Vindicta Ch. 03 - The Assistant

Author's foreword:

I wrote the first part of "Revenge" in January 2023 as my first story ever. Since then, I've delved into other genres, other types of stories, but "Revenge" was the first and I continued writing further episodes.

To provide a clear difference between the old and the new stories, the new version is called "Vindicta", adopting the Latin word for "Revenge". After catching up with the already released "Revenge" parts one to three, I'll continue to rework the others in part never released ones.

@Djmac1031: My deepest thanks for the helpful suggestions and the time you took to edit the reworked stories. Check out Djmac1031's work on Lit, if you like mine, you'll love his!

~~~~~ One ~~~~~

Samira's Betrayal

May 2023 / Hell - outside this plane of existence

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"Damn! This sneaky little weasel!" Drenvynia cursed.

She had just learned that Samira had gotten a job she had wanted. A merchant in Ancient Greece had fallen for the wrong kind of hobby. Samira had tricked Satan into giving her the job by lying about Drenvynia still being occupied with another job.

Satan had been raging when he learned of her betrayal. He wanted to kill and send her to eternal damnation as punishment.

"May I suggest something more... fun?" Drenvynia asked.

Satan made an angry go-ahead gesture.

"If you simply kill her, this would be an example for others. But if you punish her, this could be an even stronger message."

"What do you have in mind?"

--

A few days later, Samira was back to report at Satan's hall. She had just concluded her briefing on the results.

Drenvynia entered the hall. "Hey Samira, nice to meet you."

Samira turned her head. "Nice to meet you, too, Vin." Then she looked back at Satan.

Drenvynia walked through the room. When she was close to Samira, she touched the Succubus with something metallic she'd hidden in her hand. Samira's world went black, and she dropped, as if struck by lightning.

When she woke up again, she needed several minutes to regain her focus. She was naked; lying on the cold stone floor. Her hands had been shackled above her head; her legs were spread wide and also shackled. A large ball gag prevented her from speaking.

"Samira, Samira, you've been a naughty girl," Drenvynia said. "You took advantage of me - that's not nice. But you betrayed our Master. That, on the other hand, is stupid."

"However, I saved you from eternal damnation by suggesting this punishment. I trust you'll be deeply grateful."

They had put up a wooden tripod over her, and hung a pot in its center. Drenvynia pulled a tiny plug from its bottom. Samira flinched when a drop of sticky liquid dripped directly on her exposed pussy.

"Don't worry, that's honey. Then again, what you should worry about are those fire ants over there..."

Samira's expression changed from irritation to panic.

"These are nasty little buggers," Drenvynia continued. "They're called fire ants because their stings burn like fire. And they're flesh-eating. Luckily enough, you've got your healing powers, so they can't eat their way into you. They can just bite chunks off that will be regenerated in seconds. Depending on how long Satan's rage lasts, it might take a while until he sets you free."

She turned around to walk away. Samira tried to scream, but the ball gag didn't let her. She tore at the shackles to no avail.

Drenvynia turned back again. "One last suggestion: I know we are aroused by pain, even our own. You should suppress this notion. Your honey is attracting the ants even more than the drops from above. You don't want to have these things crawling, stinging and biting inside your pussy."

"Perhaps we should create a diversion," Drenvynia suggested. She walked back, put her finger into the honeypot and squatted down next to Samira. She smeared some honey between her butt cheeks and pushed her finger far up her ass, leaving a trail of honey when she retracted it. Samira's eyes went wide in terror.

Drenvynia bowed before Satan and left.

--

A week later, Drenvynia was sitting in her chamber preparing for her next assignment. Outside, she could hear whimpering and sobbing. She looked through the door. Two minions were supporting Samira by her shoulders, limping to the Succubus' chamber. She was a mess of tears and could barely walk.

~~~~~ Two ~~~~~

The Assistant

Late May 2023 / Eugene, Oregon, an abandoned factory cellar

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I finished my spell with "Tenebris, Drenvynia," and like before, her beautiful body materialized on the floor in front of me.

Drenvynia, the succubus who killed my parents, the winged terror of hell, and the most beautiful of the succubi had been transported to me once again.

