The Honorary Succubus - Chapter 1(?)

Lauren woke up with a start. She had just been asleep in her bed, right? But… where is she now?

Her bedroom has melted away and only a distorted, twisting cave sits before her, her body lying on the uncomfortable sandy ground. She sits up and looks around, trying to find anything familiar in this strange wasteland. Fire burns in seemingly random places, providing much needed light, but not much warmth. Instead, it made the ground and walls seem to crawl unsettlingly. Lauren shutters and clutches her arms around her, clutching her sides that are bared by her soft crop top. She always wore a crop top and soft shorts to bed. She’s a hot sleeper but can’t possibly fall asleep without a blanket.

As she shivers from the strange chill in the air, she hears evil-sounding laughter billowing from a passageway in front of her. A massive shadow is cast on the wall in front of her and the demonic figure howls and moves dramatically. Lauren slowly gets up, quickly clutching her bare sides as she shivers in the dark cavern. She sees where the shadow is coming from: the source tucked behind a curve in the path ahead. As she rounds the path, she sees a much less threatening monster than she expected. Standing a little over three feet, the impish creature is standing next to a sexy woman who’s chained up against the wall of the cave with her arms above her head and her ankles shackled to the ground. The chains look heavy and the shackles are locked tightly around her wrists and ankles. She’s clad in a strange, erotic lingerie ensemble with her armpits and midriff completely exposed to the cool air of the cave. Her bottoms are nearly nonexistent, a brief underwear-like piece runs between her thighs and covers her private region while still exposing her long, shapely legs. Her arms are chained high above her head, exposing her silky smooth armpits and emphasizing her hourglass figure. She dangles limply in her bonds, seemingly unconscious.

The tiny imp beside her snaps his head towards me, becoming aware of my presence.

“Greetings, mortal,” the imp hisses. “You must be shocked to find yourself in such a place.”

“Well… Yeah, I guess… I kinda feel more like I’m dreaming,” Lauren remarks, taking note of the detail and consistency of her surroundings. “But this all seems too real to be a dream.”

“I assure you this is no dream,” the imp chortles. “And I am no mortal.”

“Ok, then… Who are you? And what’s with this woman here?” Lauren inquires.

“I am known by many names, although no one has quite gotten it right. Lucifer, Hades, Satan, there are plenty of names ascribed to me.”

Lauren chuckles, “YOU’RE the devil?”

“The king of the damned and the tormentor of the wicked, yes!” he puffs proudly.

“I guess I expected you to be a bit… I don’t know… taller?”

The imp’s shoulders slump as this creature dares to insult him. “Physical form is no obstacle for me. I can assume whatever shape I like. However, it’s less frustrating to assume this more diminutive stature.”

“Whatever you say, Satan,” the adorable Lauren giggles, holding a hand over her tightly pursed lips to hide her amusement. Her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes contrast wildly with the dark reds and blacks making up the rocks of the cave. The firelight flickers against her eyes and the contradictory chilly air gives her goose bumps. Her black crop top and gray sleep shorts flow gently in the cool air. Her own body is quite exposed in this moment, similar to the chained-up woman, but not quite as extreme. She stands about 5’ 2” and has a gorgeous figure as well as a deep innie belly button. Her short stature provides her an adorable look while her figure makes her look sexy as…

“Wait…” Lauren pieces together the strange setting of their meeting place. “Is this place hell?”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner!... Sort of…” the imp feigns happiness at her ability to deduce their location. “I don’t call it that. I call it home. But you can call it whatever you like.”

“So, what am I doing here?” Lauren asks uneasily.

“You asked about this woman earlier. Let me tell you a story about her. She’s a higher-up in a massive company that owns shell companies that owns shell companies, you see.”

Lauren nods her head silently as Satan continues his story.

“Well, she’s been scooping money off the top and providing her political allies information regarding her company’s activities and helping them take advantage of the employees and other shareholders. Basically, some insider trading and general embezzlement. I’ve had my eye on this one for a while. And unfortunately, when it all came out, she convinced her assistant to take the fall and she got away with it scot free. At least, in her own world, she did…”

“So, you want to punish her? Why am I here?” Lauren’s confusion settles in even deeper. Why is Lauren here?... to witness the punishment or something?...

