Lauren wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing. All she knew was that every feeling inside her was heightened. Her anger drove her forward, unable to stand the torment any longer, burning like a forest fire and demanding revenge. Her sorrow for having been all alone for years was acute, like a javelin thrown right through her heart and out the other side. And, disturbingly, her lust was in overdrive. Her clit throbbed, and a wetness dampened her underwear. Watching Charlotte instantly obey her had strangely flipped some kind of switch, turning her on more than she’d ever been.

Lust. It was an emotion she’d never had much experience with. Being the daughter of a succubus naturally made Lauren hesitant to approach sexual feelings period, worried that if she did some dam would break and she’d never be able to go back. But now, it seemed like she’d made her choice. Succumbed to the beast inside of her, letting it be unleashed, stoked by the flames of emotions made supernaturally strong. She didn’t know if this would be permanent, if it would change her life forever to look like this. But she didn’t care. She had Charlotte Daniels utterly under her control, and she wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.

She pulled on a thin chain at the ceiling, turning on the light and revealing the dark, underused basement, mainly filled with storage. Charlotte stopped at the bottom of the stairs, having followed her previous command, and wrapped her arms around herself. It was the first time Lauren had ever seen her scared, and there was something oh-so delightful about it. 

Dragging a chair out, Lauren positioned it in the middle of the room and pointed, as though commanding a dog. “Sit.”

Charlotte sneered. “Fuck you, Lauren,” she snapped as her feet took her to the chair, her body settling in the seat naturally. “I can’t believe this.”

“Hasn’t been worse than anything you and your posse have done to me,” Lauren said dryly. She walked up to Charlotte, cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet her gaze. “Besides, are you sure you want to take an attitude with me? I can literally make you do anything I want right now.”

Charlotte paled.

“That’s better,” Lauren purred.

“E- Enough with the posturing!” Charlotte complained. “Whatever you’re going to do, just do it already.”

Lauren tapped her chin in thought. The girl she’d hated for most of her grade school life, right in her hands… what to do? Hm, perhaps there were a few loose ends to handle first. “You still have my phone. Give it.”

Sighing, Charlie pulled it from her pocket and handed it to Lauren. “Your friends mentioned a party tonight. Will they be expecting you to attend?”

“Yeah. I go to every party thrown by anyone worth it. They’ll think it’s weird if I’m not there getting drunk with them.” Charlotte’s eyes widened and she put her hand up to her lips. “How—How are you doing that? You not only can make me do whatever you want, but you can make me answer your questions?”

Lauren smirked. “Get out your phone. Make up a believable excuse to skip the party tonight. And to be gone this entire weekend, too.”

There was a momentary twitch of Charlotte’s fingers, as though she was trying to stop herself from obeying. But half a second later she was obeying, going through her contacts and writing up messages to send. Her expression, formerly scared and enraged, had now diminished to depressed resignation.

“Done,” she said, putting her phone away. “I’ve told them that I’ve got a stomach ache tonight. And that I’ll be going on a ski trip with my boyfriend this weekend.”

“Perfect. No other loose ends? No one else will come looking for you?”

Charlotte stared at her lap. “No.”

“Try that again. A bit more respect in your voice.”

Charlotte swallowed. “No, ma’am.”

“Better.”

~

This was horrible. This was humiliating. This was a reality that never should have come to pass, never should have even been possible. Lauren, transformed into some pink monster, her words so tantalizingly compelling that Charlotte’s mind would betray her in order to fulfill their command? 

Lauren should have been her bitch. This wasn’t right! Charlotte wasn’t submissive. Charlotte didn’t beg. She didn’t take any shit. It went against the entirety of the identity she’d built up ever since elementary school. 

But there wasn’t a way out. She couldn’t escape. And worst of all, Lauren was implying that she’d be stuck here for the entire weekend. A sick feeling burbled inside Charlotte’s stomach, as she envisioned Lauren giving her a taste of her own medicine, over and over for hours on end. 

Or worse…

“How many times have you called me a dyke, Charlotte?” 

Charlotte flinched. “I… I don’t know. M- Ma’am.” It curdled her blood to be forced to address Lauren like that.

