Dec 03 2010

When you are a Lost Girl and a Succubus, you walk the line…

Something that has always bothered me a bit about the Lost Girl television series has been what exactly, other than the obvious, is the different between the Light and Dark Fae. It’s seemed to me that the Light are as bad and the Dark and vice versa. So if that is true, why have sides in the first place? Moreover, why are there no Light Fae Succubi to be seen?

Episode eleven of the Lost Girl TV series was this week. Vex returns to threaten Bo, Kenzi meets a new friend, Dyson’s past is revealed a bit to us, and Trick shows that he is not to be trifled with…

Again, I will be posting thoughts every Friday of the week after an episode of Lost Girl is shown. I will be adding the individual episodes to the SuccuWiki somewhat sooner than that, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles as that is what the Tale is for….

Dyson and Bo come to realize that the only justice in their world is…

Faetal Justice

The episode begins at a nightclub called Carpe Noctem where we see Dyson (Kristen Holden-Reid) confronting a Dark Fae named Ba’al (Karl Campbell). The pair get into an argument and Dyson threatens Ba’al as Vex (Paul Amos) appears to taunt Dyson that since his is in a Dark Fae bar they would be in their right to kill him should be attack. Dyson considers for a moment and then leaves. We then switch to Bo (Anna Silk) and Kenzi’s  (Ksenia Solo) place were the pair are attempting to cook something for dinner. Kenzi claiming that she can cook and did so during a scam she once ran for a month as a high society caterer. Their talk turns to the things they don’t know about the people close to them and, eventually, wondering about Dyson’s past. They eventually get to the point to try Kenzi’s cooking, find it awful, and decide to make grilled cheese instead. Back at the Carpe Noctem, Ba’al leaves the club, walks around a corner and then is attacked by a white wolf that kills him.

After the opening credits we return to see Dyson unconscious and covered in blood. He awakes and sees the dead body of Ba’al beside him and growls. Leaving Dyson for the moment, we are next in Trick’s bar as Bo and Kenzi try to get some information about Dyson’s past from Trick. We learn that Dyson had been in Spain as well as Iceland in the past, and that he had not always been a cop. Trick questions Bo as to why she is asking all these questions about Dyson and she tells him that she wants to know more about someone she is intimate with. Trick replies that the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” isn’t just a saying. Then Dyson appears and claims sanctuary from Trick, which he gives and moments later the bar is empty save for Trick, Bo, Kenzi and Dyson. He then receives a phone call from Hale (K. C. Collins) who tells him that people are looking for him because they have found the body of Ba’al and there are witnesses that claim Dyson was threatening Ba’al less than an hour before. Dyson also tells Hale that he has no memory of what happened for several hours before. Hale replies that The Ash wants Dyson to turn himself in so that the Light Fae can hand him over to The Morrigan and the Dark Fae to have their justice served on him. That justice meaning his death.

Bo tells Dyson that she will figure out what happened, but is shocked when Dyson tells her that Ba’al was close to Vex and that Vex returned to the city a few weeks before. Regardless of that threat, Bo and Kenzi decide to press on and try to solve this mystery before it is too late. Bo then asks Trick for the Siracon that she used in the episode Vexed to combat Vex’s powers. Trick tells her that it was confiscated by The Ash as a restricted weapon and he no longer has it. Bo and Kenzi then leave Trick’s bar on the hunt for an answer.

We return to find Hale, Bo and Kenzi in Hale’s office discussing what happened to Dyson. The Morrigan sent evidence to Hale who sent it on to Lauren (Zoie Palmer) to be examined. He also tells Bo that there are three witnesses to what happened between Dyson and Ba’al. Those three being Vex, a Dark Fae bartender named Silas (Daniel Kash) and a human Goth girl named Portia (Holly Deveaux). Bo and Kenzi then leave but not before Hale tells her that he will be watched by the Light and Dark Fae since he is a friend of Dyson’s, but he will have Dyson’s back in all of this.

Bo and Kenzi go to the Carpe Noctem and begin to have a look around hoping to find some clues about what happened there. The first person they meet is Silas who is tending bar when they arrive there. They talk for a short time and Silas says that Dyson clearly threatened Ba’al and so he must be guilty. Bo wants to ask more questions, but Vex arrives and her attention turns to him. Vex taunts Bo with the information that Ba’al was important to him, that there was a story between Ba’al and Dyson in the past and that Dyson had a motive to kill him. When Bo tries to leave, Vex attempts to convince Bo that it would be a good thing to be on the side of the Dark Fae as she could feed whenever she wanted and be as powerful as she wanted to be. Bo pushes him away, as does Kenzi. They decide that Kenzi will circulate through the Carpe Noctem, looking for Portia, while Bo returns to see Dyson and get some more information from him.

Bo arrives back at Trick’s bar and sees Dyson. She then has a good look at the tattoos that he has on his body and discovers that they are written in the Lycanthrope language which is used by both the Light and Dark wolf-shifting Fae. Bo tells him that Vex said he had a reason to kill Ba’al and Dyson explains what happened between them. It turns out that years before there had been a series of murders taking place in the city and that Redcaps were involved. These being a group of Fae that use human blood to dye their hats red. He explains that he found Ba’al and tried to get some justice from him, but Ba’al attacked Dyson with a silver blade and he almost bled to death. In the end, it was seen as a unsanctioned attempt and Ba’al attack was classed as being in self-defense. Bo promises that she will solve this for him and they will get justice. Then, as they embrace, The Morrigan (Emmanuelle Vaugier) arrives with two thugs looking to take Dyson from Trick’s bar. When they refuse, she attempts to take Dyson by force. Dyson and Bo attempt to resist her and her thugs, and are almost defeated, when Trick aims a shotgun loaded with iron and silver at The Morrigan’s thugs. She laughingly tells Trick that his resistance will not work and she will have her way with Dyson eventually. However, she does leave, her wishes for the moment unfulfilled.

Next we see Dyson telling Trick and Bo that no one else should become the target of The Morrigan because of him. Bo tells him that he cannot leave the bar because he will be taken as soon as he does. Eventually Dyson agrees to stay and Bo leaves. But before she does, Trick tells her to remember that Vex can get into her mind, but she can get into his as well. After she leaves, Dyson asks Trick about a Fae called a Kirin. Trick answers that he knows that they can get into a person’s mind and find lost memories, and that they are dangerous. After some discussion, Trick agrees to locate a trust worthy one for Dyson in order to attempt to find the memories he has lost.

Kenzi meanwhile continues her search in the Carpe Noctem for Portia, meeting a goth guy and having a talk with him before seeing Portia at the bar and moving towards her. At the same time, Bo is talking with Hale about Dyson and learns that he was a Stone Warrior until the last fifty years when he took on the role of a Detective. Bo also learns that Dyson has a lot of enemies from his past and that there is no evidence of what happened between the time that Dyson left his office and waking up in the alley save for what they have. Then Lauren arrives with her report for Hale on the evidence that The Morrigan provided. She and Bo have an awkward moment and Hale asks if something is going on. They both say no and Hale drops the question for the moment. Lauren then shows the evidence she was given. The bite marks are from a canine and she is still waiting for DNA evidence to see if Dyson’s is there, but she has little else. After Bo complains that Lauren has too many hopes in her evidence, Lauren leaves obviously upset with Bo’s attitude and reaction towards her.Hale then tells Bo that he was worried about Dyson getting too involved with her at first, but now believes that she is “the real thing.” Bo then leaves to try and get more information from someone that might help her.

