I’ll See You in Hell -- by lightswitch © October 2007 [(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, 1st time lesbian, domination, fantasy/horror (demoness), futanari] =========== “I’m a witch.” Cassandra looked up from her book to regard the girl who’d made this strange and unsolicited assertion. It was Stacy Peters, a weird Goth chick, universally shunned by just about everyone on campus. “I’m sure you’ll be more pleasant once your PMS has passed,” Cassandra quipped dismissively, as she went back to her book. Pale white fingers grabbed the top of the book and pushed it down onto the table. Stacy’s gaze was urgent as she kept one hand on the book, pinning it and preventing further reading. “No, really!” she whispered, urgently. “I am a witch! A real witch!” Cassandra looked at the Goth girl and flipped her long red hair in irritation. “Is there a reason you’ve decided to share this tidbit with me?” she sniped, leaning back and folding her arms. This table was hidden well back in the stacks, but she was worried that anyone else spending a late night in the Rare Books & Manuscripts campus library might think she was friends with this misfit. Stacy pulled up a chair – much too closely – and sat down next to her. “I need help!” she whispered, gently tugging on Cassandra’s arm. “You need help, all right,” Cassandra said, extricating her arm. “But I’m not qualified to give that kind of help. Try the Psych library.” She tried to pull her book away, but the Goth girl continued to balk her efforts. “No, really!” she pleaded. “I need help to go to the next level of spell casting and you’re the only one who can help me!” Cassandra was rapidly losing patience. “What kind of help is it that you think I can provide?” she snapped. The Goth girl’s large, dark eyes looked deeply into hers. “I need information on Summoning Rituals,” she said, softly. “And you’re the closest thing to a Demonologist on campus.” Cassandra’s eyes widened. Summoning rituals? Demonologist? Her pulse quickened. “How did you …?” She caught herself. It was true that Cassandra had always been fascinated by stories of demons and devils. She read voraciously on the subject: Fiction, documentaries, religious texts from different cultures … she couldn’t get enough of it. But to think of her as an expert in the study of demons … ! “That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. What makes you think I know about such things?” Stacy chuckled. “Rumors,” she said. “Gossip. That, and I got a part-time job at the library, here, and have been watching you.” Cassandra looked at the creepy, pale brunette, uneasily. She didn’t like the idea of someone prying into her personal life … essentially stalking her. “OK,” she admitted, “I *have* read a lot on that topic, but that hardly makes me a ‘Demonologist!’” Stacy chuckled again. “Oh, I know,” she said. “But, like I said, you’re the closest thing to a true Demonologist … who’s available … and who might be willing to help.” Cassandra was still irked at the little nerdette, but the mention of her favorite topic intrigued her. “What kind of help are you looking for?” she asked, cautiously. It *was* sort of flattering that someone with a research project had sought her out. The self-styled witch smiled broadly. “I need help summoning a demon!” she confessed, in a rush. Cassandra began gathering her textbooks. “That’s it,” she said. “I’m going home.” Stacy hung on Cassandra’s arm, imploringly. “Please!” she begged. “I just need to know the ritual!” Cassandra tried to shake the insistent Goth off. “You mean so you can actually try it?” the pretty red-head snapped. “Not to write a paper on the subject? That’s a waste of time . It’s fascinating stuff, but the reality is: There’s no such things as ‘demons.’” With unexpected strength, the pale brunette jerked Cassandra close, and whispered in her ear. “There is!” she whispered, urgently. “There *is* such a thing as demons!” “I have proof!” Cassandra stopped. Proof? Of the existence of demons?!? She knew it was impossible, but ….- “What kind of proof?” she asked, suspiciously. Almost reverently, Stacy pulled a massive book from her backpack. It was old and badly frayed, the dark leatherish cover peeling badly in several places. The Goth girl laid the book in front of Cassandra. Cassandra gasped as she recognized the faded lettering on the battered tome. “The Book of Ceremonial Magic!” she breathed, “by Arthur Edward Waite!” A period publication copy, too, by the looks of it. “Where did you … ?!?” she began to ask, deferentially caressing the weathered cover. The pretty little Goth looked at her imploringly. “It’s yours, if you help me!” she said. Cassandra’s eyes widened. An original printing of The Book of Ceremonial Magic?!? Such a volume would be almost priceless! While the tome was an incredible find, it was not “proof” of demons’ existence. Still, for such a reward, she could overlook Stacy’s logic flaw. “OK,” Cassandra sighed, trying to breathe normally, again. She figured that ‘making the attempt’ would be a good-faith gesture; no one said it had to succeed. She’d help with the ritual, nothing would happen, and Cassandra would be the new owner of this rare book! “You want to summon a demon,” Cassandra said. “OK, we can find a ritual for minor demons, but we can’t perform a ritual for anything bigger, because we don’t have the True Name of any major demons.” Cassandra chuckled. “Just as well, if you ask me,” the pretty redhead laughed, watching the dark-haired Goth girl go quiet. Silently, the pale brunette opened the battered tome to page 616. There, written in the margin, in faded ink, was a single phrase: ‘Surgatha, who overcomes all resistance and grants all wishes.’ Cassandra sucked in her breath. Surgatha? “Never heard of him,” she murmured. “I suppose that that might sound as if it could be a True Name. She found that she had started to sweat. Could this really be the True Name of a major demon? Having fun with a hoax and getting a fantastic reward was one thing. Heck, actually summoning a minor demon would be a mind-blowing experience! But trying to summon a major demon, if such things really did exist … ! “Surgatha …,” Cassandra mused, gazing at the margin note. “Maybe the reference was to Surgat , a minor demon mentioned in the Grimoire of Pope Honorius III.” She crinkled her brow, in thought. “Now, what was the tagline associated with him …?” She snapped her fingers as the answer came to her. “Surgat who opens all locks!" she said, triumphantly. “Yep, that *has* to be him! The names and taglines parallel too well to be a coincidence – ‘overcomes all resistance’ … ‘opens all locks’ – obviously just a different interpretation in some translation!” She breathed a sigh of relief. Even if, by some miracle, they *could* actually summon a demon, it would only be a minor one. Cassandra ran back to the stacks of books and began scanning titles. She pulled out a heavy tome, and began poring through the pages. Why didn’t they have indices, back then?!? “Here he is!” she exclaimed. “Or, at least a short synopsis on him.” She began reading aloud. “Surgath: His office is to discover and transport all treasures and perform anything that you may will. Stacy’s face was beaming. “Transport all treasures!” she breathed. “I like the sound of that!” “And perform anything that you will!” Cassandra noted. “That could explain the reference to ‘granting wishes!’” She felt giddy with excitement, even though she knew nothing would come of it: If the name, ritual, and invocations were all readily available in easily-obtained references, someone else would have already performed a successful summoning and verified it a long time ago. It had to be a load of superstitious bunk. “Oh well,” she thought. “It will still be fun.” She started pulling out books and making notes in her spiral binder. Soon, she had several pages full of scribbled phrases and diagrams. “Here’s how it’s done,” she began lecturing to the captivated witchling. “We’ll do the summoning tomorrow night. It has to be between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m., so let’s establish a buffer and start at 11:30.” The pretty Goth girl nodded, eagerly. “If he appears,” Cassandra continued, “the books say he will demand a hair from your head. But the texts say to give him one from a fox. Stacy looked alarmed. “What happens if he gets a hair of my head?” she asked. Cassandra gave her a wry smile. “It doesn’t say,” she warned, “but I’m sure we don’t want to find out.” Stacy gave her a perplexed look. “A fox?,” the Goth girl murmured. “Where are we going to get fox hair?” Cassandra pondered. “Does your mom have a fur coat or stole?” she asked. Stacy shook her head. “No,” she said, “we’re members of PETA. No fur or meat.” Cassandra’s mouth twisted in frustration. Where to get fox hair, in the 21st century …? A zoo? That could be dangerous; didn’t live foxes carry rabies or something? “Maybe we could go to a fur store and yank some from the displays?” Stacy suggested. Cassandra laughed. “Stacy!” she said. “That’s brilliant! I’ll let you handle that part. Just be sure you know the difference between a fox and a mink! It may not make a difference, but if the book says ‘fox,’ we’ll follow the book!” She went back to her notes and resumed her lecture. “Now, we will have to draw summoning circles,” Cassandra told the pale Goth girl. “A target pentagram for the summoned creature and a protective magic circle for you to stand in during the summoning. You cannot be harmed or forced from the protective circle against your will.” “The pentagram is easy,” she continued. “A five-pointed star within a circle. The protective circle is more complicated. It’s made up of two rings. The inner ring is fairly standard, with the name ‘TETRAGRAMMATON’ repeated three times, followed by the names ISMAEL, ADONAY, and IHUA.” The pretty red-head sketched quickly as she spoke. “In the second circle, it says we are to write ‘Come, SURGAT!’ three times. Seeing as we’ve found that alternate name spelling, let’s substitute SURGATHA, when we draw the circles. Stacy nodded and scooped up the spiral notebook. “Hey!” Cassandra protested. The Goth girl gave her a sullen look. “I’ll keep the notes,” she said. “It’s for my own protection. I want to trust you, but if you decided to run off and do the summoning yourself …” Cassandra repressed a flash of indignation. “Fine,” she said. “Keep the notes. I’ll see you at your place, tomorrow night. We’ll meet at 11:10 and prepare for the actual summoning at 11:30.” Stacy nodded and the two girls left the library, hearts racing with anticipation. * * * * * * It was about 5 past 11 p.m. as Cassandra arrived at Stacy’s dorm. “Running late,” she huffed, jogging towards the door. “I’d better call and let her know I’m almost there!” Cassandra quickly keyed Stacy’s number on her cell phone. The call was picked up on the first ring. “Hi, Stace?” Cassandra said. “I called to let you know I was running a little late. Just got to your dorm and will be up in about seven minutes. Did you get the fox hair?” She was greeted with laughter. “Stacey?” she asked, uneasily. “Is that you? Are you OK?” Stacy’s voice came back, tinny over the cellphone connection. “Oh, I’m fine,” she said, a noticeable edge to her voice. “In fact, I’ve already completed the preparations.” Cassandra stopped, suddenly apprehensive. That was good news, wasn’t it? “That’s great,” Cassandra laughed weakly. “That will save us a lot of time. I’ll give it a quick check when I …” “There isn’t going to be any ‘us,’” the Goth girl cut her off. “I realized that I don’t need you, anymore. I paid you for your help with the book. You don’t have any claim on further treasures.” Cassandra felt herself go cold, with disbelief and anger. “Stacy,” she choked. “It’s dangerous to summon demons – even minor ones! They’re masters of deceit and incredibly powerful! You need me to …” “I need you for nothing,” the voice on the cellphone broke in. “Go away. You’re out of the picture. I’m going to do the summoning without you.” Cassandra was furious. “I’ll see you in hell, first!” she screamed into the phone. “This is the chance of a lifetime! You can’t just cut me out, like this! You … !” The unbroken silence told her that the little Goth had hung up on her. With mounting anger, she began sprinting for the stairs. Stacy’s room was on the fourth floor. “Why am I so mad?” she wondered, taking the steps two at a time. “It’s not like there’s any real chance of success. It’s not like there was any possibility that Stacy would actually succeed in summoning a real demon!” Was there? It didn’t matter! If there was *any* chance of success ... ! She just had to be in on it. Hell, even if it was a complete flop – just going through an authentic ritual … ! Cassandra was not going to be denied! Especially by some bitchy little Goth witch-wannabe! Gasping for breath, the pretty redhead finally got to the fourth floor and staggered towards Stacy’s room. Did the little Goth girl have a roommate, Cassandra wondered. She dismissed the idea. Few girls would willingly room with such a social outcast. And anyway, if the pretty Goth was going to do a summoning, she’d make sure she was alone … at least tonight. Cassandra knocked at the door. “That’s stupid!” she thought, with a flush of embarrassment. “Like Stacy is going to just open the door and invite me in!” Grasping the doorknob, she pushed the door forcefully. It was unlocked. Inside, the room was bathed in candlelight. “Not part of the ritual,” Cassandra chuckled to herself, “but a nice effect, all the same.” Before she could even glance around to locate the treacherous Goth, Cassandra’s eyes were immediately caught by a fantastic, sensual figure, half-sitting/half-leaning on a short, faux-marble pedestal, in the middle of a large chalked pentagram on the floor, near the far wall. The figure was a girl … no … a woman. She was petite, maybe 5’2” and breathtakingly gorgeous. She had long, straight black hair that fell to the small of he rback, where her ass began to curve lusciously outward. The woman was completely nude and languidly fondled her large, full breasts. The fantastic creature had dark-reddish skin and looked vaguely Oriental or American Indian … except for the dainty horns that protruded from her forehead, and the expansive bat-like wings that were folded behind her. Long, shapely legs tapered into delicate cloven hooves and a sensuous, snakelike tail glided back and forth, behind her. Cassandra froze in the doorway. Time stood still for her and she forgot to breathe. “A demon!” she whispered. “A real, live demon!” Well, a demoness, to be accurate. Cassandra stood, mouth agape, unable to process what was happening. The stunning demoness looked at the stunned red-head and smiled. Cassandra felt a thrill of raw, sexual pleasure course through her. “Come in,” the lovely demoness purred. She arched her back, thrusting her large, red breasts forward while caressing her stiff, jutting black nipples. “Come in and worship me!” Cassandra