The Curse of the Succubus
Copyright© 2011 by BobRooney
Chapter 1: The Succubus
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Succubus - A highwayman finds himself as the victim when he tries to hold up the carriage of a beautiful and deadly demon.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Rape Mind Control Magic Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation
It ought to have been just another day in the life of a highwayman:
Lie in wait for the carriage rolling slowly through the bright green woods, bend your bow and fire an arrow at the driver, leap out of the foliage and pull at the reins to stop the horse, and then...
And then you adjust your mask, brandish your sword, open the carriage door, and demand "Your money, or your life."
That's all there is too it, usually. This time, however, was different. As soon as the door of the small, black carriage creaked open, I knew it was all wrong.
The shoe appeared first. Black. Then the white, smooth, long leg followed it for what seemed like ages. Then the hem of the dress draped across the knees. Black.
Then her voice, like ice and fire, intimate and yet impervious. It was the first time I ever heard it. Curse that voice!
"Thank you, my good man."
I held out my hand and helped her down the steps. Yes, I did precisely that. I have never known to be gallant in my life, but now I even made a little bow as she stepped onto the ground.
She was like a fairy princess. Not very tall, but with long legs, an unbelievable hourglass figure covered by a dress that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight that seeped through the trees of the deep forest. Her hair reached down to her calves, glittering pale honey, and her eyes were blue, piercing, cold.
"Thank you, mister highwayman," she said, giving me a smile that made my heart leap.
"You're welcome, my Lady," I replied, automatically. This was all wrong. She should be terrified, yet I was I who considered running for my life.
"I assume you will want to ... ravish me now?" She stared innocently up into my face.
I swallowed. Did I? I would usually count ravishing as ample ransom, but now I was not sure.
"Come here," she whispered, and seemed to glide closer to me. All too close. "You can ravish me. But you have to kiss me first, you know."
Those full lips, those blue eyes.
"Kiss me."
Inches from my face.
"Kiss me."
What the hell. I kissed her.
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