S D Chapman The Incubus A huge thank-you goes to Antoine Oragnée for proofing and editing. I couldn't have done it without you.

Any likeness to persons living or dead may or may not be entirely coincidental. 
 
 
 The Incubus 
 It started as a day like any other. Joanne was woken by her alarm clock and hit snooze for an extra few minutes sleep, in the blink of an eye the alarm went off again and she reluctantly rolled out of bed and got ready for work. It was still dark outside. Things hadn't been going well at work lately and she dreaded going. Sinking back into the depression that had haunted her for most of her life, she permanently fantasised about suicide, she knew that the easiest pills to get were the worst way to go. She had done a lot of research over the years and knew just how she'd do it if it came down to it. Living hand to mouth, there was never any money left over for treats or even a proper Sunday dinner, meat was out of the budget and so was cooking it! Some weekends she'd go to the market to ask the fish man if he had any fish skins for the cat, she didn't even have a cat! Often she'd receive a small bag of several skins with at least half a centimetre thick of fish still attached to each. 'He would just throw it away anyway.' she rationalized. By doing this she could tuck into a luxurious salmon and rice stir fry that she wouldn't be able to afford normally. 
   
 Joanne was almost at work now, just a short walk left to go. She heard footsteps behind her, expecting a co-worker she turned and said, “Morning”. Then she set eyes on the stranger, he forced a damp hanky over her nose and mouth. 'Eww, Snot!' was her last thought before the chloroform knocked her out. 
   
 Jo woke up naked, soaking in a fragrant, warm bath. There's a shelf under her chin, presumably to stop her slipping beneath the water and drowning. She glanced down and realised that she'd been totally shaved, not one strand of hair is left anywhere on her body. She raised her hand and ran it over her head in disbelief then let out a shriek, there wasn't even any hair on her head! The door opened and in walked a man. She instinctively tried to cower down, trying to hide in fear and shame. He approached and removed the shelf from under her chin. "There's a towel and robe over there" he said before leaving the room. Jo got out of the bath and dried herself off. After making sure the robe was securely tied she opened the door slowly and peeked into the corridor before opening the door all the way and walking through. Halfway down the corridor she lost her nerve and ran back to the bathroom, closing the door behind her she sat on the edge of the bath, tears streaming down her face. A few minutes passed then she heard footsteps in the corridor, the man from earlier walked in wearing a satin robe. "Don't cry, I want to make you happy, come with me into the reception room and I'll explain everything. By the way you can call me Roger." He put an arm round her shoulders as he guided her to the room, she sat in a comfy chair. 
   
 "Do you know what an Incubus is?" he asks. 
   
 Jo shrugged her shoulders, "Is it a public transport vehicle that's crashed into a printer factory?" 
 Roger smirked then informed her, "Not inky bus, Incubus. An Incubus is an immortal being that feeds on sexual energy and secretions. I am an Incubus. I'm two hundred and fifty six years old. I could live forever as long as I regularly consume sexual energy and secretions. A good thing about human females is that it makes no difference whether you want 'it' or not, your body will sooner or later 'give up the goods'. Though it's always better with a willing subject. Your pleasure is my goal." 
   
 "You're just a fucking weirdo!" Joanne shouted as she jumped to her feet and headed towards what she hoped was the exit. 
   
 He grabbed her arm and stuck his tongue out. Jo staggered backwards and fell into a chair, mouth open in awe. His tongue wasn't short and flat like a normal tongue, it was about two foot long and tube shaped. He could make it thin, about half an inch in diameter or expand it to several inches in diameter. Covered in lots of short rough hairs, it was a bit like a cats tongue. 
   
 He stood by the side of the chair and whispered in her ear, "Come with me." 
   
 Jo's brain screamed 'Double entendre' as she took his hand, instantly feeling relaxed at his touch. She allowed him to lead her through a lounge area with several bald women sat around wearing satin dressing gowns, down a corridor and into another room, a bedroom. 
   
 “Tell me your sexual fantasies” he whispered, as he sat her on the bed and untied her robe. 
   
 “Errrr” she uttered as she tried to comprehend what was happening. 
   
 He gently pushed Joanne onto her back and started to caress her breasts, tenderly kneading the soft mounds and pinching the nipples. She relaxed and gave her body away to the sensation. Jo knew that she should put up a fight, that this was so wrong but, he was just so charismatic, he could do anything to her and she'd just gladly let him. Her body was his to do with as he saw fit! He licked her tits, his tongue was very rough almost like sandpaper, but not unpleasant. She rolled her eyes back and enjoyed the experience. His tongue scraped down her tummy and stopped just short of her clit, she focused her eyes on the creature kneeling between her legs, the body and face of the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen, but with the tongue of a demon, and what a divine demon he was too. 
   
 Joanne nodded and murmured “Yesss”. 
   
 Roger pinched her nipples a little harder and slid his tongue over her clit, she shuddered in delight and glanced down. His eyes were so vibrant, full of energy and stared deep into her eyes and soul. He made her feel vulnerable, powerless, at his mercy, but at the same time, safe, wanted, valuable. His tongue wormed it's way round her clit and labia. Jo's juices began to ooze out. 
   
 "Mmmmm, sweet." he uttered and resumed his tongue work. 
   
 He slowly slid it inside deeper, deeper, deeper. Jo felt her temperature climb as he pushed his luscious tongue into her moist depths. Her eyes rolled as she let out a groan of pleasure. He expanded his tongue until it's diameter filled her vagina, pressing tightly against her wet vaginal wall. He industriously wiggled his pulsating tongue as he slid it inside, brushing over her clit with each movement. She felt an orgasm start to build rapidly inside her until, like a tidal wave, it washed over her leaving her totally exhausted. She laid back to recover. He reduced the size of his tongue and withdrew it, slurping up her fluids, not wasting a precious drop. 
   
 Joanne had a thought, "I haven't noticed any pads or tampons in the bathroom, I'll need some in about a weeks time." 
   
 He smiled, "No you won't. As long as you give yourself to me at least once a week you can wave bye-bye to all that discomfort and hassle ... and believe me you will give yourself to me a good deal more often than that." Then he added, "Take twenty minutes then come to the lounge." He winked at her then left her to rest. 
   
 As Joanne walked into the lounge she saw a lot of women sat around. Apart from being bald, they were all different, fat, thin, average, all unique in some way. 
   
 Jo decided to make some friends and introduce herself to the women. 
   
 There's a woman called Karen, she was born with scoliosis and spina bifida, they chatted for a while and Jo learned that Karen has had many operations as a child and before coming here she was in almost constant pain with her muscles and bones pulling in different directions. She came across as a very sensible, worldly wise individual who contrary to her stature walked tall with assertive confidence. 
   
 There's a blind lady who's name was Barbara, she had a stick to help her around the house but seldom really used it as she knew the layout so well. She told Jo that she liked it here, everyone was so kind. They chatted for a while. Barbara was born a healthy, normal baby. As a young child she liked to play in the mud. One day, she came home from the park just round the corner from where they lived, soaking wet and covered in mud, she told her mum how she’d been swimming in the muddy puddles. A week or so after that she started to go blind. The doctors told her distraught parents that it was toxocara, an eye infection transmitted by dog and cat faeces. 
   
 Being incurable, it would result in permanent blindness. Barbara can’t remember much about the sights of the world because she was so young when she lost her sight. What she does remember very well were the hurtful taunts and whispers as she walked by with her stick, fighting the urge to shout back at people, “I’m blind not deaf.” She could hear quite well all their snide remarks. Often she’d spend the day, most days, crying with despair at how nasty people were. She didn’t want to be in a world like that any more than they didn’t want her in it! Joanne found Barbara’s history very moving and got quite upset inside at what she’d heard, as she tried to imagine herself in her shoes. 
   
 Jo next said hello to a lady who was profoundly deaf, luckily she was very good at lip reading and was okay at talking too. She told Jo that her name was Donna, and that she’d lost her hearing in her teens due to a congenital disease. 
   
 As Joanne walked past one of the ‘average’ women the lady said, “H-h-hello” Jo sat and patiently talked with her. Her name was Sarah, she had quite a severe stutter and had been bullied a lot by children and adults alike. She loved it here as she was treat nicely by everyone. 
   
 Next Joanne met Paula, a woman with cerebral palsy. Paula suffered a lot at the hands of bullies too. They would laugh at her because she couldn't walk properly or control her movements. Her life was hard enough without adding mental abuse to the mix. 
   
 Another ‘average looking’ woman introduced herself. Her name was Cindy and she had cystic fibrosis. Before she came here fifteen years ago, she had to be on constant oxygen and have regular slaps on her back and sides to clear mucus from her lungs. Jo learned that C.F. sufferers rarely lived beyond their early to mid twenties. Here though Roger had managed her condition much better just with a weekly session using a nebuliser with a special medication added to the steam. Cindy was now aged thirty-six and felt fine. 
   
 Jo next spoke with a woman called Laura sat in a wheelchair, she had no legs. She explained how ten years ago she had to have them amputated following a serious car crash in which a couple of youths stole a van, lost control on a bend and crashed into the front of her car. She'd been here for four years, and really loved it when Roger sucked her toes. Jo looked at her in disbelief until she elaborates, explaining that Roger seemed to find just the right spot on her stumps to stimulate the nerves that used to go to her toes. Jo was fascinated by how these disabled women had 'normal' desires like everyone else. It's a crime how society still regards people with disabilities having sex as taboo. The annoyance with society simmered within Jo as she moved on to learn about someone else. 
   
 A woman who had a 'port wine stain' type birthmark across her face introduced herself as Britney. She's very shy and barely looked up as she spoke, but Jo gathered that she also had a life full of bullying. 
   
 There was a woman called Davina, she had a deformed hand, a funny voice, and a strange walk due to a deformed pelvis. Jo chatted with her for several minutes, learning about her life, she'd been bullied a lot in the past, at school and beyond, because of her abnormalities. Jo told her that it's a proven fact that bullies do what they do because they lack the mental ability to understand the world around them. Jo can tell that her biggest problem is not physical, it's what the bullies have done, brainwashed her into thinking she's a useless freak who shouldn't be in this world. It makes Jo angry that some people hurt others in that way. Davina isn't thick by any means but has been mentally beaten down until she believed it well into adulthood. 
   
 Joanne soon realised that, no-matter what the handicap or deformity, the biggest disability in life is what results from the ridiculing and bullying. She tried to compose herself and bury the anger at what these women have had to put up with in their lives. 
   
 All the women here had one thing in common, they all loved it here. 
   
 Roger walked in and Jo took the opportunity to ask him why most of the women here were ... different. 
   
 He explained, "Even in this day and age society still shuns people that are 'different'. When I came of age I took my first women to feed on, I went for very pretty, perfect girls; models, dancers etc. They were nice, don't get me wrong. Then, I met a really nice looking lass in her twenties but she was profoundly deaf. We had a fantastic time, she tasted so sweet, I swear she 'came' by the gallon load. I loved her and I grieved for a very long time when she died in her eighties." His voice caught and his eyes sparkled with tears. He took a couple of breaths then continued, "Disabled people are often overlooked by other humans as a mate, but in my vast experience they make the best lovers. It doesn't matter whether a woman has a squint, needs a hearing-aid or has arms and legs missing, what makes them different makes them tasty." His eyes still glistened with emotion at the thought of his first true love, and he hurried away to deal with his grief. Jo went back to talking and making friends with his harem while eating the various snacks on the coffee table. It had gotten late and over time the women drifted off to their rooms, Jo realised that she was quite tired and went to her room. 
   
 Joanne was woken at a little after six in the morning, Roger switched on the bedside lamp, ordered her out of bed and opened the double doors to the walk-in wardrobe. She wondered why there was a wardrobe but no clothes. He gently pushed her into the wardrobe and turned her round to face him. He cuffed her wrists to the rail above her head and strapped her ankles to anchor points in the sides of the wardrobe, It was quite a stretch. Roger ran his hands slowly up her legs, stroking sensuously up her inner thighs, then moved round to her bum. Jo felt a pang of disappointment. He stroked his hands up her back and flanks, along her arms and back to her shoulders. He lingered at her neck. Despite the heating she got goose bumps and shivered, her lips trembled as she sighed a sigh of desire. His hands moved down to her chest, lingering to rub her swelling nipples. Jo wanted him. She could feel the burning down below. He moved his hands down to her belly, his hands were just the right texture between rough and smooth, manly but gentle. 
   