At the Carpe Noctem, Kenzi hooks up with Portia and has a long talk with her, the two of them bonding together as that happens. She finds out something of Portia’s past and they share stories with each other. Kenzi talks about the killing and Portia tells her what she saw, that Dyson left the bar, Ba’al left the bar, and then a big wolf killed Ba’al.

The Ash appears at Trick’s Bar and tells Trick that his concern is Dyson’s welfare to which Trick replies that Dyson will not turn himself over to the Dark for The Ash’s sake. The Ash tells him that fighting what is happening will only bring the two sides closer to war. The Ash then warns Trick that his strange power will be threatened to which he answers that The Ash should be very sure of his own position before threatening someone else. The Ash repliea, “That was the wrong answer.” and then leaves.

Next we see Portia meeting Bo with Kenzi and they ask her further questions about what happened, but get nowhere further. Eventually Bo decides to go into the Carpe Noctem and face Vex while Kenzi takes Portia back to their home for the night as she has no where and no one to go to. They leave, Bo enters the Carpe Noctem and finds Silas and finds out that his does not like Vex at all, but gets little else from him. Bo then leaves, but begins to act oddly as if she is having an orgasm in the middle of the dance floor. Vex then appears beside her and it is obvious that he is using his powers on her. Bo attempts to fight back by using her powers on him in return and they seem to come to a stalemate for a time before Vex gains the upper hand. He however notices that everyone is looking at him and Bo and sets Bo free as there are too many witnesses to what was happening.

At Trick’s Bar, the Kirin has arrived to scan Dyson’s memories. Dyson is warned that the process will be like “someone pouring battery acid in your skull.” Dyson tells him to do it and the pair scream in pain as the memories of the past are touched. The one that appears is Dyson taking a phone call just before he left his office and then the memory abruptly ends there. He is then told that there is nothing else, that everything is simply wiped away and does not exist, and cannot be recovered. And someone is responsible for that.

Portia and Kenzi meanwhile are at Bo’s place talking about various things. The topic comes up about Vex, who Portia says is nice, and Silas, who looks after her. Kenzi notices a bracelet Portia is wearing and Portia says that it was Silas’. She then asks if she can crash on the sofa and removes her top. Kenzi then sees that Portia’s back is covered in welts and many marks that look like knife cuts or worse.

Bo returns to Dyson convinced that Vex is responsible for everything that has happened. Dhyson tells Bo that he got a bit of information back and that the last thing he remembers is taking a phone call at his office. Bo calls Hale and he tells her that the call came from an art dealer in the city named Lyle Harrison (Rob Stewart) and Bo leaves to find him and see what he knows. Kenzie returns to the apartment with some medicine for Portia’s back, but she has left in the meantime. Bo finds Lyle and by using her power on him, discovers that he is sexually aroused by pain. She learns through him that beneath Vex’s place there is a dungeon that special VIPs use to fulfill those fantasies. He tells of a girl with pink hair that Ba’al killed, apparently that being the way that they got rid of them when the VIPs got bored. Bo almost takes Lyle’s life by feeding on him, but instead warns him that if he does this again she will take it and leaves.

She then calls Hale and gives him the information she has gotten and discovers that the girl with pink hair that was killed was a Light Fae. Hale puts out the theory that maybe that is the reason that Dyson killed Ba’al but Bo believes that it isn’t as Dyson could have easily just told the Dark Fae elders about it and they would have punished Ba’al for doing so.

Trick is on the phone in the meantime attempting to get support for when the time comes for Dyson to be judged. The person on the other end of the phone refuses and Trick tells them that they are done. Dyson tells Trick not to throw away his friendships for him. Trick replies that it is a good time to know who his friends really are. Dyson then leaves deciding that he will not wait any longer. Bo finds Kenzi at home and Kenzi tells her about Portia’s wounds and that she cannot remember how they happened. They then leave for Vex’s place. Dyson in the meantime arrives there and sees that the doorway to the lower level is open and investigates. He finds Vex there and confronts him, but it is a trap set by The Morrigan and he is captured and taken away for punishment by Vex, The Morrigan and her thugs.

Bo and Kenzi arrive next and head downstairs as Dyson is seen chained to the ceiling. He says that he remembers nothing about what happened, but The Morrigan doesn’t care about that and only wants to know about what Dyson knows about Bo. Dyson tells her to ask Vex about Bo but he admits that he knows nothing about her. Dyson tells The Morrigan that she knows as much as Bo does, but The Morrigan replies that she knows that Dyson knows more than he is admitting to. Vex then takes a red hot poker to Dyson’s back and begins to burn him with it. At that moment, Bo and Kenzi find Portia locked away in a room nearby and free her from from it. Bo then sees the bracelet that Portia is wearing and recognizes the writing as being Lycanthrope, this telling Bo who is responsible for killing Ba’al.

The Morrigan meanwhile is getting bored with Dyson’s refusal to talk and tells Vex to finish him. However, before that can happen, Bo and Kenzi arrive, Bo grabs the poker and holds it to The Morrigan’s throat, threatening her life. Bo then reveals that Silas was the murderer to everyone there. Kenzi then explains what actually happened that night. Silas was in love with Portia and when he saw Dyson threatened Ba’al he took the opportunity to give Dyson a drink that would wipe his memory. When Dyson left, Silas knocked him out in the alleyway and waiting for Ba’al to leave. When that happened Silas shapeshifted into his wolf form and killed Ba’al leaving Dyson beside the body as evidence, Silas then asked Portia to lie that she had seen Dyson kill Ba’al. Portia then arrives and tells Silas that she hadn’t told anyone about what happened. Vex asks why they would let them all leave and Bo tells him that Hale knows what is going on and that if they don’t get out alive that The Morrigan, Vex and the rest will be seen as part of the pink haired Fae girl’s death, thus starting the war they are so afraid of. Kenzi leads Portia out of the dungeon with Bo and Dyson following behind them. The last we see of Silas is Vex holding him with The Morrigan watching.

The end of the episode begins with Bo, Dyson and Trick at the bar when The Ash arrives to tell them that the Dark Fae have dropped all charges against him and that it seems that the Dark found the murderer in their own ranks. Bo comments that The Ash being there is ruining a celebration to which The Ash tells Trick that what he did foretells of a bigger conflict between them in the future. Trick’s answer is, “Was there any doubt?” The Ash answers, “I suppose not.” and then leaves. Dyson thanks Trick for what he did and Trick tells him not to make it a regular occurrence. Dyson agrees and then touch forearms as Dyson says, “On my honour.”