was halfway across the room before she realized her danger. She forced herself to stop, ignoring the ache in her throbbing pussy as it drooled down her legs. “Succubus!” she gasped, forcing herself to take a few steps back. “You’re a succubus – a demon who preys on the sexual energies of men!” Cassandra’s mind was reeling. Waves of seductive power emanated from the infernal beauty, lapping over Cassandra, making her legs go weak with arousal. “Not just men,” the beautiful demoness purred. “Am I not the embodiment of every sexual fantasy you have ever had?” She stroked her hands slowly along the curves of her exquisite physique. “Don’t you want to drop to your knees before me and worship this perfect body?” Cassandra realized that she had, indeed, dropped to her knees. “I’ve never had lesbian fantasies,” the dazed redhead retorted, truthfully. Well, until now. “Must remember,” Cassandra muttered to herself. “This is a creature of pure Evil!” She forced herself to crawl backwards, away from the alluring demoness. Cassandra’s entire being ached with longing. She tried to exert her will and regain control. “The circle!” she thought. “If I can get into the protective magic circle …” She crawled towards her chalked goal, about four feet away. Cassandra’s mind whirled. This couldn’t be happening! A mythical creature … here, in the same room! In an ordinary dormitory room on an ordinary college campus! Stacy must have cast the summoning correctly, after all! “Stacy!” Cassandra gasped, looking up to confront the beautiful succubus. “Where’s Stacy?” Cassandra looked wildly around the room, but saw no sign of the pretty little Goth. She should have been standing inside the protective circle! But the Goth traitoress was nowhere to be seen. “What have you done with her?” Cassandra shouted, feeling her body shake with fear and lust. “The little witch-girl?” the succubus purred. Her melodious voice made Cassandra’s pussy spasm with pleasure. “She’s right here.” Surgatha made a graceful gesture with one elegant, deep-red hand, waving towards the pedestal on which she sat. Finally able to break her eyes away from the gorgeous demoness, Cassandra gasped as she saw what she had previously overlooked, under the sensual sway of the succubus: A nude girl sat facing her, with her back to the faux-marble pedestal. Her body was chained to the stone stand, arms pulled back cruelly with a length of chain that wrapped around the pedestal to ensnare both pale wrists. The girl’s head had been forced back to lay on top of the short, stone pedestal. And the beautiful, red demoness sat, daintily perched on the bound girl’s face, on top of the pedestal. “Stacy!” Cassandra cried. What had happened? How had the succubus ensnared the witch girl? Had Stacy succumbed to the demoness’ seductive aura? “She must have willingly left the protective circle,” Cassandra thought. “Stupid, greedy little bitch!” “Mmmmm!” the succubus moaned, wriggling her perfectly rounded ass down harder on the bound girl’s captive face. “Oh yes!” The demoness began panting gently as she tweaked her hard, black nipples and stroked her large, impossibly perfect breasts. “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh!” “Oh!!” She began gyrating on the bound Goth girl’s face, first slowly and then with more vigor. The erotic creature’s sultry dark eyes glazed over and her mouth hung open as her mounting excitement drove her to more wild and furious humping. Cassandra was unable to resist being affected by the beautiful succubus’ oncoming climax. With a shocked start, she realized her hands were up her own skirt, feverishly pleasuring herself in time to the demoness’ gyrations. Shamed, Cassandra reluctantly withdrew her now-sticky fingers. The room reeked of brimstone and pussy. The gorgeous demoness arched her back, her beautiful, dark lips parted in a soundless cry of passion that, nonetheless, reverberated through Cassandra’s skull. The dazed redhead whimpered in need, trying to ignore the succubus’ climax. The demoness went rigid, sitting on the pale brunette’s face, unmoving and obviously paralyzed in the throes of orgasm. Her long, red legs and her massive, black batwings were fully extended and stretched to the point of straining. Her petite hooves were quivering, extended and pointed towards the wall. The succubus sat like that for a full five minutes. If not for the waves of raw lust flowing from her, Cassandra would have sworn she was looking at an incredibly realistic statue. The intensity of the beautiful demoness’ climax proved to be too much; Cassandra’s own body began spasming as a sympathetic orgasm swept over her. The pretty redhead fell to the floor, twitching helplessly as she felt herself consumed with ecstasy, though untouched. Finally, the spell ebbed and faded. The demoness’ beautiful body shook and jerked violently as a fountain of vulgarities and profanities spilled from her constricted throat. She began savagely face-fucking the unmoving Goth girl, spraying saliva as she