Aftyn center, part 3
The ghost girl rushes from room to room, looking in panic for a way to stop what’s going on. She no longer has lungs, but still her breath comes in ragged gasps. “What can I do?” she cries. “They’ll kill him! Or worse!” She passes through walls like they were curtains. This place, the building currently known as the Aftyn Center for Integrative Health, has been her home for over 50 years. Even though the ladies of the medical center are recent additions, she has grown attached to them, even to love them. She has to do something!
A little wind blows along behind her as she dashes through the bedrooms of the third floor, stirring papers and rustling discarded undergarments. The ladies are each asleep, mostly undressed and curled up under their comfy blankets. OG Aftyn squeezes a body pillow. Dr Aff is a restless sleeper and hangs half out of bed. Even Nurse Aftyn, bound and gagged by an over-eager succubus, snores sweetly in her bed.
When the ghost girl enters the last room on the hall, she is surprised to find Dr Rose, owner and licensed hypnotherapist, still awake and studying her patient notes by candlelight. The ghost scans the room for something she can affect. Her ability to interact with the waking world is limited to giving things a small push. She needs to catch the good doctor’s attention, and ideally direct her down the hall to where the succubi have that poor boy captured. She spots a paperback on the nightstand. “Perfect!” She lines herself up behind it like it was a pool ball. She summons her focus into a single point with a deep breath, then projects it outward. At first nothing happens and her heart sinks. Then the book inches forward, reacting as if on a delay. It tumbles off the table and lands with a satisfying thump.
Dr Rose screams. Her eyes dart around the room. “Who’s there?” She sees nothing amiss. She takes up the taper candle and waves it around. Another noise — something clatters loose in the hallway. Is there an intruder? She has no weapons at hand, but Dr Rose’s most effective instrument has always been her voice. She ties her robe at the waist and strides out of the room.
Down the hallway, she spots movement just before hearing another crash. A nameplate tumbles from one of the doors. That’s Nurse Aftyn’s room! Like all the ladies who live here, Dr Rose feels an enormous protectiveness toward the most hapless member of their little found family. She runs down the hall and skids to a halt at the door. It stands open an inch. She gulps and swings it the rest of the way, steeling herself for the worst.
Whatever fevered scenarios she imagined would be waiting her, none prepared her for the reality. Nurse Aftyn sleeps in apparent peace, despite her hands being tied behind her back with her own bra, and her mouth gagged by her own panties. “Oh my goodness! Nurse Aftyn, what happened?” She rushes to her friend’s side and unpacks the cotton gag.
“Hmm?” The nurse stirs a little. “What’s going on? I was having the best dream.”
Dr Rose unties the knotted bra from around her wrists. “Who did this to you?”
“Oh! I forgot! I was taking our priest friend to the basement! How did I end up here?”
Dr Rose’s jaw tenses. “We’d better check on the others.”
In Seminary academy, you had dreams about the Devil sending his legions of demons to claim your soul. They were horrible creatures, flames dripping from their fangs, bristling with razor-tipped tentacles. Their cries echoed the terror in your soul. You would wake in a sweat and then chuckle to yourself about it the next morning. In the modern world, the machinations of the Devil are comfortably remote.
Now, faced with the reality of being swarmed by demons, you are surprised to discover part of you doesn’t want to escape. There are six of them, more than enough to physically overpower you, even without their supernatural strength, but they didn’t need to. They could have tied you down. Somehow, it’s more damning they didn’t. They knew you wouldn’t try to flee.
These are no monsters. They are beautiful young women, horns and wings aside. They don’t shriek. They speak softly. They whisper in your ears. They are close and friendly, cooing about how handsome your eyes are. One strokes your stubbly cheek; two others massage your shoulders and back. It would be so easy to give in. You want to. You thought the Devil would be easy to resist. God’s game is to come to you with fear, you reflect; the Devil is all about temptation.
“What do you want from me?” Your voice sounds weak, almost pleading. Someone is licking one of your ears. Fingers stroke lightly across your abdomen, others toy with the waistband of your shorts.
“We just want you to enjoy yourself,” someone whispers in the other ear. Tingles spread down your scalp. Goosebumps raise on your arms.