 He knelt and whispered up to her, "Resist it!" 
   
 Then he started to stroke her already engorged labia and clit, sliding his fingers inside her and sucked the juice from them. "You are ready aren’t you." he commented and reminded her, "Don't cum, resist it!" 
   
 He slid his tongue over her clit and into her dripping cunt. Jo's eyes fluttered and rolled back. He kneaded her arse cheeks as he expanded his tongue inside her like some sort of ‘one-size fits all’ dick. She's already on the edge, there was no way that she could hold back the climax. She tried to contain it, but like king Canut she totally failed to hold back the tide. "Can't, can't, can't, no, Aaaggghhh." She jerked and trembled as the orgasm erupted, then hung her head in shame. 
   
 Roger slurped her clean, then reassured her. "You did well for a first try. I noticed you were already close before I went down there. You liked it, found it very erotic being tied up didn't you." he asked rhetorically, as he un-cuffed her and helped her to the bed still trembling. 
   
 "Why did you tell me not to cum?" Joanne asked. 
   
 "Your fluids are sweet, but it becomes like nectar when you're on the edge of orgasm. The longer you can hover on the edge, the more nutritious it gets." He patted her on the leg, "Get some rest, it'll soon be time for breakfast, later today we'll start your training." He left her to rest and think about what the day held. 
   
 At nine o'clock Joanne rolled out of bed and got some breakfast from the communal kitchen, sitting in the lounge she spoke to Karen as they both ate. Then Roger came in, asked for Karen and they left to have some fun. As she left a woman she’d not yet met staggered in and sat down carefully, wincing. As she did so her robe slipped open slightly, revealing a lot of bruising across her tummy and thighs. 
   
 Jo rushed over to her, "Oh my God, do you need help, what's happened?" 
   
 Tyrene replied, "I'm fine. I like it rough, very rough, the rougher and more violent the better. I'll be fine in a little while." She smiled. 
   
 Joanne smiled back, relieved, glad that she wasn't seriously injured. Jo introduced herself and got talking. Jo found out that Tyrene had been here for several years. "I'm parched." Ty said absent mindedly. Joanne leant forward to the coffee table and poured her some orange juice. "Thank-you." she said. 
   
 Roger walked in and called Joanne over. Jo followed him into the corridor, passed the bedrooms, through a door and down to the cellar. On the way he asked, "Have you thought much on what turns you on the most?" 
   
 She told him, "I haven't actually done anything 'weird', but I do like to watch pornos and I'm quite broad minded." 
   
 “Which did you enjoy the most, the first time I 'entertained' you on the bed or the second in the wardrobe?” 
   
 “The second, definitely the second.” 
   
 "I thought so." said Roger with a knowing smile. 
   
 He opened the door to the cellar and Joanne walked into a room that resembled a torture chamber. There are cuffs and shackles all over the place, lots of ropes, whips, floggers, paddles, dildos and vibrators of every shape and size. A normal double bed sat in the middle of the room and was surrounded by many platforms and tables. There are loads of cupboards and drawers, all labelled with their contents; cable-ties, candles, speculums, catheters, pins, barbed wire, cattle-prod, blow-torch, etc. 
   
 "What do you think?" he said gesturing around. 
   
 She took a moment to compose herself and answer. "Some of it looks interesting, but some of it looks terrifying." He nodded and resumed his mini tour. 
   
 He pointed out a couple of safety posters on the back of the door, they consisted of two acronyms. 'S.S.C. Safe Sane Consensual' and 'R.A.C.K. Risk Aware Consensual Kink'. 
   
 He opened a door in one side of the room, "Here's a small kitchen area in case we need a snack mid session, or want to use kitchen related things in our play." He took a blunt butter knife from the freezer and drew it across her neck. Jo collapsed to the floor in shock, holding her neck. Roger then showed her the knife, "See, no blood. Cold metal feels sharp even if it isn't." He drew the knife across his own arm to show that it's harmless. Jo got the confidence to let go of her neck and look at her hand, checking for blood before she started to trust him again. She couldn't hold a grudge against him for long, there's something about him, maybe he's just so charismatic. 
   
 He showed her through another door, "Here's a bathroom to clean up after a session." 
   
 He then stood in the middle of the room, "I like to call these tables of fun 'Altars’ as they are where you offer yourself to me." 
   
 Joanne walked around and touched some of the torture equipment, then asked, "How many of your women go in for this type of thing?" 
   
 “Only a few enjoy pain. Most like a bit of mild kink such as 'slap and tickle'. A couple are totally 'vanilla', meaning they like to 'make love', not fuck. If you get my gist.” 
   
 Jo nodded, "Why don't you have proper sex with the lasses, from what I've heard you only use your tongue, never your dick?" 
   
 “My dick would kill any human, It's massive by your standards. It swells to about the girth of your thigh and lengthens to a little over two foot." Her jaw dropped open in shock, he continued. "The mate of an Incubus is called a Succubus. Our females have a two part vagina, there is the lower vagina then the uterus, then the upper vagina. The fallopian tubes attach to the top of the upper vagina just below the throat, the ovaries sit just beneath the shoulders. Unlike the sperm of the human male our sperm doesn't swim, we are built to deposit our sperm as close to our mates egg as possible so it drifts down through it to get fertilized. You see, our dicks are built to impregnate a Succubus by depositing sperm high up in the chest near the neck, an Incubus's penis would cause massive internal damage to you, plus we secrete a type of acid to stimulate the Succubus but this acid would burn you alive, dissolving you from the inside out.” 
   
 Jo just stood there, totally gob-smacked. "Can I see it?" she eventually asked, blushing. 
   
 “Maybe later.” He said, “Hang your robe up over there." He gestured to a row of hooks on the wall by the side of the door. "Since you haven't had much experience of bondage or masochism we'll start out with a bit of low intensity kinky play.” 
   
 He ordered Jo to lay on the normal bed then cuffed her spread eagled to it. He went to a drawer and pulled out a ... feather, she breathed a sigh of relief. After a few moments of him tickling her all over with it, she told him that it wasn't doing a thing for her. He smiled and got a small flogger, he stroked the leather tassels across her body. It tickled, then he raised the flogger up and gently flicked it across her tummy. Jo's eyes widened in interest, it didn't hurt as such, just stung a little. He flicked it across her breasts, 'very sensual' she thought. Then he stroked it down to her nether region, she lay in anticipation. Jo saw him raise the flogger up higher than before, then... whack! Her clit stung, she automatically tried to sit up but the cuffs held her down. 
   
 “Wow!" she said as a big grin spread across her face, "Do it again, all over, but hard like that.” 
   
 He obliged, Whack! across her tits. Whack! across her tummy. Whack! across her clit. 
   
 "I could get used to this." she mumbled through the ecstasy. 
   
 He smiled, "You really do like this don't you." He said as he licked some juice from her. His warm, wet tongue took her by surprise causing her to flinch, they both laughed. He went to another draw and came back with a wartenberg wheel. He dragged the spiky wheel up Jo's legs, round her hips, over her tummy and across her tits. He made sure one of the spikes hit dead centre on Jo's nipples. Joanne's breathing quickened with pleasure, he pushed the wheel down her body to let her labia and clit get some spiky attention. 
   
 "Mmmm." she purred as her eyes rolled back and she gripped the sheet beneath her. 
   
 "Gooood." he purred back as he rolled the wartenburg wheel back and forth over her clit while pulsating his muscular tongue inside her. He tasted the sweetness intensify and knew she was about to climax, he stopped rolling the wheel and waited for the sweetness to subside a little, then resumed stimulating her again, he made her yo-yo like this several times before finally allowing her to orgasm; and him to enjoy a full sweet juicy hit. 
   
 He uncuffed Jo so she could relax for ten minutes, and fetched her a drink from the near-by kitchen. "You did very well," he complimented her, "most women would stop at a little light flogging, they wouldn't go in for rough flogging or even a little gentle wartenburg play." 
   
 "You can be a bit rougher next time." Joanne said, blushing. 
   
 He smiled and nodded, then gestured around saying "Pick your next adventure." 
   
 Joanne looked around but kept coming back to one particular piece of apparatus. It really did look like a torture table. It was a wooden altar which had suspended above it a substantial metal square with spikes pointing down. The info card on it warned that it will cause; 'minor cuts and bruises with a little bleeding. If misused can cause internal damage, major blood loss, broken bones and death!' Despite the warning she was fascinated by this device and asked Roger about it. 
   
 “As long as you know that you will acquire a few cuts and bruises, it's fine. I will be in control of the vice mechanism and will only squash you as much or as little as you are comfortable with and I'll stop before causing you harm. When it's tight enough say 'stop' or raise your hand. If you want it releasing quickly say 'off' or wave. Understand?” 
   
 “Yes” Jo replied, nodding. Then she laid on the alter. He started to crank the suspended spiky metal slab down. She stared at the spikes and a pang of apprehension washed over her. Roger seemed to pick up on her worry and reassured her that the spikes were set to the shortest setting at only half a millimetre in length and also asked if she wanted to cancel the session. She told him that she was fine and really wanted to continue, then smiled and relaxed. 
   
 The metal block was almost touching her, a shiver of anticipation ran through her body. The spikes made contact with her breasts and tummy, just piercing the flesh. She swore she could hear her skin go 'pop' like a pea, a hundred times as each spike pricked her skin. The heavy metal block was pressing her tummy and tits onto her body, squashing her thinner and thinner, she could feel her ribs bend under the pressure. When she began to feel light headed due to no longer being able to breathe properly she gasped, "Stop." and raised her hand to reinforce the instruction. 
   
 "How are you feeling?" Roger asked. 
   
 "Wonderful!" She gasped and gave him a thumbs up to show him that she was okay. Joanne's juices flowed almost as if they're being squeezed from her like a fruit. 
   
 "Do you want to try some vibration?" he asked. Jo nodded, eyes glistening with excitement. He flipped a switch and the spiky slab gently vibrated, the pins in her skin wiggled in their little fleshy holes. A groan of ecstasy escaped her lips. He knelt between her legs and lapped up her wetness. 
   
 "Much longer spikes and more vibration." Joanne gasped, and he obliged by switching the pins to two full millimetres and doubling the vibration intensity. "Ooooooo." The pins seemed to tear at her flesh and felt a lot longer than they really were. Roger thrust his tongue deep into her cunt and drank her pleasure. He knew how much she was enjoying this, she's orgasmically sweet. The combination of pleasure, pain and restricted breathing drove her like a freight train towards the goal. She climaxed explosively, but instead of it dissipating, it rolled on and on. Jo thought for a moment that she must have died and gone to heaven, she'd never experienced anything so intense before. When it did finally subside he switched off the vibration and cranked the slab up from her. A couple of mini orgasms shook her body as she felt it being released. He slurped up every drop of juice from between her trembling thighs. 
   
 "What do you want to do now?" he asked. 
   
 "Sleep!" Jo murmured. 
   
 "I'm not surprised." he said as he scooped her up in his deceptively strong arms and carried Joanne to her room. "I'm very impressed, you did exceptionally well, you're a natural. We'll talk more after you've had a good sleep." He laid her on her bed then went and fetched her robe and hung it behind the door. She wasn't aware of any of this though, she'd fallen asleep in his arms before they got to her room. 
   
 It was almost seven in the evening when Joanne woke, for a moment she didn't know where she was, but her memory soon came back. She looked down at herself and saw hundreds of tiny pin pricks all over her body, and grinned at her recent experiences. Jo's tummy growled, she realised that she'd missed both dinner and tea. She donned her robe and headed for the lounge and main kitchen. She grabbed a shepherds pie from the freezer and threw it in the microwave for the specified time, then paced back and forth cursing the microwave for not being quicker, she was ravenous. As soon as the microwave pinged she snatched the food out and tucked straight in. After she'd eaten she went to sit in the lounge to relax for an hour or so. 
   
