Part II

Jake was back in Hell, back in bondage, and back to being teased like crazy. Thick leather cuffs kept his hands bound and raised high above his head. They were chained to the ceiling. His knees and ankles were tied together with thick bands. Keeping his balance with both legs bound was not as easy as it otherwise could be. Jake was positioned at the center of small pit, surrounded by soft cushions. A posture collar fit snugly around his neck, keeping his head up straight. But he wasn’t gagged, so with nothing else to do he asked his Mistress questions.

For a price.

“So, demons can just show up on earth whenever you want? No one has to summon you?”

There was a quick, sharp smack on Jake’s bare outer thigh as his Mistress struck him with a crop. There was more than one red mark at this point. His only clothing was a pair of leather shorts. Short shorts. It wasn’t even enough to keep his cock contained. The tip was poking out of the waistband. Pantea sat before him, splayed out on the cushioned seats with a crop in one hand and a drink in the other. One leg was crossed over the other, positioned in just the right spot for him to reach out with one ankle-booted foot to tease his member.

She had bright red skin, long thing horns, pitch-black hair, and her smile was bright. “Sure! Or at least Succubi like me can. But it comes with limitations. We can’t do anything demonic or magical to the mortals while we’re there. Someone has to summon us if we want to use actual Power on humans.”  

The two of them were in a private room in a club, the kind of place where people (demons) flung themselves around with wild abandon. Hell apaprently had an active party scene. Pretty obvious when you thought about it, but it still took Jake off guard when Pantea took him here instead of back to her cave where Lindsey and the other succubi were waiting. It wasn’t a huge room, just big enough to stand around in without descending into the shallow pit Jake and his owner were in. Loud music throbbed behind thick walls. The flooring beneath this ring was all cushioned and built like a big round bed. Perfect for sexy fun.

Mistress Pantea had decided not to give her new slave Jake any relief after the multi-hour public teasing session she had just put him through on earth. Instead one of her leather ankle boots was between his legs, gently rubbing up and down. But hey, at least he wasn’t gagged. At least not yet. He could see the ballgag destined for his mouth on Pantea’s lap.

“Eyes down, boy,” Pantea smiled. It was a good smile, and the sight of it on his dangerously beautiful owner’s face sent heat to Jake’s own, but there was an edge to her voice. Something that promised harsh punishment. Jake obeyed immediately.

But she hadn’t told him to stop asking questions.  

“But… if you can’t use magic on mortals, how did you control me back on earth?”

“Because I already own you, silly.” There was a sudden shift in the movement of her boot. The gentle rub was replaced by a sudden, swift shove. Now her toe was pressing Jake’s member against his body. He whimpered. “The laws meant to protect mortals don’t apply to you anymore. I can do aaanything I want with you, whenever I want, wherever I am.”

Another whimper. The enormity of what had happened today—that Jake had sold his soul to this mind-numbingly gorgeous sex demon—still hadn’t fully sunk in yet. There was also the matter of the final bet. Pantea had defeated the incubus Selim and the succubus Helena’s challenges, but there was one more to go. One more chance for Jake to be taken away from the devil he knew and into the hands of one he didn’t.  

“I… do you thi—aaaahhmmph!” Jake’s attempt at another question was cut short by the ballgag flying out of Pantea’s lap and into his mouth, where it buckled itself tightly around his heck.

“Hush,” Pantea commanded. “They’re here.”

The door opened seconds after she spoke. Four figures strolled in, two free and two bound and gagged. By now Jake knew all their names. The blonde woman in the courtly medieval looking dress was Helena. She walked free, skirts and long split sleeves trailing regally on the ground as she eyed her surroundings with a haughty eye. Just behind her was Alina, whose skin was a pale blue color. Her clothing was more modern, stylish designer jeans and a blouse. She looked irritated and nervous at the same time.

Three bets. Challenges. That was the deal Pantea had made with three succubi. Helena, Alina, and the incubus Selim. Pantea beat the first two. Alina—who Jake could see was quite a bit younger than the rest—was the last one to go.

And if Alina lost, all three of them would become Pantea’s slaves.

In Alina’s hands were a rope and a leather leash. At the end of the rope was Selim, the handsome man with gold-tinted skin. His hands were still bound behind his back, and he was making sure to stay far enough up that he didn’t end up getting dragged from behind. Between his lips was a thick cloth cleave-gagging him, pulled tight enough to dig sharply into his cheeks.

