Spell, Crook and Handle Pt. 05

"Would you like a cocktail Sir," a lovely brunette dressed in a harness and sporting a horse tail poking out of her ass asked.

"Tequila with a beer back," I said.

"Dark or light beer," she replied.

"Dark, Guinness if you have it," I said and she smiled as she left to fill my order.

"Louis, well as I live and breathe," the Governor said from a corner of the room. "I am glad Leah has brought you to our little quiet slice of bliss. If you need anything just ask. I have been on the phone with the FBI and police chief everyday over this insanity."

I heard a deliciously naughty sound and turned. What a sight indeed! There was a woman lying sideways on a high backed chair, her head was hanging over the arm of the chair while a man fucked her throat. Despite the act she had an air of nobility and grace about her. I watched as he buried his erection between her lips in a steady rhythm and she took it all without a hint of a gag or any sign of discomfort. She was dressed in an Arabian dancer's costume and a long strand of pearls dangling between her large breasts.

"I believe you've met my wife," the Governor said gesturing to the woman on the chair.

"Oh, it's been a few years," I replied as coolly as I could. "She looks well."

"That's what I like about you Louis," the Governor laughed. "So polite and so kind, if you want to have a go at her it looks like Simon is about ready to shoot off."

The man Simon he mentioned turned out to be Simon Birch, the District Attorney. His face was bright red and a few seconds later he let out a deep guttural groan and the Governor's wife swallowed every drop. He withdrew his cock and she sat up and settled into the chair and licked her lips. She looked at her husband with a questioning look and he shook his head. She smiled and seemed quite pleased with herself. The Governor reintroduced me to her and she hopped up and hugged me, her tits crushing against my chest. She told me if I needed anything all I had to do was ask. I leaned in close and asked.

"Oh you naughty boy you, I would love to," Sindy giggled. "How do you want me?"

She sat down and placed an ankle on each arm of the chair and leaned back. She beckoned me with a motion of her finger and I walked up. I watched as she unzipped me and freed my member. Her eyes lit up when she saw the length and girth that I offered.

"Oh my, this is going deep," she purred. "Here let me."

She guided me between her legs and I slid in quite easily. She was soaked after sucking off the D.A. and was eager for a good pounding.

"Not don't hold back just because we are in a room with other people. You ram that fat cock of yours as deep and hard and fast as you want." Sindy said as if she were talking about the weather.

I slid into her completely and she let out a woof of surprise. She reached up and grabbed the back of the chair for support and nodded. I began to move slowly now and a small crowd formed around us. It was easy to feed from them. They were so intent on what was going on in front of them; their lust was a tangible thing for me. I thrust harder and that got her juices flowing. I had a goal and by god I was going to get it. I hammered her harder and faster now. I watched as her demeanor began to crumble and she looked to her husband for support.

"It's okay sweetie, if you want to go ahead. Nobody will blame you with that fine specimen inside of you." The Governor told his wife.

"Thank you dear," she said as I invoked the dark magic and snared her in it. "Oh shit!"

Her first orgasm hit so fast and without warning she almost fainted. I pounded her hard and fast and she cursed like a fucking sailor. Leah leaned against the Governor while I reached up and pinched his wife's nipples hard. Her hips bucked against me as she came for the second time. The look of disbelief was evident to all. She used her hands and pulled her ass up and off of the chair's seat. I let go of her nipples and grabbed her thighs to help support her. I adjust my footing and drove my cock as deep as it could go with every thrust now.

"Fuck me motherfucker," she screamed. "Oh my god I am coming again!"

I wanted to curse back at her but bit it back. The energy from her was heady but that from the crowd watching was a whole new flavor for me. My balls were slapping against her asshole and as her fourth orgasm closed on her my first was cresting.

"Oh shit he's getting bigger," she cried. "Are you going to cum?"

"UH HUH," I growled.

"MY tits... shoot it all over my TITS!" she demanded.

I nodded as I hammered her so hard the chair threatened to tip over. Leah stepped in and braced it from behind. I slammed into her cunt until the very last second. I yanked my cock free and plastered her tits, pearls and her face for good measure.

"Oh well done," someone behind cried.