 "Recovered?" Roger asked startling her. She didn't hear him come in. "Time for another training session." Jo cringed, still exhausted, all she wanted was to relax a bit longer. He put his arm across her shoulders and suddenly she couldn't wait to have him inside of her again. Jo followed him down to the torture chamber and hung her robe up without being prompted. "You have proven to me that you like it rough." Jo blushed and hung her head. He sat her on the edge of the double bed and sat beside her. "Don't be ashamed, you have a wondrous gift, not everyone is so lucky. Though it's me that's really the lucky one! Women like you produce the sweetest nectar." He stood up, "Since you have injuries I will avoid your tummy and breasts until your wounds heal." He stroked a finger over her pin pricked skin. She looked at him, disappointed. She was looking forward to another good seeing to. As if sensing her disappointment he added, "We'll still have fun though." She followed him to an area of the room with no altars, just a rope hanging from a pulley in the ceiling. "Lay on your back, on the floor." he instructed. Jo did as she was told and he clipped the rope to a spreader bar and cuffed it to her ankles. He pulled on the other end of the rope and suspended her upside down, just a couple of feet off the floor. "Let your arms drop down towards the floor, I'm going to cuff your wrists together." She now resembled the letter 'Y' and wondered what he was going to do to her. He picked up a riding crop, stroked it across her chest as he walked round behind her, flicking it against her sides, back and bum. It only stung mildly and in quite a pleasant way, she didn't know why more people didn't go in for this kind of thing as it's not all that painful. He dragged the riding crop up over her bum, tickled her clit, then ... whack, Whack, WHACK! Jo fidgeted in ecstasy as her clit throbbed with exquisite pain. He stood in front of her, dropped the crop, spread her rosy red labia apart and ran his tongue over her swollen bean. He next got an extension cord and plugged in a powerful vibrator, he turned it straight up to maximum and touched it to her cunt. She shrieked as the intensity took her by surprise. He went behind her and flicked his tongue into her vagina like a butterfly or humming bird sipping nectar. He expanded his tongue inside her and tongue fucked her while torturing her clit with the powerful vibe. She screamed and writhed, it was just too much stimulation and tears dripped from her head to the floor. He stopped and asked how she was, Jo yelled at him to keep going. Before long she was jerking about like a fish on the end of a line as she was consumed by orgasm after orgasm. As they subsided he let her down and she staggered over to the bed for a few minutes rest. 
   
 “Wow!" Jo said as he sat beside her, "That was so intense! Being hit with the riding crop was such a turn on. Though it’s a little frustrating that we can't play rough until my skin heals from our last session. How can Ty heal in a matter of hours while I take days?” 
   
 “There is a way that you can heal quickly but it's not pleasant and will sting like hell, and that's an understatement! Your minor wounds would probably be fully healed in less than half an hour.” 
   
 "Do It!" Jo said, raising her arms in a welcoming gesture. 
   
 “Let me explain” says Roger, "As you know I drink your vaginal secretions, this juice heals me, gives me sustenance, keeps me young and gives me eternal life." Jo nodded. "When I pee, trace elements from my body are lost. These trace elements are enough to heal you of cuts and bruises. I can't heal organ damage or a broken bone, but minor skin, vein and muscle damage heal quickly." 
   
 Jo stared at him in disbelief for a moment before saying, "You're taking the piss!" He shook his head. "Are you telling me that you heal Ty by giving her a golden shower...pissing on her?” 
   
 Roger nodded and said, "Well actually it's more of a golden bath. I run some water in the bath then I pee into the water then Ty gets in, she soaks for half an hour or so until her body starts to repair itself." 
   
 “Okay, a piss bath is a small price to pay to be able to 'play rough' more often.” 
   
 They both grinned, then his smile faded, "Ummm, I don't need to 'go' right now." he said blushing ever so slightly. 
   
 Jo chuckled then said, "Shall we make some more injuries to give your healing piss something worth it's while?" 
   
 He grinned and nodded then threw her onto an altar on her front. He grabbed a paddle and slapped her arse until it was black 'n' blue, stopping occasionally to lick her juice and make sure that she was okay. Then he grabbed a cane and thrashed her back while thrusting his engorged tongue violently into her cunt. He dropped the cane and squeezed her thighs as he continuously rammed his tongue deep inside, his tongue pushed through her softend cervix and massaged the inside of her uterus and throbbed in her vagina. He picked up the plug-in vibrator and touched it to her clit, causing her to scream in surprise and before long her body is jerking out of control. He dropped the vibe and slowly withdrew his super tongue, lapping at her labia and clit, making sure he got all her juice. 
   
 "Time for that pee," he said, "follow me." Joanne followed him into the en-suite bathroom. He set the plug in the bath and ran it half full with warm water, she climbed in and settled down. She couldn't help but stare as he opened his robe, revealing his penis. It was impressive! It's probably twice as thick and longer than the human dicks that she'd seen, and that's on the slack! It's covered down most of it's length with short hair like barbs. She reached up to touch it, but he stopped her. 
   
 “The hairs are sharp and hollow, they secrete a type of acid. In a succubus it stimulates her and causes her body to release an egg for fertilizing, but if a human comes into contact with the acid they will be dissolved.” 
   
 Jo wasn't sure whether she believed him or not, but she settled down in the bath and watched as he started to piss down the inside edge of the bath. The water seemed to get hotter, not hotter as in temperature, but hotter as in a muscle rub or curry. After a few seconds of discomfort she got used to the feeling and relaxed. 
   
 “Soak for a while, I'll come back in ten minutes to help you out of the bath, okay?” 
   
 He left the room, her skin felt as though it was gently vibrating. A few minutes into her soak she realised that the water smelt the same as it did when she first arrived. She concluded that his piss probably retards hair growth as well as healing skin, might also cure STDs too. Five minutes later Roger returns, he let the water out and helped her from the bath. Most of her injuries were already healed, she just had a few aches and pains. 
   
 "You'll be right as rain in no time." he said, as he walked her to her room. It had gotten quite late so she just flopped onto the bed. Tomorrow's another day. 
   
 Joanne woke a little after four in the morning to the sound of quiet talking in the hallway. Roger is walking Davina back to her room. Jo decided to have a closer look at the torture equipment, she's fascinated by them so she silently tip-toed down the hallway and stairs to the cellar. She got carried away looking at all the stuff and imagining how it'd all be used. Suddenly she heard the door open, she ducked behind a large torture altar and prayed that they didn't use that one. 
   
 Roger walked in with Tyrene. She met her earlier 'the hardcore masochist' she remembered. They went to the 'vice' altar that Jo enjoyed so much yesterday. Roger clipped a rim to the altar and tipped several buckets of dressmakers pins onto it. He then knelt between her thighs and carefully inserted a catheter into her bladder, hanging the bag from a ridge on the altar. Ty's eyes glistened with pleasure as the catheter wiggled inside her. Ty stood close to the altar, raised her arms over her head as if preparing to dive into a swimming pool, then let herself fall forward and belly-flopped onto the pile of thousands of pins. She gasped in exquisite pain then did a few swimming motions to settle her body deeper into the pin pile. “Okay” she said, then Roger cuffed her wrists to the sides of the altar and wrapped a rope that was hanging from a beam above tightly round one of her thighs then the other. He pulled on a rope and her legs were lifted up and apart, all her body weight was on the pins. She groaned with delight. He took a large piece of peeled ginger root and pushed it slowly up her arse as far as his fingers could push it. “Ooooh” she uttered with pleasure as it began to warm her insides. He used a length of ribbon round the 'handle' of the ginger root he then secured the ends to her bum with a staple gun, Kcha, Kcha to stop it sliding out. Then spread and pulled her labia 'Kcha, Kcha' he stapled her labia wide open, “Aaahhh” she sighed in delight. 
   
 He went up to her and checked that she was okay. She answered in a raspy voice, "Ooooh yes I’m fantastic, eat me, squash me, hurt me, eat me some more." He smiled and went between her legs. He worked his tongue industriously within her as he retracted the spikes in the overhead metal block so it was just a slab and cranked the block down. 
   
 Joanne heard the dressmaker’s pins crunch beneath Ty as she was pressed harder onto them. Roger was tongue fucking her very violently, slapping her arse and firing staples into her arse and thighs at random. Ty was in ecstasy. Joanne was biting her knuckles to muffle her groans as she pulled and pinched her own nipples, wishing it was her on the altar. 
   
 Ty was making lots of weird sounds; grunts, growls, sighs, screams. She cried out, "Fuck me harder, faster, you bastard, I want you to hate me, hurt me, fuck me you bastard, fuck me, fuck me!" 
   
 He turned on the blocks vibration. Ty threw her head back, squealing in agonised delight. He reached for a paddle studded with lots of sharp nails and repeatedly brought it down violently onto her staple encrusted bum. After several strikes on each bum cheek he dropped the paddle and picked up the plug-in vibrator, he held it against the catheter, the vibrations travelled along it through her clit, sending her wild. 
   
 "Yyeeaagghh." she shouted at the top of her somewhat squashed lungs as she came. 
   
 Roger didn't release her yet, he kept the vibe in place as he drank deep. Eventually he pulled his tongue out of her and inserted a few fingers, then his thumb, then his hand, before long he was fisting her. 
   
 "Tear me apart!" she shouted in masochistic ecstasy. 
   
 He worked up a sweat, pumping his hand back and forth for what seemed like ages. Eventually keeping, his hand in a fist, he pulled it out. Tyrene growled with pleasure as he licked his hand clean then her. Joanne could see the disappointment in her eyes as he released her. She would happily have gone all night doing this. Roger helped her to the bathroom, as they walked past Jo's hiding place she saw that Ty was black and blue and covered in wounds. Jo was shocked at the extent of her injuries, but realised that in a little while there wouldn't be a mark on her. 
   
 As soon as they went into the bathroom Jo snuck back to her room. A glance at the clock revealed that it was almost seven o'clock. She'd been in the torture room for three hours! 'That's a bloody long session!' She thought to herself. She climbed into bed to catch a couple of hours sleep, 'I'll get up at nine.' she thought as she drifted off. 
   
 It felt like moments later when she opened her eyes to see that it was already half past ten. Jo dived out of bed, threw on her robe and dashed to the lounge to get some breakfast. Tyrene was there looking like nothing had happened. Barbara, the blind lady was sat in a corner, she looked in pain. Jo went over and asked if she was okay. Barbara told her that a few months ago she found a lump in her breast and for the last couple of weeks it'd been quite painful, she explained that Roger has had a look and is arranging for her to go for treatment later. 
   
 She sniffled, "I don't want to leave this place, there is so much love, friendship, helpfulness, a real family atmosphere. I've been so happy here. I had hoped that I’d die here." She started crying, Jo got her a tissue and held her hand not knowing how best to comfort her. 
   
 Roger came in and went to Barbara, kneeling down he whispered softly in her ear, "I'm taking you for your treatment soon, but we'll have time for one last bit of fun," he smiled and wiped a tear from Barbara's cheek with his thumb, "I'll come and get you in five minutes." Roger then went out through the patio doors and sat on a bench looking out over the Autumnal landscape. Even though he had his back to Jo, she got the impression that he was quite upset. 
   
 Barbara said her goodbyes to the girls, there wasn't a dry eye in the place, It was a close knit little community and everyone was concerned about her, they all told her to 'get well soon'. Joanne got quite upset too, even though she barely knew her, she considered her a friend, just as she considered everyone here a friend. 
   
 Joanne slipped away from the lounge intending to go to her room to cry in private, but she saw the cellar door open at the end of the corridor and temptation got the better of her, she finds the torture equipment so fascinating. 
   
 Before long Roger walked in with Barbara. Jo ducked behind an altar near the bed, “This is becoming a habit.” She thought to herself. He laid Barbara gently on the bed, letting her robe fall open beneath her and kissed her tenderly all over. "Cum for me." he whispered as he slid his tongue over her clit and inside her. He reached for a feather and tickled her breasts, tummy and thighs, sucking her juices as she squirmed in delight. He lent over her and ran a finger down her neck whispering, "Relax, You will enjoy this, I'm going to give you the sweetest orgasm you've ever experienced." While his tongue caressed her clit he stroked his hands across her neck then gradually applied moderate pressure with his fingers over her carotid arteries. She sighed a happy contented sigh then went limp. Her final moments are over in just several seconds, the lack of blood flow to her brain triggered a very powerful orgasm just before she slipped into unconsciousness with a smile on her face. She probably wouldn't have known she was dying. He kept the pressure on for a few minutes to avoid any chance of her regaining consciousness with brain damage. He whispered a heartfelt, “Sorry” as he let his robe drop to the floor. He climbed onto the bed and forced his penis into her vagina, blood dribbled out as she was torn to shreds. He pushed himself all the way in, reminiscent of a sword being slid into it's scabbard. A little blood dribbled from her mouth as he thrust back and forth, Jo could imagine Barbara's internal organs being pushed aside or torn through by his huge dick. The squelching sound of blood soaked meat being pounded reverberated around the room. He thrust violently, almost pushing her head first off the bed. He was working up a sweat as tears ran down his face, suddenly he cried out and collapsed on top of her as he came. Barbara's body started to bubble as he rolled off. She gradually started to dissolve and soon there was no trace of her. He put his robe back on then picked up hers, folding it reverently. He sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in her robe, crying. Eventually he left the room, stroking her robe as he walked. 
   
