Sure, but can he do it alive?

John took another step back, thinking what he could do. He only knew two ways to deal with problems.

Option 1) Arouse and fuck it! Not really viable right now.

Option 2) Make a deal with the devil and screw them over, like he did with that bat. He would have to do this. But how? With the bat he was lucky that it wanted to eat some girls instead of him, but he kinda had the feeling that this succubus was not a secret lesbian. Rather, she was very eager to eat some of his man meat. And his life **** right along with it.

The solution was simple. He was fucked. In all meanings of that word.

"What's wrong, sexy?" She teased him further and spun around, bending over to reveal her properly filled asshole to him. "I get it. You believe I am such a dirty whore, and you don't want my cunt. No sloppy nine thousandth for you, huh? How about you take my ass then. I am a virgin in there, that's why I plug it up. But I am sooo tight, I had to use liters of lube for this plug and my two girlfriends both tongued me out before thrusting it in. So you have to take me reaaaally hard so I learn to enjoy it properly. Come on, just pull it out." She spread her cheeks with her hands.

Now that John's mind was running on panic mode, he also noticed the claws she had. Those were no fingers, especially not with the long and sharp finger nails, at least 5 inches.

He knew damn well that it would kill him, but the fact that his dick was still telling him to screw it and just thrust in her pussy at this point was not helping him fight this foe. More as a whisper than a statement he finally got himself to state.

"I won't fall for your trap?" Everything but security made him more ask for her permission to not die, than to actually decide to fight her.

"What trap? Do you think my hole is so tight you might not be able to pull out. Trust me, I will move around on you by myself, if you are kind enough to stick it in me. Please!" She swirled around again, now putting her hands out front, about to grab his shoulders to give him a sensitive and most likely deadly hug.

She was changing her act a lot, John noticed. First she was just a slut, then more of a cheerleader, only to switch into the tight virgin and now she seemed to try and take command. Of course! She could manipulate his mind, or she thought she could, to be as horny as possible for her. She could make him want to fuck her. But she could not say how he liked it. She had no idea what his fetishes were. And he could use that.

"Do you have some ropes? I believe I have to teach you little slut some lessons!" Her posture changed instantly. She got something she could cling onto.

"Yes, sir, of course, please educate me why I am your servant!" She fell to her knees, legs still apart, hands behind her head. But no rope.

"I asked you for some bindings, to tie you up! Do you think that a harlot should have the right to move, unless it is your hips on my dick? I didn't think so either, so get me some ties!" He was strict to her, which actually felt really easy to pull off. He had to thank Laura for being his training dummy in regards of him mistreating others later. Then again, he probably shouldn't.

She smiled and raised her hands, a set of ropes and handcuffs appeared in it.

"Here, master. Please use these to your hearts content." Before even touching them, he observed them carefully.

Special item: Fetishists Rope. This rope is indestructable. Ties made by this rope can not be unbound, exept by the person who made them. The person bound by this rope will experience all sexual stimulations twice as intense.

If the bound person is no longer sexually aroused or willing to partake in sexual actions with the binder, the ropes will disappear by themself.

Alright, so in short, these ropes would be able to tie anybody up who was willing to be tied up. He HAD to find a way to keep those somehow. Then again, if they disappeared once he used them wrong, there was hardly a point in using them unless the person would let him use normal ropes as well. He had to think about this later.

For now he grapped the rope and started to bind the all so eager woman. Her hands behind her back, on which he roughly pushed her. Her legs were spread afar wide, making sure she couldn't cover herself, not that she had made any attempt to since he met her.

He was awestruck by this rope once again. First, it became longer whenever needed, and once he was done with one tie, another rope was already in his hand. Second, it seemed to know what he wanted. He never was a bondage master, but this rope clearly was, almost tieing the girl up itself. All John had to do, was put it on the right spot.

"Now. Let us have some fun." Said John while standing above the helpless looking succubus, who was only eying his crotch for a while now.