"Excellent aim Sir," another offered.

"Me next," a female voice begged, it was the pony server.

The Governor's wife slumped down, very unladylike, into the chair and panted as she caught her breath. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. I stepped back as the pony and the cat rubbed my cum into her skin as if it were lotion. They licked their fingers afterward and smiled. Leah did me the service of licking my cock clean before I tucked it in and zipped up.

"I am sure I speak for my wife," the Governor said. "I would like to invite you and a guest to our next little party. I hope you can come."

"Unless a break in my sister's case prevents me," I said. "I will be there."

"Well said Louis well said." He said smiling. "Oh, it looks like Sindy wants another round with you."

"She is a very adventurous woman," I said and he agreed.

"Oh yeah, a cock hungry slut that one," he replied. "One of the reasons I married her."

The pony delivered my drink and I downed the Tequila and paused before I drank my beer. That was the best Tequila that ever passed my lips. The Governor saw my expression and smiled. He told pony to send a case to the chapter house with his regards. I thanked him and he shook his head. Apparently the pounding I had given his wife was reward enough. As I sipped my pint of Guinness a soft melody came over hidden speakers and the entire climate of the room changed. The subdued gentlemen acted more like horny teenagers. I followed as they pushed open a hidden door behind one of the bookcases lining the room. The passage lead straight to a large room decorated with stripper poles, cages and plenty of tables. I was led to the center table and before it a caged stage with a pole inside.

"Oh you are in for quite the treat," the Governor said excitedly. "She only comes out for special occasions."

"She," I asked and he pointed to a wheeled cage that was being pushed towards our stage.

The cage was covered but I felt something. The smell of ionized air was heavy in the air. A storm was approaching and it was electric! I found my fingers digging into the surface of the table. Who was under that cloth? No, what was beneath that cloth? The closer it got the stronger the feeling became. Oh no, I recognized it, that magnetic force that I knew intimately well. But that was impossible, where did they find her? The cage was docked and the doors of both cages swung inward allowing the thing inside to pass from one to the other. She wore a hooded robe but I knew what she was even before she revealed herself.

The cage doors closed and the music began, Son of a Preacher Man drifted over head as she dropped the robe to the floor. The succubus was stunning to look upon. She had chosen the appearance of a buxom yet innocent looking teenager. She wore glasses, hair up in pigtails and a short pleated skirt to finish the look. As she danced she fed from the crowd. Her dark magic strong and heavy in the air and only the iron manacles around her wrists and ankles broke the illusion. The seamless jewelry kept her from shredding the cage and making a massacre of those assembled.

I severed her connection to me with some effort and enjoyed her performance. I saw the glassy eyed look on everyone else and understood their hunger for her. She was their dream girl and perfect fantasy in the flesh. She made eye contact with each man and woman in the room. I could almost see the soul stuff drifting through the air in a kind of spiritual miasma. She shed the skirt to reveal the black thong beneath. I had to admit she had a world class ass beneath. By the end of the song she was down to bobby socks and a devilish grin. The next song began, Scorpions 'Send Me an Angel' and she shifted to a tall leggy brunette with hair down to that world class ass. Her dance style was as mercurial as her form. She was working the pole now and doing some seriously acrobatic maneuvers. When we made eye contact she faltered and this little fact was not lost on certain patrons.

"She really likes you," the D.A. whispered in my ear. "In the six years I have been coming here she has never made a mistake on the pole."

"Lucky me," I said.

Her third and last song, Iron Maiden's 'The Fallen Angel', began and she was now a busty redhead with freckles, green eyes and plump pussy begging to be fucked. She was in full feeding mode now. Her style shifted to a gymnastic form and the pole was removed. It slid silently upwards and used the entire stage now for our entertainment. Her eyes never left mine now. She was as curious about me as I was about her.

'Who are you,' her mind speech slithered into my consciousness.

'No one to be trifled with,' I replied and she laughed.

'A mage... Fae... damn my iron prison... I can't see you clearly,' she growled in frustration.

'How long,' I asked.

'My prison,' she replied and I nodded. 'Forty six years and some change, my own fault for being too arrogant.'

