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Subject: {ASSM} Demonette (MF, FF, MM, relig, nc, anal, supernatural horror)
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Demonette (MF, FF, MM, relig, nc, anal, supernatural horror) Leah S.

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   I am, I have to admit, a lapsed Catholic (and that's the best kind of
Catholic).  So for me, this story is all about getting back to my roots.

   Feedback (by email to leahs31@hotmail.com) is always appreciated.

   You can read all my other stories at
/files/Authors/Leah_S.

   Love, L.

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   The succubus slouched in a swivel chair, moodily watching the mortal
woman hunched over the laptop in front of her.

   The human was unremarkable in appearance - short, slim and mousy - but
had an avid sexual look in her eyes.  She had dropped her jeans at the foot
of her chair and was now rubbing her labia with one hand while attempting
to type with the other.

   The succubus, while she was over six thousand years older than the
mortal woman, was more attractive by far.  Every aspect of her form was
designed to arouse.  She was slender, with shapely, high breasts and
pointed nipples.  Her hairless pubic mound jutted out lewdly between long,
smooth thighs.  But her red skin, small horns and talon-like nails showed
her demonic origins - and, folded between her back and the chair, she had
broad, black, bat-like wings.

   She, too, was masturbating, with one hand spreading her vaginal lips and
three fingers of her other hand thrust deeply between them.  Despite this,
she was beginning to frown in displeasure.

   "For fuck's sake, learn to type with more than one finger," she snarled.
She knew very well that the mortal could not see her and could only
perceive her voice as a far-off whisper on the edge of her subconscious,
but the slow pace of the woman's typing was becoming increasingly
irritating.

   It had been an slow day so far for this daughter of Lilith.  She had
captured no souls whatsoever, although she had done some groundwork that
might lead to future conquests.  After a night spent intruding on the
dreams of mortals and bringing them disturbing sexual thoughts, she had
spent the morning in sloth and idleness.  Finally she had risen at noon to
resume her evil work.

   Invisible as always, she had taken to the air and flown to a local
college.  Here she had slipped into the cafeteria as lunch was beginning.
She had leapt onto the bench where food was prepared, strutted over the
bench - naked and masturbating - and sprayed jets of her aphrodisiac sexual
fluids onto the food.  The teenagers who ate from the tainted dishes would
be troubled by thoughts of temptation.  They would pay little heed to their
teachers and would spend their afternoon fantasising about each other and
trying to masturbate without being noticed.  Those who were sexually
innocent, had been baptized and prayed regularly would not be affected -
"but that'll only be one in twenty, if that," she'd muttered to herself.

   In the early afternoon, the demoness had tried to tempt a married
executive to seduce his secretary.  But he was absorbed in his quarterly
reports and paid no attention to her whispered words.  Disgusted, she had
cursed him and stalked out.  She had then returned to the suburbs to pursue
one of her pet projects.

   For some time she had been trying to break up a married couple, as the
first step towards leading both of them astray.  Normally she would not
even have been able to enter their home, but they had been married in a
registry office rather than a church, and of course this had no sacramental
value whatsoever.

   Entering the house by an upstairs window, she had gone straight to the
study.  As usual, the wife was home and at the computer; the succubus had
sat down beside her and peered at the screen.

   Many of the other children of Lilith complained that tempting mortals
was difficult in this modern age.  She disagreed entirely.  The rise of
atheism, worthless charismatic sects and stupid cults such as Buddhism
meant that many humans were spiritually unprotected.  One simply had to be
able to use modern methods.  Computers represented a baffling enigma to
many of her sisters but a useful tool to her.

   This woman had been writing an innocent email, but after a couple of
subliminal suggestions from the she-demon she closed it and began work on a
new letter.  For some weeks now, the succubus had been encouraging her to
write obscene messages to an anonymous correspondent on an Internet chat
site.

   These letters were remarkable epistles of filth, of which the demoness
was justly proud.  They served several purposes.  They were causing the
woman to have depraved thoughts; they were leading her to sexually abuse
herself, sometimes for hours at a time; and some day, the woman's husband
would find them in her Sent Items and succumb to jealousy.  Although not
normally given to anger, he would be enraged and would likely beat her,
ravish her, divorce her, or (as the succubus hoped) do all three in
succession.

   Before the succubus had finished dictating the second paragraph, though,
she felt an occult sensation tugging at her.  She sprang to her feet, her
wings unfolding (a small breeze skimmed around the study, wafting papers
about) and stared around her.

   A moment later, there was a sudden puff of smoke, and she vanished...

   -----------------------------------

   She reappeared in a lighted room.  Squinting through the smoke that had
accompanied her arrival, she tried to get her bearings.  No doubt she had
been summoned by a mortal: it would not be the first time and would not be
the last.  It always brought a certain apprehension - a sorcerer with a
sufficient grasp of theology could bind her to service, send her back to
Hell, or confine her indefinitely.  But, in this secular age, few had any
real learning or true belief.

   Her summoner would also be able to see through her cloak of
invisibility. Generally God's laws prevented humans from seeing her, except
in dreams; but her summoner would be able to see her physical form - and
touch it, if he or she so wished.

   The smoke cleared to reveal what appeared to be the living room of a
suburban house.  The curtains were closed: incongruously, she noticed, all
the framed photographs in the room had been turned around.  Standing facing
her was a short bearded man wearing an improbable robe (had he sewn it
himself?) In one hand he held a black volume - seventeenth century, from
the look of it - and in the other hand, he held a cross.  She hissed at the
crucifix, but found herself able to look at it without too much discomfort.
Clearly he was not a pious man.