Kenzi and Portia are at the apartment and Portia tells Kenzi that she has found a job and a place to live, getting herself off the street. Kenzi makes her promise to call regularly and the two new friends separate each on their own paths to their futures.

The last scene is Bo and Dyson talking with each other, Dyson telling Bo that she is the one person that he has not thanked properly. Bo tells him that she didn’t need to ask all of the question she had about him, she knows him now. Dyson tells her the same. The last image is of Bo and Dyson in each other’s arms kissing, Bo not feeding, and having a smile on her face.

Fade to black…

Firstly, the bad of the episode. I do not like the way they portray The Morrigan. It bothers me that a being, who is at the head of her clan, would act so flippantly. It distracts from who she is first of all and secondly, what she is capable of. The almost valley girl speech patterns and close to not caring attitude at times is really becoming grating. I would give just about anything for her to act like a being of power and status rather than an insolent child which, to be honest, she reminds me of.

The other end of that spectrum, The Ash, honestly isn’t that much better. Much too formal and stiff in his actions and words for my liking as well. It strikes me that, save for one moment in the series so far, he has shown little emotion. That doesn’t make sense to me and, honestly, i think that the actor in the role is not taking his abilities and stretching them to their fullest.

I am hoping that for the season finale that these two characters are taken to a level that they should be at. If they are the ultimate say in their worlds, then they should both act like it.

The other thing that bothered me a bit was what was going on beneath Vex’s place. I pause to call it what I think it is, but I never have liked pain and suffering, so that part of the storyline was nothing I was really interested in, and when Bo played rough with Lyle, that really didn’t do a thing for me.

The last thing that bothers me are the two henchmen that The Morrigan brings to Trick’s place. We see them using their powers, but we don’t know what they are. It’s a bit of a mystery that would have been nice to have the answer to, but I suppose we’ll never know.

Now, that was about everything that bugged me about this episode, It doesn’t sound like a lot, but I was drawn out of the story by it and that is concerning to me.

I thought that the relationship between Bo and Dyson blossomed this episode. I liked that there is a real connection between the two of them now and that, I think, only bodes well for the future of the series. When you see them together, there is a palatable level of trust and attraction that makes their scenes, especially in this episode, really captivating. Bo took charge this episode and drove the story forwards when she was on the screen. Dyson, I was happy to see, let us see something of his background making him less of a mystery and more of a heroic figure in my eyes.  It is nothing but a good thing when your lead characters development brings them together for the improvement of the story lines…

Which brings us to Trick. I enjoyed the understated power that he holds with relation to The Ash and The Morrigan. I think that neither of them are aware of what, or who, Trick is and that I think will bring another set of events to unfold in the series. I am expecting that, somehow, Trick will have the final say, if not in the arc that tells of the, what I think to tbe, soon to be happening Fae War, then at least to make something happen with Bo. And I think that what will happen is that Trick will give Bo her wish to be, for lack of a better description, both Light and Dark Fae and thus be a bridge between them. I also have the oddest feeling that Dyson will be her champion, Kenzi her advisor and Lauren I am not sure where she fits in as yet, but I think she’ll be there too.

Kenzi honestly took just about every scene she was in without fail. It still amazes me at just what a talent she is. I think that without her in the series it would be so much of a loss. What makes it more interesting for me is her eyes. They are hauntingly interesting and it brings me to a thought that has been bugging me for a while. Is it possible that Kenzi is a Fae of some kind? I have no clear idea of what that might be, but just her eyes alone at times make her seem otherworldly in nature which I think adds to her overall charm and power in the series.

Lauren’s appearance was fleeting and didn’t push the relationship between her and Bo very much if at all. This was the second time she has appeared since the events of Vexed and I am really starting to hate the lack of movement with regards to her story with Bo. Stalling that part of the overall arc doesn’t fit well with me, it seems like for the moment she was pushed to the side and just doesn’t do anything save talk about what she has found in her lab and then vanishes again. It’s a disappointment for a character that was once central to the storyline. I hope she will come to the fore once more this season.

Hale had a lot to do this episode, even if he was held to being in one place the entire time. While there he mostly was there to give information, that was not in a “show and tell” manner but pushed several arcs in the series forwards. I liked that Bo now knows that Hale supports her relationship with Dyson. I like better that Kenzi and Hale have a relationship as well. I also think that of all of the characters on the show, Hale seems the most natural when he is one the screen. That’s something very special that an actor or actress can accomplish in a role.

Vex was a treat as he was in his first appearance in the series. Played well over the top but with an underlying layer of danger which is a delicious combination to see. The relationship between Vex and The Morrigan wasn’t set out as much as I would have liked it to be however. I understand that he is “a favorite”, but there has to be more than that going on. It also would have been nice to learn more about his being a Mesmer, whatever that is exactly we still do not know. Shame that, it would have been another level to Vex that I would have liked to see.

We saw a decent scene of Bo using her powers, and it wasn’t exactly in a gentle way as it has been in the past. It also was something to note when she used her powers on Vex and did effect him, that could have been interesting taken to the extreme. Overall the Succubiness in the episode was a bit limited, mostly from the story and situations Bo was put in, but nonetheless it was a good thing to see.

The overall arc of Bo finding out about herself and her past was only touched on in passing as this episode was more concerned with Dyson’s past and setting up Trick for the future he is going to face. Understandable, but little hints from The Ash and The Morrigan were nice touches.

A request to the series from me, please give us some real background on the Fae in the last two episodes please? At least we will have something to ponder until season two in September of 2011…

My rating of Faetal Justice

Keeping my interest – 4 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 5 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 4 Pitchforks

Storyline – 4 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 4 Pitchforks

Mythos – 4 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 4.1 Pitchforks out of 5

I have issues with some of the characterizations still, The Morrigan being too flippant, The Ash being too stiff. But overall a decent episode that gives a lot of promise as the main characters seem to be comfortable in their roles and that showed a lot in this episode. It helps a great deal when it looks less like acting than being. It gets s lower rating mostly from the jarring moments when a line that really shouldn’t have been said was. Vex was excellent, Kenzi too, Bo and Dyson perfect, and Trick was a rock in the episode for his friends. That saved the lesser parts of the show which, to be honest, almost could be removed without losing much from the plot or the reveals.

This Sunday, Episode Twelve: Bo and Dyson go undercover as a married power couple at a swank country club to help an old friend from Kenzi’s criminal past.

The episode before the last episode of the season, but thankfully not the end of the series. I’m hoping if not for a resolution to the Bo/Dyson relationship, at least an understanding between the two of them so we don’t have to watch all of the beating around the bush that seems to be all they do in the series. I’m also hoping for Kenzi’s past to be revealed to us a bit more, that would be nice to see too…

Oh yes, and Saskia returns once again. To be honest I would have been perfectly happy not to see her again until next season, but she returns and, of course, seems in the previews to belittle Bo once again…

This time I hope that Bo ignores her or at least slams the door in her face… She has better things to do…

Tera

Dec 02 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 153

This week I am going to share another one of those 3D image creations of a Succubus that I enjoy…

More importantly, I have some information on this artist to share too!