The song was nearing its end and her body was covered in a gleaming sheen of sweat. The cage doors opened and she returned to the smaller one. She spoke to her handler and he looked at me and then back at her. He nodded and she sat down crossed legged in the center of her cage as it was wheeled over to a side of the room. I was approached by her handler and he told me to sit in the chair provided and not to touch her for any reason. I agreed and walked over and sat down.

"What is your name," I asked and the succubus laughed.

"Nice try Mage," she snarled. "My Master is far too clever for that. I can smell your power from here and it is intoxicating. Pity I am in here and you are out there."

"Yes a real pity," I replied.

"Do they know that you are a Mage?"

"No, I am just a humble archaeologist," I said.

"You are marked historian," she purred. "You are owned as surely as I am. It is good to know that I am not the sole slave in this room. Your leash is more ephemeral than mine but just as binding. She is still alive by the way, your sister. But the pawn has a patron. The patron wants you to suffer before he strikes out at you."

"How do you know that?" I asked and I saw the delight my pain gave her.

"If you were more observant you'd know. The patron protects his pawn."

Our time was up and she was wheeled away. What did she mean the patron protects his pawn? Was someone shielding the kidnapper? She was a creature of magic and it made sense she might sense such things. Who would want to protect a monster like this one? I sat in that chair for a long time. Long enough for the crowd to dissipate and seek other distractions. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to look at the man in the white suit. He could have been anywhere from his late teens to early thirties. It was his eyes that had that ageless quality about them.

"It is unwise to take a succubus' words to heart. They are bitter and mischievous creatures."

"You must be the master she mentioned," I replied and got to my feet.

"A very astute deduction, I am indeed her owner. The name is Torre, Victor Torre, at your service."

"Everyone just calls me Louis," I said.

"She mentioned that you are a Mage of sorts," Victor said. "I don't suppose you could perform for my guests?"

"I will need a few female volunteers from the audience," I said.

"I think I can wrangle up a few," he said. "Follow me."

The room was patterned after a medieval dungeon along with all the toys. Victor had hand-picked my audience and among them was Sindy and her husband the Governor. I knew it was a bad idea but I felt like I owed him something for his hospitality. Sindy was one of the four female volunteers. I directed them to strip down and stand in the open area near the center of the dungeon. The men formed a loose circle around them as I cast the spell. I had been playing around with this spell and customized it a little. The fog rolled across the floor and the ceiling this time. The two circles formed around the women and the eerie illumination flashed within and all eyes were fixed on it. I invoked the second phase and the whip-like appendages appeared from above and below this time. Arms and legs were grasped as the women were lifted up into the air.

"Holy shit," a man gasped. "Is he going to do what I think he is?"

"Yep, look..." another man exclaimed pointing at the ground.

The four tentacles emerged from the fog and slithered up towards the women and they squealed in delight. I could have just impaled them then and there but decided to drag things out. This was as much about feeding from them as entertaining the masses. The tips of the tentacles sprouted mouths and tongues. The tongues began to lap between each woman's legs. The only sound now came from the women as they growled, grunted and moaned. I let them beg me to fuck them but I waited. I watched them carefully and when their legs began to tremble I yielded. The tips of the tentacles became more phallic and eased into them. The cry from them echoed off the stony walls. The men gasped as their wives and girlfriends were violated by the unearthly appendages.

"Oh he is a fucking rock star," the D.A. said to his friends.

"More cocks... more cocks..." the men began chanting.

I smiled and nodded. Four tentacles descended from above and four more rose from the floor. The ones from the ceiling slid between the women's lips and began fucking their throats. Those from below began teasing their asses preparing them for the next step. Sindy just relaxed in the grip of her violator and gave herself up to the pleasure. Soon the other women followed her and surrendered. The tentacles from below sprouted little vines and pulled the women's ass cheeks apart so everyone had a clear view. The tendril-like heads eased into each woman very slowly and they groaned as the violation reached completion. Once they were accustomed to their plight I let the heads swell inside of them and made them move. It was like an erotic orchestra and each player had its part. The undulating cocks inside of them pulsed with life as they thrust in and out. The sturdy yet gentle tentacles that held the ladies aloft and the sprouts that held ass cheeks or caressed tit flesh and nipples.

