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Subject: {ASSM} Hot Summer Tales 1: Hell Hath No Fury (Caution, goth, MF, FF, some mc, size)
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PLEASE TAKE NOTE:
This is an erotic story, a work of fiction, and therefore, contains 
material that might not be suitable to the faint of heart, mentally 
immature, emotionally distressed and/or religiously righteous.

The author would welcome any serious feedback on this story, as it
might be inspiration and motivation to continue!

			HOT SUMMER TALES
			Part 1: Hell hath no Fury
			By: JB/NL <tsunami@xs4all.nl>

It was a warm evening at the end of a long hot summer.
Zarfa was lying on her bed, fantasizing about the next guy ... well, boy,
she was going to conquer, screw to kingdom come, and then abandon,
preferably in public, and preferably deriding his sexual performance in
front of large number of people.
She ran her hands over her trim body, from her shaved snatch over her flat
stomach up over her full, rounded breasts, each capped by a hard, erect
nipple that felt real good when she ran her fingers over them, so much so
even, that  she did so a couple times just for the feeling.
Getting up from her messy bed, she walked over to her closet, and began
looking  through her skimpy outfits deciding what to wear.

Marvin was spying at her apartment through a high-power telescope hidden
in a forgotten room, quietly enjoying her nude form walking around the
apartment, seeing her bounce her breasts, finger herself ... hell,
sometimes he even got a private dildo show - she never bothered with
curtains anyway.
Oh, he knew of her obsession with young guys, knew how she'd pick them up
with  promises of all the sex they could handle and more, and how she was
going to  show him what a real woman was and all, and how she would dump
them in public, deriding them, ridiculing them, and in one extreme case,
even pressing rape  charges against one who had dared to stand up to her.
	He had often considered following her and trying to ingratiate
himself to her, but he was fearful of the treatment he'd get the morning
after, when she would turn from nymphomaniac to frigid bitch.
If only, he thought, if only there was a way to screw her without any of
the consequences.

He got up from his silent vigil and looked around the room.
It used to be a storage room, but in another round of remodelling about
five years earlier, the room had accidentally been walled up and forgotten.
He had stumbled on it by accident, when he was exploring the building when
he had come to live there with his stepfather, and later his new
girlfriend, trying to find a place to be away from them - when his
stepfather got drunk, he often hit him, and the woman he brought into the
house when he had divorced his mother wasn't any better. She was a cold,
calculating bitch that knew how to get anything she wanted from his
stepfather - whether that be sex, money, jewelry or favors, courtesy of
his shady 'friends'.
Well, Marvin thought, at least she looks damn good, he couldn't blame his
stepfather's choice on that point; she was tall, slender, and like the
woman he spied on in the other building, she had large, round breasts,
only hers were artificial - a gift from his stepfather, and he was sure
the woman in the other  building was all-natural.

He looked around the old storeroom, which he had since converted into his
private escape room, complete with hidden entrance, and wondered what
tonight  might bring other than a chance to view the nympho from the other
building screw the life out of some guy ...
Getting up from his observation seat, he sighed.
Pretty soon he would have to leave his sanctuary to go back to his own
bedroom, where he probably would be receiving some strikes from his drunk
stepfather, as well as the scathing, sneering comments from his bitch,
before she would drag him off to their bedroom to have sex. He had managed
to spy on them a few times, and although he had suspected it, he had been
shocked to find out they were both into soft-SM, and she was the dominant
factor in their sex games.
When they were busy, though, they wouldn't drop in on him, and when they
were done they would either go out for more drink, or they would fall
asleep and not wake before morning, leaving him free to go back to his
secret hideout.

She glided through the crowd, reveling in the heads turning her way,
reveling in the disapproving looks of other women, trying to find a victim
for the night, another living, breathing cock-carrier to let loose her
infinite lust on, safe in the knowledge that none could satisfy her, that
none could ever dominate or surpass her.
She found her mark in a student's bar. She smiled at him. He bought her a
drink. She came to sit next to him. God, she thought, it's so easy, they
are so predictable, so hopeless, so innocent. I love it.
Ten minutes later she had him wrapped all around her finger, and despite
his friends warning him, he willingly left with her, completely under her
spell, bound to him by the promise of sex, of love, of satisfaction. Hah.

He had quietly returned to his bedroom through the secret door hidden
above the ceiling tiles, and had braced himself for the inevitable series
of blows he would receive from his drunk stepfather.
Instead, he heard them make preparations for a bar-crawl with some friends,
guzzling beer and pretzels, drinking up enough courage to stay out all
night to only return early in the morning to sleep through the day.
Perfect, he thought.
He waited until they had left, then returned to his secret room and peered
through his telescope, and sure enough, she was back, leading another guy
into her bedroom.
Marvin half-undressed and fantasized it was him in that bedroom as she
undressed and kissed the guy hard on the lips, riding her body up against
him, expertly unzipping the fly on his pants and taking out his cock.
	She hunkered down on her knees, looked up at him and asked in a
husky voice, "Ever had a blowjob, sweetheart ?"
Nervously, the guy shook his head.
"You're about to have one you'll never forget, honey."
Oh no, he wouldn't forget. She was already busy deciding where and how she
was going to dump him even as she took his dick in her mouth.
He watched as she gave the guy a blowjob to get him primed for the rest of
the night.
Knowing she would spend the next ten to fifteen minutes teasing him, he got
up and decided to read up on an old book he'd found in a downtrodden old
shop on one of his long jaunts around town, looking for ways to avoid his
caretakers - the shop, with its dilapidated front and strange window filled
with all kinds of strange items, its dark, gloomy candle-lit interior, with
incense burning, it kind of attacted him.
It looked really old and well ... gnarly .. with its strange hide covers,
its runic symbols on the outside and its parchment pages written in an
ancient language; even though he couldn't make head or tail of the text, it
did have some cool pictures and diagrams of all kinds of strange and wicked
looking rites from less-civilized times.
	Zarfa led her victim around to the bed, told him to undress as she
was going to treat him to a little show, and as he undressed she took a
monster dildo from her under her bed, turned it up as high as it would go
and pushed it entirely into her well-lubricated pussy, moaning as she
pumped it in and out, while the guy looked on in sheer amazement as she
effortlesly moved the massive device in and out. He was about to jack off,
but she told him in no uncertain terms that his seed was hers and she
wanted it inside her. Now.
	He was now back at the telescope, just in time to see her pull the
dildo out of her pussy and carelessly discard it at her bedside, and pull
him onto the bed ready to ride him.
He was still flipping through the strange book when suddenly he felt that
the pages weren't parchment but some other material.
He tore his view away from the telescope and looked at a page obviously
made from skin. Human skin. A strange buzz crept up his arm as the brownish
letters briefly glowed when he touched them.
His breath halted in his throat as he wrestled with his emotions and
thoughts.
Marvin's rational brain told him the book was old, from a time when values
were different, and life was cheap. His emotional side told him to throw
the book away NOW, this was REVOLTING, it was WRONG it was .. but his
curiosity drew him further, and with shaking hands he turned the
blood-written pages over, ever so often glancing through the telescope to
not miss the show as she was humping the poor guy, sitting on top of him,
as he tried cupping her magnificent breasts and she rode him hard, and
harder, drawing every bit of seed from his balls, using her well-practiced
vaginal muscles to keep him hard, and when that failed, she cock-ringed
him, waited till he had another hardon, and kept fucking him.
He wondered when the guy was going to figure out he wasn't her partner but
her living, breathing sex toy when he glanced down at the book and sat in
rapt fascination. He could read the text.
He paged back to the parchment pages at the beginning .. and to his
amazement, the runic script suddenly made sense. He turned the book over
and effortlessly read the title on its thick hide spine.

DEMONOMICIX
Summoning
Controlling
Binding
Releasing

He closed the book and wondered. Would this book be for real ?
Logically, it couldn't, he thought. Logic dictated magic was impossible.
But then, he considered, he was now able to read the runic script in the
book, and only because he'd paged through the book.
He put the book from his mind and peered through the telescope to catch
another glimpse from the show, but she had turned off the lights, leaving
him unable to spy on them.
He was drawn to the book again, and with shaking hands he opened it to its
index and began looking through it.
He quickly discarded the chapters about trivial curses, imps, gargoyles and
trolls and paged through the descriptions of various creatures until one
picture at the start of a chapter caught his eye. It was a succubus.
Now, he considered the woman across to be one, because she used men for her
self-gratification, but as he read he found his assumption had been wrong.
Well, mostly, there was a class of succubae that did that, but they were
apparently few in number.
Reading on, he found a ritual for summoning and controlling one, although
the book warned him to be wary of a succubus' actions and motives, for they
were among the most cunning and sly of the otherworldy creatures.

A plan began to form in his head that might give him what he wanted, but,
more importantly, it might convince a succubus to go along with it, because
it gave her what she wanted as well, at least, he supposed so.
Satisfied he had everything worked out, he left the book securely closed in
the hidden room and he went to sleep, dreaming of his ultimate revenge.

				### ###

The next morning he awoke to the sound of his stepfather and his girlfriend
arguing loudly in the living room, and after about 10 seconds of listening
to it, he heard the reasons were the same as always: sex and money.
She claimed she wasn't getting enough of either, he was arguing she needed
to cut back her demands or he'd remind her just how dangerous they lived.
Lazily, he listened to the argument die down as both started trading
insults and hollow threats, until they both cracked open a tin of beer and
began drinking away their anger.
While they tanked up, he got up, washed, dressed and slipped out before
either of them got it in their heads to bother him.
He looked up at the building opposite the one where he lived, and noticed
the lights were still out. Sleeping in, he thought. Well, that was part of
the ritual.
The guy up there would get a last meal, like a condemned man, and then
she'd drag him into town in her flashy car, and that's when she'd dump him.
Poor sob, he thought. There's nothing I can do for you - yet.
He walked down to the riverside and sat down, contemplating the plan he'd
drawn up the night before. If everything worked, he wouldn't be bugged by
his stepfather and his bitch, and the woman across would either be his, or
in serious trouble.
If it went wrong .... well, that really wouldn't be his problem anymore
then, he'd either be dead or suffering a fate worse than that.

About half an hour later, when he returned home, he saw the red sportscar
of the woman across race by towards town, and going a bit further, he
encountered the beat-up old rustbucket his stepdad drove, who pulled over
beside him.
"Marvin," he barked, "Where the fuck where you this morning ?"
"I was out, walking; getting a breath of fresh air."
"You ought to fucking tell me where you're going. Do this again .."
"Yeah, yeah, you'll give me a beating I'll never forget."
"Good that we understand each other. Now me and Dana are going to be outta
town for a few days - don't get it into your head to try anything funny,
and don't even think of puling any stunts, because you will regret it.
Got that ?"
"Got it. When will you be back ?"
"Why do you want to know ?"
"So I can restock the fridge with beer the day you return."
"Day after tomorrow. And don't touch that beer, or I will have your ass."
"Sure."
With that, his stepdad revved the car and tore away from the curb with
smoking, squealing tyres.
He waited for a few minutes until they were out of sight, then walked home
determined to prepare a very warm welcome for them when they came back.
And just a few cold beers was definitely not what he had in mind.
	She drove into town with a starry-eyed student next to her, who
truly believed she was going to love him forever, and fuck him every night
for the rest of his sorry life. Expertly, she steered her flashy car into
the parking garage of the city's biggest mall. Showtime was minutes away as
she drove up the ramps and to her fixed parking spot those very nice
parking attendants kept free specially for her.
She got out of the car and smiled sweetly at him for the last time.
"Time to go shopping, sweetie."

He'd come home and he went straight to the secret room and retrieved the
book to see what he would need to complete both the summoning and control
ritual.
Most of the things he needed were pretty straightforward, and the
instructions, although peppered with warnings, were quite easy to follow.
The only thing left to decide was where to do the ritual. It had to be
done inside - but where. He quickly wrote off his own bedroom as too small,
the iving room as too dirty, and too exposed, his stepfather's bedroom as
too dangerous.
So he settled on using his own secret room; perfect because he could burn
all the incense he wanted without anyone noticing, perfect because it had
ventilation up to the roof, and only one small window, and that was covered
over by a blind hiding his telescope.
He spent the rest of the day doing purchases; incense, red and black
candles, some herbs and finally, a sturdy spiked collar at a 'specialist'
shop.
The sales lady had asked him what it was for, he had blushed, and quickly
told her it was a gag gift for a friend who was about to get married.
She has laughed sincerely, he had laughed nervously, but she had
giftwrapped it without asking any more questions and he'd left for home.

She drove home satisfied and angry at the same time.
Satisfied, in that she had dumped that pathetic boy-thing in the middle of
the large mall, with him cringing and pleading, practically begging at her
feet to not do that to him - she still rode the rush and orgasm of his
reaction, his pathetic begging and pleading, but she suppressed it with
her unlimited fury.
Fury at the policemen who had noticed them, he had turned to them.
It was only then that she had found out he was a few weeks short of age 18,
and although she had tried every one of her tricks on them, she had ended
up fined and reported, told to expect a court appearance soon.
For the first time in her career, she had lost, and she was livid.
She came home, stomped to her apartment, threw off her clothing, took a
long, hot shower that massaged and caressed her body, soothing her mind, but
not diminishing her fury in any way, as she coldly decided she wasn't going
to stop doing this, although next time she would try and confirm her marks
were of legal age. And until she was scheduled for her court appearance, she
was going to use as many boy-toys as she could, because she realized that in
prison, there were no toy-boys.

Evening came and he started preparations for his summoning ritual.
When he finally came home from his shopping expedition, he had grabbed a
quick dinner, listened to his stepdad's threats on the answering machine,
then retreated to his secret room to start set it up.
He had begun by clearing the floor and drawing a large pentagram drawn with
molten wax from red candles, burning incense and reciting incantations from
the book as he did so. When he was done, it was around 11pm.
Next he set up the five incense burners, one at each point of the pentacle,
filled them and lighting them, and finally he placed the thirteen black
candles in and around the pentagram.
Before he started the summoning ritual, he took the spiked collar and put
it in the middle of the pentagram, reciting more incantations as he did so.
Finally, around midnight, he was done setting up the room and he was ready
to begin summoning.
He remembered the rules from the book: Don't show weakness, don't hesitate,
and once you start, don't interrupt, or distract yourself until you're done.
He placed the book on an improvised pedestal, raised his arms and began
reading the invocation aloud, paying attention to the lines of the pentagram
as he read out the words.
The black candles became brighter as he read, the incense clouds thicker,
and through the haze of the incense cloud he thought he saw something moving
in the circle at the heart of the pentagram.
Nevertheless, he kept reciting from the book until he reached the end, when
he, precisely according to the instructions, clapped his hands, and the
candles blew out.
The incense fog lifted and a deep sweet, silky, sultry voice asked,
"You called, master ?"

He blinked his eyes and looked into the gloom in the dimly lit room.
With trembling hands he lit another candle and in the dim light he saw her
standing in the middle of the pentagram.
Dark red skin, coal black eyes, pointed ears, long raven black hair.
The spiked collar around her long, shapely neck.
He drank in her physical form; tall, slender, with large, luscious breasts
jutting from her chest, each topped by a large, erect dark brown nipple;
perfectly proportioned long legs, and from behind her back, her long tail
curling around her as she idly fingered its tip.
He took a moment to drink in her appearance, then, replied to her question.
"I, Marvin, called. What is your name."
"Hello Marvin," she said, "My name is Desdemona. Shall we discuss terms ?"
"Yes," he said. "Let's do that. I may have something that's of interest
to you, I think."
"Like what ?"
He gestured in the direction of the building across and told her of the
woman who lived there. Told her of his own squalid fate.
Desdemona sat down in the circle listening to his offer.
She could have the woman across, his stepfather and his bitch. What would
she give him in return ?
"Your stepfather I don't want," she started. "But if you want to get rid of
him I'll take care of that. On the condition you're present when I do so."
"That's a deal." he said.
"The woman across I can sense, and I understand why you are offering her
to me. You are attracted and frightened of her, like me."
"True."
"I accept your offer, but on one condition."
"Being ?"
"You have to contact her, get in bed with her, but before she fucks you,
you call me. If she gets your seed, you'll be doubly fucked, because I
won't help you and she'll have you. Think you can manage ?"
"I can try."
"Don't try, do. All you have to do is say my name and I'll be there."
"OK."
"Then the bitch of your stepfather."
"Dana."
"Yes, Dana. I'll take her as well, again, only in your presence."
"Can you take them both at the same time ?"
"Easily. Why ?"
Then he told her of their sex games, and the more he told, the bigger her
smile got.
"Done deal," she said.
"Not quite."
"Ah yes, that's true. Your reward."
"Exactly."
Desedemona got up and thought for a moment.
"Okay," she said. "I'll offer you two wishes, and you can call me once a
month for your own enjoyment."
"Twice a month."
"I don't think you can handle me more than once a month."
"Maybe. But that won't stop me from asking."
Desdemona laughed aloud.
"You drive a hard bargain, but, okay, I accept. On my honor and existence,
I  swear I will abide by this deal."
"And on my honor and existence, I swear I will aid and support you in
fulfilling my end of the deal.", he intoned.
"Then the pact is made," Desdemona declared.
"Then I release you from the circle."
"Thank you," she said, and she stepped out towards him.
"So where do we start, " he asked her.
"In your bedroom. I have until dawn to get to know you."
She bent over and kissed him hard, and he reflexively grasped at her 
breasts,
which he felt swelling in his hands.