screamed mindless obscenties. Gradually, the bucking succubus slowed, trembling periodically as her grinding pelvis waivered in its attack on the motionless brunette. “Oh FUCK!” the succubus sighed in satisfaction, slowly sliding off her victim. “Didn’t see that coming!” She leaned down and patted the pale girl’s face. “Dangerous,” she murmured. “Did you plan that?” She regarded her unconscious victim. “No, of course not,” the panting demoness decided. “How could you have foreseen such a thing? Just a lucky twist for you.” She stood weakly, smiling cruelly at the unmoving brunette. “But not lucky enough,” she murmured, giving the bound Goth girl a vicious kick to the side with a petite hoof. There was no response from Stacy. “Is she dead?” Cassandra wondered, looking at the unmoving witch girl as she slowly picked herself up from the floor and backed away from the smiling succubus. Taking advantage of the respite, Cassandra scampered into the protective circumference of the magic circle, sketched on the floor, about 10 feet from the pentagram. Stacy looked impossibly pale, her face smeared with cunt juice, giving her a waxy, corpse-like look. “Forget her,” said a sultry voice that almost physically ripped Cassandra’s attention away. “Focus on me!” Instinctively, Cassandra averted her eyes. Who knew how powerful the succubus’ attraction and ability to arouse really were? “Succubus!” Cassandra shouted. “Stay away!” A lilting, strangely brittle laugh, like a windchime of crystal shards, tantalized Cassandra’s ears. “So formal,” the beautiful demoness pouted. “Is that any way to talk to your soon-to-be lover?” “Lover?” Cassandra thought. “I’ll see you in hell, first!” But she said nothing. The succubus’ long, dark eyelashes fluttered alluringly. “Call me Surgatha,” she purred. Cassandra tried to ignore her unwanted, twisted attraction to the demoness and attempted to gather her wits. Maybe she could figure out what had gone wrong … how to salvage the situation. How to escape. “The succubus walks around, but remains in the pentagram,” Cassandra noted, trying to focus on her surroundings. “Good thing, too! It’s all I can do to keep from dropping to my knees and going down on that beautiful bitch, right now – even within the shelter of the protective circle. If she touched me … if she kissed me …!” The pretty redhead tried to repress the sensual shudder of arousal that coursed through her. Her eyes traced the circumference of the pentagram, and then the protective circle. Had Stacy unwittingly broken one or both? That seemed to be the most common error summoners made, in the stories she’d read. Cassandra’s eyes followed the circular outlines, chalked on the tiled floor. No. Everything seemed to be intact. No breaks. No smeared words. “What happened here?” Cassandra agonized. “How did the succubus gain power of Stacy? The demoness remained entrapped in the pentagram. Stacy should have been safe in the protective circle. What had gone wrong? Had the little Goth chick succumbed to the demoness’ seductive powers? The creature’s aura of sensuality had nearly overwhelmed Cassandra, and she she was straight. Maybe the self-styled witch girl had some hidden lesbian tendencies? If that was the case, Cassandra knew, she’d have had no chance to resist the beautiful succubus. “Come,” Surgatha purred. “Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasies. Tell me your desires.” The demoness ran her hands up and down her perfect body, raking her long nails across the tender, deep-red flesh. “I shall grant your every wish Visions flashed, unbidden, through Cassandra’s mind. Gold. Jewels. Money. Power. Sex. The chance to change herself – to improve any part of her physical appearance. Bigger boobs? Irresistable face? An ass that would make men cum just by looking at it? “We have eternity,” the succubus whispered, encouragingly. “I shall grant *every* wish you make.” Making such an offer seemed to be exciting the demoness, intensely. Her petite, red hands slid to the dark, mysterious patch between her crimson legs. “Command me!” the succubus gasped, sliding one hand between her own glistening labia. “What is your first wish? What do you desire?” Cassandra saw through the succubus’ trick: She knew that any breathing human would wish for sex with the demoness. Once that wish was made, the evil bitch would have complete control over their senses … their minds … their bodies! But those images … the possibilities, if one could resist the seduction … ! Cassandra’s mind spun. “My every wish …” she thought. “I can have anything. Do anything. Be anything.” Her eyes remained riveted on the gorgeous demoness who was pleasuring herself as she stood within the confines of the pentagram. “Anything …” “No!” came a weak, trembling voice. Cassandra snapped out of her trance, her head jerking as if she’d been slapped. “Who …?” Still chained to the stone pedestal, the pale brunette had raised her head and was looking at Cassandra with tear-streaked face. “Don’t do it,” Stacy sobbed. “That’s