The white-haired succubus climbs on top of you, straddling your waist. Her breasts, capped with black cross-shaped pasties, fill your vision. She reaches behind her to trace a finger along the inseam of your shorts. “I can tell you like it, mister. Say you want me.” She does not wait for a response — she leans down and fills your mouth with her tongue.
The word “Yes” appears in your head. You do want this woman. All these women. Who could be expected to say no?
Before you can fold, a slash of bright light slices through the room. “Back off him, you bitches!” cries a figure silhouetted in the open doorway. You shield your eyes, while the demons scatter to the still shadowed corners.
It’s a rescue! Dr Rose and the other residents of this place have saved you! You were supposed to be saving them, of course, but you have enough humility to acknowledge you needed help. You clamber out of the bed. Nurse Aftyn rushes to your side and takes hold of your arm. “Are you all right?! I was so worried!”
“You came just in time. You probably saved my soul!”
All five of the human women and the one cat girl form a line between you and the succubi, looking as fierce as they can manage in nightwear. The succubus women rally, hissing and glaring. Those with wings spread them to increase the intimidation factor.
You try to push the power balance in favor of the living. You stand tall and proud between them. Your gravity is undermined by the fact you wear only a pair of boxer shorts bedecked with lipstick kisses, but you will not be stopped. You point at the demons. “You will quit this place and return to Hell!”
The blue haired succubus pushes her way to the front of the now crowded room, braving the light. She stares you down despite her small stature. “We will do no such thing. We have as much right to be here as you.”
Dr Rose confronts her. “I bought this building in 2017. The deed is in my office. What claim do you have?” You are struck again by how similar they all look. How is that possible?
“The Succubus Academy’s Cursed Lemuria Dormitory for Girls has been in this building for 5000 years.” The other succubi rally around their leader, apparently no longer frightened of the light.
“What?” asks Dr Aff, optometrist. “That doesn’t make any sense. They built this place in the 1950s, during the post war boom. This area wasn’t even inhabited 400 years ago. You can’t have been here that long.”
“Your limited, human grasp of time doesn’t change the facts,” says the Bratty succubus.
Cat Aftyn jumps onto the bed. “We should fight for it!”
“Suits us,” says the Daphne-shaped succubus with a giggle. She looms over the cat girl.
You impose yourself between them. “No one is fighting here.”
OG Aftyn puts a hand on your shoulder. The skin on skin contact reminds you that you are nearly naked. “I think Cat Aftyn is on to something. We should hold a contest.”
“What kind of contest?” asks Nurse Aftyn.
“There’s a game we used to play when I was a girl called 7 Minutes in Heaven. There’s six of them and six of us. We each take turns in a closed room with him” – she gestures at you – “and in the end he decides who wins the right to stay.”
“We are familiar with this game, but obviously object to the choice of naming,” says the Dangerous succubus. “We played a similar game as freshmen succubi called 15 Minutes in Hell. That is what we shall play.”
“Now hold on here,” you start, but are interrupted.
“It’s a deal!”
“It’s a fight!”
Nurse Aftyn half rises from her chair in the waiting room, then sits back down. Her foot taps. One hand twirls a strand of hair. “It feels like he’s been in there for hours.”
Dr Rosey DDS, exhales a puff of vapor as she checks her watch. “It’s been 10 minutes. He’ll be all right.” She turns to her colleague. “Dr Rose? How did your session with him go?”
Dr Rose frowns. “I wanted to try to give him a hypnotic suggestion that would help him resist anyone with horns, but we weren’t able to get fully regressed. I was, um… able to help him calm down at least.” Her voice trails off.
OG Aftyn, ever the strategist, asks “Did he say anything about what the succubi were trying to do?”
Dr Rose shakes her head. “He wasn’t willing to talk about it. He was pretty shaken up.”
“Scared?”
Dr Rose says, “That’s not my impression. He didn’t say as much, but I think the succubi aren’t exactly obtaining consent. I expect that has raised some complicated feelings. I trust we’re all staying respectful, right ladies?” Her gaze fixes on Cat Aftyn.
