A Step Too Far

He'd been hoping that somewhere along his route he'd find some nice looking house where he could feel comfortable ringing the doorbell and asking for help, but it was so hard to see properly in the dark. Since he was still almost naked and looking so very girly he knew if he chose wrong things could get even worse for him. Better to be cautious, he'd decided, but that caution had left him walking for miles on a bleeding knee, shivering from every cold blast of wind that whipped past his bare skin. 

Then he'd taken this small side road because he'd thought it looked familiar, only to find it led through some industrial wasteland, all wire fences and dark, empty warehouses. By this point, he'd happily wave down any passing car and just beg whoever was in to take him somewhere warm, but there weren't any drivers on the road either. 

Was he going to make it home by this rate? Did it even matter? The young warlock shivered, staring limply down the empty road in front of him, lit only by a few flickering streetlights. His mum had left him with no food or money, the girl he'd thought he was in love with had ruined his life and then just left him behind, and the woman...the demon who had cared about him when no-one else would was gone forever. What did he really have waiting for him if he even made it through the night? 

He was crying again now, hot, painful tears dribbling down his face. Why wasn't Abaraxes here to help him? He was so lost without her kind words and gentle advice. If she'd just stayed a little longer none of this would have happened to him. He collapsed back against a wire fence, his head bowed and his throat aching. What was the point of walking anymore. He should just give up and lie here. His legs started to shake, and he almost fell. 

His head snapped back up as a familiar scent tickled his nostrils...sulfur, that rotten stench clinging to his throat. Again...why did this keep happening? He'd smelt it so strongly when Iris had her hand up his dress, just before all the lights had exploded. Then he'd gotten all sick and shaky. 

Even before that time, he'd smelt it in his room when he'd thought he'd heard Abaraxes talk to him, and a little later when he'd stood up to Cathy about the cage. Had summoning the succubus changed something about him? Was that the reason? Did it even matter anymore? 

"Don't do it." A voice in his ear, achingly sweet and familiar. "Don't give up just yet."

"Abaraxes?" He whispered, his voice high and trembling, full of desperate hope. 

"You're so close." She spoke again, and he could almost hear the beating of her black wings in the air. "So close to me." 

"Where are you?" The young warlock asked frantically, staring into the dark. Was she really here? He couldn't see her. The smell of sulfur winked away, disappearing like it had never been. 

A sudden squeal of tires on concrete made him jump and squeal, wincing when he landed back on his injured leg. He whirled round, and saw the glare of headlights coming his way, a grubby white van driving fast. No choice, he swallowed hard. She'd told him not to give up, and he wasn't about to!

"Help!" He screamed, waving his hands. "Help, please!" The headlights washed over his body, almost blinding him. He heard the van's engine slow, the squeal of brakes as it whistled past him, then suddenly it was pulled up just a meter or so up the road. The door popped open and a man leaned out, his face in shadow. 

"Holy shit." The man gasped. "Are you alright?" 

"No, please!" Ashley stumbled forward, shaking and sniffling. "I'm lost, please..."

"Fuck..." The man jumped out. He was tall, wearing a big coat and jeans, and as he ran over Ashley felt his legs give way underneath him. The young warlock almost fell, but the man caught him with one strong hand, pulling him up against a warm, broad chest. Ashley shivered like a leaf, choking on relief. "Jesus Christ, what happened to you?" The man asked. 

"I...got kicked out like this." Ashley stammered. "Please...I was trying to walk home but I don't know where I am." He started crying again, tears dripping down onto his naked chest. 

"It's alright now." The man murmured, his voice rough and soothing. His big hand rubbed Ashley's naked back, feeling ever so warm in the cold air. "We'll get you home, okay?"

"Everything alright back there?" Someone else called from the other side of the van.

"Yeah." The man shouted back. "I've got her. Sounds like she's lost. Make room in the middle, will you? Come, this way, girlie." He started guiding Ashley back towards the van. The young warlock tried to say he wasn't a girl, but his voice didn't seem to be working so well. He didn't manage to force out even a word before his savior gently pulled him to the side of the van. "Up you go." The man grunted, lifting him with two strong arms in through the open door. Before he could even blink he was settled down on the middle seat, and his savior was climbing in beside him. 