This work is called Hotter Than Hell, and is by an artist that calls themselves Pandoramail… They originally posted this work on DeviantArt here and you can find their artist page here as well. Their particular interest is in 3D images, which I think they create wonderful art with…

I found it interesting this entire image for a lot of reasons, the first one is just her pose and where the artist placed his perspective on our Succubus… Looking up towards her is something that you rarely see in art of Succubi… Her horns are perhaps a little bit large for her, but the shine on her skin, the markings upon it and the little attentions to the details of her form are just lovely…

She’s just missing one thing which readers of the Tale will know immediately…

She doesn’t have a tail, which is disappointing to me personally…

There is one other thing that I would like to share, which is a short poem that the artist attached to the original posting of this work…

Never satisfied
But always dreaming and lusting,
Serving as a life-draining trap
For all her guests.

It really does work well with this art…

Tera

Dec 01 2010

You can’t get a fever from this Succubus Costume…

Once again, the improbably unlikely has happened. Yes, yet another Succubus costume that I cannot understand…

But that’s nothing new really…

I really just don’t know why this  would be on someone’s list to be honest…

This creation is called the Fever Horny Fancy Dress Costume. The name alone just makes me shake my head, but anyway…

The costume includes a black dress with red trim and lace front and matching belt. With that comes an attached red underskirt with four garter straps sewn intot it. The trident and the headband with red horns completes the outfit.

The shoes and stockings are not included in this set, but are available for a fairly reasonable price.

Speaking of which, this costume sells for around the $40 US mark generally…

I’m not thrilled by this mostly for the lack of fashion sense in it, it’s too tame for my liking and really, the whole thing is just so mediocre that I can hardly stand it.

Oh I also should mention that the description of this costume does not tell you if the tail the model is playing with comes with it or not. That is another disappointment really as a detail like that should be noted one way or the other…

Another example of a one pitchfork out of five costume…

But next week…

That will be something interesting I promise….

Tera

Nov 30 2010

Temptations 88

Food is a temptation isn’t it? The Succubi Queen likes a lot of things…

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Temptations 88

By TeraS and JHB

“Well, that’s just fine.  I have no fondness for anchovies myself.  I’m willing to try just about any other topping . . . once, at least.  And I would never presume to be so rude as to turn down your hospitality, so I’m up for whatever you’d like to serve.

Sometime, soon, though, I may insist on cooking for you, and I hope that will be o.k.”

Tera casually waved a hand in the direction of the West Wing of the Library and it’s exit to the Realm as she said, “Then you will of course have to at some point return with me to my home in the Realm…”

Turning to the AngelKitty she said, “A picnic basket please… Finger sandwiches and such would be a pleasant thing to enjoy today…”

The AngelKitty scribbled something down on the pad it was carrying, and then fluttered off into the skies above the library a moment later. Then Tera offered him her hand as she said, “So… Which shall it be? Forest… Lake… Or Field for the picnic?”

She continued to smile as she awaited his reply…

He really did enjoy her smile.

Being only baguely acquainted with Realm geography, but anxious for new experiences, he replied, “The Forest sounds intriguing.  May we go there, and will you tell me more, please?”

Tera nodded enthusiastically as she replied, “The forest in the summer is quite lovely you know…. Though some people that visit it are rather confused by the colours of the trees and leaves within it…”

She began to lead him towards the exit as she continued, “I suppose that you are aware that most Succubi are supposed to gain energy and so forth from the consumption of souls?”

She waved her free hand in the direction they were heading, “We have found a different way to survive.. Yes there is a certain amount of energy that we can absorb with sex, but we have seen that in truth, energy is all around us and so… With some effort, we can survive on food like you do, but as well we live with nature, taking some small amount of the life energies around us as our sustenance…”

Seeing that was probably confusing, Tera continued, “For example… There is near my home in the Realm an ancient Maple tree from Earth… I spend many an afternoon beneath it’s shade reading the books of the library to it and learning from the old spirit within it… In turn I take a small amount of it’s energy in trade to sustain me… But never without thanking it for what it gives in return…”

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Oddly enough, there is an old maple tree near my home that I sit under now and then and talk to the universe for a while…

Tera

Nov 29 2010

Storm Clouds 100 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Chapter 16 edits this week and Camilla gets a bit evil which worries Tom to no end… And while this isn’t actually the 100th written update of Storm Clouds, is it what it is…

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Storm Clouds 100

Chapter 14

By TeraS

After Camilla left, Tom spent the next thirty minutes grilling Bill over what he had done, what he was doing, and whether anyone in his company might have taken it upon themselves to attack Brent and his wife. He came to the conclusion that, while Bill wasn’t directly involved in what happened, Tom could not dismiss the possibility that someone who worked for Bill had done the deed … or that Bill was hiding something from him.

That bothered him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe what Bill had said; it was the sheer stupidity of Bill blowing up and going off on a tirade over the injustice that he perceived had been done to him.

Tom didn’t enjoy pushing his old friend that way. Worse was trying to break all of his explanations and reasons why he wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Most of the reasons made sense—most of them—but one exchange just about pushed Bill over the edge, and that worried him.

Tom sighed and paced in front of the offices again.  He was sure that the workers inside were looking at him oddly, but he didn’t care: Bill was not quite cleared; that one piece of evidence would damn him in court if it came to that.

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

It wasn’t much evidence, but it was enough that fingers could be pointed, witnesses found, and, in the end, Bill could be sent to jail for a long time. But when you are seen threatening someone with death, and promising to harm his family … that is too much to ignore.

Bill had explained that he was madder than hell. That something had snapped inside of him when Brent was nearby. “Something ’bout that guy rubs me the wrong way. He’s just so damn smug, knows all of the secrets, stuff that you don’t want out. I dunno how he does it, but he knows where to be and what to look for. Damn frustratin’. He’d be a great spy. Wonder if he is one.”

Tom continued to pace around for a while. He didn’t know where Camilla had gone; he assumed she would return to the office when she was done talking to Billy. He assumed that she would, at least. She seemed like a responsible woman, if a bit irritating. It hit him, then, why Bill would be driven crazy by Brent.

Tom wondered if that was part of those people’s nature.

He watched Bill’s staff run their errands in and out of the office, most of them ignoring his pacing as he waited for Camilla to return. In his mind, Tom was putting together the questions that needed to be put to Bill next. He was, after all, and by his own admission, someone Tom needed to grill for information.

Coming to the end of one of his walks down the corridor, he turned without looking and walked head-on into someone: a short, blonde, Asian someone. She stood in front of him, a pile of files and papers surrounding her scattered on the floor. For a moment, her dark brown eyes regarded him, and then a flush of embarrassment passed over her and she knelt to the floor, beginning to gather what she had dropped moments before.

Tom knelt with her: “I’m sorry, please, let me help you.”

She didn’t reply, save for a slight nod, her focus for the moment on the mess around her rather than Tom beside her.

