Eros
Contents - [Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3]
"Well, that was something of a bust," Camilla murmured to herself as she walked through the streets. Every place she stayed at, the owner had tried to enslave her. They hadn't succeeded, but even so ...
She paused, tilting her head slightly, and then glanced into an alleyway. "Hmm ..."
The sun hadn't set yet, but the alleyway looked dark and foreboding already, and, this world being Eros, had to contain rapists who would welcome a girl who didn't scream or resist or even be unhappy at the thought of encountering rapists, which was why Camilla peered down it and then took a step into it without a moment's thought.
"Excuse me, miss, but you don't want to go down there ..."
Camilla turned around and smiled at the speaker. The effect was only slightly ruined by Camilla's appearing two-thirds of the age she was used to, but it got the speaker — a tall man in his mid-twenties, dressed in an outfit that had seen better days which somehow made him look handsome — to hesitate slightly.
"I don't?" said Camilla sweetly, in a voice like honey spiked with aphrodisiacs.
The man slowly grinned. "Yes, you don't know what kinda rough types you'll find if you go there without a strong man to ... ah ... accompany you ..."
"You mean I might get raped?" asked Camilla, putting an edge of hopefulness into her voice.
There was a snicker behind her. She turned, and found two more men, dressed identically to the first, and looking like they had a more physical sense of humor than the first man. "Yeah," said one of them. "They'll just grab ya, and tear that li'l slip off ya soon as look atcha ..."
The other added, "An' then they'll take turns givin' it to ya up the ass — or take yer cunt and ass at the same time ..."
"Ooooh!" said Camilla, in an expression of mock dismay. "And one of them might make me suck him off, too!"
The first man was grinning. "Oh, I don't know about that," said the man. "Girls have a distressing tendency to try and bite, and it's almost as bad when you try to take someone's mouth right after knocking their teeth out."
He suddenly darted forward, grabbing Camilla's face and forcing her mouth open. "That's what ring gags are for," he said, and one of the other men put a ring gag on her face, holding her mouth open. "Now, I know you're probably gonna enjoy this anyway, being a succubus," he continued as the third man began forcing her hands behind her back and shackling them together, "but it's just secondary to our pleasure."
Someone else said, "Wait."
The three men turned, pulling Camilla so that she was looking in that direction as well. They were facing a tall woman with black hair, dressed in a short-skirted red dress with a zipper running down the side, and also had a matching latex satchel slung over one shoulder. It appeared to be made of latex. "Dia," exclaimed the first man, with the air of someone saying the name of a person of authority who may or may not dislike what he was doing.
"Looks like you've got quite the catch there, boys," said Dia as she walked towards them, grinning. "You even got the bonds on her." She paused as she got close enough to reach out and run a hand through Camilla's hair, which she did. "By the way, I wouldn't've stopped you if I'd gotten here a minute later."
The "boys" exhaled, clearly relieved. "Now, I know you guys have probably gotten all horny, so here's a few discount tickets for the Guildhouse," said Dia, handing each of them a card which said, among other things, "100%" in large friendly letters. "Now scram," she added, and the trio did so with great enthusiasm.
Camilla let out a giggle, watching them leave. She then looked up at Dia hopefully, wondering whether she was going to be freed, or brought ... further into this situation.
"So, ya little sex-monster," said Dia, stroking Camilla's hair and undoing the gag. "What's your name?"
"Camilla," she said, smiling.
Dia nodded, and replaced the gag. "And I, as you probably guessed from Carlos's exclamation, am Dia," she said. "I'm an employee of the Slave Guild." She reached into her satchel and brought out a metal collar, which she snapped around Camilla's neck.
Camilla gasped, eyes widening, and sank to her knees, feeling her energy draining away. Obviously, this collar had been designed with the intentions of not letting her magically remove it.
"And, as of about five minutes from now," said Dia, smirking, "you are property of the Slave Guild." She drew a leash out of her satchel, and attatched it to Camilla's collar. "All right, c'mon now."
For the first time since she'd arrived, Camilla felt fear. She knew, given the kind of place this was, that she'd be ... well-fed, as it were, but now she'd have no control over any part of it. Larry, at least, had been reviving her. She whimpered slightly as she folllowed after Dia.
"Y'know, succubi sell for lots of money," remarked Dia. "I'm pretty sure the world record price for a succubus on the auction block was in the millions ..." She laughed. "Yea, eight million Euros. Not that one who looks sixteen would do that well. You're not that stunning: just 'okay.'"
Camilla actually found herself blushing. For a human to consider her merely "okay" shook her worldview worse than the collar had. Ignoring the position of the bonds, she tried to teleport out of the collar.
It felt like knives being stuck into her neck as she materialized, and she gasped, sinking to her knees. Then she realized that she was still leashed, she was in a building, and several surprised-looking people were staring at her.
"Why, thank you!" said Dia. "You saved us a bit of walking time." She grinned down at Camilla. "If ya try to teleport in one of those collars, it shunts ya to a Slave Guild hall." She turned to the other free people there. "It's okay, she's with me!" she said, and the other slavers laughed. "Anyway!"