"Fuck...look at you." Another man whistled. This one was sitting in the driver's seat, bald and sweaty, with sunken, beady eyes. Ashley shivered, swallowing anxiously. He'd had enough hungry stares tonight to last a lifetime, and now this guy was looking at him that same awful way. 

"Don't spook her." The taller man spat from Ashley's other side. He reached over and pulled the seatbelt tight over the young warlock's nearly naked body, clipping it into place. "Shit, looks like she's been through Hell already today. Don't mind him, girlie. He's just a pig." Baldie scoffed and turned the ignition, the van purring to life underneath them. As they pulled back out into the road, Ashley felt himself tremble with relief. He was saved! 

"Thank you." The young warlock whispered, staring up at his savior through tear-filled lashes. "Thank you so much."

"That's alright, just doing a good turn." The man smiled at him, showing perfect, white teeth. Ashley felt himself blush a little, his heart skipping a beat. This guy was...kind of handsome, and really strong to be lifting him about like that. "You got a name, girlie?"

"Ashley...." The young warlock mumbled. "It's Ashley Wilde." He shifted on the seat, biting his lip. Should he say he was a boy yet? It felt kind of awkward. 

"A pretty name for a pretty girl." The tall man replied smoothly. Ashley's blush got even worse, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching up to run a hand through his hair. Fuck...how was he supposed to say it now? This really kind, handsome guy thought he was pretty! Maybe he should just keep quiet. "I'm James, and that's Kimball over there." His savior continued, pointing at Baldie in the driver's seat. "You were lucky we drove past when we did. There aren't many folks who come this way at night." Ashley shivered, remembering the long, cold walk along that empty road. He was really lucky, wasn't he? "Here, have a sip of this." James continued, reaching down to a cupholder to fetch a silver travel mug. He held it out to the young warlock. "It's coffee, you must be freezing." 

"Fuck's sake man, I can't listen to this any longer." Baldie snapped. "Stop flirting and watch the fucking road already! We're almost there." Hold on. Almost where? They were driving him home, weren't they? He paused, glancing through the wind-shield at the dark, empty road ahead of them. 

"I...um...I didn't tell you where I lived yet." Ashley whispered, a cold pit of panic settling in his belly. Please...let him be wrong about this. 

"Never mind that." James smiled at him again, that same warm, soothing grin. His eyes though, they were cold and hard, and Ashley saw him tense ever so slightly under his baggy coat. 

"I think I'll be okay now." The young warlock stammered. "Can you let me out?" He reached down for the seatbelt. Fuck...he'd let James put it on him without even thinking. He scrabbled for the catch, only to squeal in panic as a large hand grabbed his arm. 

"Calm down." James grunted, pinning his arm down against the seat. Ashley tried to pull away, but it was like trying to lift a block of iron. Fuck, this guy was so strong. "Don't try to fight now. It's too late."

"And don't scream, or I'll hit you." Baldie snapped from the other side. "I hate it when they scream."  

"Please, just let me go!" Ashley gasped. He bucked against the seat, but Jame's hand on was on his chest now, forcing him back down. "Please! I won't say anything!" 

"Gag her, I can't drive and listen to this." Baldie grunted sourly. 

"Sorry." James shrugged, almost managing to look apologetic. He pulled something out of his pocket, a red plastic ball with leather straps. Ashley opened his mouth to scream, only to have the gag shoved hard between his teeth. His head was yanked forward by the hair and the straps pulled tight, holding the plastic in his mouth. He tried to bite down into it, but his teeth couldn't find purchase. Working his jaw and pressing the hard ball away with his tongue did nothing either, apart from spilling drool down his chin. He tried to scream again, but nothing came out past the gag but a muffled whining sound. 

James grabbed his arms next, yanking them behind him so hard his shoulders ached. The tall man held them there with ease in one hand, while the other reached into the glovebox to find a pair of silver handcuffs. Ashley's eyes bulged in shock when he saw them, but no matter how hard he pulled and struggled he couldn't stop James from fastening them round his wrists. His hand were pinned there now, and with the seatbelt still on he couldn't even jump out of the seat. He was trapped, between these two men who'd tricked him. 