After a few minutes, Tom handed her the last file and, as she finally looked at him again, said, “I’m Tom.”

The blush was still there as she replied, “Tenshi. Please forgive my clumsiness.”

“It was my fault; should have been paying attention instead of being a hazard to women.”

That made her smile just slightly, “I … thank you for the help.”

“You’re welcome. Have you been with Bill long?”

Clutching the files to her chest as she stood she managed, “A year now. Please excuse me. I must attend to my duties …”

She then rushed off again on whatever errand she was on, leaving Tom standing there alone again, pondering what she had said to him, and, more importantly, why she was so shook up over what had happened.

Camilla came into view soon after, her heels clicking on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Tom noticed that Billy wasn’t there, and he wasn’t too pleased about that. He had been intending to grill Billy next, thanks to his father’s admission, but would now have to hunt him down and corner him. Filing away the thoughts on his old friend, he called out to Camilla, “Where’s Billy? Have to talk to him.”

“No, you don’t. He’s not to blame for this: he nor his father.”

Tom rubbed his chin a moment, then said, “You got a feeling or something?”

She looked around, then nodded and explained, “Let’s just say that my … ‘feelings’ … are pretty accurate.”

Turning away, he replied, “You’ll have to explain that to me sometime. Soon would be great. You know, before I have to toss them both in jail.”

Camilla looked at him curiously, then followed behind. Tom seemed to be in a rush to get out of the warehouse, and she found herself running a bit to keep up with him. Then she asked, “Do you have something to charge them with?”

“Enough to charge Bill: making threats. He was foolish in front of a lot of people. That’s a big no-no in things like this.”

“Passions of the heart can make us all say silly things we don’t mean at the moment they are said.”

“Passions can and have killed in the past, you know.”

Camilla had finally caught up to him, and, as she walked beside, started to lecture Tom a bit, “Those are not passions. Those are misguided beliefs and desires that pull one away from what is important, pull one inward, toward oneself. It is easier to fall to darker desires and temptations than it is to hold onto the more important things within.”

“You know, I don’t understand all of that stuff. I’m just a simple man. I haven’t got the time to deal with theories and wishes. I deal with facts. Give me some of those and I’ll be able to deal with ‘em.”

“All right, then.  Fact: Bill said that he would never harm a lady. Fact: you agree that he would not either. Therefore, he cannot be the one to have done the deed nor order it done.”

“Okay; see, that’s not a fact.  That is conjecture.”

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

“A feeling? You said that before. What does that mean?”

The pair exited the warehouse, but Camilla did not speak until she was quite sure that no one else would hear them talk.

“I … We … know people by their souls, Thomas. When I touched your hand, I knew that you were a good man. I also knew that you have a troubled past and that you have lost someone close to you.”

Tom’s look was a mix of shock and concern, but, before he could say anything, she continued:  “I did not look deeply into you. I did not look into your memories; I could have, but, because I respect you, and you did not give me permission, I did not. All I knew was that you cared about what happened to Patricia, for whatever reason you had, and so …”

“And so that was your lure to get me involved in this …”

“You did not have to.”

He stopped walking: “You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

Tom wanted to rant at her, but her logic was sound. He did poke his nose in, and he was deep in it now. With a sigh, he asked, “How much do you know about Bill and his son?”

“Enough to know that Bill has not killed anyone, ever. I can say the same for Billy, as well.”

“Okay, explain that … in simple words so that my mind doesn’t break.”

Camilla laced her hands together and explained, “If you are dark, or have been touched by the dark, if you have killed or done something that serves the dark and makes it gain power, you are marked, in your soul. If I touch someone like that, I’ll know. The same is true of someone who has been touched by the light, but it is different.”

“Weird. Sort of sounds like you are a divining rod.”

She giggled a bit and pointed at her forehead: “Divine I am not. Or at least I do not appear to be.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile, “Right. I forgot about that.’

“What most people are, generally, are shades of grey. That’s normal, and what we expect. But there are always exceptions to that rule. If either of them had killed, they would not be grey; they would be dark. I don’t sense that in either of them.”

“So, you give them a pass?”

“I give them more than a pass: there is nothing in them that even hints they are involved. But …”

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

That stopped Tom in his tracks. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he asked, “What kind of favor?”

“I can’t say.”

“Oh come on. He’s a suspect in spite of your feelings about him.  You can’t just go and trust someone because …”

“I can and I did. In the end I gave him some comfort and, in response to that, he agreed to do something for me. He will. He’s as honourable as his father.”

“Did you tell him anything more than what Bill knows?”

“No. We did talk about his mother a while. He misses her. He does not want to lose his father as well.”

Tom stared off into space for a time before ending the conversation with, “We don’t have the evidence to clear Bill. Right now, he’s the only suspect we’ve got.”

“Then we should find more.”

Tom smiled again, “Right. Look Camilla, I know that you … work … differently then we do. I get that. But you have to see that we have rules and laws here and I have to enforce them. That means that without a piece of paper, a videotape, a confession … hell, anything at all that points me away from Bill, I’m going to arrest him real soon.”

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

“You will not be able to. I can see that.”

“I know. But that’s part of the job. Sometimes, I think that I sold my soul for the job.”

With that confession, Tom whistled for a cab. It didn’t take long for one to pull up to the curb. He opened the door and let her go in first. As she did so, Camilla told him, with a serious tone in her voice, “You cannot sell that which is held by another, Thomas.”

He climbed into the cab, gave their destination and, as the taxi drove them away, Tom’s memories came back to haunt him again … as they always did.

As they departed, Billy watched from one of the windows in the upper floor of the warehouse. He liked Camilla, liked her a lot. After they had left, he stood there by the window, watching the traffic pass by, and thought about what Camilla had asked him to do. He didn’t know why exactly he had agreed to it, maybe it was just wanting to do something when, so far, there was nothing he could do for his father.

With a sigh he rummaged in his pockets until he found his phone, opened it, and made a call.

“It’s me. Yah. No, no they didn’t arrest Dad. I … trust them. Have to trust someone, don’t I? Anyway, I need somethin’ done … today.”

Billy turned away from the window and walked off into the gloom around him, doing what he hoped would help his father in the end …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

By TeraS

Jane awoke to hissing. For a moment, she thought it was a snake or something similar; she startled and tried to move, but then heard a voice.

“No, don’t move. Just lay there a minute, whoever you are.”

It took another moment for her memories to come rushing back to her; then she recognized the voice. It was John, that guy that she had talked to before … before everything went black. From the sound of his voice, Jane assumed that she didn’t look like that girl who was on his mind when she first met him.

In the next moment, she tried to move her hands towards her face and the source of that hissing sound, which she now realized was an oxygen mask. A firm hand pushed her hands back down, and she opened her eyes to see John standing above her:  “Look. Just stay there and don’t move.”

He looked around for a moment and then, to Jane’s surprise, flicked one of her horns with a finger, the “thunk” of that echoing in her mind for a moment. Jane started to panic; if someone could see her horns … His next words to her didn’t help a lot, either.

