Dr. Demona stood in her metal floored lab. The floor was a metal grate, designed to convey all matter of bodily fluids to the sewer. The ceiling was cavernous and dark, tall enough to accommodate the tall transformation tubes filled with their pink or blue liquids.

Men and women and people between the two floated in their tubes behind her, their minds and bodies transforming.

The blonde on the operating table in front of her was tall with a fetish model’s curves. Her breasts were huge and firm, standing proud in defiance of gravity.

They were fake, of course. Obviously so, designed to attract attention whether bare or squeezed into a too tight blouse. She would turn heads.

The Church preferred large breasts, presumably because it was Morpheus’s preference.

She ran her black nail down the girl’s tight abs.

Demona was the creator, the artist in flesh and blood and bone.

The White Witches and SlutzNet molded their minds, but it was Demona and the other doctors who sculpted their bodies.

This woman had been a forty-something housewife with brown hair going to gray and a body slowly collapsing under the relentless crush of gravity. Pre-cancerous cells in both breasts, one leg a full centimeter shorter than the other. Her liver was suffering under the assault of early alcoholism and a fondness for sugar and anti-depressants.

All that was gone now.

From those raw materials was a curvy twenty-one-year-old with DDD breasts, a waist made for corsets, and an ass sculpted from marble. Cascading blonde hair with a hint of curl and deep blue eyes that would reduce her lovers to quivering jelly.

There would be no cancer, no liver failure, no depression requiring alcohol or other chemical remedy.

She would live forever and never age.

But, the woman she had been, the family she had been a part of, all of that was in the past. That personality was still there, but it was now a subroutine running in the background, blissfully sleeping while the Whore Caste construct ran the show.

Cruelty and compassion, Demona thought. Lust and horror.

That was the dual forces that warred inside Demona. The drive to experiment, to tweak a person’s physiology, and the drive to be the hero, to stop what she was doing.

To undo it.

She took a deep breath. “Someday. Someday I’ll fix this. I’ll fix all of it.”

Demona put her hands on the girl’s long legs. “Open, please.”

The blonde stared up at the ceiling, her expression blank.

She spread her legs obediently.

Her perfect pink pussy was wet, her juices glistening under the lab light.

The clit was thick and protruding – dozens of times more sensitive than a normal woman’s.

Demona touched it lightly and the blonde moaned, arching her back off the table.

Lubrication gushed out as the pussy opened and throbbed in orgasm.

“Poor thing,” Demona whispered.

The woman’s nipples stood up rock hard, and her red lips parted.

Demona slid her finger into the quivering pussy gently. The woman was hot and tight. Demona touched her g-spot gently and was rewarded with another orgasm, this one resulting in a squirt.

Demona smiled. “In a little while, your body will adjust. It’s trying to get used to the powerful sensations. Just enjoy them.”

The blonde was hyperventilating.

“Shh, relax,” Demona whispered. She pushed deeper – the girl was no less tight deeper in. Her muscles clamped down and squeezed Demona’s finger, moving in a rhythmic motion that tried to pull her finger deeper.

Demona laughed. “You’re going to be popular.”

She reached down and picked up a thick black dildo. It was sixteen inches long and too thick to fit her hand around completely. “Believe it or not? This will fit inside you. And, it will completely satisfy that hungry little hole. The odds are, you won’t see one this big for quite a while – most transformed you encounter are thinner and three inches shorter than this. This is a Whoremaster cock. I’ll introduce you to a real one a little later, but I’ll go ahead and show you how a real man feels, okay?”

The girl looked at her with the sleepy, blank expression.

Demona put the woman’s legs on her shoulders as she knelt on the table between the blonde’s thighs.

Demona put the base of the dildo against her own crotch and then gently stroked the woman’s clit with the rubber head.

The woman began to moan, straining her neck to look at the huge phallus now poised at her tight pussy.

“Relax. Don’t tense up.”

Demona nudged forward and the thick head pressed into the woman.

The blonde threw her head back and screamed as four inches of thick rubber intruded into her hole. She came hard, her squirt erupting around the dildo and spattering on the table.

This time, her nipples joined in, sending twin jets of Ambrosia into the air.

“That’s right. Good girl.” Demona lunged forward and buried the thick dildo in the blonde’s cunt.

