Reed thought about kicking down the door. It would certainly have made an entrance. It would have impressed Laurel - if she were on the other side, that is. Then again, if she wasn't there, if there was some sort of fake there, then he'd look like a fool. Even worse, if he tried to kick down the door and failed, then the kidnappers would be alerted to his presence.

Decisions, decisions, thought Reed. He couldn't consider himself a true swashbuckler if he went around failing at something so simple as a dramatic entrance. This should be second nature! Laurel; beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent, and literally angelic... Laurel was not some ordinary damsel to be rescued.

Eventually, he decided to go in via a window on the second floor. The cramped confines of the city made it easy to hop, jump, and grapple his way up to the roof of an adjacent hut. He balanced himself, delicately walking across a beam of a long-collapsed structure until he made his way to the window. He couldn't see in, but a roguish fellow knew that adaptability was just as important as planning. 

Reed Johnstone sucked in his breath and took a running start. He tumbled through the door and drew his sword in the same motion. 

Metal slammed against metal. At first, he assumed he'd crossed blows with some miscreant. It took him a moment to realize that it was the window which had shut; a massive lead shutter slammed down and blocked the light as well as his point of ingress. His eyes darted about the abandoned building. Laurel was certainly not on the first floor. The door was heavily barred with a half-dozen chains that clinked from the impact of his entry. 

The rogue moved forward, keeping his sword drawn. He wasn't sure what he'd face - bandits, golems, strange creatures - but he was alert and ready for any horrific creature to pop out of the darkness. He set foot on a thoroughly unsafe staircase and began to move towards another floor. Reed winced; the sound of his boot on the aged wood seemed echo throughout the city. 

He took another step. Obviously, this was a trap. You don't set up a gigantic system to lock someone in place unless it's a trap. Nor do you wait around at the top of the stairs looking like a luxurious leather goddess.

Reed did a double-take. At the top of the stairs was a familiar face attached to a curvy body and adorned with two leathery wings. She ran a hand through her blonde hair.

"'Allo, Mister Johnstone," intoned Rocky. The succubus was familiar to Reed, having clashed with him on numerous occasions. Her accented words echoed through the otherwise-silent room. "Are you here for Laurel?" 

"Where is she!?" Reed brandished his rapier and kept a hand on his throwing daggers. "You know you're no match for me in a fight."

"Ahh.... ahh, you're quite correct," she chirped in accented speech. "But... you're not going to  fight me."

"Won't I? I'd do anything for Laurel."

"Oh, I know. You'd do everything you could for her. But unfortunately, you've got this distinct code, and I know you can't bring yourself to do me any lasting harm. Pretty little things like us seem to have an advantage over chivalrious sorts like you."

Rocky the succubus moved her hands in an arc, showing off her scantily-clad form. She punctuated "things like us" in a peculiar way.... not just in that she was teasing him with the vivid visual that was her nimble form, but also...

"Us?" Reed raised an eyebrow. He turned around just in time to see a second succubus and feel her fist.

Aysis had taken great pleasure in setting up her captive. The clinic was a far cry from the dingy, abandoned hovel where they had ambushed Reed. If Rocky was sweet, Aysis was salty. She brushed back a strand of purple hair and tightened the leather straps around her ring-toe sandals. She didn't want to trip while working on her their acquisition. 

And he was an acquisition. Reed Johnstone? Hmmm... Aysis had been calling him that for a long time, but she was tempted to give him a new name. "Cow" or "Unit" or "Cattle," perhaps. Something befitting of what they had in store for the hapless rogue.

He didn't seem to have much an idea... but they'd made sure he wouldn't be getting any ideas while the two succubi set things up. Reed was stripped to the nude before being carefully fitted with a particularly devious belt.