After the night he'd just had, the sudden, awful realization that he'd been kidnapped rather than saved was too much for the young warlock. Ashley collapsed back into the car seat, sobbing like a child round the gag. He couldn't see any way to escape, not with these two much stronger men on either side and his hands cuffed behind his back. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't fight them! 

The van kept driving down the dark, empty road. He stared out the windshield, desperately hoping someone was going to drive past and see him stuck here. The men on either side of him didn't even seem to be worried about that though. How were they so casual about this? They'd just kidnapped someone and they hardly seemed to care! 

"Time?" James asked suddenly. 

"Twenty to twelve." Baldie grunted, staring at the dashboard.  

"Fuck, we're so late." James sighed. "Caleb isn't going to be happy."

"Who cares?" Baldie shrugged. "When he sees what we're bringing, you really think he's still going to be mad?" 

"Guess not." James glanced at Ashley. His dark eyes drifted down the young warlock's body and there wasn't a trace of that disarming kindness that had been so charming before. Instead, his handsome face just made him look even more twisted. Ashley sniffled wetly, bucking against the seatbelt. It made no difference. He couldn't even hide his mostly naked body from these awful men. 

"How old do you reckon she is, sixteen? Even younger?" The hunger in Baldie's voice made the young warlock shiver.

"I could have got it out of her if you hadn't opened your big mouth." James drawled. "Over there, that's the turn-off." Baldie pulled the steering wheel and the van turned over through an open set of gates through a high brick wall. For a moment the headlights caught on gleaming barbed wire, and a sign saying intruders were at risk of being shot. What the hell was this place? 

The van pulled up next to a large, empty building and Baldie switched off the engines. He popped open the door on his side and jumped out onto the gravel.

"You get the girl inside and tell Caleb what happened." He grunted, glancing up at James. "I'll move the rest of the stuff and meet you there." 

"Sure thing." James shrugged, then he glanced down at Ashley, his eyes narrowing in a way that made the young warlock shiver. "Okay, girlie, there are two choices here." He growled. "Either you come with me nice and easy or you try and fight, then I beat the shit out of you and take you to our boss anyway." Ashley froze at the awful threat in the man's voice. "Nod if you're not going to fight me." The young warlock nodded frantically, tears and drool dripping down onto his bare chest. "Good." James grabbed him by both shoulders and yanked him over, pulling them both out of the van and down onto the gravel below.

Ashley shivered at the cold air on his naked chest, his nipples stiff and aching. Fuck...this was really bad. He'd never been so afraid in his life. It wasn't hard to guess why these men had grabbed him, but what were they going to do when they realized he was actually a boy? 

A hard shove in the back from James made him stumble forward, his wrists pulling painfully on the cuffs as he struggled to catch himself. The awful kidnapper marched him through a set of double doors and into a long, empty corridor, lit by flickering fluorescent bulbs. Ashley was breathing hard through the gag, his throat caught in a vice of panic. He wanted to run away, but he knew if he tried James would catch him so easily and then he'd be in even worse trouble. 

His kidnapper led him to a door on the side and then shoved it open with a shoulder, pushing him through. The young warlock found himself standing in a large room, filled with boxes and packages. Some of them were open, and his anxious gaze caught glimpses of plastic packets filled with white powder. Drugs? What kind of place was this? 

"You're late." A rough voice growled. Swallowing hard, Ashley glanced at the far wall. There was a man sitting there behind a table, wearing a collared shirt hanging open to reveal a muscled chest. He had a long scar running down his cheek and his black hair was cropped really close to his head. His hand was resting on a sleek silver pistol, the sight of which chilled the young warlock's blood. Were....they going to shoot him?

"Sorry Caleb." James murmured behind Ashley. His voice was trembling slightly, was he scared too? "There were a couple complications." He shoved Ashley forward as he spoke, and the young warlock gasped in pain behind the gag. He didn't want to go anywhere nearer this scary guy! 

"Who the fuck is this?" Caleb asked, waving his other hand at Ashley. 

"Don't know, boss." James shrugged. "We found her like this on the road outside. There was no-one else around so we figured we'd grab her for you."