   Gloating, he dropped the book onto the carpet and took a step towards
her.  "It worked!  It worked!  Now to speak with it..." he gathered his
thoughts...  "exspectata, malum creatura..."

   "Speak English - I do.  Why have you summoned me?"

   The sorcerer's lustful gaze flicked up and down her lithe body.  "Ego
votum, uh, connubialis...  iucunditas vobis."

   "For fuck's sake," the succubus hissed, "speak English.  Your Latin is
abominable.  Were you trying to say that you wanted to have sex with me?"

   "Uh, yes." He began to pull his robe off, revealing a pale but hairy
chest, while warily clutching the cross in one hand.  "I didn't expect
you'd speak English...  but it makes things easier.  But yes, by this book
and cross, I command you to do my bidding tonight."

   "I can't see your magic circle." She looked around.  "And I don't feel
constrained.  You do have some form of protective charm, don't you?"

   "I have this holy cross - and the power of my will!  You must obey me."
He dropped his robe to the ground, revealing a pair of striped boxers.

   "Ah yes - your mighty will.  I see, I see.  Well then, consider me
bound." She stepped over to his couch and reclined on it, stroking her hips
suggestively.  "If you put the cross down, we can get straight into it. 
Doesn't seem like I have too much tempting to do."

   "The cross stays." He brandished it at her defiantly.

   "Oh, get serious, idiot.  You're not going to be able to keep hold of it
the whole time.  Just put it down, take off those ridiculous garments and
come over here." She rolled onto her back and began to idly caress her
pointed breasts.

   "Very well!  You are bound to do my bidding.  But I will chastise you
with the cross if you disobey." He cast the cross aside and eagerly pushed
his boxers down, revealing a pale and unimpressive erection.  Underwear
halfway down his thighs, he paused for a moment.  "There is...  something
first."

   "What is it then?" The demoness sighed.

   "I have read that you succubi...  you can take the form of a woman to
please your lovers...  a man...  or something in between, a
hermaphrodite..."

   "So you can read, at least.  What do you want me to be?"

   "A hermaphrodite...  possessing the breasts and form of a woman... 
combined with the endowment of a man!"

   "I understand 'shemale' is the common parlance nowadays.  You want me to
grow a cock, is that it?"

   "Yes!"

   "Well, you're a worthless Sodomite, if you ask me," the she-demon
muttered.  "However, here goes." She slid both hands down her slim, red
belly and clasped her groin, muttering to herself in Hebrew.  The sorcerer
stepped closer to watch, tugging eagerly on his semi-erect penis.

   Suddenly her eyes blazed yellow and her hips bucked.  A vile curse
escaped her lips.  She pulled away her hands, revealing a smooth bulge
beginning to emerge between her legs.  Repeating the invocation over and
over, she watched the new organ grow and take shape.

   When the succubus had finished, she lay back on the couch, using one
hand to nurse her new cock.  Slim, red, and six inches in length, the
diabolical member was erect and ready for use.  It arched upwards from
above her tempting vaginal lips, and a small pair of balls hung between the
two.

   "I'm done.  Why don't you get down on your knees and suck it," she
suggested, waving it in his direction.

   "Indeed, I shall!" Eyes shining, he dropped to his knees beside her,
licking his lips as he prepared for the evil parody of worship.

   -----------------------------------

   "All right," she cooed a few minutes later, "you can stop now."

   "What?" He lifted his head from her groin, a few drops of sulphurous
liquid dripping from his sparse beard.

   "It's time for the next part." She pushed him away and sat up on the
couch, holding her cock in one hand.  "Why don't you sit on this and
rotate..."

   "Rotate?  Is this some ritual?  Clockwise or counter-clockwise?"

   "For fuck's sake!  Just sit on it.  I know you want it..."

   Needing no further encouragement, he turned around, pushed his rear
towards her and gingerly backed up until he was straddling her groin.  "I
command you to penetrate me, demon!  But not too fast..."

   "Pussy." She grasped his hips with clawed hands and pulled him towards
her, lodging her cockhead between his ass cheeks.

   "Agh!  It's too big!"

   "You're too much of a pussy, is the truth." Clasping him firmly, she
pushed the tip of her member into his tight entrance.

   "Ow!  Take it out!"

   "For fuck's sake!  Stop whining.  Look, I know a spell that will help.
You'll repeat it after me.  Ready?  Laus omnipotens diabolus..."

   "Laus omnipotens...  diabolus?"

   "Again."

   "Laus omnipotens diabolus!"

   "Again!  Say it over and over!"

   "Laus omnipotens diabolus!  Laus omnipotens diabolus!  Laus omnipotens
diabolus!"

   "Good!  Keep saying it...  while we fuck."

   Chanting the evil charm over and over, the summoner was gradually
overcome by a sexual frenzy.  The succubus laughed maliciously for a few
moments, then pulled him down onto her.  With a succession of ruthless
thrusts, she buried her cock into him until only her balls and vagina were
showing between his thighs.  The incantation made him quite insensitive to
the pain of the rough penetration, but heightened his sexual desire.

   "More!  More!  Laus omnipotens diabolus!  Laus omnipotens diabolus! 
Fuck me!"

   "Oh, I will, believe me." She bared her teeth in a diabolical grin. 
"Just keep reciting the spell."

   Concentrating, the succubus opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue
out.  It stretched between her swollen lips - and extended further, and
further, like a wet pink snake.  Reaching the summoner's shoulder, it slid
down over his hairy chest.  He was concentrating so deeply on the Satanic
chant that he only noticed the tongue when it reached his groin and flicked
over the head of his penis.

