Succubus Lord 12

by Eric Vall

  The Dom wore a leather corset held up by three tight belt straps, and the bottom came down and formed into a thong on her tight, curvy ass. She held a French Tickler in her hand, which she moved back in forth in front of her in unison with her seductive steps.

  The cultist she was with was much broader, with the figure of a bodybuilder. There was no way Ira was gonna get him to be a fucking sub.

  “The bed’s over there,” she ordered the man, and he shot her a pitiful look.

  “B-But I don’t want to--” he began to plead in a pathetic tone, but Ira cut him off with a quick smack to the face.

  “Listen here, you filthy kitten!” she growled as she pointed to the vacuum bed. “You’re going to get into that chamber of ecstasy, or I’m not going to make you pay.”

  “I don’t like--”

  Ira cut off the man with another smack to the face.

  He recoiled in fear, but I could tell he was really into this. As I watched the rhinoceros of a man scuttle over and climb into the folds of the vacuum bed, I wondered just what the fuck we had gotten ourselves into.

  As soon as the man was comfortably inside the bed, Ira stepped one of her heels onto a flashing red button on the floor. Instantly, the sound of a powerful vacuum filled the air, and the latex tightened around the cultist’s bulky figure. Within seconds, he was sealed into the bed like a microwave dinner.

  Right where Ira wanted him.

  The Sister of Wrath strutted forward, wiggled her hips a bit, and then produced a rather large vibrator from her belt of goodies. She inspected the sex toy for a second before she bent down, blew the cultist a kiss, and shoved the narrow end into the opening of the breathing tube.

  I saw the man’s eyes go wide through the transparent lenses as he realized what was happening.

  The cultist’s body began to heave as he tried to break free of his latex prison and regain his breath, but it was no use. He was about to suffocate to death inside of a fucking latex bed.

  “I guess that’s one way to do it,” I snickered.

  Suddenly, I heard a pounding on the door. My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the door knob turn, and then in walked a few more conference-goers. They appeared to be a middle-aged couple, probably about the same age as my parents. The man and woman both had peppered hair, and they wore outfits that looked more in line with people who were on vacation in Hawaii, not participants in a BDSM expo.

  “Howdy, folks!” the man exclaimed in an over-excited tone. “Don’t let us ruin your fun. We were just gonna test out that little vacuum bed, but it looks like it’s already occupied. You kids let us know when you’re all done, alright?”

  “Uh, will do,” I retorted awkwardly, and then I watched as the middle-aged couple slunk back through the threshold.

  When I turned back around, I saw the fucker in the bed was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, his body went limp.

  “That was a close one,” Ira sighed, “I wanted to keep torturing this guy, but I didn’t realize there was a line … I suppose we should wrap this up and go find the others?”

  The Dom stepped on the glowing red button once more, and the latex pulled away from the cultist’s body with a loud wheeze. The second he was free of its embrace, I surrounded his body with green Hellfire, pulled it up into the air, and turned it to ash with a flash of red flames.

  As soon as the literal dust had settled, the two of us headed for the exit.

  “All done,” Ira’s Dom explained as we passed by the middle-aged couple. “It was quite an ecstatic experience. You two lovebirds go have the time of your life!”

  “Don’t mind if we do!” the woman chuckled, but then her eyes darted back and forth curiously. “Where’s Chuck?”

  “Chuck?” I asked innocently. “Who’s Chuck?”

  “That guy who was in there with you,” she explained. “We go to these sorts of conferences all across the world, so we regulars get to know each other after a while.”

  “Oh, uh … ” I racked my brain as I tried to think up a satisfying answer, “Chuck felt a little dizzy after going through the vacuum bed, so we sent him through the back door so he didn’t have to stumble through the crowd. You understand.”

  “Oh my,” the man whistled, “Edna, it sounds like this bed is ten times better than advertised! Let’s get in there!”

  Without another word, the middle-aged couple dashed through the door with a giggle, and then Ira and I were on our way.

  After walking through the crowd for a few minutes and trying to navigate through the literal maze of erotic vendors, we came upon the rest of the team.

