Eros
Contents - [Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3]
After all, while men wielded more obvious power than women, they often did so at the expense of personal danger .... Beautiful women often achieved great things, on the other hand, merely by smiling at powerful men.
— Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time
Camilla had occasionally taken to reading books in her visits to Earth, and this was her favorite line in that particular book. And it was on this principle that Camilla managed to speak with one of the Guardsmen.
"Well, to be perfectly honest," he said, "Dia somehow managed to get her hands on access to the Baron Richelieu's spy net system. I think the only part she didn't get was when you were in Larry's house."
Camilla smiled and nodded. Evidently, Dia knew how to work by the same principle. "So, they knew I was a 'newcomer' to Eros the whole time?"
"Yep," said the guard. "Of course, I never woulda believed some of the stuff I'd heard about you doing, if, well, I hadn't seen your progress here."
Camilla nodded. Excluding virgins, she'd had sex with every single straight or bisexual male and every single lesbian or bisexual female in the slave pen. Those whose preferences were solely with males, she'd had Ken screw. Ken had initially been a whimpering near-virgin himself, but with Camilla's help, he was slowly becoming more skilled in certain areas. While he was unquestionably not a virgin anymore, the skills he was gaining would probably raise his price higher than virginity would. "So, when and how exactly do we get sold?" she asked.
The guard shrugged. "Well, either someone'll see you and want to buy you, or if there's any leftovers afterwards, you get auctioned off, starting at half-price."
"And ending several times higher than the original price," said Camilla.
The guard chuckled. "Exactly," he said.
Into the Square walked a tall woman with Asian features, dressed in a pink kimono and holding a red purse with the Japanese character for "Love" on it. The air of those around her shifted to one of great interest.
One of the guards rushed forward and kneeled. "Milady Barentainu!" he exclaimed.
She laughed. "Aww, c'mon!" she says. "It's Valentine! Can't some people comprehend the notion that Japanese can borrow words from other languages?" She poked his nose with her tail.
Camilla looked with idle curiosity towards the woman as she busily jacked off Ken (having bound his wrists to his ankles using his own pants and then used his underwear as a blindfold). "Who's that?" she asked one of the other guards.
"Lady Makoto Valentine," said the guard. "She's like, one of the richest people in the city. Practically one of the gals in charge."
Lady Makoto grinned as she approached the pens. "Ooh, look!" she crooned as she saw what Camilla was doing to Ken. "Two pets who know how to pass the time!" She looked them over. "Okay, girl, make that boy cum all over your face and chest!"
Camilla grinned and nodded, dropping to her hands and knees, and began sucking on Ken's length, licking and purring. It didn't take long for his hips to begin jerking, and she drew back, letting his cum splatter over her face.
"Good," said Makoto. She seemed to have a permanent grin. "I think I'll take those two. Pack 'em, boys, you know the way I like 'em."
Two of the guards went in and leashed Camilla and Ken, leading them out of the slave pen. Lady Makoto grinned and reached into her purse, taking out a pair of blindfolds, which she then placed on the two of them, cutting out vision. "Have him boxed, and use this," said Makoto. "Take the demonet back to me."
Camilla felt herself led away now, into some sort of building. A ballgag was placed in her mouth and strapped into place. She heard Ken let out a cut-off yelp, followed by incoherent and muffled whimpering; evidently, he was getting the same treatment. She felt rough hands removing her clothes, and her wrists were cuffed behind her back. They then laid her down on what felt like some sort of bench, and her ankles were lifted up and cuffed to her wrists, leaving her in a hogtied position. Finally, she was lifted up by her cuffs and carried back outside.
"Ah, good!" she heard Lady Makoto say, and felt herself lifted up and held close, presumably by Lady Makoto herself. "She's so pretty ... I'll enjoy her!" Makoto shifted her grip so that one hand was now cupping Camilla's pussy and the other was wrapped around her breasts. Camilla squirmed just a bit, but didn't mind this situation at all.
Makoto started walking away, sounding like she was moving out of the Square, and the sound of a car door opening became audible. Makoto bent over and laid Camilla down on the car seat, then Camilla heard the sound of a seatbelt being buckled, before Makoto lifted her up again. "Home, Jenkins, please," she said.