how she got me! She tricked me! I … “ Her voice faltered. “I made a wish,” she confessed, voice dropping to almost a whisper, as her face flushed with shame. A cold, hard expression fell over the demoness’ face. “And I granted it, didn’t I?” she hissed, stalking over to Stacy and pulling the Goth girl’s head back, by the hair. Surgatha banged the chained brunette’s head back on the top of the stone pedestal. “I fulfilled your desire -- exactly as you stated!,” she spat. “You made only one wish. You could have made more!” The succubus paused to give the bound Goth girl and almost loving caress. “You can still make more,” she murmured. The pretty brunette sobbed. “I wished …,” she cried, trying to turn her tear-streaked face towards Cassandra, “I wished for a sexually exciting face.” “Which is exactly what I gave you,” the succubus declared, turning to seat herself once again on the chained girl’s face. “You now have the most sexually exciting face in the world!” The demoness began to slowly rub herself against the brunette’s pinned, upturned face. “Oh yes,” the succubus murmured, eyes almost turning up into her head. “So exciting … ! So arousing … ! No one possesses a face capable of giving such sexual pleasure!” Her hard, black nipples stiffened even further as she began to slowly fuck the Goth girl’s face, again. “Fucking addictive!” the demoness murmured. “You really have to try this,” she murmured, licking her lips as she gazed evenly at Cassandra. She caressed her large, crimson breasts. “Her face doesn’t even have to be in contact with your pussy!” The succubus laughed, inching forward and reaching back to spread the cheeks of her perfect, rounded. Red ass. “Wherever her face touches, it sexually excites!” The demoness explained, as her long, tapered tail slowly wrapped around the Goth girl’s pale throat and tightened, in pleasure. Cassandra regarded the demonic beauty with horror. “So that’s it!” she thought. “She gained the upper hand by twisting Stacy’s wish! Stacy hadn’t been forced from the protective circle! She’d been tricked!” Cassandra watched the succubus viciously clench her beautiful red ass on the Goth girl’s face. The muscular tail also tightened, garroting the pinned witch-girl, until the pallid brunette finally slumped, unconscious. Reluctantly and with great effort, the demoness dismounted her victim’s slimed face. “Have to be careful,” she winked at Cassandra. “Her face is addictively arousing, even to me. Too much time on it and even I’d fall under its spell.” She eyed the horrified redhead and licked her lips, as if Cassandra was a particularly luscious pastry. “You liked that, didn’t you?” the succubus murmured, stroking her alluring red body. “You got aroused seeing me ride your little witch-friend’s face, didn’t you.” The demoness pulled the unconscious Goth girl up, until she was lying on top of the pedestal. Somehow, the chains binding Stacy shifted, magically accommodating the change in position, while still binding the insensible brunette. “Would you like to watch me fuck her?” the succubus whispered, huskily, spreading the Goth girl’s pale legs but never breaking her intent, seductive gaze with Cassandra. She began rubbing her glistening crotch against the helpless Goth’s. Cassandra tried to ignore her throbbing, aroused cunt and the juices running freely down both legs. “No!” she lied. “Seeing two women go at it doesn’t excite me. I am not a lesbian! Pussies just don’t do it for me.” The succubus smiled. “Not into pussies?” she pouted. “You don’t know what you’re missing. There’s nothing like one pussy completely dominating and overpowering another. It’s the height of raw sexuality!” The demoness turned and thrust her pelvis lewdly at the defiant redhead. “Still,” Surgatha smiled, “if pussy doesn’t do it for you, maybe you’d prefer something a bit more crude and overt.” To her amazement, Cassandra saw the demoness’ out-thrust pelvis begin to twitch and change shape. Surgatha’s glistening crimson pussy lips puffed out from the body-hugging patch of jet-black pubic hair nestled between her red legs. Slowly, her swollen labia began to compress, merging as they inflated and expanded. Cassandra watched in horrified disbelief as the succubus began sprouting an enormous, erect, scarlet phallus. With each of the succubus’ straining grunts, the improbable cock grew a little more. The demoness eventually stopped straining and let out a breath of relief. Her newly-formed cock had reached the size of a man’s leg, from hip to toe, and was as thick as Cassandra’s thigh. If it had been flaccid, the massive cockhead, and several inches of thick shaft would have actually laid on the floor, as the petite demoness stood, smiling at Cassandra. But the gigantic member was not flaccid. “So,” the sultry succubus sighed, fondling her turgid new appendage. “You’re not into pussy …” “Is this better?” Cassandra was speechless, her gaze fixated on the freakishly large cock jutting out from the curvaceous demoness’ pubic patch. The