He hadn't dared to touch the duffel bag of money, guessing it represented the loot for the entire group of friends of his stepfather; he had seen them a few times, and even then he had decided these weren't people to mess around with in any situation; most were out of the rough biker circuit, the remainder he guessed were either straight out of prison, or on the run from federal law enforcement.
One of the first things he did was dump the old car they had ridden at a local car breaker; unbeknownst to his surrogate parents he had a driver's licence, and made good use of it.
---
About a week later there was a rap on the door, and one of Dave's 'friends' was at the door.
"Where's Dave and Dana ?"
He shrugged indifferently. "Haven't seen them."
"For how long ?"
"About a week."
"Where did they go ?"
"I dunno. They don't tell me, all I know is they went out of town."
The large man picked him up by his upper arms and lifted him clean off the ground until their eyes were level.
"If you are lying, or covering for them, I will personally break every bone in your body, got that ?"
He nodded nervously, and the man put him down and left.
"One thing," he called after him.
"Yes ?"
"I did get a phone call from them a few days ago."
"Where from ?"
"I dunno, but there was all kinds of background noise and he had to shout to make himself clear."
The large man turned around, scratching his scraggly beard.
"The background noise, what did it sound like ?"
"Like a thousand vacuum cleaners going full tilt."
The look on the large man's face was priceless, he thought.
It went from questioning to understanding to angry, then produced a small business card and 100 dollars, and handed it to Marvin.
"Hey, kiddo," he said, "If you hear from them again, try finding out where they are, and give us a call on that number. There'll be plenty more where that greenback came from if you know what I mean."
"Sure," he beamed, "next time I hear from them, you're first to know."
"Good on you," the big man said, before going down the stairs, to the large bike in the parking lot.
Marvin turned around, and as he closed the door he could hear the throaty roar of the bike engine punctuated by backfires, disappearing into the distance.
Well, he mused, that's one group I can easily string along.
---
The next visitors weren't so easily placated - two men in dark suits, wearing sunglasses, showing FBI badges and producing papers saying they could search the premises.
Secure in the knowledge that he had erased every trail of their recent presence, he let them in and let them turn the place over looking for the evidence that wasn't there.
He retreated to his bedroom while evidence technicians processed the entire apartment apart from his room, since he could vouch neither of them had been in there.
Finally, he managed to convince them, too, that they had left town, and no agent, he hadn't heard from them since, but when he did, he would contact them immediately.
This time short of never, he thought to himself.
The bag with money was stashed in the secret room, the suitcases with the guns and clothing he had dumped in the trunk of the car, and they had been crushed together with the vehicle. Good riddance.
---
He laid low for the next few weeks, spotting police swarming over the apartment across for a few days, then they closed the place off with police tape and left.
He himself got a few more visits from the Fibs - had he heard from his caretakers, he told them he hadn't, and said he didn't particularly care because their relationship was sucky anyway - yet he would of course fully cooperate with the law and let them know the moment the surfaced.
A few bikers came by over the weeks, asking if he'd heard anything yet, and he fed them the same line as the Feds - when he heard, he'd let them know - but why were they so interested ?
They told him he was best off not knowing, as the knowledge might prove fatal to him.
He hadn't asked, and sat out the attention until it petered out after some time, then he managed to get all te paperwork done so ownership of the apartment passed to him, so at least he could live there; he managed to get access to the bank account of his stepfather, so at least he would have money to live off while he tried to find a line of work.
---
It had been two weeks since the last visit by either the feds or the bikers and he considered it was safe enough to think of his own enjoyment again, without interruptions at inconvenient moments, so he decided to summon the succubus for a visit and some fun.
He had by now moved stuff around, cleared out the master bedroom of the entire installation Dave and Dana had built there for their fun and games, and had taken it into use himself.
The king size bed in the middle of the large room offered ample opportunities for all kinds of fun, including that of the swelling kind, as he sat on the edge of the bed trying to think of what kind of fun to have, eventually deciding to just ask Desdemona if she had any ideas, and summoned her.
He still sat on the bed, waiting for her to appear in front of him when suddenly two large, silky soft dark red breasts were hung over his shoulders to either side of his head and he was nearly smothered between them as she pushed them together. Finally, she reclined, pullng him back with her, her breasts falling to either side of her, with him lying on top of her.
"You scared the living daylights out of me," he said, pouting.
"I decided to be original," she said smiling, "besides, a little fear isn't bad at times - keeps your attention focused."
"I prefer pleasure, to be honest," he said, and began kissing her.
She smiled and let him kiss her body, feel up her large, soft breasts, let him explore her entire body until he finally undressed and laid on top of her.
"So, what do you want to do," she asked him.
"For lack of better ideas, just screw ?"
"So vulgar and ordinary. I'd almost like it."
"You have any better ideas ?"
"I wouldn't be a succubus if I hadn't."
"Well then, what's your plan ?"
"Grab me one of those Dana dolls, will you. Doesn't matter which."
He hopped off her, brushing his hand over one of her large, erect nipples, which instantly responded by extruding from its aureola, and by the time he was back with the pink packet, it had swollen to nearly three times its size.
"Am I mistaken or are you slightly turned on ?", he quipped.
"If I were really turned on, they would have swollen at least ten times. Right now, I'm merely expectant. A turnon you will get in a few."
She took the deflated doll, sat up, and began looking for the valve while he stroked, kissed and felt up her swelling nipple and breast.
By the time she felt she was done inflating, the breast he had been fondling was nearly twice the size of the other, and he was sitting on the floor in front of it, using both his hands to massage her basketball sized nipple.
She began shrinking and retracting the breast towards herself, and as she expected, he followed it right up the bed until he reached her.
"Like leading a mouse to cheese," she smiled, extracting the small valve from the packet and bringing it to her mouth.
She quickly inflated the doll to regular size and looked at it.
"Dana version one ? You disappoint me."
"You're the succubus - you have all the ideas."
She smiled wickedly - he loved it when she did that - and began blowing into the doll, but instead of the air spreading equally throughout the doll, it seemed to stick in certain places but not others - primarily the breasts and lower body, until both were bloated beyond proportion, and the total height of the doll exceeded 10 feet.
She put it face up on the bed, then nestled herself comfortably on top of it, her knees to either side of its hugely bloated hips, her arms pushing down the doll's grotesquely malformed breasts, only succeeding in squashing flat part of them, her own breasts sticking out sideways below the doll's mammarial mountains.
She wiggled her ass and pulled her legs together, causing the doll to deform, further distorting the entire crotch area, further stretching out the boobs.
"What're you waiting for," she said, "I'm ready for you now."
"Where's that turnon you promised me ?"
She giggled and shook her head.
"You really don't miss a single beat, do you ?"
"I have to keep my attention focused."
"Well, alright then, stud, mount me and I'll show you what happens when a succubus gets really turned on."
She looked backwards, wiggled her ass, beckoned with her tail, and gave him another of those wicked smiles that promised crazy sex, demonic lust and boobs beyond belief.
He climbed up the air-filled mountain that was the doll's crotch area, using the 2-foot tall vagina between the legs as a step, pulling himself up over the soccer ball sized clit, sat down in front of it right behind her waiting backside, stroking her perfectly shaped behind and sliding his hands up and down her upper legs, feeling her taut muscles beneath the silky soft skin, feeling them ripple as she shifted her legs.
"Oooh," she crooned," that feels soo good ... get inside me dear, I'll give you a ride you're not going to forget anytime soon."
She further spread her legs and lifted her hips off the doll so he had her enormous, swollen, dripping wet pussy right in front of his member.
"I don't know," he said hesitantly, "You're so big and I ..."
"Get inside me," she moaned, "and let me worry about the fit."
He moved up a little, and pushed his dick into her huge, pulsing pussy, feeling it contract around his dick, feeling her lips suck in his dick right up to his balls, put his hands on his upper legs and pushed himself hard against her backside, triggering a long crooning moan from her as she spasmed, ground down on the doll, and pulled her knees together, holding him deep inside her as the doll heaved and swayed under her sudden motion. He felt her tail encircle him arond the waist, felt it tolding him tight to her, and saw her throw her head back, her hands clawing at the breasts of the doll, her hands digging deep into them as she braced herself.
Then she began bucking, first slow, then faster, and faster and faster, until she rode him and the doll at a crazy pace that shook everything in the room. He held on as best he could, and tried to thrust in the same rhythm as she rode the doll, while she screamed, moaned and chanted, and her breasts blossomed into two enormous orbs topped by the biggest, most engorged, and bulgiest nipples he had ever seen or imagined, saw the doll's breasts flap up and down, alternately slamming into the floor and into each other, Desdemona underneath them, riding it hard and fast.