The cat girl points a finger at herself. “Who, me? You think just because I have no personal boundaries, I’d take advantage of a man when he’s feeling vulnerable?”
“It’s not fair,” says OG Aftyn. “If they can cheat, how can we hope to win?”
“Not every man wants to be taken advantage of by a pretty girl,” says Dr Rose. “Some appreciate a more nuanced approach. Plus, we have a secret weapon!”
“Ear licking?” asks Cat Aftyn.
“Ear licking!” agrees Dr Rose.
“I don’t feel like we’re winning here, girls,” states the Dangerous succubus.
“He was definitely into me,” purrs the Playful succubus. She curls herself around her Dangerous friend. Despite the rivalry between them, they have always been the closest partners among the demon girls.
The Bratty succubus tosses off a dismissive gesture. “These religious types spend every night dreaming up demons taking them ‘against their will’. This guy is an easy mark.”
“Don’t dismiss him too fast,” says the Angelic Imposter, who already had her turn. “He may secretly desire us, but we need him to choose one of us. A declaration like that will require some real coercion. You have to make him think it’s not wrong to want you.”
“We need an advantage,” says Dangerous. “If we fail, we’ll be kicked out of the Academy. I think I have an idea.”
You have survived ten rounds of this gauntlet; just two remain. Soon the battle for this building, and quite probably your soul, will be over. Each of these women, including the demons, has a unique draw. Some appeal to your mind, some to your emotions, some to your sensuality. All appeal to your sexuality. It is impossible to rise above it. You feel connected to each one. What has pulled you through the emotional roller coaster so far has been your sense of duty. You have a job here. You pledged to help one side of this conflict, and that has kept you from fully submitting to the succubi’s charms.
But now, their final contestant enters the arena. You don’t recognize her from before. Pink eyes and hair. Long, black horns. Prominent black feathered wings. A tight, daring leather bra and panty set with heart-shaped fasteners. “Is it my turn?” she asks in a soft voice, almost a giggle.
There is something ephemerally more “mature” about her than the others, despite her little girl voice. Her curves are not those of a little girl. A couple hours ago, the Bratty succubus shredded your shorts with her teeth, leaving you with no dignity left. You rise to protest regardless. “Who are you? You weren’t among the others before.”
She pushes you onto the bed and climbs up on you, spanning your hips with her own. After such a long night, you are too weak to stop her. “I heard there was a human who had resisted several other succubi trying to seduce him, and I was Intrigued. I just had to see for myself. I must say I’m not disappointed.”
You summon enough strength to complain. “Now see here! This contest is supposed to mean something. You can’t just barge in!”
“You called me here,” she says with assurance. “I wouldn’t have been able to find my way, otherwise.” With surprising tenderness, she strokes your face. “Oh dear! You’re so tense. What can I do to help?”
You notice that her pupils form little hearts. She really does seem to be more caring than the other demons. Sexy, but also… supportive? “I’m worried I’ll fail.” It just spills out of you. You must be even more tired than you realized.
“There, there,” she says. Her fingers trace lines down your neck, probing at the tension there. “Everyone fears failure. You’ll be ok. You’re doing fine.” She starts to massage your shoulders with her small but strong hands. “I would like to kiss you. Is that all right?”
“Yes.” You whisper it. The word takes you by surprise. The kiss is tender, her lips soft against yours. Her tongue tastes you. Your eyes close to focus on the simple pleasure of the moment.
She breaks away, but you can still taste her on your lips. She slides her hand along the shiny leather of her bra and gives one of the straps a playful twang. “Would you like to touch me? My big, squishy titties?”
You really would. You keep yourself from agreeing, though. She has already pushed you outside your comfort zone.
“I love this bra. So shiny and tight,” she continues. “It makes my boobs look huge, doesn’t it?” Her hands continue down between her legs. “I especially like the way these panties squeeze me here. I can feel every tiny movement.” You are very conscious of the scrap of taut leather that separates you. She grinds her hips against you, and you can feel it affecting you.
“It gets me so… horny,” she says with an impish grin. “I can see that you are, too. May I… taste you? I would love to have you in my mouth.” She leans back enough to reach your cock with her fingers, teases it a little. “May I?”