 Joanne remained sat with her back against the altar for a little while longer, crying and trying to understand what had just happened. After a few minutes she composed herself and set off to her room. As she closed the torture room door behind herself she came face to face with Roger, he was crouched down still sobbing. His tears were instantly replaced with fear and anger. He dropped Barbara's robe, grabbed Jo by the throat and pushed her back into the room. 
   
 “I know you didn't have a choice," She blurted out, as she was thrown onto the bed. Jo knew full well that he could kill her in an instant. "You can't cure cancer, but you also can't risk outsiders finding out about this place." His anger subsided a little, his face softened, Jo continued, "It's obvious that you cared very much for Barbara. You could have killed her in lots of different ways, but you chose a very gentle way of doing it. She wouldn't have suffered for one moment.” 
   
 He nodded and started to cry again. He sat beside Jo, she placed her arm across his back onto his shoulder and they sat in silence together. He knew Joanne wouldn't cause him any trouble, she couldn't. She, like all his women were under his 'guidance'. 
   
 Roger stirred, "We'd better make a move. It'll be dinner time soon." He said, grief still evident in his voice. Jo headed off to the lounge carrying the painful secret of what she'd seen in her heart. 
   
 Joanne had only been here a couple of days but it felt like she'd been here for years. After dinner Roger took Karen for some fun, next he took Sarah, then Davina got seen just before tea time. After tea, he took Ty for a good long session. A few hours later it was Joanne's turn. 
   
 In the cellar he guided her towards an altar with chicken wire over it, he pulled the chicken wire to one side and told her to lay on her back, she complied. He pulled the chicken wire tightly over Jo's torso like a blanket and secured it to a row of nails on the side of the altar. He clipped some electrodes to the nails and it dawned on her what he was about to do. 
   
 “Ready?" he asked. She nodded, tentatively. "I'll start off low and then gradually increase the power.” 
   
 Joanne stared at the ceiling as a thousand ants seemed to crawl over her, but soon she definitely knew that she'd got electricity burning across her. He switched the electricity on and off several times, it soon stopped being erotic and became just plain old painful. 
   
 Jo cried out in pain, "Stop! Off! Enough!" 
   
 He turned off the electricity and released her. Jo could smell burning and her body was covered in a criss-cross of burns, several areas had begun to blister. 
   
 "Didn't you like it?" he asked, concerned. 
   
 "To start with it was fantastic, quite erotic. But when you turned it up it became too painful." She explained. 
   
 "Okay, we don't know what you like until we try it." He smiled. 
   
 "Very true." Jo said with a cheeky grin. 
   
 He knelt down, "I'll take your mind off the pain." 
   
 Jo sat on the edge of the altar and leant back on her elbows as he placed his lips over her clit and sucked it into his mouth. She felt it being pulled in and forced to engorge as he teased it with his tongue inside his mouth. She laid back, relaxed and let her body react as it saw fit. 
   
 After a while he patted her on the leg, "How about some temperature play?" 
   
 "Okay." She said, despite still feeling like jelly. 
   
 "Are you feeling hot or cold?" he asked. 
   
 "I'm still roasting from earlier." she told him. 
   
 “Let's cool you down then." he said as he guided her to a metal altar with a rim. "Lie on your back.” 
   
 He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, and came back with a bucket of ice shards. He drew one of the shards of ice down her neck and she instantly shivered, not with the cold but with anticipation. He circled her breasts, first one then the other, pausing on the nipples to make sure the cold could penetrate. Moving on down her cleavage he circled her belly button a few times, before shooting down to her inner thighs and creeping slowly up to her labia and clit. He licked her juices and said, "Let's turn this up a notch." 
   
 He helped her off the altar then tipped the contents of the bucket onto it. Each piece of ice looked like a little sharp dagger. Jo stood at the foot of the altar and slowly eased herself belly first onto the frozen, sharp pile. It crunched beneath her as she placed all her weight down onto it. It felt like hundreds of razor blades cutting into her. Roger got some rope and tied her down, pulling it tight to force her body into the ice. Jo was sure that she'd been cut to ribbons. She swore that she could feel blood running from her chest and tummy but reminded herself that Roger wouldn't seriously hurt her and, even if she did bleed, he'd heal her later. She knew that she was perfectly safe. 
   
 Roger teased her clit with his tongue, the only warm thing on her body. She tried to push her cunt further onto his hot tongue. 
   
 "Let's see if we can melt all this ice." he said as he pushed his tongue inside her, expanding it until her vagina is stretched tight. He started thrusting, grating her body against the ice. Harder and harder, ramming into her violently, harder, faster and rougher. He pulled his tongue out and pushed a few fingers in. 
   
 “Only a few fingers, we'll improve on that soon.” 
   
 "Yeaaa." She voiced her agreement. 
   
 He resumed giving her clit a good tongue lashing then ramming his tongue inside her again, violently jerking her body too and fro along the ice. The ropes scraped across her back and burned with each thrust. Eventually, most of the ice had melted and Jo's tummy and tits were bright red with the cold. He unties her and helps her off the altar, examining her rope burnt back and frost nipped front. 
   
 He guided Jo over to an altar with a soft padded surface and a cube in the middle. 
   
 “Climb up and kneel on the altar, lean over the heated cube doggie style.” 
   
 Jo did as instructed. The cube was very warm and welcoming after the cold she'd just endured. Before long she's squirming with hot aches, though normally unpleasant she tried to sexualize them. Roger stroked her clit a few times with his finger then slid a few into her vagina. He moves, wiggles and twists his fingers around inside her whilst rubbing her clit with his thumb. She's getting hot in more ways than one. Every so often he'll suck his fingers clean and push them back inside. It seemed like he did this for ages but, she knew he was working on stretching her wide enough to take his fist. 
   
 “This won't happen over night will it?" Jo asked, "It's going to take many sessions to gradually stretch me?” 
   
 “That's right, it could take weeks or months of regular sessions to stretch you.” 
   
 "Wouldn't it be quicker and easier to just cut or rip me then heal me?" She asked enthusiastically. 
   
 “Ouch! The level of pain you'd have to go through would be enormous. It is possible, but I wouldn't recome...” 
   
 “Do it, please." Jo implored, "You know I can take more than a little pain. I prefer to get it done so we can get down to having some serious fun sooner rather than later.” 
   
 “Okay." He went to a cupboard and comes back with a large metal cage-like dildo that starts off a normal size then expands to almost the size of his hand. "I'll insert this into your vagina, There's a small blade inside it, I quickly pull that out and it cuts you down the length of your vagina and out through your vaginal opening. There will be a lot of blood and it will need neat piss to heal you quickly. I will spray my piss into you with a spray bottle and you should be healed within an hour. But it is extremely painful, both from the cut and the neat piss hitting the open wound. After several hours rest you will be ready for fun with no scars or numb spots.” 
   
 After a moment to take in what Roger had said, she nodded. "Where do you want me?" 
   
 “The bed will be fine, I just need to put a plastic sheet and old blanket over it first, there will be...a lot of blood.” 
   
 Joanne lay on her back as he peed into a spray bottle. He next eased the cage-like dildo into her vagina then gradually enlarged it until she winced. 
   
 He explained, "It has to be a tight fit for the blade to cut cleanly. Relax. Do you want the cut to happen when you're expecting it or not?" 
   
 Joanne shook her head, "N... Aaaggghhh" The pain was the worse thing she'd ever experienced. It wasn't pleasant or erotic, just agonising! 
   
 The bed was soon covered in blood, Jo was shaking and sweating with shock. 'At least the pain can't get any worse.' She thought to herself. Roger quickly grabbed the spray bottle and squirted his healing piss into her gaping, shredded vagina. 
   
 "Aarrggghh." She was wrong, the pain now is worse than before. Jo swallowed hard a couple of times as she thought, “I'm going to die, no-one can endure such a high level of pain and survive, I’m dying.” She wasn't scared though. Death would have released her from this terrible agony. Suddenly it's as though a glass wall popped up between her and the pain, she could still feel the pain but it seemed like a memory and didn't really matter any more. 
   
 Jo heard a distant, familiar voice saying, "You're okay, It's all done, you just fainted, come on." 
   
 Joanne focused her eyes to see Roger smiling down at her. She blushed with embarrassment at passing out. He reassured her, and made her a cuppa with an extra sugar. He helped her sit up and after she drank her cuppa, Roger helped her to the shower and washed her down, later he helped her to her room and recommended a good nights sleep. She gladly flopped onto her bed and slept soundly until morning. 
   
 The next morning Jo's up at half past eight, after she finished her breakfast Roger walked into the lounge and called her, he whispered in her ear, "Let's test drive your cunt." 
   
 She grinned from ear to ear as she followed him to the cellar. Down in the torture room he introduced her to a reclining chair with stirrups, It looked quite formidable. She laid in the chair and lifted her legs into the stirrups. 
   
 "What a mouthwatering, beautiful view." He said as he knelt and ran his fingers over her clit and between her labia, then teased her vaginal opening with his fingertips. He reached up and squeezed her nipples, "Don't worry, I won't do anything invasive until you're fully aroused." he said as he switched on a sound system, "I remember you saying that you like to watch porn. I haven’t got any yet, but I do have a disc of sound effects." The room fills with ooos and aahs like a porno film but just sound. 
   
 "You're so hot." he said as he ran his hands along her legs. The combination of the sound effects, his words and touch got her aroused. He scooped up some of her juice on a finger and gave it a suck, "Mmm you're so tasty." He said as he slid a couple of fingers inside, then another and another. Four fingers were now inside her, he rotated his wrist one way then the other. "Relax." he purred as he eased his thumb in. He kept his hand in a duck bill shape as he slowly eased it deeper inside. Joanne's temperature soared as he slid his hand back and forth within her, licking at her clit in time with his movements. He balled his hand into a fist and gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. 
   
 Jo could hear her juices squelching and air being forced out in farting noises. He saw the embarrassment on her face. "Sweet sounds, the music of love." he reassured her before giving Jo's clit some more attention from his rough tongue. He slowly pulled his fist out, pausing at her entrance so she could feel her cunt stretched wide. She felt so full. Then he pulled his fist completely out, Jo flinched a little at the sensation. Afterwards she felt very empty and cold inside. 
   
 Roger's eyes sparkled, "I never get used to seeing such a glorious sight of a cunt spread wide open, like some kind of magical inviting grotto." He expands his tongue, sweeps it round inside and licked her out. "How did you like your first experience of fisting?" he asked. 
   
 "I think it might be more erotic if it was a little more...violent." she answered with a kinky grin. 
   
 “More violent? I'll see what I can do.” 
   
 Without warning he slapped her tummy with his bare hand, leaving a red mark. Then clamped a couple of bulldog clips to her nipples, she screamed with surprised shock. Next he grabbed two belts with pins sticking through the insides and cinched them tightly around her thighs, the pins pierce her skin. He flicked Jo's clit and her eyelids fluttered with delight, her body started to produce the tasty lubrication that Roger loved so much. Before she knew it Roger was fisting her again but much more violently than earlier. He reached up with his other hand and flicked the bulldog clips. She's on the edge, nerve endings screaming inside and out. 
   
 "Yea! Yea! Yea!" she screamed in ecstasy, trembling as she orgasmed. 
   
 He pulled out his hand, 'Oh what a sensation!' and sucked it clean, then licked her clean. After he removed the spiky belts and bulldog clips he ran her a bath to heal the wounds round her thighs and very sore nipples. After a ten minute soak he let her go to the lounge for dinner. As they both walked away from the torture room he told Jo that he had a little surprise for her, he passed her a usb stick. 
   
 "After dinner go to your room." He winked as he opened the door to the lounge. 
   