The idea belonged to Aysis; Rocky would have been fine with leaving him totally nude. This item was a particularly shaped codpiece that functioned as a stringent chastity belt. His manhood was trapped within, and no matter how much he wanted it , craved it, needed it, he had no chance of pleasuring himself. Reed knew it. It was an unusual sensation; to be 'packed' and locked in pace. It kept a low level of arousal at all times. The 'floor' was raised. No matter how long he was in this cage, no matter how much he tried to think about escape or try to contemplate plans... that belt was still there, and he couldn't get it out of his mind.

Aysis giggled with glee the first time he tried to escape. Shortly after he'd woken, the prisoner had tried to pick the lock - foolishly assuming that the succubi were busy. Aysis and Rocky both knew everything that happened in their domaine.

"Go ahead, Rocky," said Aysis with a malicious grin.

"No... no, it was your idea." Rocky said with a shrug. 

"Suit yourself." Aysis flicked a switch on a remote and her grin grew wider as Reed shrieked. The belt had been lined with electrodes; tiny nubs that peppered his groin and sent a wave of ecstasy through his body.

Reed shook. It was powerful! Pain soon turned to pleasure as his chastity belt hummed with electricity. A loud crackle of energy spat from the device and he found himself wriggling on the floor. He was aroused, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

"Sounds to me like the cow's getting restless," said Aysis. "I think I'm going to give him something to chew on." 

Rocky nodded. "Yes, of course. Do make certain he's comfortable. So long as he's at the Devil's Clinic, we want him to remain pristine and unharmed. I'll have Cherry finish setting up the devices. They should be nearly complete. 

Aysis was busy choosing a gag for her captive. "Oh? Already? I'm somewhat sad to hear it. I was hoping we could spend some more time  with our patient. You know how playful they get when they want something." Aysis winked back at Rocky.

'Hm," she said. "We'll take our time. You take yours."

Reed was groaning by the time that Aysis arrived. His hands clasped around his groin, as if to shield it from his captor's sight.

"Open wide!" said Rocky. 

Reed resisted. Not even a curse or word of condemnation escaped his gritted teeth and pursed lips.

"Very well. We do this my way." She flicked a switch, and Reed let out another shaky groan. 

"Hngh....nngghaaa!" 

Ever the opportunist, Aysis took the chance to stuff the ball-gag between his lips. The hum slowed and he returned to painting. He was locked in, all right; locked, teased, and now gagged.

Aysis leaned in close and planted a kiss on the outside of the gag. Reed felt a tiny bit of drool escape his mouth.

"Now be good and keep that in. A good patient is seen and not heard."

Her eye trailed downward and she caught a glimpse of his belt.

"Don't worry. We'll let you out of that soon enough. Don't even think about trying to take it off. Instead, just think about how much fun you're going to have when we start your procedure."

Reed slumped to the bottom of his cage, thinking of Laurel. Aysis's laugh distracted him enough that he didn't hear her flicking the switch - he only felt the intense sensations of electricity on his shaft. 


Rocky was busy adjusting her gloves. Her long leathers made an oily-squeaky sound as she tightened and loosened her bracelets and leggings. She didn't necessarily need to do it; the succubus was quiet comfortable already. But she knew that it made her guest squirm, and anything that made her most recent acquisition mewl and moan was worth doing. They had moved his cage from the dungeon to the 'dressing room.' That meant that he had a full view of other succubi getting 'dressed' (with what scanty clothes they did wear!) and undressed the past day. It must have been agonizing, especially considering the chastity belt that kept him so constantly teased. But then again, the succubi were gorgeous. They were hot. And they knew it. As their leader, Rocky had taken it upon herself to remind the rest of her cadre that teasing and tormenting mortals was just as important as the final deed.

His anguish, his arousal; they were like a cup of fine wine to the succubi. In fact, Rocky had acquired a vintage bottle of angelic port to toast once Reed's fate was sealed and he was locked into their apparatus. That would have to be for later tonight, though.

"Aysis," said Rocky, "Go ahead and get him strapped in."

