Dr. Victor Vega Incubus: Intro

Dr. Victor Vega, Incubus: Introduction

My name is Victor Vega, at least now it is. That hasn't always been my name, but it's been so long since I was me, I don't remember what my name was. Anyway, for now, call me Victor. You see, while Victor was, I mean is, a psychiatrist, he, I mean me, I mean we are also an incubus. This is getting complicated. Let's start at the beginning, back when I was just me.

In the days of ancient Rome, I was a soldier. But I didn't want to be a soldier, I preferred to be a lover. Make love, not war, you know? Anyway, I preferred to let my fellow soldiers pillage the villages, killing the fathers and sons, the brothers and uncles, while I enjoyed myself raping the mothers and daughters, sisters and aunts. But me preferring to shoot my load into a lady rather than fire an arrow at the guys didn't make Mars very happy. Finally, one day, he'd had enough of me ravaging the women rather than the towns, so he decided to make an example out of me. He borrowed a lightning bolt from Jupiter and basically fried me into a cinder. That was the end of my body, but not the end of me. You see, Venus liked the way I worked, so she grabbed my soul before Pluto got hold of it and turned me into an incubus, sort of. Basically, I was now a sex vampire. I had new strengths, and new weaknesses. One of my major weaknesses was that I had to have sex frequently in order to survive.

A slight problem was that as a discorporate spirit, I didn't have a body, much less a dick, which meant I couldn't fuck. Fortunately, I did now have the ability to possess another person's body and use their cock, but once I did, I was stuck in that body until it died. But Venus told me that my spirit had the ability to then move on to another body, for infinity. Basically, I was now also immortal.

Along with being immortal, another amazing power I had being an incubus was that all I had to do was touch a person and their libido started rising like they had taken a fast-working aphrodisiac. The really cool thing about this was, in the case of women, they would get hornier and hornier but were unable to come unless they let me fuck them. They subconsciously knew they had to let me do whatever I wanted to them if they ever wanted to orgasm again. They also knew something was wrong with what was going on, but they didn't understand why they couldn't do anything about it themselves.

Seeing them so uncomfortable was fun as they realized the only way to feel comfortable again was to obey me and do things that made them even more uncomfortable. Sure, I made them do things like let me strip them and have my way with them, groping their breasts, sucking their tits, to fingering and fucking their cunts and asses and so on. But sometimes I'd make them do other uncomfortable things like jump naked in a pond, finger themselves in public, or suck my cock. It was fun watching the looks on their faces change from misery to ecstasy and back again as they fought with the realization that they had no choice; they had to let me do what I wanted in order for them to get any relief.

Men were a little different. I'm not really into guys, but like the women, any men I touched knew the only way they would ever be able to come again was to follow my instructions. They were mine to command. Which meant I could use them to help me get near any woman I wanted. Fathers, brothers, husbands, etc. couldn't resist giving me access to their daughters, sisters, wives, and others.

Once I had touched a person, it was like I had created a sex addict. The aphrodisiac-feeling faded, but they knew if they ever wanted to feel that good again, they had to obey me. But I had to be careful. I found there was a limit to who I could control, a distance limit. Anyone who got further than a hundred miles away from me would go back to normal thinking but would remember what I had done. This often resulted in them wanting revenge. Even though if I was killed, I could just move on to another body, I often didn't want to since that would also mean I'd have to start building my mind slave harem all over again. Everyone I had programmed would go back to normal if I were killed. So I found I really couldn't spend too long in one place.

Year after year turned into decade after decade turned into century after century. I kept moving around to stay safe, always aiming for the biggest cities I could find. Easier to get lost in the bigger cities. Around 500 AD, Rome had fallen, but I was still around so I started to move through Europe. About a hundred years later, I was in what is now England when I met a wizard. He could tell I was an immortal being, but wasn't sure what type, so we shared information, and he taught me much about spellcasting. But being a wizard, he was immune to my powers. His wife and daughter, on the other hand...

Well, of course, horny and vulgar as I was, I just had to make the mistake of not just sleeping with both of them, but also making them go down on each other before I did. I just had the plain bad luck that he walked in on us while my dick was in his daughter and I was eating out his wife. He wasted no time punishing me. He killed me with a curse, imprisoning me in an obsidian ring that I happened to be wearing at the time, so that I couldn't escape to find another body to take over. He made sure the body was buried still wearing the ring, and in an unmarked grave.

There I lay, trapped in that ring, still aware of my surroundings, for what turned out to be more than a thousand years, until some people dug up the skeleton whose bony finger my ring was still on. I didn't know if they were architects or grave-robbers, but I didn't care. All that mattered is that one of them found my ring and took it. I hoped they would put it on, as that would break the curse, but instead they sold it. I sat there for what seemed like forever until my ring was put in a package and I was shipped across the sea to the New World, what I learned was now called the United States. There I was bought in an antiques store and put on by Dr. Victor Vega. I wasted no time moving into Victor's body. Through him, I learned about everything he knew, including about the world as it now was. I got lucky, it turned out Victor was quite a pervert. He liked to watch porn on the internet and Victor had dreamed of fucking some of his patients. Now he, I mean I, could make that possible.