"Of course, Milady," said what sounded like the voice of a butler, and the car started moving.
Makoto started fingering Camilla's pussy, two fingers slipping in and her thumb rubbing her clit. Camilla moaned, squirming in her hogtied (or at least hog-cuffed) position, shuddering and trying to hump against Makoto's fingers. Makoto laughed, leaning down to suck on Camilla's nipple, redoubling her thrusts and rubbings.
Camilla squirmed, moaning loudly, reveling in the pleasurable sensations, letting her helplessness only add to her arousal, then finally squealed as she came, shuddering with pleasure as her juices splashed from her sex ...
There was a moment of silence, and then Makoto pulled out Camilla's ballgag. "Good girl," she said, kissing her on the lips.
"Thank you ... Mistress," said Camilla.
Makoto giggled. "Your welcome, my new pet," she said. "Hmm ... could you make that new boy I just got into a male succubus?"
Camilla blinked under her blindfold. "You mean an incubus?"
Makoto stroked Camilla's hair. "No, silly, I mean a male succubus! Uh ... hmm ... how about a flat-chested shemale ... male for practical purposes, but girly."
Camilla considered this. "I think so, Mistress."
"Hmm ..." Makoto considered this. "Can you turn me into a succubus? With all the powers and abilities that implies? Fully developed, too?"
"Yes, Mistress," said Camilla promptly.
Makoto giggled, and replaced the ballgag. "Good!" she said, taking off the blindfold.
They were inside a car, all right. The color scheme was primarily a deep shade of maroon, almost purple. Makoto and Camilla were in the back; the driver's seat was occupied by a man, presumably Jenkins, who looked like a butler.
Makoto looked thoughtful. "Hmm ... Can you transform yourself a bit? Just give yourself, um, blue skin and green hair — purple wings and tail. Oh, and change your eyes into golden cat-eyes, too!"
Camilla nodded, then concentrated. A magical shudder ran through her, shifting the colors of her body, and she purred kittenishly.
Makoto grinned, and placed her hand on Camilla's forehead. There was a crackle of magic, sending a jolt through her. "There," said Makoto. "You'll stay like that forever or until I change my mind!"
Camilla felt slightly nervous about this, but took comfort in the fact that, in this context, "or" probably meant "defined as."
Eventually, they arrived at a large mansion which looked like it had been as expensive as Larry's. There was a soldier standing at the front doors as the car pulled up, and from the looks of his uniform, he was a high-ranking one. "Milady Makoto," he said. "You left your Orb of Selfoan."
"Whoops!" said Makoto as she carried Camilla out. "Sorry, Damien! Were you trying to reach me?"
"Just reporting that the, ah, raid was successful," said the soldier. "We were probably just in time, too. I left the half-breed in your guest slave quarters."
"Ah, good!" said Makoto, and turned back to the car, slipping a finger into Camilla's pussy. "Jenkins, have her wrapped up and delivered to Zulia, will you, please? And have my note about her looking like a fetish-toy delivered, too ..."
"At once, Milady," said the butler as he got out of the car.
"You're not keeping her?" asked the soldier.
"I'd meant to get her as a gift for a friend of mine," said Makoto, hefting Camilla and fingering her more deeply, which produced a moan. "Do you know of Lady Zulia Dlamardt?"
"Ah, the dark-elf," said Damien. "Only by reputation." He nodded to Camilla. "This your latest aquisition?"
"One of them, yes," said Makoto as she brought Camilla inside. "The other will be along shortly."
Makoto carried Camilla downstairs and into what appeared to be a pink, upholstered dungeon. It had a bright, hotel-room cheerfulness, and was lit with crystals that gave a pleasant, sun-like glow. Where the floor wasn't thickly carpeted, it was made of pink marble. Even the various bondage implements had a pleasant, finished, and ultimately comfortable look to them.
There were seven examination tables in the middle of the room; five of them had slaves on them, bound spreadeagled. Each of them wore a ballgag and a red leather collar.
"These are my pets," said Makoto. "Only five of them ... but you and Kenny make six and seven." She brought Camilla to the table on the far left, which bore a nude young man who appeared to be around ninteen. "This is Sam. He likes it when I dress him up as a girl, but I usually keep him naked." She giggled.
