Danya chooses to watch

Danya used one of her new-found powers and turned herself, not really invisible, but more "misty". At least that's how she thought of it. Looking at herself in a mirror she could only see a slight shimmering of the air, and even that only became apparent when she moved. She walked across the room and draped her body languidly across an overstuffed chair, pulled her leather miniskirt up around her waist, and stuck a latex glove-covered finger into her dripping snatch. Of course if things got TOO intense or dangerous for Susan she would intervene, but in the meantime she thought the girl could be taught a lesson. She had been far too reckless.

The loud SMACK of a whip hitting bare flesh caused Danya to look up. An angry red welt rose on the flesh of Susan's stomach, but rather than screaming out in pain she only hissed in rage. Harry walked up and stuck his finger in her pussy, then sucked her juices into his mouth. "You fucking slut," he cursed, "This is turning you ON, isn't it?" He stepped back and whipped her again, this time leaving a trail of pain right across her breasts. This time Susan did yelp, but it was clear pain was not the only thing causing her to vocalize. Danya shuddered in shared pleasure.

For almost thirty minutes Harry whipped, flogged, slapped, and hit the bound succubus. He also used the magical collar to send pain directly into her mind, especially after he noticed her second orgasm. Danya came five times, and her leaking juices were starting to leave a big stain on the upholstery of the chair she was lounging in.

"Okay, bitch, it's time to get serious with you," Harry declared. "I know you won't enjoy THIS at all!" He walked over to a bookcase that held some of the more ancient looking implements and selected one, a bulbous, rougly dildo-shaped object with strange carvings and symbols all over it. Danya licked her lips in anticipation--although the object was huge and would certainly stretch Susan's cunt to the limit, she knew it would ultimately result in more pleasure for the sex-addicted demoness.

"Harry," Susan called out. "You're only delaying the inevitable. You know you want to fuck me. You know that you're just as perverted and twisted as I am. You're hard-on is about to burst though your pants!" And it was. Harry's pants had been displaying a painful-looking tent for the last twenty minutes. "Come take me, Harry, while I'm all bound and helpless. You know you want to..." As she cooed this last statement Susan began grinding her hips and licking her lips. She was the perfect picture of raw animal sexuality, and the bloody whip marks only added to her appeal in Harry's mind.

He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled down his trousers, revealing a surprisingly fit and attractive man. He apparently dressed to make himself look pudgy which was more in fitting with his puritan persona. Susan had to admit that even she was surprised when Harry pulled off his shirt to reveal two pierced nipples. "Oh yes, little slut. I AM just as wicked as you. I'm actually an incubus, which is why I recognized you right away for what you are. But you must be new, because you're stupid and impulsive. And mine, I'm afraid."

Harry walked toward the bound woman, whose features now showed fear for the first time. "I use my radio show, book publishing, all that crap simply to expose little minor demonesses like you. Then I lure them here so that I can take their power. And that brings me to my little friend here," Harry said, tossing the huge dildo in his hand. He stroked some of the glyphs, causing them to glow soflty, then pushed it against her resisting pussy lips. "I had to get you nice and wet so that he'd fit in," he explained as the tip of the phallus started to work inside. "It's a little magical artifact that changes its size to completely fill the pussy it's used on. I'm impressed--you really must be quite the slut because I've never seen it so long and wide!"

He continued pushing and the thing slowly worked its way deeper and deeper into Susan's well-lubricated cunt. It was getting painful, which showed on her face. "Hurt?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Good, your pain is what will give me your essence," he said as he slammed a good six inches of the device in. Susan screamed, and Danya decided it was time to get involved.

"Not so fast, sweet thing," Harry said, turning his attention to the misty demoness in his chair. He lifted his hand and snakes oozed out of the leather and wrapped themselves firmly around Danya's limbs. The snakes were still attached to the chair and appeared themselves to made of leather, but they had mouths with fangs and slithering forked tongues. Danya reappeared, causing Susan to cry out, "Mistress!" In response Harry pushed the dildo the rest of the way in so that only it's huge base was sticking out. "Once I suck the life from your plaything here, I'll pay attention to you, deviant one."

Danya struggled to no avail. The leather snakes held her fast to the chair. Remembering that she, too, had powers, she extended her own fangs and bit into the snake holding her left arm, hoping it would loosen its grip. Instead, it took the opportunity to strike at Danya's unprotected neck, sinking its venom-dripping fangs directly into her bloodstream. Instantly Danya's horniness increased a thousandfold, driving her into a frenzy since she couldn't diddle her twat.

Harry guided his impressive member at Susan's nether orifice, eliciting a shriek of fear. "No! You can't! I'm already stretched because of this THING! You can't fit in my ass!"

"Yes I can, and the sad thing is that you want me to, you little fucking bitch." Susan's pussy juices had dripped down all around her anus, providing enough lubrication for Harry to start to slip in. "And once you come from me fucking you in this unholy way, the idol in your pussy will absorb your demonic powers, which I can then extract. Face it, slut, you're mine!" Harry rammed himself home, making Susan scream in inhuman agony. Harry only laughed, knowing that the other girl was helpless and would soon face the same fate. Maybe he would make the other one give him a blow job with the idol in her pussy, he started thinking, which caused a smile to break out on his face and his hips to start moving. Despite (or perhaps because of) the incredible pain, Susan found her body betraying her. The ultimate depravity of what was happening to her, combined with the conscious knowledge that deep down she enjoyed it, started stirring feelings of sexual pleasure that she knew could only culminate in another orgasm. As Harry **** her asshole it started feeling better and better. He slapped her, hard, across the face, which snapped her out of her reverie but also caused a shudder of pleasure. She was being used, totally and completely fucked against her will, and liking it.