   "Agh!  What's that!"

   "Aghgha," muttered the succubus indistinctly, open-mouthed.  She curled
the diabolical tongue around his cock - once, twice, three times around -
and started to squeeze.  At the same time, she bucked her hips into his
rear.

   "Unh...!  Laus omnipotens diabolus!"

   -----------------------------------

   Some time later, the amateur wizard was reaching the limit of his
endurance.  Semen spattered the rug in front of him, testament to three
orgasms forced from him by the succubus's cock and tongue.  Only the
incantation was keeping him going, in a dazed sexual haze.

   The succubus's tongue suddenly uncurled and sprang back over his
shoulder and into her mouth, like a recoiling spring.  Droplets of saliva
sprayed across the carpet.  "Enough!" she hissed.  "You've damned yourself
thoroughly.  It's time to end this farce."

   She spread her legs and closed her eyes, straining with effort. 
Bizarrely, her testacles started to swell, as if inflated by a pump.  They
grew and grew, reaching the size of twin golf balls...  tennis balls... 
finally, baseballs.  A strange heat emanated from them.  The scent of
scorching upholstery swelled the room as the accursed glands grew hotter
and hotter, finally beginning to glow a dull orange.  Though the summoner's
thighs and scrotum were scorched by the heat, hairs curling up and
crisping, he didn't even notice.  The evil spell had removed all sense of
pain.

   "Ah!  Satan!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Yes!" The succubus slammed her cock deep
into the mortal's rectum, flung back her head and closed her eyes.  "Fuck!
I'm cumming!" With a hissing gush, her balls jetted forth her ejaculate. 
But, rather than semen, it was liquid fire that coursed into his bowels -
the fire of Hell!

   In a second, the summoner's midsection was blasted into blackening
shreds.  Flames burst out from dozens of rents and darted in all
directions. Burning, he toppled sideways, sliding off her lap.  He was dead
before he hit the floor, and his soul was doubtless en route for Hell -
doomed by the practice of witchcraft and the evil words he had uttered.

   "Let that be a lesson to you," she muttered, slumping backwards onto the
couch, "always use protection." The phrase 'foolish mortal' seemed designed
for this idiot, she reflected.  He had possessed enough occult knowledge to
summon her but not enough to weather the consequences.

   Taking a deep breath, she rose to her feet.  It was time to destroy the
evidence of what had taken place here.  She had no fingerprints and no DNA,
but an occult investigator could still reconstruct the scene.

   Standing over the smoking shreds of her victim, she thrust her hips
forward lewdly and jacked herself with both slender hands.  Her balls
glowed again, like a furnace being stoked.  In about a minute, her orgasm
resumed.  Liquid fire jetted from her cock, spraying across the room. 
Wherever it landed, flames sprang up instantly, running over the
upholstery, drapes and carpet.  She turned slowly, lighting a circle of
fire around her - and vanished again.

   -----------------------------------

   She reappeared in a dark room.  The only light emanated from a
candelabrum, sitting on a nearby bench...  and a circle of green symbols
inscribed around her feet.  Being a creature of darkness, though, she could
see the room quite clearly: a dusty basement, with cardboard boxes, tools,
and old furniture shoved into the corners to make room for the magic
circle. The room was only too familiar, and so was its other occupant; a
slim young woman with dyed red hair, too much eyeshadow, and an
over-elaborate Gothic outfit.

   "What the hell do you want?" hissed the succubus.

   "Nice to see you, too," the young woman replied primly.  "Hope I wasn't
interrupting anything?"

   "You have no idea," the hellspawn muttered.  "Fuck!  It's tight in here.
Draw the fucking circle a bit bigger next time, why don't you?" Indeed, her
wings were pressed tightly against her back.  Her cock, meanwhile, was
shrinking back into her groin (leaving a thin trail of smoke) and her balls
were quickly cooling and retracting.  Even her nails were shrinking as the
protective circle did its work.

   "If you granted some of my wishes like you keep saying you're going to,
I'd have a bigger flat with a bigger basement and we'd have more room." She
perched on the edge of an ageing armchair, arms folded.

   "I'm a demon of lust.  I provide you with sexual gratification.  If you
want a bigger flat, summon a demon of fucking real estate.  Now how about
letting me out?"

   "You may step out of the circle.  But behave yourself." She reached one
booted foot forward, scuffed out two or three sigils.

   "I doubt I have much choice about that.  Judging by your past record,
you've probably got a half dozen talismans hanging off of you." The
she-demon gingerly stepped out of the broken circle, unfurled her wings and
stretched them.  At full extension, they brushed the walls of the dingy
basement.

   "Just one today, but it will do the trick." The young witch smugly
reached for one of the silver chains round her neck, held up the locket
dangling from it.  "The finger-bone of Saint Cuthbert.  I bought it on Ebay
for three hundred bucks, but it does appear to be authentic."

   "Ah yes, Cuthbert...  a miserable old prick as I recall.  I tried to
tempt him on various occasions.  Never got anywhere."

   "Yes, well.  I believe the amulet will be enough to keep you in line?"

   "If it wasn't, we wouldn't be chatting now.  Remind me one day to tell
you what happened to the last mortal who summoned me without proper
protection." She leant against a filing cupboard, arms folded under her
chest, letting the woman stare at her jutting breasts.  "Let's get down to
business.  Usual story - you've not had the guts to ask your little friend
Samantha out, and you want me to throw you a sympathy fuck?"

   "You're bitchy today!  On the rag again?"