“I know you’re not who you look like. I called Jenni. She’s at her office. You aren’t her. You look like her, but you aren’t her. Now, listen carefully to me: if you try to run, people will see you. Jenni is on her way down here right now. If someone sees you, there will be questions that you probably don’t want to answer. Besides, you have smoke inhalation, you’re weak, and you aren’t going to get very far. Now, nod if you understand me.”

Jane did so.

“Okay. You’re in the back seat of my car. You have an oxygen mask on, and you are under a blanket so no one can see you right now. Just stay there and I’ll get you out of here, all right?”

Another nod, then Jane closed her eyes again.

The next time she opened them, the oxygen mask was gone, but the blanket was still there, and she was still moving. Sitting up gingerly, she held her head in her hands while she managed a question: “Where am I?”

“Still in my car; I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

Jane then looked up and found herself looking at … Jenni; with horns … green horns. The only thing she managed was a soft, “Damn” before she fell back into the seat with a thud.

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

“Jane … Jenni … I can see how I could be confused. No, wait, you were Jenni when we first met. Now, you are Jenni with horns.” He looked in the mirror at her, “So. Are they real? The horns, I mean. And is that what you look like or is it all makeup or something?”

Jane’s first instinct was to lie and tell him that was all it was. But then she recognized the problem with that lie: he’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her: she had been out cold for a while. He could have checked and seen that it was all real. Lying to him would be a mistake.

So she said the only thing she could say at that moment: “You’d never believe me even if I tried to explain it to you.” Gaining a little bit of confidence, she added, “So. What are you going to do, then; police or something?”

John smiled thinly, replying with a flat, “Or something,” as he continued to drive, leaving them both with their own thoughts …

Jane’s were spinning around one thing:  it would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. Her next thought was that Tera was going to kill her … or, even worse, be disappointed in her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she’d found. But the one that she held onto was: how she could get out of this mess she found herself in?

She looked out the window of the car and watched the city passing by.  She didn’t say anything else for the moment, in part because she wasn’t sure that John wouldn’t hurt her, but mainly because she needed to get focused again and try to make herself not look like Jenni any longer.

John’s thoughts, on the other hand, were slightly more focused. He wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on. The shock he felt when he touched those … horns? … on Jenni’s … no, Jane’s … head told him that something was seriously wrong here.  He didn’t believe in legends or tales of the beyond.  No, what he believed in was logic and proof. Thing was that here he had proof that there were–and even now he found this impossible to believe–demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car to follow it. He needed a doctor:  someone to tell him if Jane really was what she seemed to be or if it was just a fluke or some cosmetic surgery or something like that.  He found himself liking that possibility, as that idea would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other one, which kept prodding him as being the truth.  Looking once more in the mirror, he said, “Better put your seatbelt on. You’re going to be there for a while.” John made a hard right and continued to drive, occasionally looking in the mirror at Jane.

Jane did so, not so much out of caution, but to try and lull him into what she hoped would be a false sense of security. The pair didn’t say another word to each other for the rest of the drive, but Jane was curious about where they were going and what John was planning.

Their destination was clear when he made a left and drove down a ramp into an underground garage. They dropped down four floors and then came to a stop in front of a garage door.  John pressed a button on an intercom and just said his name to it. The door rolled up, they entered, and Jane looked behind to see the door close again.

After parking in one of several spaces there, John helped Jane out of the car.  “Don’t try to run. You can’t get out, and there are cameras watching us. Just stay calm, all right?”

Jane didn’t feel calm, but she nodded her head in understanding when he took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the car.

Two sets of double doors, one short elevator ride, and Jane found herself in an examination room. After she was offered a chair there, John left the room and Jane heard the door lock behind him as he left.

Jane tried to figure out a way to escape before he came back, but there were no windows, no exits but the one they had come through. She tried to teleport from the room … but nothing happened.

With a sigh she walked over to a small mirror that hung on one wall and looked herself over. The horns she recognized as her own, but everything else wasn’t her. She found herself missing the familiar eyes, face, and body that she had known for centuries … and wondering if she would ever see them again.

John hadn’t returned, and she found herself trying to figure out what trap she had sprung back in that house. It was a magic trap, obviously, a powerful one if it had locked her into this form and taken away her powers … She couldn’t change her appearance, couldn’t teleport, couldn’t cast a spell or use her powers of seduction …

Or could she? Running a finger over her lips, she considered whether or not she should try to seduce John, try to confuse him long enough to make her escape. It seemed like an option.

Then the door opened, and John walked in with someone else …

“Well there she is, Doc. What do you think?”

Jane turned to see John standing there with another man, who was obviously “Doc.” This older man with thick glasses and a gruff voice answered, “Well, she’s alive, John; something I don’t see a lot of anymore.” Then he walked over to her, looked her over for a minute, and then said, “So, you want to tell us who you are and why you look like someone he knows? Oh, and, if you want, tell us how it is that you have horns on your head?”

Jane shrugged, “He knows my name.”

Doc nodded, “Right. Jane. You have a last name?”

She shrugged again, “Call me Jane Doe.” She paused and then, remembering the description of the person whom Camilla had met when claiming Patricia, bit her lip. For a moment, she considered thanking him for looking after her sister, but decided that would be too much information to give them. Then she said, “You’ve seen enough of us, haven’t you?”

Doc pulled back a bit from that comment and softened his approach slightly: “Look, just because I work in a morgue doesn’t mean that I’m not a doctor, okay?”

She rubbed her hands together a moment and then said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Doc then turned around and pushed John out the door. Then he tossed a gown to her. “Get dressed in that. I’ll have a nurse in here to examine you in a few minutes.”

Jane watched him leave, watched the door close, and heard it lock again, and then she smiled.

Outside the room, Doc and John waited patiently for a nurse to arrive to actually perform the physical. Regulations were that such things had to be done by a woman–for various legal reasons nether of them cared to try to figure out. It was a lot less stress to just do it and avoid the investigations, should they come.

The sound of footsteps on tile made them both look to see a redhead in a nurse’s uniform come around the corner. Doc nodded at her, “Good day, Patti. Sorry to keep you here at work, but I need you to do something for me.”

She gave a nod, “Sure, Doc. What’s going on?”

He pointed a finger in the direction of the room that Jane was in, “Do a physical on the woman in there, please. Her name’s Jane Doe.”

She looked at Doc oddly, but nodded and walked away from the pair, who turned to the other side of the corridor and entered Doc’s office. Doc opened a drawer of one of the filing cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whisky. When he offered it to John, the reply was a shake of his head.

Doc, nonetheless, opened the bottle and poured some into a coffee cup, “So, you got a mystery, don’t you? She tell you anything yet? I mean, other than a name that can’t possibly be her name?”

“Nothing much. I mean, she looks like Jenni, but it’s not her. I know that for certain, because Jenni is at headquarters. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue what is going on here, Doc.”

There were two quick knocks, and Doc didn’t even look up as a muffled voice came through the door, “All ready for you, Doctor; report is in your inbox, the door is locked, and she’s safe there. If you don’t need me, I’m running late and want to take off.”

