Chapter 26

“Amara? Amara?!” Tessa shouted, running to the empty space where Amara had previously been standing. Her tattoos flared, and she fell to her knees to investigate the scorch mark on the floor, but she didn’t seem to be finding anything. After a few moments of panic, she jumped up and ran at Vee, jabbing a finger into her shoulder. “What the fuck did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything!” Vee shouted back. “Why would I get rid of Amara now, when we need her most? Besides, she vanished in a burst of hellfire, that’s not something I can do.” Vee grabbed Tessa’s wrist, throwing the witch back as they kept glaring at each other.

“Okay, okay, let’s just stay calm,” Nick said. He was clearly panicking, pacing back and forth as he nervously wrung out his hands. “Maybe she’s okay! Those flames that surrounded her, they were purple, right? That’s her color!”

“How do we know that’s unique to her?” Tessa asked. “Maybe all hellfire is purple!”

Tessa and Nick both looked at Vee, who immediately shook her head. “Hey, don’t look at me. Amara’s hellfire is the only kind I’ve seen, and I don’t remember anyone saying that it can come in different colors.”

“Fuck!” Tessa shouted again. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Vee, rather than joining Tessa and Nick in pointlessly pacing around the room, was trying to think of a way forward. Without Amara, it would be nigh impossible for Vee to keep Tessa safe while she worked on reversing the cult’s ritual.

“What if the cult has her?” Vee asked. “We know they have ways of summoning demons, and they wouldn’t even need to reach into Hell to get her.”

Tessa paused, turning to look at Vee. “That’s ... fuck, that’s probably spot on.”

“But, if that’s the case,” Nick started, “then you should be able to find her, right? You know where the cult’s headquarters are, and you just discovered a back door. If they’re all preoccupied with their ceremony, you might have time to sneak in and free her!”

“Let’s quit standing around then!” Tessa did one last check of her equipment, then moved to the front door. “C’mon Vee, it’s now or never, and I’m itching to stab some bitches.”

Vee took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She couldn’t afford to lose her head, her angelic magic worked best when she was calm and collected. She looked at Nick, swallowing nervously before speaking “Nick, if we can’t—”

“Don’t say it, Vee,” Nick said. “I’ll see you, all three of you, when you get back. Okay?”

With one last look, and a resolute nod, Vee opened the door.

Campus was quiet, which was hardly surprising given that it was Thanksgiving weekend. While most students were back from the short break already, there hadn’t been any parties, and everyone was likely sleeping off their turkey leftovers.

Vee and Tessa ran quickly, making their way to Whitmore Hall as fast as they could. As disastrous as their previous raid had gone, it was hard to deny the good fortune of having a backdoor to the underground tunnels. Tessa was unusually quiet, her determination preventing her from cracking any inappropriate jokes or threatening Vee again. Still, Vee couldn’t help but share the same nervous energy.

Despite all their practice, it was hard to deny they were fighting an uphill battle. Without Amara, their plan had no chance of succeeding. Still, Vee continued racking her brain for ideas, trying to think of other solutions to their current problem.

Okay, assume we can’t find Amara. I have more powerful spells in my Enochian Texts ... but I shouldn’t use them, they could rip my body apart. Do I have anything that can disrupt planar magic?

She continued cycling through all the spells in her book, recalling each page in almost perfect detail. She’d spent the last few days memorizing all the magic inside, hoping to find better spells than what they’d been practicing with, but her options were frustratingly few. The only spells that might be able to clear a room of demons would require far too much time to prepare, which in turn would necessitate Amara keeping her safe, but then Amara would also be caught in the crossfire.

Before long, Vee and Tessa were racing down the stairs in Whitmore Hall, and Tessa was bypassing the illusory wall. They decided to leave the illusion down on the off chance they needed a quick escape later, and dove into the tunnels once more.

Officially in enemy territory now, the girls started moving slower. Vee summoned her sword, and Tessa’s switchblade began circling her body. There was no knowing which hallways might contain cultists, and they also needed time to properly backtrack their steps from last time. In their rush to escape, no one had bothered to chart which paths they had taken.