Beside Selim was the lone human of the group. Lindsey, the woman Pantea held captive with Jake before had had been “convinced” to sell his soul. Lindsey was still dressed in the dark clothing Pantea put her in. A black dress with a skirt long and tight enough to hobble her legs. A dark leather armbinder, a thick hood that only left her eyes and two small holes for her nose exposed, and a posture collar that forced her to keep her head straight.

“Hey guys!” Pantea exclaimed when they all entered. Her tone was jovial, like she was greeting good friends instead of three rival succubi she was trying to enslave and a captive mortal she spent months tormenting.

“Is there a reason,” Helena spoke through her teeth, “that you decided to make us search for you instead of simply returning to your cave?”

Jake gulped. It had been a few hours since he and his Mistress returned from earth. He hadn’t realized the others didn’t know where they’d gone. Sure enough, all four were glaring fire at his owner. Well, three of them were glaring fire. Alina was trying, but her nerves were getting in the way of her anger.

“I thought it would be funny,” Pantea replied. She ignored the blatant fury of her guests and patted the cushion beside her. “Now come sit with me, you might as well relax and enjoy yourselves while you’re still free.”

Helena’s eyes were steel. “I will remain standing.”

Pantea shrugged. She picked up her drink and took a sip. Her foot resumed its light rubbing against Jake’s cock. A little moan escaped him, and his Mistress graced him with a faint smile. Then her eyes grew distant, and when she spoke her playful tone was replaced by frost. “I think you’ve insulted me enough for one day, Helena. I’ve been forgiving so far, but now isn’t the time to spurn my hospitality on top of everything else.”

The balance of power had completely shifted over the course of the day. Helena had started these confrontations and challenges with haughty superiority, looking down at Jake’s Mistress at every turn. Mocking her. All that was gone. She froze at Pantea’s cold voice, caught between her pride that demanded defiance and a sense of practicality that now refused to be ignored.

Off to the side, Selim was glaring ferociously. But his demeaner had changed just as much. His burning contempt had morphed into wariness and impotent fury. He stared at Pantea like she was a wild animal about to eat him. Combined with his bonds and the thick cloth gagging him, he ironically looked feral enough on his own. Jake was suddenly even more glad than before that Selim had failed his chance to take him from Pantea.

But here and now it was Alina who transformed the most. Pantea’s words seemed to galvanize her. Her nervous expression transformed into one of iron. She visibly gathered herself and marched down to the cushioned pit, stopping only to shove Selim’s rope at Helena. The blonde succubus was taken aback and nearly dropped the rope. She stared as Alina casually stepped into the put while pulling Lindsey down with her.

Pantea chuckled and pat the cushion to her right. Alina remained stone-faced as she took her seat and crossed her legs as of on a normal lunch date. She steadfastly ignored her red hostess as she sat, instead focusing her attention on the bound and gagged young man strung up in front of her. Jake watched as her eyes wandered up and down his naked body, as if appraising him. She still had a chance to theoretically win him. Jake didn’t think that was likely to happen. But if it did, he just hoped she wouldn’t the frustrations of the day out on his body. He’d been through enough.

Noticing the look on his face, Alina gave him a little smirk and a wink. Jake hastily looked away.

Lindsey didn’t get to hold on to any dignity herself. As soon as the bound, hobbled, and gagged woman came within Pantea’s reach she found herself pulled down to sit hip to hip with the grinning red demoness. Lindsey yelped at the sudden grab, then growled as her captor began feeling her up. One might think it had been days instead of hours since Pantea had touched the hooded brunette with the way she mauled the poor woman’s firm breasts.  

“Are you going to sit or what?” Pantea kept playing with Lindsey as she asked. The hard edge in her voice was enough to quiet down some of Lindsey’s yipping. Helena, the clear recipient of the question, continued to glare until Alina spoke up one more time.

“Just get down here already.”

Helena turned her glare to the younger succubus before she finally acquiesced. The blonde demoness lifted her skirts to take careful steps down into the pit. She sat as far away from Pantea as she could without putting Jake out of her sight. The fabric of her dress swished against Jake’s skin as she moved. The young man twisted a little in the air, turning just enough to be able to see all three succubi in his periphery vision.

Selim moved to follow but was stopped short when Pantea spoke up. “Not you.” She raised one hand, and shackles burst forth from the ground. They clamped tightly on the incubi’s legs, trapping him in his spot. The poor bastard almost tripped over the metal he found trapping his legs. He snarled behind his gaze, only to be ignored by everyone. Helena shrugged and dropped his rope.

“Now what’s my next challenge?” Pantea asked Alina when her mauling of Lindsey lessened.