He heard a loud POP behind him, and while thrusting, he glanced backwards, and saw the vagina on the doll had inverted; rather than an opening in the doll it was now a huge protrusion swaying with every move.
He felt her vaginal muscles massage and suck his dick, felt how she was trying to suck him in deeper, and to his astonishment, she managed to suck his balls into her, which triggered a deep, crooning moan that changed her movements from bucking wildly to softly riding the doll, as he felt his balls enveloped by her vaginal lips - fuck, he swore he felt a tongue licking his balls, feeling them, stimulating them, encouraging him to shoot his load. He gritted his teeth and resisted, continuing to thrust with her movements, seeing how Desdemona's breasts surpassed those of the doll, her nipples pushing into the corners of the room, folded double against the ceiling, still swelling, still engorging.
"Come on," she pleaded, "give it to me."
"Not yet," he said, and continued fucking her as she fucked him.
"Perhaps," Desdemona moaned, "these will change your mind."
To his amazement, below her blimp sized boobs, a second pair appeared, only these were round, hard, and grew downward into the doll, futher crushing and deforming it, and he felt the push from behind as the beachball sized air-filled clit behind him crushed him into Desdemona.
He sucked in a sharp breath of air as the two new boobs grew from under her, sideways, and right towards his hands, the black-brown nipples spreading over the front like an ink stain.
By the time they reached him, he was half enveloped by the air clit behind him, and he let go of her legs as she continued to massage her ass side to side to get him to cum, he stroked her new pair of turgid nipples, each of them thicker than Desdemona's upper legs, while she kept moaning and chanting, crooning his name, asking for his seed.
Finally, trapped between a doll and a hot place, he decided to surrender to his lust, and while massaging her boobs and nipples, he let go and gave all he could give to her, triggering a crooning moan that set the doll resonating, coupled with a great gush of fluid spurting from her pussy. Then everything went black.
---
He woke up and sat up, looking around.
Next to him, the Dana doll, deflated, on the nightstand.
Sunlight streamed in through cracks in the black curtains.
He had survived ?
Fearfully, he got up, and noticing he was naked, threw on some underwear and a pair of pants, took a deep breath, and pulled open the curtains, only to be greeted with a late-morning scene of where he lived; the busy main street next door, the building next to his with the empty apartment on the third floor, and finally, he noticed a piece of parchment laying on the other pillow.
He sat down on the bed and unrolled it. It was a note from Desdemona.
Master Marvin,
you blacked out the moment you came; I guess
the experience must have been too much for
your human senses, but then, normally this
is not an experience that is survivable.
You were wonderful! I have never in my entire
existence felt such satisfaction, and never
before have I orgasmed so splendidly!
Not even the Prime Incubus has ever brought
me to such heights!
However, you did come close to perishing in
the experience. I must urge you to be more
cautious next time - because there will one,
that is both my hope and my longing!
Yours into eternity, Desdemona.
He put down the note and carefully considered her words. He had been a fool trying to drive her to her limits - it was clear she was far more powerful sexually, and he should have known that, and that it was him who had to mind the limits - of what his body and mind could take.
No fucking around with a succubus, he thought, laughing at his own choice of words.
After breakfast he went down to the local newsstand and got a paper to check the wanted ads, but as he walked away from the newsstand four leatherclad bikers, three male, one female, stopped him.
"You're Davey's kid, aren't ya ?" the woman inquired.
"So what if I am ?"
"Davey's got stuff that belongs to us. We want it."
"I hope it wasn't stuff he was to bring back from his trip outta town, because he never came home."
The woman, he estimated her as being in her late thirties, dressed in a leather catsuit decked out in small metal spikes, heavy boots, stepped forwards and viciously kneed him in the groin.
Gasping for breath, he went down, his world turning upside down.
She leant down and grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head up.
"For your sake, I hope you're telling the truth - if you're not, you won't live out the week. Now, where are they ?"
"Like I said," he whispered, "I don't know. They said they had business out of town, but they never came back."
"Break his leg ?" one of the men asked her.
"Nah, waste of effort," the woman, clearly in charge, said.
"Listen to me kiddo," she said, her steel-grey eyes locking with his, "if I as much hear a rumor you've been lying to me I'll skin you myself. Don't try anything funny or try to skip town. I'll find you, and when I do, you will wish you were dead instead. Clear ?"
He weakly nodded, she dropped him, then, as an afterthought, viciously kicked him in the stomach.
"That's a reminder to not fuck with us, got that ?"
He remained on the ground, balled up in a fetal position until he heard their bikes rev, and the sound trailing off in the distance, before getting up, retrieving his newspaper and painfully walking home.
These are seriously bad people, he thought. And it looks like they will be a serious pain in the backside for a long time.
He briefly considered skipping town, or hell, even the country, but he suspected they might find him even then.
Better the devil you know, he thought.
That sparked an idea in his head. Maybe, just maybe he could get rid of them .... but it might attract too much attention, which was one thing he definitely didn't want - the police were stil investigating the disappearance of the nympho bitch, and he worried that sooner or later his name might end up on a list of people to be thoroughly questioned.
He rested for a while, then walked home, easily spotting the biker at the end of the block.
Once home he flopped down on the sofa, and began paging through the wanted ads looking for a job, only finding an ad from the local Wal-Mart, where he definitely did not want to work - there were better ways to starve.
He briefly considered commercializing his magic talents, but decided that wasn't the best way, and besides, he had so much left to learn. Tomorrow's another day, he thought, while rolling over onto the sofa trying to find a way to lie down that didn't hurt.
As evening fell he walked up to the window to draw the curtains, and he saw a biker maintaining a vigil at the streetcorner below.
So that, he concluded, was how they kept tabs on him.
He waited until after dark, then called Desdemona into the living room, and told her what had happened.
She lounged on the sofa, listening to his story while absent-mindedly playing with one of her nipples, rolling it between her fingers, snapping her fingers against it, pushing it into the aureola.
"Could you please stop that," he asked painfully.
"Why ?"
"Because I can still feel that bitch's knee to my groin, and getting a hardon from seeing you didn't make things better."
She patted on her lap, told him to sit down there.
"Funny," she said, "normally I'm the one to inflict pain, not cure it."
She laid her hand on his crotch, and although she would have preferred to rip his dick out of his pants and jam it in her pussy, she softly rubbed her hand over it, drawing the pain sensation out from the area.
"Thank you," he said.
"I presume you didn't just call me to talk about today's events, did you ? I'm your succubus, not your social worker."
"Actually, it's about another offer."
"Offer or offering ?"
"Does it make a difference to you ?"
"Semantics. An offer is an invitation to bargain. An offering is a gift which may or may not be rewarded."
"In that case this is an offer."
"Let me guess - you want to be rid of those nasty bikers, do you ?"
"And I don't think a lot of people will shed tears about them going away."
"Yes, but I'm not your problem disposal person either. I'm your succubus."
"The central group here is about eight persons. Five of them, including the leader, are female."
"Go on, you've just piqued my interest."
"The only catch is I can't lure them in here for you to deal with. The police are still asking questions about the bitch from across."
"That shouldn't be a problem."
"So long as I'm first in ?"
"Exactly. Wherever you go, I can follow."
He thought for a minute.
"Well, I know a rather private place I can get them all to go to, even without them suspecting anything ... but there's one problem."
"Which is ?"
"I can only do so during the daytime."
"Tell me more about this location."
"They use it for illegal transactions and for conducting business out of sight of the law and other gangs - it's an abandoned steel mill."
"And why won't they use it at night ?"
"Too much risk of an ambush. The place is riddled with hidden and obscured ways of getting in and out, and only during the daytime is it safe to use it as a meeting place - because everything is barren around it."
"How do you expect them to get there ?"
"I'll tell them I've gotten something that might interest them."
"Like ?"
"The money bag."
"And you will tell them to go to the warehouse to pick it up. Crafty."
"Exactly."
"Where we will be waiting for them."
"Exactly again."
"Very well," she said, "let's negotiate."
"I'm giving you five fems and three blokes."
"The blokes I don't want, you know that, apart from the one-time buzz they might give me. Else I'll just get rid of them messily."
"OK, so I give you five fems and three potential screwbags."
"Now you're talking."
"What's reasonable to ask for ?"
She thought for a moment.
"Either I'll come whenever you call for me, no limit, other than what your body is capable of handling, and you nearly went way too far last time, or I'll grant you another wish."
He thought for a moment.
"I still have one wish I don't really know what to ask with, so I'll take you up on your first offer."
"Deal. When do we start ?"
"I'll need a few days to sort things out and get that bag to the mill and then the party starts."
"Groovy. Say, how big is this place ?"