   "Bitch yourself!" snarled the succubus.  "And I wouldn't joke if I were
you.  Today you've got the upper hand, but one day you'll be dead and I'll
be using your soul for a cunt-rag in Hell."

   "That's enough out of you." The redhead's heavily lipsticked mouth
thinned to a curt line.  "Play nice - and that's an order.  Otherwise I'll
send you back where you came from."

   "I wish you would.  I was in the middle of something.  Cleaning up after
myself."

   The young witch laughed and started to pull her top over her head.  "I
can just picture you with a vacuum cleaner."

   "Well, I can just picture you with a flaming stake shoved up your
asshole until it comes out your mouth," muttered the succubus.

   "What's that?"

   "Nothing," retorted the she-demon defiantly, sliding her hands down to
her groin, where her cock was starting to swell again.

   -----------------------------------

   Not long after, the succubus was seated in the armchair, ectoplasmic
juices seeping into the dusty seat.  Her slender six-inch prick arched
towards the dyed red pussy of the young witch, who was straddling her.  The
scent of female excitement was in the air, mingled with a trace of sulphur.

   "Come on," the redhead whispered huskily.  "Give Mama that thing.  She
can take it."

   The she-devil's hands twined around her summoner's waist.  She lifted
her hips; her cock pushed upwards, probed between swollen labia, slipped
out again with a slurping sound.  It rubbed along the length of the slit,
teased the woman's clitoris, then back again (quickly dipping into the wet
entrance).  It slid back even further, tickled the perineum, brushed
against the quivering anus, and then slid back between the vaginal lips. 
The redhead groaned with lust, tried to push back onto it.

   "You're in a hurry today," noted the succubus coolly.  She put one pale
hand under the redhead's bottom, letting her feel the slim cock at her
entrance but not allowing her to push down onto it, and craned round to
look at her face.  "Are we short of time?  One of your little friends
coming over so you can work on your essays, perchance?"

   "Just get the hell on with it," the witch gasped.

   "With what...?"

   "Impale me, damn it!"

   "Oh, may I?" the succubus said, brightening up.  "Can I choose what to
impale you on?  I have one or two ideas."

   "Nnnngh!" The witch pushed downwards, working her hips.

   The succubus sighed.  "Well, I was going to make you orgasm once or
twice before I entered you, but I see you're impatient." She clasped her
summoner's waist and arched upwards, sliding three inches of Satanic shaft
into the young woman.

   "Damn!  Slow down!"

   "What's that?  Did you say you want me to get the hell on with it?"
Leering, the demoness pulled her closer and thrust deeper.

   "Ungh!  I said, slowly!"

   "All right - slow it is." She gradually slid the rest of her cock
inside, until the young woman's ass was firmly tucked into her lap, red
curls tickling the succubus's balls.  "There," she cooed.  "I don't know
why you make such a fuss - it's only six inches after all.  Those candles
over there are a good deal longer and I bet you fuck yourself with them
often enough."

   "Look, I don't know how many guys you've gotten with over the last six
thousand years, but some of us aren't as slagged out yet.  Just start
slowly.  And be nice."

   "Nice again!" snorted the succubus moodily.  She started a gentle
rhythmic undulation of her hips, biting her lip in concentration as she
angled herself to reach the sensitive spots.  "One of these days I must
explain the difference between a demon and a Barbie doll.  It's not hard to
grasp."

   "Well, if this ain't nice, I'll take it until nice comes along.  Give me
a kiss..." The young witch turned her head, lips parted.  Sighing, the
succubus leant forward, tongue flicking out to brush her lips.

   As they began to kiss passionately, the rhythm of their coupling grew
slowly faster, the succubus's thrusts harder.  Small puffs of dust started
to drift from the chair.

   "By the way," noted the witch, disengaging from the kiss for a moment,
"don't even think about cumming." She tapped her amulet significantly. 
"It's orgasm denial day for you.  Same as every other day, I'm afraid."

   "Fuck you," commented the succubus distantly, and then there was silence
for a time, apart from small slurping and nuzzling sounds.

   -----------------------------------

   A few minutes later, the demoness, who had been intently watching the
young woman's face, suddenly stopped thrusting.  "Time out," she said, and
effortlessly lifted the young woman off her lap.

   The witch whimpered as the cock slipped out of her.  "Fuck!  I was
nearly there."

   "Well, tough.  I'm going to keep you going for hours." The demoness
stood up, holding her summoner in front of her like a rag doll, and dropped
to her knees.  She lowered her mistress until she was on all fours on the
floor, parted her thighs and easily re-entered her.  "I just wish you'd get
rid of that God-damned amulet," she muttered, starting to thrust again. 
"It weakens me.  If you took it off I could grow a foot-long cock and give
you a taste of true pleasure.  Two foot-long cocks, if you wanted."

   The witch, now on hands and knees, was pushing herself back against the
hellspawn's groin, groaning in pleasure at the obscene noises coming from
their junction.  "Think I'm stupid?  The relic stays on.  Gimme some of
that tongue.  Make it super long..."

   The succubus leant forward until her breasts were pressing into the
woman's back, concentrated on ejecting more and more tongue out of her
mouth.  The unnaturally long organ curled over her summoner's white
shoulder, started to writhe down her chest again.  Giving the amulet a wide
berth, it flicked over one of her breasts, latched onto the nipple and
squeezed.

   "Fuck!  That feels good..." the witch whispered.  She thrust her ass
back, gasped as drops of saliva dripped from her nipple and sizzled on the
concrete floor.  "Aah, god!  Bet you can reach my clit with it if you try
hard enough."

