The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Vanessa looked over her hair once more, in the mirror her straight black hair appeared to have a silver lining much the same as a cloud would when barely able to block out the sun. She smiled, she always did when she got ready for a night out, some things will never change she thought as she soaked in the image that was her perhaps flawless appearance.

“I think he’ll like the short skirt what do you think V?” Ema called from her room just across the hall.

Pulling her eyes off her mirror Vanessa took a few steps back from her makeup table and peered through her door into Ema’s room, she could see only Ema’s back as she was still busy checking out her own outfit in a full length mirror.

“I think the skirt is the safest bet, nice touch with the top too.” Vanessa called through her door across the hall before turning her attention back to her own reflection.

Neither girl was in a rush, time was the least of their concerns. In truth over the years their appreciation for looks only increased and because of that tonight just like all other nights they put a lot of effort into their appearance.

Vanessa was still putting some finishing touches on her makeup even as the taxi arrived to pick her up, she bade Ema good bye and as she left the apartment and walked towards the stairs she pondered all they had planned for the night “Girls will be girls” she thought to herself, the taxi driver was just getting ready to beep the horn once more before he was rewarded with a once in a lifetime glimpse of close perfection.

Vanessa walked into the bar through the bistro, there were still a couple of people eating at this time, it was too early to have a crowd and too late to have many of the day-time regulars who came down after work, the bar was filled with only the eager or the dedicated.

Upon entering the functions room she walked over to the bar and ordered a drink, tonight she wasn’t too thirsty and she figured she still had some time yet before Ema would arrive, no point in getting too far ahead of herself.

Even dressed conservatively Vanessa was drawing men to her much like an innocent flame would attract an overwhelmed moth, this pub was well known for it’s generous amount of female patrons, yet she still received more attention then Vanessa both wanted and thought was due.

The venue was decently filled only an hour and a half later and she had settled into one of the corners with a table and two high stools, smoke and chatter filled the air all filtering through the pair of musicians playing up on the bars small stage, it wouldn’t be too long now Vanessa thought while looking at her watch.

Just as the band placed some cover music on to retreat and have a quick fifteen minute break Vanessa noticed movement towards the door, unmistakable to her even in the dim light was the toned curves of her friend Ema stepping through the front door, a lot of heads turned for her, understandably so as well, Vanessa tried to spot the differences if any in Ema’s choice of clothing.

The skirt remained, white and tugging closely to her body, her top was a soft white and cream striped tank top, the diagonal lines wrapping around each breast finishing with a twirl around her abdomen, tight enough so as never to be considered loose however well shaped and proportioned to look comfortable, her clothes a masquerade of decency showing enough midriff to let all who took note how fit and toned she was, Vanessa also noted Ema’s choice in shoes, she was a classy girl no matter how she looked or how she dressed and Vanessa had to laugh at how Ema could not bring herself to wear any thing other than high heels, silver straps binding the sole and heel of the shoe to her feet and ankles, the effect on the girl with her blond hair and rosy face was one of both a fun loving yet well maintained beauty. For tonight however, Vanessa knew that Ema sought only to replicate the image of a young woman looking for a good time and what girl doesn’t like to have fun in Pradas?

Ema looked around the room a little before setting eye’s on Vanessa, a curt nod between the two had Ema wondering over to the bar, tonight was not a social visit to this pub but rather a matter of convenience, some one was expected to come here this night and both women waited expectingly.

Casey J.Voul, she knew his type, hot headed, hiding behind any thing that he felt made him stronger, as weak a person as any she had ever met, this man was never meant to be released from jail but he got lucky when he chose the victim he eventually was caught for. She was afraid of him but she proceeded and persevered in the court room, many girls found it so difficult to face their rapers, in her anger she slipped just enough of her emotions that Casey’s lawyer was able to extract just the right sentence from the erratic and angered girl. “When I said yes I didn’t know he would rape me like that”. He was a rapist given gold when she had said that, that night may have changed him for ever, but in the bed he treated her as any girl who had said no before and even when she was saying no, her consent to begin was enough for him, and unfortunately the law. Casey’s lawyer argued that in the fros of love how could any one know the meaning behind belated words...

It was word against word, Casey never denying they had made love meant any evidence collected meant nothing, the fact his attitude promoted the fact he had done this in the past and fit the primes of many other cases in that area was only speculative. The very thought of it all made Vanessa’s blood boil. Tonight was all about Casey.

The man was sharp, perceptive in a way, in the bar with all the noise and music playing his eye’s kept darting, a predator, a coward afraid of trouble, a nervous man being around people who if they knew his true self may punish him as he knew they would in prison, it didn’t matter to her she despised him, that gave her all the more intent to continue full swing into the night, Vanessa took off her over coat, it was a highly fashionable coat both warm but also breathing, good for a summer night or a winters day, but what she wore underneath spoke nothing of fashion or even the seasons, her dress was a simmering image in itself, her large bust concealed under a black dress which hid every thing from chest to mid thigh but requiring only the slightest of imaginations to remove cloth from the curved and wrapped features beneath. Where Ema looked the part of a girl, Vanessa doubly looked the part of a woman, her hips flared and her stomach was taut the hourglass image was complete yet where these features spoke woman her legs screamed it. She was tanned, not overly so, but a natural tan, not a line and not a blemish, to cast eye’s on her without spending the time to admire her would be a crime for if a man or even a woman were to take their eye’s from head to toe one would not know which the better beginning or which the better end.