"It used to be a rolling mill. It's absolutely huge. The machines were all taken out years ago, all that's left are the walls and the roof."
"I love that location already."
"Why ?"
"Big, bigger, biggest, and bigger still. You're going to love it too."
"Oh, of course. I'll call when all is ready."
She confirmed, then swept him up in her arms, and crushed her lips onto his, while he folded his legs around her body and hooked his arms around her breasts.
She ended the kiss
"Feel you so close to me is kinky, but let go of me unless you want to go with me, and you know that's a one-way trip."
"Whoops."
He let go, and as she sank into the floor, she put him back on his feet, leaving him feeling all warm and buzzy from her deep kiss.
---
Two days later he pulled the wooden planks roughly nailed over the unused laundry chute away, and, after inspecting the cellar was clear, he dropped the duffel bag down the chute, letting it land in an old laundry trolley. He had prepared his plan well, first observing the bikers, and how they kept him under observation, and noticed there were large holes in their coverage of the building; they were solely concentrating on the front of the building, completely ignoring the rear of the building.
He had taken some of the stolen cash and bought an old car at a used car lot, he needed a vehicle anyway, and, it would enable him to move around relatively safely over large distances.
He went to bed early, choosing not to call Desdemona, since tomorrow would be the day he was dealing with those pesky bikers.
The next morning, he awoke at nine in the morning, and, after verifying that there were no bikers out front or out back, he grabbed breakfast and finalized his plan.
Around ten, he took one of the biker's businesscards, entitled "Southside Roughriders" out of his wallet and dialled the number.
A sleepy-sounding, male voice answered the phone.
"Who the fuck is this ?"
"Davey's kid."
"Hang on, I'll get you the boss."
Ther was some rummaging and cursing in the background, then another voice came on the phone.
"Have news ?"
"Yeah, I got a call."
"From where ?"
"Dunno. But he asked me to forward him some stuff he left in a locker."
"Where ?"
"I've already picked it up. It's an army-issue duffel bag."
"Did you open it ?"
"Hell no. His instructions were not to look in the bag, just to crate it up and forward it to .." he looked sideways at a holiday brochure, "Sunset Beach Hotel in Fiji."
"Why didn't you ?"
"Because he's in Fiji, and you're in town."
"Very smart boy," she said patronizingly, "I'll send someone to fetch it."
"No way."
"I'm not giving you a choice, kiddo."
"Then I'm giving you one - either we make the exchange on my terms, or me and the bag are going to the Fibs."
The other side went quiet for a moment.
"Don't think for a minute they can protect you."
"Perhaps, but you still won't get whatever it is that's in that bag."
Silence again, muffled discussion on the other side.
"Okay then," she relented, "where and when."
"5pm, old rolling mill. East side. No tails, no lookouts, no guns, no
stunts. I give you the bag, you go away happy, I go away happy."
"Deal. 5pm at the old rolling mill."
She hung up, and he started thinking how to avoid getting blindsided. He knew Biker Bitch would bring out her whole crew, and knew she had no intention of letting him walk away alive.
---
He arrived at the mill at 3pm, making sure no bikers were in the area before parking the car in a dark, shadowy corner at the western end of the dilapidated structure.
There was nothing else he could do, except hope and wait, so he pulled out his magic book and began reading, hoping to gain an insight, or at least some useful knowledge.
He was reading a profoundly uninteresting formula for preserving remains when he heard backfires popping in the distance, accompanied by the staccato roar of big bike engines approaching. He killed the interior light of the car, and looked on the dashboard clock. It was 4:45. Showtime.
---
He waited until all eight of them had ridden into the mill, parked their bikes against the inside wall, and they while her crew waited, their leader walked forward, into the hall.
He waited until she was about a hundred paces away from her crew, then flashed the headlights of his car.
She turned to face him, and he waited inside the car until she walked into the deep shadow he had parked in, then got out. They stopped.
"Have you got the bag ?", Biker Bitch demanded.
"Of course."
"Come bring it to me."
"I'm not that stupid. Halfway exchange."
"Okay."
He got the duffel from the rear seat, shouldered it so he could still keep an eye on her, saw her standing relaxed and unworried, a sure sign she felt in complete control of the situation, and walked out to the halfway point. He held his ground, waiting, waiting for the right moment.
Biker Bitch was strutting coolly towards him, a sure sign of trachery. He kept the bag on his shoulder, sure she would not shoot him as long as he held the money, and waited until she had approached to within 5 yards, then softly whispered the succubus' name. A hot breath of air flowed past him, and he knew she was present, waiting.
"Drop that duffel," Biker Bitch ordered him.
"Or what ?"
She stepped forwards, her leg swinging to deliver another vicious kick, but this time he was ready for her and slung the large duffel bag at her, hitting her square on the chest, knocking her over.
"Asshole," she swore, throwing the duffel off her, "now I'm going to kill you for sure."
"You were going to anyway, don't pretend you were going to let me walk out of here."
"You bet your ass you wouldn't have walked out of here, but at least I had planned to make it painless. Well, no chance of that now."
She produced a small gun from her jacket, and brandishing it, she walked forwards, while he carefully stepped backwards, deeper into the shadows, seeing her silhouetted against the light, also seeing the large silhouette of the demoness falling in behind Biker Bitch, ready to pounce.
Finally, he reached the car, she stopped, about 10 yards away.
"Goodbye, kiddo. Any final words ?"
"Yes. Look behind you."
"Oh, sjeez, that one's so old. Haven't you got anything more original ?"
"I don't. But she might," and he pointed past her.
Biker Bitch kept her gun trained on him, but looked backwards anyway, and saw two fiery red eyes in the large silhouette behind her.
She whipped back to him, "What the fuck is going on here ?"
"I think a better question would be to ask what kind of fuck is going to be on here," he said smiling.
"Very funny," she said, and prepared to pull the trigger.
Out of the darkness behind her, a large red hand reached and brutally but efficiently broke the wrist of her gun hand, forcing her to drop the gun, clapping another hand over her mouth to silence her scream of pain.
Desdemona hauled the bitch towards her, forcing her lips onto those of the struggling biker, subduing her.
"That's one," she said. "How are you going to get the rest in here ?"
"They'll come when she doesn't return."
He hadn't finished talking or the other seven bikers, not seeing their leader return, and not having heard a shot in the darkness, realized something was wrong and advanced, line abreast, guns ready.
They halted at the edge of the deep shadow, calling for their leader, not using a name, but her biker callsign, Vamp.
Finally, getting no response, they advanced into the shadow, spreading out slightly, heading towards the car.
Desdemona slipped away like a feline predator, circling the group, picking out one of the big males who had remained a few steps behind the others. She silently pounced on him, and rather than use her kiss of submission, she grabbed him by the head and effortlessly but silently broke his neck, dropping his dead body on the dirt floor.
Marvin stood besides the car, next to the semi-conscious form of Vamp, and saw Desdemona stalk another of the men, who had called out to his buddy, but getting no response, had stopped and turned around.
She came up behind him, and using the same maneuver as before, she snapped his neck like it was a twig.
The last of the men looked around skittishly, trying to see both his buddies, only to have the demoness coalesce next to him out of the darkness, and she punched his lights out, dropping him unconscious.
The four women had stayed closer together, but now, getting anxious and worried, thinking there were hidden assailants in the darkness, tried to cover all directions.
He saw Desdemona deal with each of them in turn, one she surprised from behind, using her kiss of submission, the second biker woman she clapped her hand over mouth and nose until she fainted, then put a spell on her.
The third one she came in from the side, in a flash, and hooked a vicious left socking the biker in the jaw, then vanishing.
The last one the demoness let approach until she could see Marvin and the unconscious Vamp.
She pointed her gun at Marvin and bent down to check on her boss.
"What the fuck have you done with her ?"
"Oh, we've done nothing with her." he said.
"You don't expect me to fall for that, do you," the biker said coolly while she inspected Vamp's inert body, keeping the gun aimed at him. Out of the darkness, a large, dark red hand came, and grasped her gun hand and forced the weapon from her hand. Next the arm dragged her upright and spun her around, so the biker looked into two fiery red eyes framed in a large silhouette of a feminine shape.
The shape's eyes flashed, and in the backlight of the eyes, she saw its lips move.
"Boo," the lips hissed.
Then the biker's world went black.
---
"What about those two you killed ?" he asked.
She waved her hand, "leave them. I'll deal with them later. Besides, they still have their use, you know ?"
"You're twisted."
"Twisted, vile, dirty, evil, kinky, perverted, nympho, deadly - if it can be associated with the gift of lust, I'm it."
"Of course, you're a succubus, the feminine personification of lust."