  “There they are!” Ariel gasped as she ran over to us. “We thought you may have gotten lost in this terrible place.”

  “Terrible?” Ira questioned. “This place is heaven on Earth.”

  “It’s terrible,” the redheaded angel shot back, “there’s all these cool weapons here, but they’re useless. Every time somebody gets hit with them, they just scream ‘more!’ like they aren’t even doing any damage!”

  “Oh, they’re doing damage alright,” Ira cooed. “You just have to learn how to take it like a pro.”

  “We’ve killed ten of the cultists and vaporized their bodies, just like you asked,” Invidia confirmed. “Are we all done here? I heard My Chemical Romance is getting back together, and I want to make sure I get my tickets before they’re sold out.”

  “That’s only fourteen,” I counted. “There’s still one more of the fuckers hanging around here. We kill him, and then we’re home free.”

  “Hmmmm,” Todd stroked his goatee as he looked around the room, “if I were a cultist worshipping the Lord of the Flies, and I was at a BDSM conference, where would I be … ”

  “I appreciate the effort, Todd,” I sighed, “but I think we may have to just split--”

  “The cocktail hour, bro!” the imp exclaimed in a moment of epiphany. “There’s totally gotta be one of them in there, trying to recruit people into Brundlefly’s little boy band. Follow me!”

  The disguised imp took off in a flash, as quickly as his lanky human legs could carry him. The rest of us looked at each other, shrugged, and then followed Todd to the far back of the exhibit hall.

  Against the back wall of the room stood a large, open area where people of all kinds mingled. Everyone was dressed in business casual attire as they laughed, shook hands, and exchanged business cards.

  If I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed this was a high-class function, and not a sex-fueled kinky get together.

  I scanned the crowd for any sign of the man who bore the mark of Beelzebub, but to little avail. I walked around the open space for nearly ten minutes and inspected the participants’ wrists in the hopes of finding the tattoo, but then I realized my blunder.

  We were trying way too hard. The answer was hiding in plain sight this whole time, and all we needed to do was look.

  “There.” I pointed to a set of tables off to the left.

  Several organizations had “sign-up” tables at the conference, which were used to collect signatures from potential members.

  And the Cult of Beelzebub was one organization that was hemorrhaging members faster than a fucking butchered hog. In fact, it was down to its final one, and I had him in my sights right now.

  The final member of the Cult of Beelzebub was sitting happily behind the table with a pen and paper, and he was talking to anyone who would give him the time of day.

  I took a step forward, but Ariel’s arm shot out to stop me.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded. “We have this guy dead to rights. Why don’t we just take the kill shot and then be on our merry way?”

  “You should know by now,” I chuckled, “that’s not the way King Ralston operates. I like to make my victories a bit more … significant.”

  Ariel removed her hand, gave me a determined nod, and then stepped aside.

  I sauntered through the throngs of people, until I finally arrived i
n front of the cultist’s table.

  “Hello, fellow bondage enthusiast!” the bastard greeted me in a fake tone. “Would you be interested in joining up with the Cult of Beelzebub? We have monthly orgies, and nothing, and I mean nothing, is ever off the table!”

  “I think I’ll pass,” I mocked, “I have my own cult to hang out with.”

  The man tilted his head curiously, and his hand tightened around the pen he held.

  “Oh, really?” he mused. “Always good to meet a fellow cultist. Who do you serve? Baphomet? Gressil? Abbadon?”

  With my hand held behind my back, I summoned green Hellfire into my open palm. Humans couldn’t see the emerald enchantment, so I had no issues using it out in the open like this.

  “Ralston,” I said with a stern nod, and then I watched the color drain from his face.

  “I-I thought you looked familiar!” the man gasped as he struggled to find words.

  “Don’t bother calling for your friends,” I warned him, “they’re all dead. Just like Baphomet, and just like your master will be as soon as I’ve finished you off and weakened him into oblivion.”