   The tongue uncurled itself from her breast, retracted abruptly into the
succubus's mouth.  "Cut that out, bitch!" she hissed, digging scarlet nails
into the woman's hips.  "Don't invoke the Deity again or I'll lose my
erection.  And there's no need to gamble on me.  I've been fucking
creatures like you since the days of Enoch and I know very well what I can
do." Again the tongue stretched over the woman's shoulder and between her
tits.  It slid rapidly down her belly, leaving a trail of slime, and dove
into her pubic bush.  She wailed as it slipped between her spread pussy
lips, already parted by the slim red cock that was taking her from behind.

   Rocking back and forwards on the hell-spawn's she-penis, the witch
moaned, enjoying the long tongue that writhed slowly between her tits and
lapped at her genitals.  Moments like these made up for weeks of sexual
frustration among her college girlfriends; they even made the likely loss
of her immortal soul almost seem worthwhile...

   She brought one hand up between her legs, pushed the wriggling
tongue-tip against her clit.  An orgasm was close again.  She groaned,
lowered her head to the cold concrete.  The slender cock between her legs
was working her into a sexual daze.  Her jewelery was hanging over her
face, and she pushed it over her head, where it dropped to the floor with a
jangling sound.

   "You know what?" she panted.  "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum real
soon."

   The tongue retracted suddenly, lashing back over her shoulder like a
whip.  "You know what?" the succubus said, behind her.  "So am I."

   "You know what?  I don't think so," she said, suddenly alarmed.  She
lifted herself back onto her elbows and quickly looked over her shoulder.
"I came protected.  My relic will stop you from pulling any tricks."

   "You know what?" the demoness replied, suddenly withdrawing her cock and
reaching forward to scoop her up off the floor.  "You just took it off, you
stupid bitch." It was true, she realised with horror as she was swung into
the air.  She had shrugged the pendant over her head and it now lay on the
floor.  Tantalisingly close, but now out of reach.

   -----------------------------------

   "You're fucked now, mortal," gloated the succubus.  She spun the
horrified woman around and shoved her down over the back of the armchair.

   "No!  I abjure you - by Azazel, by Sammael, by Sheol and Baphomet..."

   "May I just point out," the demoness drawled, "that the gentlemen you
refer to are all playing for _my_ team.  Don't expect them to help you out.
I say, my dear!  Look at this."

   "What?" The witch craned to look over her shoulder.  "Oh shit!  No!" The
succubus's cock was growing visibly.  It had reached ten inches in length
and was getting thicker, the head swelling into a brutal bulge.  Throbbing
veins were popping out around its angry red girth.  Meanwhile, her small,
pointed horns were reappearing, and her crimson nails - now claws - were
returning to their former length.

   "Why don't you shut up and prepare to receive the first taste of your
punishment.  For all the times you've made me do your bidding, you deserve
a hundred times worse than this." Effortlessly holding the woman down with
one taloned hand, the succubus took her swelling cock in the other.  She
guided it to the waiting pussy entrance - now tight with fear - and pushed
the tip inside.

   "No, please!  It's too big!"

   "Fuck, really?  I didn't notice!" mocked the succubus.  She lashed out
once with her wings, thrusting her body forward.  Unable to force its way
inside, her member slid away and slapped against the witch's pale and
trembling buttocks.

   "Let's try that again..." she muttered, repositioning herself.  "You're
a tight little cunt.  Not for much longer though." Again, she pushed hard,
flapping her wings mightily.  There was an audible 'pop' as the head of her
cock penetrated.

   "Aaaow!  Stop!"

   "Your pleading is music to my ears, my dear.  It's as if I was already
supervising your torment in Hell.  But would you please shut the fuck up
for a minute while I get inside?" She rocked forward again, pushing an inch
deeper.

   Against the background of screams and cries, the succubus slowly worked
her immense member into the witch, stretching her far wider than ever
before.  Although both were lubricated from their earlier coition, the
penetration was far from easy.  Once seven or so inches were lodged in the
tight, red-furred cunt, the succubus stopped to admire her work, idly
caressing the pussy lips that were stretched around her.  "I believe that's
enough for now.  Are you comfortable?"

   "No!"

   "Good!  Time to fuck." She seized the witch's hips, claws digging deep
into her skin, pulled back until nearly all of her cock was exposed, and
then slammed herself forwards.

   "Aaaah!"

   "Yes!  Agh!" She thrust again.  This time there was less resistance. 
Smiling lasciviously, she withdrew again and began to rhythmically thrust.

   As time passed, the succubus continued to work her devilish cock in and
out.  Gloating and spreading her wings, she exulted in evil pleasure.  The
combination of humiliating her hated enemy, hearing her begging and
pleading, and repeatedly burying her huge member in a desperately tight yet
wet orifice, were greatly pleasing to her.  She intended to savor them for
some time before bearing the mortal's soul to the underworld, and only
hoped that the human would survive long enough to receive her orgasm.

   At each stroke, she penetrated deeper.  Although her cock was still
swelling, it was not long before the entire length was buried in the
witch's body.  Chuckling in satisfaction, she looked down between her
breasts, admiring the pale bottom pressed tightly against her slender, red
belly.  She scored it with a couple of clawed swats, watching drops of
blood swelling from the scrapes, then took her own nipples in her nails and
pinched them fiercely.

   The witch had stopped protesting, evidently realising it would do her no
good.  "You know," she suddenly panted, craning to look back over her
shoulder, "I'm not on the Pill.  And I'm probably fertile.  If you keep
going, you'll probably sire a hell-child on me.  Is that really what you
want?"

