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THE LATEST NEWS FROM OVERSEX
(A Sequel to "Nipped in the Bud")
By C
Our story takes place in Middlestroke, a tony suburb northwest of London.In Madame Sesostris' Salon, the ladies were enjoying a favorite morning ritual.They sat back in comfortable recliners, while a herd of human serving womensaw to their hair, nails, makeup, perfume, and anything else that occurredto them. Every succubus in Middlestroke was present that morning. Molly Morgothwas there, a winsome redhead who favored yellow miniskirts and heels; alsoLilith Lecherall, a brunette pixie in pink, and Cynthia Saddlebottom, a full-breastedblonde who always wore light green. Madame Sesostris, a raven-haired gypsysuccubus, bustled here and there in her blood-red mini and black pumps. Andone mustn't forget auburn-haired Lady Parchpain, the leader of this littlecommunity. She sat in the corner, in the most comfortable chair, as an attendantsprayed just a touch of eau de vampire on her well-proportionedbosom. This morning, the Lady's mini and pumps were cobalt blue. (As oftenwas the case, everyone wore white blouses, to set off the brilliant hues oftheir skirts and heels.)
Lady Parchpain shoved the attendant aside and jumped up from her chair. "Oh,I'm just so tired of cobalt!" she said. She snapped a finger, and her skirtand shoes turned bright orange. "What do you all think?"
"Well," said Molly, "it's, ah, very bright."
"Quite," said Cynthia.
"Quite bright," Lilith agreed.
"Oh, bugger off, all of you!" snapped Lady Parchpain. But she quietly changedback to blue. "Now where's that stupid girl? I want more scent! Get over here,you!"
The attendant had been cowering behind her Ladyship's chair. Now, reluctantly,she came forward with her bottle. "Give me a little right here," said her mistress,lifting her skirt to her waist. She had on Panties of Power, with a silverTetragram stitched on the front. (She was the only succubus in Middlestrokewith the authority to wear them.) The girl sprayed her liberally about thegroin. "Mmmmm," said her Ladyship, "that's it." She breathed deeply, sighedwith delight, then let her hem drop. Just then, she noticed the televisionset. It was on, but with the volume down. It had been tuned to Succubus Program1, and the words "NEWS BULLETIN" now flashed across the screen.
"Oh, I want to hear that," said her Ladyship, and she waved her right handat the screen. The volume suddenly went up. A pretty brunette newsreader, seatedat a desk with papers in her hand, was saying, in a calm, professional voice: ".. . the latest news from Oversex. Several sources (all of them humans in ourservice) have confirmed it now: a devastating attack by what appear to be Houndsof Hengest." (At this, the women in the salon all gasped.) "Nothing has beenheard from the Oversex coven in several hours, and all are feared lost. Everycoven is ordered to be on Red Alert Prime. As soon as we have more news, weshall . . . wait! This just in. A sighting of Hounds at Pumpmee Bottoms. That'sfive miles south of Oversex as the crow flies. As at Oversex, witnesses arereporting at least twenty of the big beasts. It seems they have attacked again.No succubus from Pumpmee Bottoms has been heard from, so we must once morefear the worst. When asked to speculate, experts on the Hounds have suggestedthat they may be headed for London. Remain at Red Alert Prime, and stay tunedto this channel for further bulletins." With that, the telly returned to theregularly scheduled program: a discussion of Welsh conjunctions.
"Oh this is dreadful!" said Cynthia. "What shall we do?"
"Go to Red Alert Prime, of course," said Lady Parchpain. "That means keepingour eyes open and our ears pricked up. Oh, and I need to charge up my pantiesas well." She reached beneath her skirt and pressed the tetragram. Soon a lowhum could be heard. "Marvelous; just another few minutes."
"Surely we should do . . . some other things as well?" said Molly.
"No, no," said her Ladyship dismissively. "I've read the Handbook."
"Very well," said Molly, but her doubts were not allayed. "Do you think it'slikely . . . what they said about London?"