  I saw a hint of a spark of red Hellfire appear in the cultist’s hand, so I made my move. I threw the jade spell around the man’s pen, lifted it into the air, and then sent it soaring up through his lower jaw and into his brain. I stopped it before it exited the other side and made a mess, but the damage was done.

  The fucker’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped back in his chair.

  I used another cast of emerald fire to force his eyelids closed, and then I turned and walked back to my friends.

  “There,” I announced when I got back, “they’ll all think he’s sleeping. Or at least, they’ll think it for long enough for us to get the fuck outta here.”

  “Broooo,” Todd sighed, “you totally should have gone up to somebody and said ‘don’t wake my friend, he’s dead tired’ or some shit like that.”

  “Why would I do that?” I laughed. “Wouldn’t that just draw attention to the dead guy in the room?”

  “Hey, it worked for Arnold in Commando,” the blond, disguised imp shrugged, “and if it’s good enough for Arnold, it’s good enough for the Toddster.”

  “Do we have to go right now?” Ira pouted. “I wanted to try out some more of these lovely toys … ”

  “I’m the King of the Fourth Circle,” I reminded the succubus, “I can literally snap my fingers and have whatever you want brought to the castle.”

  “I second that,” Ariel shuddered as she stared down a large, pornographic poster on the wall, “I want to go back home as soon as possible.”

  “Ditto,” Invidia added.

  “No, Elvira,” Todd sighed, “those are located over in Aisle C. They got ‘em in all shapes and sizes, from plantain to elephant to the one I lovingly call the ‘vag splitter.’”

  “Ditto, Todd,” Vidia chuckled, “with a ‘T.’”

  The Sister of Envy raised an eyebrow at the imp, and then realization flashed across his face.

  “Waiiiitttt,” Todd said through a look of confusion, “they have Pokémon at this conference? That must have been an episode of the anime I missed.”

  I just rolled my eyes at the imp’s antics, took a step forward, and then motioned for my friends to follow.

  “Let’s go home,” I announced. “Those were the last of Beelzebub’s cultists, which means he has no more influence here on Earth. He’s as weak now as he’s ever going to get, and we need to plan accordingly.”

  As we headed for the exit, another thought flashed through my mind. Sure, I wanted to get back to the Fourth Circle to strategize against my greatest enemy and get some much-needed rest and relaxation, but there was something I still needed to do. Something that was going to be ten times more fun than eliminating my enemies.

  I needed to turn my newest recruits into my newest Demon Lords.

  Chapter 2

  The drive back from South Dakota was nearly twenty hours, but it flew by in a flash. Between the antics of Todd, Ira gushing about all the fun new gadgets she discovered, and Ariel’s peppy attitude, there was never a dull moment. Even Invidia, who was usually antisocial and reserved, seemed to be having a good time.

  We only stopped for the night once, at some swanky old rest stop along the side of the highway. Todd was worried we were gonna get attacked by “The Beaman Monster,” a giant ape-Bigfoot creature, while we slept, so he stayed up and kept guard.

  Of course, when I finally awoke from my uncomfortable slumber, the imp was passed out in the passenger seat of the Jeep, with a joint hanging out of his mouth comically.

  I started the car, put it in gear, and then continued our long drive back home. Finally, about seven hours later, we rolled up to our Earthly home formerly known as Quinn mansion.

  “Holy fuck that was a long drive,” I yawned as I stepped out of the vehicle and stretched. “We seriously need to invest in a private jet or some shit like that.”

  “Nah, bro,” the groggy Todd retorted as he flipped onto the ground from the passenger seat, “those things guzzle gas like a Dutch prostitute guzzles dick. Hoverboards are the future, Jakey.”

  “Hoverboards?” I asked as the five of us headed toward the portal in the back of the garage. “Have you been watching Back to the Future again?”

  “Nah,” the imp scoffed with a wave of his hand, “they’re totally real now. They launch you up into the sky using air jets, and then you can zip around like the fucking Green Goblin, bro!”

  “How is that any faster than driving?” Ariel questioned curiously. “And how do you fit more than one person on it at a time?”

  The imp looked at the angel, shrugged, and then shook his head in defeat.