   "Well," the succubus purred.  "Where do I start.  For one, it takes
quite a ritual for a mortal and a demon to mate and bear fruit.  Which
you've not performed and probably never heard of.  For two, I'd not bestow
such an honor on an ignorant bitch like yourself.  And for three, the Pill
wouldn't help you anyway.  If I ejaculate in you, an asbestos diaphragm
would be about the only form of protection that would help."

   "What...  what do you mean?"

   "Never mind.  You'll find out in due course." She pulled back and thrust
forward again.

   "Aargh!  I'll do anything!  Please stop!"

   "By all means I'll stop," the succubus hissed.  "But I'm going to fuck
you to death first.  Now shut up!"

   "Jesus!  It hurts!"

   "Aargh!  I said shut up!  Not another word out of you - I invoke the
curse of Babel." There was a sizzling sound as the evil spell took effect.
Unable to speak a single intelligible word, the witch could only groan
weakly.

   "Much better," the succubus purred.  "Now you can only grunt...  like
the pitiful animal you are.  You won't even be able to say a prayer of
repentance.  Never mind, I'm quite sure your soul would have ended up with
us anyway.  Just let me root it out of your frail mortal body, and then
we'll head off to Hell."

   Muttering in Hebrew, she began to thrust again with renewed vigor.  The
old armchair creaked and shuddered beneath the two conjoined female bodies
as the hellish intercourse continued.

   -----------------------------------

   Some time later, the hellspawn abruptly jerked her hips back, pulling
out of the pinned witch with an obscene sucking sound.  She gasped for
breath, holding her immense, reddened prick in one hand and pinning the
woman down with the other hand on the small of her back.

   The mortal's resilience was proving surprising.  She was withstanding
the full force of the succubus's sexual assault.  Though the fuck was
pleasurable, it did not seem to be inflicting a harsh enough punishment for
the humiliations the demoness had suffered.  More importantly, it did not
seem that the young witch was going to expire any time soon.

   If the summoning spell wore off while her tormentor was still alive, the
demoness reflected, she could expect to be summoned again and subjected to
further captivity or imprisonment.  The prospect was intolerable.

   She toyed for a minute with the notion of continuing until she reached
orgasm and ejaculating Hellfire into her victim, as she had done earlier.
It would certainly produce the desired end result, and would give her a
measure of satisfaction - but using the same method twice on the same night
seemed to lack a certain finesse.  And then, too, her orgasm was still some
way away - too far, perhaps?

   Suddenly, however, a tempting alternative sprang to mind.  It had served
her well in Sodom, thousands of years ago, and it would serve well now.

   "Enough foreplay," she hissed.  Ignoring her victim's whimpers, she
pulled her slightly downwards and gently but firmly spread the quivering
buttocks with the palm of one slim hand.  For a moment she contemplated the
sight before her, dark eyes inscrutable.  Then she moved forward again and
carefully placed the tip of her cock against the woman's anus.

   As the hellish member probed between her cheeks, the young woman
squealed in fear and tried to pull away.  Pinioned over the chair, however,
she was completely unable to escape.  The pressure on her sphincter held,
then eased for a second as she wriggled forwards - then suddenly increased
tenfold.

   Behind her, the succubus was erect, head thrown back, wings spread and
breasts jutting forwards.  Her hair streamed down her back, lashing from
side to side.  She grunted with effort, gripping the woman by her slim hips
and trying to push her cock into the unyielding asshole.  Clearly the
orifice had never been violated before, and attempting to enter it was like
trying to pass a camel through the eye of a needle.

   After several unsuccessful attempts, she snarled in frustration and
released the mewling witch.  For a moment she considered reducing her
member to a smaller size, but pride did not permit her.  Clearly,
supernatural measures would be needed - without magic, this mortal's anus
would be impossible to penetrate, and even if she could somehow achieve the
unnatural coition, the woman would be ripped open in the process.

   Absent-mindedly stroking the trembling woman's back with one hand, the
succubus wrapped the other around her misshapen cock and fisted it tightly.
Almost immediately, steaming, cloudy drops of ichor started to form at the
tip.  She caught the first few in the hollow of her hand and used them to
lubricate the massive member, then dabbed her fingertip in the next.  She
reached out to the young woman, carefully drew a circle around her anus
with the sticky finger, then inscribed a series of Kabbalic signs around
the circumference.  Used by a sorcerer, this protective circle would ward
against demons; in the hands of the succubus, it would protect her victim's
rectum from being torn apart by the massive assault it was about to
receive.

   "Now, be calm, my pretty," she whispered.  Folding her wings, she
elegantly bent over the prostrate woman and slipped her long, serpent-like
tongue between her buttocks.  The tongue-tip reached out to caress her
former captor's nether hole, pushing and dancing sinuously on the sensitive
skin and leaving silvery trails of saliva.

   She settled closer, bringing her lips up against the woman's anus and
feeling the soft buttocks squeezing her cheeks.  Not only was this
treatment lubricating her victim, but it seemed to be relaxing her. 
Perhaps the foolish mortal was starting to hope for survival, even to think
that this was all some perverse erotic game.  Well, so much the better - it
would make the inevitable conclusion all the more satisfying.

   The succubus suddenly retracted her tongue into her mouth with a
slurping sound, and briskly straightened up.  Time was of the essence. 
Taking her prick in one hand, she started to recite.  "Ever and ever for,
glory the and power the..." It was the Lord's Prayer, but spoken backwards,
from the end to the beginning.  She placed her huge cockhead against the
slick asshole and pushed, her efforts aided by the potent evil charm.

