Thank you all for reading this far! The final part of this commissioned series will be out pretty soon so look forward to it.
Party Wipe Part 4
Chapter 12
The Cleric had been wandering the tunnels beneath the castle for hours now. Rooms and halls had all become the same to her in the darkness, barely different from another. At first she was terrified of the walls as the rubbery material seemed rather dangerous to her in the darkness. She wouldn't have been surprised if there were people stuck inside of them.
What little light she allowed to herself did not illuminate enough for her to have quicker pace through the dungeons. Especially considering there was a tremendous power that she felt even further down bellow. She was sure the Paladin felt it as well but what she found even more troubling is the fact that she did not feel any of her friends.
That was the first time they had entered a monsters lair where she could not feel them. Sure, the Paladin could feel the monster much better than her, but when it came to feeling each other, the Cleric was the most adept. There were two explanations for this, one there was something immensely powerful living in the castle or... they were all dead.
Both could be used to my advantage.
Only for one, brief, horrifying yet arousing moment did she feel a blip of pure, raw, dominance and power. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. So purely evil that she felt her knees buckle and so full of sadism that she felt her heart flutter like a school girl.
Pressing down her masochistic tendencies, she concentrated on her friends and the Mage, before continuing forward. And, of course, upon her end goal as well. Thankfully, soon afterwards she found a large wooden door, clearly an exit out of the forsaken labyrinth of latex that she was stuck in. The fact that she had only found it after the blip did not seem odd to her, though it probably should have.
With a loud creak the door opened and she almost wished she did not leave the labyrinth behind. It was clearly a large torture room. Filled with fetishistic toys, chains, whips, vacuum beds and other things a masochist like her would love to feel upon her skin. She flushed, seeing all of those toys before her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.
Then, just at the far end, she saw people. Gingerly, holding her staff close to her chest, the Cleric made her way over there, ready to cast a barrier around her if need be. But, as she got closer, the more her heart beat in that masochistic manner that she loved so much. What she saw took her breath away.
A regally dressed demoness sat upon a makeshift throne of latex and rubber, clad in a long, silky dress and gloves, with hypnotically shiny pantyhose and leather heels as sharp as a knife. Upon her raven haired head she had horns in the shape of a mock crown and upon her violet lips a smile so inviting lay that the Cleric almost wept.
At her feet were three... women, if they could be called that.
Husks, more like it. Good. This adventure could prove fruitful for me.
"Do you like your old friends? I do think they look much better like this.♥" She purred coolly. Her voice alone was enough to make the Cleric wet.
"I agree." The Cleric's meek tone was gone, replaced by one not exactly as regal as the succubus queen had but close enough not to be mistaken for some adventurer, even an S ranked one.
"Oh? Are you not the submissive, drooling, babe that I heard you were?" She chimed.
"Call it what you will. You've done me a great service by ruining them." The Cleric spat. Though her masochism was at a boiling point, another, long lost feeling came to the surface as well. One of desire for power. "I was only using them to become stronger. Now, I have you."
"Me?" The succubus queen cocked an amused eyebrow. "Darling, you have nothing and soon you will have even less. Once I teach you how to speak to me properly, that is."
"Won't you at least hear me out?" The Cleric said as she licked her lips while checkout out the demonesses nylon clad legs.
I have to concentrate. I have a kingdom to take back. Though submission to her is a dream come true I need to also retain my sense of self well enough so that I can take back my throne. My throne and everything else that was stolen from me!
"You have a minute." Declared the succubus as she tugged on the leash of the three slaves. One, who seemed like a paladin was licking her heels hungrily and sucking upon her heel. She was laying upon her back, hands and legs in the air like a dog eager for petting and treats. The one who was almost dressed like a mage had chains and plugs sticking out of every hole in her body. Whenever she licked or her mistress tugged upon the leash, she would whimper with pleasure as she sucked upon the silky, gloved fingers of the demoness. The last slave, dressed like a thief was barely visible as she was stuck within the throne. Her head was used by the demoness as a footstool where she rested her sharp heel. It dug deep into her throat, letting very little air into the husks lungs.
"Might I ask your name?"
"Is that how you beg?" Asked the succubus queen with an amused smirk. That was enough to send the cleric upon her knees. All of those yearnings and fantasies of being owned finally came to a boiling point.
That mage was good for some things I guess. But what I need is a true mistress to worship, not a hack.
Calm down you fool! If you allow her to subjugate you completely, you will not have enough of you left to take back what is rightfully yours.
She ripped her wool dress and started fingering herself, only to find that she was paralyzed from the neck down. With a whimper she lifted her head and saw the succubus smile regally with her gloved arm outstretched and pointing at her. "You only get to feel pleasure when I allow it, pet."
"Y-yes mistress... I... I am a..." She moaned in bliss and pleasure. She also, almost admitted to her true identity.
She is a succubus and a very powerful one, she probably has all of the memories of those three in her mind now as well. Good thing I never told them anything!
