The Witch And The Incubus Ch 02

Author's Notes: This story includes elements of the following: anal sex, BDSM play, group sex, lesbian sex, mind control, and nonconsent/reluctant sex. This story does not present BDSM in a realistic manner - it's fantasy folks. This chapter does not contain sex, but does contain sexual situations. I want to thank my editor, HalfPear, for her guidance, insight, and suggestions.

Sarah Bell and Alexandra Romanov spotted Layla across the courtyard wearing a plaid skirt, thigh high white stockings, and a white button-down blouse, with a matching plaid bow holding her ponytail. Sarah and Alex glanced at each other in bewilderment. While it was an unusually mild January day, this wasn't what Layla would typically wear.

Sarah was a tall leggy blond wearing low-slung yoga pants and a fleece lined gray sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder. The effect of the outfit was to give the impression of casual wear while being unintentionally sexy. Anyone who knew Sarah could easily spot that her "messy" short blond hair was meticulously staged and that she used makeup to achieve the perfect "naked" look.

Alex, on the other hand, was a petite Asian American freshman who had straight long black hair that reached past her lower back. She wore chunky framed glasses, simple jeans, tee-shirt, and jacket. Tied around her waist was a long sleeve shirt. While she was pretty, she didn't particularly stand out from other young ladies traversing the college campus.

"Is she wearing a sexy school girl outfit?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, I think she is..." Alex whispered as they approached Layla from behind.

"LAYLA!" she said as the subject of their discussion turned to see them. "It's been a couple weeks, chica!" Alex threw her arms around Layla and squeezed. Layla gave a pained look at Sarah.

"Aw, what's wong? Did wittle Awex hut you?" Sarah teased.

"Actually, she kinda did," Layla lisped as she protected her breasts.

"I'm sorry," Alex said, "What's wrong? What did I do?"

"It's... it's not your fault. I just, um, had something done."

Sarah cocked her head to the side and squinted at Layla. "You sound different," she said. "Like you have a lisp or something."

"Ah, yes, um, I had my tongue pierced a couple days ago..."

"Wait. You hate needles; why would you get a tongue piercing?" Alex asked.

"It's her new man, Lexy. He's probably the reason why she's dressed like a Catholic school girl, too," Sarah said as she stifled a laugh.

"Maybe..." Layla blushed.

"So, um, I take it that things are getting serious with him?" Alex said with a grin.

Layla sighed. "It's not like that at all. It's a really weird situation and..."

"I bet it's a weird situation - hey, is that your beamer?" Sarah asked, as she pointed to a brand new silver BMW in the parking lot.

"Uh..."

"He bought you a BMW?!" Alex asked.

"Technically, it's under his name, so..."

"He trusts you with a brand new BMW?!" Sarah asked.

"Can we talk about something other than the BMW please?!" Layla pleaded.

"... Okay, Layla, what would you like to talk about?" Alex said in a diplomatic tone.

"He's a demon."

"He's abusing you? I'll kick his ass if -" Alex said.

"No, I'm saying he's a literal demon," she interrupted.

"Are we using literal correctly in this sentence, or ironically?" Sarah asked.

"I'm using the correct definition of 'literal,'" Layla said as she rolled her eyes. "He's a demon from hell - he comes with horns and hooves and red skin like a Halloween costume devil, except he's real."

"Are you okay?" Alex asked.

"Yes, I'm okay. Other than being controlled by a demon, I'm perfectly fine," Layla said as she rubbed her temples. "I'm telling you this because he wants me to invite you both to dinner where he'll try to seduce you both into being his sex slaves."

"Are you absolutely sure you're okay?" Alex asked again.

"I'm not crazy," Layla said, "and this isn't a joke."

"If I let him seduce me, will I get a beamer too?" Sarah asked.

"Okay - neither of you are going to believe me until you see it for yourselves, so there's no point in trying to convince you," Layla sighed. "Caliban Christiansen - the guy I've been seeing - will be waiting for you both at 'The Hot Spot' restaurant at eight. Be there on time; he will leave at eight fifteen if you don't show up. But PLEASE draw a pentagram on yourself somewhere; it will protect you from him."

"Layla, I'm worried about you," Alex said as she took her hand.

"I'm worried about me, too. I just hope you believe me." Layla frowned. "I've got to go. Just, please, remember the pentagram."

