Naked Sugar:

Simone’s Notes:

Histoire d'O (English title: Story of O) is an erotic novel published in 1954 about sadomasochism by French author Anne Desclos under the pen name Pauline Réage. Desclos did not reveal herself to be the author until four years before her death, forty years after its initial publication. Desclos said that she had written the novel as a series of love letters to her lover Jean Paulhan, who had admired the work of the Marquis de Sade.

Santa began her “training” on the same night. It was a task that had to be done in the fallen world. New incubi and succubi had to be exposed to the fruits of the fallen world before they could take in others for their own. Tonight was the perfect night to do that. The incubi kept staring at the new succubus, wanting to take her out on a ride of their own. Santa’s heart was racing in excitement. She was stripped down to her lacy black bra and panties. She was sitting on the bed waiting for him. Santa looked around anxiously. The room was filled with all sorts of naughty toys and gadgets. Some rope was just lying on the black nightstand waiting to be used. Santa just didn’t know what to expect tonight. Serkan told her that he had a little surprise for her.

“Just wait for me down the hall, my dear.” he ordered her seductively. “I have something for you. Take some tonight to prepare yourself while you’re there.” The succubus was pretty excited. She smiled and nodded to him sweetly. The widow headed straight down the hall. The incubus smiled to himself wickedly. “This should be an interesting night!” he thought. He too wanted some real action. Sure, the incubus had found a loophole to the wait with his powerful lust wires. But now, the incubus wanted some real meat. With him and Santa being the only ones around tonight, what more could he wish for? Then once he was sure that she was far down the hall, he followed after her. Now, Santa was happily waiting for her master.

Then, the door opened wide. Santa looked up quickly. Serkan stood in the door smirking at her. The newly-made succubus’s eyes lit up in delight. Her heart was racing in happiness.

“You’re here.” she said simply. Serkan stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Yes I am!” the master replied. “I am here to play!” The black and red in his eyes was growing quickly. The incubus wanted action and he wanted it badly. He stepped in a little closer. Santa’s eyes lit up in real joy at those words and the lusty look in his eyes. Serkan could clearly see the slowly waking black and red in them. “She’s developing the senses very quickly!” he thought. “She should be pretty entertaining tonight! I know I’ll get my money’s worth with her!”

“Really?” the new slave asked. The incubus stepped forward and sat down on the bed. He lightly put his finger to her soft red lips. Serkan was smiling at her wickedly.

“Shhh, my dear!” he said in a low voice to her. “A slave does not ask questions.” Santa just nodded. Serkan kept smiling at her. He leaned in close to her sweet ear.

“On your hands and knees, my dear!” the master whispered to her. The succubus complied in a rush. Before she could move, Serkan held up his hand to stop her.

“Wait!” he called. The slave froze in her tracks. She looked up at him with big eyes. The master kept smiling at her. “You have to move slower.” Serkan softly told her. Santa quickly understand and shifted to all fours in slow gracefully movements. The master smirked wickedly as she did so. “Edward’s trained her well!” he thought in a perverse way. “This should be fun!”

“That’s a good girl!” Serkan said aloud. The sick beast lightly ran his fingers lightly through her long dark red hair. Santa trembled in happy delight at his touch. Serkan began moving aside her hair to reveal more of her lovely back. He unhooked her bra from the back. Now, Santa’s back was completely exposed to him. He leaned down to her ear. “Just close your eyes!” he said softly to her. “Makes it even better that way. Softness adds onto the sweet pain.” Santa shut her eyes happily at the feeling of his hot breath on her soft flesh. The mood just got even more tonight.

“Now for the fun part!” he whispered to her. Santa smiled deeply at that statement. His voice was pretty hypnotic-sounding. She felt her body slowly sinking into a trance. Serkan kept smirking as he reached over to the nightstand to the drawer. He slowly pulled it open and pulled out some baby oil. The incubus opened cap and squeezed the oil all over the slave’s lovely flawless back. Santa shivered happily at the cold oil on her beautiful flesh. She kept her eyes shut as tight as she could.

