Succubus Blessing: Birth Of A Prince
As I lay on the floor of the old dusty floor cold, nude, and alone, my life flashed before my eyes. It was hard enough being a versatile bisexual still in the closet. It’s worse if you are a wimpy fat college teen. No matter how posh your college is, you will always find bullies who take pleasure in beating others up. I studied hard to get into the Imperial College of Management with a full scholarship. Most of the students were from rich families. I grew up in an orphanage. The rich kids loathed us. Even the teachers were prejudiced. The bullying was horrid. My villain was Rupesh Dutt. Unlike his name, he was an ugly toad with a physique barely different from mine. The difference between us was his monthly 5 figure pocket money from his rich ‘widow’ cougar mother. I worked part-time in data entry for mine. I was always in the hostel, so easy target. The bullying included but was not limited to wedgies, swirlies, streaking, caning, and abusing, all of which the warden considered harmless hazing. But this time, it went too far. It was the beginning of summer vacation and the end of the financial year. So I had more paperwork. Hence more money. It was midnight when I returned, and the warden wouldn’t let me in. As I sat out there, a Ford nearly ran over me, hadn’t I jumped. It hit the gate instead. A drunk Rupesh stuck out his head from the driver’s window. R: Look what you did, you son of a bitch. You need to pay for this. Before I knew it, I was stuffed into the car trunk by two goons. I felt every bump and dip in the road. In about 20 minutes, I was dragged out of the trunk. I recognized the place. It was an old, run-down mansion in a secluded area. The locals believed it to be haunted, so they avoided it. The goons dragged me into the house. On Rupesh’s order, they stripped me nude and got me on all fours. Rupesh got on my back, stuffed my mouth with my shirt, and used it as reins. I could feel his weight breaking my spine. After some time of joy ride, he left the shirt and grabbed my hair. The goons were laughing at the freak show, spanking and kicking my ass. I crawled past them. My tears dripped to the floor. After suffering so long, my limbs gave out. R: You dirty scum. You are not even strong enough to take a bit of weight. I know what you need. I’ll beat you into shape. After saying that, they started kicking and stomping at me. I could do nothing but scream out in pain as my body turned into shades of red, blue, and black. As if not feeling dominant enough, Rupesh stomped hard on my genitals. I cried out for help that never came. R: Be grateful. I am doing you a favor. There is no need for balls when you lick your rich boss’s feet in your future. Unless you hide a vagina in between your legs, you, Slumdog, will never rise to the top. Now let’s give you some practice for getting screwed over. The goons held me down on my belly, and I felt something cold on my asshole. As I realized what it was, Rupesh rammed the unopened beer bottle into my ass. I screamed as it was pushed in deeper into me. They kicked it in as much as they could as my ass bled and farted. As I laid there, sobbing seemed like they were over the fun already. They stood up and, as a parting gift, decided to bathe me with their piss. I had given up. As they drove away, I laid there ready to die. I prayed to God, the Devil, and even the ghost of the house to kill me already. M: You humans really shouldn’t throw away your gift of life so easily, you know. It’s something Negima like us crave for. I thought I was hearing an angel of death or simply hallucinating. It was a pleasant voice, but I could not recall it a second later. M: Huh? You, humans, aren’t supposed to have that shiny thing in you, aren’t you? Let me help. I felt my body float up weightless as something felt pulled out the beer bottle from my ass. I felt a little energy rush through me. I was lowered down to the dusty floor against the wall. I opened my eyes to the most beautiful woman I’ve seen sitting nude cross-legged in front of me, glaring at me in curiosity. Early rays of the dawn were streaming through the holes in the roof. In the light, I was getting even more confused by the woman’s appearance. She appeared to be glowing. It was as if her face, figure, and complexion kept changing. But I felt a strange feeling of ecstasy as I stared at her. P: Are you an angel here to take me to hell? M: Oh, honey. Heaven, hell, God, Devil are all human concepts. I am a Succubus. P: Are you here to take my life? M: Hey, I don’t feed off of your life if that’s what you mean. No one who ever came here listens to me. They run away at the sight of me. It’s been decades since I talked to a human. Ok, boy, tell me your story. I still thought I was hallucinating while I was slipping into death. So I told my life story. She lidded to me intently. I felt at ease with her, like talking to a best friend. M: This Rupesh is an utter asshole, isn’t he? P: Sorry, I never even asked your name. M: No one ever bothered to ask me anything. I don’t have a name, but I like calling myself Mayamohini. P: Beautiful name. If you like, I will listen to your story however long I am alive anyway. M: Wow, no one has ever shown any interest in my life. From the beginning then. Beings like me are created from a concentration of human emotions. The emotion we Succubii are born from is lust. Men think we are sluts for them to fuck. But in reality, we can only stimulate others’ bodies to feel horny and feed off their lust. That was my job in the afterlife. P: Then how did you get stuck on earth? M: Some king summoned me with the help of some dark magic by some priests looking for a celestial whore. He thought he was too good for his 20 wives and concubines. In my full divinity, all the women turned mad with lust. They rode every man nearly if not to death. Thus began the legend of the Haunted palace.