Brenda had learned much in her two years of slavery to the succubus Claudia.

The first and most omnipresent lesson was that the domina kept her slaves in bondage at all times. The second was that her favorite bindings were chains. Claudia enjoyed the sounds of rattling, jostling chains. Even now the shapely blonde’s wrists and ankles were fettered together and further attached to the metal belt around her waist. Until recently they would have been chained to a chastity belt instead. Now a promotion from toy to attendant meant Brenda was allowed to wear a dress. It was a soft green color that matched her eyes. A modest outfit by the standards of most succubi slaves, with a neckline that was low enough to show her chest off without going too far. It even had sleeves! And the skirt was just long enough that a chastity belt couldn’t be worn over it. Naturally, it was very tight.

Third, the domina expected those around her to maintain a constant level of decorum and propriety. For slaves, that meant silence. Property was not to speak unless spoken to. Any muffled attempts at unprompted speech through a gagged mouth were swiftly punished until the offending slave learned to behave or was put away. Or, in the case of those who had completely sold themselves to the Domina, had their ability to speak at all taken from them.  A succubus’s control over a soul they fully owned was total. They could command their thralls to do virtually anything and with no resistance. Their will belonged entirely to their owner.

It wasn’t just slaves and thralls who had to mind their matters in Claudia’s presence. She expected it of her peers as well. Demons knew to tread carefully around the powerful Domina whether they were succubi, incubi, or any of the other countless varieties of the infernal creatures. She was powerful and useful enough to be feared by those less dangerous than her and respected by those who could match or surpass her. Not all, of course. Claudia had enemies. And even setting those enemies aside, countless infernal beings were far too uncouth to be hosted at her spacious home. The Domina was sociable. She frequently enjoyed the company of those of her kind with the sense to mind their manners. The last visit had been the day before, when two succubi and an incubus had been hosted for what they considered a pleasant lunch.  

Brenda had been fortunate enough to escape the torment her mistress liked to inflict upon her thralls when company was present. A shiver crawled down her spine as she recalled the ‘fun’ the four demons had with poor Manuel. He had been chained to the dining room table, his limbs stretched out to each of its four corners. His entire body was open and available to be poked and prodded, teased and tormented. And he was still in there a day later. Brenda would know, she had just left that room. She was off to find domina Claudia.

The blonde woman hurried as quickly as her fettered ankles and bare feet would allow. She had to find her mistress, inform her of the uninvited ‘guest’ that was currently seated at her dining room table. Brenda felt another shiver at the thought of how displeased the domina would be. She could only hope she would escape the brunt of that displeasure. But the longer it took Brenda to find her, the worse it could be.  

Fortunately, the blonde slave found her owner quickly. She sighed in relief, careful to keep the noise as low as she could. For once she was happy with the panties stuffed in her mouth and the neatly folded and smooth cloth that covered the lower half of her face. Gags muffled quiet sounds as much as loud ones.

Like any succubus, Claudia was impossibly gorgeous. The domina’s flawless skin was a deep olive color. Her aristocratic features were sharp, her neutral expression only slightly less than severe. Her perfect hair was dark as night, complete with a faint shine that brought dim starlight to mind. She wore a stola, an ancient style of dress that Brenda had been told (by other slaves, when they were privately able to speak to each other) had been worn in ancient Rome. There were whispers that Claudia had once been a Roman herself. The stola consisted of a richly purple toga wrapped around a tight blue tunic. Both parts of the stola far more formfitting than Brenda believed would have been worn in Roman times.

The Domina reclined on a velvet sofa. Behind that sofa, another thrall stood at attention. She was dressed similarly to Brenda in a set of chains, a smooth cloth gag, and a dress that was bright blue instead of green. Her hair was red instead of blonde, and she was slimmer and a couple of inches taller than Brenda was. Her name was Aine. She was the senior here, having been domina Claudia’s favorite attendant for as long as anyone could remember. Some thought she was Claudia’s favorite slave, period. At the very least she was one of the three that were never shared with guests, along with the witch and Claudia’s favorite bedwarmer.

In front of Claudia and Aine was a man, not a thrall who had sold himself to the Domina, but a captive taken from earth some time ago. Fit, with with hard, toned muscles. Brenda suspected he had been a soldier on earth. Or maybe an athlete. Now he was bound like a hog, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, and chained to the ground. An iron mask covered his face, hiding whatever material or item gagged him. His bonds were tight, giving him barely any slack to move. He was moaning quietly and exhaustedly. There were red welts on his ass and along his sides obviously left by the crop laying at Claudia’s side.

“You’re here sooner than I expected,” Claudia spoke. Her smoldering cat-slit eyes fell upon Brenda. “Is there a guest waiting for me?”

Brenda blinked before nodding, surprised but knowing better than to speak. She only hoped her obvious fear would be enough to prompt her owner to ask her about the situation. Then she could warn Claudia about the ‘guest’ that had invaded her home, and how annoyed she would be. And that, hopefully, would spare Brenda the worst of her domina’s displeasure.

