Enslaved by the Incubus (The Incubus Chronicles) (2 page)

The snake crested
the top of the stairs and moved to within ten feet of her. It reared up,
terrifying her. She was pressed against the wall, in a state of helpless
submission, but had enough sense to realize that she would have to prepare to
engage it if she wanted to live. Amy moved toward it and crouched, preparing
for its strike. The monster hissed. Then it lunged for her throat. Amy caught
the snake by its neck, just below the head, but the force of the leap took her
to the ground, leaving her on her back with the snake’s body running between
her breasts, over her bare belly and between her spread legs. That was all the
snake needed. It quickly wrapped itself about her divine body, pinning her
arms, crushing her breasts and stomach, and staking its claim between her legs.
In a matter of seconds she was fully bound.

The serpent toyed
with her sadistically. It ran its body back and forth across her breasts, tearing
away the frail silk bikini top and stiffening her nipples. It ran its scutes
between her legs and across her clit, squeezing her into submission as she
kicked helplessly from the stimulation. She belonged to it, a fact that it
drilled home by cocking its head, fanning its hood, and staring into her
captive eyes, as if to say,
I have you
.

Amy’s bondage to
the reptile lasted for what seemed an eternity as it mapped and explored her
womanly curves and recesses. Then, without warning,
the cobra reared up. She looked at it in terror, convinced it was
going to kill her.
 
Instead
it…changed. Amy thought it might have been loss of blood to the brain causing
her to hallucinate, but this whole experience was otherworldly. She knew better
than to write it off.

The snake released
its grip – not because it was letting her go, but because it was changing
the form in which it intended to have her. Before her very eyes, the snake
morphed from king cobra into an erect, naked, human male. Well, almost human.
His muscles were dense and cut, knotted around a six-foot plus frame. His abs
were fully defined and his traps and shoulders started a perfect V-shaped upper
body. His legs looked strong enough to move a mountain. He was standing over
her as she lay on the stone, his intent clear.

It’s you.

Before her stood
her dream lover from the store. Only this was no dream. And perfect as he was,
his magnificent, erect shaft was not human. Its length and width would dominate
any human woman, and its head and underside were barbed. It would cause Amy exquisite
pleasure and pain that could not be unentwined. Amy wanted him. But she was
terrified.

Amy slid back from
his shadow, turned and ran up to the stone wall barring her escape. Her sweet,
round ass cheeks and the bare backs of her legs caused his rod to throb even
harder. She pounded her fists against the wall, futilely resisting her capture
even as the demon’s hands seized her hips.

Help
! her lips cried, silently. A spell
had been cast, silencing her cry, holding her captive. Yet who would help her,
even if they could hear her? The truth was, Amy didn’t want to be helped. She
wanted to be taken like no man had ever taken her before. Her silent wish was
about to come true.

The demon brought
her to her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind, thrusting easily into
her wet and willing vagina. She moaned in divine pain, the spell lifted, her
passion audible in the burning air. His thrusts were masterful, rhythmic, as
his rod dominated her being, driving her further and further out of her mind as
she danced on the edge of unconsciousness. The sex was raw, more animal-like
than anything she ever experienced. She felt the first orgasm building deep,
deep within her. It was a wave the demon was creating, skillfully, through his
absolute control of his mate. Simply by touching her, by entering her, he knew
Amy’s body intimately. He knew its desires and its limits. He was manipulating
them, pushing his prize past her very boundaries. The waves overtook her as she
collapsed into a blinding orgasm.

For a while she
lay there on her belly, desperately holding onto her captor’s muscled arm that
circled her bare waist, feeling the wonderful weight of his body against her
back.
 
Eyes closed, she listened to
her heavy breathing against the warm stone floor. Amy was exhausted and
fulfilled. Yet at the same time she knew she needed more.
 
She needed him, again and again and
again. Suddenly she felt him withdraw, pain shooting through her as the barbed
head of his cock clawed her walls and folds.

Oh, to feel that against my clit.

Without warning, the
demon stood erect, lifting her effortlessly. He pinned her against the wall,
facing him. His strength was amazing, unstoppable. Amy wrapped her legs around
his waist, partly to hold him close, partly to yield to his further desires.
Her thighs were screaming.

