Morgan's Curse

I nodded and gave a big grin. "Yep, model. We just got back from a photo shoot up in Vegas, and she had a great time. So great that she decided to give you boys a show on the way through."

The boy looked down at the ground, sheepishly, and stammered, "Well, I... uh..."

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing to be ashamed of, boy! She's hot, and she showed you her body because she likes seeing men appreciate it. But right now, we're in a bit of trouble. And that gives you boys an opportunity."

The gas station doors swung open, and a few of the other frat boys came back out, carrying bottles of soda and a case of beer. They saw me talking to the driver and came over, probably assuming I was an upset, jealous boyfriend trying to get them to delete topless pictures of my slut girlfriend.

"What's going on here, Mouse? This guy giving you a hard time?", asked one of the guys. He stepped between Mouse and myself, trying to intimidate me.

I was about to say something when I heard the door to my car pop open. Argyle stepped out and slinked her way towards us, wearing only her bra for a top.

I put on my best salesman smile as she came up by my side and said, "Boys, my model and I are on our way back to LA, but we ran out of cash. She's a professional model, and I already know that you love her tits. And I know those pictures you tried to take through your rolled-up windows must have sucked. How about you buy us a tank of gas, and you can take some really nice pictures? Hell, I'll even coach you so you can take professional-level shots. I'm not sure which one of you boys owns that SUV, but pictures of her naked body sprawled out on the hood must be worth some points back at school, right?"

Argyle winked seductively and draped her arm around my shoulder as the boys looked at each other for a moment.

"Give us a moment, dude", said the one who'd been trying to intimidate me earlier.

The boys huddled together for a bit, and it didn't take long for them to come back with a counter offer. "Half a tank", said the alpha meat head, "and she gives us more than just pictures."

One of his cronies slapped him on the back and said, "You tell 'em, Butch!"

I shook my head, trying to protect the boys from their own stupidity. "Guys, she's been on the cover of Epic Tits Magazine, and Lord knows she's made a couple of movies. But she's not a hooker, and she doesn't do hardcore. We'll go as low as half a tank for a fifteen minute photo shoot, and that's the best you'll get."

The one they called Mouse stammered out, "Guys, that's a really good deal. That car can't hold more than $40 worth, and fifteen minutes with a model like her is worth at least two full tanks."

Butch scowled at Mouse and raised his hand as if he were going to strike him. Mouse cowered reflexively, and Butch put his hand down. Turning his attention away from the scrawny guy, Butch turned his attention back to me and set his face into a hard-edged scowl. "Half a tank", he repeated, "pictures, and one blow job apiece. Keep trying to bargain, and it's gonna get worse."

I rolled my eyes. "Listen - wait, what was your name? Bitch, was it?" Butch's nostrils flared and his fist clenched to strike. "You don't have the slightest fucking clue what you're into here. I've got a whole lot of reasons why you don't want to fuck her. Believe me, if you do anything with her beyond taking pictures, it'll end badly for you."

I never even saw Butch's fist coming. It hit me like a railroad engine at full speed, catching me under the jaw and lifting me off the ground. I spun, feeling light-headed and disconnected, and I felt myself bounce off of the van and then start falling. I must've hit the ground, but I never felt it. My vision going dark as I began to pass out.

Argyle screamed as one of the guys grabbed her. "Listen", she said pleadingly, "I'm clean, don't listen to him. He's been acting weird this whole trip. Just don't hurt me, I'll even fuck you if you'll let me!"

As I sank the rest of the way into the darkness, my last thought was that a good fuck from Argyle is exactly what they deserved at this point.

Part 2b: The Train to Freedom

I wasn't out for very long, but the boys had worked quickly. I half-awoke as the late-afternoon sun beat its way into my eyes. My hands and legs were tied, and one guy had my feet and the other had me by the shoulders, carrying me into a cheap motel room that Butch had decided to rent for a few hours. I pretended to still be unconscious when they unceremoniously dumped me into a chair near the air conditioner. I heard Mouse whisper into my ear, "Sorry, man, but at least they didn't leave you tied up in the van. You might've died in the heat."

I half opened my eyes, and noticed that there was duct tape over my mouth. It was nothing that a spell wouldn't resolve, but frankly Butch had pissed me off and I was going to enjoy watching what happened to him next.