***

“Hi, cutie,” Rita the Bimbot said as Courtney Fuchs stepped into Stallion’s Adult Video’s entry foyer.

Courtney smiled. “Hi, yourself, gorgeous.”

The bright sun through the open door glinted in Courtney’s long, blonde hair.

Rita winked her robotic left eye.

The inner door buzzed and unlocked.

“She’s downstairs on Level 10,” Rita said with a smile.

“Thanks!” She practically skipped into the porn store.

Ray whistled from behind the register.

She gave him a hair toss and a smile.

“Oh, you sure you don’t swing both ways?” Ray kidded.

“Keep that sausage behind the counter, big guy. I got a date with a doctor.”

“Heartbreaker – you’re a complete heartbreaker,” Ray groaned.

Courtney giggled and flipped him off with her back turned.

Ray laughed in his deep bass voice.

The banter was fun. Ray, Rita, and Sugar Tits all kidded her, but she also knew they were thrilled she and Demona were in love.

Even though Demona was technically bound to Ray and the others, and in fact loved them, they were happy she was in love with Courtney.

Sooner or later, she would end up in bed with all of them, but for now they applied no pressure at all.

That was the magic of Whore Caste: they were loving and accepting with infinite patience. Polyamory, if it came, would be cherished but would never be a prison.

And, they loved her.

Which was something that made her feel good.

She stepped through a door on the back marked PRIVATE, and into another world.

The garish neon of the sex store gave way to a clinically clean and stark white hallway. At the end of the hall was an elevator.

She pressed the down button.

Machinery groaned and cables whined as the elevator rose from deep in the earth.

The elevator doors opened on a sterile looking elevator lit with bright LEDs.

She stepped in and reached for the panel.

Ten buttons.

The ninth button had a piece of duct tape over it, and beside that the word NO! written in red magic marker.

She reached below it and pressed ten.

The elevator dropped quickly with instrumental music playing softly through overhead speakers.

***

In the level ten lab, Demona stood over the now satiated blonde who sat in a desk chair.

“Okay, honey, what’s your name?” Dr. Demona asked.

“Candace Malloy,” the girl said. Her big breasts stuffed into a black athletic bra, sculpted hips outlined in skintight black leggings. Her eyes were baby blue, lips full – the face of an angel with a body laboratory-built for sin.

“How old are you?” Demona asked.

“Twenty-one.”

“Married?”

Candace laughed. “No!”

“But, you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, Caleb Jones – oh, he’s taking me on vacation to Cuba!” She looked conspiratorially from side to side. “It’s a sexcation, but don’t tell. My parents would flip out.”

Demona bit her lower lip. “This Caleb… do you love him?”

Candace blinked. “Of course! He’s my soulmate!”

Demona nodded and stroked the girl’s hair. “Girlfriend Experience Whores bother the shit out of me, honey. I don’t like doing this to anybody. Maintenance mode, sweetheart.”

Candace’s smile faded instantly. She sat up straighter.

“Who are you?” Demona asked.

“Candy di Stallion’s, Designation Girlfriend Experience Whore, Whore Caste.”

“How old are you?”

“Forty-Two.”

Demona smiled. She looked twenty-one – as she was supposed to.

“Were you married?”

The woman blinked. “Unable to access information.”

“Override blocks, authorization Demona.”

The woman slumped. She looked around with a confused expression. “Uh… where am I?”

“You’re safe. What’s your name?”

“Brenda Foster… where…”

“Were you married?”

The woman looked confused. “Were? What do you mean were? I am married… oh, God! Where am I?!” She started to hyperventilate.

Demona shook her head. “Run program.”

The woman jerked. A moment later, her smile returned. “Golly, did I black out?”

Demona smiled. “Just a little, Candace. Time to go to the airport. Caleb will meet you in Havana.”

“Yay!” Candace said.

“Now, you go get dressed.”

Candace got up and headed for the table with her traveling clothes – a half t-shirt and mini-skirt.

Demona watched as the brainwashed woman stripped off the athletic outfit without the slightest hesitation.

“I’m truly sorry, Brenda,” Demona said.

She turned and smiled. “Who are you talking too?”

Demona shook her head. “Nobody, honey. Ignore me.”