"Did you now?" Caleb snapped. "Well, that was fucking dumb, wasn't it? Did you even check if she was a cop?" 

"Boss, come on, she's like fifteen!" James protested. Ashley gasped behind the gag. He wasn't that young! "And I spoke to her a little. She was fucking terrified, scared out of her mind, when we found her. She's nobody, just some random lost girl."

"Fucking idiot, I ought to shoot you." Caleb grunted. Then suddenly his lips curled and he let out a hoarse growl. One of his huge, hairy hands reached under the table. Ashley glanced down and gasped in shock. There was someone down there! A woman, with long, dark red hair, naked except for a tiny black thong. She was kneeling just in front of his chair, her head buried in his lap. There were some lush choking, gagging noises as Caleb grabbed the back of her head and Ashley blushed furiously despite his terror. She was sucking him off! "Swallow it, bitch." The scary boss snarled. "Swallow it all, or I knock out another tooth." 

He groaned again, then suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her away. She squealed in pain as she was dragged round to the side of his chair, but quickly seemed to compose herself, kneeling there with a straight back, her head bowed. Ashley felt his heart tremble at the sight of her. She was really pretty, but there was an awful black bruise over one of her eyes and tears dripping down her cheeks. Her gaze was so dull and blank, like a broken doll. 

"Come on, boss." James pleaded. "You're always saying you need new girls to sell. We can do the same with this one. Get her hooked on H, fuck around with her till she does what we say and she can earn you a fucking fortune." 

"You are the dumbest little shit I ever hired!" Caleb snapped. "Sell some scrawny teenager with no tits? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

"She's really hot, boss, look at her!" James' hand shoved Ashley in the back, forcing the young warlock even closer to his boss. "You don't think guys are gonna line up for a night with this? It's like...get her dressed in a slutty schoolgirl outfit, make her dance around a pole a bit, shaking that sweet ass, and she's every man's wet dream! Then in a few months when she's all beat up and doesn't look so innocent anymore we send her to that surgeon friend of yours, the one who owes you a few favors. Give her a pair of big, fat fake titties and she can work the streets for us, same as the others." Ashley screamed into the gag, his knees buckling underneath him. He was on the floor before he could even think, retching and gasping as drool spilled from his stretched-open lips. The men didn't even bother to help him. Why would they, stupid? They were planning to make him a whore! 

"Holy shit, that's got to be the first smart thing you've ever said." Caleb slapped the table hard. "We'll need to sample the goods first though, break her in nicely. Where the fuck's Kimball?"

"He's coming, boss." James explained. "Just unloading the rest of the stuff."

"I'm feeling generous." Caleb rose suddenly from his chair, sending it skidding away into the wall behind him. "You pair of idiots can have a turn with her when I'm done, so go get the lazy bastard, and the two boys I've got guarding the warehouse too. I want this whore good and broken in tonight, and that's easier if we've got five guys fucking her without a break." 

Ashley screamed again into the gag, his legs kicking helplessly. He bucked against the floor, struggling to get onto his feet, but with his hands still cuffed behind his back he couldn't manage it. James strode away, leaving him lying there alone except for this crazy man and the naked girl still kneeling there. 

Caleb stepped around the desk, his heavy boots slapping hard against the floor. Ashley was frozen. He couldn't move, not even to lift his head and look at this new threat. He'd never been this afraid or this helpless, like his whole body had just given up out of sheer terror. He heard Caleb's rough breathing as the awful man stood over him. There was something awful and hungry in that sound. This man...was going to rape him...

"Let's get out this gag off first." Caleb grunted. "You'll need to start using your mouth soon enough." His huge rough hands reached down and Ashley screamed again. He felt like he'd die of shock the instant this brute touched him, but when those hard fingers brushed over the back of his head all he felt was an awful, cloying sickness, like he was about to vomit. The lights in the ceiling flared, glowing white-hot for a moment, then Caleb pulled the gag from his lips. "Don't scream or I'll cut you." The boss growled. Ashley almost did anyway, but the cold glare in the man's beady eyes made his lips snap shut. "Here, catch, bitch." Caleb tossed the gag behind him to the kneeling girl. She caught it deftly out the air and held it up. The plastic ball was soaked in saliva, dripping onto her fingers. "Clean it, use your tongue. And play with yourself too while you're at it. I need you hot and horny for later on when we start teaching the new girl how to play with pussy." 

