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****** WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING *****
        This story is adult material and may contain all (and1


almost definitely contains some) of the following:
        Explicit acts of sex between men and women,
Explicit acts of sex between women and women,
        Men torturing women, Women torturing men,
Torture, violence, supernatural creatures,
        S&M,    D&S,    B&D,    and a whole bunch of other sick,
twisted
letters of the alphabet.
        If any of this stuff offends you, or if you are underage,
DON'T READ it. STOP NOW! You have been warned.

        However, if you are of legal age and are enough of a
pervert to actually enjoy all that stuff, read on and enjoy. The
author welcomes all comments, criticisms, and suggestions but
people interested in censorship or moral judgements will be
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WARNING WARNING *****












 The Succubus
 By Tie

 CHAPTER ONE:
 David

        David Hanes was a handsome man; tall, well-built,  
muscular. His dark hair and blue eyes enticed women like candy
entices children. But David as never interested in the kinds of
things women wanted to do with him, for he was different than
most people.

Tonight, David was a in his car, a new Cadillac, driving2


around, far from home, looking for someone. He didn't know who,
yet, but he would know when he found her.

It was around midnight, in a dark and lonely part of town.
He had just passed a street, a few blocks back, where prostitutes
gathered on the corners, looking for their evening's work. He had
slowed down as he drove by, checking them out, but none had the
spark he needed. None of them looked to have the strength to
provide a challenge to a man of David's abilities. They were what
David what call "wimps." Weak women. Women with no spirit, no
inner fire, no strength... and David wanted a strong woman.
     
David Hanes, you see, was a torturer. Not by profession,
but for pleasure. Torturing women was what he truly loved to do.
Breaking their wills, shattering their minds through horrible 
acts, this was the meat and drink of David Hanes life. He had  
grown quite good at it over the years. So good, in fact, that
some of the fun had gone out of it. There was no fun without
challenge, and there were so few women in the world who could
stand up to his abilities for long enough to truly satisfy him. 


        David could not stand wimps. Women who broke in a matter
of seconds. Women who, at the merest hint of helplessness, turned
all to jello and obeyed his every whim. David had known many men  
into S&M who loved such submissive women, but to David, they were
worthless. What point could there be in dominating someone who is
dominated before the torturer even begins? What is the point of
breaking a weak spirit? David could not understand why anyone
would want to do such things, for they bored him. What he needed 
was a woman with strength. A woman who would not break, until her
body gave out on her. A woman whom he could torment for a  
lifetime and who would never completely surrender herself to him.
"THAT,"thought, "would be a woman worth torturing."

        On this particular night, David would come to find his
wish. And he would very soon learn that it is wise to be very
careful what you wish for.

        It was several blocks past the hookers corner when he saw
her. There was a small movie theater across the intersection from3


him, and out the front doors came a woman of stunning beauty, and
even more stunning strength. Over the years, David had learned to
spot strong women from hints they gave in the way they moved, or 
the way they dressed. This woman moved with purpose and grace   
like he had never seen before.

        She was not large, by any means. A rather petite blonde
woman, perhaps in her late 20's. Long wavy blond hair cascaded
past her shoulders down her back. Her face was sharp-featured,  
like some mystical elf, with a tiny, upturned nose, and 
mischievous full lips. She was perhaps 5' 6", or so David judged,
and her figure was the stuff of schoolboy dreams. On top, David  
could see she was wearing a bodysuit, though he could not see the
lower half. The top was black with long sleeves, completely sheer
and form-fitting. It had a built-in solid black bra of material
to cover her breasts, just barely, from view. The bodysuit   

continued down, but David could not see the rest, because she
wore a skirt over it. It was a short, black, pleated skirt coming
down to mid-thigh. The skirt was loose, and flowing, so when she 
moved, it swished slightly higher and David could see all of her 4


fabulously shapely legs. Finally, to complete the outfit, she    
wore a pair of black-leather ankle boots with three-inch stilet
heels. Se wore no stockings, as far as he could see, and her legs
were bare below the skirt. She had a petite, but curvy figure.
David guessed her to be about 35-22-34 and he could clearly see
she was in fantastic shape. The bodysuit she wore couldn't
provide much support for her breasts, but they stood high and  
firm, anyway.

        He decided immediately that he must have the girl. He
waited until she had come to the next corner and pressed the gas 
swinging the car sharply to the left so he turned directly in  
front of her just as she stepped off the curb. She was startled, 
at first, since she had not really been paying much attention to 
where she was going. Now, she looked angry as David stepped out
of the car in front of her. She started cursing at him, not
realizing the danger until it was far too late.

        "You fucking jerk! Why don't you watch where you're     
going!"


        David did not say a word, but merely leaped out of the   
car as fast as he could and grabbed her roughly by the arm. He   
spun he quickly around, overpowering her slender form easily and
wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, closing off her air.

        The girl was so stunned, at first, she didn't know how to
react. Then, panic set in. She struggled against him, pulling at
scratching at his arm. She tried to scream, but his arm cut off
her air, and she could not make a sound. In a few seconds, with
no one around to see, she passed out in David's arms.

 CHAPTER TWO:
 Serena

        Serena awoke slowly, moving through a hazy state of sem -
consciousness. Her throat hurt, and her mind was muddled at first.
Where was she? What had happened? She struggled to remember. As
she awoke, her mind became clearer... and she almost wished it
hadn't.5


She found herself standing, still fully clothed, in a 
large stone-walled room. The room was very big, and very dark,
but Serena, being a creature of darkness could see the room as  
clearly as a normal person might see in sunlight.

All around the room stood tables, chairs, and torture    
devices of all kinds and all descriptions. An iron maiden, a    
medieval rack, a stockade, and dozens of other devices, most o
which she recognized, a few of which she did not. This was     
surprising to her, since she thought she knew every torture
device conceived by man, and quite a few that had never been
dreamed of by any mortal.
   
One entire wall of the room, directly in front of her,
was covered in tiny hooks, from which hung dildos, whips, clamps,
enema equipment, discipline helmets, gags, blindfolds, and dozens 
of other devices. Again, some of these she was not able to     
identify and this truly disturbed the succubus, for a torture 
device SHE did not know of, was surely something to truly be


feared.
 
        She stood in the center of the room, and she knew     
immediately that her captor was good at his craft. Her wrists 
were held by tight steel manacles attached to chains which pulled
her arms up and apart high over her head. Her ankles were chained
with similar manacles, and attached to the floor so her feet were
spread about 4 feet apart. She noticed with a tremble that the
position of her legs caused her skirt to rise slightly, so her 
legs were completely exposed and her crotch was only barely
covered. Any movement at all on her part would reveal the bottom
of her bodysuit. Her shoulders ached from sleeping suspended from
her wrists, and her wrists themselves had deep lines pressed into
them from the sharp edge of the manacles.

        She tugged furiously at her bonds, trying to get free,   
using all her demon-spawned strength, but it was useless. Her    
power was useless while she was bound, and she knew it. How had
she gotten into this?
6


        She silently cursed herself as she continued to wiggle in
her bonds, trying to pull free. Last night had been an incredible
mistake. She had gone to the theater because she needed to feed,
and she had seen a teenaged boy there several weeks before who
had been perfect for her purposes. A succubus needs to feed on   
sexual energy, and teenaged boys possess sexual energy in great  
abundance.

        When a succubus feeds, it causes incredible pleasure or
pain to her victim. Serena preferred pain, of course, especially
since torturing her victims usually drew out a much greater     
supply of energy over a longer period of time. It was a constant 
concern to find new people to feed on, because no one could
survive her attentions for very long, and her last victim had
died several weeks ago.

        Serena had gone to the theater last night, expecting to
find easy prey. The boy, she thought, would fall down on his   
knees and beg her to take him. Her beauty, combined with her
power was more than any man could resist, much less an adolescent


with a sex drive like an atom bomb. When she arrived at the
theater, however, there was no one there. She knew the boy lived 
there with his elderly grandmother, and they ran and owned the  
theater together, but there was no one there that night. She had
searched the building and found that the boy had been killed the
day before in a car accident, and the grandmother was in the   
hospital. It was a terrible disappointment. She had been
depending on the boy for her sustenance, and now Serena had to
spend the night seeking nourishment elsewhere.

        Had her captor run into her at any other time, he would
not have found her such easy prey. But she was hungry, and hunger
made her powers weak. She had fallen to him in seconds and now,
bound, she was at his mercy. She HAD to escape. She had to feed,
SOON, or she would wither away and die. Succubi are immortal as
long as they can continue to feed, but if she did not feed, her
strength would slowly wain, and her thousand year-old existence
would end.

        She tugged at her bonds again, knowing it was futile, bu7


desperate to escape. A thousand years, she had lived on Earth,
and now it was going to end because of one stupid old woman, an
a mortal who had been lucky enough to capture her. Well, perhaps

there was some hope. She thought for a moment about trying to   

scare him into freeing her. Bearing her fangs and wings and     
letting him see what power she had. But she knew that would be
foolish. Her only hope was that he would get overconfident and
release her from her bonds, even for a second, so she could   
overcome him. But... what might he do to her before then?

 CHAPTER THREE:
 The Torturer's Touch

        Serena could see two doors in the dungeon. One was 
directly to her left, and it looked like an inner door. She    
guessed it lead to some type of bathroom. She had experience with
dungeons herself and she knew that a bathroom was very useful to
have nearby.
The other door was behind her, in a perfect position so
she could not get a clear view of it no matter how hard she tried8


to turn around. She wondered if this was intentional and decided
it probably was. Her captor was well stocked with equipment, so 
she had better assume he knew about psychological torture, as   
well. By placing the door behind her, he gave her something more
to worry over. Her suspicions were confirmed when he finally
entered the room.
        She had been standing for hours, and she was getting very
tired. Even though she was immortal, she still needed rest and
sleep, just like a human. She had been hanging limp in her chains,
trying to rest as much as possible, and wiggling occasionally to
reduce the pain on her wrists. Of course, wriggling only made her
wrists hurt MORE, but she couldn't help herself. Her body
instinctively struggled, as any woman's would.
The door opened behind her and she heard soft, meaty
footsteps enter the room, then the door closed. She wanted to
turn around, but she refused to give the bastard the satisfaction.
He wanted her to turn, to try to see him, but she knew she would
not be able to see much more than a vague outline, and that her
frustration would please him. So she stood still, looking forward.
If she had not been bound, her powers would have allowed her to  


see into his mind. His every thought would be known to her. But 
as it was, being bound reduced her powers significantly. She   
could feel his mind, a little, but not read his thoughts. She
could tell now, that his eyes were wandering over her body
lustfully. She was repulsed, and embarrassed. How dare he! She
was an immortal, a thousand years old. No mortal man had ever
been inside her unless she had wanted him there (which was very  
rare and always when she was in complete control). The idea began
to dawn on her that if he chose to, he could take her immortal    
demoness' body and there was nothing she could do to stop him.  
The thought sent a chill through her, and she could sense his    
satisfaction as he watched her shiver. What was even more
frightening, though, was that the thought of being taken against
her will by this human had actually sent a slight tingle of 
pleasure through her body.
        The footsteps began moving closer, and she could sense    
the man moving toward her from behind. He stood just in her blind
spot so no matter how she turned, she would not be able to see.
It took every once of her will not to try to look at him. 
        He came slowly up behind her and she could literally feel9


his eyes burning into her flesh with his mortal lust. Normally,
such feelings would be her nourishment, but bound as she was, she
not feed. Then he was there, pressing against her from 
behind. His hands reached down and came to rest on her hips,
casually. Yes, he certainly knew about the psychological aspects
of torture. If he were just some moronic pervert, his hands would
have immediately been all over her. But he knew that her
anticipation would build and torture her all the more. Serena was
in real trouble.
        Her body tensed, though she tried not to let it show. She
knew he could sense it anyway, though, and she cursed herself for
not being stronger. She still did not turn to him or speak. There
was nothing to say. He would not release her until he wished to,
and she already knew what he wanted. One of the great advantages
of being a succubus was sexual magnetism. Her very presence (not
to mention her perfect body) made men swoon with lust. It mad

them easy prey, most of the time. Right now, it didn't seem like 

such a good thing.
        He leaned forward and she smelled the powerful scent of
leather. She turned now as his head came over her shoulder,10%


unable to help herself. She saw he was wearing a black leather 
hood with metal studs, fitted tightly over his head with holes   
for eyes, nostrils, and a zipper over the mouth. It was a device
humans used to make them look more like demons, Serena knew.
Intended to made the torturer look more imposing and terrifying.
And it worked, she thought, surprised that she was really afraid 
of this human.
        His hands began to slide around her body. Her sheer
bodysuit wasn't much protection, and in fact, only made his touch
seem softer and more pleasing to both him and her. His hands     
roamed gently over her flat stomach, up her body between her     
breasts and around her neck. When she thought he was close enough,
she shot her head down like a snake and tried to bite him, but he
was ready for it and slid his hands smoothly out of the way. She
could feel him smile and knew that he had been hopping she would

try. This one got off on power, she realized. He was teasing her,

taunting her with her helplessness. His intent was to make her  
furious. To make her lose control... and it was working like a
charm. Despite everything she knew of torture, she was furiously
angry at him, and at herself, and she realized with a shock that


she was also incredibly turned on. A succubus thrives on power,
and so she had never been helpless before, but the more she   
thought about it, the more it made sense. Power and powerlessness
were just two sides of the same coin. She had long known that the
most powerful men were the ones who made the greatest feast when
they were under her power and at her mercy.
        His hands were continuing their tour of her body,
touching nothing vital yet. He went between her breasts, but
didn't touch them much, then slid around her neck and down her   
back, around her sides away from her ass. He knew exactly how to
play her. She kept anticipating him, thinking he would touch her
somewhere she did not want to be touched, but he didn't.
Involuntarily, she tugged at her chains in frustration, then     
realized that that was exactly what he wanted and stopped. She  
almost wished he would get on with it and rape her, kill her, or

torture her with whatever physical pain he might imagine, but she
knew he was expert at this and would make her suffer as much as
possible before moving on to other torments.
 Neither had yet spoken, each waiting for the other to  
speak first. It was a subtle game of power, but one she was     1


determined to win. He caressed her gently for what seemed like 
hours, and as time wore on, she found herself less and less able

to just remain passive. She struggled against his touch and
against the chains, frustrated beyond her endurance. She could   
not stand to be so helpless, and yet, she was so hot she thought
she would burst. Finally, when she thought she could stand no
more, his hands took firm grasp of her breasts and began to knead

them through the soft fabric of her bodysuit. Before she could
stop herself, she groaned, and yanked her body against the chains
to escape his probing hands. He had not even moved from his     

position behind her, so she was still unable to see him. She    
could feel his smug satisfaction at his power. She was reacting
exactly as he wanted, every step of the way, and there was  
nothing she could do about it. She closed her eyes and
concentrated on something else. She tried to think what she would
do to this mortal when he finally made a mistake. When she
finally escaped, she would make him suffer like no one else in 
all of history had ever suffered.
Her thoughts were interrupted as his fingers pinched her
nipples. She realized with humiliation that they were rock hard2


and he had no trouble finding them through her clothes becaus
they stuck out as tiny point on her bodysuit. In fact, the
bodysuit was made that way, to entice her victims. She had 
created the suit herself with her powers, and now it worked   
against her. 
        His hands played with her breasts for quite a while, 
growing slowly more firm and rough in their treatment, pinching  
at her tender nipples, and she began to squirm against her will.
She simply could not help herself. A couple of times, he twisted 
or tugged in just the right way and a squeal of pain and pleasure
escaped her lips before she could stop herself. 
        After an eternity of this treatment, one of his hands  
slid down her smooth, flat belly while the other continued to
play with her breasts. The hand moved down and down, and began
making slow circles on her skirt, just above her crotch. He was  
teasing her again, and after a few seconds, she screamed a short
scream of frustration and tugged at her chains. He made circles
on her pelvic area for a few moments more, all the while his
other hand fondling her breasts, then let his hand slide down   
into her crotch and begin to stroke her pussy through the soft 3


bodysuit. Her skirt was lifted just high enough so he didn't have

to move it to reach her crotch, and when his hand touched her
pussy, she felt the cool dampness of her bodysuit press against
her and knew she was dripping wet. As his hand started to make
gentle circles on her pussy, the humiliation was just too much.
She lost all control of herself and become a beastly, demonic
animal, thrashing about in her chains, screaming in rage and   
frustration. She did not transform or reveal herself in any way...
she maintained at least that much control, but otherwise, she was
mindless. 
        She thrashed against the chains, letting the manacles dig
harshly into her wrists and ankles, drawing tiny droplets of 
blood. Her tormentor just grinned to himself and calmly continued
his fondling. She could not move enough to truly get away from
him, and he knew it. His right hand at her pussy began to feel 
around against the fabric of her bodysuit and he found what he  

sought easily. Her clit stuck out against the soft material just
as her nipples did, and he gently rubbed a finger up and down

over it a few times, letting the soft feel of the bodysuit fabric
make his touch as soft as silk.