"Precisely," Desdemona said as she dragged another of the KO biker bitches to her feet by the hair, planted a kiss on the lips, emptying her eyes. Marvin watched as the biker bitch walked to the others she had treated the same way, as they lined up next to the car.
The demoness came to the only male biker she had left alive, bent down, her large breasts dangling down as she unzipped his fly and pulled out his flacid cock.
She tickled it with her long fingers, and it came to attention, then she kissed its tip, and it came to impossible erection.
"Bah," she said, "how disappointing. I had expected his dick to mirror his tough guy image. All talk and no play."
"Then do something about it."
"Maybe later," she said, and pointed to one of the biker bitches. "Come."
Marvin watched the biker bitch, he thought she was called Kalla, walked towards Desdemona, who stood next to the unconscious biker.
The demoness stepped behind Kalla, and in one move she ripped Kalla's jacket and halter top off, exposing her small, floppy, pale breasts.
"She has breasts," Marvin remarked, "I always thought she didn't."
"You call those small dangly little flaps of skin 'breasts' ?"
"For lack of a better word."
Desdemona whispered something and touched the tips of Kalla's small red nipples with her index fingers.
For a moment nothing happened, and Marvin wondered just what spell had been cast. He was about to ask Desdemona when suddenly, he saw Kalla's nipples swell and swell, thicker and longer, extending straight away from her tiny breasts, until they were the size of an orange.
"Hmmm," Desdemona said inspecting at the results. "Not quite what I had in mind."
Marvin tried to refrain from laughing, but failed and laughed aloud at the totally surreal sight - a woman with nipples bigger than her breasts. "Sorry," he snickered, "I'm not laughing at you, I mean, Kalla," he broke down in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
Finally, he managed to restore control and tried to put up a serious face.
"Just what," he said, "was it that you did have in mind ?"
Desdemona touched Kalla's nipples again and they swelled again, this time only slightly, until they reached grapefruit size.
"Somewhere about this," she said, studying the bright red grapefruits projecting from Kalla's chest.
"And just what were you going to do with those ?"
She smiled at him wickedly, her smile widening as she spoke.
"You mean, what are you going to do with these. You're going to pump."
"How ?"
"Like this," she said, grabbed the nipples, and squeezed them, and as she did so, Kalla's breasts inflated.
"Cool," he said, "How big should I make them ?"
"As big as you want," she said, "but take her someplace else, because I want to have some enjoyment here."
"Can I fuck her ?" he asked, "or do you need me later ?"
Good boy, Desdemona thought, never forgets that I have requirements too.
"Screw her for all you want," she said, while she beckoned over the next biker bitch in the line, "but I don't think you want to."
"Why not ?"
"First, because she's got a horrible cunt, second, because I plan a better delight for you later, and third, as far as I can tell, she's got some dreadful sexually transmitted disease"
"Points well taken," he said, while he saw who Desdemona had chosen for her enjoyment, a tall, gaunt woman whom he had heard refer to as Angel, but he had heard she was anything but; it was only fitting, he thought, that she would be part of Desdemona's fun.
---
He led Kalla away from where Desdemona stood, stroking her nipples and feeling her slightly fuller breasts, and squeezed her thick red fleshy nipples just to feel what they were like, adding more volume to her top, liking what he felt, and squeezing them again, pumping Kalla to a very full DD cup size already.
He began pumping in earnest, and with each squeeze, Kalla's tits became more and more distended, and rounder, until he could no longer operate both nipples at the same time.
He took one in both his hands and pumped it like crazy, until Kalla's tit became so big the nipple was nearly out of reach, and he had to jump to give it a squeeze.
He walked around the bloated tit to the other one and saw it was easily the size of a small van, a mountain of pale, quivering flesh, with a small normal sized tit next to it, with its beckoning bright red grapefruit. As if hypnotized by the sight, he walked over to it, took it in his hand and while supporting the tit with one hand, he began pumping.
Rapidly, the need for support ran out as the huge udder towered skywards, and he dropped it onto the ground, where it bounced a few times, then came to a quivering rest. He went on inflating until her other nipple, too was out of reach, then leant against, and into, the wall of wan flesh to see what his succubus was doing.
---
Desdemona had waited with starting on Angel until Marvin was done playing with Kalla.
She had watched with delight as he had pumped up the biker chick to her current size, smiled when he had been creative enough to first advance one, then the other blimp boob.
She walked around Angel, studying the tall, skinny figure in front of her, clean shaven head, dressed in a pair of ratty shorts and a ratty halter top without much content, over the top of which hung a sleeveless black leather jacket.
Tearing the shorts from Angel's lower body, Desdemona looked at the mess the biker had between her legs, shaking her head.
"I can't imagine," she said, "someone so careless with their lust temple."
"Nobody ever dared fucking with Angel. In any way."
"Why that ?" Desdemona asked as she ran her hand over Angel's bush, causing all the tangled, matted pubic hairs to fall off, leaving a rather large, reddish mound behind.
"She once cut off the dick of another biker trying to have sex with her - and from what I heard, she once slit a man's throat just for proposing."
"Bad, bad girl. Now I have to think of a fitting punishment."
Desdemona pretended to think, even lapsing in the classical 'thinking' stance, before her face brightened.
She grabbed Angel in her crotch, hissing a few words, then let go. He saw how her entire mound swelled up, forcing her legs apart as it became larger, saw her shriveled cunt lips blossom and fill, saw her clit slide from between the lips until it was a tennisball-sized knob.
Next Desdemona put her hands on Angel's flat chest, murmuring.
She led the woman to the unconscious biker, sat down, and brought the man to past full erection, then whispered a few words, and kissed the head of the biker's dick.
Next, she grabbed Angel, spun her around to face the man.
"Fuck him," she said, "and don't stop until he goes soft."
Without further confirmation, Angel unceremoniously sat down on the man's dick and began riding it.
"What's so special about this punishment other than her fucking him ?"
"Watch and I'll explain," she said, smiling.
Angel rode the man, and with every thrust, his dick grew inside her huge pussy until it filled her to absolute capacity, both in length and in girth, yet still it slowly kept swelling, until she was all stretched out, grunting as she thrusted wildly at the huge pipe penetrating her, leaning forwards over the man, smashing her crotch up and down, fucking the pulsing pole.
Suddenly, a change, as she briefly halted.
"He's shot his load. Now watch what happens," Desdemona said.
Angel sat up and thrust again, but this time she changed. Her top stretched, and underneath it, he saw a pair of stiff, erect nipples poking at the fabric.
"Kinky," he said, "how big is she going to get ?"
"She'll keep growing until he goes flacid."
"Which is when ?"
"When he gets smothered by her boobs."
Angel had kept pumping, and her top had failed, showing a pair of white, wildly bouncing boobs that kept growing as she pumped up and down.
"Safe to touch ?"
"You want to play ?"
"No, just feel them."
"Go ahead."
The two undulating udders kept swelling as Marvin grabbed hold of them and felt the taut skin on them, felt how hard and solid they were. He saw that Angel's nipples were all puffy and stiff, leading the charge forward into the large structure.
Her tits grew to about the size of a large truck trailer, then she suddenly stopped and stood up, the man's large flacid cock falling out of her distended pussy.
"Amazing," he said. "I wouldn't have thought he lasted that long."
"Me neither," Desdemona confirmed.
"Two down, three to go," he said.
"Exactly. Time for the next."
"That's Lin. Everyone calls her Lix, though."
"Why's that," she asked while she beckoned the slender Asian woman over.
"She's the whore of the group. If any of them need sex, they grab Lix."
"And she likes that ?"
"Mostly. Anytime else, she's usually not in a position to protest - she's a heavy user, and when she's high, she'll let anyone fuck her. Hell, she even invited me to have a go once. No thanks."
She walked around Lix, who was dressed in tight shorts, stockings, a halter top and a short-sleeve leather jacket and approvingly nodded.
"So what do you have planned for her," he asked.
That depends," the demoness said, while ripping off Lix's clothes, "what I find underneath these ratty threads."
She looked Lix over, saw her small, pointed, coffee colored tits, topped each by a large, nearly-black nipple, surrounded by an equally dark colored, protrusion-studded aureola. Desdemona's look slid down to the cleanly shaven crotch with its loose lips.
She pursed her lips and drank in Lix's appearance carefully, shaping her to her own perverted wishes in her mind already.
"Next one's yours in a few," she said. "I want to have fun with this one."
"Mind me watching ?"
"I demand you watch, even," she said aseriously, and they both broke out laughing.
Desdemona knelt down in front of Lix and picked her up, her arms between and then under Lix's legs, so that her legs ended up spread wide apart and her shaven snatch right in front of Desdemona's face.
The demoness carefully cradled the woman, then put her mouth over Lix's cunt, and began sucking it.