"Yes Sir." The girl murmured, her voice dull and raspy. She slipped the ball between her lips without a moment's hesitation, and then her hand darted between her legs, working its way into her tiny thong. 

 "Look at me, cunt!" Caleb snarled and Ashley yelped in pain as the boss slapped him hard across the face. "You keep your eyes on me from now on. You keep your eyes on whoever's fucking you. Understand?" 

The young warlock nodded frantically, tears in his eyes. His cheek was stinging, the sharp shock of pain making this all seem so much more real. He stared at Caleb's ruddy face through a mist of tears. Behind the man's head, the lights in the ceiling were glowing really brightly. 

Caleb's groping hands grabbed at his panties. He couldn't even find the strength to fight, not that it would have made a difference. All he could do was lie here, heart pounding, and wait for this awful man to strip him and finally realize he was a boy. He felt his nose wrinkle. Sulfur...it was happening again. Just like with Iris. The lights glowed white-hot above his head as Caleb worked hairy fingers into the hem of his underwear. 

Was he doing this? Could he make it happen? Scare this awful man away somehow? His stomach turned and he tasted bile, but he forced himself to concentrate, pushing away the disgusting feeling of this brute pulling down his panties. Instead he focused on the lights, thinking about them glowing even brighter as blood pounded in his temples. He felt a strange pressure inside his skull, like he was pushing against a wall. Force it, something whispered inside him, force it open. Gritting his teeth, he pushed even harder. 

"What the fuck?" Caleb gasped suddenly and he realized his panties were down around his thighs. Then the lights exploded, showering the room with sparks. Ashley felt his stomach twist, and he rolled over, vomiting on the floor beside his head. His whole body was shaking and twitching, little tingles like electric shocks running down his skin. The whole room stank of sulfur and ashes, the stench of rotten eggs clinging to his aching throat. "What the Hell just happened?" Caleb snarled somewhere above him. The heavy thud of his boots moved away as Ashley twitched on the floor like a helpless doll. "Everyone, get the fuck in here!" The awful man roared into the corridor. Ashley heard the distant pounding of running feet and then four men burst into the room. James and Baldie were there, and two more men with guns holstered in their belts. He groaned softly, another wave of agony searing through his aching head. Had he just made things even worse?

"What is it, boss?" He heard James ask. "Christ, what happened in here?"  

"First of all, your girl's a fucking boy!" Caleb snarled, pointing viciously at Ashley. "He's got a dick and everything, all locked away and shit so we wouldn't spot it. I just found out and then the lights exploded! It's the fucking cops, it's got to be! They tricked you fucking idiots to get him inside!"

"Boss." Baldie murmured hesitantly. "Why would the cops do that? It's probably just the power playing up again." 

"Are you working with them, Kimball, you son of a bitch?" Caleb roared, like a wounded animal. He stomped over to the table and grabbed his gun. There was a sharp gasp of air from every man as he shoved it towards the four of them.  

"Woah, boss!" James stammered. "We're your guys!" 

"Then prove it!" Caleb snarled. "He's just some nobody you idiots picked up? Prove it! I want you two to fuck him, or just make him suck your dicks or something! Show me you aren't rats! We'll kill him afterwards but first I need to be sure!" 

"Boss, are you high?" Baldie asked. The gun exploded, the sound almost deafening in the small room. There was a shocked gasp from Baldie, then a wet gurgle and thump as his body hit the floor. He'd fallen somewhere just behind Ashley. The young warlock shuddered and gasped for air, curling his twitching limbs around his chest. He closed his eyes tight, praying this was all some awful nightmare. Any moment now he'd open them and he'd be back in his bed and none of this would have happened to him. Abaraxes would still be there, learning over him with a gentle smile, telling him it was all going to be okay. They'd be able to touch each other finally, and she'd take him in her arms and hug him close. 

"How about you, James?" Caleb grunted. "You want to question me too? End up like him?"

