Succubus: Stock

Lewd World of Darkness: Succubus: Stock Part 1 of 2
Tags: Modern Fantasy, Femdom, Watching, Dubcon, Succubus

“Then he spat up on me again after I fed him,” Isabelle said, “I think he is doing it on purpose now.”

Bill swirled his peas around with his fork, prepping himself for the next bite. After that he could move on to the mashed potatoes, which at least had the grace to come with gravy.

“Are you listening to me?” Isabelle asked.

He nodded, and looked up in time to see that even that was the wrong answer. Isabelle was beautiful even when pissed, but despite his predilections when at play, that stare was a warning sign he couldn’t ignore.

“What’s wrong with you?” Isabelle said, her fork stabbed deep into a piece of meatloaf.

Bill looked at the floor tiles. They needed cleaning. Wasn’t that supposed to be the benefit of children, free labor? It was still too early for that, even he knew that.

“I’m just tired,” He said, trying to blow it off.

“Hard time at work?”

Did dealing with her count as work? He wasn’t a good liar, a fault of his nature. It was easier when it was only a half-truth.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” He said before spooning some peas into his mouth. It tasted like ash. To be accurate, it tasted like what you would imagine ash tasted like, since most people didn’t go around eating ash for the sake of accurate metaphors. He mushed it around, and then swallowed.

“You’re basically a receptionist,” Isabelle said with a smirk, “It isn’t exactly exhausting work, Billy.”

She knew he hated being called Billy.

“Yeah,” He said with a shrug, “Maybe I need to eat better, or something.”

Isabelle stopped with a bite of peas an inch from her mouth. He couldn’t focus on her eyes when they beamed like that.

This wasn’t what he imagined when they first moved in together. He didn’t know what he imagined. They were different from each other, but everything told him that was not only to be expected, but admired. He made a note not to take long term relationship advice from TV sitcoms and internet memes. Still, Isabelle had her charms, two prominent ones he liked to nibble on when given the chance. Plus, she was a wonderful mother.

There was a thumping noise from down the hall, and Bill’s eyes went wide. Their little house wasn’t that big, it was hard to miss anything. When he looked to Isabelle, he saw the woman he loved spark behind her gaze. Her lips curled up, and she dabbed at her mouth with a napkin.

“Sounds like he is up,” She said as she stood up, “You coming?”

The way her finger dragged along the table told him he would be missing out if he said no. So he nodded, and followed her down the hall.

Isabelle stopped outside the bedroom, and took a deep breath. “I hope he isn’t cranky.”

Bill shook his head, “Who wouldn’t be cranky?”

She rolled her eyes at him. Which he took to mean something close to, ‘I agree with you Bill, but saying so would require me supporting your ego for even a brief moment.’

“It won’t always be this way,” She said, putting a hand on his chest, “You know that right?”

The touch was light, her arm keeping her fingers supported just above him. Through the door was someone she loved more than him. He was okay with that, in a way that was hard to understand.

“Yes.”

She turned, her curls brushing against his face as she went for the door. It clicked open to a dark room. There was a rustling around inside, and then a stiff silence.

Isabelle reached out and flicked on the lights. A red room, from the walls to the furniture. There in the center was a black pole, screwed into the floor. From there, a pair of cuffs on long chains were welded to the pole.

No one ever tells you about the physical labor required for love. Home improvements, metalworking, hauling bodies.

Eric, that was the man’s name, didn’t look directly at Isabelle. If he asked Bill, which he wouldn’t, she was the immediate danger.

“No,” Eric whispered, rattling against his chains, “Please no, I’ll be quiet.”

Isabelle walked into the room, and Bill couldn’t ignore the addition of a sultry sway in her step. What was to him a boring pair of cut-off jeans and a white button-up top, dress-down wear for a woman tired of looking professional at work, became the uniform of the seductive housewife.

Eric tried to push himself against the pole and to the side. He couldn’t get much further with the chains holding his arms up around his head. He was stripped down to his briefs, but looked clean and well cut. Of course, Isabelle could pick her men.

“What’s wrong?” Isabelle whispered as she pulled up alongside him.