Instead Claudia chuckled. “Very well.” She stood, barely giving Brenda a glance as she stepped past her in the direction of the dining room. Aine followed immediately, shooting her fellow thrall a knowing glance as she did. Brenda had half an second to look quizzically at the senior attendant before falling into step next to her, both behind their owner’s shoulders.

Brenda’s trepidation grew with each step. Memories of her own punishments flashed before her eyes. Welts that healed unnaturally quickly, only to be replaced almost as soon as they vanished. Hours and sometimes days of extremely tight bondage, high in the air or to walls or to the ground like that poor young man the three of them had left behind. The blonde thrall just knew she would face something bad because of the red bitch that had barged right into Claudia’s home!

When they reached the dining room, Brenda saw it was almost exactly as she had left it. Manuel was still chained to the table legs, his head twisting around to see the new arrivals then back at the woman sitting between his feet. There, at the end of the table, at the seat that was supposed to be reserved for Lady Claudia herself, sat the red-skinned succubus.

The trespasser was one of the more traditionally demonic looking succubi Brenda had seen, a contrast to the many who made themselves look more human. Beyond her bright skin there was a tail coiling around the chair leg. A sharp pair of horns poked out of her pitch-black bangs and rose higher than the voluminous ponytail she kept her long hair in. She leaned far back in the chair, her leather clad legs stretched straight out onto the table and resting on Manuel’s left ankle. She wore a pair of high heeled shoes with numerous straps that made the neat rows of her brightly colored skin stand out even more, and her outfit was completed by a black leather tube top.

Beside her sat a male slave Brenda didn’t recognize. The trespasser’s property. He sat on a chair within easy reach of his mistress. A chair! He almost looked more like a guest than. And he was ungagged, which made Brenda flinch even more. His only bondage was a collar and leash, the other end currently resting in the trespasser’s lap. There were cuffs around his wrists, but no chain bound them together. His only clothes were a tight pair of leather shorts that outlined the stiff cock pressed against one of his legs. He was thin, reasonably fit. His terrified eyes went straight to the new arrivals. Brenda guessed he was newly enthralled.

“Pantea,” Claudia spoke evenly.  

Brenda sucked in a breath. She knew that name. She heard it the day before, when her owner went on about the disgracefully uncouth succubus to her three guests. Brenda could see what her owner meant now that she was seeing Pantea for herself. Instead of the elegant dress and demeaner Claudia favored for herself, her slaves, and her guests; Pantea dressed like a stripper working a Halloween party.

But her expression was all business.

“Claudia,” Pantea’s voice was petulant. She raised a bottle of extremely rare and thus obscenely expensive wine to her lips and took a swig like it was cheap beer. “You’re mean.”
“Oh?” There was a lot packed into that syllable. But none of it was what Brenda would have expected. Rather than angry or at least annoyed, Claudia sounded… amused. Brenda chanced a glance to her side and was surprised to see her fellow thrall looking relaxed. Aine looked calmer than Brenda had seen her in ages, or possibly ever. What was going on?

“Yep.” Pantea took another swig, then shoved the no doubt cold bottle against Manuel’s left foot. Manuel grunted at the sudden cold. No one paid him any mind. Brenda’s eyes were still on Pantea as the red succubus gave an exaggerated sigh. “Sicing those poor kids on me. What did they ever do to deserve that?”  

“Surely they posed some threat you,” Claudia’s voice was casual, like she was making polite small talk.

“Nope.” Pantea popped the p. “They’re mine now. All three of them and everyone they owned.”  
Brenda stared. Did… did that mean what she thought it meant? Did this demon women who Claudia had mocked and insulted so much enslave three other demons? To her distress, Pantea noticed the stare. Her gaze flickered in Brenda’s direction and gave the blonde slave a wink. It took all of Brenda’s training not to flinch.

“Already? In less than a day?” The surprise in Claudia’s voice was mild. Then to Brenda’s further shock, she began to change. Her olive skin shifted into its true color, crimson with a violet tint. Her horns appeared, growing in almost instantly. They began just behind her years and coiled around her head like a laurel. It took only seconds for Claudia to shed her more human looking disguise in favor of her true form. “They had their weaknesses, but I thought it would take you at least until tonight to handle all of them.”

Pantea scoffed. “Please. All I had to do to get them to dance was act ditzy and pout a little.” She took another gulp of wine, then shrugged. “Well, okay. Part of it was lucky timing.” She jabbed a thumb at her slave. “I’d been working on Jakey here for a while when they stopped by. Had him riiight where I wanted him.

As if on cue, the male slave gave a highly nervous grin. “Hi,” he said with a weak little wave. Brenda stared in horror at the breach of Claudia’s decorum. She didn’t need to look to know her mistress would be annoyed.

But the smirk on his mistress’s face suggested she was pleased. “Even accounting for that, they all went down easy.” Brenda saw her tail uncoil from the chair leg and travel in her slave’s direction. A quiet, pleasured groan escaped him a moment later. “Getting Selim to stop whining was more of a pain in the ass than his dumb challenge.”