Lady Parchpain nodded: "Very likely, I should say. That's our power centre,after all. That's one reason I'm not too worried about us; I don't think we'relikely to be the focus of attention. But let's wait and see." She ordered theservants to bring refreshments, and they all sat down to await further developments.
More bulletins came on, and with each one, it seemed clearer and clearer:the Hounds were headed straight for London. After Pumpmee Bottoms, they attackedPantywaist, then descended on Upper Cleavage, then ravaged Intercourse, justtwo miles north of the City. Every site was well to the east of Middlestroke.The women began to breathe a little easier.
"Oh dear, I am hoping London will be all right!" said Madame Sesostris.
"I wouldn't worry too much," said Lady Parchpain, sipping a cappuccino. "TheHounds are quite overwhelming in their first onslaught, but they tire soon,and their magic quickly dissipates. In fact, they should be running out ofsteam right about now. Of course a few minor covens are a real loss . . . butwe'll rebuild."
About an hour later, there was another news flash: the Hounds had enteredthe City. Everyone was silent for a while.
Another hour, and the next bulletin came on. The pretty newsreader was thesame as all the times before, but she looked different: tired and afraid. "It'sworse than we thought," she said. "Hounds are attacking everywhere. We havereports from . . . ." Suddenly there was a loud crash. The newsreader screamedand jumped up. "What's that?" she said. A confused jumble of female voicescould be heard in the background. "What's that?" she said again. "Anybody know. . . ?" Then she looked to her side and screamed once more. "No!" she cried. "No!It can't be . . . !" Something big and black seized her and forced her ontoher desk. With a twist of his head, the Hound (for that's what it was) strippedoff her blue mini. Then he forced his muzzle between her madly kicking legs.His jaws closed, and her scream now was much louder—full of hurt anddesolation, as well as fear.
More screams could be heard in the studio. The camera began to lurch backand forth; then, suddenly, it swung round 180 degrees. Everywhere, succubiwere running, shrieking, getting caught. In the foreground, on the floor, ashapely East Asian trembled and writhed as a Hound pulled her blood-spottedpanties past her heels. As they came off, she wailed: "My panties! My panties!Aaahhhhhh, my . . . ." Just then, the picture turned to static.
"Dark Lord and all his minions!" cried Madame Sesostris. "What shall we do?" Herface was drawn and pale, and her breasts were heaving beneath her blouse. Cynthiaran up to her and made her sit down in one of her chairs.
"So they're swarming all over London, are they?" said her Ladyship. "Whatextraordinary staying power. Well, I'll bet the studio didn't have the bestdefenses. They're in for it, now, those beasts!"
"What are you talking about?" said Lilith.
"The studio in London. We just saw the attack, you silly goose!"
"The studio isn't in London, you twit! It broadcastsfrom Prixton."
"Prixton? But that's ten miles west of us."
"Yes, you idiot!" Lilith was shouting now. "They're not attacking everywherein London; they're attacking everywhere in Great Britain!That's what that poor little newsreader meant."
"But . . . but how? How can that be?"
"It doesn't matter how! What matters is doing everything we can to keep our pantieson!"
"Oh dear! Oh dear!"
"Get a grip! I trust you're charged up by now?"
"Oh yes; primed and ready to fire."
"Well that's something," said Lilith. She turned to Madame, who was tremblinglike a sapling in a storm. "Madame, I know you're upset, but you need to keepit together for a bit and help us all. There are metal barriers, aren't there,that can be pulled own over the big window here and the front and back doors?"
"Y-yes."
"Can they be locked from the inside?"
"Yes."
"Would you give Molly and Cynthia the keys, so they can take care of allthat?"
Madame pulled a set of keys out from between her breasts and handed themto Cynthia. "Be careful, girls," said Lilith. "We will," said Molly, and offthey went to secure the building.
"Now Madame, are there any exits or apertures that can't bebarred?"
"Not on the ground floor. No."
"Good girl. And how do we get to the top floor?"
Madame pointed to a curtain in one corner of the room.
"Is there a door there that can be locked?"
Madame nodded and pulled another key out of her decolletage. She gave thisto Lilith.