They locked gazes.

“Hello again,” she
said.

He smiled. Then he
kissed her deeply and lovingly. She gazed into his dark but warm eyes again,
love-struck.

“What’s happening
to me?”

“I’ve kidnapped
you.”

“Why?”

“I want you,” he
answered simply. “Now I have you.”

“Who are you?”

“I am an Incubus.
I was created to master women.”

Amy had heard of
Incubi, but never thought they were real. All she knew was that this one was
damned good at his job.

“I don’t even know
your name.”

“My human name is
Torre.”

“Hi. I’m Amy,” she
panted.

He smiled.

“Hello Amy. I’ve
known about you for a while. Now you are with me.”

She felt his steel
cock pressing against her willing ass cheeks. Just like that, he was ready
again and so was she.
 
Anus or vagina,
she didn’t care, just so long as he pushed back inside her. He slid the sharp
head of his cock across her clit and she cried out. Then he entered her again,
using Amy’s own body weight to torture her as it forced her down on his
unyielding shaft. Her eyes went wide as she gasped.

“You’ve got me,”
she pleaded.

“Yes, I do. Kiss
me,” Torre ordered as he started thrusting into her. He was threatening to impale
her.

Her kiss was
frantic, as if she was trying to bite her lover’s face off. She was out of her
mind, trying to use his mouth to gag her own cries. All the way Torre hammered
her harder and harder. Amy was drowning helplessly in intense pleasure, but
there was problem - she couldn’t come. She was ready; the orgasm was trying to
force its way out. It was building exponentially but it was trapped. Amy knew Torre
was doing this somehow, torturing his captive with his love.

“Someone help me!”
she screamed.

No one saved her.

“I beg you, let me
come!” Amy pleaded, her tear soaked eyes looking into the dark, warm pools of
Torre’s eyes.

“Come now, little
one,” he instructed, lovingly.

Her release was
overwhelming, flooding through her whole body until her consciousness was lost
and merciful sleep took her exhausted, captive flesh. Torre threw his limp
slave-girl over one muscle-knotted shoulder and steadied her with a hand caressing
her ass. He kissed her waist as he carried her off into darkness.

They lay together
in the flickering firelight of the pit, demon-master and beautiful slave. His
kisses were even better after sex. Amy rested her head on his rock-solid chest.

“I thought demons
were evil.” Amy said.

“In case you
haven’t noticed, you’ve been abducted and made a sex slave,” the demon teased.

“Yes…but for you I
am a willing captive.”

“Perhaps, little
one. But you should know that your thoughts are not truly your own. My kiss
drugged you in the parking lot.”

“Good.”

He smiled. “Alas,
it is time for you to go home.”

Amy sat up and
looked at him.

“Soon it will be
morning in your world, and you need to live your life,” he explained.

Amy had temporarily
forgotten everything. She had a family to care for. She had to return for her
kids.

“You are letting
me go?” Amy needed to be free. But she didn’t want this to end. She couldn’t
bear the thought.

“You sound
disappointed.”

“I need you.” She
looked away. “But I suppose you have all the women you need.”

Torre pulled her
back gently and kissed her. Amy was surprised by his response. Could a demon
have a romantic streak?

“There is only one
you. You are a rare and wonderful thing, Amy. That is why I took you. That is
why I must let you go.”

“Can I ever
return?

“Our first kiss has
not worn off in the outside world yet. While it is poisoning you, the toxin
will carry you back here when you sleep.”

“Then I will
return tomorrow night. Promise you will take me.”

“You do not
understand what you are doing. If you return tomorrow night, I will brand you.”

“What does that
mean?”

“When you wake,
look at your inner thighs. That is where my brand appears on my females.”

Amy didn’t like
the “my females” remark, but she wasn’t going to worry about that now. She
could drive them off later…

“You will see this
mark,” Torre said, holding up a golden coin, showing the image of a bull
mounting a human woman in the shadow of a tower.

“Tomorrow it will
be faint. It will fade, as will your memories of me.”

