by Aurelia Fray
Malcolm stepped away from me and grabbed another whip from the floor. This one caused me some alarm as it looked like a six-foot long black-as-night snake. This time he swung upwards so that the leather flew between my thighs and across my labia, just hard enough for me to muffle a moan.
Malcolm stroked my face. “You’re loving this now, aren’t you?” he whispered into the back of my neck. The heat from his breath and the heat from room had me in a huge sweat. My hair was wet, my thighs, and my stomach - not to mention my pussy.
Persephone pushed him away from me and fell to her knees, taking him deeply into her mouth again. She licked his cock up and down and messaged his balls. Next she began to stroke herself, faster and faster. I could do nothing but watch her bring Malcolm to the brink. I looked at him and into his eyes – something was familiar, some connection.
“Now, finish it,” Persephone ordered.
“You do not order me around,” Malcolm yelled. His voice rose and echoed through the room. Again, there was something familiar in his voice.
Persephone knelt again and began to lick his balls as Malcolm unbuckled my legs from the spreader bar. I was hypnotized and completely under his control. Hell, I enjoyed this so much I should probably pay him.
I tried to stand but I clung limply to the table. Malcolm pulled the latex panties down as he kicked Persephone away from him. Juices ran down my thighs as Malcolm picked my legs up and wrapped them around his hips. Holding me by the ass, he slammed his cock deep into my soaking cunt, grinding my clit. For a moment, he became motionless, allowing me to relish the sensation of him inside me. Then I twitched.
Behind me was Persephone! Would she not go away? I looked over my shoulder to see her with a huge black strap on. She gently pressed it into my ass. Slowly she slid it deeper and deeper in as Malcolm fucked my dripping pussy. He smiled as he could feel the strap on pumping inside me, adding to his pleasure also.
I bucked and writhed uncontrollably as Malcolm and Persephone slammed me from both directions. The “audience” was a mixture captivated sex fiends mixed with indifferent, more intellectual types. One woman, dressed in black with a flaming red scarf with lipstick to match, walked over. She was slender and pale. Her hair was pinned into a tight chignon.
She stared into my eyes; hers were a mixture of yellow and brown – like a tiger’s eye. I knew her from somewhere. I have seen her walking the streets of New York many times out of the corner of my eye.
“I want to hear you,” she said. “Then I will know for sure.” She pulled the ropes that held the gag in placed and tossed it to the floor. My lips felt stretched and dry. She brushed my hair back and put her red lipstick on me to moisten my lips. “Speak.”
I let out a deep primal scream of pleasure as I came, over and over again, squirting all over Malcolm with an immense flood of juice.
Malcolm arched his back as his hot semen filled me to the core. He clung to me, soaked in sweat as he finished his last few strokes and collapsed on top me, pressing me to the cold table.
The beautiful woman still stared. “Yes, she is Lisbette. Our own Jezebel. I delivered you into this world.” I couldn’t believe it. She looked far to young to have delivered me.
She read my mind. “I do not age. Nor will you from this point on. You are home.”
“What?” I reacted with shock. “Game is over now, people. Back to reality and to settle up.”
“I like her more than I’d thought.”
“Shut up, Magda,” instructed Malcolm as he wiped himself with a towel and dressed. I looked at him and this man of 60 years was suddenly a man of 30. “A disguise,” he told me. “It would be more believable if a more mature gentleman wanted your very unique services.”
I felt faint as their words absorbed into my thoughts. I looked around the room to very familiar faces. Faces that had followed me around the city for years.
“We did follow you,” said Magda as she read my mind and saw the confusion in my face. “But only to be sure it was you. We lost you when you were a child and we didn’t want to bring the wrong succubus back to us.”
“How did you lose me? My parents are alive and in Brooklyn?”
“No. Your father is Satan. Your mother is, well, truly your mother. She agreed to bear you but she but took you from us against her contracted agreement. We couldn’t find her. But we knew we were getting close when we saw you.”
“So this fuckfest was for nothing?”
“No,” said the younger looking Malcolm. “This is how we live. How we survive.”
“What about the bags of blood on the wall?”
“Some of us drink it,” said Magda matter of factly. “It keeps us strong. We steal it from the hospital or we get it…naturally at its source.”
“Great…vampire demons?”
“You will meet your father soon,” interrupted Magda. “You have demonic strength with human logic – an interesting combination.”
As she spoke I felt my lower jaw move, I felt thirsty, my teeth felt tight.
“Give her some blood! Quickly!” Persephone yelled. “She is hungry.”
“No!” I yelled. “I don’t drink blood.”
Malcolm filled a cup with blood. “With your realization and acceptance will come your demonic desires. You are unable to fight them now that you know the truth. Drink this.” He forced my mouth open and the warmth and thickness of the blood soothed me.
My coat was pooled at the floor, covered in cum. Ruined, completely ruined.
“Go ahead and put it on. Try to leave. Once you have the knowledge, it can’t be undone. Just ask Eve.” She pointed to a lovely woman sitting sadly in a darkened corner on a satin covered settee.