				### ###

Marvin laid on the bed, totally spent.
Desdemona had laid him flat on the bed, then sat atop him with those large,
swaying, swelling, hypnotizing breasts in front of him that got larger the
longer he stared at them, until he finally grabbed one and licked and
sucked her large dark nipple, triggering moans and giggles from her.
She had used her long, soft fingers to jack him off, and when he asked her
why she hadn't fucked or blown him, she explained that until their deal was
done, if he orgasmed inside her, she'd kill him, even if she didn't want to.
"That's part and parcel of what I am," she said.
He pulled himself up from the bed, remembering her enormous soft breasts
around him, her large, erect nipple in his mouth, her approval as he had
sucked and licked her breasts, her soft kisses and silken touch.
Eating a light breakfast, he gazed to the building across, seeing the woman
there standing on the balcony. He stepped out on theirs, and waved.
She would be first.

Well maybe today wouldn't be wasted, she thought.
She looked at the geeky guy waving at her from the building across and
pegged his age at around 20. She waved back, and flashed her ample cleavage
at him.
She waited until he beckoned her over, then shook her head, and beckoned him
over to her flat.
She saw him nod and disappear into the building.
One more mark for tonight, she thought.
She considered how to best up her rate of usage, and decided to stop the
lengthy dumping process, instead just shoving them out the door when they
had nothing left to give, maybe offering them a drive to a 'romantic' spot
where she could safely dump them without trouble at her door.
She smiled. That was it. A new M.O. - a new start.
The guy she had seen in the other building came walking out towards her,
except she was on the 3rd floor, and he was on the grass.
"Come this evening," she called to him, "and I'll give you something you'll
never forget." Inwardly, she was laughing already. God, this was so easy.
He waved and agreed, asking whether 10pm was OK ? Sure, she said, any time
will  do. Yeah, she thought. She figured she'd need about 15 minutes to
empty him,  another 30 to wear him out completely, then another hour to
dump him - and midnight was a perfect time to hit the bars in town for
her next conquest. Sleep could wait till morning.

He was up and over at her place well after dark, and, before he had left
for the building next door, he had consulted with Desdemona how best to
deal with the situation; she had told him not to worry too much, and call
her as soon as possible, lest he ran the risk of getting screwed.
He rang the bell, and seconds later she opened the door, and let him in.
Almost instantly, she pressed him against the wall, riding up against him,
kissing him hard, sliding down to his crotch.
"Are you in a hurry or something ?" he asked her.
"No, but I just want you inside me now.", Zarfa panted.
"Then why not make ourselves comfortable ... bed, sofa, chair .. why here
in this cramped hallway ?"
She smiled, stood up, and pulled him into the large living room, then pushed
him backwards onto the large sofa, landing on top of him.
She pressed her lips against his, trying to find the fly of his pants with
one hand, using the other to stoke her lust by massaging her breasts.
She briefly let go, and he realized that unless he made his call, he would
be too late.
"You kiss great," he said, "almost as good as Desdemona."
"Who's that," she asked sarcastically, "your sister ?"
"Well, actually, that would be me."
Zarfa got up off him, and saw the large demoness casually lounging in one
of the chairs decorating the room.
"And who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my house ?"
While Zarfa's attention was distracted, he managed to wiggle out from under
her and retreat to the wall.
Desdemona smiled enigmatically but remained seated in the chair.
Zarfa turned around, and realizing her quarry wasn't where she left it, she
looked for him.
"Who is that, and how did she get in ?"
"Do you care ?"
"All I care for is your seed, not some freaky bitch who thinks it's frigging
Halloween sneaking into my place."
"That's your problem, you don't care. Frankly, I don't care either, though I
admit watching you was great."
"You've been fuckin' spying on me ?", Zarfa screamed.
"Ever since moving in three years ago."
"Well, nerdhead, I hope you enjoyed it, because you're not going to get any
of it. Get out and take that freakbitch with you!"
Quietly, Desdemona had gotten up and moved up behind Zarfa.
Only then did he fully appreciate just how large Desdemona was, he estimated
she was just shy of 7 feet tall, towering over the other woman.
"I don't like being called freakbitch.", she said softly, but instead of the
smooth silky voice she sounded darker, more threatening.
"It brings out the worst in me."
He saw her eyes flash glowing red as she wrapped her arms around the woman,
lifting her off the ground, one hand cupping, no, enveloping one of her
breasts, the other gripping her in the crotch.
She struggled to break free of the iron grip, screaming abuse, rape, murder
and hurling insults, until Desdemona managed to plant her lips squarely onto
the woman's. Desdemona winked at him.

Before his eyes he saw how the woman in Desdemona's arms changed.
First she wriggled and struggled, then she went limp in her arms.
Desdemona held the kiss for about one more minute, then let go, and the
woman crumpled to the ground like a rag doll.
"Is she dead ?", he inquired.
The succubus shook her head. "Just subdued."
"So what do we do now ?"
"Bring her to the bedroom."
"What about the curtains ? Everyone will see."
"They will see what they expect to see, regardless what really happens."
He picked her off the floor, carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom,
and unceremoniously, he dumped her on the bed.
Desdemona came in behind him, and sat down on the bed.
She snapped her fingers, waking the woman, who strangely made no move to
either resist or escape.
"What have you done to her?"
"As I told you, I subdued her. It makes my job easier, and yours too."
"My job ?"
"You weren't thinking you were going to be a bystander in this, were you ?"
"I wasn't aware I was going to be an active participant in this. Not that I
mind, but ..."
Desdemona threw him a mysterious look, then turned her attention to Zarfa.
She gently kissed her on the mouth, then moved down, kissing her on the
neck, then on her chest, down to her belly, and finally a deep, long kiss
on her crotch.
Retracing her path with her tongue, she went up until she got to her
breasts. She looked up and winked at him. "Watch this."
Flicking her tongue around and around the nipple, she brought it to full
attention, then continued, bringing it further and further up until her
entire aureola was a perfect half-sphere.
Studying the result for a moment she ran her hand over both breasts, softly
whispering something he couldn't quite make out.
Desdemona beckoned him over.
"Bring up her other nipple like I did this one."
Hesitantly, he stuck out his tongue and began to clumsily lap at the
nipple, getting no response, until Desdemona suggested he use the tip of
his tongue to run circles around and over it, which led to an immediate
result and full attention of the subdued woman's other nipple.
"Like this ?" he asked.
"You learn fast," she praised him.
"I have an excellent teacher."
She smiled, then became serious.
"You need to step back for a few now. You must stay in this room, but I
need some space to work in. Whatever happens, don't leave, don't worry and
above all don't interfere. You can talk to me, but you must not physically
interfere."
"Got it. Chair in the corner there safe enough ?"
She gauged the distance. "Safe enough. And one other thing: don't jack off,
because you might need to perform after I'm done."
"Got that too. Anything else ?"
"Yes. What do you get the biggest kick out of ? I can take a calculated
guess but I like to hear it from you personally."
"Boobs," he said without thinking, "the bigger the better."
"I already thought so. Well, sit tight, you're going to love this."

To a casual onlooker the scene in the bedroom appeared perfectly normal;
the inhabitant screwing the living daylights out of another barely-adult
male, using her full arsenal of techniques, moves and accesories.
What they could not divine was that is was a cleverly crafted illusion, a
reality that they expected to see, but which wasn't.
	Desdemona bent over one of the motionless woman's breasts and
gently touched the impossibly erect nipple with the tip of her tongue,
provoking an immediate reaction as the nipple further raised up and swelled
until it had doubled in size.
"Not bad," Desdemona said as she repeated the process on the other nipple.
"Most aren't this sensitive. This is going to be fun."
"What are you going to do ?" he asked.
"I'm going to prepare her body."
"What for ?"
"The next ritual, of course."
She again touched the nipples with her tongue, and again they doubled in
size, so that they covered the entire surface of the aureolae.
"That looks so weird.", he said laughing.
"If you think that's weird, you've seen nothing yet," she casually
commented as she changed position until her head was between the woman's
legs, which she pushed to either side.
Digging between the wet lips of her vagina she located the clitoris, and
gently ran her long, sensuous tongue over it, causing it to swell to the
size of a golfball.
"Good girl," Desdedemona said patronizingly, as she licked it again, then
took it between her lips, triggering another growth spurt that swelled it
to the size of a big banana.
"That's an interesting sight," he said, trying to keep a straight face.
"All in the interest of proper preparation," she said smiling, while she
repositioned until the banana clit was between her breasts.
Moaning words he didn't understand, Desdemona squashed her large, soft
breasts around the enormous clit, and began pumping them up and down,
alternately whispering and moaning strange words, until her movements
reached fever pitch, her moaning had turned to chanting, then the suddenly
stopped jacking her tits up and down, stopped chanting.
Desdemona got up, and he saw how her clit was now a massive, pulsing,
throbbing pole about the size of her upper arm, covered in veins, bumps
and strange protrusions he couldn't readily identify.
"What's _that_ ?" he asked, slightly afraid of the answer.
"That's a pump."
"Where did all the volume come from ? What's it for ?"
Winking at him again, she anwered "Black magic. What it's for, well ..."
Turning around so she faced him, Desdemona lowered herself on the enormous
pole, moaning loudly as it effortlessly slid between her perfectly shaped,
trim legs, straight up her bald pussy.
She was now squatting down, Zarfa's legs in front of her, which she held
down with her arms, the woman's body flat on the bed behind her.
He had a perfect view of Desdemona's large, soft swinging breasts as she
wiggled to get into the right position.
"Marvin, there's something you can do for me," she said.
"Which is ?"
"Warn me when she reaches the ceiling. I sometimes get a little overexcited
when doing this because I like it so much. And I think you will, too."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'll do as you ask."
"You'll be seeing in a few seconds."
She licked her lips, smiled a predator's smile at him, tensed her muscles,
readied herself, then in one smooth move she pulled out the pole from her
vagina and thrust it back in until her buttocks hit the woman's hips.
He didn't see any changes until the second thrust, which went accompanied
with a loud moan.
He saw the woman's breasts swell up a little, becoming rounder.
Three strokes, and her breasts were as large as Dana's plastic fantastics.
At the fourth stroke, they looked like ripe watermelons, still with those
strange looking nipples at the top.
Another stroke, and she surpassed the biggest pornstar with enough left
over to fill another's breasts to overcapacity.
Stroke six, and her breasts expanded into beachball size.
She briefly stopped and looked at him. "How big are they now ?"
"Why do you want to know ?"
"Because I have to make two strokes in rapid succession."
"Why ?"
"Because, for obvious reasons, I can't end at seven strokes."
"They're about beachball size."
Desdemona smiled. "Then there's not going to be a problem. Get ready."
She breathed deeply, concentrated, then, in rapid succession, she pumped up
and down twice, moaning loudly with each massive thrust, as her breasts
passed into the balloon size category, with her nipples, once again
surrounded by frisbee size aureolae, brushed against the ceiling.
"Oh my," he said, "I think she's grown a little."
Desdemona got up, the large, now limp, pole making a sucking noise as she
drew it out of her, before it plopped down on the bed.
She turned around to look at the result.
"Yes, it would appear she's gotten a little extra volume."
"You call this a little ?"
"Yeah, I remember when ... aw. later. There's work to be done."
A splintering sound announced the demise of the bed as the woman dropped
down about 2 feet, her enormously swollen boobs still standing erect and at
attention, but quivering like gelatine pudding.
Desdemona placed her hand on the limp pole between the woman's legs, spoke
one word and it shrank back to its original size before his eyes.
Next she murmured something and clapped her hands, causing the two breasts
to lose their erectness and sagging naturally, finally settling to the left
and right of the collapsed bed, with Zarfa in the middle.
"Wow," he mumbled.
"Wow indeed," Desdemona said. "Let's see how she reacts to the new her."
"You're going to wake her up ?"
"No need. She's been conscious and aware all the time. Now let's see how
she will react when she's able to."
"Do you really have to hear what insults she's going to hurl at you?"
"On second thought, forget it."
"So what's up next ?"
"One thing I have to do, then a few more alterations, some compulsory,
some your choice,and then it's your turn."
He looked at her questioningly.
"Only you can seal her fate. You're the master, remember. Don't worry, I'll
explain when I'm done."

Desdemona sat down on one of the massive breasts, straddling it between her
legs, the nipple located on its own dome between them, and first gently,
then harder and harder, she began riding the breast, which first appeared
passive, but both soon began pulsing and rippling as if they had a life of
its own, as she rode harder, faster and higher, clamping the nipple firmly
in her crotch and squeezing the breast between her legs in a rhythmic,
pulsating motion that rode back and forth from base to tip until eventually
she threw her head back and moaned loudly as both breasts slowly deflated
down to large beachball size without the nipples and aureolae shrinking,
but Desdemona's breasts grew more and more engorged and seemed to fill as
the breasts on the woman deflated
Finally she stepped off the breast, trailing traces of sticky fluid from
her crotch to the erect nipple she just had stepped off, and he couldn't
tell whom it originated from.
"I'm done so far," she said, weighing her own engorged breasts.
"Your turn to do your part, unless you want me to make her look different."
"What can you change on her ?"
"Everything."
"Can you make her boobs bigger ?"
"Sure, no problem. How big do you want them ?"
He indicated he wanted a pair of 5 feet long, 3 feet diameter sausage
shaped breasts, which Desdemona duly provided.
"I also want handholds," he said, and pointed to the nipples.
The succubus smiled "You're quite the horny devil," she said, and before
his eyes, the nipples bulged, contorted, and extended to three times their
length.
"It must be the company I keep," he quipped as he tried to think of 
something
to alter.
Desdemona smiled sweetly and blew him a hot kiss he felt on his cheek.
"Don't worry," he said, "I meant it as a compliment."
"Anything else you want, or ready to do your part ?"
"There's one more thing. Can you make her bigger ?"
"Even bigger boobs ?"
"No, bigger overall. Taller."
"I have to re-evaluate my opinion of you - not only are you a horny devil,
you're quite a kinky one too. How tall you want her ?"
"As tall as you are."
"Just her body ?"
"Everything."
"Doubly kinky."
The demoness walked over to the woman's head, took a deep breath, bent down
and placed her lips over the woman's, then exhaled.
As she did so, the woman's body convulsed, then grew unevenly until she had
grown from her 5ft 8in height up to a whopping seven feet tall.
"So, what do I have to do ?", he asked as he gazed at the giantess in front
of him, feeling a rock hard pole in his pants.
"Fuck her, as hard as you can."
He undressed, and having a hardon wasn't a problem in the presence of those
two pairs of enormous love orbs in the room.
He sat between the woman's legs and began thrusting into her.
"Harder," Desdemona said, fingering her own nipples.
He complied with her request, jamming his swollen dick harder into her
soft, wet pussy, pulling on the large swollen nipples, pumping her breasts
as much as he pumped his dick, while Desdemona sat down behind him, leaning
down over him, hanging her engorged breasts left and right besides him.
"Harder, Marvin, much harder," she crooned.
He rammed his dick in and out of her love hole, squeezing the nipples,
pulling harder, feeling the sausage boobs under them distend and swell as
he kept up the pace, thrusting with every bit of force he could muster,
feeling the silky soft succubus against his back, matching his thrusts with
her body, felt her massive breasts besides him, saw the woman's distended,
engorged boobs in front of him, losing their shape, becoming a pair of
formless monsters topped with dark red poles bigger than his dick.
Finally, he was ready to blow his load.
"Go on," she whispered in her ear, "Shoot your load inside her, give her
what she's got coming."
Finally he couldn't hold up anymore and he shot every bit of semen deep in
her big, soft, roomy pussy.
"Thank you master," Desdemona said, "I will take her now."
He stepped back, dropped down in the chair he'd sat in previously as the
succubus helped the inflated, subdued woman to her feet.
She moved behind her, using the same grip as before, one hand in her
crotch, the other under her solid, erect, swollen breast.
She shifted around till her own swollen breasts were comfortably hanging
to either side of her, then raised the breast she had her hand under to
her mouth and put the nipple in her mouth and closed her eyes.
She closed her mouth around the nipple and he saw how she started sucking,
and before his eyes he saw the woman deflate; first her legs, then her
arms, followed by her lower body, and while this was happening, Desdemona's
breasts slowly inflated and filled, until finally the woman's upper body
and head began falling in, and her proud breasts began to sag and deflate
until finally Desdemona let go of the deflated nipple she had in her mouth,
and held the empty envelope in her hands.
"That's it ?" He asked, looking in amazement at the remains.
"It can be," she said.
"Is there an alternative then ?"
"Not so much an alternative as another use."
"What do you mean ?"
"Well, what goes up, must come down, so," she put one of the deflated
nipples to her mouth, and she blew the skin up like a doll, exhaling as hard
as she could, making it end up all stiff and oversized; the woman had been
as tall as Desdemona, but the doll was easily twice that tall if it stood
upright, but she was floating horizontally above the succubus' head.
Desdemona let the air out again and casually slung it over her shoulder.
"See what I mean ?"
"Yeah. That was .. extraordinary."
"All in a night's work."
"Deal with stepdad and Dana tomorrow night then ?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"One request though."
"Yes ?"
"Can you do that to Dana too ?"
"What, the pump operation ?"
"No, no, the doll thing."
Desdemona broke out laughing.
"You like it ?"
"I thought that re-inflation was sort of hilarious and kinky, yes."
"I might. Let's get out of here first and we'll talk it over."
"Sounds like a plan. One thing though .."
"Yes ?"
"Uhm, shouldn't we be worried about forensics and evidence and stuff ?
I mean, if the police come and turn this place over .."
"They'll find nothing. We were never here, tonight never happened, and she
just disappeared."
"Got it. Let's get out of here .. uh, one last question."
"Yes ?", she said as the room around them shifted and they suddenly stood
in his secret room.
"Can I blow up that ... doll... too ?"
"No you can't. And besides, I'm going to need it for something else."
He wanted to ask another question about it, but the look in her eyes warned
him to drop the subject.
Morning was coming, so Desdemona bid him goodbye and, still with the
remains of the woman from across slung over her shoulder, departed, sinking
back in the center circle of the pentagram.