Doc called out, “Go home, Patti. Thanks.”

They both heard the sound of her walking away. Doc finished his drink, and then the two of them left the office, Doc grabbing the report as he led the way. Opening the folder, he mumbled to himself about height, weight, and other various things. Then John asked, “What about the horns?”

Doc stopped in mid-stride, “There’s nothing here about horns.” He looked at the edge of the folder, cursed, and ran down the hallway.

They opened the door to the examining room to find Jane lying on the table, a sheet over her body, face turned towards the wall. Doc walked over and touched her on the shoulder. She rolled back towards them …

… and it wasn’t Jane.

It was Patti, a blessed-out expression on her face as she sighed, softly…

Doc took hold of her shoulders, shook her and yelled, “What happened, Patti?”

What happened was Jane.

As Doc and John realized that she was gone, Jane was exiting the building wearing Patti’s nursing uniform. Quickly walking to the curb, she hailed a cab and drove away, a satisfied smile on her lips as she recalled what had happened with the nurse moments before …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 16

By TeraS

The taxi carrying Tom and Camilla pulled up to a small newspaper stand on the corner of Broadway and Lakeshore Boulevard. From the outside, it didn’t look remarkable in any real way. The sides of it were old sheets of plywood nailed together ages ago, hooks and shelves holding various magazines and newspapers, attempting to get the attention of the passersby, that they might have a look and see what was offered.

The pair got out of the cab and it left, leaving them looking at the person who was running the stand.  A frail-looking man sat on a milk crate surrounded by his wares, a pair of dark glasses over his eyes and a white cane in his right hand, a working man’s pair of jeans and a sweater keeping him warm in the breeze around the place. Camilla asked Tom, “This is a suspect?”

Tom nodded and mumbled, “Sort of,” then just walked over to the stand. Without saying a word, he reached out a hand towards one of the more adult magazines that sat on a shelf just behind the proprietor. His fingers were about to touch the pages when a gruff voice barked, “Listen buddy, you pay and then you play with yourself. Not the other way around.”

Tom chuckled, “Not my style, Charlie. So, where’s your wife?”

“Well, I’ll be darned; the fuzz himself. You haven’t been around here in years, cop.”

“You’ve managed to keep your nose clean, so I haven’t had a reason to bust you. Now your wife, on the other hand … what has she been up to? Anything that I should know about?”

Charlie pointed a thumb to the building behind him, “Not my business and you know it. She’s got her thing, I got mine. If you want to know, go ask her. And leave the magazine here or pay for it.”

Tom dug into a pocket, pulled out a twenty, and put it into Charlie’s hand, “Still don’t know why you stay with her.”

“Love makes you do stupid things, kid. Now git!  You standing here is messing with my business.”

Tom tucked the magazine under an arm and then motioned to Camilla to follow him. They approached a tall glass-and-steel skyscraper with a nameplate that read “TFX Incorporated” above the main doors. Camilla didn’t say anything to Tom until they were in the elevator, but then the questions started …

“What’s going on, Thomas?”

“Welcome to TFX Incorporated, the country’s biggest purveyor of porn magazines, videos, and toys of all descriptions, with a side business of laundering money for the mob–at least they did in the past. I haven’t heard anything illegal about them for about three years now.  They got their fingers burned back then; the CEO paid a huge fine and then was pushed out of the company in favour of his wife.”

“Who is that?”

“You just met him: Charlie Drake. Took a lot out of the guy and he cut himself loose from the company to keep out of jail. Plea bargains and so on.”

“Is he really blind?”

“Nope. I’m sure he was trying to look up your skirt while we were talking. He’s not a bad guy, really; circumstances took him down this road and so, now, the place is run by his wife.” Tom looked at his watch, “About now, she’ll know we’re coming up to see her.”

“What’s she like?”

Tom answered by handing Camilla the magazine and saying, “That’s her on the cover. She’s got an exhibitionist streak in her a mile wide.”

Camilla looked at the magazine in amazement. On the cover was a platinum blonde Barbie doll of a woman who looked as if she had been dipped in black liquid latex and then allowed to dry. For a moment, Camilla tried to remember if any of her Sisters looked like this, but she drew a blank. Then she realized that not even a pink tail would be that over-the-top in her appearance for whatever reason there was.

They did, after all, have a reputation.

Then there was the sound of a bell, and the doors opened to reveal the company lobby. To one side, a young blonde girl in pigtails sat at a clear plastic desk that revealed she was wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit, if over-sexualized. She was chewing bubblegum to complete the look. To the other side of the space stood eleven men in three-piece suits, holding briefcases and cell phones, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. And, in the middle of the room, only a few short steps away from Camilla and Tom, the woman from the magazine stood.

She had traded in her black latex come-fuck-me look for her hair in a bun, a red, woman’s business suit–if well-open at the front to display her chest quite clearly–and a miniskirt that stopped only a finger’s width below outrageous, paired with cruel-looking red heels.

Tom looked over his shoulder at Camilla, “Say hello to Ginger.”

Camilla couldn’t help the words that came out as the elevator doors closed behind them: “If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann, thank you.”

Tom gave a slight nod to the blonde behind the desk and a grunt, “That’s Mary Ann.”

Camilla rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else.

Ginger closed the distance between them and then with a cruel smirk on her lips purred, “Hello Dick; are you here to put me in cuffs, or are you looking for a hot three-way with your doll?”

Tom could almost feel the burn coming from Camilla at those words, but continued, “Sorry, slut.  Business is business and I can’t afford the ticket to ride.”

“Well I could give you a freebie, I like the babe with you … She must be a lot of fun when you get her screaming …”

Camilla just continued to remain quiet while the two talked, her eyes looking Ginger over, but nothing more.

Tom just smiled, “You have no idea, Ginger. Now, you want to call off your dogs so we all can have a nice chat in your office?”

She shook her head, “Nuh-uh, Dick. The boys tell me that I need them there to make sure you don’t weasel stuff out of me.”

Tom was about to press her a little harder when Camilla moved in front of him: “Oh come on, Ginger honey … If you are nice to us, you might get something from me in return …” Then she reached out a hand to stroke Ginger’s right forearm.

Camilla paused in mid-stroke and her eyes hardened. Then she focused all of her attention on Ginger, ignoring Tom for the moment.

Ginger’s eyes fluttered and then she purred, “mmm … Like what?”

Camilla moved closer, one hand now pressing the small of Ginger’s back as she purred in response, “Your pussy is all wet and needy right now, isn’t that right, slut? You would love me to be on my knees licking your twat and making you cum so hard, wouldn’t you?”

Tom moved to break the two women apart, but a sharp look from Camilla brought him up short for the moment. Something was happening but he didn’t have any idea of what it was.

Ginger shivered as she caught her breath: “You … you make me cum and then the Dick can ask his questions … nnnnn … not before …”

A lick over Ginger’s right earlobe: “Call off your boys, slut, and I’ll have you cumming for hours …” At the same time, Camilla shifted a hand to slip under Ginger’s skirt, her fingertips drawing against her shaven, panty-less pussy.

