Tales of the Crimson Succubus The Demon Chronicles: Leshi by Carmine
Crimson Succubus motioned her eonist Shana to strip naked, which the thrall did as quickly as she could.
"You have failed me yet again, harlot," Succubus began, her eyes sanguine and her wings spread wide. "For this transgression you must be punished."
Succubus walked over to a large mahogany chest, lifted the lid, and produced a beautiful black dress. From the neckline to the upper thighs the silk dress had pleats that ran a dagger's length deep. The sleeveless garment had a tanned leather belt, the inside of which was lined with tiny hairs, each delicately sewed into the hide.
"Put this on."
Shana eased into the dress, letting it fall onto her curvy frame. It was tight about her breasts, and as she attempted to adjust it, the pleats brushed against her nipples, inflaming them so much that they ached. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her weight from her left hip to the right; in so doing, more of the dress' pleats tickled her cock and balls. Her scrotum tightened, growing slightly cold, while her cock expanded, with each tingle of the plaits making it stiffer and stiffer.
Wanting very badly to remove the dress, Shana made to lift it over her head, only to be stopped by Succubus. With a devious smile the she-devil brought Shana's arms back down and then cinched the belt around her middle. As soon as Succubus buckled the chastity lock Shana began to giggle, for the hair within the belt sent infinite reverberations through her spine.
"Mirth, from you?" Succubus stared at the slave. "Perhaps some bastinado is in order?"
With little effort Succubus pushed Shana onto a wooden rack. After binding the thrall's hands and feet with metal restraints, Succubus walked once again to the mahogany chest and brought out a metal box, within which was a most elaborate white feather.
"Mistress, no!"
"No?" It was Succubus' turn to laugh. "My little maid has forgotten herself. Tsk-tsk. Perhaps a more dire experience is in order."
Shana began to struggle, the folds on the dress following each move like a tormentor's dexterous hands. Tears rolled down her face, staining the wood, as Succubus put away the feather and placed a red mushroom between her thighs.
"Shana, I want you to meet Leshi. He's a very nice demon, you will see."
From out of the mushroom came a tiny creature with glimmering red skin, a singular horn and eye, a mouthful of pointed teeth, and a slender, almost emaciated body. The demon stared at Shana.
"My, big bosom and long dirk," Leshi said staring up at Shana's considerable member. "Leshi likes."
Using little suction cups found on his fingers and toes, Leshi began to climb up Shana's balls and then her cock, his ascent driving her crazy with titillating sensations. Leshi's tickling forced Shana to move, thereby activating the dress, which in turn drove her to the point of insanity.
Standing on Shana's purple helmet, Leshi stuck out his tongue. "This is nothing, lascivious human. Leshi show you something now."
Headfirst, Leshi dove into Shana's cock hole. She tensed as the diminutive abomination crawled inside her cock. The suction cups on the demon's fingers and toes once again stimulated her, only this time the sensations came from within. Shana stifled a shriek; she could feel an ejaculation building, yet the creature had a way of preventing the alabaster fluid from exploding out her throbbing hole.
Insane laughter filled the chamber as Leshi continued to explore Shana's most interesting countenance, in particular her well-polished waste-hole.
At dawn, Crimson Succubus stepped into Shana's room. Before the she-devil closed the door, the slave was out of bed and on her knees, with eyes downcast and chin tilted down.
"Want to hear something funny?" Succubus grinned.
"Yes, mistress."
"Very good, demimonde. Now, stand up. We have much to do."
Succubus handed Shana a white dress.
"Mistress?"
Succubus reached for the door. "Today's demon is Umin."
Shana looked at the inside of the garment. Uncounted numbers of tiny needles lined the gown. The she-devil whirled around. "His virtue is pain."
As they walked down a dark corridor, Shana could not help but wonder if Succubus would ever run out of demons.
"Remember Christ," Succubus muttered after scanning the servant's feeble intellect. "And his encounter with Legion."
Soft laughter filled the ebon atmosphere of the corridor as two shadows disappeared into the viscous ether.