The Succubus Virus

Charlotte woke up with a pounding in her head. It was spring break, and as usual she had been out late partying. She groaned and dragged herself out of bed to get a glass of water. As she sat at her kitchen table to nurse her hangover, she noticed a note among the scattered beer bottles.

"

Charlie-

I'm so so sorry.

-Jules"

Charlotte rolled her eyes. She vaguely remembered what this could be about. Jules was a classic Catholic school girl. They'd been friends since they were kids, but when her parents caught wind that their dear little daughter might like girls, they shipped her off to some private school run by nuns. It was only through the magic of facebook that they had reconnected after all these years, and two or three drinks in, all that Catholic Reeducation meant zip; Charlotte had a great time making out with her to the cheers and cat calls of their fellow party goers, so she wasn't sure what would make Jules dip like that.

Ah well

, she thought with a shrug.

Religious girls were weird

.

Charlotte was ready to continue on with her spring break, with or without her... and had another party to get ready for. Her pussy tingled a little in excitement.

****

The party itself was nothing unusual or special. Girls, boys, drugs, alcohol, a pool... Charlie enjoyed them all in turn. But around 10pm, her stomach started to feel... weird. Overwhelmingly warm. In the middle of some beach blonde giving her a lapdance, she suddenly had to excuse herself. In the bathroom, she doubled over the toilet. She expected she needed to vomit... but as she knelt, the warmth spread lower- an insatiable heat settling right on her clit.

She groaned. It didn't hurt. Infact, it felt good. Insanely good.

Too

good. She stood up, leaned back against the wall as her hips involuntarily bucked. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she saw quite a sight.

Her light brown hair was disheveled, her suntanned skin flushed. Her hazel eyes had a glazed look to them. Her tight tube top rode up, exposing her toned stomach, and there over her belly button was the faintest pink markings. They swirled over her stomach, circling her belly button and dipping below her pant line. Confused, she touched the mark. It was warm to the touch, like some kind of infection.

Is that what this was? She thought back to Jules note... her friend hadn't been at this party. Had she given her some kind of STD?

Another wave of heat flared through her core, making her clit throb. She whined softly, and without thinking her fingers went between her legs to tweak the swollen little bud. Her pussy felt like an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. The only thing that soothed the incessant feeling was stroking, pulling, and pinching her clit. Soon, even that wasn't enough, and she found herself grinding her crotch on the bathroom counter.

"Oh god... please.. just a little more..." Charlotte grunted as she pressed her bud against the sharp edge. Her pussy was leaking by now, staining her light blue jean shorts in wetness. As she mindlessly humped the cabinetry, a voice in the back of her mind seemed to coo.

"That's it my sweet... just a little more."

Charlotte began to rub her nipple as she grinded against the counter, mouth open and panting, tongue out. Lewd images filled her mind. She pictured getting fucked by one, or two, or hell maybe even five of the men at the party- one after another. She pictured Jules, bound on a cross while she licked and lapped at her perky tits. She pictured herself with her pussy bare to the world as the whole party came to cum on her tits. Unbeknownst to her, the pink markings on her stomach got more pronounced as she got more and more aroused.

Finally, the dam broke, and with a guttural scream of ecstasy, Charlotte came. She squirted all over the floor, splashing onto the mirror. She fell back, her hips twitching in the after glow. Someone knocked on the door, but before it could open, the room was enveloped in a pink light.

Ethereal chains appeared across the door, locking anyone who might try to interrupt out... and locking Charlotte in. A glowing circle seemed to appear over Charlie's heaving stomach, and from it a gorgeous, full bodied woman emerged. She had red skin and curved, black ram horns. Her raven black hair flowed around her form. Her tits were huge, and she looked down over them at Charlotte.

"Congratulations, sweet girl. The virus is complete." The demonic woman cooed. "You are now mine."

The woman had her bare foot resting on Charlie's chest, between her breasts. Charlie looked confused, and a bit offended.

"What the hell, what do you mean? Get off me! I- HAH...." Her objections were cut off by a snap of the demon woman's long slender fingers. At the exact instance, an intense heat radiated from Charlottes womb, and she came again. The demon grinned and snapped two more times, each time wrenching another orgasm from Charlotte's spent body.

"Shhhh shh my lamb." The demon purred. "When you came, that solidified my mark on you. I control your pleasure now. The succubus virus has full effect over you."

Charlotte gasped and tried to catch her breath, but even every inhale caused painful pleasure to radiate through her body. She could only pant and listen to the demon as she took her foot off her chest and began to walk around to inspect her.

"You can call me Mistress Naamah. Or just Mistress." The demoness continued. "From now on, your every waking moment will be one of tormenting pleasure for me to feed on. And oh what a little pleasure bitch you will make. Not like little Jules."

"Wh.. what do you know about Jules.." Charlotte wheezed. Naamah smiled, and snapped her fingers again. This time, instead of a sudden orgasm, Charlotte's hands moved on her own, returning to her drenched pussy and immediately playing with herself. As the demon continued her explanation, Charlotte had no choice but yo tweak her clit, plunge her fingers into her pussy, and rub her gspot. Her hips bucked wildly, but her hands- controlled by the succubus's demonic force, continued the onslaught.