For the barest instant, as Camilla’s fingers slipped inside, Ginger’s eyes turned completely white and she spoke in an unsteady voice, “Fuck off, boys. Don’t need you.”

The assembled men looked as if they weren’t going to leave for a moment, and then approached Ginger, Camilla, and Tom. Tom was reaching into his jacket for his gun when he heard Camilla’s voice change …

That’s a good idea. You all need to do what she told you.

Then, the group of lawyers turned away stiffly before scurrying into the depths of the office. Camilla then looked at Mary Ann and purred, “Mary Ann, sweetie … You stay right there and finger yourself until we return … and nobody gets in to see Ginger …

Tom’s worries shot up another notch at Camilla’s voice. It wasn’t the pleasant sunny voice he was used to. It had changed somehow into something that reached deep inside of you and took hold of your thoughts. Shaping them. Changing them.

But while they were effecting everyone around him, Tom was only barely aware of something being wrong. He didn’t find the need to do what Camilla was telling the others.

Camilla then told Ginger, “Now, my hot wet slut, take us all to your office.

Tom followed the two women past the reception area, down a long hallway, to a pair of doors that, when opened, didn’t reveal so much an executive office as a private sex room. Once inside, he closed the door, locked and then leaned against them watching what was happening.

Camilla guided Ginger to a leather chair next to the door, making her sit in it before straddling her legs and trapping Ginger beneath her.

He was about to ask Camilla what was going on when she put a finger to her lips to keep him quiet, then returned her attention to Ginger: “Are there cameras in here, slut? Is there any way that anyone can see what is going on?

The answer was a long whine of “noooooo.”

Then, to Tom’s surprise, Camilla’s horns and tail appeared, as her clothing turned to the latex-like material it was at her home. She gave Tom a wink and then cupped Ginger’s chin with one hand before putting a finger over her pray’s lips, “You are a horny little slut, so wet and needy that your pussy aches for release … All of those thoughts in your silly little mind are draining away, slut … You can’t help it, because you are a weak little slut that needs someone to tell her what to do …

Worried that something was terribly wrong, Tom reached under his jacket again for his weapon. He still was not totally sure of Camilla, but he was sure that he didn’t know what she was capable of.

Ginger’s moans became louder as the smell of arousal began to fill the air. She started to pant in need, and the occasional mewl of need and desire escaped her mouth before Camilla pressed her lips against Ginger’s tightly, her hands now entwined in her subject’s hair.

Tom watched almost mesmerized as Ginger’s body shook and shivered underneath Camilla.  And then, to Tom’s shock, Camilla’s body shimmered and seemed to melt for an instant. In the next moment, there were two Gingers there in front of him: one of them in the latex suit from the magazine he had given Camilla, but with the same horns and tail he had seen Camilla with earlier.

The original Ginger was no longer in her business suit, but nude, save for a green metal collar around her neck. But what were truly unsettling were the white eyes that stared up almost lifelessly and the little whispers of, “I Obey” that came out in a needy voice. The latex Ginger turned to Tom and said, with Ginger’s purring voice, “Sometimes sex is the best weapon, isn’t that right, Dick?

Tom had by that point, finally gotten his gun out of its holster and was pointing it at the floor.

“Camilla. Just what is going on?”

She remained where she was and began to stroke the real Ginger’s cheek, “What’s going on is that this is Ginger’s innermost fantasy. She’s so in love with herself that she’d do anything to be able to fuck herself. So…” Her fingers took hold of Ginger’s hair and pulled her to the floor beside her. “So she is in the middle of her fondest wish. Submitting to the only person that she sees as strong enough to control her and bring her to heel.” Another pull of hair and Ginger was forced to look upwards, “Isn’t that right slut?

The answer was a whine of need and Ginger’s stroking of fingers over the latex covered legs of her new Mistress.

Tom still wasn’t convinced, “Camilla. Step away from her. This is wrong and I can’t let you continue this.”

She looked at Tom, her hand still holding Ginger’s hair, “Oh no. There you are wrong. You see, Ginger has all sorts of secrets to share. Like Mary Ann outside. She’s very interesting so far as bimbos go. But the interesting thing is how Ginger is aware of what I am Thomas. That is something I would like to know.

Tom considered that, “What do you mean she knows what you are?”

Somehow she has knowledge of our kind. Someone told her about us. I know that because when I touched her the first thing she thought was, a Succubi. How would she know what I was unless one of my kind had touched her before, or, someone has told her about us.

She gripped Ginger by the chin making her look up as her long tail swished back and forth, “And I want to know which of those it is. She will tell me what I want to know.

Nov 28 2010

A Sexy Angel and Succubus T-shirt…

One thing that I haven’t found, at least until now, was something that I liked that had an Angel and a Succubus on it.. Oh there are some items out there, but most of them aren’t classy enough or cute enough for my liking…

However, this comes so very close to that…

This work is called Perfect Balance and is the creation of an artist called Bryan C. Smoak.

The Angel has a tattoo on her leg naming her Faith, and the Succubus has one naming her as Sin, which, in the tradition sense makes a lot of sense really…

Of course the thoughts, and names, can be switched between the two without much trouble I think…

I’m not exactly sure, but this reminds me of a Poser or Daz creation in 3D… The body styles of the characters here are really quite similar to those I have seen in other works by other 3D artists…

The Succubus is of course missing a tail… I think it would have been a neat little touch if she had one and it was wrapped around the Angel’s waist holding them both together…

I think that the pair would have looked better wearing red or white high heels as well… It’s not that often that you see Succubi or Angels for that matter barefoot after all…

Nonetheless, it’s a wonderful work of art and really something I do like so very much…

The artist has this design available as a sweater on Zazzle.com here, and you can find other items by this artist at their main page on Zazzle here.

Just a deliciously sexy work that I think works for me in so many ways that I am sure those that know me will understand why…

Tera

Nov 27 2010

Modifying the Castlevania Succubus on YouTube…

Several years ago, one of the most popular figurines of a Succubus was the release of one that represented the Succubus in the Castlevania video games. It was, and still is, a complaint by some that her top couldn’t be removed. That was because when they made these figurines, they did sculpt some of her more… adult features…

But then the company decided to glue her top on and that wrecked the figurine for many…

That is, until someone decided to modify one and fix that problem…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fetmukUM9Xs

Now, while that video shows quite a lot of the changes in this figurine that the artist, known as Hunter Knight, part that most people would be interested in doesn’t appear…

However, on the artist’s DeviantArt gallery, there are several images there of the completed work, this is one of them:

Now speaking as a collector of Succubus models of all kinds and types, I can see why this would be a popular creation. I might want one, mostly as a conversation piece in our collection of Succubi…

Now since this is obviously done to a very high standard, it would have a place in the collection, and I think that this version, which has better skin tones and slightly better details of the lace and other details on her form actually is a better thing to have.

The artist has this model and many others on their website for sale which you can find here if you are interested in possibly ordering something from him…

I most certainly am…

Tera

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