J hated working the prime-material plane. It was human-dominated, human-centric, and had too damn many rules. The only upside was that humans were notoriously easy to seduce and fuck silly. She did admit that if trapped somewhere boring, indulging in every imaginable carnal act imaginable certainly helped the time go by. 

All her thoughts of getting frisky with her summoner were dashed when she realized she'd been evoked by a kindly old wizard who mistook her species for research assistants. After a week of trying every seduction she could master, a variety of vigor spells, and even erectile enhancement charms, she realized she was in her own personal hell.

To make matters worse, the old gaffer was operating under the law, an illegal summoning not sanctioned by any of the human regulatory agencies in the area. Under the radar there was no hope for appeal or rescue. J ground her teeth, mixed mugwort with wormwort at the coffin-dodger’s request, and bid her time. Her catlike eyes watched the wizard’s every move, knowing that he’d eventually make a gaff.

The tedium droned on. J waited patiently for any mistake. The binding circle could accidentally be scuffed. Maybe a bad turn of phrase might release her. She even began hoping for intervention from the powers-that-be. Nothing. As the weeks rolled by and J’s libido went unanswered, she could feel her powers slowly waning.

And then the miracle happened.

J was recording the time it took transmuted gold to slowly fade back into lead when there was an explosion. The massive double doors sealing the laboratory away from the rest of the wizard’s home came crashing in. A half dozen goons in black suits, with chests like Mac trucks, jet black sunglasses, and no necks, came pouring in through the smoking gap.

As three goons grabbed the elderly wizard and began working him over with a series of disabling blows, the others fanned out, a variety of sinister-looking weapons at the ready. J wasted no time tossing her clipboard away and raising her hands in what she hoped was the universal pose for submission.

“My heroes!” She cried in overly exuberant faux relief. “You rescued me from the vile clutches of that dastardly villain!” To help out with the submissive display, she let her white lab coat slip to the floor, leaving her naked with bare crimson skin magnificently on display.

The men in black stopped and glanced from one to another, guns and swords pointed steady in her direction. One lifted a beefy hand to his ear, “Class 3 seduction entity, bound by casting circle, sending image now…”

That definitely wasn’t the reaction J had hoped for, she decided to continue the ploy with a suggestive wiggle of her hips. “I am oh so grateful for your kind aid. Sadly, I have nothing to reward you with… Well, maybe one thing.” Another wiggle.

“Roger. Understood. Proceeding with standard response to seduction entity of unknown origin.” He nodded to the other goons.

Two moved around her while the one who’d spoken approached the binding circle. He placed a wicked-looking rifle/wand combination on a nearby table and unbuttoned his jacket. “Why yes miss, I can think of one way you could reward us.”

The way the others circled her made J a bit wary, but as she watched the first one ripped his pants off in one motion. She couldn’t help but feel a tickle of hunger. It had been a really long time since she fed. Her gaze stopped at a massively stout cock. At its base was a ring of white metal, lights along it blinked. The cock became instantly erect.

The other two goons stepped into the circle grabbing each arm. “Well, so much for casting,” she thought as the goons pulled her arms apart. She felt a hand grab a fistful of hair, forcing her to watch the man in front of her. It had been a long time since she’d been railed, why not start it off right with a little of the ultra-violence?

The pantless goon stepped up to her and grabbed a leg behind the knee yanking it up to her chest. “Fuck yes, finally,” J thought as he pressed the head of his cock against her.

“Oh!” J cried in a saccharine voice, “Be gentle, I’m but a simple, helpless maiden sir!”

“Yes. I can’t control myself. I feel so lusty.” The agent said almost mechanically, his massive bulk looming over her.

He reached forward placing his thick hand around her neck. The calloused hand felt good, firm, strong, it was a hand used to rough hard work. Fingers dug into the back side of her knee, spreading the leg suddenly, opening her up to his cock, which was poised and ready to invade. J couldn’t help but purr, acknowledging that she was actually helpless while he held her like that.

“My lust can no longer be contained. I must take you.” The agent said flatly. She then felt him push gloriously forward. With ease. “Damnit,” she thought, she’d been denied so long now that her body was completely worked up. She was dripping, robbing her of the feeling of being taken rough, dry, and painfully.

The hand on her throat squeezed cutting off air and making J’s head spin. He yanked hard at her knee pulling her into him and filling her in one thrust. She gasped, loudly, heartfelt. The agent wasted no time working her over, pounding himself into her. Held back by the others J could do nothing but throw her head back and howl a series of gasps, grunts, and ecstatic noises. Lost in her own world J could hear nothing but the sloppy sounds of skin slapping, feel nothing but the wonderful girthy cock trying to tear through her, fuck her in half. Hot hands on bare arms, knee, throat. The agents behind her pressed their bodies in, somehow they were all naked now, their chests pressing against her, confining her in a prison of flesh. Another hand came around roughly gripping a breast squeezing more noises from her. All the while her hair was held in a vice grip forcing her head back.

“Fuuuuuuuckkkk!” she cried out. Amazed at how fast her climax was rushing to her.

“Check!’ The agent fucking her called out.

And then it all stopped.

J was left in a void. Breathless. Empty. Dazed.

The agent in front had stepped away withdrawing from her. The others still held her arms, but had stepped away as well, leaving her cold and lonely in the absence of their warm skin.

Eyes wide in frustration J saw the lights on the ring flashing red. She whimpered, “What. The. Fuck?”

The agent in front watched the lights on his cock ring slowly fade to yellow.

“Prepare for round two.” He said as the light began slowly shifting to green. “She still retains significant residual power. HQ suggests this may take several hours. We may have to drain her in shifts.”

And that was when J realized things had gotten far worse. They planned to fuck her, get her right up to that edge, then leave her cold and dry, unrequited. Hours of fucking with no climax. She almost cried at the unfairness of it all, and for a moment wished she was back in that place where she was just frustrated and desperately trying to get the old man hard.

But then thinking became suddenly much more difficult when the agent stepped forward again pressing his hard, hot throbbing cock to her for a second time…