She kept sucking until suddenly something said "pop" in her mouth, and then she halted for a moment, closed her eyes, hummed, and then slowly pulled Lix's crotch away from her mouth.
Marvin couldn't believe what he saw. Out of Desdemona's mouth came not a cleanly shaven pussy, but an absolutely enormous flacid cock complete with a pair of large, swollen balls.
She kept pulling it out of her mouth, until nearly two feet of thick, soft sex organ had emerged from her.
When it was out of her mouth, Desdemona carefully set down Lix, her huge cock reaching down to her knees.
Marvin was staring wide-eyed at the small asian woman carrying a piece of meat between her legs no porn star could even match - and it was flacid right now!
Sitting down on the dirt floor, Desdemona spread her legs, reclined and beckoned Lix over untl she was standing wide-legged over the demoness, who took Lix's cock in her hand and ran it over her large soft boobs, feeling it harden in her hand, running its head in circles around her massive black nipples until she felt the huge pole throbbing, then pushed it away from her into Lix's hands, who took the huge dick into her arms and hugged it against her body, the head of the dick level with the top of her head. Desdemona turned over, sat down on her knees and hands and beckoned Lix in again, offering her juicy love hole to the hard pole. Lix stepped forward, aimed her massive meat cannon and slid all the way into the succubus who moaned in delight.
"Get behind her," she told Marvin, "and grab her by the tits."
He did as he was asked, cupping Lix's small, hard breasts in each hand, feeling her absolutely rock solid nipples, and her firm but soft breasts in his hands.
"Now what do I do ?"
"When she starts fucking me, her tits will grow. You have to guide them them to either side of me - else they'll push against me and she'll slip out of me."
He said he understood, and Desdemona ordered Lix to fuck her hard.
Marvin was amazed to see Lix had the strength to ram the monster dick deep in the demoness, using only her legs to thrust.
Almost immediately, he felt Lix's breasts overflow his hands, and while the mass of coffee-colored boobs spilled outwards, he kept guiding it to the left and right, until the tips grew well past Desdemona's body, at which point he walked around to see the view from the front; Desdemona lying atop her own swollen dark red breasts, pulling and stroking her own nipples, and the two huge balloons to either side of her steadily inflating upwards and outwards, nipples proudly erect, covering a sizable area up front. When Desdemona felt her ass being lifted into the air due to Lix's size, she closed her eyes, and really strained, and suddenly she threw her head back, and moaned in sheer delight, then withdrew from Lix's tiny frame now supported by a pair of cream-colored bouncy castles.
"That felt fuckin' good," she commented.
"It even looks fuckin' good," he quipped back.
"Yes, it sure is an interesting sight," she said, gazing at the three pairs of progressively larger mammarial mountains - Kalla's wan boobs to one side, Angel's pale udders off to the other, and in the middle, the latest additions to the mountain range, Mount Lix Left, and Mount Lix Right.
"Let's do another.", Desdemona said excitedly, "that was fun!"
"So Blow is next ?", Marvin asked, obviously pleased, indicating the dark skinned woman standing next to the leader of the pack.
"What's the story behind her name ?", Desdemona asked, interested.
"Twofold. She smokes a lot of drugs - soft, hard, chemical, designer, even homebrew - it all doesn't matter to her, so long as she can smoke it. The other meaning is a rumor, but I heard she once escaped from prison by giving one of the guards a blowjob."
"You know," he continued, grinning, "Blow sometimes stayed at our place for a couple days - I never saw her without something to smoke, and I can't even remember when she wasn't high on something. Made it easy to feel her up, though."
"Dirty little boy."
"I was seventeen at the time, hormones raging through my body. She was the only woman available to me. Yeah, and Lix, but Dave made damn sure she was never alone with me, given her lax morality."
"Did you like what you felt, then ?"
"On Blow ? Hell yes, hers were the first tits I played with."
"Played with even. Naughty, naughty."
Marvin stepped over and pulled Blow's jacket off and ripped her dirty, stained T-shirt apart, revealing her large, soft, saggy breasts.
He stepped behind her and put his hands under them, letting the chocolate colored tits flow over his hands, arousing her large black nipples to rise up to their full size, about as large as the top joint of her pinkie finger, and about as thick.
"Still feels good," he said, rubbing and pinching her large dark nipples.
"Ever fuck her while she was high ?"
"Hell no. I was horny, not suicidal. Thought about it a lot though."
"What stopped you ?"
"I had no condoms around, I never knew when someone was going to come in, and I didn't dare take her to my room. Could easily have though."
"Do you want to hump her ?"
"Do you want me to hump her?"
"Yeah, why not."
"What about Vamp ?"
"She'll get special treatment. Later."
Marvin couldn't stop playing with Blow's tits, cupping them in his hands, massaging them, cupping and rolling them in his hands, twisting her long hard nipples.
"She always wondered why she felt so horny when she crashed from her high at our place,", Marvin told Desdemona. "So as soon as she crashed, she got all high again and I'd have another chance to play with her."
"Mmmmmm. So how do we make Blow a better fuck for you ?"
Marvin rested his head on Blow's shoulder while thinking, massaging the soft black boobs in his hands.
"I don't want her to be a better fuck for me."
"You'll take her as she is now ?"
"No, I want her to be the perfect fuck for me. Apart from you then."
"Kinky, naughty and considerate. You intrigue me, Marvin."
"Do I ? Well, perhaps you can do something about these here," he said, lifting Blow's large, soft breasts, and felt them stiffening and filling in his hands as they slowly swelled into a pair of black basketballs.
He felt them on his hands, then shook his head. "Doesn't feel right."
"What's the matter, they're too small for you," Desdemona taunted.
"No, they're too hard. They should be soft, and squishy, I should be able to dig my hands into them and knead them."
"I love it when you talk dirty," the demoness said huskily, and gestured at the two black balls protruding from Blow's chest, and almost instantly, they collapsed and fell down to her belly button, and dug his hands into them to enjoy the sensation.
"That's better," he said, pushing Blow backwards onto the bonnet of the car and reclining her so her boobs rolled to either side of her.
"You plan to fuck her on that car ?", Desdemona asked.
"Where else ?", he asked. "I'm not going to roll around in the dirt."
"Have no fear," the succubus said pontifically, "Demon Bed Incorporated, guaranteed to provide the best sexperience, is here."
She turned around and pointed at Angel, beckoned, and to his amazement, she slid and bounced towards them.
Next, the demoness put her hands on Angel's large globular tits and closed her eyes, concentrating, and suddenly, they both changed shape into large flat topped elliptic disks, about three feet high and each about 60 by 90 feet in surface area, with a large nipple poking up at one end.
"Your beds are ready, sir," she said laughing, presenting it to him.
"You really redefine kinky, you know" Marvin said.
"That's what I'm a succubus for," she said while helping Blow and Marvin mount one of the 'beds', then climbed on herself.
Marvin guided Blow to the nipple and sat her down against it, while he explored Angel's newly modified megasized mammary, feeling the stiff, hard nipple and the firm but soft mass of boob below his feet.
Desdemona walked up to Blow and sat down next to her, and Marvin laid down on his stomach in front of Blow, supporting his head with his arms, like he was daydreaming on his bed, staring at Blow.
"Well ?" Desdemona asked.
"She needs to be bigger, maybe overall, but definitely in some places." Desdemona sat next to Blow, put her arm around the woman's shoulders, and he saw her large boobs swell until they had spilt well over Desdemona's lap on one side, on the other side it lay heaped down to Blow's knees.
"That'll do for her tits," he said. "Now her nipples."
Desdemona picked up the half-inflated breast in her lap and took its nipple between her finger, rolling it between them, ans as she did so, both of them slowly grew in size until they matched a soda can, and he said that was good enough.
The succubus looked at it, and shook her head.
"I can't believe you like these half-empty things," she said.
"I like them on Blow, and on Blow alone," he replied, got up and spread the black woman's legs to expose her large, soft, much-used pussy.
Desdemona put two fingers inside it, and before his eyes, Blow's snatch contracted and swelled until she had a full mound between her legs, complete with egg-sized clit and large, protruding vaginal lips.
He pulled down his pants, but Desdemona stopped him as he moved to insert his dick inside her, and breathed on his dick, forming a thin, milky layer over it.
"What's that for ?" he asked.
"Two things - one, so you won't catch any nasty ailments that affect her, and second, every thrust you make inside her, I feel inside of me."
"You really want a percentage of all the fun, right ?"
"Yes, the full 110% of it."
"But then," he smiled, "you're a succubus."
"Exactly. Ready to screw ?"
"Almost," he said while getting in position, tugging one of her breasts towards him, so that he could partially lie down on it, with the large nipple close to his face.