beautiful succubus pulled her huge phallus up between her large, full breasts and began gently thrusting her pelvis back and forth while squeezing her breasts together, around it. “You like this?” the beautiful demoness breathed, huskily. Despite herself, Cassandra watched, entranced, as the gorgeous succubus tit-fucked herself for several minutes as she leaned back against the chained, comatose brunette. “It *is* nice …” Surgatha eventually sighed, giving her massive knob a quick lick and kiss whenever it bobbed near her mouth before disappearing again between her large, squeezed-together breasts. “But why go solo when you can rape someone?” The lovely demoness turned and grabbed the unconscious chained girl by the ankles. “Now,” she murmured, “Wanna watch me fuck your friend?” Cassandra tried to protest … to deny her arousal … but found that all she could do was watch. The beautiful succubus spread the witch-girl’s pale legs wide, keeping a firm grip on the brunette’s ankles. Swiveling her lovely, red hips, she positioned her thick, swollen member towards the unconscious Goth girl’s drooling gash. “You wish this was you, don’t you,” the succubus mouthed, winking at Cassandra. The aroused redhead blushed in shame, wondering if the beautiful demoness had read her mind, but shook her head, defiantly. The succubus’ enormous cockhead pressed against the unconscious brunette’s pussy. Cassandra moaned as she saw Stacy’s swollen cuntlips stretch to their limit, just to accept the tip of the demoness’ gigantic member. “Maybe we can loosen her up a bit, eh?” the succubus winked, slowly sliding the blunt tip of her long, tapered tail between the passed-out girl’s pale ass cheeks. The muscular tail began sliding in and out of the Goth girl’s anus, establishing a rhythm. “Yeah, there we go,” the succubus sighed. “Nothing loosens up a lover like a little ass-fucking, right?” She leered at Cassandra, who felt her pussy gush in response. “Have to maintain control,” Cassandra thought, fighting against the arousal she was experiencing, watching Surgatha sexually violate the comatose Goth girl. “This is how she hopes to beat me – by exciting me to the point where I wish for sex with her! I must resist!” The demonic dominatrix continued to press her enormous cockhead against the chained brunette’s straining pussy. “Take it, slut,” the succubus hissed, pushing forward harder. “Here, let me help you a bit.” The demoness gave a nod and the pale brunette’s pussy magically widened under the assault. With a firm thrust, the demoness buried the head of the enormous cock in the girl’s battered pussy. “There we go!” the succubus sighed, watching the Goth girl’s eyes fly open. “Ah, looks as if *that* brought you around!” The demoness began thrusting into the chained girl, pushing the mammoth cock a little deeper, each time. Stacy didn’t appear to be able to talk; she could only grunt loudly each time the outlandish organ was thrust into her. Cassandra could actually see the bulge of the cock as it distended the chained brunette’s abdomen, with each thrust. “You ready to make a wish?” the succubus asked, leering at Cassandra. “Or do you want to watch me fuck your friend a little more?” The demoness had increased her pace and had succeeded in stuffing about half of her enormous cock into the witch-girl’s over-stretched pussy. Cassandra could only watch, hypnotized by the massive, plunging phallus; the sides of the thick, scarlet shaft slick with Stacy’s juices. Cassandra’s thighs quivered in helpless arousal and she squeezed her legs tightly, trying to suppress the slick, sick, erotic feelings that threatened to overwhelm her. “God help me,” she whimpered, softly, “I do wish that was …” she quickly bit her tongue. No! Don’t say such a thing out loud! “Make a wish!” the succubus cajoled, sliding the final bulk of her mammoth cock into the helpless Goth girl. Stacy’s eyes had turned back up into her head and she could only give a loud grunt each time the huge cock slid deeply into her. A rivulet of drool trickled, unnoticed, from the corner of her mouth. Cassandra tried to turn her head, but was unable to tear away from the depraved, infernal rape in front of her. A huge bulge distended the Goth girl’s stomach and moved up between her breasts, with each of the demoness’ thrusts. “She should be dead,” Cassandra realized, dully. “Surgatha must be using some kind of demonic magic to increase the elasticity of Stacy’s body.” With each thrust, the bulge of the demoness’ mammoth cock pressed up through the Goth girl’s belly; pushed her pale, white breasts apart; expanded and filled the twitching witch girl’s throat; before swelling her cheeks. Then the great crimson cockhead appeared, glistening and dark, trying to protrude from between her cruelly stretched lips. “MAKE A WISH!” the succubus demanded, now brutally slamming her enormous cock into the spasming brunette chained before her. Cassandra could hear the slap of the demoness’ enormous, cantaloupe-sized balls, slapping against