 Joanne shovelled her dinner down her neck, eager to see what he'd got her. In her room sat a laptop. Jo's eyes lit up. She switched it on, no internet of course, none of them had any contact with the outside world. There was only a couple of usable programs on the computer, one is a media player. Jo connected the stick and the program opened automatically. It's her in the torture room this morning getting fisted. “It's strange watching yourself.” she thought, but she still found it a turn on. 
   
 There's a soft courtesy knock at her door then in walked Roger, "What do you think?" he asked pointing to the laptop. 
   
 "Judge for yourself." Jo said laying back and letting her legs splay apart. 
   
 He grinned, "Safe to say, you love it." he said then lapped up her liquid arousal. 
   
 Afterwards he gave her another usb stick saying, "This is a live feed receiver." He plugged it into another slot on the laptop. Jo saw the torture room on the screen. He explained how she could record the goings on in the room onto the laptop and copy the footage onto a stick to watch later. He pulled out a handful of usb sticks from his robe pocket and placed them on the bedside table then left. 
   
 A few minutes later she saw Roger and Laura enter the torture room on her new toy. “Ought to learn how to use this thing.” She thought to herself as she started recording the fun and settled down to watch, Roger seemed to be dancing and doing a striptease. Meanwhile she noticed movement out the window, it's quite far away and through the bushes, Jo strained to see clearer. There are several of them, as they drew nearer and dart from one clump of bushes to another she saw that they were men, dressed in black and carrying... sticks and have...little black things hanging from their belts? They're heading towards the lounge patio doors. Suddenly, she realised what was happening and, cursing her naivety for not realising sooner, she ran to the torture room. 
   
 Barging straight in Jo shouted, "Intruders, we're under attack, guns, grenades." she babbled in panic. Roger ran butt naked out from the cellar and down the hall to the lounge, he was halfway there when the glass doors were blown in. 
   
 Soldiers dressed in black rushed into the room and one shouted, "Get the women out of here! Find the creature!" 
   
 A soldier tried to escort the women away but they wouldn't go, "He's not a creature, he's our lover, our friend. You can't do this!" Tyrene shouted, standing her ground. 
   
 “He's not human!" the leader shouted in her face, "He's a demon that kidnaps and kills women. You stay here and he will slaughter you!" He looked up at everybody, "Why would you all want to stay here? What about your friends and families out there in the real world? You have all been on the news at one time or another after your disappearances. Has he drugged you, coerced you somehow to stay, or are you just thick?" He turned to one of his soldiers and barked, "Get these bloody women out of here!” 
   
 Some of the women fought back; kicking, punching, biting the men. In the melee a grenade is accidentally torn from a soldiers belt. The soldier and a couple of women, panicking, make a mid air grab for it. Unfortunately all the soldier could grab was the pin. While the women on realising what they had in their hands, dropped the grenade in terror. 
   
 Time stood still as a shout of, "Grenade!" echoed round the room and the men ran outside, closely followed by most of the women. Paula was stood in the middle of the room and couldn't seem to get herself moving until it was too late. Tyrene had been fighting with a soldier and he'd given her a left hook, knocking her over the coffee table. She was still trying to get to her feet when the explosion sent shrapnel flying in all directions. 
   
 Joanne was still in the corridor trying to hold Roger back and protect him. Laura was wheeling out of the small elevator up from the torture room. 
   
 “Go to your rooms!" Roger whispered to them both, "I'll be okay, trust me, I have a plan.” 
   
 Jo and Laura reluctantly go to their rooms. Jo heard shouts, booted footsteps and a few gunshots. From the corner of her eye Jo saw movement on the computer, she'd forgotten about the 'porn cam'. She stood transfixed with concern as a wounded Roger ducked down behind an altar then popped up as a soldier followed cuffing him to the torture apparatus. Roger leaped, slid, and dived around the room disarming the men and slapping restraints on them. Despite sustaining several gunshot wounds Roger soon had three soldiers at his mercy. 
   
 Roger needed to heal himself, he was getting weaker by the moment. He yanked one of the soldiers pants down and flipped him onto his front over the end of one of the altars. The man screamed in absolute terror, he knew what was coming. Joanne could barely watch as Roger forced his dick up the man’s arse, blood poured down the man’s legs. He thrashed around in agony, his screams became gurgles as his internal organs began to liquefy under the acidic onslaught of Roger's huge toxic dick being rammed repeatedly through them. After a few minutes experiencing his worst nightmare he finally fell silent as he rapidly dissolved without a trace. The other two soldiers looked on, their faces white with terror. Roger's wounds were almost healed, the other two soldiers would just be sweet vengeance. Jo's about to watch Roger do the same to the other two men, but she remembered that she had friends in the lounge that could be hurt. 
   
 She ran to the lounge to see if she could help anyone. Most of the women had escaped injury by running outside. However Paula and Tyrene had not been so lucky. Paula, a pallid grey colour, was laid in a pool of blood with multiple deep wounds and one eye completely destroyed. Jo noticed that her neck isn't quite right, her trachea isn't central it's moved over a little to the side, she realised that Paula had suffered a collapsed lung among other serious injuries. A couple of women were trying to give her first aid but it was fairly obvious that it was a lost cause. Paula was already dead. 
   
 Jo turned her attention to Tyrene who was also bleeding heavily. The worst of her wounds seemed to be on her thigh, blood was rhythmically squirting out, 'femoral artery.' Jo muttered to herself as she pressed her fingers onto the pressure point in her groin as another woman pressed directly onto the wound itself. The bleeding slowed to a dribble. Ty is hovering on the verge of consciousness, Jo knew from her previous TV addict past that she could have other internal damage such as a ruptured spleen or torn intestines from the blast. Jo fought back tears, not wanting another friend to die. After what seemed ages she heard a door close at the end of the corridor. 
   
 “ROGER” she shouted. 
   
 Joanne needed him to help Ty. He ran to the lounge, his robe wafted behind him like a superhero's cape, and was visibly shocked at the scene. He pulled himself together and scooped up Ty, taking her to the bathroom in her own room as it was the closest. He laid her gently in the bath and peed onto her thigh as the bath slowly filled with water. Ty instantly came round, screaming with pain. Diluted incubus piss is painful but neat is absolute agony! 
   
 Roger lent over the side of the bath and hugged her tight. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he muttered over and over again. As the bathwater neared the top of the bath he turned off the taps. "Stay with her, keep her conscious!" he ordered before dashing off to see if anyone else needed his help. 
   
 The women were sat around crying and comforting each other. 
   
 "Is anyone else injured?" Roger asked as he dashed into the lounge. 
   
 The women stood and told him that they are pretty much uninjured. 
   
 “Go to your rooms for now while I sort this out and make sure we're safe.” 
   
 The women did as instructed. Roger realised there's a couple of women missing. He found Donna sprawled behind a sofa, dead. A single small shrapnel wound in the side of her neck and loads of blood. She would have died quickly. Roger placed a hand on her shoulder and fought back tears. With a lump in his throat and dread in his heart he went in search of Karen. He searched the mansion and the grounds but she's nowhere to be found. He was forced to the conclusion that the soldiers must have taken her, 'At least hopefully she's alive.' he thought to himself as he abandoned his search. 
   
 Roger picked up Donna's body and took her to the torture room, then took Paula laying them both reverently on the double bed. He let his robe fall to the floor and then tearfully disposed of them by necrophili-ization. 
   
 Roger returned to see how Tyrene was doing, he looked over her body and saw that most of her wounds had completely healed including the near fatale thigh wound. 
   
 Ty was sat up in the bath, "I'm fine now, just a few aches and pains. I'll be right as rain after a nap to get over the shock." 
   
 Roger nodded and helped her out of the bath and into her bed. 
   
 As Roger and Jo both left her room Jo called back, "I'll check in on you at tea time." Ty nodded and laid down. Roger went to his room to contact a company to replace the patio doors. Joanne went to her room and passed the few hours until tea time by watching and re-watching what had been recorded on the laptop. she marvelled at Roger's speed and agility as he leaped around and trapped the soldiers, she was mesmerised by how he took his revenge. The soldiers definitely regretted their actions before they died in terrified agony and despair. After the soldiers came her friends, she bowed her head in sorrow as she watched him solemnly do what he had to do to dispose of the bodies of Donna and Paula. Jo couldn't hold the tears back any longer, after a good long cry she reset the recording program and had a shower in an attempt to wash away the grief. 
   
 At tea time Jo called in on Ty, she was curled up in bed with her back to the door. Stepping closer Jo said, "Oi, sleepy head, time for tea." Ty seemed to be fast asleep. Jo walked round to the other side of the bed calling her friends name as she went, "Tyrene, Ty, Tyyyyy." Realisation dawned on her. "SHIT! Nooooo! Ty, Ty, Tyyyy." 
   
 With tears streaming down her face she rushed to the lounge to find Roger but he wasn't there. she ran to his room and thumped on his door with the side of her fist. He opened his door and before he could say anything Jo squeaked one word, "Ty." 
   
 Roger's face went ashen as he ran to Ty's room, "Arrrrgggghhh!" Jo heard him cry as he set eyes on Ty's lifeless body. Joanne stood by the door torn between wanting to be close to Ty and Roger and also honouring his need for space in his grief. His grief set her off crying again. He glanced up at her, "Thank-you, I'll sort things out right here, saves moving her." Jo gave a single nod then closed the door and headed off to the lounge. 
   
 The other women were tucking into their tea, as soon as they saw Jo they all rushed to find out how Ty was. Before they reached her she crumpled in a heap to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. A couple of women helped Jo up into a chair and sat with her, giving her time to regain some of her faculties, patiently waiting until she was ready to speak. 
   
 "Ty's de-e-e-ad." she finally managed to blurt out. 
   
 The women gasp and mutter amongst themselves in shock, "Couldn't Roger stop the bleeding?" one woman asked. 
   
 Another commented, "She was very close to the explosion, she might have suffered more injuries than we realised." 
   
 Joanne spoke up, "Roger successfully stopped the bleeding and healed her external wounds. I'm not a doctor but If she was close to the explosion she would have suffered internal blast injuries such as a ruptured liver or spleen, things like that." Jo paused to take a drink, her throat was dry and tight from all the crying. "Roger healed her wounds, she recovered but was tired. She went to bed for a few hours, I went to wake her for tea, She was ...was ...de...." Jo broke down again, "If I hadn't let her slee-e-e-p." 
   
 The other women consoled her, "It's not your fault, you can't blame yourself. She would still have died. You can't beat yourself up over this. It's the soldiers fault not yours." Jo nodded, her brain knew it wasn't her fault but her heart said different. Her emotions were all over the place. 
   
 Jo had just about regained control when Roger walked in, the sight of him set her off again. Jo grabbed a sandwich and hurried to her room to wallow in grief in private, she cried herself to sleep. she was woken by at eight pm. by Roger. 
   
 "How are you?" he asked as he sat on the edge of her bed. 
   
 "I'm getting there." Jo answered delicately. She felt worn out, her chest fluttered as grief tried to well up again, but she managed to push it back down, at least for now. 
   
 Roger said, "I just popped in to make sure you're okay, I'm not here for 'fun'. We've been through a lot today ..." Jo thought of her dead friends and start to blubber again, sobbing her heart out. 
   
 He put an arm round her and gave her a hug. "Donna, Paula and Ty, they died horribly, needlessly. The murdering bastard soldiers slaughtered my friends, and fuck knows what they'll do to Karen." Jo coughed as her throat closed momentarily. 
   
 Roger tried to ease her grief, "Three of the soldiers didn't have a particularly painless death either." A smirk played across her lips. "That's better, I'll let you get a good nights sleep. Nighty-night." 
   
 Jo lay awake, the days events ran through her head, refusing to let her get any rest. She got up and re-watched the recording of the soldiers getting fucked to death. She watch it over and over a few times. Each time she saw it she felt a little better, knowing that her friend’s killers suffered and died in agony. Eventually she fell asleep. 
   
 Meanwhile Karen, who'd been grabbed as she ran outside from the grenade had been bundled into the back of a black van and now sat in the special ops headquarters. She was wearing some old clothes that someone fetched for her, they were a few sizes too big, but at least she was clothed. Sipping on a nice mug of tea she was questioned by an agent specialising in psychology, in a relaxed, informal way about Roger, the house and the women. Some blood was taken and she was shown old news footage of the police investigation following her disappearance, the TV appeals from her family and friends, and the subsequent arrest of her fiancé. 
   