Your conscious mind is no longer participating in the fight. All you can think is that you want to say “Yes”, and you should say “No”. You don’t remember why, only that you are supposed to be conflicted about it. Your heart is pounding; your mouth is filled with cotton; your throat feels thick as you try to swallow.
Your voice is thin and weak. “No,” you say.
Her eyes fix yours in place. She takes your measure in an instant. You can tell she knows: if she asked again you would give a different answer. Your face pleads in a way your voice cannot.
She, against all reason, decides to take mercy on you. “Ok,” she says. She sidles up next to you, squeezing your chest with her delicate arms. “It’s all right. There will always be another night.” She whispers directly into your ear. “If you don’t mind, I can just nibble on your ears until the time expires.”
Relief floods through you in waves. You almost sob from it. “Thank you. That sounds really nice.” You feel her cuddled beside you, peppering your ear with tiny kisses and licks. You close your eyes with a contented sigh.
You are on the verge of a snooze when Nurse Aftyn slips into the room. She pulls the sheets over you, then sits beside you. “Hi,” she says. She smooths some hair out of your eyes. “How are you doing?”
You hadn’t kept track of who had been through and who hadn’t. Of course, she would be the last one. She has changed out of her nightgown into her full uniform — a short pink scrub dress, stockings, and a headband. She smiles at you like a friend after a long absence.
A little bit of pre-dawn sunlight slants through the window. “I’m so glad to see you,” you say. “It’s been a long, hard night.”
“You poor thing. It’s going to be all right. I’ll take care of you.” She touches the back of her hand to your forehead. “Oh my. You do feel a little warm.” She places her other hand on your chest, over your heart. “I’ll bet I can guess why. You probably got a lot of teasing today, didn’t you?”
You nod.
“Did you get to… release at all?”
You shake your head.
“You know, it’s not good to hold all that in. If you keep getting worked up without orgasm, it can back up on you, clog the pipes. It’s important to let it out once in a while. Do you have a wife or girlfriend?”
You shake your head again.
She looks concerned. “That’s ok. I can help, if you’d like. Would that be all right?”
You search your heart and find no conflict. You are unable to find your voice, but you give her a nod.
“Ok. Let’s see what we’re working with.” She pulls the sheets back slowly. The cool air gives you goosebumps. You blush, but she smiles. “Very nice. It’s been a long time since I got to do this.” She brushes your dick with a light touch. It stirs to attention.
“Are you sure this is ok?” she asks.
Last chance for you to back out and retain your chastity, but you really do believe this is the right decision. She wants to take care of you. You want to let her. You nod again.
She intuits something. “Feeling nervous?”
You nod.
Her expression softens. She touches your face with tenderness. “I understand. That’s completely normal. I’ll tell you what. You can watch me as much as you’d like. You’re free to touch yourself, if you want.”
She stands beside the bed to give you a better view. “Do you like my uniform?” She shifts her hips, dancing to some unheard rhythm. The little dress ends at thigh level, leaving a tantalizing patch of exposed flesh above her white stockings. She teases at the bottom of the dress, giving you a glimpse of her skimpy, pink panties. “They wouldn’t let me dress like this at the hospital. I’m so lucky I get to here.”
She starts to unfasten the dress’s buttons, starting at the top. Her cleavage swells into the opened gap. Her breasts are framed and supported by a red bra trimmed in lace. Her hands play at the edges of it. She makes a small noise, a tiny moan, enjoying the sensation of stroking her breasts. It feels like an invitation. “Do you like what you see?”
You nod. You were brought up and trained to have shame over desire for sexual gratification. You have masturbated before but have always felt enormous guilt about it. As you look at this beautiful young woman, brimming with sexuality, it seems ridiculous. How can it be wrong to enjoy the bodies you’ve been given? You begin to touch yourself, fumbling at first, but with increasing confidence.
Nurse Aftyn beams at you. “So hot. I love that I can turn you on.” She tweaks her nipples through the lacy fabric. “You’ve got me going, too. Can you see how excited you’ve made me?”
She slides back over the bed, close enough that you can feel her warmth. You stop stroking yourself, put your arms around her waist. It feels… natural.