She pulled Camilla to her feet, then led her to the far wall towards what appeared to be a set of circular elevators. She pulled open the door, revealing that it was more like a human-sized birdcage cage held up by rope than an elevator of twenty-first-century Earth. There wasn't much of a floor; just a sort of grating.
Dia placed her in the cage, and shackled her feet to the floor before attatching her wristcuffs to the bars of the cage. "See y'later!" she said, and closed the door. The cage rotated until it was facing the opposite direction.
Camilla's heart sank. It was joined shortly by every other part of her body except her stomach as the cage nearly plunged down, and she screamed through her gag. The cage passed by several doors, presumably for other floors. Camilla realized that the main reason her feet were shackled, apart from the dangers of getting kicked as soon as you opened the door, was so the slave didn't go flying anywhere.
It finally came to a stop in front of a door that appeared to be labeled "Succubus Processing." It opened, and three men in brightly-colored magic-resistant armor reached in and roughly grabbed pulled her out.
"Oh-ho!" said one of them. "Looks like we got a piece of jailbait here!" He pulled her by the collar towards an odd sort of machine.
"Why're they called jailbait?" asked another one, going over to push a few buttons in the machine.
"Dunno," said the first man. "Maybe because she's the type everyone'd go for if she was in jail?" He removed her bonds, manhandling her towards machine.
The third man said, "I heard it's because, like, she's past the age of consent here, right, so she's attractive 'n' all, but in some other worlds she's not past the age of consent, so she's bait, right, and jail's the trap, sort of."
"Aw, jeez, Stanley, don't be ridiculous!" said the second man right before they slammed the door shut on the machine, plunging her into darkness. She suddenly felt herself grabbed on all sides by long metallic arms, which systematically destroyed her clothing, and even tore off her collar, but she quickly felt another one put on in its place, seemingly made of plastic. It seemed to have the same sort of enchantments as the first one.
The arms grabbed her wrists and ankles, holding her spread-eagle. More arms grabbed her tail and wings, holding them immobile. Then she yelped as she was suddenly hit by a spray of water, which began running over her whole body. Occasionally, the arms shifted their position so the water would hit previously-covered parts. She realized the machine was cleaning her, somehow; or at least, there was a cool tingling sensation where the water touched, and she vaguely felt cleaner, which probably amounted to the same thing.
Several fans began blow-drying her. Once they'd decided she was dry enough, something scraped across her left leg, and then an opening appeared in front of her, before the mechanical arms carried her through it to another chamber.
"Look, Stanley, why would any government set the age of consent above at least fifteen?"
"Well, first of all, y'see, governments everywhere always do stup—"
Before she could react to the continued conversation between the three men, a set of large, muscular arms grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. "Mmm, nice and clean," said the tall man with an air of mild distaste. "Ah, well, guess we just gotta get you ready ..."
He placed her roughly on a table and strapped her arms and legs and neck down, then went over to what appeared to be some sort of computer. Camilla was now able to see the fact that the scraping sensation had been a number being printed on her leg. "Figures," she muttered.
The man didn't even look towards her. "Yeah, you get a number," he said. "We wipe it off when you get sold ..."
Camilla glanced towards the screen. Half of it seemed to be from a camera pointed directly at herself. The other half, she could barely make out the text:
Name: Camilla
Species: Succubus
Apparent Age: 16 (+/-)
Actual Age: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Height: 5'1"/155 cm
Weight: 67 lbs/30 kg
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Golden-Tan (white)
Calculated Price: 17200.00€
"213," murmured Camilla, as well as mentally noting that the price was in Euros.
"Hmm?" The man turned to face her.
"It's how old I am," she said. "I turn 214 next month."
The man turned back. "How many days from now?"
"Uh, ninteen," said Camilla.
The man updated the information, listing her birth date as April 2, 3012 AE, and added at the end: "Notes: Appears compliant," then hit a button; a plastic tag came out of a small printer. He then took out a metal collar and placed it on her neck, attatching the tag to it, before removing the plastic collar.
Another button was pressed, and Camilla felt a lurch as the table she was on began to move. It retracted into the wall, plunging her into darkness, and then began to ascend. After a moment, an opening appeared above her, and she found herself lifted into a sort of warehouse. Several men in white uniforms unstrapped her, and one took a latex bodysuit out from a box — it looked identical to the one she'd been wearing.
She blinked. "Huh? Wasn't that ripped up ...?"
"Yes," said one of them gruffly. "Put it on."
Camilla shrugged, and then reached for it. She hesitated, frowning, and concentrated.
Some of her magic was still available. Granted, they probably still wouldn't like it, but it would probably be better than trying to escape ...
In a flash of light, the outfit vanished from her hands, and materialized on her body.
"Fine," muttered the man.
They roughly placed a set of wrist and ankle cuffs on her, then put a ballgag on her face before carrying her out to a truck that was filled with other slaves, similarly bound and gagged. Camilla purred as she was placed against a nervous-looking redheaded young man, and coiled her tail around his waist.
"Okay, guess that's it," said someone's voice.