"No, boss." James stammered. 

"Then make this fucking boy suck your dick." Caleb snarled. "He looks like a girl, you won't even have to think about it. But it's the only way I can be sure you're not a rat, so either do it, or I shoot you fucking dead right here." 

"Fuck..." James breathed. "I'll do it, boss. Just don't kill me." Ashley trembled as he heard his kidnapper's boots step closer behind him. He still could hardly think through the blood pounding in his temples. His muscles wouldn't work either and this awful painful prickling was stabbing at the skin of his back. All he could do was moan when he felt James' hand grab him by the shoulders and pull him up onto his knees. He swayed in his kidnapper's grip, his head spinning. 

"Get a fucking move on or I'll just shoot you to spare myself the bother." Caleb snarled. "It's past midnight and I've got another shipment coming soon." Past midnight...Ashley's head slumped forward and he coughed feebly. A new day, and this was how he started it, about to get himself raped and killed by these psychos. How long had it been since anything at all had gone well for him? 

Seven days, the answer came to him. That was how long it had been since Abaraxes had left him here. A week since she'd helped him seduce Cathy. A week...why did that sound so familiar? Something about the deal they'd made...this smell of sulfur made it so hard to think. It was everywhere now, clinging to everything. There was a loud rumbling noise from somewhere up ahead, like a fire roaring, then he felt a blast of heat across his face. His stomach twisted as the stench got even worse. Was he going to vomit again?

"It's a backlash." A voice from the far wall, achingly familiar, that sultry purr sending shivers down Ashley's spine. "Silly boy tried to use his powers too much. He doesn't know what he's doing yet, you see? Just touching the surface of what he could be. But still, the fact that he was able to accomplish anything at all is truly...remarkable." 

"Abaraxes..." Ashley sobbed, hardly able to believe. It took all his strength, but somehow he forced his head up. His tear-filled gaze found her, standing there behind the desk like it was nothing at all. She was even more beautiful than he'd remembered, tall and strong and fierce. Her two large black wings unfurled behind her and her tail curled up, the pointed tip poised like a spear. She was wearing what looked almost like armor, a corset of black metal supporting her huge perfect boobs and then a small thong of the same material, with her muscled abs standing out from the scarlet skin between. When had she got here? Was he dreaming? 

"Who the fuck?" Caleb snarled. He whirled, raising the gun towards the succubus. 

"Do not dare!" Abaraxes snapped. The air seemed to crackle around her, simmering with power. Caleb froze, standing stiff and shaking with the gun held up. "Kneel, all of you and be silent." Her words rippled with authority and Ashley felt an embarrassing tingling in his belly at how scary and strong she sounded. There was a thump as every single man collapsed to his knees, including James. "You're touching my property." The succubus drawled, stepping forward round the desk. She passed the cowering girl kneeling there without a backward glance. "That makes me very angry indeed. Let the boy go, now." James' hand slipped away from the young warlock's shoulder.

"Abaraxes..." Ashley gasped her name again, so relieved he could hardly stand it. He was swaying on his knees, his stomach sick and his head all woozy but he had to stay upright, had to keep looking at her, convincing himself that she was really here. "You came....you came to save me!" Her golden eyes found him at last, drifting down his naked body. 

"I've waited far too long for this moment." She purred, stepping closer. Her hips swayed so seductively that he felt his cock twitch inside its plastic cage. "My sweet little Ashley. You have no idea how hard it's been watching others play with you, abuse you. Knowing it should be me in their place. Even now you wear the collar of another. That stupid child Cathy's fumbling at dominance was amusing, but it ends now." She clicked her fingers. Ashley gasped as he felt the choker fall away. The handcuffs too, they just opened up and dropped from his wrists. "And that little cage. A tool for mortal amateurs playing their silly games." Another click and the lock on the chastity cage clicked open. The awful thing fell off his dick and he gasped in relief as he was finally freed. "You'll learn soon enough what real denial is."   

