I’ll See You in Hell
-- by lightswitch © October 2007

[(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, 1st time lesbian, domination,
fantasy/horror (demoness), futanari]

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“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.”