This time she was flabbergasted. Instead of instantly trying to attack me, she saw the other succubus lying next to her. "What are YOU doing here?"

I too couldn't answer that question, and the situation caused a serious problem; I didn't have enough cuffs at the ready for both of them. I would have to improvise.

"Ladies, let me help you," I interrupted, "You've been transported from hell to the mortal plane for my entertainment. Your powers are not available to you, as long as you remain here, and you will not remember anything when you return. So you should simply succumb to your fate and accept that you'll be doing what I tell you for the next hours."

Drenvynia wasn't one to be toyed around lightly - at least not, at her full power. In this situation, she did the same thing, she tried multiple times before. She attacked me and, like before, fell on her face.

"As your friend here seems to be a bit more reasonable - or perhaps less stupid - than you, she'll be my assistant," I proclaimed.

"Assistant, please help her to her wrist and ankle cuffs and remove the few pieces of clothing she's wearing. Then, do the same for yourself. You'll find additional cuffs in the box over there when you're finished with her."

She looked at me blankly, then threw a devastating look at Drenvynia and nodded. She locked her down and walked over to me.

"I don't know what game you're playing - but I'll tag along - under one non-negotiable condition," she said.

"Which would that be?" I asked.

"She has to suffer. Severely."

"Deal!" I replied.

--

The other succubus was nearly as beautiful as Drenvynia. Both together, they were simply eye candy.

"You both know the term 69. So please get into this position, my assistant below." I told them.

I connected the wrist straps of one woman with the ankle straps of the other and vice versa. This would keep them in position as long as I wanted. "Now use your tongue and make each other come."

Surprisingly, they started without hesitation. On the other hand, they were succubi, after all. Sex and lust were practically built into their genetic markup.

I watched the show for a while, noticing a little bit less effort on Drenvynia's side, so I got to the end where my assistant had her head below the pussy of Drenvynia. I tried to hide my arousal from them, but the assistant's grin showed that I had failed.

Pulling a long belt around both of them, I placed it at the middle and used it to pin their bellies tightly together.

Another rope was placed below the assistant's neck, taking the ends of the rope up along Drenvynia's pussy and between her butt-cheeks. On her lower back, I pulled them to each side, spreading the cheeks open wide and pulling the head of the lower succubus up in direct contact with Drenvynia's pussy. Then I knotted the ends to the belt.

This took care of cheating with the oral, and in the process did an impressive job of spreading her butt wide open, exposing the anus.

I did the same procedure on the other side, there - of course - upside down. In the end, both succubi were safely tied together, licking each other to ecstasy.

Seeing them do so nicely, cumming time after time and just continuing, got me on as well.

I dropped my trousers and my clothes and kneeled behind Drenvynia. I saw my assistant between her legs, licking in a frenzy and grinning at me as she understood what I was about to do.

Taking my hard cock in my hand, I directed it to her exposed anus, and placed the tip there for better aim.

Her squealing told me I hit the right spot when I shoved my member up her ass in a fluent move. She cramped and tried to wriggle away, but couldn't move an inch in her bound position, with the other succubus hanging on her. So she could only accept the cock going deeper and deeper.

She was tight. So incredibly tight. I couldn't help but shove it in and pull it out again and again, ignoring roughing up my member as well as her ass.

After quite a while, I was close to coming for the second time - meanwhile, her ass and my dick had had the benefit of the first cum's lubing.

I got up, removed the rope that fixed Drenvynia's head to the pussy of my assistant, and used the same rope from the front around her throat to her neck, then to her back, and between her cheeks around both legs. There, I pulled just enough to strangle her a bit and prevent her from lowering her head, which was fixed high up by the gagging rope. I secured it with a knot.

Opening the assistant's right wrist wrap and giving her a huge ribbed dildo, I grinned at the lower succubus. She immediately understood and placed it at the other's backdoor, while continuing to lick her pussy. Drenvynia's cursing showed that the new toy was quite unpleasant.

Then I got a ring gag and applied it to Drenvynia's mouth.

"Here we go. Right from your darkest hole - hope you've been clean." I presented my cock and shoved it through the ring gag down her throat. She tried to push me out, but in her current position, she would have strangled herself before getting the cock out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, the assistant had been able to push the guileful dildo completely into our victim's ass and started to move it in and out by at least 10 inches a blow. Her face was a picture of malice; she seemed to enjoy her job immensely.

