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Chapter 4 by Odysseus Odysseus

How does he awake?

Tied up

Tristan awoke buck naked tied to an X shaped cross, leather cuffs tied around each of his limbs, his dick flaccid in the cool air. Fuck! He tried to say, though no words came out of his mouth. He was still under the influence of the Succubus paralysing magic.

The room was full of objects Tristan could not imagine the use of. Leather whips too short to properly lash animals, enough collars to fit a kennel, and a device he guessed one was supposed to lay one with there knees spread apart.

His captor entered the room. The Succubus smiled at seeing Tristan restrained and laughed as she lightly touched his chest, sending chills down his spine.

“You look so powerless,” she said.

Tristan tried to tighten his hands, to move his arms and attempt to break free of his predicament, but he couldn’t move an inch. The Succubus must have sensed his struggles because she began to laugh harder, not an evil or malicious laugh, but a cute feminine almost flirtatious chuckle that reminded Tristan of a serving girl from Sir Reginald’s estate. In other circumstances, he would be trying to bed a woman as pretty as the monster before him, but now he hated that he found her attractive. The Succubus ran a finger across his neck and Tristan could feel blood beginning to rush to his groin.

“There we go,” said the Succubus, eyeing his cock.

She took it in her hand and began to stroke. The magic paralysing him faded as his dick grew in the monsters soft hands and Tristan moved his hips back and forth, enjoying her touch.

“That was easy,” she said as she let go. “You can talk now.”

“You whore,” Tristan shouted at the Succubus.

She extended her hand and one of the whips flew into it. She quickly lashed Tristan twice, once in the chest once one his groin, fortunately missing his balls. The blows stung for a moment.

“Watch your language,” she said. “I have carrots and sticks for you. The sticks are, more or less, different ways of hurting you.” The Succubus clenched her hand Tristan’s whip marks burned anew. “But also carrots.” She tapped his cock, which was at half-mast. “Understand.”

Tristan nodded. He wasn’t in a position to defend himself.

“Good. Now, the way I see it, you are pretty much dead. I could **** you out, cut your throat, send enough magic into your body to burst your blood vessels, but I won’t, yet.”

“I need an errand boy, and you either volunteered for that by rushing in her without or for one of the before mentioned methods ?of ****. Understand.”

Tristan nodded. He hadn’t the slightest idea of what the Succubus wanted from him, but he would agree to anything in order to escape and hopefully never see this creature again.

“Very good,” said the monster. “There is just one more thing.”

Blue sparks began emerging from her hand and she smiled sinisterly.

What does she do?

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