Succubus Ranch 10

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Greg sat on the porch, staring at the two cars still remaining in the parking lot.  The sun was slowly rising in the desert, burning off the chill of the night air.  It sparkled off the grit in the parking lot, and the tear that was rolling off his cheek.  He didn’t know what to do at the moment; but he did know that he would never see his five friends again.

 

“Friends,” he whispered.  “Ha.  Some friends they were.”

 

Greg remembered meeting them several years ago when he started working as a garbage collector.  The city was now five drivers short for their trucks, and if he was smart, they’d be six people short.  Otherwise, he was in for a long time in jail cells and interrogation rooms with pissed off police officers.

 

“Wanna talk about it?” asked a man’s voice from behind him.  Greg turned around and saw the co-owner of the brothel standing in the open doorway.  Just the sight of this bald, physically fit man standing there caused Greg to jump to his feet and fall down the stairs.  The blood stain just below the rib cage was still present on the black shirt Jason was wearing.

 

“You do know that you can’t leave without keys for one of the two cars you and your friends came in, right?” Jason asked the man lying on his back at the foot of the stairs.  “There’s only one way to get those keys, and that is to come back inside and get them.”

 

“She’ll kill me,” Greg stammered, fighting with the urge to scream out that Jason should be dead.

 

“Like you guys tried to kill her?” Jason responded, pulling a cigarette out of thin air.  It lit itself when he sucked on the opposite end of it.  “Like Charlie tried to kill me, perhaps?”

 

“I didn’t know they were that bad,” Greg yelled, sitting up, but remaining on the ground.  Jason sat down on the top step and smoked his cigarette.  “They’ve never been that brutal before.”

 

“Oh, they’ve done worse before,” Jason answered, blowing out smoke.  “You just never saw it.”

 

“If I knew, I wouldn’t have come here with them last night,” Greg said.  “I never wanted to be part of this.”

 

“Well, you were, Greg, and now it is up to you to put it right,” Jason replied.

 

“How do I do that?” Greg climbed to his feet, resigned to wanting to do right and not end like the other guys.

 

“Go inside, go to her room, apologize to her, and ask nicely for the keys to one of the cars,” Jason answered.  He flicked the remaining portion of his cigarette out toward the parking lot.  Greg watched it fly into the air, disappear before it fell to the ground and looked back to where Jason had been sitting.  The man was gone without a sound.

 

“Shit,” he exclaimed, and slowly walked back up the stairs toward what was sure to be his doom.  His mind thought about the events of the night before that led to him and five other men walking up these same stairs.

 

 

 

Greg, Charlie, Max, Larry, Joe and Gary shared the pitcher at the table, like they always did on Friday nights.  They sat together in a side booth, laughing loudly about all the shit they saw this week in peoples trash cans.  It was unbelievable what people threw away, and at the moment, they were playing the typical game of who saw the weirdest shit.

 

“Okay, okay, I got you on this one, Larry,” Charlie yelled over their laughter.  He leaned toward the center of the table conspiratorially and the rest of them went quite all of a sudden and leaned in to hear the great secret of what Charlie had found this week.

 

“Tuesday, I found an arm in one of the cans at a house,” Charlie whispered.  They all looked at him with awe before all but Charlie burst into laughing.

 

“You’re fucking with us,” Max said, reaching for the pitcher and his mug.

 

“It’s the God’s honest truth,” he bellowed.  “I swear to fucking God that there was an arm sticking out of a can when I pulled my truck up next to it.”

 

“Sure there was,” Joe said, raising his glass to his mouth and draining the last of it.

 

“It was a fucking arm,” Charlie yelled.  “With fingers and everything.  Hell, the goddamned thing even had a ring on the fingers.”

 

All heads in the bar turned to them, and the rest of the guys had gone silent at the Charlie’s insistence of his find being real.

 

“You really found an arm?” Greg asked, his voice full of awe at such a thing.  “Did you call the police?”