 Karen looked at the agent and shook her head in disbelief, the agent reassured her, "Don't worry, we will be notifying the authorities and arranging his realise in due course. There have been a lot of kidnaps and wrongful arrests over the years thanks to this monster you call Roger." 
   
 Karen felt a mix of emotions, anger at the police for arresting the man she used to love, a bit melancholy for her family and friends out in the normal world, but her biggest emotion by far was her need to be in Roger's arms. 
   
 She was given a bed for the night and after a restless night of lustful dreams she woke exhausted in the morning. Karen got a shower and dressed in yesterdays oversized clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for someone to come for her. 
   
 Soon there was a polite knock, a key turned and in walked a professional looking agent. "Hello, My name's Doctor Evans. But you can call me Heather. I have been charged with your care, If you need anything, ask for me and if I can get it, I will." 
   
 Karen stood, pleading. "let me go back home, to Roger. I miss him. I don't understand, we haven't done anything wrong!" 
   
 Heather quickly made up an excuse and gently explained to Karen, "You can't go anywhere just yet. You're poorly. The blood we took yesterday shows that you have a disease, but you don't need to worry, after this injection and a little rest you'll be back to your normal self." 
   
 "I'm not poorly, I don't feel sick!" Karen replied defiantly. 
   
 "You might not feel sick, but believe me, you are not yourself. Roll up your sleeve for me and you'll be right as rain in no time." Karen rolled up her sleeve. "Little scratch." said Heather as she jabbed the needle into Karens upper arm and injected an antidote to the aphrodisiac incubus pheromones. "All done, Come with me and we'll grab some breakfast, you must be famished." Heather said smiling. Karen nodded and followed. 
   
 Over the next hour or so Karen got confused, then angry, as she started to realise what had happened to her and her friends at the hands of Roger. Whilst in a meeting with Heather and the captain, Karen spoke up, "He came across as nice, gentle and caring but in reality he kidnapped women, brainwashed and used us, used me! We've got to stop him, he can't be allowed to continue doing this!" 
   
 The captain smiled, "I'll see what we can do." 
   
 Back at the mansion Joanne woke at nine o'clock from a night full of bad dreams. She showered then checked the laptop for any nocturnal recordings, then went for breakfast. The lounge seemed very empty with four missing members of the gang. While Jo ate she wondered what atrocities may have befallen Karen. The soldiers would probably have been merciless in their inquisition. 
   
 Roger interrupted her train of thought when he came into the lounge and asked her to follow him, "It's play time for you." 
   
 Jo reluctantly followed him to the torture room, but as soon as he touched her she forgot about her friends, the only thing that mattered was chasing the orgasm that was due to her. He cuffed her to a plush fur covered altar and tickled her erotically with a ribbon of fur, up her arms, round her face and across her neck. She shuddered as the pleasure built. He continued down over her tits, tummy, thighs, then back up her flanks to her neck. He looped it round her throat and pulled it slowly. It tightened slightly then slid round seductively, sending shivers of excitement through her body and soul. 
   
 “So sweet, You like neck play don't you.” 
   
 He reached up and gently caressed her throat, applying a little pressure with one hand, while with the other he slid a couple of fingers into her dripping slit and sucked them clean, then she felt his fist stretching her open. The combination of being fisted and strangled at the same time was out of this world. She felt giddy as an orgasm quickly built within her. She wasn't sure if she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life ... or die, but she didn't care either way. Beyond anything she'd ever experienced, she loved it! She wished she could hover on this precipice for ever, but the build up didn't last. “ --- ” she tried to vocalize as an orgasm grew. He slowed down to let her building orgasm subside, then sped up again. He kept her orgasm yo-yoing several times before he finally allowed her to cum. He rammed his tongue deep into her velvety depths, licking her out as she came squirting into his welcoming mouth. The orgasm was so powerful she swore that she was going to turn inside out. He let go of her neck and savoured her extra sweet juice. Jo lay dazed, exhausted, but very blessed and glad to be alive. 
   
 When he'd finished drinking her dry he complimented her, "You're so sweet, rich, flavourful and nutritious." 
   
 "Errr, thank-you." she croaked, not really knowing how to respond to such a compliment. 
   
 “Have a few minutes to recover here, then you can go to your room to rest, okay.” 
   
 Joanne nodded, but even that was an effort. He fetched her a drink and she took it with trembling hands. 
   
 After ten minutes rest he helped her stagger, still buzzing, to her room. Jo dozed for about an hour, then flicked on her laptop to see if anything interesting was happening in the fun room. Sure enough he's in there with Britney, she's very vanilla, she doesn't have sex ... she makes love. He's stroking her all over with his hands and telling her how beautiful she is. And she is! She radiates happiness. He sucks gently on her nipples then lets his tongue meander down her body over her clit and slides slowly and smoothly into her. Rocking in and out very gently, like someone might carefully dip a bread soldier into a soft boiled egg without the yolk spilling over. Smoothly in, smoothly out. Britney writhes and pants then squeaks a high pitched moan as she cums. 
   
 Joanne almost envied her, Britney reached orgasm much quicker than she can, and with the barest touch. Jo needed much more stimulation than Britney. On the up-side though, it seemed Roger got a much bigger drink from Jo as he's finished already. Watching this porn show made Jo want him again, she imagined his long, plump tongue pulsating inside her cunt as he subjected her body to unspeakable tortures. Jo's cunt started throbbing with desire and her skin tingled as though begging to be pricked, stung, pinched and sliced. Britney left the fun room, then a minute later he left too. 
   
 Joanne dashed out of her room and stopped him before he could pass. "Do me again, please. I want you to torture me more than you've ever tortured anyone before!" She blurted out before realizing what she was saying. 
   
 Roger looked at her gob-smacked. Then with a smile he said, "My, you are horny aren’t you? ... Okay." He gestured back down the corridor. Jo grinned from ear to ear as she almost ran down the corridor with Roger following behind. She threw her robe at the hook, it missed and landed on the floor, she left it where it landed. Roger caught up and closed the door. 
   
 "Treat me rough, swear at me, hurt me!" Jo pleaded as a desperate, insane desire coursed through her veins. She NEEDED a good seeing to! 
   
 Roger pushed her harshly forward against a St Andrews cross, cuffed her in place and gave her back a dozen lashes of the whip. Her back sung with pleasure, she cried out in exquisite agony as the whip split her skin open. He pissed into a glass jar, dipped in a ball of cotton wool and wiped her wounds. The level of pain sky-rocketed, buckling her knees and almost knocking her out as her wounds healed. She recovered in a minute or two as he turned her round and gave her front some attention. 
   
 He held up a riding crop and swatted her nipples until they resembled two mini cherries, then dropping the riding crop, he rolled them between his finger and thumb, pinching and pulling hard. Grabbing some string he tied it round her nipples, trapping their blood supply in them, keeping them pert. Jo felt her lubrication run out and spread over her nether region. He lapped it up. Her eyes rolled with delight. Roger showed her a strapless bra, he packed the cups with nettle leaves and grinned as he put it on her. She gasped in pain as he massaged the bra, forcing as many stings into her breasts as possible. A squeak of pleasure escaped her lips as she threw her head back and trembled with desire. Roger sensed her need and eased a few fingers inside her dripping slit, then his whole hand. 
   
 "Be rough, aggressive, violent." she whispered breathlessly. 
   
 “My little honey pot, I'll fist fuck your cunt raw.” 
   
 With a big smile Jo nodded. He clenched his hand into a fist and slowly at first then quicker pumped his arm back and forth inside her. Jo's cunt made lots of squelching noises. Then he went deep, opening his hand in her womb. Her eyes open wide in surprise, she mumbled something incoherent as he continued to stroke her insides. He straightened his hand and carefully pulled it out, licking her juice from it. 
   
 “Is my favourite dirty slut ready for some serious masochistic torture?” 
   
 "Oooh yesss." Joanne gasped. 
   
 Jo's cunt felt very empty and cavernous without his hand inside. He removed the nettle stuffed bra and string from her tits. Her chest was covered in hundreds of swollen lumps of nettle rash. He rubbed the nettles over her tummy, thighs and bum. She didn't know whether to yell in pain or purr with pleasure. 
   
 "My little slut, you love it so much don't you." he murmured as he licked her out again. 
   
 Roger then took her over to an altar and showed her a few spiky metal balls. "These kinky conker shaped balls, brandnamed 'Kinkers' can be quite painful, in an erotic way." Jo nodded her permission as he got a few buckets of them from the freezer. He tipped loads of the frozen metal Kinkers onto the altar as she stood watching in excited anticipation. She could almost feel the spikes piercing her flesh already and shuddered with desire as she got even wetter. 
   
 Roger gave her a nod and asked her to fall forward onto the pile of ice cold metal Kinkers. Jo stood close to foot of the altar and let herself topple forward, sighing in pleasure as the spikes pierced her skin. The cold metal made the spikes feel like thousands of blades slicing into her flesh. Juice oozed from her cunt and he slid his pulsating tongue inside her. He thrust his tongue back and forth, rocking her up and down slightly so the Kinkers rolled and dug in even more with each thrust. She was in ecstasy! Roger swelled his tongue to about the size of his fist as he violently pounded it in deep. Jo groaned with pleasure, "More, Harder, Faster, Punish me!" she pleaded. He increased the girth of his tongue until her vagina was at full stretch and swelled the end to fill and stretch her womb. She's so full, it feels like she's about to give birth to a huge python as the conkers tore at her flesh. The combination was exquisite. The familiar tingle grew within her as her arousal boiled over and she came, yelling in ecstasy. He shrunk his tongue down to it's normal size and drank her nectar. He helped her carefully up from the altar, pulling a couple of stubborn Kinkers from under her breasts and prepared the bath for her. After a soak her skin healed quickly. 
   
 Joanne missed dinner, but tea time wasn't for another couple of hours and she was too hungry to wait. The lounge was empty as she chucked a ready meal in the microwave and before long she was filling her face. Roger walked into the lounge and told her he’d just received a call from the company that's going to fit the new patio doors. They were going to come the next day but they'd had a cancellation so they were coming to fit them this evening at four. "I want everyone in their rooms with the curtains closed no later than a quarter to. I don't want the workmen getting any ideas. okay." 
   
 Jo nodded, "Okay. Do you need a hand telling everyone? Also if it's a long job the lasses might have to wait a while for tea." 
   
 Roger replied, "You can tell the women for me, but I don't think tea will be delayed, it's a simple job for the workmen." 
   
 They smiled at each other and then Jo set about going round the rooms passing on the message. Everyone was in their rooms before time. 
   
 At twenty to four the intercom buzzed and Roger remotely opened the main gates. Roger stood by the open boarded up patio doors as a 'windows and doors' van pulled up. Two men in overalls got out and approached Roger, looking down at a clipboard one asked, "Mr Smith?" Roger nodded. ...Zappp! The other man tazered him. Roger collapsed, convulsing. Before he could register what'd happened he was surrounded by eight other men in black, with guns. He was cuffed and strapped face down to a gurney. An ambulance pulled up and loaded him into the back and drove away. The two men dressed as workmen opened the back of the work van and helped Heather and Karen out. Heather rechecked her bag of syringes then followed Karen into the mansion. 
   
 Karen and Heather went into the women's rooms where Heather administered the antidote that was synthesized from Karen’s blood, neutralising the incubus's mind control. Karen knocked and entered Joanne's room, "Karen, what happened to you? We searched all over for you. Are you alright?" Jo hugged her friend. "And clothes, why are you wearing clothes? ... Who's your new friend?" 
   
 Karen sat Jo down, "Relax, no need to panic. This is Heather, she's a nurse. There's a nasty flu epidemic in the town so Roger's arranged for everyone to be inoculated." she said with a friendly smile. Jo barely flinched as Heather jabbed the needle into her upper arm without giving Jo time to question the validity of what's been said, not that she would doubt her, Heather seemed quite trustworthy. 
   
 Heather gave her a gentle, caring smile and said, "Try to get some rest and keep the injection site dry, give the medication time to get into your system." 
   
 Karen added, "We'll check in on you in two hours time." with that they left her room. 
   
 After a while Jo became confused. To her knowledge, Roger hadn't let any outsiders into the mansion before, not even when a life was at stake. It's odd that he'd let someone in to vaccinate against something that nobody was going to come into contact with. The injection site is sore and itchy. Jo had a brainwave and nipped to the cellar. The jar was still where he left it, she dabbed the injection site with some cotton wool dipped in his jar of piss and the discomfort quickly subsided. She slipped the jar into a pocket in her gown in case she needed to reapply it, and dashed back to her room, then relaxed until Karen came for her. 
   
