The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 20

Shelly couldn't help but shiver at the sound of cold malice in the other's voice. Here was a being that sought her and her families' entire demise, and because Shelly was foolish enough to Leave Angela's volcano on her own, she might end up being the instrument of their fall.

"Still nothing to say? I think I can change that." Aeacus strode back through the path of lights to the entrance of the cavernous room. "Come my pet. I think we'll play in my chambers. I do so enjoy breaking in new toys."

For a brief moment, Shelly entertained the idea of changing forms and running away. Sanity set in before she had the opportunity. She would never escape. Not in this underground warren of tunnels, and from all of the Myrmidons between her and the exit. She was truly caught, with no chance of escape. Jessica and Becky weren't here to help her this time. She was alone, with no chance of escape or rescue. No one could make it in here, against all those Myrmidon's, even if they somehow managed to find where she was taken.

The walk to the queen's chambers was a short one. Shelly didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't an opulent bed, with draperies hanging around it, suspended from the ceiling. A lush brown couch adorned one wall with two plush matching chairs sitting opposite it. A mirror took up all of another wall, making the chamber seem twice as large as it was. She was able to see the bald queen, holding her Murasame form in hand, gray blade and pear tipped hilt held almost lovingly. It made her sick.

"You've met and killed some of my children, but you don't know them all," Aeacus chuckled. "All my children can spit fire, but only the warriors and gatherers venture outside. My children have many talents, depending on who their father is. For instance..." She trailed off as she laid Shelly on a bare patch of floor.

Shelly felt fear course through her as she wondered where Aeacus was going with her speech. She didn't have to wait long, as tiny green ants appeared, and started to swarm over her. She wasn't too worried about them, though. None of them could bite her in this form. They couldn't actually hurt her, unless they managed to melt her down, which was unlikely, given that these ants weren't forming into a full-fledged Myrmidon.

Of course, the last thing she expected was for the ants to start vomiting across her dull blade. A split second later, she understood.

"Yes, my little ones," Aeacus crowed. "Let her feel the sting of your acid. Let it eat away at her until she screams in agony. She didn't want to speak to me before, so we'll make her sing for me now."

Shelly tried her best to remain silent, but pain wracked every bit of her. She could feel herself dissolving under their bile. The acid didn't cover her completely, but rather here and there. That almost made it worse. One spot would stop burning as the acid finished dissolving, only for the ant to choose a different one, and the pain would start anew.

The first sound to escape her was a whimper that she clamped down on as soon as she heard it. Aeacus's grin broadened at that sign of weakness, but the attack didn't intensify. If anything, it remained steady, always hurting, always burning, but in random spots. She would have writhed if she were capable of it, but her form was entirely rigid. One ant found a particularly sensitive spot between her hilt and her blade, and she screamed in torment. If she were in her natural form, it would have been right on her clit.

"Would you like it to stop?" Aeacus purred to her. "I can make it stop. I can even make you feel all better. You just have to do one thing."

"I won't... do... any—oh sh—anything for... ah... you," Shelly struggled to get out.

"Oh, I think this won't bother you too much," the queen's voice remained soft and seductive. "All I ask is that you change to your natural state. Do that, and I will have them stop."

It sounded so simple, but Shelly knew the queen had something else in mind. She didn't know what, but she knew it wasn't for her own good.

"N-never," Shelly gasped as another sensitive spot was found, this one corresponding to her right nipple. Another scream was ripped from her, causing her surface to vibrate, and therefore startling the ants attacking her and making them vomit even more acid across her surface.

It hurt. She hurt. Everything hurt. The entire world was nothing but pain and torment, until she passed out.

She didn't know how long she was out, but she no longer felt herself dissolving in caustic fluids when she woke. She hadn't met Shemhazau, so she must not have been near death. Opening her eyes... She had eyes! She must have reverted back to her natural state when she lost consciousness. A strong, musky scent filled her nose, neither terrible, nor pleasant.

"There, there," Aeacus's voice reached her. She tried to scramble away, but found her arms and legs were bound to the bed. A gag was tied tight enough that it cut into her cheeks and ran between her teeth. To make it all worse, she was completely nude. "I'm glad to see you awake. I was surprised at how long you held out. A lesser woman would have capitulated within seconds, but you lasted almost five minutes. I'm impressed, and I don't impress easy."