the dazed Goth girl’s ass with each thrust. “No!” the dazed redhead gasped, trying to shut her eyes. “I won’t!” She was trembling with lust but determined not to give in. With a stab of terror, she realized she couldn’t look away … couldn’t shut her eyes. Her own pussy throbbed with an arousal she’d never experienced before … a level of arousal that actually frightened her. “I don’t know if I can survive this level of arousal,” she realized. “MAKE A WISH!” the succubus commanded, savagely fucking the insensate witch-girl, who could now only gurgle sporadically as she was pounded. “Never!” Cassandra shouted, trying desperately to pull her fingers away from her own puddling pussy. “You can’t make me! You can’t force me to do anything, as long as I stay in the protective circle!” “I’ll have you as my personal slut before the night is out!” the beautiful demoness gloated as she continued raping her victim, her mammoth cock blurring as it pistoned in and out of the chained Goth girl. “You’ll be down on your knees, with my cock down your throat, cumming just from sucking me off.” The arrogant bitch! Cassandra seethed in indignation, her growing fury momentarily pushing aside the all-consuming lust beating down on her. “I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL!” Cassandra spat, shouting defiantly. The demoness pulled out of the limp witch girl and waved her massive member lewdly at Cassandra. “I’ll slide my cock so far down your throat that I’ll fuck your pussy, from the other end,” the infernal seductress laughed. The beautiful demoness’ face suddenly grew serious, her features twisted in anger. “YOUR WISH!” the succubus shouted. “YOUR WISH IS THAT …” “I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL!” Cassandra repeated, screaming her answer as she desperately tried to maintain the anger that was the only thing distracting her from the burning lust consuming her body. A brilliant flash of scarlet light blinded her and the overpowering stench of sulfur stung her nose. The floor beneath her grew warm. Cassandra felt a surge of fear. “Something just happened!” she thought, fighting down panic as she furiously blinked her eyes to regain her vision. But what? “I didn’t do anything!” she muttered, in anger and growing trepidation. “I didn’t do anything wrong! I *know* I didn’t!” Slowly vision returned. She was in a cavern, dimly lit by unseen flames. She was on her knees, completely nude, in front of … “Surgatha!” Cassandra gasped, terror clenching her throat. The succubus was free! But how?!? There was no way the demoness could have forced Cassandra from the protective circle! And the pentagram should have confined the bitch until she was released by the summoner, or at least by someone outside the pentagram! Had Stacy somehow recited a Release incantation? “No way,” Cassandra realized, “that hadn’t been in the notes she stole.” Had the Goth girl accidentally compromised the circle? Cassandra didn’t see how, remembering her last view of Stacy as being chained to the pedestal, fresh from getting raped by the newly-dicked demoness. Then how … ?!? A warm, sensual hand caress Cassandra’s face and she felt her last vestiges of resistance fade. The succubus grasped the kneeling redhead’s face and positioned it in front of her obscenely bobbing mammoth cock. “What a strange wish,” Surgatha chuckled, pressing her enormous cockhead against the kneeling redhead’s mouth. Cassandra felt her lips part as the tip of the massive cock pushed against her mouth. She could taste Stacy’s juices. “But I didn’t make any wish!” Cassandra futilely tried to scream, as the massive cockhead plugged her mouth. “I always grant their wishes,” Surgatha sighed, magically adjusting the elasticity of Cassandra’s overstretched mouth so it could expand even further, to take the full girth of the demoness’ gigantic member. Hot tears of frustration and despair welled up in Cassandra’s eyes as she choked on the enormous phallus that worked its way further down her throat. “Not fair,” she thought, as the enormous phallus distended her throat and slid slowly down between her breasts. “I didn’t make any wish she could twist!” Surgatha dropped to her knees, in order to keep sliding the massive phallus into the weeping redhead. Cassandra’s body was forced from a kneeling to a horizontal position. She fell to her hands and knees, as the massive cock began to spit her like a suckling pig. She felt her eyes magically compelled to look up, into the cruel gaze of the beautiful succubus who continued to leisurely face-fuck the sobbing redhead. “You see me,” the succubus murmured, smiling pitilessly as she continued fucking her new sex-slave’s mouth, throat, and body. Breaking all known rules of reality, Cassandra felt the massive cock push all the way through her body, the bulbous head pushing out through her cruelly-stretched pussy. “Welcome to hell,” Surgatha sighed triumphantly, thrusting her pelvis rhythmically as she face-fucked the spitted redhead. “Your wish is granted.”