				### ###

He slept late, then got up, cleaned up the house in preparation for his
stepdad and Dana coming home; a quick trip to the local supermarket netted
him several slabs of beer, which he duly put in the fridge.
It was a peace offering, and also, a distraction that kept them away from
him so he could set everything up.
He slipped into their bedroom, although he had been strictly forbidden
from  entering it, and sifted carefully through the bedside drawers until
he found the master keys for all the cuffs and locks and replaced it with
an identical looking set of keys which didn't fit any of the locks.
He knew they would most likely come home late afternoon, drink beer, go
out to dinner at some local fastfood joint, drive to a bar were his
stepdad's shady friends hung out, then come home around midnight.
Since they probably hadn't had sex for the past two days, he guessed Dana
would demand they had some before sleep, and when that happened the entire
toy box they had would be used, because that's what turned Dana on.
He laughed inwardly. They would have a fit when Dana would try to unlock
the cuffs and padlocks, and would fail. It had happened before, and his
stepdad would start cursing and yelling at Dana, who would start bitching
back at him, while frantically trying to find the right key to get the
lock open.
He had noticed just how nervous she had been when she wasn't able to find
the right key, and he was going to exploit that to the maximum this time.
He used the rest of the day breaking down the gear in the secret room and
clearing out the mess he had accumulated there over time, realizing that
once his stepfather and Dana 'disappeared' he would have to get out of the
apartment, since he couldn't afford its upkeep, (he had wondered how his
surrogate parents were able to afford buying it in the first place) and the
blocked off room had to be accessed through an adjacent apartment, since
the walls to the hall and service shafts ran up to the roof, and there was
no way he could break those down quietly or unnoticed.
He was in his bedroom sorting through the few things he had when he heard
commotion at the front door. They were home. Now all he had to do was
stall their entry into the bedroom until after dark, and then the party
could start.

They had evidently gone out of town to some tourist trap, as they were
decked out in loud and  gaudy shirts, and hauling several big suitcases
with them.
"Marvin, we're H-O-O-O-O-MEE!!!" Dana screeched, and for a moment he swore
he could hear the glasses in the kitchen fracture.
"Had a nice time," he asked, hoping to divine where they had been.
"Fantastic!" his stepfather blurted out, obviously inebriated, as he
stumbled across the sill into the apartment dragging two big suitcases
and a duffel bag with him.
A warning bell rang in his head - they normally traveled on one suitcase
each, and he was sure he'd never seen the duffel bag before.
He would need to take a closer look at it as soon as possible.
"Here," he offered, "let me take that bag off your back."
Dana, who was obviously the least intoxicated, blocked his arm as he
tried to take the bag, and told him to take one of the suitcases instead.
He picked one of the cases, which turned out to be a lot lighter than he
had expected, and now really wondered what was so special about that bag.
He left them and their luggage in the room as they shooed him to his room.
The moment he heard the key turn in the lock on the door he knew that
whatever was in that bag had to be really important.
He sat down just behind the door and tried to hear what they were talking
about, but they spoke in hushed voices, and he couldn't make out what they
were saying, but it was clear they were pretty pleased with themselves.
Pretty soon afterwards he heard the door to the fridge open and close,
followed by the sound of beer tins being opened.
He waited until he had heard four pairs of tins hit the living room floor,
followed by a rustling noise he couldn't identify, then footsteps leading
away from the living room, followed by Dana giggling, his stepfather
laughing, and finally, the front door closing.

Without wasting any time he opened one of his desk drawers and retrieved
the spare key he had managed to have made just for these occasions, and
unlocked the door.
His attention instantly went to the duffel bag lying on the sofa in the
living room, but he controlled his curiosity for now and doublechecked
they were really out, and when he saw the old banger they drove was gone,
he knew they were out for their evening routine.
He retraced his steps to the living room, carefully stepped over the empty
beer cans, drawn to the duffel bag like a moth to flame, and opened it.
It was filled to the brim with cash.
	Quickly he retied the cord on the bag, and walked to the other side
of the room, where both suitcases were standing. He opened one, and saw why
it had felt so light. It contained a shotgun, black coveralls, army boots,
a balaclava and a pair of black gloves, as well as a box of ammunition and
two small bags with toilet articles.
He retreated to his room after carefully closing the suitcase, wiping his
fingerprints off the handle and the locks, locked the door and sat down on
the bed contemplating what he'd just seen.
Somehow he couldn't imagine either, or both, of them to be hardened
criminals capable of robbing any place for a huge amount of money - though
it somehow did make sense - his stepfather's shady friends, the large amount
of money he waved around and spent, the sudden divorce that had left his
mother with a huge settlement in cash, but part of the deal had been he had
to go live with his stepfather, who had lavished him with gifts, so at
first he hadn't thought any ill of it, until the night Dave had come in
piss-drunk and had used him as a punching bag.
He recalled they had been tight on cash for a few months after that, until
after he had gone out of town, when he had returned with Dana - only she
had been much less curvaceous then.
He began making the connection why they had neither newspaper nor TV as
well - so he couldn't make the connection either, and why he had to report
any time he wanted to go somewhere.
He felt little remorse about the fate he was condemning them both to,
after all, they weren't relatives, and, he admitted to himself he didn't
care much about either of them.

				### ###

Night had fallen, and he was still home alone, locked in his room, when he
heard the front door opening, and his stepfather and Dana come in, singing
loudly, laughing, but obviously sober, as neither sounded slurry or was
bouncing off the walls like they did when the beer had flowed.
He had to give them credit - all this time he'd taken them for rednecks,
but apparently they were much smarter than he'd given them credit for.
It figured, he thought, that they were sober, since Dana probably wanted
to have sex, and alcohol and sex didn't mix very well.
He heard them rummage around the living room, probably stashing the duffel
bag and the suitcases in their bedroom, he thought.
He looked at the bundle of keys in his hands. Their fate, he thought.
I'm holding their fate in my hands. Literally. He closed his fist around
the keychain, climbed up on the bed and slipped the keys on one of the
ceiling tiles, closing up the ceiling behnd him.
He was lying on the bed, thinking when to call Desdemona, when the key
crunched in the lock and the door opened.
Dana was standing there, her slender body silhouetted against the light
from the hallway, parts of her ludicrously silicone-filled overstacked
chest visible to either side of her.
He pretended to wake up, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.
"What's up ?" he asked innocently.
"Nothin', Marvie", she said, "except sorry 'bout locking you in hon, but
we have our own little secrets, ya know ?"
Of course, he thought. Except your little secrets aren't as secret as you
might think, while he fantasized about her rock solid bra-busting breasts.
"Well, I'm gonna leave ya alone now .. me and yer dad .."
"He's not my father."
Dana paused, smiled evilly, then continued.
"Me and yer dad are goin' to have us a little fun - and don't ya dare to
come in or I'll show ya what my idea of punishment is."
"I don't care. Just don't make as much noise as last time so I can read."
"Hon, we'll make all the noise we want to."
Dana smiled, then turned around, walking back to the living room, swaying
her tight ass side to side to tease him.
He let the insult and the tease slide, and waited till they both had gone
to their private bedroom before climbing into his secret room to call the
succubus and relate to her his preparations.

Desdemona sat cross-legged in the pentagram and listened as she filled him
in of the day's events.
She nodded approvingly as he told her about the key switch.
"There's something I think you should know about Dana though," he said.
"I'm listening."
"She's got silicone tits."
"Fake tits ?"
"Yeah ... implants under the skin to make them bigger. When Dave .. my
stepfather first brought her here, she was nearly as flat as a board.
Right now, I think she's got 60-24-34 sizes. It just looks ludicrous. They
stick out straight ahead and to her sides."
"But you're turned on by them, aren't you ?"
"Yeah. Although I don't dare touch them - those things are so hard she
could probably knock someone out with them if she wanted to."
"Interesting bit of information indeed," Desdemona said smiling, a wicked
plan forming in her head.
"They've gone to the bedroom about half an hour ago ... if they follow
their usual pattern, they first take a shower, both to get clean and to sex
each other up, then they go into the bedroom to tease, then she'll lock him
on the bed."
"You seem quite familiar with their actions"
"They're not especially quiet about it. I can sometimes hear them going at
it from here - and a little creative spying with mirrors and fiber optics
allowed me to fill in the rest."
"Kinky."
"I guess it will be another hour or so before they notice they don't have
the right keys to unlock all the stuff they have in there. If you don't
want him to be trussed up completely we'll have to go in before that."
"Oh, I don't mind," she said, "I can make something of every situation."
"Of course. You're a succubus."
"And don't you forget it."
"By the way, what have you done with .." he indicated the building across.
"What I do with my victims is none of your business, but let's say I put
her to good use, OK."
"Sorry I asked."
"No problem. Please don't bring it up again."
"Sorry again."
She smiled benevolently, then got serious.
"Really, don't ask a succubus what she does with those she takes, she
might  show you - and you can't get any return tickets."

She was dressed in a tight black outfit that barely covered her body, in
fact, it seemed to only enhance and emphasize her body, from the corset
that pinched her waist, and ended with a pair of huge half-cups, which
overflowed with the mass of her full, luscious red breasts, down to her
groin, where the stretched fabric promised a large opening capable of
sucking in any size penis, with rippling muscle surrounding it, promising
the ability to squeeze every last bit of lust from anyone.
Her large, firm buttocks were bare, with only a thin strip of fabric
splitting them apart.
Her lower legs were encased in a pair of stiletto-heeled black boots made
from the same hugging black fabric as her outfit, and as she got up he saw
they added well over another foot to her already impressive height.
"Talk about dressed to kill," he said, looking up at her breasts, which
were straining to escape from their black fabric basins.
"It's all about giving people what they want, isn't it ?"
"Except you're about to give them more than they bargained for."
"Much more. And you'll be there to see it all."
"Yes, that could be a problem."
"How so ?"
"The moment I try to enter their room, Dana will be all over me, or she'll
simply lock me out, or she'll push the door closed and lock it, not to
mention the screaming abuse Dave will throw at me. Any suggestions ?"
Desdemona snapped her fingers and a large black chair rose up out of the
pentagram and she sat down, crossed her legs and thought.
"Is there anything they would let you in for while they're busy ?"
"I'm not even allowed to enter the room when they're away."
"Pretty paranoid."
"It figures if they indeed keep their loot and gear hidden there. Can't
you go in first ?"
"Oh, I could, but then you would have to release me from your control,
and  somehow I don't think you trust me enough to do that."
"You'd turn around and have me in less than an instant."
"You bet I would. I can help you gain entry, but I can't enter first."
"And you can't knock them out or subdue them unless you are in side."
"Exactly. So you'll have to figure a way to get in. Once you do, I'll take
care of the rest."
While he was talking to her he spied the hide-bound book on the shelf and
an idea began to form.
"Any way I gain entry is good ?"
"Just get that door open, step over the sill, and I'm right behind you."
"I'll call you in the living room when I'm ready, OK ?"
Desdemona nodded assent, and sank down into the circle, still seated.
	He walked over to the book and leafed through it, looking for
ways to deal with obstacles and doors, paging back and forth, unwilling
to summon something to break down the wall, because then he had to
control it and prevent it from damaging what he'd promised to Desdemona.
He went back to the beginning of the book, which talked about the basics
of the art, and found that opening a door or 'any other trivial physical
activity able to be performed by hand or foot' could be done by force of
will alone by those able understand the book.
Testing that assertion, he put the book open on the window sill, closed
his eyes, and concentrated hard on the book floating in front of his face.
Just when he was about to give up, something hit his nose, and to his
amazement, when he opened his eyes, the book floated in front of him.
He thought about turning a page, and the page turned.
Holding out his hands, he took the book, closed it, and put it back.
climbing to his bedroom he decided to test his newfound skill on his own
bedroom door, lest he be embarassed in front of the succubus.
He stared at the doorknob, willing the door to open.
It turned and the door opened. Next he willed it to remain full open, and
then tried closing it. Only when he released his will was he able to move
the door.
	Secure in the knowledge he could control the door, he went to the
living room and called her.
She appeared in her usual way, rising up out of the floor, with the floor
rippling like it was water.
She listened for a few and smiled "They're going at it hard."
"Real hard."
"Figured out the door."
"I think so. Ready ?"
"Whenever you are. Remember, both your feet must be across the sill."
He stepped forwards and knocked on the door, turned the knob.
The moment he cracked the door, Dana was on the other side, pushing it
shut, shouting him to go away; he concentrated on flinging the door open
to its stop and keeping it there, and the door suddenly swung on its
hinges, throwing Dana back into the room, an he quickly stepped over the
sill of the door, into the forbidden room, followed by the large demoness
who had to duck under the door.
The scene inside the room shocked and revolted him.
Dave was tied to the bed, naked, with a hood over his face, leaving him
unable to see or speak, but he was yanking the chains, mumbling something;
Dana was dressed in a skintight black latex outfit stretched over her
body, especially her outsize fake tits, zippered up the sides of her
body, reaching down to a skirt that ended about her mid-thighs.
She had been holding a fake pussy in her hand and had been using it on
his stepfather.
The more he drank in the scene, the more comical it got, until he finally
broke out laughing.
Desdemona had stepped back into the shadows and cloaked herself, waiting
to pounce on Dana.
Dana picked herself up off the floor "What the fuck are you doing in
here, you know this place's off-limits to you," she screamed, picking up a
nasty looking whip off chair and getting ready to hit him with it.
Instinctively he ducked, but he needn't have, the moment Dana cracked the
whip, it suddenly coiled around her, becoming a trap instead of a weapon,
as Desdemona stepped out of the shadows, smiling at the scene.
Dana was still standing, her arms pinned to her sides as the whip coiled
around her, binding her tight. She gasped at he sight of the apparition
stepping out of the shadows and wanted to scream, but before she could,
the butt end of the whip snapped around, knocking her cold.
"Smooth move," Desdemona said.
"It was all I could think of. Nice trick with the whip."
"I didn't do that. You did. You're much better at this than you think."
Desdemona studied the tied up form of Dave and smiled. She snapped her
fingers, and her clothing contracted, then literally exploded off her.
She bent down to Dave's struggling form and slid her fingertips from the
base to the tip of his cock, breathing softly on the head.
The change was imminent, as he stopped struggling and his dick went from
flacid to hard instantly.
Next she ran her hand over his body, and as she did so, his breathing
changed from ragged to relaxed.
She slid her hand up his chin, cupped it, and kissed Dave on the mask
where his mouth would be, and held her kiss for a few seconds.
When she let go, the part of his mask under her lips was gone, and he
could breathe and speak freely.
She indicated to Marvin he should be quiet, that he should take a seat
and watch. He pointed at Dana, she indicated he needn't worry.
Then she began kissing Dave on the chest.
"Oh god, Dana, that feels so good," he moaned.
Suddenly, the joke of what was happening hit him, and he had trouble
suppressing his laughter. Talk about getting fucked, he thought.
Desdemona descended down his body until she got to his erect dick, then
gently began kissing the shaft and his balls as his erection got even
harder and more solid.
She kept kissing the shaft until Marvin was sure his stepfather was ready
to blow his load, but somehow Desdemona managed to prevent him from doing
so, and she kept up the pace, softly stroking his body, licking and kissing
his swollen dick, and all Dave could do was jubilate Dana for it.
Marvin saw Dana waking up, and thinking quickly, he grabbed a gag from a
chair and quickly put it on her, pulling her upright in a chair, where she
watched with wide eyes as Desdemona expertly worked over Dave's dick.
She sat down between his legs, whispering soft words, then put her huge,
soft breasts on either side of his dick and compressed them against it,
sending Dave into what he thought was heaven. She started softly chanting,
then began moving her breasts up and down, felt the shaft between them grow
and geting ready for her.
Dana saw how the large red figure on the bed used her breasts on Dave's
dick, saw how it grew to absolutely enormous size, and despite her fear and
anger she felt her pussy drip with anticipation.
Desdemona continued massaging and swelling the cock until it was all of two
feet long and well over 3 inches in diameter.
She saw Dana was awake, gagged and absolutely writhing in pleasure as she
watched the scene in front of her. Marvin's really good, she thought.
This made what she was about to do only better, screwing the guts from this
guy in front of his woman, with her watching, and then starting on her.
"Wouldn't it be fair to let her on that ?" he asked indicating Dave's dick
and then pointing to Dana.
"Possibly," Desdemona answered. "Except I don't think it'll fit."
Dana vigorously nodded that it would fit in her, so Desdemona beckoned her
over, picked her up, Dana spread her legs wide, the succubus whispered
something, and the dick swelled to over three feet long, 5 inch diameter,
then Desdemona put Dana down on it, and pushed her down.
Dana's eyes grew wide, and a guttural scream came from Dave, as the demoness
cruelly forced Dana down, until about half of Dave's monster dick had gone
into Dana, and she was precariously balancing on the rest.
"Told you it wouldn't fit," she said lightly.
Marvin swallowed down his bile and paled at the sight, feeling weak,
dropping back in the chair he had just gotten up out of.
"Keep watching," Desdemona commanded him.
Desdemona next ran her hands over Dana's latex outfit, and the arms fused
to the body, leaving her unable to move them, then she pulled away the now
useless whip and removed the gag.
She gently cradled Dana's boobs in her hands.
"So you like big, hard boobs don't you ?"
Dana, speechless at the burning feeling forcing her legs apart, nodded.
"You want to have the biggest, hardest, meanest boobs in the world, right ?"
She hesitated, then Desdemona squeezed her boobs a little.
"You want it, don't you ? I know you want it."
Dana still hesitated, afraid to admit, so the demoness squeezed harder,
bringing tears to her eyes.
"I can feel you want them. You want boobs so big, so hard, so mean, so
intimidating everybody will be in awe of you, don't you ?"
She weakly nodded, and Desdemona increased the pressure again, deforming
her latex-encased breasts so they were now two rockets pointing straight
ahead. "You do, don't you ?"
"Oh god, yes, I do," Dana screamed, "I want them, I want the biggest,
baddest, meanest, hardest, fucking best tits in the whole fucking world!"
"You'll have them. Right now."
Desdemona let go of her tits, lifted her off Dave's dick, put her next to
the bed, and immediately, her boobs began growing under the latex outfit,
stretching forwards, outwards, and upwards into the latex, then out of it
as it stretched beyond its limits, and Marvin watched in rapt fascination
how one of the side zippers suddenly ripped apart and two huge masses of
breasts spilled out to that side, until the other zipper failed, and the
whole mass jerked in the other direction, growing, always growing, first
one side, then the other, then a part of the front would bulge outwards,
then the rest would follow to match the unsteady, bulging masses leading
the expansion.
Her nipples, first nearly invisible because of skin stretch due to the
implants suddenly darkened and rapidly spilt across the front face of her
monster boobs, which kept expanding away from her body, while Desdemona
watched in gratification, leaning on Dave's dick.
Eventually her boobs stopped growing, but they were now perfectly
elliptical masses pointing at 45 degrees away from her body, 5 feet long
and 4 feet diameter at the thickest part, tapering to a pair of distended
and engorged nipples at the tip, surrounded by a 2 feet diameter over half
spherical aureolae, they were over a foot long and half that thick.
Dana, now nude, her outfit shredded in the process stood speechles behind
her new cleavage, stared at it, a few tears spilt out of her eyes, then all
she could do was scream.
"Still not content ?" Desdemona mocked.
All Dana was able to do was let out brief screams of horror, totally unable
to understand what had happened to her while she leaned forwards on the
tips of her breasts, while bracing herself against falling over using her
legs, giving her the appearance of having four legs.
"Wow," Marvin mumbled.
Desdmona pointed at them, "Now, if those two aren't the biggest, baddest,
meanest, hardest, fucking best tits in the world.."
"Then what ?"
"Then I'll have to make them bigger, harder, meaner and better."
"They sure don't look mean enough to me," Marvin quipped.
A sadistic smile curled around the demoness' lips.
"You're right. Let's fix that, and then get back to business."
Dana shook her head in panic, eyes wide in abject terror as Desdemona laid
her hand on one of her rock hard tits and spoke a few words.
Immediately, her breasts began shaking and trembling, like a great
earthquake, and to eiter side of her nipples on each breast, the skin began
darkening and bulging, bulging and contorting into a new aureola, on top of
which grew a large nipple. When the four new nipples had reached the same
size and shape of the original two, and Dana had closed her eyes to avoid
seeing it, the aureolae stretched outwards briefly, then contracted to their
former size and shape, but extending her nipples by a few inches.
Feeling the rhythmic motion in her boobs, Dana looked and saw how each
pulse lengthened her nipples, and the longer they got, the faster they grew.
Two of them coiled around her breasts, the tips ending up on either side of
her face, spraying milk at her, the outer two snaked around and began
pushing up her backside, the inner two had snaked upwards and were making
headway into her stretched pussy.