"Mmfh mm mffh hmfn nmfh," she tried to ask what the queen was going to do to her, but couldn't get it out around the gag. She sounded more like the Swedish Chef, than anything else.

"Hush now, my pet," Aeacus purred. Shelly got the distinct impression that this woman was mad. One moment she gleefully tortured Shelly, the next she acted like a concerned mother. Her voice was calm and soothing, though there was a glint behind her dark eyes. "There is no reason for you to speak. Speech is wasted on the youth. They have nothing intelligent to say, anyway. Don't you worry, though. I won't kill you. Not yet. Not when I can have some fun with you first."

Shelly's eyes opened wider in fear. She didn't want to feel the ant's acid on her bare skin. She didn't want to suffer that kind of agony again. She'd rather die, than go through that all over again. She wondered why she didn't hurt now. She should still feel pain from where she'd dissolved, or from having been thrown against that wall so many times, but other than being tied up and gagged, she felt fine.

"You see, my little spies have told me so much about your family," the queen went on, oblivious to Shelly's fear. "I know about all of your siblings. I know about all of your mothers... A strange concept that... having more than one mother. I am the only mother my trillions and trillions of children will ever need, or know. But you see, the one thing my spies couldn't tell me of was your appearances. Oh, they described you, but they have no concept of aesthetics."

Shelly didn't know where the queen was going with her ramblings, but she didn't really care either, as long as it postponed the torture. She struggled against her bonds, already knowing it was futile, but not willing to give up just yet.

"They told me of your brown hair and gray eyes, but said nothing of your beauty. They told me you were skinny, but not like a toothpick. They didn't mention how smooth your stomach was, or how your breasts were just the right size, neither too large, nor too small. They described you, but they couldn't portray the essence of you." The queen trailed the back of her fingers along Shelly's side, and she shuddered as it tickled a little bit. Aeacus didn't have talons, or claws, but she did have long fingernails, about three inches long. That hand slid across her stomach to the other side, and Shelly watched in horror, wondering what kind of torture the queen had in mind next. She couldn't take her eyes off that multicolored hand as it moved with deliberate slowness. She was certain it was going to stop at any moment and pinch, or twist her flesh. She wanted to be prepared.

But the hand merely tickled across her abdomen, randomly changing directions. Aeacus's fingernails traveled along both sides, and from just below her navel to the underside of her breasts. The touch remained light, gentle, and never fast. If it weren't for the fact that it was coming from a woman that Shelly knew wanted her dead, it would have felt nice.

"Such a beautiful body," Aeacus murmured after a few moments of silence. "Not quite as nice as TanaVesta's was, but still quite delectable. I wonder how it tastes?"

She moved fast then, as she leaned forward and took Shelly's left nipple in her mouth. Shelly felt teeth lightly graze the sensitive nub, and she cried out in fear, more than pain. She knew that at any second Aeacus would bite down. The queen was just tormenting her, delaying the inevitable. Even as a tongue swept across the areola, even as she felt her breast get sucked and played with, she knew she was going to be feeling pain at any moment.

She was shocked when she felt the hand that had been caressing her abdomen drop to her kitten, and rub against her clit. Her body arched in surprise, the action causing confusion, rather than pleasure. Shelly waited for that long fingernail to slip inside her, and start cutting up her insides. Even as the queen's fingertip pressed against her hooded clitoris, she could feel that fingernail spanning the channel of her slit and tickling the spot just below her entrance. She tried hard to ignore the pleasant sensations come from her breast and crotch as she steeled herself for what must surely come next.

The Myrmidon ruler sucked hard one last time, and released her breast with a loud pop. She then surprised Shelly by leaning over her and attacking the other breast, not with pain or torture, but with kisses, licks, and gentle nibbling.

Shelly was growing confused. While she didn't mind postponing the future she knew was coming, and while what was being done to her felt good, she was not interested in the queen in a sexual manor. She feared her. She didn't want to be here, having this done to her against her will. Feeling good or not, she was being molested by a woman that she was now certain was utterly insane.