Speaking of Butch, he lowered his crew-cut, square-jawed face into my field of vision and slapped my cheeks lightly. "Well well, I see you're awake. Good! I want to make sure you watch how a real man fucks that girlfriend of yours." He smirked at me and watched for my reaction. I staged fury and an intense stare, but carefully. Over the centuries, I've mastered expressions to the point where if I'd wanted to make him yelp like a scared puppy dog, I could've done it with just a glance. But I didn't want to do that at this point. Hell, even in a male form I could've mustered enough Magick to free myself and kill him. But that would be an act of mercy, and I was presently not in the mood for it.

Butch stepped back and pointed at the bed, where Argyle was tied to the headboard. "Since you weren't sure what a bitch looks like, we're going to show you what one looks like. We're going to run a train on your girlfriend here, and we're going to give her what your cock probably never could." Butch stripped off his shirt, revealing rippling muscles and a truly impressive body. Argyle, all the way over on the bed, had a look of unbridled lust on her face.

Butch started walking over to the bed, and when he got halfway there he turned his head back to me. He pointed his finger at her, inadvertently striking a pose with his chiseled physique that would've stirred a storm of appreciative hormones if I were in a female body. "See that, little camera fag? She already sees how much more of a man I am than you." He flexed a little, doing a sort of little dance as he stood at the foot of the bed and undressed. His buddies started taking off their clothes too, and I stopped myself a split second short of removing the gag in order to point out that while he's calling me a homosexual, he's the one stripping down in a room with seven men and only one woman.

Argyle gave me a "please don't spoil this" expression, and I'm sure she knew I was trying to rein in my smart ass streak. This time, there was no real risk that I would intervene. Butch pulled down his briefs and crawled up onto the bed, flanked by one buddy on each side and another two at the foot of the bed. Mouse was seated near me, holding a video camera. "He's making me film it", he whispered over to me. "I'm so sorry, mister."

Mouse had nothing to be sorry about. Butch, on the other hand, gazed hungrily over Argyle's sleek, athletic form. "You've got a spectacular pussy, you know that? Normally I just fuck a girl in the ass or make her give me a blow job, but there's just something about your pussy that makes me need to cum in it", he said.

Argyle gave him just the expression of fear that Butch was looking for. She whimpered out, "Please don't, Butch. You're a big strong man, and I'm completely helpless." I rolled my eyes, but I could tell my influence has been rubbing off ever so slightly on Argyle. I don't know if she'd have turned Butch free if he'd changed his mind at this last moment, but I do know that this established Butch as an unrepentant sinner, beyond all hope of redemption.

Oblivious to the deeper meaning of Argyle's words, Butch chuckled and crawled into position above her. "You might say no right now, bitch. But in a few minutes, you beg me to get back in your pussy." His cock was rock hard and erect, pointing straight down at her warm, inviting pussy. He lowered himself with a flexing motion, showing off his muscles as much as he could as he slid into the succubus.

"Oh fuck, you're wet!", he marveled. He turned his head over in my direction and said, "See, now I know you can't fuck her worth a shit. I've never had a girl this hot for me." He thrust inside her, and Argyle's lips parted slightly. She let out a little moan of pleasure, and Butch stepped up the pace a little. He was pumping in and out of her, his member vanishing completely inside of her demonic twat. Argyle shut her eyes firmly, hoping that the hell fire beginning to glow in her irises would go unnoticed. Butch wrapped his arms around her, thrusting firmly inside of her and bottoming out at the end of her vagina. "Oh fuck", he said, "I'm gonna cum so hard!"

Naturally, Argyle's vaginal length adjusts to the man fucking her. Usually it gives the guy a feeling of accomplishment that his dick is completely filling her. Of course, every man from 1" to 12" has the same experience with Argyle... but they're never around to compare notes afterwards.

One of his buddies grimaced. "Don't cum too much, Butch. I don't like extra-sloppy seconds."

Butch glared back at him. "The minute your cock's inside this bitch, Dan, you won't give a damn if I poured a gallon into her. The only thing on your mind will be what a great fuckshe is." He kept going, thrusting faster and faster as Argyle drew him closer to his inevitable climax.