“Oh that’s cold!” she exclaimed. The slave giggled like a sweet little newlywed as a result.

“Quiet slave!” Serkan ordered her. “I’m trying to work here!” Then, the succubus went silent. The master smirked to himself coldly. He now had a strong control on her.

“Very good!” he whispered. “Edward has trained you well.” He began slowly rubbing to oil in on Santa’s back. The succubus moaned aloud happily. Serkan smiled to himself coldly. “Don’t get excited just yet, you little slut,” he thought perversely. “The fun part has yet to come!”

“Just softening you up for the next part, you slut!” he said aloud. Santa’s smile grew even bigger at that thought. She just couldn’t wait to see what was in store tonight. The master then grabbed the rope from the nightstand and tied it around her lovely wrists. He worked hard enough to sure that the knots were just tight enough so she wouldn’t get away. Santa giggled to herself quietly. The corruption in her was beginning to grow. Serkan was grinning happily at the effects he was having on her.

“Quiet!” he hissed again. “Or I’ll stop right now!” The succubus went silent right away. Serkan grinned at his work in progress wickedly. The foreplay was successfully complete. Now for the real action! The master reached under the bed and drew out a leather belt. The incubus grinned to himself wickedly. Now it was party time! Serkan raised the belt high above his head and stuck Santa hard with all of his might. She screamed out in pain and pleasure. The red and black in her eyes developed quickly. The slave wanted grabbed onto the sheets tightly below her. But the rope had disabled her wrists from doing so. Oh how the master had her in a cruel situation. Serkan grinned evilly at the effects that he had caused. He suddenly wanted more. So, Serkan struck her again. Santa screamed again, only louder this time.

The flogging went on the whole night. Soon, that just wasn’t enough for them both. Round one had to be more hardcore. Serkan had the right adjustments. He stripped down and really got to work. The master was soon riding Santa like a wild horse. The red and black in his eyes were swirling out of control now. The heat in his body was completely high. It all drove him to whip and ride her faster. He even switched ends with the belt. The cuts and lash marks all over her lovely back were increasing quickly. The buckle was the best part of the belt. It would cut into the sweet fragile flesh like a razor blade. Blood ran freely all over her white rose petal back. Serkan proudly helped himself to the sweet escaping nectar. “She even tastes heavenly!” the master thought in deep desire. He just went even harder and faster at both ends. Santa’s screams of pain and pleasure filled the room in a deep rush. She wished to be clinging onto the sheets for dear life. The pain was just that sweet and bitter to her all over her sweet little body. Tears of desire began to flood her eyes as well. Edward had been sweet and gentle yet forceful to her in bedroom. But Serkan was just force muscle to her. Oddly, the widow found that she liked this way much better. Hell, it was even better than shagging itself. Santa even began to wonder why Edward hadn’t tried this at all with her ever when they slept together. Now, she wished that he had. She couldn’t wait have more tomorrow.

Even though he reached the climax of his ride, Serkan wanted more whip action. So he just kept on hitting the slave below. Santa screamed out again. She didn’t want the action to stop either. The abuse was just that addictive to her. The black and red in her eyes were swirling upwards towards the sky. She was woozy with happiness, but she didn’t care. The slave just didn’t want the abuse to stop. Her addiction was only beginning to grow with these gorgeous men that she had been hanging around with for weeks.

At the final blow, Santa had passed out in happiness below Serkan. He stopped whipping and looked at his work with a satisfying smile on his face. The slave’s back was against red with cuts and blood. The master just smirked to himself evilly. “That was just too easy!” the beast thought in deep pleasure. Then, he knelt down and began licking up what was left of the blood slowly. It was a little sour, but still great tasting. Blood in any condition tasted great to an incubus and a succubus. Once she was all cleaned up, Serkan reached under the bed and drew out a full bottle of sake. He uncapped it and poured all of the liquor out on the slave’s back. She was so out cold that she couldn’t feel a thing. Once he was done, Serkan climbed off of Santa, got dressed, and left the room. Round one was complete for the night.