Kristine Lichtlider’s I, DEMON SLAVE
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(Description)
Empusa, an Erinyes, is a creature of passion and lust who must grab the soul of an Earther to serve the demon’s war against the Seraphim. The Earther is more than he seems, at times harsh, others gentle. She takes his virginity and easily ensnares his heart. What she didn’t count on is the reverse would also come true, waking her long dormant heart to her submissive desires.
(Excerpt)
There's a sensation of moving through mud, like my body is both infinitely heavy and weightless all at once. Then I'm thrust out the other side, taking in the differences of Earth; The slightly higher gravity, the lack of ash in the air you breathe.
And the cold. I cover up my naked form with my arms and wings, shivering.
The robed figure stands stunned. I do believe he's stopped breathing. Slowly I unfurl my wings and do my best to look impressive. I'm standing on a pentagram drawn with ram's blood. Only ram's blood will do, because of some loophole in demonic law. As long as I'm in the pentagram, I'm technically under his power. I have to answer any questions he has, and use my powers to the best of my ability at his command. However, there's not much one can do within a circle, and here lies the con of demonic summoning.
The summoner thinks he is in control, and can make pacts with the demons he summons. However, these pacts are open to interpretation, often to the detriment of the foolish mortal who made them. Once, for example, a soldier summoned a Baalor to 'watch his back' in combat. The Baalor did just that—he watched while his back was stabbed three times.
However, I've been instructed to play it straight with this boy. Man, really, I see as he doffs his hood. I'm faced with a handsome, high cheek-boned specimen of adulthood. Even beneath his robe—which is of authentic goat's fur, I note—I can tell he's physically fit. That, combined with him being rich should make him too busy with the ladies to bother with something as involved as demonic summoning.
“Who has summoned Empusa, Mistress of Hell?”
“I, Ron Williams, Master sorcerer, have summoned thee,” he says, waving his arms. “I beseech thee and command thee to bend thy demonic might for my will.”
“Look, son, you don't have to talk like that,” I say, suppressing a giggle.
“I—uh, of course I don't!” He points his finger at me. “I would make pact with you, demon!”
“Ah, yes, a pact.” I lean forward, leering at him, until I come close to the invisible barrier separating us. It glows a dull red. “And what are the terms of this pact?”
Smugly, he withdraws a scroll from inside the robe.
“I, Ron son of Job, hereby immediately and for a period of no more than one hundred years, bind this demon as my slave. She will obey me in all things, and serve me in all things.”
The scroll bursts into flames, which I don't think he was expecting. I'm laughing hysterically while he runs about his living room, waving the burning sleeves of his robes. Finally he drags the garment off and tosses it into his bathtub.
“Stop laughing at me,” he says. I stop, though I still snicker. “Come out of the pentagram.”
“I cannot appear on Earth in my True Form. I must needs adopt a mortal form.”
“Then adopt one.”
“So be it.”
I close my eyes and imagine myself as I appear in my true form. Slowly, I make changes, taking away my horns, my wings, and my hooves, straightening my legs, and lightening my skin. Then I say the word of power, and I am transformed.
I look much like I did when I died at the tender age of 22—except, of course, that I'm naked. As I step over the line of blood, I can see him licking his lips as he examines my body.
“Does it meet with Master's approval?”
He flinches like I've struck him. Swallowing, he looks squarely at my breasts and then my eyes.
“What did you just call me?”
“Master.”
He closes his eyes tightly.
“Say that again.”
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Kinky Erotica
If you enjoyed ‘Kidnapped Debutante in Bondage Hell’, and like extra-kinky BDSM themed erotica, then you will also want to read ‘The Incredible Sextons’ which features helpless Tim. He floated while Tina removed his costume. She crouched behind him to pull his trousers down, slapping his bare ass as soon as it was exposed.... ‘The Incredible Sextons’ is available at Lot’s Cave now, your Family Exotica eBook source.
