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  It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, Kurtzberg raged when he got back to his flat. She was supposed to see how much he loved her and love him back. He’d told her he cared and she’d told him to fuck off. That wasn’t in the fucking script.

  We just need to get you out of your shell.

  Yeah right. What did it fucking matter anyway? His shell was all people looked at anyway, this ghastly lumbering hulk of a shell. They never bothered to look inside to the real him.

  Kurtzberg slumped into his armchair, surrounded by a black funk. He didn’t know how long he stayed in that state. He was eventually shaken from it by traces of a familiar perfume.

  His succubus had returned.

  “Why so glum?” she asked in her sweet, innocent voice. “I thought tonight went so well.”

  “It didn’t work,” Kurtzberg said. He stared straight ahead at the wall. “She rejected me.”

  “Oh really,” his succubus said.

  There was something in her voice that caught Kurtzberg’s attention. He got up out of the chair and turned to her.

  His succubus stood in front of the door. Her great black bat wings were folded around in front of her like the robes of a priest. Her flame-red hair cascaded over her pale shoulders. She stared at Kurtzberg with eyes that smouldered like black coals.

  “I think she might have had a change of heart,” his succubus smiled. She slowly opened her wings to reveal…

  “Bobbi!” Kurtzberg said, his heart quivering with excitement.

  “I said I’d make her yours,” his succubus said.

  Bobbi was naked and every bit as gorgeous as Kurtzberg had imagined. He drank in her beauty. He knew she kept in good shape and now he could see it first hand in the flawless lines of her body. All was revealed to him. His eyes feasted on her gorgeous, perky little breasts, topped with delightful pink nipples. They devoured the cute little button of her naval in the perfectly flat expanse of her stomach. He saved the greatest treasure for last as he gorged on the exquisite vision of the lush cleft between her legs.

  “How?” he murmured.

  “Mmm, we just needed to get you in the right mood didn’t we,” his succubus whispered in Bobbi’s ear, her voice low and throaty. She gently nibbled on the lobe with her sumptuous red lips.

  His succubus’s hands—strange, he hadn’t noticed how much her black fingernails resembled claws before—came around to cup Bobbi’s breasts and play with her nipples. Bobbi’s face was flushed and her eyes were closed. Looking down Kurtzberg saw the reason why. His succubus had inserted her tail into Bobbi’s pussy and was thrusting back and forth. Each deep thrust of his succubus’s tail elicited a whimpering sigh from Bobbi.

  Kurtzberg took an eager step forward but then stopped.

  He remembered how Greg had been under the spell of his succubus. Kurtzberg wanted the real Bobbi. Was this the same?

  His succubus looked over Bobbi’s shoulder and stared at Kurtzberg with her limitless black eyes.

  “What are you waiting for?” she purred in a voice full of cloying honey. “She’s ready for you.”

  Of course it was the same. And she wanted him. He could see the desire in her face.

  Kurtzberg tore off his shirt and charged forwards, his blood rising in him like a tidal wave. He wrapped his arms around Bobbi and crushed her to his chest. He’d wanted to hold her like this for oh so long. He brought his lips down and mashed them against Bobbi’s in a passionate kiss.

  His succubus folded her great wings around them, enveloping them in intimate darkness. Beneath her wings it was hot like a sauna and the potent combination of her perfume and the musky odour of sex made Kurtzberg feel giddy and light-headed.

  He forced his tongue into Bobbi’s mouth. His hands came up to cup her breasts. They were the perfect handful and ever so soft. He roughly squeezed them between his fingers, marvelling at the feel of her flesh.

  His succubus pushed Bobbi down onto her knees until she kneeled before him like an altar boy. Kurtzberg needed no prompting as he dropped his trousers and underwear and finally freed his eager erection. His cock was long and hard and the swollen purple head throbbed with urgent need.

  Bobbi took his cock into her mouth like she was taking communion. His succubus kneeled beside her, whispering honey-laced words in her ear while letting a hand roam down between Bobbi’s legs. When she wasn’t whispering, his succubus would turn her attentions to Kurtzberg’s cock, lightly flicking the tip of a slender tongue along the underside of Kurtzberg’s shaft.