While Dana turned into her own sextoy, Desdemona brought Dave's dick back
to full erection, and while Dana was watching, her face sprayed with her
own milk, Desdemona slid the huge shaft effortlessly inside her, and she
heard Dave moan in approval as the succubus began pumping up and down
fucking his essence out, and with each thrust, his balls seemed to swell
as the rest of his body atrophied, leaving a dessicated shell behind while
she collected his essence in his balls, until all that was left of him was
an empty husk, a pair of massively swollen balls at the base of his cock.
Dana watched in horror, Marvin in amazement, as Desdemona put her hands
under her breasts and began chanting.
Moments later, she threw her head back, and her breasts surged forwards
over Dave's form, his balls rapidly shrinking, she stopped thrusting,
instead moving her ass rhythmically from side to side to get every last bit
of his essence.
Finally, her breasts now nearly as large as Dana's, she got up, leaving
the empty husk on the bed.
	Closing her eyes, Desdemona absorbed the essence, her breasts
slowly shrinking back down to a more useful size while Dana was still in
the throes of her six nipples fucking her up the ass, up the pussy and
trying to get into her mouth.

Marvin stared in fright and amazement at what remained of his stepfather,
realizing that could have been him.
Desdemona nodded, confirming his thought.
"So what do we do with her ?", he asked, pointing to Dana.
"Start over I think. She's gotten what she wanted, perhaps not how she
wanted it, but that's not my concern - now it's time I got what I wanted,
and you get what you want."
With that, she clapped her hands and Dana collapsed to the ground, back at
the size she was before she busted out.
Before she chould get up and flee the room, Desdemona picked her up, put
one hand in her crotch, one under one breast and kissed Dana hard; as she
did so, Dana's eyes glazed over and she ceased her resistance.
The demoness put her down, then started walking over to the bed to collect
the remains of Dave.
"Can I touch her ?" Marvin asked.
"Sure, for all I care right now, you stick your dick in her, just don't
yet fuck and orgasm in her," she said, then murmured something and Dave's
remains disappeared in a cloud of bright red smoke.
"That's strange," Marvin said, feeling and squeezing Dana's breasts, "I
always thought her tits would be harder."
"Maybe it's because of these ?" Desdemona said while she held two bags of
silicone in her hand.
"How ... ?"
"First thing I did when I squeezed them. I don't like working on fakies."
She put the bags on the table then guided Dana to the bed.
"Same procedure as yesterday ?"
"Actually no, I'm going to do something different. No less kinky, and yes,
you still have to do your part when I'm done."
"Not that I mind if it'll be the same. Last time was rather fun."
"This time it'll be even better. Trust me."
The large demoness picked up Dana and put her on the bed, locking her
ankles and wrists in the cuffs that had held Dave before.
She next straddled Dana, growing her breasts to about pillow size, next
her nipples grew, and kept growing till they were thee inches across with
a large central valve. She bent down, and placed each of her nipples over
those of Dana, then looked back at him and smiled.
"Direct injection," he inquired.
"Precisely."
"No need to count strokes, I presume."
"Indeed. The only problem with this method is I have to stretch as much as
she does. Not that I mind, it's more of an inconvenience. But a kinky one."
He saw Desdemona's left breast briefly swell up, then saw how Dana's breast
attached to it bulged up as Desdemona's deflated, then the procedure
repeated itself on the other side, evening her out.
"That looks really weird," he said.
"It's only a startup," she said, "Once I get going it's a smooth trip up."
The process repeated itself once more, and he saw how Dana's boobs had
grown to a pair of beachballs in the meantime, saw Dana's nipples stretch
out those of the succubus.
She paused briefly, then raised her arms and began softly chanting, and as
she did so, Dana's tits began their wobbly ascent, Desdemona's nipples
stetching out more and more over Dana's growing love knobs, but instead of
the breasts going straight up, they went sideways, Desdemona's tits
stretching sideways with them but not inflating, until she reached the
limits of the room, her own tits looking like a pair of hoses with grossly
distended nipples that followed the contours of Dana's.
Effortless she popped her nipples off the woman's, and he had to msile and
shake his head as he saw her nearly empty, hose-like breasts with the huge
nipples at the end.
"Come here for a second," she called.
He did as he was asked to.
"Do me a favor, pick up my breast on that side, will you ?"
He eyed her suspiciously, but did as he was asked.
The moment he picked up the empty hoselike boob, it inflated, curled around
him and pulled him in towards her.
"Hey, I thought it looked hilarious. I didn't mean anything negative with
that smile," he protested.
He felt her breast snake away from him and saw it contract to a round shape,
then grow back into the familiar full figure he came to know of her.
"And I," she said smiling, "thought it was hilarious to see you squirm for
a second."
With that she stepped off the bed, told him to to sit down again, punched
one of Dana's tits so they both rippled and quivered from tip to tip, and
reached up to pull down one of her massive tubular nipples, and climbed
on top of it so it rested between her legs.
"What're you going to do ?" he asked, "it almost looks like you're going
to ride her like a bronco."
"Not a bad idea," she said, "I like it. But first I have to get comfy."
She bent forwards until he was lying flat on the nipple, stretched her legs
and hooked them deep into Dana's enormous mass of soft breast.
Next, she held onto the nipple and rocked backwards, toppling the entire
mass one way so the huge nipple pointed straight up.
"Now watch this," she said while she got up and unsteadily stood on top of
the enormous soft boob, while spreading her legs.
She sat down on top of the 2-foot thick nipple then moved around a little,
checking she was sitting right.
"You're going to insert that into you ?"
"Of course."
"How ?"
"I'm a succubus. Everything fits in me."
With those words she moaned, and to his amazement he saw her cunt lips grow
and grow, and extend all the way around the enormous nipple, sucking it
inside of her. He saw how her body shifted to accomodate the massive post,
saw her clitoris swell and bulge, saw her rub it frantically as the huge
post got sicked deeper and deeper inside her, until finally she had the
entire length inside her and she was half-sitting, half-lying on top of
the domed aureolae.
"So much," she panted, "I love it."
She began rocking the boob back and forth, a grotesque imitation of a
thrust atop the enormous balloon boob, as it began deflating, and her own
breasts rapidly began filling up, distending and expanding, until all
he could se was two huge red orbs topped by jet black domes with knobs on
top of them.
"Too much," she crooned.
"Are you OK ?" he asked worriedly, rooted to the chair.
In response, the two dark red balloons began deflating, and Desdemona
appeared from behind them with a huge smile on her face.
"Yeah, I'm feeling great. That was one hell of a ride."
"Better than the hells you know ?"
"Much better."
"My turn ?"
"Indeed it is."
"Same as before, I get to choose some alterations ?"
"Anything you want. Start with the boobs ?"
"No, let's take the overall package first."
"Bigger ?"
"Right on."
"My size ?"
"No. Bigger."
"Oh, bigger. How much bigger ?"
"Make her stretch from one end of the room to the other ?"
He wasn't finished speaking or Dana was swelling in his direction,
snapping the cuffs around her ankles and wrists, and within seconds
she was literally filling the room from one end to the other
with her massive body.
"She's going to be tough to fuck for you," Desdemona commented.
"Slightly oversize cunt ?"
"Very much so," she pointed to the huge slit between her massive legs.
"Perhaps this was a bit much then."
"No problem. My size then ?"
"Sounds good to me."
"What's next ?"
"Ass."
"Why ? You get off on that too ?"
"No, but she was teasing me with it earlier."
Desdemona laughed. "Vengeful, horny, kinky, if I didn't know any better,
I'd doubt your humanity."
With a snap of the finger Dana's buttocks expanded into large pillows
spreading her legs and supporting her crotch.
"And finally," he said, "her boobs."
"How do you want them ?"
"Almost same as last time."
"What do you want different."
"Can you make them silicone-hard and swell more when I fuck her ?"
Before his eyes he saw Dana's tits turn into a pair of massive torpedo's
sporting a pair of pinkish rocket nipples ready for blastoff.
"As hard as I can, right ?"
"And then some."
He sat down between her legs and stuck his hard dick in her pussy,
concentrating on his hardon, feeling how he penetrated her ever deeper.
"Be careful," Desdemona warned, "you haven't learned how to properly
reverse changes to yourself."
He stopped concentrating and made his first thrust into Dana, sending her
boobs flying. When they came to rest he grasped her nipples, braced, and
thrust again, seeing one of Dana's hard breasts develop a growth lump on
one side. He thrust again, and saw a similar lump on the other one.
Again, and her breasts surged forwards with bulges under her nipples.
Then he stopped caring or noticing, invited Desdemona to sit behind him,
and began thrusting at Dana's pussy as hard, fast and ferocious as he
could, losing grip on her thick, hard nipples as they swelled past them,
slamming the pussy, with the succubus behind him crooning in delight,
until he could hold no more, and blew his entire load deep within.
He felt her presence behind him lift "One moment, please." he said.
"Take your time, I'm not in a hurry." she said.
He waited till the throbbing feeling in his dick had gone down, then
closed his eyes and concentrated on returning to normal, and finally
he felt himself popping out of Dana.
"Very good," Desdemona said, "you seem to have an instinctive grasp on
how to do that. Most get stuck with the results."
"Permanently ?"
"Until they either master the technique, kill themselves, or sacrifice
themselves to a succubus."
He got off Dana and went back to the chair to see the final act in their
carnal play.
"Going to do the same to her as the bitch across ?"
"Exactly."
Instead of holding Dana upright, however, Desdemona walked to one of the
projecting nipples near the wall of the room and took it into her mouth.
He watched in rapt fascination as Dana's form slowly deflated; her legs,
her arms, her body and head, and finally, her breasts began falling in and
deflating, until only the empty shell was left.
"Delicious," Desdemona said while she rubbed her inflated breasts.
"That's the end of it ?"
"Almost, first let me clean up this mess."
She intoned a few words, then the entire husk slowly disappeared from view.
"What do we do with these," he asked, pointing to Dana's implants.
"You can keep them as a trophy."
"I don't want them, and I can't throw them away either, because that might
lead to inconvenient questions later."
Desdemona thought for a moment, then smiled.
"If you're willing to expend one wish, I can get rid of them for you."
"Steep price."
"My mistake. I meant to say, I can make something useful out of them."
"Like what ?"
"Would you like two dolls, one of Dana and one of the bitch from across ?"
"Make it two of Dana, I kinda liked how she looked, and it's a deal."
"Then that's wish one of your reward."
"Wait. Can I have them in different versions or is that going to cost me
my other wish ?"
"No it won't. How did you want them ?"
"One as Dana with her 60-24-34 size, one as she looked when I fucked her."
"Deal."
She took the implant bags in her hands, one in each, chanted something, and
they shifted into two large pinkish packets.
"Here's your two inflatable Dana dolls. Version one and two."
"Thank you."
"These are not regular dolls, though," she warned.
"Don't wash in water warmer than 30 degrees ?"
"Very funny. No, they're InfiniFlates."
"Meaning ?"
"There is no limit to how big you can inflate these."
"But eventually the inside pressure will prevent further pumping, right ?"
"Wrong. As I said, there is no limit to how big you can inflate them, and
these don't conform to the regular rules of physics."
"Awesome. Thank you."
"So, what do you want for your second wish ?"
"The ability to sexually perform anytime, to be able to orgasm and cum as
many times as I want."
She shook her head. "I can't do that."
"Why not ?"
"Because that would make you equal to an Incubus, and they hate it when a
mortal can match them for performance. If you thought succubi were
vengeful, trust me, we're nothing compared to an incubus out for revenge."
"Do I have to make my second wish now, or can it wait ?"
"It can wait. But you have to make it in my presence."
"OK. See you tomorrow then ?"
Desdemona bent down and kissed him.
"Why not now, lover ?"
"Because I'm spent."
"I'm sure I can get a full load out of you."
"Yes, but, am I going to survive that ?"
"Probably not."
"That's what I mean. See you tomorrow, Desdemona."
She kissed him and sank through the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED ?