        It was then that the silence was broken, as she screamed 
at him in pure demonic rage, "Get the FUCK off me! I'll kill you!
Take your hands off me, right now! Let me go you PIG!"
        He did not answer her, but rather concentrated on her 
body's movements. He could tell she was just about to cum, and 
when she was right on the edge, about to go over, he pulled his
hands away, and let her twist and struggle even more furiously
than before. 
        Serena didn't realize what she was doing, of course, but 
it made it all the sweeter to her tormentor. She thrashed,
desperately wanting his touch back, just for a second, so she    
could cum. Her whole body was on fire, and she strained backward
towards him, gyrating her hips for several moments before she    
came back to her senses and realized what she had been doing. She
stopped moving, in shock, her breath heaving in ragged gasps. The
man walked around in front of her, and she looked at him for a

second before she had to turn away in the most horrible shame she
had ever felt. Her face was flushed from her exertions, but it
turned absolutely bright red now. Her body still burned with     
desire, but she would not give him any more satisfaction than he4


had already had at her expense.
        In the moment she saw him, she saw he was tall, around 6 
feet with dark hair and crystal blue eyes. He was wearing a
leather G-sting with straps all around his body, covering very
little of his massive muscular form. For a brief moment, she  
entertained thoughts of having him at her mercy and Oh, what she
would do to that body! But for now, she was helplessly vulnerable

to his every whim, and she could not look at his face for fear of
crying in shame.

 CHAPTER 4:
 Proper Address

        David was smiling from ear to ear, and he knew she could 

see it. The zipper over the mouth of his hood was deliberately   
left open, so he could speak and possibly use his tongue, so he
knew she could see how much he was enjoying his new toy. His cock
was rock hard, and strained against the leather G-string he wore..
and he had barely begun. 
        He was definitely satisfied with his new victim, oh yes.


His initial teasing had taken twice as long to get to her as it
usually did to his other victims. And he had had many others.   
Dozens of them, all of whom he considered to be strong women. But
THIS one... he could tell she was something special. From the 
moment he saw her, he knew she was strong-willed, but he had not
imagined just how strong she would prove to be. He found himself
hoping, for the first time in months, that he had truly found a  
worthy victim. And with that hope, came fear of disappointment.  
It would be such a shame if she broke too soon. He thought for a
moment about going a little easy on her, but no... that would
defeat his whole purpose. If anything, he would be extra hard on
her. His goal was to break her, after all. If he could not, then
it would be all the better, but it had to be real.
He stood in front of her, towering over her frail-seeming
form. She was flushed from head to toe from her excitement, and
her head was turned firmly to her left, so as not to look at him.
He waited a few moments, to let her body cool down for the next  
phase of her torment, and he was surprised when after a bit, she  
screwed up her courage, and turned to look at him defiantly. He
had never seen such hatred and beauty all at the same time. Until5


now, he had not gotten a good look at her eyes, but now that he
did, he could see they were gorgeous. Her pupils were the most
stunningly vivid shade of violet he had ever seen, and they
burned with pure rage. He almost came right then and there, but
he had learned to control himself. It was a good thing, too,    
because if he had cum, it would have gone a long way toward     
discrediting his power over her.
        She stared at him for just a second, and then her eyes 
flickered downward slowly across his body, and his grin grew    
wider. He could see she appreciated his form. His large muscles,
broad chest, po right, and she
realized her arm chains were being drawn outward, up into the   
ceiling. They were on winches, of course, imbedded in the ceiling,
and they pulled her arms up and apart, slowly further and further.

        The girl began to struggle, and David just stood and   


watched her squirm. She was so beautiful, and so furiously
frustrated he almost burst out laughing, then after considering  
it a moment, he decided why not, and DID burst out laughing. T
girl looked at him a little fearfully now, and then glanced back
and forth at either of her arms, pulling them, trying to stop the
chains from contracting. Soon, she was standing on her tip-toes.
Her ankle chains held her to the ground, but there was about a  
foot of slack in them, and in another few seconds, the arm chains
pulled her right off the ground.
        The girl began screaming as her shoulders took on your   
full weight and the steel manacles dug sharply into her wrists.
"GRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
        David thought it was more of a growl than a scream, and

he smiled condescendingly at his helpless captive. 
        In a few seconds more, the chains were drawn taught, with
the girl held spread-eagle with her feet 6 inches off the floor.
The chains continued to pull, stretching her tight little body to 
the limits of endurance. 
"RRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!," She screamed again,
and though David could see her muscles tensing and releasing as7


she tried to struggle, she could not move an inch. He knew the
pressure on her arms and legs was incredible, and finally, he  
pressed another button on the remote and the chains stopped     
retracting. They held firmly in place, however, so the girl could
not move, even the tiniest fraction of an inch, apart from her   
head, fingers, and toes. 
        David had a speech he liked to say at this point in a 
victim's torment. But somehow, it just didn't seem right with    
this one. His speech was designed for a woman who was new to this.
Who had never even seen a dungeon before, except perhaps in a 
museum. And he didn't know why, but somehow, he got the feeling
this woman knew about torture almost as much as he did.
He began walking slowly around her suspended form. She 
was covered in a thin sheen of sweat now, and her sexy bodysuit
and skirt clung to her body.
        "Well, my little plaything," He made his voice
deliberately soft and calm, "are you enjoying your stay in my    
little playroom so far?" He walked around and around her, his
eyes never leaving her body, as she breathed heavily, trying to
get used to her painful position.8


        "I won't bore you with the obvious, since you obviously
know why you've been brought here. And have no doubts, slave, you
WILL be mine, no matter how much you think you know. Knowledge of
torture techniques is no defense against a true master torturer...
as I think I proved earlier."
        She hung silently in her bonds and he wondered why this
little spitfire didn't speak. Perhaps she knew he expected it,
and didn't speak just to spite him. He walked over to the wall
again to get a pair of heavy silver cutting sheers, and just as   
he turned his back on her, she spoke.
        "I will die before I am yours, little man." Her voice was
weak as she strained to catch her breath from the pain. But there
was an edge to it, too. This one was going to be even more fun
than he thought. 
        David could not possibly suspect the hidden double
meaning behind Serena's words. For, if she did not escape, and
feed on a human's sexual energy soon, she would indeed die.  
        He walked back over to her, holding the scissors clearly
in her view, and opened them up, holding them so that one sharp
pointed edge stuck out. 

Her head was hanging forward, and as he walked up in   
front of her, he reached around and grabbed her hair, pulling her
head back, forcefully.
        He pressed the scissor's edge against her throat and just 
held it there for a second, while he watched her violet eyes try
unsuccessfully to look down at her own throat. He could see her
swallow and grit her teeth.
        He held the scissors for a few seconds, then began to 
slide them down her body, pressing hard enough so he was sure she
could feel the cold steel, but not hard enough to cut her. Down
her chest, he went, while still holding her hair with his left   
hand.
        "Don't worry, slave. I will not allow you to die until I
give you permission."
Then, the woman did something David did not understand.
She smiled, as if at some private joke. He had expected the   
threat to frighten her, but this odd smile puzzled him. He was
careful to conceal his confusion from his face, and of course,  
the hood helped him. But, why was she smiling?
        He decided to forget about it and move on. He brought the9


scissors downward now, skipping over her bodysuit and cut along
the front of her skirt. He started at the bottom, just at her    
crotch, and worked upwards, slicing a neat line right across the
skirt, and finally cutting it open completely. He tossed it aside,
leaving the girl in only her thin sheer nylon bodysuit, and her 
black leather ankle-boots. He saw now that the bodysuit was sheer
all over except for the built-in black solid swatches of material
just barely covering her breasts, pussy, and ass.
        The outfit was more a piece of lingerie than a bodysuit, 
and David wondered for a second, why she had been wearing it when

he kidnapped her. Maybe she had just had a fighter     
boyfriend... and he smiled at the thought.
With his victim suitably prepared, he began the next step
in her torture. He stepped back away from her, so he stood
directly in front of the suspended girl. She stared at him,    
looking partly defiant, and partly scared. Though David had to
admit, she hid her fear very well. He had had years of practice
and dozens of women, though, and he could tell she was afraid.
        He held up the remote and showed it to her once again.
She would quickly come to learn that the sight of the remote     20


would always mean something sinister was going to happen. David
pressed a button and she heard another humming sound. Not from
the ceiling this time, but from the floor. She looked down, and 
there, imbedded in the floor, right between her legs was a pole.  
It stuck straight up from the floor aimed at her pussyit 
was spinning and ever-so-slowly rising. Avery top of the   
pole was a dildo, but this dildo was no pleasure toy. The end of 
the pole was threaded so David could attach different dildos or
devices to it for whatever effect he desired. Today, the dildo on
the end of the pole was a pink hard rubber monstrosity. It was   
only an inch in diameter, which was not so bad, really, and it
was about 9 inches long. But the truly horrible part was that the
entire surface of the dildo was covered in tiny, hard-rubber     
spikes. So dense were the spikes, that the dildo looked like a
porcupine.
        The pole spiraled slowly upward, right toward the girl's
pussy. She was still protected by her bodysuit, but he would   
worry about that when the time came. Right now, the pole was only
about a foot off the floor.
        The girl looked down in terror and began speaking rapidly,


but David ignored her as he picked something up from the wall. He
kept the item carefully concealed in his hand while he walked 
around behind the girl. The pole had risen to a foot and a half.
        "What the hell are you going to do to me!?! You can't be
serious! That thing will kill me! Listen, Mister... I... I can
give you money... power... you like power, right? I've got more

power than you could imagine. Power enough to get you all the   
women you could ever want."
        She was babbling, David knew. He was a little
disappointed, but still, he could tell she was lying, and that
was a small comfort to him. If she was lying to him, it meant she
still had not surrendered.
        "Now," David began, "As I was saying before. You WILL be
mine, Slave. But I believe in taking the training of a new slave
very slowly, so she learns her lessons well. Toward that end, I
like to set some simple goals. Today, you will learn something  
very simple. You will learn to address me properly. Every time
you speak to me, you will address me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. Do you
understand?" 
irl practically exploded. David was behind her, but  1


he could almost feel her fury. Just for a second, she had
forgotten about the dildo slowly making it's way toward her. 
        "You FUCKING WORM! You just wait until I get out of this.
Then we'll see who's the fucking slave."
        David could see her muscles ripple and strain against the
chains. She was in great shape, he saw. Strong, powerful hard  
muscles covered by such soft supple feminine skin.
        David was now standing behind the girl and he reached a
hand around in front of her and felt around for the tiny bulge of
her left nipple. When he found it, he pinched down hard, through
the soft fabric of her bodysuit, until she let out a moan of pain,
and the second she did, he was ready with the device he had
gotten from the wall.
        It was a large, plastic penis gag, two inches long and an
inch thick, and he jammed it quickly between her open lips and 
teeth, then secured the leather straps tightly around her head.
He made sure to draw the straps under her hair, as much as    
possible, so her long blond mane would still hang loosely. He had
plans for it later.
screamed at the invasion of her mouth, more than2


she had at the pain in her nipple, but all that escaped was a
muffled squeal, "Eeemmmmmpppphhh!"
David walked around back in front of his now sweat-soaked
new slave. She stared at him with even more fury than before, and
he was amazed that such a thing was possible. He stood for a few 
more seconds, watching her, until she remembered the dildo rising
toward her slowly from the floor. She looked down just as the
dildo was about 2 inches from her pussy. Along with the spikes,
it's width came to almost two inches.
        Trembling with rage and fear, the girl began to struggle
again. She knew she couldn't get away, but the thought of that    
spiny nightmare entering her was too much to bear.
        David let the machine go, with the dildo spinning,
spiraling up and up, ever-so-slowly, just for effect, until the  
last possible second. Just as the first of the spikes brushed 
against the crotch of the girl's bodysuit, he pressed the stop 
button on his remote, and the pole stopped moving. 
        He walked right up to her, "Are you ready to address me  

properly."
Perhaps hoping to buy some time, the girl nodded,


reluctantly. David wasn't sure if she was sincere, but decided it
didn't matter much. He knew that even if she said it, it would
only be because she thought it was such a small thing, and that  
it wouldn't hurt to say. 
        At her nod, he smiled, and he could see perhaps a tiny  
bit of relief in her eyes, mixed with apprehension, probably at  
having to call him master. 
        He let her savor the moment a second or two longer, than
reached downward and slid a finger under the crotch of her
bodysuit. He let his finger linger there for a second, just long
enough to soak his finger in her juices, which were flowing like
a river. He was looking right at her face, the whole time, and
she was looking down at the pole, wondering when he would remove
the gag, so she could call him master and avoid the pain. But it
was not to be.
        He pulled aside the crotch of the bodysuit with his one
moistened finger exposing her pussy to the cool dungeon air and
then held up the remote.
        The girl began to scream against her gag in betrayal.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHPHPHH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHH!"3


        She thrashed so hard against her bonds, that she actually
shook a little, though he had thought that the chains were tight
enough to make any movement impossible. 
        He clicked the buttun and with her pussy now revealed by
one tiny finger, the girl had no protection as the spiked dildo

burrowed it's way, spinning inside the most sensitive part of her
anatomy. David stood by and watched as she screamed in agony. Her
muffled screams of betrayal had been nothing compared to the    
animalisticseveral more minutes and David walked around her slowly,   
drinking in her agony like water and loving every bit.
        He waited a while, just watching her, letting her calm
down, and as he watched, her breathing slowed and her sobs became
quiet, muffled whimpers. Her head hung limp against her chest,
just as her body hung limply in her bonds. When he had decided
she was ready, he went to the wall and took down another small


device. He kept it out of her view, not that she was looking.  
        He walked up in front of her and lifted her face with a
finger on her chin and with a mocking look of compassion said, 
"Poor little slave. You should've obeyed me when I told you to.  
Not that I wouldn't have hurt you, anyway. Hahaha! But don't
worry, little one, you're going to like this next part of your
training. I'm gonna make you cum."
        She did not resist when he lifted her head, but from the  
very moment her eyes met his, he noticed the rage was still there.
It was all he could do to keep from cumming in his G-string. She
was so strong. He couldn't believe she had not broken, but at the
same time, his mind soared with pleasure. Oh, what fun this
little nymph was going to be! 
        At the mention of cumming, the girl shook her head  
violently, and screamed into her gag. Her throat was raw from her
previous screams and her scream came out all hoarse and weak now.

        David grinned from ear to ear at her protest, and said,
"Oh, you don't want to cum for your master, little Slave? Very
well... how about this then. I promise I won't make you cum until5


you beg me for it. Okay?" 
She looked at him with contempt, her violet eyes almost
glowing in their raw, puffy sockets.
        Satisfied that he had goaded her enough, David held up 
the device he had taken from the wall. This time, it was a black-
leather discipline helmet. He gathered up the girl's hair into a
pony tail and threaded it through a hole in the very top of the
helmet, then slid the helmet in place, covering her head, all the
way down to her neck.
        Before getting it all the way down, he inserted two small
tubes into her nostrils, so she would be able to breath only     
through her nose, and then laced the helmet up tightly in the
back. The soft leather fit firmly over her face, following every
contour of her skin. Her hair stuck straight out of the top of
the helmet like some strange water fountain, and he finished off 
securing the helmet with a thick leather strap buckled snugly    
around her neck.
The girl was now completely cut off. She could not see or
speak and could barely hear and even her breathing was restricted,
as she could only breath through her tiny nostril tubes. If she  6


over-exerted herself or got too excited she could easily pass out
from lack of enough oxygen. But she would not die, David knew. At
the very worst, she would pass out, and begin to breath more
slowly, and when she awoke, her torment would be compounded with
a splitting headache. He chuckled quietly to himself.
        As a finishing touch, he gathered up her pony tail of   
hair and tied it around a ring attached to a chain imbedded in 
the ceiling directly over the girl's head. He used the remote to 
contract the chain until her hair was pulled tightly upward, thus
immobilizing her head. 
        He stood behind her and whispered against her ear, so she
had to strain to hear him, "Good night, slave."
        David turned and walked to the dungeon door. He made sure
to be as loud as possible without seeming to do so, so she would
know he left. As he walked up the stairs to the upper levels of 
his house, all he could think about was his new prize. 
        She would hang there all night, of course, and she would
not be able to sleep. If she fell asleep, her head would fall,   
and yank her hair, thus keeping her awake. It was perfect. He     
would catch a few hours rest and in the morning, that dildo    


inside her will have driven her insane. 
        He chuckled to himself again as he raced for his bedroom 

to jerk off. Yes, David thought, tomorrow was going to be a 
wonderful day.