The succubus nodded. Aysis brushed back her magenta hair and stepped towards Reed's cage. He'd been silent. Maybe he was just trying to hide his arousal.

 "All right, Mister Reed Johnstone," she said in a mocking voice. "You're practically ready to burst, aren't you? Well, we've got just the thing..." Aysis was reaching for a key around her waist. She took it from the ring and slid it into the cage's lock. The cold click seemed deafening to the silent prisoner.

"Wait!"

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

"We're missing something critical here."

"Care to elaborate, dearie?" Rocky looked up from her gloves.

 Aysis turned in a circle with her arms outstretched, as if motioning to herself. Look at me, she motioned.

"The patient needs to be treated with the utmost care and respect. After all, the merciful and noble Reed would never hurt a fly if he didn’t' have to. We should show him the same respect and adulation that he shows us." It wasn't new, but Reed grimaced; Aysis had a particularly sharp way of needling him about his behavior. She'd spent much of the morning telling him about how weak he was, how cute he was, and how he should be kissing her sandal. 

The blonde-haired Rocky chimed in. "I see. He's not very comfortable, is he? For this procedure, we can't have the patient stressed out. They need to be... relaxed." 

Reed was not relaxed.

"How do you propose we do this, Nurse Aysis?"

Her eyes darted from the bound and gagged boy to the clothed and collared succubus.

"Should we let him go for a few hours? Have him come back after he's relaxed?"

"Hmmmph! Nnngh!" The prisoner huffed into his gag. The key rattled in the lock.

"Oh, don't worry, silly," said Aysis with a grin. "We'd never, ever do something so risky as let you go. No, this is our fault. We need to act professional, Rocky. And I think you just had the perfect idea. We're nurses, after all, and if we're going to tend to our poor patients-"

"Mmmpgh!"

"...we need to dress the part. Something to put him at ease."

 The two succubi's eyes met, and they both grinned.

A few magical spells later, and they were dressed for the occasion. Tall, pink shoes and cuffs that clacked against the marble floor;  chiffon-colored dresses and aprons (complete with a tiny pink tie!) and topped with the traditional white nurse's cap. They looked utterly ridiculous… and they loved it.

Reed  was in no position to disagree, though he wasn't sure if he felt quite so comforted as they had hoped.

"Let's get you buckled in, then, patient." The two succubi-turned-nurses walked him from the cage through a door. He struggled, but the two of them were more than a match. They were, after all, supernaturally strong… and this was their domain. There would be no escape, and each step through the hall reminded him of that.

Clack… click… clack… each footstep from the devil-women's high heels echoed through the hall. It mixed with the sounds of his chains… and the palpable chill in the air. 

The patient wriggled. He didn't want this! He needed to escape... he needed to find Laurel! Whatever procedure they were planning, it wouldn't be good. These succubi were dangerous, no matter how cute they were dressed. He tried to drag his heels but the two of them only laughed. Reed might have been strong, but their magic was stronger.

The doors opened and they grinned. "Welcome to our medical theater, Reed!"

White walls and white tables took up most of the room. Lacy pink curtains separated a few portions off, hiding away what he could only assume were diabolical machines or dangerous monsters. There was only one device visible; one plainly placed in the center of the room. The succubi guided him towards a device that he had seen in fearful glimpses before. "Our master will have you here for a very long time, so do try and enjoy it."

Time seemed to slow as they dragged him towards the frame. Every sensation was magnified. The perfumed aromas of his captors. The loud jingle of chains. His own grunts and the sounds of struggle as he resisted. A cruel giggle from Aysis. He thought about bolting… but the malicious glint in those purple eyes made him think otherwise. Not to mention that there was a certain small part of him that found this all… intriguing. He might not have been comforted, but this 'clinic' had attractive staff. Only in his wildest fantasies had he thought about being captured by two of his foes and so horribly teased.  

Once adjacent to the device, the succubi stood their patient still. 'They let him take in the sights and sounds of it all before lifting him gently to the frame.