Amy didn’t want to
forget.

“If you come back,
I will show you no mercy. I will take you in my true Incubus form and, if you
survive, the brand will become permanent.”

“If I survive?”
she gulped.

“You will be my
slave for all eternity. You will still wake in the mortal world and live that
life. But every sleeping moment you will find yourself here, bound, with me
inside you.”

Amy’s head was
spinning. The implications were terrifying – and intriguing.

“Take one last
kiss from me, Amy. Then never return. If you stay awake for twenty-four hours,
you will be free of my poison.”

Amy took her kiss.
It was long, desperate, and perfect.

She awoke in her
own bed.
 

She immediately
threw the covers off and spread her legs. Torre’s brand was there! It was
faint, but it was there, exquisite evidence of their night of love. It was his
touch, burned into her mortal, willing flesh.

Amy collapsed on
the bed and stretched, fingers between her legs.

This is what it feels like to be happy.

Now she had a
decision to make, the biggest one of her life. Torre had warned her not to come
back, and he had been deathly serious. But could she stay away, even if she
wanted to? Torre’s kiss may have been wearing off, but now Amy was drugged by
her own hormones and emotions.

Let’s see, should I return to the mortal
dating pool and deal with human men? Or should I be taken eternal sex slave by
the greatest lover I will ever know?

Torre had made her
an object of absolute desire. He had wholly possessed her and somehow she
hadn’t even experienced the best of it yet! He could rock her world – he
already had – but Amy also sensed she was woman enough to return the
favor. There was no decision to be made.

I’m already yours, master. I won’t let you
let go of me.

She gathered
herself so she could take care of her business in this world. Everything seemed
normal. The kids were safe in their rooms; they had time left to sleep before
getting up for school. She kissed them on their foreheads then dressed and went
downstairs to pack lunches and cook breakfast. There was no way she was going
to shower today, she wanted his scent to linger. Amy saw the kids off on the
bus then set about her daily errands with vigor. She had to get things done.

Tonight was going
to be an early bedtime.

Amy gained
consciousness in an ornate bedroom, candlelight dancing on her bare flesh.
 
She lay stretched across a canopied,
four-post bed carved with graphic depictions of demons and humans mating.
 
She leaned over and kissed a
particularly explicit image that struck her fancy.

Torre, you are nearby. I can sense you.

Amy slid from the
bed, her bare feet touching warm stone as she strode in front of a giant
mirror. She was naked and magnificent. It was then that the glorious demon
showed himself, emerging from the darkness behind her. His arms came about her
waist, pulling her close. They kissed, the taste of his lips divine. Their eyes
met, and in Torre’s gaze Amy could see his desire. Tonight was going to be
different. More intense.

A slight tremor
overtook her body.

“Be still,” he
whispered. Her body understood it as a command and stopped shaking. Amy had not
been bound yet, but they both knew she was already helpless. Torre kissed her
neck as he drew her wrists behind her back. He bound them with leather straps. Then
he ran his forefinger down the small of her back, tracing a line to the top of
the crack of her ass. Amy tensed, fearing and desiring penetration. Torre
pushed her over to the bed, throwing her back on her bound wrists, hurting her and
arousing her further. A mad thought crossed her mind:

I am going to escape. You’ll have to come
get me.

Amy cocked her
knee, placed a bare foot on the demon’s ripped midsection and pushed him back.
She then ran for it, wrists still bound behind her back.

Torre responded. He caught her
about the waist and dragged her before the mirror, his staff now fully erect
and comfortably wedged between her ass cheeks. Amy was further drugged by his
delicious scent, needing him inside her and aching with frustration. Torre
produced a jeweled collar and secured it around her neck, then hooked a leash
to the collar. She would not run again.

“Look at
yourself.” Torre ordered.

In the mirror, Amy
could see herself as Torre did – beautiful, womanly and desirable. Torre
was running his fingers over her nipples, bringing them erect. Next he produced
a thin golden chain with two clamps, one on each end. Amy knew that even her
nipples were to be enslaved. She gasped in pain and joy as the clamps took hold.

Never had she
looked or felt so beautiful.