Butch looked over at me as he panted and gasped, finally grunting as he convulsed and unloaded his sperm into the succubus. Argyle's perfect cunt milked every last drop of sperm from his body as he bottomed out, grunting and gasping as he emptied himself into her. He let out an ascending shriek of pleasure as he finished, the climax dragged out longer than he'd ever had in his life. They were both beaded with sweat, and he rolled off her and reached for a towel. "Damn!", was the only word Butch could think of as he staggered over to the other bed and took a seat. "Damn", he repeated.

His friend Dan, already hard from stroking himself as he watched Butch fuck Argyle, wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and resuming Butch's position between her legs. He started thrusting, and I could tell he wouldn't last long.

Butch caught his breath and turned to me. "She's the best lay I've ever had", he stated. "I think we're gonna have keep her now. That means I'll have to off you, probably some time tonight. I'm telling you now so you've got time to get used to the idea. Don't give me too much hassle about it when the time comes, ok?"

Mouse paled as he heard this, but didn't say anything. It was obvious that he feared Butch more than the law at this point.

A shout came from the other side of the room as Dan came in Argyle, refilling her vagina with his own sperm. Butch handed him a towel as he rolled off, leaving room for the next football player to straddle her. "Oh fuck", said Dan as he took a seat next to Butch, "She really was as good as you said she is."

Argyle could've said something, if she hadn't been using her voice to shriek in ecstasy. I didn't blame her for enjoying this feeding to its fullest. This is the most action she'd seen at one time in years. The best I've fed her so far this century was a set of three rich brothers in Brazil who thought tourism meant a free pass to molest the locals.

Turning my attention back to Argyle's, I noticed that every hair on her body was standing at attention as she drew Power from the sex acts, and her tits were covered in goosebumps. Her vagina was dripping fluids, both from her and her lovers, and the man plowing her at that moment didn't notice as she used a tiny bit of power to char the ropes holding her to the bed.

I watched with interest as she slipped her hands free of the burnt rope and wrapped her arms around the guy she was presently fucking. Next, she curled her legs behind him and pulled, driving him deeper inside her. It was apparent that he wouldn't be able to pull out if he wanted to, but looking at his face it was also apparent that he wouldn't want to either. He was completely absorbed in the moment as he strove within her, his cock seeking ever-deeper penetration into her perfect vagina. His breath changed into ragged gasps, rising in intensity until they stopped for a moment before he let out a stifled grunt as he began to ejaculate. He kept thrusting, slowly, filling her pussy to the best of his ability. The caveman in the back of his head was screaming at him to get her pregnant, and he was listening as well as he could. He gasped as he finished, slumping forward onto her in exhaustion.

The last guy didn't even wait for him to leave; he just pushed him off of the bed and let him flop onto the floor, spent. He gave Argyle a lusty appraisal as she squirmed before him, just waiting to be entered. So, he made her dreams come true.

Argyle gasped in pleasure as his cock parted her vulva. There was no resistance at all, pre-slicked as her pussy was with the cum of the three men before him. Argyle began moaning and gasping almost immediately, clearly enjoying this encounter even more than her suitor. She thrust with him, and with each returning thrust there was a suction that seemed to want to draw him in, deeper and farther. He knew that the moment he blew his load, it would be yanked out of him, blasting like a bullet to its intended target deep within her pussy. He smirked at the thought, comparing it to a touchdown pass in football even as beads of sweat began to form across his brow.

Across the room, Butch called out, "Hey, finish up over there! I'm about ready to fuck her again."

His buddy ignored him and kept going at the same speed. She had him at a 45 degree angle, propped up and thrusting deep inside of her as her perfectly rounded tits, tipped with dark brown nipples, bounced in unison. Her tits were the height of perfection, and almost made me want to start stroking my own cock.

I didn't, for two reasons: for one, I was still tied to the chair. Secondly, that's exactly what Argyle wanted me to do. She spent centuries trying to break just one tiny little crack in my mental armor so that she could worm her roots of lust into me, and ultimately consume my soul. Our relationship was symbiotic, but any moment of weakness would let it turn predatory as Argyle devoured my soul. I shuddered as I contemplated that fate, and the fires of lust which had begun to smolder within me, died out.