Concentrating hard, I grabbed my coat. Suddenly the outside light was too bright. I had no appetite but I wanted the blood from those bags more than anything. I felt more pleasure centered between my legs. Everyone smiled. Every inch, every molecule, every pore of my body was on fire. Magda passed me a crimson velvet gown. It fit perfectly and I knew I would never leave. This is who I was, a succubus, born of the devil.
I walked to where Eve sat, still and unmoving. I looked down at her. She looked back at me with the blackest eyes I have ever seen. “See? Once you seek truth and knowledge you can never go back. Welcome to Hell.”
ONE MORE ROUND
By Caroline Baker
Come on, Baby
Let's play a game
Try to find out
If we really feel the same
We'll each roll the dice
Banking on luck
Hoping somehow
We don't fuck it up
I'll go all in
You can fold
And we'll see how long
We can both hold
On to the reasons
We felt like we'd win
When we decided
To play again
Two worthy players
Who've both lost before
Hoping that this time
Fate settles the score
You leave the table
To take a smoke break
Calm your nerves
Review what's at stake
I'll just stay put
And pray for the best
Hope that my high cards
Can cover the rest
You're thinking back
To plays gone awry
Lessons you learned
That you now can apply
I'm thinking how much
I learned at the end
And what I'd do different
If we played again
Waiting to see
If you had as much fun
Or if you're just ready
To pack up and be done
Cause you play the odds
While I bank on fate
But I realize
It's getting pretty late
And you may not
Be returning at all
But just in case
&nb
sp; I'll give you until last call
Cause I'm feeling lucky
Up for one more game
And I'm hoping that you
Feel exactly the same
Facing the Past
By Sabina Bundgaard
The memory flashed before her eyes while driving the car back home. It was a rental so she didn’t have to worry about returning it back to Copenhagen once she was done. She just had to find the local office and drop it off.
A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, making its way down her cheek. Irritated, she wiped it away with her hand, cursing under her breath.
Driving normally relaxed her, but tonight everything was churning inside her head. Random thoughts jumped forth, making her alternate between wincing at her stupidity and cursing him. How could she be so blind? She should’ve guessed with all the late nights, cancelled dinners - love truly made you blind.
“Adam isn’t worth it Emily,” she said to herself. “Don’t waste your tears on him.” Checking her rearview mirror before signaling her turn, Emily sighed in relief. Almost home now. She couldn’t wait to be surrounded by her friends and family again, it’d been too long since she saw them last. Adam was always so busy and required her to be there for him when he was at different outings that bored her to death every single time. She hated getting all dressed up for no reason, other than to be paraded in front of his associates.
Making a face at the memory of the last party where he actually scolded her like a child for snapping at one of his bosses for grabbing her ass. Heat rose to her cheeks at the mere memory and she could still feel the anger and shame lurking right underneath the surface. Shaking it off, Emily took another turn, getting closer to her parents old house. Driving down the old roads, serenity washed over her, making her loosen the deathgrip she had on the steering wheel since she left home.
The darkness made the last turn a bit harder to see, and Emily slowed down so she wouldn’t miss it.
“Where are you, where are you?” Mumbling to herself, Emily slowed the car down to a snail pace until she finally recognized the old driveway. For ages her father have been talking about getting it fixed, to put some lights up, but it never happened. It had become a standard comment in the family to joke about it as the first thing when someone walked through the door.
With a sigh of relief Emily parked the car in front of the house. For a moment she just sat there, staring at it, letting old memories wash over her. Memories from a happier time. When the front door in the house opened and the warm light from inside the house spilled out, Emily snapped out of it, automatically plastered a smile on her lips before opening the car door. She could hear her mother yelling at her dad.
“I told you someone was in the driveway! Now get out here before I make you!” The smile that spread over Emily’s face was real, although tinged with sadness. She missed her family, her old friends.
“It’s just me mom.”
“Emily?” Her mother squinted her eyes to better see into the darkness, and a broad smile spread when she saw it was indeed her only daughter. “What are you doing here? Why are you driving that car? Where’s Adam?”
“I hope you left that useless piece of… Ugh.” Her father’s last word got cut off when her mom elbowed him in the stomach. Rubbing the sore spot, he gave his wife a glare. Emily didn’t respond immediately, but gave her mother a hug and leaned in to give her dad a peck on the cheek. Her dad’s hair is almost gray, only small patches of black is still visible, but his green eyes were alert as always, looking behind her, waiting for her husband to arrive from the shadows. When a minute passed and he still hadn’t made his appearance, she could see his wheels turning, and the million dollar question jumped into his eyes. Silently, Emily shook her head, making her black curls bounce a little around her. Her hair and eye color she got from her dad, but the curls? All courtesy of her mother.
“Why don’t you come in and we’ll make a cup of tea, hmm? I’m sure you’ve had an eventful day. Do you have more bags in the car?”
Shaking her head, Emily followed her parents inside the house, carefully closing the door behind her, shutting off her previous life.