“Me neither. And yet, across all those years, I’ve never actually known if you were correct. Am I a dyke or not? When you spend week after week getting bullied into the floor, romance and sex fly out the door. No longer a priority. But now… I’ve got the opportunity to find out for myself.”

Charlotte’s mouth went dry. “No… No, come on, Lauren, don’t do this.” Her stomach twisted on itself in a weird, tender way, but the rest of her body was covered in goosebumps, horrified. “Do you want money? Is- Is that it? I can get you money.”

Lauren snorted. “Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte… what do you think I want?”

She stared into her captor’s eyes. The red was encapsulating, glowing in a way that made it difficult to look away. “I don’t… know. M- Ma’am.”

“Do better. Miss Lauren sounds nicer, doesn’t it?”

Charlotte nodded. “Yes… yes, Miss Lauren.”

Lauren considered her with those devilish eyes. Her expression was one of satisfaction, smugness, and ego. They were the last thing Charlotte would have ever thought she’d ever see on Lauren Scheuer’s face. Her favourite bullying victim, who took her torment so well, was now above her, and enjoying every second of it. It was horrible. 

A squeak of surprise escaped Charlotte’s lips as Lauren sat on her lap, facing her. Their noses were only a handful of inches away now, and Charlotte felt her face heat up at the closeness.

“Well, Charlotte? Do you think I’m a lesbian?”

Charlotte’s jaw worked. “I…”

“Better question.” Lauren leaned in, whispering into her ear. “Do you think you’re a lesbian?”

A shudder went up Charlotte’s spine, and her stomach twisted in ways she wasn’t used to it doing. “F- Fuck you,” she managed. “I’m not a filthy dyke like you. If you think that I’m some pervert who gets off to girls, you’re wrong. If I had control here, I’d shove you to the ground and beat you until you were unconscious.”

Lauren laughed. “God, you’re so feisty. It’s okay. I won’t make you get rid of it. It’s fun to hear you complain a bit.”

Charlotte’s face burned. How dare she talk like that, patronizing, like Charlotte was just a child throwing a tantrum?

The next words out of Lauren’s mouth reverberated through Charlotte’s skull, powerful, undeniable. “Kiss me.”

There was no chance to hesitate. The need to obey was desperate, like an itch you just had to scratch. Charlotte leaned up and pressed her lips to Lauren’s. Lauren leaned in, tilting her head into the kiss, and Charlotte absently registered that her hands were cupping her cheeks. The rest of Charlotte’s brainpower was focused on the intense rollercoaster of emotions oscillating through her as their lips melded hotly together.

A dozen kisses shared with Damian tumbled through her head, her subconscious comparing them to Lauren. And though Charlotte was loath to admit it, Lauren did inspire more emotion. Damian was boring, brutish, like every other boy she’d been with. But Lauren… every second with her lips pressed against Lauren’s, Charlotte felt her mouth catch fire. It was explosive, lighting up her nerve endings all over, yet also so painful and abhorrent that Charlotte wanted nothing more than to push her away and go home. 

She hated this. She hated this. She hated Lauren. Why would her stomach not stop doing flips?

An unknown amount of time later, Lauren pulled back, breathing hard, her lips kiss-swollen. Charlotte was mortified to realize she was also out of breath. Lauren smirked. “You know, I’m not sure if that was enough data. I think we need to do some more tests.”

“Lauren,” Charlotte whined. Shit. That was meant to be more aggressive than desperate.

Lauren gave her a look.

“M- Miss Lauren,” Charlotte corrected, her eyes darting away.

Lauren stood, removing the pressure of her thighs from the tops of Charlotte’s. They felt colder. “Stand up,” Lauren ordered, gesturing a foot or two away from the chair. Obediently, Charlotte stood and went to the designated spot.

With the posture of a girl enjoying her position of power to the utmost degree, Lauren sat down on the chair, crossing a leg. Charlotte just stared at her, feeling awkward, feeling humiliated, wishing she could hurt Lauren in ways she’d never hurt her before. But all she could do was shuffle her feet and try to will the blood out of her cheeks.

“Take off your jacket,” Lauren commanded.