"Excellent, you're doing very well, dear."
"I . . . I try. But I am in . . . grave fear now as to the . . . the fateof my panties!"
"Oh, these excitable foreigners!" Lady Parchpain snapped.
Lilith glared at her Ladyship and said: "We're all afraid, dear. We're allafraid."
Molly and Cynthia came back and reported that the gates were in place.
"All right," said Lilith. "Now, Lady Parchpain, you've spoken as if you actuallyknow something about these Hounds. I'd like an answer to this question: Arethey good climbers?"
"Not at all, my dear. They're big, and heavy, and ungainly. Definitely earthbound.They can't even climb stairs. More than one succubus has escaped them by atimely dash to a higher storey."
"Great. They won't be coming in from the top floor, and we can retreat thereif they get in at ground level. Nothing to do now but wait."
The wait was a short one. Within just a few minutes, they could hear a loudbaying. Molly gave a little shriek when it started. Madame Sesostris beganto cry. All the women felt a strange, feathery tingling in their groins.
"Just be very quiet, everybody," said Lilith. "Very quiet."
Suddenly, they heard a rattling, metallic noise. "What's that?" said Lilith.
"Someone's pulling the gate back up! The one to the back door!" cried Cynthia.
"The servants! We forgot about the servants!" Lilith ran from the main roomof the salon down a hall to the back of the building. The gate was up, thedoor stood wide open, and a Hound was poking his nose through the doorway.Feeling a dreadful chill at the base of her tummy, Lilith dashed back the wayshe'd come.
"The servants have let them in!" she cried. "Everybody, start heading upstairs!She pulled aside the curtain as she said this and opened the door behind it.She sent Madame through first, then Molly, then Cynthia. She now saw that LadyParchpain wasn't budging.
"Lady Parchpain! Come on!"
"I want to blast the first one that comes into the room," her Ladyship said.As she spoke, she raised her skirt and faced the door to the hallway.
"All right, dear, but head for the stairs the moment you're finished!"
Just then, a Hound came barging and blundering into the room. Lady Parchpainpressed the firing mechanism on her Panties of Power. Unfortunately for her,the eau de vampire the servant had sprayed there thatmorning had shorted out an important component. Instead of shooting a killingburst of ectoplasm at the Hound, the panties sent a powerful jolt right intoher vulva. She screamed and fell unconscious to the floor. Lilith ducked behindthe door to the stairs and frantically locked it. Then up she went as fastas she could. When she got to the top, she found the others huddling in Madame'sspacious boudoir.
"Lady Parchpain?" said Molly.
Lilith just shook her head, then got back to business: "All right everybody;I hope her Ladyship was right about their lack of climbing skills, but let'snot leave it to chance." They found three dressers of manageable size and,with much stress and strain, wrestled them down the steps and against the door.Then, exhausted, they fell back on Madame's king-size bed. They waited therefor what seemed like forever. No sound came up from below.
"Could they have gone away?" This was Molly.
"I'd love it if they did," said Lilith, "but I doubt it. Let's just stayput."
Several more minutes went by. Tired of waiting, Lilith got up. "Perhaps Ican see something from these windows." She walked carefully over to one ofthem and peeked past the curtain. She had a view into the park across the streetfrom the salon. Four Hounds were standing there, about a hundred feet away.As she watched, they started bounding toward the salon, two in front and twobehind. What are they up to? she wondered. Soon theyhad reached the middle of the street. Then the beasts in front leapt into theair. Lilith shrieked and threw herself on the floor.
The windows of Madame's boudoir shattered as two Hounds came crashing intothe room. These were followed immediately by two others. Molly, Cynthia, andMadame all cried out pitiably as three of the big dogs pushed them down onthe bed. In no time at all, they were stripped of their skirts. The monstersheld the women in place with their paws as they sought out the soft band ofpanty between each one's thighs. Their victims thrashed and kicked, but itmade not a bit of difference. Their screams when they were bitten were thevery essence of heartbreak.
Huddled on the floor, Lilith looked up into the face of the fourth Hound.Whimpering, she tried to inch away, but the dog just shoved her down, thenturned her on her back.