The flat, gray corridors seemed to stretch on forever, a terrible labyrinth of bland, brutalist monotony. Every turn, every doorway had the potential to hold demons that wanted them dead, but they also needed to search every nook and cranny for Amara.

The two girls fell into a pattern. Vee was the first to check each new hallway and room, and Tessa would hold back until receiving an all-clear signal. At first, their search turned up nothing of note; many of the hallways and rooms were empty. However, as they continued diving deeper into the complex, they started finding signs of life. The occasional small cot, remains of discarded meals, it looked as if some of the cult members had started living down here.

Vee couldn’t imagine why they would need to, all these people presumably had homes of their own. She quickly decided against trying to understand them, however; they were also the ones willingly sacrificing their bodies to demons, presumably they weren’t bastions of sanity and reason.

As they pushed deeper, the rooms they found grew more unsettling. In one room, they found a collection of jars filled with a suspicious red liquid. A quick investigation confirmed it was blood, and Vee was more than happy to leave that room behind. The next room held a collection of surgical knives, and they had clearly seen use recently. Tessa explained that the cultists were likely carving the runes into their body, rather than using tattoos. Yet another room that Vee was happy to leave.

Back in the hallway, just a few steps after leaving the knife room, Vee finally heard movement ahead. She quietly signaled to Tessa, who nodded quickly before giving Vee more space to maneuver. Stepping quietly, Vee peeked into the next room, and saw another space that had been retrofitted into living quarters. A lone man stood in front of a table, rummaging through a bag as he muttered generic frustrations to himself. With his back to the door, Vee knew she had a perfect opportunity; catch him off guard and interrogate him to find where Amara was being held. Stepping into the room, Vee kept her blade behind her back to conceal its glow, and slowly moved into position. She crept closer, took a deep breath to prepare herself, and then froze in terror.

Cold, sharp steel had just pressed against her neck.

“Hello gorgeous,” a voice whispered behind her. “How about you drop that sword before we hurt your little friend?”

In the corner of her eye, Vee was able to see Tessa in the hallway. The witch’s knife was being held by another cultist, who was pushing it against her throat. The girls locked eyes for a moment, and Vee finally relented. Her sword dropped to the ground, bouncing a few times before vanishing completely. The first cultist, the one in the room, now turned to face Vee. His face held a horrid, contemptible smirk, and Vee realized this body had once belonged to her music teacher.

“My my,” Mr. Mendez said. “Mr. Wellington is going to love the two of you.”

Earlier that night

Amara’s body seized with pain, and she felt a torrent of hellfire surround her. She let out a piercing scream, her hands grabbing her head as she tried to block out the pain, when she suddenly felt a terrible lurching sensation. It was like she was falling, catapulting through space at impossible speeds while also crashing through imperceptible waves of an unknowable liquid. When the spinning stopped, and the flames subsided, she found herself on her hands and knees, panting heavily. Every fiber of her body screamed with pain and exhaustion, which didn’t make sense. She’d just spent an hour with Tessa, fucking her senseless while feeding on her every desire; how could she be this tired already?

Summoning all her strength, she forced herself to raise her head and look around. She was in a small, dark room, only lit with a series of candles on the floor. She noticed four shapes, all wearing dark cloaks, and one of them began to talk as Amara began moving.

“So nice of you to join us, Amara.”

She recognized that voice, it was far too smug to forget: Sebastian Wellington. She glared at him, her eyes trying and failing to manifest hellfire as her anger grew. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

Sebastian smirked, and a pretentious laugh filled the small room. “You know, when your friends show up to try and save you, I need to remember to thank the angel. If she hadn’t shot you in the back, this would have been so much harder.” He raised a hand, and Amara saw he was holding a small towel covered in her blood.

Without a second thought, Amara leaped at Sebastian, desperate to stop him from using her blood to bind her will. She only made it a few feet before colliding with an invisible wall, one that felt all too familiar. Beneath her, she saw a series of runes and sigils that thrummed with magical power. She was trapped in another circle, and now the cult had her blood. Were they planning on enslaving her? The thought was sickening, and she threw herself at the barrier a second time, hoping to break through.