He flinched at her touch, just once, but then again Bill noticed Eric’s eyes were now trapped on her. His will was already weakening. She squeezed her chest against his side, took a finger down his exposed chest.

“I just don’t want to get hurt,” Eric whimpered, “Just let me go, and I promise I won’t say a thing.”

Bill chuckled. Isabelle glared at him, and he looked at the ceiling. Had that line ever worked on anyone? Had any kidnapper ever decided, ‘oh well if they promise not to tell anyone, I guess we can make peace and act like this never happened?’

“You’re just anxious,” Isabelle said, rubbing her nose into Eric’s cheek, “I know just the thing to make you feel better.”

An expression of shock swept over Eric. He looked to Bill, to Isabelle, and then across the room. Bill wondered if he could pinpoint the moment Eric lost all hope. Sometimes there were false positives, or maybe he didn’t understand people as well as he thought he did.

Isabelle stood up, and Eric’s eyes followed her. She undid a button, and now she had the attention of both men. She shifted her hips as she undid the next button. It made her curls bounce, and her ass jutt out. Bill smiled.

She looked down at herself as she undid the next button, appreciating the growing wedge of smooth skin, and the little bar of red from her bra crossing over it. It was an enticing sight, and he could already feel himself swelling. This was the Isabelle he loved.

The shirt opened, revealing perky breasts cupped by silky red. Despite his alarm, and the battered wife reaction Eric had to Isabelle’s every move, Bill could see that he wasn’t the only one in the room growing excited.

“Good,” She said, “So you’re going to cooperate tonight?”

Eric shook his head violently enough that his chains echoed through the house.

“That’s not what that bulge is telling me,” She whispered, “Don’t lie to me Eric, I don’t like lies.”

Bill watched Eric’s reaction. The man gave in to his own desires. His arms slumped, his eyes feasted on Isabelle’s form. So much resistance to relaxation.

“I’ll be right back,” Isabelle said, looking over her shoulder to Bill, “Make sure he is ready for me?”

She didn’t wait for his answer, she walked out of the room, and closed the door behind her. It only took a few seconds of absence for the fear to creep back into Eric’s eyes.

“Man,” Eric whispered loud enough for a neighbor to hear, “Man, come on, you’ve gotta help me. Let me out of here, please, she’s crazy.”

Bill took a step toward him, his feet on either side of the the man’s outspread legs. Bill was a new face to him, he couldn’t blame him for reaching out.

“Please,” Eric said, “You have to see this ain’t right, this is all madness. Your bitch is insane.”

This wasn’t Bill’s favorite part, but he was desperate for attention. He kneeled down, and that splinter of hope perked Eric up.

“You have a key to these?” Eric said, his eyes watching the door.

It had to be the chin. Bill didn’t understand what women saw in a strong chin, that dimple that looked like someone had strapped a small ass to your face. He found it was also a good indication of the type of man you were picking up. As if his toned pecs and equally toned-yet-probably-less-bronzed glutes didn’t speak to a lifestyle that would be hard to balance with a relationship.

Bill’s hand touched Eric’s neck, and the man seemed to snap back to attention, and realize Bill wasn’t nearly as alarmed as he was.

Eric was breeding stock.

“What’re you doing?” Eric said, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Bill wrapped his hand around Eric’s chin, and held him forward. The look of terror on Eric’s face when their lips met, it was exquisite on its own. Eric tried to pull back, tried to push his hands forward, and met his restraints both ways. He didn’t have the will to resist long, and Bill got what he came for. He had the taste of the man on his tongue, the touch of his skin under his fingernails.

He released him, and Eric began to sputter.

“What the hell?”

“You two enjoying yourselves?” Said Isabelle from behind him.

Bill stood up, and smiled as he turned to see Isabelle in a red nightie. The material was sheer, leaving her with just her bra and panties beneath.

“One of us is,” Bill said as he stepped aside and let her approach.

Eric’s eyes said everything he couldn’t. He looked hurt, betrayed, confused, terrified. That was it, the moment he stopped entertaining escape. There was no missing it, his eyes closed, he turned his head to Isabelle, and when they opened again he seemed resigned to his fate.

“If I know you,” Isabelle said, “Everyone will be having fun soon enough.”

At least she recognized his talents, occasionally.