His prison was a frame with five points like a star. It was made from metal, but covered in black leather cushions. It was clear that it was designed to hold just one person, and keep them intensely restrained. The two upper points would keep his arms outstretched, while the two lower struts would keep his legs apart. It meant that his most sensitive spots would all be exposed at once. Reed noticed countless straps that lined the device. They didn't seem to have any sort of locking mechanism. He'd be at the mercy of his captors once strapped down. 

Mercy didn't seem like a virtue that the succubi possessed. He was guided into the frame. Each arm was spread and his legs were separated. They took their time with the straps. 

Ssshzzz... click. The squeak of leather and a loud click of metal was all he could hear.

They did it again, and again. His ankles first, then his wrists. Then, for good measure, his knees. 

Sshhzz.. click. 

His elbows and a collar around his neck completed the picture. Reed was beet red and fully aroused by the time they were finished.

"Just try and relax," said Rocky. She stood behind the frame and cradled his head in her hands. The succubus was close; so close he could hear her breathing and feel her heat. Rocky moved closer still, leaning down and grinning. He felt his head press between her soft, malleable breasts. Rocky removed the gag from his lips and wiped it clean. He was still drooling.

Rocky nodded wordlessly. Her subordinate Aysis did the same. With a single button-press, the electrostim chastity belt fell away. She took it from him and placed it next to teh gag. At the same time, a codpiece extended from below his star-shaped frame. Thick and padded metal locked around his member.

If Reed wasn't blushing before, he knew he was now. He could feel the blood in his cheeks. Both of his captors grinned. They took great care in fastening the device to his manhood. More than a few times, Rocky let her fingers daintily tease at his shaft. Aysis gently rubbed his shoulders, trying to relax him - or, more likely , trying to arouse him. He wouldn't say so, but it was working.

"Now, patient. We took a lot of time setting all this up. Your frame is at the center of a carefully drawn magic circle. This pentagram took quite some time to make, and we're going to use it to the fullest. Within it, you don't need to worry about all those pesky human functions. Nor do you have to worry about disappointing us."

The leather-padded codpiece was locked in place, strapping him to the table. The "nurses" attached a tube to the end. It was quite clear what they expected from Reed.

"That's right, Reed. We're going to milk you silly. You're our patient, and we're going to make sure you're aroused, awake, and producing as long as we need.

"Yeah, right." He still had his roguish bravado. "You two are nice and all, but, well..."

He panted a bit. "I've seen prettier."

"Oh?" Aysis giggled and straightened her nurse's cap. "We'll see about that. I mean, we both know you're desperate. You spent all that time in the cage. We got to do all those awful, naughty things to you. I'm sure you were thinking some thoroughly inappropriate thoughts the whole time!"

Rocky punctuated her companion's words by teasing him further. She leaned over, smothering his face between her generous bust for a brief moment before straightening. Both succubi were now running their hands up and down his exposed flesh. They know every erogenous zone by heart; his thighs, his arms, his wrists, his ears, and more.

He wasn't sure how long he could hold out. The gentle stroking, the teasing… the sights, the sounds, the smells were all driving him crazy! He arched his back as the machine gripped his manhood. Magical energy flowed through him as the teased him into a furor.

"Gh-ghaaa!"

Every thought suddenly drained from his mind as powerful shocks attacked his manhood. The stimulation was incredible. The crackle of energy mixed with the squeaking of him trying to resist, arching his back and tugging on the restraints. He squinted his eyes shut and moaned as the two succubi grinned.

Reed felt the gentle stroking of Aysis's hand on his face as he enjoyed - or perhaps endured - his first orgiastic release. He panted like an animal. They were milking him, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it! 

His refractory period lasted just a few seconds as he basked in a guilty afterglow. His senses dulled as he experienced bliss. The succubi stopped. 

...and then they resumed! They couldn't be serious. His resolve was almost as stiff as his member. 