***
“He did what?!” Her father’s outrage was clear, Emily wondered if their neighbors would be calling anytime soon to check up on them.
“Daddy, please. Sit down.”
“I always knew he was trouble. I should’ve…”
“What is done is done, Jens. You can’t change it now.” Her mother turned toward her, looked directly at her daughter before she asked, “Are you going to forgive him and go back to him? You know he’s been good to you, darling.”
Surprise smacked directly into Emily like freight train, leaving her speechless. Her mother sat there, looking at her expectantly, her blue eyes shining, her head tilted to the side, making her blond curls tip.
“Lisa, you don’t mean that!” Her dad’s indignation woke Emily from her stupor. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Emily looked at her mom.
“No. He cheated on me. Not once, but several times, with different women. I’m not taking him back. If he can’t even respect me to not cheat on me, then what if. No mom. I’m filing for divorce as soon as I can. End of story. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.” Her mom’s face fell as she told her off, but quickly recovered. Her dad followed her to the stairs to help her find the different blankets and what not before she got to bed.
“Don’t mind you mother, Ems. She’s a hopeless romantic. Lord knows I love her for it, but reality isn’t always picture perfect. You’re doing the right thing. I never thought he was good enough for you anyway.” He gave her a hug. His last words were spoken into her hair, so they got a bit muffled, but the meaning was clear.
“Thank you daddy. I have to go see the lawyer tomorrow to get everything sorted out though.”
“I’ll drive you myself. Now go get some sleep, you must be tired by now.”
***
The drive into town didn’t take long and Emily enjoyed the peace and quiet in the car. Her dad never minced words, that day was no exception. Her mother had desperately tried to talk her out of it during breakfast but Emily was determined. No matter what happened she was going to go through with it. There were things that she hadn’t told her parents and, even though she loved them dearly, she didn’t want to lay it on them.
Stepping into the lawyer’s office was surreal. Emily shivered a little in the airconditioned room and suddenly she wished that she had taken her coat with her. Her dad was already at the receptionist’s desk, talking to the pretty brunette sitting there. Looking around, it seemed like a normal office – heaven knows she seen her fair share of them.
“Emily?” The male voice made her turn around in surprise. Her breath caught in her throat. In the other end of the reception was Janus, her old friend from school. He’s in a dark suit, his brown hair messy like he just ran his hand through, his dark blue eyes twinkling, and his smile.
Oye, was she in trouble. Janus was her best male friend back in school and she had always had a secret crush on him.
“J..Janus? What are you doing here?” She felt awkward and at ease at the same time. Self-conscious and confident. He always had made her feel that way.
“I could ask you the same, baby girl.” The smile he sent her way made her knees go weak and she gave herself a mental shakedown. When he crossed the floor and gave her a hug, she felt at ease. She wanted to stay in his arms for days just to feel safe again. Tears were prickling at the corner of her eyes, and she turned away so Janus and her dad wouldn’t see them.
“There you are, Janus. Good, then my little girl is in safe hands. Make sure to get her out of that marriage with as little fuss as possible, you hear? Make it quick.” Her dad turned to Emily and gave her a small hug. “I have an appointment at the mechanic, the old car has been making a fuss and your mother is worried something will happen if I drive in it.” Rolling his eyes, he gave her another hug before walki
ng toward the entrance. “Make sure to drop her off at home no later than 10 pm young man, or your father will hear from me.”
“Yes sir.” A smile spread across Janus’ face again, but this time Emily didn’t notice. “Shall we?” Janus swept out his arm, motioning toward an open door further ahead.
Shutting the door behind them, he sat down at his desk, pointing toward his guest chair on the other side.
“A divorce, huh?” Avoiding eye contact, Emily simply nodded. When she didn’t provide him with any more information, he gave a small sigh and got up to find the papers to fill them out.
“You know if you just told me what happened, this would go faster. I don’t fancy meeting in court just to be told a wild tale about something and not be able to have anything to fire back with. You know?” She still did not meet his eyes, which worried him. They’d been friends when they were children, sure they went separate ways when going to school, and the contact had been sparse, but still. It was his Ems, damn it. Getting up from his chair he walked around the desk and crouched next to her. “Ems?”
Her fingers were twisting and untwisting in her lap, a nervous habit she had since she was a child. One of his big hands covered both her smaller ones. This couldn’t be good. Not good at all. When she finally lifted her face to look him in the eye, tears were spilling over and she gave him a weak smile.
“Sorry.” She leaned over to grab the tissues on his desk Janus simply handed them to her.
“Nothing to apologize for.” Reaching out and touching her arm, Janus noticed her winching. Narrowing his eyes, he didn’t press further, but now he really wanted to know what the hell happened. Last thing he heard was that she was pregnant and happy. Or that was what Sarah had told him.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really, but you need to know what happened to get the divorce through.” Looking at him with fear in her eyes, she lowered her voice. “Just don’t tell daddy. He would freak if he knew how bad it was.”