In quick succession, she was stripped and bitten; and she, too, screamedin bitter despair.
When she came to, Lilith felt a breeze on her face. Groaning a little, shelooked around and realized that she was lying on the street in front of theSalon. Lined up next to her were Molly, Cynthia, Madame, and Lady Parchpain,all still unconscious. The women were on their backs, with their hands at theirsides. Their miniskirts were gone, of course, but their panties—dabbedwith blood now --had not yet been taken down. Lady Parchpain's had a big scorchmark in front. Lilith felt a tremulous, achy itch in her groin where the Houndhad bitten her. She tried to get up, but couldn't. She couldn't even raiseher arms. "Alas," she said, "I don't think this is a bad dream."
She looked beyond her immediate environs and saw that a crowd had formedabout twenty feet away. It seemed to consist mostly of their servants and retainers. "Igather they're not going to help us," she said.
Within a few minutes, the other women came to groggy wakefulness. Madamespoke first: "I . . . I live for many years on the continent. So many succubushunters there, they are . . . tripping over one another. So I come to England,and . . . and it is here I am caught! Such irony, eh?" She began to cry, andCynthia took hold of her hand.
"My . . . boyfriend just named me in his will," said Cynthia. "I was . .. going to drain his blood this weekend. It . . . doesn't seem fair, somehow!" Andshe started crying, too.
"Get it all out of your systems, dears," said Molly. "I feel exactly thesame. I had almost clawed my way. . . to the top of my company. All that blackmailand extortion (not to mention the murders) . . . for nothing, it seems!" Andshe joined her weeping to theirs.
"Why aren't those fools coming to our assistance?" said Lady Parchpain. "Andwhere are the . . . the . . . ."
"Hounds?" said Lilith. "I'm guessing, but here's . . . how I'd answer thosequestions. The servants aren't helping us . . . because they know they don'thave to any more. The Hounds have left, because they know we're not . . . notgoing anywhere. I imagine they're looking for other succubi. And when they'redone . . . ."
"Don't!" said her Ladyship. "Please don't say those ghastly creatures arecoming back! Please!"
"Dear," said Lilith, "you really must get a hold of your . . . ."
"I haven't gone crazy! I haven't! I know they are comingback. I just don't want you to say it! Just don't say it! Do you understand?In all my time as a succubus I've wondered: when will it happen? When willmy . . . panties come down for good? I felt I . . . couldn't bear it when ithappened . . . and I can't! I just can't! Do you understand?" And she beganto sob uncontrollably.
"Yes, dear, I understand." Lilith sighed then and said: "I, too, have plentyof cause for tears. I won't go into it here. Suffice it to say . . . I couldhave spread more mayhem among humankind. I do so hate them . . . especiallythe men! I'm no more ready to be caught . . . than the rest of you. But I .. . I won't carry on like that just yet. Not yet."
"Oh let it go, dear," said Molly, who was still sniffling. "Why wait for. . . panty-tugging time? Let it all go now!"
"No . . . not yet. Soon. I won't surrender till I absolutely must!"
Just then, the crowd began to clap and cheer. The Hounds had returned. Madameand her Ladyship fell into new spasms of weeping. Molly and Cynthia turnedto each other and kissed. The Hounds came up to their splendid catch, thensat on their haunches, one near each woman's feet.
"How did you become so powerful?" Lilith asked. "Can't I know why I've. . . been destroyed?" No sound or movement from the dogs.
Several minutes passed. Then, at last, they struck, with a speed hard tocredit in animals so large. They were, strangely enough, gentle. Each seizedthe front of a pair of panties and barely grazed the skin beneath. The women'slegs were free to move, so they twisted and frantically kicked, but it didno good. Their pants were all tugged past their toes, then deposited on theasphalt. The crowd roared its approval.
"Disloyal scum!" her Ladyship hissed, then returned to her weeping. Her blueheels continued to kick.
"Oh, my panties!" Madame cried. "Truly it is bitter . . . this panty-tuggingtime!" Her black heels kept on kicking.