   "Kingdom the is thine for...  EVIL from us deliver but..." Below her,
her victim gasped and moaned.  The Devil's creed was having its effect,
and, slowly and unwillingly, her anus was starting to open.

   The succubus's unnatural cock had now reached the size of a woman's
forearm, capped with a glistening knob the size of a clenched fist. 
Indeed, it seemed nearly as thick as the succubus's slender waist, and it
throbbed in time with her words.  "Temptation into not us lead and..."
Slowly the witch's sphincter parted.  Aided by dark magic, the cockhead was
starting to force its way inside!

   "Mmph!  Mmph!" grunted the horrified woman.  She struggled weakly, but
to no avail.

   "Us against trespass who those forgive...  Fuck, I've forgotten the
rest. Never mind.  That's enough to get us started." Indeed, with the
witch's anal ring conquered, she could offer little resistance.  The
demonic cock glided slickly into her rectum, as if it was thickly
lubricated (though, in fact, it was only magic that smoothed the way).

   It hesitated momentarily at the woman's inner sphincter.  "How does it
go now...  We as trespasses our us forgive..." muttered the succubus
darkly, and her evil member slid through and into her victim's bowel.

   "Fucking mortal bitch...  you'd not have been so quick to dabble in
magic if you knew this was the consequence, would you?  No, don't try to
answer - we both know you can't.  Just be silent and take your punishment."
Ignoring the woman's groans, she butt-fucked her slowly and intensely.

   Sodomy had always been her favorite of the deadly sins, and it gave her
great pleasure - perhaps, she thought, as great as the suffering she was
inflicting.  The woman's rectum was far too narrow for such a large cock to
penetrate under normal conditions; now, unnaturally stretched, it clasped
her with a silky but deadly tight grip.  Her member slowly worked in and
out of the woman's bowels, as she slathered in pleasure, dripping saliva
onto the naked back.  Her tongue begain to elongate again, and flicked over
the witch's spine, curling around her torso to taste her nipples.

   Two instincts warred in the succubus - one, to prolong the torment as
long as possible, and the other, to finish off her summoner quickly. 
Initially, the first won out, and she continued slow strokes for a hundred
thrusts, and another hundred after that.  As time went on, though, she
began to lose patience.  She began to speed up and to shorten her thrusts.
Plunging in and out of the woman's colon, she gasped in ecstasy.

   Ichor was again oozing from the tip of the succubus's cock.  Not only
used in magical rituals, this fluid was also an aphrodisiac of sorts. 
Occasionally the demoness used it to loosen the inhibitions of she-mortals
and bring them to repeat the Original Sin.  Now it was beginning to
accumulate and pool in the witch's bowels - much as the combined semen of
three or four mortals would have, if they had somehow been able to
ejaculate it so deeply into her.

   Where it lay, it began to induce a sullen, burning heat, which slowly
started to metamorphose into something akin to sexual pleasure.  The
succubus was amused to notice this, feeling the witch's nipples hardening
against her probing tongue.  At first she was angered at the thought that
her victim might find some enjoyment in what was meant to be a punishment,
but then it occurred to her that reaching orgasm while participating in the
sin of Sodom would ensure that the witch's soul was damned (if it was not
already).

   However, the thought was soon driven from her mind by the approach of
her own orgasm.  She had a plan in mind for giving herself the greatest
enjoyment, and she muttered for a few moments in Aramaic to begin the
necessary magic.  After ten or twenty more thrusts, the spell had taken
hold.  She was nearly ready for a most satisfying end to this already
gratifying experience.

   -----------------------------------

   Thrusting in deeply and holding in place, the succubus tapped the woman
on the shoulder.  "Are you still there?  I have something to show you... 
and I'll even take that silencing spell off...in case you have any last
words." There was a crackle as the hex dissipated.

   "I've got nothing to say to you, bitch," gasped the witch weakly.

   "Oh yes?  Look before you judge," the succubus advised her victim.  She
looked down, between her open legs - and gasped.  Hanging between her
spread thighs were the hellspawn's balls - and they had swollen to a
grotesque size, bigger than clenched fists.  More horribly, they seemed to
be moving slightly of their own volition...  as if something was crawling,
writhing, just beneath the skin.

   "There's something inside..." she whispered.

   "Yes, there is," gasped the succubus, giving her a short, driving
stroke. The pendulous balls swung, and now the terrified woman could
clearly see something was wriggling inside.  "Maggots...  maggots of Hell!"

   "No!  Please!  Oh God!"

   "That old fool won't help you now!  Yes, I've filled my balls with
Gehenna's hungriest maggots, and in about a minute I'm going to ejaculate
them up your asshole...  " (another thrust) "...all of them..." (and
another) "...  in a long delicious flood.  They'll fill your bowels and
devour you from the inside - strip the flesh from your bones in less than a
minute."

   "No!  No!"

   "It's true...  by the time my orgasm finishes...  you'll be nothing
but...  a cleaned skeleton.  Then I'll summon the little vermin...  back to
me...  they'll crawl back up my cock...  and into my balls...  bearing the
tiny fragments of your soul...  and then I'll wipe myself off...  and
return to Hell." By now the demoness was steadily short-stroking her ass,
wings outstretched and creaking and tail lashing, as she reached for her
orgasm.  The end was near.

   Suddenly, there was a long creak, followed by a small explosion of dust
as the old chair finally gave way.  Both succubus and mortal crashed
heavily to the floor, still locked together.  For a moment they writhed in
the dust, scattering pieces of the chair.

