A Manage-A-Trois...

You?re still contemplating possible means of escape when Angela grins, broadly and quite devilishly.

?Ooh, that?s perfect!? she giggles. You find yourself quickly unbound from the bed as she drags you toward the opposite post. Her grip tightens on you when you attempt to fight.

?STOP STRUGGLING, MEAT!? A pair of piercing evil eyes, flashing momentarily red to punctuate her growling reprimand, seem to drain the strength from your mind.

You quickly lose the will to fight, from fear or horniness or both, as she binds your hands behind you to the post, with your crotch angled toward the girls on the bed.

Melissa begins to cry as Angela kicks off her heels. Her soon-to-be-Satanic sister slinks on her stomach toward your erection, all the while wrapping her legs around your waist and the post. Her arms grip Melissa?s thighs, pulling her crotch to Angela?s hungry mouth as she nears your eager cockhead.

?Please don?t,? Melissa sobs, ?I don?t want this!?

?Yes, you do,? Angela rasps, ?You just don?t know it yet. Trust me, you?ll want to lust, to know power, to serve Master Satan as a succubus.?

?You?ve gotta stop, Angela,? you plead, ?we can help you, somehow, we...?

She does not reply in words, but rather by sinking back onto your cock and wrapping her lips around Melissa?s netherlips. She begins unceremoniously jamming herself on your manhood as a tongue feasts on her sister?s juices. All the while, her inhumanely powerful leg muscles pull you into a steady fucking rhythm.

Melissa?s crying begins to cease, replaced by delirious moans as her eyes roll into her head. She quickly surrenders herself to bucking and grinding her pussy against Angela?s mouth, trying to draw her sister?s tongue deep into her folds. You know of the danger you?re both in, but you begin to wonder if you should care. Who knows if Angela is infectious yet? Maybe you?re already doomed, and maybe you should just enjoy it...

?Fuck me,? she bellows, ?fuckin? fuck me!? Her furious leg thrusts drive you further into her steaming vaginal depths, as she pulls hard enough to snap the bedpost in two. Your hands come free of their bonds as the restraint clonks to the floor. In your delirium, you climb onto your knees and grip Angela?s shoulders, mounting her with the intention of rutting her raw.

She lets loose a resonant moan as you piston inside of her. ?Fuck...oh, fuck...I?m coming...Master...? Her body begins to tremble with impending climax, as does Melissa?s. You feel your own load begin welling up inside your rod.

Moments later, Angela begins an orgasmic crescendo, culminating with her glass-shattering cry of release. One final tongue probe brings her sister to climax, as your own explosion coats Angela?s tunnel.

As your erection slips out of Angela?s sopping cunt, you slide wearily from your grip, falling from the bed and onto the floor in an exhausted heap. As your head hits the carpet, you can make out a cruel moaning laugh above you.

When Melissa screams once more, your attention snaps back to the scene above you. You are greeted with the sight of Angela?s darkening red skin and sprouting phallic tail, as the blossoming demoness readies herself for another round at her sister?s crotch, leading the way with her black forked tongue.

Through the haze of pain in your head, you become dimly aware of something solid beneath the bed touching your leg. You quickly flip up the frilled sheet to see the golden bedpost! Angela must have kicked it under there when she attacked Melissa!

?Help me!? Melissa screams, as her sister bears ivory fangs and edges seductively closer.

?As you wish,? Angela hisses, ?my sister-in-sin!?

She hovers millimeters from the human?s bounty, completely oblivious to your return to consciousness. As her wings and horns grow forth, the completed succubus is far too occupied to sense the swing coming.

You connect the business end of the gilded bludgeon with her right waist, sizzling her Hell-flesh and sending her sprawling in bestial agony off the bed. As you ready for another swing, the succubus leaps to her feet, her red reptilian eyes blazing with anger.

?Why fight me? I?ve gifted you both!? Angela?s stance softens into a provocative lure, punctuated by the sexy curl of her tail around her crimson thigh. ?Wouldn?t you rather fuck me instead, incubus??

?I?m not an incubus!? you shout, tightening your grip on the weapon.

?Of course you are. You?ll feel it soon enough, just like my dear sister will. Very shortly, we?ll all raise some Hell!?

You steal a glance at Melissa, still strapped to the bed, sobbing softly. Disturbingly, your erection bobs a bit at the sight of her sweet slit.

Your first instinct is to assume the demoness is lying, but what if she?s not? If you?ve been infected, is there even a point to doing anything but surrendering to lust?