Chapter 84

He turned and saw a strikingly beautiful girl. He hadn't seen a figure like that outside of the wet dreams about big busted cheerleaders he used to have as a teen. She was in some kind of Halloween fancy dress. A demon or devil. Her skin-tight leather outfit was so provocative it would have shamed a ten dollar hooker.

Who was she? One of Figg's freak friends?

Damn realistic looking costume though.

"Nÿte, deal with this piece of human excrement," Figg sneered.

"Fuck him up real good," Higgins added.

"As you command... masters," the girl, Nÿte, said, before turning towards him.

Doug saw her face and immediately responded by swinging his bat at her head as if he was A-Rod trying to blast a home run out of the Yankee's stadium.

Now Doug considered himself a good, neighbourly sort of man. A man with a decent set of morals. Normally the notion of trying to knock a pretty woman's head off with a baseball bat wouldn't ever occur to him, no matter what kind of freaky costume she happened to be wearing.

That was until he saw her eyes. They were flat and dark like sheets of black glass. There was no sign of humanity or even a soul in those eyes, only hunger.

Doug looked into those eyes and all his preconceived notions of an orderly rational universe collapsed into rubble. Dear Lord, what kind of abomination had that idiot Figg set loose on the world?

He swung his bat, not because the red mists were upon him and he was too enraged to understand the consequences, but because he was in sudden mortal terror for both his life and soul.

He did not connect.

The demon reached up and caught the bat as if it was no more threatening than a rolled up newspaper. A delicate twist of her wrist was enough to wrench it from Doug's hands with enough force he felt something pop.

"For future reference," the demon said, looking casually back at Figg, "succubi are creatures of seduction and guile. They are not common brawlers. In most other circumstances your succubus would right now be back in hell nursing a splitting headache and a foul temper."

She released the bat and it bounced off the stone floor with a clatter.

"Not me though," Nÿte said with a smile that revealed two pointed fangs. "I like it rough."

Doug felt a clawed hand close around his throat. He was lifted bodily off the floor and swung around as if his two hundred pounds were nothing more than a rag to her. She slammed him down on the stone sarcophagus in the centre of the room with enough force to blast the air from his lungs.

"How would you like me to deal with this piece of human excrement?" the succubus asked, running a hand along Doug's cheek.

The touch was lascivious, a molestation.

"This man has both insulted me and thwarted my desires," Figg said.

"He's a prick," Higgins interjected.

"I want you to punish him," Figg said, the candlelight accentuating the cruel cast to his features. "His body and soul are yours to do with as you see fit."

"Fuck him up real good," Higgins added.

"Did you have any particular punishment in mind?" Nÿte asked. She slowly circled the stone block in the centre of the room, a black-clawed finger running over Doug's stunned body.

Doug was winded. He couldn't move at all.

"Use your imagination," Figg said, grinning evilly. "Be creative," he added.

"Creative?" Nÿte queried, full black lips twisting up in a cruel smile.

"Put on a show," Figg smiled back at her.

"A show," Nÿte said. She licked Doug's cheek with a long black tongue that was far hotter than any human's. "I like the sound of that."

She jumped up and straddled Doug with panther-like grace. She ran her hands over his broad chest in a mockery of a loving caress.

"Is she really going to, you know, fuck him?" Higgins asked.

"Of course, doofus," Figg said. "She's a succubus. That's how they kill people."

"Fuck yeah!" Higgins said.

Kill him, yes. Doug had no illusions there. He could see it in her cold black eyes. Kill him and maybe worse.

Unless...

He'd got his breath back. A sudden twist, maybe he could take her by surprise. He bunched his muscles.

Nÿte looked down at him and wagged an elegant finger. She raised her other hand and opened it out flat, the palm facing downwards.

Chains erupted from beneath the stone sarcophagus and whipped around his wrists and ankles.

Nÿte closed her hand into a fist, turned it over and yanked upwards as if pulling hard on a rope.

The chains around Doug's arms and legs pulled savagely taut. His shoulder and knee joints screamed in agony as they were extended beyond their normal limits. The hard stone edges of the stone slab cut into his protesting flesh. He cried out in pain.

"Kewl," Higgins said.

"You shouldn't have meddled in the affairs of warlocks," Figg said. "Now you will suffer."

Nÿte unlaced her black bodice and her full breasts tumbled free. They were pale like milk and as large as the airbrushed fantasies of a porn magazine editor. She ripped off Doug's shirt and caressed his chest. Her fingernails were long black claws.

"You find this body arousing, don't you?" Nÿte asked him, cupping a hand under a large round breast. "I turn you on."

She wriggled in his lap, grinding her hips against his. Despite himself Doug felt blood rushing to his cock.

"Go to hell!" he wheezed at her.

Nÿte smiled.

"That doesn't make for a very effective comeback when you consider hell is where I live. That's like telling me to go home, which I'll be doing anyway once this night is over. You should use somewhere more appropriate. Like 'Go to Milton Keynes!'"

She looked at their puzzled faces.

"Oops, wrong country. 'Go to Utah!'" she suggested helpfully.

She slashed across Doug's chest with a sudden sweep of her long black nails. They were sharp like knives and Doug cried out in pain as they left livid red lines across his skin. Blood oozed up from the cuts. The pain kept growing and growing, as if her claws had been coated in acid or vinegar. Doug had been cut before and it had never hurt as badly as this.

Nÿte's black eyes lit up with a perverse gleam at the sight of his blood. She bent down and her eyes half closed in pleasure as she dabbed at the oozing red blood with her tongue.

Her tongue burnt like acid against his wounds. Doug writhed and squirmed, but he couldn't escape the crippling pain.

"Kinky bitch," Higgins said.

Nÿte took off her bodice completely and hurled it aside. It smacked against the side of Higgins's face with a loud slap.

Completely topless, Nÿte lay down on top of Doug, squashing her full breasts against his wounded chest. Mewling with pleasure she rubbed her tits against him, smearing her pristine white skin with his blood.

Doug span between competing emotions. There was a fantastically lithe woman lying on top of him, rubbing her breasts against him. As much as he wanted to, to not respond to that would be to deny being both human and male. He couldn't stop his arousal growing in the same way he couldn't voluntarily stop his own heart from beating.

Her large boobs, as enticing as they felt, were also rubbing against the wounds she'd slashed across his chest. Each rub fired a harpoon of pain between his ribs to where they lodged like cruel hooks in his lungs.

Doug was horrified to realise that only served to make his cock grow harder.

No. How could that be. He was a good man. A loving family man with a wife and two daughters he adored. He did not want this monster…neither did he want to be used in this way but his body was speaking something else from him.
Serafina watched Sin as her eyes were blazing with fury at the sight. But since it had already happened in the past she knew that she could not help the human and neither his family so she waited to see everything in anger.
“Just keep your calm, Sin. And keep watching. Not everything in this world goes as per your wishes. There are a lot of things which happen which are not in your control,” said Serafina and even though Sin did not say anything her body was shaking with barely controlled fury.