The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 15-19

... inch of my meat into her anus, relishing the feeling of her tight sphincter slowly sliding up my rod. “No, no, no. . . .” she says repeatedly; until I land a slapping blow on her other cheek. Making her jump, and her anus tighten deliciously on my cock. “You’re going to be a good little girl, and tell me what I want to know, aren’t you,” I don’t ask, but state. She nods her head, but that’s not good enough for me. Reaching forward, I grip the back of the collar of her top with my right hand, and a handful of her dark hair with the other. Pulling back on both, I stand her upright, enjoying the new angle this causes her colon to take around my schlong. “Say it,” I command her, and then have to stifle a moan as my command makes her colon tighten as she has a minor orgasm. “Yes,” she gasps, and I realize I’m choking her with her own top by pulling back on it. I don’t let up. “Louder,” I command her, pulling my hips back, and slamming them forward, pounding into her ass to emphasize my desire. “ Yes, Master! ” she tries to scream. I loosen my grip on her collar, but pull back more on her hair. “Where did they go?” I ask my obedient slave. Reaching around her body, I somehow already know that her pussy is bald, and easily find her clit. I place my finger against it, but don’t move it, or apply pressure while I wait for her answer. “They . . . they went north, Master,” she says around moans, trying to move her cunt against my hand. “Good girl,” I whisper, nipping lightly at her ear. ...

... “You can cum now,” I give her permission, as I pinch her clitoris between two fingers. Her wail of pleasure rebounds off the walls, and I see some of her patrons start to fire off their seed as they cum too. Her rear clamps down hard on my tool, and I’m soon firing off into her colon, grunting with each spurt. I pull out of her ass, and realize there is still one final step to her conversion. “Get on your knees and clean my cock,” I command her, as I loosen the whip still bound tightly around her torso. She doesn’t even hesitate, before dropping to her knees in front of me, gripping my softening cock, and starts cleaning it with her mouth. I notice that it is clean of anything untoward, before it disappears between her lips. I can feel her tongue swirling around the tip of my over-sensitized phallus, and decide to pull out of her mouth. Leaning over, I grip her cheeks in my hand, and stare into her brown eyes. Not a trace of defiance is left, only complete submission. “That was very good, innkeeper. Now I want you to finish off any other patrons that haven’t gotten off to our little show.” “Sheila, master,” she says quietly. “My name is Sheila. Will you ever come back?” Pulling up my trousers, I turn and walk out, without giving her an answer, but something about her name tickles the back of my mind. What is it about her that—my mind grows thick with fog again, and I dismiss it. A young woman bumps into me as I try to leave. “I’m sorry, mister,” she mumbles an apology, and I ...