Harry Balls, The Ultraconservative

Susan decided to go after the toughest target she could think of. Being evil felt so deliciously good that she was confident she could turn and corrupt even a well-known prude like Harry.

Harry broadcast a live radio show every day from 11:00 until 1:00, in which he lambasted the porn industry and lamented the decline in morals in general. Susan found out which radio station he worked at and waited outside after his show. As soon as he appeared on the steps she ran up to him. "Oh, Mr. Balls! I was told I could find you here!" She acted like she was totally in awe of the pathetic man, a reaction which obviously played well on his overactive ego.

"Yes, and you are?" he asked snobbishly.

"Oh, a big fan Mr. Balls, and someone who needs some help!" Susan was laying it on thick, but the boorish Harry just seemed to lap it up.

"Well I'm sure I can help a fine, attractive young woman like yourself. But we can't talk here in the street, so how about if we ride back to my mansion in my limo and we can have a chat?" Harry, though a sexual prude, liked impressing people with his wealth and opulence, and Susan acted completely starstruck, musing about how she'd never ridden in a limo or met such a famous man, blah, blah, blah...

Eventually they arrived at Ball's mansion, Susan gushing the whole way about how much she admired the man and his efforts to improve morality. Harry was beaming as he led the disguised demoness into his home. "Come right into my library, my dear, and have a seat. I'll be right back with something cold to drink--don't worry! No ****, of course!" he said with a chuckle.

As soon as he left the room Susan rolled her eyes and grunted. She couldn't believe the guy was for real. What a dork! Then she grinned wantonly, realizing that soon he would be on his hands and knees, begging to be fucked up the ass or to suck off a dog or any other perversion she could think of. That thought sent a shiver of pleasure down Susan's spine.

"Cold, my dear?" Harry asked from the doorway, two glasses of iced tea in his hands.

"No, Mr. Balls! The temperature is fine, it's just that I'm... well, I'm kind of nervous to be so... so close to you." As she said this, she slid in much closer to the man and took a glass of tea. She removed an ice cube and began to suck on it suggestively. "Actually, Mr. Balls, I'm feeling kind of... hot..."

Harry, obviously uncomfortable with Susan's change of behavior, tried to take a step back but found that he was against a wall of books.

"In fact, Mr. Balls," she continued between licks on the ice, "That's what I wanted to talk about with you." She reached out a hand to Harry's chest and started to stroke his nipple through his shirt.

"Well, I, uh... You must... uh..." Harry set down his tea and fumbled behind him against the bookshelf.

"What's the matter, Harry," she asked, using his first name for the first time, "Finding it hard to keep up that pious facade?" She threw her glass of tea across the room, the glass shattering as it hit the floor. With her now-free hand she reached up to cup his face, leaning in for a kiss that would mark the beginning of Harry's end.

"ARDUNO CAL BASTIO!" he cried. "RUTOLA ITA MADA!" His hands whipped out from behind him and snapped some kind of collar around Susan's neck, and instantly she was in excruciating pain. She fell to the floor, writhing in agony, while Harry looked down with derision. "Stupid fucking bitch!" he spat. "Did you think I wouldn't know you were a succubus?"

Susan could barely think, the pain searing every fiber of her being. She couldn't even scream, as the effort seemed too much for her assaulted body.

"Oh, does that hurt, little bitch?" Harry asked with sarcasm. "That's a Cassadi control collar. I control it with my thoughts, now that I bound it to you, and it controls you! Isn't that delightful?!" Harry laughed, and Susan felt despair. What had she gotten herself into? How had she fallen into such an obivous trap?

"I've destroyed others of your kind," he bragged, "And I'm learning how to prolong the agony before destroying you. The last one lasted almost six months!"

The words were like a sledgehammer to Susan. She could barely imagine six more minutes of this hell, let alone six months.

"And you're the most beautiful I've seen. Oh, yes... I'm going to have quite a lot of fun with you, little bitch!"

As Susan looked up with fear and hopelessness into the eyes of her captor, one glimmer of a chance entered her mind. Tapping into a part of her brain she didn't previously know existed, she called out to her mistress. "Danya!" her telepathy screamed, "Help me, mistress!"

Apparently seeing something in her eyes he didn't like, Harry turned up the intensity of the pain tenfold. Susan instantly blacked out, her battered psyche overloaded.