“Oh, there’s so much to discuss, but I’ll keep it brief. Home is getting full. The human population is exploding and I can’t handle much more of them coming down here at the rate they are. The big guy upstairs decided to give himself the much roomier location while I have to cram three or four occupants into spaces the size of studio apartments. It makes tormenting their souls so much more difficult. Anyway, I needed to find some recruits to help me punish these evil people who take advantage of others to change their ways before they end up down here with me for good. If the big guy isn’t going to give me any more space, I figure I might as well send him a few billion more occupants rather than take them on myself.

The only problem is that he is very perceptive and demands they atone for their sins as well as change their ways. And he agreed that only people who are moderately annoying to moderately evil can go through this redemption process. He wants to keep his neighborhood as tidy as possible, I guess. So, I have a proposition for you.”

The imp finally finishes his spiel and points at Lauren.

“Would you be willing to help me punish these moderate evildoers and convince them to change?”

Lauren is shocked at this whole predicament. She’s met the devil, discovered that there’s some higher power controlling the afterlife, and been offered some kind of deal to help torture other people so the devil doesn’t have to do it himself?

“You want me to torture people?” Lauren asks with shock and horror. This woman may have done some evil things, but she’s done nothing to Lauren personally.

“I mean, torture is a word for it I guess, but I figured you would be a particularly excited candidate for this task,” the imp smiles with all of its pointy teeth as it side-eyes Lauren.

“What’s in it for me?” Lauren asks.

“Oh, I think the experience is plenty! You see, I’ve been watching you, too. And I picked you for a reason! I know your secrets and your preferences…” the devil trails off.

“Uhhh, yeah, uh…” Lauren blushes and looks away from the accuser, rubbing the back of her neck as she attempts to avert her gaze.

“I know you like tickling people. Especially beautiful women,” the imp chuckles, his eyes narrowing as he finishes his sentence and his smile widening.

Lauren’s eyes go wide as she realizes this being might actually know about her secret. She’s never told anyone before. Although, she always figured some of her girl friends had figured it out when she would tickle them until they cried or wet themselves sometimes. But this thing knowing her secret and calling her on it is a totally different kind of embarrassment from her friends having their suspicions.

“H- How did you?...” Lauren trails off.

“Like I said, I’ve been watching you for a long time. Look, we could easily make this work if you’re interested. If you’re not, then I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to tickle this beauty until she atones…” Lucifer knows he’s playing Lauren like a fiddle now. There’s no way she’d pass up this opportunity.

“NO!” Lauren blurts out. “I… I’ll do it…”

“Splendid!” the devil cackles. “I knew you’d come around! Now, I’d like to see how well you do here. Stand in front of her,” he indicates the chained-up woman. “All you have to do is say, ‘Wake up’ and she’ll obey.”

Lauren does as instructed, standing face to face with the beautiful brunette. Her long straight brown hair tumbles down her shoulders, and Lauren follows that sight to the woman’s exposed navel.

Lauren looks at the woman and shouts, “Wake up!”

“WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS THIS?” The woman’s head shoots up in terror and she begins yelling and pulling against her shackles in an uncontrollable panic.

“Watch this,” the imp whispers to Lauren. “Welcome to hell! This is where you’ll spend eternity if you don’t change your ways!”

The devil growls fiercely as the woman pulls away from him, wide-eyed. Then, she begins to laugh heartily as she gets over the uncanny appearance of the little demon in front of her.

“Hahahaha! And I bet you’re Satan, huh?” she cackles.

The imp grows and morphs into an eight foot tall beast with huge veiny muscles and long claws. Fire erupts from his nose and mouth and eyes as his snout becomes more pronounced and the once tiny horns on his head curve and twist into a wickedly shaped crown. His tiny wings shrivel into his back as his thin tail develops into a large, saurian tail with a massive flail-shaped mass on the end.

“Convinced now?” he growls, his deeper, distorted and monstrous voice is accentuated by flames erupting between his fangs.

The woman shudders as the beast glares down at her, her eyes wide with terror and her body trembling in fear.

“Wha- What do you want with me?” she mumbles, eyes locked on the ferocious face in front of her.

The gargantuan demon shrinks back into his impish form as he addresses the woman, “Your days of embezzlement and abuse of power are over. Or else you will meet a serious fate. My minion here is to teach you a lesson to make sure you give up your selfish ambitions and live a more humble life.”

Indicating Lauren, the imp takes her hand and brings her closer to the woman, bringing the two face to face.

“Now, this will seem like torture. But remember, this is just the warning,” the demon smirks. “Now, my minion. Show me what you can do.”

