We went on to read how he brought her to the island and they were married when she was 13 and he was 24. From the entries in the diaries we read of the intense love they shared, but their love was doomed, as she died at 24, leaving him crushed by the loss.
He locked himself in the house with her lifeless corpse for nearly a month, secretly burying her within a wall. He told no one of her death and in his grief, he had summoned the succubus! She came first in his dreams erotically beckoning him, pleading with him to rescue her. Each night the dreams were more erotic and more desperate giving him the instructions he needed to bring her back from the dead!
He had written down nearly the same thing that I had learned from dear "Aunt Liz", regarding summoning a succubus! He went on to describe the ritual he preformed, "I have drawn the circle and the symbols down in the basement at her grave as she instructed me, last night I laid in its center, naked. I closed my eyes and saw her in my dream, when I awoke she was with me! Her body and mine locked in a lovers embrace that lasted hours! Our love, hunger and passion renewed!"
But as we read further in his journals his joyful reunion with his "Sarah" was short lived. "She requires more of my seed than I can provide her, she ages rapidly without it and suffers terribly! I have allowed her to seduce several of the men, which had an immediate reversing effect on her ageing renewing her youthful appearance, but she takes their hearts, her lustful passion and beauty are irresistible!
This had led to moral issues and disobedience. Two men were shot this morning for plotting mutiny against me! I have written to the General at Fort Niagara, and volunteered to house rebel prisoners, perhaps having a captive supply will be enough to satisfy her hunger! Without the discipline problems among the men."
He went on to write, "she is different now, she refuses to wear clothes at times and I find her wandering naked through the house and even out in the gardens, her once beautiful brown eyes are now with out color, like looking into the empty lifeless eyes of a long dead corpse, they stare back at me sometimes filling me with fright!
Her smile has changed as well, her canines have lengthened and resemble animal fangs. Though I am fearful and repulsed at times, I cannot resist her beauty and passionate hunger! But alas, I cannot satisfy her!
She lies naked for hours her incredible body writhing and convulsing, using candles and other phallic objects to sate her desires for sexual intercourse. While begging me for my seed, as I lay wilted and drained!
She has taken to adding new herbs and spices to my food, spoiling me with meals fit for a king which she serves me, then returns to the kitchen to eat alone in the dark. Becoming violently angry if I dare intrude upon her as she eats!
She seems obsessed with the slop mugs (bed pans) and keeps them spotless, and appears anxious to perform this vile task, often waiting and watching as I relieve myself.
There are times that she smells so foul, so horribly retched that I can not be with her. But I find her overpowering me, controlling me and taking me at will and using me!
I find myself wondering if she in fact is Sarah, and not something else, something darker and much older than my beloved Sarah. She seems to have knowledge of things far beyond her own experience and lifetime!
Other times she is every bit the sweet Sarah I married. Though her techniques at times seem extreme I have never known her to be cruel to her donors. She takes great pleasure in teasing them with her beauty and sexual charms.
I fear she could be a pretender, perhaps even the female spirit that had long haunted the men on this island, and kept the Indians away."
I thought about all of this as i read, she wasn't his Sarah. But his great love and mental vision of her was so strong that the spirit was able to use his memories and grief to fool him, and became Sarah, his love for Sarah blinding him of the truth.
The journals went on to record the first arrival of prisoners, mostly young men who he would take Sarah down to the cells to use she as she needed.
He wrote of his own growing obsession with watching her use the prisoners and how they would take select young men to the basement of the house where they were kept isolated from the others tortured sexually and used until they were near dead or driven insane by the lust she instilled in every man she met, or the terror she could control in them by revealing her true appearance.
She prepared potions that prolonged erections and fed it to myself and her choice of prisoners which allowed her hours of extended intercourse any time she wanted it. The potion had a serious side effect though, our erections would not diminish, even after several orgasms in one day.
There are times that the moans of pleasure were drowned out with moans of agony. I found my self in need of milking and though she milked my cock often, I still found my self aching for constant relief! Knowing she was down in the basement satisfying her needs, devouring the seed of her youthful covey of hard cocks fed my own desires, making it extremely difficult for me to go out of the house for any length of time! Not only is my erection straining at the fabric of my britches but it oozes constantly, leaving wet stains.
She has made me a harness to wear that for the most part conceals my constant erection, but if I don't masturbate often, my balls swell and become oversensitive, feeling as though they'd been kicked or crushed in a vice and my groin aches.
The moans of agony that come from the basement are from those poor naked bastards who cannot relieve their own seed, their hands bound in chains as their hard swollen cocks drip and ooze into small buckets hung by rope around their necks that she uses to catch their sap.
She would tease and playfully torture these men making them beg her to be milked. She has had as many as four men down there and as she fed off of one, the others moaned and wailed for their turn, like maple sap in springtime she collects and devours her harvest.
She feeds them and tends to their needs, keeping her covey clean by means that are a mystery to me, and frankly I prefer not knowing everything! But there were none of the usual odors of human excrement, normally overpowering in a dungeon.
Some how she was able to train these men and in a short time they would do anything she asked of them. She had me build them quarters once she was sure of her control over them. They willingly perform all the tasks of servants and show no interest in escaping.
We now have crops and gardens growing every flower and herb imaginable. These servants willingly serve her sexual needs each day at 6pm when as a group they report to the basement and make love to her, I have had a throne like chair placed down in the basement for myself to watch her as her slaves fuck her mouth, her ass and cunt simultaneously feeding her their pearlescent cream.
She would take them all as many as three times each leaving them wasted and drained, to return to their quarters when she is done with them. Then she comes to me, crawling like a cat stalking prey.
I have found her eyes hypnotic, though they are blank, without color or even pupils, they seem to burn into me, lighting a fire within my groin and building my passion and desire beyond comprehension!
Seductively she crawls to me her movements are slow, sensual, her expression filled with wanton hunger as she approaches my raging cock. She has developed a new talent for taking me into her mouth. Her tongue slithers out several inches like a snake and wraps around my staff, then trails wetly down around my balls and then squirms deep up my ass, as she pulls my hips to the edge of the seat.
I can say there's nothing to compare this to, her tongue seems to lengthen as it wetly slips up inside my bowels! She eats at my ass her tongue fucking me and wiggling deep in my bowels bringing my semen to near boiling as my cock oozes syrupy clear juices. Her eyes fixed on the tip of my cock until it is drooling precum when she withdraws her tongue from my ass and licks it up. She then stands and allows me to lick up any cum that her slaves have given her that has dribbled from her ass or cunt before taking me as she wishes in every one of her orifices."
But even this did not satisfy her carnal appetite, she wanted more! After the war of 1812 , she wanted women as well as men and her needs again were met by her now aged and loving "husband".