Blanching, Charlotte obligingly removed her pristine pink jacket, holding it in front of her chest in shame, and in a growing sense of fear. 

Lauren snatched the jacket out of her hands. “Let me guess. This is more expensive than my laptop, huh? You wear it well.” She peeled off her hoodie, tossing it aside and revealing much more flesh than Charlotte had ever seen from Lauren Scheuer. She wore a tank top underneath, which left her arms and collarbone completely exposed for Charlotte to notice. Stop. Staring, she told herself. You’re not a pervert.

The moment ended all too fast. Lauren threw on the pink jacket and leaned back in the chair, one arm resting over the back of it, looking completely in control. Powerful. Dominant. She uncrossed her leg, and patted her lap. “Your turn. Come on.”

This was so humiliating. This was awful. This wasn’t fair. “You’re such a pervert, aren’t you, L- Miss Lauren? I- I wonder what would happen if this ever came out?” She sat on Lauren's lap as she spoke, facing her captor.

“Do you really think I’m so stupid that I wouldn’t make you keep your mouth shut about this?” Lauren lowered her eyes, taking a good look at Charlotte’s respectably-sized chest. Disgust festered in her stomach, but a strange suffocating elation accompanied it. Charlotte tried to ignore that feeling. Lauren taking every bit of pleasure from her was violating, mortifying, and absolutely positively nothing else. 

“God, you’re such a guy,” Charlotte muttered. “Staring at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

“Says the girl who was staring at me when I pulled off my hoodie earlier.”

Charlotte’s face went scarlet. “Th- That was just because I was shocked to see you covered in those pink scales! What the hell even are you, anyway?”

“A half-succubus. Not that mom ever bothered to explain any of my abilities. But I’m figuring it out.”

Charlotte stared at her. “Succubi don’t exist.”

Lauren met her eyes flatly, and gestured between them. “Does this look fake to you?”

Her face burned again. “Are you seriously telling me that there are secretly succubi all over the world and that’s somehow not common knowledge?”

Lauren shrugged. “If they can all make anyone do whatever they tell them to, it’s probably not too hard to hide their existence. Now stop distracting me.” She reached up, and groped Charlotte’s left boob. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Charlotte’s hands immediately jumped up to cover her mouth.

“You’re such a perv! You didn’t even give me any warning!” She hissed into her hands.

“Why should I?” Lauren said. She reached up both hands, beginning to grope and massage Charlotte’s tits through her shirt. Even with two layers in between the touching, her breasts were undeniably sensitive, and though she tried to stifle them, moans kept bubbling up in her throat.

What the fuck? How could this virgin have such expert fingers, drawing out pleasure with each stroke and squeeze? It must be because she’s a succubus, Charlotte reasoned as she bit back another moan. A creature of lust like that would be able to make me horny and hot about anything she did to me. It’s not real. But god, even if it wasn’t, all this touching was making Charlotte’s head spin.

Belatedly, Charlotte realized that Lauren had leaned in, her breath hot against her neck. She flinched away, but it wasn’t enough, and soon Lauren had wrapped her lips around the skin at her neck. She then sucked hard, swirling her tongue against the skin. A loud groan escaped Charlotte’s lips, too strong to be held back. Even as Lauren pulled away, the spot she’d marked radiated pleasure all throughout Charlotte’s body.

“L- Lauren,” she managed between heaving breaths, “what the fuck?”

A smirk had made its way onto Lauren’s lips. “I could just tell you to take off your shirt… but where’s the fun in that?” She squeezed her right boob. “I want you to remove it voluntarily. I want you to strip it off of your own accord, because the fabric’s getting in the way. I want you to break.”

“F- Fuck you,” Charlotte spat. “I’m not that easy. Who the hell gets off on being molested by a virgin creep like you?”

Lauren didn’t bother responding. Instead, she returned focus to Charlotte’s tits, squeezing, massaging, and otherwise playing with them. Charlotte gasped, and did her best to stop her moans from coming out. She squirmed, her back arching and her fingers twitching, as she withstood Lauren’s onslaught. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. Even if Lauren was a succubus, and could supernaturally coax lust and desire out of her subject, wasn’t there a fundamental problem barring that? Charlotte was straight. Categorically straight. She didn’t like girls and she wasn’t turned on by them. Even with a supernatural creature in the mix, you couldn’t just ignore sexuality! She shouldn’t be feeling like this!