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Sarah and Alex stood in the reservation line to be seated at 'The Hot Spot.' Sarah had chosen to wear a red cocktail dress with a plunging neckline and a hem that came just above her knee. It was a bit cold to be wearing such a dress, but Sarah was intent on dressing to impress. Alex, on the other hand, wore a modest black shift dress that had a hem that ended about mid-calf. The dress left her shoulders and arms bare, so she wore a blue shawl to keep warm. Sarah had red lipstick that matched her dress and her nails, and used smoky eyeshadow makeup. Alex hardly wore any makeup at all, but had a small gold cross necklace.

The pair made their way to the front after several minutes. "Um, we're here to see Caliban Christiansen?" Alex said.

"Ah, yes. Prince Caliban has been waiting for you. Sarah Bell and Alexandra Romanov?" The host asked.

"Yes - I'm Sarah," she responded.

"Please come with me. Have either of you been to 'The Hot Spot' before?" he said, weaving between tables.

They both shook their heads.

"Well, Prince Caliban is a long time friend of the owner and used to frequent quite often. We're very happy that he's back in town - it's been a long time. I think the two of you are in for a treat, as your dinner partner has excellent taste," he said arriving at the door to a private room. "However, should you have any questions about the menu, please feel free to ask your waiter. He will be in frequently to check on you."

The host opened the door to a small room with one table, four chairs, and four place settings - one used. On the table were three lit candles, a decanter of pinot noir, half full glass of wine, an ornate steel pot filled with classic gruyere fondue, and a basket of crusty bread. No one was in the room. "Um, where's Prince Caliban?" Sarah asked.

"He must have gone to the gentleman's room. I'm sure he'll be back any moment now. Is there anything I can get you in the meantime?"

"I'll have water," Alex said.

"Menus?" Sarah said.

"Of course. Please be seated and I'll be right back." The host left as Alex and Sarah sat down.

"A Prince!" Sarah said with a big smile. "I think Layla's been holding out on us!"

"Holding out?" Alex asked.

"Of course. She's getting the fairytale ending she always wanted!" Sarah bounced.

"Disney princesses are your thing, Sarah, not Layla's."

"Oh, Alex - you know I'm right. I'm so happy for her!" Sarah said as she grabbed Alex's arm.

"I sincerely doubt it," Alex mumbled to herself.

"Sincerely doubt what?" a male voice said from behind them. Both Alex and Sarah turned to see a tall man in a charcoal grey suit with a cream shirt. He wore a herringbone patterned dark blue tie and had a paisley peacock blue pocket square. His smile seemed to compliment his strong jawline and his black hair provided the perfect contrast to his sparkling blue eyes. Both Alex and Sarah began to stand. "Please - there's no need," Caliban said circling to his seat in the corner. "You must be Alex and Sarah - I've heard a lot about you."

Alex's mouth went dry. "Uh, just what did she tell you about us?"

"Alexandra - you're a biochemistry major, you play the violin, and your father is half Russian, which is why you have a Russian last name. I hope that wasn't too personal."

Alex laughed nervously, "No, not at all."

"And you, Sarah, aren't sure about your major just yet. Your interests include yoga and dancing, and you have an ongoing obsession with all types of animated film," Caliban said. "Please, let me pour you some wine."

"We're under twenty-one," Alex said.

"There's benefits to knowing the owner -"

"I'll have some," Sarah said as she reached for the decanter.

"Please, allow me," Caliban said as he stood to pour her a glass of wine.

"It's not every day a prince pours wine for me," Sarah said with a wide smile as she watched her glass fill. "What country are you a prince of?"

"It's more of an honorific title I have within certain, uh, circles..." he smirked as he sat down.

"Well, you know a lot about us, but we know nothing of you, except for what Layla told us," Alex said.

"That I'm a demon?" Caliban asked as a waiter walked in. The waiter dropped off two glasses of water and started to provide menus. "Please, Daniel - I'd prefer to order for the ladies." Caliban said, as Alex glared at him.

"Of course, Prince Caliban," he said. He collected the menus and left.

"Yes - that you're a demon," Sarah smiled and shook her head. "I think it's supposed to be a joke. Layla's never been very funny..."

"I

am

a demon," Caliban said as he sipped from his glass. "Please, try the fondue. It's heavenly."

"Did you just say you are a demon?" Alex asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Alexandra, I did say that. I suspect that she also told you that I am slowly corrupting her mind, twisting her into a faithful pet. A sex toy. Does she also think I've asked the two of you here because I want you to join my harem of depravity?"

"Oh - I get it!" Sarah said, "She's had a mental break of some kind and thinks you're a demon. You need our help to bring her back to reality, right?"