“What I do I have to do to win all three of you and all the thralls you own?”  
                 
Alina turned up her nose and pointedly did not look at Pantea. “You must seduce a non-mortal being to kiss you.”

A non-mortal creature? Something that wasn’t human? Was that what that meant?  
                         
Pantea didn’t seem to have any confusion. She looked thoughtful. “Interesting.”

Helena seemed a little more aggravated. “Interesting?” The look she gave Alina wasn’t really a glare. She was too on guard for that. But it was something close. Selim had no such compunctions. His gaze was ferocious and directed entirely on the youngest succubus in the room.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Pantea said. All eyes went back to her. “I said interesting, because she said seduce. Not kidnap, control, or take. Seduce. And I bet there’s a few catches involved.”

Alina nodded with almost no hesitance. “You can’t disguise yourself,” she said. “Your target has to know you’re a succubus from the very beginning. And no magic.”

Pantea let out a low whistle. “So I have to get something that probably knows what I am to dive into the deep end with a dastardly, untrustworthy succubus. Anything else?”

“They have to kiss you. Not the other way around. Willingly,” she added a second later, “and with no coercion.”

“Yeah, I got that part, thanks.” Pantea’s voice was plaintive, but her face was as thoughtful as ever.

“You have one week,” Alina finished.

“Mm weagh?” Came Selim’s muffled voice. He yelped a second later when Helena gave his rope a hard tug to remind him to be quiet.

“Why only a week?” Helena asked, her sharp eyes focused on Alina.

“The wager is that she must match our achievements,” Alina said, a little defensively. “I will not let her weasel out of it because I exaggerated mine.”

“And I would totally do that if I could,” Pantea laughed. Her grin was more than a little nerve wracking. Even for Jake, who wanted her to win. “Now you’re thinking like a demon! So, I can go after anything that’s not a mortal? I can get a dragon, an elf, a djinn, anything?”

“Anything,” Alina confirmed.

“What about a vampire? Or a youkai?” Pantea’s eyes narrowed. “Could I go after an angel?”  
Alina stared back. “It can’t be anyone or anything that you’ve kissed or had any sexual contact with in the past,” she amended. “But other than that, yes. It can be anything. And once you pick a target, you have to stick to it.”

“Okay! I think I can pull that off.” Pantea cracked her knuckles. “Might be a bit tricky. It sounds like the real challenge will be finding something to seduce. Us magical creatures like to hide. And other magical creatures especially try to hide from demons. Unless…”

She let the word hang in the air. Everyone went still and quiet. Music from the main club still throbbed behind the walls, but now seemed more distant than ever. Jake could almost hear the blood rushing in his ears. His eyes whipped to each person in the room. To Helena’s tense effort to keep a poker face, Selim’s unhidden rage, Alina’s shaking but steely expression, and finally to a sullenly silent Lindsey. The hooded brunette woman was no longer being molested. Her captor had abandoned her body to think.  

This frozen moment finally came to an end when Pantea moved. She left Linsey behind to lean in close to Alina, who stiffened at her rival’s sudden approach and was put off by the anticipatory smile on Pantea’s face. Alina now wore a look of confusion as Pantea came within inches of her and laid one red hand on the younger succubus’s leg.

Pantea’s caressing touch was light. Her fingers traveled gently up and down Alina’s thigh. The shocked look on the blue demoness’s face almost seemed disproportionate.
“W-what are you doing?” Alina asked, uncertain. Her eyes darted up and down, back and forth from her leg to Pantea’s face.

“Seducing you.”

What.

”What?!”

“I’m seducing you!” Pantea explained with a bright smile.

“I—I’m not, I don’t--what?!?. Alina’s poise disappeared. Her newfound resolve and steely confidence were gone and replaced by shock and fearful confusion.
“You cannot be serious!” Helena exclaimed. Jake saw her lean forward. She was almost standing now, ready to attack. Jake didn’t doubt she would be willing to. “You can’t seduce Alina.”

Pantea did not turn to look at Helena. “Why not? She said I could go for anything. That includes demons, right? Why would I waste time searching for some random member of a race I find when I have a gorgeous treat sitting right in front of me?” Her gaze smoldered as she gave Alina a once over. Jake knew that look. That was the look his Mistress liked to give him, and Lindsey, and anyone she liked to have sexy fun with. Her words were no bluff.

“Phhm mmnnmn hm n phmnfm!” Selim exclaimed.

“Yes, she would be a slave!” Helena said, apparently translating. “This is the third challenge. If you win, you get all of us. Alina would be condemning herself to being your property!”