Sam blushed bright red, trying not to meet their gaze. Evidently, he wasn't in the mood to actually show how glad he was.
Makoto moved slightly to the left, now facing a catgirl who looked a lot like Makoto, except that she was approximately seventeen. She was wearing only black latex gloves and black boots, as well as a sort of double-thong which seemed designed to hold a vibrator inside her vagina without blocking anything else. "This my sister Haruhi," said Makoto. "She got into some ... ah ... trouble with Lord Bartok, and it was agreed all around that her price as a slave was much lower than the amount the family would have to pay. Provided that certain conditions are met." She stroked Haruhi's hair, and both of them purred. "But she doesn't mind much anymore, does she?" cooed Makoto, kissing her sister's forehead. "And it's certainly better than what would have happened to her in House Bartok."
Haruhi purred slightly more loudly and nodded, more outward about her enjoyment than Sam.
The next slave was a long-haired young man wearing rather feminine makeup. He was covered from the neck down in a black latex catsuit with pink trim, as well as pink oversized frills. His penis was held out prominently, and either something kept it constantly hard, or it was actually a dildo. "Jack was a homophobic misogynist when he was enslaved," said Makoto. "He informed me that, and I quote, 'belonging to a girl is sissy.' I said, fair enough." She giggled, stroking his hair. "Oh, and I made it so that it's impossible for him to orgasm unless he's being penetrated. Sam enjoys playing with him."
Jack growled up at them through his gag, but he seemed close to tears. It looked like the fight had already been beaten out of him. Or possibly raped out of him. However Makoto went about this. "Humiliated" seemed likeliest.
"Exibit D is Danielle," said Makoto, carrying Camilla over to the next slave, a nude, blonde young woman who seemed to be basking in her bound position. She seemed cheerful about her situation ...
... except for her eyes, which had a hint of terror hidden behind them ...
"She is learning that you shouldn't torment girls through six years across three different schools just because they're Asian," said Makoto placidly. "It was actually tricky, setting up a spell so that on the outside, she'd have a cheerful, submissive personality that enjoyed being a tightly bound slut ... and on the inside, she'd still be the same snob who feels like sex is beneath her ..." She giggled, ruffling Danielle's hair.
Danielle closed her eyes, nuzzling Makoto's hand, then settled back down.
The last slave looked like a realistic sex doll of a Japanese girl, who was either a mature sixteen or a youthful twenty-three. She wore nothing except black fingerless gloves and white socks. She didn't actually seem to be cuffed, but merely gripped the sides of the table. "Chihiro is an android," said Makoto. "She wasn't originally designed for sex, so she's kinda shy about it, but she's programmed to obey!" She giggled, stroking Chihiro's sex, and the android-girl shuddered, letting out a whimper.
Makoto grinned. "Okay, my new pet," she said. "Let's head to my bedroom so I can collar you ... Chihiro, after I'm gone, put everyone back where they belong and bind up the ones you're supposed to ... have sex with all of 'em — a threesome in Sam and Jack's case — then plug yourself in and masturbate until you're recharged, and just leave your fingers in you." Chihiro shyly nodded.
Makoto carried Camilla over to a panel against one wall and opened it up, revealing a large dumbwaiter and a keypad. She placed Camilla inside, pushed a few buttons on the keypad, and closed it.
There was a moment of silence, and then a grinding noise as the dumbwaiter went up, carrying Camilla up ... let's see ... four floors. Several moments later, the door opened, and Makoto smiled, picking up Camilla and carrying her out.
This was a bedroom, and clearly that of a rich woman. There was the full-sized mirror here, the boudoir there, surrounded by what appeared to be ancient Japanese paintings depicting lots of sex, and so on. The predominant color scheme seemed to be red and black and white.
Makoto laid Camilla down on her bed, then removed her collar, replacing it with a black one like those of the other slaves. "You're mine now," purred Makoto, and took out Camilla's ballgag. "Now ... change me into a succubus!" She grinned. "And I want to be dominant. Give me all your powers, make me able to completely take control of you or any of my other slaves!"
The thought of being dominated in that way turned Camilla on. "Mmm ... yes, Mistress!" she said. "But, well ... you'll need to get naked, and unbind me."