			HOT SUMMER TALES
			Part 1: Hell hath no Fury
			By: JB/NL

It was a warm evening at the end of a long hot summer.
Zarfa was lying on her bed, fantasizing about the next guy ... well, boy,
she was going to conquer, screw to kingdom come, and then abandon,
preferably in public, and preferably deriding his sexual performance in
front of large number of people.
She ran her hands over her trim body, from her shaved snatch over her flat
stomach up over her full, rounded breasts, each capped by a hard, erect
nipple that felt real good when she ran her fingers over them, so much so
even, that  she did so a couple times just for the feeling.
Getting up from her messy bed, she walked over to her closet, and began
looking  through her skimpy outfits deciding what to wear.

Marvin was spying at her apartment through a high-power telescope hidden
in a forgotten room, quietly enjoying her nude form walking around the
apartment, seeing her bounce her breasts, finger herself ... hell,
sometimes he even got a private dildo show - she never bothered with
curtains anyway.
Oh, he knew of her obsession with young guys, knew how she'd pick them up
with  promises of all the sex they could handle and more, and how she was
going to  show him what a real woman was and all, and how she would dump
them in public, deriding them, ridiculing them, and in one extreme case,
even pressing rape  charges against one who had dared to stand up to her.
	He had often considered following her and trying to ingratiate
himself to her, but he was fearful of the treatment he'd get the morning
after, when she would turn from nymphomaniac to frigid bitch.
If only, he thought, if only there was a way to screw her without any of
the consequences.

He got up from his silent vigil and looked around the room.
It used to be a storage room, but in another round of remodelling about
five years earlier, the room had accidentally been walled up and forgotten.
He had stumbled on it by accident, when he was exploring the building when
he had come to live there with his stepfather, and later his new
girlfriend, trying to find a place to be away from them - when his
stepfather got drunk, he often hit him, and the woman he brought into the
house when he had divorced his mother wasn't any better. She was a cold,
calculating bitch that knew how to get anything she wanted from his
stepfather - whether that be sex, money, jewelry or favors, courtesy of
his shady 'friends'.
Well, Marvin thought, at least she looks damn good, he couldn't blame his
stepfather's choice on that point; she was tall, slender, and like the
woman he spied on in the other building, she had large, round breasts,
only hers were artificial - a gift from his stepfather, and he was sure
the woman in the other  building was all-natural.

He looked around the old storeroom, which he had since converted into his
private escape room, complete with hidden entrance, and wondered what
tonight  might bring other than a chance to view the nympho from the other
building screw the life out of some guy ...
Getting up from his observation seat, he sighed.
Pretty soon he would have to leave his sanctuary to go back to his own
bedroom, where he probably would be receiving some strikes from his drunk
stepfather, as well as the scathing, sneering comments from his bitch,
before she would drag him off to their bedroom to have sex. He had managed
to spy on them a few times, and although he had suspected it, he had been
shocked to find out they were both into soft-SM, and she was the dominant
factor in their sex games.
When they were busy, though, they wouldn't drop in on him, and when they
were done they would either go out for more drink, or they would fall
asleep and not wake before morning, leaving him free to go back to his
secret hideout.

She glided through the crowd, reveling in the heads turning her way,
reveling in the disapproving looks of other women, trying to find a victim
for the night, another living, breathing cock-carrier to let loose her
infinite lust on, safe in the knowledge that none could satisfy her, that
none could ever dominate or surpass her.
She found her mark in a student's bar. She smiled at him. He bought her a
drink. She came to sit next to him. God, she thought, it's so easy, they
are so predictable, so hopeless, so innocent. I love it.
Ten minutes later she had him wrapped all around her finger, and despite
his friends warning him, he willingly left with her, completely under her
spell, bound to him by the promise of sex, of love, of satisfaction. Hah.

He had quietly returned to his bedroom through the secret door hidden
above the ceiling tiles, and had braced himself for the inevitable series
of blows he would receive from his drunk stepfather.
Instead, he heard them make preparations for a bar-crawl with some friends,
guzzling beer and pretzels, drinking up enough courage to stay out all
night to only return early in the morning to sleep through the day.
Perfect, he thought.
He waited until they had left, then returned to his secret room and peered
through his telescope, and sure enough, she was back, leading another guy
into her bedroom.
Marvin half-undressed and fantasized it was him in that bedroom as she
undressed and kissed the guy hard on the lips, riding her body up against
him, expertly unzipping the fly on his pants and taking out his cock.
	She hunkered down on her knees, looked up at him and asked in a
husky voice, "Ever had a blowjob, sweetheart ?"
Nervously, the guy shook his head.
"You're about to have one you'll never forget, honey."
Oh no, he wouldn't forget. She was already busy deciding where and how she
was going to dump him even as she took his dick in her mouth.
He watched as she gave the guy a blowjob to get him primed for the rest of
the night.
Knowing she would spend the next ten to fifteen minutes teasing him, he got
up and decided to read up on an old book he'd found in a downtrodden old
shop on one of his long jaunts around town, looking for ways to avoid his
caretakers - the shop, with its dilapidated front and strange window filled
with all kinds of strange items, its dark, gloomy candle-lit interior, with
incense burning, it kind of attacted him.
It looked really old and well ... gnarly .. with its strange hide covers,
its runic symbols on the outside and its parchment pages written in an
ancient language; even though he couldn't make head or tail of the text, it
did have some cool pictures and diagrams of all kinds of strange and wicked
looking rites from less-civilized times.
	Zarfa led her victim around to the bed, told him to undress as she
was going to treat him to a little show, and as he undressed she took a
monster dildo from her under her bed, turned it up as high as it would go
and pushed it entirely into her well-lubricated pussy, moaning as she
pumped it in and out, while the guy looked on in sheer amazement as she
effortlesly moved the massive device in and out. He was about to jack off,
but she told him in no uncertain terms that his seed was hers and she
wanted it inside her. Now.
	He was now back at the telescope, just in time to see her pull the
dildo out of her pussy and carelessly discard it at her bedside, and pull
him onto the bed ready to ride him.
He was still flipping through the strange book when suddenly he felt that
the pages weren't parchment but some other material.
He tore his view away from the telescope and looked at a page obviously
made from skin. Human skin. A strange buzz crept up his arm as the brownish
letters briefly glowed when he touched them.
His breath halted in his throat as he wrestled with his emotions and
thoughts.
Marvin's rational brain told him the book was old, from a time when values
were different, and life was cheap. His emotional side told him to throw
the book away NOW, this was REVOLTING, it was WRONG it was .. but his
curiosity drew him further, and with shaking hands he turned the
blood-written pages over, ever so often glancing through the telescope to
not miss the show as she was humping the poor guy, sitting on top of him,
as he tried cupping her magnificent breasts and she rode him hard, and
harder, drawing every bit of seed from his balls, using her well-practiced
vaginal muscles to keep him hard, and when that failed, she cock-ringed
him, waited till he had another hardon, and kept fucking him.
He wondered when the guy was going to figure out he wasn't her partner but
her living, breathing sex toy when he glanced down at the book and sat in
rapt fascination. He could read the text.
He paged back to the parchment pages at the beginning .. and to his
amazement, the runic script suddenly made sense. He turned the book over
and effortlessly read the title on its thick hide spine.

DEMONOMICIX
Summoning
Controlling
Binding
Releasing

He closed the book and wondered. Would this book be for real ?
Logically, it couldn't, he thought. Logic dictated magic was impossible.
But then, he considered, he was now able to read the runic script in the
book, and only because he'd paged through the book.
He put the book from his mind and peered through the telescope to catch
another glimpse from the show, but she had turned off the lights, leaving
him unable to spy on them.
He was drawn to the book again, and with shaking hands he opened it to its
index and began looking through it.
He quickly discarded the chapters about trivial curses, imps, gargoyles and
trolls and paged through the descriptions of various creatures until one
picture at the start of a chapter caught his eye. It was a succubus.
Now, he considered the woman across to be one, because she used men for her
self-gratification, but as he read he found his assumption had been wrong.
Well, mostly, there was a class of succubae that did that, but they were
apparently few in number.
Reading on, he found a ritual for summoning and controlling one, although
the book warned him to be wary of a succubus' actions and motives, for they
were among the most cunning and sly of the otherworldy creatures.

A plan began to form in his head that might give him what he wanted, but,
more importantly, it might convince a succubus to go along with it, because
it gave her what she wanted as well, at least, he supposed so.
Satisfied he had everything worked out, he left the book securely closed in
the hidden room and he went to sleep, dreaming of his ultimate revenge.

				### ###

The next morning he awoke to the sound of his stepfather and his girlfriend
arguing loudly in the living room, and after about 10 seconds of listening
to it, he heard the reasons were the same as always: sex and money.
She claimed she wasn't getting enough of either, he was arguing she needed
to cut back her demands or he'd remind her just how dangerous they lived.
Lazily, he listened to the argument die down as both started trading
insults and hollow threats, until they both cracked open a tin of beer and
began drinking away their anger.
While they tanked up, he got up, washed, dressed and slipped out before
either of them got it in their heads to bother him.
He looked up at the building opposite the one where he lived, and noticed
the lights were still out. Sleeping in, he thought. Well, that was part of
the ritual.
The guy up there would get a last meal, like a condemned man, and then
she'd drag him into town in her flashy car, and that's when she'd dump him.
Poor sob, he thought. There's nothing I can do for you - yet.
He walked down to the riverside and sat down, contemplating the plan he'd
drawn up the night before. If everything worked, he wouldn't be bugged by
his stepfather and his bitch, and the woman across would either be his, or
in serious trouble.
If it went wrong .... well, that really wouldn't be his problem anymore
then, he'd either be dead or suffering a fate worse than that.

About half an hour later, when he returned home, he saw the red sportscar
of the woman across race by towards town, and going a bit further, he
encountered the beat-up old rustbucket his stepdad drove, who pulled over
beside him.
"Marvin," he barked, "Where the fuck where you this morning ?"
"I was out, walking; getting a breath of fresh air."
"You ought to fucking tell me where you're going. Do this again .."
"Yeah, yeah, you'll give me a beating I'll never forget."
"Good that we understand each other. Now me and Dana are going to be outta
town for a few days - don't get it into your head to try anything funny,
and don't even think of puling any stunts, because you will regret it.
Got that ?"
"Got it. When will you be back ?"
"Why do you want to know ?"
"So I can restock the fridge with beer the day you return."
"Day after tomorrow. And don't touch that beer, or I will have your ass."
"Sure."
With that, his stepdad revved the car and tore away from the curb with
smoking, squealing tyres.
He waited for a few minutes until they were out of sight, then walked home
determined to prepare a very warm welcome for them when they came back.
And just a few cold beers was definitely not what he had in mind.
	She drove into town with a starry-eyed student next to her, who
truly believed she was going to love him forever, and fuck him every night
for the rest of his sorry life. Expertly, she steered her flashy car into
the parking garage of the city's biggest mall. Showtime was minutes away as
she drove up the ramps and to her fixed parking spot those very nice
parking attendants kept free specially for her.
She got out of the car and smiled sweetly at him for the last time.
"Time to go shopping, sweetie."

He'd come home and he went straight to the secret room and retrieved the
book to see what he would need to complete both the summoning and control
ritual.
Most of the things he needed were pretty straightforward, and the
instructions, although peppered with warnings, were quite easy to follow.
The only thing left to decide was where to do the ritual. It had to be
done inside - but where. He quickly wrote off his own bedroom as too small,
the iving room as too dirty, and too exposed, his stepfather's bedroom as
too dangerous.
So he settled on using his own secret room; perfect because he could burn
all the incense he wanted without anyone noticing, perfect because it had
ventilation up to the roof, and only one small window, and that was covered
over by a blind hiding his telescope.
He spent the rest of the day doing purchases; incense, red and black
candles, some herbs and finally, a sturdy spiked collar at a 'specialist'
shop.
The sales lady had asked him what it was for, he had blushed, and quickly
told her it was a gag gift for a friend who was about to get married.
She has laughed sincerely, he had laughed nervously, but she had
giftwrapped it without asking any more questions and he'd left for home.

She drove home satisfied and angry at the same time.
Satisfied, in that she had dumped that pathetic boy-thing in the middle of
the large mall, with him cringing and pleading, practically begging at her
feet to not do that to him - she still rode the rush and orgasm of his
reaction, his pathetic begging and pleading, but she suppressed it with
her unlimited fury.
Fury at the policemen who had noticed them, he had turned to them.
It was only then that she had found out he was a few weeks short of age 18,
and although she had tried every one of her tricks on them, she had ended
up fined and reported, told to expect a court appearance soon.
For the first time in her career, she had lost, and she was livid.
She came home, stomped to her apartment, threw off her clothing, took a
long, hot shower that massaged and caressed her body, soothing her mind, but
not diminishing her fury in any way, as she coldly decided she wasn't going
to stop doing this, although next time she would try and confirm her marks
were of legal age. And until she was scheduled for her court appearance, she
was going to use as many boy-toys as she could, because she realized that in
prison, there were no toy-boys.

Evening came and he started preparations for his summoning ritual.
When he finally came home from his shopping expedition, he had grabbed a
quick dinner, listened to his stepdad's threats on the answering machine,
then retreated to his secret room to start set it up.
He had begun by clearing the floor and drawing a large pentagram drawn with
molten wax from red candles, burning incense and reciting incantations from
the book as he did so. When he was done, it was around 11pm.
Next he set up the five incense burners, one at each point of the pentacle,
filled them and lighting them, and finally he placed the thirteen black
candles in and around the pentagram.
Before he started the summoning ritual, he took the spiked collar and put
it in the middle of the pentagram, reciting more incantations as he did so.
Finally, around midnight, he was done setting up the room and he was ready
to begin summoning.
He remembered the rules from the book: Don't show weakness, don't hesitate,
and once you start, don't interrupt, or distract yourself until you're done.
He placed the book on an improvised pedestal, raised his arms and began
reading the invocation aloud, paying attention to the lines of the pentagram
as he read out the words.
The black candles became brighter as he read, the incense clouds thicker,
and through the haze of the incense cloud he thought he saw something moving
in the circle at the heart of the pentagram.
Nevertheless, he kept reciting from the book until he reached the end, when
he, precisely according to the instructions, clapped his hands, and the
candles blew out.
The incense fog lifted and a deep sweet, silky, sultry voice asked,
"You called, master ?"

He blinked his eyes and looked into the gloom in the dimly lit room.
With trembling hands he lit another candle and in the dim light he saw her
standing in the middle of the pentagram.
Dark red skin, coal black eyes, pointed ears, long raven black hair.
The spiked collar around her long, shapely neck.
He drank in her physical form; tall, slender, with large, luscious breasts
jutting from her chest, each topped by a large, erect dark brown nipple;
perfectly proportioned long legs, and from behind her back, her long tail
curling around her as she idly fingered its tip.
He took a moment to drink in her appearance, then, replied to her question.
"I, Marvin, called. What is your name."
"Hello Marvin," she said, "My name is Desdemona. Shall we discuss terms ?"
"Yes," he said. "Let's do that. I may have something that's of interest
to you, I think."
"Like what ?"
He gestured in the direction of the building across and told her of the
woman who lived there. Told her of his own squalid fate.
Desdemona sat down in the circle listening to his offer.
She could have the woman across, his stepfather and his bitch. What would
she give him in return ?
"Your stepfather I don't want," she started. "But if you want to get rid of
him I'll take care of that. On the condition you're present when I do so."
"That's a deal." he said.
"The woman across I can sense, and I understand why you are offering her
to me. You are attracted and frightened of her, like me."
"True."
"I accept your offer, but on one condition."
"Being ?"
"You have to contact her, get in bed with her, but before she fucks you,
you call me. If she gets your seed, you'll be doubly fucked, because I
won't help you and she'll have you. Think you can manage ?"
"I can try."
"Don't try, do. All you have to do is say my name and I'll be there."
"OK."
"Then the bitch of your stepfather."
"Dana."
"Yes, Dana. I'll take her as well, again, only in your presence."
"Can you take them both at the same time ?"
"Easily. Why ?"
Then he told her of their sex games, and the more he told, the bigger her
smile got.
"Done deal," she said.
"Not quite."
"Ah yes, that's true. Your reward."
"Exactly."
Desedemona got up and thought for a moment.
"Okay," she said. "I'll offer you two wishes, and you can call me once a
month for your own enjoyment."
"Twice a month."
"I don't think you can handle me more than once a month."
"Maybe. But that won't stop me from asking."
Desdemona laughed aloud.
"You drive a hard bargain, but, okay, I accept. On my honor and existence,
I  swear I will abide by this deal."
"And on my honor and existence, I swear I will aid and support you in
fulfilling my end of the deal.", he intoned.
"Then the pact is made," Desdemona declared.
"Then I release you from the circle."
"Thank you," she said, and she stepped out towards him.
"So where do we start, " he asked her.
"In your bedroom. I have until dawn to get to know you."
She bent over and kissed him hard, and he reflexively grasped at her 
breasts,
which he felt swelling in his hands.