 

All of the guys looked Charlie, and he kept a straight face as he leaned in again to tell them exactly what he did about the arm.

 

“I took it home and made a roast out of it,” Charlie answered, then all five of the men laughed and pointed their fingers at Greg.  “You fucking noob, no one throws away body parts anymore.  They know the cops will definitely catch them that way.”

 

Greg felt his face flush with anger at being made fun of, but he bit his tongue and chuckled at the fact he was the butt of their joke.  As he raised his glass to his lips, Gary pulled it back from his mouth, causing him to spill it on his shirt.

 

“Go get another pitcher, noob,” Gary said, not a bit of joking in his voice.

 

Greg knew not to mess with Gary.  He got up and went to the bar with the empty pitcher.  He came back with a full one and saw bald physically fit man sitting in his seat.  As he got closer, the man stood up, turned around and smiled at him as he took a drag on the cigarette hanging from his lips.

 

Greg sat down in his seat again as Gary grabbed the pitcher.  Charlie took it from him before he could start pouring and filled his own glass first.

 

“Who was that?” Greg asked.

 

“That was a man with an offer we just can’t refuse,” Gary said.  “We’re going to go get laid tonight, my newbie friend; and we’re going to do it at one of the best known brothels in the country, to boot.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“That was Jason Maurice,” said Charlie, setting his half empty mug down.  “He runs the Succubus Ranch, the best little whore house in America, and he’s offered us a night of our greatest fantasy, if we come to his brothel tonight.  He even said that if he can’t meet our fantasy, then he’ll give us $10,000 cash each.”

 

“The poor bastard’s going to loose some money tonight,” Max said, drinking his glass empty.  He quickly refilled it from the pitcher and handed it to Larry.  By the time Greg got a chance to refill his glass, the pitcher had little more than a sip left in it.

 

“You fuckers,” Greg said, starting to get up to go get another pitcher.  Charlie reached across the table and put his meaty hand on Greg’s shoulder and pushed him back into his chair.

 

“Drink your beer,” he said, his menacing tone.  “We’ve got a date with a lot of cash.”

 

The men all finished their drinks quickly and got up from the table at the same time.  As they walked out, many heads turned away from them, everyone noticing their silence compared to the boisterous laughter they were having earlier.  As soon as the two cars were out of the parking lot, people in the bar let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the looks on the faces of five of the men meant that someone was in for some pain tonight.

 

 

 

“I’m glad you guys could make it,” Jason said.  “I see you brought a friend along.”

 

“Don’t worry about this runt,” Charlie said, pointing his thumb at Greg.  “You got enough money to cover for him too, if his fantasy isn’t fulfilled?”

 

“Right here,” Jason said, pointing to a table next to the front door.  On it was a large stack of cash in eight separate piles.  “You’re fantasy is in room four down that hall. I figured you might bring a friend, so I added more to the … oof!”

 

Jason’s eyes went wide as he doubled over a bit.  He looked right at Greg as he let out that last noise, and the look was an accusing one.  It was the movement of Charlie’s arm that made Greg look lower than that face and see the knife being pulled out of the man’s abdomen.

 

“We’ll take all of it,” Gary said into Jason’s ear.  “Thanks for telling us where our victim is.”

 

Greg felt the beer from earlier start to rise and he let out a belch that was going to precede his stomach contents.

 

“You puke, you fucking noob, and I’ll stick you next,” Charlie said.  Larry, Max and Joe quickly moved to beside and behind Jason.  The grabbed his arms and around his chest as Gary raced to a door nearby.  It was opened and closed quickly after the four men hefted Jason into the closet.  Charlie reached over and wiped his knife off on Greg’s shirt.  “Now you’re stained and an accomplice.  You tell anyone, and we’ll all say it was you.”

 

The other four had reached the table and were starting to stuff their pockets with the cash as Charlie threatened Greg.  Then Charlie pushed his way through them and stuffed his pockets with the last of the cash before turning to all of them.