"No, Sarah, I really am a demon. Unlike your torrid love affair with Chris Hemsworth, I'm real," Caliban said as he dipped a piece of bread into the fondue.

"I'm sorry - what did you just say?!" Sarah said with a stunned look.

"Which part did you not understand?" Caliban politely smiled.

"Is your knowledge of Sarah's intimate fantasies supposed to convince us you're really a demon?" Alex asked.

"Oh no - those she told me without prompting. However, it took a little effort to learn that you're saving up for your bottom-half surgery," he said, popping the piece of bread into his mouth.

Alex hugged herself as her eyes brimmed with tears.

"HOW DARE SHE!" Sarah said.

"I know. It's a real betrayal of trust to out a trans person. But please understand Alexandra, she had no choice in the matter; I can make her tell me things she doesn't want anyone else to know."

"What about how she betrayed me?!" Sarah said.

"That? Yeah - I guess so. I really must insist that you both try fondue; I could eat the whole pot myself, but then I'd have no room for the main course..."

"Knowing I'm transgender," Alex said with a faltering voice, "doesn't make you a demon."

"You're right. And short of turning into an eight-foot-tall, red, beastial hulk in this small private room, there's only one other way I can prove it to you," Caliban said. His eyes glowed orange. "Give me your panties."

Sarah instantly hiked up her skirt and began removing her panties. Alex gripped the table and grit her teeth as she tried to resist his compulsion. He turned to her and said it again in a deep rumbling voice; "Give me your panties - now!" Alex then pulled off her panties as well, then they both placed their underwear in Caliban's waiting hand.

"Okay. That was hot." Sarah said as she wiggled in her seat.

"Do you believe me now, Alex?" he asked before he bit into another piece of fondue covered bread.

"I drew a pentagram on myself; she told me that would protect me," she mumbled in response.

He swallowed and took a sip of wine. "It would if I was a lesser demon. There's a whole hierarchy she doesn't understand quite yet."

At that moment, the waiter stepped in. "Sir, are you ready to order?"

"Not yet - we're having an interesting conversation. Could you do me a favor and dispose of these?" Caliban asked. He handed the waiter their panties.

"Of course, sir. I'll give you another ten minutes?"

"Five will be fine, Daniel."

"Did you just tell him to throw away our panties?!" Sarah asked as Daniel left.

"Yes, Caliban did. Weren't you paying attention?" Alex glared at Sarah.

"It's cold out there! I'm going to get pussycicles!"

Alexandra rolled her eyes. "If you can make us do anything you want, whenever you want, why isn't Layla already completely corrupted? Why not just brainwash us and add us to your harem? What's your game?!"

"Honestly? That's a very good question. I'll answer it once you try the damn fondue!" Caliban growled.

Alex stared daggers at Caliban, then ripped off a piece of bread and dipped it into the fondue. She popped it into her mouth and began chewing. Her eyes widened.

"Oh my god - Alex, are you okay?" Sarah said.

Alexandra swallowed as she stared at the fondue pot. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine, it's just... really good!" she said as she reached for the bread.

"You see? What did I tell you!" Caliban said with a chuckle. "The truth is, turning countless woman into mindless sex slaves gets a bit stale after your first five thousand years or so. I'm ridiculed by other incubi and succubi for saying this but, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to seduce a woman without using my abilities..."

"Then why don't you?" Alex sneered. "Or are you not man enough to handle women as equals?"

He shot her a withering look and shook his head. "Influencing humans is like breathing for an incubus - it's completely natural and it can't be helped."

"I don't know; I think it's kind of sexy," Sarah said as she leaned towards Caliban. "Scary, but sexy." She took a piece of bread and slowly stirred it in the fondue.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "If you're not going to make us your slaves, then why did you ask us here?"

"I let Layla assume that I was going to make you slaves," Caliban said as the waiter walked in. "I'm still deciding how to handle the two of you, if I'm to be honest. Layla already told you about me and any attempt to hide the truth would eventually fail. We don't like our existence to be widely known, so that makes the two of you a liability. It would be so much easier if you were both in the harem with Layla."

"Are you ready, sir?"

"Please excuse the delay, Daniel. We'll have something simple today; a lobster bisque to start, then filet minion with a balsamic glaze, with a side of asparagus and garlic-rosemary roasted red potatoes," Caliban said.

"Uh - I don't eat red meat!" Sarah said. "Fish?"

Caliban shrugged. "How is the swordfish this evening, Daniel?"

"Very fresh, sir," he responded.