She knew her effect immediately, those near her shifted and gazed, she saw the look on girls faces, the silent competition already won, they all knew as did she that any man was hers for the picking but Vanessa wasn’t here for any of that, she knew how she looked and for a moment her crimson red lips stood out further from her black haired face all the more as she pursed her lips into a small smile.

Ema noticed too, the effect not lost on her as Vanessa shot her a glance, Ema nodded and went back to talking to some young hopeful at the bar “show time” said Vanessa quietly to herself, she walked from her table in the corner towards the stage, each group she passed the chatter died just a little bit more, guys following their friends stares to lay eye’s on her, girls pausing as the males in the group became distracted or uncaring for the conversation only to do the same, she was dark, in her complexion and her attire but for all the world she was as bright as any light in that room, her skin almost as silk reflecting what little light that hit it, when she got to the stage she paused only for a moment before the pair trailed off on their current song in order to hear her request.

A slower song started, recent but not modern, eye’s watched and waited as a wolf would savor the moment before a rabbit became distracted in it’s furrowing, the wolves would have to wait she thought as she made her way towards the bar, the room between was darted with groups, people in the way and others also trying to make their way through, she glided between some, brushed slightly against others both male and female, rubbing against just a few, after making it to the bar few could hide their hunger.

The room seemed to get just a little hotter, the smoke, the noise, none of it enough to mask whispers or murmurs hinting at many of the same things. Rare the highlight of any night be only one person and rarer still the highlight of many people’s nights be that same person, she savored their attention to detail.

A succubus had many talents, fewer more important than the telling of emotions or the ability to blatantly read an expression or even a desire, seducers in the very meaning of the word she was a master of her art, she had to be. She often wondered if they could smell it, a musk, a perfume an invitation of the most primal level, a succubus could interpret the intricacies of pheromones and Vanessa lacked the actual memory of a time when she too could not tell consciously their existence or even their intention.

The room however responded, her song was coming to an end and she had just received her drink, the room still breathed, the crowd still responded. A man came up to her, young, confident but ultimately unwise and unprepared to deal with little more than a girl his own age let alone this very definition of a woman in front of him, she was old, old enough to have heard many attempts in many era’s each with their own formalities, she was polite but did not want the young man to go unpunished enough so as to invite further courtship attempts from his friends or those others watching and envying the young man for even the seconds he spent in her midst. She leaned over on her stool, legs still crossed showing muscles tensing to keep her balance and comfort on the bar stool, her lips just inches from his so as to be best heard over the music she glanced over his shoulder at Casey who quickly averted eye contact when he noticed her looking in his direction, such a pitiful man she thought to herself. “The only time this dress would ever touch some one’s floor is if we were in too much of a hurry to take it off, do you have any original pick up lines?” she said as she leaned back, a slight smile on her face hinting that she would be a much more unique hunt then he was used to, she left him thinking about the rewards of such a hunt.

As she stood up she gave one last smile at Ema before picking up her drink and making her way back to the dance floor, this time she brushed ever so slightly past Casey, a flirt? A sign? He was oblivious or perhaps too uncertain to even attempt a decision. No she thought, he would watch and hunger all the more, like a shark he would smell blood and there would be a frenzy, but he could never approach her and he knew as much as any one that she would most likely be leaving with another man this night, no point in waiting for her to be alone, he brooded in his thought just a little longer.

A more recent song came on, one she enjoyed on the radio a lot and danced to at home often enough, she was more than happy to let go a little as she danced. To all those on the floor dancing she was a rose in her self, while they were but petals, to all those watching outside the dance floor she was a diamond in a pile of sand.

There was nothing special about a succubi’s pheromones, normally they are released with sweat, simply put the amount is higher, the effect doubly so, to those who were taking notice of her movements each bump and grind of her hips or flex of her torso hinted at another fantasy or another desire waiting to proceed the last, people were no longer hungry for her, they were desperate. Soon their desire would turn into a need, any need, not even for her, she danced and men would dance with her, some she let but never for long, the band fixed themselves for their own entertainment and the two on stage started testing which songs would draw the most from this alter of desire, their efforts not lost on the crowd, torn between openly watching her or stealing a glimpse when timing would permit.

Soon she would be lost, while uncommon it certainly isn’t unheard of a succubus succumbing to desires of their own, for her sex was as necessary as the food she ate and the air she breathed, she would hold out though, no rush for her tonight, the more she sweat the more pheromones entered the air, the effect turning her from a woman to be desired to a creature to be tamed, her form hugging dress becoming even more tight around her features, after an hour of dancing she was becoming tired, not from the exertion but rather of waiting, a succubi rarely became tired, their physical abilities unnatural and at a standard above what most professional athletes could ever achieve. As she slowed her dancing she took a much longer look around the room, soon she would pick some one to enjoy the night with a choice as special for them as it were to her, just as she walked off the dance floor she noticed a girl sitting on a table with a number of people on it, work colleagues by the looks of it.