 

“Come on,” he said.  “Let’s see how many cunts that fucker thought would be able to take care of our ‘fantasy’,” Charlie said, laughing as he walked down the hall Jason had pointed toward, looking at the numbers on the doors.

 

When he reached the one with a four on it, he barged through it without knocking, Larry, Max and Joe following close behind him.  Greg had been shoved along by Gary behind him; and he was now pushed into the large dark room by Gary before the man closed the door behind him.

 

In the middle of the room was a very large mattress lying on a concrete floor.  Above it was a bare, blinding, light bulb that gave off just enough light to show the woman sitting atop the bare mattress.  The very young looking woman’s clothes looked more like tattered rags hanging over her filthy body.  The long dirty brown hair hung across her face as she looked up toward the six men that had just invaded her room.  The look in her eyes was full of fear, and Greg saw her body start to shake with fright, as if she could read the minds of the other five men.

 

“Well, it looks like Jason knew our fantasy quite well,” Gary said, walking around Greg with his hand reaching toward his crotch.

 

“Nothing like a good old gang bang rape to get the juices flowing,” Larry said, advancing on the girl.  Charlie grabbed his shoulder from behind, and the girls wide staring eyes turned from the advancing attacker to look at the man that was making an attempt to save her, or so she must have thought.

 

“You know the rules, nutjob,” Charlie said, stepping forward.  “I never get sloppy seconds.”

 

“No, no, no,” the girl started to whisper and whimper.  She began to crawl backward on the huge mattress, finally showing off the very slender, almost bony, legs.  They were covered with dirt, and even her toes looked covered in filth.

 

Charlie grabbed the girl’s ankles and yanked her back just as she had reached the edge of the mattress.  Her hands slipped out from under her, and the girls head fell back hard, hitting the concrete floor with a loud “thunk”.  The noise seemed to echo in the room, then there was no noise at all.  The woman lay on the mattress unconscious from the blow, and Charlie pulled out his knife again.

 

“I’m glad this bitch shut her fucking mouth,” he said.  “I hate it when they fucking scream too much.”

 

He then slid the knife up to the edge of the rags that covered her and began to cut them away.  Beneath the grimy items, the woman’s body looked just as filthy as the rest of her did.  Under some of the dirt, it even appeared that she was covered with bruises under all that dirt.  Greg suddenly felt his gorge starting to rise again.  He didn’t want any part of this.

 

Gary looked over his shoulder at Greg, as if reading his thoughts and grabbed him by the upper arm with a death grip.  He yanked him forward into the group of other men and whispered into his ear loud enough to be heard over the ripping of the rags.

 

“You’re going to fuck this girl when we’re done with her, fuck face,” he intoned with malice.  “We ain’t going to let you leave here saying that you didn’t have anything to do with it.”

 

A groan from the mattress caused their heads to turn back to ‘the show’ and they saw that the girls head was rolling from its sideways angle.  Her eyes fluttered open just as Charlie pulled his dick out of his pants, positioning himself between her bare legs.

 

“Grab her hands, boys,” Gary said, pushing Joe and Max forward.  The guys quickly grabbed the girl’s frail looking wrists just as she started to move the rest of her body.  Larry moved forward and took off his belt as he did so.  He kneeled with his knees besides the girls head.  His knees rested on her hair, holding her head in place.  He quickly slipped the edge of the belt into the girl’s mouth as she started to open it to yell out, blocking the scream.

 

“Don’t think about screaming, you cunt,” Gary said as he moved forward, pulling a knife out of his pocket.  “You make any unwelcomed noises, and we’ll make sure the last noise you make is a gurgling sound as you choke on your own blood.”

 

The three men holding her down chuckled as Charlie slid himself forward.  The girls shut her eyes tight, a single tear cleaning a path in the dirt on her face as it slid down the side.  They opened wide when Charlie’s hips thrust forward as he impaled her with his dick.  She only let out a grunt at the motion, her hands tensing into fists as her whole body went stiff as a board beneath the big man.  Then she went limp as a wet noodle as Charlie began to piston his cock in and out of her.