I throat-fucked Drenvynia and after a few minutes, came in a long continuous stream so deep in her, that there was only one way for it to go.

All of a sudden, I felt a bit dizzy. My head spun, and I needed a few seconds to focus again. I felt strange and didn't know why.

Hiding my uneasiness about the strange moment, I got up and walked around the pair. Shaking my head in wonder, I had to claw the huge dildo from the assistant's hands and pull it out of Drenvynia's ass to stop the vicious pounding: Her anus was completely raw, her sphincter a glowing red ring.

I unlocked both of them and told my assistant to put Drenvynia on the examination table. She was to use the wrist- and ankle straps to put her in place.

"Now take the small ropes with the clamps and spread both sides of her labia, exposing the clit. I like to see what's happening," I ordered.

"She's starting to talk again. I'll give her the ball gag," I said, swapping the ring gag for the one with a big red ball.

"Assistant, did you know that Drenvynia is a real pain slut?" I asked her, "I must know, I saw it for myself. Please take the whip from over there and see if you can whip her clit into cumming.

"But she'll kill me!" the assistant complained.

"No! I told you. None of you will remember anything once you return."

This produced a wide grin on her face.

"Damn," I thought, "it seems Drenvynia hasn't been a very good friend after all..."

The first blow sounded like a gunshot. Tears were flowing down the marked woman's face; her eyes open wide in terror. There was a bright red line from her thigh over her pussy to her stomach.

"Easy!" I exclaimed, earning a thankful look from our victim. "If you go so hard, you won't hit the sweet spot. See: you missed the clit by quite a lot."

Drenvynia exhaled. But her head flipped back to me with a murderous glare when I continued. "Now, take good aim and use a few light blows to get it true. Then you can use full power as often as you like!"

"You see, demons like you are virtually indestructible. The mark from your first blow is already fading. No need to hurry, she'll heal in minutes. Now, take your time," I instructed.

The assistant did as told. She was an excellent shot with the whip. After a few blows, she hit the clit with each one following up. The victim's face was a mess from crying, but her pussy was oozing cum, proving my theory about the pain slut once again.

I looked at Drenvynia and said, "I think you had enough for today, your pussy is all swollen and your clit has the color of a ripe strawberry, complementing your raw asshole perfectly."

"Assistant, please relieve her pain a bit. Take the white ointment over there and apply it to her tormented clit and her anus."

She walked over, looking irritated at me. Looking at the bottle, she put some ointment on her hand. When she came back, her evil grin was restored.

"There," she said, "this will ease your pain, Mistress," She was applying a large portion of the ointment directly to her clit and her sphincter simultaneously, rubbing it in without delay.

Seconds later, Drenvynia started to rip at her restraints. She nearly bit the ball gag in half, screaming like crazy.

"At least we know now that the essence of ginger is nothing you want to bring near a whipped clit or a raw asshole," I said to my assistant. "Do you mind telling me your name?"

"I'm Samira. And it's been a pleasure working with you."

I nodded. "Likewise. It's a pity, you won't remember anything when you return. I've been thinking very long about what might have happened. Why have you both been transported here, but I can't think of a reason."

"It's a hazy - the minutes before we got here, but I think we were fighting," Samira offered.

"That could be the solution. You were in direct contact when I called her!"

"So... would you be able to call me again? Alone, I mean." She looked down shyly.

"No. I need a beacon you have to carry with you."

"So give me one!"

"That's not so easy: you won't remember what it's for, so you'd perhaps just throw it away. Unless...". I turned away, walking around the room, trying to find a solution.

"Unless?"

"Well... Unless we find something that you like and thus don't just throw away."

"I've been thinking about a clit piercing for quite a while!"

It took only seconds from the words reaching my ears to my dick reacting to them...

"Looks like you agree," she mused.

"Eh. Yes... Well... That would be possible. But I must prepare it. I don't have fitting magic clit piercings lying around here. Nevertheless: I've got a flat little metal plate I made as an alternative beacon to be slipped into bags and such. What do you think about a leather choker? Would you like that?" I presented her with a choker I had collected from my box of toys.