Makoto giggled. "Sure!" she said, and promptly disrobed, then took off Camilla's cuffs. "Now what?" she said.
"Now," said Camilla, laying back on the bed with her legs spread, "we 69!"
Makoto grinned. "I like this transformation already!" she said, straddling Camilla's face, and leaned down to lick her pussy.
Camilla gasped, sticking her tongue out and licking intently at her Mistress's slit, purring to make her tongue vibrate. At the same time, she placed her hands on Makoto's hips, which began to glow. Makoto moaned softly, squirming and grinding her hips against Camilla's face, shuddering as the glow spread over her whole body. Camilla purred, shuddering as Makoto's lickings were starting to get to her, but that didn't stop her from working the spell.
A pair of wings grew out of Makoto's back, her whole body glowing now, and she groaned with pleasure. Her facial features became more angular, her skin taking on a ruddy hue, and her cat-ears started to look a bit horn-like. Finally, a spasm of pleasure rocked her body, and she moaned out loud, her juices splashing over Camilla's face. Camilla gasped, shuddering as she felt a climax of her own, breathing heavily and squirming ...
Makoto groaned. "Oh, yes!" she moaned. "So much power ..." She suddenly grabbed Camilla's shoulders, and pressed her back on the bed. "Mmm ... you're mine now! Yes! I can control you, mind and body, completely!"
Camilla felt a sudden love for her Mistress. She'd never really known what love was like, but now she loved Makoto more than anything else in the universe ...
Almost immediately, it changed to outright terror. She was completely in this strange cat-woman's control — and she was the one who'd given it to her!
Another flash, and she felt perfectly content. Her Mistress would watch over her, and feed and shelter her (she wouldn't clothe her, of course), and provide everything a submissive, bondage-loving succubus needed.
A burning rage welled up inside Camilla, and she wanted to break free from her mental and spiritual bonds and destroy this mortal who'd just claimed demon-hood for herself — but the bonds were entirely too well-forged, and she couldn't even touch them ...
All emotions suddenly vanished. She blinked, looking up at her Mistress, slightly confused.
"Oh my," said Makoto, grinning down at her. "I didn't know I could control your very soul." She giggled. "Jeez ... I'd better hold myself back. I don't wanna break you!" She stroked Camilla between her head-wings. "Just ... Jack and Danielle." She grinned. "Yeah, I'll definitely turn Jack into a girl ... but for now, I'm gonna just fuck your brains out!"
"Kay," Camilla managed to chirp out. She felt ... rather giddy, about how much control Makoto had over her. Yes, the theoretical idea of being under someone else's control had turned her on, but the reality wasn't like anything she'd ever imagined. It was even more terrifying than being under a binding contract from a human summoner. (At least they let her go in the near future.)
Makoto smirked down at her. "Silly succubus," she said. "Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to act on sudden fetishes?" She started stroking Camilla's breasts, purring. Slowly, her demonic features began to fade, and pretty soon she looked exactly as she had before, apart from smallish bat-wings. "But right now, I'm just going to pleasure you."
Camilla purred as well, letting out a soft moan of arousal. "Ah ... thank you, Mistress ..." she moaned softly, eyes squeezed shut.
Makoto purred. "Mm, yes," she said. "I'm going to give you a big fucking ... and then I'm going to introduce Kenny, heh heh heh ..."
Camilla let out a moan of pleasure, shuddering as Makoto continued to grope her. "Ohh ... Mistress!" she gasped, spreading her legs wide and shivering.
Makoto's tail snaked around and plunged into Camilla's pussy. She yelped, gasping and shivering with pleasure, moaning loudly. "Ahhhh!" Makoto grabbed Camilla's tail and rubbed it against her pussy, both of them squirming and moaning with their arousal.
"Lovely pet ..." moaned Makoto. "You're such a pleasure to be with ..."
Abruptly, she flipped Camilla around, pulling her against her front, and squeezed and fondled her breasts from behind, pumping her tail in and out of the slave-succubus's pussy. Camilla gasped, eyes squeezed shut, mewling and moaning with pleasure, completely lost amid the pure bliss caused by her Mistress's pleasure ...
Finally, she squealed as she came, gasping and squirming, moaning loudly with pleasure.
"That was just orgasm number one," Makoto whispered in her ear.