"My panties, too!" Cynthia wailed. "We put them on this morning, not knowing,without a clue . . . that before this day was past, they'd be down forever!Oh what a fate! What a hurtful, unkind fate!" Her green heels kicked alongsideMadame's.
"And my panties!" Molly sobbed. "Utterly vanquished!Utterly undone! Depantied before we've consummated . . . one quarter of ourplans! Some clever man . . . unleashed his dogs (curse him and every otherman!), and now we must kick our lives away!" And her yellow heels underscoredthe point, kicking along with the others.
Stripped of their cover, the hairless pussies of the succubi had caught thecrowd's attention. Lilith could hear men—and women—laughing andjoking about just this subject. She felt an overwhelming shame, and in herhead she totted it up with everything else: her fear and sorrow; the stingof the dogs' teeth, attended by a nearly unbearable tightness in her tummyand groin; a ceaseless trembling from crown to toe—plus a powerful urgeto pee. "All right," she said to the dogs, "you win. You win!" The tears burstfrom her eyes in a torrent, and in the very same moment her bladder let go. "Caught!" shecried. "I'm caught! And I'm afraid! It's our kicky time, our panty-tuggingtime!" (And she did kick, thrusting her pink heels again and again at the Houndwho sat just beyond her reach.) "Whoever you are who brought this to pass .. . I hate you! I join my curse to Molly's! I call down the vengeance of theDark Lord upon you! And upon all men! For surely . . . it was a man who didthis! They love to take our panties down! Oh, caught! I'm caught! I'm caught!" Thenshe and the others were reduced to speechless sobbing
The Hounds waited a while; then each bent down and nipped a pussy. The succubiall shrieked, of course, and their kicking grew more frantic. Their captorslapped up whatever juices spurted out, then nipped them again. More shrieks.From then on, it was nip and lick, nip and lick, till fatal tremors began towrack each wounded cunt. The women came, and came, and came, groaning withthe pain and pleasure of each climax. Then, at last, they were through.
Thus were brought to justice five wicked ladies of Middlestroke.
EPILOGUE (Narthex Manor, a few days later)
Having lit a cigar, Lord Lechley settled back in his leather armchair andspoke: "So Mycroft, how did you pull off this miracle: crippling losses forsuccubi throughout Great Britain?"
"Elementary, my dear Lechley." Mycroft, also seated, took a big puff on hispipe and continued. "You recall the Prime Minister's last moments, I trust."
"Mmm, yes. They were delicious—I mean, dreadful."
"Quite. Well, I knew that she was connected by . . . lines, if you will,of psychic-ectoplasmic energy, with every coven on the island."
"Yes?"
"Well, the Hounds feed not just on the bodies, but on the psychic energyof their victims—their fear and arousal, in particular. The trick herewas to enable the Hound that bagged the PM to seize hold of those lines asit fed. Then the beast could be used as a kind of projector—a projectorthat could only be effective if all the power of every white magician in Britainwere concentrated upon it."
"And how was that possible?"
"We have a professional association. I made the necessary calls beforehand,and all of us were ready at the proper time. We had our window of opportunity:from the capture of the PM to the last twitching of her pretty legs. We performedthe necessary incantations, crossed our fingers, and it worked! At great costto us, I should say: we shall not be able to muster effective magic again formonths. But it was worth it: a great burst of lethal power traveled down thelines."
"And manifested itself as hundreds of new Hounds—with their strengthand endurance greatly augmented! Brilliant!"
"Actually, we didn't know how it would manifest itself;just that it could, if we were lucky, make a bunch of succubi turn their toesup at the other end. And so it did."
"Is Britain finally free of this scourge?"
"No. The magic was imperfect, of course. Not every coven was attacked, andthere were survivors from those that were. By now, they'll have closed offthis particular avenue against them. And they'll be lusting (really the onlyword for it) for revenge. But we've badly hurt them, and if we're wise, we'llstay on the attack."
"Whatever I can do to assist you . . . ." said Lord Lechley.
"I'll gladly let you know," said Mycroft.
THE END
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