlier this evening that Salem and Kitty were playing with when they weren't supposed to," Jason said with a shrug. "I guess they expected someone to come along and finish their game with them." While looking at Jason, Salem's hand had taken Brian's hand in hers and began to pull him toward the stairs. Looking in the direction he was being pulled, Brian saw Kitty run up the stairs taking them two at a time. He was about to resist going up until he saw the nice view of Salem's bare ass under the skirt going up the stairs. He followed willingly then and watched as the door at the very top of the stairs open on its own when Kitty reached it. The cat seemed a lot larger just before it ran inside the dark room and the door shut behind it. His mind wandered back to the hot woman that was pulling him toward that same door. As they neared it, Salem stopped outside the door and pulled Brian to her. Her hand guided his hand around her waist before she put both of hers around his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. "Thank you for bringing Kitty back. I'm sure that she will want to show you her pleasure of being back with us and I think I can help her, if you wish it." "I can't think of anyone else I'd like to have around right now," Brian said aloud, his mouth lying as he thought about Lady. Then his mind wandered back to the flashes of Kitty licking and nibbling his ear earlier. "Don't worry, Kitty will thank you properly, as will I; but first I must warn you," said Salem, planting sweet kisses on the edges of his lips. "This room won't look like a regular room. It's made the way it is so Kitty can have more fun playing. This is her room." Brian reached for the door knob and turned it. "Then I would like to see where Kitty lives, if you will show it to me, too." He pushed the door open and Salem walked inside, guiding him by the hand into the dark. Just as his mind registered what he was seeing, he heard the door close. Spinning around, he saw Salem standing in front of one of the many trees in the forest he had somehow walked into. He looked down at his feet and noticed that he was ankle deep in a thick layer of leaves. Looking around himself, he could see that he stood in a small clearing, surrounded by what looked like an ancient forest. Succubus Ranch Ch. 03 All the trees looked old from they're wide trunks and thick branches. Some branches didn't start until about eight or nine feet above the ground, while others seemed to be no more than inches just above the moss covered ground. Turning around, he noticed that all the trees grew close together, with just barely enough room for someone to pass between them. With it being night in these woods, he could barely see too far into the woods past the first few trees past the initial one. If he was to try and leave this area, he knew in his mind that he would be lost in those woods; and there was no telling what creatures might be running around in them. Then he remembered Kitty and tried to look for her to protect her from the dangers of this forest. "Kitty?" he asked aloud, looking at the gorgeous woman leaning on the tree that was behind her. "Behind you." A sudden thump hit his back as a large weight landed on his body. Brian fell forward to the ground and felt his breath escape his body. The ground was softer than he expected it to be, almost like a thick mattress. "You're going to kill someone jumping from the high branches on them like that, you know?" Salem said, walking toward Brian's prone body. "But I can't help but attack such handsome prey when it so willingly comes to my home," purred a very feminine voice from behind him. The whole body lying on top of him was vibrating with the purring that was in the voice. Brian could feel the breast pressing against his back as the woman behind him leaned down. He could feel her breath on his neck and then the back of his ear, a vibration of her purring underlying the feel of that heated breath. Then he felt the rough tongue of a cat lick his earlobe and the sharp teeth nibble on it. He quickly rolled over, the weight immediately disappearing from him as he made the sudden move. Jumping to his feet, Brian turned around and saw another, much darker, figure standing just behind Salem in the shadows. Both women were about the same height, the second one just a little bit taller. "Who's this?" he asked, brushing the leaves off his shirt without taking his eyes off the sleek slender form. "You don't recognize the woman you nearly ran over this evening," the figure said. Her voice was animalistic in tone, as if she were talking to either prey or a man she was upset with. She sauntered toward Brian, her body coming into the light of the full moon shinning through the canopy of leaves high above. "I figured you would know who I was when I kissed your ear like I did in the car." The light showed the black fur covering her entire body, from the tips of her paw like feet, up her strong powerful looking legs, a slightly bare spot in the "V" where her legs came together. As she came closer, his eyes moved past the well formed hips, along the curves of her thin waist, up the sweeping curve of her lower chest and came to rest on her breast. The fur on them stopped short of the aureoles and her hard nipples pointed as if the weather was freezing, but Brian felt like it was a little above the flames of Hell inside this wood. He started to sweat as he became more aroused looking at this animal/woman before him. Her body exuded sexual desire as well as disbelief that she could exist in the real world. He tore his eyes away from the beautiful breast, looking further up her chest, along her slender neck and into a face that defied any laws of the natural world. Her face looked like it could have been a model's face that was half way between computerized morphing into the face of a cat. She had a slightly jutted forward jaw and nose, giving her mouth a slight grin every time she closed her eyes. When she opened her eyelids, Brian saw the black slits for pupils and bright yellow areas around them. He became entranced staring at them and wondered how long he could stare into them. In his peripheral vision, he could see her pointed large ears on top of her head. Staring into those eyes, Brian remembered that no one could ever stare down a cat, and he intended to prove to himself that this woman was just wearing some kind of suit covered with fur. To prove it to himself, he would just stare her down. Then he saw the ears twitch and rotate around, like a normal cat's would. Taking his eyes away from her, he looked at them with shock and saw the pink insides slightly illuminated by the moonlight. "I win," she said, and walked right up to Brian. "Huh?" he asked, now standing just half a foot from this cat woman. "You looked away," she said, taking his right hand in hers and pulling it to her face. She sniffed it, her nose slightly wiggling before she leaned her head into it and rubbed his palm with her furry face and whiskers. "That means I win. And I want my prize." "Prize?" Brian asked. He was watching her rubbing against him, now doing it several times. His fingers began on their own to rub and press into her cheek. His other hand came up to rub her other cheek, but her paws caught it halfway before he could touch her. "Yes, my prize. You shall be my prize, since you lost." Brian tried to back away but his back hit something behind him. "No fair trying to leave without paying for your loss," Salem said from behind him. Her hands had reached around his waist and began to work on the belt and button. Kitty went down on her haunches and front paws, taking a tentative couple of steps on all four toward him. At her position, her head was at Brian's crotch, which was quickly opened by Salem. Brian tried to move away as he saw the cat woman come toward him. Salem just leaned into his back and held him in place. As soon as her hands had finished taking care of the opening of his pants, her hands reached into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, along with his pants, to about the middle of his thigh. At this point, Brian was nervous and scared of what was happening, causing the lack of any pleasure of the soft body that was pressing into his back. Even the slight kisses and nibbles on his neck were not enough to make him the slightest bit aroused. The warm hands of the beautiful woman touched his flaccid prick and groaned with a sound of frustration. "What's the matter, Brian? Aren't you interested in two women that are trying to give you some pleasure?" asked Salem, her tongue caressing his ear between the hot breaths that were doing the same. Looking down into the bright yellow eyes staring up at them, Brian slightly trembled with fear. "She's not a woman. She's a cat or something that's supposed to be a cat. This isn't right. What's going on?" "I just want to thank you for bringing me home, Brian," purred the cat woman. Then her head moved forward and rubbed his inner thigh. "I like you, Brian; and I want you to like me too." The woman kept moving forward and ended up pushing herself between his legs, walking on just her front and back paws. Her knees never touched the ground. As her body went between his legs, Brian felt her tail come up and the soft fur caress the bare skin of his upper thighs and just barely tickle his scrotum before running under his half-lowered pants. The slight touch was seductive enough, along with the voice of the cat woman, that there was a slight rise in his dick from it. "All Kitty and I want to do, Brian, is thank you for bringing her home," the sultry voice of the woman behind him. Her lips kissed his neck again as one of her warm hands gently caressed his crotch. "Won't you let us please you?" Something warm, but rough, touched the underside of his ball sack and slid along the area between his balls to the very edge of his backdoor. Brian jumped out of the arms that were holding him and spun around to see the women that were teasing him. He saw Kitty sitting on her haunches again, her tail was straight up and it looked like the tip was just inside Salem's naked pussy. Shuffling his feet to back away, and wondering when Salem had stripped off her clothes, Brian's pants fell further down his waist. The restraint on his ankles caused him to fall backward and land on his ass. Shutting his eyes on the landing, he opened them just in time to see Kitty leap into the air toward him. She landed on top of him, her front pads pressing his shoulders back to the ground and her ankles landing on his upper thighs. Brian felt the bare skin and some moist area of her body that he didn't want to think about press against his groin. "Brian, lover, look around you," she purred, leaning down and pressing her body into his. "There is no escape from my private domain. There are just you, Salem and I here. No where for you to run to, and no one to come to your rescue. So, why don't you give up, and let's play together." He turned his head around at her words and could not tell where he and Salem had entered these woods from and still didn't see a door anywhere to escape through. When Kitty said play, she ground her hips into Brian's groin, and he felt his slightly harder cock being pressed between the two moist lips between her legs. With instinct, he pushed back against her grind and looked up into her eyes as the same time. They glowed with pleasure at him and with a hunger he thought he might understand. Salem came walking toward the two on the ground and knelt down at his head, planting her knees next to his shoulders. He looked up past the swell of her breast and into her face, looking down at him. Her smile was contagious and Brian felt a desire to make her smile like that again. Kitty began to purr as Brian's desire slowly rose as well as his dick pressed between the two of them. She slid her moist lips up and down the underside of his cock, and he felt the vibrations of her purring chest through her vibrating lips. "I think he's accepted his fate," Salem said, scooting herself forward. "Do you mind sharing him for awhile with me, Kitty?" Kitty walked her front paws down Brian's chest as she rose up off of him, undoing the buttons along the way. Brian saw the women's mouths connect in a kiss and felt his buttons being undone, and then Salem's hands pulled the shirt open and caressed his skin as she continued to move forward. Brian's view of the kiss was blocked by Salem's breasts then her weeping pussy was above him. Watching the kiss had caused him to grow harder, along with the added pressure of Kitty sitting up, and he was just about fully erect. When her pussy was just above his nose, he tilted raised his head up off the ground and let the tip of his nose press against her clit, the tilted back so it would run between her wet folds. Salem let out a moan of pleasure with the touch, but it was caught in Kitty's mouth, who purred harder with the pressure between her legs, that vibration teasing Brian further. Salem moved all the way forward, her pussy now sitting right above Brian's mouth. She sank down on it and he willing began to lick between her lips. His erection was at full length and he could tell that Kitty was growing impatient with her need. Finally, he felt her rough padded paw wrap around his shaft aim it straight up. Then a heat engulfed the tip of his dick's head and slowly lowered down. The opening was willing to take him in, but the inside was tighter than he had ever been inside before. The muscular walls, at first, were vibrating, even though he could no longer hear Kitty's purrs though the thighs that were now pressed against his ears. His tongue was now working as deep as it could possibly go to taste more of Salem. As his cock was taken further into the pussy's pussy, he felt the walls stop vibrating and wondered if something was wrong. He stopped licking Salem's juices and moved his head to see if he could hear Kitty's purrs but what met his ears was just as good. What sounded like a cat mewling for need was coming from somewhere above him and when his head was a short distance inside her, Brian felt Kitty push her entire weight onto him, taking his dick all the way to the base. The cat's screech was so loud that Brian thought his eardrums were about to burst. He quickly turned his head back to its earlier position and let Salem's thighs muffle the sounds around him again. As soon as he was back in that position, her pussy was immediately pressed against his mouth for more pleasures from his tongue. Brian felt the muscles of the pussy wrapped around his dick tightening and loosening around him as the animal there went through an orgasm. When the waves of her pleasure began to subside, the vibrations began again, as well as the movements of her hips. He could feel her front paws pressed into his stomach, the tips of her needle point claws just lightly touching and scratching his skin. The tickling pain of those claws and the vibrating pleasures of her moist folds took him to a new zone of pleasure that he had never been before. The mix of pleasure and pain was just right to make his cock jump inside her and caused Brian to start panting into the pussy that was sitting above his mouth. Salem didn't seem to want him to quit his ministrations, and began to grind her opening onto his jaw and mouth to get more pleasure from him than he was giving her. Brian let his mind sink into the steady assault of pleasure that was being given to him and started to enjoy giving the women the pleasure that they were begging him for. He did his best to catch his breath and gave the pussy above his head his all. He decided to let Kitty handle the ride below on her own while he concentrated on the woman he was eating out. Salem's hips began to thrust harder onto his delving tongue as did the pussy that was driving onto his cock. He noticed that the rhythm between the two was the exact opposite of the other. When one would sink on top of him, the other would rise up. He didn't care how they worked him, just as long as he could continue to taste the treasure above him and feel the vibrations of something he had never felt before around his shaft. Suddenly, though the softest flesh he ever felt pressed to the sides of his head, Brian heard Salem start screaming as she stopped her movements and pressed her pussy hard into his face. He found it hard to breath through his nose, but he was able to do it as his mouth was flooded with the juices of his work. Her body convulsed around his head and her thighs tightened into a vice-like grip; but he could still hear her screaming out her pleasure. Keeping that pleasure going was all he wanted to do as he kept pushing his tongue into and out of her spasming pussy. Then Kitty slammed her self down again on him and he could hear her wails of pleasure again through the tight thighs of flesh plugging his ears. Her pussy tried to milk his cock as its walls constricted and released him again and again in her orgasm. Finally, he could take no more of the pleasure, and he thrust both his tongue and cock up into both women and released his pleasure into only one. Kitty purred as he came into her massaging pussy, the vibrations keeping him hard and teasing more seed from him than he thought was possible before. Salem was coming down from her orgasm when his tongue shot back into her again and he felt her pussy tighten around it as a smaller orgasm gripped her. When he felt he had no more to give, Brian let his body relax under the two women that were still straddling him. Finally, Salem climbed off his face, leaving it soaked from all her juices. He could feel them running down his cheeks, trickling into the grooves of his ear and her musk was the scent that filled his nasal cavity. Kitty remained on top of him, her pussy still holding him inside, the vibrating purrs running nonstop around him. She lowered herself onto Brian's chest, and started licking Salem's mess off of his face, starting at his neck and ear, then moving up his cheek and under his jaw line. She followed his jaw to the other side of his face and cleaned that side with her rough tongue as well, slowly making her way up to his lips. Brian felt her tongue scrape along his lips and between them but kept his mouth closed as she cleaned him. Looking into her eyes, he saw they were half closed with pleasure as her body just barely rocked back and forth on his dick. Brian finally moved his arms for the first time since he had been pushed onto his back by the cat woman's pounce. He let his fingers run through the fur of her hips and along her lower back, then caressed up the fur and to her shoulders. Kitty's purrs became deeper and more pronounced as he reached the back of her neck. She nipped at his lips; and when he opened his mouth to say ouch, her tongue darted into his. "I think I'll leave you two alone for now," Salem said, standing over the two. Brian had somehow forgotten about her while staring into Kitty's eyes and he looked up at the now dressed woman where she stood a short distance away. "I see that Kitty and you are both in capable hands and I know you will both be happy together." With that said, Salem turned around, opened the tree trunk behind her and stepped through it, the trunk closing again. Brian returned his attention to Kitty started to pet down the back of her head, over her neck and all the way to her lower back. As with any cat, her rear raised up when he reached the base of her tail and lowered back down, engulfing his erection to the base. Brian felt her purrs vibrating all around his erection, bring him quickly to a need to orgasm, but he didn't want to cum just yet. He kissed her on her muzzle, feeling her breath coming out of her nose and onto his cheek as he let his mouth press against hers. She relaxed into his kiss and Brian took the opportunity to take some control back from the situation. He reached with his hand to the base of her tail and began to scratch around it on her lower back. Kitty raised it up high, into his fingers, lifting completely off his erection to keep in touch with his scratching nails. Brian used that opportunity of freedom and gave Kitty a quick shove off of him. A loud "rowr" escaped her lips as she went into the air a short distance and then something akin to a growl came from her when she noticed that Brian had rolled out from under her while she was in the air. "I thought you liked being with me," she mewled at him, watching Brian get up on his knees. He kept his eyes on her, making sure he would not be pounced on again. "I do like being with you, Kitty," he said, catching his breath from the maneuver he had just done to escape her. "But I just want to make love to you in a more natural way." At his words to make love to her, Kitty's eyes closed half way, making it look like she was smiling at him. The look was sultry, but Brian didn't let himself be caught off guard when she leapt for him again. As she moved to where he was, he dodged her attack and grabbed her by her fur on the side, just barely able to hold on to her short pelt. "What are you doing?" she asked as he used his grip on her side and pulled her backward toward him. His other hand grabbed her other side and continued to pull her closer to him. He saw the claws in her front and rear paws bring themselves to bear and dig into the ground, her front arms stretching forward as he drug her closer. "Like I told you," he said, her rear end coming closer to his body, "I want to make love to you naturally." Then he felt the tip of his erection touching the fur of her body again. He let his right hand release the front of her haunch and began to scratch the base of her tail again. Her hips rose up again, and her tail went straight up in front of him. "And with you being what you are, this is as natural as I can think of." Brian pressed the head of his dick against the opening of her pussy and felt her lower lips actually grip it and try to pull him inside her. He heard her let out a mixture of a womanly groan of pleasure and a caterwaul from a cat in heat. He slowly pushed in, not letting the gripping and suction of this strange creatures sex organs pull him into a mindless rut. Brian wanted to please this cat woman that was in front of him. Succubus Ranch Ch. 03 He slid in all the way with his eyes closed, focusing on different thoughts than the tight, milking pussy that was wrapped around his cock. When he hit bottom, he felt her soft tail slide around his waist. He was surprised by the strength of it, as he tried to start pulling out and begin a normal rhythm and it held him in place. "Mmmm...Not yet, my love," she purred, again vibrating the inside of her body around his. "I like you right where you are. If I only knew you knew the ways of an animal, I would have let you take me this way in the first place. I like your playful nature." Brian let her hold him there and ran his hands over her fur, stroking it and scratching in certain areas when he felt her purrs grow deeper as his hands passed over them. Her front paws walked her upper body into a ninety degree of his and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyelids were almost completely closed and the look it made on her face was one of exultation. "I take it you approve of this then," Brian said, pushing him against her back wall a little, noting that he wasn't buried all the way to the base inside her at the moment. He then leaned forward and felt her tail start to release his lower back as his stomach and lower chest came into contact with the fur of her back. He let go of her hips and placed his hands on the ground, right behind her arms. His entire front was pressed into her back and he smelled the perfumed scent of her fur. "I've never smelled a cat as nice as you smell." "I love your scent, too, my pet. I plan on being with you for a very long time." "I would like that," he spoke into her back, his mouth kissing her upper back bone. Then he thought about the many shows he had seen on wildlife and had an idea and acted on it. When his kisses reached as high up her back as he could get his mouth, he opened wide and gripped her furry skin between his teeth and pulled on it. She began to let out wails of slight pain, then caterwauled in pleasure again as he started pistoning his dick in and out of her. Her body arched into his, her hips pushing against his forward thrusts. He continued to hit the back wall of her sex. The suction of her pussy became stronger on his erection with each time that he pushed into her and made it harder for him to pull out for the next drive. Then it happened. He drove forward with a strong force and she shoved back harder than normal. The head of his cock hit the wall, and Brian let out a wail of slight pain as it passed through her cervix and entered into uterus. Kitty wailed as if she had been stabbed and began to shove and pull with frenzy. Brian thought he had hurt her and released her neck from the grip of his teeth and rose above her so he could get better leverage to pull himself out. As soon as her tail was no longer pressed between their bodies, it wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him against her. Then he noticed the suction was much different now that he was as deep as he was. There was a consistent movement of her sex's walls around his dick pulling on him, trying to draw his cum out of him. Her cervix had closed around behind the head of his cock, locking it inside her uterus; and inside it, the suction was at an extreme with her purring vibrations. Brian felt his world grow hazy with a mindless need to just rut with Kitty and give her everything that he had. His mind shut down with the pleasure of it all and he gave into his basic instincts and begun to just shove harder into her. The tail loosened around his waist and lowered its end between his legs. The tip pressed against his perineum, pressing it against his prostate. The soft fur tickled the back of his balls as part of the tail flicked across them, driving him into frenzy equal to Kitty's. When he could not hold it any longer, Brian's scrotum released his sperm from their prison and shot them through his shaft deep into Kitty. The milking walls pulled it toward the head of his cock, where it could go no further, being pinched and held deep inside her the way it was. Brian let out a scream of mixed pain at being held back from his release as the pleasure built higher and higher before her cervix released his head and the suction deep inside her body pulled him and his seed as deep into her as he could go. Brian pushed as hard as he could, as if her were trying to push his entire body into her sucking pussy. He remained with his back arched as his seed was pulled from him, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him. Kitty screamed out her pleasure as well, sounding like a woman that had just orgasm harder than anyone ever had before and a cat that was beyond heat and demanding that the pleasure never end. Brian saw stars as the pleasure continued, looking at the night sky above him in the deep wood that he was in. Then his world went as black as the sky that was above him, falling forward onto Kitty, her soft fur collapsing underneath him, becoming the best mattress he ever had. Brian woke up with Kitty still in his arms, lying behind her, his body curved as hers was. He felt his flaccid cock still inside her, but didn't have sex on his mind as he held her. He thought of how much love he felt for this creature and how much he hated that he had brought her home to Succubus Ranch. He now wished he would have just passed the place up and taken her home instead of bringing her to her home. Pulling out of her, he sat up and looked around the glade that was around him to find his clothes. Kitty stirred as he removed himself from her and let out a groan of loss, but she didn't try to stop him. Brian leaned down and kissed her just under the cat ears, the whiskers over her eyes tickling his face as he did. "I'm sorry, Kitty, but I have to leave. I'm on a schedule to reach my destination if I want to get this job I'm going to." "I understand, my human," she said. She reached up with her front paw and pulled him into a more passionate kiss, her rough tongue licking the top of his as she kissed him. She then pointed at a tree trunk across the glade. "That is the way out, lover. I just want to rest a little bit before I get moving." Brian fought the urge to just remain there with her, and went to gather his clothes. The whole time he was dressing, he looked at Kitty and watched her sleep, her side slowly rising and falling with her deep breaths. When he was fully dressed, crawled back over to her and leaned in again. His hand stroked her side several times and he kissed her again on top of her head, just between her ears. "I love you, Kitty," he whispered, thinking she was asleep and wouldn't hear. "I love you too, Brian," she mumbled in her sleep. "Drive safe to your new home." Brian smiled as he rose off the ground and walked over to the tree trunk and found the seam there. Pulling on it, he looked at Kitty one more time before stepping through it and onto the landing at the top of the stairs. Just on the other side, Salem met him with a grin on her face. "From last night's sounds, I would guess that you two had a lot of fun," she said with a wink. "Please take care of her," he blushed. "I hate leaving her, but I have to hurry to get to my destination." "I'm sure her owner will take good care of her," Salem said, looking Brian in the eyes. "But, you do know that no one owns a cat, right? They always chose who they will own and be with. She's the bane of Jason and Maradith's existence lately. She never stays here, always going out and finding someone to play with, trying to find someone that's worthy for her to claim as her own." "Who's Maradith?" Brian asked. "I'm Maradith," came erotic, exotic, seductive and lust-filled voice of the woman he met when he first came into the house. "Jason and I own this brothel and all of the ladies here prefer to stay put. Kitty is the rarity. When she became what she is, she took on the personality of a cat and did not wish to remain with us forever. So, we allow her to roam free and bring her playmates home, so she may find the man that she will make her own." Brian felt his cock growing harder with each word that Maradith was saying and he kept his eyes averted from looking into hers again. Her cape still showed the womanly form underneath it, but he found something else to distract him from her. Brian kept looking at the front door at the bottom of the stairs, reminding himself he had places to go and a home to set up when he got there. "I'm sorry that she is a nuisance to you, Maradith," he said quickly, never looking at her or Salem; "but if you will excuse me, I need to leave so I can get to my destination on time." Brian took the brief moment of silence as permission to leave and took one last look toward the goddess, but she was no longer there. Looking back at the door, Jason stood by it, looking back up at him. When Brian reached the door, Jason held it open for him and held out an envelope for him. The back of it was sealed with wax with the insignia M&JM on it. Looking up from the funny impression of the wax, he questioned Jason with his eyes. "Maradith and Jason Maurice. What's inside is a list of items you will be needing in the future. I suggest when you reach your destination, you read it, and no sooner," he smiled at Brian. "Have a good day, sir, and I hope you will enjoy what comes your way more often." Brian seemed quizzical of what Jason said and was about to ask him some questions when he noticed he was already outside on the porch and the door was closed. He didn't even remember moving. ---- Brian pulled up to the address he was given by the company several weeks ago and looked at the outside of the building his apartment was in. Getting out, he walked over to the door and inserted the key and felt something rub against his leg. Looking down, a black cat stood there, pressing its body against his shit, its head looking at the door as if waiting for it to open. Brian squatted down and put his hands around the cat's body, lifting it into his arms. The loud purring was music to his ears, but what really got him was the collar around her neck. It read: Name: Kitty Home: 1234 Bridge Lane, Apt. 1A Owner: Brian Yip Brian quickly opened the door and walked inside to find a letter on the floor from the complex office. Setting Kitty down, Brian opened it and read the notice that they received his pet deposit just this morning and were thankful that he had paid it before arriving. Quickly pulling out the envelope Jason gave him, Brian read it aloud as he sat on the floor and stroked Kitty with his other hand. "Congratulations, Brian. You are now the proud pet of your very own cat-woman succubus. Being somewhat of a cat nature, you will need to have some toys around the house to entertain her with. Being a succubus, she will not need either a litter box or feed. You will be her food source over the rest of your life. Treat her right, and you will live out a long normal life. Treat her unfairly, and she will drain you in one night and return home. Be warned. She is possessive, and will not be pleased if you take on another lover. You are now her pet and not the other way around. Cat's own people, not the other way around, and Kitty is living proof. I'm sure the two of you will get along greatly, so we have paid for your pet deposit. M&JM p.s. We paid extra so the manager would put some catnip in the cupboard above the sink." Kitty knocked over Brian as she ran toward the kitchen, leaving him laughing and crying at the same time on the floor. Succubus Ranch Ch. 04 Elyse Alcott was looking for fun, something she had been missing over the past couple of years of her life. Over two years ago, her husband had passed away in a car crash and her life in Montana had become nothing more than work and home for the two years since. The money from the life insurance and other motorist insurance had paid the bills easily enough, and what was left over had helped her keep the house; but without children to occupy her time, she didn't have any company besides her friends. Even those seemed to disappear after Mark passed away, though. They were all friends of his and had seemed cold to her since she married him fifteen years earlier. Some had even tried to say it was her fault that he was unable to stop before hitting the oncoming drunk tractor-trailer drivers rig, coming in the wrong direction. Elyse had spent two years in the small town she and her husband called home, living her life to nothing, and having nothing to show for it. That was the only excuse she could come up with taking on this wild adventure that she was doing. There could be no other reason that she was where she was at this moment. It all began when she decided her thirty-ninth birthday would be her turn to enjoy her life and made plans to visit Las Vegas. She figured that if she couldn't have fun in the so-called Sin City, then she was destined to end up an old spinster in a tiny town in Nowhereville, Montana. Upon arriving to the city, she did all she could with the money she had brought with her. Her first night, she had lost over $500 at the tables before giving up and returning to her room. The next day, she watched a couple of stage shows and enjoyed the entertainment, occasionally throwing a coin in a slot machine here and there. By the time she was returning to her room the second night of her seven-day vacation, Elyse was noticing more and more couples around the tables and bars. Going up to her room, alone, she felt like the world was crashing in around her, closing her off to that one sense of feeling of love that she had been missing since Mark passed away. That night, as she lie in her bed, her tears of solitude drying on the pillow that she clung to, Elyse dreamed that Mark came to her hotel room. He looked just as he did the first time she met him. In her dream, his short brown hair, lightened from hours of working out in the sun on his fathers ranch, wafted in the breeze of the hotel room door as he closed it. His smell came struck her senses as the breeze from the moving air brought back her urges of wanting to hold him again. She got up from the edge of the bed and ran into his arms, the mixture of his cologne, fresh air he worked in, and his sweat surrounded her as his arms engulfed her in a tight embrace. Elyse began to cry again, as her head rested in the nape of his neck, where her lips kissed him several times. "Why? Why did you leave me?" she cried into his neck. "I need you Mark. I can't live without you anymore." His hands caressed her back, and then stroked her long auburn tresses, straightening her curls before they would bounce back into place. "Shh. Hush now, honey," he told her in his deep voice. "I'm here now to show you how you can live without me. Just let me hold you for awhile, first." Elyse pressed herself into him and pulled herself tighter against him. His arms tightened around her and welcomed her trembling form and let her wracking sobs of despair rush through her. When she was finally able to control her tears, Elyse loosened her grip on Mark and felt his grip take release its bear hug on her. Leaning back, she looked into his eyes and saw that he had been crying as well. "Oh, baby, don't cry," she raised her hands to his cheeks and started to wipe the tears off of them. "You know it'll just make me cry again." "It's okay, Lyse," Mark leaned into one of her hands, kissing its palm while using his pet name for her. "I'm just glad to get to see you again before I have to return." "No. NO!" she gripped his head between both of her hands. "You're not leaving me again! You're here with me now; and you're not going away again!" Taking her hands in his, he pulled them away from his face, kissing each one before sliding them down onto his chest. "Lyse, feel and know that I can't stay," he said, putting them both over his heart. Elyse could feel his hard chest muscle underneath the thin black t-shirt he was wearing. She thought it was nice at first feeling him like this, and then she noticed that was all she felt. There was only his hard chest, but nothing else. Mark didn't have a heart beat underneath his flesh. Elyse pulled her hands away and placed them over her mouth, shaking her head and whispering "no" into them. Mark quickly took her into his arms again, and held her as the realization grabbed her heart and crushed it under the truth of his passing. When she was able to get her breath again, she asked him, "Why are you here?" "Like I said, I'm here to show you how you can live without me. You need to find someone else in your life that will give you the love that I once did, someone that can please you as I did, maybe even better." "No one can make me as happy as you did, Mark. You were always my love and always will be." Mark pulled her away from him, looked into her brown eyes, and spoke as if he were reading her mind. "I'm not talking about finding someone to marry, silly. What you need is someone that will make you feel as good as I used to. Here," he spun her around so she was facing the bed and away from him," look at yourself in the bed." Elyse looked at the bed and was surprised to see herself lying there, a pillow held tight in her arms, a bulge under the covers where she knew there was another pillow between her legs. She watched her sides rise and fall in a slow rhythm as she was taking deep breaths in her sleep. As she stood there, Mark's hands rested on her shoulders and began to slide down her arms. Elyse noticed suddenly that she was standing naked in the room and could feel Mark's nude form behind her, as well. His hot breath was blowing across the bare skin of her neck and shoulder. His rough but gentle hands slid under her arms, along her upper ribs and came to cup her breasts in them. His fingers began to gently rub her nipples, causing her to take deep breaths. Elyse under the covers started to stir in her sleep, her legs tightening around the pillow that was between them. Elyse standing in Mark's arms raised her arms and placed them around the back of his neck, leaning into his embrace. He kissed up her neck to her ear, causing goose bumps to rise all over her skin. As he nibble don her ear, a moan escaped her; and his hot breath blowing into it was pushing her deeper into the desire to have him again. Mark's left hand released her left breast and began to stroke its way down her slim stomach toward her now moistening pussy. Elyse returned the favor by bringing her left arm down, inside his arms and reached for Mark's cock, finding it as hard as she always enjoyed it being. When his hand reached her light brown patch of hair below, it ticked her nerves down there before his fingers found the exposed nub waiting for his attention. Elyse, both the one standing and the one lying down, moaned and ground into whatever was between their legs. Mark's breath began to pick up pace as she started stroking his hard cock in her hand. He continued to bring her closer to an orgasm with just strokes on the outside of her labia and along her clit, along with his suckling kisses and nibbles on her earlobe. "Now do you understand what you are missing, Lyse?" his voice, deep and raspy with the pleasure she was giving him. "I will leave you a sign of where you can go to get the pleasures you've missed all these years, even pleasures I wasn't able to give you before." One of his fingers just barely passed her lips before pulling back out again. Elyse under the covers groaned with frustration as the standing Elyse let go of Mark's head and grabbed his hand at her crotch. "Please, honey, please," she begged. "Don't tease me. I need this. I need you." The rough tip of his thumb rubbed against her clit, and then pressed into and wiggled it around, while another finger swiped between her lips again. "Promise me you will go to this place, Lyse. Promise me you will go there and let your desires be fulfilled. I promise you that you won't regret it, my love." Elyse ground against the hand that was teasing her like it never had before. The other hand continued to play with the breast it had captured, pinching and pulling at the nipple. Shocks of pain and pleasure were gripping Elyse and pushing her to the edge of orgasm. She could envision it being a cliff with just her heels resting on the ledge. Every second, Mark's mouth and hands pushed her just one centimeter further but they also kept her from falling over it. Elyse under the covers was now on her back, her right hand on her breast; handling it roughly as her other hand was down at her crotch, driving several fingers into the grinding hips. The sight of herself doing that was erotic and brought standing Elyse closer to orgasm, as well. She rocked harder on Mark's hand between her legs as she finally gave into him. "Yes. I promise, honey. I promise to go where you tell me to, just please...stop teasing me like this." The ringing of the phone screamed in her ear and Elyse sat bolt upright in the bed. Angry at the interruption, she snatched the handle off the cradle that was holding it and barked into it. "What!" "I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am, but we have a package at the front desk that was just delivered for you," came the apologetic voice on the other end. "It's marked urgent and we were told it must be delivered immediately. Would you like one of our bellhops to bring it up to you?" Elyse took a couple of calming breaths to let her frustration subside. Looking at the clock, she noticed it was just after three in the morning, then gave the man on the other end of the phone an affirmative. "I'm sending...um, are you new here?" "I'm sorry," queried Elyse. "Not you, ma'am. Just a new employee I don't recognize. I'm sending up Mack, ma'am. He should be there in just a few minutes. We do apologize for the interruption of your sleep." "It's okay," she lied. "Goodnight." Hanging up the phone, Elyse threw back the covers and was surprised at the sight and smell that hit her. For just a brief second, she smelled Mark waft through the air, then she was hit with her own musky odor. Looking down, she noticed that her panties were soaked with her juices from being so close to orgasm but not the release she so badly needed. Thinking about the dream that had put her in that state, Elyse let out a moan of need again, letting her hands return to her breast and crotch. The sudden rapping on the door surprised her and she looked at the clock. It has only been two minutes since she hung up the phone and the bellhop was already at her door. Quickly getting up and putting on the complimentary robe, Elyse walked quickly to the door and peered through the peephole. Sure enough, a man in a monkey suit was standing there, holding a large envelope in his hands. The name tag on his broad chest said he was the Mack that they were sending up. Elyse opened the door slightly and reached her hand through the small opening for the package. Mack placed the package in her open palm, his fingers just touching her skin. The hardly noticeable contact sent a shock through her body and caused her desire to flare up again. She didn't know why she was doing it, but Elyse opened the door wide. Mack stood there on the threshold, looking directly into her eyes. She had the feeling that if not for the bellhop uniform, he would look either more at home as a pimp or street thug. But there was something inside his look that made her think about a dog that had been fixed. "Hold on and let me get you a tip." She turned her back to him and walked into the room, hoping to get the man into her room. Her need for a man was causing her to think irrationally; but she wanted and that was all that seemed to matter. "That won't be necessary, ma'am," Mack spoke, his voice somewhat reserved, as if he was trained to be respectful to all women. Something must have happened to this man in his past, she thought. "I'm well compensated for this delivery." Never taking his eyes off her, not even to look at what skin she was purposefully showing through her partially opened robe, Mack turned and started to walk away. Walking quickly to the door in hopes of getting him to turn around, Elyse peered down the hallway he had walked. To her amazement, Mack was not in sight. "What is wrong with me," she spoke to herself, thinking about how she was going to try and seduce a complete stranger. She closed and locked the door, went back into her room and sat on the foot of the bed, looking at the large envelope in her hands. Ripping the top of it open, she poured the contents onto the bed next to her. A key ring, with one key and small electronic device on it, hit the bedspread first, followed with a smaller envelope and something that looked like a legal document. Picking up the keys first, Elyse saw that it was a car key and the alarm/auto lock device for one. Her curiosity peaked, she picked up the paper first and saw that it was a rental agreement for a new Ford Mustang convertible. Elyse looked at the signature and nearly let out a yelp of shock. It was Mark's signature, and the date it was signed was that very day, just two hours ago, when she was dreaming of him. Tears started to flow again as she stared at his signature, not understanding how he could have signed for something so long after his death. Looking through her blurred vision, she reached for the smaller envelope and opened it, trying not to get her tears on it. Pulling out the folded piece of paper, she found it to be directions, but didn't give a name to the final destination. Elyse decided this was too much of a mystery to sleep on. She made up her mind that she was going to drive to this destination; and find out what it is that Mark wanted her to discover. As she neared her destination on the map, Elyse kept getting a strange feeling that something just wasn't right. With each click of the odometer, she felt something like a weight on her shoulders, as if it was trying to keep her from getting any closer to her destination. About ten miles from her destination she saw a man on the side of the road holding up a sign like a hitchhiker would have. She wasn't going to stop and drove by, but she took a good look at the man and read his sign, curious who would be trying to get a ride at three in the morning and where they would be trying to get to. His image flashed by, but it seemed to burn into her retinas. He was wearing old sandals on his feet, almost torn. His blue jeans were frayed around the cuffs with hole around the knees and along the legs. His shirt was un-tucked and flapping in the warm desert breeze. The pullover shirt was a dirty grey long-sleeved pullover t-shirt. The man's face had not been shaved in about three or four days. His nose was straight and his hair seemed far too long and dirty for the blonde color it probably should have been. His eyes, however, seemed to be full of knowledge and seemed to pierce into her soul as she was just beginning to pass by him. His dirty hands held a sign that said: TURN BACK! Thinking that it was a strange sign, Elyse continued her sixty miles per hour cruise to the place on her map. As she looked at the map, she began to feel that tingling sensation between her legs again that she was feeling inside the hotel room after waking up from her dream. The something strange caught her eye. Up ahead, about two miles from the last hitchhiker was another one, holding up another sign. As she neared this one, she began to worry that she might be going mad. He looked nearly the same as the last one. He had the same old sandals, but with less wear and tear on them. His jeans were dirty, but there were no holes in them that she could tell. His shirt was still un-tucked, but the gray was a bit brighter than last time. The edges of the collar and sleeves were not frayed like the last hitchhikers. This time the face was shaven clean, but it still looked dirty along with his hair. But the eyes were the very same eyes as before. They still pierced into her soul, making that tingling sensation between her thighs disappear as she looked into them. The sign, held by still dirty hands said: "IT IS NOT TO LATE!" As soon as she passed the man, Elyse felt the lust strike her in the chest. Her nipples were instantly hard with need for touching and her lips felt a fierce desire for passionate kisses. The jeans she was wearing felt soft on her thighs and seemed to caress them every time she moved her legs together to try and suppress the growing desire in her crotch. That feeling began to fade as she neared another hitchhiker on the road about two miles after the last. This one, as she grew closer and passed him had more cleanliness to him than the last two did. His sandals were clean and seemed to be golden. The man's jeans were no longer dirty or frayed and full of holes. His shirt was now whiter than it was earlier, almost as if it had been just washed. His face was very clean and smooth to look at and his hair looked like it shined with its own light. His eyes were full of their own piercing light when she caught a glimpse of them, driving away all the lust that she was feeling before, including the slight tickle that was still crawling along her skin. This time his sign, now on what looked like a large slate board and written with heavy gold chalk, said: "DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER!" Less than a second after she passed the man, the heat returned to Elyse's loins. She could have sworn that her pussy's lips had swelled and were kissing the silk panties that she was wearing. Her legs began to scissor open and closed, keeping the silk rubbing along her lips and clit. One hand left the steering wheel to rub her body, first starting at her breast, reaching between her blouse's buttons and into her bra to cup her breast, playing with her nipple and squeezing it. When she pulled her hand out to reach for her groin, a flash of light appeared just a short distance ahead of her. Only two miles from her destination, and the hitchhiker was there again after that flash. He seemed to be full of light, from his golden sandals, bright but tanned skin, to his beautiful face and piercing eyes. As soon as she looked into them, the feeling of such pleasure disappeared, leaving Elyse's mind clear of its insisting need for lust. Her body hungered for that feeling still, as she pulled her eyes away from his for the split second to read his sign before she passed him by: LAST WARNING! TURN BACK NOW! Elyse foot left the gas pedal, ready to stop for fear of what she was being warned about; but as soon as she passed the man and she could no longer see him, the lust returned with a vengeance. She was instantly on the verge of going over the crest into orgasm. Her hand grabbed her crotch and rubbed it vigorously, as she ground her hips into it. A large sign up ahead told her that a place called The Succubus Ranch was her destination. She didn't care about the connotation of the lithe devil-woman figure the neon lights meant. All she knew was that she had to cum; and she had to cum now. Reaching the driveway, she pulled into the parking lot, drove straight to the building and parked right up front. Not caring who would see her, she ground her hips faster and harder against her pressing hand, both legs pressing together, keeping it trapped between her thighs. Her feet were both pressed hard on the brake pedal as her other hand shoved its way into her shirt and played with her breast. Succubus Ranch Ch. 04 Elyse nearly screamed when the orgasm reached its crest. She held back the scream of pleasure and bit her tongue as she sat there, her hips moving on their own, to ride the orgasm to its finish. Her hand stiff and sore from the pressure of her thighs and grinding hips. Her other hand just grabbed tight on the breast she was playing with, occasionally moving, rubbing the nipple with each gasping breath she took. Finally, Elyse felt she was able to breath normally again, and just sat in the car to enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm. When she felt it fading, she felt the need again growing deep inside her. She knew that her next orgasm will be just as good, unless she could find a man to fill her and make it even better. At the thought of a man filling her, the lust jumped up a notch and Elyse grabbed the door handle. She was not going to have an orgasm without a man's help this time, even if she had to go into this brothel and rape one of its customers. As soon as she was out of the car, walking up the stairs to the southern plantation style house, Elyse felt her need slowly leave her. By the time she reached the door, she didn't feel the need she felt when she was in the car as strongly as she had before. She was still horny and wanted to feel the pleasure that had already caused the wetness between her legs again; but she didn't feel it as strongly as she had just seconds earlier. The door opened just before she could decide if she was supposed to open it and enter or knock. Holding the door open for her was a man with sharp features. His black boots, black jeans and black shirt seemed to hug ever part of his body, but were not too tight in the areas that would show off just how well he was built in private areas. He had not hair on top of his head, as if he either shaved it just moments earlier or he couldn't grow any up there. His facial features were hard cut, and very handsome, from the cute chin, beautiful lips, and perfect nose, to strong jaw. All of these led her eyes to look into his eyes. As soon as they made eye contact, Elyse felt herself grow weak in the knees with her need to be filled by him. His dark piercing eyes drew her to him and she didn't even register that she was walking forward until her lips were pressed against his in a devouring kiss. Then she heard the door close and broke from their embrace, feeling his arms release her, though she could not remember him putting them around her. "That's the best thank you I've received today for opening the door," he said to her, letting her step back away from him. "My name is Jason. Welcome to Succubus Ranch, where your every desire can and will be met." Elyse blushed as she pulled away, hearing his words, but looking down at the floor, her hands crossing in front of her. She worried about looking back into his eyes and being caught up in the desire to kiss him again. "Thank you," she said to the floor, before finally deciding it would be rude to look at the floor all night. She raised her head and forced herself to look anywhere but into his face. Every time she saw it in her peripheral vision, she wanted to kiss Jason again. In the back of her mind she knew it was wrong, but it felt so right, though. "Um...I was given a note from someone to come here. I don't know why, though. This is a brothel, right? Where men come to pay for a woman?" "You're right about it being a brothel, Elyse," Jason said, a grin crossing his features that beamed with pride and something else. "But we don't just cater to men here. Women are welcome to come and have their desires met, too." Elyse felt slightly uncomfortable and a touch of fear, at the sound of her name from this stranger. "How did you know my name?" Jason reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Opening it up, he handed it to Elyse, along with a picture of her. Written on the paper in her husband's handwriting were these words: "This is my wife. If anything should happen to me, I shall hope that she will come to your establishment and find happiness, as you have shown me on my visits here in the past." Elyse read it and was shocked at the thought that her husband had been to a brothel before. "Mark came here?" she asked. "I thought I made him happy in our bed. Why would he come here?" This time she looked directly into Jason's eyes, upset that she had been unable to please her husband in the bed. Jason reached for her and pulled her into an embrace, holding her as her tears started flowing. "Shh," he said to her, trying to comfort Elyse. "It's not you that he was unsatisfied with, Elyse. He just had a fetish that you were not able to provide for him. He was worried you wouldn't accept him anymore if you knew about it. Here, we take pride in meeting everyone's desires." He pushed her out to arms length and lifted her chin so she would look him in the eye. "He wanted to share that pleasure with you and asked us to help do so, if anything ever happened to him. We've made the arrangements to do so, after we heard he passed away, since he was a good customer." "A very good customer and patron, as we hope you will become," said the most seductive, erotic feminine voice that Elyse had ever heard before. Looking to her left, she saw what could only be described as a goddess before her. "My name is Maradith, Jason's partner in this business. I saw you coming in and have arranged for you to enjoy what's to be your delights." Elyse felt herself melting into a stronger lust than she had felt earlier in her car, just looking at this woman standing in front of her. The face was hard and cold but also soft and warm at the same time. Her eyes were dark and deep pools that Elyse could drown in, and the more she looked at them, the more she wanted to drown in them. "Please go with James and he will show you pleasures you never knew existed," the goddess said. Elyse wasn't sure if she heard the voice in her ears or in her mind, but it didn't matter. A strong hand took hers in it and began to pull her away. Elyse finally pulled her gaze from Maradith's and looked at the hand pulling her. It was tanned and just as strong looking as it felt, but was gentle in its grip of her hand. She followed the hand up the arm it was attached to and noticed it was just as tanned, with muscles moving under the surface. This man must work out regularly, but he didn't look like the type that spent hours upon hours doing nothing but lifting weights. His arms came to an uncovered shoulder, since he wore no shirt. She watched his back as he reached the stairs he was pulling her toward, a strong back that was beautiful to her eyes. Just looking at it, she wanted to scratch it with her arms wrapped around from his front. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she felt shame at wanting to be that close to such a stranger; and this stranger stopped while stepping onto the first step, too. He, James, turned around and looked Elyse directly in the eyes. She was astonished to see that his eyes were green and almond shaped, his eyelids not fully opened and a smile on his lips let her know he was thinking about giving her great pleasures. "If you wish, you can scratch my back," he said, responding to her thoughts. As he stood there, Elyse felt herself still walking toward him. She felt drawn to those beautiful green eyes; and she could not help herself from wanting to get as close to them as possible. When she was right next to him, his hand that had been holding hers wrapped around her waist, pulling her up against him. His other hand came up and caressed her jaw gently and cupped it head into it. She leaned into the touch, her lips opening a bit as she sighed at the pleasure of his caress. His fingers tickled the back of her neck, playing with the soft small hairs at the base of her hairline, as his hand pulled her lips to his. She felt a spark as her lips touched his, and she moaned at the pleasure that rushed through her body, closing her eyes. Her arms came up to wrap around his body and pull him into her as she parted her lips and allowed his tongue to reach into her. Unlike some men, his tongue didn't try to deep throat itself into her. It gently played with the tip of her tongue, coaxing it into a tryst of touches and caresses of their own, as his hand around her waist was caressing her lower back and upper buttocks. Elyse melted into his embrace and nearly lost her balance with the power of his kiss and the heat he was pushing her toward. She reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and spoke to the man. "If you keep this up, we will be having sex right here," she said, still staring into his eyes. "There is no better place than right here," he told her. Elyse felt a desire to do so right there on the steps, but the sound of birds caught her ears. She looked around her surroundings and saw that she was in a small copse of trees that were dropping leaves on the ground. It looked to be autumn and she could feel a slight chill in the air. On the ground at their feet was a blanket spread out, inviting her to lie down on it. She looked back into James eyes, and felt his arms tighten around her body, her arms doing the same around his arms and shoulders. He lowered her to the blanket gently, lying atop her, one leg between hers, the upper thigh pressing against her sex. "I don't understand," she said, her breath coming out sultrier than she intended. This man above her was seducing her, and she wanted him to, even though she didn't know who he was besides his name. "How..." "Do not worry, Elyse," he spoke smoothly to her. "It is our job to pleasure our guests and show them the pleasures they desire. This place suits that desire now and there is nothing you need to think about but here and now, with me." His hand stroked her wavy auburn hair while his green eyes captured her brown ones. His other hand slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, exposing her pale skin; the only touch of color besides her clothes was that of a rose tattooed above her left breast. When he reached the last button, he worked on the button and zipper of the jeans she was wearing. His hands were gentle as one caressed her inner thigh while the other worked the zipper. To hold her pants still, James used his teeth to grip the space above the button. Elyse could feel the heat of his breath blowing across her stomach, and moving down the opening of her pants. She placed her hands atop his head, holding him close to her, hoping that she could keep him down there after he had removed her pants. When her zipper reached its limit, she felt his gentle lips begin kissing her stomach while both of his hands massaged her thighs, a thumb occasionally pressing against the jeans that were still covering her labia. She mewled with delight when his tongue slid between her waist and the band of the silk panties that she was wearing. Elyse knew that he must be able to smell her need for him, being that close to her crotch. Finally, his hands began their move down her legs, but his fingers gripped the jeans as they were moving down. She felt the material sliding across her legs, rubbing them suggestively, as his mouth began kissing the below her waist. She felt his lips on her flesh and she knew that her panties were coming off with her jeans. When the top of her jeans reached her knees, his chin had reached her clit and just barely caressed it as his kisses continued on her exposed, shaved skin above her groin. Her body lit up with pleasure as his kisses moved further down, losing all thought about her jeans. His chin now rested between he pussy's lips and pressed a little into them as his kissing lips were just a breath away from kissing her clit. Then it happened. Her world exploded into light as his lips closed around her nub, sucking it into his warm mouth, his tongue caressing it with both the smooth underside and slightly rough top. Elyse's breath started coming is gasps as she closed her thighs tightly around James' head. Her hands found his head and shoved it against her pussy as she ground it up against him. She brought her legs up and noticed that they were free of the constraints of the jeans; but that thought left her when she used them to put a leg lock on James' head and rode the waves into the orgasm that had been building since she had stepped into the building. Her mind had just a second of clarity at that thought. She had entered a building, and never left it, but now she's lying in an open glade, with a gorgeous specimen of a man, who is devouring her sex as if he needs it to live. Elyse was just about to question her situation and wonder if she was in danger, when that man's tongue invaded deep into her pussy, instantly finding her g-spot. Her mind spiraled into a touch of bliss as the orgasm rocked her into screams of more. As she was coming down from her orgasm, her legs began to release James' head, and she could still feel his tongue lapping up her juices. Finally taking her legs off of his back, Elyse feels his mouth leaving her wanton sex as he rises up on his knees. She pushes herself up on her hands and looks into his green eyes, falling deeply into them. Her surroundings no longer mattered, as long as this man didn't leave her alone in them. She trailed her eyes down his body, admiring his form; but when she reached his groin she was surprised to find that his clothes were completely gone. Her eyes rested on the part of this man that she wanted right now and was glad to see he was a completely perfect specimen of a man. His length was at least nine inches, if not more, and its girth was enough to truly fill her. She heard herself groan at the thought of him atop her body, using that tool to make her scream out in pleasure again. Elyse's head began to swim with lust and her elbows gave into the weakness that was rushing through her. Before she could fall all the way down, James' arm was around behind her shoulders, lowering her gently to the blanket again. When her body came to a rest, his lips met hers again while his hands worked on pulling her bra and shirt completely off. As soon as her skin was fully exposed, she felt his full weight press down on top of her, his soft chest hair tickling her nipples as his hands slid down her sides to her hips. James' mouth continued to kiss her lips, his tongue playing touch and go with hers, his saliva mixing in her mouth. Her body sang with need for him, hips grinding against his. Her moans of pleasure at the feel of his cock rubbing along her clit were captured by his mouth before he moved it to the side. He kissed down her cheek, his breathing slightly labored with each of his thrusts of his hips, grinding his dick along her sex, up over her clit and through the small patch of her pubic hair. Elyse felt the top of his member rubbing nearly to her bellybutton when she felt his balls touch her nether lips. He would surely fill her, and she needed that, right now. She put her hands on his hips and pushed him up as he was gliding back down, her hips moving away from him. She felt the head of his cock rub along her clit and then the touch of it was gone. She angled her hips and gripped his ass tight, her nails digging into his flesh. Her legs cam up and wrapped around his thighs and she pushed him down. The instant his cock head touched her pussy, she felt a great heat rush through her and she tried to force him deep inside her, but he resisted her aggressive hands and legs and remained still. Her hips were as far off the ground as she could bring them up, but it wasn't far enough to take him inside her. "I must ask you, Elyse," he moaned into her ear, kissing and nibbling on the lobe. "Are you so positive you wish to be taken and consumed by your lusts?" Her body was on fire with the need of James to be inside her. Her nipples were hard as stones with the heat that had built up inside her. She could feel her juices leaking out of her and running down between her ass cheeks. It was so hot that the air could not cool it, and the warmth of it told her that she was willing to give all just to be filled by this man that promised her pleasure than she was ever used to. But a spark of fear of this question passed through her mind. The flicker of danger told her that she was being asked this question because there were consequences for this coupling. But when his next breath blew across her ear, followed by a kiss and nibble at the earlobe, she did not care what those consequences for this pleasure could be. It was hers to be had and she was going to accept it. Less than two breaths from his question, Elyse had these thoughts and she released his ass and but her hands to his head, pulling him up so she could look into those piercing green eyes of his again. I do not want this nor wish it, James," she said in as sensual and throaty voice as she had ever used before. "I need and must have you fill me. There is nothing else in this world for me but the pleasure that you offer." She pulled his head to her mouth and as his lips moved closer to hers, his erection slowly penetrated her. As the head passed her lips, she began to go over the edge of her orgasm. Her mouth opened to speak of her pleasure. Whispering "yes, yes," over and over as he sank deeper and deeper into her, only to be silenced as his mouth covered hers. Her eyes closed as the wave crashed into her nervous system. Her body shuddered with the orgasm that was rushing through her body. She saw stars behind her eyelids and heard her own blood rushing past her ears. When he was buried as deep in to her as he could go, she noticed that he was still not fully inside her, and in her lust filled mind, that just would not do. Her arms slid around his head and tightened his head to her lips for this kiss of ultimate passion as her legs came up higher and crossed at the ankles just behind his ass. Then she gripped and shoved him all the way in, feeling his member hit her cervix wall and press hard against it. Unable to hold back any longer, she lifted her head from their kiss and screamed with pleasure of James being so deep inside her and began to shake as she went over another crest into a second, then third, then fourth orgasm. His hands held her hips against his, and he remained still atop her, his mouth kissing and licking at her throat. His dick, however, twitched against the constantly gripping muscles of her pussy. The tip jumped and rubbed along that cervix, each move giving her another orgasm. Elyse could not stop her wild muscles from gripping him tighter against her body as he continued to cause these orgasms to rush through her body. Her arms tightened around his shoulders and her legs locked him into a death grip. Her orgasms were now reaching into the double-digits and she was no longer able to count past one. She was unable to catch her breath and felt the world graying out. Finally losing the fight and growing weak from the strain of holding James, she fainted from the pleasure that so many orgasms caused. Elyse felt James weight still on top of her when she was coming to. She opened her eyes and stared into his, her hand reaching up and stroking his cheek. He leaned into her hand and moved his head down to kiss her on the lips. Elyse closed her eyes as their lips met and her body began to heat up again with the quickly building passion. She ground her hip against his, and was surprised to feel him still hard and buried inside her. As her hip met his, she felt his hips press back into hers then pull away. She felt his dick began to slide out of her, and her muscles tensed around his shaft, gripping it and trying to keep him from leaving her. A moan escaped his lips as he slid back into her again, her hips rising against his thrust to engulf his member in her heat. Succubus Ranch Ch. 04 After several slow passionate moves, bring her back into the passion, James surprised Elyse by pulling all the way out of her and rolled her over onto her front. When she tried to roll back over, he wouldn't let her. When she tried to get up, he grabbed her hips and pulled her up on her hands and knees. When she was there, he kept his hands on her hips and pulled her backward as he rose up on his knees behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw a lust filled feral look on his face and began to grow afraid at this dominating man that was holding her. When his dick slid into her pussy, she became more afraid of herself, with how quickly that she could succumb to his lust. She was instantly wet with arousal and her body responded to his pull. She willingly pushed against his thrust and took him all the way inside her. Turning her head back to the front, she closed her eyes and blocked out the world around her and focused on the pleasure that was running rampant through her body. Her body was growing hot with each of his thrusts as she ground back against him. She could hear James' groans of pleasure and they were becoming more like growls. She closed her legs to put them beside his and brought her feet up over his calves. As she continued to build up her orgasm, she noticed that he was growling more than groaning and moaning. Her own voice was making itself be heard as she let out squeals of delight at him being so deep inside her. She had felt his leg hairs on his thighs and calves earlier, but something now felt different about them. Her pleasure built faster inside her as she continued to thrust against the man behind her, but the hair seemed thicker and longer now and was tickling her skin some. James' palms felt rougher than earlier, and his fingernails were starting to dig into her hips as he kept a grip on her. The slight pain integrated with Elyse's pleasure and she started thrusting harder onto his dick. His taut stomach was feeling more hairy now than it did earlier, as well. It felt like he had slipped on a fur coat while he was still riding her. Then she noticed another difference about James. His cock felt different. It felt like it was a little bit skinnier and the head wasn't as large as it was earlier. Then the most shocking thing happened. Elyse felt a slight pain as a small part of James' dick swelled up inside her. He kept pumping in and out of her, but this swollen part wouldn't let him pull completely out. Suddenly, James lout out with a howl behind her as he drove all the way into her. She felt his hot seed hit her cervix, sending her into an orgasmic bliss, and ignoring the fact that he was behind her, howling like a wolf. When she felt the last of his cum spurt into her, lust rushed through her body even stronger than before. She didn't want, but needed much more from him. She wanted all of him. She began to thrust and pull from his still hard shaft, looking over her shoulder to see her lover's green eyes. Then everything came into perspective. She looked back and first noticed his hands. The looked like a man's hands, but they were covered with black fur. The fingers ended in claws, like those that you would find on an animal. She let her eyes wander up his arms, taking in the creature that was still thrusting into her, and her body was still pushing back against. She saw the fur was all over his torso and chest, his arms as well. It was as black as night, shinning in the late day sun that passed through the trees around them. His body was still in great physical shape, as was evident by the soft yet thin lay of fur on his front. She could tell from his sides that it grew thicker around to his back. When her eyes traveled up to his head, she instantly thought of a werewolf. His head was that of a wolf. The fur was completely black and his jaw was thrust forward into a snout, with his black wet nose at the end of it. His mouth was open and his tongue panting with each thrust into her body. His teeth looked sharp enough to rip her to shreds. She jumped her eyes to his ears, large wolf ears, sitting on top of his head, facing toward the front. At seeing the animal that was mating with her, she let out a grunt at the pleasure of his cock still filling her, the knot inside her rubbing her walls and massaging them with great pleasure. His pointed shaft kept hitting her cervix with each thrust and sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body. His ears twitched when she grunted and he lowered his head, drool from his mouth and long tongue dripping onto her lower back. She looked up with fear at the werewolf; and then lost all fear at the mesmerizing green, and still almond shaped, eyes staring at her. Elyse let out a wail of pleasure as an orgasm racked her body with pleasure. She looked forward again and lowered her head, just enjoying the pleasure that the creature was giving her. Then her back was covered with its fur as it fell on top of her. James' front paws touched the ground right in front of her hips, his snout was right next to her ear, sniffing at her ear and licking it. She felt his tongue begin to lick further down her neck as his thrust became harder and faster into her. She could tell he was nearing orgasm again and her lust didn't care that this was a werewolf that was mating with her. She began to thrust faster against him, meeting his hips with hers with vigor. "Give it to my, lover," she begged, her hand reaching up from the ground, and rubbing along his head. Her hand felt the soft fur and she her orgasm rocketed through her body. She felt her pussy grip and tighten on the knot and the rest of his shaft as it plundered in her depths. "Make me yours, for eternity." James took her for her words, and brought his head away from her caressing hand. Then he opened his jaws and bit hard onto her shoulder. At the same time, his cum exploded against her cervix. The mix of both happening at the same time sent Elyse into the greatest orgasms of her life. She felt her world being torn apart, just as her shoulder felt it was being torn out of its socket from the werewolf's bite. Instantly, she put her hand back on the ground to help push back against her lovers body and looked down at her hands as she did so. As she watched, she was her hands were growing hair on them; a thick gray fur was covering her fingers. Her fingernails turned into claws of their own as her arms began to grow the same fur on them. While looking down at this, she saw her jaw and nose stretching before her eyes and felt her ears moving to the top of her head. Her snout was also covered in the gray fur as were her arms and hands. Her groans at the pain of the bite and pleasure of this beast on top of her turned into growls of their own. The smells of the world were growing stronger, but what really filled her senses were those of the lover behind her. She felt her lower back bone extend and growing fur, as it curved up and over to the side. The excitement of becoming this new creature was greater than she expected it to feel. Her orgasms multiplied into more than she could count, all of them to just keep coming over and over again. Her panting was keeping pace, though and she knew she wouldn't pass out this time. Her lover continued to thrust into her body, his fluids rushing into her at a great rate. At first she couldn't understand why it wasn't flowing down her gray, fur covered legs, but she quickly understood. It wasn't to be wasted anymore. This was no longer a man's seed, his cum. It was her meal. As he came inside her, she felt more thrill at it and found she could control her pussy's walls, massaging his member over and over, drawing out his orgasm. And the more she got from him, the more she wanted. As she pulled his seed from James', Elyse knew now why the place she had visited was called Succubus Ranch. It wasn't just a brothel. It wasn't just a whorehouse. It was a smorgasbord for succubi and incubi who lived there. And she was their newest resident, just as James was their newest resident a little over two years ago. She knew who he was, now; and before all of her humanity left her, she looked over her shoulder and told him what she really thought. "Thank you, Mark, my husband, my lover, my eternal mate." Then her world changed forever. * The auction didn't take long for the sale of the Alcott estate. Her friends mourned the loss of Elyse. They comforted each other with comments about how at least she was now residing with her husband in heaven. They never knew how right, and how wrong, they were. Succubus Ranch Ch. 05 This story is copyrighted 2007 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. ----- Steve and Sue had been meeting like this for several years now. It all began over eight years ago when they both showed up for the first time at a fetish convention. So many decadent tastes out there in how to enjoy pleasure, even mixed with pleasure, but it turned out that both of them had a specific taste in the world of fetish. They both loved latex. They loved it so much that they both owned adult stores that sold mostly latex items. Sue, who lived on the eastern seaboard of the Untied States, had at least three separate stores in New York City. Steve, however, lived along the west coast. He had two stores one in Los Angeles and one in San Francisco. When they first met, both were wearing full body cat suits, including hoods, and could only see each other's forms, but not the others face. Some would have told them that it was love at first sight, but Steve and Sue refused to deny the truth. Love had nothing to do with it. It was all lust. Each year after that, Steve and Sue kept in touch and made sure to find a way to meet at some convention or another to enjoy playing with each other and exploring their love for the smooth material they enjoyed so much. This time, it was in Reno, Nevada. Steve and Sue were sharing a hotel room together on this trip, due to funds being tight at the moment. As soon as they were alone in their room, both quickly stripped to show off their latex underclothes. Sue's small frame was bare, except for a latex bra and thong. Steve wore a smile and latex briefs with a sheath for his cock. After just a moment of looking at each other, both attempted to attack the other in a torrid embrace, mouth hungrily searching out the others, tongues warring for dominance over both mouths. The kiss, and sex after that, lasted nearly two hours. While lying side by side on their backs, Steve broke the bad news to Sue. "I won't be able to see you again after this," he said to the ceiling. "I know," she responded. "But how did you find out?" Rolling onto his side, Steve looked at her with a questioning look on his face. "What do you mean how did I find out?" "How did you find out that I went out of business?" Steve's eyes grew large and rolled Sue on her side so she could look back at him. "You lost your business? What happened?" Sue lay looking at him, tears quickly rolling down her cheeks. "Business went down hill when the recent mayor passed his 'morality' laws. I had two of my shops closed down for one reason or another regarding the new laws. My other business was then harassed by the city for everything for improper permits to fire codes. Because I had some novelty suckers in my store, I got hit with an injunction to shut down because I didn't have the proper permit to serve food at my business." Steve reached over to Sue and wiped a tear off her cheek and leaned in and kissed her forehead. "And here I thought I had troubles," he said. "I had said I wouldn't be able to see you again after this because my store in LA was burned down during the recent riots. The one in San Francisco isn't doing very good and I'm already three payments past due on the loan I've got to try and keep it open." Sue looked at Steve and started to cry in earnest, moving herself into his personal space, holding onto him as she cried her frustration at her loss and his. She felt his chest shake and figured he was crying as well. It was now, after all these times of meeting that they figured out that it was no longer lust that brought them together. Now it was love, not just for latex, but for each other. After lying there for a moment longer, Sue had an idea that may solve both their problems. "Let's get married, and I'll move in with you on the west coast. All the money I've got you can use to keep your business open in San Francisco." Steve's wet eyes flew open in a shot and his arms let go of Sue's body. He quickly rolled off the bed and sat in a chair, looking at Sue as if she had just told him that monkeys from Mars were coming to rape all the men and eat all the women on Earth. "Are you serious?" "Yes! It's brilliant. I have several thousand dollars in the bank; but, without a business to bring in more money, that money won't last long. You've still got a business open, but need the money I have to keep it open." Steve stared at Sue before deciding if he really wanted to let her in on the full story about his loan. He could see in her eyes that she was not only serious about this idea, but it was set in her mind to do it. From all the times they had been together, he knew that once she had that look, it was either give in and do what she wants; or have a long sensible argument with her, giving all the finer points as to why they couldn't or shouldn't do it, and then doing it anyways. "Okay, but you should know something about my loan first," he sighed, hanging his head so he wouldn't have to look at her as he told her the truth. "I have until the end of this month, three weeks from this very day, to get the shark his money. If I don't get him the money on time, the San Fran store will be just like the LA store. A burned out husk, only this time, there will be a body found inside it. Mine." Steve looked up to see Sue staring at him. This time, it was her turn to stare at him, as if he had told her about the Martian monkeys. She already had a cigar in her mouth and was about to light it with the wooden match in her hand. If she still wanted to marry him, those cigars were going to be as big a debate as was the mafia's loan shark. "Steve, you're kidding, right? You didn't go to the mob for money, did you?" He looked back down at the floor and nodded his head. Sue shook her head and struck the match, letting the fire burn up the sulfur before lighting the end of her cigar. Taking several puffs to make sure it was lit, she saw Steve's head rise and his look of disgust at her smoking habit. She knew that this would be a touchy subject when they got married. "Okay, how much do you owe them?" she asked, pursing her lips and blowing out the flame, making a show of it for Steve, licking her lips afterward. The little twitch of his flaccid cock let her know that it worked. "Ten thousand," he told her, running his hands through the thick hair on his head. "I needed five thousand six months ago, after the fire in LA, and they were the only ones that would loan it to me, with payback in full, plus one hundred percent interest." "Done." Steve looked at her with a bit of shock. "Done?" "Done, but on a few conditions." "Just as long as it doesn't involve breaking my legs, I'm game," he said, chuckling at the relief that he would be able to get the mafia off his back. "When I said several thousand, I meant I have just over twenty-two thousand dollars in the bank. I'll take care of your loan, pay for the drive to Vegas and back and the wedding; but you must agree to at least one thing." Steve watched her as she took a long breath off her cigar and slowly let the smoke escape delicious lips. As much as he thought the habit was gross, Sue did have a way of making it look sexy for him. Then he suddenly figured out what that one thing was. "Oh, I get it. You're going to pay me to let you smoke, aren't you?" "It's not payment, honey. I'm just being the loving wife that's going to help her husband out in a very tight spot; but I do want some leeway for my habit." Sue looked at him with the look that she knew he could resist. A touch of control to her eyes, some caring mixed in with it, plus that half-closed eyes look with her slight smile on her lips was all it took to get him to agree to almost anything. She could tell that this time was no different. "Okay, you win, but why Vegas? Reno has a couple of all-night chapels." "I have to go turn down a job offer I was going to accept, until now." ----- Steve drove the small economy car that Sue had rented for them to use on the drive to Vegas, following her directions into the desert. Many miles out of the city and several turns later, he began to wonder what kind of job she was about to take that was so far out in the middle of nowhere, when he saw the large sign on a pole in front of what looked like a southern plantation straight out of a Civil War movie. SUCCUBUS RANCH ALL FANTASIES FULFILLED "This is the place," Sue said, her voice reserved. Steve slowed down and looked over at Sue. "You were going to work for a cat house?" "I wasn't sure if I would be working for them or not, really. I met the lady that owns the place in a latex chat room and I just opened up to her about my troubles and she promised to help me out and surround me with latex while she did it." "But you wouldn't be wearing the latex for long in a business like this," Steve said as he turned on the turn signal. As he made the turn into the parking lot, he noticed that there were just a few cars in the lot. "Besides, it must not be a very good business if there are only a few customers here in the early hours of a Saturday night." Sue looked at Steve as he parked the car, her face not showing any emotion as she spoke to him. "Steve, I had no way of knowing what I was going to do when I lost my stores. I only know how to run a store, and the only thing I ever cared about selling in them were latex items and adult toys. I figured that if I could enjoy latex and get a good lay out of it every now and then, great. The idea of getting paid for it just meant that I wouldn't have to worry about money anymore either." "Yeah, but it's a whorehouse." "I know, but you know how insatiable I am when it comes to sex. Hell, that's what I like about you. You're as hungry for sex as I am when we're together." Looking at the two story building outside the car, Steve couldn't help but feel his prick growing at the thought of sex with Sue again. "That's true. Okay. I guess since you're not going to go through with it, then I won't dwell on it; but please, make it quick. I don't want to be sitting out here in case any of the rougher customers decide to make an appearance." Sue's look softened and her hand reached over to Steve's thigh, giving a light squeeze. She leaned over and gave his neck a kiss, her tongue teasing it a bit as did so. Her lips moved to his ear, kissing along the way, her hand on his thigh sliding to his growing erection. "Come inside with me," she whispered into his ear. "I want you to meet Maradith, too. I told her about you and she seemed interested in meeting you." Her hand had reached his hard-on and gave it a squeeze as she added one last enticement as he moaned with lust. "Just think, while I talk to her and the other co-owner, you can stare at all the other women that work there. Maybe even get teased by them until I'm through." Steve quickly turned the engine off and almost ripped the ignition out of the car when he yanked the key clear of the slot. "Okay," was all he could muster through his heavy breathing before climbing out of the car. Standing beside the closed door, he adjusted his erection while looking at the house, seeing someone on the top balcony quickly walking into the French doors at the top. He could have sworn that it looked like a woman from the long hair, and the shape of the legs he could see through the banisters; but he shook his head to try and clear the image of pair of black latex wings that the woman had been wearing. "Come on, lover boy," Sue teased, now standing beside him. She wrapped a hand around his arm and pulled him toward the house. As they climbed the stairs to the long porch, Steve wondered who had come up with the idea of a southern-style mansion for this place of business, let alone putting it out in the middle of the desert. As this thought crossed his mind, the door opened just as they reached it. "Welcome to Succubus Ranch," the bald average looking man said to them. His black tight shirt, black jeans and shoes showed off the man's well fit physique. Sue noticed too that it showed off a quite a bulge in the groin too. Steve, however, noticed other things instead. This was no butler or formal greeter at a place of business. This man was more like an owner that's proud of his business. They both walked into the building just as two men neared the door, one woman on the arm of each man. Both women looked different than the other, but Steve thought they were still beautiful in their own way. If they had been wearing latex rather than the silk one was wearing and the leather that the other had on, Steve would have just about been any price to be with either one of them for an hour. Both women leaned into the men and kissed them deeply and passionately before letting them go. As the men walked by and stepped out, the man holding the door open called out to them. "Ya'll come back when ever you want, gentlemen. You've still got a few more fantasies you haven't had fulfilled yet." Sue had moved out of the way to let the men pass, finding herself next to the doorman. Standing this close to him, she found it hard to resist the urge to reach over and touch him. Something about the bald man just exuded sex. She saw Steve staring at the women, but couldn't bring herself to be upset about it. They were beautiful, more so than she was, and her mind wondered, like Steve, what they would look like in latex. When she saw the women kiss the men goodbye, Sue felt herself get wet at the passion that was shared by the two couples. Her body suddenly needed pleasure, and she wanted it now. Maybe when she spoke with Maradith, she could get them to let Steve and her have a room for an hour. "Sue? Is that you? I thought you weren't coming until next week." The woman's voice caused both Steve and Sue to snap their head down the hallway and to look at what both of them thought was the most beautiful woman that ever existed. The voice had sounded like a mixture of all sounds that were beautiful and erotic at the same time, causing Steve's erection to go from almost hard to painfully hard. Sue felt her clit suddenly grow so aroused that it was pressing into the latex panties she wore, giving her a tiny orgasm. "Ma...Maradith?" Sue questioned while trying to catch her breath again. "Of course it's me, beautiful. Jason, this is Sue, the latex lover I told you about...the one that was talking about coming to join us." Maradith turned her eyes to Steve and looked him up and down like a piece of meat; and then back at Sue, her eyes boring into Sue's. "But I think she's changed her mind, would be my guess. I'd say this young man has caught your fancy and is going to be your knight in shinning armor?" Maradith's words were not mean or cruel. She sounded genuinely pleased and happy for Sue. The man had closed the door and walked over to stand by Maradith. Upon his introduction, he reached his hand out to Sue and Steve. "Hi, Sue. It's good to meet you," he told her. Steve didn't notice but Sue's body shivered as she shook Jason's hand. She didn't want her fiancé to know that she had just had another small orgasm at just touching the hand of this exceptionally handsome man before her. "Nice to meet you, knight," Jason said with a laugh, holding his hand for Steve to take. When they connected, Steve felt power in the grasp, not like he had dealt with in grade school, when kids would try to crush his hand during a handshake. It was more like a jolt of energy rush into him. This energy seemed to focus on Steve's libido, and he felt he could go for hours with any woman and still remain hard and ready for more. "Steve, actually," he told Jason and Maradith. "Steve it is then," Jason said, letting go of Steve's hand. "Mmm...Steve," Maradith moaned, stepping closer to the couple. "I like that. It's a good masculine name." As she neared, Steve and Sue both felt their lust rise. Sue knew that her latex panties were covered with her juices, but wondered if any of it was leaking out and possibly causing a wet stain in her pants. Steve, on the other hand, had no fear of a wet stain in front of his pants. The latex shaft that was part of his latex bike shorts kept his erection fully covered, and collected the pre-cum that he was now leaking. Maradith reached her arms out of the latex cape she was wearing in a gesture to give one of them a hug and Steve saw that she was wearing a latex catsuit underneath that looked more like it was painted on that pulled on. The body was then hidden when Maradith surrounded Sue with her arms and the latex cape. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of being so lucky as Sue was at the moment and he felt a little jealous. Sue could only watch as the goddess before her stepped up and blessed her with an embrace. When she saw the latex body beneath the cape, she was instantly near orgasm, the smell of the latex and the presence of Maradith driving her more and more into desire. Once the arms were around her, the cape closed around them both, Sue slid her hands around the thin waist of her friend and leaned into the woman's body. The press of Maradith's breast against her clothes was annoying to Sue. She suddenly didn't like the feel of her clothes anymore. The only thing that felt right was the latex panties she had on underneath. She whimpered as Maradith's hands slid down her back, trying to suppress another moan from another orgasm that was making its way through her body. "I can make you feel so right," a voice whispered in Sue's mind. "Just give into the pleasure and all will be right." Sue could tell it was Maradith's voice in her head, though she didn't know how it was possible, nor did she care at that moment. The small orgasms had only been a tiny relief for her, and she wanted...no, she needed a stronger one to feel better. Showing she was willing and wanted more, Sue tightened her arms around Maradith's waist and her hand slide to the woman's ass, giving it a hard squeeze with each hand. "Jason, I think Sue and I need some quality 'girls only' time together," Maradith said. "Would you see to keeping Steve entertained while she and I get more acquainted?" "Happy too," Jason said, a strange smile coming to his face. "Ladies, before you retire to your rooms, do you think you could keep Steve here company? I need to keep an eye and ear out for the door." Steve then noticed that the two women that had walked the other two men to the door had actually been standing there the whole time and never left. In Maradith's presence, he never noticed them until now. Both women had come up to each side of Steve and took a hand each into theirs. As much as he had wanted to see them dressed like it earlier, he couldn't shake the thought out of his head that they were dressed differently than they were now. The blonde was dressed in a full body latex outfit, including foot coverings that had individual openings for each of her toes, along with openings for the groin and breast. The brunette was also wearing latex, a red corset that barely covered her breast, black panties, black garters and red stockings, plus black arm length opera gloves. All of it was latex. "We'd love to keep him entertained, sir," said the brunette, as she held Steve's hand in one of hers and put one of her fingers into her mouth and sucked on it. The blonde had taken Steve's hand and pulled it around her waist and sidled up to his side. "We will keep him quite entertained," the blonde said, never turning her head as she moaned the words into Steve's ear. Succubus Ranch Ch. 05 Steve looked over at Maradith and tried to get Sue's attention. "Honey...um...I thought you wanted to get to Vegas tonight." "Let's have some fun first, dear," Sue said, never turning her head from Maradith, breathing deep the latex smell that had surrounded her. "We're in good hands here," she moaned. Steve couldn't see under the cape, but Sue felt Maradith's hand sliding through the opening of her now unbuttoned blouse and rubbing latex covered fingers across her nipples. "Ladies, take Steve to the guest room over here, please," Jason said, waving his arms to point to a door just down the short hallway on the right, past the start of the stairs leading up to the second floor. Steve watched as Maradith turned her back on him and the girls, Sue never turning to see him as she also turned in the same direction as Maradith and walked further down the hallway, past the door that the two women were leading him toward. Sue felt herself being led away from the one man she had come to feel very close to, but she didn't care at the moment. She and Maradith were closer now than she and Steve could ever be. She wished that she and Steve could be this close. "Don't worry, dear," Maradith's voice cooed in Sue's mind. "The two of you will be joined like you have never imagined before. I give you my promise on that. All you have to do is give yourself to me first." Sue's body shivered as another small orgasm raced through her sex again. Steve's worry grew as he watched Maradith lead Sue away, even as the latex hands and bodies pressed against his and leading him to a room of pleasure. He was unable to fight the feeling that something was wrong with this picture, or resist the urging of the two women that led him into the now open door. ----- Sue's eyes were blurred with the constant pleasure that she was feeling. She could barely make out the fact that she was led down a hallway past the stairs leading up into another corridor. Along this one was a door that was marked "basement" and Maradith stopped before it. "Down here is where I planned on initiating you into our fold, Sue," she told her. "But I have much more wonderful things for you, now that I've met you and know what you truly want." Maradith walked away from the door, holding Sue's hand in hers, leading her further down the hall. They came to a door with the word "SAUNA" stenciled on the door. When Maradith opened it, Sue saw that it was indeed like a gym's sauna. There were some lockers with a few benches in front of them. "Undress, dear, and let's get some of that road grime off of you first. It never occurred to Sue that this room was larger than it should be considering the size of the outside of the house she and Steve entered. All she wanted to do was get out of the uncomfortable clothes she was wearing, everything except for the latex panties she was wearing. "Those too, Sue," said Maradith's voice inside her head. Sue stopped what she was doing and looked over at her friend and was shocked when she saw that Maradith was already nude, her perfect body almost glowing with sexual energy. "It's okay, dear," she said in a sultry voice, stepping close to Sue. "I'll help you." When Maradith was close, Sue could still smell latex in the air around Maradith's body. Sue put her foot on the floor again and stood still as Maradith knelt before her and reached for the shoes. She couldn't feel the woman's skin touching her, but the fact Maradith was so close caused Sue to shudder with lust for her all the same. The fact that she was kneeling before her was the only thing that felt wrong to her. Sue was never a submissive woman before, and had been a dominatrix a time or two in the past; but with Maradith, she could just didn't feel it was right for this woman to be on her knees before her. Maradith was then standing before her, and Sue felt the cool floor underneath her bare feet. She never felt Maradith take her shoes or socks off. "Don't worry, dear," Maradith told her out loud. "I only wanted to show you that I am willing to help, not be your submissive. Now, let's get the rest of these terrible cloth garments off your beautiful body." Maradith's gentle and smooth fingers caressed each inch of Sue's skin as she helped to remove the clothes. Sue could only stand and moan with the pleasure of each touch, every caress causing the fires of lust to rise higher. By the time she was a naked as Maradith, Sue was perspiring, the sweat running down her legs mixing with her own sexual juices. When she was done, Maradith stood in front of Sue and looked her up and down with hunger in her eyes. Sue felt proud that she could get this look from the woman that stood before her. "Come along dear," Maradith said, her voice sounding much like a moan of pleasure. A grin spread across Maradith's face that both troubled and aroused Sue, more than she was already aroused. "It's time for you to enjoy a dip in a sauna to your liking." Sue felt the caressing fingers slide over her shoulders and around them, Maradith slowly leading her through the locker room and toward another door. When they reached it, Maradith opened it and let Sue take a moment to take in the sight of the room that had been waiting for her. The room was darkly lit, every inch of the floor, walls and ceiling covered in red latex. The smell was strong with the scent of the material that always put Sue near orgasm. Since she was already near the point of orgasm, this was just enough to push her a little over the edge. Sue let out a low deep moan, as her body became slightly rigid while the pleasure rushed through her system. The rush could have only lasted a few seconds, but to Sue, it felt like the orgasm had lasted nearly 30 minutes. When her mind began to clear, she found herself leaning back into Maradith's chest, the woman's breast pressing into her upper back. The hardened nipples were small points letting Sue know that Maradith was just as aroused as she was. Sue could also feel Maradith's arms wrapped around her body, the hands of her goddess caressing her stomach, barely touching the underside of her breast and the top of her shaved pussy. Each caress kept Sue aroused, but the arms and body behind hers kept her supported as she felt that her legs could barely hold her up. "Look, Sue," Maradith breathed into her ear. "That is just for you." One of Maradith's hands had left Sue's body, pointing into the room. Sue first felt lost without the extra hand caressing her, but she followed where it was pointing and took a deep breath at the sight of it. Sunk into the center of the room's latex floor was what looked like a hot tub. Instead of clear water with a light froth of bubbles on top, Sue saw that it looked like black shiny tar was roiling around inside the tub. Sue knew what tar had smelled like, after many years of living in New York City and the constant re-paving of roads, but she couldn't smell any tar coming through the open doorway. All she could smell was latex...fresh latex. The smell reminded her of every shipment she had received, when she would open the packages. Sue used to wait until the store was closed before opening the boxes, go into the back, open the boxes, and then just breathe deep. After opening all the boxes, she would sometimes close the door to her office, stepping out of the room and clean up the store, just so she could return to her office and a room smelling just like this one did. Sue noticed the feel of latex under her bare feet before she noticed she had taken a step into the room. She looked over her shoulder and saw Maradith still standing in the doorway, watching her. The smile of both lust and hunger was still on her face. Sue returned the smile and before looking at the sunken hot tub full of black liquid. "What is it, Maradith?" she asked, never looking away from the slowly moving substance. "It's your fantasy, Sue. What you've always wanted, and so much more. All you have to do is give into the pleasure of it." Sue couldn't tell if the voice came from behind her or in her head, but at the moment it didn't matter. Something about the black liquid had caught her attention. It wasn't all black. At times, it looked like the stuff was as red as the rest of the latex in the room. Other times, it looked like lavender purple. Many times, she could have sworn that the lights were producing a rainbow effect on the material. Sue was at the edge of the tub before she had noticed that she had even taken more than that first step into the room to begin with. Looking over her shoulder again, she saw that Maradith still stood in the doorway, not inside the room. She was curious about this, but the material at her feet was more intriguing that the absence of her friend. Turning back to it, Sue knelt down beside the pool and reached tentatively toward it with her hand. From this vantage point, she could finally tell what the liquid was, or at least what it smelled and looked like. It was latex...heated, liquid latex. The smell from this close was almost overpowering to Sue, but she forced herself not to orgasm again so soon. A larger than normal wave of the liquid latex rolled under her hand, while she concentrated on keeping her body from giving into the rising pleasure. The crest touched her middle finger. Sue quickly pulled her hand away, not from the heat, which had felt soothing, but from the tiny orgasm that she felt just from the touch of it. She fell onto her knees and held her hand over the pool, expecting the black ooze to drip from her finger and fall back into the pool. Watching her hand, she saw that it didn't drip at all. Even with as much liquid as had covered her finger tip up to the first knuckle, it didn't collect at the lowest point and drip as she had expected. It remained warm on her finger; and every second it remained there, she felt pleasure shooting from that finger tip, up her arm, and into her nervous system. She wanted that feeling on her clit, so that it would push her over the edge and give her the orgasm that she so needed and desired, but she wanted to know more. Sue folded in her little and ring finger, bringing the middle and index finger tips to her thumb together. Rubbing the tips together, the liquid proved to be easy to smooth around, unlike any liquid latex she had used before. It was always dry in a short amount of time, but this substance seemed to remain in liquid form, almost wanting to be spread along her fingers. Knowing that it was too thick for her to feel anything through it, she flicked her fingers toward the pool, attempting to throw the material off her fingers. Instead, it only went out a little from her finger tips before snapping back to them, the edges that were now close to the second knuckle of her two fingers and thumb sliding further toward her hand. As she watched it move, she felt more pleasure course through her from that location and let out a low moan. She knew now that it would be the best pleasure she ever had if she just reached down with her hand and stroked her labia. "What's happening to me?" she moaned, looking at her hand with three fingers that now had a thin coating of the liquid latex over them. "You're enjoying what I'm offering you," Maradith told her from the doorway. Sue was barely able to make it out as her three fingers began to tingle with a pleasure similar to what was making its way through her body. "Give into it and enjoy what I offer you, Sue. It's all for you." "Will you join me?" Sue asked, through pants as she slowly came down from the pleasure, but never completely out of it. She looked at Maradith and the woman shook her head in the negative. "I can't join you, dear, until you've been in the pool." Sue couldn't stand the thought of her friend not enjoying this pleasure. She wanted Maradith, and everyone else she could think of, to enjoy this pleasure. So, with the thought of sharing this pleasure with the world, Sue inched herself closer to the edge of the pool, her knees coming up to her chest as her toes hung over the edge. "I know something will happen when I get into this pool, and I don't know if it will be bad or good," Sue mumbled under her breath, knowing somehow that Maradith could hear her. "But if it will give you as much pleasure as I believe it will give me, then I want to make sure that you can share in it, Maradith." She heard Maradith take a sharp intake of breath behind her, but never looked back to see why. She heard the breath let out as both of her feet touched the liquid latex. Instantly, Sue was engulfed with breathtaking pleasure stronger than any she had expected, but it still didn't put her over the edge. Her body fell back onto the red latex floor, her legs sinking into the pool up to her knees. She felt her pores opening with the warmer temperatures of the latex that now covered her lower legs; but it was the tingling of that liquid on her skin that was causing the slowly rising heat to rush up her legs, past her sex, beyond her waist, past her breast, and nearly shutting down her mind to anything other than the near bliss. "Help me," she groaned, throwing her head back and arching her back. She could see Maradith watching from the doorway. "Help you what, Sue?" the woman asked. "Too much," she moaned, unable to explain in words that it was too much for her to move any further into the liquid. "Help me go further." "No need, Sue," Maradith said, still standing and blocking the exit. "It will help you sink further into your desires." Sue had a brief moment of wonder at what Maradith was telling her before she noticed that the pleasure was now coming from an area higher than her knees. Using what little strength to do so, Sue moved up onto her elbows and looked at her legs. Though only the part of her legs below the knees were inside the pool, she saw that the latex was already half way up her thighs. When it would reach her apex, Sue knew that she would finally have that orgasm that she needed. Lying back on the floor again, she willingly let the latex move up her legs, closer to her hips. As it reached the juncture of her inner thighs and the very edge of her dripping sex, Sue moaned at knowing that it was just less than a second away from giving her the greatest moment of pleasure in her life. But it didn't happen. Sue felt the living latex continue to slide up her hips, around her waist, even sliding between the back of her legs and ass and the latex floor that she was lying on. The tingling was so close to her lower lips, but it moved no closer. "No," she panted. "I need more." Sue reached down with her hand, knowing that it was the one that had the latex on her fingers, wanting to smear the stuff all over her clit and go into orgasm. But when her fingers reached her mons, she could feel her bare fingers touching herself, not the latex. Bringing her hand back up, she saw that the liquid had slid off her fingers and up to her wrist, out of reach for her to be able to touch her sex with. "Why?" she moaned, looking back at Maradith. "Because you must really want it, Sue. Lying there and letting it take you isn't going to show you want it. You have to take it, not let it take you." Sue tried again, putting both of her hands down on her sex, rubbing it and pressing hard into her clit. No matter how much she tried, though, she couldn't push herself over the edge. She felt the latex sliding up close to her navel now, but it was slowing, like it was getting to thin to keep moving further up her body. That's when she understood what Maradith meant. She had to take it. Bringing her hands up to her lower stomach, Sue placed her hand on the sensual, smooth surface of the latex and pressed and rubbed hard on it, toward her sex. Her hand just slid along the surface, and she felt her fingers slowly being coated by it, but when she reached the edge of her sex, her hand was bare as it crossed over it. Taking hard panting breaths, Sue focused all her energy again into sitting up. As soon as she was, she looked down and saw the smooth, glossy, sensual, erotic look of her thighs and lower abdomen. She no longer seemed to have that little pooch on her stomach when she sat looking down like this. Looking down her legs and seeing her legs still in the roiling, bubbling latex, she understood better. She, Sue, would have to climb all the way into the pool to get her sex wet with this stuff. Sliding a little further toward the edge, she tentatively pointed her toes toward the bottom, finding it quickly. When her toes touched the surface of the bottom of the pool, a shockwave of pleasure rocked her back again. Once again, held at the very edge of the orgasm that would be more than she thought she would be able to survive. Not caring that it would take her life and knowing that if she didn't take it, she would never feel this good again, ever, Sue put all of her weight on her feet on the bottom and stood at the edge. She kept her hands on it for support, expecting the latex to cover her sex and knock her unconscious. Again, it didn't happen. The surface of the fluid just barely made it up to her mid-thighs, the waves not making it much further up toward her sex. "It's deeper further in," Maradith's voice whispered in her mind. Taking a tentative step further, Sue did notice the slight decline of the hidden surface. When she had taken two steps, the waves were reaching just below her sex, but not hitting it. A deep breath in and one large step further, Sue shut her eyes tight, ready to pass out and fall into the liquid. Again, nothing, but more pleasure. Her hands were now inside the liquid, and it was flowing up past her elbows at this moment. The bane of Sue's lineage had always given her arm hair that she usually kept cleaned off for latex play, but at the moment she looked down, Sue saw that just before the latex reached a hair follicle, the hair fell out on its own. If she had been able to look far more closely, she would have seen the latex actually climb into the vacated follicle, attach itself to her nerve endings and begin to pulse with the pleasure that would reach her mind and sex. As she watched, she wondered how it was possible for it not to be covering her much needed sex, and reached with her smooth, frictionless fingers for the apex of her legs. To her dismay and despair, her fingers were suddenly uncovered from the material just before the bare fingertips touched her screaming for attention lips. Unable to keep herself from doing so any longer, Sue shoved her fingers into her sex, searching for that little sensitive spot she knew so well. For her, the G-spot was always deep inside and she always had to bed a little at the waist to reach it. When she did so, she saw her hair fell over her shoulders and touched the black liquid right before her face. As she watched, still reaching deep into her sex, gasping for breath at the exquisite torture she was enjoying, Sue saw the latex touch and swallow the tips of her hair, and then climb up it toward her head. Just a little further was her most sensitive spot, but her minds fear of this liquid reaching her head and going into it finally broke free from the lust that was controlling her. Sue straitened up, but found that as she did so, the latex flowed from the end of her hair like extensions, not dripping but actually attached. When she stood up full, the latex hanging from her hair fell across her chest, landing on her breast. The second it hit her nipples, Sue lost all control of her lust and screamed with the need for an orgasm. Her hands dove back to her sex, still bare fingers on bare lips, but it was better than not feeling anything there. She drove her fingers deep, rubbing the ball of her hand against her clit while rocking her hips back and forth. Her eyes closed with the drive to reach that ever elusive orgasm, never finding that edge that she need to cut the lust with. Succubus Ranch Ch. 05 Exhaustion was creeping into her muscles from the exertion at reaching her orgasm, and her legs began to shake. Still Sue rocked back and forth in the motions known through out the ages as that of sex. Finally her knees gave way, and so fell on them, falling into the latex up to her neck. She kept her head above the liquid, her mouth wide open, gasping for oxygen, but only taking in more and more of the latex scent. She felt the liquid sliding up her neck, feeling like thousands of tiny hands caressing her skin at the edge of it. After the edge moved over her skin, the rest of it felt like little lips kissing all over her body, along with tiny pinches that stung just a bit, but felt exciting as well. The liquid moving up her neck reached her hair line just in time with the liquid that was moving up her hair. She felt the weight of it pulling her head further back; and, being so close to orgasm, Sue arched her back and moved with the liquids pulling, her hips still driving against her fingers. From this angle, she saw Maradith, long since forgotten, standing at the edge of the tub. The creature, from Sue's angle, looked to be hanging from the ceiling by its claw like feet. A heel claw stretched from the bottom of the leg and kept the feet in the position of wearing high heels. Following the legs downward, Sue watched a long slender but muscled tail twitch between them, the tip coming to a round edge like a cats, but without fur. Her sex, standing bare as the rest of it's body was like any other woman's, only the lips were pulsating, as if they were trying to suck anything that close enough to them. Sue's eyes wandered further down and feeling the liquid reach her forehead as she did so. Sue then remembered she was looking upside down at this beautiful woman, who had giant bat-like wings stretching behind her. The breast looked in need of being sucked and teased, but also like they already had been. Sue accepted that even with the wings and tail, this was the most beautiful body she'd ever seen on a woman. When she reached the face, even upside down with horns coming out of the head, Sue was not surprised it was Maradith's visage that she was looking at. "Thank you," Sue panted, took a deep breath, and fell back into the liquid. She felt it slide over her forehead, over her closed eyes, into her ears, nose and closed lips. At that same moment, whatever was keeping the liquid from touching her sex disappeared. Her mouth opened in a scream of sexual bliss as the liquid rushed onto her sex, encased and attached to her clit, sending shearing jolts of both pain and pleasure into her body. As her mouth opened, the liquid rushed in. Sue felt the taste of latex as she always remembered it when she would lick Steve's covered phallus. The taste put her deeper into the orgasm that was rocking her world beyond anything that she had ever felt before. Her mind screamed for her to stand up, to give her body life sustaining oxygen, but Sue's body refused to move. Even if she had the ability to stop her hips from rocking into the liquids constant pulsating invasion of her pussy, or pull her hands away from holding open her lower lips to give it better access, Sue's mind knew that the liquid latex wouldn't let her rise up to the surface. Sue felt the liquid becoming hard against her skin, as she sank to the bottom of the pool. When she reached the bottom, the touch of the floor felt like the most delicious caress she could imagine on her back. Sue writhed, still trying to breath in gasps, but only swallowing more of the material. The liquid now filling her sex had also hardened and now felt like a large cock was shoved deep into her depths. The shaft moved back and forth inside of her carnal canals, her own muscles trying to grip it and keep it from pulling out of her. Each time it pulled back, liquid poured from the tiny opening at its tip, filling the empty space between it and her womb. When it moved forward, the hot liquid was shoved deep into her sex, pushed into her tubes. With each drive in, Sue rocked her hips up to her encasing lover. Each time, the tip would hit her back wall, and small nodules along the shaft would rub her g-spot in excitable pleasure. Sue's lungs filled with the liquid with each attempt to scream from the raging bliss. The latex that touched her bare skin now felt like a skin of its own, but it was tightening itself onto her body. She felt the material firming on her breast, forming into hard numbs that not only pinched and pulled at her hard nipples, but also felt like tiny sucking mouths on them. When she thought that she could take no more pleasure, something probed into backside. Sue's mind was barely able to come back up from the sexual bliss and try to feebly say no, but by that time, it was too late. The liquid had easily made it past her pucker and was coating her intestines from the inside out. The instant it was inside, her body began to rage anew with sexual wonder. She was full, but wanted so much more. Sue's mind felt itself succumbing to the pleasure, its own thoughts now become thoughts of imaginary lovers filling the body with all the pleasures that could possibly be offered. As it slowly sank into the carnal seduction, it took one last stock of the situation that Sue was in. Her body was underneath many gallons of a liquid latex material that moved on its own. It was assaulting her body with sexual pleasure that no woman could ever ignore or willingly escape. Her body was even giving itself over to the pleasure so much that it was purposely letting the liquid into it from all openings. The body was still holding open the pussy's lips for more to enter her, as the mouth breathed and swallowed more of the liquid latex into it. "Stop resisting and become one with me," said the most sensual voice that Sue's mind had ever heard. Though the mind has not nerve endings of its own, it could still feel the latex as it seeped past the ears, nose and even into the eyes and began to caress every fold of the brain. Each caress of the liquid covered her mind with dark pleasure. The thoughts that made up Sue were becoming the thoughts of it. Trying to think for herself was no longer possible as the latex sank further into the grey matter, taking over ever little synapses, changing them around to shoot only feelings of pleasure through out the mind. "It feels too good to try and fight. Don't resist. Join me." It was Maradith's voice in her mind now. The liquid was part of her, or Maradith was part of the latex. Maradith was changing Sue, body, mind and soul, into what she is. "No, not Maradith. I am you. You are me. We are one. I am pleasure, and you are pleasure. We give pleasure. Let's pleasure." With each word, Sue's mind lost more ground on keeping itself intact. The body was no encased, swallowed forever into the sexual bliss that had taken it over. Her mind had no way of escaping the body's desires, no matter how much it used to want to. Now it didn't think it wanted to. There was so much good with this new entity that was touching her mind. It was nice, soft, and sensual. It was pleasure. Sue's mind gave a little more ground. If it was pleasure, why not enjoy the pleasure. More of the brain began to shut down and surrender to the latex slowly encasing it. And if the pleasure is this intense, then why not share this pleasure with others. A small part of Sue's mind held out. Because this is wrong. This is enslavement, it tried to think. But slavery is pain, and this isn't painful. This is pleasure. This feels good, too good to resist, retorted the part of her own mind that was now part of the liquid. Let go. The small part of her mind that was still just Sue had to admit, the caressing tendrils that had invaded her brain to its deepest core were pleasure. And slavery was pain, not pleasure. So this had to be good. It gave itself over just as Sue's body exploded into the final orgasm she would ever know on her own. Her eyes flew open and she could still see nothing but darkness around her. The world was all dark now, dark and pleasure. But she felt alone. She needed someone to fill her. The liquid was in her always. She was the liquid. They were one, and they were pleasure. But pleasure came from giving others pleasure. She needed to pleasure others. Sue stood up, rising her upper body above the roiling liquid. Her black eyes looked around the room and saw her mistress standing at the edge. Maradith, with her wings, horns, tail and most glorious body, was what Sue needed. She wanted to cover that body with herself and give pleasure to her mistress. "Not now, love. You need to share this pleasure with just one other, first. Leave the body you're wearing right now and let's take you to your new lover." Sue heard Maradith's directions and let her liquid form slide off the female form that she had been covering. As she slid off the head, her own sight began to focus on the world in a different way. She could see everything by the tiniest vibrations that everything gave. She felt the body slowly slump and fall just as Sue slid off the body and remained as a puddle on the floor. "How do I go to my lover like this, Mistress?" she asked, her mind sending the question to Maradith without being able to say the words. "That's an easy one, dear. Think of Steve, the last time you saw him in the flesh and flesh alone. Imagine his form and shape, and become that shape of him." Sue's mind saw the picture of Steve the night before, and she felt herself taking the form. Next thing she knew, Maradith's fingers were caressing her hard liquid latex skin, finding the sheath that would fit Steve's erection easily. Sue found herself being lifted from the floor, handled ever so gently by her mistress. Sue, now in the form of a latex body suit that would only fit Steve, felt every step Maradith take, each vibration giving her pleasure. She couldn't wait to pass this pleasure on to Steve. ----- Steve saw Sue willingly walk away with the woman Maradith just before he entered the door he was lead through. His mind was thinking about the woman that he now admitted to himself he was in love with; however, his body could only respond to the gentle, but persuasive, touches of the two women on each side of him. As he entered the room, Steve looked at his new surroundings, ignoring the door that now closed behind him. The room was large, almost dungeon like, the walls, floor and even the ceiling looked as if it were covered in the blackest cloth. His nose, however, told him that the material wasn't cloth, but latex. His weakness. Along the walls, several items hung from pegs, such as latex covered paddles, straps, whips, cuffs, and so many other toys that he knew were for both male and female enjoyment. Coming from the walls toward the center of the room, Steve could see long straps hanging from the ceiling and some straps tied to loops in the floor. In the very center of the room was a large four-poster bed. Red latex straps were connected to the posts, lying across the black latex sheet covering the mattress. While he took this in, his mind thinking of all the pleasures that could be had in this sexual torture chamber, he didn't notice the two women that had led him in to this dungeon. He was brought back to himself when he felt his latex shorts being pulled down his bare legs, unsheathing his already erect cock from the latex sheath that was part of the shorts. Looking down, noticing that the women had some how undressed him while his mind was in wonderment at the room, he watched as the blonde, kneeling at his feet, took the opening of the sheath his dick had been in and sucked the latex back upon itself. He heard her moan as she apparently sucked out the pre-cum that he had been leaking into it from earlier. Pulling it from her mouth, her tongue licking it clean of his essence, the blonde looked up at him with hunger in her eyes. "You taste delicious," she moaned, reaching for him