A bell sounded in the ceiling.

“Demona, Courtney is on her way down,” Rita said over the loudspeaker.

Demona smiled and walked out of the lab and into the hall.

She walked past the empty aquarium wall to the elevator.

The numbers above the doors counted up as the elevator descended.

Six, Seven, Eight.

Nine.

***

The elevator jerked to a stop, and Courtney froze.

Nine. The indicator read Nine.

She pressed her back against the wall.

Alarm bells started going off, not only in her elevator, but far above on the other levels and the ground floor.

The doors hissed open.

Beyond the doors, flickering overhead lights illuminated a dirty, dusty floor.

The air had the sulfur smell of rotten eggs.

Courtney dug in her purse and pulled out her only weapon: a syringe filled with Knock Out. She cursed herself for not taking a dart gun like Demona’s from storage.

She wished she had accepted her sister Madison’s gift of a nine-millimeter pistol.

Courtney was a doctor or would be soon, and she wasn’t going to kill anyone.

Now, she really wished she had the gun.

Far down the corridor, there was a gap in the wall and red light seeped through it.

“There she is,” a voice whispered somewhere in the gloom. “Finally, the right Fuchs girl.”

Courtney held the syringe in an overhand grip, arm raised above her head, needle out and thumb on the plunger. “Stay back!”

In the distance, she heard laughter. “Stab it with their steely knives…”

“But, you still can’t kill the beast,” a woman said.

She was standing at the end of the hallway, shrouded in darkness.

She was tall and broad, and Courtney could swear leathery wings spread out behind her.

Her eyes glowed yellow in the dark.

“You are hers, aren’t you, child?” The demon asked.

Courtney tried not to shake.

“What?” Courtney sobbed.

The demon walked forward, and now Courtney could see the devil horns. “Demona. My niece. You are hers?”

“Stay back!”

The demoness folded her wings. “I am Demonica. This is my domain. And, these are my children,” she said and spread out her arms.

Things began to move behind the demoness.

Things that ran and things that crouched.

Things that were thin and appeared weak.

Things that were massive and looked invincible.

The hallway was filled with monsters.

Courtney screamed.

***

“SlutzNet!” Ray yelled. “Override the elevator controls and return it to the surface!”

“The elevator is not responding. It would appear something on Level Nine has sabotaged the control mechanism,” SlutzNet said from the ceiling.

“Open the elevator doors!”

“Unable to comply – there is a mechanical safety mechanism over which I have no control.”

“Fuck it!” Ray yelled. He pushed his fingers into the gap in the elevator doors and the metal groaned. The Whoremaster flexed his muscles and the metal gave way.

The elevator doors slammed open, revealing the concrete elevator shaft and the steel cables leading down to the car.

***

At the sound of the alarm, Demona opened the aquarium access hatch and rushed up the metal stairs.

At the top, there were two doors – one the aquarium air lock, the other the emergency access to level nine.

The access door was locked from her side and she punched in her code.

“Door lock override,” a voice said from the ceiling.

She opened the door.

On the other side was something roughly shaped like a man.

It was naked, its limbs emaciated and overly long. The skin was copper colored and slimy. A long, thin penis hung down from its crotch.

It was hairless and eyeless.

It opened its mouth displaying row after row of needle like teeth.

The metal corridor echoed with a scream.

***

Rita pushed past Ray and stood on the edge of the elevator shaft.

“Careful, those cables are greased!” Ray said.

“Cables?” She smiled. “You’re cute, lover.”

Rita stepped backward off the edge and fell straight down.

Looking down, she scanned the elevator.

She could see Courtney’s heat signature pressed against the back left side of the elevator.

She kicked her legs and spun 180 degrees.

Rita crashed feet first through the right side of the elevator’s roof.

She landed in a crouch, the force of her landing causing the elevator to shudder.

Rita stood up and smiled.

Then she raised her hands displaying gleaming long bladed knives in each. “Pick on somebody your own size.”

The monsters in the hallway screamed in rage.

***

Ray jumped out and grabbed the elevator cables.

His grip closed like a vise on the steel and he descended hand over hand into the shaft.

***

“Nasty little toy girl,” Demonica hissed from behind her horde.