She reached behind her and loosened her bra, swaying toward Eric’s pole as she did so. Eric’s eyes watched her bosom as it came free, like a teenager tempted with a playboy foldout. She pulled it free from of her cleavage, and dangled it in front of his face. With a flick of her fingers, the cup covered half of his face.

“You’re ready to enjoy yourself, right?” She asked as she squeezed her breasts with her biceps, the plump offerings threatening to burst free.

“Oh yeah,” Eric said, a small smile at the edge of his mouth.

It was partially true, Bill could hear it in his voice. Part of the poor man was alarmed, but a whole other part was ready to accept what didn’t seem like too bad a torture. Another part was scheming, but that could be dealt with later.

She brought her bosom down, smothering his face in it, shaking back and forth. She knelt down, seating herself on his growing excitement. Bill knew how that felt, that heat from a woman growing more excited by the second, enraptured by an animalistic urge to copulate. A small band of material the only thing keeping them apart.

“I hope you’re not shy,” Isabelle said, “He watches.”

Before Eric could answer, she kissed him. His hands strained against his chains again, his fingers fraying out as he tried to get a handle on the beautiful woman before him.

Isabelle giggled as she released the kiss, and rubbed her cheek along his, whispered naughty secrets in his ears.

Bill could see Eric’s body jolt, and get rigid in more ways than one. Bill took it as his cue, and walked up behind Isabelle. He leaned down, and as Isabelle leaned up, he grabbed the boy’s briefs, and yanked them off of him before tossing them aside.

“Well look at you,” Isabelle said with a gleeful smile, “You aren’t going to make this easy on me, are you?”

Her hands fell to his groin, ran up his full length. She licked her lips as his meat bounced back from her playful pawing. Bill was impressed, as much as he considered socially viable.

Isabelle, well she loved it. That was to be expected, it was only natural, but her eyes were lit up with child-like wonder. She gripped it between her fingers, ran her thumb over the head. All the while she watched Eric’s responses, those small twitches, micro-moments of lust. Her other hand gripped his chest, ran up the center of his chest, cupped his cheek.

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” Isabelle said.

Bill rolled his eyes.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Eric whispered.

“Tell me you want me,” She said as she stood up in front of him, and put her fingers in the waist of her red panties.

“More than anything,” Eric grumbled, his eyes looking a little vacant.

It seemed the ball was starting to roll.

Her panties slid down her thighs, her knees bending in to a point before she slipped a foot out of them. The other foot kicked the panties aside. She was shaved clean, Bill noted that was a recent development.

She slid back down in front of him, her hands gripping Eric again. She pulled his head against her lower lips, and paused a brief moment.

“This is the fun part.”

A gasp escaped her lips as she slid down over his length. The look on her face rippled through Bill’s chest. That was an expression that couldn’t be faked, a face of desperate lust.

She slid down far, but moved back up before she got comfortable. Her hips twisted above Eric’s, shifting his length inside her. Then she slid down again, driving him deep.

“Oh my god,” Eric groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Dead wrong,” Isabelle giggled as she started to grind faster.

Bill had his pants unzipped now, and was giving himself an idle stroke. From here he could watch angles he otherwise couldn’t. His favorite was from just behind Isabelle. Watching her lips fold around his manhood, that glimpse of her anus growing as she pushed her hips back, watching that twitch in her thigh when his head struck deep. It almost made this part worth it.

Isabelle was breathing deeply now, and Bill realized this was going to be coming to an end soon enough. It could end earlier than she wanted, Eric was still going to need more training before that problem went away.

She kneeled up, and he left her with a lewd schluck noise. She turned, her back to Eric, and Bill realized this was for his benefit. Her legs spread wide, she guided Eric back into her. She was crouched, her knees spread to either side, the whole event there for him to view. He loved her so much.

Isabelle pushed herself, up and down, her breasts swaying with each fall onto Eric’s groin. One of her hands played with her little button, ran circles over that flesh red with want. The other held her to Eric, who was mewling like a bull ready to blow.

“Come on,” Isabelle moaned, “You can do it.”

She bit her lip as she ran her hand down Eric’s cheek. She knew how much he liked that, she knew he couldn’t resist it when she bit her lip.