 Meanwhile Roger had been taken to a secret location many miles away and imprisoned pending 'research'. 
   
 Back at the mansion it was almost six o'clock, Karen and Heather checked in on all the women and gathered them in the lounge. Karen spoke up, "You're all probably very confused and angry right now, you've got a lot to come to terms with. I was a prisoner of Roger's for almost four years! Four years under his spell. Kidnapped, brainwashed, and used, by a demon! But we can all relax now, we are safe, the nightmare is almost over. You all met Heather earlier. She will tell you what's going to happen next." Karen sat down, relieved that her bit of public speaking was over. 
   
 Heather stood, oozing with confidence, she spoke. "We have arranged for you all to stay at a pub. The agency will provide you with basic clothing and will cover the cost of bed, breakfast, dinner, and tea. I will be your point of contact if there is anything you need while the agency is tracing any family you have to take you home." 
   
 Davina piped up, "What happens if no family members come forward? What about homes, work, money. I've been a prisoner for over seven years, my home, job, bank account won't exist anymore. I'm probably legally dead as far as all that goes. Even if I tried to get a job my CV will be out of date, not many jobs require 'hostage' as a qualification!" The other women nod and all start to talk at once. 
   
 Heather kneels down and takes Davina's hands in hers. "We will help in any way we can, we have people that can open you a bank account, get you on benefits, find you a place to live. In general we will help you get back into civilization. There's no need to worry, we'll look after you." Davina and the others calmed down as they realised that everything was being taken care of. 
   
 A minibus pulled up with blacked out windows. Joanne and the other women were ushered in and driven away to their temporary accommodation. As Jo took her seat she looked around at her friends, they all looked different somehow. They all seemed ... ungrateful. Roger took them from their boring, unfulfilled, pain filled lives. Let them stay in his fantastic home. Yes, he needed women, but he gave unbridled pleasure in return, such pleasures no-one could possibly get out in the 'real' world. Her friends were throwing hate at a man who only ever showed them love. Jo wondered just what was really in that syringe earlier, 'Have they all been brainwashed by the injection?' she thought to herself, glad that she dabbed her needle site with Roger's pee. 'Am I the only one left that isn't brainwashed?' She decided it's wiser to keep quiet and go along with things for now. 
   
 Joanne hadn't seen Roger since her last session and guessed that he'd been taken by Heather's 'agency'. It dawned on her that yesterday's events and today's were linked, she felt so stupid, 'Why didn't I see the link before?' she was so annoyed at herself. Jo’s imagination ran away with her as she day-dreamed about going on a fantastic mission of vengeance, Rocky style, against all the agents and soldiers. 
   
 Heather interrupted her fantasy, "Are you okay? You're grinning like a Cheshire cat." Jo glanced round at her brainwashed friends, they all have confused, sombre expressions. 
   
 "I'm just glad to get out of there." she lied, "What have you done with Roger?" she asked, faking disdain in her voice. 
   
 "You don't need to worry about him. He's locked up and will never see the light of day again." Heather answered in a way that would have been reassuring, if that was the answer that Jo wanted. 
   
 Joanne added, "I'm sure some of my friends would agree when I say that, we'd like to visit him and see for ourselves just how securely he's being held, for our own peace of mind." A few of the other lasses nodded. Heather said that she'd put the request to her superior. 
   
 Soon the minibus pulled in behind a pub. Heather explained, "You have all been booked into rooms above this pub, follow me." 
   
 Everyone followed her through the back-door of the pub and up some stairs, she led each woman to their individual room and promised to be back soon with some clothes. 
   
 Jo's room is a smaller version of the room she had at the mansion, with a small en-suite toilet and shower area, also some tea and coffee making facilities on a dressing table. She sat at the dressing table and stared into the mirror. Seeing her bald head properly for the first time was a shock, it made her feel queasy. She raised her hand to touch her bare scalp but stopped as a wave of revulsion overcame her. She bowed her head in shame at her feelings of revulsion, as she thought of countless cancer patients who face not only losing their hair but suffer painful treatments too. Her baldness wasn't the result of disease, quite the opposite in fact. Jo turned away from the mirror, her mind and emotions in a turmoil of self obsessed pity, and shame at feeling pitiful when others are facing real suffering. Putting the kettle on she made herself a cuppa then sat on the edge of the bed away from the mirror, her mind turned to worrying about poor Rodger. 
   
 An hour later there was a knock at her door, Heather and Karen walked in carrying a bag of clothes, "They should fit, they may be a bit baggy but if they really don't fit let one of us know and we'll change them for you." Then they left. Jo heard them knock on the next door. She tipped the clothes onto the bed, there's a pack of panties, a few t-shirts, a jumper, a pack of socks, trainers in her size, a pair of trousers with elastic waist. No bra though as they didn't know anyone’s bra size and it's not something that people can take a wild guess at. Then Jo saw something that normally would seem trivial, but it filled her with delight, a woolly hat! She pulled it on and smiled at herself in the mirror, feeling much calmer. 
   
 It was four o'clock when Karen poked her head round the door, "Evening meal is at six, in the pub lounge. Jo nodded her understanding as Karen left to tell the others. 
   
 She showered and dressed, then at ten to six she headed downstairs to eat. Karen, Heather and a few of the other women were already there. Heather asked what Jo would like to drink, she told her her preference and Heather gestured to the tables for her to sit down. Over the next five minutes the others came down and took their seats. Before long Jo was tucking into Yorkshire pudding with slices of roast beef and plenty of veg all smothered in rich gravy. “Mmmm” she savoured every mouthful. For desert she had jam roly poly with custard. She can't remember when she last ate so heartily. 
   
 After the meal Heather explained that tomorrow would be quite emotional as some family members that could be traced will be coming to take most of the women home. However there would also be the press coming from all the major newspapers and T.V. news stations. Everyone groaned, nobody wanted the world to see them like this. After a few more drinks at the agency's expense everyone gradually drifted off up to bed. 
   
 Jo lay in bed thinking about Roger, she missed him, and what he could be doing to her right now. Her hands slid under the sheets to her nipples, she gave herself a squeeze then let her hands slide down her body, over her tummy and on down to her nether-regions; stroking her clit, then rubbing harder, trying to imagine Roger doing it, she pushed a few fingers inside herself and tried really hard to get herself off, but to no avail. She NEEDED Roger! She washed her hands and tried to get some sleep. 
   
 She woke at eight, showered, dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast. She was the first one there. The woman behind the bar fetched her a full English breakfast and a mug of tea. The waitress tried to make conversation and asked her what it was like being held prisoner and subjected to untold abuse? Jo snapped back her answer, "It wasn't like that. Roger cared for all us women, never did anything against anyone’s wishes. He loved us all!" The bar woman retreated behind the bar out of Jo's way feeling decidedly chastised. 
   
 Gradually the others filtered down for breakfast. Jo reminded Heather that she'd still like to see Roger, but Heather informed her that it wouldn't be possible. Jo's heart sank, she felt like she couldn't live without him. She went back up to her room and sulked like a child, all she could think about is how she'd get to see and hopefully rescue Roger. 
   
 At half past eleven she went downstairs. As she walked into the lounge area she was set upon by a dozen reporters all clamouring for her story. Jo tried to back up to escape, but she was surrounded. The reporters resembled a pack of rabid hyenas, and Joanne was on the menu. Her mind became a whirl, dizzy with panic. She managed to mumble “No comment” just before Heather came to the rescue, escorting the reporters to the bar room and giving them a carefully planed and rehearsed statement. Jo sat down and nursed a stiff drink while she listened to what was going on in the next room. She's shocked by what Heather was saying, She knew she wouldn't but part of her wanted to barge into the bar room and tell those reporters that Heather was talking a load of bollocks! 'Roger was not a mass murdering psychopath!' 'He did not kidnap, imprison, torture, rape, or needlessly kill anyone!' Jo couldn't believe the lies this woman was coming out with! 
   
 Eventually the interview came to an end and the rabble of reporters finally left. After dinner some people arrived to take their daughters or wives home, there were hugs and tears all round as goodbyes were said. Davina's parents and husband turned up later to take her home. In the bitter-sweet excitement of it all Jo slipped out the front door to get some air. She tried Heather's car door just for the hell of it and was extremely surprised to find it unlocked, without giving it a second thought she took the opportunity and climbed onto the back seat of Heather's car and crouched down into a rear foot-well, expecting to be discovered at any moment. Five minutes later Heather got into her car and drove to Special ops headquarters unaware of her stowaway. 
   
 As Heather drove through the outer perimeter gates a guard emerged from a gatehouse and asked Heather to sign in. Heather hesitated momentarily, then calmly got out and went into the gatehouse. Seconds later the car was surrounded by armed soldiers. "You in the back of the car, come out slowly with your hands where we can see them!" Fear knotted up Joanne's guts as she realised that they probably screen every vehicle with a body heat detector or something. Jo slowly opened the door and climbed out trembling with terror, barely noticing how stiff her joints were from the cramped ride. As soon as she was clear of the car door she was immediately set upon, thrown to the ground and cuffed. Heather came out of the gatehouse explaining who Jo is and that she posed no threat, she informed them that Jo had expressed a desire to see 'The detainee' on a few occasions and that she is quite a determined lady. 
   
 Her superior is not happy with her lack of security, he ordered her to his office for disciplinary action. Jo felt sorry for her, she didn't mean to get her into trouble, but then she reminded herself of all the lies she told the reporters. The guards escorted Jo at gunpoint through the inner perimeter gate and into a secure holding area with interrogation rooms and cells. Later Jo explained to the interrogator that she can't relax until she's seen with her own eyes that Roger is securely locked up, that she can't bear the thought of him escaping and subjecting other women to what he put her through. She gave the interviewer a pleading look, pretending to be traumatised. After the interview the interviewer passed a recording of her statement to his superior. 
   
 Eventually the captain of special operations came to see her. "You have expressed a desire to see the demon. You've gone to a lot of trouble to see it, putting yourself in danger. We could have shot you on site for stowing away in Heather's car. If she hadn't have been as quick with her explanation as to your identity we wouldn't be having this conversation now!" 
   
 His stern tone and raised voice reduced Jo to tears, but she managed to squeak a reply between her sobs. "Please can I see Roger, err...the monster, I can't sleep at night for worrying that he'll come for me or attack more people." Jo had a brainwave and added. "I would have thought you of all people would understand the need to face your demons following such a traumatic, stressful event seeing your friends slaughtered in front of you!" Jo battled to keep a smug grin from spreading across her face, pleased with herself for thinking about throwing PTSD at him. 
   
 He sat quietly, thinking for a moment, then nodded. He radioed some other guards then ordered Joanne to follow him. She almost had to run to keep up with his brisk pace, through a maze of corridors and down flights of stairs. She realised that she wouldn't be able to find her way out of this labyrinth on her own. Eventually she came to a long corridor that looked like a prison, with armed guards manning three metal gates spaced out every several meters down the corridor. The captain nodded at the guards as he approached them and they unlocked their gate in turn and locked it again after they both were through. Jo was aware that It would be impossible for anyone to escape from here! Then she saw the large, heavy looking, solid metal security door. Another armed guard unlocked it and pushed it open. 
   
 There in the middle of the room was Roger, chained and helpless. Wearing only an ankle length hospital gown. Jo fought the urge to cry out his name, she wanted to run to him, to hug him, to tell him how she'd missed him. Jo's pussy had missed him too, swelling with desire and crying its own special tears. 
   
 The captain said, "The beast is secure, chained up and locked in a cell as secure as Fort Knox. The guards will shoot to kill if 'It' gave them a reason. If 'It' managed to take a hostage the guards will shoot the hostage, even if that hostage is you or I. It is impossible for the demon to escape!" The captain nodded to the guard and as they both leave the doors were locked behind them. As he took Jo back through the corridors he added, "If it came down to it, we could learn a lot from this creature by autopsy, but we could learn more from it while it's alive. Tomorrow 'It' will be transported under sedation and under guard to a secret location to be ...Studied further. You don't need to worry about it escaping, and you can rest assured It will be made to suffer big time! In the name of science, of course." Jo smiled and nodded, trying to act relieved. 
   