But before I could get into that, I had to do some prep work. I had learned much from the wizard before he killed me. He and I shared a lot about control magic. One major thing I learned from him was about dome spells. A dome spell was a spell that encompassed a whole town and affected everyone under the dome. That was a much further reach than my previous limit of 100 miles. An advantage I had over what the wizard had been able to do was I could combine my incubus abilities with the magic I had learned. The dome spell I created was more complex than anything he could have done, but worth it. First of all, I made it so that everyone under my dome would find nothing out of the ordinary about anything anyone affected by my magic did. I focused a particular part of that on those who were seventeen and younger so that they could not be aware in any way of the sexual activity that was going on around them, nor could they be affected in any way by those I commanded. Basically, they were off limits.

I used my dome spell to automatically make any women I touched into being what I had learned would be called a "free use" women. Not only would such a woman be happy to let me fuck her, but she'd have to let anyone else do so as well. Anyone eighteen or older under my dome, from their family and friends to perfect strangers, could fuck a free use woman almost wherever, whenever, and however that other person wanted to. These women couldn't fight them off, they just had to accept that they were now nothing but living sex dolls. My dome spell also marked these free use women, it made woman I touch gain a golden glow visible to everyone, marking them as mine and also making them known to others under the dome as being free use.

However, I can and do give some women specific instructions in how or where or who they had to fuck. Some I'm nice to and let them choose the factors themselves, others I like to have fun with and make it so they can only get fucked if certain factors were in place, like they could only fuck in public or could only get fucked by a perfect stranger or could only fuck between noon and two each day. In any case, if I did give a woman a restriction like this, she instead gained a silvery sheen instead of a golden glow so others would know this free use woman they were talking to had restrictions that might enable her to say no to what they wanted her to do.

I also made it so that everyone under my dome had some automatic restrictions regarding how they could use free use women. No one could physically injure in any way those I controlled. Nothing even as minor as a bruise nor certainly as serious as a broken bone. Sure, BDSM stuff could be fun, but I didn't want anyone to get damaged. I also made it so that a woman could say no if being freely used on the job would dangerously interfere with them doing their job. I didn't want people like surgeons or firefighters being prevented from saving lives by some dumb schmuck trying to fuck them on the job, but women like secretaries, waitresses, or store clerks could be used at work, no problem.

Another protection I created was that STDs were nonexistent under my dome and that women could not become pregnant unless they wanted to. This way, a woman could have sex with numerous different men and not have to worry about getting pregnant by any of them. This also meant that everyone under my dome understood that there was no need for things like condoms or birth control. And since there was no need to worry about making babies, I made it so there was nothing wrong with fucking your own babies. Incest was acceptable. What can I say, I had a thing for seeing dads fuck their daughters and moms get fucked by their sons.

I added a component to the dome spell that made it so if told anyone I had enchanted to give instructions to someone else, that other person would obey them as if I had given them the instructions directly. I also found a way to share what I came to call my incubus "six-shooter sex-shooter." As an incubus, Venus had given me the ability to fire off six shots, to ejaculate at most six times, no quicker than once every ten minutes, into a woman before I was empty, but I then had to wait sixty minutes to recharge before I could repeat. I shared this ability with any men under my dome that I had placed under my control. The last trick I added to the dome spell was that anyone entering it would automatically fall under its spell and anyone who left the dome would automatically forget anything they had seen that was caused by my powers. Also, anyone who saw anything that happened under it would not think anything strange about what they saw. The last thing I wanted was reporters or the government coming to investigate.

After taking care of the magic part, I moved on to the science side of things. It turned out that Victor had a good friend who was an incredibly intelligent inventor. This friend had his own business and factory for mass producing his creations. I took control of the guy to make him give me, and only me, as many of one specific invention of his as I asked for. Being the nice guy that I am, I paid him back by making his wife, two daughters, and secretary, the perfect free use sex toys for him. The invention I wanted for myself were these amazing spycams.

They were plenty small, about an octant of a ping-pong ball, so they were inconspicuous, not that it really mattered under my dome. Basically, if you cut a ping-pong ball in half, then cut that half in half, then cut that in half, you'd be left with about one eighth of a ping-pong ball with three flat sides and one curved one. Those flat sides fit perfectly in the corner of a room where two walls met the ceiling. The curved part allowed the camera inside to record video of anything it saw within 100 feet. There was also a microphone that did the same. If both ran 24/7, the battery inside would last about a year. But the camera and microphone were motion activated, and though they kept recording for up to one hour after they stopped detecting motion, the battery was solar-powered rechargeable by a small solar panel in the spycam. Ultimately, this resulted in the battery being able to last for up to TEN years! Amazing, right?

Now, though, all this recording would be worthless if it weren't accessible. Inside the cam was an antenna and a single-board computer that was programmed to hack into any nearby wi-fi and use that to send the video to a server set up in Victor's, I mean my, basement. From that server, I could post to a porn site I created all sorts of videos of my sex slaves nude and/or having sex in their homes, at work, or anywhere else I put the cameras. This was how I made a good amount of money. Being a psychiatrist, Victor didn't do bad business, but I didn't want to have to see patients day after day, I wanted to have more free time to fuck.

Anyway, it was so cool, because I could command a person to do all sorts of things in their home that I could video and post. What was really cool was that somehow my spell transferred through the internet to those who saw online anything that happened under my dome. Whether these viewers were under my dome or not, no one thought anything was strange whatsoever about what they saw online. Whether I had a woman strip on camera or in the middle of the street, everyone who saw it thought it was completely normal porn. I loved mixing this new technology with my ancient magic to have a lot of fun with some of my patients and others around town. I'll tell you more about some of them later. Right now, I've got a victim, I mean patient, to see.