Lauren looks like a deer in headlights, staring at the scantily clad woman in front of her. Chained up. And completely vulnerable to any sort of merciless torment Lauren wants to exact. She reaches up with her right hand, her index finger extended towards the woman’s outstretched armpit. As she reaches, the woman stares at the finger anxiously, tugging against her restraint desperately in an attempt to escape.

Then, Lauren’s finger reaches her armpit and slowly glides from the top of her ribs next to her breast upward towards the top of her armpit, passing over her smooth, ticklish hollow as the woman trembles and purses her lips.

“Tick- Tickling?” the woman looks horrified by her predicament. “You’re going to tickle me?”

Lauren looks back at the demon for some indication as to what she should say back, but he merely shrugs his shoulders and waves towards the chained woman. She looks straight ahead at the selfish businesswoman and confidently growls, “I’m going to tickle TORTURE you.”

With this line, Lauren raises her hands and begins wiggling her fingers in front of her prisoner’s face, tickling the air with her fingernails. As the woman squirms in her shackles, Lauren slowly approaches her milky smooth armpits with her fingers until she finally makes contact.

“NOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the woman howls with laughter immediately. Lauren’s fingernails scribble and flutter all over the brunette’s ticklish hollows, her fingernails dancing and skittering across the skin and making her victim jump up and down in her bonds as she squeals and howls with laughter. Each stroke of her fingernails elicits a jump and squeal as she tickles and tickles the poor brunette’s exposed armpits. Lauren loves the feeling of her lee’s armpits beneath her fingernails, delighting in the delicious giggles and pleas she is already collecting from her sensitive tickle toy.

“Tickle tickle tickle, my sweet little toy,” Lauren teases her, happily continuing her ticklish work as the woman bounces up and down in her bonds. Her plump breasts jiggle in front of Lauren, often brushing against her wrists as she continues her ticklish torture. The dark BDSM-inspired skimpy outfit barely contains the ticklish woman’s breasts as she howls and bounces. Lauren can’t get enough of her ticklish squealing and dancing and continues quickly skittering her fingernails along the ticklish armpits of the now raucously out of control brunette.

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!” she begs through her wild laughter. Lauren continues ticklishly tormenting those silky smooth armpits as the brunette’s breasts bounce up and down, back and forth with every attempt to escape the ticklish clutches of the tickle happy torturer. Lauren’s eyes move from the delectable breasts in front of her down across the woman’s flat stomach to her deep navel, the captive’s abs flexing through her skin as she guffaws and roars with laughter. That tummy is so tight and sexy that Lauren can’t help but begin her descent towards it, slowly dancing her fingernails down across her victim’s armpits, along her delicate ribcage, and taking an extended detour tickling her sides and ribs as she hears…

“AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! OH GOD NOT THEEEEEEERE!”

Lauren whips her face towards her victim’s. That wide-open smile frozen with laughter and pleading compliments the tears collecting in the corners of her victim’s tightly shut eyes. The captive now swings and wiggles back and forth, desperately trying to escape the tickling fingers at her sides. But as soon as she escapes the tickling at her right side for a second, her left side moves right into the other tickling fingers, forcing her to perform the entire dance over and over and over as she squeals and howls. Lauren takes in every delicate stroke of her fingers against the ticklee’s bare ribs. The soft skin is such a wonderful contradiction of the strong bone beneath, and the ease with which something as strong as a ribcage can be exploited with such a light touch is magical. Lauren’s quick strokes move faster and faster, tickling like a hurricane of feathers all around the businesswoman’s bare ribs. She cackles and yelps and screams with ticklish delight, jumping up and down as far as she can in her shackles while the devilish imp watches on, amazed by his minion’s swift work in breaking her victim.

“Coochie coochie coo!” Lauren begins cooing at her tickle toy, heightening her sense of helplessness and loss of control. “My, my! You ARE a ticklish little thing, aren’t you?”

“STOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIT!” the woman demands.

“Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands of me, my little tickle toy,” Lauren taunts back. “I tell you what. If you tell me your name, which my boss here forgot to give me before we started all this, then I might be a bit more gentle with you. Maybe I’ll even let you go!”

The woman cackles and howls as Lauren continues tickling her ribs with her nimble fingers, her ticklish tears now flowing freely down her bright pink cheeks.

“WHYHYHYHY DO YOU NEEHEEHEED MY NAHAHAHAHAHAME??” she questions, knowing from various superstitions that it’s possible for a supernatural being to torment you far worse if they have your name than if they don’t.

