Take the risk

She's probably gone, you muse. With confidence in hand, you exit the crate and stretch your legs.

"GOT YOU!"

The succubus leaps onto you, knocking you down! You forgot just how strong they were, but this is a terrible way to remember.

You're dragged to the next room. There's rows of vanities and wardrobes, lit up by a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The smell of sex fills the room as the same succubus now carries you down to the basement.

In the basement is a padded brass chair with straps where one would place their wrists and legs. However, the chair looks a little... minimalist.

You're strapped into the chair, with your legs spread open with easy access to your ass and crotch. No less than 5 other succubi surround and dote on you.

"Awww, such a cutie pie!"

"I just wanna cover his dick in kisses..."

Another comes up to you, with one of those strapped balls. She places the ball into your mouth and wraps it around your head, and with dread you realise it's a gag. More specifically, one of those 'ball gags' the upper class use for fetish play.

A pair of succubi strip you of your clothes as another soaks a cloth in some pink liquid and begins to wipe you down. Your mind begins to cloud with lust and you rise to full mast.