Then he pushed Blow's legs further apart, and slid his hard cock deep inside her, triggering a deep moan from Desdemona who was lying down next to him, on her back.
He thrust at Blow's pussy, kneading the beanbag sized tit, kissing the huge black nipple, buried his head into her tit, licked her nipple and aureola, and kept thrusting at the tight, full mound enveloping his cock, hearing Desdemona next to him moan and pant in perfect harmony to his every move.
He briefly stopped and Desdemona looked at him questioningly.
"Why did you stop ?"
"I want her to ride me."
"No problem," Desdemona said, and snapped her fingers.
Blow got a manic look in her eye, and pushed him down onto the pale expanse of the boob-bed, and began pumping her puss up and down over his dick, Desdemona moaning, fingering her snatch and her boobs and Blow rode Marvin's dick, while he grabbed her huge soft, undulating boobs and kneaded as much of the volume as he could, rubbing he nipples together, feeling them extrude and harden, while Blow kept up her steady pounding rhythm.
"Harder," he said, and Blow obliged, increasing the tempo of the thrusts. He ran his hands down her boobs, concentrating his thoughts on them while he felt his dick being pounded by the creamy soft black bush, heard the succubus next to him purring in delight.
"Desdemona ?" he asked while he kept playing with Blow's boobs.
"Yes master," she crooned, "what is your request ?"
"Make her boobs harder. I want to see and feel them filling up to the absolute maximum."
"Starting when ?"
"Now."
"As you require," she panted, returning to her self-gratification, and he felt Blow's boobs begin to fill, like a beachball when it was inflated, first soft, then a hint of pressure, slowly gaining shape and hardness, until the final shape became apparent, but not quite achieved.
He let Blow ride him harder, her breasts swinging wildy as they reached their limits of capacity, then saw them stiffen and sway less and less as they got harder and fuller, her pulsing veins rising out of the surface, her dark skin paling as her breasts distended, stretch marks laddering up and down her breasts, popping out with the veins. He reached out, touching her super hard breasts, running his fingers over her veins and the extruded stretch marks, feeling her balloon-like boobs bulge ever further and further; her boobs so hard they moved in perfect concert with her body without flapping up or down at all, riding him with full abandon.
Her veins extruded higher off her breasts, the stretch marks extending longer and longer, bulging deeper and deeper, until he felt she was ready to explode, and at that moment he detonated his load deep inside her, sending Desdemona next to him ballistic with delight, stopping Blow's dangerously overpressurized oblong bazonga's from further progressing towards imminent blowup.
He slid out from under Blow, who unceremoniously sat down again, her legs still apart, leaking juices from her love slit, and he inspected her dark brown cigar-shaped pressure pipes, carefully sliding his hand along it, feeling the impossibly taut skin until he came to the front, where a pair of globular aureolae ended in a pair of near-globular nipples about the same size, and her dark aureolae covered more than the entire front surface of her bust.
"How close," he asked Desdemona, who was lying between Blow's legs, eating out Blow's pussy, "did she come to exploding ?"
Desdemona stopped, looked and smiled at him.
"Nowhere near."
"But she looks like ..."
"Do you want me to blow her up until she explodes ?"
"No, but you can blow her up to just before she blows."
"Why ?"
"I just want to see just how much bigger she can get."
"Give me a minute to finish up what I'm doing and I will," Desdemona said, turning back to Blow's snatch, sucking out every last bit of Marvin's seed, thoroughly enjoying its taste, although it was tainted with Blow's fluids.
She separated both in her mouth, then spat out Blow's thick liquids, rolling his seed under her tongue, standing up and ducking under Blow's boob, walked to besides it.
"Here we go."
He laid down on the boob-bed, staring upwards at the two brown missiles above him, and smiling, he quipped,
"Fire when ready."
Almost immediately, the two rockets thickened, the aureolae slowly regaining their normal shape as the boobs behind them swelled, the large ladders on them becoming more and more pronounced, protrusions on the large, smudgy nipples popping up and swelling with them, her once-soft boobs losing their shape, one of them kinking outwards as a large ladder mark on the inside bulged outwards into a large rounded shape, another mark forming on top of it, stacking another bulge, further folding the large, increasingly shapeless boob over.
The other side had gotten a ladder all around it, and in the middle, it had developed a strange off-center bulge that pointed the entire thing upwards, thrusting her distended, turgid nipple up into the air, wobbling as another ladder popped open at the edge of the aureola, tipping it over to one side.
Finally, Desdemona stopped, and he gazed in amazement, fear and horror up at the two enormous brown ... structures ... rising high above him, up into the rafters, attached to Blow's insignificant body.
"Any more," Desdemona said, "and her name will get a third meaning."
"Not to mention what it'll do to this building," he said.
"Mmmmmm yes, that might be another persuasive reason not to."
"But, is this what you call a 'sexbomb' ?", Marvin mused.
Desdemona broke out laughing, holding onto the huge nipple on the bed to stop from falling over, and eventually she did fall over, face first into the boob-bed, unable to control her laughter.
"I have to remember that one," she said, while she clapped her hands, deflating Blow, first taking her out of imminent explosion danger, then reducing her baggy, mishapen boobs to the size of industrial gas tanks, carefully preserving their shape as they had been at near-detonation size, and finally, lifting her arms, she gently floated Blow to the back between Lix and Kalla.
"So all we have left is Vamp," he said.
"So it seems," Desdemona said.
"Is it me or is it getting cold and dark in here ?", he said, rubbing his arms and then retrieving his previously discarded clothing, having difficulty seeing even Kalla's wan shape in the distance.
"You're right on both counts," Desdemona said, "so let's close up the place for the night and make ourselves all comfortable."
She hopped off Angel's large flat-top boobs and sat down on the floor, cross-legged, hands on her knees, and shut her eyes.
Marvin walked to the edge and laid down, his head over it, looking down on Desdemona siting in her meditative position.
"No oher presence in the building or the area other than us," she said, slowly swaying as she began softly chanting, a circle burning in the sand around her, glowing occasionally as she passed through her monotonous chanting, glowing more and more brightly as her voice became louder, until she raised her arms, threw her head back and shouted out a few words beyond his comprehension, and the lines in the circle blazed with flames, then died down to black ash.
Slowly, the ambient temperature went up, and around him, he saw dull orange pinpricks of light that grew into bright lights that illuminated the entire deserted rolling mill and its strange content.
"Won't anyone outside see the lights," he asked.
"Not a chance. All entrances down to those small enough for a fly have been closed off," Desdemona said firmly.
"It's quite comfy in here now," he said.
"Absolutely. And we want to be comfy for Vamp, don't we ?"
He nodded, and Desdemona beckoned the last woman in the line, who had motionlessly next to the car all this time, over, and, cupping Vamp's chin in her hand, the succubus stood lost in thought thinking over her options. Finally, she smiled, and cast a spell Marvin understood clearly.
He saw how Desdemona rooted Vamp to the floor, literally, as her shoes became part of the floor facing away from Kalla, Angel, Lix and Blow, then Desdemona slapped Vamp in the face, hard.
"Fuck you," Vamp shouted, dizzy from hard strike that left an angry red welt on her skin.
Instantly, the biker reached in her jacket, only to find her gun holster empty. She tried to make a step and grab her knife, but nearly doubled over as she found out the hard way she as fixed to the floor, and felt her knife sheath empty as well.
Someone grabbed her from behind and hauled her upright.
Marvin thought the look in Vamp's eyes was priceless - she had realized she had gone from predator to prey, and there was no way she could possibly explain how that had happened.
"Hi Vamp," Marvin said, smiling, while Desdemona restrained Vamp's arms, careful to avoid her turning around or coming in Vamp's field of view.
"You," she hissed, "what have you done to me ?"
"Oh, I've done nothing to you. Or with you. Yet."
She cursed him, spat at him, and called him names, while he calmly waited for her to finish ranting at him.
"You done ?" he asked her lightly.
"Fuck you, kiddo, I swear me and the gals will rip you apart and won't even leave enough of you to make an ID. Heck, there won't be enough left of you to fuckin' bury."
"Somehow, I doubt you, or any of your gals, will," Marvin said smiling.
Vamp again struggled against whoever was holding her by the wrists with one hand and grabbing her short black hair with the other.
She cursed and called him names that even Desdemona raised her eyebrows at, but was unable to break the grip of whoever was holding her down.
"Okay," Vamp finally said, "what do you want ?"
"You're in no position to offer me anything, Vamp."
The biker began to laugh slightly hysterically.
"And why am I not ?"
"First, because you can't call your crew to enforce your will. Second, I believe it's you who are currently rooted to the floor and held down, and third, even if you weren't, what could you possibly possess or have access to that would make me reconsider ?"