Kristine Lichtlider’s THE INCREDBLE SEXTONS
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(Description)
The Sextons: America's First Family, staunchest protectors and most-loved philanthropists. Led by Doctor Thaddeus Sexton, PhD, they have delved into myriad mysteries and tangled with power mad despots ever since the experimental rocket carrying them to the Moon was bombarded with cosmic radiation during a freak solar storm.
Dr. Sexton gained mastery of Electromagnetism, allowing him to perform wondrous feats and control technology. His wife, the beautiful Sara Sexton, now has the ability to control Gravity, the most powerful of the fundamental forces.
Their twins, Todd and Tina Sexton, each control their own powers. Tina has the power to manipulate the Strong force that holds atoms together, while Todd controls the Weak force that pulls them apart. The Sexton's ability to control the fundamental forces of the universe, as well as Dr. Sexton's genius, have allowed them to triumph over every villain they've ever faced.
(Excerpt)
Lena Payne angrily clicked away the window containing the press release about the Sexton Family. It was just like all the rest she had seen; Pure candy-coated softball propaganda. Despite the fact that they lived in the public eye, there was much about America's super powered family that remained enigma.
“Still chasing the Pulitzer, Payne?”
Lena turned to regard the mild-mannered, bespectacled man looming over her. A smart three piece suit adorned his stocky form. He pushed up his glasses as he scanned the screen in front of her.
“You know it, Mark. I tell you, there's something fishy about the Sextons.”
“Like what? That they never ask for any reward after they've saved the world?”
Lena sneered at him. At times he was so smug and self-satisfied it drove her insane.
“They don't need money. They have sponsors, not to mention like a thousand patents that Dr. Sexton has trademarked.”
“Why don't you like the Sextons? Everyone likes the Sextons.”
Lena sighed, stretching out in her chair and staring at the vaulted ceiling. They were in the top floor offices of The Daily Sun, some thirty stories above the streets of Champion City. She felt Mark's eyes running up and down her and sighed again.
Mark had good reason to stare. Lena cut a stylish and lithe figure in her silk skirt suit. Wavy dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in thick tresses. Piercing blue eyes hovered in a face that was both pretty and intimidating.
“I'm just saying, that if Dr. Sexton is so damn smart, why isn't there a cure for cancer? Why do we still have people living in poverty? I'm sorry, but all it seems the Sextons do is fight costumed bad guys and do massive property damage while they're at it.”
“Someone has to fight the costumed baddies,” said Mark with a shrug.
“Yes, Mark, but there weren't any costumed villains before the Sextons showed up. Now ever two bit disgruntled scientist with a death ray can throw on a pair of tights and count on a great deal of publicity when the Sextons show up to clean his clock.”
Lena started packing up her phone into her purse, and Mark grinned.
“I know that look...you're going snooping.”
“It's my duty to get the scoop.”
“Is it also your duty to trespass?”
/> “Shut up, Mark.” Lena clopped away on her high heels. Riding the elevator down to the below ground garage, she spruced up her cosmetics using the mirrored walls.
Her car was a sleek sporty import, cherry red and filled with GPS, hands free cell, and other doodads. It rumbled to life and carried her nimbly through the streets of the city. It was a weeknight, and most of the hard working citizens had gone to bed long ago.
Looming over the other skyscrapers was Sexton Spire. It looked like a steel needle stark against the more conventional buildings. Lena had been here before, but had never been able to get past the doorman. Dr. Sexton used only robots for this task, and they were notoriously hard to sucker. They also had no appreciation of how good she looked in a slit skirt.
This time, as she circled around, she saw an opportunity. The rear bay doors of the ground floor were wide open, and a two man crew was power-washing the oil-stains out of the concrete floor. With the noise and distraction, she easily slipped past them.
“Now for the real scoop,” she whispered to herself, extracting her digital camera.