 

“Back up, Larry,” Charlie grunted.  “I think this bitch is going to be a good little girl, won’t you?”

 

The girl nodded her head, her eyes looking up at Charlie with fear, and a touch of anger.  Larry removed the belt and got off the girls hair as Charlie leaned forward and pressed his lips hard against hers.  He kissed her only for a few seconds before he pulled his face away and shoved hard and deep into her pussy, groaning with pleasure.

 

“God, this bitch’s cunt is fucking tight,” he said as he stayed deep inside her.  His body shook with the orgasm that seemed to race through his whole body, and then he lay down fully atop the young woman.  Greg thought he heard a whispering noise coming from the mattress for a brief moment before Charlie spoke again, his breath sounding ragged.

 

“Let her wrists go, boys,” he spoke, sounding tired but there was a hint at his lusts not being fulfilled just yet.  “We’re going to roll her over so everyone gets a shot at her goods.”

 

Joe and Max let go of her wrists, and Charlie rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl atop his cock.  Though she had looked little more than a very frail young woman earlier, the girl’s lithe back atop Charlie’s body now looked quite beautiful, even with all the dirt on it.  Greg felt his own cock starting to grow with arousal as he watched the woman’s hips begin moving with the guidance of Charlie’s hands.

 

Charlie was grunting when his eyes closed as he pushed up into her downward thrusts.  Greg stood his ground as he saw the other four men moving toward the fucking couple on the mattress.  The woman’s body arched upward, and she opened her mouth in what looked like a moan of pleasure; but Larry put a stop to any noise she was about to put out.  Instead, he shoved his now erect cock deep into her mouth.

 

Joe and Max were on their knees on the mattress, their erections sticking out proud.  They both reached down and took the girls hands and lifted them to their cocks and guided them into stroking them.  Gary moved behind the young woman, blocking most of Greg’s vision of what was going on.

 

Greg sidestepped a little until he could see the woman again, surrounded by the five men.  Gary thrust his hips hard forward and the woman’s eyes opened wide as she was shoved nose first into Larry’s pubic hair.  Both Gary and Larry moaned as they were taken deep into her body and Charlie hissed through his teeth beneath her.

 

“God, she’s even tighter now,” he grunted, his hands moving off her hips and groping hard on the woman’s breast.

 

Greg’s arousal grew to a painful edge as he watched the five men rape the woman between them.  Larry was now thrusting into her mouth, both of his hands were wound through her hair and pressing into the back of her skull.  Max and Joe moaned as they stared at the woman’s feminine hands while she stroked up and down their cocks.  Every now and then, her thumbs would roll across the top of the heads, collecting the pre-cum there and use it for lubricant to keep from chafing the cocks she was gripping.

 

Gary’s hands had grabbed her hips and just barely held them as he thrust in and out of her ass without any lubrication; but his grunts and moans were enough to let the room know that he wasn’t complaining about the feeling of her ass wrapped around his dick.  Gary shut his eyes tight as he thrust hard and deep inside her, holding his perfectly still, except for the small shiver that raced up his spine, causing his body to shake a little.  Then Gary started thrusting again, his eyes only opening half way and his mouth opened wide as he moaned in excited lusts.

 

Charlie had gone completely quiet under the woman’s body.  His hands were now lying at his side and his mouth was wide open with something of a constant groan of pleasure.  His eyes were also only opened a little bit; but they had a glassy look to them, as if he were possibly high on some really good shit.  His body went rigid for just a moment, and the woman moaned around the cock in her mouth as she bounced her hips up and down the shaft that was still hard and cumming inside her pussy.

 

The moan vibrated Larry’s dick inside her mouth and he shoved her head hard against his dick once more, feeling the head of his prick sink past her tongue and into the young woman’s throat.  Instead of trying to fight and pull away, she sucked and swallowed, the motions of her throat coaxing the orgasm out of Larry’s balls.  She moaned again as Larry released deep into her esophagus, his head thrown back and his eyes shutting tight from the unbelievable orgasm.

