Oct 14 2013

Acceptance – Part V By TeraS

And the other shoe drops before things might go too far…



Acceptance – Part V

By TeraS


Joseph was still wrapped in the blanket as he held her wrist. He did not hurt her, but there was an air of disappointment in his voice: “What do you mean that it is what he expects?”

“Exactly what I said.”

He shook his head slightly then let go, his hand moving back underneath the blankets again. “I put my trust in you.”

She took hold of one of the blankets, drawing it around herself, trying to overcome the chill of the air around them: “I know. I put mine in you.”

There was a long moment, she couldn’t quite see his expression in the darkness, but she could feel the tension in him.

“Why did you give yourself up? It isn’t what she wanted.”

“She wanted you home. We both do. This was the only way, in the end, to make that possible.”

She placed her free hand over the bracelet that he wore. As her fingers touched it she felt the marks of where someone, or something, had tried to remove it. “What have they done to you?”

“Not important. I want to know why you have abandoned her.”

She patted his wrist twice: “It is what he expects.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Yes … Yes I do.”

A moment passed, he unsure of what she meant, she trying to control herself. Then she pulled back some of the blankets to reveal him fully. The gasp was heartfelt when she saw the marks on his body, felt the hurt that had been done to him.

“What … did … he … do?”

He sighed: “He wants … everything. He wants me to abandon her, to do what he wants. Then, he thinks, he will have her as well.”

“That is not an answer, Joseph. Tell me what he did.”

“I’ll survive. He didn’t break me. But now he has you, and he’ll use you to get to me … and to her. You never should have come here.”

She wrapped the blankets around them both: “There is no place I would rather be.”

“Are you sure?”

“It is …”

“… what he expects?”


He didn’t press the issue, even though the questions he had weren’t answered as they huddled there in the cold, waiting for the morning to arrive. When the light of day came, it didn’t help illuminate their prison very much. In spite of this, he woke to see her standing at the gate to their cage, looking off into the distance, her bareness quite evident to him. “Did he always make you dress like that?”

She turned and nodded, “All of the time, really.”

He pushed the blankets off himself and then walked over to her: “He’s not a kind man, you know.”

“No, he is not.”

She seemed to pause, as if considering something, then continued: “Joseph, whatever happens, promise you will not interfere.”

“Even if he …”

“Especially if he does. I am expecting he will.”

“Why did you come here? Did she tell you to?”

A short chuckle, “Oh, no … She gave me the idea but she did not make me do anything.”

They heard the steel door open and he entered with several of his henchmen. Joseph moved to place himself in front of her, but a touch of her hand on his arm stopped him, leaving her next to the cage door, he behind her.

“Did you enjoy your night?”

“It was fine, sir.”

“I did not address you. Remember your place.”

Her reply was to drop to her knees and look at the floor in silence.

“Again, did you enjoy your night?”

Joseph’s reply was to say … nothing.

“You will answer or she will suffer because of you.”

It was a short, blunt answer: “No.”

“Your stubbornness is impressive, but it won’t help you. She won’t help you. She has no idea where you are.”

She spoke, still looking at the floor, “Will you keep your word, sir? Please let him go. You have what you want.”

“I have some of what I want. I have you. I have him. Next I will break you both to obey, and then she will be mine as well.”

At those words one of the thugs opened the gate and they were taken from their prison forcibly. She did not resist, he did a bit, but not as much as he had in the past, for her sake. As they were taken to the entranceway, once again, unnoticed, she looked at the markings on the wall until they turned away from the steel door that opened to the outside world and into a smaller chamber off to the side.

She was dumped without ceremony to the side of a steel chair that was bolted to the floor. As she watched, Joseph was none too gently thrown onto the chair and then strapped into it.

Getting to her knees, she continued to look downwards, seeing only the shoes of the men in the room as they hustled about her.

“Now then, Joseph, you will call me Master and you will obey me. Or …”

The threat was clear, he didn’t need to say the words to get his point across.

“She is yours now. You have her.”

