Shelley’s Secret

Richard Garber was only twenty-two years old but he had already uncovered enough secrets to last a lifetime or more, from finding out his father liked to wear women’s clothes when no one was around, to his Math teacher’s heroin addiction who he had agreed not to report in exchange for a straight A. There were also many other embarrassing revelations involving friends or their acquaintances he had saved for later should he ever need to use them for something. However, there was something for which he wasn’t ready, a dark unveiling that was to forever change the way he looked at the world.

Shelley was a succubus.

His redhead next-door neighbor with dark blue eyes and a septum piercing had always fascinated him due to the number of people she entertained in her house every day. Most were guys around his age – college students, and professional athletes-, but there were also loads of men old enough to be her father and adult women of all ethnicities coming and going at all times. Shelley didn’t discriminate against anyone and now he knew why. She was a vicious creature of the underworld who was always hungry and needed constant snacks to stay young.

“Vicious creature of the underworld?” Shelley taunted him as she drained the sexual energy of yet another football player while he watched. That’s not a very nice thing to say, is it?”

“I don’t care if it’s nice or not! It’s the fucking truth!” he replied. “Release me right now!”

He was chained inside a guest bedroom of her house, a place she had officially designated as her buffet area of choice. Captured an hour earlier while trying to find out more about her and the shady dealings happening inside, he had already regretted his curiosity though he would never admit it out loud.

“No, I don’t think I will,” she retorted. “Why are you mad though? I thought you wanted to know the truth about me.”

“This was not what I had in mind…” he confessed as another man walked into the room, clothes half-torn, eyes glazed.

“Glad I could surprise you then,” she smirked. “I was actually considering revealing myself to you soon, so thank you for taking the initiative.”

“Are you mocking me, Shelley?”

“Maybe a little… I do have a wicked sense of humor after all.”

The man who was now in the room with them was a familiar face. Before deciding to break into her property, Richard had observed her actions for approximately three weeks and that square-jawed, bearded individual had shown up on her doorstep at least a couple of times.

“A regular of yours?” he spat on the tiled floor.

“Yes. Dan has been my thrall for over a year now and he never loses his mojo. If only all my conquests were like him…”

“So how does this work? You enchant them and make them addicted to you so you can drain them at will?”

“Something like that, yes. In the old days, it was customary to kill our victims but that’s such a waste of good food when a single person can regenerate enough energy to feed a small army over time.”

“And yet, here you are, hoarding it all to yourself…”

“I have my appetites and I’m not ashamed of them. Don’t worry, Richard, your turn will come. Until then, enjoy the show.”

Shelley sucked another cock dry and called the next thrall. Five down, at least another forty-five to go before she called it a day.

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