X*X*X

Dazed as he still was, Jake couldn’t really follow what was going on. There was yelling and arguing. A man’s angry voice. Mistress’s smug, mocking replies. But he could barely make out a single word. His mind was busy swimming in the pleasure of his explosive release and trying to ignore the presence of his fellow captive, the brown-haired woman lying a few feet from him. It wasn’t quite as hard as ignoring the accusatory glare he was imagining her giving him.

Gradually, the voices became more concrete.

“This is absurd! It took you months to enslave him, not minutes!”

“You never said I couldn’t go after someone I was already working on, just that I had to get a new slave before that hourglass ran out.”

“I told you to be more careful,” a different voice interjected.

“You said nothing of the sort!”

Then the fourth speaker. “Perhaps we were hasty in making this wager.”

“Excuse me? What did you just say?”

“I… only mean to suggest that we may have been…”

“You stupid, spoiled, cowardly little bitch! She hasn’t won yet!

“Oh my god,” Jake abruptly said out loud when he couldn’t listen anymore, before he even realized he could speak. When had he been ungagged again? “You’re demons. She found a loophole and you lost. Get over it.”

Silence.

Then sound as Mistress Pantea exploded with laughter. She was abruptly right there, crouching down over jake and petting his belly. “Awwww, who’s a good little kiss-ass? Is it you? It is! That’s right, it’s you! And you just earned yourself a biiig reward later.”

The distant understanding that she was treating him like a well-behaved dog did nothing to dampen Jake’s excitement. Just the opposite really. His owner’s praise was wonderful. Her words sent happy little tingles up and down his spine. He could already feel his member start to grow stiff all over again. A low moan rumbled up from his throat, which shifted into a whine when Pantea’s hand left his stomach.

“Now you just stay there and look pretty for me.” In one motion she reached out and pulled Jake’s hood from his head. “And try not to use the gee-word anymore. Okay? We’re not big fans of it around here.”

Jake looked up, finally able to focus on what was in front of him. All he could see was his mistress, still hunched over him and grinning happily. Hungrily. Jake blinked and mumbled a half-coherent “yes ma’am.”

He’d known how hot Pantea was, but for the first time he was seeing just how impossibly gorgeous his new owner was. Her heart-shaped face radiated warmth just as easily as he had seen it scream danger. The curtain of dark hair that fell over her forehead could add to either. At first glance it seemed cute, but could cast a terrifying shadow over her glare. Jake had experienced it firsthand. Every motion she made was sensual and served to draw Jake a little further into her spell.

“Good boy!” She gave him another pat on the stomach before raising her hand and snapping her fingers. A second passed before Jake realized his bindings were undone. The belts around his every limb were slack, and the armbinder gave way to his straining arms. Jake sagged into the ground, almost too surprised to notice his mistress standing up to face her ‘guests.’  

It looked like seeing Pantea handling her new slave had cooled them down somewhat, but Jake could still see their different reactions to his mistress’s victory. Their emotions seemed quieter, more muted, but still present. Helena was wary, Alina nervous if not afraid, and Selim seemed to have gotten his fury quieted down to simple anger. He was clearly trying to hold himself calmly, desperate to hold on to whatever dignity he had left.  

“Why didn’t he already belong to you?” He demanded, the depth of his anger still peeking through cracks.

Jake began pulling himself up, shaking off his undone bindings as Pantea shrugged and folded her arms. “I was just having some fun drawing it out. Haven’t you ever heard of tease and denial?”

“Of course! But you’ve been down here for months, and you haven’t left! Haven’t gone back to your estate in all that time! And we could all tell you haven’t been feeding when we came down here! You can’t mean to tell me that you… you…” he trailed off, his eyes widening.
 
Now sitting, Jake looked up at his Mistress and saw her smirking. He was instantly relieved it wasn’t directed at him.

“You haven’t fed in months?” Alina asked. She stared. There was awe and fear in her voice. The sound of it snapped Selim out of his shock, he turned to glare and yell at her, but before he could—

“Pfft,” Pantea snorted. “A few months is nothing. My no feeding record is three years.”

All eyes whipped toward her. There were shocked expressions all around. Jake even heard a surprised, muffled grunt from the brunette woman bound and gagged behind him. He understood. Pantea had been very clear on what feeding on the lust of humans meant for the succubi. It was one of the ways they sustained their power, and a constant hunger they were driven to fill. She had been telling Jake and the brown-haired woman what her lack of feeding meant. That she had power to spare and more than enough will to outlast theirs. But it had only been months since she caught them. For her to have gone three entire years without feeding meant… a lot more.  

“Oh yeah. Constantinople,” the red demoness explained, her expression wistful. “A long time ago. There was this really stubborn priest that took his vows waaay too seriously. I promised myself I wouldn’t get off until he did.”

Her eyes snapped back up, meeting each gaze with a smirk. She made a sound that was too dangerous to be called a chuckle as she savored the wary, increasingly nervous faces of her foes. “Look Jakey. See their faces? That’s what people look like when they realize that they just fucked up.”  