				### ###

Marvin laid on the bed, totally spent.
Desdemona had laid him flat on the bed, then sat atop him with those large,
swaying, swelling, hypnotizing breasts in front of him that got larger the
longer he stared at them, until he finally grabbed one and licked and
sucked her large dark nipple, triggering moans and giggles from her.
She had used her long, soft fingers to jack him off, and when he asked her
why she hadn't fucked or blown him, she explained that until their deal was
done, if he orgasmed inside her, she'd kill him, even if she didn't want to.
"That's part and parcel of what I am," she said.
He pulled himself up from the bed, remembering her enormous soft breasts
around him, her large, erect nipple in his mouth, her approval as he had
sucked and licked her breasts, her soft kisses and silken touch.
Eating a light breakfast, he gazed to the building across, seeing the woman
there standing on the balcony. He stepped out on theirs, and waved.
She would be first.

Well maybe today wouldn't be wasted, she thought.
She looked at the geeky guy waving at her from the building across and
pegged his age at around 20. She waved back, and flashed her ample cleavage
at him.
She waited until he beckoned her over, then shook her head, and beckoned him
over to her flat.
She saw him nod and disappear into the building.
One more mark for tonight, she thought.
She considered how to best up her rate of usage, and decided to stop the
lengthy dumping process, instead just shoving them out the door when they
had nothing left to give, maybe offering them a drive to a 'romantic' spot
where she could safely dump them without trouble at her door.
She smiled. That was it. A new M.O. - a new start.
The guy she had seen in the other building came walking out towards her,
except she was on the 3rd floor, and he was on the grass.
"Come this evening," she called to him, "and I'll give you something you'll
never forget." Inwardly, she was laughing already. God, this was so easy.
He waved and agreed, asking whether 10pm was OK ? Sure, she said, any time
will  do. Yeah, she thought. She figured she'd need about 15 minutes to
empty him,  another 30 to wear him out completely, then another hour to
dump him - and midnight was a perfect time to hit the bars in town for
her next conquest. Sleep could wait till morning.

He was up and over at her place well after dark, and, before he had left
for the building next door, he had consulted with Desdemona how best to
deal with the situation; she had told him not to worry too much, and call
her as soon as possible, lest he ran the risk of getting screwed.
He rang the bell, and seconds later she opened the door, and let him in.
Almost instantly, she pressed him against the wall, riding up against him,
kissing him hard, sliding down to his crotch.
"Are you in a hurry or something ?" he asked her.
"No, but I just want you inside me now.", Zarfa panted.
"Then why not make ourselves comfortable ... bed, sofa, chair .. why here
in this cramped hallway ?"
She smiled, stood up, and pulled him into the large living room, then pushed
him backwards onto the large sofa, landing on top of him.
She pressed her lips against his, trying to find the fly of his pants with
one hand, using the other to stoke her lust by massaging her breasts.
She briefly let go, and he realized that unless he made his call, he would
be too late.
"You kiss great," he said, "almost as good as Desdemona."
"Who's that," she asked sarcastically, "your sister ?"
"Well, actually, that would be me."
Zarfa got up off him, and saw the large demoness casually lounging in one
of the chairs decorating the room.
"And who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my house ?"
While Zarfa's attention was distracted, he managed to wiggle out from under
her and retreat to the wall.
Desdemona smiled enigmatically but remained seated in the chair.
Zarfa turned around, and realizing her quarry wasn't where she left it, she
looked for him.
"Who is that, and how did she get in ?"
"Do you care ?"
"All I care for is your seed, not some freaky bitch who thinks it's frigging
Halloween sneaking into my place."
"That's your problem, you don't care. Frankly, I don't care either, though I
admit watching you was great."
"You've been fuckin' spying on me ?", Zarfa screamed.
"Ever since moving in three years ago."
"Well, nerdhead, I hope you enjoyed it, because you're not going to get any
of it. Get out and take that freakbitch with you!"
Quietly, Desdemona had gotten up and moved up behind Zarfa.
Only then did he fully appreciate just how large Desdemona was, he estimated
she was just shy of 7 feet tall, towering over the other woman.
"I don't like being called freakbitch.", she said softly, but instead of the
smooth silky voice she sounded darker, more threatening.
"It brings out the worst in me."
He saw her eyes flash glowing red as she wrapped her arms around the woman,
lifting her off the ground, one hand cupping, no, enveloping one of her
breasts, the other gripping her in the crotch.
She struggled to break free of the iron grip, screaming abuse, rape, murder
and hurling insults, until Desdemona managed to plant her lips squarely onto
the woman's. Desdemona winked at him.

Before his eyes he saw how the woman in Desdemona's arms changed.
First she wriggled and struggled, then she went limp in her arms.
Desdemona held the kiss for about one more minute, then let go, and the
woman crumpled to the ground like a rag doll.
"Is she dead ?", he inquired.
The succubus shook her head. "Just subdued."
"So what do we do now ?"
"Bring her to the bedroom."
"What about the curtains ? Everyone will see."
"They will see what they expect to see, regardless what really happens."
He picked her off the floor, carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom,
and unceremoniously, he dumped her on the bed.
Desdemona came in behind him, and sat down on the bed.
She snapped her fingers, waking the woman, who strangely made no move to
either resist or escape.
"What have you done to her?"
"As I told you, I subdued her. It makes my job easier, and yours too."
"My job ?"
"You weren't thinking you were going to be a bystander in this, were you ?"
"I wasn't aware I was going to be an active participant in this. Not that I
mind, but ..."
Desdemona threw him a mysterious look, then turned her attention to Zarfa.
She gently kissed her on the mouth, then moved down, kissing her on the
neck, then on her chest, down to her belly, and finally a deep, long kiss
on her crotch.
Retracing her path with her tongue, she went up until she got to her
breasts. She looked up and winked at him. "Watch this."
Flicking her tongue around and around the nipple, she brought it to full
attention, then continued, bringing it further and further up until her
entire aureola was a perfect half-sphere.
Studying the result for a moment she ran her hand over both breasts, softly
whispering something he couldn't quite make out.
Desdemona beckoned him over.
"Bring up her other nipple like I did this one."
Hesitantly, he stuck out his tongue and began to clumsily lap at the
nipple, getting no response, until Desdemona suggested he use the tip of
his tongue to run circles around and over it, which led to an immediate
result and full attention of the subdued woman's other nipple.
"Like this ?" he asked.
"You learn fast," she praised him.
"I have an excellent teacher."
She smiled, then became serious.
"You need to step back for a few now. You must stay in this room, but I
need some space to work in. Whatever happens, don't leave, don't worry and
above all don't interfere. You can talk to me, but you must not physically
interfere."
"Got it. Chair in the corner there safe enough ?"
She gauged the distance. "Safe enough. And one other thing: don't jack off,
because you might need to perform after I'm done."
"Got that too. Anything else ?"
"Yes. What do you get the biggest kick out of ? I can take a calculated
guess but I like to hear it from you personally."
"Boobs," he said without thinking, "the bigger the better."
"I already thought so. Well, sit tight, you're going to love this."

To a casual onlooker the scene in the bedroom appeared perfectly normal;
the inhabitant screwing the living daylights out of another barely-adult
male, using her full arsenal of techniques, moves and accesories.
What they could not divine was that is was a cleverly crafted illusion, a
reality that they expected to see, but which wasn't.
	Desdemona bent over one of the motionless woman's breasts and
gently touched the impossibly erect nipple with the tip of her tongue,
provoking an immediate reaction as the nipple further raised up and swelled
until it had doubled in size.
"Not bad," Desdemona said as she repeated the process on the other nipple.
"Most aren't this sensitive. This is going to be fun."
"What are you going to do ?" he asked.
"I'm going to prepare her body."
"What for ?"
"The next ritual, of course."
She again touched the nipples with her tongue, and again they doubled in
size, so that they covered the entire surface of the aureolae.
"That looks so weird.", he said laughing.
"If you think that's weird, you've seen nothing yet," she casually
commented as she changed position until her head was between the woman's
legs, which she pushed to either side.
Digging between the wet lips of her vagina she located the clitoris, and
gently ran her long, sensuous tongue over it, causing it to swell to the
size of a golfball.
"Good girl," Desdedemona said patronizingly, as she licked it again, then
took it between her lips, triggering another growth spurt that swelled it
to the size of a big banana.
"That's an interesting sight," he said, trying to keep a straight face.
"All in the interest of proper preparation," she said smiling, while she
repositioned until the banana clit was between her breasts.
Moaning words he didn't understand, Desdemona squashed her large, soft
breasts around the enormous clit, and began pumping them up and down,
alternately whispering and moaning strange words, until her movements
reached fever pitch, her moaning had turned to chanting, then the suddenly
stopped jacking her tits up and down, stopped chanting.
Desdemona got up, and he saw how her clit was now a massive, pulsing,
throbbing pole about the size of her upper arm, covered in veins, bumps
and strange protrusions he couldn't readily identify.
"What's _that_ ?" he asked, slightly afraid of the answer.
"That's a pump."
"Where did all the volume come from ? What's it for ?"
Winking at him again, she anwered "Black magic. What it's for, well ..."
Turning around so she faced him, Desdemona lowered herself on the enormous
pole, moaning loudly as it effortlessly slid between her perfectly shaped,
trim legs, straight up her bald pussy.
She was now squatting down, Zarfa's legs in front of her, which she held
down with her arms, the woman's body flat on the bed behind her.
He had a perfect view of Desdemona's large, soft swinging breasts as she
wiggled to get into the right position.
"Marvin, there's something you can do for me," she said.
"Which is ?"
"Warn me when she reaches the ceiling. I sometimes get a little overexcited
when doing this because I like it so much. And I think you will, too."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'll do as you ask."
"You'll be seeing in a few seconds."
She licked her lips, smiled a predator's smile at him, tensed her muscles,
readied herself, then in one smooth move she pulled out the pole from her
vagina and thrust it back in until her buttocks hit the woman's hips.
He didn't see any changes until the second thrust, which went accompanied
with a loud moan.
He saw the woman's breasts swell up a little, becoming rounder.
Three strokes, and her breasts were as large as Dana's plastic fantastics.
At the fourth stroke, they looked like ripe watermelons, still with those
strange looking nipples at the top.
Another stroke, and she surpassed the biggest pornstar with enough left
over to fill another's breasts to overcapacity.
Stroke six, and her breasts expanded into beachball size.
She briefly stopped and looked at him. "How big are they now ?"
"Why do you want to know ?"
"Because I have to make two strokes in rapid succession."
"Why ?"
"Because, for obvious reasons, I can't end at seven strokes."
"They're about beachball size."
Desdemona smiled. "Then there's not going to be a problem. Get ready."
She breathed deeply, concentrated, then, in rapid succession, she pumped up
and down twice, moaning loudly with each massive thrust, as her breasts
passed into the balloon size category, with her nipples, once again
surrounded by frisbee size aureolae, brushed against the ceiling.
"Oh my," he said, "I think she's grown a little."
Desdemona got up, the large, now limp, pole making a sucking noise as she
drew it out of her, before it plopped down on the bed.
She turned around to look at the result.
"Yes, it would appear she's gotten a little extra volume."
"You call this a little ?"
"Yeah, I remember when ... aw. later. There's work to be done."
A splintering sound announced the demise of the bed as the woman dropped
down about 2 feet, her enormously swollen boobs still standing erect and at
attention, but quivering like gelatine pudding.
Desdemona placed her hand on the limp pole between the woman's legs, spoke
one word and it shrank back to its original size before his eyes.
Next she murmured something and clapped her hands, causing the two breasts
to lose their erectness and sagging naturally, finally settling to the left
and right of the collapsed bed, with Zarfa in the middle.
"Wow," he mumbled.
"Wow indeed," Desdemona said. "Let's see how she reacts to the new her."
"You're going to wake her up ?"
"No need. She's been conscious and aware all the time. Now let's see how
she will react when she's able to."
"Do you really have to hear what insults she's going to hurl at you?"
"On second thought, forget it."
"So what's up next ?"
"One thing I have to do, then a few more alterations, some compulsory,
some your choice,and then it's your turn."
He looked at her questioningly.
"Only you can seal her fate. You're the master, remember. Don't worry, I'll
explain when I'm done."

Desdemona sat down on one of the massive breasts, straddling it between her
legs, the nipple located on its own dome between them, and first gently,
then harder and harder, she began riding the breast, which first appeared
passive, but both soon began pulsing and rippling as if they had a life of
its own, as she rode harder, faster and higher, clamping the nipple firmly
in her crotch and squeezing the breast between her legs in a rhythmic,
pulsating motion that rode back and forth from base to tip until eventually
she threw her head back and moaned loudly as both breasts slowly deflated
down to large beachball size without the nipples and aureolae shrinking,
but Desdemona's breasts grew more and more engorged and seemed to fill as
the breasts on the woman deflated
Finally she stepped off the breast, trailing traces of sticky fluid from
her crotch to the erect nipple she just had stepped off, and he couldn't
tell whom it originated from.
"I'm done so far," she said, weighing her own engorged breasts.
"Your turn to do your part, unless you want me to make her look different."
"What can you change on her ?"
"Everything."
"Can you make her boobs bigger ?"
"Sure, no problem. How big do you want them ?"
He indicated he wanted a pair of 5 feet long, 3 feet diameter sausage
shaped breasts, which Desdemona duly provided.
"I also want handholds," he said, and pointed to the nipples.
The succubus smiled "You're quite the horny devil," she said, and before
his eyes, the nipples bulged, contorted, and extended to three times their
length.
"It must be the company I keep," he quipped as he tried to think of 
something
to alter.
Desdemona smiled sweetly and blew him a hot kiss he felt on his cheek.
"Don't worry," he said, "I meant it as a compliment."
"Anything else you want, or ready to do your part ?"
"There's one more thing. Can you make her bigger ?"
"Even bigger boobs ?"
"No, bigger overall. Taller."
"I have to re-evaluate my opinion of you - not only are you a horny devil,
you're quite a kinky one too. How tall you want her ?"
"As tall as you are."
"Just her body ?"
"Everything."
"Doubly kinky."
The demoness walked over to the woman's head, took a deep breath, bent down
and placed her lips over the woman's, then exhaled.
As she did so, the woman's body convulsed, then grew unevenly until she had
grown from her 5ft 8in height up to a whopping seven feet tall.
"So, what do I have to do ?", he asked as he gazed at the giantess in front
of him, feeling a rock hard pole in his pants.
"Fuck her, as hard as you can."
He undressed, and having a hardon wasn't a problem in the presence of those
two pairs of enormous love orbs in the room.
He sat between the woman's legs and began thrusting into her.
"Harder," Desdemona said, fingering her own nipples.
He complied with her request, jamming his swollen dick harder into her
soft, wet pussy, pulling on the large swollen nipples, pumping her breasts
as much as he pumped his dick, while Desdemona sat down behind him, leaning
down over him, hanging her engorged breasts left and right besides him.
"Harder, Marvin, much harder," she crooned.
He rammed his dick in and out of her love hole, squeezing the nipples,
pulling harder, feeling the sausage boobs under them distend and swell as
he kept up the pace, thrusting with every bit of force he could muster,
feeling the silky soft succubus against his back, matching his thrusts with
her body, felt her massive breasts besides him, saw the woman's distended,
engorged boobs in front of him, losing their shape, becoming a pair of
formless monsters topped with dark red poles bigger than his dick.
Finally, he was ready to blow his load.
"Go on," she whispered in her ear, "Shoot your load inside her, give her
what she's got coming."
Finally he couldn't hold up anymore and he shot every bit of semen deep in
her big, soft, roomy pussy.
"Thank you master," Desdemona said, "I will take her now."
He stepped back, dropped down in the chair he'd sat in previously as the
succubus helped the inflated, subdued woman to her feet.
She moved behind her, using the same grip as before, one hand in her
crotch, the other under her solid, erect, swollen breast.
She shifted around till her own swollen breasts were comfortably hanging
to either side of her, then raised the breast she had her hand under to
her mouth and put the nipple in her mouth and closed her eyes.
She closed her mouth around the nipple and he saw how she started sucking,
and before his eyes he saw the woman deflate; first her legs, then her
arms, followed by her lower body, and while this was happening, Desdemona's
breasts slowly inflated and filled, until finally the woman's upper body
and head began falling in, and her proud breasts began to sag and deflate
until finally Desdemona let go of the deflated nipple she had in her mouth,
and held the empty envelope in her hands.
"That's it ?" He asked, looking in amazement at the remains.
"It can be," she said.
"Is there an alternative then ?"
"Not so much an alternative as another use."
"What do you mean ?"
"Well, what goes up, must come down, so," she put one of the deflated
nipples to her mouth, and she blew the skin up like a doll, exhaling as hard
as she could, making it end up all stiff and oversized; the woman had been
as tall as Desdemona, but the doll was easily twice that tall if it stood
upright, but she was floating horizontally above the succubus' head.
Desdemona let the air out again and casually slung it over her shoulder.
"See what I mean ?"
"Yeah. That was .. extraordinary."
"All in a night's work."
"Deal with stepdad and Dana tomorrow night then ?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"One request though."
"Yes ?"
"Can you do that to Dana too ?"
"What, the pump operation ?"
"No, no, the doll thing."
Desdemona broke out laughing.
"You like it ?"
"I thought that re-inflation was sort of hilarious and kinky, yes."
"I might. Let's get out of here first and we'll talk it over."
"Sounds like a plan. One thing though .."
"Yes ?"
"Uhm, shouldn't we be worried about forensics and evidence and stuff ?
I mean, if the police come and turn this place over .."
"They'll find nothing. We were never here, tonight never happened, and she
just disappeared."
"Got it. Let's get out of here .. uh, one last question."
"Yes ?", she said as the room around them shifted and they suddenly stood
in his secret room.
"Can I blow up that ... doll... too ?"
"No you can't. And besides, I'm going to need it for something else."
He wanted to ask another question about it, but the look in her eyes warned
him to drop the subject.
Morning was coming, so Desdemona bid him goodbye and, still with the
remains of the woman from across slung over her shoulder, departed, sinking
back in the center circle of the pentagram.