Argyle shrieked as she reached her climax, and then the power of her orgasm drove her lover to climax as well. Hetried to pull out to spray his cum on her tits, but the first shot of his semen went inside her, and that was all she needed. His cum erupted onto her like a squirt gun, shooting liberally all over her belly and tits. He was still spurting when he directed it lower, bathing her vulva in spunk. Argyle licked her lips for a moment and said, "Oh, lover, that was just perfect."

Butch pushed his buddy away and said, "You ain't seen nothing 'till you've seen round two, bitch." He had a shit-eating grin on his face, which rapidly shifted to bewilderment.

"What's with your eyes, baby?", he asked.

Argyle's irises had been glowing a dull purple, but now that she'd fucked all of the guys, both of her eyes were glowing bright purple. She smiled back at Butch as he continued staring back at her, but didn't say a word. Instead, she idly rubbed at her tits with her fingers, massaging the last guy's cum into her skin as her eyes continued to glow. When she opened her mouth to speak, her mouth glowed as well.

"A little glow is nothing that a big, strong man like you should worry about. You really should be far more concerned about your cock than my eyes."

Butch raised an eyebrow and looked down at his cock for a second as it sprang to life. Just before he could ask what was going on, it suddenly went from stiff to painfully stiff. And it wasn't just Butch; all four of the men who'd fucked the succubus were now sporting rock-hard, throbbing, agonizingly hard erections. "What the fuck?", demanded Butch.

Argyle gave a simpering smile and twiddled her finger, and each man stood as if they were at attention, and walked to the foot of the bed as if they were puppets on strings. From the neck down, they moved in unison like robots, but from the neck up they were fully aware and completely freaking the fuck out. "What's happening? Why can't I control my body?", Dan demanded. Their bodies were standing in a line at the bottom of the bed, but their necks were frantically seeking back and forth as they tried to figure out what was going on.

Argyle's smile was predatory, and suddenly seemed to go higher and higher than a human jaw structure should've allowed. Cracks began to appear all over her body as her smooth, feminine skin first charred, and then burst into open flame. Purple fire erupted from the newly formed cracks in her skin, blazing outwards and consuming what was left of hr flesh as if it were burning plastic.

"What the fuck is this?", shrieked one of the guys, but they were all long past redemption.

All that was left of her old skin now was white ash, which she brushed off of her body. Her real skin, now visible, was a bright, intense red. She could've passed for an intensely attractive woman in brilliant red body paint (and actually did so for Halloween once in a while).

Argyle was now sitting on the bed, wearing the female version of her true form. Her natural body temperature was already beginning to char the sheets she was lying on. Her eyes continued to glow a bright violet, and her exquisitely-formed mouth was filled with a shark-like array of needle-thin teeth. She was the center of the mens' attention now; they stared at her like mice looking at a snake.

"Didn't your mothers tell you not to fuck strange women? Especially not to rape them?", she inquired coquettishly. "You boys have been so very, very bad. I might even say you've been deliciously so."

The men started shouting things at her or each other, all at once. Their bodies remained rigid, frozen in place as their heads argued and yelled, pleaded and tried to bargain.

Argyle just put her finger to her lips, and all their voices hushed immediately. They were still trying to talk, their mouths moving furiously, but no sounds came out. Their cocks were now a deep purple, engorged with blood and straining for release. Argyle blew a kiss to all of them, and opened her mouth wide in a reptilian kind of grin.

Simultaneously, all four of their cocks erupted in ejaculation, shooting sticky white cum onto her chest. Each one pumped sperm as if his cock were a fire hose, dumping all the contents of their prostate and then still pulsing, trying to continue ejaculating when there was nothing to go.

Moments later, each man's face twisted in a silent scream of agony as their cocks continued to pump dry, producing nothing at first, and then beginning to pump out blood. Their cocks pulsed and throbbed, pumping blood and tiny chunks of flesh out of the tips and spraying the gore into Argyle's gaping maw. She lolled her tongue, bathing in their life blood as it pumped out in a violent torrent.

I watched as their bodies first paled, then started to crinkle in different places like soda cans. Argyle's magic kept them standing, still pumping pieces of themselves through their cocks until long after they should've been dead. Their eyes shriveled like raisins, then rolled back into their sockets. Their skin dried out and turned into leather, then split and exposed shiny bone. And yet they still screamed silently, still thrashed their necks back and forth even as they became nothing but leather-wrapped bones, still begging and praying for an end to the pain.