After a moment, the truck started moving, passing through the city unhindered. People seemed to watch it with vague curiosity, but otherwise weren't concerned with it; it was something notable, but perfectly ordinary. Eventually, they passed under an arch, which from Camilla's point of view said:
Central Square, huh? she thought to herself.
The truck stopped, and several guards began lifting the slaves off the truck and carrying them over to a sort of fenced-off area with a sign that said "Slave Pen." Camilla felt a tingling sensation as she was placed through it, and then the guards removed her bonds, leaving her free to wander around the pens.
The first thing she did was to look out of the slave pen, at the various people wandering or lounging around the square. It seemed to be a neutral meeting point for various people; over in one corner, a man was shouting, "Sausage inna bun! With crunchy bits!" to anyone who cared to spend money on it; some people were even buying them. She even saw an angel and a demon speaking to each other in hushed, serious tones, and there was even a few posts with slaves tied to them; at one of them, a nude girl was sucking off a hermaphrodite woman. Experimentally, she tried to reach out of the slave pen; there was a force field that prevented her.
She walked over to the boy she'd been leaning against on the truck. He was in his late teens, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black pants. Relative to the rest of the population here, most women would have applied the phrase "vaguely dorky" to him; men would have thought "a real pansy." Camilla, however, was a succubus, and what came to mind was "food."
"I'm ... a slave now," he said softly, as if just now realizing this. His voice seemed to hold a note of despair.
"Don't worry," said Camilla, sidling up to him and wrapping an arm around his waist, and taking an opportunity to look at the tag hanging from his collar. "Ken, right? I'm sure you'll get an owner who can only afford your price of, um, 930 euros, so you're probably not gonna get a real sadist ..."
Ken sighed. "Yeah, but ... but even so ... I just ... don't have any control anymore ..."
"Well, look on the bright side," Camilla purred, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You've got a horny succubus wrapped around you right now, and she's thirsty for your cum."
He glanced at her tag, gulped, and conceded that this was, indeed, a positive attribute. "But ... we're in public," he said nervously. "Everyone would see us ..."
Camilla pointed out the slave posts, where the herm was now cumming all over the girl's face, and then indicated a tree where woman was furiously riding a man's cock.
Ken whimpered. "B ... b ... b ..."
"Relax," said Camilla, sinking to her knees and reaching up to undo his pants. "I'll make sure this feels good ..."
Ken gulped, and stood with his legs spread slightly, paralysed as Camilla pulled down first his pants, then his underwear.
"Looks like you're scared stiff," said Camilla sweetly, stroking along his cock, which produced a gasp. "Mmm ... both in general and in particular."
Ken whimpered as she ran her hands over his cock and his balls, then gasped as she closed her mouth around him, licking and suckling. He yelped as she began purring as well, the vibrations running through his body and straight up his spine to the pleasure centers of his brain.
Camilla purred loudly, bobbing her head up and down over his cock, smiling up at him as she focused intently on pleasuring him. It wasn't long before he came, moaning out loud as his thick cream squirted into her mouth, his body squirming and spasming. She swallowed it all, savoring the taste, and then set about licking his cock clean.
"Did you like that?" she asked when she was done.
"Y ... yes ..." groaned Ken, his face flushed as he fumbled with pulling up his pants.
Camilla smiled. "Good," she said. "Now, why don't you return the favor?" She stood up, her clothes vanishing in the process.
Ken jumped, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as he looked her over, and let out a soft whimper. "I ... um ... How?"
She giggled. "Silly," she said. "You get on your knees and eat me out!"
Ken looked around nervously. He and Camilla were currently the center of attention of the other slaves, who knew that this was likely to be the high point of their existence until they were sold, and the guards, who agreed. There was a silence, except for the background of the hot dog vendor saying, "All right, 10 euros, and that's cuttin' me own balls off!"
He sighed. "All right," he said, getting down to his knees, and let out a mmph as she suddenly pulled his face forward, pressing his lips against her ... lips, which he nervously began licking.
It was clear that he had no experience with this whatsoever, but he did his best, and Camilla let out a soft coo. She was surprised, though, at how much pleasure she seemed to be getting from this. It was as if the pleasure she'd given him was coming back through his mouth ...
She cried out as she came, shuddering and moaning with pleasure. "Haaa ... ohh ... oh yes ... ohhh, yes ..." she gasped, her juices splashing out of her sex. Ken let out a yelp, hurriedly licking up her juices, a shudder running through him, as well.
They sat there for a moment, gasping. "Whoa ... that ... was good ..." breathed Camilla.
"It tasted good ..." said Ken timidly.
Camilla grinned. "Yeah, nice, isn't it?" she said, catching some of her juices on her fingers and licking them off. "Y'know, I probably won't mind being here ..."
Ken blinked. "What?"
She giggled, rematerializing her clothes. "I meant at least until I get sold," she said, and ruffled Ken's hair a bit. "I think I might hafta teach you some stuff, while we're here ..."
Ken's face flushed. Well, okay ... there probably were worse fates than being enslaved and subsequently taught "stuff" by a succubus. He couldn't think of anything specific, but he had a feeling he was in for a hell of a ride.