Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2002 20:49:55 -0600
From: Carmine <carmine@cybermesa.com>
Subject: Tales of the Crimson Succubus: Demon Chronicles

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.