X*X*X
“At least I don’t have to worry listening to him whine anymore,” Pantea said. She was now leaning forward, resting her elbows on the dining table while one hand toyed with poor Manuel’s cock she would spend a few minutes stroking it, enjoying the little noises she made. Then she would stop and flick her fingers at his balls so she could enjoy those noises. And when the cock wasn’t hard, she’d start the process up all over again. “Now that I own him it’s gonna be a long time before I let him talk.”

Brenda tried to picture the haughty incubus she had watched torture Manuel the day before at this red demon’s feet. It was hard to think of one of the slave masters of this realm as a slave himself. The thought of a demon bound up in chains seemed impossible to the shapely blonde. The only think she could imagine was his fury, and what he would do to whatever helpless slave might be nearby when he was freed.

Claudia had no such difficulty. The lady let her amusement be known with musical laughter. She was now seated. Aine had pulled one of the chairs next to the head of the table out while Pantea told her story. Brenda had been too distracted to think of doing the same thing, which worried her immensely. That was exactly the kind of mistake Lady Claudia had a habit of first ignoring, then punishing hours after the fact. All Brenda could do now was wait at her Domina’s shoulder for a new command.

Pantea was looking at her again. A smoldering look in her yellow eyes framed by her dark bangs. Brenda blanched and averted her gaze to look straight ahead. That wasn’t much of a help, because it put Jake directly in her vision. She could see him panting as Pantea’s tail rubbed at his member through his leather shorts.

“I should have come along to watch,” Claudia said, seemingly oblivious to Brenda’s distress. “Seeing that arrogant fool sputter would have been a treat.”

“Ha! You should have seen what Helena did after she laid down her challenge and he started bitching about it.”

X*X*X

“You want me to stick some poor guy in a cock cage without talking to him?”

“Without communicating with him,” Helena corrected. “You may not speak to him, write to him, use hand signals, or whatever other forms of direct communication have been devised in recent years. No electronics.” She glanced at Jake, who shrank back. “You are not allowed to use any of your slaves—or anyone ese—to communicate on your behalf. He must put it on himself.”

“Hmm,” was Pantea’s reply. She sounded wary. Cautious. Jake wasn’t sure what to think as he struggled to his feet. This felt different from the last bet. When Selim had laid down his challenge, Pantea’s apparent response had been obvious nerves and outright fear. Now that she was calm it was suddenly easy to see how over-the-top her acting had been. This was different. She was taking it seriously.

Jake gulped, louder than he meant to. He saw the blue skinned succubus, Alina, shoot him a look. Her gaze quickly traveled up and down his mostly naked body, and just made him gulp again. Pantea was safe from slavery, but these other two could take one slave each. Helena had eyes for the brunette, and now that Selim had failed AIina could win her own bet and take Jake from his new mistress. She was clearly taking this more seriously than the incubus had. Both women would be more careful than Selim. And if Pantea’s cautious response to Helena’s challenge was any indication, they might actually beat her.

“Don’t be stupid,” Selim interjected, speaking directly to Helena. He had marched up to the woman, was practically in her face. “You can come up with something better than that tripe.”

“My challenge will suffice,” Helena answered coolly. Her eyes remained fixed on Pantea.

“All she has to do is—”

Helena lashed out, the forest green fabric of her dress a blur as she struck the man with the back of her hand. “I have no use for your advice,” she glared at him. “If your judgement was worth anything, you wouldn’t have failed so quickly. Now be silent, Selim.”

The gold-tinged incubi’s glare was pure fire. “How dare—”

“I was not making a suggestion,” Helena raised her arm again, and something went flying out of her sleeve. It struck Selima cross the face, rocking his head back like her backhand. The object wrapped itself around Selim’s head, and into his mouth. Jake realized it was a cloth, and the incubus found himself with a thick cleave gag.

As Selim recovered, Helena held out her other arm. Snaking out of her voluminous sleeve was a length of rope. It flowed speedily behind the incubi’s back and snared his wrists together. Jake thought back to the beginning of his own captivity, when the clothes in that off-limits closet at his friend’s cabin had dragged him inside and thoroughly bound and gagged him. Selim’s bonds weren’t anywhere near as bad. His legs were free, for one thing. It was only his wrists that were tied his back.

Helena then yanked Selim to her. He was off-balance and could do nothing as she reached out and grabbed him tightly by the chin. “You have forfeited any right you have to give your opinion, Selim. And if you are not silence I’ll hide your ass like you were property.” Then she shoved his head away, making him stumble back to the ground.

“Alina,” Helena said. “Be a dear and hold this for me.” She held out the end of the rope.

“mnn hnphch!”

“Careful. He’s temperamental.”

Alina gave the rope and the demon bound by it a careful look. She met Helena’s expectant gaze with a look that was almost an accusation. It held for a moment or two before she stepped over to take the rope and the lightly struggling demon it bound from the older succubus. Selim glared ferociously at everyone in the room but didn’t resist too much. He didn’t seem to think it was worth the risk of fighting two or three other demons.

All the while, Pantea snickered. “He’s temperamental? I’m not sure you should be casting stones there.”

“That is no concern of yours.” Helena crossed her arms and fixed Pantea with an even stare. “Now do you understand the terms of my challenge?”