  “The Toddster’s just the ideas guy, Little Mermaid,” he chuckled, “Strawberry Shortcake’s the one who usually figures out all the logistics.”

  We approached the hidden portal to Hell in the back corner, and then I used my green Hellfire to raise up the tarp and the box that covered it. Next, I watched as each of my friends hopped through, one-by-one, and disappeared into the interdimensional gateway. Finally, I made the leap into the glowing circle of green Hellfire, and I made sure to replace the box and tarp as I did so.

  In seconds, the five of us were standing at the gates of my palace in the Fourth Circle of Hell.

  “That was a fun adventure,” Ira mused happily, “it’s given me so many new ideas for ways to torture our enemies. I need to go write them all down and test them out before I forget!”

  The Sister of Wrath was all smiles as she dashed away toward her domain.

  “I think I need to go lie down,” Ariel sighed, “there was a lot to take in from this one.”

  “Wait … ” Todd pondered aloud as he rapped on his chin, “I thought you didn’t try out any of the gadgets?”

  “You know what I mean!” the redhead shot back as a slow blush crept up her face. “At least I got some ideas for new weaponry … Actually, you know what? Screw the nap. I’m gonna go build a flaming cat o’ nine tails!”

  Ariel ran off toward her workshop without another word, and my eyes couldn’t help but stare at her muscular ass as she ran. The fit angel’s rear was covered only by a tight, thin layer of leggings, and it left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

  Not that I was complaining.

  “Not tryin’ to be a debbie downer,” Todd announced, “but I think I wanna be faaaaarrrr away from this place for the ceremony. Like, I’m happy you’re getting your taffy stretched by all these different demon chicks, but I totally don’t want to see it. Or hear it. Or smell it.”

  “Gross,” Invidia gagged. “I think that’s my cue to head back to the Shrieking Mountains. Besides, I don’t wanna be around when all the other people get here. Some of those newbies are too peppy for me.”

  “You know,” I admitted, “I still haven’t been up to see your new home. Is it nice up there?”

  “Oh, it’s a succubus’ dream come
true,” Vidia said in an uncharacteristically excited tone. “There’s nothing around for miles. No cities, no cars, no street lights … and, most importantly, no people. It’s just me, the howling winds, and the occasional wandering Vargrat. It’s, like, the coolest fucking thing since American Idiot. You need to come and visit. Like, soon.”

  “It sounds like your own personal paradise,” I chuckled.

  “It is,” she admitted, “but, even better … we can be as loud as we want, and nobody will be able to hear us.”

  The Sister of Envy shot me a wink over her shoulder, and then she summoned forth her butterfly wings and took to the sky.

  “Damn, Jakey,” Todd whistled, “I think that’s the most emotion I’ve seen Elvira ever show. Aside from the time she got mad at me for calling The Cure overrated. I totally thought I was gonna die, bro.”

  “You’re lucky to be alive,” I laughed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me--”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Todd dismissed me with a wave of his hand, “you gotta go glaze some donuts. Jump some bones. Play the ‘ol game of mortar and pestle. Pour out some tadpoles. Test drive the plunger. Vaccinate the kitten. Season the tacos. I’m trying to say you gotta go fuck some sexy demon babes, if I didn’t make myself clear.”

  “It’s a ceremony,” I lied coyly. “I have to do it, or else they won’t become badass Demon Lords like the rest of you guys.”

  “Suurrrreeee,” Todd shook his head, “we totally didn’t do the dance of dongers to level me up. But keep telling yourself that, bro. Anywho, there’s an eighth of our new “Emerald City” strain back at my place, and it’s calling my name. Up, up, and awaaaayyyy!”

  The imp surrounded himself with black Hellfire and then took to the sky in a flash.

  As soon as he was gone, I passed through the gate of the brimstone castle, sauntered into the main courtyard, and then headed up to the main building. The second I was inside the main landing of the castle, I saw the Shades had already begun their work on the newest additions to the room.

  Now that we’d added four new succubi and an angel to our motley crew, I’d decreed they each get their own portrait to go in the main landing of the castle.