				### ###

He slept late, then got up, cleaned up the house in preparation for his
stepdad and Dana coming home; a quick trip to the local supermarket netted
him several slabs of beer, which he duly put in the fridge.
It was a peace offering, and also, a distraction that kept them away from
him so he could set everything up.
He slipped into their bedroom, although he had been strictly forbidden
from  entering it, and sifted carefully through the bedside drawers until
he found the master keys for all the cuffs and locks and replaced it with
an identical looking set of keys which didn't fit any of the locks.
He knew they would most likely come home late afternoon, drink beer, go
out to dinner at some local fastfood joint, drive to a bar were his
stepdad's shady friends hung out, then come home around midnight.
Since they probably hadn't had sex for the past two days, he guessed Dana
would demand they had some before sleep, and when that happened the entire
toy box they had would be used, because that's what turned Dana on.
He laughed inwardly. They would have a fit when Dana would try to unlock
the cuffs and padlocks, and would fail. It had happened before, and his
stepdad would start cursing and yelling at Dana, who would start bitching
back at him, while frantically trying to find the right key to get the
lock open.
He had noticed just how nervous she had been when she wasn't able to find
the right key, and he was going to exploit that to the maximum this time.
He used the rest of the day breaking down the gear in the secret room and
clearing out the mess he had accumulated there over time, realizing that
once his stepfather and Dana 'disappeared' he would have to get out of the
apartment, since he couldn't afford its upkeep, (he had wondered how his
surrogate parents were able to afford buying it in the first place) and the
blocked off room had to be accessed through an adjacent apartment, since
the walls to the hall and service shafts ran up to the roof, and there was
no way he could break those down quietly or unnoticed.
He was in his bedroom sorting through the few things he had when he heard
commotion at the front door. They were home. Now all he had to do was
stall their entry into the bedroom until after dark, and then the party
could start.

They had evidently gone out of town to some tourist trap, as they were
decked out in loud and  gaudy shirts, and hauling several big suitcases
with them.
"Marvin, we're H-O-O-O-O-MEE!!!" Dana screeched, and for a moment he swore
he could hear the glasses in the kitchen fracture.
"Had a nice time," he asked, hoping to divine where they had been.
"Fantastic!" his stepfather blurted out, obviously inebriated, as he
stumbled across the sill into the apartment dragging two big suitcases
and a duffel bag with him.
A warning bell rang in his head - they normally traveled on one suitcase
each, and he was sure he'd never seen the duffel bag before.
He would need to take a closer look at it as soon as possible.
"Here," he offered, "let me take that bag off your back."
Dana, who was obviously the least intoxicated, blocked his arm as he
tried to take the bag, and told him to take one of the suitcases instead.
He picked one of the cases, which turned out to be a lot lighter than he
had expected, and now really wondered what was so special about that bag.
He left them and their luggage in the room as they shooed him to his room.
The moment he heard the key turn in the lock on the door he knew that
whatever was in that bag had to be really important.
He sat down just behind the door and tried to hear what they were talking
about, but they spoke in hushed voices, and he couldn't make out what they
were saying, but it was clear they were pretty pleased with themselves.
Pretty soon afterwards he heard the door to the fridge open and close,
followed by the sound of beer tins being opened.
He waited until he had heard four pairs of tins hit the living room floor,
followed by a rustling noise he couldn't identify, then footsteps leading
away from the living room, followed by Dana giggling, his stepfather
laughing, and finally, the front door closing.

Without wasting any time he opened one of his desk drawers and retrieved
the spare key he had managed to have made just for these occasions, and
unlocked the door.
His attention instantly went to the duffel bag lying on the sofa in the
living room, but he controlled his curiosity for now and doublechecked
they were really out, and when he saw the old banger they drove was gone,
he knew they were out for their evening routine.
He retraced his steps to the living room, carefully stepped over the empty
beer cans, drawn to the duffel bag like a moth to flame, and opened it.
It was filled to the brim with cash.
	Quickly he retied the cord on the bag, and walked to the other side
of the room, where both suitcases were standing. He opened one, and saw why
it had felt so light. It contained a shotgun, black coveralls, army boots,
a balaclava and a pair of black gloves, as well as a box of ammunition and
two small bags with toilet articles.
He retreated to his room after carefully closing the suitcase, wiping his
fingerprints off the handle and the locks, locked the door and sat down on
the bed contemplating what he'd just seen.
Somehow he couldn't imagine either, or both, of them to be hardened
criminals capable of robbing any place for a huge amount of money - though
it somehow did make sense - his stepfather's shady friends, the large amount
of money he waved around and spent, the sudden divorce that had left his
mother with a huge settlement in cash, but part of the deal had been he had
to go live with his stepfather, who had lavished him with gifts, so at
first he hadn't thought any ill of it, until the night Dave had come in
piss-drunk and had used him as a punching bag.
He recalled they had been tight on cash for a few months after that, until
after he had gone out of town, when he had returned with Dana - only she
had been much less curvaceous then.
He began making the connection why they had neither newspaper nor TV as
well - so he couldn't make the connection either, and why he had to report
any time he wanted to go somewhere.
He felt little remorse about the fate he was condemning them both to,
after all, they weren't relatives, and, he admitted to himself he didn't
care much about either of them.

				### ###

Night had fallen, and he was still home alone, locked in his room, when he
heard the front door opening, and his stepfather and Dana come in, singing
loudly, laughing, but obviously sober, as neither sounded slurry or was
bouncing off the walls like they did when the beer had flowed.
He had to give them credit - all this time he'd taken them for rednecks,
but apparently they were much smarter than he'd given them credit for.
It figured, he thought, that they were sober, since Dana probably wanted
to have sex, and alcohol and sex didn't mix very well.
He heard them rummage around the living room, probably stashing the duffel
bag and the suitcases in their bedroom, he thought.
He looked at the bundle of keys in his hands. Their fate, he thought.
I'm holding their fate in my hands. Literally. He closed his fist around
the keychain, climbed up on the bed and slipped the keys on one of the
ceiling tiles, closing up the ceiling behnd him.
He was lying on the bed, thinking when to call Desdemona, when the key
crunched in the lock and the door opened.
Dana was standing there, her slender body silhouetted against the light
from the hallway, parts of her ludicrously silicone-filled overstacked
chest visible to either side of her.
He pretended to wake up, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.
"What's up ?" he asked innocently.
"Nothin', Marvie", she said, "except sorry 'bout locking you in hon, but
we have our own little secrets, ya know ?"
Of course, he thought. Except your little secrets aren't as secret as you
might think, while he fantasized about her rock solid bra-busting breasts.
"Well, I'm gonna leave ya alone now .. me and yer dad .."
"He's not my father."
Dana paused, smiled evilly, then continued.
"Me and yer dad are goin' to have us a little fun - and don't ya dare to
come in or I'll show ya what my idea of punishment is."
"I don't care. Just don't make as much noise as last time so I can read."
"Hon, we'll make all the noise we want to."
Dana smiled, then turned around, walking back to the living room, swaying
her tight ass side to side to tease him.
He let the insult and the tease slide, and waited till they both had gone
to their private bedroom before climbing into his secret room to call the
succubus and relate to her his preparations.

Desdemona sat cross-legged in the pentagram and listened as she filled him
in of the day's events.
She nodded approvingly as he told her about the key switch.
"There's something I think you should know about Dana though," he said.
"I'm listening."
"She's got silicone tits."
"Fake tits ?"
"Yeah ... implants under the skin to make them bigger. When Dave .. my
stepfather first brought her here, she was nearly as flat as a board.
Right now, I think she's got 60-24-34 sizes. It just looks ludicrous. They
stick out straight ahead and to her sides."
"But you're turned on by them, aren't you ?"
"Yeah. Although I don't dare touch them - those things are so hard she
could probably knock someone out with them if she wanted to."
"Interesting bit of information indeed," Desdemona said smiling, a wicked
plan forming in her head.
"They've gone to the bedroom about half an hour ago ... if they follow
their usual pattern, they first take a shower, both to get clean and to sex
each other up, then they go into the bedroom to tease, then she'll lock him
on the bed."
"You seem quite familiar with their actions"
"They're not especially quiet about it. I can sometimes hear them going at
it from here - and a little creative spying with mirrors and fiber optics
allowed me to fill in the rest."
"Kinky."
"I guess it will be another hour or so before they notice they don't have
the right keys to unlock all the stuff they have in there. If you don't
want him to be trussed up completely we'll have to go in before that."
"Oh, I don't mind," she said, "I can make something of every situation."
"Of course. You're a succubus."
"And don't you forget it."
"By the way, what have you done with .." he indicated the building across.
"What I do with my victims is none of your business, but let's say I put
her to good use, OK."
"Sorry I asked."
"No problem. Please don't bring it up again."
"Sorry again."
She smiled benevolently, then got serious.
"Really, don't ask a succubus what she does with those she takes, she
might  show you - and you can't get any return tickets."

She was dressed in a tight black outfit that barely covered her body, in
fact, it seemed to only enhance and emphasize her body, from the corset
that pinched her waist, and ended with a pair of huge half-cups, which
overflowed with the mass of her full, luscious red breasts, down to her
groin, where the stretched fabric promised a large opening capable of
sucking in any size penis, with rippling muscle surrounding it, promising
the ability to squeeze every last bit of lust from anyone.
Her large, firm buttocks were bare, with only a thin strip of fabric
splitting them apart.
Her lower legs were encased in a pair of stiletto-heeled black boots made
from the same hugging black fabric as her outfit, and as she got up he saw
they added well over another foot to her already impressive height.
"Talk about dressed to kill," he said, looking up at her breasts, which
were straining to escape from their black fabric basins.
"It's all about giving people what they want, isn't it ?"
"Except you're about to give them more than they bargained for."
"Much more. And you'll be there to see it all."
"Yes, that could be a problem."
"How so ?"
"The moment I try to enter their room, Dana will be all over me, or she'll
simply lock me out, or she'll push the door closed and lock it, not to
mention the screaming abuse Dave will throw at me. Any suggestions ?"
Desdemona snapped her fingers and a large black chair rose up out of the
pentagram and she sat down, crossed her legs and thought.
"Is there anything they would let you in for while they're busy ?"
"I'm not even allowed to enter the room when they're away."
"Pretty paranoid."
"It figures if they indeed keep their loot and gear hidden there. Can't
you go in first ?"
"Oh, I could, but then you would have to release me from your control,
and  somehow I don't think you trust me enough to do that."
"You'd turn around and have me in less than an instant."
"You bet I would. I can help you gain entry, but I can't enter first."
"And you can't knock them out or subdue them unless you are in side."
"Exactly. So you'll have to figure a way to get in. Once you do, I'll take
care of the rest."
While he was talking to her he spied the hide-bound book on the shelf and
an idea began to form.
"Any way I gain entry is good ?"
"Just get that door open, step over the sill, and I'm right behind you."
"I'll call you in the living room when I'm ready, OK ?"
Desdemona nodded assent, and sank down into the circle, still seated.
	He walked over to the book and leafed through it, looking for
ways to deal with obstacles and doors, paging back and forth, unwilling
to summon something to break down the wall, because then he had to
control it and prevent it from damaging what he'd promised to Desdemona.
He went back to the beginning of the book, which talked about the basics
of the art, and found that opening a door or 'any other trivial physical
activity able to be performed by hand or foot' could be done by force of
will alone by those able understand the book.
Testing that assertion, he put the book open on the window sill, closed
his eyes, and concentrated hard on the book floating in front of his face.
Just when he was about to give up, something hit his nose, and to his
amazement, when he opened his eyes, the book floated in front of him.
He thought about turning a page, and the page turned.
Holding out his hands, he took the book, closed it, and put it back.
climbing to his bedroom he decided to test his newfound skill on his own
bedroom door, lest he be embarassed in front of the succubus.
He stared at the doorknob, willing the door to open.
It turned and the door opened. Next he willed it to remain full open, and
then tried closing it. Only when he released his will was he able to move
the door.
	Secure in the knowledge he could control the door, he went to the
living room and called her.
She appeared in her usual way, rising up out of the floor, with the floor
rippling like it was water.
She listened for a few and smiled "They're going at it hard."
"Real hard."
"Figured out the door."
"I think so. Ready ?"
"Whenever you are. Remember, both your feet must be across the sill."
He stepped forwards and knocked on the door, turned the knob.
The moment he cracked the door, Dana was on the other side, pushing it
shut, shouting him to go away; he concentrated on flinging the door open
to its stop and keeping it there, and the door suddenly swung on its
hinges, throwing Dana back into the room, an he quickly stepped over the
sill of the door, into the forbidden room, followed by the large demoness
who had to duck under the door.
The scene inside the room shocked and revolted him.
Dave was tied to the bed, naked, with a hood over his face, leaving him
unable to see or speak, but he was yanking the chains, mumbling something;
Dana was dressed in a skintight black latex outfit stretched over her
body, especially her outsize fake tits, zippered up the sides of her
body, reaching down to a skirt that ended about her mid-thighs.
She had been holding a fake pussy in her hand and had been using it on
his stepfather.
The more he drank in the scene, the more comical it got, until he finally
broke out laughing.
Desdemona had stepped back into the shadows and cloaked herself, waiting
to pounce on Dana.
Dana picked herself up off the floor "What the fuck are you doing in
here, you know this place's off-limits to you," she screamed, picking up a
nasty looking whip off chair and getting ready to hit him with it.
Instinctively he ducked, but he needn't have, the moment Dana cracked the
whip, it suddenly coiled around her, becoming a trap instead of a weapon,
as Desdemona stepped out of the shadows, smiling at the scene.
Dana was still standing, her arms pinned to her sides as the whip coiled
around her, binding her tight. She gasped at he sight of the apparition
stepping out of the shadows and wanted to scream, but before she could,
the butt end of the whip snapped around, knocking her cold.
"Smooth move," Desdemona said.
"It was all I could think of. Nice trick with the whip."
"I didn't do that. You did. You're much better at this than you think."
Desdemona studied the tied up form of Dave and smiled. She snapped her
fingers, and her clothing contracted, then literally exploded off her.
She bent down to Dave's struggling form and slid her fingertips from the
base to the tip of his cock, breathing softly on the head.
The change was imminent, as he stopped struggling and his dick went from
flacid to hard instantly.
Next she ran her hand over his body, and as she did so, his breathing
changed from ragged to relaxed.
She slid her hand up his chin, cupped it, and kissed Dave on the mask
where his mouth would be, and held her kiss for a few seconds.
When she let go, the part of his mask under her lips was gone, and he
could breathe and speak freely.
She indicated to Marvin he should be quiet, that he should take a seat
and watch. He pointed at Dana, she indicated he needn't worry.
Then she began kissing Dave on the chest.
"Oh god, Dana, that feels so good," he moaned.
Suddenly, the joke of what was happening hit him, and he had trouble
suppressing his laughter. Talk about getting fucked, he thought.
Desdemona descended down his body until she got to his erect dick, then
gently began kissing the shaft and his balls as his erection got even
harder and more solid.
She kept kissing the shaft until Marvin was sure his stepfather was ready
to blow his load, but somehow Desdemona managed to prevent him from doing
so, and she kept up the pace, softly stroking his body, licking and kissing
his swollen dick, and all Dave could do was jubilate Dana for it.
Marvin saw Dana waking up, and thinking quickly, he grabbed a gag from a
chair and quickly put it on her, pulling her upright in a chair, where she
watched with wide eyes as Desdemona expertly worked over Dave's dick.
She sat down between his legs, whispering soft words, then put her huge,
soft breasts on either side of his dick and compressed them against it,
sending Dave into what he thought was heaven. She started softly chanting,
then began moving her breasts up and down, felt the shaft between them grow
and geting ready for her.
Dana saw how the large red figure on the bed used her breasts on Dave's
dick, saw how it grew to absolutely enormous size, and despite her fear and
anger she felt her pussy drip with anticipation.
Desdemona continued massaging and swelling the cock until it was all of two
feet long and well over 3 inches in diameter.
She saw Dana was awake, gagged and absolutely writhing in pleasure as she
watched the scene in front of her. Marvin's really good, she thought.
This made what she was about to do only better, screwing the guts from this
guy in front of his woman, with her watching, and then starting on her.
"Wouldn't it be fair to let her on that ?" he asked indicating Dave's dick
and then pointing to Dana.
"Possibly," Desdemona answered. "Except I don't think it'll fit."
Dana vigorously nodded that it would fit in her, so Desdemona beckoned her
over, picked her up, Dana spread her legs wide, the succubus whispered
something, and the dick swelled to over three feet long, 5 inch diameter,
then Desdemona put Dana down on it, and pushed her down.
Dana's eyes grew wide, and a guttural scream came from Dave, as the demoness
cruelly forced Dana down, until about half of Dave's monster dick had gone
into Dana, and she was precariously balancing on the rest.
"Told you it wouldn't fit," she said lightly.
Marvin swallowed down his bile and paled at the sight, feeling weak,
dropping back in the chair he had just gotten up out of.
"Keep watching," Desdemona commanded him.
Desdemona next ran her hands over Dana's latex outfit, and the arms fused
to the body, leaving her unable to move them, then she pulled away the now
useless whip and removed the gag.
She gently cradled Dana's boobs in her hands.
"So you like big, hard boobs don't you ?"
Dana, speechless at the burning feeling forcing her legs apart, nodded.
"You want to have the biggest, hardest, meanest boobs in the world, right ?"
She hesitated, then Desdemona squeezed her boobs a little.
"You want it, don't you ? I know you want it."
Dana still hesitated, afraid to admit, so the demoness squeezed harder,
bringing tears to her eyes.
"I can feel you want them. You want boobs so big, so hard, so mean, so
intimidating everybody will be in awe of you, don't you ?"
She weakly nodded, and Desdemona increased the pressure again, deforming
her latex-encased breasts so they were now two rockets pointing straight
ahead. "You do, don't you ?"
"Oh god, yes, I do," Dana screamed, "I want them, I want the biggest,
baddest, meanest, hardest, fucking best tits in the whole fucking world!"
"You'll have them. Right now."
Desdemona let go of her tits, lifted her off Dave's dick, put her next to
the bed, and immediately, her boobs began growing under the latex outfit,
stretching forwards, outwards, and upwards into the latex, then out of it
as it stretched beyond its limits, and Marvin watched in rapt fascination
how one of the side zippers suddenly ripped apart and two huge masses of
breasts spilled out to that side, until the other zipper failed, and the
whole mass jerked in the other direction, growing, always growing, first
one side, then the other, then a part of the front would bulge outwards,
then the rest would follow to match the unsteady, bulging masses leading
the expansion.
Her nipples, first nearly invisible because of skin stretch due to the
implants suddenly darkened and rapidly spilt across the front face of her
monster boobs, which kept expanding away from her body, while Desdemona
watched in gratification, leaning on Dave's dick.
Eventually her boobs stopped growing, but they were now perfectly
elliptical masses pointing at 45 degrees away from her body, 5 feet long
and 4 feet diameter at the thickest part, tapering to a pair of distended
and engorged nipples at the tip, surrounded by a 2 feet diameter over half
spherical aureolae, they were over a foot long and half that thick.
Dana, now nude, her outfit shredded in the process stood speechles behind
her new cleavage, stared at it, a few tears spilt out of her eyes, then all
she could do was scream.
"Still not content ?" Desdemona mocked.
All Dana was able to do was let out brief screams of horror, totally unable
to understand what had happened to her while she leaned forwards on the
tips of her breasts, while bracing herself against falling over using her
legs, giving her the appearance of having four legs.
"Wow," Marvin mumbled.
Desdmona pointed at them, "Now, if those two aren't the biggest, baddest,
meanest, hardest, fucking best tits in the world.."
"Then what ?"
"Then I'll have to make them bigger, harder, meaner and better."
"They sure don't look mean enough to me," Marvin quipped.
A sadistic smile curled around the demoness' lips.
"You're right. Let's fix that, and then get back to business."
Dana shook her head in panic, eyes wide in abject terror as Desdemona laid
her hand on one of her rock hard tits and spoke a few words.
Immediately, her breasts began shaking and trembling, like a great
earthquake, and to eiter side of her nipples on each breast, the skin began
darkening and bulging, bulging and contorting into a new aureola, on top of
which grew a large nipple. When the four new nipples had reached the same
size and shape of the original two, and Dana had closed her eyes to avoid
seeing it, the aureolae stretched outwards briefly, then contracted to their
former size and shape, but extending her nipples by a few inches.
Feeling the rhythmic motion in her boobs, Dana looked and saw how each
pulse lengthened her nipples, and the longer they got, the faster they grew.
Two of them coiled around her breasts, the tips ending up on either side of
her face, spraying milk at her, the outer two snaked around and began
pushing up her backside, the inner two had snaked upwards and were making
headway into her stretched pussy.