Pantea waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Get some guy, any guy, to stick himself in a chastity cage. Don’t talk to him directly, don’t have anyone talk to him for me. I got it. How long do I have?”

“Four hours.”

Pantea looked thoughtful. “I think I can manage that.” She seemed calm, if not as self-assured. “Challenging, but definitely doable.”

X*X*X

“And how challenging was it?” Claudia asked when she stopped laughing about Selim’s sudden bondage. “It does sound fairly difficult.”

“It took me the longest to get done,” Pantea admitted. “Almost the whole four hours. I had to take a pretty big risk too. There was a minute there where I thought I might lose.”

Claudia graced her with an indulgent smile. “I’m sure.”

“I’m serious! I had to really gamble with this one. If I’d had more time, I could have made it a sure thing. But four hours isn’t enough to plan and do recon. I had to make this one up as I went along.”

“The fifteen minutes you spent dressing me and Lindsey probably didn’t help much,” said the man. Brenda stared at him in horror and resisted the urge to turn to her owner. He should not have spoken. He seemed to realize that himself. There was a pensive, nervous look on the man’s face—Jake was his name, Brenda reminded herself— as he looked between the two horned succubi.

They were ignoring him.

Claudia’s demeaner had grown icy. She regarded Pantea with little of the friendliness that had colored their conversation until then. For her part, Pantea’s smirk was wider than ever. Brenda realized the other succubus was still prodding Claudia, challenging her to say something about the decorum-violating slave seated at the table.

Brenda felt herself gulp and hoped no one could hear it. Her domina was downright obsessive about her sense of properity. Brenda was amazed Claudia hadn’t acknowledged the seated slave until now. For him to speak out of turn for a second time… had Pantea instructed the man to speak? Manuel’s time on the table was the result of a similar breach of decorum. Given half the chance, Brenda knew Claudia would delight in taking a furious crop to Jake.

Then, without taking her eyes off of Claudia, Pantea went a step further. Her tail left her slave’s crotch, only to be replaced with her hand. Jake started moaning again, more intensely this time. Brenda remembered that Pantea had spent months toying with him. She probably new exactly how to make him feel as much pleasure as he wanted.  

But as the seconds dragged on it became clear that Claudia would not be rising to the bait, Pantea withdrew her hand and continued her story without losing her smirk.

“So after I dressed Jake and—"
X*X*X
Lindsey. Jake finally knew the brunette woman’s name. It was only one bit of information about her that his mistress had been keeping from him.

“I caught her not too long after you came to me, in a different trap,” Pantea explained as she made a final decision on Lindsey’s outfit. The hood was still on, strands of brown hair slipping out from the neck. Apart from that, Pantea had snapped her fingers and a dress flew out of nowhere to slide up her (briefly unbound) legs. It was black and soft looking and fairly modest by the standards she and Jake had been subjected to in their captivity. The skirt was the longest and tightest part, going down to just below her knees. Jake doubted Lindsey would be able to take long strides with that wrapped around her legs, to say nothing of the knee-high stiletto boots that had climbed up her legs seconds after the dress. And the leather cuffs that chained her wrists behind her back. Lindsey glared the whole time.

Jake chanced a glance to the other side of the room, where the other demons were waiting just out of earshot. Helena was holding an hourglass like the one Selim had brought out. It might have been the same one.

“She was out hiking,” Pantea continued. “Went off trail and fell into some quicksand I set up awhile back. I guess something happened to the warning signs. And poor little Lindsey just couldn’t stay on the path she was supposed to, could she?” the demoness leaned forward, grabbed the hooded brunette by the chin, and cooed right in her face like she was a puppy. Lindsey grimaced, but didn’t resist too much.

Jake had been dressed too. Much more easily than Lindsey had. No clothes flew out of nowhere to dress him in midair. His mistress simply snapped her fingers and his outfit changed. Then she did it again, then several more times before she was satisfied with leather pants (that were tight but thankfully not too tight), simple black shoes, and a mesh shirt. She was really sticking to the leather stripper theme with him. There was something else too. Something hidden. A metal cock cage that fit neatly over his new flaccid member. Jake whimpered.

Jake guessed the greater ease she could change his clothes compared to Lindsey was because Pantea now… owned him. She hadn’t managed that with Lindsey. The succubus did, however, have them both in collars and leashes. “You know, I’m not always this into leather,” Pantea said to Jake. “I guess I’m just in a mood today.”

Once she was satisfied by their outfits, Pantea changed. Not her clothes. Those remained the same. Instead it was her bright red skin faded into a deep and natural looking dark tan. Her horns receded back into her head. All of the sudden she looked like a normal human woman.
Once she was done changing she pulled Jake and Lindsey back over to her guests, marching straight up to Alina. The younger succubus took a step back, trying and failing to glare, when Pantea held out hand Lindsey’s leash to her.

“Hold this.”

“Excuse me?” Alina demanded.

Pantea plopped Lindsey’s leash into the blue-skinned succubi’s hand. “Hold on to her for me. You already got him,” a nod in a furious Selim’s direction, “what’s one more?”