A thumb swiped against where her nipple was, though it was covered by a bra and shirt. An electric shock went through Charlotte, and her nipples reached rock-hard status. Lauren grinned, obviously noticing the reaction. Charlotte pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, face red, eyes hateful as they met Lauren’s. 

All her bravado melted away as Lauren redoubled her attack, paying extra special attention to where Charlotte’s nipples were. They were so damn sensitive, and Lauren’s touch was exquisite even through two layers. Little gasps and squeaks slipped from Charlotte’s lips as she stubbornly held out, but it was getting more and more difficult. Her mind was going blank, all rational thought replaced by a heated desire. This was torture. Horrible, cruel torture. This was worse than anything Charlotte had ever done to Lauren. Fuck, this fabric was so suffocating!

“Nngh!” She groaned, and pulled her shirt off in one quick motion. Then she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. “I didn’t lose. You weren’t playing fair. Your stupid fucking succubus powers got in my head. Got it?”

Lauren grinned. “Oh, I’ve got it.”

Charlotte let her bra fall down her shoulders and tossed it to the side, now completely topless in Lauren’s lap. A position she’d never imagined she’d ever be in, in this lifetime or any other. But god, she was just so fucking needy! “Well??” She gestured at her bare chest. “Are you going to keep going?”

“If you insist,” Lauren purred, and bent over to take one of Charlotte’s nipples into her mouth. 

It was heaven. Lauren’s tongue was divine, the touch of god against Charlotte’s bare skin. She moaned throatily as she pressed her chest up into Lauren. While her tongue teased, flicked, and played with Charlotte’s left nipple, her right one was pinched and rolled between Lauren’s expert fingers. It was wrong. It was so wrong. Charlotte should never ever be moaning and gasping at the ministrations of another girl. Fuck, this felt so good.

Lauren’s teeth bit Charlotte’s nipple, and she squeaked hard. Before she could stop herself, she gripped a handful of Lauren’s hair and wrenched her back. “No fucking teeth!” 

The red glow of Lauren’s eyes grew in intensity. “Are you honestly making demands of me right now, Charlotte? I could make you do so many embarrassing things. I could make you take a nude picture of yourself and text it to everyone you know. I could make you trash your car.”

The heat inside of Charlotte was replaced by a bloom of anxiety. “Okay, okay, jesus, you’ve made your point.”

Lauren traced a finger under her prisoner’s chin. “I think I deserve an apology for that.”

Shame crawled along Charlotte’s spine. “…S- Sorry. Miss Lauren.”

“Hm. Not good enough.” Lauren snapped her fingers. “Get on your knees, in between my legs.”

Horror washed through Charlotte. “W- Wait, no, please, I- I don’t want—” But her knees were already bending, positioning herself in between her captor’s legs, looking up at her. Completely at her mercy. Her bitch, in every way. It was awful. It was thrilling, in a way that Charlotte was instinctively repulsed by.

“I don’t care what you do or don’t want,” Lauren snapped. “You haven’t cared about what I want for the last six years. You’ve stepped all over me. Now, Charlotte Daniels, you’re going to eat me out and be grateful that I’m not doing worse to you.”

Charlotte watched, fixated by fear, shame, or arousal, she wasn’t certain, as Lauren pulled down her legging and panties, exposing her cunt. It was obviously wet. Charlotte opened her mouth, wracking her brain to come up with something that could get her out of this. But she came up blank. Lauren wanted this, and Lauren was going to get it.

Fine then. If this was going to happen, then Charlotte wouldn’t back down. She’d eat Lauren out hard enough to make her see stars.

As Lauren spread her legs, she opened her mouth, probably to give Charlotte an order. Charlotte didn’t give her a chance—she dove in, pressing her tongue against Lauren’s pussy and giving it a long swipe. Huh. It didn’t taste too bad, actually. Lauren jolted, sucking in a sharp breath.