 

A single tear ran down from the side of his eyes before his head leaned forward once more and fell forward.  His eyes opened only a little way, and they seemed to be glued to the woman that was still sucking his cock.  The woman’s enthusiasm at her rape seemed to push Joe and Max over the edge.  Their cocks shot their load into a high arc through the air.  It landed perfectly on the girl’s upper back in long ropes.  A second and third shot expelled from their dicks, the second landing on her upper arm and the third on her forearms.

 

As their dick’s seeped more cum, she rubbed her palms over the heads and started stroking with more vigor.  Max and Joe remained kneeling there, their hands by their sides and their heads leaning forward and half-lidded eyes staring glazed at the woman jacking them off.

 

Greg pulled his dick out of his pants and started stroking the erection that was feeling painfully neglected.  He didn’t understand it though.  The idea of anyone raping a woman, let alone five men, had never turned him on before.  It repulsed him, and he still felt the urge to vomit at the thought that he was watching five guys that he knew took part in the murder of an unarmed man and were now defiling a poor frail young woman.

 

His eyes stared at her as he thought this, and it began to sink in what looked so wrong about the scene now.  She no longer looked thin and frail.  The woman’s body had seemed to fill out some; and her arms looked less like toothpicks now.  Some of the dirt on her flesh even seemed to have disappeared as she had begun to sweat with the exertion of fucking the five men.

 

That was the other thing that was wrong with the scene now, too.  It no longer appeared that the five men were raping her.  It looked more like she was fucking three of them with her mouth, ass and pussy, while she willingly jerked off the other two.  All five men, at the same time, went stiff as stones and opened their mouths wide as their hips pressed forward toward the woman that was making them cum.

 

The two in her hands shot more than three blasts toward her, and each time it was a perfect aim for the semen, as it landed on her back, arms and hands.  None of it missed the target, as if her body was attracting it out of the air.  The three men that were buried deep inside her orifices just remained as deep as they could go before they relaxed and she started moving again.

 

Greg felt his own orgasm growing closer; even as he watched the young woman’s body becomes even more gorgeous before him.  He continued to stroke his cock, but he kept a distance away from her, knowing that this was completely wrong and he didn’t want to be a part of it.  The thought of leaving the room and escaping from the brothel and calling the cops raced through his mind just as the five men’s orgasms started again.

 

Greg knew this was his chance, since Gary was busy enjoying the pleasure.  He looked at the ruthless man’s face, to make sure his eyes weren’t on him; and the sight made Greg’s blood run cold and his erection disappear in the space of a second.  Gary’s face was sunken in, as if all the fat in his cheeks and under his chin had just been wiped away.  The brute’s eyes were sunken in, and they looked devoid of life.  The expression on his face was no longer one of great pleasure but of excruciating pain.

 

Greg let his eyes race to the faces of the other three men kneeling on the mattress and he saw the same look on their visages.  They were not enjoying this; but they no longer seemed to have the ability to escape it.  His eyes went down to look at Charlie, and what lay beneath the woman made Greg finally lose the bile in his stomach.

 

Charlie’s body looked like it was little more than a skeleton wrapped in human flesh.  The fat and muscles were almost completely gone, and even the eyeballs looked like they were in the midst of shriveling up as the fluid in them dried out.  There was a rasping sound of escaping air coming from Charlie that was just barely audible over the noise of the moans and grunts of the young woman that was raping the five men to death.

 

Greg looked up from where he had just threw up and his eyes feel on the wet, clean, glistening and glowing body of the woman that was fucking her remaining four attackers.  He could not see her face, but the long horns that rose from the top of her head and curled around the side of it reminded him of those mountain rams from National Geographic.  That was enough to cause Greg to regain control of his feet and race toward the door.