 CHAPTER 5:
 Insidious designs

        Demons (and demoness') have a capacity for rage far
greater than any mortal could have or even comprehend.
Serena the Succubus had a lesser capacity than most demons,
and that was part of the reason she had lived so long. A
thousand years was uncommon, even for a demon, though it was     
not unheard of. Serena had lived to such a great age because    
her rage was tempered by control. It was the foolish demons    
who got themselves destroyed or exorcised by letting their
rage get the better of them. Serena had always had more
control than that.

        Hanging now, in the dungeon of a mortal man she did7


not know, was pushing her control to the limits, and pushing
her rage further than it had even gone before. And she was
feeling something else, too. Something she rarely ever felt:
fear.

   It was completely dark for Serena, because of the
leather hood her tormentor had placed on her head. The hood
was so tight, and so stifling, that she thought she would
suffocate, and in fact she could breathe only through two  
tiny air tubes inserted in her nostrils. The powerful 
intoxicating smell of leather overwhelmed her. She loved   
that smell, normally, because it was a symbol of power. Now,
it was not so pleasurable, because it showed her only 
helplessness. A condition which she had come to decide she  
did not like at all.

        Her entire body ached in pain such as she had never
felt. She could not tear her mind away from the pain, no
matter how hard she tried. Her breathing was ragged and
raspy and she knew she must calm down or she would pass out.



        As much as the thought or losing consciousness 
appealed to her, she knew she could not allow that because
if her head were allowed to fall, it would yank her hair,
thus waking her almost immediately. Her body ached all over
from her suspended position, mostly her arms and shoulders 
and ribs from where her whole body's weight was supported.

        She could barely feel the spiked dildo buried deep

inside her, but her inner walls were raw and sore from it's
horrific intrusion, and the slightest movement of her body  
caused those wickedly sharp spikes to jab at her ultra-
sensitive membranes.

Under her hood, her face was covered in sweat, and
her own tears dried against her hot, flushed, face. It felt
like her head was burning up. Demons usually liked heat, but
only when their powers were working so it could be kept
under control.8


Serena silently cursed her bonds. Were she free,
even for a second, she could easily overpower the human who
had captured her. She couldn't believe her stupidity in   
being captured in the first place, but she had been angry
and distracted. It all came down to a struggle between rage
and control. Had she been in control tonight, she would   
never had been captured. But since she was angry and
distracted, she was now paying the price.

        The human was devious, she knew, but he did not yet
know of her powers, so she still had hope. If he released 
her, just for a second, when he thought she was too weak to
fight, her powers would return. But it had to be soon. She
had not fed in so long, and each moment of her torment, her
energies were growing weaker.

        What was he going to do to her next? He had said by 
morning she would be begging to cum. She very much doubted
that, but then she thought back to earlier, when he had


teased her with his hands. Had she wanted it, then?

        No. She decided she had had a moment of weakness. It
been nothingwould not let herself think such 
thoughts. She could not possibly cum for this puny little
mortal.

        Time dragged on, and she suffered. She was so tired.
Sleep would help to conserve her energies, but the bastard
had denied her even that much. Her long silky blond hair was
tied above her head in one big pony tail, so she had to keep
her head upright or suffer more pain.

        How much time had passed so far? An hour? A day? It
felt like 6 hours, but she knew it was probably only a few 
minutes. 

She had tormented many victims in her thousand year
lifetime. Very often, they seemed to prefer being tortur

to being left alone. Now she could see why. Being left alone9


with only your own thoughts and pain was a whole new kind of
torture in itself.

        She had kept her body relaxed all this time, because
she knew any movement at all would only hurt her more.   
Especially with her hair tied, and that monster dildo still
impaling her. But now, the aching was too much, and a
shudder went through her, and as it did, she squirmed and   
moaned in pain.

        She could not remember ever being so frustrated in  
entire life. Another thing she could not ever remember
doing in her life was crying. She had cried tonight, though.
Only a little, when that spiked dildo had been drilling into
her most sensitive area. She had never felt pain like that
before. Some part of her mind searched to see if she had
ever done anything like that to a victim, and she found
nothing. She could not remember ever giving a victim of he
own so much pain except maybe a handful of times. She knew

the pain they felt, because she drank it in like water. This


human was incredible at his work, she had to admit. The     
number of times in all of history that a demon had been made
to cry could probably be counted on two hands. And this
little mortal man had done it.

        Serena's thoughts began to drift, and soon she was 
not thinking at all, only suffering. The next thought she
was aware of was an odd one.

Something was happening to her body, she knew. She
guessed that perhaps a few hours had passed, and she had  
grown almost accustomed to the pain. She knew of this     
phenomenon, from her own torments. Even the worst possible  
torture grew useless after a certain amount of time. The    
victim simply became numb.

        But something else was happening, too. She felt
something... a tingling. She tensed her whole body as she  
realized... her body was beginning to respond.
30


        The dildo inside her was large, when the spikes were
considered, and it had been firmly implanted in her, almost 
immobile for a long time, and finally, her body began to
respond to it the only way it knew how. Her pussy was
getting wet, and her body was preparing itself for sexual
pleasure.

        Just a bit, at first. And at first, Serena was
rather pleased by it. Ha, she thought, that fool isn't as
good as he thinks he is.

        But she began to think of what he had said. She
would be begging for orgasm by morning, he had said. And he
would make her cum, but not until she begged. Could he  
possibly have planned this? Been this insidious?

More time passed, and the pleasure washing over her
grew better (or worse, depending on your point of view). She
could not see, but she could feel the walls of her pussy
lubricating, and the burning there was soothed a little bit


as the cool dungeon air stirred slightly against her moist  
pussy.

        She had calmed down before, but now she found
herself breathing heavier. The more she thought about, the
more she was getting turned on. She was angry with her body
for betraying her like this, but she couldn't seem to stop
it. She tried thinking of something else, dragging her mind
away from the subject of sex... but she couldn't. A
Succubus' life is based on sex, and there was nothing in her
life not at least marginally connected to it.

        Minute by minute, her excitement (and her fear) grew.
When she felt a cool droplet of her juices actually start to
roll down her leg, she let out a moan and twisted sharply in
her bonds, panicking.

        That was a BIG mistake, as it caused the spikes to  
dig sharply into her pussy, and she screamed and thras, but she knew
that would not get her what she wanted. Thrashing, and in
fact any movement at all, would bring her nothing but pain.

        In order to cum, she needed to move, even just a 
tiny bit. The slightest breeze across her clit, or the brush
or a butterfly's wings would do it. But there was nothing.
She thought long and hard about what to do.
2


        She considered squeezed her cunt muscles over the 
dildo. As a Succubus, she had very strong inner muscles.   
They came in handy, and were powerful enough to make a man  
come just by their movement, or even crush a man's cock to
bloody pulp when she had her powers.

Finally, since it was her only hope, she tried it. A
gentle squeeze, and she screamed in terrible agony as the 
spikes dug into her pussy walls.

he screamed and thrashed in her bonds in terrible
torment, and for the second time today, and the second time
in a thousand years, she cried inside her leather hood.  

It felt like hours before she could calm down enough
not to move, and her body had lapsed in it's excitement and
desire, but she could feel it building back up again, but   
she knew now there was NO WAY she could cum.

She would go insane, if left this way too long. Kept


right on the edge, continuously, for who knows how long. As
her body climbed back up the ladder toward orgasm, she  
thought furiously. She wanted to thrash, instinctively, but
she knew she couldn't. Yet, every muscle in her body tensed.


She screamed at herself in her own mind not to panic.
Panic would could her to do something stupid, but she was so

scared, she didn't know what else to do. She HAD to escape,
somehow. She couldn't stay here in this position any longer.
Her mind would shatter into a million pieces, and then    
escape would no longer matter.

This human was a far better torturer than she had
even imagined at first, and for the first time, Serena began
to contemplate the end of existence. The end of a thousand 
year life, at the hands of a mortal. And once again, she 
cried.

 CHAPTER 63

 Cindy

        The upstairs portion of David's house, above the dungeon
was a large, two story building, beautifully decorated in elegant
style by a decorator David had hired years earlier. He was a
successful man, and his home reflected that success, clearly.

        It was almost noon in the Hanes residence, and David had
long headed out to work hours ago, so the house was empty except
for the prisoner held chained in the basement, and the beautiful
slave girl in kitchen. 

Cindy had been kidnapped several months ago by David,
when she had been a police officer in another state. Up until
yesterday, she was the strongest woman her master had ever met.

        It had taken him only two days to break her will

completely, and in a few weeks, she was a perfectly trained,
obedient slave girl, who catered to David's every whim. He even
trusted her enough to leave her alone in the house when he was


away.

She knew he despised her, really, because she was now   

weak. The master hated weakness most of all, Cindy knew, and     
though he had made her what she was, he still hated her for it.
But he also knew that she was his, completely, and she could not
betray him or do anything against him. The thought could never
enter her mind, because she had been trained so well.

        Cindy was a beautiful girl, in her mid 20's, very tall  
and built like an amazon goddess. She was 5' 9" tall, leaving her
just three inches shorter than her master, and when she wore
heels, as he ordered her to always do, she was often slightly
taller than he. She had long black hair, flowing down her back,
long enough so it almost touched her ass, and it glistened when
light struck it like a raven's feathers. Her figure was a perfect
36-24-36, and David had left standing orders for her to keep in
shape. If her figure ever deviated from perfection, he had  
threatened to torture her to death, so she was careful of what 
she ate and exercised regularly. Exercise was not a problem most4


of the time, anyway, because whenever David could not find a
victim, he would take out his pleasures on Cindy, since she was
there.  

        Today, she was wearing a black latex French Maid's     
uniform. David insisted she was always dressed in a sexy way, and
though he left her clothing choices up to her, she would be   
punished if her clothes displeased him in any way. He was very
picky about clothing, too, as he hated many things men in general
liked.  

        For one thing, he could not stand nudity. It bored David,
or so he said. Often enough, she could remember being strung up
in the dungeon on some nightmarish device and stripped naked, but
most of the time, he preferred her in some kind of clothes. She
was always to wear panties, at the very least, and David hated   
garter belts, so she rarely wore stockings. When she did wear  
them, she made sure to wear ones that were tight enough to stay
up without a garter belt. 



        On this particular day, David had given her special    
praise this morning before he had left for work, on her
magnificent attire. The outfit was a typical French Maid costume
made all of latex. In addition, Cindy wore black velvet choker
around her neck, which she knew her master especially liked. The 
uniform was tight around the waist, and fit snugly against her
torso, outlining her breasts so her nipples showed clearly    
against the straining rubber. There were no sleeves on the
costume, and Cindy wore long black latex gloves which came to
just below the shoulders. On her feet, she wore long black-latex
boots. They were a real pain to get on, since they were very     
tight, and she had to roll them up her legs, but they had 3 inch
stiletto heels and the tight rubber forced her already gorgeous  
legs into just the perfect shape.

        All in all, apart from her head and chest, only a tiny
bit of flesh on her arms was visible and a tiny bit of flesh   
between the incredibly short flowing skirt and the tops of her
boots.5


Today, as every day, she spent her time cleaning the
house, doing laundry, dishes, washing the floors, dusting, etc.
She worked all day and worked hard, for she knew that David might
ask her to account for every moment of her day, and if she    
claimed to have cleaned something he would check to be sure it  
was absolutely spotless. If it was not, he would assume she was
lying and punish her accordingly.

        She knew he might very well punish her anyway, just for
fun, but his punishments were so severe, that it was best to take
whatever steps she could to avoid them. Anyway, today she knew,
he would be busy with his NEW slave.

        In a way, she was a little sad to have his attention
taken away from her. As much as she feared him, she had been made
to love him in a strange way. She was his, forever and always. Of
course, more than jealousy, she felt relief that his attentions
would be focused elsewhere for a while. She knew he would make
sure she was not slacking off in her duties, but she was fairly6


certain that as long as she kept up her chores reasonably well,
he would be too busy playing with his new slave to punish her any
time soon.

        As the day wore on, she found herself wondering about the
new slave. David had had many since she had been here, but none
had piqued his interest like this one. Cindy had been ordered to
go and clean the new girl later, before David got home, and she
was really looking forward to seeing what was so special about
her. David liked his victim's clean, for sanitary, as a well as
sexual purposes.

        As the day wore on, she became more and more distracted
from her chores, and that's when tragedy struck. Her curiosity
had caused her attention to wane, for just a second, and she
accidently tipped over the vase on the fireplace mantelpiece. It 
shattered to pieces, of course, and she knew she was in trouble. 

        There were no thoughts of running away, however. She  
would confess to her master when he came home, and for now, she


would clean up the glass and continue on with her chores. She had
been almost done, as it was, and in a little while, she would go 
and get her first look at her new partner in slavery.

 CHAPTER 7
 Cleaning 

        It had been an eternity for Serena. Her body was a bundle
of raw nerve ending, every one of which was on the verge of   
explosion. She had been moaning constantly now since the second
hour of her torment, though she had no real way to reckon time,
bound as she was. Every inch of her body was on fire with waves
of tortuous pleasure, and yet, as hard as she tried, she could 
not cum. 

        Her only recourse was to cause herself pain, and after  
three of four times thrashing against her bonds, she was too    
scared to bring herself to try moving again.

        David had left the dungeon at around midnight, and Serena7


was certain that time must have progressed well into the next day

by now. She had drifted in and out of consciousness, in spite of
the pain from her bound hair. Her body simply could not withstand
the strain. But her journeys into sleep were brief and restless,
and troubled by dreams of helplessness and pain.

She was no longer capable of any rational thought. She
was simply a creature in agony, longing for the release of death.


        Her shoulders had ceased aching long ago, as had her   
pussy. Her sexual euphoria had drained all thoughts of physical
pain from her body to be replaced by nothing but agonizing    
pleasure. Her screams were barely audible through her gag, since
her voice had long ago been scraped away by continuous over-use.

        She had cried only a little, but her tears were dry and

salty all over her face inside the leather hood, and her head was
still so hot she thought she would spontaneously combust at any
moment. 


        In a few rare instances when she was able to think above
level of an animal, her thoughts were of fury. She was a     
Succubus. By definition, superior to any mortal. She would never
submit herself. Deep down beyond her conscious mind, she knew she
whether she lived or died, she would not give herself to this
puny worm of a mortal.

She was sleeping when the sounds came. Over time, her
hearing had sharpened in the silence, and through the leather
hood, she could barely make out a sound... someone opening and
closing the dungeon door, the soft click of metal heels on the 
stone floor.

        Having something to finally lock on to, her thoughts    
became a little clearer. For a moment, she heard nothing. Perhaps
she was beginning to hallucinate, she thought. Then the sound  
again. She definitely heard the sharp click of stiletto heels,   
moving slowly around her.
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Then she sensed it. Another mind. Her powers gave her
that much, at least. She could sense another presence in the    
room... but it was not her tormentor. It was a woman. She felt
the woman's eyes wander over her body and she felt the woman's  
lust, and hatred, and relief and possibly.... was it jealousy?   

        Serena began to moan as loud as she could trying to get
the woman's attention, so she could talk to her. Perhaps she
could talk this woman into letting her go. But as loud as she
moaned, the woman made no response. Perhaps her voice was so far
gone as to be inaudible outside the helmet.