Smirking, Charlotte gripped the outsides of her thighs and continued, licking and playing with Lauren’s folds. She teased at her clit, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking. Lauren’s legs twitched and she moaned with abandon. Good. If she felt half the tortured pleasure that Charlotte had today, she’d be satisfied. 

Charlotte had never eaten a woman out before, but it couldn’t be too hard, especially given her captor’s reactions so far. She focused on doing everything she knew that she liked when she had sex. Granted, her boyfriends had never seemed to like doing it, not when they could put their dicks down there instead. Stupid men. Stupid Lauren. Charlotte put all her frustration and vigour into her tongue, pushing it inside of Lauren’s pussy, her lips up against the folds. Lauren rested a hand on Charlotte’s head as she rolled her hips into it, moaning her encouragement. Charlotte hummed, getting into it as her tongue explored the walls of Lauren’s pussy. Teasing and stroking every inch. Coaxing out pleasure with each micro-movement. Though Charlotte was the one in between Lauren’s legs, there was a certain power she held. It was her lips, her tongue, that were unravelling Lauren. And so Charlotte reveled in her position.

With a few sharp bucks of her hips, Lauren moaned louder than she had so far, and Charlotte felt her cum hit her tongue. It was kind of gross, but in the heat of the moment she kind of liked it. So she lapped it up, giving Lauren’s clit one last kiss, and sat back, smirking up at her captor.

Lauren caught her breath, and grinned in amusement. “Proud of yourself?”

Charlotte flipped her hair. “Maybe.”

“For a straight girl, you eat pussy like a pro.”

Charlotte scowled at her. “It’s not that fucking hard. I just did what I knew I’d like done to me. You don’t have to be gay for that.”

“If you say so. Now, strip off the rest of your clothes. We’ve got the whole weekend ahead of us.”

~

Charlotte wasn’t sure how to feel about the strangest weekend of her life. Sometimes Lauren had sex with her. Sometimes Charlotte was allowed to keep her clothes on. There was a ratty couch in the basement, and an old TV. When she got bored of her phone, she’d peruse the selection and throw in an old movie to keep herself from dying of boredom. Sometimes Lauren would come down and grope her, or put her fingers in her mouth. Sometimes she made Charlotte get on her hands and knees to act as Lauren’s footrest. 

The sex was weirdly good. Charlotte chocked that up to Lauren being a literal succubus—how could sex not be good with one of those? But the casual way Lauren ordered her about, or touched her, pissed Charlotte off to no end. It should be the other way around. Where was the pathetic girl that Charlotte had tormented and laughed at for years? 

Charlotte also ended up learning a little bit about Lauren’s home life. She wasn’t allowed out of the basement, but she discovered that Lauren’s father was a doctor, and spent a lot of time at work. And Lauren’s mom seemed to be both a succubus and completely absent from her life. No wonder they had the time to fuck and moan loud enough to be heard throughout the whole house. Charlotte wasn’t sure if she’d prefer that Lauren’s parents have discovered their daughter had kidnapped her or not.

Finally, Sunday night arrived. Lauren entered the basement, and Charlotte eyed her sidelong as the old action flick she’d put on played on the TV. Lauren wandered over and turned it off.

“Hey! I was watching that!”

“You’re going home this evening,” Lauren said. “School’s tomorrow and it’d be best for everyone if you were at your own home tomorrow morning.”

“Oh.” Charlotte had honestly figured she’d be kept all the way up until it was time to leave for school. 

“I parked your car down the street so Dad wouldn’t notice it. Head left when you go out the door, it’ll be there.” She cupped Charlotte’s chin, her eyes flashing red. “And don’t speak of what happened this weekend to anyone. Don’t let anyone know anything out of the ordinary occurred. Stick to your lies, and don’t spill my succubus secret. Everything that happens between us stays between us.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Even if I told everyone, who’d believe me?”

“Just taking precautions.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t come to school looking like that.”

“I did some practice. I can suppress my transformation and look like I did before all this happened. No one’ll notice anything out of the ordinary.”

Huh. Convenient. 

“Now get going. I don’t want you here when Dad gets home.”

Charlotte took a deep breath, gathered her things, and finally exited the basement that had been her home for the last two days. School was on the horizon. Time to be the queen bee again.