Her hair was brown, dressed a little too daring to be a work outfit yet a little too conservative to be considered a party outfit Vanessa made eye contact with the girl, she blushed and looked down then away, she was cute and Vanessa could not help but wonder why her work mates were still dressed for work and wearing their suites which were certainly conservative, Vanessa took extra time to study the attire of the brunet, but the question remained, if she came from work, she was daring to wear a skirt cut from knee to mid-thigh and a top which even when buttoned up all the way would reveal enough to catch almost any daring eye, or perhaps she simply had time to change before coming and was conservative all the time.

Vanessa walked past the girl, taking in a little more of her features she was young twenty three at the most so she was still of an open mind but by now she should have discovered enough of her self to be confident in her feelings and attitude, she wondered how best to approach the girl for tonight she felt like some thing different.

She walked back up to the bar for another drink, Ema had moved on from the bar to another table with a couple of guys and another girl, she always was a social butterfly Vanessa thought to herself.

Casey was now sitting at the bar, no doubt still surveying the scene, he frequented here often she had found out however he had not made many friends and those who do like him were still rather careful of him for reasons they probably could not explain, he knew he didn’t belong here, she knew that he was aware of this, however she also knew his type well enough to also know he was torn. This is where normal people hang out, this is where people meet and guys and girls are supposed to interact, he wanted to be normal or at least fool himself into believing it, he was not entirely unattractive but it was plain he styled himself after what he viewed to be good looking, he however lacked the confidence to even hold that facade in public and it showed.

She went next to him and her dress brushed up against his jeans, he could feel her humidity against him, hear her breathing and as she waited he pretended not to notice her presence, or her leg pressed against his. Her effect on him was almost instant, she knew it too. As she waited for her drink he sat there, should he offer to pay? Should he strike up a conversation? Should he compliment her? He knew he would never decide and accepted his fate that soon this woman would be gone from his side, this would be the closest he would probably get to the woman he had watched for the better part of an

hour. She received her drink and took a big sip, leaning back as she did so, he savored the moment knowing it could be the last, she turned and faced in his direction, his heart fluttered just a little, had he been caught? Was she looking at him? He couldn’t tell, he looked at his drink and she leaned sideways against the bar causing her breasts to come into his peripheral vision he dared a quick glimpse and she leaned back before picking up her drink and walking to the table where four people sat.

Vanessa walked up to Ema’s table smiling just as she reached it, Ema turned and smiled back the two of them pulling off the image of friends running into one another. “heya Em, I thought that was you!” Vanessa showed pearl teeth as her friend stood up and leaning over one of the guys across from her and hugged Vanessa, the two exchanging quick words before settling back “Sorry V, I should have seen you sooner I just ran into some really nice people.” Vanessa knew the guys at the table were dying for an introduction to this impeccable vision of a woman. “Well, if you’re free at all come on over and have a chat with me Em it’d be nice to catch up.” Vanessa took another sip of her drink as Ema replied she would and they both waved.

As she turned she wondered how to approach the girl near the dance floor, the effect she had on men was easy enough to predict, on women some times it even caught her off guard. Men and women share the same capacity to interpret subconsciously pheromone signals, while in the animal kingdom pheromones rule the patterns of almost every creatures life, in humans the aspect of intellect comes into play, humans are constantly at wits end whether they feel logic or emotion more and then further perplexed in trying to figure out whether instinct or skill rules the both of them.

This girl is not unique but simply tuned differently, she was reacting to Vanessa’s pheromones in all the ways a guy would, many things in both men and women can cause this to occur, in her experience most are simply born this way and can do little to change that, some even still are attracted to both, while this may not be the only thing affecting this girl Vanessa certainly noticed the extent her pheromones were influencing her.

Vanessa stopped her approach to the dance floor again, looking back at the bar she smiled and walked to where she could order a drink as soon as possible, Vanessa missed the girl looking over her shoulders at what she considered to be the hottest person she had ever seen. After ordering and paying Vanessa headed towards the girl’s table, stopping just behind she noted the girl was back to talking with her friends and workmates, she put the drink down in front of the girl and smiled when the girl looked up at her.

“Hi, my name’s Vanessa.” she said leaning down to the girls ear, about a foot away.

“Carla” she replied unable to help but smile, her smile however was more nervous, she was worried Vanessa had noticed her looking or even worse, that Vanessa had been looking back, while Carla was mature for her age she still knew she had a lot to learn even about herself, not getting into many relationships throughout the years of her schooling she was certain there were things she had yet discovered. One right now was her very powerful feelings towards this particular woman who held her gaze and intoxicated her with a radiance of beauty.

“Nice to meet you Carla” Vanessa replied.

“You too uhh?” Carla realized some where she had lost some thing in her thoughts.

“Vanessa sweety.” Vanessa tilted her head and smiled some more, Carla was entranced.

“Would you mind watching my drink here?” Vanessa said putting her three quarter full drink on the table. “uh oh sure” Carla replied.