  Kurtzberg moaned. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he thrust his manhood into Bobbi’s willing mouth. He gripped the side of her head and thrust harder and deeper, feeling his cock drive all the way into the back of her throat until she gagged. He exploded then, filling her mouth with torrents of his creamy seed.

  It wasn’t enough to sate him. Years of pent-up desire and longing bubbled to the surface. He was like an animal released from its cage after years of captivity.

  He pushed her onto her back and sat on her chest. His cock was still swollen and eager for more sensation. He roughly pressed her breasts together against his burning erection. He shoved his cock in and out of the channel of her cleavage until he exploded and splattered her chin and neck with sticky ropes of creamy-white cum.

  Still he wasn’t finished. This was merely the precursor to the feast to come. Between her legs her glistening gates awaited him.

  He was going to fuck her. Oh god, he was actually going to fuck her. For so many lonely nights he’d dreamt of this moment without ever thinking it would come to pass.

  He pushed her knees apart and brought the throbbing tip of his cock to the fleshy lips of her pussy. He paused, wanting to savour the moment. Perhaps…

  He felt a reluctance he couldn’t quite describe. Was it guilt?

  “Mmm, how long are you going to tease her for?” His succubus whispered behind him with a languid purr. Her hot breath tickled his ear as she softly blew into it. Gentle hands caressed his shoulders and the back of his neck.

  Kurtzberg plunged his cock deep into Bobbi’s flesh. She was already wet and slippery with her own juices thanks to his succubus’s attentions. He glided right inside her where it felt…

  Oh, it was heavenly. It was Bobbi. It was Bobbi’s moist flesh wrapped all around his cock.

  He pounded into her, harder and faster, her delicate body bucking and shuddering beneath him. He felt a tickling sensation between his legs as his succubus lightly flicked the underside of his balls with her tail. It spurred him on further. He roughly grabbed Bobbi’s buttocks and held her in place as he rammed his cock into her, harder and harder.

  Oh. Fuck. Yeah.

  He groaned, picked Bobbi’s hips up off the floor and then slammed them back down with his body crashing down on top of her. Deep within her fleshy folds his cock erupted for a third time, blasting a geyser of his sperm into her body.

  Still it wasn’t enough. Her body was a feast he wanted to gorge upon until he vomited.

  He stood up and watched as his succubus turned Bobbi onto her front.

  “Such a pretty little rosebud,” his succubus said, running a long black claw around the rim of Bobbi’s anus. “All ready to bloom.”

  Kurtzberg was still rock hard. He ran a hand up and down a shaft slick with his own cum and Bobbi’s bodily juices. He watched as his succubus thrust her own tail up into her vagina. She moaned with pleasure as she twisted and turned it around. It came out dripping with her thick vaginal juices.

  She flashed Kurtzberg a dirty smile before her tail struck like a snake and plunged deep into Bobbi’s ass. The other girl yowled. It sounded more like the noise a cat would make than a human being. Bobbi quivered and shook as his succubus pushed her tail deeper inside her. Finally she orgasmed loudly and wetly, a pool of her juices spreading out underneath her pussy as she sprayed the carpet in her ecstasy.

  “Mmm, yes,” his succubus chuckled.

  Bobbi was hooked, spe
ared on his succubus’s tail and a helpless slave as it stimulated the intimate centres of pleasure within her. She writhed in the grip of powerful, uncontrollable orgasms. His succubus played her like a glove puppet, laying bare all of her feelings and sensations.

  Then it was his turn. He couldn’t wait as he crouched down behind her. Her anus seemed so small in comparison to the bulging purple head of his cock. He pushed against the entrance, feeling resistance at first, but then he was through into the forbidden pleasures beyond. His succubus sat with her thighs wrapped around Bobbi’s head, smothering the other girl’s cries in the warm flesh of her pussy.

  Tight, Kurtzberg thought. Ooh yes, tight.

  He pushed harder, feeling her passage stretch until something gave and she finally accepted his full length. Beneath him Bobbi thrashed and shook, sending pleasurable vibrations quivering up his shaft.