"Then a swordfish steak for Ms. Bell and a bottle of a nice full-bodied chardonnay - something accessible," Caliban suggested. "Thank you, Daniel, that'll be all."

The waiter bowed to Caliban, then quickly turned to leave.

"I take it that Daniel knows you're a demon? Is he a demon too?" Alexandra asked.

"No, he's not a demon, but he's been a thrall to one for a very long time. He's adapted to it extremely well," he explained.

"Is it difficult? I mean, to be a, uh, thrall?" Sarah asked.

Caliban drained his glass. "It depends on the demon. I call my thralls 'pets' because I enjoy spoiling them, but there are some who are much harsher than I am," he explained. "It also depends on your personality. I don't think the two of you wouldn't make good pets. You, Sarah, are so willing that I might break your mind by accident, and you, Alex, are so strong willed that you'd be miserable."

"How reassuring," Alex said flatly. "Then why did you ask us here?"

"Because Layla may either break or become miserable herself, and I don't want either to happen if I can help it," Caliban admitted as he sipped his wine.

"I wouldn't break," Sarah mumbled.

Alex ignored Sarah. "What exactly do you mean by 'break her mind?'"

"Mindless sex slave with no personality or will of her own. I used to think it was amusing, but as I grew tired of it, I found it hard to keep my pets from falling into that state." He took another sip of wine and frowned. "Over time I've learned techniques to stave off this state. One of them is to keep them engaged with their former life."

"You think we would help you prolong Layla's torture for your entertainment?" Alex scoffed.

"It's not just about my entertainment; Layla's health and well-being is important to me. I told her I would take care of her, and pride myself on keeping my word," he said. "Not that I don't already take good care of my pets, mind you."

"A demon with a code of conduct. How touching. You could, of course, let her go; that would be the right thing to do." Alex said.

"I could take her place!" Sarah offered.

"No, you can't take her place, Sarah. She summoned me and she's what's anchoring me to the mortal world," Caliban said, "And before you say it Alex, I'm not keen on going back to Hell; I'm not sacrificing my freedom for some twisted human concept of morality or nobility."

"It isn't like you belong there, or anything..." Alex said.

"Let's just say that hell isn't a nice place," Caliban sneered. "It's worse than what your holy books and stories describe."

"What about your rebellion against God?" Alex asked. "I would say that's reason enough."

"Pft. First of all, we've existed long before your Judaeo-Christian god," Caliban smirked. "No - we weren't thrown from Heaven. As far as I know, such a place doesn't exist."

"Are you trying to destroy my faith? Because it's not working," Alex said.

"I don't give a damn about your faith - I'm here to make a deal. Help Layla through this, and I will fund your remaining sex-change surgeries. And if Sarah does the same, I can fund her yoga studio."

"I never said I wanted to own a yoga studio..." Sarah said.

"According to Layla, teaching yoga is the only thing you talk about. Unless you want to be my pet; Layla is sexually attracted to you and I wouldn't mind watching," Caliban said with a wicked smile.

"Uh... I'm not interested in girls," Sarah said.

"You will be if you're my pet," Caliban said.

"I'll have to think about it..."

"I don't. I want nothing from you; I just want my friend back, and I'm not going to let her go without a fight," Alex said.

"Then consider the offer to be a gift from Layla, yours for the taking whenever you request it. I'm sure she would make the same offer if she had the means. She's just as interested in your happiness as I am in hers," Caliban said as the waiter entered.

"I want to talk to her." Alex looked Caliban in the eyes. "I want to see for myself how she's being treated and the conditions in which she's living."

"Absolutely. After dinner I'll take you to my penthouse," Caliban said as a bowl of bisque was set in front of him. "You'll see that she's being well taken care of."

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The sprawling penthouse was decorated in shades of tan and brown, with black leather sofas, loveseats, and chairs throughout. It had floor to ceiling windows along most of the outward facing walls, three living areas, a den, a study, two master bedroom suites, and six other smaller bedrooms that shared jack-and-jill bathrooms. Brass stripper poles were installed in each of the living areas, the den, and the two master bedroom suites. The whole penthouse was wired with state-of-the-art electronic controls for climate control, lighting, and entertainment - much of it voice activated.

Layla sat on a leather couch in the main living room with her fingers and toes spread, allowing the freshly applied black nail polish to dry. She was made up with heavy eyeliner, black lipstick, and wore black leather collar and cuffs on her ankles and wrists, but was otherwise naked. "So the changes are permanent?" Layla asked