 

At first, he was confused, because there was only darkness where the door should have been.  He couldn’t see anything but shadows, and the only noise was of the woman’s moans, grunts and wet sucking noises she made as she drained the life out of those five bastards.  Then he saw the thin line of light peering from beneath the door.  Greg raced to it, felt for the knob and begged silently for it to not be locked.

 

To his gratitude, he found the handle and it turned with ease, the door flying open with his hard pull, almost hitting himself in the face with it.  As soon as he was in the hallway, the door slammed shut on its own; and Greg didn’t even look back as he ran for the entrance of this brothel of hell.

 

As soon as he was outside the entrance, he saw that there were only two cars in the parking lot, the two that they had come in.  He then remembered that Charlie and Gary drove, so they must still have the keys.  In total despair, Greg sat on the top step and placed his head in his hands and began crying.  He felt ashamed for calling such evil men his friends; and he felt worthless for allowing them to do what they had just done to Jason and tried to do that poor girl.

 

 

 

Greg entered the door to Succubus Ranch and closed it behind him.  He saw that the door to the room where they had tossed Jason’s dead body earlier was still closed.  He worried that it was Jason’s ghost that he saw earlier.  Either that or it was just his imagination.  If it was the second one, then he finally understood that damn Edgar Allen Poe story, “The Tell-Tale Heart”.  The only difference was that it wasn’t the heart beating but the dead man talking.

 

Greg walked quickly past the closed door, giving it a wide birth, afraid that it would burst open and the dead man would reach out for him, drag him back inside, and rip out his own heart in brutal fashion.  He walked quickly to door with the number 4 on it.  He stood there a moment before reaching for the handle.  He was just about to turn the knob when he heard a woman grunting behind it.

 

Greg yanked his hand away as if it had just been burned by the metal and stared at the wooden barrier.  A woman’s voice whispered in his ear, and he quickly recognized it as his mother’s.

 

“Always remember your manners, Gregory,” she had told him when he was younger.

 

Greg reached up with his fist to the upper portion of the door and lightly knocked on it.  After a moment of silence, he stepped in closer to it, and knocked a little harder, hoping that the woman inside wouldn’t yank the door open and drag him to his death.

 

The door did open, though; but the woman on the other side didn’t drag him in to his death.  Instead, the young woman that the other five men attacked earlier stood there and gave him a pleasant smile.  When he looked at her eyes, he could see that the smile didn’t even touch them.  This was a predatory smile, and she was looking at him with angry hunger.

 

As she stood there, her nude body still glistening with the exertion of what she had done with the other men, Greg couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming up and down that beautiful flesh, admiring the perky youthful breasts, the toned body and legs.  He could even smell her arousal; but when he looked at her face, his heart melted, seeing the face of a very young woman, barely (if even) out of her teens.

 

But her eyes had a hateful glow about them, and the curled ram horns were still present on her head.  Even this, though frightening, gave rise to Greg’s arousal for her.  He felt ashamed to want her so badly, knowing that what he others tried to do, and the fact he did nothing to stop it, gave her every right to kill him in his book.

 

“I…I, um,” he stammered.  The woman reached out a hand and placed it on his chest while she remained in the dark interior.  The touch, through his shirt, was electrifying to Greg’s mind.  He suddenly felt his lusts rising, and knew that if she were to touch his bare skin, he would be sucked into her grasp and she would drain him as she did the others.  And he wouldn’t resist her.

 

“Speak up, before I make you pay,” she said.  Her voice was no longer sounded like a frightened little girl.  It had a commanding tone to it that belied her actions earlier.

 

“I’m s…s…sorry,” Greg said, his eyes looking into hers.  As he looked he felt as if he were falling under a spell.  Her hand started to slide up his chest toward his neck, inching ever closer toward the edge of the collar and his bare skin.  He was doomed if she touched him; but he already knew, from the feeling of losing himself in her eyes, that he was already hers.

 

“For what?” she asked, this time her voice had a playful tone to it.

 

“I’m sorry for not trying to help you, when they attacked you,” he said, his voice sounding miles away to his own ears.  “I should have done something, even if it meant they would hurt me.”