"Thank you." He breathed, staring up at her in wonder. Without the cage his dick hurriedly grew stiff and hard. like it was making up for lost time. As it ached and throbbed between his thighs he drank in the sight of her. She was so beautiful, her huge, gorgeous boobs, her muscled waist and wide hips going down to those amazing long legs, muscled like an athlete's. Even her horns and wings and pretty tail just made her even more perfect. And she'd saved him! How could he have ever believed he was in love with Cathy? Here was the woman he truly adored. 

"Come to me, mortal, of your own free will." She stretched out a hand towards him, long, elegant fingers spreading wide. Ashley's body still felt utterly awful, his muscles weak and twitchy, but he wouldn't have let anything in the world stop him now. He shuffled forward on his knees, gasping for air through a throat that was so tight with relief he could hardly breathe. Tears dribbled down his cheeks, as he sobbed hoarsely. Abaraxes...she'd come for him! 

As soon as he was close enough she lent over, her hand brushing down his bare shoulder. He shuddered at her touch, that long caress setting every nerve in his skin alight with warmth. She could touch him now! Of course she could! The summoning that had stopped her was over with. A sharp little gasp escaped his trembling lips as she grabbed him by the waist and with just that one hand lifted him up against her. Her other hand slipped under his legs to support him, cradling him in a warm embrace against her chest.

Ashley moaned softly in sheer relief as she clasped his small, naked body to her. The feel of her warm skin on his was such a comfort he could hardly stand it. Even the smell of her made him swoon, warm and spicy and inviting. He wanted to breathe it in forever. He was safe at last. He was safe with her. 

"Thank you." He sniffled, burying his face into the warm skin of her chest above the corset. "Thank you so much."

"Hush, my sweet." Abaraxes purred in his ear, just the sound of her voice sending shivers of pleasure through his aching body. "We're going home soon enough, but first." She raised her head, staring down at the four men kneeling at her feet. "You worthless mortals meant to rape my property, to take what is mine by right." She snarled. The way her voice changed in that moment was kind of scary, going all angry and cold, but Ashley knew he wouldn't hurt her. "Such insolence must be punished." Supporting him against her with one hand, she raised the other, pointing a long, clawed finger at Caleb. "As rape is what you so desire, let your hunger be satisfied on your leader instead." Her hand moved, and Ashley felt the air crackle and simmer with power. "Slake all your cruelest urges on his body, he will not fight you. Only then will all of realize what you've done, remembering nothing of the boy or my presence here." 

Ashley watched in stunned surprise as the eyes of all four men seemed to change, going dark and dull. Caleb collapsed to the floor like a broken doll, while the others staggered to their feet. He squealed in shock. James was pulling his trousers down! They were really going to rape Caleb! No, he didn't want to see that, even if it was what the awful man deserved. He turned his head away, and his limp gaze found the naked girl kneeling by the table. She was staring at the floor, her face slack like she didn't even see the awful things happening right in front of her. Would she even make it out of here?

"Please, they were hurting her too!" Ashley stammered, a little shocked at how disgusted she sounded. 

"Her fate is her own. If she cannot find the strength to fight, then she deserves whatever happens to her." Abaraxes growled, stepping away with him still held tightly in her muscled arms. She walked around the grunting pile of men, who were just now tearing off Caleb's jeans. "I have lingered here long enough already without a pact to shield me, bleeding my power away and risking unwanted attention. It is time I return to Hell." Ashley froze, horrified at her words. She was leaving already? No...that couldn't be! He wanted her here! With him!

"Please, don't go again." He managed to stammer as she ducked through the door and stepped away down the corridor. "We can make another deal., just tell me how! I'll keep you here, please, just a little longer." She paused, lowering her head to stare at him with glowing golden eyes. There was something a little scary in how she smiled then, showing pointed fangs. How could he be frightened of her? He...loved her, didn't he?

"There's no need for that, my dear, sweet little Ashley." The gorgeous succubus cooed, reaching up to brush his hair back from his forehead with one long, clawed finger. The way she gently rubbed his skin was really nice, only Ashley couldn't help but feel an odd little flicker of alarm. "After all, you already belong to me." 

"Abaraxes?" The young warlock managed to squeak, panic trembling in his voice. Then a burst of burning heat swallowed the both of them whole, leaving nothing but a glowing pile of embers on the floor of the corridor and the stench of sulfur in the air.