 The captain walked her back through the rabbit warren of corridors and introduced her to a tall thin man in a suit. "Special agent Lowe will take you back to the pub and replace Heather as your liaison." Jo nodded and left with the new guard. 
   
 Joanne tried making small talk with agent Lowe but he's having none of it. "My orders are to take you back to the pub and to babysit you and the other victims. I don't have to be your friend!" Jo sat back in silence as the black car sped along back to the pub. 
   
 It's six pm and the women were just sitting down to tea. "Where have you been?" a few of the women ask in unison. 
   
 Jo explained that she'd been to the army base and seen Roger all chained up. Then added, "This ignorant bastard is agent Lowe, he's replaced Heather." The women all stare at him for a moment until he turns on his heels and strides out. The women giggle between themselves and then go back to eating. Jo got hers and tucked in, placing some food in serviettes and wrapping it carefully for tomorrow. She planned on an early start, it's going to be a long day. 
   
 After a restless nights sleep she got up at six. She snuck out the back door having first lifted the pub owners car keys from behind the bar. His car was a little silver Peugeot 107, but beggars can't be choosers. The moment Jo was out of the pub car park she floored it. Well ... she stomped the accelerator to the floor, but not much happened for what seemed like ages. She cursed her bad luck, 'Why couldn't the landlord have had a decent car? Nought to sixty in about a week is shameful!' Jo thought to herself. Eventually the car got up some speed, but she can't get much more than eighty out of it, even though she'd got the peddle to the floor. She cursed her dumb luck as she fought the urge to stick her foot out the door to scooter the heap of junk along. 
   
 Soon she saw the special ops base in the distance, then she could just make out several cars and motorbikes escort a black van from the base and head away from her. She put her foot to the floor but they soon disappeared into the distance. Pulling up in a lay-by about half a mile passed the gates, Jo admitted defeat to herself. Her only chance to save Roger had passed, crying, thumping and trying to strangle the steering wheel, her will to live...gone. Between tears, In the wing mirror she noticed a single black van hurtling down the road towards her. She made an instant decision, as the van drew closer she pulled out in front of it. The van driver hit the breaks, but momentum rammed the van into her car. Several seconds later Jo staggered out of the wreckage, dizzy from the car spinning a few times. She stood in front of the almost unrecognisable heap of metal that used to be a car and faced the almost unscathed van. The two guards in the van were on their radio, probably telling HQ that there'd been a problem. Jo feigns a collapse and laid in the road, hoping to lure the guards out but they didn't come. After a short conversation on their radio they started the van up and drove past her. The driver wound down his window and told her not to worry, that an ambulance was on it's way and that they can't stop. Jo jumped up and charged at him taking them both by surprise. She was running on adrenalin and autopilot as she pulled open the door punching, scratching, and biting, she wasn't entirely aware of grabbing his handgun, or shooting them both in an instant but that's what she did. Joanne had never handled a gun before, and up until recent events she'd only ever seen them on TV. She just stood, in shock, trying to understand what had happened. 
   
 From the distance she became aware of a siren. She snapped out of her trance, dragged the two bodies from the van, climbed in and sped off. She didn't know the area, or if there were any more soldiers in the back, or even if Roger is in the back. But she's pretty sure that this vehicle would have a tracking device fitted. Sooner or later this van will be surrounded by soldiers ... or maybe just blown up remotely, her mind raced coming up with all sorts of scenarios. After a few miles she pulled over on the side of the road to check in the back. Jo pulled at the rear door handle but it was locked, the only key she had was a basic ignition key. 'maybe one of the guards had another key in their pocket, or maybe the only key for the back door is at the destination.' She didn't want to shoot the lock in case Roger was inside. She thumped on the sides of the van to get a response from anyone inside, but got none. She slumped, defeated, on the road, head in hands sobbing, resigned to her fate. Sure enough a few minutes later a black car approached. Joanne got up and dried her eyes. Facing the black car, she stared off into infinity as she raised the gun with both hands, waiting to hear some soldiers order her to drop it. Time slowed, her heart beat slowly but powerfully, she was so calm she could almost be dead already. She seemed to step out of herself and see events unfold from a different vantage point by the side of the road. About twenty soldiers appeared from nowhere and prepared to drop her where she stood. 
   
 A familiar voice called her name and she snapped back to reality. Before her is one black car beside which stood Heather and Roger. The gun tumbled from her fingers as she fell to the ground, almost fainting. Heather helped her up and bundled her, semi conscious, into the back of the car. As Joanne recovered in Roger's arms Heather explained how after her disciplinary she was confined to work on base and given the simple job of making sure Roger received enough sedative to keep him unconscious for the duration of his transfer. She told of how she swapped the sedative for pure water and how she injected agent Lowe with the sedative and loaded him into the van in Roger's place. "Roger wore agent Lowe's suit and name badge and we just walked out, bold as brass. If anyone had actually looked at his name badge and face we would have been in the shit for sure. We just got in the car and drove off." 
   
 Jo told Heather that she got the impression that Heather thought Roger was a monster. Heather told her, "Roger and I have ... history." Joanne bowed her head. she had hoped to have him all to herself. Heather picked up on her disappointment and added, "He's my brother!" 
   
 Jo jerked her head back up, beaming with delight. "You're a succubus?" 
   
 “Yes, unlike my brother I like to live as a normal human. I went into nursing because I felt I could do a lot of good. I secretly bottled and applied my urine onto terrible wounds and helped many people recover from injuries that would otherwise have been fatal. The government heard of my amazing patient low mortality rate, naturally I claimed it was just good luck and good nursing. Before long I was sent to work in the special forces unit where I helped soldiers recover from very nasty injuries. Some died, don't get me wrong some injuries are beyond even our abilities to fix. Though I soon learnt that I was arousing suspicion with my reputation for being a miracle worker, I had to let some saveable people die. So I had to play God, decide who to save and who to let die. Most of the people who died went peacefully with me holding their hand as I gently absorbed their life force." Heather goes quiet for a while as she reminisced and even grieved a little for those that she could have saved but didn't. When she re-composed herself she continued. "When I got the news that we were to raid Roger's place all I could do was play along and wait for an opportunity to rescue him. Obviously my employment there was terminated, in more ways than one. If they find us, we would all be killed on sight!” 
   
 Jo asked, "Isn't this car fitted with a tracker, won't they trace us?" 
   
 “Undoubtedly." Heather answered. "Fortunately I have our escape all planned. Just keep your fingers crossed that all goes well.” 
   
 Heather parked up in an average residential street and then they all get into a regular family car. The fact that it might be stolen crossed Jo's mind, but she didn't give it a second thought. Heather drove out into the countryside and pulled over in a lay-by behind another common car. She got a few bundles of clothes from the boot and they all changed. She then gave Jo and Roger both a piece of paper with a time, taxi phone number, the name of a night club. She explained her plan to foil any agents trying to trace them as she gave them both a basic pay as you go mobile phone each. You all got into the new car and Heather drove towards the next city, then round the suburbs, dropping Roger off by a cemetery just half a mile walk from a housing estate. Then she drove across to the other side of the city to a similar suburb and dropped Joanne off at a cemetery not far from a housing estate, then she drove off to abandon the car and find somewhere for herself to loiter. 
   
 Jo sat on a bench in the cemetery and tried to look inconspicuous until the allotted time then, as it started to get dark, she walked to the housing estate, switched her phone on and called the number on the note, giving the taxi company the address of the house that she was stood near. Jo Roger and Heather all met up at the agreed time at the night club. After a night of modest drinking they all booked different taxis and were dropped off outside different addresses. Later Heather picked Jo and Roger up in yet another popular make of car. "I'm pretty sure we should have done enough to hide our trail by now." Heather said, then added. "Roger, where do you want to go? 
   
 "I have no idea where I could get a place as good as the last one. I was lucky, such a large recently built home and nobody else wanted to buy it. Probably because of the horrors that happend just a few years earlier." Roger answered groggily. 
   
 Heather drove to the family home as Jo and Roger dozed. Jo was so fatigued that she was barely conscious of arriving at the large house or of being carried inside and put to bed. It'd gone midday by the time she woke. 
   
 The other members of the family were nice, polite and friendly people. Much more personable than most 'regular' human beings. Heather and their mother, Pamela sort out a house viewing for the following day as a rather pale, sickly looking Roger showed Jo around his mother’s home. The grounds were extensive, he took her down to a stream that cut through a corner of the land. There was a large shed nearby, though surprisingly uncluttered, it contained fishing rods, nets, waterproof overalls etc. He let Jo inside and lit a couple of lamps, "Feed me, It's been a while since I tasted you." 
   
 Joanne beamed with delight as she lay on the floor quivering with excitement as he removed her trainers, trousers and panties. She stared lovingly at him as he lay on his front between her legs, he ran his fingers up her thighs, along her labia and asked "What do you want me to do to you?" 
   
 She answered him a little louder than she intended, almost shouting, "Anything.“ She added ”You have a free hand to do whatever takes your fancy. My cunt aches for you, I have an itch that only you can scratch!" 
   
 “Relax” Roger purred. His hands pushed up beneath her jumper and caressed her breasts, kneading her mounds as though making bread. Flicking his fingers back and forth over her nipples until they were pert, then pinched and twisted them to make them swell and sting with pain. Jo's juices start to flow. He slid his tongue inside and expanded it to tightly fill her, then started thrusting it aggressively and violently into her over and over. A pang of fear washed over her, but was quickly replaced by bliss as she came, trembling and laughing at her doubts. 
   
 He lapped up her cum, "Oh yea," He went down again, this time ramming his engorged tongue so violently into her that she screamed and doubled up in agony. He withdrew his tongue instantly and it's followed by a stream of blood. 
   
 "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you alright" Roger babbled. "Lay back, keep calm, I'll fix this." He continued to mutter apologetically, panicked, reassuring words as he pissed into a beaker and poured it as gently as he could into her vagina. A few minuets later she started to feel better and slowly risked trying to stand. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you too much. I'm just sooo hungry. It's been too long since I ate. I would never do anything to hurt you, not without your consent anyway." He winked. The best Jo could manage was a nod and wry smile. 
   
 When Jo felt better they both headed slowly back to the house. "Do you think you need to ... absorb someone?" Jo asked tentatively. Roger just nodded and hung his head in shame. Jo rubbed his back in a comforting manner to convey her understanding. 
   
 Back in the house Jo took Heather to one side, "Roger needs to 'feed'." She raised her fingers into the 'quote' gesture to emphasize the severity of his hunger. 
   
 Heather nodded her understanding, " I thought he would, he's been through a lot at the hands of the agency. They cut him, broke his bones, set him on fire, then sat and watched him spontaneously heal. They fed him human food, not sexual secretions. Consequently his body has almost stopped healing and he's quite ill. He will die if his brother doesn't get back soon with a 'take out'." 
   
 Jo was shocked at the severity of his condition. She knew he'd suffered and that he needed to absorb someone. She had accepted that this was an unusual situation and he needed to kill, but since his rescue she hadn't considered the fact that he might die! Jo smiled and nodded her understanding to Heather, but inside she was wailing at the thought of losing him. 
   
 Just then Heather's phone vibrates and a voice says, "Send Roger to the barn." 
   
 Heather nodded to Jo and the both of them helped Roger get to his feet and escorted him to the barn. Inside stood a woman, dressed seductively. Jo got the impression that she is very used to wearing this attire. "Where's the birthday boy?" she asks in a sing-song voice. Heather gently pushed Roger into the barn then Jo, Heather and the brother left him to it. As they walked back to the house a scream travels from the barn on the cool autumnal breeze. Jo wished so much that she could have stayed to watch. 
   
 The family put Joanne up in a spare room and didn't try anything untoward. Jo knew she was safe here while Roger finds a place of his own. It only took a few weeks to get another mansion. Estate agents work super fast when this much money is involved, especially when a fea clan member is the boss. Within a month Roger and Joanne are moving. It took another month to kit out the new play room. She was so eager to christen the new apparatus, vanilla tongue lashings have gotten a bit boring of late. She craved some serious S and M torture. 
   
 In time he will build up another harem, but for now Joanne is his only woman. She relaxed in another piss bath to sooth her chaffed flesh. Being his only one does mean that she's kept VERY busy. 
   
 THE END 
 
 
 Publication Date: April 5th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-ex5fb6564016455