Marvin folded his arms while Vamp quietly digested his words.
"I can make you rich, kiddo." she finally said, and Marvin laughed.
"Did you really believe I haven't looked in that duffel bag ?" Vamp's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide.
"You knew what was in it ?"
"Of course I did. The only thing that I'd like to know is which place you, Dave and Dana hit to get that much money."
The biker slyly smiled, "It seems I do have a bargaining chip after all."
"Not really. I care less where the money came from, than I do care about you getting what you deserve. Think about that." He nodded at Desdemona, who twisted Vamp's wrists with one hand, tightly gripping her hair with the other. He had to give Vamp credit - all she did was grit her teeth and take the obviously intense pain.
"Well ?"
Vamp smiled smugly, refusing to speak.
He nodded again, and the demoness forcefully twisted Vamp's wrists again, keeping her death grip on the woman's hair to prevent her from seeing her supernatural assailant.
This time, Vamp did scream in pain.
Desdemona let up her grip and the biker gasped in lungfuls of air.
"OK, OK," she said. "You win. We knocked over a gang of bad boys in another state when they made a major drug deal. We shot the lot and took the cash and the dope. The dope we either used or dealt, and Dave was to hold the cash until the Feds blew off their investigation. But seems the asshole already took part of the cash and fled to fuckin' Fiji with his bitch - which he stole from my gang, dammit."
"So that's the story behind Dana," Marvin mused.
"You didn't know ?"
"I suspected, especially after you and your gang started crashng at our place anytime you were in town. Not that I minded much."
Vamp let out a shrill laugh. "Like you were ever going to have one of us."
"I could easily have."
"In your fuckin' wet dreams."
"Uh-huh. Lix was always grabbing at my dick, asking when I would take her, and when Blow was high you could have stuck a beer bottle between her legs without her even noticing or caring. Kalla, Angel and you, well, to be frank, I've seen street hookers with more to offer than the three of you combined. I even think the three of you wouldn't be able to fuck your way out of a wet paper bag."
Desdemona smiled as she heard how Marvin was taunting the biker, waiting, hoping for that one desired response.
"What're you getting at," Vamp spat arrogantly, "is this some pathetic attempt to make me plead to you to prove I can ? Well, forget it!"
"You really think you're tough, don't you ?"
"What, was one knee to your nuts and that gentle kick not enough ?"
"I think," Marvin said, "that you're running scared. You put up a brave face and talk tough, but you're really scared."
"And what the fuck should I be so scared of. You ?"
"No," Desdemona spoke softly. "Not him. Me."
She let go of Vamp's wrists and hair, and stepped into the biker's field of view, having quickly conjured up her dress; stiletto-heeled black boots, skimpy thong under a tightly laced black bodice straining to contain her large, full breasts, aureolae poking out, her lower arms and hands encased in black velvet gloves, her long raven hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, bringing out the chiseled lines of her face, the deep wells of her black eyes in which any mortal could drown in lust, her jet colored lips, glinting in the dull light, her height, boosted from seven to well over eight feet by her high heeled boots.
"Oh, come on," Vamp laughed, "drop the circus act, sister, I'm neither impressed nor trembling in fear."
Desdemona stared Vamp straight in the eyes, held her gaze for a few moments then smiled enigmatically, nodded as Vamp averted the penetrating gaze that seemed to probe the depths of her soul.
Vamp recovered quickly and looked defiantly at her opponents, figuring she could handle Marvin with a single vicious kick to the nuts, and the strange bitch in front of her, well, one kick to the knee ...
"So you're still not convinced why you should be afraid," Desdemona interrupted Vamp's train of thought.
The biker gave her a catty smile and confidently shook her head.
"Well then," Desdemona taunted, "why don't you try."
Vamp felt the ground shift, felt her feet shift, and realized she could show this circus bitch what she was made of, she took her step and took her swing at Desdemona's knee, feeling jubilation as the toe of her boot connected solidly with the side of her knee, just above the boot.
To Vamp's amazement, the large woman didn't even flinch.
"Is that the best you can do ?" the demoness quietly asked, then she exploded into action, backhanding Vamp, sending her flying, until she hit the ground and collapsed like a rag doll thrown by an angry child.
The biker tried to get up, but fell to the ground, seeing stars, her head spinning with the sheer force of the blow and the subsequent crash.
Desdemona roughly hauled her to her feet, and grabbing Vamp by her jacket, she effortlessly lifted the biker with one arm, gazing triumphantly at the semi-conscious woman.
Vamp slowly regained consciousness, feeling how she hung in the air, and as she opened her eyes she looked straight into the deep black pools, feeling her grip holding her up.
"What ARE you," Vamp demanded.
Desdemona lifted her higher, still using only one hand, smiling. Vamp kicked, trying to get free from the grip, now genuinely worried that this circus freak had the strength to restrain her.
"Tell her," Marvin said Desdemona.
"Why spoil the fun. I want to see her squirm some more."
"Don't tell me this is the kind of fun you were looking for."
The succubus pouted, and Vamp made use of the moment of inattention by delivering a punishing kick swinging both her legs into Desdemona's midsection.
The reaction was immediate. Rather than doubling over, gasping for breath, which was what Vamp expected, Desdemona took a half-step sideways, spun around, and threw Vamp into a sheet metal partitioning, knocking her cold on impact.
"Wake her up," she told Marvin, rubbing her midsection.
"Are you OK ? That kick would have floored a bodybuilder.", he asked.
"Except I'm not. The only thing I am right now is rather annoyed at her rather irreverent attitude, and I think it's time to change that."
Marvin walked over to Vamp and slapped her across the cheeks, and slowly, Vamp's world stopped spinning until it focussed on the tall, lithe figure silhouetted against the light. Pushing Marvin to the side, she took a run headlong at the figure, wondering just what it would take to bring her down, when suddenly a hand seized her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her into the air.
"It is unwise," Desdemona said, "to mess around with a succubus."
"Yeah right, miss circus act," Vamp said sarcastically.
"You really have trouble believing me, do you ?"
"Why should I."
"Tell me," Desdemona said, smiling as she carried Vamp into the lighted area, beyond the now-darkened area where the other four were, "do you have any sexual fantasies ?"
"Other than kicking anyone trying to force himself on me in the nuts? No."
"Well then," the demoness said, "then we'll just have to carry out mine.
Or perhaps even Marvin's."
Vamp laughed. "That kiddo ? Sister, I dunno what line he fed you but believe me, he's nothing."
Desdemona had come to the center of the lighted area and stopped.
"That's where you're mistaken," she said while she used her other hand to summon a large metal A-frame, pushing Vamp against it, closing a steel manacle around her waist, then manacled her legs to the lower supports of the frame, leaving her arms free.
"What is this thing ?" Vamp demanded, trying to unlock the manacle restraining her waist as Desdemona inspected at her handiwork.
"You'll find out in a minute, sister." The demoness spat out the last word like it was an epithet.
Standing in front of the frame, the succubus untied her bodice, letting her breasts out, and Vamp gasped for breath as she saw the large red boobs didn't sag down, they just bounced forwards out of the bodice and stayed upright, proudly jutting forwards.
She stepped forwards until her breasts were right in front of Vamp's chest and their eyes were level.
"Touch them," Desdemona said, "And don't dare to use force," her eyes flashing red as she warned the biker.
Vamp put out her hands and lightly touched Desdemona's large, full tits, not knowing what she would find.
She felt how incredibly soft and smooth they were, her mind fogged by the larger female's perfume drifting around her.
Desdemona stepped back and the sensation left Vamp, who shook her head to clear her mind.
Marvin had walked to the edge of the light and sat down on the ground in the twilight, curious what his succubus had in store.
He became aware of two figures moving towards him in the murky light, and saw to his amazement, and fright, that it was two of the male bikers - the pair Desdemona had broken the necks of; their heads still cocked to one side, but before they walked into the light, their heads flipped upright as if nothing had happened to them.
Vamp saw 'her boys' walk into the light, and smiled.
"I think I've had enough of your act", she said.
"I think you're misreading the situation," Desdemona countered.
The biker laughed, then pointed at the demoness, "Grab her boys, and give her a good kicking. Boys ?"
To her amazement, both men walked forwards until they were standing in front of the frame, their eyes empty, their arms swinging limply at their sides.
"Dead men," Desdemona said, "can't hear. Can't see. Can't smell. Can't even taste. But they sure as hell can touch. You're about to find out."
"What do you mean, they're dead ? If they're dead, then how come they're walking ?" Vamp retorted.
"Magic. Of the darkest, blackest kind."
"Magic doesn't exist."