“Why, I just need to know what to call you while we’re playing like this of course! I’m pretty new at this, so I want to make sure I get this right,” Lauren pouts a little with this last line, continuing her ceaseless scribbles along her lee’s ribs.

Her brunette victim screams and squeals with ticklish glee as Lauren continues tickling all up and down her ribs almost mindlessly. Finally, she exclaims, “IHIHIHIHI WOHOHOHOHON’T TELL YOU!”

Lauren’s fingers, never slowing in their tickling, continue their original journey, finally leaving the scantily-clad woman’s ribcage and moving south towards those tight abs, still fluttering back all over as they travel. The woman’s raucous howling has abated somewhat, but only due to the more teasing approach Lauren is utilizing on her stomach. Lauren’s fingernails rest lightly on her captive’s tummy. She closes her eyes and focuses simply on the feeling of the soft skin beneath her fingers. The gently twitches and spasms in those sexy abdominal muscles as her lee chuckles and giggles breathlessly. The consistent rising and falling of her belly as she pants for air during this short break. Lauren breathes in and out, finding herself following her lee’s lead and synchronizing with her deep breaths as her fingers continue their ever-so-light skittering. The only disturbance in the rising and falling is the occasional giggle from the tickling at the captive’s tummy.

“Please… huff... I’m begging you… let me go…” the woman huffs between each plea, desperately trying to maintain her composure as Lauren’s devious fingers still slowly spider along her midriff, now moving outward towards the woman’s sides. “I promise… I’ll completely change my ways… I’ll even admit to my wrongdoings!... Just don’t tickle me anymore…”

“If you won’t even tell me your name, how am I supposed to believe that you’ll change?” Lauren stares her captive down with an intensity she had never before seen. As her fingers drift slowly towards the woman’s sides, she again begins skittering her fingernails along the woman’s bare skin until she reaches those delightful side muscles. Then, she begins the true torture.

Lauren begins kneading the woman’s sides, tickling deep within the soft muscles and making sure to keep a firm but still gentle massage deep within the ticklish woman’s exposed, defenseless sides. The soft muscle and smooth skin beneath Lauren’s finger pads feels so amazing. How it’s simultaneously squishy and firm. The way it moves beneath her fingertips and presses back against them as her ticklish victim laughs and bucks against her tickling. It’s all so enthralling to the blonde tickler. There’s just nothing like the feeling of having a helpless, ticklish, sexy woman at your fingers. Lauren can’t get enough of it.

“STOP STOP STOP!” Lauren’s ticklish victim pleads over and over again while thrashing and cackling with ticklish laughter.

“You know what will make me stop, my little toy. Coochie coochie coo!” Lauren sings as she continues kneading the desperate woman’s sides. “Just let me have that name of yours and I’ll go easy on you.”

The woman shakes her head back and forth as she’s tickled mercilessly, tossing her dark hair to and fro. Some of her hair clings to her face, trapped by her ticklish tears and a thin layer of sweat that’s begun accumulating all over her bare body. She shrieks and pleads and screams with boisterous laughter as Lauren’s fingers continue to knead and squeeze and goose her bare sides.

Lauren leans in towards her victim, slowing her tickling to a teasing light tickle along her twitching sides. The woman is now panting and giggling with her hair tumbling down over her face. Lauren gets close to her ear and whispers seductively, “I think I know why you won’t give me your name, my little toy. I think you’re enjoying this. You are, aren’t you? You love the feeling of my fingers against your ticklish sides. And you don’t want me to go easy on you. You like this.”

The woman’s breathless giggles escape her body as Lauren continuously teases her ear. The whispers tickle and feel wonderful against her helpless body. She pants hard, but slowly, her head rocks up and down as Lauren continues her tickling.

“Promise me you’ll change your ways and I promise I’ll visit you often to give you exactly what you want. More tickles. More torment. More of this hell you crave,” Lauren whispers.

The panting and broken lee huffs and simply nods her head up and down.

“Now… what was that name, my little toy?” Lauren demands again, leaning her head against her captive’s as she whispers lovingly into her ear.

The woman takes a deep breath, her body covered in a glistening layer of sweat and her hair clinging to her shoulders and face, “Calli.”

“Ok, Calli. Thank you for trusting me with that. Now, let’s get you back home. Your time here is through. For now,” Lauren pulls away and looks at the imp who was standing behind her throughout the entire ordeal.