Pantea grinned. “Yep!”

Both Helena and Selim sputtered at the brazen answer. They had no words, no coherent response for the audacity of what Pantea was attempting to do. Neither did Alina, for that matter. The blue succubus did her own share of sputtering and even blushing. Jake was surprised to see the deep flush appear on her blue cheeks.

Eventually, she found her voice. It was shrill. “Why would I choose to let you take me?”

“I dunno, why would you?”

“I wouldn’t!”

“Then why is my hand still on your leg?”

Alina smacked the hand in question away. Pantea just laughed. She didn’t move. Jake thought he saw her inch a little closer, taking away a little more of her target’s personal space. Alina refused to give ground, but still leaned backwards.

“I—you… If I were to surrender to you, I would not only be giving up my freedom, I would be giving up theirs!” Alina gestured at Helena and Selim. Her hand smacked against Jake as she did so. He grunted at the sudden contact, more from surprise than pain.

“Them?” Pantea scoffed. “These two social climbers who boss you around and insult you if you step a toe out of line? Why should you care what happens to them?.”

“How dare you?!” Helena stood.

Pantea still didn’t bother to look in her direction as she raised one hand. More shackles like the ones binding Selim burst out of the seats and the floor to grab Helena by the wrists and ankles. Then they pulled back, forcing the blonde succubus back to her seat, the chains holding her limbs taught against the floor and the circular couch. Another gesture of Pantea’s fingers and a second ballgag appeared beside her. Much like Jake’s gag earlier, it flew forward and into Helena’s mouth where it buckled itself tightly behind her neck.

“Mnn phrmnchmrnnph HNPHCH!” Helena screamed.

Pantea continued to ignore her, still keeping all her attention on her prey. “It’s not easy being you, is it Alina?”

Alina’s eyes were wide now. She openly stared, first at Helena bound to the ground and couch, then at the red demoness who was still undressing her with her eyes. “Excuse me?” She whispered.

“Most of us started out as humans and ended up as demons because we like making people our sex toys,” Pantea explained. Her hand was on the cushions now, creeping its way back to Alina’s leg. “We all had the option to be nicer to the slaves and captives and victims we had in our mortal lives but chose not to. Me, Helena and Selim, Claudia, your mom… no one made us act the way we did. We did it all on our own. And when the time came, we chose to be demons.

“But you never had that choice, did you Alina?”

The blue succubus was silent. She looked stricken. Pantea’s hand was suddenly on her leg again. Her caress was as gentle as ever as it trailed up and down Alina’s inner thigh.

“You were born to this. You were expected to seduce, enslave, and fuck from day… whenever you became an adult. No choice in the matter. If you ask me, that takes out at least half the fun of it. Sure, you don’t have to take thralls if you want to, but what else are you supposed to do growing up in Izzy’s house and surrounded by all of her thralls?”

Selim and Helena were howling and ranting under their gags as Pantea spoke. Jake couldn’t make out their words, but the intent in all of them was obvious. Threats. Insults. Desperate but half-hearted bargaining. Pantea and Alina paid them no mind, too absorbed in Pantea’s words. Jake and Lindsey watched in silence as Pantea moved her hand up to stroke the younger woman’s arm.

Alina tensed up but didn’t push the hand away a second time. “So what if I never had a choice? That’s not a good enough reason to give it all up on a whim.”  

Pantea’s giggle sounded like it belonged at a slumber party. “Of course not, there’s another reason you’re going to think about it. I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Alina.” She leaned in close. When her lips were almost touching Alina’s ear, she spoke so quietly that Jake had to strain to hear. “Letting someone else take charge is awesome.”

The blue demoness jolted back and looked at the seductress as if she had just told her to become a nun. “Excuse me?”

Jake blinked. For a second, he thought he saw a glimmer of interest in Alina’s eyes. He was distracted a second later when his Mistress suddenly lashed out with her crop, smacking him right on the side of his ass. He cried out, as much from surprise as pain. Damn it, when did she pick up the crop again?

“Don’t get me wrong,” Pantea’s voice was only a little louder, to be heard over Jake’s pained little grunts as she. “Being in charge is awesome too. But it can be a real drag sometimes. When you have enough slaves, keeping them all in line can start to turn into a chore. I can tell you from personal experience that giving yourself to someone else can be a ton of fun. Is that why you let these two boss you around?”

Alina was interested. It was clear for everyone to see. And Pantea kept going.