"Sure, it looks beautiful enough. I don't think I'd throw it away."

I got to my workbench and attached the metal beacon to the inner side of the choker, covering it with fabric, then sewing it down. When I had finished, I gave it to her, and she applied the choker to her neck.

"Nice! I like it."

She looked at me for a few seconds, then she said, "...and I like you."

I blushed profoundly and managed a smile.

"I should get you back, before somebody misses you..."

"Don't forget to call me again," she said, disappearing into thin air together with Drenvyina.

I sat down and closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead.

"What has just happened? Has Samira tried to flirt with me?" I thought.

"Of course she has. She is a Succubus - it's her job!"

"I had the feeling that there was more to it. But I have to be very cautious - I'm sure my father had similar thoughts towards Drenvynia - and it has cost him his life."

~~~~~ Three ~~~~~

Confusion

Late May 2023 / Hell - outside this plane of existence

~~~~~

Samira sat in her chamber. Earlier, she had woken up at the side of Drenvynia, lying on the floor - obviously they'd been fighting. Strangely enough, it seemed as if they had both been knocked out.

The other Succubus had arranged for Satan to torture her ghastly, and she would find a way to pay her back. This should be her priority. But somehow it didn't feel that way. She had the distinct feeling that they were even. On the other hand, she had a strange feeling. She felt... her face contorted in disgust - she felt... happy. The butterflies-in-the-stomach-kind of happy.

She shook her head. Succubi weren't supposed to feel happy. At least not that kind of happy. Proud-happy for a job done well, Horny-happy before or after a good fuck, all fine - but not butterfly-happy.

Noticing the choker, she touched it. The feeling increased when she brushed along the smooth leather. She didn't know where that thing came from, but she liked the feeling it caused. She would keep it.

~~~~~ Four ~~~~~

Senator Claudius Octavius

27bc / Rome

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Claudius was in the best of moods. He had just closed a very profitable deal with Vincencius, the owner of a gladiator school. They had agreed that from now on, they would buy their slaves together. Vincencius had a constant demand for strong, male slaves, while Claudius needed females and weak males for his purposes. They had been in the business for long enough to know that the slave traders would prefer to sell their batches in one package and offer great discounts if they were bought "no-questions-asked."

Claudius had a suspiciously large demand for slaves - even higher than Vicencius, but who'd question a senator? And these were slaves, after all. Without rights and replaceable.

--

Returning home, Claudius went to the stables and inspected the new delivery Vincencius had sent him: A skinny man and three women. He walked past them and assessed one after another. The man was assigned to the kitchen, the first two women to the living area, and the third to the guest quarters.

He walked back along their line and stopped in front of the first woman. "You. What's your purpose here?"

Like all the others, the woman had her head bowed, eyes on the floor. "To serve you - in any way you wish, Dominus"

"Look at me"

She did.

"If you were to ask me a question, what would it be?"

Rising her head and looking him in the eyes, she took a second to ponder this. "May I offer myself to be at your service, Dominus?"

"Well done! And yes, you may. Turn around and get ready."

Looking at the woman next to her, he said, "...and you, prepare me."

While the first woman turned around as ordered, the other got to her knees and opened his tunic. She freed his cock and put it into her mouth, sucking it. The first woman had lifted her tunic over her head and tossed it to the side. She bent down, her hands touching her toes. Then she spread her legs a bit.

Claudius didn't need much of an invitation. "That's enough, you can get up." he said to the second woman. Moving to the first, he pushed his erect member recklessly into her, making her whine. He started to fuck her immediately. After a few minutes, she relaxed, moaning occasionally while he had his way with her.

When he was ready, Claudius addressed the second woman again: "Kneel next to me and open your mouth." She eagerly followed his order. He switched over to her and pushed his throbbing cock into her mouth the second he started to climax. She grimaced, but gulped his load down without complaint.

Having finished, he straightened up and closed his tunic. "Get back in line. You will wait here, until my wife returns from the city. She'll also want to inspect you."

When he turned around to leave, the first woman asked, "Dominus..."

He froze. Then he spun around, anger in his face. "You will only speak when you're asked. This insolence demands punishment!"