   The succubus, momentarily stunned, had lost her rhythm.  She kicked and
flailed with her wings, trying to get up onto her knees.  As the young
witch was pulled onto all fours, she flung out her hand desperately,
grabbing at something on the floor...  and came up with something clenched
in her fist.  It was the locket she had dropped earlier!

   "Saint Cuthbert," she cried, "protect this sinner!"

   In a flash, the demoness's building orgasm dissipated.  Her balls shrunk
rapidly until they disappeared into her abdomen; her wings closed,
rattling, and folded into her back; her tail simply fell off and writhed on
the floor like a snake for a moment before disappearing.  Her cock dwindled
into a little flaccid stub, and retracted into her body.

   The witch's reddened anus gaped cavernously for a moment, before the
protective circle inscribed on her buttocks did its work and sealed it up.
No longer held up by the impaling cock, she dropped to the floor and rolled
away, gasping.  She clutched the protective amulet, knowing her life and
immortal soul depended on it.

   The succubus staggered back a few paces, also gasping, and fell to her
knees.  She could not believe how quickly her orgasm had receded.  Foiled
of her prey and her satisfaction, she threw back her head and tried to
utter a vile curse - but the power of the amulet stopped the words in her
throat.

   -----------------------------------

   For a few minutes the room was silent apart from the harsh breathing of
both females, as they fought to regain their breath.

   The witch was the first to speak.  "That was...  close."

   "You're damn right," snarled the succubus.

   There was another minute of panting.  The she-demon was the first to
move, first pumping her hips two or three times frustratedly, then rising
to her feet and beginning to pace.  "Well," she said, "you were lucky, is
all I can say.  I suppose I only have myself to blame for not finishing
quicker."

   The young woman had managed to rise to a squat and was inspecting
herself, wincing in pain.  There was surprisingly little damage: it seemed
the spells placed on her had prevented significant injury.  "Like," she
said venomously, "shut the fuck up!  I'm surprised you would even talk to
me after that.  You raped me.  You were going to kill me!"

   "So sue me," said the succubus coldly.  "You brought it on yourself. 
Consorting with demons is a mortal sin, you know."

   "Fuck right off," muttered the young woman.  She sat back gingerly. 
"Damn, that really was close.  What the hell am I going to do now?  Guess
there's not much point in calling the police...  I guess I should unsummon
you."

   "We could keep going," suggested the she-demon hopefully.  "I don't know
if you'd had enough, but I'm as frustrated as Hell."

   "Fuck you."

   "No, really.  You could even keep the amulet on...?"

   "Seriously, fuck you very much.  I'm not letting you near me again."

   "That's what they all say.  You'll be back in a few weeks for another
round.  I guarantee it."

   "I don't think so!" The witch glared at her summons.  "No more black
magick.  It's not worth it if I'm going to end up in fucked up situations
like this.  I might take up white magick."

   "There is no such thing as white magic, my dear.  It's aaaaaaaaalll
evil. Read the Bible some time, why don't you."

   "Well, I'm giving up magick entirely then.  I have to think of my
immortal soul.  Clean up my life.  Maybe get saved or some shit like that.
Hey, you must know - what do I have to do to get my soul saved?  And I
abjure you to tell the truth, in the name of Saint Cuthbert."

   "How would I know?  Read the fucking Bible!  It's all in there
somewhere." The succubus stretched languidly.  "Are you going to unsummon
me now?  I have work to do."

   "Not yet.  I abjure you to clean up this floor first - and fix the
chair."

   "Well, I abjure you to go fuck yourself.  I don't repair furniture.  I
only do diabolical sex, and you don't seem to be up for any more of that.
Not today anyway."

   "Not any day." The witch got to her feet, groaning heavily.  "Look what
you've done to me.  Look, I can hardly close my fucking legs.  Bruises all
up my thighs - ouch - and my poor snatch is so stretched you could drive a
Hummer up it.  God, it really hurts.  And I smell of sulphur.  And what did
you do to my ass?  Did you put a sigil of protection on it?  How the hell
am I going to get that off?"

   "It will fade at the next full moon.  In the mean time, you can stick
anything you like up there without doing yourself any harm.  Actually, I
expect you'll love it.  Sticking things up your ass is, of course, a sin,"
the she-demon added smugly, "which may hinder your efforts to reform."

   "Nothing's going up there from now on.  Hell no.  Strictly a one-way
street." The young Goth knelt, hissing in discomfort, and collected her
clothes.  "I need a shower really badly.  And this place is a fucking mess
and my parents get home tomorrow.  If you're not going to help clean up, I
think I'm going to unsummon your ass now."

   "I think 'banish' is the word you're looking for, my dear."

   "Damn straight.  I'm gonna get my books out and banish you really
thoroughly so you stay away for a long, long time."

   "Or until the next time you call me back..." The succubus leered.

   "Definitely not calling you back.  Get ready to be grounded for the next
hundred years." She fixed the succubus with a critical eye.  "Before I
start though, tell me...  as a matter of interest, were you actually going
to...  do all that evil shit to me?"

   "No, of course not." The she-demon shrugged.  "Did you really think I
was going to?"

   "To be honest, I wasn't sure.  So what was all that creepy horror movie
stuff for, at the end there?"

   "I was just talking dirty to you.  It gets my juices going."

   "Well it fucking creeped me out." The witch started to step into her
underwear, groaning as she tried to lift one leg.  Partway through, a
sudden thought struck her.  She looked up and cocked her head suspiciously.
"Uh, hold on, let's try that again.  Were you really going to kill me?  And
this time you have to tell the truth, in the name of Saint Cuthbert."

   "Oh well, in that case...  yes, totally."

   "Bitch."

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