"You see, our control spreads like a disease. Our influence is transmitted between hosts through body fluid. Spit, semen, discharge.... We incubate in our hosts womb, enhancing their arousal, and when they cum, they bind themselves to the young succubus inside them." The succubus sat in a manifested throne, watching Charlotte force herself to cum, her fingers still continuing to dance on her throbbing clit and plunge into her sopping depths. "Jules was seduced by an incubator... but oh when we implanted in her womb she put up such a fight. It took her three days to break, three days of intense pleasure... it was almost cute how she sobbed in shame when she finally fingered herself to completion."

The succubus pressed her foot against Charlottes pussy, feeling the heat coming off her in waves. Charlotte groaned

"Please.. it'd too much.. I don't want to feel good anymore...."

Her pleas, however, were ignored.

"She was so cute, infact, that I took her right back to hell with me. I made her cum over and over. She squealed and bucked and pleaded and begged. She wanted to go home, and then she wanted to cum, then she wanted to stop cumming, then she'd give anything to make it all stop." As the succubus described the torment, images invaded Charlottes head. She could see it all.

Jules tied up as several more demonic women caressed her body. One licking her pretty pink pussy until she was about to cum, then stopping just short. Repeating this until she begged to cum. Then the scene switching with the demon girls overstimulating her with bizarre demonic toys; knobby vibrators, electric lasers that emitted pure pleasure, dildos, ticklers. Jules came over and over, her sobs and pleas falling on deaf ears.

It was so hot watching her tortured like this, Charlotte realized with a hint of guilt. It shouldn't be, but it was. Jules was always so sweet, so innocent. Watching her forced to depravity, her pert nipples hard and straining, her pussy clamping down on a demon girls strap on.. it was almost to erotic to bear.

The scene switched again. A large demonic monster was holding Jules in a crucifix position, its cock resting against her sopping wet pussy. Despite what Charlotte knew of her friends sexuality, the poor girl was squirming with need, begging the monster to fuck her. A demoness stood before her with a grin, and Charlotte recognized the architect of her own torment; Naamah.

"Please, please tell it to fuck me!! I. I need it!" Jules screamed desperately, tears running down her face. The demoness strokes her cheek.

"You have to earn that right, my dove. You know the terms." She cooed. Whatever these terms were made Jules' eyes widen, and she shook her head. The succubus tutted. "Pity. I suppose it will be another month of chastity then."

That broke her. She immediately began to writhe and scream. "I'LL DO IT. PLEASE NO, NOT THE CHASTITY. I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL DO IT."

The scene faded, and Charlotte was back in the glowing pink version of the party bathroom. She too was in the crucifix position now, the succubus Naamah at eye level with her.

"Do you want to know what she agreed to?" Naamah asked wickedly, stroking a finger down Charlotte's bound body. "She agreed to spread the succubus virus to as many people as she could. And she told me you would be the perfect super spreader. She just needed to infect you."

Charlotte winced. She did have quite the easy reputation, but to think Jules would do this to her....

"I won't do it!" Charlie said defiantly. "I won't spread your gross disease! This ends with me!"

The attempt at heroism made the succubus's lips quirk in a smile. "Pity. But we'll see again in a few hours."

Suddenly the succubus disappeared, leaving Charlotte in the locked, still glowing pink room. Her body was still hot, the mark on her stomach forcing her to stay aroused. But she could do this... she could handle this.

Then she felt something at her pussy lips. Thin tendrils, stroking at tickling her lips. She looked down and could just make out the demonic creature below her. It looked like a massive sea anemone. A mass of writhing tentacles that sent shockwaves or sharp pleasure everywhere they touched, and they were honed in right at her cunt!

She screamed for help, trying to jerk her hips away, but the creater continued its ascent. It climbed up her legs, tickling behind her knees, making her legs jerk uncontrollably. A few tentacles wrapped around her thighs and her hips, locking it in place as it enveloped her pussy. They teased and licked at her folds, stroking her labia, circling her clit and pulsing. They writhed deep into her pussy, stroking and pulsating against her walls.

Charlottes body jerked around like a fish out of water. She tried to shake the creature off, but it stayed latched on. The unbearable pleasure poison forced her to the edge, but it wouldn't let her cum. She screamed, her psyche shattering, and in the chaos a glowing timer appeared before her on the door.

3 hours. A breathy whisper resonated in her head. "

Good luck

."

******

Jack groaned as he watched his friend make out with some girl he'd just met. He felt like the only guy at the party that wasn't getting some action, and it was really starting to frustrate him. He decided to walk to the kitchen to grab another beer, but as he passed the bathroom door it suddenly opened.

The room smelled overwhelmingly like sex, but only one person emerged; a gorgeous brown haired woman with curves in all the right places and a weird tattoo on her fit stomach.

"Hey stud." Charlotte purred. "Looking for a good time?"