“I noticed your old drink was almost empty and bought you another, I’m glad I’m not the only person who enjoys Illusions” Vanessa took another sip of her drink before heading back out to the dancefloor.

Carla sat there, stunned at having been approached by Vanessa to begin with, she looked at the drink siting idly by her hand, to it’s left the three quarter full glass of Vanessa’s. The others at her table were stoked, wanting to know immediately the details of the little conversing the two girls just had.

Vanessa once more sank into the motions of her dancing, moving closer to the band she noticed the band respond to her presence throughout the next two songs before snaking her way back to Carla and her drink. As she returned to the table she noted Carla had not so much as even sipped at her drink, no doubt thanks to the comments of her work friends.

Leaning close she asked over the music what was wrong.

“Nothing, it’s just..” Carla trailed off the rest intangible over the music.

Vanessa fained being unable to hear while she took another sip from her drink.

Carla stopped and looked up at this woman who for all her looks of matured beauty was acting the part on a nonchalant school girl as free to the world as the wind.

“You don’t trust the drink I bought you?” Vanessa said while taking a moment to study her own glass.

This caused Carla to become just a little embarrassed among other things, Vanessa obviously trusted her with her own drink now it would seem Carla didn’t trust her.

“You just caught me off guard that’s all, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you” Vanessa still pretended to have some trouble hearing she bent down and said “Who did you offend?” to which Carla looked around the room quickly finding a quiet corner away from the band she motioned for Vanessa to head in that direction.

The music died down, the sound didn’t follow this well out from the speakers, Carla again apologized for giving off the appearance of not trusting Vanessa, Vanessa smiled and giggled just a little to herself before telling Carla that the reason why she left her drink there was because she could tell Carla was a nice person and she didn’t feel safe leaving it just any where, Carla could understand. Too often good looking girls were hit by some drug, be it a retarded form of ecstasy or a rohypnol like drug and Carla imagined Vanessa to be more than a prize for any such a person.

With this the two began talking, Carla as raptured by Vanessa’s closeness as any other man in the room may have. Carla found the woman seated next to her to be both wise and a solid person she could relate to almost every thing Carla talked about. When the topic of drinks came up again, Vanessa looked at the bar quickly and noticed the band would be having a break soon, this usually called for more people at the bar and begged Carla for pardon and she sat up and walked over to the bar, Carla sat and sipped the last of her drink while watching this true gem of a person walk through the crowd towards the bar.

Vanessa took this time to collect herself, this girl Carla was definitely attracted to her, not unusual by any means and she was very much used to the attentions of both sexes but...

She looked in the direction on Casey once more, he had watched, she was certain and tonight was all about him, she would need to pick some one and Carla looked like some one who needed some help in her life, perhaps to understand just that little bit more of herself.

Carla was still contemplating all they had talked about when Vanessa returned with drinks in hand, a few scrambled thoughts collided in her mind kept her from noticing even as Vanessa placed the drinks down. “You look deep in thought” Carla’s haze broke as she tried to concentrate on what Vanessa had just said “Sorry? Which one is mine?” Carla managed as a reply while looking at the two drinks, Vanessa taking this time to seat herself a little closer to Carla who decided to play the closeness off as a better vantage to talk over the music.

“Any one you like” Vanessa replied.

Carla picked one and Vanessa returned the conversation to the one before she left, Vanessa told Carla her reasons for not trusting many people with her drink was that a couple of years ago she herself had her drink spiked, she didn’t tell Carla though that the man had overdone the dosage, GHP she had later found out, enough milligrams to be lethal to most, even she was out of it, her last line of defense was to end the mans life. Their eyes met and an understanding that some thing sensitive was just said, the music stopped as the band went on another fifteen minute break.

“Carla can I be honest with you?” Vanessa’s face was still close as if the music had not stopped.“Sure” Carla looked at Vanessa’s features perhaps in an attempt to guess what the reason for the question may be, eventually she just got lost in the woman’s eyes.

“I noticed you watching me earlier on” She watched Carla now, studied a girl who was as much a mouse to a cat. She looked away and blushed, enough was said in that simple action.

“I was admiring you, you look beautiful and every one else was watching you” Carla said casting a quick glance in her direction, perhaps to gauge the reaction of her compliment.

Vanessa with her mind racing now to interpret every small motion of body language and every twist in tone and voice chose her next line of words much the same as a hunter would calculate an animals intended escape path should his first shot miss. She allowed a blush from her cheeks to form, she would play an even partner with Carla, knowing that Carla would more then likely shy away from overt attempts.

“Thank you Carla, I” she paused and her blush deepened to match that of Carla’s, for Vanessa this was a road she had traveled many times before, her experiences each time proved different for Carla this would be a highly defining moment of her life, Vanessa looked directly into Carla’s eyes and finished her sentence “I find you attractive as well” her implication was not simply an admiration of beauty, but instead as close to the truth a person could get to being both open and remaining some level of coy.

Carla’s head swam with thoughts, fears she had known and dreaded for many years. This was a very important step in either direction for her, for while she was comfortable with where she was both career and even socially she personally felt torn, she could tell then that she truly had been hiding things, some things she admitted even from herself.