“That I do.”

She heard him walk over to her, place a hand into her hair and forced her to look at him: “You always were a good fucktoy. Play with him.”

“Yes, sir.”

She stood up and walked towards Joseph, her hands tracing over her body lightly. Their eyes met and she could plainly see that he didn’t want her. There was but one in his thoughts whom he loved … and knowing that made it easier for her …

As she traced her fingertips over her thighs, her nails turned pink, unnoticed by any in the room. She stopped in front of him, straddling his legs, looking into his eyes. Joseph started to ask her to stop, tell her that he would take whatever punishment they doled out, but she placed a fingertip over his lips and shook her head slightly.

Then she was bent over at her waist, one hand wrapped around his length and stroking him … slowly … lovingly … familiarly …

She had positioned herself between Joseph and the others in the room, her long boots drawing their eyes towards her heart shaped rear, one hand playing between her thighs, teasing at her sex and holding their attention, the flashing of her pink nails hypnotic as they danced there.

Her pink tongue darted out and stroked against the tender part of him and he stifled a moan. He looked down towards her, meaning again to beg her to stop for both of their sakes, but then she looked into his eyes and, as he watched …

… her lips turned a familiar shade of pink.

It couldn’t be … But the smile from those lips and then the feeling of her lips tightly wrapped around his shaft in that one way that only she could do convinced him … and he shuddered in relief.

Her hips moved from side to side in a rhythmic motion, holding the attention of those in the room as Joseph moaned and whimpered in need. Her touch long missed, her desire for him and he for her being rekindled from embers into a roaring fire once more. As they both spiraled upwards in their desires, her own powers built and grew, flooding the room with her scent … bubblegum. It seeped into all in the room, into everyone, her control over them all ensnaring their thoughts and pulling from them their desires and wants.

Each, save for Joseph, had their way with the naked brunette in their minds, doing things that were their fantasies … But Joseph tilted back in the chair, shuddering as she pulled from his length leaving a pink lipstick ring around his shaft … the same colour as the bracelet that he wore—and which was now gleamingly pink and perfect as the day he first gladly gave her the honour …

She looked up with pink eyes that he knew so well, “Cum for me Joseph … Cum for me …”

As he came, one word escaped his lips: “Mistress …”

The others in the room were still frozen, entranced with what had happened, off in their own little fantasies that she had planted in each of their minds, and they were far too slow to react to what happened next … exactly as she had hoped.

She spun around as she came to her feet, her hair turning pink, a pair of pink horns and a heart-tipped tail rising into the air behind her, the collar around her throat vanishing in a puff of smoke, along with the boots he had given her, her body shimmering for an instant, Celeste’s shape giving way to Sheryl’s form … Her eyes glowed bright pink as she stared at the two henchman and purred, “Thanks for cumming, boys … Nite nite …” The henchmen fell to the floor drained, their energy spent and taken from them, no longer a threat to her—not that they ever truly were, but she couldn’t take the chance with Joseph there.

He, however, was standing there frozen, staring at her in disbelief, his fantasy of her being his, controlled by him … gone.

She smiled almost wolfishly as she approached him … “Not what you expected?”

He didn’t answer as she closed the distance between them, rolling her hips as she placed one foot perfectly in front of the other, her powers enveloping him further. His thoughts slowing … emptying … leaving only the thought of looking into her eyes and listening to her words …

She paused, for a moment, then snapped her fingers and he was stripped bare to her … mind, body and soul.

“You’ve had your fun for long enough. Now let me show you what power really is …”


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  1. avatar

    I wonder what Sheryl would have done had He kept his promise?

  2. avatar

    That was actually really cool! Everyone knows that succubi can shapeshift but it feels like a lot of stories never use it for anything but sexy time. I always appreciate it when people can make creative use of their powers.

  3. avatar

    Perhaps that is something I should have done my heart, but Sheryl would’t go with that I think…


  4. avatar

    Sometime I will be able to write the scene in that I want to have happen… It was, perhaps, a little too quick…


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