  Fuck, that felt so good. Her flesh, slick with his succubus’s lubricant, pressed tightly all around his cock. He only managed a couple of thrusts before the most powerful orgasm of the night washed over him. He lay on top of her, quivering helplessly as spurt after spurt of sperm pulsed from his cock and into her tight little ass.

  Finally spent and wonderfully sated, Kurtzberg pulled out of her and lay on his side next to her. His body glowed with a warm, post-orgasmic bliss. It had been the most perfect lovemaking ever.

  Kurtzberg placed a hand on Bobbi’s neck and let his fingers brush through her silky hair. He nuzzled the bare flesh beneath.

  “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

  Bobbi turned away from him, her body curling up in a foetal position.

  “Is there something wrong, darling?” Kurtzberg whispered. “You’re shivering.”

  Kurtzberg moved round to her other side.

  “Darling…?”

  He saw her eyes.

  They were flat, empty, glass. The eyes of a doll.

  A broken doll.

  A doll he’d broken.

  No!

  Kurtzberg skidded back in horror.

  What had he done?

  Bobbi stared right though him. There was nothing in her eyes. No accusation, no shame, no guilt, no anger, nothing. Whatever she stared at, it existed purely within the confines of her own mind, what little of it remained. She brought up a thumb and sucked it like a newborn.

  Oh god. What had he done?

  He looked at the rest of her naked body. Her breasts and buttocks were marred with purple-black bruises, bruises he’d left with his own groping fingers. She lay defiled in puddles of sticky white cum. His cum. And worst of all, that dark streak dribbling out of her ass...was it blood?

  What had he done!

  His succubus appeared over Bobbi like a vulture. She looked into the girl’s bruised face. “I think it’s all been a little too much for her, poor dear,” she chuckled, cruelty oozing from her voice.

  Kurtzberg stumbled backwards, his mind still staggering from the enormity of what he’d done. He collapsed into his chair. His stomach convulsed and he vomited over the arm, following it up with a series of racking sobs as tears streamed down his cheeks.

  “There, there,” his succubus said, running a teasing hand along his shoulders. “I’ll make you feel better.” She hopped into the chair and straddled him.

  Kurtzberg wasn’t in the mood. He tried to push her off.

  The succubus hissed, baring a frightening set of fangs. She shoved his arms away and forced her body on top of his.

  The first pinpricks of fear penetrated Kurtzberg’s shroud of despair. She’d never acted so...feral before.

  The succubus wanted sex and wouldn’t be denied. She growled as she ground her hips against his. She rubbed her heavy breasts against his chest. Her lips crushed against his, stealing his breath and replacing it with crackling fire.

  Kurtzberg’s fear—and shame—wilted against the furnace heat of her lust. His mood didn’t matter. His body was no longer his to control. Blood surged into his cock and—with a hiss of triumph—she thrust her hips down and engulfed his burgeoning erection with one swift movement.

  Kurtzberg gasped. Inside she was far tighter and hotter than he’d felt before.

  The succubus cried with wild passion. She put her hands on Kurtzberg’s shoulders and pushed him down in the chair. Her full breasts bounced before him as she thrust her hips against him, faster and faster.

  She was hurting him. Her vagina was too hot. The heat was burning his skin. There was no softness either. Her vaginal muscles felt like bands of iron. They gripped his cock like a vice.

  “Stop,” he pleaded.

  The succubus chuckled, a sound like fat boiling from a charred corpse.

  Kurtzberg looked up and was horrified by what he saw. The succubus rose above him, both terrible and beautiful. She squeezed her breasts together with claw-tipped hands as she moved up and down on his body. Her eyes burned with red flames as she looked down on him. Her great black wings opened out behind her and became his entire world.

  Kurtzberg was somewhere else. His chair was both in his flat and also suspended in the cold darkness of an endless black void. He smelt traces of sulphur and flesh burned to charcoal. He heard the echoes of clinking chains and the piteous screams of the eternally damned.

