Author's Note
- All scenes of rape are consensual and enjoyed by all participants. All participants are over 21 and freely consent to all sexual activities.
This is the conclusion of Book One of the Nylon Conquest series. Book Two will take place two hundred years into the future. There will be a few short stories following Book One to give the reader a glimpse into the decline of the dominance of Men as the Succubus conquest begins.
In this chapter, our hero faces his greatest challenge yet. His world is indeed about to change.
Previous chapters of Nylon Conquest are highly recommended prerequisites for this chapter.
Thank you so much to my loyal followers. I dearly hope this chapter is a fulfilling end to this segment in the timeline of the Succubi Conquest of Man. Comments and ratings are SO MUCH appreciated!
See my other storylines that all tie into Nylon Conquest, including my beloved and growing Scarlett series, the two-part Mated for Life series, and the one-off short story "The Contest," where it all began for our male hero.
If you don't like stories of male bondage, female domination, and sexual pain and pleasure, this story is not for you.
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I was a prisoner of the Succubi on their home planet Subus.
Only recently I discovered my gorgeous wife Larissa, the weather reporter for the largest television network in North America, was born five thousand years ago as Harmonia, daughter of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Passion, and the Sea, and of Ares, God of War.
After Harmonia was raped by a dozen high-ranking officers of the Greek army, she hunted, captured, tortured, and ritualistically killed each one of them, in a years-long vendetta of revenge. Fearing Harmonia's protector, her mother Aphrodite, the men of Athens beseeched Zeus, the God of Gods, for retribution. To teach Aphrodite a lesson in power, Zeus agreed. Harmonia was banished to the Isle of Lesbos with her three thousand handmaidens. Zeus bestowed upon them the greatest beauty in the Universe and everlasting life, but cursed them with all-consuming insatiable sexual hunger. Zeus furthermore caused the Island to be enchanted; any man who ventured near would die instantly. Thusly, the three thousand beauteous women would suffer egregiously with all-consuming sexual frustration to the end of time.
But Harmonia and her handmaidens defied Zeus. They turned to each other for sexual gratification. They prospered with each other sexually, and they wanted for men no more. Harmonia herself took every one of her handmaidens, some three thousand women, as lovers.
A thousand years passed before Zeus checked back on his exiles. When he discovered the women's love for each other, the angry Zeus turned them all into fearsome, but sexually alluring, demonic creatures. Furthermore, he banished them to the barren planet Subus and removed from them all desire for women. Without men to satisfy their sexual hungers, the women of Subus nearly turned mad with sexual frustration.
Believing Zeus' treatment of the women to be unduly harsh, Harmonia's mother, Aphrodite, recruited many Gods and Goddesses to avenge her daughter. In a mighty war that consumed all of Mount Olympus, every one of the Gods perished.
In her final dying act, Harmonia's mother Aphrodite extracted from Zeus the power to enable the women to transform themselves from Succubus to Human form at will. But most chose to retain their demonic image, at least on the rough primitive world of Subus.
Unencumbered by the politics of sex, the women advanced much more quickly than the male-dominated humans of Earth. In time, they became accomplished in the sciences, engineering, and construction. Eventually, they developed a rudimentary form of space travel. Two thousand years ago, the Succubi found the ancient wormhole to Earth, abandoned by Zeus four thousand years ago.
Three hundred years ago, Harmonia began traveling to and from Earth to plan the end of the rule of men - her revenge upon the cruel world she had left so many millennia ago. She took the Earthly name Larissa Stone. Thanks to Zeus, she is the most beautiful woman on the planet. Her demon form is Lilith and she has served as Queen of the Succubi and Goddess of Sex and Lust these past five millennia.
The Succubus Lilith had caused me to be bound to a metal rack in the center of a huge circular room. My body and head were immovable. We were at the top of the ancient stone castle Tartarus, named after the dark dungeon of sorrow and suffering, built by the gods in ancient Greece to house and administer the never-ending torment of all wicked men. This was the first primitive structure built by the three thousand Handmaidens of Harmonia after their banishment to this planet by the God of Gods, the mighty Zeus, five millennia ago.
The choices Lilith had given me were stark.
One. Accept the Ritual of Aphrodite - a grueling and brutal initiation by thirteen powerful Succubi warriors, a ritual which I may well not survive. If I do survive and acquit myself honorably, I achieve eternal life fucking the most gorgeous females in the Universe. If I fail, I'll be thrown into the male slave camps, helplessly horny from the side effects of the ritual, laboring under Succubi whips by day, pitifully masturbating in a lonely dark cell by night.
Two. Reject the Ritual, in which case I would be handed over to the Silken, an alien race of shapeshifters who have co-habited this planet with the Succubi for the past thousand years. The Silken would test me for compatibility. If successful, I would be shrouded within a skin-tight Silken body, to co-exist with her as symbionts for eternity. Once oriented, we would be consigned to a stone chamber, coiled in the tentacles of one of the living beds of this ancient castle, a plaything to be raped and forced to cum to the end of time by legions of horny Succubi warriors. But if I am found to be not compatible with the alien creature, I'll be condemned to slave labor on the alien planet, under the whip by day, and spending my nights chained to a metal rack alongside countless other hapless men, fed, stimulated, and milked in endless cycles by a vibrating vacuum pump, our cum packaged and wholesaled in bulk to the farmers' markets visited daily by the Succubi Fems.
Either choice had its risks, but the paths were the same: Eternal Ecstasy or Eternal Hell.
Lilith, Queen of the Succubi, awaited my decision. Within her I could detect little of Larissa, the Succubus Queen's earthly form and my wife of two years. I dearly hoped some spark of Larissa existed within Lilith so that she could spare me an endless fate far worse than death.
Lilith turned to a small, ornately-carved box on the table. From within, she extracted a handful of glossy silk. She held it in both hands to display it before my eyes. The silk looked like a tiny bodysuit, perhaps twelve inches in height, almost completely transparent. It glowed, iridescent in the flickering light of the massive stone fireplace. The bodysuit was complete, with feet, individual toes, arms, fingers, and a full hood. There appeared to be no opening. No stitches, buttons, or zippers were visible.