And Shelly was completely at her mercy.

Aeacus moved to put her body over Shelly's, without releasing the nipple. She changed the rhythm, speed, and pressure against Shelly's twat, bombarding the tied up woman with sensations she didn't want to feel. She cursed her body for betraying her. She could feel herself growing wet between the thighs, though she wished to be anywhere other than here right then.

After a few more seconds of Aeacus's ministrations, the woman backed away from Shelly, kneeling between her splayed legs, and looked at her critically. Aeacus's long penis poked up, hard and throbbing, precum making the bulbous head shiny. "Did my children fail to heal you properly? I would expect you to enjoy this more. You're wet, but I'm sure you could grow wetter. I know my skill is good..." She trailed her long fingernails up and down the insides of Shelly's thighs with a thoughtful smile. "Perhaps you don't like being tied up? Unfortunately, I know you'll run as soon as I let you go, and there is so much fun we can have together first..."

Shelly tried to talk again, to lie and say she wouldn't run, but the gag still made her unintelligible.

"I didn't wish to do things this way, but I will have you, and have you willingly." Aeacus giggled like a little girl, reinforcing the impression of her madness. "Even if I have to force you into being willing."

Shelly caught the scent of something foreign, and couldn't identify it. The musky smell increased. Something tickled her left arm, and she turned to see a pink ant. Not light red, but bright pink. It crawled from her elbow to her armpit. Another one soon followed. She felt more coming up her legs and across her abdomen.

She tried to shake them off. Writhed to dislodge them, but they clung to her bare flesh. She didn't know what fresh pain these new ants would cause, but she was terrified of them. Her only solace was that they weren't green, so hopefully didn't have the acid vomit. It tickled as they crawled along her armpit, up her inner thighs, across her neck, stomach, and even in her hair. It didn't take long until she was swarming with tiny pink ants.

The scent in the air changed the tiniest bit, though Shelly couldn't say exactly how. That was when they started to bite her. Each tiny ant, and there had to be hundreds if not thousands all smaller than a single centimeter, used its mandibles to break her skin. They couldn't bite deep, but it was enough to hurt because of their numbers. No two ants were farther than a couple centimeters apart, and the only parts of her free of them were where her back made contact with the plush bed. While it hurt, it in no way compared to the pain of when she was in her Murasame form and being dissolved in acid.

It didn't take her long until she started to feel the venom of their bites. Her heartrate sped up. Her skin grew flushed from more than all the miniscule bites. The room grew brighter. She became acutely aware of how soft and smooth the coverlet beneath her was. She imagined she could feel each ant as they crawled their teeny little legs across her flesh. They travelled in unity and with a purpose, making her flesh tingle with the movement as they left their prey.

She felt good, and she knew that was bad.

The smell of the room became more pungent, and she found herself breathing it in deeply. She couldn't get enough of it. Every breath she took made her want more. Her mouth started to water, soaking the gag.

She felt the bed shift, causing new waves of bliss to course through sensitized skin. The ant's venom had poisoned her, and she knew it, but was powerless to fight against it. It finally dawned on her drugged mind to shift forms into something that could slip her bonds, but grew distracted when the touch of the queen's nails trailed once again up her side. She found herself moving to press against that hand, to feel the touch more.

Tears slipped from her eyes, unbidden and undeniable. She was losing the battle between her mind and her body. She wanted to be touched. She wanted to feel good. She wanted whatever it was that smelled so divine.

A small corner of her mind remained lucid and untouched by the insidious poison coursing just under her skin. It understood what was happening, but was unable to fight it. Even as the hermaphrodite queen knelt next to Shelly's head, her large prick only inches away, that portion of her brain that screamed to fight, to find some way to escape, was all but ignored.

She identified the source of the strong odor that made her drool soak the gag. It was coming from that cock. The question of what it would taste like crossed her mind, and she couldn't push it out.

The queen smiled at her. Had Shelly really thought she wasn't attractive at all? Her bald head and mottled skin made her look exotic, not scary or frightening. Aeacus ran her fingers through Shelly's hair, bringing forth an involuntary moan. She felt something loosen, and then the wet gag was pulled away from her mouth. Shelly reveled in the way her jaw was able to move freely again.