        She stopped moaning and listened, as the woman walked
over to Serena's left and disappeared. Serena wondered what was
going on, and then remembered the second door. The one she had
guessed was a bathroom. The woman had obviously gone inside, and 
that's why she couldn't hear any more. What on Earth is going on
now? Who is this woman, and what is she going to do to me?    

In a moment, the sharp clicking heels came back, as the


woman walked slowly around behind Serena. But there was another
sound not, too, like a squeaky wheel, or something.

        Serena felt something touch her ass, and recognized it
immediately at latex... the woman was wearing gloves. The gentle
gloved fingers tugged at Serena's bodysuit and pulled it aside
exposing her anus for view, and the next thing she knew, she was
moaning again as a latex clad finger pressed against her tiny
ass-hole.

        Serena squirmed as much as she could without causing pain
to her pussy. That spiked dildo left her very little movement,
though, and she knew she could not escape those fingers, anyway.

        The finger did not enter her, and withdrew after a few
seconds, much to her temporary relief. Until it returned a moment
later and plunged it's way inside her aided by large gobs of what
felt like Vaseline, or some other kind of lubricant. Now Serena
squirmed even harder, and began to thrash as her squirms caused
her pussy to grind against the spikes. The finger in her anus  9


withdrew as soon as her thrashing began, and for as long as it 
lasted, she was not aware of what the woman was doing.

When she finally calmed herself once again, she had   
awoken her half-sleeping mind and was sorry for having done so, 
because she awoke it to a world of agony and humiliation. Her 
body had begun to drip fresh sweat, now, all of her sweat having
previously dried.

Once again, a finger probed at her sensitive anus, whilst
the woman's other hand held Serena's bodysuit out of the way.    
This time, she strained against her inner pride not to struggle
and hurt herself more. The thrashing had, at least, lowered her 
level of sexual excitement, but now it was rapidly building back
up as this strange woman lubricated her ass.

        Serena was a demoness, and it made no difference to her  
whether her victim was male of female, really. She preferred   
males, because their pain and pleasure were so much more powerful.
A woman's sexual energy was dispersed throughout her body, and


this made it more nutritious for a succubus, but duller to the
taste. Serena had had many female victims, though, and enjoyed
them quite thoroughly.

        This, however, was something altogether different. Now 
she was being used as a plaything by this strange woman, whom she
had never even seen. A MORTAL woman, no less. Serena had NEVER  
been penetrated in her ass, and never would have if she had had
any say about it.

        The fact that it was being done to her only emphasized
her helplessness, and her humiliation was beyond explanation. She
wanted to cry again, but refused to allow herself that weakness.
She would not give in to these mortals again, no matter what. She
was a succubus. She had lived a thousand years before these puny
creatures were even born. They would not break her will.

        These thoughts were flowing furiously through Serena's
head, when she realized that the woman was playing with her much  
more than necessary to simply lubricate. She had began to slide40


her finger in and out, fucking Serena's ass hole with that gloved
finger. And the woman was talented, too, because Serena's     
pleasure grew and grew, beyond even the edge she had been
balanced on before. She still could not cum, but her capacity for
pleasure had been raised and she was left wanting orgasm more 
than anything in the universe right then. She moaned agonizingly 
into her gag, her jaw aching with the strain of holding the penis
gag in her mouth, not to mention to humiliation. 

Finally, when the vicious little mortal bitch was
satisfied, she withdrew her finger, and Serena's body throbb
with need, as she was left with a feeling of emptiness.

        The girl was waiting for something, watching her. Serena'
could feel it in her thoughts. The strange latex clad-female was
waiting for the feeling of emptiness to pass so she could draw
out Serena's torment. Serena cursed her luck once again for
having allowed her to be captured by not one, but two expert  
torturers. 
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        Next, Serena felt something else pressed against her ass-
hole. She thought she recognized the feel of plastic, as 
something thin was inserted into her anus, slowly. As the long
tube was continuously fed deeper inside her, Serena gasped
through her nostril tubes, as she realized it was an enema tube.
She twisted her head a little, pulling at her hair. Her fingers 
clenched into fists and released, over and over again, as she    
moaned as loud as she could against the gag.    

Then she felt something happening. A pressure in her
bowels, making her want to push, but even as she pushed, the  
pressure grew greater, and she realized that the end of the tube
was fitted with a balloon. By the time she figured it out, the
balloon was too large, and no amount of pressure she could apply 
would dislodge it.

        She had used such devices in her own tortures, and knew
that the balloon was designed in such a way as to allow the tube

to pass through it's center, thus allowing the introduction of
liquids into the victim. Serena had never had an enema herself,


though, and it was not something she was anxious to try. No that 
she had a choice. 

        She felt the balloon continue to inflate to painful
dimensions, and then it stopped and she felt the girl give the  
tube a few sharp tugs. Apparently not satisfied, the girl blew up
the balloon a little more, and now that she was listening, Serena
could hear the slight swishing sound of the squeeze pump.

Serena's inside cramped a little, as the balloon was
inflated yet further, and then finally, the woman stopped. But
Serena knew this was only the beginning of the torture. 

        And she was right. In a few seconds, she screamed into  
her gag in terror and discomfort as steaming hot water flooded
into her from behind. The water poured in faster than she would
have thought possible, and her whole body broke into a drenching
sweat from the intense heat and pain. 

        Once again, her body betrayed her and she thrashed out2


wounding her already raw pussy. Under the hood, Serena's face   
burned like the sun on a summer day, and she gasped in raspy cool
breaths, almost hyperventilating. Her hands clenched into fists
and she bit down hard on the plastic dildo in her mouth.   

        As the hot water filled her tight little body her stomach
began to cramp and release, cramp and release, and the intense   
pain made her want to double over in agony, but she was denied
that small relief.

        She did not hear the girl move, because she was too   
intent on other things, but suddenly, there was a hand on
Serena's stomach, pressing firmly against her flesh, pinching and
kneading her flesh, making sure the water reached every nook and
cranny inside her intestines, and a wave of nausea swept over her
so intense that she panicked and thrashed against her bonds once
more. She knew that if she vomited now, she would die, choking  
herself to death, and she fought with every ounce of control she
could muster to calm herself down.



        And she hurt. Oh, how she hurt. Serena began to truly
wish for death, because she could not bear this torment much     
longer. But she would have to. They would not leave her any    
option. He knew her captors were too good at their craft to let
her escape by dying. They could not know about her need for
sexual energy, of course, so she would die, eventually if she did
not escape, but, it would take more time than she thought she 
could handle. She could not allow herself to break. If she was
going to die, then so be it, but she prayed to the most hideous
Devils of Hell to let her die before they broke her will.

        The enema lasted only a few minutes, but by the end, she
dripping sweat from every pore, and since she had been constantly
wet from pussy juice and sweat both, Serena' was desperately    
thirsty. He throat was dry and sore from her screams as well as  
dehydration.

        The girl was still in front of her kneading her stomach,
and Serena wanted to lash out at the merciless girl with fury she
could not seem to muster.3


        After a few moments more of cramps and nausea, the girl
stopped her vicious massage, and stepped back around behind
Serena. 

        Then, as suddenly as it had started to flow into her, the
hot liquid began flowing outward! Serena gasped and she heard the
whiny hum of some kind of motor, as the liquid was literally  
sucked out of her body. But the feeling was unnatural, and Serena
found it almost as painful as when the liquid had flowed inward.
It was not the sudden release she had expected. If she had been
allowed to release the fluid naturally, it would have exploded  
from her and brung great relief, but this way was slow and
tortuous, as her body tried to compensate for the suddenly  
lowering pressure inside her.

In a few moments more, she found herself completely empty,
and though her stomach felt much better, her muscles ached in   
defiance at being so brutally used against her will.


She began to relax a little, now and wondered when the
girl would remove the balloon-locked tube from her ass, when all
of the sudden, she felt water rushing into her once again. But
not hot water. This time, the water was cold; ICE cold.

Her scream now was a frustrated whine. As if she could   
not believe it was not over.

        As the cold filled her, she began to shiver, goose-
pimples rising all over her flesh, and once again nausea washed 
over her as the girl kneaded her stomach forcefully. Serena was
sure her stomach would be bruised in an hour or so, because the
girl's fingers were strong and merciless as the pressed into her
ever-expanding flesh. 

Her stomach began to cramp and release once again, and in
rage, Serena thrashed in her bonds once again, this time causing  
so much pain, she passed out.
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 **********


        When next Serena was conscious, she slowly became aware
that the rubber balloon had been removed from her ass, as had all
the water she was being filled with. She was thankful that her
captor had let her remain unconscious while she was tormented. Or
perhaps the girl hadn't noticed. It felt like only a few minutes
had passed.

        Then Serena searched with her mind, and sensed the girl

standing in front of her. Damn, she thought, the girl was
standing there waiting for me to wake up, and now that I've     
already moved, I've betrayed myself.

True to Serena's prediction, the girl began to move
around, when she realized Serena was awake. Then, with no warning,
Serena felt a blast of cold water hit her in the chest.
Apparently, the girl was using some kind of hose, and the water
was a fine stinging spray as it pummelled Serena's helpless form,


drenching her from head to toe. Every inch of her body was stung
by the cold spray, and the girl had not even bothered to remove
Serena's hood, shoes, or bodysuit. And of course, the dildo was
still firmly imbedded inside her aching throbbing pussy.

        When Serena was completely soaked and shivering from the

cold, she felt some kind of brush begin to scrape at the skin of 
her neck, and she squirmed as the girl rubbed her skin raw with 
some kind of soap covered washing brush. The girl wasted no time
and paid no attention to Serena's cries and moans, now her
desperate squirming, as she scrubbed and scrubbed over Serena's
whole body, scrubbing right over her bodysuit, and scrubbing
every inch of her from head to toe, then even reach under the
bodysuit at several points. The girl made sure she paid
particular attention to Serena's nipples and ass, but stayed
clear of her pussy and especially her clit. They were not going
to allow her to cum no matter what, and Serena moaned and 
screamed in furious frustration.

        When the girl was done, and Serena's skin was rubbed     5


completely raw, the hose was turned on her once again, and she  
even had to jerk her head to the side once, viciously pulling on
her hair, to avoid chocking at water got up her nostril tubes. 

Finally, when it was all over, and though Serena was in
incredible pain over every inch of her body, and though she     
wanted to cum with a furious desire such as she had never felt  
before, she was relieved a tiny bit to be cleaned and slightly 
refreshed.

        She could not imagine what more the girl could do to her,
but she sensed she was not quite finished, and soon discovered
why as the girl held Serena's head steady and fiddled at the 
front of her hood. Suddenly, there was a tiny gap in the penis
gag, as if the center rod had been removed, so Serena could 
breath through it. She realized with some surprise that the hood
must have been made with a hole in it at the point, just for such
a purpose, but she worried why the girl would suddenly allow her
to breath more freely.
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        She didn't have to wonder long, as a tube was inserted
through the penis gag and into Serena's mouth, then pressed     
further and further. She coughed, choked, and almost gagged as
the tube was shoved mercilessly down her throat. But that was not
enough, as the girl kept feeding it down her swollen, sore     
esophagus all the way into her stomach. He moans of pain now
became gurgles of horrific terror, as she felt something warm 

being squeezed through the tube and realized that for the first
time in almost 24 hours, she was being fed. This was truly
insidious, as Serena was not even allowed the simple pleasure of
tasting her food, not was she allowed to reject it. And who knows
what they were feeding her. It could be drugged and she would 
never know.

        Just then, the door to the dungeon opened, and she heard
the meaty footsteps of a large man enter the room. She sensed the
girl immediately go all soft, and kneel on the floor right where 
she had been standing.

As the door closed, she recognized the man's thoughts


immediately. Her true torturer had returned! 

 CHAPTER 8
 Submission

        David was in a great mood. He had arrived home from work
a little early and just finished washing up and changing clothes

before coming down to the dungeon to check on his latest victim.
So far, she had surpassed all his expectations. And, to add a
little gravy to the meat, Cindy had broken a vase, so he would  
have a wonderful excuse to put her through some serious 
punishment. He could punish her any time he wanted, of course,
but he knew if he punished her too much for no reason, she would
stop being as obedient. He always made sure to punish her a lot
MORE when she had really done something wrong.

        He entered the dungeon is his usual costume, a black    
leather G-string with leather straps all over his well-muscled
body, his black leather boots and hood. As he entered, Cindy, who
had been standing in front of his new slave, immediately fell to7


her knees with her hands behind her head, just as she had been
trained.

She had done a spectacular job of dressing herself this
morning and the french maid's outfit suited her amazonian form
very well.

        It was time, he thought, for the final phase in the     
training of his new slave. She had hung helpless for over a day
now, and all the while her boeen driven wild with sexual
desire for which she had no means of release. David had, in the

past, found this technique to be incredibly effective at breaking
down the first few barriers of a girl's will. Once she begged to
be allowed to cum, her will would crumble much more easily with
little further torture.

David walked into the dungeon and moved over to Cindy,
kneeling there on the floor, and as he glared at her with his 
angry face, she practically cringed and seemed to shrink into    

herself in fear. David could see she knew that he had found out 


about the vase.

"Slave?," David's voice was strong, stern.

        Cindy answered him so softly he could barely hear. The
girl was on the verge of tears, "Yes, Sir."

"Stand up." He did not bother even to explain why she was
going to be punished. They both knew, and even if she didn't know,
he didn't care.

        Cindy stood immediately, still holding her hands behind  
her neck. She was slightly taller than him in her three inch    
heels. David loved that she was taller than him. It gave him a 
much greater feeling of power to dominate her that way. Even
docile as she was, she appeared strong, and that made her more
attractive to David's eyes.

        In front of the new girl, about 5 feet from her, between

her and the wall was a large wooden stockade like something8


of colonial America, and it was here he positioned Cindy, her
body facing toward the new girl's left. When he allowed her to
see, his new toy would get a perfect side view of Cindy in all
her glory as he played with her until she passed out, which is
fully what he intended to do, and then some.

At the bottom of the stocks was a footboard, held about 4
inches off the ground, and he locked Cindy's feet into the device
first, holding her legs spread wide apart. The he opened the top, 
and locked her head and hands in place, leaving her bent over at
the waist.

        Her tight latex outfit did not allow her breasts to sag
downward, but they swelled noticeably, and he could see her   
nipples were already getting hard in anticipation of her torture.
He had trained her to respond exactly that way, and he was    
pleased to see the training had worked so well. Cindy knew she
was in for some serious punishment, and it was not likely to be
much fun, except at first, but still her body had been
conditioned to get sexually stimulated.


        The stockade had been built with a slightly shorter woman
in mind, and so Cindy's body was bent way over, forcing her ass
to stick up high in the air. Her skirt rode up in the back and

fell downward in front, so her ass was exposed, and David now saw
that she wore a pair of tight latex panties underneath.

        He left Cindy to brood over her coming punishment and    
went back over to his new slave. She sensed his presence and     
began to gurgle, trying to get his attention. Perhaps she wanted

to beg, already. David half hoped she did, and half hoped not.
When she finally gave in, it would be an incredible rush, but the
stronger she was and the longer she held out, the sweeter it   
would be when she finally surrendered. 

        The tube that Cindy had left was still attached to the
large enema bag, and was still inserted down the girl's throat,
though the contents had emptied completely while he had been   
dealing with Cindy. 
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He quickly began to withdraw the tube, pulling it out of
her mouth, and the girl immediately began to scream so he
replaced the push bar in her penis gag. Next he untied her hair
from the ring above her head and let it fall all around her   
leather covered head. He pressed a button on his wonderful remote
and the hanging ring retracted up toward the ceiling out of the
way. The girl sensed her new freedom ad to thrash in pain as her movements aggravated
the spiked dildo inside her.

        After that, she soon calmed down to a seething,50


smoldering anger, rather than a violent, thrashing one.

        David watched the show with delight, smiling and laughing
all the time, then decided it was time to get on with the show.  

"Well, my fiery little plaything... has your night with
my friend here," David placed a hand on the pole, indicating IT 
his 'friend', "changed your mind about wanting to cum for
your master?"

        The girl hesitated for just a second, and David thought
he would burst from satisfaction. But then she shook her head   
back and forth, looking right into his eyes. His smile grew even
wider then, glad that he had not had broken her. Her hesitation
proved she had considered it. Her body must be screaming out to

cum, he knew, and she would soon give in, once he showed her how
wonderful submission could be.