“Aww, you remember me?” Rita said. “I remember you too. You got away last time. This time? Maybe not…”

An eyeless creature with oily skin and a mouth full of needle sharp teeth leaped at Rita.

Rita’s arms moved faster than Courtney could see.

The creature crumpled into two pieces: hips and below, abdomen and above, spewing red blood onto the dirty white floor.

“Stay behind me,” Rita said as she moved to shield Courtney.

A steel door to the left of the elevator door opened.

One of the eyeless creatures came through the door, and Courtney screamed.

Then, she stopped.

Only the creature’s head came through the door.

Demona was holding it out in her left hand.

A laser scalpel blazed in her right.

Demona threw it at the other snarling creatures.

She backed into the elevator. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Courtney whispered.

The eyeless ones filled the hall, behind them were some larger reptilian looking monsters. Others looked like men with heads like bats.

“Hello, niece,” the demon Demonica said and smiled. She was walking slowly forward in thigh high black leather boots and a long latex loin dress, the horde advancing in front of her.

“Hello, bitch,” Demona spat.

Courtney had to move slightly to see between Demona and Rita.

A short, thin woman in a gimp suit was now walking beside Demonica.

“I can take them, but I can’t protect you at the same time,” Rita whispered. The Bimbot spun the knives in her hands like propellers.

“Carry Courtney out of here,” Demona said. “I’ll hold them off.”

“Yeah, bad plan, Doc,” Rita said. “You can’t hold off that.”

The horde was still advancing, and more creatures were coming through the crack in the wall. Some were like the ones already in the hall, but others looked disturbingly human.

Only they looked sick, some appeared gangrenous.

“What the fuck are they?” Courtney asked.

“You do not want to know,” Rita said. “Don’t let them bite you… or touch you.”

“Fuck,” Courtney whispered.

“You two need to go back through the access door to Level Ten,” Rita said. “I’ll cover you. Once you’re inside, weld that door shut.”

“We’re not leaving you alone down here,” Courtney said.

Rita smiled. “Honey, trust me. If I don’t have to keep you two alive, I can kill the fuck out of these things.”

The creatures charged.

Courtney screamed as Demona pulled her toward the door.

Rita waded forward, her hands moving with lightning speed and impossible precision.

Monster heads began to fall on the floor and roll.

Demona almost got them to the door when three of the eyeless things leapt past Rita.

Courtney stabbed one with the Knock Out syringe.

It just hissed and chattered.

The creature showed no sign of going down.

Demona slashed with the laser scalpel and opened a creature’s throat, cauterizing the wound at the same time.

It gasped and heaved, the arteries feeding blood to its head suddenly closed.

The creature hit the floor flailing at its ruined neck.

The next creature batted the scalpel out of Demona’s hand.

Demona pushed Courtney and pressed her against the elevator wall, shielding her with her own body. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I love you, Courtney.”

“I love you too,” Courtney sobbed.

One of the reptilian creatures rushed into the elevator.

A huge hand reached down from the hole in the ceiling tile, the big fingers closed on the monster’s long skull and lifted it into the air.

The hand squeezed and the skull shattered, spewing gore onto the elevator floor.

Ray dropped into the elevator, squashing the lifeless creature’s body. “Come on motherfuckers, I’ll show you how we did things back in my day.”

He swung his left arm and crushed two of the eyeless monsters against the wall, breaking their spines and sending them squealing to the floor.

His fists pistoned out, sending creatures tumbling backward into their friends.

Rita somersaulted backward, cutting into the creatures that had gotten past her.

She stopped beside Ray and turned. “What do you say we take down the queen bitch once and for all?”

“Yeah, fuck Havana. Let’s get some.”

They moved forward, pummeling and slicing the horde on the way to Demonica.

The demoness smiled. “Oh, not today, my sweets. Not today.” She turned and passed through the crack in the wall.

The gimp suited woman followed. She looked over her shoulder at Ray and Rita and laughed.

“God, I hate that little creep,” Rita said as she sliced one of the eyeless in two.

The horde began to retreat behind their mistress.

The other creatures followed first, leaving the eyeless to take the brunt of the damage from Rita and Ray.

A minute later, Rita and Ray stood outside the crack surrounded by the fallen dead.