with her latex covered arms. "I want more." "I want some too," came the sultry voice of the brunette from behind him. He felt her latex covered hands touch his lower back and slide around his waist, up his stomach and along his bare chest. Her body pressed into this back was sent electric shocks of pleasure through his system, especially from where her nipples were poking into his upper back. "I...I want to see...." Steve lost his train of thought when the brunette's lips closed on his right earlobe, sucking it into her mouth. He became further lost in the pleasure when he felt the blonde's hands touch his knees and slid up his thighs toward his crotch. The brunette's hands pulled on his chest, causing his back to arch backward, thrusting his crotch outward toward the blonde. "Mmm," moaned the brunette as her mouth left his ear and kissed along his jaw line. One of her hands had moved up to his face, turning it toward hers. Soon, her mouth was at the edge of his, her soft delicate lips kissing the corner of his mouth. Steve tried to remember Sue and think about her as he fought the urge to open his mouth to return the kiss. When he felt his balls suddenly being caressed by the blonde's hands, he opened his lips and moaned, the sound being captured by the brunette's mouth quickly closing over his. Steve's right arm reached behind him, grabbing the thigh of the woman behind him, sliding along it along the front of her leg and up toward her sex. His other hand reached for his erection and began to stroke it. Steve's lust rose with each swirl of the brunette's tongue and the blonde's massaging fingers. Just when her hand touched his hand that was wrapped around his shaft, Steve saw Sue's face in his mind; its last ditch effort to remind him that he belonged to another. Leaning forward from the grasp of the arms holding him from behind, both of his hands reaching down to the blonde's hands on his crotch, Steve broke free from their promise of sexual delights. "I know you're just trying following directions to keep me company, and that is place is a brothel; but you don't have to have sex with me," he told them both, finally out of their hold and backing away from them. "But you don't understand, Steve," the blonde said, rising to her feet and walking toward him. The brunette took her place beside the blonde, advancing on Steve as he inched backward. "We want to have sex. It's fun, for us and for you, and your bride-to-be did tell you to have some fun, didn't she." "Besides," added the brunette, one hand on a projected nipple, the other sliding along the latex panties covering her pussy, "you're already primed for us. You can't deny that we arouse you, can you?" "No, I can't deny it," Steve admitted, still trying to keep some distance from the girls. "But I don't want to cheat on Sue." "It's not cheating," moaned the blonde, her hand pulling apart the latex that covered her sex. Steve couldn't see where the seam came from, but her lower lips were dripping down the latex on her thighs. "She told you to have fun, and we are certain she and Mistress Maradith are having similar fun right now." At the thought of Sue and Maradith being wrapped around each other in a sexual embrace, Steve's cock jumped with arousal. The co-owner of this brothel, even when she wasn't present, was imprinted on his mind as a sex object and the idea of his Sue being involved sexual with Maradith was very enticing. Without thinking, Steve stopped his backward inching and stood still, imagining himself joining Sue and Maradith on the latex bed that he could see ahead of him, both women pleasuring his body in ways that no man had ever felt before. Steve could even feel the hands of his lovers caressing his chest as his other lovers hands slid down his legs. He imagined as the hands at his chest rubbed up to his shoulders and then down his arms. When the reached his hands, they pulled his arms up to the straps at the top posts to tie him there. The hands on his legs did the same, adding a bar between his legs to keep the spread apart. Steve's mind wondered what the bar would be needed for if he his legs were tied to the widely spaced posts at the end of the bed. Then he noticed that his arms were spaced apart as he had imagined on the bed. They were directly above his head, straight above him, strapped to a ring in the ceiling. Looking down, his legs were spread apart by the bar, the center of which was connected to a ring in the floor. "LET ME GO!" he yelled at the women. "RELEASE ME! NOW!" "But, Steve, we can't do that," said the brunette, standing so close to him that he could just barely feel her nipples touching his chest. "We're supposed to have sex with you, to keep you happy while Sue is with the Mistress." "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO SUE?" he demanded, but not sure he wanted to know, fear sinking into the pit of his stomach. "The Mistress is going to give Sue what she really wants, Steve," said the blonde from just inches behind him. "And we know that Sue wants you, and we are just preparing you for that time." "What?" Then it occurred to him. Sue had said she and Maradith were talking a lot online together before this meeting, they must have spoken of Sue's enjoyment of latex. Surely their conversation would have been of Steve and his equal love of the sensual material. Maradith even knew who he was when he came "The Mistress is going to give Sue a gift of latex, and I believe that she's going to give you a latex gift as well. But right now, we must keep you entertained and ready for when Mistress comes with your gift." The brunette's words were soft and pleasing to his ears, just as much as her hands were as they caressed up and down his legs. Looking down, he saw that she was spreading a clear liquid, something that looked like oil, but caused his skin to tingle where it touched. "This will help you slip into whatever latex the Mistress brings for you," the blonde breathed into his ear from behind. Her hands had already caressed and massaged the oil into his back. Her hands were now gliding up and down his sides, spreading the liquid along his ribs and underarms. Finally her hands began to reach his arms and coat them, too. With his legs spread open, the brunette had started to add the liquid to his inner thighs, always close to his scrotum, but never quite touching it. Against his wishes, his cock had jumped with anticipation each time she came close to the ball sac. When the brunette's hand went all way between his thighs, Steve felt her hands slide up the curves of his ass cheeks and massage the oil into them. He tried not to think how close her mouth was to his erection, but that was kept hard to do as each moaning exhalation of her breath blew across its head. The blonde now pressed her body into his back again, her entire latex body sliding along the oil that was there. Her hips swayed ever so often, at the same time he couldn't feel the brunette's fingers pinching his cheeks or sliding between them. Steve figured that she must be putting her hands on, or into, the blonde's sex. The blonde's mouth was at the back of his neck, her lips kissing and her teeth nibbling on it between the short moans of need. The hands that were reached around his sides had begun to glide the oil all over his chest and stomach. He felt that it would be the blonde that would begin to oil up his member when he felt her hands going lower to his crotch. He was harder than he had ever been before and he truly wanted to feel one of them take his shaft in their hand and stroke him. "Not yet, Steve," groaned the brunette, her breath still blowing on his erection as her hands were now around his outer thighs, rubbing the oil into them. "We need to oil your rest of your body first. Then we will take care of your lust as we prepare it for your gift," moaned the blonde, her hands now at his neck, rubbing the oil along it, then gently around his cheeks. Succubus Ranch Ch. 05 Steve's mind wondered where the oil was coming from, since he never saw a bottle in the room when he came in, but at the moment, other things were on his mind, such as relief from this sensual, torturous massage they were giving him. As he moaned his need, he felt one of the blonde's hand slide down his chest, across his abdomen, straight down the middle and directly for his rising cock. In anticipation, his cock bounced with the twitching muscles inside it, the head of it just bouncing off the back of her hand. The touch of the bulbous hand seemed to case the hand's direction to change course. Steve groaned with the loss of the approaching hand as it took a different direction and slid around his side toward his lower back. Her other hand, now massaging his forehead began to run slowly down his face. Steve closed his eyes, feeling her oiled latex hand covering his nose, cheeks, and now his lips with that same oil. It smelled of latex and he couldn't help but want to taste it. Peeking the tip of his tongue between his lips, he wasn't surprised to find that it had a hint of latex to it, but the shock came when the latex fingers pressed to his lips and slid into his mouth. At that same moment, the blonde's other hand slide between his ass cheeks and with the help of all the oil, slipped a finger into his anus. The sudden plunge into his back side caused Steve's eyes to open violently and his hips to thrust forward to escape the invasion. Instead, his thrust forward only served to force his cock into the deepest depths of the brunette's throat. Steve's mind went into overload at the rape he was feeling at the moment. His hips started to work on their own, thrusting into the woman's mouth with violence to escape the invading finger, but pulling out of the mouth and impaling his ass again on the long appendage to get the pleasure of the suction that the mouth had created. Trying to scream his anger, hatred, and extreme lust, he could only get out grunts and groans past the fingers that were now sliding all around inside his mouth. His tongue reached to taste the delicious flavor of the oil and what it brought to his mind, while his teeth wanted to bite down on them in retaliation of the other hand's invasion of his rear. His hips rocked back and forth, the tongue that was at his cock constantly flicking over the head when it was at the tip, and the throat massaging it when it was plunged into its grasping muscles. The finger inside his anus had not kept still during its invasion. Each time Steve unwillingly impaled himself on it; the finger tip would curve and apply pressure to his prostate. He could feel the brunette's fingers between his splayed legs, massaging the prostate from the outside, as well. All the sensations sent Steve's body into overload with pleasure. His hips pulled back hard from the sucking mouth, driving the finger deep inside. As soon as the digit curved and pressed into his prostate, the ring around its knuckle tightened and Steve's hips thrust forward, driving the head of his dick into the depths of the woman in front of him. Her throat muscles tightened around the head, massaging it, as her fingers massaged his prostate from the outside, pressing and rubbing it between it and the finger inside him. His prostate wasn't the only thing that was being pressed between the two women. Both of them were holding his body as still as possible, pressed between theirs. His hips tried to pull from and push deeper into the throat but there was no room as it continued milking his very sensitive head. Steve tried to groan his frustration at being so close but not have cum yet, but now all three fingers were in his mouth, and he was sucking the oil down his throat and breathing in small gasps through his nose. Steve closed his eyes, knowing that his orgasm, one of the strongest in his life, was just on the edge of exploding from his body like a bullet from a gun. Then the worst thing that could have possibly taken place happened. The door to the room swung open, the brighter light hitting him in the face. Suddenly thinking that Sue was there and seeing him in this ménage-a-trois, Steve lost his composure. His ejaculation exploded into the woman's mouth, the suction now pulling it out almost faster than it could have moved on its own. Trying to break free from them and not be seen by the woman he loved so much in this position, all Steve was able to do was thrust his cock deeper into the brunette's hungry maw or harder onto the probing finger. He heard his wail of despair come out of his filled mouth of oiled latex fingers; the sound to his ears, though, was that of a man having the greatest sex of his life. Feeling the last dregs of his cum emptied from his dick by the sucking mouth, his body started to sag from exhaustion of the sex he just had. His mind was screaming that he must get to Sue and apologize, but his strength would not return to him quickly enough. The woman's finger was removed from his anus, exiting the tight ring just as the brunette's lips let his head escape their confine. Her tongue licked the hole just as the blonde's finger traced around the opening it had exited. Steve hung in the bindings by his wrists, unable to get his weak legs to hold his weight completely. He never looked over at the door and to his bride-to-be's angered face. He couldn't bare the sight of seeing her hatred of him so soon after they had professed their love for each other. "Poor dear," said the voice of an angel. "You should lie down and rest before you go see Sue. Ladies, help him down and lay him on the bed." Steve looked up and saw Maradith standing directly in front of him. Her arms were crossed underneath her naked breast, lying across them was a black latex body suit. Steve tried to stare at the suit, or at least raise his eyes to look Maradith in the face, but her breasts kept his rapt attention. They also caused a rising effect on his dick. The bodies pressed against his sides as the women worked to release Steve's hands from the straps hanging from the ceiling. When he was released, Steve did his best to keep himself standing, but the women on each side of him were necessary. His arms instantly went over their shoulders and they took most of his weight for him. Their hands closest to his body were around his lower back and their opposite hands held his over their shoulders, pulling his fingers down to their nipples. "Can we play with him some more after he rest?" asked the blonde on Steve's right. "He does seem to be willing," came the brunette's sweet voice on Steve's left. He could tell by the feel on his lower chest that she was looking at his rising erection when she spoke. "No girls, he needs to rest and be dressed properly for his union to his bride." Steve suddenly had the strength and will power to snap his eyes off Maradith's breast. He met the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen and his cock reached its full length at the lust that he could see in their depth. "Where's Sue?" he asked through a dry throat. "She's close by," Maradith said with a bit of a chuckle. "Now, let's get you over to the bed and lay you down." As she said this, the girls began to walk, Steve barely able to take full steps as this toes dragged along the latex floor. When he reached the edge of the bed, the girls climbed onto it with him, laying Steve on the bed between them. Their hands were already caressing his chest and stomach, just inches away from the head of his once again engorged cock. "Girls, enough play time," Maradith said in a sultry, but authoritative voice. "Here. Help Steve get dressed in this." Steve looked up and saw the suit fully. Maradith was holding it out in front of herself and he could see that it would cover him from the tips of his toes all the way to his neck. He even noticed that the latex suit had a sheath in the crotch area for his already hard member. The thought of being encased in the latex made Steve's cock jump with anticipation, let alone the fact that at least two of the three beautiful women would be helping him get into it. He felt the weight of the women leave his side as the moved to take the suit from Maradith's hands. The women brought the suit to where his feet lay. The next touch was of their latex covered fingers touching his bare feet and lifting them off the latex sheets. As he looked down his prone body, tired and weary from the sexual assault they had done on him earlier, he watched as the two women began to slip his feet into the footy portions of the suit. He didn't know where the opening came from along both legs because he never saw a zipper or heard Velcro being pulled apart for it to open up. The inside of the suit wasn't cool like he was expecting it to be. The material was warm to the touch and already had a slight touch of oil to it so it could just slide easily over his toes. As his feet were slipped into the confines of the suit, it seemed that each toe was wrapped tightly and separately by the latex suit. Looking down, he noticed what he didn't see before. The feet were not like slippers, as he thought earlier, but actually had toe-slots for each one of his toes; and they fit perfectly to his feet, as if it was custom made for him. The women walked up the bed on their knees, lifting Steve's legs off the mattress at a nearly ninety degree angle from the mattress. He watched as the women softly pressed the inside of the suits legs to the back of his, running their fingers along the outside, making sure there were no wrinkles. When they reached Steve's upper thighs, just shy of his ass, they stopped and gently lowered his legs back to the mattress. Steve expected the women to go back to his ankles and start sealing the suit around his legs, but instead, they moved up his body, their hands caressing his bare skin again. Both of them had touched and caressed his hard erection, but didn't linger there for very long. Their hands were quickly up to his neck and chest, caressing the smooth bare skin there. Steve tried to see past their hands, because something felt odd about his legs. It felt like something was crawling up the sides of them. When he was able to catch glimpses over the roving latex fingers, he saw the latex suit was not as wide open as it had been earlier in many places; and it was completely closed around his ankles and lower portions of his shins. Trying to comprehend what was happening was very hard for Steve. The caressing hands were now tweaking his nipples and the lips of the two women were kissing and sucking on his earlobes. The last chance he got to look down at his legs, he saw that his thighs were now covered tightly by the latex suit's legs. There was no seam in the material showing. It had closed up completely. The women then slid their hands under Steve's shoulders and lifted him into a sitting position. Their soft fingers slid along his back, caressing it and sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. His cock once again jumped at the erotic thoughts that were crossing his mind, but each thought was followed quickly by the sight of Sue's face. He could see every detail, from her pouting lips and sad eyes at him being with two women besides her. He felt guilty at lusting after these two women, but their touches were too much to be able to resist. Slowly each picture of Sue in his mind became one of her looking at him in a different manner. Sue's hair was mussed, as if she had just been given more sex than she could truly handle. Her half-lidded eyes smoldered with lust that was unquenched and demanding more from him. Her nostrils seemed to flare with each deep breath that she would take in his vision of her. Her full lips were partially open, sometimes with her tongue licking across them, other times as if she were letting out a moan of great pleasure. What caused him to think of Sue so much was the feel of his fingers being slid into the hands of the suit. Steve would look over and see his hands pulled to the crotches of the women, where their fingers would slip one finger at a time of his into their sex and then slide that finger into the gloves, the moisture of their sex adding to that of the oil that was already inside the suit. Once his hands were encased, the women slid their hands down his bare back again. When they reached Steve's tailbone, their fingers left his skin then the suit was being pressed and caressed up his back. He didn't remember lifting his ass up off the mattress so the suit could slide underneath him for this to be possible, but the warm touch of the latex on his skin wouldn't permit him to think about such things. As the suit was pressed higher to his back, Steve was lowered gently back to the bed. By the time his head was against the latex sheets, he could feel the latex suit's arms were already closed around him up to his elbows. The feeling along all of his skin that was covered with the latex was like the tiniest of mouths, kissing, nibbling and sucking at his skin. Steve tried not to think about this feeling being on one certain part of his body that was harder than it was earlier when he was hanging from the ceiling. The idea of his shaft being slid into the sheath that the suit had caused his erection to try and grow more than it was possible for him to do. The slight bit of pain at his arousal actually added to the pleasure of the moment. Then the tickling began as the suit under his back began to slide up Steve's ribs and into his armpits as it closed around his shoulders and upper arms. Steve couldn't keep from releasing a little giggle as the soft kissing and nibbling that he felt from the latex crossed his ribs and underarm. Each millimeter of his skin that it covered was exciting, teasing and erotic, and Steve found himself wanting more of it. The vision of Sue was still crossing his mind, but her looks were growing more and more erotic, as was the suits caressing touch. He was now imagining Sue was caressing his body, instead of the two women that were lying by his side. Somehow, he could imagine that it was Sue times two and not the two other women, lying atop his latex covered arms, his latex fingers buried deep into their grinding pussies. It was Sue's body pressed against his, all around him, everywhere but that one place that needed her to engulf. Steve let out a pleasurable need, wanting Sue to take him deep into her, she wouldn't move any further off his arms. He looked over at Sue on his right and was quickly brought back to reality, staring into the burning lust-filled eyes of the blonde, her mouth open as she neared the orgasm his fingers were pushing her toward. Looking to his left, Steve saw the brunette was just reaching her peak as well, her mouth reaching for his. Not wanting to cheat on Sue anymore than he had so far, he pulled his head away from the woman's reaching mouth, turning so he wasn't facing her anymore. Instead, her mouth latched onto his neck, just above the tight collar of the suit. The blonde's mouth also began to suck on the other side of his neck at the same time. As if on cue, the latex suit had reached Steve's chest and covered his nipples at the same moment. Four points of sucking, two hungry mouths at his neck and the feel of the sucking latex on his nipples, sent Steve into a haze of lust. He drove his fingers as hard and quickly as possible into the sex of both the women, letting his mind go back to think it was Sue that he was pleasing. The mouths at his neck released their lips from his skin and moaned into Steve's ear as their orgasms crested over them. Steve moaned with them as he felt the suit coming to a complete close over his belly button. He could feel it tightening against his skin all the way around his waist, around both of his legs from the tops of his thighs to the tips of his toes, forming itself to fit his body almost completely. It felt like someone had taken latex, made it to act like cling wrap, and encased his upper body with it like a long-sleeve shirt and his legs like a pair of chaps or crotch-less pants. His cock bounced with need of release, each time it touched his covered belly, Steve swore that that the material actually tried to hold it with little sucking kisses on the head. Each touch sent thoughts of Sue in his mind, how she had several times teased him while he was tied down for her pleasure. She would caressing his thighs, just as it felt the suit was doing to him now, her lips just barely touching the head of his cock or the tip of her tongue just lightly caressing along the shaft. The women were now resting still atop Steve's arms, his fingers remaining still inside their pussy's lips. "Girls, Steve needs the rest of the suit to be put on," came Maradith's voice, silky and seductive as the suit itself. As one, both girls slide their hands down Steve's new second skin. Unlike a regular latex suit, where he would only be able to feel a dull pressure where there hands were pressing against the outside of it, he felt their light touches as if they were rubbing down his bare skin. Each slow inch of their gentle gliding fingers was like an electric touch of erotic pleasure. Steve let out a moan, his mind flashing pictures of Sue caressing his chest, not the two women that were on each side of him. When their hands reached his thighs, he felt them slip their fingers along the inside and caress his balls lightly as they reached the flap that was lying between them. Then one of the hands came up and grabbed hold of Steve's hard shaft, the grip gentle and soft, but demanding as it lifted it to stand perpendicular to his hips. The slight pain at being held up like that helped Steve to focus through the lust-filled haze he was in and he looked down in fascination to watch them slip the latex sheath over his erection. To his surprise, Steve saw them lift the flap and hold it against his groin. The latex instantly took form around his balls and seemed to kiss and suck them into its erotic caressing touch. Instead of lifting the sheath over the top of his cock, they placed the outer edge of his sheath on the underside of his shaft and just pressed it there. As the material seemed to grow around his shaft like liquid, only moving around instead of down with gravity, Steve's erection started to twitch at the sensations it was giving him. His heart began to pound with how close the feel of the liquid like latex was taking him to orgasm. A fear began to creep into his mind as he watched shocked, horrified and aroused beyond comprehension. This stuff was moving against him and it was going to make him cum harder than anyone else had ever done before, even Sue. Steve watched as the latex came to a close around the base of his shaft and began to seal up to the tip. As it reached to just under the head of his cock, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out for another minute, if even that. When it began to form up the extremely sensitive head, Steve could no longer control himself any longer. His first jet of cum only released the first half of the shot before the latex covered his opening. As soon as it was over his shaft completely, Steve felt the suction of the whole suit focus on his prick's head, sucking each explosion he had to release. In his throes of lust, Steve's hips began pumping up in the air, pushing into a non-existent mouth that was sucking his will out of him. His head was thrown back as the two women on each side of his body pressed against him, cooing and caressing his body, never touching his twitching shaft. That needed no help with the latex that seemed to be pulling out every drop of fluid that his balls could produce for it. Steve could see stars beyond his eyelids as he squeezed his eyelids shut tight and screamed out his pleasure, the pleasure going from erotic bliss to orgasmic pain. Succubus Ranch Ch. 05 When he knew he could take no more, apparently the suit must have thought the same thing. Suddenly everything stopped. His body was as weak as a newborn, every muscle finally relaxed from the great strain of that explosion of his seed into the hungry latex that covered him now. Steve only barely noticed the two women climb off the bed as he lie there trying to gain the strength to move on his own. Trying to lift just a finger was impossible, though. Then his body moved of its own accord. His upper body sat up like a bad rendition of a vampire move. Then he slid on his ass so that his feet were hanging over the edge of the bed. Each move slid his latex covered body over the latex sheets he had been laying on; each sensation feeling like it was caressing his bare skin with the most seductive touch. When his feet touched the floor, it was like he was walking in the most comfortable slippers in the world, his separated toes allowing him to feel each touch of the floor beneath him. Steve tried to will his tired and weary body to lie back down, but instead it rose to a standing position. He could hardly keep his head lifted, being as tired as he was, so he could not understand how he was able to stand up. Then the thought hit him. It was the suit. "Why?" was the only thing Steve could barely say in a whisper. That use of his body's energy nearly caused him to fall asleep. "Because Sue wants you to join her, Steve," came Maradith's voice, her breath right next to his ear. He felt her hand just under his chin as she lifted his head to look up into her magnificent eyes. He felt himself falling into black pools of liquid latex, her eyes boring into his mind and soul as they searched him for something. "And you want to be with her too, don't you Steve?" "Yes," he whispered again. "Good, then Sue will help you to join her. You're too weak to make the journey on your own now." "Where...?" Steve didn't have the energy to finish his question of where Sue was, but Maradith was in his mind, he could feel it and she would know his question. "She's here, Steve," Maradith said, her hand caressing his broad chest. When his eyes filled with love for Sue, Maradith laughed at his look. "No, poor man. She's not here in your heart. She's here, all over you." Steve was confused and he knew that his weary face was probably showing that confusion. "Sue, help Steve to understand," Maradith said, her voice, though melodic to his ears was also more commanding than he could remember hearing it before. At her direction, Steve felt the latex around his neck began to move. It didn't tighten, but caressed his skin as it slid up his neck. Steve at first didn't notice until he felt it crawling along his jaw line and up the back of his head. He found a reserve bit of energy and began to shake his head in a negative, trying to shake the stuff off of him. When it reached his mouth, Steve tried to scream "NO!" but the latex quickly covered his lips, holding them closed before he could separate them. Taking quick desperate breaths through his nose, he stared with anger and fear at Maradith. When it reached his ears, Steve fought to reach his hands up and stop it, but they felt like they were stuck to his sides with straps formed by the latex suit. The substance had reached his nose and began to fill his nose with the delicious smell of latex as it went inside it and his ears at the same time. Steve screamed through his glued shut lips as the latex finally covered his head completely. His vision went into a pitch black as it covered his eyes and molded to his face like a plastic mask with no holes for breathing; but he could still feel his lungs filling with air. "Relax, Steve." It was Sue's voice. "That's right. You're safe with me." Her voice was in his head. "Yes, lover. I'm here with you now. Soon we will be together and complete." "Sue? What's going on?" Steve asked in his mind. "We are saving ourselves from trouble by joining Jason and Maradith's brothel." "I don't want to join their brothel." "Don't you want to be with me, Steve?" "Yes" "Then join their brothel, lover" "Why?" "Because I've already joined." "No." "Steve, if you want to be with me, you have to join with me and join them." "Why would I want to join them?" "This is why." The latex around Steve's eyes cleared and he saw that he was standing in the middle of a small pool of liquid latex, bubbling and roiling all around him. "How did I get here?" "I brought you." "What's going to happen to me?" "You will join me, in our mutual passion...in the latex." Steve felt the latex around his body begin to loosen its hold of his upper body. Instead fitting like a custom made glove, snug against his skin, it was beginning to feel loose around him. His strength had returned to him enough to keep his own head erect as the latex around it began to loosen. Then he felt his connection to Sue disappear just as the latex around his upper body slid off his body like water dripping off him after a shower. "Sue," Steve called out, his voice finally found. "I'm right here Steve." Sue's voice was behind him. Turning around, his body still waist deep in the roiling, bubbling liquid latex, his breath caught in his lungs and his voice escaped him once again. Standing in the pool before him, near the edge, was what looked like Sue's body. It looked more like a latex version of sue was standing before him. Every inch of her form was covered with the shiniest, highest polished latex he had ever seen, accentuating every curve that his eyes could take in. Her waist was tightened, almost waspish, as if she were wearing the tiniest of corsets. Her breasts stood full and proud on her chest, her nipples sticking out like hard pebbles, waiting to be licked nibbled and sucked with abandon. When that though crossed his mind, Steve felt the latex under the black bubbling tar-like surface start to caress and stick to his legs. Focusing on Sue's form again, he moved his eyes away from her arousing breast to her very slender, slim neck, up to the tight jaw line and over her perfectly shaped chin. Sue's lips were pursed, ready for a kiss, waiting to have Steve's mouth pressed to it in a passionate lock of lust, their tongues entwining together. This thought was rewarded with the latex now reaching forming against Steve's buttocks, sliding along the crease of his cheeks and just toying with the opening that was back there. It almost felt like a rim job that Sue had given him once before. Steve was looking at Sue's lips when he remembered that thought of her licking around his ass like that. When she did it, it was not something that he cared all that much before, and she didn't seem to care for it either. But as he thought about it now, Sue's tongue reached out and licked her lips. The black shiny tongue looked longer than it had before, as it crossed over the shiny latex covered lips. The thought of that tongue giving him a rim job was rewarded with the latex under the surface now taking shape around Steve's balls, caressing and massaging them. Looking past Sue's sweet, succulent mouth, he saw her pitch black indentions where Sue's eyes should be. What he saw there instead was just black latex. It reminded him of the time that he and Sue had played with a vacuum bag, sealing Sue inside the bag. That was exactly how her eyes looked then to. Her mouth was formed into an "O" of pleasure as he pressed vibrators to her vacuum sealed sex and nipples. These memories gave Steve a thrill, as did the liquid latex as it sealed around his manhood. Instantly, he was drawn to a hard erection by the caressing and sucking feel of the material. "Now you know why I joined them Steve," Sue's form said, her voice sounding like it was coming through water, as her lips moved and latex poured out of it with each word. She stepped closer to Steve, who was held to his spot, unable to pull away from the pleasure that the latex was giving him at that moment. His mouth opened as he neared another orgasm. "Soon, lover, you will be with me in our new bodies," she said to him, now just inches from his body. Her arms slid around Steve's waist, leaving liquid latex in their trail. Sue stepped closer and Steve's arms went to her waist to make sure she didn't pull away. He felt the latex under his fingers start to flow off her form and around his hands, up his wrists and lower arms. "I don't want to lose you, Sue," he told her, his body now pressed to hers as his arms slid around her back, and Sue's slid up his back and behind his head. "We'll be together forever, lover. There is no leaving me once we're together." Sue's mouth was still open as she leaned closer for a kiss. "I love you," Steve said just before he closed his mouth over Sue's. He felt the latex fill him then. It entered his body through his mouth, his nose was pressed into Sue's face and she melted around him into living liquid latex that would not be stopped; and Steve didn't want to stop it. His body exploded into an orgasm at that point and his knees gave way, casing him to sink to the bottom of the pool. His breath escaped him in many black bubbles raising to the surface as his cum shot his soul into the liquid latex. His spirit mingled with lust with nothingness before it was caught in the arms of Sue's on spirit. They joined in the most intense kiss that neither had ever known before; their sex was now on a whole new level as they became one while remaining two separate souls, mixed with the liquid latex that would be their living form from here until eternity. ----- The new report was buried in the far back pages of the San Francisco and New York newspapers. It was no surprised to the very few that did know Sue or Steve a little bit that the two of them were in trouble. Steve's body was found, sitting next to Sue's, in the convertible that they had been driving along the desert roads, where they were supposed to be at a convention. Supposedly, during the late night drive, Steve had fallen asleep behind the wheel, with Sue asleep at his side. The car was found the next day by the construction crew that had been working the site where they were paving the road. It was still strange how the car had left the road, and ended up in the heated tar, upside down, covering and suffocating Steve and Sue, trapped in their seats by their seatbelts. An investigation was pending in San Francisco due to some strange financial dealings that Steve had with some unsavory characters. No more was said in the articles. No one cared if a couple of fetish store owners had passed away. A few reporters that covered the story did find a new love for latex suits visiting the Succubus Ranch brothel. Copyright 2007 by Jason Morris All rights reserved. Succubus Ranch Ch. 06 This story is copyrighted 2008 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. Twenty-five years had been a long time for being a fool, but Mark had grown used to it after so long. At 17, he failed to step up as a man and take the responsibility for being the father of the child he had fathered. He wasn't a legal "dead-beat dad" since he paid the mandatory child support to his son's mother. However, due to the stipulations in the court order, he was not allowed custody or visitation rights, as his long since ex-girlfriend was 20 at the time of the conception and he was still considered a minor. As he grew older, and became engrossed in his work, Mark never saw reason to pursue finding his son and be the father figure the boy would need. Instead, he focused on his work and a little something he thought would come in handy later in life. Mark looked at the small house from the street and took a deep sigh before putting his best foot forward. It had been 25 years since the birth of his son, and today, he would finally get to see the young man he had grown up to become. After knocking on the door, Mark stood nervously on the stoop and waited for the face he'd been waiting years to get a chance to see. He knew that if this wasn't a good meeting, then his "Plan S.R.," as he has begun to call it, would begin. When the door opened, Mark was not expecting the sight that was before him. It was like someone had put a magic mirror on the other side of the door, one that would show the person looking into it to see themselves nearly 20 years younger. "Can I help you?" asked the man standing at the door. "I'm sorry," Mark stammered. "I think I have the wrong house." "Wait," the man called out to him as Mark turned to leave. When he turned to look at the young man, his heart leaped into the throat at thoughts of finally getting to hug the young man that was his son. "You're my father, aren't you?" "I...I.... Yes, I am," Mark replied, looking down at the ground. "But I...I don't belong here. I'm going to go." "Wait just a minute," said the young man again. "You came all the way here to see me, at least have the decency to let me show you around." Mark smiled at this offer and looked at the man, seeing a smile on his face as well. "Come on in," he said, holding the door open for his father. As Mark entered the small house, he found that the home was much better decorated than his own small one room apartment. Looking around, the younger version of himself just smiled at him, letting the father see that the young man had been doing well with his life. "As you can see, and as I'm guessing you wanted to make sure of, I am doing well in my life," he told Mark. "I own this house, at least I will when I pay off the home loan in 20 years. I've graduated college with a Masters in Business and working in an old company that's still growing. I've even got my own office where I hang my diplomas, along with pictures of mom and my fiancee. After a little over one and a half years, I'm making over 45 thousand dollars a year and looking forward to a raise in the next six months." "Wow," Mark replied, looking around the nice home and all the new electronics and other equipment. "I had hoped you would do well, but I had never guessed that..." "No, you wouldn't have guessed, would you?" asked the young man, interrupting Mark. "Why would the man who gave me life but never wanted to be a part of it, expect me to do any good with that life?" Mark turned and saw the younger version of himself was no longer smiling. "You were never there for me," he kept talking. "You never did anything for me but send a small amount of money for my mother to use to try and give me a decent life. After two horrible step-fathers who treated me as the bastard son, she finally found a good man that truly took care of us and I have come to know as Dad, unlike you. "I have always wondered if and when you would come find me and I am glad that you finally did, too. I have wondered for years, especially on the nights when I was bruised from a drunken step-father's beating, why my real father never came to rescue me. But, now that I'm grown and no longer need you, I'm very glad to see you in person. "You, Mark, are only my father, and nothing more to me. You have never been and never will be a man I can or will call Dad. You are nothing more to me than a man I pass on the street with little thought as to who you are or what your life is like. I know you wanted to see that I have done well, and as you can see, I have. Now, I would like you to leave, and never come back to see me again." Mark's head quickly dropped along with his shoulders. Without a word, he turned toward the door, and stepped out of his son's life once more. He turned to offer a handshake and an envelope, but his son had just closed the door in his face and Mark clearly heard the dead bolt lock him out for good. Walking back to the street, he started walking away, back toward the main road that ran through the heart of Vegas. As soon as he reached a convenient store, Mark called a taxi and waited for it to show up. When he climbed in, he gave driver two locations. "Hey, pal, I can take you to the post office easy, but Succubus Ranch is out of my distance, unless you have the money for my time, the gas, a bite to eat on the way, and one massive tip," the driver told him. Mark pulled out of his inside pocket a roll of $20 bills and showed the driver through the plexi-glass partition. "That'll get us there," Mark told him, then held up another bundle, this time of $50 dollar bills, "and that will get you back." At the post office, Mark paid for a stamp and handed the addressed envelope to the clerk behind the counter with a special wish. The clerk pulled out a yellow sticky piece of paper and wrote the date of seven days from that point and put it on the envelope. Mark watched this and thanked the clerk before going back to his taxi and climbing into the back. During the four hour drive, the driver droned on about how his fellow drivers aren't going to believe this fare he had picked up and many other sites that were available for Mark when they returned to Vegas if he wanted the driver to take him anywhere else. When they pulled into the almost full parking lot, the driver started looking for a place to park the car, but Mark tapped on the partition separating them. "Don't bother parking, my friend," he told him. "I won't need a ride back." He then handed through the small opening the bundle of 50's and climbed out of the car and stood looking across the parking lot at the steps up to the small southern style home. As the taxi drove out of the parking lot, Mark walked toward the building. Along the way, he met a man; and it wasn't the man he was expecting to meet here. "Mark, you don't want to do this," the aged, wizened man said to him. "I know you're in pain but it will pass, if you just let it." The old man's eyes seemed to gleam behind the white bangs. Mark stared into them as best as he could and thought he might be looking into eternity before the man blinked. Taking a step back, Mark looked the old man up and down. As if he was expecting it, Mark wasn't surprised to find the man was wearing a long flowing bright white robe. Even in darkening light of the coming night and the dark colors of the neon sign, it seemed to emit its own light. "Don't do it, Mark. He still loves you. He just needs time to find that love." "What the fuck do you know about it?" Mark yelled at the old man, his anger suddenly coming out at the mention of his son. "You don't know shit about what I'm feeling or what has happened all these years. You'll never know what I've been through or suffered because of all of this. I'm done with it and all I want is to get a 'happy ending', for once." Walking past the man and quickly toward the stairs of the Ranch, he began to laugh at the joke he just made. He'd had several "happy endings" at massage parlors before they were shut down, but if what he'd heard about Succubus Ranch, he was about to see what a true "happy ending" really was; and it wasn't going to be a simple hand job, either. Mark took the steps quickly; two at a time, feeling a great weight begin to bear down on him as he climbed. When he reached the porch, he dragged his feet across the wooden floor to the door and raised his hand to knock. Before his knuckles could swing forward, the door opened and he was a little surprised to see the person standing before him. Mark had stumbled across the Succubus Ranch on the internet and thought about visiting it several times over the years; but he never had the money thanks to his future plans to come by and visit. After a lot of research from other visitors and news articles that the Succubus Ranch had appeared in, Mark expected the co-owner of the brothel, Jason, to open the door, as everyone always described would happen. "Welcome to Succubus Ranch, Mark," said the delicate, seductive and arousing voice of Maradith, the other co-owner of the Ranch. "We've been expecting you." At the sound of her voice, the weight lifted off Mark's shoulders and he willingly walked across the threshold into the lair he knew it to be. "How did you know I was coming?" he asked, turning to look at the beautiful woman closing the door. "We have our ways, of course," she told him, looking him up and down. "You're really going to enjoy your time here, I promise you that." "I just want to state up front that I ...," he started "We know you know, Mark," came a man's voice behind him. Mark turned and saw who he guessed from the descriptions to be Jason Maurice, co-owner of the Ranch, walking toward him. "Like Maradith said, we have our ways; and we plan to make sure you enjoy yourself. They aren't as bad as you might think they are, you know." "But you kill," he said, looking at Jason, not wanting to fall sway under Maradith's beauty too quickly. "Not here, we don't," Jason said. "It's the reason we started the Ranch; so that we can live and survive without taking life in the process. Enough people come here to keep those living under this roof alive and happy and those that visit are none the worse for wear, emotionally at least, when they leave. Some do wish for a bit of S&M, and those suffer the pain that they can bear; but everyone enjoys their visit here." "What about the disappearances and deaths of some of your visitors after they've been here," Mark asked. "Those are the ones that wish to stay, or have tried to force themselves into situations they have no right to force on us," Jason continued. "No one truly dies here, Mark, I can promise you that. But why talk about them. You're here for your own time, right?" Mark looked down at the floor, thinking about what his son had just told him, and feeling the anguish he had felt over the past 20 years and pain of his hope being destroyed by his son's words. "Yes, I'm here for that reason." "Good," Maradith said, her arm sliding around Mark's waist as she stepped to his side. "That settles the payment, now to just make sure you enjoy what you are paying for, and I can see already what that will be. Jason, I think Rachel has a customer to last her for awhile." Mark looked up at Maradith as a picture came to his mind, wondering how that had suddenly popped into it. As he stared into Maradith's eyes, he felt the picture morph and start to take on a three-dimensional form inside his head. As the woman's face in his mind cleared, Mark knew he was seeing a full view of who, or what, Rachel was. "How did you know and how is it possible?" he asked. "I'm a succubus, Mark, but you already knew that," Maradith whispered, her lips nearing his. "And, in this house, all things that give pleasure are possible." Mark felt his body react to the lust that exploded in him as Maradith's lips connected with his. The erection that had begun from the moment of hearing her voice rose to full strength and strained to go over the edge. The world seemed to spin beneath and around him, his body aching at the pull by something that he wasn't all too sure was the succubus Maradith and her kiss. Finally, his feet felt like they were on solid and stable ground again just as the kiss came to an end. "You're absolutely delicious, Mark," spoke a different voice. Mark's eyes opened and found the woman that Maradith had projected into his mind. Long wavy red hair fell from her head and down around her shoulders. The edges of her hair touched the top of the cleavage that the shiny green silk bustier she was wearing bared for her. Before his eyes could travel any further south, the woman spoke with her musical voice again. "I know. It's shocking for our guest in your situation sometimes. But it's the best way to grant the wishes that you wish for." "I don't understand," Mark said, barely able to keep his brain thinking on the conversation with so much blood rushing to his hard member. "You will," she said, sliding her hands up Marks chest and around his neck. With no resistence, he leaned into her and returned her kiss with vigor. The woman's body pressed against his as Mark slid his own hands around her slim waist and pulled tight. As their tongues warred with each other, Mark felt her hands grab the back of his shirt and begin to pull at it. When he tried to pull away from her so he could unbutton it, she pulled him tight again, then raked her fingernails across his back. He heard the fabric rip under the attention and the cool air play across his exposed, but undamaged, skin. Her hands began to caress his back, holding him tight in her embrace. Her mouth raped his with her tongue. Mark began to grow worried that she was going to suck his soul out through his mouth without getting any physical satisfaction. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, she pulled back some and giggled into her palm. "I'm sorry," she smiled at him. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm just trying to get you ready for Rachel." "You're not Rachel," Mark asked through quick breaths as he tried to calm himself down. "You saw Rachel in your mind," she said. "Do I look like her?" The redhead stepped back and Mark could finally look down past the bustier. Her long toned two legs were covered in red stockings that perfectly matched her hair color. Green high heeled shoes set off the red so well. Looking back up at the woman's face, he noticed for the first time that her eyes were as emerald green as her bustier and shoes. "In a way, you do, but not completely," he said, but he wouldn't mind being with this woman either. "Well, Rachel and I are twins," the redhead said, stepping back up to Mark. "At least, we were twins before we chose to remain here and take separate styles." Her hands came to the top of his pants and began to undo his belt buckle and buttons. "I'm to get you ready for her. It's sometimes a shock for those that want her, even if they know what to expect." Mark's cock rose to full erection and leaped out of his underwear as they and his pants fell to the floor. The woman then pressed her body against Mark's now nude form and the silk rubbed against his stomach as her hard nipples tried to pierce his chest. "Now, I get to play with you some before Rachel gets her fangs in you." With that, the redhead's leg quickly wrapped around Mark's thigh and she rose up on her toes then lowered her dripping wet cunny onto his erect member. He felt her pussy's lips touch the head of his cock and then move on their own, as if spreading wide and reaching down his member before she lowered herself on him. As soon as the head was between her lips, he felt the suction that he'd read about in stories along with the grabbing lips as they reached, tightened around and pulled him ever deeper into her hungry sex. When she reached his base, he could still feel the lips trying to reach further down, tickling his balls. When her other leg rose up to wrap around his opposite side, Mark lost his balance and fell backwards, his hands grabbing the firm ass and his mind too wrapped up in the pleasure to care about the hard floor that he was about to land on. It didn't register in his mind that the hard floor never did impact his back or head, but something very springy and slightly sticky did. His brain was shutting down as his body began to react to the woman bouncing atop him, her sex pulling at his cock and urging him to what was going to be a phenomenal orgasm. As he neared the orgasm, the redhead dropped hard onto his cock and just ground her pelvis against his. Her labia continued to try and suck his entire body through their tiny opening as the soft internal membranes manipulated, massaged and pulled his dick as deep as it would go. Mark tried as hard as he could to make the pleasure last, but when he looked up into the face of what had to be a succubus riding him and saw her hungry gaze upon him, he lost all control. His cum shot deep into her body, and his hips thrust several times, trying to get even deeper than his body would go. The succubus above him continued to grind as her body sucked harder at his member, pulling the orgasm out of him. When his balls felt empty, the redhead lowered her body atop his and rested her arms on his chest, her hands on Mark's shoulders. She lay there for a second, her face in his neck, just relaxing, as Mark's body slowly recovered from the immense pleasure she had given him. Even though he knew what she was, he was still surprised that his dick remained hard inside her soft, sensual tunnel. After a few minutes, she raised her head and looked down at his face. "Rachel will be with you soon, now that I've weakened you too much to really fight her," she said. "She likes it when her prey resists a little; but in the end, they are always willing to give her all she wants." With that, Mark watched the redhead rise up off his tired body. When she climbed off his still raging hard-on, he could tell that her pussy very reluctantly let him go. As she rose and left his him, he let his hands slide down her trim thighs and come to rest on the soft bedding that they had landed on. As she stood on the floor, he tried to raise his head, but found that he was unable to fight the soft stickiness of the material he was lying on. "What's your name?" he asked the succubus as she turned to walk away. She turned around and looked back at him with a bit of a shocked look on her face. "I'm Regina, and you're the first man to ask me that afterward," she said. "Most men are either too tired or just too aroused to think about anything but what was to come next." "Regina," Mark said, trying to raise his head again, but not getting anywhere, "what am I lying on?" "My web, of course," came Regina's voice, but from somewhere in the darkness above where his head was resting. Regina blew Mark a kiss, turned around and walked seductively into the surrounding darkness. Mark tried to rise up from his entrapment, so he could follow that beautiful swaying ass and have another go with Regina. As he moved, he felt the bedding shudder around him. When he couldn't get his head to rise anymore, he struggled with the stickiness under his legs and arms. As he tried to lift them, the feminine voice above him laughed, and Mark felt his cock react to the seductive nature of it...or was it the soft, silky touch of the material he was lying on. Succubus Ranch Ch. 06 "Trying to escape already, my little fly?" came the voice from above him. Mark suddenly caught a slight difference in that voice than Regina's, but they sounded very similar. "Most of my prey doesn't struggle so much after my sister has toyed with them. You're going to be a fun one, aren't you?" Mark suddenly felt a rush of fear enter his body and course through his veins. He started to struggle harder on top of what he guessed really was a web. As he tried to toss and turn from side to side to break free, the web began to bounce with his efforts. Unexpectedly, his body finally rolled over, but he could still feel the web on his backside as his body came to land, face down, on another part of the web. "Aww, how sweet," came the sensual voice from above him again. "You've wrapped yourself up for me, already. But, as I'm sure you will agree soon enough, I can do a much better job of wrapping you tightly in my silky embrace." Once again, lying on his stomach, and bound by the sticky web, Mark's penis jerked at the thought of being embraced in something silky. As if thinking for itself, the little head felt the soft sticky silk it was trapped in when it jerked and twitched some more. Mark suppressed his groan of pleasure, his mind trying to keep control and hoping to figure out a way from becoming a cocooned desiccated corpse, hanging from the ceiling. He felt movement on the web from where the voice had come from, and his position now allowed him to look up with his eyes and slightly raise his head. What greeted his eyes first was the largest spider's body he had ever seen, but with only four legs instead of eight. They came to hard points, each one taking easy steps on the white sticky webbing toward Mark. He was unable to bring his eyes any further up the body of the spider that was approaching him, but if the vision that Maradith had shown him, then this was actually a dryder, not a spider. "Now, to do a much better job at wrapping my present up," came the seductive voice just as the spider portion of the body reached Mark. He felt a pair of hands touch his shoulders and start to lift him up. The strength behind those arms was able to pry Mark and the webs that bound him from the rest of the web. As his body rose higher, he felt a second pair of hands gently grab his arms near at the biceps. The second pair of hands gripped his lower arms, near the wrists and his hips. He saw the human portion of the dryder's body a little at a time as he was lifted. His first sight was the area where the spider portion's hard sleek and shiny exoskeleton seemed to instantly change into a woman's soft sensual flesh. It looked liked the top of flared hips that curved sensually into a trip waist and flat stomach. Mark noted that where her belly button should have been was a covering with four closed flaps over it. As she lifted him higher, he was greeted by her large breasts, the nipples pointing prominently from wide areoles. These too seemed to have tightly closed openings in them. When he forced his eyes past the sides of her breasts, he could see that she did indeed have to sockets on each side for two sets of arms. Before he could follow the soft flesh of her arms, he was raised higher and he saw the slender neck with a large mane of red hair behind it. Then he found himself looking Rachel in the face. His mouth dropped open and his dick twitched again as Mark's brain took in the likeness of Regina that he was staring at. There were only a few slight differences, and they were quite noticeable ones, at that. The one that stood out first was the curve of six extra eyes on her forehead, all of which were red, like her hair, with dark as night pupils in the centers. Her two almost normal eyes were larger than average, but showed warmth and happiness in them. He could look into those eyes and feel his mind forgetting that it was a monster that was holding him in her grasp. This nice, and somewhat arousing, thought came to a halt when Rachel stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. Mark, at first, looked at the voluptuous lips, wanting to kiss them and let their tongues play together. When she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, she opened it with a smile and showed a row of perfect white teeth. As he watched, she opened her mouth wide, and two limbs seemed to reach out from each side of her mouth toward him as a pair of needle-small fangs dropped down out of the top of her mouth. Mark slammed his eye lids shut in horror, and began to struggle to escape this monster's grasp. The hands holding him gripped just a bit tighter and the dryder gave a soft chuckle. "That's it, my prey," she cooed, as she pulled Mark's body closer to hers. "Squirm to escape as I make you mine." As Mark did his best to kick his feet and shake his body all about, he felt something even stickier touch his toes. He had seen plenty of spiders in their webs with larger prey do what he knew she was doing now. Still, when one of her front spider legs touched his leg, he tried to squirm even more, not knowing that his movements kept placing his legs in better position for the webbing to be wrapped tighter around them. He began to grunt with the exertion, but he could feel the cocoon forming up his legs slowly, the silky, yet sticky, material feeling sensual as well as binding. When the webbing reached his mid-thigh level, Mark began to thrust his hips to fight off the monster possibly trapping his legs for good. Rachel, by her words, must have thought Mark was trying to do something else. "My, aren't you in a hurry for the nicest part," she cooed, her breath sliding across his cheek. Mark opened his eyes and saw that she had pulled him very close to her body during his struggles and he hadn't noticed until that point that her hard nipples were pressing into his chest. "I guess we should go ahead and show you the pleasure so you might calm down some. If you don't, then I will have to bite you now instead of later." Mark shivered with fear, thinking of those fangs she showed him earlier sinking into his flesh, whether now or later. As his mind tried to think of a way to escape his predicament, he felt one of her hands take his still hard dick and pull it free from the webbing that had wrapped it tight to his belly. Her fingers felt soft and warm as they wrapped around his erection, caressing it like a lover would. As she stroked him, he felt her pushing it downward, causing him some discomfort; but then the head of it touched something that was warm and wet, where her hand just let it slide up and down what must have been her pussy's lips. The spider leg that had all this time still been wrapped his lower body pulled Mark forward. His mind seemed to snap from whatever was holding it to his body and flew spiraling into a realm that was filled with the most sexually pleasing feelings imaginable. Mark's body thrust forward on its own after the initial entry of those lips, and he found himself buried in what was the best feeling vagina he had ever known...even better than Regina's had been. "That's it, lover," Rachel breathed into his ear, her four arms now wrapped tightly around his torso, from just above his ass, his lower back, his upper back, and around his head. "Enjoy my sexual silk as it cocoons your cock for mine and your pleasure." Mark felt her lips kiss and suckle on his earlobe, causing his body to shudder. Her mouth moved lower, off his ear and under his jaw line. She moved her lips even lower to his neck, where her tongue gave it a sensual lick. Mark groaned, holding perfectly still in this lover's embrace that he suddenly didn't want to escape. He felt something move on his stomach, where Rachel's stomach was pressed against his own. Her lower hands rubbed between them, one at a time, sliding something that seemed to be liquid around his sides and arms. Her spider leg began to pull and push his hips back and forth in an extremely slow motion, sliding Mark's cock in and out of her love tunnel. As the pleasure built in him, he thought she must be enjoying the pleasure too, since he felt not only her cum seeping out and around his balls, but even her breasts seemed to be leaking. His first thought that something was wrong, though it didn't stay long as the pleasure in his groin built higher and higher, was when he felt her tongue sliding around the back of his neck and around the other side, while her sensual and sucking lips remained at the same side where her kiss had begun. He could feel the liquid on her tongue sticking to his skin, drying as the tongue moved away and around his shoulders. Mark groaned as he was pushed closer and closer to orgasm, something he wanted, even though he didn't want the pleasure of this embrace to end. He tried to move his own hips, but found that they were wrapped too tightly, but not by her spider leg. It just guided his hips movements ever so slowly. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her body and hold her as she was holding him, but his arms were bound to his sides, as well. Again, he could tell it wasn't her arms that were holding them in place, either. He could fell them caressing his body through the softest, yet tight, material that now held him. "You want me to let you cum, don't you, my prey?" Rachel asked, her lips back at his ear. Her tongue reached out again, and began to slide around it, then over it, coating that side with the sticky saliva it was covered with. "Gnn...please," he moaned, begging as best as he could, trying as hard as he might to move his hips on his own. Rachel pulled her tongue in again and pulled her head away from the side of his neck. She looked Mark straight in the face, her large eyes staring into his, now showing a lustful hunger that he had not seen there earlier. "I'm almost done wrapping you nice and tight, then I'll give you the release you came to me for," she moaned, as his cock sank deep into her pussy again. She leaned forward and kissed Mark passionately, her tongue slide softly into his mouth. Her saliva mixed with his and he tasted something with a spicy hint to it in his mouth. Her tongue slid all around the inside of his mouth, probing every part of it that could be reached. As it retreated, he thought his mouth was left filled with silk. When she pulled her lips away from his, he tried to beg for another kiss, but he found his mouth still stuck open, but full of the sticky silk that he knew his body was wrapped up in. "Now," Rachel said, showing Mark her smile again, this time her fangs dropped down and a couple of drops of venom sitting at the bottom of them. "Now, to finish your cocoon and to give you my love bite, my delicious prey." Mark tried to scream as fear gripped him, suddenly remembering that this was a spider that had him in its embrace. As he watched, she blew him a kiss and then her tongue, longer than a foot, slid out of her mouth and began to lick all over his face and head. Mark's world was quickly nothing but darkness as the saliva solidified into her webbing. He felt his body being pulled tight to hers; his cock, which had almost been pulled completely out of her pussy, was thrust deep into her body once again. Then he felt her head rest against the other side of his head, and her mouth pressing into his wrapped neck. He could feel the pressure of her grasping mouth claws wrap around his neck and then the piercing fangs puncture his neck. Mark screamed into his gag at the pain and the slow burn of the venom that was injected into his blood stream. His mind reeled at the thought that his entire insides were about to be melted away by the acidic poisons she was injecting him; but his body, thanks to the rush of fear, ejaculated with a release he had never felt before. Not wanting to think of the pain or his impending death, Mark let himself sink into the pleasure of orgasm, and moaned with the pleasure of it. His body was still held tightly to the dryder succubus, her nipples still pressing into his chest through the cocoon she had wrapped him in. Mark lost himself in the bliss that was rising from his crotch, and felt that part of him was being released into her womb that wasn't really his cum. His mind shut down with the pleasure overload, and his body continued to inject the dryder's pussy as she continued to inject him with her poison. Mark came around some time later, but he didn't know how long it had been. He was exhausted, and his body felt weak; but Mark did notice that his arms were no longer at his sides. Moving his head as far as he could, and looking through the fog that his mind was still wrapped in from the pleasure that still hung there, he could see that he was above the ground, hanging in another web with his arms splayed out wide, along with his legs spread apart. "Mmm...my prey is awake for more," Rachel said from behind him. At the sound of her voice, Mark's traitorous dick twitched with anticipation and began to rise for the occasion. He felt her arms slide around him; dragging moisture like that he had felt inside her pussy earlier sliding along his skin. Everywhere it touched his skin, his pores sang with pleasure. As her hands reached his chest, and caressed his nipples, Mark arched his back; letting his head lay back on what must have been Rachel's shoulder. She turned her head and kissed his willing parted lips. Her hands continued to rub a thin layer of her pussy's cocooning silk along his skin, her spider abdomen rising from between Mark's legs. She broke off the kiss and moved her kisses back to his neck. He felt just a slight twinge of fear of her fangs sinking in again, but his dick leaped to near full erection at the memory of the orgasm he had last time. One of her hands reached down and rubbed the pussy juice/webbing along his shaft as the spider abdomen rose to where he could see the underside of it and the very tip with a slight opening to it. As he watched, the filament tips moved in a manner that, before his previous orgasm, Mark would have thought it grotesque. But, the pink that was hidden underneath them kept showing through, and Mark knew what was going to happen before Rachel told him. "I'm going to slide you in there, and it's going to be so sticky, you won't be able to come out of it again until there is nothing left," she whispered seductively into his ear. "My pussy silk is going to cause you to keep producing more and more cum and your body's going to become my dinner when there is nothing left inside you. How do you feel about cumming to death for me, my scrumptious prey." Mark groaned before turning his head as far as he could to look directly into her eight eyes. "Anything, my predator," he groaned. "Just as long as it is for you." Mark moved his head forward and kissed her lips just as her abdomen moved into position. He felt the webbing filaments touch and caress the sensitive head of his cock, pulling it into the pink opening behind it. As she pulled him deep into her opening, Mark's mind snapped with another touch of fear of his coming death; but this time, the fear instantly disappeared with his bidding. He couldn't think of a better way to die. Her hands spread more and more of her pussy webbing all over his body, occasionally pinching his nipples, or playing with his balls from between his legs. Mark's body quickly reached the intensity he felt before when she fucked him, but his mind was unable to escape into darkness this time. His orgasm wracked his body with pleasure that he didn't think anyone could ever feel and be the same again afterward. As the orgasm continued, he lost track of time or even cared if it had stopped or sped up. All he wanted was for it to never end. But, deep down, he knew it would end, with his own demise. As it neared, a sudden phrase popped into his mind that the owner of the Succubus Ranch had told him upon meeting. Jason's words sounded clear as crystal just as the blackness of his death began to take over. "No one truly dies here, Mark, I can promise you that." ----- Mark's son opened the large envelope that was delivered via secured mail. As he looked opened it, he found a short letter along with a savings book and some pictures. He looked at the piece of shit, run down trailer home with a very old and rusted pick-up truck parked outside of it. Other pictures showed the inside of the trailer was filled with pictures of Mark's father smiling and holding a baby in them, most of the time looking at the baby in his arms. The young man saw in one picture that a newspaper was lying on the dusty coffee table, which sat in front of an old, torn, battered couch that had lasted much longer than it should have. He went to his personal office and pulled out a magnifying glass, his mind questioning when these pictures were taken. To his surprise, he found that the date on the paper was just over a week ago. He quickly looked at the letter and began reading it, tears slowly welling up in his eyes. "My dearest Stephen, I know that if you are reading this letter, then you have told me what I was afraid to hear from you. I can't blame you, though. If my father had been as lacking in showing love to his child as I had been, then I would feel angry with him too, especially after twenty-five years. I just hope that someday you can forgive me for my absence in your life all this time. I have sent you the savings account booklet I started for you when your mother left me. I never told her about it for fear that she would have taken the money away from you and used it for her own personal gain. As you will notice, I've added at least $100 to it each week, when I was paid. On your birthdays, I couldn't give you more than an extra $25, but I had hoped you would understand my lack of being able to do more. The pictures are of my home and truck, along with the three acres of property that I own. I know it's a piece of shit to look at; but for me, it has been home sweet home for so long, I can't bear to be have anything better. Besides, the money I was making really wasn't for me. It was for you. When I finally die, it will be yours to do with as you wish, as you are my last living relative. I am sorry, my son, for not being there for you; and I really do hope that someday we can meet and maybe, at least, possibly, be friends. Your loving father, Mark" Stephen set the letter down, looked at the envelope's postal stamp and grabbed his cell phone. Glad he still kept the number saved as a contact, he let it auto dial the detective agency. "Sarah, its Stephen. I know I told you to stop looking for my father a week ago, but I want you to look for him again. I've even got a place for you to start from, this time, besides just his first name. It's the post office here in town." He picked up the savings booklet and opened it, looking at the last entry. The words "fuck me" crossed his mind as he uttered into the phone, "Money's no object, either." Copyright 2008 © by Jason Morris. All rights reserved. Sorry for the long wait, but writer's block and be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Succubus Ranch Ch. 07a This story is copyrighted 2008 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. * Sindi had been standing at the gas pump for just a few moments when the radio began to play a song that seemed to fit the mood. "On a dark desert highway, Cool wind in my hair, Warm smell of colitas, Rising up through the air." "Well, if colitas is a high octane gasoline, then yep, I'm right there with you, Don," Sindi said to her radio. She looked around the single island of two gas pumps at the old gas station in the middle of the Nevada desert, just wondering where in the hell she really was. "You guys better not be having fun without me," she said to herself. Sindi's short fire-red hair caressed her jaw line with its edges, in a tickling fashion. She could just hear in the distance the sound of a wolf being carried by the gentle breeze. Thinking about wild animals, even those as beautiful as wolves, made her just a little bit nervous to be standing out in the open like this. She turned her attention to the blackness just outside the ancient lights of the gas station. She thought she could see shadows moving at this midnight hour, dark images that didn't look like animals or humans. A shiver ran down her back, causing Sindi to cross her arms tightly to her lower chest. She strained her eyes to make out those shapes, knowing that they couldn't be real monsters; but those shapes had to be something. If there was just a little more light, she thought to herself, wondering where the traffic had gone. Since pulling into the gas station, it seemed all the cars that she had been seeing on highway just disappeared. There hadn't been a car to pass the gas station since she had climbed out of it. The only real close noise was that of the older model pump clicking the numbers over as the price changed. Turning her attention back to the only way in and out of the station, she could barely make out the edge of the road in the darkness. It, apparently, was her luck for the full moon to go behind a very thick cloud bank while she was refueling. Once again, the sound of the wolf's howl in the distance drug her attention back to the pitch black darkness around the island of light she stood in. "I thought the desert was supposed to be beautiful," she said aloud, just to hear her own voice. "Why does it have to be so creepy?" She had a sudden feeling that the darkness was creeping in from behind her, and she slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder, thinking to herself it was just like a horror movie. She was going to see the evil monster, mouth salivating and long tongue hanging out, hundreds of long white razor-sharp teeth, staring her face, waiting for the green scaly claws to finish ripping her five foot one inch frame to shreds no bigger than confetti. She had just seen that the darkness had not come into the lighted area and let out a sigh of relief when the sigh burst into a yelp of shock and surprise. Her cell phone, deep inside her low slung, very tight, jeans was playing Hotel California as it vibrated against her inner thighs. The feeling, at that moment of release from the fear that had gripped her, almost made her press it harder into its location so it would stimulate her more. Instead, Sindi did what she knew she should do. She reached into her pocket slowly, giving the vibrations more time to play its music into her body, before reluctantly pulling it out. She saw Cinder's picture on the screen and answered the call. She needed to find out where she was going to meet back up with the band. "Hey, Cinder, what's up? ... Yeah, I know I'm late, but it was a pain in the ass to get the guy to stop staring at me and give me your new mike." Sindi shook her head at how easily she had been spooked by the desert, especially since there was now traffic moving regularly on the road and the full moon lit up the desert in a beautiful evening shade of blues, grays and black. She could even smell something floral on the wind, just underneath the smell of the gasoline. "Yeah, I'm still here. Sorry. What were you saying again? ... Okay, for starters, I was getting your new mike, Cinder, and you guys are the ones that left me behind...of course my car's fast. It's a fucking Mustang! ... Ha. Ha. Very funny. Yes, I'm sure I can catch up, too." She stood still for a bit, listening to Cinder talk and hearing the other girls in the band doing something in the background that sounded like fun. Damn them. She heard a loud click and saw the gas pump had stopped. "Okay, I'll hurry and catch up with you guys soon," she said into the phone as she walked to the glass enclosure of the gas station. "Do you have a map of the area?" she asked the man behind the counter. He looked up at Sindi with little more than a glance, just catching her eyes, before looking under the counter and pulling out a folded up map. He slid it across the counter as grabbed a pen set out for customers paying with credit cards. "Where are the next couple of stops you guys are going to make for fuel so I'll know which direction to head in?" After scribbling down a couple of intersections on the front of the map, Sindi put the pen back and picked up the map. "Okay, and where are we playing again, in case I don't meet up with you before then?" "All right, I don't think I'm too far behind you guys; but if I am, I'll see you tomorrow night at the club." Sindi hung up her cell phone and slid it deep into her front pocket, and pulling out $40's and handed it to the older man. She took her change and gave the attendant a nice little smile before making a purposeful spin on her heals and let her ass sway from side to side on the way back to the burnt orange mustang with its black racing stripes. I bet it's the best looking ass he's seen in years, she thought during the walk. When she climbed into driver seat, the sound door closing and locking was like a gospel choir singing "Hallelujah." The next chorus was when she heard her own tires squeal out of the lot and back onto the highway in the traffic. --- It seemed like it had been days, though she knew it was only been about five hours since she had left the gas station. The horizon behind her was just starting to lighten up as the sun slowly reached it, and her head was beginning to grow heavy and her sight was growing dim from the long drive over night. Sindi pulled over and looked at her cell phone for the twentieth time and saw that it still had no bars. "Can you hear me now, my fucking ass," she said aloud, just to hear a voice. Sindi picked up the map for the first time, figuring that it was about time to figure out just exactly where she really was. She at least knew that she had remained on the same highway since leaving the gas station. Opening it, she was surprised to find a bright red dot on the map showing with the words, in the same red ink, "YOU GOT THIS MAP HERE" written next to it. Following the blue line of the small highway east, Sindi unfolded the next portion of the map and saw a large red X just off the highway, not far from where she believed she was at, with the words "SUCCUBUS RANCH" next to it. "Well, even a ranch this far out in the middle of no where should have a phone of some sort," she said to herself. "If anything, I might be able to talk them into letting me catch some sleep in a spare room. Hell, anything is better than driving while I'm this tired." As she drove on, still headed toward the left over darkness of the waning night, Sindi saw a shimmering light. As she got closer, she discovered that the light was coming from a large neon sign at the end of an entrance to a parking lot. A very scantily clad woman with black bat wings and small horns was glowing in the reds of the neon wrapped around the form. The name of the business almost caused Sindi to decide to sleep in her car after all. "Succubus Ranch is a brothel?" she asked the empty seat next to her, glancing at the map lying there. "I'm probably going to hell for this, but I can at least see if they'll let me sleep here for a few hours. If not, at least I'll finally be talking to someone else instead of myself." As it was in the early morning hours, Sindi was able to find a spot real close to the two story building. Climbing out of the car, she marveled for a moment at how elegant this southern-style plantation house while it was surrounded by nothing but a parking lot and barren desert land. Movement on the large porch caught her attention, and she could have sworn that she saw the grey fluffy tail of a wolf move around the corner of the building through the porch railings. "Now I know I need some sleep," she said aloud. Damn, I better stop talking to myself or the owners will think I'm crazy. Walking with a tired ache in her body, Sindi mounted the steps and walked easily to the door. For the briefest moment, there was a slight weight upon her as she made the last steps across the porch; but she shrugged it off as just the ache of her body from the long drive. Raising her hand to knock on the door, she was surprised when it opened before she could do so. "Well, if it isn't the sexy little Sindi, from DVnt Sound," came a very husky and feminine voice. Sindi could barely see the woman standing there, thanks to the sun just cresting the horizon. "Well, come in, young lady, and let's get you comfortable and relaxed." The words "comfortable" and "relaxed" flowed into Sindi's mind and she instantly felt drained of what little strength she had. She dragged her feet a bit as she crossed the threshold and into the darker interior of the building. To her surprise, the temperature was warmer than the cool dawn temps that were outside. There was even just a touch of humidity that was refreshing after the dry air of the desert. "How did you know my name?" Sindi asked the woman as she blinked the sun spots out of her eyes. When they cleared and she was able to see clearly, Sindi felt a new kind of heat and moisture that had nothing to do with the air around her. The woman's face was near angelic, as best as Sindi could describe to herself. The high cheek bones and slightly thin nose gave her a European look. The beautiful face was surrounded by straight, but still beautiful, shiny raven-black tresses. The hair flowed freely and framed the face and head perfectly. Showing against the black veil of the hair, a slender neck lead from the base of the head to a pair of bare shoulders, where a few strands caressed the top of them while the rest of the hair parted to either the front or back. The hair at the front rested comfortably atop a pair of breasts that could never be described as too large or too small; and they were held in place by a corset that was just as read as Sindi's hair. The eyes continued to flow down the extremely trimmed waist, shaped by the corset, where just a hint of the midriff was showing beneath it. Further down, and past the bare skin that seemed to call for someone to touch and caress it, Sindi saw the woman wore low-rise jeans, very much like her own. The jeans showed the swell of the hips and the light bumps of the pelvic bones, not making it look grotesque, but more exotic. Following the jeans down, Sindi saw that they had to be tighter than her own pair. Sindi wondered if she had just painted the pants on those long toned legs instead of trying to squeeze into them, she saw that the woman's feet were barely visible beneath the cuffs. While making out the tip of a bare toe at the end of the sandal they were in, Sindi thought this woman could be from heaven or she could be from hell. Blushing, she quickly looked up from the toes, knowing that she must have been caught staring, but once again enjoying the sweeping view of this drop-dead gorgeous woman before her. Sindi tried to look her in the eyes; but as soon as her pupils did look into the other woman's, Sindi averted them once again; unable to take the desire that this woman's gaze caused her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "It's okay, dear," sang the woman's voice again. "All of our guests give me a once over every time they come here...even the regular customers. I'm used to it, as I'm sure you are used to men's and women's eyes sliding over your sexy little body." Sindi blushed even more, but smiled at the fact this woman was right. She was used to it, and even enjoyed it, most of the time. "As for your earlier question, I saw your band's bus pass by and thought it would be nice to have a band play here one night. After a bit of searching, I found your band, and you of course; and I just hoped that I could get my hands on all of you. It looks like I get to have you around first." "I'm sorry," Sindi replied, looking up at the woman. "You will have to discuss that with our manager, Clayton." "Don't worry, I will," the woman said. "But first, I'm being rude. My name is Maradith, I am the co-owner of Succubus Ranch. Jason, who is the other owner, is a little busy right now, taking care of a situation the fuse box. Now, I'm going to guess you aren't here for the usual. From the looks in your eyes, and the way you're swaying back and forth, you're just looking for a place to stop for the day." Looking back at Maradith, Sindi nodded. "Yes, that was all that I was going to ask of you. That and the use of your phone, if that would be okay?" "That would be perfect, sweetie," Maradith said, reaching up with a feminine hand and reaching into her own cleavage. She pulled out of it a small keychain with a single key on it and handed it toward the tired redhead. "We like to keep a room open for the rare guests that come along and just wanting a place to sleep. You will find it right up the stairs on the third floor and the third room on the right." "Third floor?" Sindi shook her head as the question just popped out of her mouth. Not able to stop from asking, she blurted out her curiosity. "There were only two floors of this building when I came in." "The Ranch isn't quite like other places. You'll find several things that just seem to be more magical than you would expect each and every time you visit us. Now, go on upstairs, get your rest and make your calls." At that moment, the lights flickered and then went out in the hallway. As if just as quickly, a small flame lit up and took its place atop a candle between her and Maradith. "Sometimes, I just wish he'd call a repairman, than try to do it himself," Maradith said, a haunting, but seductive, smile playing across her lips as looked at Sindi in the gloom. "I think it may be better if I show you the way." Sindi soon found herself climbing the stairs behind Maradith into the darkness of the upper floors. Her eyes were easily drawn to the curves of the other woman's very fine bum, shaking seductively with each step. She thought about how nice it was to be bisexual and able to enjoy both worlds. She then hoped that maybe some light conversation may get her a chance to possibly lure this woman into her room for a bit of fun. Maradith did call her sexy, after all. She probably swings both ways, too; or so Sindi hoped. "So, what exactly is a succubus?" she asked Maradith's backside. "A succubus is supposedly a mythical female demon that visits its lovers in their dreams and has carnal relations with them. Some believe that she will do this over many nights, draining the life of her victim until they expire in a most glorious, mind blowing, blissful orgasm." Maradith's words sounded more husky and seductive as she talked and Sindi lost herself in the voice of this woman leading her into the darkness. She didn't even notice they were now walking along a corridor until Maradith stopped suddenly. Sindi had just noticed where she was and that there were voices down the corridor, but they sounded more like moans and grunts of others in sexual pleasure. Before she saw Maradith standing still, Sindi was unable to stop herself and walked right into Maradith, the bump causing the woman to drop the candle. The light was immediately extinguished and the entire area was engulfed in pitch black. Before Sindi could apologize, she felt a hand slide around her shoulders and another around her side and come to rest on her back. A woman's mouth breathed hot breath against her lips, while a hint of chocolate and cedar seemed to play near her nose. Instantly, her mouth was pressed upon by Maradith's, the woman's tongue sliding easily between her lips and lightly teasing her own. Sindi was pressed against a wall as Maradith pressed her body into her. Just as quickly, the kiss ended, just as Sindi began to moan with appreciation, and a flame leaped into the darkness as Maradith relit the candle. "I'm sorry about that," she told Sindi, lustfully leering at her. "I should have said we were here before stopping so suddenly." Sindi watched Maradith slide the key into the door knob and give it a turn, causing the loud click of the lock undoing to echo through the dark corridor. Sindi still leaned against the wall, her eyes begging Maradith to return to the lurid and hungry kiss. As if she was reading Sindi's mind, Maradith leaned down toward the shorter, younger woman. Sadness rose in Sindi's body when she felt Maradith's lips just give a light, but slightly wet, kiss on her cheek instead of on her lips. "Your room awaits, Sindi," she said, standing up straight again. "Just go on in and relax. I'll wake you up when you have had enough." Maradith then began to walk away down the corridor, the small circle of light ahead of her slowly growing smaller and smaller. Sindi didn't want to be stuck in the dark hallway alone, and quickly entered her room and closing the door behind her. She leaned against the door, and closed her eyes. One hand grabbed a breast through the pink T-Shirt, completely crushing the "OWS" of the word "SWALLOWS" that was printed on it. The picture of two swallows was being wrinkled with the mauling of her hand. As she thought about the feel of Maradith's body pressed against her, and that lust filled and sexual kiss, Sindi's other hand quickly undid her pants button and slid deep into her crotch and began to play with herself. "God, no woman, even Cary, has ever kissed me like that," she said to herself. She arched her back a little so she could dig her hand further down her panties, but quickly stopped at the rough feeling of the door behind her. If she did that too long, she would scratch her back all to hell. Sindi stood erect and opened her eyes for the first time in her room, but gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. She tasted her own juices and felt her need grow at the taste; but the fact that she was standing in a small grove of trees instead of an actual bedroom was giving her mind too much of an overload for her body to respond the way it wanted to. She turned around to open the door, but found that it was no longer there. What she had been leaning against, and was scratching her back roughly, had actually been the bark of a large tree. She put her hands on the tree and felt all along the trunk, trying to find a door handle in it, thinking that the whole scenery that is behind her was just an illusion or her tired mind playing tricks on her. There had to be a way to get in and out of this place. When she couldn't find one, she felt the fear from the gas station start to creep back under her skin. Thanks to Maradith's kiss and her playing just seconds before, her nipples were hard nubs, and the fear helped to keep them that way, too. Succubus Ranch Ch. 07a "Oh god, where am I?" she asked herself, quickly turning her back on the tree and facing the woods she was standing it. She looked through the dark woods, able to see the outlines of other trees thanks to a full moon hanging in the sky above her. The scene was pretty, if haunting, thought Sindi. If only she knew how she had gone from a southwestern desert to what looked like a southeastern wood. Let alone, through a doorway that now no longer existed. "Welcome to Wonderland, Alice," Sindi said aloud, stepping away from the tree, hoping that she would find herself walking into a wall that was painted to look like the woods around her. "So, your name is Alice, then," a husky female voice said from the shadows in front of her. Sindi stopped her progress and stood perfectly still; her eyes staring at the clump of small trees that she thought the voice had come from. "My names Sindi," she whispered. "Who's there? A low shadow walked out from behind the group of trees, destroying Sindi's hope for it to just be a painting. The large shadow remained out of what little light from the moon that had filtered all the way into the woods. It was low to the ground, and walked on all fours, moving from darker shadow to darker shadow. "We are the matriarchs of these woods, sweet Sindi." Sindi spun around and looked at the tree she supposedly walked through to end up here. The voice had come from it, or behind it, rather. She watched as another low, four legged creature walked from behind the shadows and behind another tree. This time, she saw that it had a long bushy tail that was high in the air. The long bushy tail meant that whatever it was, it wasn't a mountain lion, or bear, since their tails were either long and slender, or very short. These creatures must be some extremely over grown dogs. "It's good that we found you before the boys did," a voice in the darkness behind Sindi spoke. She spun around just in time to see the bushy tail shadow move behind a bush again. "Yes, they can be quite rough with their prey," another voice spoke from behind her again, but sounding a little bit closer. Sindi spun on her heel, and faced where the voice was coming from. Again, she only saw a bit of the hind leg of the large creature and its long tail. "I hope we can play with you before they show up." The voice was behind her again, and a whole lot closer. Sindi whipped around as fast as she could and saw the back half of a very large wolf just step behind a large tree. Determined to see her stalker, she watched the opposite side of the tree for the animal to come out in the small bit of light that was there. She expected to see the snout and head first, then the neck and front legs; but the back paw showed up first, and Sindi froze as the other back paw stepped out, without the body preceding them. She followed the clawed furry leg up its length and found her eyes looking with a bit of apprehension, and a touch of desire, at the feminine form that the legs were taking as they moved past the long wolf foot. She saw the distinct swishing of the tail behind the legs, but kept her eyes on the full form. When she reached the muscled fur covered thighs, she noticed that there was just the smallest bare patch of flesh showing in the crotch. The moonlight showed that the fur on the thighs was slightly damp. Sindi's eyes continued to flow up the slim waist of her stalker, constantly noticing the brownish-grey fur covering all of this she-wolf standing before her. Her eyes traveled up the flat stomach area and onto a human looking pair of breasts, pointing happily at Sindi's stare. The nipples, like the crotch, was lacking fur, and rose and fell with each breath the fur covered woman took. Sindi's eyes continued to rove up the body, taking in that one arm of the woman was angled out, with the hand resting on her cocked out hip, while the other leaned the front paw and forearm against the tree she stood next too. Finally, Sindi's eyes reached the woman's head and her jaw dropped wide open. She didn't rightly know what to expect to see, but her mind was telling her that this had to be a woman in a costume. The face, in her mind, was going to be a woman's face, possibly with a fake small plastic muzzle on the front and very fake looking ear coming out of her hair. The muzzle was there, but it was angled down some, the black wet nose twitching as it sniffed the air. A pair of silver irises, with a feral and hungry look, stared right into Sindi's as the young woman took in the visage of a real wolf's face, but somehow able to show the emotions on it like a humans. "When you can see a wolf that was walking around you," spoke the she-wolf leaning on the tree, "you should keep in mind that there is very likely one coming up behind you as well." "I'm not falling for that trick," Sindi whispered, not knowing where any bit of courage she just showed was coming from. Her mind screamed 'this isn't real' but the smell of the wood, the cool fall temperature on her skin and the hard double points of two nipples into her back told her it was most definitely real. Sindi jumped away and spun around from what had touched her back; and she saw that, indeed, there was another one. Just as beautiful, as the other wolfess, but with grey fur instead of the brownish color of the other one. The yellow eyes gave Sindi the same feral look, and the hunger matched the look of the other wolfess. Shit, thought Sindi, turning her head and body so she was able to see both of the women on each side of her. "Lana, you spooked her," said the wolfess that walked closer from the tree. "She looks far too skittish to not be spooked easily," Lana, said to the other. Both wolves leaned down on the front paws and walked just like wolves in a small circle around Sindi. "It may take us longer than usual to really get in and taste her, Bella." Sindi stood in one spot, slowly turning as the two wolves walked around her, talking to each other as if talking about their next meal. She knew that she wouldn't be able to out run them, because of the constant circling, they were always in the position to give chase. Looking around the ground, she didn't see any rocks or fallen branches that she could use as a weapon. "I want the first taste," Lana growled. "You had first taste last time," Bella growled back. "I get to taste this little kitty first." The two continued to circle and bicker back and forth for a few more revolutions, Sindi's constant turning making her a little dizzier with each slow turn. "You can have the second taste, after I get it warmed up with my breath," Lana spoke up. "Deal," was Bella's reply. At that single word, Bella leaped forward, landing on her hind legs and standing up, right in front of Sindi. The frightened lithe redhead stumbled backward, her legs being tripped up by Lana, who had slunk low and behind her. Sindi's back hit the soft pile of fall leaves that were there, but the back of her head sank to fast and gave the soft earth a good smack. Sindi felt dizzy from the constant spinning, the fall, and the light bump on her head. She felt the claws and rough pads of the wolf paws raking across her body, along her clothes, but never seeming to do more than lightly scratch her skin beneath. She could hear the clothes being shredded and felt the cool air seeping underneath her pants legs and now torn shirt. She tried to reach out with a hand to defend herself, but a hard growl just above her chest made her stop the protestation of the rending of her clothes. When she felt that all of her clothes had been removed, and the light breeze blowing freely across her nipples, Sindi suddenly felt a pair of warm furry bodies lie atop each side of hers. The two wolf-women were straddling her legs with their hind legs, and had one front paw on each arm; and the other front paw on her chest between her small A-cup sized breasts. "There's not much here to devour," Bella spoke. "They will still be useful," replied Lana. Sindi closed her eyes, knowing that these two wolves were about to rip into her chest through the breasts and ribs. Her heart raced with fear inside that chest, the blood filled with fear and shock at the fact she was going to die so young. A single tear flowed down her cheek just a she felt a single drop of saliva fall perfectly on her nipple. She yelped when she felt the first touch on her hard nipples, both at the same time. The short yell wasn't one of pain, but one of shock and surprise. It wasn't their teeth that ripped into her soft flesh; but it was their tongues that slid tenderly from under the breast, up across the nipple. The tips of the tongues lifted up just as the edge of the tongues reached her nipples, giving them a slight flick with the motion. Sindi's heart stopped, as well as her breathing when she felt the tongues begin the slow trace from under her breasts again. She let out her breath in a deep sigh of relief that they hadn't killed her yet, her heart starting again. "I think she's beginning to understand," Lana said, as Bella's tongue worked once more on the nipple. Sindi lifted opened her eyes and lifted her head a little and looked down her prone body, and saw both of the she-wolves sets of eyes were looking at her. As one, both wolves winked at Sindi and she smiled at them before letting out another sharp and short cry. The wolves had taken her hard pointed nipples between their front teeth. The grip wasn't mean or cruel, but teasing. As her teats were held captive, the lips closed around them and the tongues began to lap quickly across the hard trapped points. Sindi quickly lost the fear that had kept her heart and blood racing. Now it was a growing lust that pushed her body to a new height. All thoughts of the band, the Nevada desert, and Cynder's stupid microphone disappeared. Sindi's hands slowly reached up and slid through the very soft fur of the she-wolves necks. Her hands came to rest at the top of the heads; and, even in her growing desires, she was unable to stop her hands from scratching between their ears. The wolves' bodies began to shake as something like a purr went through them. The groins pressed into Sindi's thighs began to moved, slowly sliding up and down the small woman's legs. She felt the moistness of their sex wetting her thighs. A soft moan of pleasure slipped between Sindi's lips. "I'm ready to taste her now," Lana said, raising up off the prone girl. Bella's body slid up Sindi's, the fur tickling her skin and hard nipple as it passed over it. Bella's muzzle came to Sindi's neck, where the tongue reached out and licked it seductively, curling up and catching her ear. "Just relax as we taste you," Bella whispered with a bit of a snuffling in Sindi's ear. When Bella stood up on all fours, Sindi quickly felt the loss of the warmth that the two had provided her. Her body shivered from the slowly rising lust was now becoming shivers from the chilly air. Sindi looked up at Bella and then at Lana, and saw a caring, yet still lustful look, in both of their eyes. "We must keep her warm," Lana said, walking on all fours to stand above Sindi's head. Bella walked to where the woman's feet were spread apart and both of them walked toward one another. Lana's body straddled Sindi's, the low hanging human-like fur-covered breasts dragging across Sindi's body and the nipples caressing two hot streaks down the bare flesh. When both she-wolves reached each other, Lana lowered her body gently on top of Sindi's, the moist cleft of Lana's sex right above her face. The smell of Lana's musky heat increased Sindi's lust; which truly flared when she suddenly felt a long wet tongue slide from her clitoris down to the bottom of her pussy's lips. Sindi's body tensed when she felt the tongue stop and begin again in the same slow movement across the opening of her sex. "She's going into heat quickly," said Bella from between Sindi's legs. Sindi then felt Lana's tongue start its slow descent again, but it had a partner at a different position. Sindi tried to lift her head up and sideways to try and peer around the wolfess' body. She became distracted when the tip of her nose just barely touched the heated lips of Lana's sex. "Stay down, like a good prey," Lana growled, her hips lowering completely atop Sindi's chest and neck. The weight pressed Lana's bare sex against Sindi's lips. She had been in this position before with only one other woman and tentatively licked the wolfess's moist pussy. Lana growled approval, while Bella's tongue slid once again upward from between Sindi's cheeks. She felt the hot, slipper tongue slide across her ass, the sensation teasing and exciting. Lana's tongue now returned to its slow luxurious licks down and just a little between Sindi's kitty. The pleasure slowly rose inside her body; but at this pace, she wouldn't reach an orgasm for hours. As the slow torture continued, Sindi began to moan with approval; but her hips moved with a wanton desire for a faster pace. The two wolf-women understood these movements; and their tongues began to move a little quicker, and a little deeper, as well. Each brush of Lana's tongue through Sindi's lips sank deeper into her moistening pussy, while each pas of Bella's tongue pressed harder at the tightly closed asshole. Sindi's arms slid up the sides of Lana's body, loving the feel of the soft and sensual fur and warmth of the body underneath, before coming to Lana's hips and wrapping around it. Sindi's hands slid down the back to the base of the large bushy tail, now standing high. Her fingers slid around it and caressed the backside of her attacker, one hand coming to the she-wolf's sex and the other to the lightly puckered ass. As one, all three females, lost in the sexual haze of their feminine heat, plunged into each others bodies. Sindi's fingers slide easily into hot wet folds of Lana's sex, while the other just played around the rim of the puckered ass. Lana's tongue dove fast and hard at the same time into Sindi's own sex. Her tongue began to lap in all directions against Sindi's inner pulsing inner walls, before pulling back out and diving back in for another taste. Bella's tongue, heavily coated with her own saliva and the dripping juices of Sindi's sex, slipped easily into the asshole she had been licking and poking at. The tight rim gripped the tongue at the invasion; but quickly relaxed to allow deeper penetration as Sindi's body felt more pleasure at the full feeling it gave her. The three began to whimper and whine with more and more need of each other, lost in the sexual fog that seemed to be seeping deeper and deeper into their minds. Sindi quickly went over the edge, her head rocking back as she cried out with her orgasm. Not wanting to be empty or lose the playful nature of Sindi's tongue, Lana's hips lowered her face again. The legs rested against Sindi's ears, causing her not to hear the sound that responded to her own cry of orgasmic pleasure. Lana and Bella's ears perked up and their heads turned to the sound of the wolf's howl in the woods around them. Sindi's body shivered at the loss of Lana's warm furry body when the wolfess quickly rose up on all fours. She barely heard the whispered word to run from Bella, but suddenly felt alone and empty as both of her lovers took to their paws and raced into the woods. A sense of need for them to run after them caused Sindi to rise up on her elbows. She looked at the back sides of the wolf-women as they became part of the shadows; and a sense of fear raced up her spine as she heard a very close growl on the other side of her. Sindi slowly turned her head, her mind full of fear of what could cause her lovers to leave her so quickly; but her body was full of lust, wanting something to fill her quickly. The sight of six male black fur wolves, walking out of the shadows, toward her caused both fear and lust to rise. She whimpered as her body and mind fighting for control of whether to run or stay put in hopes they would pleasure her, too. "It looks like this bitch is caught in heat," said the gruff voice of the lead wolf. His size was larger than the other five, and all six were larger than the two females that had just fled. "I think we can satisfy your needs, pup." Sindi's mind won out and she sat up fully, gathering her legs beneath her in preparation to run. The six wolves began to form a circle around her and Sindi saw her opportunity to flee disappear. She began to rise up when a wolf leaped just over her head, causing Sindi to drop back down to her knees and hands. As soon as she was down, another wolf behind her leaped onto her back. His front paws missed her back, and landed on the ground beside her, his back haunches pressed against her bare thighs. She felt a long slippery object rest between her ass cheeks and the lust in her body rose, knowing that this was the male wolf's phallus. He gently rocked on her back, letting the wolf cock slide between her cheeks. "Oh, boys, this feels good," he said, his voice giving a hint of his own hungry lust. Sindi's body pressed back into his motions, enjoying the slide of his cock along her still wanting anus. As she moved, the others came closer to her, their snouts coming up to her body and tongues reaching out to lick at her flesh. On each of her sides, she felt a wolf's tongue slide down her side and slip across her small breasts and cup the ends onto her nipples. When they slid back, a light suction formed, pulling on the nipples a little as the hot moist tongues slid away. Another wolf came up to Sindi's face and slid his furry head next to hers. She could smell the earthy smell of his fur as he rubbed against her head before his tongue reached out and licked several times along the side of her neck. A fifth wolf came up behind the first wolf and licked the bottom of Sindi's bare feet. The light tickling sensation helped to intense her lust, and Sindi pressed harder into the wolf that had not completely mounted her. "It looks like she's ready to breed to me, boys," said the sixth wolf, who was the largest of the group. "As leader, I get the honors, and you get the rest." The wolf that was behind Sindi whined a bit; but he slipped off her back, being the runt of the pack. Sindi whimpered at the loss of the intimate touch, but she willingly remained in place, waiting for the press of the leader's body. She then felt the loss of all the other wolves' attentions and rose up on her knees to see what was going on. As she reached her knees, she felt a hard furry body press into her front, crushing against her breasts. She landed on her back and looked up to see the pack leader atop her body, his human form noticeable, even through all the black fur and wolf-like visage he looked upon her with. His hips were between her legs and his hard, pointed wolf cock pressed on top of her pelvis. "You're mine for now, bitch," he said, but his words weren't cruel. She could see that his eyes looked tender and his use of the term 'bitch' was just what they called all female wolves, just as dogs. His snout moved forward and he rubbed the sides of it along her face, the hard whiskers tickling her cheek as his tongue licked at her neck and ear. She felt his hips draw upward until his moist penis tip just barely touched her pelvis. She felt it slide past the edge of her waist, cross gently over her engorged clit before sliding to just between her pussy's lips. His eyes looked into hers, as if asking if she was ready for him. To answer him, she moved quickly and threw her legs up over the wolf-man's hips and pulled him quickly down. His long cock slid deep into her sex, the initial pressure of it giving Sindi a small orgasm. Her sexual walls spasmed around his hard member, while the strength of her legs gripping tight as the pleasure keeping him from moving above her. Succubus Ranch Ch. 07a When she felt herself calm down more, she released her grip and looked up at the wolf face above her. The look on her face must have told him all he needed to know, as his hips began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock in and back out of her hot sex. As his thrusts sped up, Sindi's back was becoming scratched by the ground beneath her. She decided that she wanted to be on top for a bit; and, to the surprise of the pack leader, she rolled him over onto his back. She had not expected the response she received at this perceived attack on their leader, as the other five wolves leaped at her. At first the air was full of growls but the way they landed was precisely what Sindi's lust filled mind wanted. A wolf had landed on her back from behind, and she thrust backward toward his pick wolf-cock. Its natural lubrication helped it to slide deep into her anus, with an audible gasp of pleasure escaping Sindi's open mouth. The wolf that leaped on top of her from the front was the next to connect, but as her mouth was open, she caught his cock in her mouth. The sudden taste of his male musk in her mouth caused Sindi's body to erupt in another small orgasm. She moaned around the hard prick that was there, her lips tightening around its base and her tongue licking all over the dick to get more of his taste. As she rocked on the two cocks beneath and behind her, Sindi's mouth slid back and forth on the one inside her mouth. She felt her world could not get better as the lust consumed her mind once more; but the sudden pleasure of tongues on each of her breasts pushed her further into the haze of nearing orgasm. In response, her hands left the ground, her body pinned between the two wolfs on top and one beneath. Sindi's hands reached the under belly of the two wolf-men on each side of her and found their cocks. She curled her fingers gently around the moist, unsheathed, dicks and began to stroke them in pleasure. The two wolves gave an appreciate growl as their tongues liked faster and harder on her small pert breasts, always caressing and flicking her hard nipples. The face of the wolf beneath her remained next to hers, his black nose breathing heavily across her ear. His hot breath teased her more that way before it went through Sindi's short sweat-soaked red hair. His constantly licking on her neck was driving her on to frenzy. The wolf-man mounted to her front leaned his head down, while his rough paw pads rested on her shoulder blades. He dipped his muzzle to like the other side of her neck, adding to the rising lust in Sindi's mind. The wolf mounted and buried deep into her ass continued to thrust happily, his furry abdomen pressed into her lower back. The fur tickled Sindi's tail bone, just adding to the rising fire inside her mind and body. The sudden tickling sensation on her feet surprised Sindi and pulled her just a little back from the edge of her orgasm. She heard a bit of whimpering from the sixth wolf, that was now sliding his tongue between her toes. "Ignore him," said the leader of this pack of lust. "He's the runt and must wait for his share when we have all had ours." Sindi felt a touch of sorrow hidden deep in her lust-filled heart, thinking to herself that she would give that one a sexual experience he had never had when she finished with this group. Then she heard something she had not expected. "Come to us, little one, and we will satisfy your needs," Lana's voice said from nearby, her voice husky and dripping with lust. "That bitch didn't satisfy mine and Bella's hunger, and I bet you can." There was soon two piles of furry bodies in the small area, and the many grunts and moans of pleasure sent Sindi's mind into a whirlwind of lust she had never been in before. Her body tensed with an orgasm; and she crested the tidal wave into a mind blowing moment of bliss. As soon as she felt herself calming down, another orgasm started. Sindi fought to keep her senses as she rode out this one, her body speeding up in its motions with the five wolf-men she had a grip on with her hands, mouth, pussy and ass. Before the second orgasm neared its end, a third reared its beautiful head. Just as it started, Sindi felt a forth one already building to follow right behind it. She lost herself in the wildfire of pure wild abandon. Her skin was on fire from the heat of all the fur around her, and she could not get enough of it. A sudden pressure at the edge of her mouth made Sindi pull her head back. She tried to focus her eyes past the lust but was just barely able to notice the swelling of the base of the cock in her mouth. Immediately, her mouth filled with the musky taste of her lover's sperm. She felt the base of the cocks in her hands begin to swell as well, and she rubbed them faster with tighter grips to help them gain the pleasure that they had been granting her. When their orgasm hit them, Sindi then focused on the two cocks in her lower orifices. Her body was caught up in the pleasure and she pressed down on the base of one cock while the other slid out a little of the other hole. She would rise up and allow that dick to slide into her anus as deep as possible, all the way to the base, as the one in her pussy would slide most of the way out of it. The wondered if the timing was right for her to escape being trapped on one of the soon to grow knots; but this thought was lost as another group of orgasms raced through her body. She just barely felt the knot spread the inside of her pussy as she slammed onto the wolf-man's dick beneath her. Unable to rise off of it, she ground into him while the wolf-man behind her plowed hard and deep into her ass. He buried himself deep into Sindi's ass; and the sudden expansion of his knot sent a short bolt of pain into the middle of her pleasure. It ignited the giant orgasm that she had been trying to ride out like a lightening bolt slipping into a room filled with methane gas. Sindi's body shook between the two wolf-men, her body, mind and spirit at war with trying to get the most out of the raging bliss that raced through every fiber of her being. She lost consciousness and fell across the lover beneath her. She barely noticed, as the world slipped into blackness, that she was being rolled onto her side, still trapped between the two wolf-men, their knots keeping her in place as they both held her on each side. She slowly climbed out of the darkness of her bliss, still feeling the swollen knots inside her pussy and ass. She just barely opened her eyes, her body feeling completely warm with the feel of soft fur all around her. She looked up and saw that several of the other wolves had lain across her and the other two, their bodies giving her shelter. Movement right above her head caught her attention and she looked up with the one eye she could see in that direction. Maradith kneeled at her head, along with a very physically fit, handsome man, even if his head had no hair on top. The dark eyes and mustache and goatee gave him the look of a man who could be both mean and cruel, or the best lover that any woman could ever imagine. Sindi smiled at both of them and cooed when Maradith's fingers reached forward and caressed her face. The man's lips curled in a smile and he spoke to Maradith in a voice that was strong and masculine, but not in the least bit mean or cruel. "You're right, Maradith," he said. "She is beautiful and I think your idea would be a nice one." Sindi's mind raced at the thoughts of hoping that Maradith's idea was for Sindi to spend a night with her and this man. "You'll find out soon enough what my plans are, Sindi; and I think Jason will enjoy that idea as well, if you're still up for it later," Maradith said, a smile crossing her lips. They both stood, and Sindi saw a large pair of black leathery bat wings spread from Maradith's back. Glowing red spots shone in the deep black orbs that that were Jason's eyes. Sindi felt no fear at this site, only tired and hope that she could still be with those two for at least one night. Sindi's eyes closed again as she drifted off to a comfortable sleep; the feel of the soft fur of the wolfen bodies wrapped warm and snuggling around hers. --- "Sindi. Sindi, wake up, girl," Cary's voice intruded into the black void that held Sindi in its embrace. "Hmm, what is it?" she asked, reaching up and rubbing her eyes. The sudden feel of the tour bus rumbling along the road made her feel a bit queasy after the event of her dreams. She quickly sat up and looked around. She could tell she was in the back of the bus where the sleeping quarters were for the girls. "How did I end up here?" "You said you were going to get a nap before we stopped at the next gas station and head out for Cynder's new microphone," Cary replied, sitting on the small bed next to her friend. "Are you feeling okay?" "Yeah, I just had a very strange dream," she said, looking at her lover. She quickly turned her head as she felt the blush bloom on her face, thinking about how nice that dream had been. "It must have been a good one, if it's making you blush like that," Cynder said, walking into the sleeping area. "I've got some good news and bad news. Ashelle, get in that sexy ass in here. You'll want to hear this." They all sat for a bit in silence as Ashelle came into the area and sat down next to Cynder on her bunk. "What's up?" she asked. "The manager called. He's got us a new gig, and he's going to meet us there with my new mic," Cynder started. "That's the good news for you, Sindi. You won't have to go out of the way to get it after all. The bad news is that we should be at the new gig by late this afternoon and playing by the time the sun sets." "So soon?" Cary asked. "I thought we still had a few days before reaching the bar in Vegas?" "Well, apparently Clayton found out this place would pay a premium price for our visit less than an hour ago; and they're going to let us stay the night for free in the rooms they have there. So, in a way, it's double good news. No sleeping in the hard bunks on a rocking bus for a night. "But, it's also double bad news, when you hear where we're going to be playing at." Cynder said. She sat there, wondering how the other would take it, though she was a bit intrigued with the location. "Well, don't leave us in suspense, C," Sindi spoke up, already with a gut feeling she knew where they were playing at next. "What's the name of the bar?" "It's not a bar. It's a...a Nevada ranch." There was a moment of silence before the blonde drummer spoke up. "A ranch?" asked Ashelle. "We don't play country music. Why would they want us at a ranch?" Sindi blushed, positive she would hear what she was expecting to hear in a moment. "It's not that kind of a ranch," Cynder said. "A Nevada ranch means it's a...a brothel. Apparently one that is doing really well, paying us $30,000 each for the one show." "What's the name of the ranch?" Sindi asked, unable to wait any longer. "Succubus Ranch is dead ahead, ladies," came the driver's voice over the intercom. "We're early, so it will give you time to freshen up before the show." Sindi suppressed the moan of pleasure at being able to see Jason and Maradith again. Copyright 2008 © by Jason Morris All rights reserved. --- There will be more to come with this one. Succubus Ranch Ch. 07b This story is copyrighted 2008 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. * To their surprise, the girls found a stage already set up behind the southern-style mansion. It wasn't all that large, but it was bigger than the stages they were used to playing on inside clubs and bars. It had black netting over the stage and audience area, an area large enough for at least 500 people. If the brothel could actually pull in that many people, it would be their largest audience ever. Sindi took her place at stage-left while Cary took up position at stage-right. Cynder proudly stood in front of her mike stand at down center-stage and faced the almost empty field before them. Sindi knew the three people personally that stood in the center of the field, even though she had only met two of them in person once. Their manager, Clayton, was easy to recognize, with his typical jeans and D'vnt Sound T-shirt. The other two the girls had only met for a brief moment as they were introduced before being led to the stage; but Sindi could still feel the soft touch of the woman's lips on hers from the dream she had earlier. Ashelle was testing her drum kit, letting the sound technician tell the roadies if the microphones around the trap set were close enough of not to pick up the sounds to be amplified for the audience. Once they were set, it was Cary's turn to play a few chords on her bass guitar for the sound check. After several more moments, Sindi was told to give her strings a test. She played a few bars of a song that now stuck in her mind, Hotel California, and tightened the strings as was needed. When it was Cynder's turn, the dark skinned girl spoke a few lines into the mike. After that, she then sang a few lines from one of their songs before she was told that everything was in order. After several more hours of rehearsal, setting the lights just right for their usual positions and getting the spot lights set up to follow the girls around the stage, all four girls left the stage. "You ladies are going to be just perfect," said a man's voice from behind them as they headed for the building. All four of them turned and found the co-owners of the brothel walking toward them. "I can't wait to see you ladies perform before the crowd." "Thank you, sir," Ashelle replied, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jason. It was easy to tell who the drummer was hoping to be with that night, as it had become a custom for all four girls to always have a post-gig party with each other and some of their audience members. "Is there anything you would like for my friends and I to play with...I mean, for you?" Jason and Maradith had already caught up to the girl band and Jason's arm slid smoothly around the blonde's slender waist. "It think that anything you four play for us will be just fine, beautiful," he told the blonde before kissing her lightly on the cheek. Ashelle's arm had slid around his frame as her other hand rested on his chest. Only Ashelle heard him whisper in her ear, "Tonight we will play together." Maradith walked up to the other three girls and smiled at them. "Jason and I have picked out our four best rooms for the five of you," she said, looking at the girls and then up at the manager as he joined the group. "I assure you that tonight will be a night for all of you to remember." "Well, if we get a crowd big enough for this venue, it most def will be," Cynder said. Her eyes roamed over the body of the beauty standing before her. Everyone knew that Cynder was a girls-only woman; but the look of hunger on her face let them all know that Maradith was going to be her conquest for this night. "Don't worry, Cynder," Maradith said as she walked over to the purple-haired singer. "You, most of all, will never forget this night." Maradith caressed the singers cheek with one finger, and then along the jaw to the young woman's chin. She then broke physical and eye contact with her and walked over to Sindi. "You played beautifully," she spoke seductively to Sindi. "I hope you won't mind sharing the room we have for you with someone else. With this large of a crowd, we will need all the rooms for this evening. Do you mind sharing a room with each other?" Sindi and Cary saw that Maradith was looking at both of them, the question hanging in the air, waiting for their answer. "We don't mind," Cary responded. "That'll be great," Sindi blurted out at the same moment. "Good, it's settled then. You two will share a bed," she spoke, turning her back to them. Sindi looked at Cary with joy swelling in her heart. She was finally going to get a chance to have a private moment with the woman she'd come to want and desire so much. Cary, however, was looking elsewhere. Sindi followed her gaze to see Cynder looking their way. An old phrase she had heard once suddenly came to mind. If looks could kill, Cary and I would be dead a thousand times over, she thought to herself. Cynder's burning glare was suddenly blocked by Maradith as she stepped in front of the singer's view. Sindi felt a soothing voice in her head, whispering that all was okay, while she heard Maradith whisper loud enough for her and Cary to hear. "I hope you won't mind spending the night with me, Cynder. I think Jason will be too busy in our bed and I would like to have the night with you." Sindi felt jealousy rise in her, remembering the kiss Maradith had given her in the dream and wanting to feel it again. That rush of jealous feeling disappeared when she felt her lovers hand clasp hers. "I finally get to have you in a real bed," Cary's voice whispered in Sindi's ear, just before those lips kissed her earlobe. Sindi smiled and squeezed the hand she was holding. She saw that Ashelle was now openly kissing Jason, her arms around him as his arms were around her small frame. Even Clayton had a girl standing on each side of him. This was going to be a night that all of them were going to remember. ----- When the girls took the stage, the sun had already set and the desert sky was dark and void of any light but those shinning on the stage. The girls could hear the large crowd out in the darkness, but they couldn't see anything past the first five rows of standing people. Most of them were men, as was to be expected at an all girl band. As they played, Sindi caught sight of the crowd and noticed that the numbers of men were being equaled by a number of women she hadn't seen before. Looking around the stage, she could see that all the girls were getting into the groove of the music they were playing and singing. Ashelle was playing her heart out, the extremely low cut, very short dress she was wearing showing off the gleaming sweat between her breasts. Cary was in her usual button down white shirt, with only the two buttons at between her breast closing the shirt up. With each move, her bare flat stomach showed her smooth skin just above the skintight black pants that bore bone-white skull and crossbones all over her shapely legs. Her long red hair never once hid the loose necktie that she wore. Even her glasses didn't detract from the beautiful picture she was. Cynder's purple locks were up in two large ponytails, a dark see-thru half shirt covered the singer's arms from wrists to shoulder and then to just under the woman's large breast. She looked as tough as Sindi knew her to be, with the many metal-studded wristbands; but even with similar metal studded boots on her feet and all the way up to her knees, men in the audience had to be drooling over the sexy thighs that protruded from underneath the extremely short white skirt Cynder wore. Sindi moved around the stage, playing her heart out, and watching as much of the crowd as she could at the same time. She saw many men look in her direction, their eyes roaming over her small frame. Sindi didn't feel self conscious at these stares and enjoyed the feel of their hunger for her. She knew that the shiny short white shirt she wore, exposing her back except for a tied string, gave them many thoughts about the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. The fishnet hose on her legs really accentuated their toned form, as well as the sight of just her short-shorts above those net hose. Several times, the stage would light up completely, and the glare of the lights would give a all the girls a good view of the rest of the audience. It looked so large to them that the first time this happened, they all skipped a beat; but no one noticed. The next several times it did happen, all four of them were able to see something they had never seen at any of their concerts, either. At the bars and clubs they had played before, they had seen many couples on the dance floor, grinding to the music, dancing so close that if clothes weren't in the way, they would have been fucking right there in the clubs and bars. Here, at Succubus Ranch, several times they saw that men were wrapped up in women's legs and arms in extremely passionate kisses; and the motions of their bodies was beyond just simple grinding. They were definitely fucking right there in front of everyone. Seeing so many people caught up in the music and having sex right in front of them, Sindi turned her head to see if the others had seen it, too. Sure enough, she could see that Ashelle was blushing, but her eyes were focused on the crowd. Taking a few steps backward, toward the drum set, Sindi looked more closely and saw that one of the extra pairs of drumsticks was sitting on the padded stool underneath Ashelle. As she watched, the blonde would rock her hips to the time of the music and grind her wet panties along the sticks. Sindi moved back to her spot and looked at Cynder, to see how she might be affected by the blatant sex taking place during their concert. As she sang into the microphone, the Cynder's hands were busy running all over her body. Many times, the hands slid up the bare thighs and caressed the woman's panty covered vulva before moving past the material and rubbing along the bare stomach and across her breast. Sindi's eyes followed the hand up to the neck and then caught the sight of Cary's red hair on the other side. The bass playing lover was staring hard at Sindi and the look was one filled with lustful hunger. Knowing that a moment for a long sustained note was coming up, Sindi walked behind Cynder and made her way over to Cary. At just the right moment, Sindi and Cary hit their notes and quickly slid the guitars behind their backs, letting the machines carry the note without their help. Cary's hand grasped the back of Sindi's head and pulled the smaller woman into a binding lip-lock. Sindi's hand slid up the outer thigh, reached the top of the black pants and quickly slid down underneath the seam. Her hand slid into her lover's fur and probed as far as she could, finding the wet lips of her Cary's pussy. They both ignored the roar of the crowd that was watching them, enjoying this public moment as if it were a private one. The kiss was over far too soon; but those five seconds were long enough to let Sindi know that she was Cary's and Cary was hers. She quickly moved back to her side of the stage; but she saw Cynder look over her shoulder with an angry glare at her. Apparently, even the promise of Maradith this night wasn't enough to cause the singer to lose hope of stealing Cary away from Sindi. By the end of the last song, almost everyone in the audience had become a couple. As they took their bows, after two encores, all four girls saw that every man and woman was with someone now. They walked off stage and found Jason and Maradith waiting for them instead of Clayton. "We'll show you to your rooms," Jason said, reaching out his hand to Ashelle. She took it and he quickly pulled her into his arm and led the way with her by his side. The band didn't know what to expect as they left the backstage area; but they were quickly reminded that the only way back to the building was through the audience area as they followed Jason. His presence seemed to make the crowd part before him; but the reaching hands of the screaming crowd made all four of them feel like true rock stars for the first time. Sindi and Cary were behind Jason, walking so close that their hands eventually found each other and then slid around each others waist. Sindi looked over her shoulder, thinking she would see the baleful, hate filled glare from Cynder again. Instead, the singer was walking with a wide grin and happy smile on her face, her own arm around Maradith's waist and possibly resting on the woman's ass. All too soon, they had left the crowd through a door at ground level in the back of the brothel. Following Jason, the band walked through a small corridor with little room between the walls for them to walk shoulder to shoulder. After climbing three sets of stairs, they were led to the four nearest doors. "Clayton is already in his room here," Jason said, pointing to the first door on the right. "Cary and Sindi get this room here," he pointed to the second door on the right. "Ashelle, this is your room," he said, opening the door and letting the girl walk in. He followed her, turned around to the other four women, winked and closed the door. "This is your room, Cynder," Maradith said, opening the final door. The singer walked past Maradith and entered the room as Maradith turned to look at Cary and Sindi. "You two have fun," she said in a sultry voice. For just a moment, Sindi thought she saw Maradith's eyes glow red before the goddess turned around. As the woman entered the room, Sindi knew she saw the wings of the demoness from her dream appear for just a moment before disappearing again. "Sin, did you see that?" asked Cary, pointing at the closed door. "I'll explain it to you in a second," Sindi said, opening the door and letting Cary walk in first. ----- For just a moment, Ashelle felt like she was back home. The room was just like her room when she was growing up, with lots of pink and frilly ruffles. Even stuffed dolls were lying on the large bed. That was one of the major differences between this room and her old room. When she was growing up, she just had a single bed, but this one was at least a queen sized bed. "I hope the accommodations are to your liking," Jason said behind her. "It's perfect," she said as she spun around and looked into his dark brown eyes. "I feel almost like I was back in high school again with a boyfriend over." She felt the blush on her face as Jason stepped further into the room itself. "Well, you won't need to worry about your parents coming home; but you never had to worry about that when you were in high school, did you?" Ashelle looked at the floor and turned her back to Jason. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, not looking up at him again. Her hands began to fiddle with each other in her lap as Jason came over and sat down next to her near the foot of the bed. "You must think I'm a slut," she whispered, sadness in her voice. "Actually, I know you're just finally enjoying in life what you never had a chance to enjoy before," Jason replied, his hand taking both of hers in it. "It's hard being as smart and sexy, isn't it?" Ashelle looked up at him like she was looking at someone she'd never met before. "I'm not smart," she responded. "Really?" he asked, a knowing smile crossing his face. "What's the capital of Singapore?" "Singapore," she said before she could stop herself. "What's the longest river in Africa?" "The Nile River." "When was the Magna Carta Libertatum issued?" "1215." "What's the kilometer equivalent of one mile? "One point six zero nine three fourty-four." "How many miles longer is the Mississippi River than the Amazon River?" "That's a trick question," Ashelle said with a smile. "The Amazon River is longer by about 78 miles." "How smart are you?" he asked her. "I'm of the highest intelligent members of MENSA," she said, her blush coming back, and her face looking back down at Jason's hand covering hers. "But I turned down the jobs they wanted me to do for them. It was too boring and I wanted to have fun." "And are you having fun?" Jason asked, moving even closer to Ashelle. His arm slid around her waist and came to rest on her opposite hip. She looked up to see Jason's face less than a few inches from hers. She smelled cinnamon and hot spices in the air around him. His eyes looked deep into hers and she felt a need rush through her body. "Not yet," she replied with a husky breath. Her hands quickly reached up and cupped Jason's face and her lips locked onto his. Jason responded in kind, his arm around her pulling her close to him. His hand that was holding hers just a second before now cupped Ashelle's right breast. His finger tips caressed the bare flesh that her top didn't cover of the top of her breast; before they moved down to the edge of the top and slid it past her nipple. Ashelle moaned into Jason's mouth, her tongue trying to win a losing battle with is of who would tie the other up with the hot moist muscle. She noticed that he had more control of his tongue than she was used to, and it was able to go anywhere it wanted, all of those places being where she wanted it to go. Jason's body pressed against hers, and Ashelle fell backward onto the bed with him on top of her. The movement put her head at the pillows, but it lowered where Jason's head had been. He had detached himself from her lips and reattached his lips to her exposed nibble. She let out a moan of pleasure as the tip of his tongue began to lather it with long strokes before moving to rapid flicking motions. She squealed when his teeth gently came together and lightly pinched the nipple between them. Her hands ran across his smooth bald head, caressing his skin for just a second before latching onto the back of it and pressing him into her large breast. As she did so, she felt Jason's hand slide up her outer thigh and under her dress. She figured he was reaching in pull her underwear down, but she knew it would surprise him to find that she wasn't wearing any. Instead, she felt a surprise when his hand didn't even hesitate as it passed her hip and continued up her side. Jason's mouth left her nipple just as his hand reached the breast from under the dress. The suction of his mouth, the flicking and caressing of his tongue and the pinching of his teeth was quickly replaced by the groping of his hand, the caresses of his fingers and the pinching of his fingertips. Jason's mouth moved over to the other breast, quickly freed from its confines by the other hand. Ashelle groaned with pleasure as his mouth began teasing her nipple on that side as her body grew hot with hunger for Jason's mouth to be everywhere on her body. She felt his hand sliding up her other thigh and knew its final destination would be lip-locked nipple, so she was sad when his mouth left her body again. The sadness was changed to joy as his lips began to kiss the tight space between her tingling mammary glands. His chin pressed down on the lowest part of the V-cut of her dress, and Ashelle's hands finally left Jason's head. She grabbed the bottom hem of the material and pulled it up, causing Jason's lips to leave her flesh wanting. He resumed kissing as the dress moved past her breast, his lips moving down her bare flesh and past the tip of her sternum. His face dipped with her soft flat belly as the sensual kisses moved lower still, only slowing down as he French kissed her belly button. Ashelle had just removed the dress completely when that happened and giggled at the tickling his tongue gave that sensitive area. Succubus Ranch Ch. 07b The giggles stopped when both his hands pinched and pulled at her nipples and his mouth moved lower still. Her hands reached Jason's head just as his chin began caressing the tiny tuft of blonde pubic hair. When his chin pressed into her now exposed clitoris, Ashelle was unable to control herself. Her legs flew up and wrapped around Jason's shoulders, as her hands pushed his head closer to her apex. His lips quickly latched onto her wet lower lips, and his tongue instantly stroked between her labia. "Oh God," she moaned, her legs tightening. "Mmmm. Don't stop." Jason's tongue probed just a little further in as her calves and thighs slid along his back and shoulders. She was barely conscious of the fact that his clothes had disappeared and she was caressing his bare flesh with her own. She was fully conscious of the fact that his tongue was doing things to her that no one's tongue had ever done to her before. It was now licking along the inner walls of her sex, deeper than anyone's mouth had ever reached. Jason moaned slightly as a small orgasm started to flow through Ashelle's body. She figured he was enjoying the taste of her juices; and if he kept moaning like that, sending little vibrations along his tongue in that manner, he would be getting a mouthful soon enough. Jason's tongue slid deeper into her sex and wiggled and caressed everywhere it reached. She felt a stronger orgasm rising through her body, causing her breathing to pick up speed. Ashelle's hips began to rock, her legs locking behind his head, not caring if she suffocated him, just as long as his tongue went deeper. Apparently, Jason got the message, and his tongue slid out and then back into her sex in time with her hips. The first thrust of his tongue went so deep, Ashelle felt the tip of it touch, then caress, her cervix. She groaned, and her hands gripped the back of his head in a death hold. On the second thrust, Jason's tongue pressed a little harder on her cervix and the tip of it flicked rapidly along it. Each time it pulled back, the tongue would nearly empty the tunnel completely, flicking all along the areas. The third and every thrust afterward, Jason's tongue hit all the right places, including her urethral sponge. Every time it touched and tickled the Grafenberg Spot, Ashelle's legs tried to crush Jason's head. All the stimulation finally overwhelmed the blonde drummer and her back arched in a manner that only Odysseus could have bent it like he bent his bow. Her thighs, made strong after several years of training to play the bass drum with her feet, clamped a crushing blow to each side of Jason's head. Stars exploded behind Ashelle's tightly shut eyelids as she began to sing praises to Jason's lascivious tongue and its beautiful exploits and ministrations. Each time she thought her song was coming to an end, it would find a new wave of music to sing to. Finally, the fireworks in her mind began to dim and Ashelle passed out from the pleasure the Succubus Ranch co-owner had given her. ----- Clayton barely remembered anything after entering his room. He remembered dancing during his bands concert with all several beautiful women around him, sometimes grinding against a sweet body while another sweet body was grinding on his back. He had always stuck with his usual rule of never paying for sex; so, when he found out all of them worked for the Ranch, he politely declined their offer to join him in his room. As soon as the concert was over, that beautiful seductress, Maradith, had escorted him personally to his room. She had showed him he four doors that were the ones for him and his band, explaining that she already knew of the love between the two young and sexy red heads of his band. He had always known from the moment those two were lovers, and he felt a twinge of fear of the group breaking up because of Cynder's desire for Cary. He also felt guilty at always wanting to join Cary and Sindi in a bed together, but he knew that wouldn't be possible. The two girls were hot and sexy, but they didn't seem the type that would let a man come between them...not even in bed. His body stirred as he remembered Maradith talking about the two redheads. His lust made his dick grow some as that memory included Maradith's breath on his earlobe while her body pressed against his back in the hallway. "Don't worry, Clayton. No one leaves Succubus Ranch without their desires being fulfilled. The band playing here will be considered payment enough. An added bonus is the money we've already paid you, too." Clayton had entered his room to find it was more of a suite. It was a large room with a very large bed sitting in the center of it. There was an enormous window from ceiling to floor with the curtains drawn closed against one wall. Off to the side, he found the restroom, and another area was a small kitchenette. As he laid in the bed now, the dark and silence surrounding him, Clayton wondered what Maradith had meant by desires being fulfilled. He knew himself what his lustful desires were, but since entering the room, he had been alone. No one had come knocking on his door, or snuck in while he took his shower earlier. Waking up now, he was still lying in the giant bed alone. But what was it that had woke him up from the dreamless sleep he had been in? Then he heard the slight scratching noise. Clayton sat up slowly and tried to figure out where the sound was coming from. It wasn't until he closed his eyes that he was able to figure that the sound was coming from the window. He decided to try and ignore the sound of the scratching, since he was at least three floors up. It must have been a bird standing on the ledge or something. As he lay back down, he heard the scratching again, but there was another sound with it. It sounded like a sigh. Not sure why he was doing it, Clayton pulled the heavy covers off himself and walked across the room and over to the window. As he approached it, the sounds of moaning were coming from it now, instead of sighs. He opened the thick curtain just enough to peak through and found himself face to face with the porcelain face of a very pale woman. Her red hair was hung around her head and just past her shoulders in tight curls. Her dark eyes stared hard at his while her tongue reached out and licked her full red lips. "Let me in, Clayton," she sighed again, her long nails scratching the window once again. "Mmm. Let me in so I may kiss you." Clayton felt like his body had been dropped into a tub of hot water. His muscles instantly relaxed and his heart rate slowed down. She was beautiful, and now that he looked past her face, her body was heavenly. She had curves in all the right places, as best as he could tell with her loose white gown flowing in the outside breeze and plastering it against her body. His hand threw the curtain wide open and his hands reached for the latch to unlock the window so he could raise it and let this creature of the night enter, so he might enter her, too. The phrase that passed through his mind stopped his hand as it began to lift the window. Creature of the night? His eyes shot to those full lips. Those full, red, kissable lips. Those delicious lips he wished to kiss, and to kiss his skin. To feel them wrapped around his dick as that darting and lip-licking tongue ran across his flesh. He wanted to feel those long fangs scrape across his skin, eventually pierce it and leave love bites that would last for all eternity. FANGS? "Oh god, no," he suddenly thought, taking two steps back from the window. "Vampires aren't real. You can't be real." "But I am real, lover," she cooed, her hand reaching the window he had already unlatched and lifted open just an inch. "And you want the pleasures my body offers you." Her fingers slid under the bottom of the window. His blood began to race with fear. "I will give you so many pleasures, Clayton," she moaned, her other hand now sliding across the expanse of her breast, showing hard nipples underneath the waving fabric. Her hand slowly lifted the window. His cock began to rise with the promise of pleasures and the rushing of his fear-filled blood. "And you will beg me for more with each passing moment." The window reached the top of its rise. The head of his erection now pressed at the top of his boxer's elastic band. "And I won't stop giving you those pleasures, Clayton." She glided through the open window, leaving it open. When her feet touched the floor, his sense of flight reached its peek and he turned and rushed for the door. He knew in the back of his mind that if she truly was a vampire, she would be faster and strong than him. So he expected her to be blocking the door by the time he reached it. Instead, he was able to turn the knob and pull the door open. Standing outside the door, in a full body stocking with holes open for her sex and nipples, was another redhead. Her features were the same as the vampire that had entered his window, and the skin not covered by the dark stocking was just as white. Her red hair hung past her shoulders and just to the top of her average sized breast. "We would really like to show you the pleasure of our bodies, Clayton," this woman said, slowly stepping into the room. "My sister and I will make your body sing." "Sisters?" Clayton asked in a whisper. "Yes, lover boy," said the woman behind him. Clayton turned, forgetting that the vampiress was still standing near the window. She still stood by it, but another redhead was standing there, bending over as she closed the window. This ones bare ass was facing him, her long toned legs covered with latex stockings and ending with high heel shoes. "We come from a large family, Clayton," the third woman said, raising up, her wavy red hair coming to rest near the small of her back. She turned around and gave him a view of her tightly bound leather corset. Her large breast stuck out from her chest, larger than either of her sisters. Her face and skin was just as pale white. The door to the room closed and Clayton spun around to see that forth redhead had entered the room. Her hair hung all the way to her calves, and when she turned around, the only bit of her skin that he could see was that of her face. The rest of her body was covered from the neck down in a form fitting latex second skin. "And we sisters like to share," the fourth woman moaned, her black latex hands reaching up and swiping the area over her breast. The material gave way and the nipples and areoles poked through for his eyes to see. Soft hands slid around Clayton's waist and up his chest as a pair of naked breast pressed into his bare back. His body gave into the intimate touches as his mind screamed for him to escape the soft grasp. "That's it, lover," the woman behind him whispered in his ear, her hot breath blowing across it. "Just relax," said the stocking covered woman as she grabbed one side of his body and pulled his hand to between her legs as her lips began to kiss his shoulder. "And let us give you pleasure," said the latex clad vampiress, her body pressing against his front and pushing him into the one behind him. The latex hands reached inside his waistband and began to slide along his aching shaft. "And let us have our pleasure from you," spoke the other vampires, her silk dressing gown sliding across his bare arm as she pressed in from his other side. Clayton's mind started spinning with an overload of fear and lust. His cock was being teased closer and closer to orgasm by the hand as lips and tongues kissed his shoulders and neck. He felt their teeth scrape across his skin and the fear welled up in him again; but he felt his body relax even further in the ministrations these creatures were doing to him. He closed his eyes when the kisses and nibbles on his neck began to grow more intense. Hands caressed all over his body as his hands were gripped between the tight thighs of the two on each side. He didn't even notice that his feet had left the floor, but he felt his world tilt just before his back hit the bed. He didn't know when the vampiress behind him had moved, but she was not beneath him as he lay there. He was too scared to move, and too horny to want to. He raised his head off the pillow and looked at the foot of the bed. All four of the women stood there, looking at him with wanton desires flaring in their eyes. Without a word, the latex and stocking clad women walked around the edges of the bed, climbing onto it at his sides. The other two began to crawl up from the foot of the bed, each straddling a leg as the moved up his body. "Now it is time to feed us, lover," the vampiress in the silk night dress said. She crawled up past Clayton's hips and up to his chest. "But don't worry, my sweet, you will be fed as well." "We take great care not to injure our prey," said the latex vampiress, lying on her side facing Clayton. She pulled his hand to her mouth and sucked a finger between her lips. While holding his hand, she rolled so that his arm wrapped around her and her long hair caressed his body, all the way down to his ankles on that side. "And we know how to keep them in great pleasure while they pleasure us," said the stocking vampiress. She took his other hand and pulled it between her thighs again. Her hips began a slow humping rhythm as she helped his fingers to bend and plunge into her hot moist folds. "And your pleasure will feed us several times over," said the vampiress with the corset as she reached Clayton's cock. He felt her soft hands stroking his engorged member as her breath blew across it with her words. Then her breath focused on the head of his cock before it was plunged deep into her mouth and throat. "And now I shall feed you my pleasure, lover," said the silk covered vampires, looking down at Clayton as his eyes opened back up after slamming shut from the sudden heat of the mouth on his cock. He saw her holding up her dress, showing her bare sex with just a touch of red hair at the top of it. She quickly lowered her sex atop his mouth, dropping the white silk across his head. Her hands slid the silk around the back of his head and pulled his face tightly into her cleft. Her sex was quickly flowing with her pleasure, the taste rushing across his tongue and raising his level of lust even more. All his fear was washed away as the start of an orgasm began to boil deep inside his balls. Clayton tried to pull one of his arms free so he could hold the head of the vampiress on his cock and drive deep into her; but the ones holding his arms would not release their drip. He felt the latex vampiress' hair sliding along his skin, as if the red hair was moving on its own, caressing the hairs on his skin with such intimate touches. Her mouth sucked his fingers deep into her mouth, her tongue showing its length and dexterity as it wrapped around two or more at a time. His other hand was now deep inside the hot moist confines of the stocking covered vampiress. Her legs wrapped tightly to his as she humped his hip, his arm trapped between them and his hand unable to release the sexual hold she had on it. Groans of pleasure escaped her lips as they kissed and nipped at his shoulder. Her arms were around Clayton's chest, holding him tight to her side, and inescapable in the iron like grip. All Clayton could do was buck his hips up to show is desire to go as deep as possible. The corseted vampiress took the hint and pushed his hips back to the bed with her nose buried in his crotch. Her hands played with his balls as her throat worked to suck on the head of his dick, which was buried deep inside it. The whole time, his tongue worked furiously to lap up the juices flowing from the slit beneath the small patch of red pussy hair that was tickling his nose. He drove it as deep as possible as his own orgasm exploded from his body. There was no fear when he felt the fangs enter his shoulder, wrist, base of his cock. He was too far gone to the lust to care that the sudden extra suction was drawing on his life blood. Even the pussy his tongue was deep inside was sucking on his mouth. He felt his breath being pulled from him as the vampiress atop his head orgasmed. The pleasure sunk deep into his system as a blissful lethargy sunk deep into his body. Clayton felt his mind slipping into darkness as the caresses and suctions continued to draw more pleasure from his body, as well as his fluids. He had just a second of fear about leaving his girls behind cross his mind. When that touched his mind, all the suction stopped, but the downward slope to darkness continued and he slipped into blissful slumber with warm bodies pressed all around him. ----- Cynder, for the first time in a long time, did not care that Sin and her Cary were sharing a room together. When she stepped into her private room, the fact that Maradith was there with her was all that really mattered. She was the winner this time, to have such a beautiful goddess all to herself. Turning around, Cynder was suddenly hit with a wave of fear and lust as she took in Maradith's true appearance. The co-owner of the Ranch no longer had a cape wrapped tightly around her. The cape had now stretched out behind her in the form of two giant bat-like wings. Two small red horns stuck out from beneath the ebony tresses with matching blood red eyes set in the perfect visage of the beauty that now stood before Cynder. "Wha...wha...what are you?" Cynder asked, backing away from Maradith. "I am Maradith, co-owner of Succubus Ranch, consort and confidante of my master, Jason Maurice," said Maradith, her voice oozing lustful hunger and enrapturing Cynder. "I choose my lovers carefully, Cynder; and I have chosen you for my next conquest. I shall give you a night of delights of which you have never imagined possible." Cynder felt a need to walk into Maradith's embrace; but her fear of the demonic creature standing before her kept Cynder's feet moving backwards. She quickly thought of all the childhood Christian stories about men making deals with devils and losing their souls and lives at the hands of those demons. "I...I...I don't want t...t...to die," she stammered. The back of her knees hit something hard and Cynder lost her balance and sat down on the chair that she had unintentionally backed into. "You will not die, my dear," Maradith said, walking slowly toward Cynder with the posture of a runway model. "You will not even lose your soul, my sweet." Maradith dropped to her knees and then her hands; and she began to crawl like a predatory cat stalking its prey. "When we are done, you will be just as alive as you are now; but you will always want more of me and what I can do to you." Cynder's eyes widened with surprise when Maradith's hands reached up and came to rest on her wide spread knees. She didn't intend to let her get so close; but she had been entranced with this creature of lust crawling toward her with such hungry eyes and promises of pleasure. "Yo...you...you're not going to take my soul or life?" Cynder asked, her legs spreading further as Maradith slowly rose up on her knees between Cynder's legs. "What payment do you want?" "It is I who is paying you right now, my dear," Maradith's voice oozed with sexual hunger. "You and your friends have played a wonderful concert and this is part of the payment for what you have done for mine and Jason's home and business. Now relax and enjoy." Those last few words soaked into Cynder's mind and body and she suddenly felt too heavy to move her arms and legs. Maradith's hands moved to the young woman's groin and she chanted in a strange language as her powerful fingers rubbed against the fabric covering her crotch. Cynder moaned as she began to enjoy the sensations of the fabric pressing between her lower lips. Her head rolled back a little and her eyes closed, feeling the sensual silk panties rub against her vulva and the dimpled portion of it where Maradith's finger pressed inward. Her breath escaped her with another groan when she felt that finger push a little further in than she expected it to go. Succubus Ranch Ch. 07b Opening her eyes, she looked down between her bare breast and saw that even her sex was now uncovered, with one of the succubus' digits just barely inside her. She was about to ask how that was possible so fast when a lot of yelling started coming from the other side of her bedroom door. She quickly recognized Sin's and Cary's voices yelling at each other. Cynder smirked knowing that the two love birds were having a quarrel while she was going to get even more pleasure than either one of them could imagine. That smile disappeared when Maradith stood up and pulled her finger out of Cynder's sex. She didn't want the pleasure to stop for her, just for Sindy and Cary. They are always happy together when she was unhappy and all alone. Why shouldn't she be happy for once, instead? "Don't go," Cynder breathed huskily. "Please?" "I promise you, I will return," Maradith said, leaning over and letting her wings wrap around the back of the chair that Cynder was sitting in. Maradith's lips met hers with the most sensual kiss that foretold of pleasures to come before pulling away and moving to Cynder's ear. "Meanwhile, just enjoy the pleasure that my little ones can give you." When Maradith stood up fully, her wings pulled away and the wrapped around her body again like a long cloak. She turned to leave and Cynder tried to raise her hand to stop her; but it wouldn't budge. Cynder looked down at her wrist and saw that it was now bound to the arm of the chair by something soft but unmovable. Looking at her other wrist, she found that it too was bound with the same grayish thing. She looked up to ask Maradith what was going on, but the door closed at that moment. She looked down at her wrists once more and gave each one a gentle tug and felt the gray things actually tighten. Thinking this was strange, and her arousal so hight, from Maradith's intimate touch, Cynder tried to move her feet closer so she could close her thighs and rub them together to keep that pleasure going. When her feet didn't move, she leaned forward and found that two more gray items were holding her feet in place on the floor. For the first time in her life, Cynder felt helpless; and the image of Maradith in demonic form rushed back to her mind. She, her band members, and their manager, were all trapped right now in a house of ill-repute, run by a demon and quite possibly full of deadly demons and traps like this one. They were doomed, she thought. Her heart began to race with fear and she leaned forward again and tried to bring her mouth to the binding on her right wrist. She figured that she could at least try to loosen the binding with her teeth and slide her hand out before Maradith returned. When her mouth touched the gray matter, she ignored that it felt rubbery and was warm to the touch. She opened her mouth wide and exposed her teeth to try and wrap as far around it as possible so she could grip it and pull up to release her arm. To her surprise, her teeth pressed into the material and it tightened even more around her wrist. Sitting up, she wondered how the binding, which had the give and texture of a pencil eraser, could tighten up whenever she attempted to get free. Sitting there and taking calming breaths, Cynder felt the things tight grips loosen. She tried to slide a hand out, but all four quickly tightened up once more. Cynder forced herself to relax again, trying to think about what to do to save her and the band from this danger. She purposely ignored the gray matter when it loosened and closed her eyes so she could think more clearly. For some reason, her eyes had been traveling back to the large bed and her mind would impose an image of her lying on the bed with Maradith's head, horns and all, buried between her thighs and licking her to continuous orgasms. Her eyes closed, she tried to focus on everything she saw from the moment the band bus had parked behind the Succubus Ranch building. There was the large parking lot, almost full of cars. Then there had been the double doors on the front porch that gave the appearance of a southern plantation house. Then the door had opened and for the first time in her life, Cynder had got the hots for a guy. She was a full fledged, card carrying, lesbian, and men just turned her off. She remembered Jason standing inside the cool interior of the building, holding the door for them, and the sudden lust she felt and want to just rip this man's clothes off and impale herself for the first time on a guys dick. This completely out of character lust for a man disappeared when her eyes fell upon Maradith. It only made sense that this man would have that kind of power of women, even lesbians, if he was going to be the servant of a goddess as beautiful as Maradith was. "Focus, you stupid cunt," she whispered to herself, feeling her pussy start to leak with lust again. "Concentrate on the way in so you'll know the way out when you get loose." Cynder tried to think through the waves of lust that had been moving through her until the concert and ever since the end of the concert. Her mind always went back to watching Maradith's ass, or her breast, or the face of the goddess. "She's a demon," Cynder moaned, feeling herself grow more aroused as she thought about Maradith. "Oh go, what a demon, too." Cynder licked her lips as her mind quickly flashed back to seeing Maradith between her legs not more than five minutes earlier. That finger was the hottest thing she had ever felt in all the sexual relationships of her life. Her thighs tried to close again; but she was still bound in place. She did feel something touch the inside of her thighs, though, just inches from her dripping flower. The singer's eyes remained closed, and her mind imagined it was Maradith returned from dealing with that bitch, Sindi, and her lover, Cary. Maradith was between her legs, her finger tip and long blood red nail was sliding along the moist lips at her apex. At the top of each stroke, the nail would scratch very gently across the clit before it went back down just between the lips. Cynder let out a moan when she felt the finger press just a little bit deeper and her hips slid forward some as her hands gripped the edge of the arm rests of the chair. She squeezed her eyes closed even tighter when that finger slid so easily deep into her twat, sliding all over the slick walls and probing deeper. The then one finger became two, and then three. Cynder maoned when she felt Maradith's other hand slide up her stomach in the slowest, inch by inch, deliberate pace, teasing her flesh along its way to the singer's left breast. She felt a couple of fingers reach the nipple first and pinch around both sides of the hard points and pull down on it, pulling the hand up over the entire breast. Her body began to shiver as the open portion of the palm came to rest over the nipple and cupped around the breast. She felt suction on the hard numb and areole, pulling her slowly toward an orgasm. Then she felt the other hand sliding up the right side of her stomach. It too latched onto the right breast just like the left and began to undulate and suck on the arousaed woman's tits. Cyncer felt the fingers in her sex turn from three lightly caressing to four. Then five. Then six. When she knew for a fact that there had to be at least seven slender objects inside her pussy, flailing around deeply, caressing every part of her in the most purposefully driven rhythm; Cynder's mind screamed foul at the imaginary figure of Maradith with three hands. Her eyes flew open and she looked down and found that her two mammaries and crotch were covered with three new gray matter things. The shock of this sudden unbelievable sight, and the constantly rising pleasure of their ministrations sent Cynder's mind into an explosion of an orgasm she had never felt before. Fear and lust warred with the woman's body driving the orgasm on longer than any she had ever had before. Cynder's eyes slammed shut as her head flew back and she let out a hoarse cry of bliss as her body convulsed again and again, the pleasure from the creatures never stopping. With her eyes closed, she was seeing her goddess attacking her body again with multiple arms and fingers. It drove her orgasm beyond the limits she thought was possible. Cynder grunted and panted through a multitude of orgasms when she felt her goddess' lisps touch hers. Cynder's mind screamed in fear, stating its full agreement that the strange creatures can rape her into bliss at her sex and nipples; but her mouth was where she would draw the line. Her eyes flew open again when she felt a warm and wet tongue slip past her lips and into her mouth. Large deep black pools, surrounded by the darkest blood red, started into Cynder's eyes as the kiss became more insistent. She gave up all resistance and let her goddess do with her as she pleased, all to happy to enjoy the pleasures that were being shown to her. Cynder never knew when the smaller creatures were removed from her body as the night became a whirlwind of pleasure and positions. Somehow, she had moved with Maradith to the bed, no longer trapped in the chair by the little creatures that had sent her over the edge of bliss. On the bed, she laid on her back with Maradith's body covering hers while the two probed deep into each others snatch with their tongues and fingers. Maradith's tail had curled around Cynder's head and kept her mouth attached to the succubus' honey dripping cunt, while Maradith's extremely long tongue probed deeper into Cynder's sex further than anyone's fingers ever could. After an unfathomable amount of orgasms, the positions changed with Maradith lying atop Cynder's body, her tail sliding between her legs, along her slick cunny and deep into Cynder's dripping kitty. Maradith's mouth set Cynder's aflame with arousal as she kissed, sucked and nibbled on the breast, nipples, neck, ears and deep passionate kisses on the lips. Cynder's mind lost all thought of the earthly plain and became one with the universe as her orgasms became unending. At this point, she and Maradith were sucking on each others toes while their two pussies kissed each other, their legs spread and connecting their bodies like two scissors connecting at the pivot point. Cynder's voice went hoarse with all the screaming she did at the pleasure Maradith's body forced upon her. The only respite for her sore throat was when the demoness kneeled above her head and planted her dripping sex upon the woman's mouth. Cynder was fully addicted to the fluids before this point and became insatiable as she did everything possible to keep it dripping the honey into her mouth and soothing her throat. Cynder lost consciousness during this when Maradith's tail rested down her flat stomach and curled across her sex. It vibrated atop the clit and across the spread lips of her kitty while the tip of the tail slid the slick end deep into Cynder's puckered opening. Though she tried to scream out her pleasure, her mouth would not stop its own assault on Maradith's sex and sucking out the free flowing fluids that felt like life-giving water. Cynder woke the next morning with Maradith's arm across her chest and the cape spread across her tingling body. She remembered the night and all the pleasures that were pushed through her body, shuddering with a mini orgasm at the memories alone. ----- "Okay, Sindi," Cary said as soon as the door was closed. "What's going on here? Why did Maradith suddenly have horns on her head? You know something, so tell me." "Okay, but let's sit down," Sindi said, moving over to the edge of the large bed in the middle of the room. She patted the edged next to her and Cary sat down with very little room between them. "Do you remember the dream you woke me up from before we came here?" Sindi asked her lover. "Yeah," Cary replied, leaning closer. "I could tell it must have been arousing from the way you were looking at me." "Well, that's because it was arousing," Sindi said, leaning the rest of the way and kissing Cary on the lips tenderly. "It was...a dream...of being...here," she continued with intermittent kisses. "Maradith...explained...it...to...me...in...the...dream." Sindi tried to kiss more deeply and hungrily; but Cary fought the rising need in her body and put her hands on her lover's shoulders and held her back. "Wait," she said, taking a breath to try and calm her nerves. She looked away for just a brief second and then looked back at Sindi and almost lost the battle with the lust rising in her. She stood up and walked a couple feet away from the bed. "You're telling me that you met Jason and Maradith in your dream; and they fucked you and told you that they were demons. And now, you want me to just let you have sex with me in this house of evil, when we both know that Maradith and Jason are both demons and are possibly going to kills us and send our souls to hell?" "No," Sindi said, standing up and walking over to her. "They aren't like that, Cary. They don't want to hurt anyone...unless that is their fantasy, of course." She giggled but saw that the joke didn't go far with her lover. "Look," Sindi continued. "They're a nice couple and they aren't hurting anyone. They didn't hurt me in my dream and they haven't hurt anyone of us. They even put you and me in a room together. Just you and me, all alone, with a large bed to roll around in." Sindi was walked up real close to her friend and slid her hand around Cary's hips and over her ass. She stepped really close and was looking up to kiss her lover full on the lips when Cary pushed back and yelled at her. "Sindi! Get a hold of yourself! Don't you see that this is what they want us to do?" "And what's wrong with having some fun," Sindi yelled back. "It's nothing that we haven't already done together." "It is different; because we never did it in a brothel run by minions from hell!" Cary shot back. "Or, maybe it's different because you don't want me anymore!" Sindi yelled at the top of her voice. Cary's shocked look made her even angrier and she continued yelling. "I've seen the way Cynder stares at you! I've seen the way she tries to get you alone all the time! She wants you all for herself; and now you're pushimg me away so she can step in and take my place!" "Not when I'm done with her," cooed Maradith's arousing voice. Both girls looked quickly at Maradith, and Cary took a step back and stood right next to Sindi, grasping her hand tightly. "Now, ladies, let's stop this argument and get back to enjoying your stay here." "Don't come near us," Cary said, not knowing how she could protect her lover from this demonic creature. "We don't want anything you have to offer, demon." "And what do you know about what I have to offer, my dear?" Maradith said, her voice still dripping with carnal pleasures. "Sindi knows, and it looks like she'd accept it again, too. At least she would, if I was offering that type of pleasure; but I know her heart is not in it if her lover is not with her." Maradith's eyes focused on Cary at this point. "Sindi loves you, dear; and for that reason Jason and I both decided to leave you two alone during your night here and make sure you both enjoyed your stay as best as you both can on your own. Apparently, our lack of hospitality is causing a rift between you two. Let's fix that real quick." Before either girl could say a word, the room went pitch black. They both felt something wrap tightly around them; but Sindi instantly knew she was being wrapped in one of Maradith's giant wings. Cary was too shocked and stunned to fight the sudden wrapping of the smooth material that cocooned her body. She didn't even resist her body's reaction to the feel of it against her suddenly bare skin. The world seemed to suddenly spin and flip around in all different directions and both girls through abouth the carnival rides that would throw you every which way. It felt like only a second had passed; but the situation they were both in when the lights came on and the wings were slowly and sensually unwrapped from their two nude bodies had changed drastically. Sindi and Cary both looked at each other, unable to look elsewhere as their wrists were tied above their heads and attached to the ceiling. Both young women were mere inches from the other; and if they wished, all they had to do was lean forward and share a passionate kiss. Maradith slid between their two bodies, facing Cary and her back to Sindi. She folded her wings behind her, wrapping Sindi in their velvet skin while she talked to Cary. "I want you two to talk and enjoy each other, dear; not yell. The more you yell and argue, the more the floor under the both of you will descend, putting more painful pressure on your shoulders. The more you talk, or love each other, the less pain that there will be and the greater chance you will both enjoy your stay." A moan escaped Sindi and Cary looked over Maradith's shoulder at her best friend. The look on Sindi's face was just like when Cary would play with her lover and keep her on the edge of blissful release. "What are you doing to her, you bitch?" Cary yelled, and then regretted it. The floor dropped about half an inch and she was putting more weight on her wrists than she had been before. "Remember my warning, and think of Sindi. She's shorter than you are, Cary. She'll be hanging before you reach the tips of your toes." Maradith leaned forward and pressed her body against Cary's as she slid her arms up her body, caressing breast and nipples along the way to her neck. Though she was devoted to Sindi, Cary couldn't help but feel her body become moist with the closeness of this succubus holding tight to her. "I want this to be a night to remember for both of you," Maradith breathed out into Cary's ear. The succubus' pheromones enveloped her mind with lecherous images of deviant lustful images. The wings slid off Sindi's body as Maradith slunk her body out from between the two lovers, sliding her hands around Cary's body while she walked around behind the guitar player. "And I think this is something you both will enjoy very much." Cary felt Maradith's hands slide around her waist, leaving some strap behind as the fingers moved to her front. The tips slid down to her apex and Cary's aroused sex easily accepted as some object was slid between her lips. Cary could feel something was different about the intrusion, especially with the straps that were sitting on her hips. She tried to look down but her large breast blocked her view. When she raised her head up, her eyes roamed over Sindi's body, noticing the sheen of perspiration coating it. When her eyes fell on Sindi's head, the smaller redhead was looking down at her lovers waist with a demanding hunger fully exposed on her face. "Sindi," Cary whispered, wanting to make sure that her lover was okay. She started to lose her words as Maradith slid her hands away from Cary's sex and grasp whatever was in front of her body. She could feel the silky smooth flesh of the demoness' arms moving as the hands stroked up and down whatever it was now strapped to her, the invading item sliding just a little bit in and out of her body. Cary moaned and fought the urge to thrust her hips into Maradith's ministrations; but she nearly lost it when Sindi looked up at her and leaned her head forward and planted a deep kiss on Cary's lips. "Give in to your lover, Cary," Maradith said, her hands sliding behind her body and caressing Cary's buttocks. "She needs the release that only you can give her; and I must get back to Cynder." Cary didn't even notice when Maradith left her and Sindi hanging there in the plain room. All she knew was that she wanted to protect her lover; and she needed her lover in a very intimate way, right then and there. She returned the kiss, beginning to match the hunger her lover contained. She felt Sindi's leg begin to slide up her thigh, the caress of her silky smooth inner thigh along the outer flesh of her own pushed her closer to giving in; but the sound of the chain above Sindi's body brought her back to the danger of their situation. Succubus Ranch Ch. 07b Sindi," Cary moaned, reluctantly breaking the kiss and causing Sindi to whimper with the loss of their tongue's wrestling match. "Sindi, we have to fight it." "No," she whimpered back. "I want you." "YES!" Cary said loudly, looking around the room as she felt the floor move another half inch down. Calming her nerves as best as she could, she continued, "We can't give in, Sindi." "More," Sindi whimpered, leaning in for another kiss. Cary pulled back and evaded the hungry lips of her lover. "Sindi, damn it," she cursed, feeling the floor drop further. "The fucking walls are even closer than they were when that bitch hung us up here. We're going to die if you don't come to your senses and help me think of a way to escape." The floor dropped a good bit during this short tirade and Cary could tell that her best friend was straining to keep her footing already. She moved quickly, leaning forward to Sindi and feeling the pheromones that Maradith had left on the lust driven girl begin to take affect on her mind. "Come on, baby," Cary told her. "Lean into me and try to focus on what I'm saying. Use my body to keep your balance." Sindi's mind was already lost to the haze of arousal that Maradith was able to put her in, and she only understood part of what Cary had told her. She leaned into her lover's body, pressing the strap-on dildo between them. She was completely ready to use her, over and over again. "Oh god, Sindi," Cary said, feeling the dildo press against her belly, the part inside her pressing into her inner walls and stimulating her even more. "What are we going to do," hon?" the question coming out in a breathy whisper. Sindi's lips began to kiss at Cary's neck, kissing, licking and nibbling on the skin. She moved quickly to her lover's earlobe and nibbled on it as she answered Cary's question. "We're going to fuck," she groaned, as she ground her hips against the strap-on, the movements pushing the portion inside Cary in and out just a little bit. "Damn it, Sindi," Cary groaned, unable to keep her hips from moving a little bit. "You're going to get us killed doing this." "Though she didn't yell it, the floor responded to her anger and dropped even further. Sindi began to slip away from Cary's body, the lithe little redhead groaning with the pain from being unable to reach the floor with anything but the very tips of her toes. "Shit!" Cary exclaimed, feeling the floor fall even further to the point where her legs were fully stretched out to keep them flat on the floor. She moved as close to Sindi and felt a tear running down her cheek, knowing she had just cased the love of her life pain. "Quick, Sindi," she said. "Put your legs around me and let me hold your weight." Sindi wasted no time and swung her legs up and around Cary's hips. She raised her own hips and positioned herself just above the head of the erect strap-on and sank hard onto the erection and grunted with the deep penetration. Cray didn't plan on it happening, and her friend suddenly thrusting onto the double --ended strap-on dildo pushed it much deeper into her own sex and she nearly cried out with pleasure and the loss of the rest of her self control. Both of their mouths opened and grunted with the short orgasm the one impalement caused them; then their mouths latched onto the other and Cary began to thrust her hips upward as Sindi ground onto the pleasure toy. Cary lost all thought of the room's walls moving closer earlier and didn't notice as they began to close in even more around the two lovers. When she and Sindi both felt the slender objects press between their buttocks and touch their sphincters, Cary opened her eyes with a quick thought of fear and looked at the walls that were now only inches from where they were hanging. Sindi continued to grind on the dildo, as another orgasm raced through her body. The shuddering woman's body against her own and grunting moans of pleasure, along with the feeling of her own end of the toy, pushed Cary over the edge and she cried out as blissful pleasure engulfed her mind completely. The walls and their two anal intruders pressed through the women's bums and sent both of them well beyond the precipice of orgasmic pleasures and they both began to just thrust on the double penetrations. Neither one noticed when it happened, but the chains that held them had disappeared and both women quickly latched their arms around the other, touching, caressing, scratching and grabbing at one another, determined to never let go. Lost in the rapturous haze of mind numbing orgasms that never seemed to end, both lost consciousness a long time afterward. Neither let go of the other, their bodies wrapped tightly to the other, connected at the sex with the double headed dildo. Their mouths just inches apart, ready to give the other a kiss when they came to again. They both woke up at the same time, in the bedroom they had entered the night before, right after the concert. They looked into each others eyes and giggled with the memory of last night, neither one afraid of their situation, as long as they were together. When they leaned in to kiss each other good morning, they both noticed that they were still together in one way. Their hips began to move again, feeling the dildo still slide easily in and out of the sex. "We can get breakfast later," Cary grunted with a thrust. "I just may have you for breakfast, here in bed," Sindi moaned, knowing she was ready to kiss all over and taste her lover's honey. "Sounds delicious, lover," Cary breathed out huskily as the dildo slid in again. "Let's both have each other for breakfast." Sindi smiled and slowly slid off the toy. They both had trouble taking the strap-on harness off with trembling fingers; but it was done quickly enough and both dove between the others thighs and began to taste the others juices. In a short amount of time, they both had mind blowing orgasms and drank deeply of their lovers fluids before returning to the others arms and cuddling for a peaceful hour. ----- As the bus moved along the road, all four girls sat in silence, the morning sun nearing its zenith in the sky. They sat at the table in the middle of the bus together, none of them talking at the moment. Finally, Cary broke the silence. "So, what was she like?" she asked, looking up at Cynder. "I don't even know where to begin," she replied, a sad look crossing her face. "I don't think I will ever be able to find anything like that again. I think she may have ruined sex for me for the rest of my life." "That good, huh?" Sindi asked. "I've never felt so used and happy about it in my whole life," Cynder responded, looking at Sindi. For a change, it wasn't a look of resentment. "Sin, I can tell you right here and right now, you have nothing to fear from me when it comes to Cary, anymore. I'll never feel that again from anyone outside that place; and I know I will be going back." "I think we will be going back too," Cary said, pulling Sindi close to her. "Maybe we can steal Jason away from Ashelle next time and let him join us." They all looked at Ashelle for a moment as the blonde just looked out the window with a dreamy appearance. After a moment, she turned her head and saw them looking at her and blushed. "Sorry," she apologized. "I was just thinking about last night." "We were just talking about last night," Cynder said, giggling. "So, how big is his cock?" "He's perfect," Ashelle said, her face turning redder. "It wasn't just about sex, either. He and I talked some too. My god, what a man. I feel lucky that Maradith shared him with me," she ended, her face taking on a dreamy look once more. "I can't wait to go back. "She is a goddess," Cynder replied, her own face taking on a dreamy stare out the tinted window, as well. Cary and Sindi slid closer to each other and shared a kiss before just holding one another. "I'm glad that I have someone I get to see all the time," Cary whispered in Sindi's ear. "Me too," Sindi whispered back, holding her lover tight. * Copyright 2008 © by Jason Morris. All rights reserved. Succubus Ranch Ch. 08 This story is copyrighted 2009 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. * Alex was the best of all the journalists on the magazine's staff; except he wasn't really on the staff. He enjoyed being a freelance journalist and selling his stories to the highest bidder. This was ideal for him because he never had specific deadlines, except for making his necessary monthly bills for one thing or another; and that usually only required one of his stories to be published. Ales had decided to do a story on the underbelly of the sex business. He had already brought down the heads of a few porno magazines by bringing to light their business practices with minors. He had helped local police in several major cities to crack down on the street prostitution and their pimps by getting some of the girls to actually come forward and report the crimes they were being forced to commit by their pimps. Now, he had set his sites on the legalized brothels of the Nevada deserts. He had visited two of them so far and made it all the way into the back rooms and interviewed the women. He found it hard to believe what he was hearing and seeing. The rooms were cleaned constantly, including new sheets on the bed after every customer left the room. The girls produced fro him cards that showed their STD status with the recent date of inspection by a certified doctor. Doing background checks, he found out the two businesses he had visited were far more legit than the typical Mexican food vendor or Chinese buffet was. While doing one of these background checks, Alex had come across the name of the most recent brothel to open up. He began to research the background of the Succubus Ranch and found that all the forms were filled out in proper order, as well; but his journalistic senses told him that something just wasn't on the up and up with this business. The further he dug into the papers for the business, the more shocked he became. The other brothels had had a few errors here and there in their papers. Some even had a complaint or two from angry customers about contracting an STD after a visit to the brothels. Succubus Ranch had none of that. Their papers were too neat and perfectly in order. They seemed cleaner than the best operating room. Alex began to distrust it completely. He looked and was unable to find a list of clients, as was typical for all the brothels; but there was always something in the papers about some high official visiting one of these places and getting busted for it. As he was coming to expect, there was never a bad article that contained the brothel's name in it. The most recent article for Succubus Ranch told of a concert with a small time band playing. Looking at the picture of the all girl band, Alex decided that his next story would be on the quick rise to stardom for D'Vnt Sound. It seemed like they had exploded right after this concert at the small brothel in the middle of nowhere. That would mean that someone high up in the record industry had been at the brothel during the free concert. Tearing his eyes away from the picture of the four hot and sexy band members, Alex began his background research on the co-owners of the ranch. Jason Maurice and Maradith, no last name, proved to be a much more interesting read than what he had been expecting. Maradith's name was completely non-existent until the opening of Succubus Ranch. It was as if she had sprung up from the hard packed dirt of the desert to stand beside Jason and become his business partner. He had checked all the city, state, national, and even international sources to find who this Maradith was. She proved to be absolutely nobody. She didn't even exist. Jason Maurice, however, was a completely different story. The only son of Mikail Maurice, graduated with high scores in high school and much better than average college scores. Jason served as an intelligence officer in the Marine Corps and had risen quickly in the ranks to captain before leaving the service with an honorable discharge. His accommodations and medals were easy enough to find and it was a long list. Jason had been living in the Midwest for a couple of years on the salary of a stay-at-home job. Then, it seems, trouble found Jason. His name was on a couple of police reports for missing people. It was a bit of a happy surprise to Alex to see that the two people missing was a pimp and his good friend or bodyguard. Then there was an incident where a serious fire had burned down a large club and Jason was the only survivor, buried under the many bodies and protected from the flames and heat. With some passing of cash, Alex had received a copy of the medical reports, and once again, Jason was part of a missing person report. Apparently one of the nurses in the wing where Jason was staying disappeared at the same time that Jason had snuck