"All right, that was fun. But you're not going to get anything else out of me. Pretty as you are, my heart's set on someone else." He even managed a grin. 

Rocky's face stiffened, but Aysis grinned wider. "Speaking of which... Cherry?"

"Nya!" A perky voice from behind one of the curtains made Reed perk up his ears. 

The curtain was wheeled away by a third succubus, revealing a metal contraption that wasn't too different from his own in its purpose. An exotic lattice of polished steel and black padded leather was attached to the wall. Unlike the frame to which he was strapped, this one was a bondage chair with distinctly different devices. The cups that hung at chest height made it clear that this device was for extracting a different milk than his own.

"You wouldn't," said Reed.

"Hah hah hah!" Cherry giggled as she moved towards another curtain. "Silly Reed... we already did!" Cherry and Aysis moved the final curtain away, revealing an identical chair... one already fitted with an angelic occupant.

"Laurel!" Reed shouted and arched his back. He couldn't think straight. Why was he bothering to tug at these leather bonds? There was no way he could break them. Their magic was clouding his mind, keeping him in a cloud of pleasure and... and Laurel! There she was! 

His beloved was stunning, as always. How many days he'd longed to see her milky skin; to gaze at her pert lips; to feast his eyes on her long satin hair. She was a thing of beauty in mind and body alike... though considering the circumstances, her earnest personality had been subdued.

Magic flashed and she began to breathe, as if waking from a magical sleep. "Reeergh? Rreeeergh? Irrrfgh rrrgh?" The angel muffled something through a wide and padded leather bit-gag. It made her look more like an equine; that particular touch was Rocky's. After all, she was a cow, and she was going to be milked like one!

"That's right, Laurel. Your dear Reed came to save you. That's him over there. See?" She tilted her head towards Reed as he bucked against his bonds.

"Now, you don't want anything to happen to him, do you? You just want your fellow patient to relax. So how about you do the same? I mean, you don't have much choice. We've already webbed you up in straps so tight that no escape artist could wriggle free. So escape is out of the question. But at the very least, you can make it pleasant for him."

"Hhhngh?" She tilted her head. Rocky and Aysis joined Cherry; the three nurses were a colorful bunch, and each of them wore that same infuriating pink nurse's uniform.

"You've been enchanted too. Look down."

Laurel tilted her head down. She wasn't sure what to expect. She hadn't expected a pair of metal cups over her nude breasts, nor had she expected rubber tubes attached to them. She had definitely not expected Aysis to gently lock a belt around her own waist; nor did she expect the belt to make her groan with pleasure as an intruder moved inside her...

"See? You're having fun, too. Just like Reed. Now, be a good angel and produce for us! We've spent a lot of time, effort, and magic on you two, and our master needs a return on his investment!"

Cherry joined in with a laugh. "Nya~... we're going to milk you dry and have you begging for more!" 

Shocks suddenly surged, and both Laurel and Reed gasped with delight. Behind her gag, Laurel was grinning. Reed yelped as the pleasure built up; arcane energy flowing between both of them, and milk flowing from Laurel's breasts! Her buxom chest was gently teased and caressed by the succubi to ensure a good and consistent flow. Reed was treated to a thick grope along his chest and and neck by a grinning Cherry.

Between moans of pleasure, they had the chance to glimpse one another; catching brief snippets of their lover's eyes. It was enough to bring them to a tremendous simultaneous orgasm.

"It looks like they're all set up," said Aysis.

"Mew... any final touches?" asked Cherry.

"Just one," said Rocky. She clacked over to the panting, recovering Reed and slipped the ball-gag back between his lips. She treated the male patient to an earnest and affectionate kiss on the forehead. Cherry did the same with the panting Laurel, making sure her legs were restrained, her wings were gently cared for, and her chances of escape were zero before planting a kiss on her cheek.

Aysis held the door open for the two succubi as they left the white room. She blew a kiss to the moaning milk-slaves before locking the door and sealing it in place.