“Tell me you’re not interested, and I’ll stop.” Her hand had reached Alina’s shoulder. She was tracing little circles with her thumb. “Tell me that you’re not the least bit curious to find out what it’s like to be collared at my feet, licking my boots. That you have no interest in being all bound up, snug as a bug. That you wouldn’t love to let all your worries melt away in your submission to someone who knows what they’re doing. Be honest with me, Alina. If you weren’t at least curious, you would have ended this conversation by now.”

Selim and Helena had gone silent. Jake chanced a glance in their direction and saw them looking on in horror, terrified that they were about to be consigned to a life as Pantea’s slaves on the whims of someone else. Lindsey’s fear seemed more restrained. She stared at Pantea instead of Alina.

“You…” Aline gulped. “You would have me forever, not sometimes.”

“Hmm?” Pantea frowned and cocked her head. “Did I say the loses would be my slaves forever? I don’t remember that. The deal was that you would become my slaves, I can let you go if I want. If nothing else, your mom will bribe me to do it after a while. Me and her go waaay back.”

Her hand left Alina’s shoulder. It moved slowly up until Pantea’s fingers came to rest ever so gently on the younger succubi’s pale blue cheek.

“But don’t worry about her. This isn’t her choice, it’s yours.” Her voice was once again a whisper. “This is your path out, even if you don’t want out forever. And if you don’t want it, if you want to live life as you always had without knowing the simple, mindless pleasure of submission… then you can say no. And I won’t look for anyone else to seduce. You’ll be free, those two will be in your debt, and you’ll have your pick of my extensive collection of thralls. All you have to do is lean forward and kiss me.

“The choice is entirely yours.”

“But… the challenge…” Alina’s lip was trembling. “If I say no, you lose.”

“I can live with one loss out of three. All I lose is one slave. I have plenty more.”

Pantea pulled her hand away from Alina’s cheek, and leaned back into her own seat. They talked more and Jake didn’t know how long the conversation lasted. They discussed things he had no frame of reference for, people he didn’t know, and events he had no knowledge of. Jake watched as his Mistress chipped away at her prey’s resolve it became background noise. Jake didn’t need to hear the words. He knew where this was going. He could see it in Alina’s face. It was only a matter of time.

Finally, there was a moment where no one spoke. It stretched out for an eternity. All eyes rested on the red and blue demons staring into each other’s eyes. Jake heard a whimper from somewhere in the distance and he didn’t know who was making it. Pantea remained leaning back into her cushions, her eyes never leaving the blue-skinned demoness as she awaited Alina’s decision.

When the kiss finally came, it came quick.

And just like that, Alina had a new Mistress.  

X*X*X

“And now I have three new succubus slaves!” Pantea exclaimed. Brenda was reminded of a child bragging about all the great birthday presents they received. The red succubus was leaning forward, elbows on the table and tickling poor Manuel’s feet. The naked man was still spread-eagled and splayed out on the table—each of his limbs chained to a different table leg—shivered, twitched, and struggled not to be too loud through his gag and irritate domina Claudia. “I spent the whole night breaking them and Jake in!”  

“I’m sure,” Claudia answered. The other succubus remained poised and resplendent in her deep blue and purple stola. Brenda got the distinct impression her Domina was fighting not to roll her eyes. “How exactly did you explain to Izandra that you enslaved her daughter?”

“By promising her Alina’s slaves and up to a third of Helena and Selim’s. I talked to her right before I came here. Honestly, I think she’s angrier at you than she is at me.” Pantea tried to take another sip of her bottle of wine, only to discover it was empty. She held it upside down, and only a few drops spilled out. Directly onto the floor, where Brenda knew she would have to clean it up from later. A glance at Aina, red-headed an in a bright blue dress like Brenda’s green one, and the stony look she shot Brenda’s way confirmed it.

“And did you refuse to explain to her how you made Alina yours as well as me?”

“Absolutely,” Pantea suddenly looked pensive. “But you know how Izzy is. She’s probably figured it out by now.” She abruptly turned her attention to Brenda. “Hey Blondie, get me another drink.”

Brenda jumped at the sudden address. The simple fact that this red succubus was paying attention to her was… frightening. She didn’t want that. Being able to walk away was a relief even if she could sense Pantea’s gaze on her body in the tasteful, tight green dress she wore. Brenda’s chains jingled as she moved.

Claudia brought a glass to her lips. “What about your other human captive? The woman. You were in the process of obtaining her soul as well as the boy’s.”

Brenda picked up a new bottle of wine and turned just in time to she the way Jake averted his gaze. It was made all the more pronounced by his Mistress’s hearty chuckle.