While Dana turned into her own sextoy, Desdemona brought Dave's dick back
to full erection, and while Dana was watching, her face sprayed with her
own milk, Desdemona slid the huge shaft effortlessly inside her, and she
heard Dave moan in approval as the succubus began pumping up and down
fucking his essence out, and with each thrust, his balls seemed to swell
as the rest of his body atrophied, leaving a dessicated shell behind while
she collected his essence in his balls, until all that was left of him was
an empty husk, a pair of massively swollen balls at the base of his cock.
Dana watched in horror, Marvin in amazement, as Desdemona put her hands
under her breasts and began chanting.
Moments later, she threw her head back, and her breasts surged forwards
over Dave's form, his balls rapidly shrinking, she stopped thrusting,
instead moving her ass rhythmically from side to side to get every last bit
of his essence.
Finally, her breasts now nearly as large as Dana's, she got up, leaving
the empty husk on the bed.
	Closing her eyes, Desdemona absorbed the essence, her breasts
slowly shrinking back down to a more useful size while Dana was still in
the throes of her six nipples fucking her up the ass, up the pussy and
trying to get into her mouth.

Marvin stared in fright and amazement at what remained of his stepfather,
realizing that could have been him.
Desdemona nodded, confirming his thought.
"So what do we do with her ?", he asked, pointing to Dana.
"Start over I think. She's gotten what she wanted, perhaps not how she
wanted it, but that's not my concern - now it's time I got what I wanted,
and you get what you want."
With that, she clapped her hands and Dana collapsed to the ground, back at
the size she was before she busted out.
Before she chould get up and flee the room, Desdemona picked her up, put
one hand in her crotch, one under one breast and kissed Dana hard; as she
did so, Dana's eyes glazed over and she ceased her resistance.
The demoness put her down, then started walking over to the bed to collect
the remains of Dave.
"Can I touch her ?" Marvin asked.
"Sure, for all I care right now, you stick your dick in her, just don't
yet fuck and orgasm in her," she said, then murmured something and Dave's
remains disappeared in a cloud of bright red smoke.
"That's strange," Marvin said, feeling and squeezing Dana's breasts, "I
always thought her tits would be harder."
"Maybe it's because of these ?" Desdemona said while she held two bags of
silicone in her hand.
"How ... ?"
"First thing I did when I squeezed them. I don't like working on fakies."
She put the bags on the table then guided Dana to the bed.
"Same procedure as yesterday ?"
"Actually no, I'm going to do something different. No less kinky, and yes,
you still have to do your part when I'm done."
"Not that I mind if it'll be the same. Last time was rather fun."
"This time it'll be even better. Trust me."
The large demoness picked up Dana and put her on the bed, locking her
ankles and wrists in the cuffs that had held Dave before.
She next straddled Dana, growing her breasts to about pillow size, next
her nipples grew, and kept growing till they were thee inches across with
a large central valve. She bent down, and placed each of her nipples over
those of Dana, then looked back at him and smiled.
"Direct injection," he inquired.
"Precisely."
"No need to count strokes, I presume."
"Indeed. The only problem with this method is I have to stretch as much as
she does. Not that I mind, it's more of an inconvenience. But a kinky one."
He saw Desdemona's left breast briefly swell up, then saw how Dana's breast
attached to it bulged up as Desdemona's deflated, then the procedure
repeated itself on the other side, evening her out.
"That looks really weird," he said.
"It's only a startup," she said, "Once I get going it's a smooth trip up."
The process repeated itself once more, and he saw how Dana's boobs had
grown to a pair of beachballs in the meantime, saw Dana's nipples stretch
out those of the succubus.
She paused briefly, then raised her arms and began softly chanting, and as
she did so, Dana's tits began their wobbly ascent, Desdemona's nipples
stetching out more and more over Dana's growing love knobs, but instead of
the breasts going straight up, they went sideways, Desdemona's tits
stretching sideways with them but not inflating, until she reached the
limits of the room, her own tits looking like a pair of hoses with grossly
distended nipples that followed the contours of Dana's.
Effortless she popped her nipples off the woman's, and he had to msile and
shake his head as he saw her nearly empty, hose-like breasts with the huge
nipples at the end.
"Come here for a second," she called.
He did as he was asked to.
"Do me a favor, pick up my breast on that side, will you ?"
He eyed her suspiciously, but did as he was asked.
The moment he picked up the empty hoselike boob, it inflated, curled around
him and pulled him in towards her.
"Hey, I thought it looked hilarious. I didn't mean anything negative with
that smile," he protested.
He felt her breast snake away from him and saw it contract to a round shape,
then grow back into the familiar full figure he came to know of her.
"And I," she said smiling, "thought it was hilarious to see you squirm for
a second."
With that she stepped off the bed, told him to to sit down again, punched
one of Dana's tits so they both rippled and quivered from tip to tip, and
reached up to pull down one of her massive tubular nipples, and climbed
on top of it so it rested between her legs.
"What're you going to do ?" he asked, "it almost looks like you're going
to ride her like a bronco."
"Not a bad idea," she said, "I like it. But first I have to get comfy."
She bent forwards until he was lying flat on the nipple, stretched her legs
and hooked them deep into Dana's enormous mass of soft breast.
Next, she held onto the nipple and rocked backwards, toppling the entire
mass one way so the huge nipple pointed straight up.
"Now watch this," she said while she got up and unsteadily stood on top of
the enormous soft boob, while spreading her legs.
She sat down on top of the 2-foot thick nipple then moved around a little,
checking she was sitting right.
"You're going to insert that into you ?"
"Of course."
"How ?"
"I'm a succubus. Everything fits in me."
With those words she moaned, and to his amazement he saw her cunt lips grow
and grow, and extend all the way around the enormous nipple, sucking it
inside of her. He saw how her body shifted to accomodate the massive post,
saw her clitoris swell and bulge, saw her rub it frantically as the huge
post got sicked deeper and deeper inside her, until finally she had the
entire length inside her and she was half-sitting, half-lying on top of
the domed aureolae.
"So much," she panted, "I love it."
She began rocking the boob back and forth, a grotesque imitation of a
thrust atop the enormous balloon boob, as it began deflating, and her own
breasts rapidly began filling up, distending and expanding, until all
he could se was two huge red orbs topped by jet black domes with knobs on
top of them.
"Too much," she crooned.
"Are you OK ?" he asked worriedly, rooted to the chair.
In response, the two dark red balloons began deflating, and Desdemona
appeared from behind them with a huge smile on her face.
"Yeah, I'm feeling great. That was one hell of a ride."
"Better than the hells you know ?"
"Much better."
"My turn ?"
"Indeed it is."
"Same as before, I get to choose some alterations ?"
"Anything you want. Start with the boobs ?"
"No, let's take the overall package first."
"Bigger ?"
"Right on."
"My size ?"
"No. Bigger."
"Oh, bigger. How much bigger ?"
"Make her stretch from one end of the room to the other ?"
He wasn't finished speaking or Dana was swelling in his direction,
snapping the cuffs around her ankles and wrists, and within seconds
she was literally filling the room from one end to the other
with her massive body.
"She's going to be tough to fuck for you," Desdemona commented.
"Slightly oversize cunt ?"
"Very much so," she pointed to the huge slit between her massive legs.
"Perhaps this was a bit much then."
"No problem. My size then ?"
"Sounds good to me."
"What's next ?"
"Ass."
"Why ? You get off on that too ?"
"No, but she was teasing me with it earlier."
Desdemona laughed. "Vengeful, horny, kinky, if I didn't know any better,
I'd doubt your humanity."
With a snap of the finger Dana's buttocks expanded into large pillows
spreading her legs and supporting her crotch.
"And finally," he said, "her boobs."
"How do you want them ?"
"Almost same as last time."
"What do you want different."
"Can you make them silicone-hard and swell more when I fuck her ?"
Before his eyes he saw Dana's tits turn into a pair of massive torpedo's
sporting a pair of pinkish rocket nipples ready for blastoff.
"As hard as I can, right ?"
"And then some."
He sat down between her legs and stuck his hard dick in her pussy,
concentrating on his hardon, feeling how he penetrated her ever deeper.
"Be careful," Desdemona warned, "you haven't learned how to properly
reverse changes to yourself."
He stopped concentrating and made his first thrust into Dana, sending her
boobs flying. When they came to rest he grasped her nipples, braced, and
thrust again, seeing one of Dana's hard breasts develop a growth lump on
one side. He thrust again, and saw a similar lump on the other one.
Again, and her breasts surged forwards with bulges under her nipples.
Then he stopped caring or noticing, invited Desdemona to sit behind him,
and began thrusting at Dana's pussy as hard, fast and ferocious as he
could, losing grip on her thick, hard nipples as they swelled past them,
slamming the pussy, with the succubus behind him crooning in delight,
until he could hold no more, and blew his entire load deep within.
He felt her presence behind him lift "One moment, please." he said.
"Take your time, I'm not in a hurry." she said.
He waited till the throbbing feeling in his dick had gone down, then
closed his eyes and concentrated on returning to normal, and finally
he felt himself popping out of Dana.
"Very good," Desdemona said, "you seem to have an instinctive grasp on
how to do that. Most get stuck with the results."
"Permanently ?"
"Until they either master the technique, kill themselves, or sacrifice
themselves to a succubus."
He got off Dana and went back to the chair to see the final act in their
carnal play.
"Going to do the same to her as the bitch across ?"
"Exactly."
Instead of holding Dana upright, however, Desdemona walked to one of the
projecting nipples near the wall of the room and took it into her mouth.
He watched in rapt fascination as Dana's form slowly deflated; her legs,
her arms, her body and head, and finally, her breasts began falling in and
deflating, until only the empty shell was left.
"Delicious," Desdemona said while she rubbed her inflated breasts.
"That's the end of it ?"
"Almost, first let me clean up this mess."
She intoned a few words, then the entire husk slowly disappeared from view.
"What do we do with these," he asked, pointing to Dana's implants.
"You can keep them as a trophy."
"I don't want them, and I can't throw them away either, because that might
lead to inconvenient questions later."
Desdemona thought for a moment, then smiled.
"If you're willing to expend one wish, I can get rid of them for you."
"Steep price."
"My mistake. I meant to say, I can make something useful out of them."
"Like what ?"
"Would you like two dolls, one of Dana and one of the bitch from across ?"
"Make it two of Dana, I kinda liked how she looked, and it's a deal."
"Then that's wish one of your reward."
"Wait. Can I have them in different versions or is that going to cost me
my other wish ?"
"No it won't. How did you want them ?"
"One as Dana with her 60-24-34 size, one as she looked when I fucked her."
"Deal."
She took the implant bags in her hands, one in each, chanted something, and
they shifted into two large pinkish packets.
"Here's your two inflatable Dana dolls. Version one and two."
"Thank you."
"These are not regular dolls, though," she warned.
"Don't wash in water warmer than 30 degrees ?"
"Very funny. No, they're InfiniFlates."
"Meaning ?"
"There is no limit to how big you can inflate these."
"But eventually the inside pressure will prevent further pumping, right ?"
"Wrong. As I said, there is no limit to how big you can inflate them, and
these don't conform to the regular rules of physics."
"Awesome. Thank you."
"So, what do you want for your second wish ?"
"The ability to sexually perform anytime, to be able to orgasm and cum as
many times as I want."
She shook her head. "I can't do that."
"Why not ?"
"Because that would make you equal to an Incubus, and they hate it when a
mortal can match them for performance. If you thought succubi were
vengeful, trust me, we're nothing compared to an incubus out for revenge."
"Do I have to make my second wish now, or can it wait ?"
"It can wait. But you have to make it in my presence."
"OK. See you tomorrow then ?"
Desdemona bent down and kissed him.
"Why not now, lover ?"
"Because I'm spent."
"I'm sure I can get a full load out of you."
"Yes, but, am I going to survive that ?"
"Probably not."
"That's what I mean. See you tomorrow, Desdemona."
She kissed him and sank through the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED ?


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