Now Alina really did glare. “I am not a pack mule.”

“Of course not!” Pantea grabbed her hand, the one that held the rope binding Selim, and plopped the leash into it. “But I need my hands free and Helena’s impulse control is terrible, so I need your help!”

Her bright smile was overwhelming. Jake was reminded of an overly sunny realtor he met when he was a kid. One who would never stop being polite while grabbing hold of a sale like a rabid pitbull. Alina’s glare steadily faded into weary acceptance. She held on to Lindsey’s leash when Pantea stepped away.

“Thanks! Feel free to feel her up a bit, just as long as you leave her pussy alone.” Pantea turned before Alina could answer. She started pulling Jake in the direction of the portal Selim had opened earlier. Jake had forgot about it. “Now come on Jakey, let’s go cage a sucker!”

“I’m coming?” Jake’s worried gaze passed over the other succubi, Lindsey in their clutches. She was trying to inch away from her handler, but Alina pulled her close without taking her eyes off of Pantea. Helena remained silent off to the side, and Selim seemed to be distracting himself from his predicament by watching Pantea intently.

“Of course you are!” Pantea answered. She gave him a smirk that lit a fire in his crotch. “I need you with me. You’re one of my most important tools right now.”

Her tool? For caging some guy? How was that supposed to work?

Pantea laughed at his confusion. A tug at his leash brought him right close to her. She reached up to pat his head. “Don’t worry sweetie. Everything will be clear soon enough. I just need you to have fun for the next few hours. You don’t need to worry about aaanything else.”  

She marched through the portal, pulling him along with. “Wait, what about—are they coming with us?”

His owner shrugged and didn’t turn around. “I dunno. Either they’ll watch through the door or they’ll follow and make themselves unseen. It’s up to them.”

Their surroundings changed. The lit cavern faded away into open sky and trees. The sun was shining overhead. Jake turned around and had a half a second to see the sex demons were staying behind the portal before the leash grew taut and he was pulled again. “You’re just going to leave her with them?! What if they do… something… to… her…”

They were in a neighborhood. A residential neighborhood, surrounded by houses. Nice, big houses that probably cost a lot of money to own. There were people around. Jake’s head whipped back and forth. Young adults. A lady walking her dog. Some of them, more with every passing second, were looking at them, dressed like strippers and Jake being led around on a leash. He felt his face burn red. Then he felt his cock grow stiff in the cage, which was just a tad uncomfortable.

“They won’t do anything to her. Helena’s too proud for that. She has to beat me before she can screw with me. Selim’s tied up,” Pantea paused long enough to laugh, “and Alina’s too honest. Not the best trait for a demon, but she’s young. Plus she’s scared of her mom and won’t risk embarrassing her by screwing with a choice piece I entrusted her with.”  

“Um, okay. Uh…” Another turn and Jake learned he couldn’t see Lindsey and the demons anymore. The hole in the air was gone, and Jake could see another house in its place. The portal had vanished or was being hidden. He didn’t know. But it was hard to focus on that when he saw another dog walker turn a corner and take a surprised look at him. “Why are we out in public?”

Pantea chuckled as they walked down the sidewalk. “I told you not to worry.” They made their way down the sidewalk. “You just be my sexy toy until I move that cage you’re wearing to someone else.” She pointed at the object hidden in his pants. “And after I get someone else in it too. Being my sexy toy is your job now.”

Jake felt his cock try to grew stiff in the cage again. It made walking fairly uncomfortable.

“Do I have to be your toy in front of people?” he whisper-yelled.

Pantea turned her head just enough to give him an indulgent smile. The kind someone might give to a little kid that said something silly. “You’ll do as you’re told. Now get over here.” She jerked his leash forward, bringing him up close so she could grab his ass. Jake felt her give it a few hard squeezes.

“Let’s clear some things up, shall we?” She leaned into the crook of his shoulder, reminding Jake how much shorter than him she was, even in the heels of her ankle boots. Her horns might have poked him in the eye if they were still there. “I own you, Jake. Mind, body, and soul. There were no limits, terms, or conditions on the sale. That means I can make you do whatever I want.”

“I—” he couldn’t get further than that. Pantea had explained what owning him would mean more than once in his time as her prisoner. But in the midst of everything else—the other demons and the danger they posed, being out in public where it looked like someone was staring at him out a window in that house over there right now—everything she told him was one big jumble in his mind. He swallowed.

Pantea stopped squeezing his ass and gave it a few soft pats instead. It felt weirdly reassuring.

“What if I want to stop being your slave?” He knew the answer, it had been made abundantly clear over the months. But he couldn’t himself from asking the question.

She gave him an indulgent smile. Jake could almost pretend it looked kind. “It doesn’t matter what you want, sweetie. You don’t have free will anymore. If I want to make you do something—like get you to act like a boyfriend walking his girl down the street instead of being a walking talking wooden board—all I have to do is tell you to put your arm around my waist.”

Her words were an avalanche of warmth in Jake’s mind. To his surprise it felt… nice. Like he was suddenly buried in a cozy blanket. It took him a minute to realize that he’d done as ordered and slipped his arm inside hers to go around her waist. That was when the terror set in. She had seriously just made him move his body unwillingly with nothing but a few words.