Vanessa was reeling in thought, Carla was strained in thought of her own and Vanessa knew that time would force her to act with more then lame or simple attempts to open this girl up, should Carla choose to hide her inner most feelings from the world it could be as long as another twenty years before she ever thinks back to this moment with regret. To Vanessa it was a matter of statistics, to Carla it was cold anticipation, just as Carla was forming up a response and her forehead began clearing the signs of deep thought Vanessa decided the risk too great not to provide more influence.

As a dart would be flung at a board, or a spear into the sky Vanessa cast her thoughts, in her mind she saw two bodies, celestial in every way much like two stars, each powerful and respectable on their own, yet there was a connection between them almost like gravity not just drawing one another but connecting the two as though there were an infinite number of strings each paired to the others respective counter.

Carla’s mouth opened as if to say some thing, then she paused for a period that to her felt like a lifetime, in many ways it was, just a second ago she was about to move the conversation off its current course but before she could speak there was something, it was unexplainable but she felt some thing which was beyond an emotion, not love or trust or even the beginnings of a friendship Carla felt as though only she and Vanessa knew what this felt like. Now almost suddenly Carla was aware of her heartbeat, each pulse of blood brought on a new thought or explored the one before and each thought started to increase her heart more and more, there was a very dangerous cycle beginning and Carla closed her eyes in order to collect her thoughts. There was darkness, no noise and no outside, things were too quiet especially given she was in a bar yet never the less things were deadly silent, she concentrated on her breathing and then regarded her heartbeat. She was alone in every way except for that feeling and it comforted her, even now in her mind while she studied every aspect of herself this feeling was there inviting her to also be studied, that frightened her because she knew with every drop of blood in her veins she wanted to explore it in case she never feels it again...

The noise was back, the world had come from no where. As she opened her eyes and looked over to where Vanessa had been seated she had moved to being right in front of her face, Carla startled for a second and Vanessa looked into her eyes and almost an instant later their lips touched.

Ema peered over her glass as she took another sip, Vanessa sat leaning just a little over the young brunette she had spent the better part of an hour talking to, she could almost taste the kiss, the emotions that young girl was feeling, no doubt Vanessa had pushed things forward using enesi, while Ema was competent at using enesi Vanessa was a master at it. The kiss continued and Vanessa’s tongue snaked it’s way between the young girls lips, she wasn’t expecting it but by now she had decided to just go with the moment, while her body was being played like an instrument she moaned, yet her mind was lost in it’s own sea, Ema could see it, Vanessa was dancing in there and it was a dance she knew all too well.

The kiss had made her catch her breath, she couldn’t react there was no where near enough time it was all too sudden just like her own reaction, yet a part of her screamed, Carla didn’t know if it was wrong or right any more that didn’t seem to matter but she still worried what her workmates might think or any one else for that matter she worried she would be labeled around the office, then as if to settle the matter the soft lips which had assaulted her own and teased hers into kissing back parted enough to reveal their intent. She almost opened her eyes when she felt Vanessa’s tongue but then along with it came a myriad of thoughts, emotions and feelings. She was aroused before but now that arousal seemed nothing more then slightest of aches, each turn or twist of her tongue as it danced across her lips was followed by another wave of feelings and emotions, all of which only added into turning her on more and more.

With each pass right or wrong mattered less and less, there was now and there was then and it was all too apparent that now was what mattered, before she had hesitated and before she was afraid of what this might bring but now that it was happening she had little use for her fears, what ever happened from now would happen, for that reason Carla didn’t bother hesitating any more.

Vanessa was concentrating, now or never she moved in for a kiss, she could see Carla was confused and still trying to make sense of every thing going on, that she was attracted to women Vanessa never doubted but she knew that Carla still had doubts, she would make the move and see what happens she reminded herself not to rush too much, as she moved her head forward Carla opened her eyes, now was the right time she thought to herself as she moved her head towards Carla’s and began with a quick brush of lips.

The best way to describe the enesi would be to liken it to telepathy, only in that it involves the mind, the method however would best be described as an instrument perhaps like a harp. Each string leading to different points in Carla’s mind, a twitch or a pluck of one string setting off an emotion or a feeling of it’s own, for now the song she played for Carla was one of love and lust, the tune comprised of fifteen strings and it was played in waves, each beat of the heart was answered by one string, each breath another, she timed her kissed between the rhythm of five more while she used the rest for her tongue, she waited, she could feel in the body that now writhed beneath her hands as she leaned over the aroused Carla, if she liked the song Vanessa would know soon.

Carla’s tongue, almost from it’s own will snaked up to meet Vanessa’s, they touched, just a spark of emotion and pleasure when they did, it was enough to tempt Carla and she kissed Vanessa back now in full force, this time there was a shift, her body sang now, not just her heart or her mouth, every thing seemed to lead straight to this kiss. Carla shivered, two hands began an earnest exploration of her body, in her highly aroused state her only reaction was to explore Vanessa back.