“You fucker! Give that back!” Amara screamed. She continued attacking, but immediately felt the limits of her weakened body.

“Amara, stop,” Sebastian said. As his words filled the chamber, a powerful urge to obey his command surged through Amara. Without thinking, she ceased her assault on the barrier, doing exactly what the cult leader wanted.

No! They already have control!

“Step back, to the center of the circle.” Again, Amara’s body obeyed. She walked backwards until she was in the center of her prison, but this time she tried to pay attention to the magic. She’d broken through magical prisons before, and if she could find the limits of the spell, she might be able to do it again.

“Now, you may have noticed that we’re not alone. These three wonderful gentlemen were kind enough to delay their own ascension in favor of a different reward. You see, I’d prefer my ceremony not be disrupted, and they volunteered to ... keep you busy. You’ll be a good girl for them, won’t you?”

As Sebastian finished speaking, the other people present pulled their hoods down. The first cultist had short, blonde hair with a matching goatee. His bright blue eyes eagerly ran up and down Amara’s body, and she immediately remembered that she was wearing another set of skimpy athletic gear. The clothes on her body didn’t feel as snug as they had before her strange teleportation, and she wondered if they’d gotten damaged in the hellfire.

The second cultist had long, black hair that had been tied behind his head. His eyes were brown, and he wore an equally lecherous look on his face. The last person in the room had short, lightly tousled brown hair, and he was by far the most excited person in the room.

Brandon.

Just like Brandon, the other two cultists were students, and all three of them reeked with arousal. Amara could smell their eagerness, and it only grew stronger with each passing second.

“Now, I’ve got a date with destiny. You all keep it down, will you?” Mr. Wellington tossed the bloody towel aside, laughing to himself as he left the room.

As the door closed behind Sebastian, Brandon stepped forward to take his place. “I’ve been waiting far too long for this, Amara. I can finally take what you owe me.”

“I don’t owe you shit, you pervert!” Amara said.

“Shut up!” Another wave of magic washed over Amara. She focused on how it felt, observed the compulsion that traveled through her and forced her to stop talking. Though she was now quiet, she continued glaring at Brandon. “From now on, the only words that leave your mouth will be to heighten our pleasure. You will also refer to me as Master at all times. Understand, pet?”

She knew what Brandon wanted to hear, and though he didn’t outright ask for it, she felt another wave of compulsion pushing her to respond. This time, she briefly tried to resist it, hoping to test its limits. “Y-yes ... Master.”

The compulsion is strong, but it’s not all powerful. I might be able to break it.

“How about we introduce ourselves?” Brandon gestured to the blonde man with the goatee first. “This is Chris. Shake his hand and give him a nice smile.”

Amara held out her hand, a warm smile appearing on her face despite her intense desire to punch everyone present in the face. Chris reached out, gently introducing himself before leaning in to kiss her hand. Were it not for the compulsion, she would have rolled her eyes. “So excited to be here. Ever since I heard those pictures of yours weren’t fake, well ... I knew I had to see for myself.”

Brandon spoke up again, this time introducing the last cultist, the one with the long, black hair. “This is Mark, greet him the same way.”

“You’re a real fucking catch, you know that?” Mark said, his grip much more demanding. He was openly leering at Amara’s breasts, which were still somewhat contained in her sports bra, but she could feel the fabric starting to give. As they finished shaking hands, and Amara’s fake smile faded, she felt as if she had a decent understanding of the strength of their binding magic.

It was certainly powerful, leaps and bounds beyond what Brandon had put together underneath the Science Building all those weeks ago. Ever since then, however, Amara had grown significantly stronger; she was no longer a helpless student who didn’t understand her abilities. Although she was still weak from the summoning, she was confident she had enough strength to break through the compulsion and free herself from the circle. The real problem would be anything that happened afterwards.

If she exhausted herself breaking free, she wouldn’t have enough strength to keep Vee and Tessa safe. A fight with the cult, with hordes of demons, would only end in disaster.

Of course, if I had a way to get my strength back before breaking out ... And wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got three horny idiots right here. Is Brandon really that stupid? Would he really repeat the same mistake that gave me the upper hand last time?