“I don’t actually need to say anything either,” she continued. “I can just make you do stuff if I want. But that’s no real fun. I want my toys to be people, you know? Making them mindless automatons is boring.” She nuzzled her way deeper into his shoulder.

They turned another corner, crossing onto a new street.

Jake felt his heartbeat start speeding, felt himself starting to pant. Was she reading his mind too? Did she know what he was thinking right now? If he started insulting her in his thoughts, would she know? His panting grew faster and shallower. Her was verging on hyperventilating.

“Calm down.”

The panting faded into steady breath. The rushing in his ears disappeared. Jake felt himself calm down, like he always imagined smoking weed was like.

“There we go,” Pantea said. She gave his rump one more squeeze before slipping out of his grasp and picking up her pace. Jake felt his eyes gravitate towards her swaying ass as she pulled ahead. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get used to it without making you act like this. My thralls get a lot of leeway. But for now, I need you nice and relaxed.”

They had apparently come to their destination. A big house looming over the street. Jake blinked, looking around to see other houses just as big. He thought they were mansions or something, but he wasn’t sure. They were too square and blocky. Not ornate enough. That was when he saw the Greek letters over the porch and realized it was probably a frat house.

He and Pantea where on that patio before there was time for that realization to sink in. They stood right at the front door. The disguised demoness rang the doorbell. Jake heard the faint chime behind the walls. It hadn’t quite faded when Pantea grabbed him by the collar. Jake had just enough time to look at his demonic mistress before she pulled him into a hard kiss.

Holy shit.

Heat erupted from Jake’s core. His body shivered with utter pleasure as his mistress had her way with his mouth. Her tongue wrestled his into whatever position she wanted it. Her supernaturally strong grip kept him rooted firmly in place. Thoughts of the humiliating looks people were giving him in his half-naked, leashed and collared state faded into the distant background of his mind while the seconds passed like years.

The cage was suddenly torturous. Jake could feel himself whimper, but the noise was lost somewhere in the kiss.

“Uh…” a faint voice sounded out. It suddenly grew louder but remained just as far away. “Did… did someone call in some strippers?”

Jake didn’t know who was calling out. He didn’t care either. His world was once again ruled by his mistress. Then it all stopped. Pantea withdrew from their kiss and moved. Jake followed eagerly. His untaut leash dangled limply in his owner’s hand. The two of them pushed through the now open door, past the bewildered young man who was holding it open.

They strolled through the foyer and into a hallway, then to what looked like a rec room. There was another one or two college-age men past each threshold. Jake didn’t care anymore. He just wanted Pantea to keep playing with him. A powerful haze of lust had settled over his mind. On some level Jake realized it wasn’t natural and she was using her power over him to cause it, but at this point it just didn’t seem important.

Pantea pulled Jake in front of her and shoved him down onto a pool table. Then she was on him, straddling him at the waist and leaning in for another kiss. Minutes passed with just as much heat and intensity as they had at the door. Mistress Pantea said nothing. She acted, doing as she wished with her new property in full view of the steadily growing group of frat boys that wanted to know just what the fuck was going on in their home.

“Can we… help you?” One of them eventually asked when there was a pause. Pantea didn’t respond. Instead the demoness sighed to herself and went back down to keep having her fun. She reached down into Jake’s pants and gave still caged cock a few light strokes through the metal. Jake could only whimper. His own hands reached up to wander his owner’s body, which only got his hands pinned to the table, where her demonic strength kept them from wriggling round.

“Chuck,” came a voice. “What the hell.”

“This was not me! I did not call these people here!”

“Bullshit!”

“I understand why you would think it was me. But I swear to you that I had nothing to do with this! Do not blame me!”

“I was actually going to thank you,” said a new voice.

“Don’t do that either!”  

Pantea stopped.

Jake let out a desperate moan as the fun ended. Mistress was upright, still straddling Jake’s waist but ramrod straight. She kept her eyes on her slave and made a show of reaching down into his pants. The young man she owned cried out in happiness as he realized what she was doing. With one hand she unlocked the metal cage. Jake’s relieved moans at the freedom of his member filled the air as she pulled it out of his pants and brandished it high in the air. With a thud, Pantea slammed it down on the table Jake’s. His now free cock was already rock solid when she went back down to him.

“Does anyone know what that thing is?” Asked a voice. It prompted discussion. It seemed no one had seen it before. The lusty haze over Jake’s mind had lessened, but he still struggled to pay attention. Whatever Pantea was doing right now was important. She couldn’t take part in the frat boys’ conversation without losing Helena’s challenge, but Jake could tell she was listening to it. Not that it made a huge difference to him at that moment. Less than a hundred percent of her attention was enough to keep her wringing plenty of pleasure out of Jake’s body.

“Guys… I… I think it’s a chastity cage,” someone finally said.