When Vanessa felt Carla’s tongue join hers she played the song she waited to play, using all the strings now she danced between arousal and lust letting these two match both their heart beats, Carla responded and Vanessa began to pick almost random at strings, by the time one would finish it’s reaction it would be plucked again, the dance between each and all broken only by a regular brush of all the strings at once. These caused a moan each time in Carla, and Vanessa increased her kneading of Carla’s body in order to add further to the pleasure she was giving to the girl, poor Carla was blind now in a sea of desire, unbidden lust and a need more primal then she could have ever imagined.

Another strum of strings, they were coming faster now, building to something, the world disinterested Carla, she didn’t notice almost every one looking at her and the vixen sitting together on one of the couches making out, wondering exactly why one of them seemed to be on the point of an earth shattering orgasm, Ema’s group had all turned to watch the ordeal and Ema noticed the fine and tight features of the girl as she arched her back and reached desperately for the flesh of the woman who was pleasing her so, with just a kiss.

“Isn’t that the girl who was here earlier on?”

One of the boys turned and asked Ema, she smiled and took another sip from her drink.

“Crazy” said another.

All too quickly Vanessa stopped the kiss, Carla was panting, in desperation she clung onto Vanessa, she needed this, wanted this for the longest of times, so close to her goal and caring little for the outside world which had kept her from it, she opened her eyes, Vanessa sat there looking down at her, there was a silence in the room “Do you want to finish this?” Vanessa asked, her knowing smile didn’t worry Carla in the least, the only care she had right now was being lost in that moment again, she simply nodded and readjusted herself and she got up, the slightest of blushes indicating she had noticed at last the crowd watching the two of them.

Ema sat there smiling as bright as she could, the group she had met turned back to talking, the discussion about the actions they had just witnessed, all the questions were directed at Ema now, the guys were hungry to know as much as they could about the gorgeous woman they had just seen making out with another girl she glanced back over towards Casey to see if he too had noticed, of course he had she said to herself before answering a few more questions.

When last drinks were called Casey moved away from the bar, people would come now for a few quick drinks before having to head home, he watched the scene around him, the band playing their last song, a few people still on the dance floor making the best of it they could. Then he saw a girl stumble out of the pack holding two drinks in her hand, one was spilled slightly as she made her way in his direction trying to find a refuge for her drinks from the crowd forming around the bar, she placed her drink down absently on the table closest to him and licked a bit of the spilled drink off her hand and tried to wipe the rest off her clothes.

His eye’s traced her figure, she was very fit in appearance, very defined. His eye’s followed her legs, muscles danced beneath the skin as she leaned over to brush some more drink off the back of her skirt, her stomach pulled tighter to keep her balanced, she looked young, sporty and very cute, as she straightened he took notice of her face for the first time. Her eyes sparkled a little then she smiled.

“Hi” she chirped.

“Hi” he managed back.

“I noticed you standing around the bar all night were you waiting for some one?” she was looking up to him now as she moved a little closer to both the table and him.

“Not really, just hoping to run into some friends” his lips rose into a smile of his own.

She was finishing off the drink between sentences.

“Well, it’s a shame I won’t be here next week other wise I would have you wait for me” her free hand snaked across his jeans over his hip and gave his right ass cheek a little squeeze before bringing it back over his belt to rest just above his belt clip, she took one final gulp from her glass and lowered her hand to squeeze his package, she smiled as she put her empty glass down and picked up the other one, before he could say any thing back she winked then turned and walked back towards the bar.

He was confused to say the least, was she teasing him or was she serious? She was attractive, flirtatious as well by the looks of it, he knew she could have any man in the room, she probably knew it as well. “Fucking tease” he said to himself before readjusting his now erect member.

Interlude : Passion

Casey watched from the inside of his car, people were parting, groups which were regulars to the bar bid farewell to one another and others who had hooked up with partners during the night made promises to call during the week else they walked off still together to finish their nights activities, he watched further as the young girl he had met earlier said her goodbye’s to the group she spent majority of the night talking to. Pausing just short of starting the car to leave he watched more keenly as the girl looked around before crossing the road in his direction, her walk was not rushed unlike most girls who usually were afraid of being on their own during the night yet she strolled across the road as though she were still in the bar surrounded by a hundred pairs of eye’s intent on her every move. She stopped on the other side and looked back towards the bar as though she had forgotten some thing, an after thought of sorts he wondered while admiring her form as it twisted to meet her needs, she was young yet strangely confident in herself and it threw him off, did she know what she wanted or was she curious enough to test in order to find out. He took a shallow breath, the memory of events barely half an hour old still lingered with him, she had not masked her intentions with him that was for certain in fact if any thing she made sure they could not be misinterpreted, his jaw clenched as he pondered what exactly she was looking for, did she have a lift coming to pick her up?.