Rita started to step through the hole in the wall.

Ray put his hand on her arm. “No. That’s what they want.”

“Yeah, it’s what I want too,” Rita said with a smile on her rubber lips.

“It’s a rat’s nest in their. They’ll be all over us.”

“Fuck, Ray…”

“Hey, take the win,” he said with a smile.

Back in the elevator, Demona picked up the laser scalpel and turned it off. Then she hugged Courtney. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She was sobbing and holding on so tight Courtney could barely breathe.

“No. I’m fine.”

Demona held on. “I can’t lose you. Not you. I swear to God, I’ll kill her.”

“Shh, it’s okay now,” Courtney whispered as she stroked Demona’s hair.

“They’re gone,” Ray said as he and Rita backed down the hallway to the elevator car.

“How the fuck did they get the car to stop this time? I thought you fixed it!” Demona said through gritted teeth.

“We did, honey,” Ray said. He yanked at the wall plate beside the elevator with the call buttons. “Jesus.”

It came off in his hands. Behind it was a mass of slimy flesh and a single eye that looked at each of them in turn.

Courtney screamed.

Demona stepped toward it and stared at the eye. “Jesus. It’s human… the eye. This was a human being at some point.”

“Fuck me,” Ray whispered. “How the fuck did she…”?

Demona shook her head. “I don’t… her technology is…”

“Fucking disgusting,” Rita said.

Demona nodded and the scalpel blazed to life in her hand. “It’s somehow melded with the control wires. The ‘brain’ is overriding the elevator controls.” She reached out and gingerly touched the copper colored skin. “It’s like one of the eyeless things – same skin.”

It blinked.

“Whatever you were? I’m sorry,” Demona said. She brought the scalpel forward and cut the creature in two with a deft stroke.

The eye went slack.

“We’ll move the control wires back to the far wall. Then we’ll weld the doors shut on this side,” Ray said as he stroked Demona’s trembling shoulder.

She patted his hand. “Thank you. You should seal the access door as well. There was an eyeless in the stairwell. We need to seal this floor off completely.”

“You got it, honey,” Ray said.

“We cleaning up this mess?” Rita asked.

Courtney looked at the crushed bodies of the Level 9 creatures strewn throughout the hall.

“No,” Ray said. “Let ’em rot.”

“They won’t,” Demona whispered as she led Courtney to the access door. “They eat their dead. They have to. We haven’t brought them food in months. They’re eating something.”

***

Demona was holding Courtney’s hand so tight it hurt as they went through the access door and into the stairwell.

Rita closed the door behind them, and Courtney could hear the sound of a welder hissing – Rita was welding the door shut. None of them trusted the locks anymore.

Somehow the eyeless had made it through the locked door into the access stairwell, and that meant no place was completely safe.

“Demona, you’re squeezing too hard,” Courtney whispered.

Demona’s grip relaxed but she didn’t let go. “I’m sorry, baby.” She stopped on the second step and touched Courtney’s cheek. “They didn’t hurt you, did they? Did any of them touch you?”

“No. Demona, I’m fine – what could touching me do?”

“I… don’t know. I just don’t want to take any chances, that’s all.”

“I’m transformed. I’m immune to anything they might have, right?”

Demona sighed and nodded. “You should be… yes, you are.” She laughed. “I’m just paranoid.” Her eyes were filled with tears.

The body of the eyeless she had beheaded was lying on the landing, oozing yellowish blood onto the concrete.

“I thought you didn’t believe in killing?” Courtney asked.

“For those things, I make an exception. They’re abominations – all her fucking monsters are abominations. I hope Rita and Ray kill them all.”

Then, Demona began to cry. She turned and laid her face on Courtney’s shoulder and sobbed.

Courtney held her in the narrow stairwell.

“I can’t lose you. Not you. Not again.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” Courtney whispered.

Demona shook her head. “This place is too goddamned dangerous. Havana says we’re to leave Level 9 to its own devices, but this is just too much. Maria has to tell Havana to go fuck themselves and let us end this.”

“Why not just move your lab up to eight?”

She shook her head. “The ceiling – it’s twenty-four feet high in my lab on ten. We need the height for the transformation tubes and the winches. When they designed this thing, they didn’t know Level 9 would become the tenth circle of hell.”