The demon is stunned. Slack-jawed at what he just witnessed from the mortal girl he picked for this task. Amazed at how merciless and vicious his minion is already. And also amused at her ability to read her victim.

Calli slowly fades away in a bright cloud of lights as she’s returned home by the devil. Lauren looks at the imp with a huge smile and fiery eyes.

“So, how’d I do?” she asks confidently.

“You’re perfect for this job!” the demon exclaims excitedly. “I’ll finally have the time to handle things around here and hopefully slow the influx of newcomers with you doing your work!”

“Great! I’m happy to take the position. So, how exactly is this all going to work? Like, what if I have to do work on someone I know? What if someone recognizes me?”

“Ah, well, I’ve wiped Calli’s mind of your appearance so she won’t recognize you should you bump into each other on earth. Instead, I’ve replaced it with this appearance of you here!”

With those words, the devil snaps his fingers and Lauren erupts into a column of fire. It’s painless and warm, but appears incredibly furious. It quickly dissipates in the air as Lauren looks down at her hands. Her fingernails have grown into sharp claws and one of her hands is covered by a long black glove that reaches her bare shoulder. She’s surprised to see a small leather halter crop top covering her plump breasts and tight leather pants clinging low on her hips with two straps on each side holding them up. Her usual long blonde hair has transformed into long, dark purple hair tied up in two long pigtails. She reaches up to run her fingers through her hair and unexpectedly feels two hard protrusions from the top of her head. As she feels these protrusions, she reaches the sharp tips and realizes they’re horns. She smiles sadistically and runs her tongue over her top row of teeth, her canines have become more pronounced and fang-like. She feels a strange sensation in her back and quickly whips her head behind her to see a long, strong tail slithering back and forth like a snake. Her right arm, the one with the long glove, is contrasted by an ornate sleeve on her left arm. The sleeve doesn’t connect to her top, leaving her shoulder bare, and leaves her left hand free as she wiggles her digits in the air.

“This is sick!” Lauren screams, staring at her fingers and the rest of her new body. As she looks at the back of her hands, she feels the instinct to protrude more fingers from her hand and sees two more fingers emerge from each one, the glove covering her right hand stretching to allow for these new digits to move freely as if they were always there. She then retracts them and stares back at her tail, noticing feathery plumage at the tip of it as she waves the fronds back and forth with her slithering tail.

“And, of course, no honorary succubus should go without a decent weapon with which you can dominate your victims,” the imp smiles wickedly as a light begins to form in Lauren’s right hand. The light forms a long wand before quickly vanishing, leaving a long wooden handle in Lauren’s hand. A flurry of purple feathers erupts from the end of the wand, mimicking the appearance of both a large paintbrush and feather duster. Lauren sways the duster back and forth, admiring the graceful movements of the plumage with her glowing yellow eyes.

“I will also grant you a portion of my power,” the devil reaches out and touches Lauren’s thigh, closing his eyes and focusing for a moment. “There. Now, each night, you will have the ability to conjure a woman whose soul is on the way to hell. On top of that, you may see your victim before deciding your surroundings. I will afford you a small space in my territory so you may do your work in peace. Whatever you can imagine for your victim, you can make happen for them. Just remember, they must change their ways or else the punishment is futile. Your goal is to make sure they improve in their earthly lives. While having a little fun as well,” a glint runs across the devil’s eyes as he gives Lauren a twisted smile. “Any questions?”

“Uhhh, no. I mean, I have a lot, but don’t know what to ask or how… I guess I can figure this out as I go, yeah?” Lauren responds.

The devil chuckles, “Yes, that’ll be fine. And don’t worry. All of your abilities come with an instinct to use them. You simply must learn how to hone them and improve them over time. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

“Ok…” Lauren remarks uncertainly.

“Perfect! Now, back to your home!” the devil lifts his hand to the air and Lauren sees the same firefly-like lights surround her as they did Calli before she was sent back to earth. Suddenly, she wakes up in her bed as her alarm blares beside her.

She looks down at her hands. They’re their usually pale and blemish-free selves. She runs her tongue over her teeth and doesn’t feel the sharp fangs from her other form. And she’s missing her tail. She looks at her screaming alarm clock and hits it to stop. As she does, she notices something on her nightstand. A small wooden handle with feathery plumage on the end.

So, it was all real.

She looks back at her clock.

7:00 AM. Time to go to my day job, I guess. She muses. Excited for the night to come and choose her next victim.