X*X*X

“So Lindsey,” Pantea abruptly said to the bound woman on her right. She grabbed the hooded brunette by the chin and made her look into her yellow eyes. The succubi’s red tail was coiled gingerly around the hooded woman’s waist. Jake caught sight of her trying to squirm away from Pantea more than once while she was busy seducing Alina, only for that tail to keep her close.

Off to the side, the Mistress’s new demon slaves were kneeling silently. Helena and Selim were bound, tightly and with chains. A length hobbled their legs together with barely any room to take a step, and new metal shackles kept their wrists together behind their backs. Their gags were unchanged, but an empowered command to be silent made them purely decorative. Alina knelt next to them, unbound but submissive.

“Today you’ve seen me take your boyfriend—” both humans murmured protests at this description, which Pantea of course ignored “—and three other sexy demons for my own. Mind, body, and soul. Four new thralls, all for me.” She pulled Lindsey closer, and her voice took on that now familiar edge. “Do you really thing you’re not going to join them sooner or later?”

A long moment passed. Lindsey, put on the spot, her eyes wide with fear, gave her head a tiny little shake no.

“That’s what I thought. Now what do you say we cut to the chase and stop wasting time? The sooner we make it official, the more fun we can have.” That horny, predatory look gleamed in her eyes. “All you have to do is nod, and everything you are will be mine. Are you ready to be my slave?”

Lindsey froze. She averted her eyes, looking down into the corner with shameful desire. There was a stretch of time when Jake thought she would refuse. For the principle of it, if nothing else. But slowly, steadily, Lindsey gave a nod.

Pantea let go of her chin and drew her new thrall into her embrace. Lindsey whimpered as her owner pet her head like a scared little doggy.
“Good girl.”

X*X*X

“You took five new slaves in one day. Three of them demons, which means you obtained all of their slaves as well.” Claudia respectfully inclined her head toward her guest. “Congratulations.”

Pantea abandoned her ministrations of Manuel’s feet to lean back in triumph. “Thank you.”            

It was at that moment that Brenda came up to present Pantea with a new bottle of wine. “Set it down right there, sweetheart.” The shapely blonde slave bowed politely before taking one more step forward to set the bottle down far enough from Dominic’s leg that it wouldn’t get knocked over. The very instant her hands left the bottle, Brenda felt something around her waist. She looked down and saw a red tail. Her eyes widened. There was just enough time to realize what was about to happen before Brenda was wrenched backwards into Pantea’s lap.

Brenda struggled on instinct, but to no avail. Pantea’s arms snaked around and through Brenda’s their legs were suddenly entwined. Even if she wasn’t chained hand and foot, Brenda would never be able to escape her captor’s exploring hands. They wandered her body, feeling up her sides and tummy before finding her breasts. “Rrnm Hrnhmr, hrmrhm!”

Amused laughter sang in Brenda’s left ear. Her molester’s. “Wow, your muffled little voice is eeeevery bit as cute as you are.”

Guests were allowed to play with Claudia’s property. Those were the rules. A glance back at her Domina and Aine showed Brenda their impassive, uninterested stares. The sight made the shapely blonde whimper, but also drew a blanket of calm over her mind. She made herself stop struggling. The succubi were her betters. Domina Claudia had spent two years drilling that all-encompassing fact into Brenda’s head. She was a toy. So beyond stopping her struggles, Brenda started to move her body in concert with Pantea’s touch. She moaned and pushed her breasts into Pantea’s grip, she leaned back into her captor’s shoulder and she grinded her rump into Pantea’a leather clad lap.

“Ooo, so well trained,” Pantea cooed in her ears. One hand suddenly made its way down to Brenda’s inner thigh, where it trailed along until— “Mmmph!” Brenda suddenly exclaimed in surprise. Her moans became more real, less put-upon. There was more laughter in her ear. “I could have a looot of fun with you,” Pantea said. “Maybe I should stick around and play with you for a while. What do you think, Jakey?”

Jake started, surprised. He had been trying to make himself small since his last attempt to speak and shot a fearful glance in Claudia’s direction before answering his Mistress’s question with a timid, “Y-yeah, that would be fun.”

“Why are you here, Pantea?” Claudia interjected before the conversation could go any farther. Jake sagged in relief.

“Why am I here?” Pantea repeated. Her ministrations upon Brenda’s body never ceased. “Can’t I decide to pay a visit to an old friend and student of mine? Or are you asking me why that visit is coming right after you sicced three demons on me?”

Brenda froze, her eyes wide with fear. To one side she saw Jake do the same. On the other edge of her vision Brenda saw that even Aine suddenly looked tense. A fight? Was that possible here?

