The Club

The sound of debauchery is music to your ears. You can hear it from down the street, bouncing club music, shrieks of delight. You and your succubi descend upon the club. The bouncer holds up one trembling hand to stop you but a flick of your wrist and he is on the ground. You turn to your newest ****. “Drain him completely, but don’t let him turn, and none of his seed is to enter you.” She bows deeply. “Yes, my lord. Thank you for your generous gift.” Danielle appears beside you, to hang upon your arm like good eye candy.

“Let’s go inside sir. I’ve locked all the other doors, just like you asked. Please sir. I want to taste them.” Her eyes were wicked but ****. She was dripping. A single indication is all that it took. Your succubi slaves dart ahead of you into the club, and screams fill the night air through the open door. You follow behind. You’re not in any rush.

Descending another set of stairs you see what the succubi have inflicted upon the crowd. Each is now attended by two or six of the most willing participants, while the rest look on in horror. A few chose to run, to get help. But the doorway is closed behind you and you block their path. You grab one by the throat and lift her away from the ground.

She’s thin and short. Straight black hair small almond shaped eyes so dark they give her an interesting appearance in the dim club light. She’s wearing a tiny tight little dress barely able to cover her ass, with high heels tall enough that you wonder how she got down the stairs. But what really grabs your attention is the sash. “Bridezilla 2024.” You read aloud. You look up at her. “Tell me. Where are all your bridesmaids?”

She tilted her head, still grabbing at her throat. A small group of women were huddled around a short table, covered with empty shot glasses, bottles and a small pill bottle. You move across the floor. A wave of your hand and the women’s eyes dilate and they begin pawing at your legs begging to be the first to worship you properly. You drop the bride on the table in front of you.

Your cock pushes inter her mouth without ceremony, and a Gak sound escapes her throat as you bury your length insider her. You look at the other bridesmaids. “So, who was this slut planning on marrying?” One of them tentatively raises their hand and you notice that her sash also says bridezilla and not bridesmaid. “Ah, so tell me what do you think about me violating her throat?”

Her mouth trembles, but you can see her excitement running down the inside of her thigh.