And toward that end, he moved back toward Cindy, who was
waiting patiently for the horrors that would soon be visited upon


her. He walked around her body, drinking in her tall, sleek,
shapely form. As long as she had been his, he never got tired of
looking at her incredibly perfect body. He touched her ass, a    
gentle caress over her uncovered buttock, and she shivered in  
both fear and pleasure. He had conditioned her body to respond to
his touch with the greatest of ease, and he knew he could drive
her wild with only the smallest of touches. 

        David went to the wall and took down a HUGE metal dildo.
Cindy could not see it with her head bound, but the new girl
could, and her eyes widened in surprise. The dildo he held was 
actually a vibrator, and it was almost 2 inches thick and 11 
inches long. At the very very bottom of the dildo were three    
small metal alligator clips sticking out the sides. He walked  
around behind Cindy's upthrust ass and caressed her some more  
while looking at his new slave. She, in turn, watched him with  
rapt attention, wondering what he was going to do to this poor
slave of his.

        David could see the new girl was not at all afraid, nor  1


did she pity Cindy, who had tormenter her mere moments ago. What
he saw in his new slave's eyes was lust, pure and simple. He had
been right earlier when he thought she was a torturer, too. She
was getting turned on watching Cindy get punished, and that's
exactly what David had been counting on.

        He reached over to the side of Cindy's panties where a
metal snap was located and unsnapped it. There was a snap on each
side, and with them, he could take the panties completely off,  
but for his purposes now, he unsnapped only one side and peeled
the panties away as far as they would go exposing tples
girl's pussy and ass-hole.

        He slid two fingers into her pussy immediately, and found,

as he expected, that she was dripping wet. He played with her

with his two fingers for a while, then added a third, and teased
her until she let out a shuddering gasp. Then he stopped.     

Now that Cindy was properly warmed up, he began to slide
the massive dildo into her pussy. It was easy, at first, but the3


struggled again, but it was more of a token effort, David could 
tell. She was beginning to give in. Watching Cindy suffer while 

being aroused and teased was getting to be too much for the fiery
little toy. 

When Cindy's struggles began to slow, he walked back over
behind her and attached a second alligator clip to her other cunt
lip and she once again went into wild convulsions. By now, tears 
were streaming down her face and she was begging and pleading for
mercy from her master. David, of course, gave her none as he   
walked back around to fondle his new prize some more. 

As moments wore on, he grew more firm in his pinches and
twists and her nipples and she grunted and groaned a few times,   
but still kept her eyes fixed on the amazon brunette bound and
suffering in front of her. David could only smile, but he 
refrained from laughing now for fear it would break the mood.

After a while, Cindy's struggles slowed again as she grew
accustomed to the sharp squeezing on her swollen sensitive pussy


lips, and David walked back around behind her and spoke to her 
softly, so she had to stop crying and strain to hear him. 

        "Slave, there's one clamp left. Can you guess where it
goes?" David put his hand on the alligator clip and open it wide,
holding it over the girl's clit which now pointed downward
swollen, sticking out obscenely from her body.

        "NOOOOOOOO! Please, NO, Master! Don't! I'm sorry about   
the vase! Oh, God, PLEASE DON'T!!!" Cindy was screaming in terror.
She could feel the cold metal touch her clit a little as she
thrashed so hard against the stocks that the whole device shook.
But that was nothing compared to what happened when David let go
of the clip.

        Cindy gasped in a breath and held it for a second as the
pain reached her brain, then let it out in a long, drawn out 
scream of pure agony. When she ran out of air, she breathed in
deeply and screamed again. Shed against her wooden bonds
so hard, her latex gloves and boots tore and her wrists bled. As4


she screamed a fourth time in her continuous agonizing pain, her

scream slowly died and her head dropped as she passed out.

David was angry at her for trying to escape her torture
that way, and he was not going to stand for it. He walked over to
a cabinet near the door and picked up a jar of tiny capsules,
like pills. He took one out, walked over in front of Cindy and
held a capsule under her nose. As he broke it open, her head
jerked back and her eyes opened. She groaned and screamed again,
awake as ever.

        David waited for her to calm down a little, then lifted 
her face with two fingers on her chin.

"Slave, you better do everything you can to stay awake,
because if you pass out again, I'm going to wake you up by
ripping that dildo right out of you, and I'm not going to open
those alligator clips first. Got it?"

        Cindy's eyes opened wide and tears streamed down her face.


Her voice was hoarse and weak, "Y-yes, S-sir. I'll try to be good.
I p-promise." She moaned in pain again, and David let her head
drop.
   
        He walked back to the wall and took down another large   
metal vibrator, this one not quite as big as the first. He took a
jar of Vaseline from the table where Cindy had been using it  
before and coated the dildo from top to bottom in the slimy goo.
Then he went back to Cindy and inserted the 8 inch long decide  
into her ass. 

As soon as he let go, her body's natural pressure began
pushing the dildo out, but he was prepared for this, and he
pulled her panties back up and snapped them closed, thus holding
the anal dildo in place.

        The panties were tight, and press harshly against her 
pussy, aggravating the slips there and Cindy moaned and screamed
a little in pain as he closed them.
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        He stepped back around behind his new slave.

        "So, slave... what do you think of Cindy, hmmm? I can
tell you like watching her suffer."

        The spitfire blond made no response, and seemed not even 
to hear for a second as her eyes were focused on Cindy. Then
turned back and tried to look at David and glared at him
defiantly. But David could see some of her resistance was wearing
down.

   He pointed his remote at Cindy and pressed a button, and
the slave girl screamed as both vibrators came to life inside her.
In only seconds, she was gyrating her hips and gasping for air. 
The blonde girl watched carefully and looked about to cry with
frustration.

        David looked over at Cindy, "Slave! Remember the first  
rule. Don't you DARE cum without permission."

Cindy's eyes went wide, "But, Master, Please! I can't...
how can I not cum like this? Please, Sir!"

        David was without mercy. "Every time you cum, Slave,
those dildo's are programmed to sense it and give you and
electric shock. So if I were you, I'd avoid cumming if at all   
possible. Haha!"

        Cindy gasped in ecstasy, and her eyes widened in terror. 
She focused her eyes ahead of her and tried to focus her mind to
avoid orgasm. Her master had done similar torments to her in the
past, and she could hold off cumming for a while. He had traine
her well, but eventually, she knew her body would give in. And    
each time she came would drain her energy, rob her of
concentration, so it would be harder to resist the next time. 

David watched Cindy squirm and try desperately to control
her body, and then turned his attentions to his new toy who was
watching Cindy with an almost hypnotized expression. She looked
like someone who hadn't had water in a week suddenly seeing an6


oasis just out of reach.

David reached up and removed the girl's gag, and then
began to fondle her hard, sensitive nipples once again.     

        The girl opened and closed her mouth, wiggling her jaw,
trying to ease the ache, and then she turned around to look at
David, then back at Cindy. He knew she wanted to cum so bad, she
could taste it. His fingers toyed with her growing slowly more  
firm and violent, and she gasped every so often in pain or
pleasure or both. 

        He saw a flood of juice begin to pour down Cindy's legs
and then a moment later, a small thin line down his new slave's
leg.

    She looked back and forth from Cindy to David, and then  
Cindy came. At first, her head jerked up, eyes open wide, her  
back arched, and her ass stuck straight up into the air as she 
screamed in purest sensual pleasure... he screams were cut off7


satisfied. 

"That is not the way to properly address you master, 
SLAVE!"

was furious, but she needed to cum, and they  
both knew it. It was just at that moment that Cindy began to cum
a second time, and the new girl's face fell as the sounds of t
slave girl's cries filled the dungeon. David could not have   
planned it better if he had tried.

The new girl still did not look at him, and she moaned in
frustration once again "Oooooh!", then, more very quietly and  
without the sneer, "Please let me cum, Sir."
    
    "I can't hear you, Slave! Look at me when I'm talking to
you." David's voice grew slightly angry now, as if disciplining a
child.

        The blonde girl closed her eyes, and her head fell. The8


she turned toward him and looked him right in the eyes. As her
pure deep violet eyes met his crystal blue ones, he could see the
rage, the pride, and the resistance all crumble. She spoke, as a
slave should, completely submissive.

"Please let me cum... M-", She stopped, unable to say it.
David waited and just looked into her eyes, until she finally   
broke down.

        "Please let me cum, Master." The instant she said it she
turned away again.

        "Very good, slave. Now, just as I promised, you may cum."


He walked around behind her again and reached one hand up
to play with her nipples while the other hand roamed downward to 
find her out-thrust clitoris. He grabbed the tiny bud between his
pinky and ring finger, pinching it tightly and then quickly but
gently rubbing the top of the sensitive nub with his middle    


finger.

        In only a few seconds, she screamed in blissful orgasm, 
and his finger moved faster keeping her cumming for what seemed
like hours. The girl thrashed in her bonds, her back arched, and
rivers of her juices flowed down her legs forming tiny puddles on
the floor.

When she finally came down, moments later, her face
turned bright red, not just from the exertion. David walked     
around in front of her again, but she could not look at him, and
hung her head in shame, looking only at the floor, beaten.

David ordered her, immediately, to look at him, and when
she did not move, he lifted up his remote. He pressed a button,
and the spiked dildo which had been iml bat wings with a
horn on either side. She opened her mouth to speak and there were
razor sharp fangs. Her violet eyes glowed with rage.

"NOW, mortal, I shall show you TRUE power!", Her voice
vibrated with energy and the next thing David knew, there was a
scream, as Cindy orgasmed yet again, then screamed in pain and
terror.
 
CHAPTER 9
 A Deal?
60


        Serena was free, at last, her powers returned to her in
full. But, she was weak. Oh, so weak, she was afraid she would
drop to the floor at any second. She had gone far too long    
without feeding and this human before her had drained so much of
her energies. As she transformed herself, she could see the  
terror in the human's eyes. David was his name. She could tell,
now that she could see into his mind. With her powers restored,
his every thought was wide open to her.

        While he stood dumbstruck, she grew her long, frail-     
seeming bat-wings, stretching off to either side of her like a
cloak of darkness. She opened her mouth and bared her razor sharp
fangs. Her eyes, normally a vivid violet, were now blood red with
fury. Two tiny horns, only half an inch high, and dull-tipped  
poked out of her forehead. On the tips of her fingers, her nails
grew into tiny, razor-sharp claws.

Serena reached forward with just one hand and grasped
David around the throat, gripping tightly, then began to lift him
up off the ground.


        David was so stunned, he did not move until she touched
him, then his reflexes kicked in. It took every ounce of Serena's
remaining strength to lift him up as his big strong hands wrapped
around her much smaller arm. His fingers reached all the way
around her tiny wrist, but he was unable to free himself as he 
gasped for breath. Serena knew she could kill him in a second. 
And for a moment, she thought she would have to. She didn't have
the strength to hold him for long. Her display of her true form
had shocked him for a moment, but her grip was weakening, and she
realized if she did not kill him, she could end up his helpless
victim again. She would not allow that, even if it meant that he 
must die before she took her revenge.

        She didn't want to kill him, though. She wanted revenge.
She wanted to drink in every moment of his fear, humiliation,
pain, and pleasure. She wanted to feast on his soul for years and
years, and make him suffer eternal torment for what he had done
to her. She had never had a victim last more than a few days, but
she knew other creatures of the dark who had done it. She knew of1


mortal victims who were kept alive for hundreds of years, bound
to their undead masters or mistresses. There were always ways  
where demonic magic was concerned.

        She began to squeeze at his throat while she thought. It
would take only an instant to slash his throat with her claws...
if that's what she wanted. It was right at that moment that Cindy
screamed once again. Serena's attention was drawn to the scream 
instantly, and as her mind touched the mind of the poor helpless
slave girl, Serena smiled from ear to ear. Energy... sexual
energy flooded her body from the amazon's torment. Cindy knew  
something was going on, though she couldn't see David or Serena 
past the wooden board of the stockade. The girl sensed something
wrong, but she was too busy trying desperately not to cum to
worry about whatever might be happening back there.

        The girl's torment was a wash of energy of Serena, and   
though it wasn't much in her weakened condition, it was more than
enough. David was still clawing at her arm, but even his massive 
muscles were no use against her power now. She felt his terror as


he looked around and watched the walls of the dungeon fall away
into smoky red space. The walls simply tipped outward, and beyond
there was a swirling red void of glowing, smoke-filled ember.

erena's voice was still soft and feminine, delicate as 
the flower she appeared to be, "Your dungeon is all very nice,  
little man. But it's not set up for the kinds of things I'm going
to do to you."

        The floor fell away, and Serena released David.    
Immediately he began to fall into the endless, featureless void.
The dungeon itself vanished into the mists, and Cindy (along with
her stockade) fell off in a different direction to vanish.

        Serena had sent Cindy to a small pocket dimension for now.
She would retrieve the girl later and use her at her leisure.
Right now, she wanted to make David pay. 

        As David fell, Serena spread her wings and flapped,     
letting her ride the air while he screamed and fell in utter     2


panic. She dove downward toward him and laughed as he thrashed 
about in the air. She spun circles around him, taunting him.     

"What's wrong, MASTER?" She made the last word into a
sarcastic sneer. "Was this pretty little slave girl too much for
you! HAHahaha!"

        She let him fall through the empty redness for a few more
minutes, until he seemed to calm down a bit, then suddenly he hit
something. There was no floor to be seen, but David came to a
sudden stop. He had been falling fast, but here, Serena was     
absolute mistress of everything, and the fall did not injure him 
at all. This was Serena's own private pocket of Hell, and she
would show David every pleasure it had to offer. She smiled
inwardly to herself as she thought of what to do to him.

        She came to a stop next to him, and when she landed, he
noticed instantly that her clothes had changed. She was no longer
wearing the black bodysuit which had been torn, beaten and worn-
out after her ordeal in his dungeon. Serena had searched David's3


every move she made reminded David of what he had seen in her the
first time he laid eyes on her: Power. Now he knew why she had
seemed so much stronger than any woman he had ever tortured. She
was!    

        David slowly got himself up on his feet to face her. He
had regained some of his composure, now, and he wasn't prepared
to give in without a fight... now matter WHAT this woman was!    

        He was still decked out in his leather hood, G-string,
and straps ensemble and he tried to flex his muscles imposingly

as he spoke, "All right, bitch! I don't know what you are, but  
I'm gonna put you back into some nice chains and teach you a REAL
lesson, this time!"

His voice cracked towards the end, when he saw she wasn't
impressed. Serena waved a hand motioning behind him without    
speaking, and he heard something creaking like metal on metal.   

        Slowly, distrustful, David turned his head without moving4


his body. Behind him was a monstrous device such as he had never 
imagined. It was all cold studded jagged metal. Sharp edges   
everywhere. Sharp enough to cut flesh. The device looked
basically like a chair, but was very different from any chair
David had ever seen.

        The back of the chair was tilted backward at about a 45
degree angle, and the seat of the chair was only about 12 inch
long. After that, there were two leg pieces which jutted out from
the device in an upside-down V-shape off to either side. The  
whole thing was held up by a series of metal bars which did not
seem strong enough to support it, but did, nevertheless.

        He looked back at Serena only to find she was gone. He
looked around and could not see her anywhere.

        Suddenly, with no sound or warning of any kind, David was
grabbed from behind by hands that were almost as strong as they
were incongruously soft. He found himself being yanked off the
ground and gasped in terror as his back hit the back of the


"chair."

        He even let out a scream as Serena held his arms back

behind him. She bent his arms way back, aiming straight down 
behind the seat of the chair. The whole thing was only about 1
foot wide, and David was far wider, so his arms easily reached
around the back of the device.

        She attached thick, heavy chains to his arms, ironically 
using his own leather straps to secure the chains, and affixed
his arms so that they were locked flush together and pointing  

straight downward. 

Serena's hand wandered around him and ran over his broad,
powerful, naked chest. His chest hair ruffled nicely under her
gentle touch. He was not too hairy, but had just enough chest
hair to provide a light covering.

        David was now secured to the chair, but his feet were 
still on the floor in between the two V-shaped leg pieces. Serena5


quickly remedied this by walking around one side, and one leg at
a time, securing his legs to the upside down V's with heavy
black-metallic chains. The leg pieces were adjustable, and she
pulled his legs as wide as possible, then gave his ass a slight
push to lift him onto the tiny, one-inch seat. The tops of the v-
shaped legrests cut sharply into the back of David's knees and he
began to struggle against his bonds. Doing so, of course, only
made the chains bite and pinch into his flesh.