"I think they are ready for the climax," I said.

I tied my senses into the cacophony of pleasure and it hit me full tilt. I took a step back but recovered quickly. I flipped the ladies ass up and head down and fucked them senseless. The men watched in awe as their female companions were completely and utterly violated before their eyes. I was so entranced with the spell I missed out on what else was going on. The ladies writhed in pleasure as one orgasm followed another and I fed on them lightly but fully. I had to recoup what I put into the spell. Their bodies were building for a mind melting orgasm. They were intricately linked via my enchantment and they were synced to the millisecond. As my climax neared so did theirs. We were one and as the moment closed in on us they shook and bucked.

"Coming..." I cried out and the simultaneous orgasm that day became legend.

I lowered them to the ground and cancelled the spell. The fog receded from the floor and ceiling, leaving only a pile of quivering female flesh. I blinked a few times and saw that the men had not been idle. They had made an offering of their own to my spell. The multiple puddles of seed shone on the floor evidence of the audience's appreciation. Victor had already recovered and was all tucked in and grinning. He gestured and the cat girl handed me my VIP membership card to The Cage. I had unlimited access to any and all delights it had to offer.

"Hell of a show," the Governor added after a time. "I think Sindy has had enough stimulation for today."

"Following that up is going to be damn hard," the D.A. said. "But I will do my damnedest."

The ladies were taken away so that they could powder their noses. I turned to see a very aroused Akhkharu behind me. Leah had witnessed my performance and was chewing her lower lip. I had a feeling she wanted to be entertained and soon. I told her the back of the limo would have to do. I had enough of public displays of affection for the day. She agreed. So after a leisurely hour long drive through the park and other scenic parts of the city I was dropped off at the chapter house. In the back seat a wrecked vampire and a promise to drop by soon.

I washed up and dressed for dinner. After the meal I could inspect my armor and see what had been done to it. I walked down to the dining room and at the foot of the front steps was Gabrielle. She looked tired and in need of some serious attention. I stopped and sat on the stairs looking her in the eye.

"After dinner how about a nice long walk," I said. "Then I will rub out some of that stress."

"That would be nice but," she said. "I have business I need to..."

"Do I have to make that an order," I said cutting her off. "I will if I have to."

"I love you," she mouthed too afraid to say it aloud. "You've been out playing haven't you?"

"You're not the only one under stress," I said. "I can't just sit around doing nothing."

"I understand," she said and the weight of guilt evaporated. "I can't be there for you as much as I want."

We went to dinner and I took up my usual spot at the end of the table. The same fourth year sat next to me and seemed primed for conversation. I touched a finger to my lips as the Evening Prayer was recited. We ate in relative silence. The girl did in fact begin quite the philosophical discussion.

"I saw the footage of you in the fighting ring," she said after a while. "You should be teaching."

"That is one opinion," I said.

"Did your instructor not give you permission, is that it," she asked. "I have heard of such things."

"It is complicated," I said.

"You say that a lot," she replied. "Is everything complicated with you?"

"Not quite everything, but yes most things," I told her smiling.

"Can I ask a personal question," she asked.

"Eep, this could enter dangerous ground young lady," I said. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yes, most assuredly." She giggled.

"Okay, out with it," I said as she leaned close, pretending to reach for the salt and whispered.

"Which do men prefer more, oral or vaginal sex?" She asked as her hand settled on my leg.

"I would have to say the latter," I replied. "But in a pinch the former is quite nice too."

"Do you have a preference," she asked as her hand moved up closer to its goal.

"I do have a preference, but uh I am not sure her Ladyship would appreciate me seducing her acolytes."

"Oh... hmm... I never looked at it like that," she said as her fingers traced my erection. "I haven't taken any vows of celibacy yet so..."

"Ah... I understand completely," I said as she began to rub me through my jeans. "It is going to be one of 'those' days."

"What do you mean," she said as she rubbed harder now.

"I was kind of busy while I was out," I said and I could see the wheels turning.

"Oh... OH..." she said and smiled. "You are pretty damn rigid about your stance. Maybe we can spar later?"