Kinktober 2023 #19 - Sticky/Sand

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, dubiously consensual, consensual, F/mf, femdom, lesdom, harem, bondage slavery, succubus, supernatural

Deep in the infernal realms, where the domain of the succubus Pantea can be found, three of her eternal thralls sat together. Their daily tasks were done, and there was nothing left to do but relax and talk amongst themselves.

There were two women and a man. The first woman was athletic and forever sun-tanned, her brunette hair silky and long. On that day she was wearing cutoff jeans over a pair of leggings, with a shoulderless sweater as a top.

The second woman, pale and blonde, wore a sexy maid outfit. Her skirt barely went down to mid-thigh, and didn’t fully hide the tops of her garter-held stockings. A pair of long white gloves traveled up her arms, and there was an abundance of cleavage displayed at the chest.

The man, for his part, wore his luxurious looking robe half-open. He had the dark skin of a main born and raised in the desert, a middle-eastern man with a muscular physique. A glass of some drink was in his hand, and he was asking the brunette a question.

“She captured you with quicksand?”

Lindsey nodded. “Yeah. I was out hiking. You know how she leaves traps all over the place? That’s how she got me. Then she spent–I don’t know, months?–edging me and Jake in a little dungeon of hers. I held out as long as I could, but then these other three demons showed up and, well, I’m sure you’ve heard the rest. How’d she catch you two?”

The abrupt change in subject amused the other two thralls. But they stifled their gentle laughter. Lindsey was one of their succubus owner’s newest thralls. She had not fully adjusted to life as the property of Pantea, and there was no sense in pushing her.

The three of them were all dressed in

It was Umar, who had once been part of a great desert army, who replied first.

“My capture was similar to yours. Though I was not hiking. I was delivering a message, taking a route I wasn’t familiar with to a place I had never been before. My camel and I fell in… I can’t really call it quicksand. It was more like a whirlpool in the desert.

“Jeez.”

“Yes. But it was at least quick. Before I knew what was even happening, I was laying in a cavern at Pantea’s feet. Even after all these years, the memory is vivid. She was wearing silks, and a jeweled veil across her face, which did nothing to hide the force of lust in her eyes. I saw them burning, slitted and above them were her horns and… well… I started begging her to spare my life.”

“Seriously?”

“She was obviously a demon,” Umar’s voice grew defensive. “Too solid to be a djinn. And I have never been the most courageous of men. I thought I was, when I was younger and training to be a soldier. One taste of battle taught me otherwise. So I became a messenger. And when I met Pantea and she stood above me like a vengeful deity, ancient and beautiful, I told her I would do anything for her mercy.”

Lindsey snorted. “I bet she was happy to hear that.”

“She squealed with delight, which made her slightly more terrifying. I agreed to sell myself to her in seconds. We then proceeded to celebrate. For quite some time. When we were done, she dressed me in the silks of a woman of the harem, much like she had been wearing, and spirited me away to her domain.”

“Figures.” The brunette ran a hand through her hair, picturing the scene. It was all too easy. Most frustratingly, she started picturing Pantea in a harem outfit herself, instead of the leather or slinky modern dresses she tended to favor in the time Lindsey had been her captive and then her thrall. She shook her head. Wanting to distract herself, she spoke again. “What happened to your camel?”

“Babar? Pantea took him with us. Let me keep and care for him in the stables, and occasionally I was allowed to ride him around.”

“That sounds like her. And what about you Sarah? How were you captured?”

The blonde Welshwoman in the maid costume replied with a smile that was only somewhat self-conscious. “I was not captured, I went to her willingly.”

“Oh, I see. Sorry, I guess I just assumed–I’m sorry.” Lindsey averted her eyes, now abruptly and entirely focused on the crackling fireplace.

Sarah chuckled. “It’s fine dear. My story is not quite as dramatic as Umar’s here. I was simply faced with a… sticky situation. I was being pursued by an abominable man. Well, perhaps that’s a tad unkind. He wasn’t that much worse than most of the men in my life, but I was not inclined to marry any man at all and no others were so dogged in their pursuit of me and my inheritance.”

“Ah.”

“Then, to make things worse, he saved my father’s life. At that point I was stuck in a betrothal to someone I loathed. Nothing I said or did to anyone could get me out of it. I prayed and prayed to the Lord to free me, but nothing ever happened. Finally, and only a week before my wedding, I prayed to hell instead.”

“And then Pantea showed up.”

“She had been disguised as a maid in my family’s estate for decades. A rather fetching maid, mind you, the kind of woman who only improved with age. She used to wink at me when she caught me looking.

“Is that why you…” Lindsey indicated Sarah’s outfit.

“Of course! It was a bit thrilling to be a maid to my own former maid at first. My father would have a heart attack if he could see me in any maid’s dress, much less this one! Mistress is actually tired of seeing me wear this, can you believe that? Half the time she tells me to change the moment she sees me in it!”

Sarah chuckled to herself, sipping at her coffee as she did. She had never been overly fond of tea, but had loved coffee the very moment she saw it.

“I wasn’t the first of Mistress’s captures in that disguise, you know. She had previously snared my family’s butler from when my father was a teenager, two other maids, a cook, and the local vicar in her time there. I wasn’t even the last! After sending me to live here she went on to claim a stableboy and my nephew’s governess.”

“Wow.”

“Oh yes. When she finally decided to shed her human disguise she gathered everyone she had enthralled in that lifetime for one massive orgy.”

“Have I met any of these people?”

“Of course. You ate breakfast with Charlie this morning, Henry has been part of the cooking staff ever since he was brought here, and I think you were with Bronwen the last time you went to Mistress’s bed.”

“Second to last time. But I see your point.”

Lindsey sank back into her chair, musing about how she was talking to two people centuries older than her about the sex demon who owned all their souls. How many conversations like this would she have in the future, with future thralls? Would she be as content as Umar and Sarah?

Yes, she realized, though she had zero intention of admitting it out loud, to anyone. Ever.

Especially not to Pantea.