Eric grunted, and his legs went stiff. Isabelle gasped, and she slid down until he was filling her to the balls. Bill could see it in her eyes, he was filling her like a heifer in the field. Bill couldn’t help himself, and groaned as he came.

Eric was panting with exhaustion. He was fading, on the edge of passing out. Isabelle rubbed herself against him, her back against his chest, her cheek against his face, her rear against his crotch. It was one last act of sexual aggression before she stood up.

Then she took a breath, and walked over to Bill.

“You enjoy yourself?” She asked before kissing him.

He didn’t bother answering, he still had his dick in his hand.

“You taste like him,” Isabelle said, then her face went serious as if she remembered an important meeting, one that didn’t include him, “Hmm.”

She started to walk out of the room, but Bill stopped her.

“Do you think he’ll do?” Bill asked.

She looked back at Eric. His eyes were out of focus, his head lilting from side to side.

“He might be a little weak,” Isabelle said, “But I can change that. Don’t you worry your little self about that.”

Then she walked out. Bill looked at Eric, the man’s eyes were still trying to focus.

“Why are you doing this?” Eric muttered, “What did I do?”

Bill questioned answering at all. Still, if Eric was going to stay, he would need to know them both. He couldn’t just ignore his responsibility.

“You’ve done your part,” Bill said, “You should try to get used to it.”

“My part?”

Isabelle would be waiting for him. Bill didn’t have time to sit around and chat.

“Consider it a donation, it will help you sleep.”

Epilogue


“Which one are you going to choose?” Isabelle said as she sat at the mirror, brushing her hair.

“Don’t know yet,” Bill said as he stood in the doorway. It was his job to choose, he didn’t really feel obligated to explain himself. He didn’t get much say in Eric, he expected the same courtesy in return.

“I think you should go with the waitress,” Isabelle said, “She’s cute, a little unassuming. You would have fun.”

“Maybe,” He said, “A waitress doesn’t need my help.”

“Our help,” Isabelle corrected, “Then who? The lawyer? She is so frigid, you may as well put your balls in the…”

Isabelle stopped, and gagged. It was like a dry retch, or a grown woman trying to spit up a hairball.

“Gross,” She said, “I hate this.”

“That’s why blowjobs are easier.”

“And shittier,” Isabelle said with a roll of her eyes, “I don’t see you going around blowing sweaty…”

She bent over and made the retching sound again. Bill had to admit, this always amused him a little.

“Are you going to come and get this?” Isabelle said, a look of frustration contrasting with those beautiful curls.

He looked at her, and put his hands in his pockets, “You can use a vial.”

She dry-heaved, “Asshole.”

She opened a drawer, and it jingled with quite a few vials that had the consistency and color of clay pottery. She pulled one out with a slight hint of desperation, and put it to her mouth.

“I think it will have to be the lawyer,” Bill said, “The waitress is just lonely. She can have a kid as soon as she snaps out of it. As soon as a guy who hasn’t been kissing his sister pays her any attention, she won’t need us.”

He heard Isabelle start to really spit it up, so he turned his eye on her. He knew she hated it when someone watched her fill up. Her cheeks turned crimson, and she tried to hide behind that wall of curls.

But Bill could still see her. The liquid vigor, thick male seed now with a slight yellow tinge, was flowing down her tongue and into the vial. Now and again she made a retching noise, and the flow would increase from a slow drip to a trickle. Then she spat into the vial, and smacked her lips before corking the vial.

She held it out for him, using her other hand to pull her hair back out of her eyes.

“Fine,” she said, “But I still think Ally Mcbeal could just get a quick surgery done, and be right as rain.”

He took the vial, and held it in his fingers. It was still warm with something besides that natural heat of a human being. No, it was power.

“Trust me,” Bill said, “She has a need that only I can meet.”

Isabelle laughed and stood up, “If you say so, I wasn’t aware your dick was jesus.”

She walked over and wrapped her arms under his.

“I could show you once in a while,” He said, “We have the means.”

“Oh honey,” She said with a frown, “That sounds absolutely disgusting. Are you going tomorrow?”

Bill let out a sigh, “Yeah, after work.”

“Try to be home for dinner.”