        David was scared now, and his fear was her nourishment.
Now that he was in her realm, every ounce of fear, humiliation,
terror, pain, pleasure, horror,  and agony would be hers to savor.


        She leaned forward and secured a chain around David's 
chest, just to keep him a little more immobile, and as she leaned
in close to his masked face, she whispered seductively, "You're
all mine, now. I'm going to suck you dry, little boy. And not the
way you hope."



        David was more scared than he had ever been. He was a   
torturer and this was NOT his idea of fun. Being helpless  
terrified him, and being helpless before this creature, whatever
she was, was even worse. He must be dreaming, he thought.

        "Oh, it's no dream, my little boytoy. It's a nightmare." 

        She held something in her hands and he saw it was some
kind of wadded black cloth. "Remember this?"

        David's eyes were wide with fear as he looked. It was the
bodysuit she had been wearing before. It looked like a dust rag   
now, covered in her sweat and blood and juices.

"Open wide, David."

        She sensed the thought fo through his head. She knows my
name!

Serena watched as he closed his mouth, clamping his jaw6


shut.   

        "Now, now, that just won't do. If you're going to serve 
me for all eternity, you better learn how to follow orders." She
giggled. Serena's voice was playful now. She was going to enjoy
this so much. She was almost giddy with relief at finally being 
free. It was true what the mortals said. 'The hungrier you are,
the tastier the meal.'

She reached out with one hand and grabbed his jaw,
squeezing with all her supernatural might, and he groaned in     
agony as his mouth slowly opened. She began slowly stuffing the
crumpled bodysuit into his mouth, forcing it in against his
tongue as he tried in vain to push it back out.

Once the bodysuit was all in, she pushed up on his chin
to close his jaw and then closed the zipper over his mouth.     
     
   "How nice of you to make things easier on me with that
lovely mask."


     
   David replied by yanking at his chains and uttering a
sharp, "MMmmuuuummmph!" 

        Serena let herself stand up straight, since she had been
leaning over him from between his legs. She now took a step back
and examined his crotch. "Now, let's see what we have here."   

She grabbed the leather G-string with a couple of fingers
from both hands and yanked. He screamed as the leather tore away
from his body with no small amount of force.

        His cock was completely limp now, terrified as he was. He
was still maybe an inch and a half long, she guessed. She
imagined when he was fully erect, he would get to about 7 or 8
inches. 

"What's wrong, Master? Not having fun any more? Well,
we'll soon fix that."


She walked around this little monster, I'll
let you go. Does that sound fair? What have you got to lose?"

sensed in his mind that he already knew what he had  

to lose. If he agreed to the bet and lost, it would double his
humiliation. Not that getting a hard-on from being raped in the 
ass by that horror wouldn't be humiliating. She was trying to


make it worse, milk him for all he was worth. He knew, too, that
if he refused to take the deal, she would rape him anyway. He
decided the only way to win was to accept and do everything he 
could not to get hard. He figured it would be easy. It usually   
took women hours to get wet from that monstrous thing, after all.
Only after the pain had faded. Maybe if she was concentrating on
getting him hard, she wouldn't hurt him as much.

        David nodded to her, and uttered a groan behind his
stuffed mouth. "Mmm-mmmm."

        "Oh, goody. I just love a good bet. Oh, one more thing I
forgot to mention. If you fail, and you DO get hard... well, I'm

going to keep you here for all eternity and never let you cum    
again." 

David groaned in fear and tried to focus his mind. The 
damned bitch was changing the rules as she went along. He knew he
was in real trouble.
8


        Serena stood between his legs now, and the dildo was at 
just the right height to enter him, but she slid slowly downward
onto her knees first.

        David strained to lean forward and see what she was doing.
"MMMMMMmmfff! Mmmmf!"

Serena stood back up. "Don't worry, dear. I'm just going
to give you a little lubrication. Don't want this thing tearing
out your guts.... yet."   

She kneeled back down and David relaxed. Maybe this     
wasn't so bad after all.

        Serena slid her tongue out of her mouth, dabbing great
gobs of saliva all over his ass hole. She made slow, probing
motions, forcing his ass-hole wider, and probing her tongue   

deeper. David was fastidiously clean, she knew, so she had
nothing to fear from the more disgusting human activities.

he slithered her tongue in and out of his ass, her    
tongue as soft as velvet, and strong as iron, and ever so slowly,
David's cock grew.   

When he realized what was happening, he moaned loudly     
into his gag in protest. "MMMMMMMMFFFHHHH!  GGMMMMMM!!"

Her moans only drove Serena into more daring maneuvers  
forcing her tongue deeper inside him, getting his sphincter    
muscles soft and pliant and open for what was to come. She filled
his inside with as much saliva as her demoness' mouth could
produce. She want him nice and slick so the dildo would hurt like
Hell (literally) but not damage him in any way. She was going to
keep him in perfect health to suffer forever.

        Finally, when David's cock was rock-hard, and a full 8
inches long, she stood and placed the end of the massive cock
against his ass-hole.

She looked straight into his eyes, and he shivered in9


        She thrust forward quickly again, then back again, and   
his screams were deafening. His cock remained hard as a rock,
though, just as she knew it would.

        "Look, SLAVE! I won the bet. Looks like you don't get to
cum again. EVER!" She thrust her hips forward and backward, again
and again, and David's screamed and thrashed around as if he had
gone completely mad. Serena could see his thoughts, and there
were none there, save the base instincts of an animal. 

        And as the first tears began to flow down his face, she  
yanked the dildo out of his ass one last time and walked around 
to his side and began to lick them off his leather-covered face.

To her, they were the sweetest nectar of life she had 
ever tasted. 

CHAPTER 10
 Games Slaves Play 70


Cindy was in agony. She squirmed in the stockade,     
terrified, completely unaware of what strange place she had been
brought to. Her last view of her Master, the center of her
universe had been one of him falling in terror, completely in the
power of his new slave. Her mind could not hold onto the image  
for fear of shattering.

        Her latex-covered form wiggled and squirmed as the   
vibrators inside her did their work, forcing her to orgasm again
and again, only to feel horrible agony as the electric shocks
shot through her like a freight train.

        She was completely alone now, and all around her was a  
glowing, smoky, red mist. There was not even a floor, so far as
she could see, yet she did not feel as though she were falling
any more.   

She was getting tired, but she knew she would not pass
out for many hours yet. David had forced her to exercise


regularly, and keep in perfect shape. That, and his constant
torments allowed her to build up a very high endurance for pain
and suffering. Her own body betrayed her by being strong enough 
to take all the punishment David could dish out.

        She wondered what was happening to him. As horrible as he
was to her, she was his, and she could not conceive of not being
his. He had broken her mind so thoroughly that she could not even
imagine anything more powerful than her Master. If he was being
harmed in some way, it must suit his plans. He must have a reason
for it... for bringing them to this place and allowing his new

slave to get free.

Herr thoughts became fragmented as she orgasmed once  
again and the shocks tore through her like razors. She screamed
into the emptiness. Tears streamed down her face, and when the
orgasm passed, the new slave was standing directly in front of
her.
    
        She looked up, into the eyes of this tiny woman who was1


now free. Cindy was silent, knowing her master would tell her
anything he felt she needed to know.

        The woman was dressed differently, now then she had been.
The master must have changed her clothes. Cindy squirmed as the
new slave's gaze wandered over her body. She could almost feel   
those violet eyes burning her flesh everywhere they looked and  
she was sure she didn't like it.

        The woman walked right up to Cindy, right up to her face,
held immobile in the stockade, so Cindy was staring right at the
new slave's red leather bikini bottoms. The woman reached down
and lifted Cindy's face upward by the chin with one delicate but
strong finger.

        "Poor little thing," the new slave's voice was soft, but
strong. She sounded sincere to Cindy, sincerely feeling pity for
the girl's terrible situation.

"David has done a wonderful job on you, my dear. The   2


energy from that gorgeous flesh of yours could feed me for months,
easily, before you became a shriveled useless husk."

Cindy wasn't sure what the woman was talking about, but  
she certainly didn't sound like a slave. Where was her master? 
Was this some kind of test?

        "I was considering letting you go. After all, innocents
like you usually leave a bad taste in my mouth, and after all
it's David I really want. But... then again, you did violate my  
immortal body. And you have such a huge supply of sexual energy.
I can't pass it up, I'm afraid. You shall have to be mine for all
eternity." 

Cindy was really confused now, but the last line became
clear to her after a moment. She was shocked, that this slave   
would DARE to challenge the authority of her master! She
obviously thought she could just take Cindy, but Cindy knew her
master would never accept such an idea. This new slave must be
either very foolish, or else aching for a punishment that made


Cindy cringe just to think about it.

"Get away from me! My Master does not like others
touching his property!", Cindy was breathless from the dildo's 
inside her, but her voice was fairly steady.

The new slave looked down at her, bright violet eyes
meeting liquid brown. "Your master has no power here, dear. And I
will treat you far better than he ever did."

        The petite blonde waved a hand, and suddenly, the
surroundings changed. Suddenly, they were in a dungeon, of sorts,
though not like any dungeon Cindy had ever seen. It seemed like
some kind of natural cave, deep underground, and even the sounds
were muffled and echoed. Stalagmites and Stalactites grew from 
floor to ceiling and darkness filled the room. The only light
came from a blazing fire in the center of the room, and the only
furniture was the stockade in which Cindy was trapped. Cindy   
could not recall, as she looked around, why she thought of th
place as a dungeon, for there were certainly no torture devices3


here. None that she could see, at least. But there was just
something about the atmosphere that made her think that horrible
torments had been and still were carried out here. As she watched,
she could almost see the walls moving, just out of the corner of
her eyes, but when she turned to look, everything was the same.

Cindy stared in terror at the woman in red, and for the
first time in months, she began to question the power of her     
Master.

 "W-what are you?" 

        "You will call me 'Mistress', little mortal girl."     

        Cindy turned away, looking down at the floor. Call her
'Mistress?' But, her Master would surely never approve. Where was
he, anyway? Why wasn't he here? She was not used to making
decisions without him.

        The vibrators inside her made her cum just then, and she


had not been prepared for it, so she screamed with terrible
intensity, and jerked against the heavy wooden bonds which held 
her, hurting her wrists and ankles.

        The woman in red stood and watched her and she KNEW now
she really didn't like those eyes burning into her flesh, but she
was helpless to stop it.

        After the orgasm faded, she looked up at the woman who
wished to be called 'Mistress' and saw she was holding something
shiny. In her hands was a large, thick black shiny collar made of
some patent material, perhaps. It looked like liquid, it was so
reflective, and Cindy thought immediately of oil, though it
seemed solid enough. It was intricately carved in strange,
disturbing patterns that were barely visible on it's all-black
surface.

        "Listen carefully, mortal girl, I will not repeat this.
This collar is a powerful artifact from among the lower planes.
That's the lower planes of Hell, in case you hadn't figured it  4


out, yet."

        Cindy's eyes went wide, "A-am I dead?" She swallowed hard
and then shivered as the dildo's inside her teased her with their
vibrations. 

        "No, dear. If you were dead, you would not be of any use
to me. Now keep silent while your Mistress speaks. As I was
saying, this collar is a powerful artifact. Once you put it on,
it will bind your soul forever to mine. It cannot be removed, and
once you place it around your neck, you belong to me, body and   

soul, for all eternity. But, it must be placed around your neck
by YOU and only you. I cannot do it for you. I have two of these
collars, one for you and one for that snivelling worm you call a
Master."

"Do not speak about him that way, or he will make you
wish you'd never been spawned! Whatever you are." Cindy's voice
was firm at the beginning, but less so at the end when she     
considered what this creature must be.


"Very well, dear. It is time you learned who owns you now.
Don't fear, pretty one. You shall find me a much more pleasant   
owner than your last."

Without another word, the woman walked around Cindy,
behind her and out of view. She felt the snaps on her latex     
panties being opened, and the panties removed, then she felt the
torture dildo in her ass slowly sliding out of her.

        Next, the alligator clips on her pussy lips and clitoris
were removed and she wailed like a banshee as the blood rushed 

back into her tender flesh, 'causing terrible itching and pain. 
But as the dildo was pulled out of her, her screams soon became 
sighs of relief... and then anticipation of what was to come next.


        The lady in red walked back around in front of her, and

without warning, the stockade vanished without a sound. Cindy,
unprepared fell flat to the ground in her tight French Maid's5


costume. Without orders, she was uncertain whether or not she
should get up. Nothing like this had ever happened before,
without her Master present to tell her what to do, and so she 

offered no resistance when the tiny blonde grabbed her hair and
pulled her to a standing position.

        Cindy thought of fighting. Perhaps she could overcome the
much shorter blonde girl. Certainly, from all outward appearances,
Cindy should have no trouble, being much larger and stronger than
the girl. But she didn't know what to do. Maybe she should order
the girl to tell her where her Master was? But that didn't seem,
right, either. In the end, Cindy's submissive training kicked in,
and she meekly went along with what was done to her.

        As she came to her feet, she saw something that had not   
been there before. Off the one side of the cave was a large shiny
chrome chair. It reminded Cindy of some kind of science fiction
version of an electric chair and she trembled at the sight of it.




        The Mistress (as Cindy now thought of her) led her over
to the chair and pressed her down into it, then buckled straps
attached to the chair all around Cindy's body. There seemed to be
no end to the straps, as the Mistress buckled them around her  
forehead, neck, upper arms, lowers arms, wrists, chest just below
her breasts, stomach, upper legs, lower legs, and finally ankles,
leavingin a comfortable enough sitting position, but
completely unable to move even so much as to turn her head.

        Each strap was pulled tight enough to crush Cindy flush 
against the chair, and she focused closely on the woman in red, 
eyes opened wide in fear.

Cindy looked down at herself and saw, on the thick metal
arm of the chair, just where her hand was, there was a small   

button inset into the metal, just where she could push it.

        When she looked up again, she gasped in horror! There,   
sitting directly in front of her, only a few feet away, was her
Master. He sat in a chair identical to hers, and just like her,6


he was strapped in at every conceivable point. He still wore his

torturer outfit that he always wore when he was in the worst kind
of moods, except his G-string was gone, she noticed, and his cock
was strapped down to the seat of the chair. He was hard as a rock,
and his cock pointed straight ahead of him, right at Cindy, and  
three tiny leather squeezed it firmly against the seat of the    
cold metal chair. Cindy could see that the strap furthest from
her, and thus furthest down toward the base of her Master's cock
was pulled crushingly tight. She wondered if he would be able to
cum with thesealing off his cock like that.

        "Master! Master, please, what's going on?"

Her master did not answer her, and she noticed the zipper
on his leather hood was closed. Something which he had never done

before.

 Cindy looked at the Mistress, who was standing between
the two of them and slightly off to one side. The petite blonde
woman walked over and placed a hand on David's head.


        "As you can see, little mortal girl. Your Master belongs 
to me now, just as you do. If you will agree to serve me and give
me your life energy forever, I will place you above him in my     
service. He will be under your complete control, just as you both
will be under mine."

        Cindy wasn't able to comprehend fully what the woman was
talking about. Her months of torture had beaten out of her even 
the slightest thought of escape, much less ruler over her master.


"W-what? W-what are you t-talking about?"

        "Never mind. I'll simply have to show you."

The Mistress stood back as Cindy felt something happen
beneath her. A small hole opened up in the bottom of her seat,
and she could see by her Master's movements that the same thing
had happened to him. As she sat and waited, something pressed7


against her ass-hole. It was cold and hard, metal. It felt very
much like the vibrator that had just been removed, except this  
one was much larger and thicker.

        The cold sent a shiver through her body, and she heard a 
coarse male scream. She looked up to see her master squirming and
struggling against his bonds as his anus was penetrated by a
giant dildo just like the one being forced up into her. Her mind
spun with the shock. Her master was being tortured! Just like her.
What was going on here? He's no slave. He's my Master. This is   
wrong.

  But some small part of her mind began to see things more
clearly. If this was possible, than why not more. And some deeply
hidden part of herself was taking a strange sort of pleasure in
watching her Master squirm and hearing him scream in frustration.