  Her vagina clenched tight around him. He felt the pin pricks of sharp teeth or hooks, not against his flesh but something far deeper and more precious to him.

  “Such a nice succulent boy,” the demon said. A boiling tongue licked the tears from his cheeks.

  Then, just as it seemed like her vaginal teeth would tear the soul from his body, she suddenly relaxed. The hot vice of her pussy dilated and released his penis. She climbed off him.

  “I won’t take your soul just yet,” she said, the corners of her lips curled up in a cruel smile. “Better to give it time to fully stew in the shame of what you’ve done. Then it will become an exquisite morsel beyond compare. I’ll return for it then...and you’ll beg me to rip it from your guilt-ridden carcass.”

  Kurtzberg looked over to where Bobbi lay curled up on his floor. Naked. Bruised. Violated. Her empty eyes stared outwards at sights only she could see.

  “No. Take me,” he pleaded.

  A broken doll.

  His broken doll.

  “Take me,” he sobbed. “I deserve it.”

  The only reply was the succubus’s mocking laughter fading into the darkness.

  Initial Infiltration

  “All I’m saying is just because we’re soldiers and have guns, it doesn’t give us the right to automatically blow the shit out of everything we see,” PFC Reed Donaldson said.

  “We’re soldiers. Blowing shit up is in the job description,” PFC Stephens replied.

  They were walking down a plain grey corridor, a squad of ten men mostly fresh out of training.

  “Yeah, but we’re also representatives of the US of A. How the world sees us is how the world sees the US. We have, like, a responsibility.”

  “Fuck the world,” Stephens spat. “If some towelhead steps in my sights I’m blowing his fucking head off. I ain’t taking no chances. Those mutha’s hate our fucking guts, nothin’ we can do to change that.”

  “What do you expect?” Donaldson said. “How would you react if some dude showed up in your ‘hood and started waving a gun around?”

  “Depends on the size of the gun,” Stephens replied. “If it’s some whiny-ass punk with a popgun then I bust a cap in his knee and send him cryin’ back to mama. But if it’s some badass muthafucka with a big muthafuckin’ assault rifle then I’m going to keep my head down and stay the fuck outta his way.”

  Stephens lifted up his SAW for emphasis.

  “Me, I intend being that badass muthafucka with a big fucking gun.”

  They didn’t get it, Donaldson thought. All the guns, bombs, tanks, fighters, warships—all the ordnance the military could bring to bear—it only bought fear and fear is not the same as respect. It certainly didn’t bring obedience. What good
is fear against a man who’s just dug the bodies of his children out from under the rubble of his home? What use is fear against someone already prepared to strap explosives to their chest?

  Donaldson’s college buddies were all of a liberal mindset. They’d been astonished when he’d enlisted. Donaldson always remembered the words of his Pop though. If you wanted to change something you had to get right in there and work from the centre. Whining from the bleachers never accomplished anything.

  He wasn’t being sent to Iraq or Afghanistan though.

  The lights flickered and sputtered, sending shadows flying over the men like bats. Brownouts were a common occurrence at the base. Now Donaldson understood why. He thought he heard the thrumming of powerful machinery somewhere off in the distance.

  Staff Sergeant Morgan opened the door at the end of the corridor and walked out under the roiling red sky of H-space. ‘Going through’ was as simple as that.

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  Donaldson stood on a hillside and stared into a sky that looked like blood flowing down a muddy stream. Rolling red and brown hills undulated into the distance like a rusty iron quilt.

  He wasn’t on Earth. That realisation was an enormity in itself, but even greater was the realisation that soon this would be as commonplace as driving to the supermarket to pick up a crate of beer.

  A breeze washed past his face, fresh and completely untainted by any man-made pollutants. After spending a lifetime knowing no different, it was a shock to be aware of what fresh air actually smelt like.

  He wondered how long it would last.

  Donaldson walked around the side of the hill, slowly angling upwards. He carried a long red and white banded pole on his shoulder. Their assignment was to escort a team of surveyors while they made some preliminary maps of the terrain around the entry point. Stephens called it a ‘bullshit babysitting exercise’.