Ema looked around a little longer, people were starting to disperse and she noted Casey had not started his car yet, surely he was watching her she mused silently to herself as the show of being misguided continued. Each intake of air, every turn and every tense of her muscles between poses were done with an age of practice for she knew he must soak in her form and allow his desire for her be the addiction which lures him, he was a predator of desires and just like all the others it is his imagination that will ultimately drive him, even the most creative imagination takes cues from inspiration. She spun and continued walking towards him along the footpath, there weren’t many people left outside the bar and most of the people had parked behind the venue in the car park but not him, not her target. As she approached his car Casey’s eyes darted to avoid hers and as he pretended to shuffle his key chain to find the car key he didn’t notice she had stopped walking and was now staring straight at him, he looked up and she smiled as if in recognition his heart leapt, was she looking for him before? Ema walked right up to him and knocked on the drivers side window causing Casey to lose any composure he may have had, girls don’t usually talk to him after the bar he thought as he wound down his window.

“Heya” Her voice was as chirpy as before and her eyes were sparkling as she looked at him.

“Hi” he shot back still very nervous, he knew she could tell he lacked experience at this.

“I was hoping to catch you before you left.” she paused but he remained silent “You need to lighten up and don’t look so stiff, your cute but cute can only do so much” she was still smiling but her words struck a cord in him, it was deep and it went back a long time with him for this girl was not the first to tell him that his mood creeped others out, he simply said thanks and smiled as though he had received a small compliment or some needed advice.

“It’s a shame I won’t be here next week other wise I would spend a few days and cheer you up a little.” she flashed him a mischievous smile and could see the trepidation written all over his face.

“wh..what about if we swap numbers?” he stammered back unsure if this was the best time to ask.

“Oh sweety I don’t live any where near here and I’d probably never be back again any way but that’s so cute of you” she leaned inside the car and gave him a peck on his cheek, damn it he thought to himself, every thing about her right now was saying yes but he could not bring himself out the doubt that she may say no.

She could see he was troubled even a man more sure of himself wouldn’t know whether to take that as a setback or an opportunity to make a more fitting suggestion, she gambled though the stakes mattered little if the end result was the same she thought to herself as Casey’s mouth opened as if to say some thing then closed before opening yet again.

“Well, how about a lift to your car?” Casey asked, figuring his being the only car left on the street that the girl must have parked behind the venue or further up the street “I didn’t drive, I’m only about a five minute walk from here any way but thanks, my name is Ema by the way” she was smiling again, practiced down to every line on her face, her eye’s caught the reflection of the street light perfectly and she was bubbly, he couldn’t tell if she was simply being nice or if there was some thing else there, the messages he had received were conflicting, she was being positive towards him was there some thing she liked about him? Yet like other girls before she had refused his kindness and informed him that he needs to lighten up.

Casey didn’t know what to say, he was lost and there was a nagging part of him that only kept adding pressure to his resolve “Another one” he thought to himself, another girl he would fall victim to his own insecurities and he desperately did not want to fail this time, she liked him she had to, what should he say? He didn’t want to stammer or fumble this girl was so good looking, in part that only added to his problems.

Ema’s eyes twinkled again before she looked away just briefly, he was nervous, he was trying and she could see the strain he was putting on himself to try and stay normal, she met his gaze and he looked caught somehow, Ema leaned down through the open window of the car again giving him a kiss just to the left of his mouth before standing up. “I wish we had more time to get to know each other, you really look like an interesting person” Ema watched his face carefully as she said this, he didn’t reply so she took her cue and walked a few steps along the footpath, Casey just sat there dumbfounded watching perhaps the best looking girl he has or even will see again turn to face him and wink before walking further down the path.

Ema was certain she had played her part enough, every thing she knew about Casey and his type told her she had done well enough to entice him. She kept walking, in truth she didn’t live five minutes away she didn’t even live in this particular part of town where she was walking not even she knew.

Ema turned around the corner, she wasn’t walking fast at all, she was taking her time knowing full well a person like Casey would take as much time as possible before letting emotions remove logic and reasoning, she didn’t maintain her poise any more after turning down another corner, it was spring and the onset of summer was causing more and more clear nights like this one. This town was far enough away from the city that the stars and moon were clearly visible to Ema as she walked down barely lit streets, cars traveling down a freeway just blocks away could be heard clearly bouncing off the houses in the street, cicada’s were strumming from all directions giving the night a certain feeling and life of it’s own, Ema reflected on all that had happened during the night, from getting ready with Vanessa to Casey right through to the kiss Vanessa and that cute brunet shared.

There weren’t foot steps, no warning other than anticipation from Ema’s part her thoughts were stopped almost instantly the second she felt iron like hands around her upper arms, she tried to turn, to face him but her wouldn’t let it, of course he wouldn’t, she didn’t scream even though she fought. The first thing he did was push her against a fence not hard but he held her there still, this let him hike up her skirt, his fly was already down, Ema’s face was pushed against the fence, a girl wouldn’t be able to see his face even if they tried. Panic never hit her not even as he pulled down her panties and moved his left arm around her waist to begin working on her. There was no romance or even sweet intentions in his actions, Casey had bitten the bait and for all the world Ema was happy he did, what was probably intended to be a three to five minute wrestle and struggle between the two was about to be dragged out considerably the second Ema closed her eye’s and began focusing on the brutish actions being forced on her.