        The Mistress stood by, watching mostly David, as he put
on such a show. When the dildo's were deeply implanted, perhaps


10 inches up inside their two victims, they began to vibrate   
softly.

The dildo's were VERY thick, and stretched their anus's
to the limit. Of course, Cindy's ass had been lubricated before,
but she did not know if her Master's had been. In any case, the  
dildo's stretched out their inside and the vibrations travelled
though Cindy's body like wildfire. The vibration was slow, but  
very very powerful, and she could almost feel her teeth shaking.  
It seemed like her whole body was shaking with pleasure and every
nerve ending was a direct line to her pussy.

It was only seconds before she orgasmed and then the pain
hit her. It was not like the shocks from before. The pain didn't 
center from the dildo like when she had been electrocuted by   
David's torment. This time, it came through the chair, from all  
around. A burning cold, as if her very soul was aflame. She felt
the chill deep within her mind. When she had been shocked, it
fragmented her thoughts and 'caused her body to spasm, but not so
with this new pain. Her mind was completely clear throughout, and8


her movements were her own. And she screamed in such agony as she
had never felt, even as a victim of David Hanes.

It ended in only a few seconds, but she was drenched in
sweat. Her whole body hung limp in her bonds and yet the 
vibrations took hold oonce again, bringing her quickly back
up towards another orgasm. She wanted to pass out, tear off her
own arms to get loose. But it was hopeless. David had given her a
perfect body, and it could stand all this pain for hours yet to 
come before she passed out. She knew it to be true.

As she sat, she looked at her Master. He was sitting,
trying to remain calm, as the dildo did it's work on him. She    
knew her Master was not gay, but his cock seemed ever harder now
then before, and as she watched, he twitched and jerked his whole
body as he came. His cock jerked against the straps, but didn't
move, and no liquid spurt forth from him. She had been right    
about that last strap. She saw in his eyes that his orgasm was
almost as agonizing as her. 
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        The Mistress has stood and watched all of this, and now  
that they had both cum, she spoke.

"Now that you both know what you're up against, let me 
explain the rules of this little game. You two little mortal
playthings each have a button on the arms of your chairs. In case
you're wondering what the buttons do, you'll have to figure that

out for yourselves. But... sooner or later, one of you is going  
to pass out from pain. Whoever does is going to suffer like never
before. And the one who stays awake longer will get a reward."

The Mistress licked her lips, leaving little doubt what

the reward would be.

        "Let the games begin," she said in a playful voice and   
stepped back to sit in a small black throne-like chair that Cindy
had not noticed before. Or had it even been there before? Things
in this place seemed to change without warning, and she could be
certain of nothing. 

Except one thing... at all costs, she wanted to avoid  
horrible pain again. She concentrated on fighting off the
building orgasm, but she failed miserably and as the pain washed
over her again, she felt a stabbing pain in the center of her 
mind. Images flashed in her head of her body, strapped to this
chair with steam rising from it and the Mistress standing over   
her breathing it in like life.

        Her screams were deafening, even to her, and when it     
finally stopped, after only a second, she began sobbing
hysterically.

        As she fought to calm herself, some part of her realized
that she wanted to win this fight. If this was just the game,
what must the penalty for losing be like?

        She looked up at her Master knowing that he would soon  
cum once again and she noticed he had his finger pressing firmly
against the button on his chair. She fingered her button and
pressed it a couple of times, but nothing much seemed to happen.80


        She look at him in puzzlement and he stared back with 
terrifying confidence. She shivered at his merest gaze, then with
shock as he began to cum. But this time was different. 

        As he began to cum, she felt the agony hit her once again.
She was not cumming, so what was going on? She screamed first in
surprise and then in primal agony. He body thrashed like an
animal against her bonds. She heard something snap and she though
it might have been her wrist, but she couldn't feel it.

Cindy sobbed hysterically. She couldn't think, but she
knew she must. The vibrator in her tender ass-hole was driving  
her closer and closer to orgasm and she knew it. He had cum. Her
master had cum, or tried to anyway... and she had been punished
for it. Why?

        She shook as her orgasm began, and just as she reached  
it's peak, she knew. She pressed her to the button on her
armrest, and felt pure, sweet bliss and she came and came for   


what seemed like hours.

        Through the haze of her ecstasy, she heard a scream. And 

some part of her knew it was David, and she smiled, without
meaning to.

        She relaxed her body as she came down from her incredible
pleasure, and she knew what she had to do. So this was the 
contest. Whenever he came, she would feel pain, and whenever she 
did, he would get the pain. As long as sh held the button down,
her orgasms were her own.

        Cindy pressed her finger on the button as hard as she 
could and thought about the pleasure washing though her from    
those wonderful vibrations. She knew she would win now. David was
stronger, faster, better than her in every way. He was her Master,
and he owned her. But... there was one thing he could never do
better than her. And that was cum!

        She began to tighten her inner muscles around the dildo1


in her ass, letting it please her. She had to come before David,
and she knew she would have no trouble doing so. He was too into
control. Being forced to cum was humiliating for him, and Cindy 
knew it. It humiliated her a little, too, but she was used to it.


As the two of them raced to orgasm, Cindy quickly
overtook the game and came again and again, leaving David sweaty
and tired.

        In between her orgasms he cursed at her in mumbled words
spoken through his thick leather hood. What was she doing? She
was his. She couldn't do this to him. But then she realized that
she WAS doing it. He wasn't all powerful, as she had been made to
believe. She could not look him in the eye, but so she focused on
the one who had made this possible. The one who had showed her    
that she had power, even as a slave. She looked at her new owner
and Mistress.

And this time, when she came, looking at the beautiful 


petite blonde, with those violet eyes, her orgasm seemed to never
end, and David's screams went on and on, until finally they were

cut short by his sudden lack of consciousness.

Cindy's new Mistress stood up and walked over to her,
touching her gently on her tear-strained cheek, looking down into
her new slave's liquid brown eyes. Cindy felt the dildo begin to
slide slowly out of her ass.

Cindy looked up and spoke in a voice hoarse from
screaming in pleasure and pain, "Thank you, Mistress." And Cindy
wept.

 CHAPTER 11
 Forever One 

        Serena was smiling as she lay on a bed of fiery red silk.
Her captives were turning out wonderfully. Her thoughts filled
with playful dreams about how she would bind them forever to her
will. She couldn't remember the last time she was so full of  2


energy. and even if she had not already vowed to herself to keep 
these two mortals alive as punishment for what they had done to 
her, she would have wanted to save them anyway, she was sure.

They had been resting for a few hours, for Serena knew

they were still only mortal and not yet capable of too much
strenuous activity. She had to be careful with them until they  
wore the Collars. She had procured them from a powerful demon in
exchange for some rather unpleasant favors some years ago. The
pleasures the Succubi could produce were in great demand, even by
the most powerful denizens of Hell, though Serena tried to avoid
such unpleasant chores whenever possible. Still, the experience
would be worth it. With these two mortals alone she could feed
for an eternity. She had kept the Collars for many years seeking
just the right pair of mortals with energy enough and strength
enough to serve her needs. The irony was not lost on her, as she
thought of how these two particular mortals came to her attention.


        The thing to do next was decide which mortal she would


play with first. She had promised severe punishment to the loser
of the contest she had set up, and a fantastic reward to the   
winner. Of course, she had been fairly certain all along who 
would win or she would never have made such a promise. She could
see into the darkest recesses of those mortal minds and souls and
she knew very well which one of them was stronger. 

        She shifted dreamily on the silken sheets, and stretched,
arching her back, before finally getting up and deciding to work
first on Cindy. Once Cindy was hers, and had put on the Collar,  
she could use the girls help to break David's spirit once and for
all and get him to don the Collar.

        As Serena stood, a doorway appeared in mid-air, float
in the empty red misted space of her pocket dimension and she 
walked into the dark dungeon caves. There were two large black  
boxes made of some solid obsidian material there, each about 7    
feet long, 3 feet high, and 2 feet wide. The top two feet of each
box was made of what looked from the outside to be clear glass,
and inside the casings, Cindy and David slept, both now stripped3


naked.

        Serena looked over at David and admired his strong form
for a moment, then over to Cindy's lithe Amazonian body. She    
touched the "glass" and it melted away, vanishing like burned    
paper.

  Serena bent low and gently touched Cindy's soft sleeping 
cheek, running her fingers over the delicate mortal girl's flesh.


        Cindy stirred awake, and Serena felt her thoughts. First
confusion as she awoke, then fear.. then a strange sort of
acceptance washed over the girl as she looked into Serena's     
violet eyes. The girl was a true slave, Serena knew, and as such,
she was following whoever was the strongest. Which was of course,
Serena herself.

        "Sleep well, My pet?"



        Cindy lifted her head a bit and started to sit up, then
realized she hadn't been given permission, so she relaxed. She
did indeed feel refreshed and so she answered, "Yes, Mistress."

        Serena sensed some hesitation from the girl, still. She
still thought of David as her true master, but she know
recognized Serena as her mistress, too. The confusion inside
Cindy was almost tangible to Serena. But she would soon erase all
doubt who owned the girl.

Serena had kept her fingers lightly brushing the girl's
cheek and now she moved her hand downward and slowly wrapped her
hand around the slave girl's neck. With her one hand, she took
firm grasp of the frightened girl and began to lift her up to a
standing position.

        Cindy resisted instinctively at first, grasping Serena's
tiny wrist with both hands, but then after a moment, when her
struggles had no effect, she fell back into her submissive nature
and dropped her hands at her sides.4


        When Cindy was standing up straight, Serena pulled her
close and kissed her full on the lips, penetrating Cindy's mouth
with her tongue, then with unbelievable strength, she flung Cindy
backward through the air.

        The girl screamed as she flew across the cavern, hitting
a the wall with her back, and as she touched the wall it sprouted

dozens of stone-colored hands. Humanoid hands, but not the hands
of a mortal. The grey hands were distorted visions with elongated
fingers and strange bulky joints, and they sprung instantly from
the wall grasping Cindy in a spread-eagle holding her tight     
almost a foot off the ground.

        The hands around her wrists and ankles held tight, and a
few other did not move, either, to keep her completely immobile,
but other hands began to fondle her body, pinching and kneading 
her flesh, some gentle, some harsh and painful. Yet none of the
hands touched Cindy's vital areas yet. They carefully avoided her
nipples, her ass, and her pussy, concentrating on creating a


purely sensual arousal.

        Serena smiled as the girl squirmed and let out an
occasional gasp of pain as one of the hands hurt her in a
particularly sensitive spot. The girl was terrified at the
horrible vision, but also strangely excited and Serena drank in
both her fear and pleasure with equal relish.

        "I promised you a reward, little mortal girl, and this is
it." 

        Serena came forward, walking slowly towards the girl and

at the same time, her feet rising slowly off the ground, as if
she were walking up invisible stairs. Cindy was much taller than
her, so she needed to raise herself up for what came next. 

        When she reached the helpless slave girl, she leaned   
forward and began to kiss her, gently at first, not even touching

her with her hands.
5


        Cindy reacted the only way she knew how. She returned to
kisses in turn, and as Serena's Succubi magic went to work on
Cindy's mortal form, the pinching fondling hands became a hundred
lovers, all serving Cindy's sexual desire.

        Serena did not touch Cindy with her own hands. She knew
that two more hands would make no difference to the girl now. Not
yet, anyway. But her kisses could make mortals cum again and
again without only the slightest touch... and Serena saw in
Cindy's mind that the girl was going crazy even after only a
moment of her torment.

        "Mmmmmm! Please! Please Mistress! It's t-too much." Cindy
gasped for air as Serena forced her lips against the helpless   
girl's mouth.

Serena felt the coming orgasm and sealed her lips tightly
against Cindy's to make sure she swallowed the screams of the    
girl as she came so hard the hands holding her wrists actually
gave way to some small, but significant motion.


        After the girl had come, Serena stepped back a step and
let the hands continue to excite the girl. Her body would be even
more sensitive to their inhumanly strong touch now that she had
cum, and with a wave, Serena allowed the hands to play with the
girl's nipples, which two of the hands began to do with great  
enthusiasm.

        Serena walked back toward the box in which David was
encased. She could see him clearly from the outside of the box,
though he could not see or hear outside. He still slept, though
he twisted and turned a bit as he dreamed. Serena could see his
dreams in his mind and laughed, because they were nothing
compared to what his reality would soon become.

With a wave of her hand a black wall appeared down the
center of the cavern so that Cindy was completely blocked from   
view and then she melted away the top of David's box, just as she
had done to Cindy's, except this time she was not gentle in the
way she woke her victim from his slumber.6


She grabbed him by the dark, straight hair on his head 
and lifted him up so quickly that some of his hair came ripping  
free. He scrambled to get his feet under him in shock, instantly
awake from the pain.

        Before he could even decide whether to fight against her,
Serena half-dragged and half-threw him towards the wall exactly
opposite Cindy. Serena could still feel the girl's mind through
the wall and knew the hands were keeping her well occupied.    

        She pressed David firmly against the wall, with strength
far beyond his, and she grabbed both his wrists, pressing them
back against the wall flush against his sides. 

He was still waking up, recovering from the shock of  
being awakened so quickly, and he was not prepared as liquid  
silver began to slide out of the wall on either side of him. A   
thick strand of silver extended from the wall to wrap around   
David's chest and arms, then slowly constricted against his body


as the metal hardened and even formed rivets in it's surface as
it solidified. Now, there was a solid steel belt, two feet wide
conforming perfectly to David's upper body, holding him in place
and keeping him immobile. 

"Did you enjoy your rest, Slave?" This time Serena's
voice was not tender, like when she had spoken the very same     
words to Cindy. Now she was cruel and mocking in her tone.     

        David pulled against the hard metal, but he could not
move, not even a tiny fraction of an inch, for the metal had
conformed to his size perfectly, even constricting a bit so he  
had some small difficulty breathing. 

Serena saw vicious insults and crude comments spring to
his mind immediately, but he did not speak them. The torments she
had inflicted upon him so far were wearing him down.

        She stepped back a bit as more liquid metal began to ooze
from the walls, covering David's legs, and conforming to their  7


shape pulling him back against the wall and then solidifying into
cold hard steel. In a few more seconds, more metal oozed out over
his head and neck. The metal forced it's way past his lips, into
his mouth and filled his mouth so it was air tight before
hardening.

        This left David completely covered in form-fitting cold
steel. The only parts of him that were visible were his eyes and
his pelvic area. Two small hole in the steel by his nose allowed
him to breath.

        Serena stepped close to him and one hand reached down to
play with his slowly stiffening member.

"Comfy, pet?" She smiled mockingly and kissed where his
lips would be on the steel encasement.

She fondled him for a few moments more, and when he was
slightly erect, she leaned back again and more liquid metal
spilled from the wall to surround his pelvis, surrounding his 8


slightly rigid penis with a small tube of steel sticking straight
out from his body, about 2 inches long. His cock extended from   
the end of the metal tube by about 3 inches more now. 

        David looked down and could see his cock sticking
straight out and watch with curiosity as the metal extended from
the end of the tube underneath his cock and then bent upward   
about an inch more away from the tip of his member to form a    
small square of metal right in front of the tip of his penis.   

He looked at Serena, wondering what the purpose of the
device was. It was placed in just such a way that if his cock got
fully extended to the limit of his excitement, the very tip of
his cock would just touch the metal plate.

        Serena answered his silent question with silence. She
reached down with a tiny, delicate finger and touched the inside
of the small metal plate. David winced as a shower of sparks   
erupted from where her finger met the plate. She was totally
unharmed by the display, of course, but he doubted he would be so


lucky as he looked up into her smiling face and grunted through  
his nose, his eyes widening in fear.

"You see the point, don't you, slave? All you have to do
to avoid having your cock fried is to not get turned on. And that

should be easy for a big, bad torturer like yourself. Unless of 
course you LIKE being my play toy."

        She smiled her sneering, mocking smile and felt David's
hatred like sweet honey. Then she turned, making sure to wiggle
her ass at him as she walked toward the black wall she had    
erected in the center of the room. As she touched it, it vanished
and David got a perfect view of Cindy hanging helpless on the 
wall squirming wildly with pleasure as the 3 dozen hands teased
and tormented her with their subtle touches.

        Serena stood in the center of the room, looking back and
forth between her two mortal plaything. She saw David's cock
slowly twitching and growing just a little. He tried to turn his
head, but failed as the cold steel held him fast, but then he    9


shut his eyes.