Claudia scoffed. “They were hardly a threat to you.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.” Pantea’s voice was colder now. “You set me on them too. And you know damn well that I don’t appreciate being used as a blunt instrument.”

“Which brings me back to my question. Why have you come here?”

Tension hung over the room. Silence reigned.

“First I want to thank you,” Pantea said.

“Mhrh?” Brenda exclaimed before she could stop herself. That tension bled out of the air, though Brenda couldn’t stop herself from whimpering at the sight of domina Claudia’s sharp glance at her, a nonverbal command to quiet herself.

“Hush now,” Pantea whispered. Then she raised her voice to address Claudia. “That’s right, as annoying as it is to be used with no heads up, I do appreciate my three new slaves. Stop by tomorrow. Izandra and Catherine will be there, and the three of you can have your pick of my new property’s property.”

Claudia arched one elegant eyebrow. “You mean Selim and Helana’s thralls? Their entire collections?”

“It’s not like they need them anymore.”

“You don’t want them for yourself?”

“Not really,” Pantea shrugged. Brenda could feel it on her back. “I have no interest in getting a whole mass of thralls at once. You know me. Too impersonal. I’ll just auction off anyone the three of you don’t want. That should be fun.”

“I see.” Claudia’s face was a stone wall. “You said that was the first thing. What else do you want?”

Pantea’s hands stopped where they were. One arm was pulled around Brenda’s chest, above her breasts. The other wrapped around Brenda’s tummy. The succubus rested her chin on the blonde’s shoulder. “You used me, Claudia. You disrupted my plans for my new slaves to get rid of three upstarts who irritated you. Or you were hoping one of them would get lucky and get rid of me.

“I want recompense.”

Claudia sighed. Brenda tried not to stare at the sight. It wasn’t like her Domina to react so openly. She seemed to have no problem letting her guard down a little in front of Pantea. They really were friends, weren’t they? Or at least friendly enemies. Claudia didn’t even look surprised, although Brenda wasn’t quite sure what they were talking about. The word recompense was unfamiliar, although it sounded like… like compensation or…
Payment.

Oh no.  

Slowly, Pantea’s hands resumed their exploration of Brenda’s body. “It’s not like you won’t get a bunch of replacements tomorrow.”

No no no no no no no.

“I’ve only owned her for a few years, Pantea. I’d prefer to keep her longer.”

This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t! Claudia was strict, harsh, and sometimes cruel. But she was also consistent and almost fair. She was the devil Brenda knew. Brenda didn’t want to be traded away to Pantea! Pantea was… she was chaotic and unpredictable! How would Brenda ever be able to anticipate this demoness’s random whims?

“Oh, please. I know your type, Claudia. You like them haughty and strong. Defiant, tough cookies. A sweet, shy little cutie like this? Just listen.” Pantea gave Brenda’s breasts a sudden, hard squeeze and Brenda squealed. “She’s my type and you know it.”

"Nr Nrmnnr, hrmrhm!" Now the blonde slave struggled for real, squirming for all she was worth. But it was all for nothing. Her prospective Mistress held her tight, and her grip was unbreakable. She kept right on feeling Brenda up without any sign of difficulty keeping her under control. Brenda begged Claudia with her eyes and her muffled words not to let this happen. She was ignored.

“I can’t enjoy a little variety now and again? I took her for myself, Pantea.”

Brenda shifted her attention to Aine, who remained still as a statue at their Domina’s side. She gave no indication that she was aware of Brenda making any kind of noise.

Pantea scoffed. “You wanted me to do your dirty work, Claudia. This is my price.”

Claudia held up a glass and swished around the drink within. She was thinking, considering. She was actually thinking about it. But no. No. Brenda was hers. Her Domina was as possessive as any other succubus. As possessive as Pantea, even. Brenda too a calming breath. She had nothing to worry about. She didn’t! Domina Claudia would never—

“Okay, fine,” said Pantea. “I’ll let you punish Jake for talking out of turn earlier. One hour.”

Jake’s head whipped up. “Wait, what?”  

“Very well,” said Claudia with a shrug. “I hereby relinquish all claim to the mind, body, and soul of Brenda Marianne Frazier.”

Brenda stared. All fight left her, and she went limp in her new Mistress’s arms.

“Great!” Pantea exclaimed. Brenda felt a kiss on her cheek. “You’re mine now, cutie. Now come on. Let’s go get to know each other while Claudia finishes up with Jakey.”