“Amara, burn your clothes away, then reveal your true form,” Brandon said. She hated how smug he was, but started to take solace in the irony of the situation. The more she could turn them on, the more she fulfilled their sexual fantasies, the easier it would be for her to break out and take down Sebastian.

I’m a succubus, aren’t I? A literal sexual predator? Why shouldn’t I wring these assholes for every drop of energy I can get?

With a devious smile, Amara summoned a small inferno of hellfire and burned away the last shreds of her clothes. Even this display of strength was enough to tire her out, but thankfully the auras of the men watching her were so strong she had already started feeding. With her clothing gone, she manifested her true form, her wings, tail, and horns returning to her. She stood proud, her naked body on full display. If nothing else, she refused to show weakness, and ever since her photos had started circulating, she’d started understanding the effect her body could have on people.

“Holy shit,” Chris said, “your photos don’t do you justice. This body is unreal.”

“You think she’s this tight everywhere?” Mark asked.

Brandon laughed, gesturing to the other guys to wait. “Oh, I have no doubt about it. Before we start, though, we have some ground rules to set up. The first is more of a fun fact, actually; Succubi only feel the pleasure of their partners, so we don’t have to bother with trying to make her enjoy this.”

Only partially true, I could totally cum on my own. Still, he’s not entirely wrong, either, I’m more likely to have more fun if they’re focused on themselves.

“The other rules, though, are for you, Amara,” Brandon continued. “You are forbidden from taking our souls, no matter how many times we reach orgasm. You are forbidden from doing us harm. You may only put in effort if it’s in furtherance of our pleasure. Do you understand, pet?”

Ha! I wouldn’t be able to take your souls even if I tried. I can’t wait to wipe that smug grin off your stupid face.

“Yes Master, I understand,” Amara said.

“Now, tell us why you’re here. What’s about to happen.” Brandon’s arousal was practically off the charts, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. It was almost exciting, thinking about the buffet that was waiting for her.

Amara put on her sexiest voice and did everything she could to play up her own excitement. “I’m here to be your perfect little fuck toy! I’m going to give all of you the strongest orgasms you’ve ever felt, and beg for more every chance I get.” As her words ended, she smelled another surge in arousal from the men around her.

This is too easy.

“Well, gentlemen? It would be rude to keep her waiting, wouldn’t it?” Brandon began undressing, and the other two quickly followed suit. They were practically tripping over themselves, struggling to get their clothes off as they continued leering at Amara’s curves. As she waited, her tail flicked back and forth in excitement. When they had finished undressing, Brandon stepped closer, crossing into the circle. He paused, just for a second, and when Amara didn’t do anything, his smug grin returned. “Kiss me, pet.”

Leaning forward, Amara threw her arms around Brandon’s shoulders and kissed him. Her hands played with his hair, and her tongue pushed into his mouth as she moaned in excitement. His arousal was delicious, and the more she fed, the more she could tell that he hadn’t had sex in months, possibly longer. The closet he’d probably gotten was when he’d trapped her under the Science Building, and even then, he’d refused to touch her. Now, his hands eagerly moved over her waist, traveling down before grabbing her ass and squeezing it hard.

She also grew aware of Chris and Mark, who had started moving closer. While Brandon clearly wasn’t ready to pass her off yet, the other two seemed more than happy to start inspecting her demonic features. One of them grabbed her tail, fingernails tracing its length as she continued flicking it seductively. The other caressed her wings, squeezing them tight as if to test how real they were.

When Brandon finally yielded, he gestured at his friends to take their turns. Chris moved in first, his approach much gentler. There was a strange hesitancy in his movements, as if he were both scared and mesmerized by her presence. She rather appreciated the awe in his eyes, and she happily pulled him in for a kiss. For her plan to work, she needed him to be more indulgent, and she had to figure out a way to bypass his apparent insecurities. As they continued making out, her tongue reaching deep into his mouth, she let her hands explore his body. The extra attention immediately reflected in his aura, and she had a feeling she knew what he wanted.