“She was looking for me, Demona,” Courtney said. “She said, ‘Finally, the right Fuchs girl.'”

Demona looked away. “Goddamn her.”

“I need you to tell me.”

Demona shook her head. “Tell you what?”

“I need you to tell me what happened… what happened to Butch.”

Demona clapped her hand over her mouth and shook.

Courtney put her hand on Demona’s shoulder. “Honey? I need to know.”

She nodded. “Her name wasn’t Butch. It was Bobbie. She hated it when I called her Butch.”

“You loved her,” Courtney said. It wasn’t a question.

Demona nodded and turned, tears filling her purple irised eyes. “Yes. Very much.”

Courtney took her hands and they sat down on the concrete steps.

Demona took a deep breath. “We have to start at the beginning.”

***

Two Years Ago

Dr. Mona Karnes lay on her back on the tangled white sheets, her legs spread as her wife thrust the strap on in and out of her now very stretched pussy.

“What am I doing to you, Mona?” Bobbie asked. She was smiling down with a touch of evil glee, her black eyes wide with lust.

“Unnh,” Mona sighed, and she worked hard against the dildo. “You’re… making love to me.”

“No, I’m not,” Bobbie laughed. “What am I doing, Mona?”

Mona shook her head and closed her gray eyes, her light blonde hair tossing left and right.

“Say it.”

“Aww, Butch…”

Bobbie stopped at the top of her thrust with the dildo just barely inside Mona’s pussy.

Mona’s eyes snapped open. “No, Butch! Please don’t stop!”

“Say… it.”

“F… Fucking me. You’re fucking me with your big…” Her voice trailed off again.

“Mona,” Bobbie whispered. “I want you to say it.”

“You’re fucking me with your big cock! You’re fucking my pussy with your big cock! Please, Butch!” She screamed.

Bobbie laughed and thrust into her hard.

Mona came, her pussy clenching hard on the rubber dick.

Bobbie’s lips found hers, and she moaned into the kiss, floating away on a beautiful wave.

“So good. So good,” Mona whispered in Bobbie’s ear, kissing her short black hair. “Butch, you fuck me so good.”

“Uggh, would you stop calling me that?” Bobbie laughed.

“I like Butch,” Mona giggled.

“How would you feel if I called you Lipstick Lez?”

Mona laughed out loud. “I am a lipstick lez.” She held on tight, loving the feel of her lover holding her even more than being filled.

“Yeah, Wendy Whitebread the Lipstick Lez,” Bobbie laughed.

“I’m not a Wendy Whitebread.”

“Oh, baby, you are so uptight your pussy squeaks.”

Mona wrapped her legs tighter around Bobbie’s waist and squeezed. “Take it back. Take it back or I’ll squeeze the piss out of you.”

“Go on, you nasty slut. I love it kinky.”

“Gross!” Mona laughed.

Bobbie rolled over, pulling Mona with her easily.

Bobbie Palmer had thirty pounds on Mona – most of it hard muscle. She was a fitness instructor at one of Manhattan’s premiere athletic clubs.

Mona sat up, looking down at Bobbie’s sculpted abs and weightlifter arms.

She felt like a doll in comparison.

“I love you, Bobbie.”

“I love you too.” Bobbie smiled up at her.

Mona grinned. “I can’t believe I said what I said earlier.”

She felt the blood rushing to her face.

“Hmm, what did you say? I can’t quite remember,” Bobbie said with a grin.

“I said… fuck… and cock.”

“Proud of yourself, are you?” Bobbie asked. She reached up and cupped Mona’s small left breast.

“Hey, that was hard for me. It’s not easy to talk dirty.”

“For fuck’s sake, Mona. It’s easy. Fuck, pussy, cunt, cock, ass, motherfucking tits. See? Simple.”

Mona laughed. “Simple for you, Butch.”

Bobbie slapped her ass. “You just want me to spank you, don’t you?”

She giggled. “A little.”

“Ok, fine.” She brought her hand down, but then she pushed her middle finger straight into Mona’s asshole.

“Aiggh! No! Stop! Not there!”

“Shh.” Bobbie pressed deeper.

“Bobbie… don’t… it’s…”

“Dirty?”