* * * *
Meanwhile, the Incredible Sextons were just getting home from a mission in deep space. Dr. Sexton piloted the Sextspeed, their custom high altitude hovercraft. Like most of their vehicles, it was covered bumper to bumper in sponsor stickers.
“You're quiet tonight, dear,” said the woman to his left. Dr. Sexton turned to smile at his wife. Sara was a short but stacked blonde. Despite being forty and having had two children her figure was in phenomenal shape. Her firm, full breasts strained against her purple spandex costume. Thick, sensuous lips adorned a face still lovely despite a few laugh lines and crow's feet.
“Just thinking about that fourth dimensional harmonic destabilizer the Argonians were using,” he said quickly. “If we can boost the power output by 2 on the Kelvin scale I think-”
“Sorry I asked,” said Sara, laughing. She turned her head to look in the back seat. “How are you kids holding up?”
“Just great, Mom,” said Tina, busily tapping away at her phone.
“I'm worried,” said Tim, tugging at the collar of his costume.
“What else is new?” Tina shook her head, looking over at her twin long enough to sneer. “Might as well have had a sister.”
“Be nice, kids,” said Sara. Tim and Tina both had the dark hair and brown eyes of their father, but they had the fuller lips and pointed chins of her side of the family. Tina kept her hair in two pigtails despite the fact she was well over eighteen. Both of them had slim, athletic bodies that were pleasing to the eye in their skintight spandex.
Tim usually followed his more assertive sister's lead, even though she ridiculed him for it. Sara turned back to regard her husband. He was classically handsome, with a square jaw and broad shoulders. Despite being close to fifty he kept himself in peak physical condition. He almost had to, since the costumes he designed were composed of spandex.
Dr. Sexton parked the Sextspeed on a custom pad which sank into the ceiling as soon as they had touched down. A glass dome closed overhead and he depressurized the cabin.
“Mission briefings in ten minutes,” said Dr. Sexton.
“Thad...” Sara sighed. “It's late and we just got back to Earth. The kids need to get their rest.”
“Right.” Dr. Sexton nodded his agreement “I can use the extra time tonight to work on my Parabolic submarine for the military.”
Sara rolled her eyes. Always off on a new project, or wanting to see what was on the other side of a planetoid, that was her husband.
“You two,” she said, addressing her children “straight to bed! We have a big day tomorrow and I won't tolerate any funny business. Clear?”
“Yes, Mother,” said Tim with a devoted smile.
“Yeah, whatever,” said Tina, not even looking up from her phone.
Tim and Tina headed back to their quarters. His room was adjacent to her own, being right across the hall.
“Boy, mom sure was pissed that Dad ran off to the lab,” he said. “Think she wanted to play around with him a little?”
“I don't know about her,” said Tina, turning to face her brother “but I sure could use some play time...”
“Stop it!” Tim smacked her hand away when she grabbed his crotch. “Mom said straight to bed! You know what she'll do if we get caught.”
“So?” Tina moved in close to him, running her hand over his chest. He swallowed hard at her nearness, her sweet perfumed scent. “Are you always a good little boy who does what he's told? We're eighteen; She has no business telling us to go to bed!”
“C'mon, Tina,” he said, hands opening and closing on either side of her as she pressed her soft lips to his neck. “This isn't...we're going to get in trouble...”
“That's it,” she said with a snarl. Tina's eyes narrowed as she enacted her power. Tim stiffened, eyes widening in shock as he realized he couldn't move. “I'm gonna get me some cock, god damnit!”
Tim floated behind her, constrained within her energy field. Once they were inside her room, the door slid shut with finality. Helpless, he floated while she removed his costume. She crouched behind him to pull his trousers down, slapping his bare ass as soon as it was exposed.
“Pretty good control, right bro?” She giggled. “I can lower the field around any part of your body...”
He groaned, his frozen jaw unable to move, as she grabbed his engorged cock and gave it a few lingering strokes.
“God, you're almost ready to come,” she said, releasing him with a sigh. “God, you're such a pussy. I think you should look like one.”