She stood up and pulled Brenda off to a private room by the chains at her wrists while telling her other slave to be good. Brenda met his eyes. The wide, terrified look she saw was clearly a mirror of her own.

X*X*X

Hours later, Pantea sat on one of the massive, circular beds in her domain and basked in the presence of all her new slaves.

First was her little helper, Jake. He had been so useful these last two days, acting exactly as she him to at every turn. Not being difficult when she needed to show up Selim, being so pliant at the frat house, letting Claudia save that little bit of face she needed to when she gave something up… Pantea had called him her little present when he first stumbled into her closet trap and she’d found him all wrapped up in a cocoon of clothing. The nickname turned out to be far more apt than she realized at the time. He really was the gift that kept right on giving.  

Now Jake was getting a little bit of a break. Bound and gagged, sure, but gently. Soft leather cuffs with plenty of chain at his wrists and ankles, that was it. Hell, his wrists were even bound in front instead of behind. It was the least Pantea could do for her poor pet after the thrashing Claudia gave his rump. His bare skin down there was almost as red as hers! He was laying on the edge of the bed. Pantea would have someone give him a massage later.

Selim’s bondage was much more severe on account of his being such an asshole all the time. The gold-skinned incubus didn’t get a spot on the bed. Instead he was naked and bound in a severe strappado. Pantea was honestly impressed by how flexible he was. Four thousand years of life and she could probably count the number of men whose arms could stretch that far on her fingers. The were almost vertical! Add that to how low the chain attached to his collar was pulling him, and it was one hell of a strappado. His angry grunting through his massive ring gag was music to his Mistress’s ears. All that remained was to take a crop and a flogger and a paddle and a cat-o-nine-tails and a whip and whatever else Pantea decided to use to make his ass redder than Jake’s. Oh, and the cock cage. He was going to need one of those soon, because it would be a looooong time before Pantea let him come again. It was only fair.

Helena’s bondage wasn’t as severe. That would have to change eventually, since she probably deserved as much as Selim was getting, but that dress of hers was just so beautiful! All silky green fabrics in various shades of green. Pantea didn’t want to ruin it yet. She wanted to look at it almost as much as she wanted to play with her new blonde succubus slave. So she stuck the blonde bitch on a big X-shaped cross. Helena was doing her best to hold on to whatever dignity she had left, holding her chin up and refusing to meet anyone’s gaze and such. But between the thick ballgag and the shackles binding her arms to the cross, there wasn’t much she could do.  

Alina’s new gold collar looked fantastic against her pale blue skin. As did the gold veils and silks she was wearing. A full-on harem girl costume to cover (but not actually hide) any of her skin. And the chains, of course. As golden as the collar. Wow, Pantea was using a lot of chains today. Visiting Claudia’s place must have put her in a mood. At the moment Alina seemed content to let Lindsey service her between the legs. The younger succubus was getting a fair amount of freedom compared to the others. She would have to be broken in to more bondage at some point.

Lindsey had been hogtied by Alina, but at least she wasn’t stuck in that tight black dress and pencil skirt anymore. Well, that was fortunate for her anyway. Pantea was kinda missing the look. Those clothes did a great job hugging her body… but no, she’d been a good girl today. And it was the second night of her new life after months of teasing, so Pantea would be nice. A simple hogtie, with rope. Her only clothing was lacy black lingerie. A lovely look made all the more lovely by the sight of her between Alina’s legs. Apparently, the blue succubus slave had taken a liking to the brunette. Maybe Lindsey wasn’t destined to be Jake’s girlfriend after all. Something to think about.

And then there was the newest of the new. Cute little Brenda, the nicely shaped blonde woman Pantea had taken as payment from Claudia. She seemed so lost and forlorn sitting on the edge of the bed. It was to be expected. Going from a strict owner like Claudia to Pantea’s more relaxed style would be an adjustment. Pantea was going to have to be patient with the poor girl, who had been naked for hours but was still wearing the chains that had been part of her uniform as Claudia’s thrall.

Pantea sat there, naked and bright red, observing all her new property. It had been a long, profitable couple of days, maybe even more if she went back for that big frat boy she had in chastity. Now it was time to really play. The only question now was who to start with? The sore but oh so fuckable Jake? Those haughty jerks who weren’t allowed on the bed? Bashful, inexperienced at submission Alina? The shy cutie? The athletic brunette? Pantea really was spoiled for choice.

“Alright, pets,” Pantea declared. All eyes were drawn to her, inclined on her throne of pillows, her tail swaying back and forth in the air.

“Let’s have some fun.”