 

“Anything else?” she questioned, her fingers now reaching the edge of his shirts collar.  He could feel her long fingernail starting to scratch the flesh.

 

“I’m sorry that I had even thought such bastards were friends,” he said.  “I want…I want to…”

 

“You want to what?” she said, her fingers suddenly giving the skin where his neck and shoulders connected a light caress as they slid up, over and then along the back of his bare neck.  Greg felt the world fall away, and his mind nearly lost all thoughts of anything but giving this woman his life, no matter how painful the experience may be.  Before he lost his mind completely, he got out what he was trying to say.

 

“I want to make it up to you, in any way possible…willingly,” he blurted out.

 

The woman gripped the back of his neck tightly and she yanked Greg toward her.  Her mouth latched onto his and she pressed her nude front to his.  Her body molded to his, and he felt her free hand come up and grope his painful erection.  She deftly pulled it out of his jeans through the zipper and gave it a gentle squeeze and several arousing strokes while she kissed him.

 

Greg’s mind melted and lost all thought of anything but this monstrous woman.  Her tongue probed all inside his mouth, and her breath was hot inside his throat as he breathed it in.  Her saliva tasted of sulfur and he had a vision of what Hell must smell and taste like as you were burned to a cinder for eons.  His eyes closed as he gave up willingly to her assault, knowing that she was about to punish him for his failure to be the gentleman that he had been brought up as.

 

Then he felt cold hard metal pressed into the palm of his hand and a cold breeze on his face.  His ears filled with the loud crash of a door slamming, and he found his face was nearly a foot from the numeral 4 and the closed wooden door.  Taking a step back, he looked down and saw that he had a key in his hands and his dick still protruding painfully forward.  There was no key ring; and it was definitely not the key to one of the two older model cars that Charlie and Gary drove.

 

“There you are, dear,” said a woman’s voice close by.  Greg turned around and found himself staring at a woman who had the beauty of all of his wet dreams.  Her face, body and even the way she stood in the middle of the hallway, was the most arousing thing he had ever seen in his life.

 

Greg fell to his knees and felt his balls contract as the woman’s eyes bored into his mind.  Images of such sexual delights flashed and blazed through him, every last one of them coming to rest in his groin and causing his cock to finally release the orgasm that he’d been denied for so long.

 

“That’s enough, Greg,” the woman’s voice said; and like that, his orgasm stopped.  “When you get your legs to work again, would you be a dear and take the convertible in the parking lot back to the rental company that it came from?  The lady that drove it here has decided to stay with her husband and run with his pack.”

 

After a couple of minutes, Greg used the wall to climb to his feet, feeling his knees shake from the explosion of his orgasm.  He looked back to where the woman had been standing; but she wasn’t there.  Looking down, he saw his spent semen on the floor slowly sink into the carpet and disappear from sight.

 

“The building absorbs everything to retain its power,” Jason’s voice said from behind Greg.  On wobbly legs, he turned and saw the co-owner of the demonic brothel looking at him.  “You survived the attentions of one of our most dangerous daughters.  That’s got to count for something.

 

“Do as Maradith asks, and keep the money since your fantasy was never fulfilled,” Jason continued.  “When you’re through with the questions that are going to be asked about Charlie, Gary, Max, Larry and Joe, come back and maybe we can fix you up with your true fantasy, now that they aren’t blocking your desires like they had before.”

 

Greg only nodded and left Succubus Ranch, $10,000 richer, driving a rental car back to Las Vegas.  As he drove, the entire story of how he and those bastards had gone for a ride out to Succubus Ranch.  When he finished with a fantastic night of fornicating with one of the girls, he found that his brutish friends had played a prank on him by leaving him behind.  Thankfully, the brothel gave him the loner of a rental car that needed to be returned.

 

Look for Greg’s return to Succubus Ranch in the future.

 

Copyright 2010 © by Jason Morris, mjm202036@hotmail.com.  All rights reserved.

 

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