Mark was next. His gaze was harsher, more lecherous, and he grabbed her hair tight before pulling her close. When her hands moved to his body, she didn’t notice the same excitement she did with Chris, he clearly wanted something else. The hand holding her hair soon pulled back, forcing her to angle her head away and expose her neck. His rough demeanor gave her an idea, and she decided to test her theory; rather than feigning appreciation, she pretended to wince in pain. The instant she did, she noticed an immediate change in his aura, and she knew she’d found his weakness.

He doesn’t just like it rough, he wants it to hurt. He’s a sadistic little fuck, and I’m going to enjoy breaking him when this is finished.

Now that everyone had gotten a chance to introduce themselves, Amara looked back at Brandon for instructions. She needed to continue selling the idea that he was in control, as she knew that’s what he wanted.

“On your knees, pet,” Brandon said.

“Yes Master!” Amara quickly kneeled, settling on her knees as the three men circled around her. For a brief moment, she reflected on what was happening, realizing that this would be her first time engaging in group sex. It certainly wasn’t ideal, and she made a note to put together some proper group fun when this was all over. Still, despite the specific context, it was certainly nice to be the center of attention, and she didn’t even have to hide her demonic features.

She now found herself at eye level with three incredibly excited cocks. They were all rock hard, pointing straight at her, and Amara knew exactly how to start. She needed to give deference to Brandon, and she wrapped her tail around his legs to pull him closer. His hands moved to her horns, holding them tight, and she licked her lips while trying to push forward. Surprisingly, Brandon stopped her, holding her back. “Ah ah, my pet. I want you to ask for it. Beg like the servant you are.”

“Please, Master! Please let me suck your cock! I want it so badly!” Amara pleaded, her eyes glowing bright. Every chance she had to show off her demonic nature would be to her advantage; he loved her inhuman nature.

“Good girl, you can start.”

Within moments, Amara had sucked Brandon’s cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tight around it, and her tongue massaged every inch of him. His moans filled the chamber, and he continued holding her horns as she started bobbing up and down on his shaft. Now that Amara had a way to keep him occupied, she let her hands wander to the other men. They were standing on opposite sides of her, perfectly spaced for her hands to grasp each of their cocks and begin stroking.

She noticed their auras begin to shift as she started pleasuring them all. Arousal was delicious, and Amara was able to pull quite a bit from it, but there was a different flavor at play once actual pleasure began. It was like the difference between smelling a delicious dinner and taking that first bite, though in Amara’s case, she wasn’t planning on biting. Yet.

Knowing how much men liked a good show, Amara made sure to play up how loudly she was sucking Brandon off. She moaned, slurped, spit, and gagged as she did everything possible to keep her guests entertained. Her hands continued stroking the other two cocks, and she even made her tail snake up Chris’ body to tease him further. He seemed to enjoy a softer, more intimate touch, and the extra attention was best given to him. Mark, on the other hand, needed to be given opportunities to think he was hurting her.

Thankfully, she knew exactly how to give him that chance. She finally pulled her mouth off Brandon’s cock, a long line of spit lingering from its head to her lips. She left her mouth open and her tongue out, knowing how much guys loved that visual, and turned to face Mark next. She looked up at him, doing her best to appear demure and innocent, then pitched up her voice and said, “Please be gentle, Sir.”

Predictably, Mark did no such thing. His aura twitched at the opportunity to deny her request, and he grabbed her horns, holding them tight. Without an ounce of regret or hesitation, he pulled her down fast, his cock pushing deep into her mouth and causing her to gag loudly. Her eyes went wide, imitating surprise, and she pretended like she wasn’t as experienced with deep throating to give him a goal. He started fucking her face harder and harder, desperate to feel his entire cock inside her mouth, and after a few moments Amara relented. Her throat opened up, pulling him deep inside, and she was rewarded with another helping of sadistic satisfaction.

As he continued holding her horns, using her mouth no differently than he would use a cheap toy, Amara started to sense subtle differences in everyone’s auras. At the Halloween party, she’d gotten good enough at reading auras to tell where people were directing their affections, but nothing else. She also knew that auras could reveal who was sleeping with who, but this was different. The only aura reflected in the three men standing around her was her own, and there were still more differences to be found.