Tim felt rising panic. When she went to her closet and selected a schoolgirl uniform, his heart started hammering. There was nothing he could do; his own power was canceled by hers. He had to allow her to dress him in the pleated skirt and sailor top.
The makeup was an even worse indignity. Tim kept his hair about the same length as hers, and she soon did it up in pigtails as well. Tina selected one of her own G-strings and slid it up his thighs.
“This keeps getting in the way, for now,” she said, fondling his member through the silk. Using a length of rope, she tied a loop around his shaft and then wrapped it around his waist. He was now painfully erect but trapped against his own belly.
“Don't you look cute,” she said, pulling his arms behind him. “Getting tiresome using my power. Good thing I keep a few of dad's things around.”
She used a leather single glove to bind him securely. He felt his mouth open as she expertly manipulated the field, and could not resist as a red rubber ball gag was thrust into his mouth.
“Aww, you're so pretty when you're mad,” she said, releasing him from the field. His feet hit the floor and stamped in frustration. Tina's eyes narrowed. “Don't be a pissy little bitch. You know what pissy little bitches get, don't you sis?”
Tim shook his head rapidly even as she picked up the enormous strap on and secured it to her pelvis. “Gonna fuck you raw like the little bitch you are.”
He whimpered as she pushed him over the edge of the bed. His skirt was pulled up, panties pulled down, and then the massive head of the dildo was pressing against his dark star.
“Don't worry,” she said, spitting on the tip. “I lubed it up this time.”
Tim howled behind the gag as she drove the shaft inside him.
“You like that, don't you bitch?” Tina thrust her hips into his, grabbing his skirt for leverage. “You wanna act like a little bitch I'm gonna treat you like a little bitch...”
“Tina Jessica Parker Sexton!”
Tina rapidly disengaged from her brother, turning with red cheeks to regard her mother.
“Mom?” She swallowed hard. “It's not...I mean, he made me do it!”
“Tim, how many times do I have to tell you not to dress up like a girl and make your sister bang you with a strap on?”
Tim shook his head, but of course his mother didn't care to listen to his muffled protests. As usual.
/>
“Just wait until your father hears about this,” she said, picking up her communicator.
* * * *
We pick up with Dr. Sexton just a few minutes prior to his wife's rather important call.
Chuckling, Dr. Sexton put down his pipe and watched the dark haired woman trip one security alarm after another. He was amusing himself by keeping the more active measures suppressed, because she was quite the lovely specimen. One of his monitors had a great view of her rear as she crawled under a table to pick up a grocery receipt. Yes, that would make for great copy on the news. The Sextons like to eat hummus.
He was just about to notify one of his security bots to escort her off the premises when she did something he did not expect. She jimmied open a ventilation duct and crawled inside. It wasn't that he didn't have security measures in place; It was that they were designed for four legged members of the rodentia family.
Dr. Sexton doffed his lab coat and took off at a run toward the kitchen. When his communicator went off, he answered it without slowing his pace.
“What is it dear? Have you noticed our intruder as well?”
“We have an intruder?”
“Not anything serious. Just a snoopy reporter who was intellectually deficient enough to crawl into our ductworks. I imagine when her hand comes down on top of a spring-loaded rat trap she'll come out quickly enough. What's wrong? You sound angry.”
“You will not believe what your children were up to just now.”
Dr. Sexton slowed to a halt, changed direction, and walked slowly toward his children's bedrooms.
“Again?”
“Again. Are you sure that when we went through that black hole in Omega-7 it didn't make him kind of...funny?”
“I'm certain, dear. Do you want to handle it?”
“I'll discipline Tim, you handle Tina. And DON'T let her sweet talk you out of it.”
“Right. I'll be there moment—”
Dr. Sexton enacted his Electromagnetism, using it to open a temporary wormhole to the hallway outside of his children's rooms. He stepped through mid-sentence, arriving in a split second.
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