Casey was wild with this young and nubile girl beneath his body and force, she could hardly even struggle with his weight pushing her into the fence. His heart was fiercely pumping more adrenaline throughout his body and it was only getting faster the closer he built himself up towards climax, each and every thrust from him eliciting a draw of breath and small grunt from her, the sounds and the feelings were driving him onwards before suddenly there was a feeling of separation beginning to occur, Casey only pumped harder. It wasn’t as weird to him more just a sudden feeling entirely unexpected, unexpected but still pleasurable, it didn’t occur to him that this girl should be screaming, yelling for help or even fighting more like the others did instead all that mattered to Casey was release, he needed it so much right now and this girl deserved it, she had even been the cause of it.

Ema began focusing on his presence and his emotions, under the circumstances it was difficult the man was building up very fast but Ema was experienced enough at drawing things out, Casey’s actions came with an immense reward of pleasure but the cost tonight would be far higher then he could pay. She concentrated further on the mans mind, his body and last of all his soul. The essence of life is what succubi fed off, most of the time without much harm to the person being fed off but she needed more from Casey, she wanted it all from him, her concentration increased ten fold, she will draw it all from him she thought as she resolved her focus on him.

Casey’s building pleasure didn’t subside, but suddenly it didn’t feel as though he were any where near climax, he felt like a racer who’s finish line was moving away faster than he could ever move, a train who’s ending to a long dark tunnel seemed so close only to have it move further and further away, he pushed harder and faster, his balls were being strained, he could feel it but it wasn’t enough, none of it was enough and he really needed this it was primal now, suddenly it was the very core of his being.

Glands were being filled but far slower then they were being drawn from, testicles were being milked but at a rate too slow to fill the need, his body gave the answer, his finish line must be met. Casey didn’t know that the pressure filling his manhood was no longer his sperm, he certainly didn’t know the liquid he wanted to shoot so much was instead his soul all Casey knew was his needs and wants had mashed together and dissolved all reason and even choice, some how his endless race was about to come to an end and it only drove him harder.

Ema was sweating now, not with need like Casey but with concentration. To feed was not hard for any succibi but to draw out an entire soul without prior influence or even tampering took a lot from any succubus, for over half an hour Casey has been pumping into her and while he was lost in a sea of emotions and feelings coursing all over and around him Ema has been deeply focused on holding the man back using enesi to a point where he would actually choose to release the one thing she wanted, his last foothold on life.

Casey wasn’t forcing Ema against the fence with his left arm, or even holding Ema with his right arm now instead he was using her waist as an instrument to be able to pump into her harder and harder, his right arm was against the fence to let him pull out easier only to push in a second later, every sound from his mouth was guttural no longer was his intention to take advantage of a girl weaker than himself but rather to find release, some how, any how to find release. There was pain, such massive pain, organs far over used, their purpose was never to fulfill this role, balls tightened and Casey opened his eye’s as he pushed forward into paradise his vision filled with stars and white light, his cock was pumping, releasing after such a long time, it felt endless to him as muscles continued to pump every thing they could out, his ass cheeks were clenched pushing himself into her pussy as deep as possible, evidence didn’t matter, nothing else but this mattered. It hurt, for all the pleasure it caused it still hurt he was still pumping an almost never ending orgasm which was causing him to shudder because it felt as though he had only just reached it’s peak, the pumps of his cock were beginning to wane and the time between them were increasing, each spark of pain caused by each pump overwhelmed by the ever constant pleasure as synapses fired reacting to signals sent straight from his genitals to his brain.

The orgasm subsided and vision returned to Casey, darkness, all but a street light was dark, reality still could not sink in, his back no longer arching and hips no longer thrust into this sexy and hot young girl still pressed against the fence shuddering for reasons of her own, his muscles hurt as he unclenched them, his ass cheeks no longer pushing his hips into the girl, he let go of her and collapsed feeling joints over used protesting the sudden pause in action, his genitals pleasurably punishing him for their over use, penis still pumping at entirely random intervals it’s contents spent now only reacting to the coolness of air and a slight breeze as he slumped against the concrete of the footpath.

Ema was still standing, she herself was leaning against the fence, mixed feelings coursing through her, finally being able to concentrate on things other than holding Casey back from release and drawing out his soul through his actions of sex, she concentrated instead on her own body reacting to all it had received from him, she was full from his efforts and could feel it inside her as a body well suited for the task began absorbing the essence it had extracted just a moment ago. It was pleasure all over for her, a glow that filled her and warmed her, giving her sudden and random bouts of energy and an overwhelming sense of being connected to life, it was some thing meant to be savored and just like a full stomach after a long but well sitting meal she was satiated and satisfied, small shivers ran up her spine as she absorbed more of it, muscles inside her own body rolled it around inside her passages, once used for reproduction now converted to absorb every last drop of life from a persons soul.

Casey was spent, almost lifeless as he looked up at the girl he had just raped, still up against the fence and panting, he felt dizzy, lightheaded and unable to speak but he was able to think and wonder. She was shivering, her pussy was clenching and small drops of white fluid were dripping out, almost like being discarded, her tight dress was still hiked up above her ass and her eye’s were closed as though she were still focusing on some thing, Casey had this sudden feeling of energy loss and he passed out, cock still out of his fly lying on the concrete.