Since, at the moment, she simply had to let Mark have his fun, she let herself focus on these subtle differences. Mark’s arousal, and pleasure, felt significantly more aggressive than the others. He was like a storm on the ocean, roiling and thrashing, not caring who got caught in his path.

Brandon’s aura was firm and steady, but slightly oppressive. He had taken to calling her a pet, and he clearly wanted to make that a reality. Chris, on the other hand, had the softest aura. He was enjoying himself, obviously, but there was some hesitation. Amara wondered what lies he’d been fed; had they told him she wasn’t to be treated like a person? That she would do anything and everything to try and turn the tables? At the end of the day, he was still happily going along with this magically coerced gangbang, but at least he wasn’t treating her like a lifeless doll.

After a few more minutes of letting Mark facefuck her, it was eventually time to switch it up again. She turned towards Chris, his aura jumping in excitement, and she leaned in to slowly kiss the tip of his cock. Her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, gently stroking it, while her tail reached higher to playfully trace circles on his back.

It only took a brief minute of teasing before she sensed that Chris wanted more, and she began sucking his cock in earnest. He seemed to prefer long, steady strokes, her lips traveling the entire length of his cock with each thrust of her head. In contrast to the other boys, when Chris reached for Amara, he didn’t grab her horns. His fingers lightly played with her hair, massaging the side of her scalp as she used her tongue to massage his shaft. In his excitement, he almost lost control and started cumming, but Amara was able to pull him back with a gentle squeeze at the base of his shaft.

“C’mon Chris, you’re wasting her fucking talents!” Mark said. “Did you see how hard she can take it?”

“I don’t know how she’s doing it, but she knows exactly what I like. It’s unreal, it’s like she’s in my head!” Chris continued moaning, his hands still playing with her hair as he started slowly thrusting into her mouth.

Before he could continue, however, Brandon spoke up again. “I think I’m tired of waiting. Amara, lean forward and place your hands on the ground. Present yourself like a good pet.”

Amara felt another wave of compulsion wash over her, and she immediately noticed how much its effects had lessened. She was already strong enough to resist it, and she hadn’t even gotten anyone to cum yet. She had no plans to show her hand this early, however, and let the compulsion guide her movements. She leaned forward, settling comfortably on all fours, and arched her back to show off her perfect ass.

She’d learned during her photoshoot just how much her body had changed. She had never been prudish in her old life, and still had a couple spicy pictures she’d sent old partners, and when she compared the two the differences were obvious. Not only had her breasts grown slightly, but no matter what she wore they always appeared as if they were supported by a push-up bra. Her ass had changed much the same way; slightly bigger, but also rounder and more firm. As she presented herself for the lust-drunk cultists around her, she could feel their eyes drinking in every inch of her, and she swelled with pride.

That’s right, idiots. Worship this body, it’s all you’re good for.

She watched as Mark walked in front of her, throwing a clean towel on the ground before kneeling himself. Without asking, he grabbed Amara’s horns again and pulled her head down, pushing inside her mouth again. He was just as eager to be rough with her, and just like last time, it meant she didn’t need to focus on keeping him entertained. Her tail continued flicking back and forth, and she felt Brandon kneeling behind her. He grabbed her tail, wrapping around his wrist, and held it tight while his other hand started massaging her ass. He squeezed it tight, slapped it a few times, and eventually caved to his desires once more. Grabbing her hips, he lined himself up with her pussy and slowly pushed inside her.

Amara made sure to moan loudly as he did. Not only did she need to put on the perfect show, and not only was the attention making her incredibly horny, but her connection to everyone’s auras was pushing her overboard. She was effectively feeling the pleasure of three people at once, and Chris was still waiting on the sidelines for a chance to join in.

It proved to be too much, and her entire body shook with pleasure. She had stopped caring about the context, about the fact that they’d summoned her here with the intent of controlling her; right now, she knew she was in control, and she was eager to enjoy her first gangbang. Waves of orgasmic pleasure surged through her, her muscles tensing and relaxing over and over. Both the cocks inside her felt amazing, and she could feel her own pleasure reverberating out into the two men fucking her at the moment.