Of course, he could still hear Cindy's moans of ecstasy
and squeals of pain, but Serena wanted him to see her.

        She waved a hand and more liquid metal extended from the

casing just above and below David's eyes. The metal poured itself
under his eyelids and formed tiny dull hooks to hold his eyelids
wide apart. The hooks did not cut, but they dug underneath the 
eyelid and held his eyes wide open, so that he looked as if he 
were in absolute terror. Which wasn't very far from the truth,
Serena knew.

        Satisfied that David was now forced to watch the show, 
she walked back over to Cindy and standing carefully to one side,
leaned in and kissed the girl passionately once again. By this
time, Cindy was in such a state that she responded desperately to
the kisses of her new Mistress. Her loyalty was almost completely
assured now, Serena knew, but she wanted to be absolutely sure, 
and anyway she was having too much fun to stop now.


In a few seconds, the girl's breath was coming in ragged
gasps, and once again the pleasure of the Succubi magic was too
much for her and she began pleading for Serena to stop.

Instead of stopping, though, Serena waved a hand, and the
hands between Cindy's thighs began to roughly pinch her pussy,   
and strong fingers probed deep inside her pussy and ass. 

        It was only seconds before the girl was screaming with
the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. Serena saw surprise
in the girl's mind as she came down. Until now, David had given
her the most powerful orgasms she could imagine. She had thought
that no one and nothing could possibly top some of the things she
had experienced in David's dungeon. Now, the magic had taken hold
of her, like a drug, and she wanted to stop, and she wanted more
all at the same time.

        Serena stepped back a second as the girl came, and for 
the first time, Cindy noticed David encased in steel and his cock90


growing harder and harder. Serena could see the girl was finally
beginning to see him as he really was. Just a mortal, like her. 
But not like Serena. Serena was much much more. Cindy smiled as
she watched David and she concentrated on the hands touching her
all over. She knew David wished they were his hands, but Cindy
was glad they were not, and she stared right into David's eyes   
flaunting her pleasure at him.

She spoke loudly, so David could hear, looking him right
in the eye. "Master," she said the word without conviction, "I'm
afraid I won't be serving you any more. Ever again... unless my
Mistress wishes it." She looked at Serena, asking silently if she
done well.

        Serena just smiled without even looking back at David an
leaned forward to begin kissing the slave girl once again.

In another moment, Cindy came yet again, and her orgasm
this time topped even the last. And just as she came, she heard
David scream in the most horrible agony, and she immediately came


again.

        Cindy was covered in sweat and obviously getting very  
tired, so Serena leaned back and motioned release  
the girl. Cindy fell to the ground, on her knees and stayed there
as Serena turned to check on David.

He had passed out in his metal casing from the pain. The
tip of his cock was singed slightly from the shock, just as she 
had planned. The next stage of his torment would go perfectly,  
she knew. And then he would be hers.

        Now she turned back to Cindy, kneeling at her little
blond mistresses feet. From seemingly out of nowhere, Serena
produced the Collar, all black, like a whole in space and handing
it to Cindy.

Cindy began to lift the Collar up to put it on, but    
Serena stopped her with a swift motion of her hand.
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        "If you place that Collar around your neck, it will never
come off. You will be mine for all eternity. So long as I exist
you will not age, nor get sick, but your soul and your energ
will forever be bound to me. You must put it on of your own free
will, and only if you wish to do so."

Cindy hesitated, looking up into her mistresses violet
eyes. Then lifted the Collar once more and closed it around her 
neck. Instantly, it sealed itself in place. It felt like rock, 
and was heavy and cold at first, but it quickly warmed against
her skin. What was more powerful was the feeling it sent
shivering through her of total physical ecstasy and warmth.

        Cindy looked up at her mistress and spoke in her most
submissive tones, "I am yours, Mistress, forever."

CHAPTER 12
 Forever Two

David dreamed, as he slept, of nightmarish pits of torment that


only dreams know. Or at least... torments that he had only imagined in
dreams before now. 

        As he slowly came awake, his eyes adjusted to the red-tinted
darkness of Serena's cavern of torture, his body ached with soreness from
his continuous struggles since his arrival in this place. His ass-hole was
tender from the demon-woman's rape. His cock felt raw from the electric
fires which she had most recently inflicted upon him. He knew, for the
first time in his life, that he was in way over his head, and David Hanes
knew despair. 

        He awoke lying on the floor of the cavern saw only the
rough-carved ceiling, at first. He sat up and looked around just as his
tormentor took notice of him.

The petite demoness had changed clothes once again, this time to
an outfit of all wickedly studded black leather. From his vantage on the
floor, he examined her from the bottom up. She wore thigh high black
leather boots, sparsely covered in sharp shiny metal studs and stiletto
heels which were tight enough to accentuate every curve of his thin bu2


shapely legs. Matching studded leather G-string and push up bra left just
enough uncovered to make David drool had the circumstances been different.
Fingerless black leather studded gloves and a matching collar completed
the look. Her hair was drawn back in a pony tail, as well, giving her a
more stern visage then David would have thought possible having previously
seen her innocent beauty.

        Right next to his tiny tormentress, standing almost a foot taller
than the powerful demoness was Cindy. She had also changed clothes, or had
her clothing changed for her by her new mistress. David guessed it was the
latter, for Cindy had never dressed herself in so powerful an outfit as
she did now. She wore all white, now, looking very innocent, yet strangely
strong, like an amazon in ceremonial robes. But no robes like any that had
ever been seen in a jungle. She wore white flat heeled ankle boots, and
her legs were left bare. A tiny flowing white skirt, almost (but not
quite) transparent came down to just barely cover her most private
regions, even from David's point of view on the floor. He could see she 
was wearing white french-cut panties underneath the skirt, and above that
a halter top which made her full breasts seem like one solid piece from
side to side. White fingerless lace gloves completed the outfit, excep3


for the bright white shiny collar.

        David could not know it, of course, but the Collar had been black
only moments before. Part of it's magical properties was that it could 
change color and form at Serena's every whim.

As his Serena walked toward him, he realized Cindy's outfit and
stance were somehow completely unlike the slave girl he had known. There 
was something different in her. She belonged to the demoness, now, that   
much was clear. The outfit she wore made her look strangely powerful, even
as it made her look submissive at the same time. It occurred to David that
if he was to be a slave, he would be second to Cindy in the demoness'     
eyes.

        The little blonde walked over and stood right by David, looking
down at him lying on the floor. 

        "Get up!", she sneered.

        David considered fighting her, but he knew it was futile. His  


hesitation for thought, however, was a half second too long as Serena
reached down and grabbed him around the neck with one hand, lifting him to
his feet with unbelievable strength.

        As he gasped for breath, the woman released him and with the
suddenness of a striking snake two thin wire-like cord shot out of nowhere
from above and grabbed each of David's wrists tightly before he could even
react. He was completely naked, and his cock dangled just slightly erect
in front of him as the cords bit sharply and painfully into his wrists and
yanked upwards holding his arms together over his head. The cords then    
wrapped themselves, whip-like around his wrists, binding them together.   

        The pain in his wrists was terrible, and David forced his feet
under him and was barely able to reached the ground on tip-toe.

        He caught Cindy's eye for a second and saw her watching him and
smiling. When she noticed him looking at her, she licked her lips, ever so
slightly and darted her eyes downward at his cock for just a second.

Serena called to Cindy. "Come here, slave, and put these on his4


knees."

        Cindy came forward and Serena produced two hollow metal cylinders
about 6 inches in diameter. They were hinged like manacles, and Cindy took
one and examined it. David could see each cylinder was about a foot and a
half long. Cindy moved slowly, making sure to let her soft hands brush    
against David's thighs as she attached the metal devices over his knees.  

        They were not perfect cylinders, David realized as they were
placed on him. The conformed perfectly to the shape of his legs, and so
once they were locked on him, he could not bend his knees. Not that he had
any desire to do so, for such an act would only bring a great deal of pain
to his wrists.

Once Cindy stepped back, her work done, the two women looked him
over casually, smiling like predators eyeing easy prey.

        David felt a sudden wave of fear come over him. He had been hurt
so much already, but he got that sense that all that had just been
foreplay. He considered himself a brave and powerful man, but this woman


was not human, and he gave in to his fear.

"Please... please.... I'm sorry for what I d-did to you. I swear,
if you let me go, I'll never bother you or anyone ever again."

        The little blond was angry, "Silence, mortal! For what you did to
me, you will pay in agony for all eternity. And I shall feed off your   
suffering and grow stronger than any denizen of Hell."

        And just for good measure, she slapped him hard across the face.

        To David's surprise, the cords holding his wrists suddenly 
loosened a bit and he stood on the floor easily, with even a little slack
in his hands. He looked up at the cords and saw they protruded directly
from the ceiling. When he looked back again, Serena was kneeling in front

of him and just off to one side.

On the floor on either side of him was a very odd device. Set into
the floor for about 5 feet on either side of him was a small straight
track which started just under his feet. In each track there was an oddly5


shaped metal construct which fit neatly into the track and could slide
from five feet to the side to directly under his foot. The device rose
from the track as a small straight bar, only an inch long, then swelled  
outward into a kind of stirrup. A flat metal bottom and a round
half-circle top, like a letter D tilted onto it's lift side with a bar
coming from the bottom into the track in the floor. At the top of the D  
and at a right ankle to it, parallel to the floor, was a metal shackle.

Serena slid one of the devices close to David's foot and lifted
his foot, placing it inside the device. His foot rested on the thin bottom
of the D part, and she locked the connecting manacle onto his ankle. When
she let go, he realized that the track was very slippery and he had to be
very careful not to let his foot slip off to the side.

        She placed his other foot in the device on the other side, leaving
his legs spread at a minimum distance of about half a foot (for such was
the distance the tracks were from each other). David had to tighten his
thigh muscles to keep his legs from spreading wide apart simply from
gravity.
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        He realized now the that inside of the flat bottom of the D part
of the foot restraint was studded and the arch of his foot rested     
painfully on it as he grew accustomed to his new position. 

        Since the minimum distance of the tracks kept David's legs    
slightly apart and on an angle, the natural tendency of his weight was 
continuously pushing his legs apart and he strained to keep them together,
as Serena and Cindy watched his discomfort.

        Without a word, Cindy began to circle him, gently running a hand  
around his stomach and chest. She had been trained for months to get     
turned on by David's touch, and the sight of his body. And he was in     
fantastic shape. Mis muscles rippled with tension as she circles him, and
his thigh muscles grew slowly more tired.

        He tried pulling at his wrists to keep himself raised, but the  
cords biting into his flesh were too painful, and as hard as he tried, he
simply could not get a decent grip on the cords with his hands. The cords
were slick and felt oddly alive when he tried to touch them.

Serena was standing in front of him now, with some new toy to show
him, and he shivered. 

"Please, no more." His voice was sad, but resigned.

        She bent down between his legs and ordered Cindy to come closer.
The amazonian brunette walked over and without a word took two fingers and
pinched the tip of David's cock. She grasped a tiny pinch of flesh and
lifted his cock away so his scrotum was completely available and exposed.

        Serena motioned and more of the slimy living cable shot up from

the floor wrapping this time around David's scrotum at the base. The cords
tightened and thickened, pulling his balls downward toward the floor and 
David gasped in pain and surprise. 

As his balls were stretched away from his body, further and   
further, David was forced to spread his legs, unable to bend his knees.  
Finally, his feet were about a two feet apart and the cords on his wrist
stopped him from going any lower because of the pain. The cords at his
balls kept tugging a little further, then stopped.7


        David was covered in sweat now, and breathing heavily. Agonizing
pain rippled through him, and what was worse is that he had a choice. He
tensed his powerful thigh muscles and raised himself up a bit, which
relieved the pain on his wrists but hurt his balls even more.

        He knew that if he relaxed his thighs, his wrists would once again
bear the full measure of his weight and cause extreme pain, but his   
scrotum would not be pulled so hard.

It was a horribly devious torment, but it would fail, thought  
David. He relaxed his thighs, because the pain in his wrists, as intense  
as it was, was nowhere near the pain in his balls from the stretching   
toward he floor.

Serena watched him and smiled.

        "So, you think this little torment is below your standards,
mortal? You think you have me fooled, and that you can just rest and  
accept the lesser pain? Well, it shall not be that easy, I assure you."


Cindy came forward, once again without a word being spoken. David
wondered if perhaps the demoness could now communicate with Cindy

telepathically somehow. Cindy seemed to be following the demoness' orders,
even though he did not hear her speak to the girl. 

Cindy leaned into David, whose cock was now rock-hard. Cindy was  

by far, in David's opinion, the sexiest looking slave he had ever had, and
the innocent, yet powerful, white outfit she had on would have driven him
wild had she worn it when she was his.

        His cock was rock-hard now, although he suspected that was mostly
to do with the presence of the demoness. Her very presence seemed to give
him a hard on, and he guessed (correctly) that it was part of her power.

Cindy leaned into David pressing her body close to his and kissing
him on the lips. David felt her warm firm breasts press against his chest.
With his legs spread, she was slightly taller than him and he had to tilt
his head up to kiss her.
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Cindy wrapped her arms around his neck, and lean in close, then in
one swift motion, she jumped up onto him, wrapping her legs around his   

waist and hanging on tight, adding her own weight to his. He screamed in
agony and she pressed her lips against his, drinking in his violent gasp  
of pain.

He tightened his thighs, desperately trying to relieve the weight
on his wrists, but it was twice ass hard now to lift himself up. He
strained his powerful muscles and managed to pull himself up, but he had 
to pull hard, now, and the cord yanked at his balls, pulling them downward
toward the floor.

        He added weight made David clumsy and he could not longer simply 
relax and find a less painful spot. He gasped and struggled for air as  
Cindy kept forcing her mouth over his to kiss him.

        He squinted his eyes shut with the pain, and when he opened them  
again, he saw over Cindy's shoulder into Serena's petite blonde face. Or 
rather, her head, as the girl was much shorter than either David of Cindy.9

David could not see, but he could tell Serena's hands were down   
behind Cindy, and he felt her reach underneath the amazon in white and
grab his cock with one hand. The next thing he knew, Cindy was leaning  
herself back a little and his cock slid inside her as she lowered herself

onto him, his cock held by their mutual mistress.

The little blonde stepped back to admire her handiwork as Cindy  
began to very slowly slide up and down on David's cock. His muscles
to keep himself still, but it was hopeless and he bounced up and
down in opposing rhythm to his former slave's gyrations. Cindy was really 
getting into things, and David's cock remained rock hard, but he could not
enjoy himself for the pain.

        Also, he knew that having his balls stretched downward would make
it almost impossible for him to cum, and he remembered the demoness' bet
which he had lost. He would never cum again, she had said.

        Despair overwhelmed David Hanes and he screamed as loud as he had
ever screamed before. Cindy seemed not to notice, or at least to not be   
bothered if she did notice.


        David felt a gentle hand touch his head from behind, brushing his
hair softly. Serena leaned into him, whispering in his ear.

        "Welcome to Hell, mortal. I'm going to teach you everything I know
about torture; secrets I learned over a thousand years. And then, when I'm
done with you, you will serve me for all eternity... or maybe I'll trade
you to some other demons I know who have a taste for mortal agony."

        And as she laughed, Cindy came, her pussy clenching on David's   
singed cock, her hot moisture dribbling down his shaft. Her breath sweet  
and hot in his face, her kisses so soft and so strong.

nd David Hanes cried like a newborn babe.

 CHAPTER 13
Reflection

        Serena was content. Truly content, for perhaps the first time in
her thousand year lifetim100%


She had two wonderful new mortal slaves. Slaves who would live a
long as she did. She would force David to wear the Collar soon, and he
would obey her now, she knew. She had broken him completely. She had taken
his freedom, then his slave, then his will and soon his soul.

        She would no longer have to worry about feeding, or finding new 
victims to feed on. Of course, she probably would get tired of having her
two perpetual meals every time, but at least she could search for new
blood at her leisure instead of as a necessity.

        David would suffer every torment in her arsenal, and when that ran
out in 40 years, well, she had plenty of time to think up new ways to make
him suffer. 

She lay back on a bed of silk and slept as her new slaves played,
and she smiled as she dreamed of what would come tomorrow.

 The End
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