In the silence that followed, Pantea stood. Jake moaned again. But this time she didn’t go back down. She jumped off the table. Then she pulled Jake to his feet by the collar. Plastered on her face was a wide, horny grin. Every frat boy in the room saw it as she spun on her heels and marched herself and her slave out of the room and back into the hallway. She didn’t go back to the front door. Instead she went in the opposite direction, to the back of the house instead of the front. Some of the spectators followed while others were still too stunned to move.

“Are we done?” Jake whispered when they walked out of the building and into the backyard. It was a nice backyard. Had a solid fence and trees and even a little garden amidst all the lawn ornaments and junk strewn about. He looked back and saw that none of the frat boys crossed the threshold of their home. “You didn’t… um.”

“Get one of them in the cage? No. Not yet. That’s up to them now.”

Jake blinked. He felt his thoughts sharpen and realized his mind was starting to come out of the lusty and calming hazes she had cast over him. They stopped next to a tree. A young one that was sturdy, but not quite thick yet. “Wait, what? You’re just leaving it in there?”

“Yep.”

“Bu—you—” he looked to see that small crowd of frat brothers still staring out at them. “What if none of them—” he lowered his voice even more. “Your whole plan was just to get them horny and then leave them with a cock cage?

“For the most part, yeah.”

What if they throw it out? Or if they call the cops for us trespassing? Or if they—”

His jaw was suddenly in Pantea’s grip. She made him turn his head back to her, and then went in for another kiss. A soft one this time. Slow. Sensual. Jake thought he heard a quiet “holy shit,” in the background from one of the brothers. The thrall’s eyes remained rooted to his owner’s face when she finally and steadily drew away.

“I’m not done yet, Jakey. Now for the last time, stop worrying. I’ll take care of everything.”

Another kiss. Harder than the last one, not as hard as the first. Just as intense. Just as all-compassing and distracting. Jake lost himself in the pleasure, with not cage to torment him to distraction. He didn’t even notice when a band of metal was locked around one wrist. Was only vaguely aware of his arms being brought up to the tree branch above his head a second before another cuff wrapped around the other wrist.  

Jake didn’t realize his hands were cuffed above his head until Pantea crouched down and he couldn’t follow her. Her hands wandered every inch of his body, lingering at his cock just long enough to bring him to the edge before traveling further downwards. Then she came back up, until she kissed him again.

As time passed, Jake fell deeper into the haze of lust and pleasure. He lost all track of time and had only the barest sense of his surroundings. His mistress took care of everything. He was little more than a dummy for her to work her magic on, a prop for her show. Every so often she would lean in and whisper sweet words that made Jake shudder. And he would moan and cry out and had to be hushed up so he wouldn’t disturb the neighbors who wouldn’t be as understanding as the staring frat boys under her spell.

There were others. Young men would draw close to ask questions, to try and get involved. All were rebuffed until the last one. There was a gleam of metal between their legs. Mistress stepped away. By then Jake was too far gone to be able to pay attention.

X*X*X

“I’m amazed that plan worked.” Claudia’s voice was dry.

“It was definitely a gamble,” laughed Pantea. Brenda thought she sounded a little sheepish. “I couldn’t really come up with anything better. You should have seen how worried Jakey was before I made him him stop. It was so cute!”

The man in question was staring down at the table, his face flushed red in embarrassment. He didn’t try to speak again.

“For the first time in a very long time, I believe I may have overestimated you.”

“Hmmph,” Pantea gave an exaggerated pout. The wine bottle was finally empty, and she was entertaining herself by taking a solid, gasp-inducing grip on Manuel’s balls. “I said it once, and I’ll say it again. You’re mean.”

Claudia gave a long-suffering sigh. “So in summation, you miraculously managed to win the second challenge with that harebrained scheme.” She leaned back into the table. Silence once again passed over the two demons. Brenda’s domina gave her—rival? Friend? The blonde slave really had no idea what to make of Claudia and Pantea’s relationship—a long look. “You did win, yes?”

“Oh yeah,” Pantea said. Aine stepped up to offer her another bottle of wine, but she waved her away. “it was down to the wire, but someone finally figured out that I wasn’t going to talk to any of them until someone put on the cage.” Her gaze lost focus as she thought. “Big guy. Real big. Definitely over six feet. Not as much muscle as you might think, but he’ll make a good teddy bear when I get him under control in a few weeks.”

“I take it he’s still wearing that cage.”

“Yep. I gave him a fake key and a card with my number on it. Told him to wear it as long as he can, then to call me when he can’t handle waiting anymore.” Pantea laughed. “When he finds out he can’t unlock it with that fake key he’s gonna be maaaaad.”

That was when Pantea looked directly at Brenda again. This time it was no quick glance or subtle wink. She openly leered at the blonde slave. “How long has blondie here been with you, Claudia? I don’t’ recognize her.”

Terrified, Brenda looked to her domina.  

“Don’t try to change the subject, Pantea. We’ll talk about my slaves later.” Later?” “What was Alina’s challenge? How did you handle her?”

Pantea’s gaze lingered on Brenda for a long moment. Beside her, Jake looked apologetic. When Pantea finally turned back to Claudia, her smile was downright savage. Brenda found herself taking a step back.