Fetishes: titjob, blowjob, teasing, cock milking, dungeon, sexual slavery, one girl/multiple guys, breast expansion, cum on tits
Tags: succubus, Joe
Joe didn't recall the last thing which had happened to him, apart from agreeing to go on a date from the cute girl at the coffee shop who was working the counter. The odd thing that was she hinted at it which was unusual for him. He wasn't short on offers, but they usually came from library nerds or someone on the swimming team who wanted him to help take pictures. Getting with their friends was sometimes an option, but the girl who actually invited him would usually drag her friend off once the photos were done.
At least he had kept the copyrights for them. He wouldn't tell anyone what for.
After finding a different coffee shop where they sat and ordered cappuccinos, he recalled that they had been discussing their future plans — regarding what they would do after they left for college, that is. Which course to take up, whether they would do further studies, and so on. Joe remembered feeling a little weak and dizzy, then standing up and telling her he didn't feel very well. She had hurried over to his side of the table and held him up, placing her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. She lifted him up with surprising strength for a girl around his size and weighing three-quarters of his weight. Carrying him in a fireman's lift, she left the place, and that was when everything went black.
Joe's eyes opened after what felt like days to see a bizarre sight.
He was in a darkened, but not dingy place. It felt like it was kept that way to ensure people were intimidated and couldn't find a way to escape. It was like one of those underground dungeons which were kept specially for people who wanted to be restrained, used, and sometimes tortured. He tried to peer through the veil of darkness in the room, but it proved to be quite hard with the restrictive cone of view he had and the dim lights. He tried to move his arms and legs, but they didn't work. He looked down and noticed that there were no restraints at all. He flexed his fingers. Nothing worked. There was probably something else holding him in place. Before he could lie back and think about what weird kind of magic was keeping his tendons prisoner, he heard a rustling sound. Looking up, a bizarre yet sexy sight greeted him.
It was the same girl he had gone out with for coffee. Yet she wasn't quite the same. She was wearing a black latex bra which seemed to have been split down the front to a tiny string holding it up, tied in the middle of her breasts. It might as well have not been there, since her breasts were spilling out generously over the cups. He wondered if he was dealing with a kind of mutated latex here, because surely tight rubber like this would hold in boobs of any size.
The clicking sound of heels drew his attention downwards. Seeing her legs, he gasped out loud. Apparently it was only his mouth he could move for now. He wondered why she would restrain his limbs yet leave his mouth ready to yell for help if needed, but it then occurred to him she might be putting his mouth to other uses apart from gasping in pleasure under her. His face reddened a little. He had no objections to such a first date — the only problem was that he hadn't planned it. If she had asked, he would've said yes instantly. Her curves were prominent and quite visible with her minimal clothing, especially the lack of underwear. She was wearing nothing but stockings below the waist which went up to the middle of her thighs. Joe blinked in disbelief and tried to get a peek at her bare pussy lips. His imagination was running wild at how they would look when he caught a glimpse, but she was facing sideways and sure to walk with a sway to her hips that kept her secret places well-hidden at all times unless you were below her and between her legs. A place Joe might not have minded being ... if it wasn't the way he'd been captured and held as what looked like a test subject.
The girl walked towards one of the shapes who was restrained against the wall in a similar way to Joe. He was a little larger, built a little like a football quarterback. He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder, but had enough muscle and boyish charm to make him appealing. Joe swallowed hard. What the hell was this about? Did she keep dating everyone she met to capture and keep them in invisible BDSM gear for her own perverse pleasure? Or was she like the exes his friends had occasionally had.h
His question was about to be answered soon. The girl knelt down near the man, leaning forwards to bring her nose close to his crotch. She inhaled deeply, a sultry yet demonic grin spreading across her face. Joe thought he saw fangs, but her smile was out of his sight before long. He knew it could've been a trick of the light, but he didn't want to take chances. He started to struggle again without success, his hands and legs squirming under the invisible bonds.
The girl was now pulling down the guy's trousers, smiling up at him. He didn't seem very excited at having his dick pop out in front of a scantily dressed, nubile woman. If his disinterest was noticed by her, she didn't seem to care. She let his pants fall down around his ankles. Probably out of fear from her fangs, he let out a small noise of discomfort and tried to move his hands to cover his boner prominently sticking out from his briefs. She still hadn't let his hands free though, so it looked like he was dancing on the spot with only his legs and shoulders moving. The girl's lips pressed together in suppressed laughter before placing her hands inside his final layer of clothing protecting his modesty.
'Relax, stud muffin,' she whispered, her head moving to the tip of his pecker and giving it a soft kiss through his clothing. 'I won't hurt you, I just need something more than my personal toy collection tonight. I'll be selecting the best among you from whoever performs best.' She waved a hand at a table showing a huge collection of sex toys, some of which were vibrators going beyond the 10 setting, and saguaros which seemed to be as big as a very tall person. There was no chance a human woman could've taken something like this and not screamed — without pleasure. She snapped her fingers and a light came on in the dungeon. It wasn't very bright, but Joe could make out the shapes of several other men on the walls who were also restrained. They could move their mouths, but he noticed that none of them could make a sound although they were clearly yelling for help. However, some of them were gawping at the girl's tits spilling out of her tight bra, clear hardons inside their pants, or boxer briefs in some cases. They could moan softly, clearly anticipating what she would do to them next. There might have been seven or eight of them, he couldn't really tell. Perhaps ten. The girl had magically chained them up and ensured their mouths couldn't utter anything but pleasured groans when she would get to them.
Joe didn't know if he should be turned on or terrified yet. He felt the way the girl was eyeing up the jock, her first victim, was a dangerous kind of sinister — like she was going to fuck him, drain him dry, and then leave him with a set of empty balls and a husk of a shell. He recalled seeing hentai of sex demons who did just that. What the hell had he walked into?
The girl was now planting gentle kisses at the tip and sides of the athlete's cock, smiling every time she heard him moan and try to move his hips. She raised a hand, pointing her index finger up.
'If you promise not to move or run away, I'll let you loose so you can take some control if you want,' she said. 'You can fuck my face, pull my hair, and do pretty much anything you want to me, apart from trying to stab me and escape. I'll have you know I'm not —' she bared her short but pointed fangs at him '— normal. Stabbing me would just make me mad. With lust.'