"There you go," Aeacus said. "Doesn't that feel so much better?"

Shelly wanted to tell the queen to go away and leave her alone, but when she drew in breath to speak, she actually tasted the scent in the air. It was indescribable. It went well beyond taste, as it filled her with joy, while also making her long for more. Warmth suffused her, and her senses went into overload.

"Here you go," Aeacus said as she offered the tip of her penis to Shelly. "I think this is what you want."

The last shred of her sanity rallied itself, forcing her head to turn away. Her stomach churned even while her burgeoning desire begged her to turn back and accept the queen's gift.

"Your willpower is impressive, indeed," Aeacus crooned. She wasn't angry at all, and Shelly cursed herself for her relief in that fact.

The penis tapped the side of her head, right behind the ear. The scent was overwhelming. She could feel some of the slick precum coating the spot where she'd been touched. The spot tingled and felt warm. Her mouth watered as she wondered again at what it would taste like. Would it warm her tongue, and fill her mouth with the sweet feeling that was spreading along her ear now? And what would it feel like, plunging into her pussy?

She started to shake as she felt her mind slipping. Her nipples grew hard with the desire to be sucked and licked again. Her cunt leaked her fluids in preparation for what she couldn't deny she wanted... what she needed. She fought for as long as she could, her body crying for the release and pleasure she would get, while her mind tried to warn her of the dangers.

What dangers? she mentally asked herself. She was finding it harder and harder to think clearly. Especially as that long rod slid slowly across her cheek, leaving a slimy, but wonderful trail in its wake. She just wants to have sex. It's better than torture, and will be fun. If she's like most men, she'll be done in five minutes. What danger is there?

She held out for another two and a half seconds. When she received no answer to her internal questions, and just as the head reached the corner of her mouth, she capitulated.

With a hungry growl, she turned her head and sucked in the delectable offering. It tasted even better than she'd hoped, and her whole body lit up with fire and desire for this being. This wonderful woman. Her new queen and ruler.

Without a shred of doubt remaining and abandoning all dignity, Shelly used her tongue to lick across the tip, savoring the sweet liquid that flowed from it. The queen moaned in appreciation for her devotion, and a new warmth filled Shelly. This one was tied to knowing that she'd pleased her new ruler. She would do anything for her queen. All Aeacus had to do was ask.

"That's right, my pet," Aeacus purred. "Drink it up. Please me, and I will show you the highest points of pleasure. Please me well enough, and I'll show you to your father. I'll introduce my new slut to him, and show him your devotion to me. Displease me... And I'll chop you to bits before him, and laugh as you beg me to cut off more."

Shelly shuddered as her words sunk into her lust filled brain. She never liked the term of slut before, but if it pleased her queen, should would revel in the term. She knew that she wanted to please Aeacus, because if she were chopped to bits, she wouldn't be able to suck on this wonderful meat-stick again.

She employed every skill she knew to please her new master. At least, every skill she had while trussed up and tied to the bed.

She released the head and licked along the bottom, until she reached the scrotum and pussy. The inner and outer labia sat in the middle of the ball sack, between the balls. Shelly realized that the penis was actually a really, really, long clitoris. Aeacus's vagina was seeping copious fluids, and Shelly couldn't stop herself from lapping at them. They tasted almost the same as those coming from the prick, only a little less sweet, and a bit tarter. She wished she could use her hands as she sucked the inner labia. She could use her fingers to explore that wonderful hole, while her other hand gripped that powerful cock.

She strained against her restraints. Groaning as she wanted nothing more than to please, but unable to do what she wanted in her current state.

For now she had to be content with her mouth. Her body wanted to be touched, to be sucked, and to be pleased, but those needs were secondary to those of her queen's.

She found herself moaning as she licked her way back up along the shaft, and swallowed the bulbous bead between her lips again. Her head was limited in how much she could move, but she did her best to swallow as much as she could. The angle was wrong to get it down her throat, so she sucked, and bobbed, employing her teeth only the slightest bit with all the enthusiasm in her soul.