out of the hospital. No report was filed on his non-payment because they had received a check for much more than the amount owed from an anonymous source on Jason's behalf. Since that time, the investigations had been marked as solved but no resolution was filed with them. It was as if they had found the people, but the police had decided not to let anyone know where they were now. There was definitely something strange going on here. Alex had tried to track Jason's father and get some answers; but that quickly became a dead end. Even Jason's father had disappeared off the planet. Mikail had left a forward address that listed him as living at WolfCastle in RavenBlack City; but there was no such place. Frustrated, Alex decided that he was just going to have to get the skinny on these two strange characters. That was why Alex was now parked a good distance from Succubus Ranch, watching the cars come and go, customers, both men and women, enter and then exit several hours later with big smiles. He waited until it was nearly 3:30 in the morning, when there was on two cars in the parking lot for the southern plantation style mansion. Alex climbed out of his car and began to walk toward the brothel. He was thankful for the night vision goggles he received from the military for not turning a situation he uncovered into a major disaster in the media. They handled the situation internally without the public knowing that several thousand service members' lives would have been at risk by a few high ranking officers. He wore them now as he walked nearly a football field off the road. With the eerie green glow that was giving him sight, Alex could easily make out the building and everything else that was around him...except for the old man. "Don't go in there, young man," said a raspy voice nearby. Alex stopped and turned his head in all directions, seeing nothing but the flat expanse of the desert and a few plants that were no where close to him. When he started to move again, the voice spoke once more. "You will not escape them, once they have you in their embrace," it said. Alex did a quick 360 turn and didn't see anyone. He quickly pulled off the goggles and saw the old man no more than two feet on his right. "How the hell are you able to do that?" Alex whispered, not wanting to be detected by anyone at the brothel. "And who the fuck are you?" "Do not go into that house of ill repute, young man," the old man said aloud, his voice not too loud, but definitely not a whisper. "It is a trap for all those that enter." "All the more for me to go in there, then," Alex whispered, taking a step toward the man. "I'm a reporter and I'm trying to get some dirt on this place. There's just something wrong here and I can't find it without actually going in there." Alex gestured with his hand toward the building and looked at the old man in the darkness. As he looked, a quick question came to his mind. "Are you...are you Mikail Maurice, the father of the man that runs this business?" "I am not the man you think I am. I just am." "Well, Am," Alex said with a huff, "I have a job to do and I'm running out of time to do it. Now if you will excuse me and leave me alone, I can get it done without being seen." "He quickly put on the goggles again and looked over at where the man was standing and saw nothing there in the green glow the goggles gave off. Slipping them off to ask once again how the old man did that trick, Alex felt his heart start racing. The old man was gone. He quickly took another step where he knew that the man must have been standing and looked everywhere for him and didn't see anything but darkness. Looking down and around his feet, Alex didn't even see any impressions but from his own shoes. "Fuck it," he whispered, sliding the goggles back on and making his way toward the building once more. This is no time to get the jitters, Alex told himself. He didn't get them when he covered the soldiers in Somalia, or the gangs in several urban cities. He surely wasn't going to get them now standing outside a house filled with tired and sleepy prostitutes. Alex picked up his pace and covered the last hundred yards within a few minutes. He stood next to the building, looking around and finding that sneaking inside was going to be just a little harder than he thought. The first floor was raised off the ground and the second floor was definitely out of the question. He could see small windows around the foundation; but the rooms in them were either darker than the night outside, or the window panes had been painted black to keep people from peeking in. Walking as quietly as possible around the back of the building, the reporter got his break. He saw a light from one of the small windows and took off the night vision goggles and put them in his small shoulder pouch. He snuck up to it and kneeled down to listen. To his surprise, the window was partially open and a woman was inside talking to someone. Her voice was one of the most beautiful voices he had ever heard. "...you that you and the rest would do well after the concert, dear," said the voice. "The executives said you were a hit that was just waiting to be discovered. Now, go back to Cary and let me talk to Cynder again. Oh, and tell Michelle that Jason looks forward to her next visit too." During the pause while the voice waited for Cynder to get onto the phone, Alex looked through the window and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life standing in the middle of the room, holding a cell phone up to her ear. Alex felt himself growing hard at just the sight of this woman and didn't even care that this had never happened before. There was even a very arousing smell coming through the window, causing him to take deep breaths through his nose to get more of it into his system. "Hello, Cynder," the woman said, her voice now dripping with sex. "Yes, lover. You will see me again soon. Jason and I have booked the rooms for all of you when you get back from your European tour. You and I will enjoy several nights, and days, of pleasure." Alex's mind quickly pieced together several things from this portion of the conversation. One, this was the band D'Vnt Sound that the woman was talking to. Two, this woman was Maradith, the unknown co-owner of Succubus Ranch. Three, he could actually get a harder erection listening to Maradith talk than he had ever had in his entire life. "I need to go, dear," Maradith cooed into the phone. "We have a surprise guest coming soon and I'm just making the finishing touches on his room. No, I can't tell you who he is, Cynder; but I think you will meet him when you visit. He is sure to still be around at that time. Oh, we have many guests that come and stay for a full day, week, month and even years. There's even a few that never leave." Maradith giggled and Alex was surprised that even her soft laughter was extremely arousing. "No, he's not coming here to stay; but he will make you even more famous after he is through spending the next month with Floratine. She doesn't like to let her guests go until she's sated and it usually takes about that long. I will make sure that he is released from her sweet embrace after you arrive so all of you can talk with him. Alex leaned back and adjusted his erection through his pants, giving his dick room to straighten out in a much more comfortable direction. "Okay, dear. You girls be safe and enjoy your time there in the mother country. Jason and I will see all of you in your dreams. Yes, every night, not just tonight." Alex looked into the room and saw Maradith standing in the room again, looking around it. For the first time, he looked around and observed the room as well. He couldn't understand why, but the floor looked like it was a green shag carpet. The walls were painted to show a deep jungle, with the trees packed closely together. It looked like a night scene with what little he could see between the painted trunks. Even small yellowish eyes were painted here and there. As he followed one large painted trunk down and saw the door standing open in the middle of it, Alex caught Maradith's movement toward the window, making him jump back and hold his breath. He didn't want to get caught peeping in and overhearing a personal conversation; but the thought of Maradith catching him and possibly beckoning him inside for punishment made his cock twitch with lust. "He will be here soon, Floratine," Maradith's voice drifted through the window. "Just be patient; and remember, he may be your fist, but you can not keep him forever. You must let him go on with the rest of his life. I am sure he will return and request to be with you again and again. Eventually, he will give himself completely to you and you will be allowed to keep him in your embrace for all time, but not this time." Alex's cock began to throb at the thoughts of being in Maradith's embrace. He had never known a woman that could affect him this way. Her perfume was rising through the window, a sweet succulent smell that enticed the senses. He wanted to taste it on his tongue. He caught himself moving to look into the window again, his hand reaching for it, to open it completely and slip inside and admit spying on Maradith so that she could hold him and forgive him for his crime. "What if he doesn't like me?" asked a voice that sounded odd, but was just as enchanting as Maradith's. "What if the sight of me frightens him?" With the pheromones you're putting out right now, he won't be able to resist," Maradith giggled. "After he enters your room, he won't be able to escape until you decide to let him go. Enjoy your first client, my dear Flora." Alex remained perfectly still, his hand still inches from the small window and looking down into the room. He saw Maradith moving away from where she had been standing until she reached the doorway. She turned and gave a quick look around the room and gave it a nod of approval, looked once at the window, winked, and then turned around and walked out. When she closed the door, the lights immediately went out, leaving Alex staring at the same place with confusion on his face. Did she just wink at me, he asked himself. Did she know I was here? Who was she talking to, since no one else left the room with her? Being the good investigative reporter, he had to find the answers to his questions. He opened the window as far as it would go and leaned in and looked around the dark room. Though the light was out, it seemed there was some soft light source inside. He was looking down into a square room from about six feet above the floor. He didn't see anything inside that showed it as any type of room, just the painted walls to look like a wild jungle and shag green carpet to give the appearance of grass. There was no one in the room either. In short, it was just four flat walls with a mural on them. Alex turned around and slid his legs inside first, figuring he could easily slip over the edge and hang by his fingers and drop the last four inches without any trouble. As he slipped in and hung over the edge, his shirt pulled up some and slid up to expose the bare skin beneath. As he slipped a little further in, he felt the cool stone wall against his stomach. When he was hanging on the edge by his folded arms, the window slammed shut mere inches from his face and things seemed to change with the loud clap of the windows closing. The first thing he noticed was the irritation of the wall against his belly. It had gone from being cool and smooth to being slightly warm and rough. It even seemed to bend away from him a bit on each side. As his ears adjusted to the silence of the room, he began to hear sounds that are best described as nocturnal wildlife. Feeling that the world was spinning a little, Alex lowered himself as far as his stretched arms would go and found himself hanging onto the side of a tree. He could smell the bark that was touching his nose. He looked up and saw his fingers were curled around a giant knothole in the side of the tree. He put his feet on the tree and pushed off as he let go and landed just a couple of inches on the soft ground from the large trunk. Alex straightened up and followed the trunk of the tree with his eyes, seeing that the top of it was more than 40 feet. The knothole, that he knew had to be the window he just climbed through, was about six feet up the trunk. When he brought his eyes back down from the treetop, he looked at the tree itself. It looked far too real to be a simple part of the mural he had seen. Alex walked up to it and placed his hand on the trunk and felt the rough bark and slight curvature. He slid his hand along it and was shocked when his arm went past where the wall should be. He pulled his arm back and stepped back from the tree, looking at the knothole again. "If I was looking through there, then directly behind me is another tree that has the door in it," he whispered aloud. He did his best military about face and saw he was looking at another large tree trunk. He walked right up to it and almost laughed when he saw a broken stump of a limb right where the doorknob should be. He grabbed it with his hand and tried to turn the stump before cursing when the rough bark cut his palm. "Shit," he exclaimed, holding his wrist and looking at his open palm. "What the fuck is going on? I'm not Alice and this is definitely not Wonderland; and I know I have never done LSD, so I'm not tripping." "Oh dear," said the odd female voice he heard earlier. "You've hurt yourself. I didn't want you to get hurt." "Who's there?" Alex looked all over the place but couldn't seem to tell where the voice was coming from. "I'm Floratine, but you can call me Flora, if you want," said the voice. "Please don't be frightened. I won't hurt you. I just want to help you." "Show yourself," Alex called out, looking everywhere, but not seeing anyone in the small clearing that he was standing in. "Not until you calm down first," Flora said, her voice becoming softer. "Take slow deep breaths and calm yourself; because if you keep stressing, you'll make that wound bleed more. You need to relax." "How can I relax when one second I'm sneaking into a room and the next, the room becomes a deep, dark, frightening jungle," Alex said, just at the same time that a wolf's howl echoed from the distance. "Okay, let's see if I can help you to relax then," Flora said. She began to hum a medley that Alex had never heard before; and the sweet smell of the perfume he caught outside the window began to feel the air. He instinctively breathed in a little deeper to catch more of the arousing scent with his nose. Succubus Ranch Ch. 08 "Is that your perfume?" he asked, noting his voice didn't sound as panicky as it did just a second earlier. "Um hmm," Flora hummed, making it part of the tune she was humming just out of sight. As she continued, Alex felt his muscles beginning to relax, all except for one of them. He felt his erection, which had disappeared with the pain of the cut and rising panic, now grow hard again. "You have a beautiful voice and delicious perfume," he said, no longer feeling stressed over his current situation. "Is the rest of you as lovely as what I've detected already?" "I hope you will think so," she said, her voice now seemed to be angelic, with a hint of sensuality to it. "I'm very different from other women. I don't look like others and hide from sight until I know you will accept me." The perfume grew thick around him, his chest now growing large with the deep breaths he was taking. His eyes closed half way, feeling his body really relax. Finally, his legs grew wobbly and Alex took a seat on the soft grass. "This isn't such a bad place," he said aloud as he laid back. "Will I get to see you soon, Flora?" "I think you're ready to see me now," she replied from above Alex. He could see the canopy of all the trees coming together above him from lying on his back; and out of the leaves descended a beautiful woman. At least part of her was a beautiful woman. From her hips up, Alex could see the womanly figure that he had always considered a perfect female frame. As she came closer to the ground, he sat back up and looked at what she was standing in and was a little surprised to see she wasn't standing in this pod shaped thing, but sitting on it, with her legs opened a little bit. Alex stood and began to walk to where she had descended to; not feeling the least bit scared of this strange, but gorgeous, woman. As he got closer to her, he began to notice that she wasn't sitting on the pod. He stopped and took a long look at the girl, trying to make sense of what his eyes were observing. Her head looked as normal as you could possibly imagine. Her golden hair was wavy and moved easily with the soft breeze that crossed the small opening in the woods. Even the thin green vines and their tiny leaves moved with her hair. Her hair helped to frame the beautiful, almost angelic, face, here eyes the brightest green you could imagine. Her skin was not too pale, nor too bronzed; and her bare breasts showed no signs of tan lines. Her large mounds were tipped with small nipples that stood out with either arousal or a chill in the air. He could imagine suckling on those nipples and tasting her life giving essence. Alex let his eyes flow past her boobs and down to the beautiful waist and hips. He was soon looking at a pair of strong feminine legs that were slightly spread open. Her legs ran along the rim of the pod that Flora had descended atop of. The soles of her feet were pressed together, and bent down, giving the impression of a small indentation in the pods opening. Now that he focused his eyes, he could see there was no seam between her legs and the pod. He looked at her feet and noticed that they weren't really feet after all, just where her ankles came together and thinned out on the rim. He followed the beautiful legs back up to the thighs and his eyes came to rest on the juncture between them. He could make out her sex, and there was a bit of fluid seeping out of the small opening and leaking into the pod that she was connected to. "Please don't be afraid," she whispered, her voice sounding like a little girl begging her daddy not to spank her. "I won't hurt you." "I'm not afraid," Alex responded, feeling the urge to hold and comfort her of her fear. He stepped forward and around the pod and put his arms around her shoulders. He got a look at a large vine that was attached to the base of upside down bell that made up her pod. She quickly pulled away from his touch before he could get a good hold on her. "That didn't feel good," she said, her voice slightly quivering. "Your clothes are painful to my skin. Please take it off." Alex was pulling his shirt off and kicking off his shoes before he even though about what he was doing. He stopped as soon as his shirt was over his head and hanging on his arms. She was affecting him somehow, he thought, and in a good way. When she saw his bare chest, Flora's legs spread a little wider and her sweet flowery smell grew stronger. He let his shirt fall from his arms as they became more relaxed. Flora's arms reached out for Alex, her body facing his full on and he stepped all the way up to the edge of her pod and let her fingers caress his bare skin. Standing this close to her, the opening of the pod was easy for him to look into. He lowered his eyes and looked down to see that there was quite a bit of fluid inside. Enough to reach my knees if I stood in there, Alex thought. I wonder how it would feel. Flora put her finger tips under Alex's chin and lifted his gaze to her eyes. She looked at him and smiled, bringing a wondrous feeling to Alex's being. She then pulled on his arm until his hand was lying in hers, the cut palm staring up at her as she looked at it. "I can make this feel a lot better," she said. "My sap has a healing ability." "You're sap?" "Here, let me show you," Flora said, pulling his hand closer to her. Alex had to lean forward some as she pulled his hand toward her and down. He was where she was pulling it to and felt a flutter of lust rise up. Her legs opened wider and being some, causing the front of the bell to toward her and out to the sides just as finger tips touched the inside wall of the pod below her sex. She quickly let go of his wrist and her legs went back to their curved position, the pod now standing wide open as Alex was thrust backward some. "I'm sorry, Alex," she said. Your clothes were touching me and they hurt." Alex looked at his fingers; where just a little bit of her moisture had touched the tips. He rubbed them together and then slid them across his sore and painful cut and instantly felt relief from the pain. He then looked up at her, ignoring the fact that she knew his name without telling her. He could see pain in her eyes and then understood what she meant by his clothes had hurt her. "I'm sorry, Flora," he said, instantly undoing the belt, buckle and zipper of his jeans. They dropped to his ankles and he pushed his boxers down to rest with them in a pile atop his feet. He pushed his socks off as he lifted his feet out of the bunched up pants legs and stood on the grass before Flora, as naked as the day he was born. "Is this better?" "Much better," Flora replied, her voice suddenly taking on a husky tenor. Her legs quivered just a little bit and the sweet smell of her perfume invaded Alex's senses. "Come to me Alex and let me make you feel better." His mind was awash with waves of lust as he stared at her. Her arms were now reaching out for him as she hung there. Alex didn't feel he had the ability to deny Flora anything at this point and, without thinking, brought his wet fingertips to his mouth and began to suck on them. Her flavor exploded on his tongue and Alex instantly knew he had to have more. "My lips are just as sweet to kiss, but you will have to climb into my embrace." Alex stepped as close as he could to her, his extremely hard erection pressing against the smooth, almost slippery, surface of the rim. He looked down into it, seeing that it was waist high and didn't know how he was going to climb up and over it. He felt sorrow at not being able to kiss those beautiful lips and a tear began to leak from the edge of his eye. "Don't cry, lover," she whispered, her body sinking. "I will help you." Alex watched her go lower, her pod spreading out on the ground until the lip was about knee height, the level of her fluids just touching under the curve of the lip to her bell. "Now, step into me, and I will make you feel much better than you ever have before." Flora's hands reached forward and began to caress his erection as Alex stepped over the lip of her pod and felt the liquid surround his lower legs. As soon as he was close enough, she engulfed his cock with her mouth and took him all the way in. The sudden, and unexpected, attack on his dick surprised Alex and his hands quickly went to her head. The feel of her golden tresses with his fingers was silky and smoother than he had ever felt with any other woman before. As her head bobbed back and forth, Flora's hands slid up and down his legs, constantly bringing some of the liquid with them and coating them liberally with it. When she had his entire legs and buttocks dripping with her sap, she brought a double hand full of the fluid and cupped his balls in it while thrusting her mouth as far forward as she could go. The sudden feeling of the tingling liquid on his scrotum sent a myriad of feelings to race up Alex's spine and into his brain. A display of fireworks exploded behind his eyes as they shut tight and his member exploded deep into the back of Flora's throat. He felt his dick twitch with the last spurts of his seed into her mouth as she sucked and licked the last of it from his member. He looked down at her as she stared up at him. She then rose up from her position, her arms sliding up Alex's back as she rose. His cock was still raging hard and enjoyed the caress of her silky smooth skin, especially when it ran through the valley between her beautiful soft breasts. When her face was even with his, Flora's arms slid around his shoulders and pulled Alex into the most passionate and desperate kiss he had ever been in. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her tight to himself. The opening of her bell tightened around his hips and pulled him tighter, his hard-on pressed between their bodies. Alex could feel her fluids flowing now from her sex, coating the underside of his shaft and dripping off his balls. Flora had not lied to him earlier. Her lips tongue and saliva was just as sweet as the nectar that she was leaking from below. Alex could not get enough of it as his tongue probed deeper and her pod's lips became more insistent to keep him close to her. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her and never stop; but one of her hands slid between them and began to caress his raging lust. "I want you inside me, Alex," she purred, using her other hand to press on his chest and break the kiss. "Please, Alex. Let me have you inside me. I need it." Her voice oozed sex. Her eyes flared with hungry lust that would have scared Alex any other time; but under the influence of her pheromones, the constant stroking of his shaft, the gentle caress of his cock head by her nether lips, and her fluids that he had now ingested and craved, Alex could not deny her anything, even his own life, if she asked for it. "I want to be inside you too," he groaned with his own rising lust. Flora rose a little higher until her breasts were level with Alex's face. He quickly took one nipple in his mouth and began to suckle like a child and her hand held his head there. Her nectar seeped out and coated his tongue and throat while his other hand received more of the same treatment as it began to play with the other breast. Her other hand continued to stroke his hard-on and positioned the tip of its head at the entrance to her tunnel. "Tell me again, Alex," she grunted, slipping the head of his cock around the entrance and coating it with her fluids. "I must know you want this before I can embrace you." Alex felt the ring of her pods opening quiver with need to tighten around his hips and help him thrust into her. His dick throbbed as she teased the head with her pussy's wet lips, which seemed to pulse around it, as if they were kissing on the tip and suck him into her. His body no longer wanted or needed Flora. It demanded her to take him; but his mind quickly raced through something he heard recently. Maradith had been talking about him when talking to the lead singer of D'Vnt Sound and to Floratine. She knew that Alex was there and about to break in. He was about to be trapped in the sexual embrace of a pitcher plant woman for at least a month, if not forever. There would be no escape once she had him completely in her embrace. "Please, Alex," Flora whispered, her hot breath flowing across his ear as more of her nectar sprayed across his tongue from the nipple. His brain began to fog up from the pleasure and he tried to fight through it. "Surrender into me. I'm so hungry and need you." Flora's hand continued to slide up and down his cock, her honey now completely coating his erection. It tingled with a feeling he never knew could exist and tried his best to ignore it as he fought through the growing demand of his body to give into Flora's hungry need. He pulled his hand offer her opposite breast and his mouth off her nipple; but Flora used her hand on the back of his head to move him to the other breast and it began to express more fluids deep into his mouth. The flavor was the same; but his body felt weak against her grasp. The sensations of her quivering legs to pull him deep inside her sex and her fingers stroking faster now befuddled his mind. He was losing the grasp on why he was fighting the urge to just thrust as deep as he could. He then felt the fluids inside her pod touch his balls, never noticing before as they level rose as she continued to drip more into the pod. As it began to rise up and completely coat them with the viscous fluid, Alex lost all his thoughts of resisting Flora. His mouth popped off her nipple and he looked up into her beautiful green eyes and surrendered to her will and hunger. "I'm yours," he whispered. In an instant, Alex was embraced. Flora's upper body dropped as her bell's opening closed tight around his hips. His cock was buried into the tightest, but softest, pussy he had ever been in before. Her arms embraced his body, one arm angled up his back with her hand on the back of his head, holding his lips to hers as she kissed him desperately. His body twitched as his hips jerked in and out the tiniest of distances with the throbbing and milking motions of her inner walls. As her sex sucked on him, Alex groaned into Flora's mouth as his orgasm exploded like no other. His mind now begged for even more of this euphoric pleasure as her body kept his dick rigid inside her soft massaging walls. His thrust became less erratic and took on a much slower place, his hands sliding across her back, one to the lower portion and the other sliding under her golden silky tresses. Alex's eyes were closed with the waves of pleasure that continued to wash over his body. He only remotely felt something slipping up over his bare skin from his hips. His mind was dimly aware of something folding over his flesh, the inside silk smooth against his skin and warm to the touch. He felt the heat rising around him as the smooth touch reached his upper back and against his arms on Flora's back. Alex didn't open his eyes when the leaves from the outer edges of the pod rose up and closed around his and flora's upper bodies. He was only aware that he was pressed tightly to her body by the petals that had wrapped them close together. He felt invigorated as the fluids from her bell rose up into the airtight sealed pod to surround his chest, causing his flesh to tingle. He felt another orgasm release deep into her body and she moaned into his mouth, gripping him tighter to her. Her mouth grew wider and began to cover his, and then cover his nose. He was too far gone with the building of another orgasm and humped away, feeling the fluid now reach his chin. Her tongue continued to play with his in the oddest sense of a deep kiss, while her mouth kept his mouth and nose covered. He didn't care whether she kept giving him the necessary oxygen she was providing or not, just as long as she continued to milk his cock and balls as her sex was doing. Alex let another stream of cum shoot deep into her and noticed that his mouth was filling with fluid. He swallowed her nectar again and again, feeling refreshed and ready for more fucking as her sex never stopped its massaging of his tool. He pushed deep into her and lost track of how many times he came at this point. Time seemed to have stopped in this tight enclosure of her pod and tight embrace. All he knew was that he had more to give, and she wanted more...so much more. And he wanted to give all of it to her. Maradith walked into the clearing and smiled. She saw the dark green shape hanging from the canopy, attached to the large fine at the bottom. She admired the undulating bodies that were noticeable from the skin tight outer layer. She could make out Alex standing between what looked like Flora's wide spread legs. They both moved in the dance of sexual pleasures and ever so often, both would hold still in the embrace and twitch with their orgasms. A small bulge then formed at the base of the pod, where the vine was connected and ran the full length up into the canopy. Maradith watched it, knowing that Alex wouldn't miss those little pieces of his soul as much as he would miss Flora's embrace, when she let him go. Maradith reached up and caressed both bodies at the same time. Her touch sent waves of great bliss through both sex partners and Alex's form thrust deep into his succubus pitcher plant and gave up another part of his soul with another orgasm. "You two have been having quite a bit of fun these past two weeks," Maradith whispered, wrapping her arms around the pod and then her wings. "Don't forget flora, he's not for keeps...this time. I need him to help the girls. I'll be back for him in a couple more weeks." Three weeks later, Alex was richer than he had ever though he could possibly be. Four magazines had snatched up his article on D'Vnt Sound, since he was the only reporter that had been allowed to interview the group since they hit the big time. From that point forward, once a year, he was known to go on hiatus for nearly a month, completely unable to be reached. Rumor had spread that Alex went to a small island he had bought in the southern Pacific; but no one knew that he spent that time with his new lover, Flora. Twenty years later, Alex disappeared. He left a note saying he was going on vacation, but this time he did not give a time when he expected to return. When he walked out of his home, he didn't know if he would be returning or not. When he walked through the door and stepped into Flora's embrace, he knew he didn't want to leave her again. "Keep me," he whispered, as he broke their kiss and before she could close up around him once more. "I never want to leave you again." "Kneel down, my pod mate, and let us taste one another," she whispered, pushing on Alex's shoulders with her gentle hands. He took his place on his knees inside her body, her fluids up to his waist. He looked up at her with utter devotion in his eyes as her hands touched his head and began to pull it toward her sex. He quickly understood what she meant now by tasting each other and started licking and kissing at her opening. The fluids flowed steadily from her sex as he stimulated her with his tongue and fingers. Flora moaned with the pleasure and leaned forward at her waist. Her torso covered the top of the opening of the pod and Alex was thrust into a dark green enclosure that smelled of the greatest pleasure he had been enjoying since meeting Flora. He continued to lick his lovers flower, loving the taste of her nectar as it coated his tongue, lips and face. His face pressed harder into it, trying to probe as deep into her as he could, and feeling her opening accommodate him by opening up even more. The chamber began to fill with Flora's grunting moans as her body quivered with pleasure. The deeper his head pushed, the more she came. Succubus Ranch Ch. 08 The bell of her pod began to contract, tightening around Alex and pushing him up as his head sank fully into her sex. Flora's arms reached around the sides of his chest and caressed as far down as they could go, reaching the head of his raging hard-on. She began to caress it, urging it to ejaculate as her pod pushed Alex further into her opening. His mind became a whirlwind of lust and he lost all thought of the outside world. His body was close to an orgasm like no other that Flora had given him before. She kept bringing him close to the edge and holding him at it until the need to come abated; then she would start up again, drawing him closer to the edge that now seemed to be even father than it had been before. His shoulders were pressing into the side walls of her pod, his head and neck buried deep into her sex. The inner walls pulsed with each orgasm that he gave her and he could feel her fluids flowing past his face like a small brook. He lapped at the sweet fluids, wanting more and more, never wanting to taste anything else because nothing would ever be as good as this. He felt his shoulders slip into the opening and his body was moved around by the muscles of the inner walls. Alex now lay on his back inside Flora's sex, her nectar flowing all around him. His rigid staff was sticking straight up inside her bell. She pulled on it as her bell shrank and constricted around his body, bringing his legs up closer to her torso, still sealing the pod. Her mouth latched onto his head and she began to suck with a hunger like no other. Alex lost his mind to the rapturous blow job and exploded into her mouth, his body jerking back and forth inside the throbbing and clenching pussy that held his body. He grew weak with the orgasm and felt his body go limp as Flora continued to suck on his dick while her pussy sucked on his torso. He was nearly unconscious from the bliss when she let his cock go. She let out a continuous moan as her pussy now sucked hard on his relaxed body and pulled Alex inside further. He felt his life slipping away as the plant portion of his lover took him more and more, finally closing around his feet. Maradith watched as the bulge, in the shape of a man with a large erection, was pulled slowly up the long vine and far above the canopy. She stood and waited a bit longer until Flora's torso rose up from her position covering the bell of the pitcher. She could see tears running from the woman's eyes, the look on her face showing signs of great excited pleasure and deep despair. "Do not cry, dear Flora," Maradith said, walking over and caressing the girl's cheek. "I couldn't stop," she whispered. "He felt so good, and tasted so delicious. I wanted him more than anything and he gave himself to me so willingly." "Just as it should always be," Maradith cooed. "But now I won't have a regular," Flora said with a sniffle. "None of the others have come back like he did." "Don't worry, you will get plenty more," Maradith replied. "There are always more like Alex. Besides, he will be with you again soon. He's only going to become a little better at giving pleasure as you have learned." Maradith kissed Flora full on the lips and left the room, headed for the plant nursery to check on the newest addition. She figured Alex would make a beautiful rose bush with the most delicious vines and delectable scent to entice the ladies for a very close kiss. And if they so desired pain, his thorns would give them just enough to raise the level of their pleasure. * Copyright 2009 © by Jason Morris. All rights reserved. Succubus Ranch Ch. 09 This story is copyrighted 2009 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. * Max had been dealing with tons of stress during this time with the slumping economy and trying to keep the company he worked for in the black. His performance was above par for anyone in the position that he had in the accounting department. After three weeks in a row of finding another action item with a budge that could be cut to below three million dollars, he expected to at least get a huge bonus. When the time for bonuses came around, though, the company sent out a memo to all of the employees that they would be receiving a notice when to report to the CEO of the company. Max immediately had a bad feeling about this. You never went straight to the head of the company to pick up your bonus. This was something that just screamed termination. For the next week and a half, Max kept working on ways to save the company money, finding very little penny that was being looked over and seeing one more chance to make sure he did not lose his job. When he received the e-mail from the CEO's secretary, he was surprised with the urgency of the appointment. Max's appointment to see the big boss within the next 30 minutes and to miss the appointment was to mean immediate release of prior engagements with the corporation. Max grabbed his coat and rushed to the restroom. After splashing some cold water on his face and making sure his appearance was in order, he straightened his tie and walked with a steady pace toward the double doors to the head office. I might as well go down with my head held high, he thought to himself, as he passed the open office doors. Once inside the main doors, he walked up to the secretary's prefabricated desk and smiled as she looked up. "Can I help you?" she asked. "I'm Max Justin. I was told to come see Mr. Knox." "Yes," the secretary said looking back down at an appointment book. "He will be with you in a moment, sir. Please take a seat." Max's rear had barely gotten comfortable in the large plush couch when the secretary told him he could enter the main office now. He walked through the only other door in the office and found himself in a large, very opulent, corner office with nothing but windows all around, looking out on the New York skyline. "Have a seat, Max," Mr. Knox said from the other side of a large solid oak desk. Max walked over and sat in the left chair, so that he could see Mr. Knox and hopefully get a peek at the computer screen that was slightly angled on the right side of the desk. "I'm sure you're a smart man, Max, and know that you are not in here about receiving a bonus," Mr. Knox started out, folding his hands on the desk. "With this economy, and the pressure from some politicians, we are going to have some serious trouble if we even try to give our employees earning over 250 thousand dollars a very much deserved pay raise. "I want you to know that your name has come up in several of the recent meetings when saving money was mentioned," Mr. Knox continued, looking at his computer screen again. "It says here that in the past month, your watchful eyes and calculating mind has saved the company over six million dollars. This is no small feat, as I'm sure you already know." "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt; but I am not a man that likes long talks and discussions for a decision that has already been made," Max said, deciding he didn't want to have his termination drawn out longer than it needed to be. "I would like to know directly what it is that the company expects of me, at this time." "I was told that about you, too," Mr. Knox chuckled while looking at Max. "Jared mentioned you would want to get to the point. That's a very quality trait. So, let's get to the point, then. "Max, you have been here with the company for three and a half years and moved up seven positions in that time. You've found and saved the company over eight million dollars in that time, as well; and you have worked more hours than some of your superiors in the company. Plus, you have never taken a vacation day; and when you were sick, you came in at night during the week so you wouldn't get your coworkers sick while working during the day. "I'm not allowed by the board members to give you a bonus, and the raise that is being offered is so minute that I would not be surprised if you quit over the matter and look for another position that will pay what you deserve. But...and this is a major 'but'...I am going to offer you something that will not come from the company. Max, I can see in your eyes that you need a stress free vacation; and I have just the place for you to go. I have booked a week long stay at a place that will give you the best massages, the greatest drinks, and plenty of beautiful women, or men if you swing that way, that you will never grow tired of looking at them." "I'm sorry, sir," Max said holding up his hand. "The company is going to send me on vacation but can't give me a bonus?" "No, Max. The company is not going to give you a bonus and will not pay for a trip for you to relax. I, on the other hand, am already scheduled for this trip on my own funds; but I'm offering it to you. If you keep at this pace, you will burn out before the end of this recession; and you won't be worth a damn when the money actually starts rolling in again. "I know because it's what happened to my brother. Now," Mr. Knox said, reaching into a drawer in his desk and pulling out an envelope, "take this and enjoy your vacation." Max thought about that meeting as he relaxed into the extremely plush first class seat and the flight attendant handed him the full champagne flute. He sipped at it and smiled, knowing that for the first time since he started high school, he was finally going to relax. ----- Max was met at the luggage receiving carousel with his two suitcases already sitting next to a large man holding a sign with his name printed neatly on it. The man introduced himself as Mack, the driver, and escorted Max to a large limousine. When Max climbed in, he expected to find a large empty interior, maybe even some liquor on a small bar. What he found completely surprised him. "Hello, Max," said the bald man. His black slacks and t-shirt hugged his physically fit body. "I'm Jason and this is my associate, Maradith. We are the owners of the facility you will be staying at during this next week." Max looked at the man that was sitting next to him for only the briefest moment. He then turned his eyes to the woman being introduced to him. Maradith sat in the seat across along the side o the limo, her legs crossed and showing a lot of thigh through the slit in the long dress she was wearing. The front had a very low cut, giving Max a look at Maradith's cleavage. Max did his best not to give a bad impression with these business owners and stare down Maradith's dress. It was a hard task, but he managed pretty well. As the car moved through traffic and out of the city, Jason and Maradith continued to explain what they had planned for Max. "As you can guess, Mr. Knox is a good client of our sand he always sends others to us that become eternal customers for us," Jason said, picking up three champagne glasses and handing of two to Max, so he could pass one to Maradith. "He told us a lot about how you helped out your corporation," Maradith said, leaning forward to take the proffered glass from Max, showing off her bosom even more. Max's eyes looked down the valley of her womanly figure for a while as Maradith did not sit back up right away. When max pulled his eyes away from the view, he looked up into Maradith's face with a blush on his; but she smiled at him and gave a quick wink before sitting up and leaning back into her seat. "I hope Mr. Knox didn't have anything bad to say about me," Max said, with a bit of chuckle in his voice. He was feeling tense sitting so close to a beautiful woman that seemed to be flirting and teasing him purposely. "He told us that you were taking on more work than regular and becoming a bit stressed," Jason said before taking a sip of his drink. "We have several different ideas to give you a week long relaxation routine. We'd like to go over them with you while on the drive, so that you can begin to relax as soon as possible." "You...oh my," Maradith said, quickly being interrupted when Max jumped and spilled some of his champagne on his lap. He had been startled when Maradith started talking to him because he never saw her move from the side seat and had sat down right next to him. Her voice right next to his ear and sudden presence beside him caused his nerves to leap and spill the drink all over his legs and crotch. "I'm so sorry about that," Maradith said, taking the flute from Max's hand and reaching across him to hand it to Jason. He took the glass and handed her a towel, which Maradith began to press lightly against Max's upper thigh, right near his groin. "As I was going to say, you seem to be very tense right now, and our nerves are quite jumpy, too. Let us help you to relax." The last word seemed to sink into Max's brain and make his muscles become a little lethargic. He felt it come on quickly and struggled to keep on his game as Maradith's hands continued to press, pat, and then rub, at the wet stain in his crotch. Her presence so close, and the perfume she wore, affected him stronger than any woman had before; and Maradith's hands were soon lightly rubbing the growing bulge in Max's slacks. "I can already tell that we are going to have to get you to work out some of those tensions," Jason said. Max turned his head to look at him and was surprised to see that the man had moved over to the side seat where Maradith had been sitting earlier. He never noticed Jason moved; but he did notice as Maradith's body pressed into his side as her lips came close to his ear. "Our staff," she said, giving a bit of a harder squeeze on Max's erection, "has wonderful ways to exercise the stress out of your tense muscles." Maradith words were husky as they blew across his ear before she kissed it lightly. Her hand was no longer trying to give the impression of taking care of the spilled champagne. It purposely caressed up and down his shaft, stroking him with precision that he never felt before, not even with his own hands. "Pl...pl...please, don't do that," Max stuttered, trying to scoot to the space Jason had vacated and put space between himself and Maradith. "Why, Max?" she asked, her hand keeping its pace as she moved with him. "You seem to be enjoying it," she cooed." "I do," he said, placing his hand on hers, and then sliding it all the way to the edge of his shaft before pulling her hand away from it. "I just don't like an audience," he said, nodding to Jason. "I told you," Jason said to Maradith. "He's going to be a hard sell." "I think the staff will do wonders at getting him in top physical shape," Maradith said to Jason, but still looking Max in the eyes. "I'm going to suggest a couple of exercise classes during the day, with one-on-one sessions with someone. In the evenings, you will get a massage from our best masseuse, Cecelia. She'll massage your muscles until they are as loose as jelly." "We could always let him get his massage from Jenny, if you want him to feel like jelly," Jason chuckled. "Maybe several laps in the pool with Jenny would be a good idea each afternoon. Cecelia always likes to work on the muscles after Jenny's worked someone out." "Um...I don't want to sound ungrateful," Max said, feeling his dick begin to shrink back to normal now that Maradith wasn't teasing him so badly, "but, are all of your staff members' women?" "No, we have men that work on the staff, too," Maradith said, looking at Max with a quizzical visage. "But you don't swing that way," she said matter-of-factly. "No, no, I don't like men that way," Max said. "I just don't want long escapade of tease and denial. I was under the impression that I was going to something like a spa...or something." "Definitely 'or something,'" Jason replied. "There's your new home for the next week," he said, pointing out the tinted window as they pulled into the parking log. When they came to a halt and Max stepped out, he found himself standing at the bottom of a set of stairs. He turned around and looked across the parking lot and saw a large sign atop a pole baring the drawing of a beautiful buxom woman with horns, tail and pitchfork. Next to her was the name of the place his boss had sent him to relax: SUCCUBUS RANCH "That dirty old bastard," Max mumbled under his breath before turning around. He had heard about the "ranches" that were dotted around the Nevada desert. He now understood why Maradith was so forward with him in the car. She was either one of the staff or the Madame here, and Jason was the pimp. He quickly vowed to spend the week without having any sex, since he'd heard that many of these places were rampant with sexually transmitted diseases. "Come along, dear," Maradith said, taking his arm in hers. "We need to introduce you to Malcolm and Jenny so you will know that we are not the evil perverts you think we are...unless you want us to be, that is." Maradith gave a seductive wink and licked her lips wile looking at him. Max became curious, as Maradith pulled him along and up the stairs to the porch of what looked like an antebellum plantation house. He wondered how this woman could have known what he was thinking; then he guessed that she must get that attitude from many of their customers. When they reached the top of the stairs, Jason held the door open from the inside as Maradith stood beside Max. "Welcome to Succubus Ranch, Max," he said, waving his arm in invitation to enter. Max felt a weight on his shoulders, pressing him to the spot where he stood. He couldn't explain his hesitation. It was just an overbearing presence that seemed to try and keep him from moving forward. He stood there longer than either Jason or Maradith expected him too, as both looked at each other then back at him. Maradith moved to his side and took his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth. "Don't worry, Max, we won't make you do anything you don't want to do," she soothed kissing his knuckles. "I didn't force a blow job on you on the ride here, as I had planned on, just as our staff will not force sex on you while you are here, either." "We give our word," both of them said in unison. Somehow, this helped Max fight the pressure to remain outside and he stepped across the threshold and entered the cool darker interior of the foyer. Max's eyes adjusted pretty quickly as the driver entered behind him, carrying the suitcases and began to take them up the stairs without any instructions. "We've put you in room eight," Jason said, handing an electronic key card to Max. "This will allow you to enter the room, if you leave it. If you need anything, just ask and you will receive it. Jenny will come up and get you at three for your swimming and she will take you right to Cecelia for your massage afterward." Max thanked both Jason and Maradith and went to his room, but he found it was actually a suite. He had expected the typical hotel room; but what he walked into was actually a sitting room. Past it was a small kitchenette and off to the side was a bedroom with a king sized bed. A large restroom, with garden Jacuzzi tub, was just off the bedroom. "Wow, they do know how to make someone feel welcome," Max said softly as he looked around the room. Going back to the kitchenette, he opened the refrigerator and noticed only sodas and different types of beer were stocked inside. "I think I'll call down for some bottled water," he said softly. A second later, there was a knock on the door. Max crossed the room and opened it to find a stunningly beautiful blonde standing on the other side, holding a case of bottled water in her arms. "You asked for water, sir?" she asked. "I just...how did...," Max stumbled over his words as the woman walked into his room with the case and went straight to the fridge. He saw her bed over and placed the bottles one by one into it. He couldn't help but admire her tight ass in the extremely short shorts as she remained bent over at the waist. When she finished, she stood up and turned to face him. "Would you like me to take some of these sodas or beers away, while I'm here," she asked, her voice sounding very pleasant and full of kindness. Max nodded, his mind still trying to figure out how she could have come to his room so quickly. "Please come show me what you want me to take from you." He walked over to the open fridge door, his mind running through the double meaning her words had and thinking about her sexy body "taking" all it wanted from him. He stood beside the open door as she turned her back and bent over at the waist again. Max's groin was at perfect height with her rear and the thought of taking that one step forward and grinding into her cheeks was a little too strong. He moved forward an inch before he caught himself and kept still. Holding his ground, the girl looked over her shoulder at him with a twinkle in her eye and gave a coy smile with a wink. She then pressed back into his grin with his rising erection nestled right between her cheeks and slid down as she squatted. His cock had jumped to full hardness as it slid between her flexed buttock muscles. Looking down at her, he could see over her shoulder and right down the large neck of her tank-top shirt and see her bosom clearly. "So, do you see anything you like?" she asked, giggling up at him. Max blushed and tore his eyes off her rack and looked at the racks in the fridge. She turned her head to look too, but lost her balance and grabbed max's inner thigh for support, just below his crotch. "Thank you," she whispered, giving his leg a gentle and flirtatious squeeze while sliding up his leg." "Uh...you're welcome," he mumbled, fighting the urge to stand there and let her roam freely up into his crotch and stroke his erection. When it did reach the apex of his thighs and touch his balls, though, Max placed his hand on hers and pulled it away and put it on the door for her support. I think the sodas there are just find, I will make do with this." The woman gave a small pouty look to him as she stood and closed the door. "If there is anything else you would like, sir," she said, walking to him, one foot in front of the other to sway her hips seductively. "Anything at all, just ask. Lady Maradith prefers we make our guests happy." Her hands touched his shoulders and she leaned in to kiss Max full on the lips. He turned his head at the last possible moment, getting a quick smell of her breath and feeling bad at missing out on tasting what must be a very sweet and tender kiss that she was now giving his cheek. They stayed like that for just a second before she began to walk past him, her one hand dragging across his chest as she moved past him. The door opened slowly before she reached it and she looked over her shoulder at him without missing a seductive step through it. "We're at your beck and call, sir," she cooed. "If you want me, just ask for Delilah. I will return as soon as you want me." Max adjusted his dick after the door closed and plopped down on the couch. Succubus Ranch Ch. 09 "This is going to be a very long and very had week," he mumbled, feeling his muscles tense up as there was another knock at the door. Opening it, he saw a beautiful woman in a one piece bathing suit that matched her tan skin tone and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She also wore a rubber cap over heir hair, like competition swimmers wear, without a single hair sticking out. "Hello, Max," she said, walking in right past him. "I'm Jamie. I'll be your lifeguard for your swimming exercises. Jenny is a bit occupied with another guest at the moment." Okay, but there's a problem," Max replied, enjoying the view of this beauty standing in the sitting room. "I didn't think about swimming when I packed and I don't have any trunks." "Oh, that's no problem, handsome," she replied cheerily and walked right into his bedroom. Max followed her, wanting to make sure she wasn't going to strip down and climb into his bed. Though she was gorgeous and he knew he would enjoy being pressed close to her body beneath the sheets; he was going to keep his word and not have sex with anybody at this place. "Here you go." He found her standing at the chest of drawers and pulling out what looked like a pair of cyclists shorts. She brought them over to Max and handed them over without so much as touching his hand in the process. She was pleasant and cheerful, and even a bit flirtatious in her behavior; but she had yet to try and press the issue of sex with him. Holding the shorts in his hands, Max could tell that they felt like a lot like spandex. He knew the size would be perfect to form fit his body, just as Jamie's one piece suit did her body. With her lack of physical contact, he figured that he would be able to keep from having an erection appearing inside the snug material. "I'll just go put them on, then," he said and did so in the restroom with the door closed. He expected Jamie to be sitting on his bed waiting for him and didn't know how to feel when he found the bedroom empty when he came out. "Come on, slow poke," she called from the sitting room, near the door. "I have a couple of towels for you, so let's go." There was no hostility in her voice, and Max found her at the door holding two towels with one hand and the door open with the other. He followed her out and down a back stairwell into another corridor. She opened a door and Max walked in to find a pool half the size of an Olympic sized pool. The whole room was devoid of anyone else and Jamie wasted no time. She tossed the towels into a nearby chair and made a perfect dive off the side of the pool into the water. She surfaced a short distance away and waved Max in. "Come on, I won't bite," she joked, diving back under the water. Max walked over to the edge and dipped his toes into the water and found it just a little warmer than the room temperature. He stepped off the edge and into the water, feeling his head go beneath the water before kicking his way back to the surface. What he saw and heard when he broke the surface was completely unexpected. A couple of sea birds screeched overhead as the sun beat down on the rolling dark blue waves. Max was just able to make out the soft sounds of crashing waves nearby, and turning in that direction, he saw a small island with a gazebo on it in the distance. He turned to look around and just caught the sight of a large fish tail sink below the water nearby. A large splash next to him caused Max to jerk back from the sound and look to see the giant fish that was about to devour him. "Maradith was right," Jamie said, still wearing the plastic cap on her head. "You are jumpy. Let's get you swimming so you can burn off all that tense energy. Come on, I'll race you to the shore." Jamie dove under the water and Max became even more nervous when he saw her lower back then ass as she curled into her diver under the water. The flesh gently changed to fish scales, and then the very long and slender body of a fish followed through the air. The tail popped out of the water and smacked the surface, splashing Max right in the face with the salty water. "Fucking great," Max mumbled, wiping his face and treading water. "Mr. Knox was right. I've snapped. I've completely lost it." He shut his eyes tight and began chanting a mantra about what he thought was reality. "I'm in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman. I'm in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman. I'm in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman. I'm in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman." "Ah...thank you, Max," Jamie's voice said nearby. "I think you're quite handsome, too. But if you don't swim to shore, I'm going to have to carry you when your legs give out. Now come on." Max opened his eyes and saw Jamie dive under again, this time her bright red hair wasn't hidden beneath the cap anymore. He felt the fatigue already growing in his legs and decided that if this was a mental break down, it wouldn't do to drown in the pool; plus, swimming to shore would be the same as swimming to the edge of the real pool. He made up his mind and began swimming. When he reached the sand, his body was bone tired and he felt exhausted from the strain of the exercise. He lay on his back on the sandy beach and looked up at the clear blue sky. He wondered how he got here and how he was going to get back home when Jamie's beautiful face blocked his view. "I think I may have put you too far out for your first swim," she said with a pout on her face. "I'm sorry about that, handsome." Jamie leaned forward and Max felt her bare breast press into his bare chest, her hard nipples poking into his flesh. "Can I make it up to you somehow?" she asked sultrily. Her lips were mere inches from his and Max was unable to think as he felt her body arouse his lusts. He felt her slide atop his body, and, through the spandex shorts, he could feel the scales of her tail press into his groin just as her lips lightly touched his. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up, keeping her lips from pressing any harder on his and instigating something he wasn't sure where he wanted to happen or not. "It's okay," he moaned, looking into her ocean green eyes. His hand reached up and caressed her cheek instinctively; but he pulled it away before he let himself get caught up in the pleasure of the moment. "I just need to catch my breath and relax." "Good," Jamie said, sliding off of him, "because it's almost time for your massage. That should help you really relax. You'll find a low table in the gazebo over there. Just lie down and relax and Cecelia will be with you soon." She leaned over and gave his cheek a tender kiss and got up on her hands and began to move toward the water. "Jenny will give you your swimming lessons tomorrow; so, if you want me," Jamie looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips while giving him a lascivious look, "you're going to have to ask for me." Max pushed up onto his elbows and watched as Jamie and watched Jamie move into the surf and disappear beneath the waves. He felt sad at loss opportunity of being with a mermaid; but he knew that if he wished to break his promise to himself, he would get that chance again this week. He stood up and brushed the sand off his hands as best as he could as he walked to the gazebo. Just outside it, there was a shower head that he used to wash off all the sand that he had been unable to reach and moved over to the table, still dripping wet. Max had been to a couple of massage parlors before, and took the towel off a nearby table and wrapped it around his waist before removing the spandex shorts from underneath it. The "low table" was more like a very short platform that was little more than a couple of inches off the main floor. The cushion on it was very comfortable and Max began to doze within minutes of lying down. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," said a female voice near his feet. "Please, don't move, sir," it blurted out quickly when he started to look over his shoulder. "I'm a very shy girl and I'd prefer if you didn't look at me just yet. As a matter of precaution, I placed a blindfold next to your head. If you would please put it on and we can get started." "I'm not sure about this," Max said, picking up the soft material and holding it up. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I do not want to have sex with anyone; and this seems like a kinky way of tricking me into doing that with you." I promise you, sir, that I will not do anything to you that you do not want me to do; and, if I start to go to far, just ask me to stop and I will," the soft voice said as her warm moist hands took one of his feet into it. "Lady Maradith would be most displeased if any of us did anything to her guests that they did not wish. We pride ourselves in keeping customers at Succubus Ranch happy." "That's another thing," Max continued, sliding the silk mask over his eyes and around his head. "What happened to everything? One minute, I'm jumping into a swimming pool inside a southern plantation house, and then I'm instantly bobbing in the ocean close to a small island. I mean, how did my swim instructor become a mermaid, for crying out loud? None of this is even possible; but I find myself completely accepting the situation without second guessing it anymore. Did I have a nervous breakdown or something?" "Oh, Max," the woman spoke gently. "You're not having a nervous breakdown. We just have our ways of tricking the senses. You need to relax and keep from having a breakdown, and one of the most relaxing things for humans is to hear the sounds of the beach. That, plenty of exercise and then a full body massage usually work wonders on someone." The woman's voice had become a bit husky as her hands worked past Max's feet and began to massage up his calves. He felt her small frame sliding across the inner parts of his legs. Her hands were slick with an oily substance and they glided easily over his sore muscles. He felt his feet and calves were now feeling tingly when her hands reached his lower thighs and rubbed the oil into his skin. A soft breeze blew the smell of the oil up to him and he thought it smelled of coco butter and something else he couldn't put his finger on. "That feels good, Cecelia," he said, turning his head to the side and breathing deep through his nose. "It smells good too. What is that you're using?" "It's a family secret. It helps relax the muscles just from the touch; but being rubbed in like this; it will soak into your skin and begin to help the rest of you relax too." "I hop it won't relax me too much," Max mumbled, starting to feel tired again. "I don't want to sleep though this." "Don't worry, Max. I won't let you fall asleep." With that, he felt something tickle the bottom of his foot while her hands continued to work the back of his thighs. He giggled, not even wondering how she had done that. "Please, keep your word and do not look, okay? I need to move up to your torso and work the rest of your body." "I'll keep my word as long as you keep yours," Max said, remembering her promise not to do anything he didn't want her to do. He heard strange noises on the wood as she apparently moved up to beside him. Then her hands began to work his upper thighs, just inside the towel. "Hey, that's getting pretty close." "I won't move my hands any further up than this," she said with a giggle. Max could imagine her putting her hand over her mouth like a child. "But I do need to get the muscles up this high, at the very least." When she moved to his opposite thigh, he felt her bare nipples brush against his legs before she leaned further and both her breasts pressed between the back of his thighs. "Are you wearing a bra or top?" max asked, but without any anger in his voice. He was starting to enjoy the attentions of the beautiful women here; plus, the scent of the oil was helping him to relax more and enjoy the moment. "I never wear clothes," she sighed, her hands rubbing the relaxing oil into his tense thigh muscle. "They irritate my skin, so I never wear them." "Is that why you don't want me to see you, because you're naked right now?" "No, silly," she said, tickling the back of both of his knees and getting a chuckle out of him. He never noticed that both of her hands were still working on his thigh at the same time. "I work in a brothel, so I am quite used to being seen naked. It's just that men don't usually take to seeing me unless I get them used to me being around them first." "From what I've felt so far, your breasts are quite nice and a little heft," Max said. "That's meant as a compliment, by the way. Also when you were down at my lower thighs and between my feet, I will make a guess that you have a nice thin waist. Your voice is very nice, too; and your hands feel small and feminine even if they are strong enough to work the stress out of my muscles. "I really don't see why any man would blanch at seeing what my senses tell me is a beautiful woman," Max finished. "You're very sweet," she giggled. He then felt her lips on the lowest part of his exposed back and kiss it gently. "But there is more to me than what you've described. Maybe you will see later on. Maybe you won't. It all depends...," she said, leaving the sentence unfinished. Her hands began to massage Max's lower back just above the towel and the oil was working more quickly now that it was in his system. He felt his back muscles almost turn to jelly within seconds. "What if I want to see you right now?" Max asked, moving his arm to reach for the eye covering. Something soft and slender came to rest on his forearm and held it to the table. "Please, don't," Cecelia said, a bit of sadness in her voice. Her hands continued to work on his lower back, moving with gentle motions with their slick oils. The thing that had caught his arm seemed to kiss his flesh before moving off of it, leaving an oily substance behind that left it feeling completely relaxed. "I'll only let you see me when you are much more relaxed," she said, and then whispered so softly he barely heard her, "and willing." "If I get much more relaxed, I'll be asleep," Max mumbled, his body feeling like a dead weight already from the middle of his back down to his toes. His one forearm and the hand below where he had been held down were beyond reach of his mind to move. He even tried to wiggle those fingers and couldn't tell if he had succeeded or not. I can make sure you don't fall asleep," Cecelia giggled, once more slipping gently under the towel where his legs were. Max tried to move, but his muscles were to lethargic from the massage. "Don't worry, though. I won't do anything you don't want me to do, remember?" Whatever it was she had slipped beneath the towel and along his inner thighs, Max felt it slide back out, caressing his inner thighs; but it had been so close to his scrotum and its touch had been so gentle. He already felt like he had lost another opportunity for something he had never felt before but would have enjoyed immensely. "I don't know what's going on anymore, but I think I'm starting to enjoy it," he mumbled. Cecelia's hands were now working the oil into his upper back and over his shoulders. The smell of the oils, along with the salty air of the sea, sank deep into his mind, along with the slow steady crashing of the small waves on the beach and the just as evenly paced pressure as the oils were rubbed deep into his muscles. "That's it, Max," she cooed close to his ear. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. Nothing bad will happen to you here. But, before you get too relaxed, I need you to roll over." Max had to work hard to force his muscles to lift his weight off the soft cushioned surface of the table and turn over. When he finally managed it, he could feel that his towel had come loose, but he didn't have the strength to reach up and fix it. He kept as still as he heard the strange slurping noises he heard earlier when Cecelia moved to his side. Her hands were back at his feet again. This may become a bit sensual, Max," she said, her voice sounding huskier than it had before. "I want to warn you in advance. I will need to climb up your body as I work your legs to give you the best massage." Mmmmm," Max replied. "I'm okay with that, just as long as you don't stop rubbing me." "Would you mind if I gave you a special massage, instead of a normal one?" she asked, her voice sounding sultry, but somewhat shy. "Special massage?" he asked, a smile crossing his lips. "It's not what you think," she replied, her hands still working his feet. "I just use a special technique to massage the muscles, so I can get them really relaxed and rub in the oils better. Here, let me show you with your other foot." Max felt his other foot be lifted off the table and wrapped sensually in something firm but with some give to it. Inside the wrapping, there were small circular places that felt like they were kissing his foot and toes, everywhere without actually pulling them deep into the mouth. The wrapping tightened and loosened rhythmically, occasionally moving the small kisses along his foot and up to his ankles. "Oh, yeah," Max moaned aloud. "That feels great. I wouldn't mind feeling that everywhere." He chuckled when Cecelia giggled at his words, actually hoping that she was thinking the same dirty thought that had crossed his mind. Though he had no intentions of having sex, he couldn't lie and say he didn't wonder what that technique would fee like on his dick. "Let's just do your feet and legs first," she said silkily as his other foot was engulfed by the same technique that was still working on the first one. "We'll see if you're still awake after that and then, maybe, let you feel it...everywhere." Max felt his dick twitch with the implications as it began to rise with the dirty thoughts crossing his mind. In the darkness of the blindfold, he could imagine himself writhing under the ministrations of that technique. He felt the towel loosen some more as his cock slowly grew firm and rise toward the top. His muscles were too relaxed to be able to fix the towel, and he tried to change his thoughts to something else; but the sensations that were no slowly creeping up his ankles and calves were just too arousing to get his mind to think of much else. He groaned with his inability to control that one part of himself and tried to focus his attention on decreasing its size. This plan was thrown out the window when he felt Cecelia's hands touch his thighs and begin to slide her oil-slicked fingers up and inward. He tried to move his arms and found they would not respond to his minds demands to reach down and stop the woman's encroaching hands. "I thought you promised not to do anything I didn't want you to do," he moaned as her fingers slipped underneath the towel and continued to move slowly toward his crotch. "Your body wants it, Max," she said with a sultry, breathy voice. "All the same, I need you to actually ask for it, though." Cecelia's slender fingers came to stop just short of Max's scrotum. They caressed lightly on his inner thighs as her arms came to rest on his upper thighs. He felt a weight all over his legs, knowing she was lying atop them when her soft as pillow breasts pressed into the leg just above his knees. He felt her head press against his covered erection and heard her take several deep breaths, like she was sniffing a bouquet of flowers. "I can smell your need for me, Max," she moaned. "All you need to do is ask and I will give you greater pleasures." He fought the urge to tell her yes, but her massaging technique kept up the sensual kisses beneath the soft pliant material as it climbed now to his knees and past them. He felt her breast slide forward and then the towel moved when he figured the top of them reached it and kept moving. The wrapping continued to follow behind her, constantly moving and caressing his flesh with the feelings of hundreds, if not thousands, of kisses; but his feet still remained covered by them. Succubus Ranch Ch. 09 He barely had the ability to think at this point, and Max's mind thought he felt the kisses leaving behind more of that oil. The soft, pliant, almost rubbery material wrapping around his legs was massing it into his muscles. They relaxed even more; but the kisses on his flesh were erotic beyond measure. His blood boiled as they moved up over his lower thighs. Max became dimly aware that his towel had been opened completely and that Cecelia's hands were now at his stomach. He could feel her breasts pressing into his hips, his erection nestled in the valley just between the warm, sensual flesh. He caught his hips moving slightly and did his best to hold them still; but controlling his muscles had become too hard for him, and his cock continued to slide gently across her sternum with her breast pressing in around it. "Don't worry, Max," Cecelia cooed, her lips now kissing his bare bellybutton. "You will enjoy every moment of this and come away from it fully refreshed. Just tell me I can give you pleasure. Let me make you cum, lover." She had moved further up now, and her breasts were now pressing into his stomach. Cecelia's hands had reached his shoulders and were sliding around behind his neck as she kissed her lips on his bare chest. He felt the material now being to touch the edge of his ball sack. Some of the oil it was pushing around touched it as well and an electric jolt of pleasure raced through his system. Max couldn't keep his hip from bucking and his breath escaped from him in a small cry and whimper that Cecelia heard. "Yes, please," Max barely said, his mind not caring what it had promised earlier. "As you wish, lover," Cecelia whispered into his ear before moving her mouth to cover his. Max kissed her back willingly, but was unable to move his arms as the material seemed to flow quickly all over his body. He felt his dick sink quickly into liquid heat as the material wrapped around it. The kisses were more erotic than he had expected them to be on his sensitive head; but the stuff, as it stroked the oil up and down his shaft, had tightened around the base and kept his orgasm from escaping just yet. Hit tongue warred with hers, constantly losing the battle, but ever so happily to play with it again. Cecelia's hands reached to the side of his face and slid around behind his head as her kiss became more demanding and the massage continued all over his lower body. The kisses on his erection became more demanding as well, some of the little sucking lips beneath the rubbery material pulling his dick one way while others would push it in that same direction. Soon, his cock was made to stand erect with hundreds of lips wrapped around it and nothing just over the tip. Then all the lips let go of him. Cecelia's mouth released his at the same time the little lips let go of his cock. A weight immediately pressed onto the head of his cock, and then he was instantly enveloped in the heated warmth of the most heavenly pussy he had ever known existed. Max and the masseuse nearly yelled the pleasure of the impalement as the inner walls pulsed their agreement that this was what they wanted to massage. Cecelia remained still, and the massaging technique stopped moving as well. Both she and Max were breathing hard for a second, and then her hands came to rest beside his face again, her finger tips caressing the strap of the blindfold. "Are you ready to see me now, lover?" she moaned, her lips inches from his own. "Most definitely, yes," Max replied, his breath slowly coming back to him. He felt the mask being tugged up over his head and was surprised to find that the sun had almost set. The red glow from the far away horizon gave light highlights to the shortly cropped brown hair that was around the pixie like face of the woman sitting on him. Her eyes shown with great happiness at seeing his smile, but she seemed to have a worried look on her face, too. She darted her eyes down for a split second and then looked back at Max, biting her lower lip. He felt her rise lightly above him and his exposed cock received the hundreds of kisses again, trying to push him back up into her. Max wondered about this and let his eyes roam down her voluptuous chest and down past the tanned, trip, tight stomach to find a sight that shocked him. Her skin, where her hips should have been, changed from human flesh to a strange look. Max watched it change colors just slightly, changing hues from brown to dark red and back all the way down. He raised his head, and Cecelia leaned back so that he could get a full look at what he thought he was seeing. He thought he was in a nightmare, at first; then she pulled a little more off of him again, and the suction cups massed around his exposed erection began to attach and kiss his sensitive shaft. They also pushed on his cock trying to push it back into her while oozing the oil over his cock and giving him great pleasure all the while. If this is a nightmare, let me never wake up from this heaven, he thought to himself. Max lay his head back on the pillow and looked up into her eyes as he pushed his hips up into her. She had a look of fear in her eyes until his hips thrust, then a smile crossed her lips and she moaned as he filled her pussy willingly once more. He smiled up at her as he felt her octopus tentacles start up their massaging again. Several of them quickly moved up past his hips and started to caress his stomach as the suckers delicately latched on and then let go, leaving behind a drop of the massage oil that they apparently produced. Max lay still as the arms began to stretch up, two of them moving a little quicker than the other two on his abdomen. They reached up to his neck and shoulders and started to massage the muscles there as the tentacles wrapped around his shoulders and behind his neck. The whole while, he looked up and could see Cecelia slowly rising and lowering her top half, and felt the suckers at her center kiss all over his shaft when it was exposed. He moaned in pleasure and couldn't resist a giggle when one of the tentacles at his feet began to play between his toes. Cecelia rose up a little and let her sucker filled center kiss, pull and massage the aphrodisiac oil into his cock while her two tentacles at Max's feet began to caress and play between his toes. The mixed sensations of tickling and such sensual pleasure that was assaulting his cock sent Max over the edge. He felt the tight opening of her sex suckle on the head of his dick as his orgasm rushed from his balls and escaped into her. Cecelia moaned but did not take him deep into her just yet. Max could feel two tentacles wrap around and easily squeeze under his thighs. Their tips, suckers and strong musculature all worked together to massage and play with his balls and perineum, keeping the orgasm going when Max would normally have ended. He grunted, feeling the restraint of the four tentacles below his waist holding him perfectly still as the suction cups teased his orgasm on and on while the ones at his feet kept up their ticklish torture. He didn't know whether to laugh, scream or cry with great pleasure she was committing his body to. Finally, Cecelia sank down slowly onto his erection, taking him as deep as he could go and moaning with the pleasure of being filled. "Thank you, Max," she sighed. "Thank you," Max replied, his eyes slowly closing as his body relaxed from the intense orgasm she had just given him. "I never knew it could feel so good." "It's what we do best here, at Succubus Ranch, lover," Cecelia said as her tentacles began to coil all around Max's body. He felt them slide under his back, over his shoulders, behind his buttocks and around his lower legs. He was dimly aware of warmth covering his body where the tentacles weren't touching his skin directly and cracked an eyelid and saw that, just like an octopus, she had a thin membrane of webbing between her tentacles. He lie still, feeling the tentacles continue to kiss along his flesh and move on, his cock remained hard deep inside Cecelia's warm massaging center. She started humming another tune, and his mind thought it sounded like a lullaby. His body relaxed even more, the feeling of the webbing almost like a pleasant blanket wrapped tightly around his body. Soon, he was asleep and dreaming of Cecelia still riding his cock, her tentacles pulling and tugging on it, his erection being teased closer and closer to another orgasm. Each time he came close, she would hold back and a tentacle would wrap tightly around the base of his shaft, pinching off the flow to keep him from orgasm. "Not yet, lover," Jamie cooed in his ear, her body lying next to his trapped body beneath the eight tentacles. "You need to want the release for us to continue giving it to you." "I want it," Max whimpered, trying to move his hips; but they were held firm by the tentacles and suction cups. "Please," he begged. "Just ask for us, and we will make your dreams and wishes come true this week," whispered Delilah into his opposite ear before nibbling on the earlobe. "We are at your beck and call; and we really want you to call for us." "I want you," he said. "I want all three of you." "You've already had me," Cecelia said, her sex sucking him close to orgasm again but the tentacle around his cock holding it tightly to keep him from exploding inside her. "Who's next?" "Delilah," he moaned, his eyes shutting tight and then opening again when he felt the bed move. He sat up in his dark bedroom and looked around. He saw Delilah with one knee on the mattress at the end of the bed and the other leg straight and still on the floor. She looked hungrily at him and licked her lips. "I hoped you would call on me again," she said, beginning to crawl up and over his body. He could see her naked breasts hanging as she stalked up his body like a cat on the prowl. "I'm going to show you the pleasures that a normal woman will never be able to. Jamie hopes that you will ask for her tomorrow for your swimming lesson, instead of Jenny. She wants that kiss you denied her...and me." Delilah pressed her lips to Max's and he fell back onto his bed with the beauty laying atop him, her body pressing into his and proving to be all woman. The rest of the week passed quickly for Max, every thing planned for him starting off as an exercise routine, but eventually it would become a sexual frenzy between him and the woman who was training him. By the third night, Delilah had become his roommate, sharing his bed with him every night, having him orgasm several times during the night. In the mornings, Max would meet up with Jason and Maradith for breakfast; each time they would introduce him to another one of the ladies of the house, and he would end up with the woman beneath the table giving him a mind numbing blow job. After a quick rest in his room, and some more sex with Delilah, Max would be escorted by Jamie to the pool, where he willingly dived in and was always surprised by the ocean view when he surfaced again. Once on the beach, Jamie would take advantage of Max's tired muscles and slide her nubile body atop his, her tail pressing between his legs. The first time he went all the way with her, he questioned how they were going to have sex; but that issue was resolved when his cock sank into a small slit hidden beneath her scales. He felt the smooth silken texture of the pussy beneath; but it was cool instead of hot like all the others. This difference did wonders to excite him more and grew stiffer inside Jamie's gripping sex. She rode his cock for a few hours each afternoon, covering his body with hers and blocking the sun so that he would not become burned by its glaring force. His ejaculations always took longer with her, and he enjoyed the fact that he could last so long inside her pleasurable cool sex. After a couple of hours on the beach, Jamie riding Max's cock to a couple of orgasms and then him rolling her over and pushing himself as deep into her as he could to give her one more load, Max would depart from his mermaid lover with a deep longing kiss and promise to return with her the next day. He would then walk over to the gazebo for his massage with Cecelia and her magical tentacles. Each evening ended with her tentacles masturbating him to near orgasmic bliss before she would mount him and ride him to several more blissful releases. Eventually, he would fall asleep under her massaging suction cups and wake up in the middle of the night in his own bed, Delilah pressed close to his body, her hands caressing his bare flesh and teasing him to another erection. Max regretted when his last day at the Ranch was coming to an end. During the night, after waking up to Delilah's soft caresses, he pulled her close to him and held her close without any attempt to try and have sex with her. "I just want to hold you, and be held," he told her. "I wish I could hold all three of you tonight, since I'm leaving in the morning." "All you had to do," said Jamie's voice. "Was ask," finished Cecelia. Max opened his eyes and saw Jamie lying on the other side of him, her mermaid tail easy to see the outline of under the covers. Cecelia was at the foot of the bed, just at Max's feet, her tentacles hanging off the edge and reaching quite a way up toward all three of them. "We want to hold you tonight, too," Jamie said. "Maybe, in the future, we can hold you longer than just a night," Cecelia said. "But we do understand that you have to go back to your work, lover," Delilah whispered, turning his head toward her and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Soon, Max was lying on his back, Jamie in one arm, Delilah in the other and Cecelia lying atop his body, her arms wrapped around him. Her tentacles wrapped all of them in a tight embrace as all three fell asleep. Max's dreams were the least erotic that night; but they were the happiest dreams he had had in years past. * Copyright 2009 © by Jason Morris. All rights reserved. Succubus Ranch Ch. 10 This story is copyrighted 2010 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. * Greg sat on the porch, staring at the two cars still remaining in the parking lot. The sun was slowly rising in the desert, burning off the chill of the night air. It sparkled off the grit in the parking lot, and the tear that was rolling off his cheek. He didn't know what to do at the moment; but he did know that he would never see his five friends again. "Friends," he whispered. "Ha. Some friends they were." Greg remembered meeting them several years ago when he started working as a garbage collector. The city was now five drivers short for their trucks, and if he was smart, they'd be six people short. Otherwise, he was in for a long time in jail cells and interrogation rooms with pissed off police officers. "Wanna talk about it?" asked a man's voice from behind him. Greg turned around and saw the co-owner of the brothel standing in the open doorway. Just the sight of this bald, physically fit man standing there caused Greg to jump to his feet and fall down the stairs. The blood stain just below the rib cage was still present on the black shirt Jason was wearing. "You do know that you can't leave without keys for one of the two cars you and your friends came in, right?" Jason asked the man lying on his back at the foot of the stairs. "There's only one way to get those keys, and that is to come back inside and get them." "She'll kill me," Greg stammered, fighting with the urge to scream out that Jason should be dead. "Like you guys tried to kill her?" Jason responded, pulling a cigarette out of thin air. It lit itself when he sucked on the opposite end of it. "Like Charlie tried to kill me, perhaps?" "I didn't know they were that bad," Greg yelled, sitting up, but remaining on the ground. Jason sat down on the top step and smoked his cigarette. "They've never been that brutal before." "Oh, they've done worse before," Jason answered, blowing out smoke. "You just never saw it." "If I knew, I wouldn't have come here with them last night," Greg said. "I never wanted to be part of this." "Well, you were, Greg, and now it is up to you to put it right," Jason replied. "How do I do that?" Greg climbed to his feet, resigned to wanting to do right and not end like the other guys. "Go inside, go to her room, apologize to her, and ask nicely for the keys to one of the cars," Jason answered. He flicked the remaining portion of his cigarette out toward the parking lot. Greg watched it fly into the air, disappear before it fell to the ground and looked back to where Jason had been sitting. The man was gone without a sound. "Shit," he exclaimed, and slowly walked back up the stairs toward what was sure to be his doom. His mind thought about the events of the night before that led to him and five other men walking up these same stairs. ----- Greg, Charlie, Max, Larry, Joe and Gary shared the pitcher at the table, like they always did on Friday nights. They sat together in a side booth, laughing loudly about all the shit they saw this week in peoples trash cans. It was unbelievable what people threw away, and at the moment, they were playing the typical game of who saw the weirdest shit. "Okay, okay, I got you on this one, Larry," Charlie yelled over their laughter. He leaned toward the center of the table conspiratorially and the rest of them went quite all of a sudden and leaned in to hear the great secret of what Charlie had found this week. "Tuesday, I found an arm in one of the cans at a house," Charlie whispered. They all looked at him with awe before all but Charlie burst into laughing. "You're fucking with us," Max said, reaching for the pitcher and his mug. "It's the God's honest truth," he bellowed. "I swear to fucking God that there was an arm sticking out of a can when I pulled my truck up next to it." "Sure there was," Joe said, raising his glass to his mouth and draining the last of it. "It was a fucking arm," Charlie yelled. "With fingers and everything. Hell, the goddamned thing even had a ring on the fingers." All heads in the bar turned to them, and the rest of the guys had gone silent at the Charlie's insistence of his find being real. "You really found an arm?" Greg asked, his voice full of awe at such a thing. "Did you call the police?" All of the guys looked Charlie, and he kept a straight face as he leaned in again to tell them exactly what he did about the arm. "I took it home and made a roast out of it," Charlie answered, then all five of the men laughed and pointed their fingers at Greg. "You fucking noob, no one throws away body parts anymore. They know the cops will definitely catch them that way." Greg felt his face flush with anger at being made fun of, but he bit his tongue and chuckled at the fact he was the butt of their joke. As he raised his glass to his lips, Gary pulled it back from his mouth, causing him to spill it on his shirt. "Go get another pitcher, noob," Gary said, not a bit of joking in his voice. Greg knew not to mess with Gary. He got up and went to the bar with the empty pitcher. He came back with a full one and saw bald physically fit man sitting in his seat. As he got closer, the man stood up, turned around and smiled at him as he took a drag on the cigarette hanging from his lips. Greg sat down in his seat again as Gary grabbed the pitcher. Charlie took it from him before he could start pouring and filled his own glass first. "Who was that?" Greg asked. "That was a man with an offer we just can't refuse," Gary said. "We're going to go get laid tonight, my newbie friend; and we're going to do it at one of the best known brothels in the country, to boot." "Huh?" "That was Jason Maurice," said Charlie, setting his half empty mug down. "He runs the Succubus Ranch, the best little whore house in America, and he's offered us a night of our greatest fantasy, if we come to his brothel tonight. He even said that if he can't meet our fantasy, then he'll give us $10,000 cash each." "The poor bastard's going to loose some money tonight," Max said, drinking his glass empty. He quickly refilled it from the pitcher and handed it to Larry. By the time Greg got a chance to refill his glass, the pitcher had little more than a sip left in it. "You fuckers," Greg said, starting to get up to go get another pitcher. Charlie reached across the table and put his meaty hand on Greg's shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "Drink your beer," he said, his menacing tone. "We've got a date with a lot of cash." The men all finished their drinks quickly and got up from the table at the same time. As they walked out, many heads turned away from them, everyone noticing their silence compared to the boisterous laughter they were having earlier. As soon as the two cars were out of the parking lot, people in the bar let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the looks on the faces of five of the men meant that someone was in for some pain tonight. ----- "I'm glad you guys could make it," Jason said. "I see you brought a friend along." "Don't worry about this runt," Charlie said, pointing his thumb at Greg. "You got enough money to cover for him too, if his fantasy isn't fulfilled?" "Right here," Jason said, pointing to a table next to the front door. On it was a large stack of cash in eight separate piles. "You're fantasy is in room four down that hall. I figured you might bring a friend, so I added more to the ... oof!" Jason's eyes went wide as he doubled over a bit. He looked right at Greg as he let out that last noise, and the look was an accusing one. It was the movement of Charlie's arm that made Greg look lower than that face and see the knife being pulled out of the man's abdomen. "We'll take all of it," Gary said into Jason's ear. "Thanks for telling us where our victim is." Greg felt the beer from earlier start to rise and he let out a belch that was going to precede his stomach contents. "You puke, you fucking noob, and I'll stick you next," Charlie said. Larry, Max and Joe quickly moved to beside and behind Jason. The grabbed his arms and around his chest as Gary raced to a door nearby. It was opened and closed quickly after the four men hefted Jason into the closet. Charlie reached over and wiped his knife off on Greg's shirt. "Now you're stained and an accomplice. You tell anyone, and we'll all say it was you." The other four had reached the table and were starting to stuff their pockets with the cash as Charlie threatened Greg. Then Charlie pushed his way through them and stuffed his pockets with the last of the cash before turning to all of them. "Come on," he said. "Let's see how many cunts that fucker thought would be able to take care of our 'fantasy'," Charlie said, laughing as he walked down the hall Jason had pointed toward, looking at the numbers on the doors. When he reached the one with a four on it, he barged through it without knocking, Larry, Max and Joe following close behind him. Greg had been shoved along by Gary behind him; and he was now pushed into the large dark room by Gary before the man closed the door behind him. In the middle of the room was a very large mattress lying on a concrete floor. Above it was a bare, blinding, light bulb that gave off just enough light to show the woman sitting atop the bare mattress. The very young looking woman's clothes looked more like tattered rags hanging over her filthy body. The long dirty brown hair hung across her face as she looked up toward the six men that had just invaded her room. The look in her eyes was full of fear, and Greg saw her body start to shake with fright, as if she could read the minds of the other five men. "Well, it looks like Jason knew our fantasy quite well," Gary said, walking around Greg with his hand reaching toward his crotch. "Nothing like a good old gang bang rape to get the juices flowing," Larry said, advancing on the girl. Charlie grabbed his shoulder from behind, and the girls wide staring eyes turned from the advancing attacker to look at the man that was making an attempt to save her, or so she must have thought. "You know the rules, nutjob," Charlie said, stepping forward. "I never get sloppy seconds." "No, no, no," the girl started to whisper and whimper. She began to crawl backward on the huge mattress, finally showing off the very slender, almost bony, legs. They were covered with dirt, and even her toes looked covered in filth. Charlie grabbed the girl's ankles and yanked her back just as she had reached the edge of the mattress. Her hands slipped out from under her, and the girls head fell back hard, hitting the concrete floor with a loud "thunk". The noise seemed to echo in the room, then there was no noise at all. The woman lay on the mattress unconscious from the blow, and Charlie pulled out his knife again. "I'm glad this bitch shut her fucking mouth," he said. "I hate it when they fucking scream too much." He then slid the knife up to the edge of the rags that covered her and began to cut them away. Beneath the grimy items, the woman's body looked just as filthy as the rest of her did. Under some of the dirt, it even appeared that she was covered with bruises under all that dirt. Greg suddenly felt his gorge starting to rise again. He didn't want any part of this. Gary looked over his shoulder at Greg, as if reading his thoughts and grabbed him by the upper arm with a death grip. He yanked him forward into the group of other men and whispered into his ear loud enough to be heard over the ripping of the rags. "You're going to fuck this girl when we're done with her, fuck face," he intoned with malice. "We ain't going to let you leave here saying that you didn't have anything to do with it." A groan from the mattress caused their heads to turn back to 'the show' and they saw that the girls head was rolling from its sideways angle. Her eyes fluttered open just as Charlie pulled his dick out of his pants, positioning himself between her bare legs. "Grab her hands, boys," Gary said, pushing Joe and Max forward. The guys quickly grabbed the girl's frail looking wrists just as she started to move the rest of her body. Larry moved forward and took off his belt as he did so. He kneeled with his knees besides the girls head. His knees rested on her hair, holding her head in place. He quickly slipped the edge of the belt into the girl's mouth as she started to open it to yell out, blocking the scream. "Don't think about screaming, you cunt," Gary said as he moved forward, pulling a knife out of his pocket. "You make any unwelcomed noises, and we'll make sure the last noise you make is a gurgling sound as you choke on your own blood." The three men holding her down chuckled as Charlie slid himself forward. The girls shut her eyes tight, a single tear cleaning a path in the dirt on her face as it slid down the side. They opened wide when Charlie's hips thrust forward as he impaled her with his dick. She only let out a grunt at the motion, her hands tensing into fists as her whole body went stiff as a board beneath the big man. Then she went limp as a wet noodle as Charlie began to piston his cock in and out of her. "Back up, Larry," Charlie grunted. "I think this bitch is going to be a good little girl, won't you?" The girl nodded her head, her eyes looking up at Charlie with fear, and a touch of anger. Larry removed the belt and got off the girls hair as Charlie leaned forward and pressed his lips hard against hers. He kissed her only for a few seconds before he pulled his face away and shoved hard and deep into her pussy, groaning with pleasure. "God, this bitch's cunt is fucking tight," he said as he stayed deep inside her. His body shook with the orgasm that seemed to race through his whole body, and then he lay down fully atop the young woman. Greg thought he heard a whispering noise coming from the mattress for a brief moment before Charlie spoke again, his breath sounding ragged. "Let her wrists go, boys," he spoke, sounding tired but there was a hint at his lusts not being fulfilled just yet. "We're going to roll her over so everyone gets a shot at her goods." Joe and Max let go of her wrists, and Charlie rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl atop his cock. Though she had looked little more than a very frail young woman earlier, the girl's lithe back atop Charlie's body now looked quite beautiful, even with all the dirt on it. Greg felt his own cock starting to grow with arousal as he watched the woman's hips begin moving with the guidance of Charlie's hands. Charlie was grunting when his eyes closed as he pushed up into her downward thrusts. Greg stood his ground as he saw the other four men moving toward the fucking couple on the mattress. The woman's body arched upward, and she opened her mouth in what looked like a moan of pleasure; but Larry put a stop to any noise she was about to put out. Instead, he shoved his now erect cock deep into her mouth. Joe and Max were on their knees on the mattress, their erections sticking out proud. They both reached down and took the girls hands and lifted them to their cocks and guided them into stroking them. Gary moved behind the young woman, blocking most of Greg's vision of what was going on. Greg sidestepped a little until he could see the woman again, surrounded by the five men. Gary thrust his hips hard forward and the woman's eyes opened wide as she was shoved nose first into Larry's pubic hair. Both Gary and Larry moaned as they were taken deep into her body and Charlie hissed through his teeth beneath her. "God, she's even tighter now," he grunted, his hands moving off her hips and groping hard on the woman's breast. Greg's arousal grew to a painful edge as he watched the five men rape the woman between them. Larry was now thrusting into her mouth, both of his hands were wound through her hair and pressing into the back of her skull. Max and Joe moaned as they stared at the woman's feminine hands while she stroked up and down their cocks. Every now and then, her thumbs would roll across the top of the heads, collecting the pre-cum there and use it for lubricant to keep from chafing the cocks she was gripping. Gary's hands had grabbed her hips and just barely held them as he thrust in and out of her ass without any lubrication; but his grunts and moans were enough to let the room know that he wasn't complaining about the feeling of her ass wrapped around his dick. Gary shut his eyes tight as he thrust hard and deep inside her, holding his perfectly still, except for the small shiver that raced up his spine, causing his body to shake a little. Then Gary started thrusting again, his eyes only opening half way and his mouth opened wide as he moaned in excited lusts. Charlie had gone completely quiet under the woman's body. His hands were now lying at his side and his mouth was wide open with something of a constant groan of pleasure. His eyes were also only opened a little bit; but they had a glassy look to them, as if he were possibly high on some really good shit. His body went rigid for just a moment, and the woman moaned around the cock in her mouth as she bounced her hips up and down the shaft that was still hard and cumming inside her pussy. The moan vibrated Larry's dick inside her mouth and he shoved her head hard against his dick once more, feeling the head of his prick sink past her tongue and into the young woman's throat. Instead of trying to fight and pull away, she sucked and swallowed, the motions of her throat coaxing the orgasm out of Larry's balls. She moaned again as Larry released deep into her esophagus, his head thrown back and his eyes shutting tight from the unbelievable orgasm. A single tear ran down from the side of his eyes before his head leaned forward once more and fell forward. His eyes opened only a little way, and they seemed to be glued to the woman that was still sucking his cock. The woman's enthusiasm at her rape seemed to push Joe and Max over the edge. Their cocks shot their load into a high arc through the air. It landed perfectly on the girl's upper back in long ropes. A second and third shot expelled from their dicks, the second landing on her upper arm and the third on her forearms. As their dick's seeped more cum, she rubbed her palms over the heads and started stroking with more vigor. Max and Joe remained kneeling there, their hands by their sides and their heads leaning forward and half-lidded eyes staring glazed at the woman jacking them off. Greg pulled his dick out of his pants and started stroking the erection that was feeling painfully neglected. He didn't understand it though. The idea of anyone raping a woman, let alone five men, had never turned him on before. It repulsed him, and he still felt the urge to vomit at the thought that he was watching five guys that he knew took part in the murder of an unarmed man and were now defiling a poor frail young woman. His eyes stared at her as he thought this, and it began to sink in what looked so wrong about the scene now. She no longer looked thin and frail. The woman's body had seemed to fill out some; and her arms looked less like toothpicks now. Some of the dirt on her flesh even seemed to have disappeared as she had begun to sweat with the exertion of fucking the five men. Succubus Ranch Ch. 10 That was the other thing that was wrong with the scene now, too. It no longer appeared that the five men were raping her. It looked more like she was fucking three of them with her mouth, ass and pussy, while she willingly jerked off the other two. All five men, at the same time, went stiff as stones and opened their mouths wide as their hips pressed forward toward the woman that was making them cum. The two in her hands shot more than three blasts toward her, and each time it was a perfect aim for the semen, as it landed on her back, arms and hands. None of it missed the target, as if her body was attracting it out of the air. The three men that were buried deep inside her orifices just remained as deep as they could go before they relaxed and she started moving again. Greg felt his own orgasm growing closer; even as he watched the young woman's body becomes even more gorgeous before him. He continued to stroke his cock, but he kept a distance away from her, knowing that this was completely wrong and he didn't want to be a part of it. The thought of leaving the room and escaping from the brothel and calling the cops raced through his mind just as the five men's orgasms started again. Greg knew this was his chance, since Gary was busy enjoying the pleasure. He looked at the ruthless man's face, to make sure his eyes weren't on him; and the sight made Greg's blood run cold and his erection disappear in the space of a second. Gary's face was sunken in, as if all the fat in his cheeks and under his chin had just been wiped away. The brute's eyes were sunken in, and they looked devoid of life. The expression on his face was no longer one of great pleasure but of excruciating pain. Greg let his eyes race to the faces of the other three men kneeling on the mattress and he saw the same look on their visages. They were not enjoying this; but they no longer seemed to have the ability to escape it. His eyes went down to look at Charlie, and what lay beneath the woman made Greg finally lose the bile in his stomach. Charlie's body looked like it was little more than a skeleton wrapped in human flesh. The fat and muscles were almost completely gone, and even the eyeballs looked like they were in the midst of shriveling up as the fluid in them dried out. There was a rasping sound of escaping air coming from Charlie that was just barely audible over the noise of the moans and grunts of the young woman that was raping the five men to death. Greg looked up from where he had just threw up and his eyes feel on the wet, clean, glistening and glowing body of the woman that was fucking her remaining four attackers. He could not see her face, but the long horns that rose from the top of her head and curled around the side of it reminded him of those mountain rams from National Geographic. That was enough to cause Greg to regain control of his feet and race toward the door. At first, he was confused, because there was only darkness where the door should have been. He couldn't see anything but shadows, and the only noise was of the woman's moans, grunts and wet sucking noises she made as she drained the life out of those five bastards. Then he saw the thin line of light peering from beneath the door. Greg raced to it, felt for the knob and begged silently for it to not be locked. To his gratitude, he found the handle and it turned with ease, the door flying open with his hard pull, almost hitting himself in the face with it. As soon as he was in the hallway, the door slammed shut on its own; and Greg didn't even look back as he ran for the entrance of this brothel of hell. As soon as he was outside the entrance, he saw that there were only two cars in the parking lot, the two that they had come in. He then remembered that Charlie and Gary drove, so they must still have the keys. In total dispair, Greg sat on the top step and placed his head in his hands and began crying. He felt ashamed for calling such evil men his friends; and he felt worthless for allowing them to do what they had just done to Jason and tried to do that poor girl. ----- Greg entered the door to Succubus Ranch and closed it behind him. He saw that the door to the room where they had tossed Jason's dead body earlier was still closed. He worried that it was Jason's ghost that he saw earlier. Either that or it was just his imagination. If it was the second one, then he finally understood that damn Edgar Allen Poe story, "The Tell-Tale Heart". The only difference was that it wasn't the heart beating but the dead man talking. Greg walked quickly past the closed door, giving it a wide birth, afraid that it would burst open and the dead man would reach out for him, drag him back inside, and rip out his own heart in brutal fashion. He walked quickly to door with the number 4 on it. He stood there a moment before reaching for the handle. He was just about to turn the knob when he heard a woman grunting behind it. Greg yanked his hand away as if it had just been burned by the metal and stared at the wooden barrier. A woman's voice whispered in his ear, and he quickly recognized it as his mother's. "Always remember your manners, Gregory," she had told him when he was younger. Greg reached up with his fist to the upper portion of the door and lightly knocked on it. After a moment of silence, he stepped in closer to it, and knocked a little harder, hoping that the woman inside wouldn't yank the door open and drag him to his death. The door did open, though; but the woman on the other side didn't drag him in to his death. Instead, the young woman that the other five men attacked earlier stood there and gave him a pleasant smile. When he looked at her eyes, he could see that the smile didn't even touch them. This was a predatory smile, and she was looking at him with angry hunger. As she stood there, her nude body still glistening with the exertion of what she had done with the other men, Greg couldn't keep his eyes from roaming up and down that beautiful flesh, admiring the perky youthful breasts, the toned body and legs. He could even smell her arousal; but when he looked at her face, his heart melted, seeing the face of a very young woman, barely (if even) out of her teens. But her eyes had a hateful glow about them, and the curled ram horns were still present on her head. Even this, though frightening, gave rise to Greg's arousal for her. He felt ashamed to want her so badly, knowing that what he others tried to do, and the fact he did nothing to stop it, gave her every right to kill him in his book. "I...I, um," he stammered. The woman reached out a hand and placed it on his chest while she remained in the dark interior. The touch, through his shirt, was electrifying to Greg's mind. He suddenly felt his lusts rising, and knew that if she were to touch his bare skin, he would be sucked into her grasp and she would drain him as she did the others. And he wouldn't resist her. "Speak up, before I make you pay," she said. Her voice was no longer sounded like a frightened little girl. It had a commanding tone to it that belied her actions earlier. "I'm s...s...sorry," Greg said, his eyes looking into hers. As he looked he felt as if he were falling under a spell. Her hand started to slide up his chest toward his neck, inching ever closer toward the edge of the collar and his bare skin. He was doomed if she touched him; but he already knew, from the feeling of losing himself in her eyes, that he was already hers. "For what?" she asked, this time her voice had a playful tone to it. "I'm sorry for not trying to help you, when they attacked you," he said, his voice sounding miles away to his own ears. "I should have done something, even if it meant they would hurt me." "Anything else?" she questioned, her fingers now reaching the edge of his shirts collar. He could feel her long fingernail starting to scratch the flesh. "I'm sorry that I had even thought such bastards were friends," he said. "I want...I want to..." "You want to what?" she said, her fingers suddenly giving the skin where his neck and shoulders connected a light caress as they slid up, over and then along the back of his bare neck. Greg felt the world fall away, and his mind nearly lost all thoughts of anything but giving this woman his life, no matter how painful the experience may be. Before he lost his mind completely, he got out what he was trying to say. "I want to make it up to you, in any way possible...willingly," he blurted out. The woman gripped the back of his neck tightly and she yanked Greg toward her. Her mouth latched onto his and she pressed her nude front to his. Her body molded to his, and he felt her free hand come up and grope his painful erection. She deftly pulled it out of his jeans through the zipper and gave it a gentle squeeze and several arousing strokes while she kissed him. Greg's mind melted and lost all thought of anything but this monstrous woman. Her tongue probed all inside his mouth, and her breath was hot inside his throat as he breathed it in. Her saliva tasted of sulfur and he had a vision of what Hell must smell and taste like as you were burned to a cinder for eons. His eyes closed as he gave up willingly to her assault, knowing that she was about to punish him for his failure to be the gentleman that he had been brought up as. Then he felt cold hard metal pressed into the palm of his hand and a cold breeze on his face. His ears filled with the loud crash of a door slamming, and he found his face was nearly a foot from the numeral 4 and the closed wooden door. Taking a step back, he looked down and saw that he had a key in his hands and his dick still protruding painfully forward. There was no key ring; and it was definitely not the key to one of the two older model cars that Charlie and Gary drove. "There you are, dear," said a woman's voice close by. Greg turned around and found himself staring at a woman who had the beauty of all of his wet dreams. Her face, body and even the way she stood in the middle of the hallway, was the most arousing thing he had ever seen in his life. Greg fell to his knees and felt his balls contract as the woman's eyes bored into his mind. Images of such sexual delights flashed and blazed through him, every last one of them coming to rest in his groin and causing his cock to finally release the orgasm that he'd been denied for so long. "That's enough, Greg," the woman's voice said; and like that, his orgasm stopped. "When you get your legs to work again, would you be a dear and take the convertible in the parking lot back to the rental company that it came from? The lady that drove it here has decided to stay with her husband and run with his pack." After a couple of minutes, Greg used the wall to climb to his feet, feeling his knees shake from the explosion of his orgasm. He looked back to where the woman had been standing; but she wasn't there. Looking down, he saw his spent semen on the floor slowly sink into the carpet and disappear from sight. "The building absorbs everything to retain its power," Jason's voice said from behind Greg. On wobbly legs, he turned and saw the co-owner of the demonic brothel looking at him. "You survived the attentions of one of our most dangerous daughters. That's got to count for something. "Do as Maradith asks, and keep the money since your fantasy was never fulfilled," Jason continued. "When you're through with the questions that are going to be asked about Charlie, Gary, Max, Larry and Joe, come back and maybe we can fix you up with your true fantasy, now that they aren't blocking your desires like they had before." Greg only nodded and left Succubus Ranch, $10,000 richer, driving a rental car back to Las Vegas. As he drove, the entire story of how he and those bastards had gone for a ride out to Succubus Ranch. When he finished with a fantastic night of fornicating with one of the girls, he found that his brutish friends had played a prank on him by leaving him behind. Thankfully, the brothel gave him the loaner of a rental car that needed to be returned. Look for Greg's return to Succubus Ranch in the future. * Copyright 2010 © by Jason Morris. All rights reserved. Succubus Ranch Ch. 11 This story is copyrighted 2010 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. * The desert sun finally tucked behind the hills and the lights for the Ranch’s sign began to flicker its multiple neon colors onto the road and parking lot. Cars arrived and parked while men and women traipsed up the wide steps to the front door. Jason greeted each and every one of them as they entered; and the women of Succubus Ranch were pleased with the many returning customers that had come to see, and feed, them. The full moon shined brightly over the quickly cooling arid wasteland as customers arrived and left the southern plantation looking building. They all came with anticipation of having their needs met and left with large smiles from having such pleasures being expertly given. Not one customer had a complaint about the service, as was the norm; and all of them were quiet about the dirty secrets of what their desire the Ranch had offered for them this evening. It was the darkest moments before the dawn when someone that was not a customer of the Ranch materialized on the edge of the road. The youthful, sharp, hard lines of his face glowed with the flashing neon lights from the business sign. He looked up at it with a visage of contempt; but he gave an exasperated sigh and began to walk toward the building. Adam Zero was not pleased that he had been tasked with this duty to help this den of evil when he was charged by The Elders to flush out and destroy evil in the world. The very thought that he was actually going to defending this business from the evil that was coming just screamed that The Elders were losing their touch; but Adam was a soldier of theirs and it was tasked to him to fight where he was told to fight. “Ours is not to reason why,” he mumbled to himself as the steps grew closer. Upon reaching the bottom most step, Adam stood still, his hands in the long overcoat’s pockets, staring at the double front doors, and waited. The silent message he mentally sent to the business owners was answered within a minute when Adam felt the presence above him staring down from the second floor balcony. Adam continued to stare at the front doors and one of them opened slowly. Standing just inside the threshold was a man in very good physical shape, but not over the top. But Adam knew this was no man, just as the creature staring at him from above was no woman, no matter what she looked like. “Jason Maurice and Maradith of the Ether, I am charged by The Elders to warn you of great danger that will come upon this house of ill repute,” Adam said without raising his voice too much. He knew that these two creatures would have been able to hear him if he had whispered his words. “Will you come out so that we may talk?” “Why don’t you come in instead, soldier?” Jason said, standing aside the opening and offering the entrance with his hands. “I will not enter the domain of demons unless in battle,” Adam said peacefully. “This is not a declaration of war upon you or your establishment; but war is coming.” Jason took his place in front of the opening again and turned his head to the side. Adam saw the bald man’s lips move as he spoke to someone out of sight. He focused on them and read the words that he was completely unable to hear. “If anything happens to us, you know the end his nigh. Take all that are here and return to your original home, but all not of our kind are to be released safely.” So, it was true, Adam thought. He had been told by rumors that the elders did nothing against this brothel of Hell because the owners were not truly evil. Other entities would command that all humans be destroyed before the devils left this plane of existence. These two only wanted to cohabitate with the world. Jason turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him. As he descended the stairs, the presence above made a sudden move and Adam jumped back, landing in his fighting stance. In his left hand was held a pure silver plated .44 magnum automatic. In his right was the sword blessed by The Elders to destroy any demon that it had been run through. Just as quickly as he had pulled the sword from the hidden sheath inside his long coat and took his stance, Maradith had already landed and was wrapping her wings about her body like an evening walking cloak of the old days. Adam held his stance as she gave him a wry smile and took a seat on the wide steps, where Jason was already seating. Jason brought his hand to his lips, holding the first and second fingers up and to his lips. A cigarette appeared out of thin air. Adam relaxed as Jason took a long pull on the cancer stick and the end lit up without the use of any fire. Jason took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke upward and looked at Maradith sitting next to him. “I told you he was a solider,” he said allowed. “I’d know a soldier from miles away.” He then looked back at Adam and spoke directly to him. “So, I take it the Council of the Elders has finally decided they’ve had enough of our presence and wishes for us to be dispatched from this realm. Are you here to send us back to the Ether, or worse, to Hell itself?” “No,” Adam responded, slowly moving back to a standing position; but he still kept the sword and gun in his hands. “I’ve been sent to warn you of an impending battle that is coming your way; and….” Adam found it impossible to admit the next part. No matter what The Elders ordered, this was still wrong. They were evil, no matter their good gestures. This was just wrong to do this. “And?” It was Maradith that spoke this time. Even with all of his training, the purging of his spirit and body, the runes and talismans he carried on his person, with that single questioning word Maradith caused Adam’s loins to stir with wanton desires. She was powerful beyond what he expected. She was the real danger that was before him now. Adam raised his gun and aimed it at Maradith’s body. The blessed silver bullets would not kill her; but they would slow her down long enough for him to run her through and then dismember the body. His finger rested on the trigger, while his mind warred with the orders he had been given. Maradith looked at him with absolutely no expression on her face, either smug or even surprise at this action. Even Jason remained calm, taking another drag on the cigarette. “Speak again and try to tempt me, I will not hesitate to break The Elder’s orders while defending myself,” Adam said. “I wondered if they would add that to one of the general orders that The Elder’s give their soldiers,” Jason said. Adam turned his attention back to the bald man, lowering his weapon once more. “So, what are the explicit orders that you were given by The Elders, soldier?” “You’re not my superior, demon, nor will you ever be able to get me to divulge what I have been taught and trained.” “Half-demon, if you will,” Jason said nonchalantly before he made a sudden move. In less than a second, the cigarette was missing and Jason was on his feet, standing only a foot away from Adam. His voice and body stature had a command presence. “I was a lieutenant colonel of the Marines before I was pulled into the command structure of the Council of the Elders. I’ve led more men into battle against evil than the demons you have fought. I’ve done my time with them, lived several years under the damned demanding rigorous structure, and finally found my place. I left them with anger, but have kept my pact to cause no harm to this realm of reality as long as others do not ask for it. “Now answer my question, soldier, and tell me what the Elders have ordered you to do, or I will make contact with them and find out for myself, and demand they reprimand you in the old ways for disobeying your orders and threatening those you have no right to threaten.” Adam was stunned to hear this from Jason. The fact of his military career was unquestionable, because no one that wasn’t in the military could have this type of command presence; and when he spoke of serving the council, Adam saw what he had not seen before. The aura was there, just intermingled with the presence of the evils that he had done since leaving the Order’s ranks. “My apologies, sir,” Adam said quickly, putting his weapons away with the same speed and ease as he had pulled them from hiding. “I did not know. I have been ordered to give you warning of coming danger and offer my assistance to your establishment to defend against the evil that will befall your business.” “We can handle it on our own, thanks,” Maradith said, her voice no longer having the effect on Adam as it did earlier. Instead of dripping with lust, it had the touch of pain and malice to it. The phrase ‘hell hath no fury’ popped into his mind and Adam felt a woman scorned was nothing compared to a pissed succubus. “What is this danger, soldier?” Jason asked, as if ignoring Maradith’s comment. Adam decided to speak directly now to Jason and try to ignore the wrath and anger that the she-demon was exuding. “There is a tear in the fabric between the alternate realms near here,” Adam said. “Demons from those other realms are going to make their way into this world soon; and they will surely be attracted by your business and make it their fist target.” “How long before they will tear through, and where exactly is this opening? Also, about how many are we talking about?” “The Elders claim it will be a contingent of around 50 demons of various types,” Adam began, rambling off the facts of the report he was shown. “Flying, crawling, digging and walking types. The entrance is in a cave three miles west from your dwelling. The rip is expected to be open enough for them to come through within the next week, maybe even sooner.” Jason stood there, his head looking down as he took a drag on the cigarette that had reappeared. He blew the smoke out and looked at the front door for a moment, then back down at Maradith. The demoness nodded and stood up. She spread her wings wide, showing Adam a body that made his body shiver with lust again before she rose up to the balcony and left the two men. “What are you…,” Adam started, but Jason held up his hand and turned to face the door again as it opened. He felt his lust for sexual desires abate and rise with a different kind of lust. It was the lust for blood and battle, as the woman that walked out of the house could be described as nothing more than an Amazonian warrior. Her dark ebony skin shined as if recently oiled or sweating after a long hard workout. The woman must have been damn near seven feet tall, and her muscles fought with each other beneath her skin as she walked toward the two men. She wore the pelt of a large black cat, the furry skin just barely covering her breasts and across her hips. It did not hang very low past her groin, either. “Soldier, I’d like you to meet Malaka,” Jason said. “Malaka, this is a soldier of the council of the Elders. Forgive me and my poor manners, but I have not asked you for your name.” “It’s Adam,” he responded, still looking up to the woman. “Are you a warrior, Malaka?” Without saying a word, or giving away her intention by any sudden change to her pace, the Amazonian charged at Adam, her face instantly changing from uncaring interest to one of impending murder on it. From somewhere, she had pulled a stone knife and brandished it like only a warrior would know how. Adam moved instinctively, dodging the stone blade by mere inches. As he moved left, her hand quickly followed him, the blade following his movements as if it were part of his shadow. Adam batted her wrist hard, but not to hard to cause broken bones; but it was like hitting a rock. The attempted parry proved to his forearm just how sharp the stone was, though. She had cocked her hand just right so that she caught his flesh with the edge, which cut his skin more easily than a scalpel. Adam jumped way back and stood his ground as he put one hand over the wound. He stared as Malaka brought the stone edge up to her mouth and licked Adam’s blood off the edge. “First blood,” she cooed, her voice dripping with a hunger that Adam couldn’t tell if it was sexual or blood lust. “What the hell are you doing?” Adam asked, looking back at Jason. “I came here to help.” “It’s not my fault, Adam, soldier of The Elders,” Jason said, walking over and sitting on the steps again. “You’re the one that challenged her with that question of yours.” “Well, call her off,” Adam shouted before making a quick dodge and moving toward Jason as Malaka attacked again. “You challenged her, and she has accepted,” Jason said before taking a drag on his cigarette. “She’s now drawn your blood. Only you can stop it now, and it’s going to take more than words at this point.” “I’m not going to fuck her,” Adam shouted as he dodged another swing of the stone blade. “You just have to beat her,” Jason said. “Just don’t cause any permanent damage, since we’ll need her to fight this upcoming battle.” Adam’s eyes narrowed to slits as he now understood the meaning for this fight. He had insulted this Amazonian and she was defending her honor. She was in it for the fight, and so far, she was winning, since he was the one that had been cut first. Malaka noticed Adam’s demeanor change and her visage changed from one of playing a cat and mouse game to that of a predator facing an equal predator. She lunged with the knife once more, and Adam spun his body. He grabbed her wrist as he twisted, bending it backwards as far as it would go; but her grip on the handle of the knife just tightened. Holding onto the wrist, he rolled up her arm, taking the wrist and hand with him, until he was standing behind her. Malaka growled from in front of him, her right arm going straight up, then bent hard at the elbow until her hand, still with the stone blade, was pressed into her right shoulder blade. Adam’s normal move at this point was to step forward, reach around the body and rip out the throat of his opponent; but she was too good of a warrior to just throw away like that. Plus, she still kept that dagger swinging side to side and poking out toward him. If he stepped in, she’d end up stabbing him in the shoulder with it. He felt her arm’s muscles twitching beneath her skin and saw her other hand trying to reach for his hand to break free of the hold he had on her. Adam decided that now was the time to agree with his old training about a knife fight. Don’t fight to not get cut, because you will always get cut in a knife fight. Just fight to disarm your opponent before they cut you too badly. Adam spun his body again, thrusting his back against hers, hearing the dagger cut through the fabric of his coat and shirt. The thanked the Elders for giving him the chainmail vest upon completion of training when he felt the metal pressing into his skin instead of the knife edge. With the momentum of the spin, Adam pulled Malaka’s arm hard over his shoulder and hoped he didn’t do it so hard that he would tear her shoulder out. The force of his twist and thrust pulled Malaka over his shoulder and she roared with surprise as her body slid across his back and flew several feet before landing on her back, arms and legs splayed open. The morning sun peaked above the horizon at that point and lit up the shadows beneath her skirt. Even her dark skin in the shadows showed the glistening moisture that was suddenly leaking out the woman’s bare pink vaginal lips. Malaka raised her head, the look on her face was, at first, the look of total shock at what Adam had done to her; then it took on a look full of hunger. She quickly sat up and moved to gain her feet; and Adam brought his hands up in a fight stance, only then noticing that he held the knife by the blade end. The edges were cutting deeply into his palm and across the bends of his fingers. Adam flipped it, caught the knife by the handle and held it out in defense; watching Malaka very closely. She just remained on her knees, her left hand holding onto her right shoulder and tears in her eyes as she looked up at him. This time, the hunger was still in that visage, but it wasn’t a blood lust hunger. This look was one of complete adoration. “Do you yield?” he asked her, keeping the knife pointed at her and holding his place a good distance. She just stared at him, a flash of something crossing her face before her tongue ran across her lips. She then brought her right hand slowly up to her lips and slowly licked off something red, her eyes closing half way as she savored the flavor of it. Adam noticed she wasn’t bleeding anywhere and knew it must have been his blood she was tasting. The look on her face when she opened her eyes full on him again was one of wanton need, and Adam felt his body desire to give her that But, he felt the pain of the cut on his forearm and the sting of the handle along the cuts in his hand. She would have killed him if he hadn’t fought back as hard as he did. “Do you yield?” he demanded of the Amazonian. “If we keep this up, one of us will die, but I believe we both are needed for what’s to come.” Malaka’s facial features changed again, this time with adoration toward Adam. “You win this round, warrior,” she said, her voice oozing with lust and desire. “Our next time will be so much more fun, though.” Adam nodded, but didn’t look forward fighting this warrior Amazon again. He would have to kill her if she came at him any harder than she did this time. “Bravo,” Jason said, standing up and flicking the remains of his cigarette into the air toward the parking lot. Adam saw it disappear in mid air before landing. “When I fought her, I actually had to dislocate both of her shoulders. I guess just one dislocation was all that is necessary.” “No, it is not enough,” Malaka said, standing fully and walking to the two men. Adam noticed that even on the gravel her movements were completely silent. When she got right next to him, he was able to focus his senses on her and found something completely shocking. He couldn’t smell her. If she wanted to sneak up on someone, they would never know it until they lay dead with their throat slashed and her dagger in their gut. She stepped up real close to Adam and pressed the front of her body against his as her hand slid down to his hand still holding the knife. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek, her tongue giving his flesh a gentle touch as she tasted his flesh. She slipped the dagger deftly out of Adam’s hand and stepped back. “It was how you dislocated my shoulders, Master,” Malaka said, walking over to Jason. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, the dagger still in her hands. She tightened her grip behind his head and pulled him into a hard, lip smashing, kiss. Adam saw her hand angle the dagger with the point toward Jason’s back, just between the shoulder blades and both of her hands grabbed onto the hilt. Adam was just about to say something when Malaka broke off the kiss and let out a guttural moan as she threw her head back. One of her legs quickly rose up and wrapped around Jason’s thigh, and both of her hands let go of the dagger as they quickly clutched at the back of his black shirt. Soon, Malaka had both legs wrapped around Jason’s thighs, and Adam could see what had caused her to stop her attempt at murdering him. Succubus Ranch Ch. 11 From nowhere, Jason had grown a long shiny black tail, and it had slid beneath Malaka’s skirt and must be penetrating her. After only a moment, Jason pushed Malaka off of him and she willingly dropped back down to her feet. She looked at him with reverence, like she was looking upon her own personal god. When she looked back at Adam, the look was like he expected her to give to one of her saints. I’m in trouble in our next fight, Adam thought to himself. “He had me from behind, bent over,” Malaka said, her voice dropping down several octaves and taking on a husky and heavy feel to it. “He pulled both my arms up and behind me while he fucked me like an animal. Every time I tried to pull away, he would jerk me back onto his pole. At the point of my orgasm, I tried to jerk completely off of him so he wouldn’t know I had fully lost to him; but he pulled me back so hard, both my arms came out of their sockets.” Malaka had moved slowly while she talked and when she was through speaking, her body was pressed against Adam’s, their lips separated by the tiniest amount of space. Malaka’s hands caressed up Adam’s broad chest, but she didn’t pull him to her as she had Jason. Instead, she let that tiny bit of distance remain there, and Adam could tell she was waiting for him to cave in to her lusts and kiss her. “So, how are we going to handle this situation, Jason,” Adam asked, not stepping back, but he did turn his head and look at the co-owner of the Ranch. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Malaka’s face look shocked and then even more hungry with arousal. “You will be mine, or I will be yours, my warrior,” she whispered into Adam’s ear before giving the lobe a hard bite. She then stepped away. “Come inside, Adam, and let’s discuss this in the conference room,” Jason answered. “Again, I will remain outside your establishment. I can not enter such a place, as the temptations may become too much for me to bear.” “I understand, soldier, and I will respect your decision,” Jason said. “Where are you going to stay instead, until the battle comes? I can’t have you camping out in the parking lot. I already have a problem with the Old Man showing up and trying to scare away my customers. If I have a warrior camping out here, too; then I might as well close my doors and let the ladies run loose on the world.” Another revelation was suddenly revealed to Adam about this brothel. Jason wasn’t doing it just for the money, or the power. He was keeping the number of succubi running loose in the world at a low number. These here fed well off the willing customers and didn’t wreak havoc on communities in the process. In a very strange way, Jason was providing service to the world by protecting it; and he was doing the succubi under his roof a service by feeding them with willing, yet temporary, victims. “Would it be okay for me to set up camp behind your building?” “That would be fine. Malaka, show our guest to the softest ground behind the building and come inside so we may take care of that injury of yours.” “I want him to fix it,” she said, pointing at Adam. She still stared at him with a wanton need in her eyes, along with her adoration. “He will not fix…,” Jason began before being interrupted. “I caused the injury and we will need her skills,” Adam said. “I swear I will do what is needed to assist in fixing the injury so she is as close to a hundred percent for the coming battle.” Malaka’s eyes sparkled at these words, and Adam suddenly felt his loins growing with a rising lust for her muscular body. “I’m sorry, Adam, but once you hear what is needed to do so, you will find it a much tougher task than you expect,” Jason said. “Master, he said would do it,” Malaka said, looking at Jason like a child that just had their favorite toy taken away from them. “Why can he not be the one to heal me of the injuries he caused? I’m sure he will be more than enough to make me whole again by the time the sun sets again.” “Adam, to heal a succubus of severe wounds, she must take some of another’s life force,” Jason said. “And they do so not by a simple siphoning of such energy while in the persons proximity. To heal Malaka, you will have to have sexual intercourse with her.” Adam suddenly looked at Jason with surprise and then back at Malaka, his eyes wandering over her entire body. No where did he see any sign that she was a succubus. He couldn’t believe that this creature was anything than what she truly appeared to be – an Amazonian warrior with the strength of the black panther that she had killed to make her clothes. “She’s a demon?” Adam yelled at Jason, pointing a finger at her while his other hand automatically went to the butt of his pistol. “All of my girls are succubi,” Jason answered. “Only succubi and incubi can remain in the Ranch for long periods of time. All others will become drained of their life force in a sexual feeding frenzy and transformed into becoming like those that feed upon them. Malaka came to us as a young overdrawn gambler, looking for a new life. She willingly accepted the transformation, and stands before you today as the warrior that she always wanted to be.” Adam looked at her and gave a sigh of resignation. He suddenly regretted his hasty words. “I swore I would do what was necessary,” he said, shaking his head while looking down. “I can not break my word.” “You did it in haste, Adam, and before you had knowledge that she was demon,” Jason responded. “You are released from your promise, soldier … this time. Let this be a lesson learned not to trust your eyes, and not jump into a situation you do not know all the facts of before hand. “Malaka, you will do as I said,” Jason continued. “Take the soldier out back, show him the softest spot for him to sleep on, and come back in to be healed.” Adam saw her look down and nod with a sad face. Even though she was so tall and muscular, she still had the look of a child that was just told their puppy had died. For the first time, Adam wondered if demons could contain emotions as humans did. “Come, my warrior,” she said, taking just a quick look at Adam and then turning to walk around the building. Adam followed her, his eyes watching as the rising sun showed the muscles of her back dance beneath her skin. He could see the area of her right shoulder slowly swelling with the dislocation. She did not show signs of pain, but Adam wondered if she felt it all the same. When they were behind the building, she showed him to a spot very close to the building, close by was a water spigot sticking out of the wall. “The water is cold that comes out here, and this time of the year, the sun is mostly on the opposite end of the house,” she said. “You will have shade on this side all day long; but if you change your mind about coming in, there is a door beneath that window there.” Malaka pointed to a door that looked to be lying almost on its side. Adam was reminded of the doors you sometimes see of the Midwest storm shelters. “It will take you into our basement,” Malaka continued. “There is an intercom there. Just talk, and Jason will hear your call and someone will come to you.” “Thank you, Malaka,” Adam said, looking back at her. She still looked at him with wanton hunger and adoration. “If you were not a demon, I would help you to heal; but I have taken a vow not to be in leagues with demonic entities. The only reason I break it now with Jason and this place is because of the Elders.” “I understand, my warrior,” she said, still staring at him. “I am at your disposal as long as you wish. If you need anything, while you are on these grounds, just ask and I will come to you, my warrior.” “Why do you call me that?” Adam asked. “Because, I have your flavor on my tongue still,” she smiled. “You are mine until you can best me, and make me yours. Master Jason may not allow it, and your vow may not allow it; but I do have a right to you and your body at this time due to the rights of combat. You made me yield; but you did not defeat me, as Master did.” “We will have to remedy that,” Adam said, and Malaka quickly jumped back from him and took her fighting stance; but he could see she favored her right arm. So, demons do feel pain, he thought. “Not now, though,” Adam said. “Not until after the battle and you are at your peak performance. I do not want my opponent to be weakened when I fight her.” She stood back up, but kept her distance from him all the same. She gave a wry smile, the look of hungry sexual lust, a raging blood lust, and a touch of adoration all playing with that smile on her features. In the growing light, it made the dark woman’s beauty glow even more. “Until that time then, my warrior,” she said and walked to and through the door she alluded to earlier. ----- It was three days later that Adam stood in the middle of the desert, the sun slowly sinking behind the mountains that he stared at intently. The Earth had stopped shaking nearly an hour ago, but he knew that it was just the beginning of the up roar that was going to begin very soon. He had seen the glowing red eyes peeing out of the black cave entrance at ground level. The true demons had come through the tear in the realms; and they now waited for the sun to completely sink away. The light was their weakness, just as he expected it to be. As the shadows extended from the mountains toward his feet, Adam stared intently at the cave entrance over a mile away. His eyes had grown greater with the power to see such distance, and he could easily see the glowing red eyes start moving out of the darkness of the cave and into the shadows of the mountain. He wasn’t too surprised with the sight of what he was seeing, though. The sight was just multiple pairs of glowing red dots, but no true forms. As the demons slunk out of the cave, they brought with them the pitch blackness that was inside the cave. They did give away some of their abilities, though, as the made their way out of the cave. A couple pair of glowing eyes rose above the rest, as if they were flying. Several more sank low to the earth, disappeared beneath the soil and would pop back up every now and again before diving beneath the hard packed soil of the desert. “Here they come,” Malaka said at Adam’s side. The past three days had taught him not to be so surprised by her sudden appearance around him. She was fully healed by the night after his first encounter with her; but she always enjoyed sneaking up behind him and watching Adam jump into a defensive posture. “Yes, and it’s going to be an ugly fight,” Adam said without turning to look at Malaka. He did catch her look at him, her eyes still showing desire for him; plus they had regained the unadulterated blood lust that she showed that first night. “Where the hell is Jason and the others?” “Master and others are at a small oasis in that direction,” Malaka said, pointing off to the other side of Adam. Her arm was directly in front of his face, her flesh close to his nose. As soon as Adam’s head turned in the direction she was pointing, Malaka wrapped her arm around Adam’s neck and pulled his back to her front. He could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into his shoulders as her mouth moved to his ear. Adam did not fight or resist her embrace as the Amazon’s other arm came around his body and wrapped around his chest. His only reaction was to put his hands on her forearm that was wrapped beneath his neck. “I want you to know, my warrior, that if we do not survive this, I will truly miss the opportunity to lay claim to my prize,” she whispered hotly into his ear. Adam’s mind quickly had visions of her using his body in carnal ways that were unbecoming of one that serves the Elders. Still, his cock did not hesitate to rise to the visions of arousal. “Or to battle you again so that you may have the chance to truly best me.” Adam closed his eyes and envisioned such a fight, and his eyes leaked tears at the final outcome being either his or hers or both of their deaths. His eyes flew open when Malaka planted a very tender soft kiss on his neck. He suddenly noticed that there was something in that embrace that was not what he expected. There was a warmth and kindness in Malaka’s touch. “Let’s go meet up with Jason’s army,” Adam spoke allowed, not showing his want to explore or question the possibility that Demons actually could love. He stepped forward and Malaka’s arms slid from around his body reluctantly. He felt her hands touch and caress him as the slid around the sides until the finger tips just lightly caressed his back and he was out of reach. Adam never turned around, knowing that Malaka was following him; but still he could not hear or sense her presence. Every now and then, he would peer off into the distance and see that the shadows were growing closer, and the demons hiding in them were moving faster toward the edge of those shadows. The small oasis was closer than the shadows, and Adam was surprised to find Jason leaning against a palm tree. Adam thought it was a funny looking location. It looked like it came right out of a cartoon. The pool of water was of a pretty good size, with four palm trees around the edges, leaning their heads over the pool, giving it the optimal shade during the hottest part of the day. The water was perfectly still, even with the light breeze blowing across it. It looked like a mirror, reflecting the darkening sky above and the palm tree fronds hanging overhead. On the other side of the water, a very large boulder protruded out of the ground. “Do you like it?” Jason asked, opening his arms and gesturing to the unrealistic oasis. “Salem, our witch, conjured it for us.” “It does well, and suits the purpose that we wish for,” Adam responded, holding out his hand in greeting. Jason wrapped his hand around Adam’s forearm as the latter did to his. If anyone told me I’d be joining in an alliance with a half-demon a week ago, I would have killed them on the spot for blasphemy, Adam thought to himself. “So, were’ all here, and I can see we have at least 30 fiends coming to make trouble for us,” Jason replied, turning his head toward the incoming shadows. The edge of the mountains shadows was no more that 10 feet from them. The demons darkness was only about a hundred yards from there, and closing faster now. “And it looks like they see us and are hoping for an early meal.” Adam noticed Jason got a big grin on his face as he brought two fingers toward his lips once more. Another cigarette appeared out of nothing and was instantly lit. Adam smirked as he watched the half-demon take several drags on the cigarette while staring at the oncoming storm. High above, a bird let out a loud screech, causing Adam to look up. At least five pairs of wings held wide spread, several of them circled the oasis and Adam knew that they were just waiting for the battle to begin. When he looked back down, he caught sight of Jason flicking his cigarette, and in the same motion, the half-demon pulled from nowhere two katana swords, their edges gleaming in the diminishing sunlight. Suddenly, Adam now knew who Jason truly was. Rumors went about the ranks of the other soldiers how one of the Elders great warriors had joined forces with the enemy. This warrior’s name was never mentioned by name, as the Elders had claimed it to be blasphemy to speak of traitors; but his knowledge of the light and the dark had caused this elite of all elite warriors had made him give pause and join the other side. As the rumors told, this warrior always carried two katana of the sharpest edge, trained with the greatest of all masters of the sword fighting art, and was never beaten. But one day, he was sent on a mission with three soldiers under his command. The rumors told of how the warrior, with his soldiers following, charged the twenty demons in a sneak attack. They had busted into the interior of the abandoned warehouse, slashing and hacking at the many demonic creatures that were just sitting in the darkness and the shadows. None of the soldiers were injured in the attack, and all the blood spilled that day was the black ichor of the demons; but the warrior, after the battle, was seen kneeling beside one of the smaller ugly beasts, staring down into its face. Without looking up, he ordered his soldiers to leave the building and report back to the council that the mission was a success and that the nest had been destroyed with all inside. The soldiers followed their orders, thinking that their leader would just meet them there after cleaning up the mess so the civilians wouldn’t find it. It was later revealed to the soldiers that the warrior was no longer among them. That was the words used, and always used, when it came to what happened to one that willingly did not return. Their names were never mentioned again, and to try to find out why was sacrilege. But, standing now next to that same warrior, Adam’s curiosity rose inside him and burst forth before he could put a stop to it. “When this is over, and if we are both alive, I must know what happened that day when you left the Elders,” Adam said, drawing his own sword and the .44 magnum. “If you and Malaka survive, then I am sure you will find out yourself why I left their cursed rules,” Jason said with a snarl. “For now, just focus on surviving the attackers.” And with that, the attack began; but not from the dark shadows from ahead of them. The ground had contained a low rumble for some time as the demons came at them; but it had covered the noise of the ones burrowing beneath them. A loud screech from above and behind Adam caused him to spin around and slice with his sword, but he had missed his target. The demon had leaped out of the ground but he never touched the ground again as three of the five harpy succubi Jason had brought with him had dived at the demon and all three plucked him out of the air and carried the demon high up. Adam suddenly ducked as a large club swung over his head toward the oncoming above ground demons. At the other end of the club, Malaka smiled with a blood lust grin as she attacked the demons. Adam turned back in time to see the club connect with one of the small winged beasts that had been aiming for the back of his head. There was a black mist of its blood before the dead carcass went flying back toward the charging beasts. Adam raised his pistol and began firing, the silver bullets finding their targets; butt he blessed rounds only slowed most of them down, except the one demon that he had fired five of the rounds into. That one fell dead while at the lead, and all the others trampled its carcass as they still came forward, not at a sprint. “Use your sword, soldier, and remove the hearts and minds of the beasts,” Jason yelled. Then Adam watched the half-demon charge at the enemy, both of his swords held out to each side like wings. At the last moment before the two sides came together, Adam caught the subtle twist of the wrist holding the left katana, turning the blade away from the demons. Then Jason spun in place, his body becoming a blur as it picked up speed and his swords like those in a food processor. Every demon in range quickly lost limbs to the slicing weapons. Those that saw the assault tried to leap in and charge between the blades, and Adam saw the head of one of the beasts be cut in two. Then there was a ring of the four and two legged demons watching Jason carefully, waiting for him to tire and slow down. They had no intentions of letting this living Cuisinart escape after killing at least two of their kind in one attack. With their attention away from him, Adam struck the back of the demons that were toward him. Two fell without their heads before he put a silver bullet in their hearts. The blast of Adam’s second shot hit its target just as a heavy thud landed on his back. As he lost his balance and began to fall forward, Adam spun around, bringing his gun to aim at the beast that had hit him. His finger squeezed the trigger as his sword arm swung around to cut any limbs that were reaching for him. Succubus Ranch Ch. 11 The soft click of the hammer falling on his first ever bad round sounded like cymbals crashing together, and it was a blessing as well. The thud from behind had come from Malaka’s club as she took Adam’s place in the battle. The action moved slowly as he saw the claw tipped hand of a demon swiped at the exposed flesh of Malaka’s side, knocking her aside. The demon continued forward, receiving the cutting edge of Adam’s blessed silver sword through its head, the entire front half of the skull sheared off like a pad of butter cut by a hot knife. Adam leaped to his feet and rushed to Malaka’s side and saw four giant tears in her flesh, one actually exposing some of her internal organs. Her dark pupils stared, unblinkingly, up at the night sky above. “Take ‘em down, ladies,” Jason bellowed from nearby, and Adam looked up to see the trap they had set spring. The placid pool of water shot up ward in a geyser, like an explosive had been detonated beneath it. The giant water succubus towered over the battle, her body looking like perfection, just in gargantuan stature. On her other size, the huge boulder just opened up like a pill bug, and an eight foot tall golem woman stood. The runes on her shoulder glowed red, like blood, as she advanced on the nearest demon. Adam saw her grab it by the tail as it turned to run and yank it back into her arms. She wrapped them around the monster and crushed its body with her own as she rolled back into the form of the boulder. Adam caught sight of four wispy looking women racing toward the battle with sharpened poles, their hair looking like vines. All four dryads appeared out of the trees that surrounded the pool of water and worked as one as they all surrounded one demon and began to spear it over and over again. It was at this moment when two demons attacked him. Adam swung his sword once more, lopping the arm off one of the demons reaching for him; but the other’s long snout grabbed Adam’s arm and ripped into his flesh. He felt his shoulder pop out of its socket as the beast yanked backward, and Adam was thrown through the air toward Jason. The half-demon stopped his spinning just in time to keep from chopping Adam to ribbons, and he caught the soldier in his arms. Three of the remaining four legged demons leaped into the air to attack the two fallen fighters; but the harpies above once again caught the beasts in mid leap and carried them high above the desert. Adam just saw the harpies release the monsters from their claws, but they were caught in the open mouth of the water succubus, who swallowed the monsters whole. Adam switched the sword to his uninjured hand, and began to fight for his life against the demons that made attacks at him and Jason. They both stood back to back, and he could hear the brothel owner laughing as the demons closed their circle around them. Adam’s calculating mind could tell that their foe was now down to a total of eight; but they still came at them like there was a chance for them to win and still take over the world with such small numbers. A loud roar from above caught both of their attentions and they both turned their eyes up while swinging at the enemy. A massive dark shape flew overhead, from the mountains, and passed them. Two of the harpies fell from the sky and the water succubus caught them and placed them gently on the ground. Adam saw that their feathers were singed, and their faces filled with total shock and fright at their moment of death in mid-flight. “DRAGON!” Jason bellowed. As his voice carried over the raucous noise of battle, the demonic dragon somersaulted in mid-air, spinning as it did so and flew very low and near the ground. It shot a breath of flame at the battle, killing one of its own brethren, but torching all four of the wood nymphs. They ran around, shrieking their pain from the fire as the dragon closed its mouth and swooped right through the giant water succubus. Her body disintegrated into a heavy rain upon the battle field, the water quickly putting out the writhing bodies of the burning wood nymphs. Jason and Adam continued to strike and parry against the grounded demons just as the other underground demon burst out of the dirt close by. Its long serpentine body immediately wrapped around both warriors, and the coils tightened. Adam heard the air being forced out of his lungs as his body was crushed by the black body of the demon that had caught him. A light as bright as the mid-day sun suddenly flashed on above the fighters. Adam’s eyes immediately shut closed, and his mind likened the sudden flash like someone turning on a light switch in the darkest possible room. Even through his closed eyelids, it penetrated and stung his retinas; and then it was pitch black once more. Adam opened his eyes and beyond the flashing circles that the sudden light had burned into his optical nerve, he saw that the desert floor that he was lying on was empty of the demons that they had been fighting. “What the hell was that?” Adam exclaimed, turning his head toward Jason. The man lay flat on his face, his body completely still. Adam stood and dropped his sword, and he moved to Jason’s side. With his good arm, he felt for a pulse and found that there was one. His charge was still alive, but what of the others. Looking about, he saw black dust all around the desert area where the demons had been when the light flashed on. The only thing he could think of to do such a thing would have been direct sunlight. But, it was still several hours before the sun rose again. Then Adam’s eyes landed on the prone body of Malaka, her dark skin covered by the black soot of one of the demon’s remains. He raced over to her side and saw that there was a deep gash in her shoulder where one of the monsters must have tried to take a bite out of her. He couldn’t tell if she had been bitten before she was nearly eviscerated by the demon he killed earlier. He kneeled by her side, feeling the hot tears work their ways out of the corners of his eyes. He didn’t know if his question about the ability of demons to have good emotions was possible; but he knew that over the past several days, he had grown used to her constant companionship. ----- Every morning, she would rouse him from his sleep, offering him breakfast from the house. Every time, he refused on the condition that food from demons was just as bad as anything else they could possibly offer. They would spend most of the day sparring with each other, their bouts helping to keep their fighting skills honed to a deadly edge. After the small fights, they would sit back to back, talking about one thing or another while they sharpened their weapons, or he cleaned his pistol and reloaded the empty cartridges with new rounds. She always watched this with fascination, and only attempted once to handle one of the new bullets. He remembered trying to comfort her when she burned her hand on the blessed silver bullet. He had even pulled out his meager first aid kit to try and heal the wound; but she wouldn’t let him waist his medicine on her. At that time, he had forgotten she was a demon and even the bun from the bullet didn’t remind him of that fact, until she caressed Adam’s groin with her good hand and told him what she needed to be healed. She was fine by that evening when she came back out, without even a single scar on her flesh. Adam had kept in the back, and he could only hear the cars arriving and leaving the brothel; and the talk of those going into the brothel. He never bothered to go inside, or even peer around the side of the building and see what type of clientele that visited this place. ----- Now, the woman, even if she were a succubus, that he had come to know and, yes, he will admit to himself, love, she now lay dead at his side, never to know his true feelings for her. “She knows how you feel, soldier,” said a soft voice close by. Adam looked up to see who would have such a soft neutral voice. He could not tell if it were a man or woman that spoke, and now that he looked upon this figure standing before him, he still couldn’t tell. The long white robe fell from the shoulders all the way to the person’s ankles, and it gave off a warm glowing light. Adam saw that the perfectly clean sandaled feet didn’t even touch the ground. He looked back up and saw the sharp angles of the face peering at him with a look of love and warmth. The eyes, though, were nothing but completely black orbs. They reflected the aura of the light, and even the reflection of Adam kneeling beside Malaka’s body. “What do you mean ‘she knows’?” Adam asked, knowing that his first question should have been who are you, or what do you want, or even if this entity was friend or foe. “She is not completely gone, Adam. She resides in sleep until she is healed from her wounds. It will take decades for them to heal at the current rate; but she will be fully healed and back on her feet, and fighting again.” “Do something,” Adam demanded, looking up at what could only be an angel. “Do something for her so it won’t take that long!” “I do not have what she needs to heal faster, as does none of those that still remain alive upon this field of battle.” The angle waved its hand and a soft glowing light lit the oasis. The water was once again perfectly still in its pool. The rock golem had either been in the process of closing or opening after another kill when the sudden bright light knocked every one of Jason’s army unconscious. “You caused the sun to come back,” he said, not asking. “I am the rarest of Master Jason’s collection,” the angel answered. “I was cast out of heaven, but unwanted in hell. I found refuge from both sides in Jason’s home, and reside there as a truly loving entity. Hardly any of the customers ask for sex with an angel, but a few do and I provide. Plus, Jason and his witch, Salem, were able to foresee a need for me in the future. He called me out to help, knowing I could stop the whole thing with complete destruction of all here.” “I don’t understand,” Adam said, looking back down at Malaka. “If you’ve been cast out of heaven, then you are a fallen angel, an enemy of God; but if Lucifer will not have you in hell, then you must not be evil enough to be a true demon? But you live in a den full of demonic spirits who siphon off the life force of humans in sexual debauchery, even taking part in that ritual yourself? But how can you command such power of the light as you did just now?” “My name is Nole, and I am too good to be a demon of hell, but too bad to be an angel of heaven any longer,” Nole said. The angel reached down with his hand and placed it on Adam’s injured shoulder and all of the pain that was there suddenly disappeared. Even a feeling of peace and love filled his heart, but beneath that, Adam still felt sorrow at the loss of Malaka. “I can heal humans, because I am still more good than I am evil; but I do not control the light as well as I used to,” Nole continued. “Jason sent me word that I may be needed to end this battle, if it was going to come to a bad end for everyone. He told me that if he called upon me, he wanted me to bring out the light and burn the demons. He knew that it would quite possibly kill him and his kind as well.” Adam looked stunned at the angel standing before him. “You’re telling me that Jason attempted to sacrifice himself and his ‘collection,’ as you call them, to save me and the planet?” Adam asked, shocked at the thought. “No, I’m telling you that Jason and the ladies on the field of battle all offered themselves up for sacrifice when they all saw the dragon was bearing down on them,” Nole said with a smile. “You see, Adam, not all demons are evil.” “And when I learned that, I quit my service with the council and went my separate way,” Jason said from behind Adam. He crawled on his hands and knees over to where the soldier still kneeled next to Malaka and rolled over onto his back and stared at the sky. “They had sent us into a nest of demons that was rumored to be spawning devils; and my soldiers and I charged in and slaughtered the whole lot of them. “After the killing, I saw movement of one of the demons and went to make sure it was dead. It turned out the movement was coming from inside the belly of the demon. I then understood what my soldiers and I had done. We had destroyed the birthing nest of a demon horde. Yes, they looked like monsters, and they bled a black disgusting smelling substance, but they were still living creatures. “After the soldiers left, I looked around and found that about a third of those demons were with child. I was only able to save one of the unborn creatures, the one I saw moving inside its parent. I told the council what I had found out after the slaughter, and they told me to come home and make my official report. I demanded to know why we weren’t told it was just a birthing location and why we killed the lives of innocent creatures. “They broke the connection, and I vowed never to work for them again. I will still defend against an attacking demon on unwilling prey; but I will not attack another demon that was feeding off a human that did not willingly offer itself to that demon, like my customers do. Nor would I attack a demon that didn’t attack first. “Thankfully, it has been a peaceful experience, and I have heard from the council only once before you showed up to let me know they now understood my ways and would not do anything to put a stop to my brothel.” Jason fell silent as Adam sat on his bottom next to Malaka and stared at the half-demon. As the silence grew, Adam looked up at Nole and saw the angle was still smiling down at the three of them. Then Jason spoke up without moving from his place. “Nole, go pass word that the invaders are no more and that we are still alive, but five are severely injured. The two harpies will be carried back by their flying sisters and the nymphs will be brought back by the water, but Malaka will remain here.” Adam looked at Jason with shock, and while he was looking away, Nole’s light faded away and disappeared into the night. Darkness surrounded them once again. “Why aren’t you taking Malaka back with you?” he queried. “She needs to be healed and she can only get that back at your Ranch.” “It is her will,” Jason answered. “She told me that if she were seriously injured in the battle, she did not wish to be healed unless it was her warrior that healed her. I will not force her to come back to the Ranch, be healed and live out her days in perpetual unhappiness because I did not meet her desires.” “But…,” Adam stammered. “She’ll die if she’s left out here when the sun comes up and no one heals her, right?” “Quite possibly, yes.” Adam stared at Malaka, feeling the burning sting of his tears as they began to fall from his eyes. He wiped them away and looked back over at Jason, only to find that the half-demon was no longer there. Looking around, he saw that the mirage of an oasis was no longer there. The pool of water was gone, along with all four of the palm trees. The golem had also disappeared. The only thing that was there hadn’t been there a moment before. A large tent with white and purple stripes stood near by. The light breeze blowing caused the opening flap to blow back and forth, and Adam caught a glimpse on a lit interior with a large bed of pillows, along with a table set with fresh cooked food. He could smell the roast pheasant and fresh vegetables on the wind that came from near the tent. With no hesitation, Adam slid his arms beneath Malaka’s knees and neck and very carefully lifted her in his arms. She felt far lighter than the height and muscular of her body looked like it should feel. He ignored this fact as he made his way into the tent and saw that there were two piles of pillows, one larger than the other. He also made note that there was a lit lantern high in the center of the tent, illuminating the tent in a very soft and warm glow. He laid the fallen Amazon upon the largest of the beds and made her as comfortable as he possibly could. He then rushed outside and found his sword stilly lying in the dirt, along with the .45 magnum that he had dropped when he had been thrown by the beast. Taking the weapons back into the tent, he set them down by the other bed, telling himself that he would clean them and find out why the pistol had misfired. As pleased as he had been that he had not shot and killed Malaka, it bothered him his weapon had failed him. “It didn’t fail,” a voice whispered near Adam’s ear. He looked around, surprised that he would be contacted now of all times. “Sir?” he asked the disembodied voice. “Check the round and you will see that the hammer never fell all the way,” said the masculine voice. “We could not let you kill one you are so close to.” Adam snatched up the pistol and dropped the clip out of the handle. After counting the three rounds still in it, he pulled the slide back, ejecting the round that had not fired when he pulled the trigger. In mid-flight from the ejection port, Adam caught the silver round and held it up, looking it over. When he got to the base, he noticed there was no indention where the hammer would have struck and fired the round. “Why?” he asked to ow one. “Because you are falling in love with the one that has saved your life,” whispered a woman’s voice in his other ear. “I will not have shattered love take away another great warrior in our ranks.” “But, she’s a demon,” Adam protested, even though he knew that what the female Elder spoke was true. “All living things are capable of love and compassion, even demons,” said the male Elder. “It was Jason that taught us that lesson,” said another man’s voice. “We were hard pressed to learn that lesson; but the demon that Jason raised grew quickly to be a very remarkable ambassador for their kind, haven’t you?” “Thank you for the compliment; but we digress from the subject at hand,” said a very gravelly voice. Adam had never heard it speak to him before; and he could not discern if it was from a male or female; but it was most definitely not the voice of a human. “Adam, you must do what you can to save the succubus Malaka. Your Elders have provided you this shelter and food to give you protection and strength for the task that you must do to save the life of the fallen warrior.” “It is against the rules for a…,” Adam started before he was interrupted by the woman’s voice. “You are given direct permission of the Elders, Adam Zero, to ignore this rule from this point forward,” she said, the voice kind, but stern. “As Nadia has become an ambassador for the demons, you and your succubus will become our ambassador to their kind. Now, go to her and heal your comrade’s wounds.” Adam was shocked to hear that his duties for the Elders had changed so quickly. He looked over at the prone form of a demon that he felt his heart desiring. All this time, he had believed that it was her succubus nature that was affecting him; but the Elders had the power to be able to tell if someone was under the influence of a demon. Without looking, he placed the unfired round into the clip and seated it the handle. He pulled slide back, chambering the round once more and eased the hammer backing place. Adam then picked up his sword while putting the pistol back into the holster. As he walked over to the bed where Malaka still lay unmoving and staring at the top of the tent, Adam slid the sword into the hidden scabbard under his shirt. He felt a hot tear run through the dirt that was on his face, knowing it was leaving a strip of clean flesh in the trail. Staring at the mangled body of the woman he loved, he saw the black dust of the demon that must have been atop her when the fallen angel had ended the battle. He couldn’t stand the sight of such ugly dust upon her body and looked around the tent. Succubus Ranch Ch. 11 Over on the table, he saw a large pitcher sitting inside a basin with a stack of clean royal purple washcloths next to it. Adam was back at Malaka’s side within seconds setting the pitcher down at the edge of the pillows. When he sat on them, he noticed for the first time that they pillows were on a very soft, imperceptible mattress. It was very comfortable, and seemed to call for him to relax and sleep in it; but Adam had a task to do before he could rest. Carefully, he reached to Malaka and pealed off the two black furry coverings and found her body beneath them still shimmered with sweat from her battles, untouched by the pitch black dirt of the beast atop her earlier. Adam admired the beauty of the clean dark flesh of her breasts, and the thick, yet wiry, hairs of her pubic region. Adam laid the garments on the floor and quickly removed his own clothing. They felt soiled, and he decided that he would destroy them when he had the chance; but he still had to clean the woman that offered her life for his. As soon as his gun and sword were in placed nearby, waiting for cleaning and sharpening in time, Adam filled the basin, not surprised to find the water in the pitcher was hot, for a good cleaning. He soaked the cloth and reached over to Malaka’s face. He decided that working on the wounds may cause too much pain so soon, and any possible infection must already be set in, so left them for now. Instead, he gently wiped the moist cloth across her lips, wiping away the dark soot that covered them. Without hesitation, Adam leaned over the cleaned lips and placed a light, gentle, loving kiss upon them. He felt another hot tear leave the corner of his eyes, and when he sat up, he saw that it had landed on her cheek. At first, he thought it had landed at the corner of her own eye; but he saw that the moisture there was running, not sitting upon her flesh as his teardrop did. “I will take care of you, Malaka,” Adam whispered to her, beginning in earnest to clean her face. As he cleaned the forehead, he gave another gentle kiss upon the Amazon’s feature. Each eye he closed the lids, wiped them clear of the demon ash, and planted a kiss upon them as well. His hands worked slowly, taking the time to constantly dampen the cloth in the water, which grew darker each time he dipped the cloth in to it. Adam cleared her entire head of black ash, spending a little extra time on each nick and cut to make sure to remove all of the demons remains. When he had finished with her neck, Adam dumped the bowl of the black water and refilled it with clean clear water. He then began to wipe the soot from her shoulders, being as gentle as he could with the monstrous bite wound at her shoulder. He noticed that the wounds were not as pronounced as they had looked when he first found her lying on the desert floor; but he let it pass, knowing that her body would heal itself, just slowly. When he finished the wound area, he looked up to her face and saw that her eyes were no longer closed; and she was looking at him with a soft smile upon her features. Adam returned the smile as he moved the cloth down to her chest and started to wipe the soot from her dark breasts. Malaka finally made noises as the rough damp cloth rubbed across her nipples, causing them to harden to pointed nubs. She moaned at the first caress of the material; and Adam stilled his hand and looked at her with concern. Her face told him that her sound was not one of pain but of pleasure, as she bit her lower lip and nodded for him to continue. When he finished with them and dipped the cloth in the water, he felt her eyes watching him intently. When he started to wipe down her stomach, he heard her whimper but she said nothing to him when he looked back at her face. Giving her a smile, he returned to his cleaning, worrying about the deep gash that he was nearing around her midsection. To Adam’s surprise, he found that she was no longer cut as wide open as she was such a short time ago. He wiped all of the ash away from the edges and watched with fascination as the wound pulled together right before his very eyes, looking like a very deep scratch within moments. He worked quickly to get all of the ash out of the cut before it closed up completely, and at the end, his finger was been between the flesh wiping the last of the soot as it closed around him. He felt her skin trying to attach to his, the feeling not unlike a suckling mouth at the tip. Though Adam found it intriguing, even a little pleasurable, he did not want to have his hand forever attached to her stomach. The wound sealed tightly, leaving a light scar which remained for the night. Looking back up at the wound on her shoulder, he could see that it too was now nothing but scar tissue. It was lighter than her dark skin; but it was quite visible after all this time he had grown used to seeing her flesh looking beautifully flawless. Adam wet the cloth again, noting that he would have to dump the water before he cleaned her legs. He wiped the rest of her flat stomach clean of the ash, taking a lot of time admiring her toned muscles beneath the soft flesh. His hands worked on their own when he would look back up at Malaka and see her watching him with eyes that showed great affection, even a touch of adoration. While doing this, her eyes quickly shut and her mouth opened as her head tilted back. She let out a soft moan and Adam worried he had found another open wound without watching where his hand was going. To his chagrin, he discovered his fingers had found an opening on their own and were beginning to “clean” it quite thoroughly. He looked back up at her and watched as the Amazon succubus started to arch her back when his fingers rubbed the rough cloth between her vaginal lips and up across the hard nub of her clitoris. Adam began to enjoy giving her this attention and used the cloth as a barrier as his fingers started working her center in earnest. The Amazon tried to close her legs; but Adam stopped her by moving his buttocks between her legs, his own legs draped over one of them. He felt the leg behind him press into his back and start sliding upward. When it reached his shoulders, her knee bent and the calf came around and wrapped along Adam’s chest. She pulled him down onto the bedding with it, trying to slip her thigh around his head. Adam slipped his free arm through the closure of the knee and then wrapped it around her lower leg. His hand began to caress her soft skin there while his other fingers started to probe deeper into the succubus cunny. She groaned with frustration as her legs tensed with her own growing arousal. Adam turned his head, letting the soft strong inner thigh act as his pillow, and watched his fingers work in and out of her sex. With each probe inward, his thumb would rub the rough cloth around the hard clit, causing the succubus to shudder. About the fifth time, when his fingers pulled almost all the way out, Malaka sat up completely, her eyes blazing with lust and need. One of her hands gripped Adam’s wrist and she forced him to shove his fingers all the way back into her while her other hand wrapped tightly around his already growing erection. “You dare to tease me?” she questioned, her voice commanding but still alluring to his ears. “You kiss my face after cleaning it but do not kiss my lovely breasts when they awaited your lips. Now you clean me deeply; but you show no intention of kissing those lips either.” “Maybe it’s because I wish to finally beat you,” Adam said, pulling his fingers back out just a tiny bit and thrusting them deep again on his own. He wiggled his fingers quickly inside her as his thumb worked wonders on the succubus’ clit. “Challenge accepted,” Malaka answered, her grip on his dick beginning to stroke up and down the hardening shaft. “First to cum loses.” Adam only had a moment to nod his head when the Amazonian proved that her height and musculature belied her flexibility. She instantly bent in half, pulling her nether lips a little ways away from Adam’s questing fingers and her mouth latched onto the tip of his cock. He felt her tongue swirl around the tip as a hot suction excited the appendage better than he remembered a blow job ever feeling. He groaned with the sudden jolt of pleasure and felt his hips press upward to her siphoning lips as she bent even further to take more of his shaft into her mouth. Malaka laughed when Adam groaned, the noise sending a touch of vibration down the shaft and into his balls. He knew at this pace that she would suck him over the edge within seconds, so Adam did his best to devise a plan on how to try and best a succubus in a sexual battle. In the instant that thought crossed his mind, he let a chuckle escape. The thought of winning a sexual battle with a succubus was one of those seriously one-sided fights, like a boxer standing in the middle of an ice rink and to go against a hockey player in full gear. Malaka was going to win this battle, because she was a creature of sex. Worse yet, she was a warrior, like him, so she already was thinking of every route out of this sexual trap she already had him in. Adam felt her leg slipping out from his head, knowing she was about to place it over his chest to hold him down while she sucked his orgasm out with a hunger that only a wounded succubus would have. He started laughing out loud at his foolish acceptance of this fight. The sudden burst of laughing caused Malaka to stop sucking him off; but her hand continued to stroke up and down his now wet shaft. “What’s so funny, my warrior?” she asked, her voice dripping with carnal, wanton hunger. “This,” he chuckled, and quickly sat up. Before she could react, Adam had pressed her backwards, his lips latching onto her nearest breast. He shoved his fingers deep into the succubus pussy and slipped three of them deep into her sex. He noticed that he had lost the washcloth at some point in time; but the touch of her slippery silken inner walls was delicious to his flesh. She groaned as his thumb worked her clit again and her hips instantly began to thrust against his hands ministration. Adam rolled up and pressed her body back into a lying down position. His legs straddled one of hers as his free hand reached up to her free breast and began to grope it, pinching and pulling at the nipples. Her leg came up between his and he felt it pressing softly at his scrotum as her hand continued to stroke his shaft; but without the suction of her lips, Adam suddenly felt that he would be able to last much longer than earlier. Malaka tightened both of her legs together around his own thigh. He could feel the heat of her sex rising and falling along his leg as she pulled it to press tighter into his hand that was now trapped against and inside her pussy. Adam continued the flickering of his fingers as his teeth bit down hard and he pulled with them, all the while his tongue flicked on the hard nipple that was trapped between them. Malaka grunted more and thrust her hips faster and harder against his hand. He worried that she would break his hand and possibly his thigh bone if she didn’t cum soon. He knew he got his wish and her orgasm struck her when Malaka let out a wailing scream of ecstasy and her entire body arched and held its position while she arched her back up off the bed in a damn near perfect curve. Adam held himself perfectly still, as well, letting her ride out the orgasm on her own so as not to push her too much further. Slowly, Malaka’s hips sank back to the bedding and her eyes opened only half way, staring at Adam’s eyes with something that made him feel a little shocked to see. Though her eyes smoldered with lustful hunger for much more sex, they glistened with deeply devoted love. He could feel it deep inside himself, knowing that he was right. “I am yours, my warrior,” she whispered huskily. “You have bested me on my own battlefield, proving your right to claim me as your own and keep me by your side in every battle that you are ever in.” She held her arms out to him and Adam pulled his fingers from her sex and placed both of them beside her. He lowered himself atop her body, feeling her legs slide up and over the back of his own. Her arms wrapped softly around his shoulders as his face neared hers. When his mouth touched her, a jolt of electricity passed between them and he felt her lustful hunger fill his body with its power. Hardly having to move his hips, the tip of Adam’s cock was first kissed and then sucked deep into Malaka’ pink folds. Her heat wrapped around his hard shaft as he let his own lust jerk his hips forward quickly. In an instant, her tight hot walls compressed around his bulbous head, the sensation nearly mind blowing and her legs tightened around his upper thighs. Their mouths hungrily devoured each others lips as their tongues battled for dominance between and inside each others oral crevices. Malaka would suck every now and then on his tongue, easily pulling his wet muscle into her playground. She occasionally gave into his needs and probed her long sinuous muscle into his mouth, coiling it several times around his own. The kiss was melting his heart, just as her pussy had started melting his mind. Adam’s hips slowly rose up; Malaka’s legs allowing him only so much give, before she would tighten her strong thighs and calves and shove him back in to the base. Each deep penetration, he felt her twitch around his cock, the sensation beyond arousing around the sensitive head. As his hips would pull back again, he could feel the suction of the air tight tunnel he was leaving behind trying to suck him back into the vacuum he was leaving behind. Adam tried to set a slow and steady pace, wanting this first time with Malaka to last for hours, not minutes; but it was not meant to bed. The fifth time he started to pull out, the suction and quivery heated velvet walls was too much and Adam moaned with guttural abandon as he shoved his cock all the way to her cervix. He felt his balls contract and release his seed deep into the demonic woman beneath him; but he no longer cared of her unnatural state. Malaka cooed beneath him and her arms and legs tightened in a grip of his body unlike anything he’d ever felt from a woman before. She showed her strength as her body shook beneath his as she orgasmed along with him. Her pussy pulsed nonstop around the shaft, and it felt like his dick was truly being sucked on by a gulping throat, just like the one that was at this very moment trying to suck his tongue down into it. When the orgasm finally rode its course, Adam felt ashamed he had not lasted longer with his new lover, and he broke off the kiss and looked sadly into her eyes. She still bore the sight of devoted love and unadulterated hunger; but he could see that she was smiling happily up at him. “I am healed with your love, my partner,” she spoke softly. “I want more, and I know you do as well; but only if you allow it can I help to make that happen.” “I can not continue,” he whispered, the sadness of his early release in his voice. “Yes, you can; but you must accept my gift to grant you the stamina to play a full day with me,” she replied. Adam suddenly noticed that the tent was much lighter than earlier and saw that sun light was pushing against the material and making the room brighter than he expected it would be. He then stared into the deep dark eyes of his lover and smiled at her. “I will accept anything you offer me, my love.” “Drink from me, and be my healer and lover this day, then,” she cooed. One of her hands slid up the back of his head, playing with his hair before she pressed upon it. She guided his lips to her breast, where he saw a white liquid seeping out of the teat. With no hesitation, he latched on and suckled from her with abandon. The flavor was unknown to him; but it exploded on his tongue and sent his mind in a whirlwind. As soon as the first drop slid past his throat and into his stomach, Adam felt a great hunger and sucked harder and faster upon it. Malaka moaned at the sensations when his tongue would push and flick against the hard nub of her nipple. Adam was so caught up with drinking this delicious treat, he did not know when his dick grew long and hard inside Malaka’s sex and his hips had started thrusting on their own. He only noticed it when his orgasm neared and he left her tit to go back to tasting her lips and grunt into her mouth while he pushed himself and her to another orgasm. ----- Adam and Malaka walked up the steps of the brothel that night as the front door opened. Standing in the doorway, Jason looked upon the glowing couple and smiled. A sound from behind caused the two to turn around and they found they were looking at Maradith standing on the porch with her long flowing cape folded around her body. “So, I see you healed my succubus and brought her safe and sound back to me,” Jason said, but his features gave away he was only joking with his words. “Don’t kid them, Jason,” Maradith said, her voice still dripping with sexual energy, arousing Adam’s cock again. Maradith looked down at the rising bulge in his pants and quickly put her hand over her mouth and looked at him apologetically. “No fear, Lady Maradith,” Adam said. “I will need to get used to that effect if I’m to walk and battle side by side a succubus. Won’t I, dear?” “I’d prefer you just let it effect you so that I can settle your desires, my warrior,” Malaka answered, her own voice oozing with lustful hunger. Adam felt his cock reach full erectness and twitch at the thought of being in the many positions that he and his lover had been in earlier that day. “Then go in peace, Malaka and Adam,” Jason said, holding the door wide as Maradith walked around the couple and into the building. “And return to us when your journey’s come to an end,” Maradith added. Both couples gave a short quick bow toward the other and the warriors turned and stepped off the porch as the door behind them closed. At the end of the drive into the parking lot, Adam and Malaka disappeared like smoke on the breeze, headed off to more exciting adventures, and arousing times. * Copyright 2010 © by Jason Morris. All rights reserved.