"It doesn't. Hmm ... well, I guess a little demonstration is in order." Desdemona walked over to one of the men and unzipped his fly, taking out his lifeless, limp dick out, putting her hand around it, and as she began jerking it, it grew in her hands, first to erection, and then way, way beyond it, until it was 18 inches long and 2 across.
"How'd you like that one then ?"
"That's impossible," Vamp protested, disbelieving what she saw.
"No, that's trivial," Desdemona said while unzipping the other guy's fly pulling his cock out and jerking it to about the same size, then turned to Vamp, running her hands all over the spike-studded catsuit she wore, while Vamp kept punching and clawing at her arms, finally ending up at the collar.
"I have had enough of your maltreatment. It's time you got some in return. Maybe that'll teach you some humility", the demoness said, and in one move, she tore the catsuit open, exposing Vamp's dirty halter top underneath, then worked her way down, ripping the leather apart, baring her panties, and finally, getting frustrated with the time it took to remove the rawhide sheathing, mumbled a few words, and the remainder of the leather evaporated, the small metal studs raining down on the ground, leaving Vamp with mouth agape, shaking her head.
Desdemona next pulled her panties apart, exposing her cunt, and slipped two fingers in it.
"Nice and tight," she said. "Not a lot of use there."
"Fuck you, bitch."
"No, you're about to be fucked," the succubus said, smiling, "front and back even. How's that for royal treatment," and she gestured the two zombie bikers with their dicks to take position in front of and behind the frame as it sank into the ground a little, positioning Vamp at the perfect altitude.
"You have got to be kidding," Vamp protested, "this can't be real."
"It's very real, and very happening to you," Desdemona said, while grabbing Vamp's arms and pushing them in a pair of manacles above her head leaving her unable to resist. She struggled and writhed, but was unable to prevent both dicks from going in her holes. She gritted her teeth, then closed her eyes, and finally succumbed to the pain, tears flowing from her eyes as both dead men roughly banged her, front and aft, while the demoness watched from a distance, smiling, watching Vamp's tough attitude break down as she began sobbing uncontrollably and gave up all resistance.
Marvin had walked up to Desdemona and watched, shaking his head.
"Did you have to do this ?"
"Maybe. At least, when this is over she'll be a lot more compliant. Besides, she had this a long time coming. She's screwed over so many people, including you, that I felt it was time she got screwed over."
"Yeah, well .... " he said.
"Oh, OK, you softie," she said, and she sharply clapped her hands, and both zombies crumbled to ashes leaving the sobbing Vamp hanging on the frame.
Desdemona unlocked the manacles and lifted her off, and the frame dropped back into the abyss where it had come from.
Marvin almost felt sorry for Vamp, but knew just how hard and cruel she had been towards everyone around her, and everyone crossing her path. The demoness put the biker on the ground, where she curled up and kept sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body convulsing and shaking.
"I feel sort of sorry for her," Marvin said.
"I must admit I hadn't expected this either," Desdemona admitted, and shook her head. "She must've had some trauma that she had managed to suppress which this must have reawakened."
"So now what ?"
"I'm not putting her through any interesting growth stuff. I don't think her body would be capable of it."
Desdemona pulled the sobbing Vamp off the floor and planted her lips on those of the biker, holding the kiss as the biker half embraced her captor, and she went limp in the demoness' arms, who released her kiss and shook her head.
"I can't," she said. "Her body would simply give up."
"So what do we do with her now ?"
Desdemona sighed and looked at the reilluminated hall at the rest of the rather large bulging bikers.
"Per our agreement, I will take her. I don't know what I'm going to do with or to her, but I'll take her, as I will the other four. We're done here as far as I am concerned."
"It just don't feel right," he said, moping.
"That's my feeling too."
"If I could only ... hey, but .. I can."
"What do you mean ?"
Marvin jumped up.
"I wish," he started, "I wish that Vamp hadn't regressed into her trauma."
"Oh come on," Desdemona said, "You've got to be kidding. Is this really worth a wish, your last and only remaining wish, to you ?"
"If it brings proper closure and a proper end to tonight - yes."
She shook her head. "Marvin, you're an enigma to me. You love your enemies as much as you love your friends and your succubus."
She sighed. "Very well, I will grant you your wish. You have to sure about this, because if you want another wish, you've got to come up with a pretty damn humungous offer to me."
"I am sure."
"Very well then. so it has been asked, so it shall be granted."
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"So what do we do with her now," Marvin asked Desdemona as he walked the subdued Vamp to back besides the car.
The demoness looked around, gazing at her previous creations and thought what would be befitting of Vamp, while Marvin pushed up the biker's halter top and inspected her slightly hanging handfulls of breast.
"She doesn't look half bad," he said, feeling up her breasts.
"What did you say," the succubus asked, shaken from her reverie.
"I said she didn't look half bad. She's got rather nice ones."
"If a bit small, yes."
"Of course they're too small. But how to make them bigger ?"
"I can have them fill the remainder of the room inside in no time. That's not the problem up for discussion. It's not 'how big', but 'which way' that I'm puzzling over."
"You're afraid she'll regress again if you're too rough ?"
Desdemona nodded in affirmation.
"Can't you somehow get the trauma out of her head ?"
"It's interwoven with her personality. You have to see these things as a tapestry, Marvin. You can't pull one thread without changing or affecting anything else."
"You could make her pump up like Kalla," he suggested.
"Unsatisfying and unoriginal. Plus I want some enjoyment out of her."
"Then why don't you pump her up using you?"
"Any suggestions ?"
"One, but I don't know if you'll like it. So please don't get cross at me if it's a bad idea."
"Let's hear it."
"Why don't you let her suck you and inflate her that way ?"
"Kinky. And original too. I like it. Good idea, Marvin."
Desdemona swept him up in her arms, and squashed between her warm arms and her hot breasts, he accepted her long deep kiss on his mouth. She put him down and walked over to Vamp, leading her to a clear area, and prepared.
Marvin saw her breasts grow and extend, ending in large, full nipples, and he decided to test the suck quality by taking one of them, and putting it in his mouth and licking it, rubbing up her large breast, while Desdemona giggled at the feeling, beckoned Vamp to take her other nipple, and while he kissed her on the side of the nipple, he saw how the biker had her cheeks hollow, sucking hard on the large dark nipple, and he swore he saw how the succubus' breast on that side slightly shrank everytime Vamp sucked on it.
Finally, he circled around and felt up the biker chick, feeling her bulging boobs, felt them spurting forwards as she sucked on the demoness' nipple, and he ducked under Desdemona and slipped to the front of Vamp's growing gazonga's, feeling the large, hard nipples, stroking them, feeling them come to erection, then the whole mass surged forwards again as she took another deep suck from the demonic lust orb, her lips latched to the black nipple, her hands holding the large boob, as both of them, Desdemona and Marvin, climbed on Vamp's surging bust, and he noticed the succubus was really enjoying the feeling, fingering her snatch and moaning softly while Vamp's boobs extended into the hall, growing more and more each time she sucked at the nipple in her mouth.
Marvin enjoyed the feeling below him, and losing track of the siutation, he fondled, kissed and fussed over Desdemona's other breast until he looked up and gave the demoness a friendly squeeze in the shoulder.
"I think you should pull that nipple out."
"Why ?"
"Take a look behind you."
Smiling, Desdemona turned around, then quickly drew the nipple from Vamp's mouth and stared in wonder.
"By the Seven Circles," she mumbled, "this is amazing."
Vamp's bust surpassed all others in the hall - her cleavage had simply shoved them all to the sides to take center stage, filling over three quarters of the floorspace.
"I think," Marvin said, squinting into the distance," that her nipples are bigger than Kalla's boobs."
"You're right," Desdemona confirmed.
"Awesome."
They looked at each other and laughed.
"It was a really great feeling for me too," the demoness admitted.
"Agree that this is a better way to end ?"
"Absolutely. Come on, let's wrap up and get out of here."
They slid off the zeppelin sized boobs, dropping onto Angel's flat-tops, friefly bouncing before they came to rest, then climbed down to the ground where Desdemona brought them back to a more managable size, and emptied each in turn.
"I'm going to miss Blow," Marvin said as the succubus dealt with her.
"You're going to miss her or just her boobs ?"
"Aw, you're right. Besides, you're much better anyway."
"Maybe I'll let you play with Blow once. Who knows."
By the time they were done, had cleaned up, it was early morning, and he bid his succubus goodbye as she left with that night's 'catch' over her shoulder, he got in his old car and drove home, realizing he was unlikely to ever see what he saw that night - the biggest boobs ever.
Getting home, he quietly parked the car, slipped in the back door and went up to the apartment, and dropped unceremoniously on the bed, into a deep sleep, dreaming of the ages of lust yet to come.