“May I kiss you?” she asks. You don’t need to nod; your face contains all the answer she needs. Your lips meet, and you note how soft they are. You open your mouth to her. Your tongues touch and then begin to explore each other. She is a more enthusiastic kisser than you have experienced before, but it’s nice. It’s a new kind of intimacy for you.
She props herself up beside you. “I’m going to touch your cock now, ok? I’ll take it slow. I want to savor this. You’re welcome to touch me, too.”
The contact is electric. Something about the “otherness” of her hand wrapped around you makes it difficult to process the rush of sensations. Your brain and nerves sing in some wordless song. You raise your hands to stroke along her back and sides. She arches into your touch.
“I’m not going to ask you to try to hold it. That would probably be impossible after all the teasing you’ve had tonight. Just let me know when you’re going to cum, ok?”
You hope she knows you understand, but you are unable to vocalize at this point. It feels like the world has re-centered around your dick; all else spreads out from there. You allow a hand to slip down to her thigh, and then beneath the skirt to slide over her butt cheek. You feel the strap of her panties, that tiny scrap of fabric that fires so much imagination. You begin to wonder what you could do that would bring her the same level of pleasure she is giving you. You don’t have enough experience to know, but you are somehow sure she would be happy to help you learn.
You feel the familiar point of no return approaching. “I’m going to…” you force yourself to say. Your body language must have given her forewarning because she’s already started to move. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps as your body gears up. Suddenly her mouth is on your cock, warm and wet and right. Your pleasure heightens and expands to fill your entire body with an intensity you have never felt. Then, any illusion of control vanishes as you explode, with a massive rush of relief to a tension you didn’t realize had built.
You convulse a few more times, as the shockwaves continue to roll through your body. She waits you out with little licks and sucks that heighten the intense thrills that continue to wash over you. When you are done, she swallows and rises back to the level of your face. She wipes her lower lip clean. Her smile is beatific.
“Great job! I’m so proud of you! So happy for you!”
You are overwhelmed by a need to hold her to you, a need to have her in your arms. She embraces you back, wrapping her arms around you. You feel her breath rise and fall. Her hair tickles your nose. There is a contentment to this moment you know will last in your memory forever.
It is morning. All six demons, the five human women and one cat girl congregate in a first floor meeting room. Tensions are still high, but everyone has a sense of acceptance to them. The game has played out. Now all that remains is to see the resolution, and that is out of their hands. They’re waiting for you.
At the end of this thing, you are going to have the world’s best deserved nap. Before that, you have one more job to do. With a fresh coffee steaming in hand, wearing your reclaimed cassock, you drag yourself into the room. You are greeted mostly by smiles, some with telltale signs of anxiety.
The blue-haired Dangerous succubus, the leader of that faction, stands up and strides over to you. Her bearing is haughty, even a little intimidating. She grabs your head and shoulders in those strong hands of hers. She sniffs at you deeply, thoroughly.
“Hey!” protests Dr Rose. “What are you doing?”
You have no idea what Dangerous learns from this, but she has sensed something. A complicated set of emotions break over her face. Her lips make a tiny sneer before she reclaims her composure. She turns to the rest of the succubi and barks, “We lost. Let’s go, ladies. We have to find another dorm.”
Everybody reacts. Some stand to complain, others pump fists or break out in the relief of anxious laughter. You notice Nurse Aftyn leans back, smiling with an earned confidence.
The succubi begin to file out of the room. Each has something to say, or possibly just to hiss at you as they pass. The Intrigued succubus is not among them, you notice. Whose place did she take during the contest? Dangerous taps on your collar bone as she passes. Over her shoulder, she says, “You and I are not done. I know your weakness now. The next time we meet, it will go very differently.”
“Thank you so much!” says Dr Rose. “You were absolutely the right one for the job!”
Nurse Aftyn pulls you aside on your way out. “Feeling all right?” she asks.
“Yes,” you say. “I need to thank you. I think my life will be very different from now on.”
Her smile reaches all the way to her eyes. “That’s great! I’m so glad I could help! I hope you’ll come back and see me.”
“Absolutely I will. I am not done learning from you, Aftyn. Thank you for everything.”