The Curse of the Succubus
Copyright© 2011 by BobRooney
Chapter 2: The Curse of the Slave
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Curse of the Slave - 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
Her hand! It was cool and surprisingly gentle, calmly investigating my most private of parts, her eyes full of treacherous innocence. I gasped and for a few blissful moments lost control again, believing this to be some sweet dream: Pleasured by a hopelessly beautiful woman.
Then she suddenly removed her hand and laughed, and there was a sting in that laugh that woke me up.
"You have potential," she said, whispering into my ear. "But you must be bigger, and more responsive. Much more responsive."
Then her hand returned, and she began pulling. Pulling hard! I screamed in agony.
The pain was unbearable as her small hand and slender fingers pulled at my shaft with an intense force of the iron claw of an eagle. I pleaded with her to stop and I threatened her, but the look of pure delight on her face told me that she did not care.
"Excellent," she said after some excruciating seconds, releasing me. "Much better."
I looked down, sobbing. It had grown. Thicker. Longer. How was this possible? What was happening to me?
"Let's see," she murmured into my ear. She teasingly flexed her fingers in front of my face, and then the hand floated down there again, even thought I feverishly tried to move my body away, to bite her, to scream at her. No more pain!
But her touch was gentle this time. She stroked slowly outwards, her fingers enclosing my shaft. I could feel, despite my fear and agony, that my balls were contracting and that precious blood was pumping with greater and greater force into my member.
Soon I was hard and quivering, and my resistance was all gone, replaced with that curse eagerness all men are thralls to. Her slow stroking continued up a shaft that was a full foot long, and as thick as her slender arm.
I began yearning for release, some humongous explosion of mind and body, that would allow me to howl in satisfaction. But she remained calm and did not speed up her light touches.
"What?" she said, looking at me, stopping her motions.
I did not answer, just gasped.
"What did you say?" She waited for an answer, her hand an inch away from my massive trunk.
"Please..." In the end I had to whisper the answer, as she refused to touch me, and just looked inquisitively at my with those big, blue eyes.
"Yes..." she breathed. "But if I do that for you, then you must do something for me."
"W-what?"
"You must..." she licked her lips, "find pleasure when I call you
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