“Yes.”

Bobbie began to gently fuck her hole.

Mona hugged her tight, feeling the fullness of the dildo still deep in her pussy and the strange fullness of Bobbie’s finger pressing into her ass. She began to move against both.

“Yeah, I thought so,” Bobbie laughed and pressed her finger deeper.

“God! So full… it’s wrong…”

“Just close your eyes and imagine it’s not my finger,” Bobbie said. “Maybe some other lez with another strapon… or maybe a guy?”

Mona groaned and thrust against the finger. “N… no… just you, Bobbie.”

“You lack imagination, Doc.”

“I only love you…”

“I love you too, but this is lust and fantasy. Imagine some stranger fucking your ass while I’m fucking your pussy.”

“Oh, God…” The dildo was hitting both her clit and her g-spot and Bobbie was exploring her ass.

“Come on. Fucking cum, you nasty slut.”

Mona screamed and came, her butt squeezing Bobbie’s finger as hard as her pussy muscles gripped the rubber dick.

Bobbie laughed and covered her face with kisses as she slowly pulled her finger from Mona’s ass.

“And, that’s why I married her, ladies and gentlemen,” Mona whispered.

Bobbie laughed.

They held each other tight as the morning sun lit their eighth floor apartment.

“Thought about the tattoo?” Bobbie asked.

Mona sighed. Bobbie liked goth, and nothing would make her happier than for Mona to dye her hair black, get some piercings – especially down there. And, to get some tattoos.

“Maybe,” Mona whispered and snuggled against her.

“Teardrop by the eye?” Bobbie asked.

“No. Butterfly, shoulder.”

“Aiggh!” Bobbie screamed.

Mona giggled. “Pink butterfly with pastels.”

Bobbie began tickling her and a few moments later, they were kissing and exploring each other again.

“Don’t go,” Bobbie whispered.

Mona froze with her hands on Bobbie’s pert breasts.

“I have to go to work, you know that,” Mona said and snuggled against her.

“No. I don’t mean work. Don’t go upstate.”

Mona sighed. “Butch, come on…”

“I mean it. Mona, it scares me.”

Three months ago, Mona’s aunt Melanie had disappeared in Ithaca along with two of her employees. Others had disappeared the same week: two UPS workers and three Jehovah’s witnesses. All had vanished within hours of each other.

Since then, there had been rashes of disappearances in upstate New York and rumors of more than the normal number in New York City itself. The NYPD had a task force assigned to investigate, but so far, they had found absolutely nothing.

At least nothing they were sharing with the public.

“What are you hoping to accomplish by going up there?” Bobbie asked. Fear wasn’t something Mona was used to hearing in her voice. Bobbie was tough and sure of herself.

Mona was her only weakness.

“Butch, they’ve forgotten her. We haven’t heard anything in weeks. I have to see what is going on for myself.”

“I think I should go with you.”

Mona laughed. “Oh, God, here you go getting all alpha dominant on me.”

“Mona, I’m fucking serious. People are being abducted. They’re saying it might be some kind of human trafficking…”

“Come on, Butch. My aunt was middle aged, and, God bless her, not exactly a fashion model. She looks a lot like a cross between a bulldog and a tall fireplug. I don’t think somebody whisked her off to a sultan’s harem or a Colombian brothel.”

“I would just feel better if I went with you.” Her eyes were filling with tears.

“What the? You don’t cry. I’m the one that cries,” Mona giggled.

“You’re a buck ten soaking wet, Mona. And, you’re a gorgeous blonde…”

“A flat-chested blonde.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re a member of the itty bitty titty club, but you’re hot. You’re a target.”

Mona stroked Bobbie’s face. “I will be fine. Besides, you have a career to think about – how are all those socialites going to lose those cottage cheese thighs if you take a vacation?”

“I’d give it up for you…”

“No. You’ve worked too hard to get where you are. Bobbie Palmer is a brand, not just an… amazingly beautiful, extremely sexually skilled, she-hulk.”

Bobbie laughed and shook her head.

***

Trailers were too cramped for a six foot tall plus White Witch and a monstrously huge Whoremaster, but Ray and Sugar Tits made do.

One of the wonderful things about being transformed was the enhanced sex drive.

But, it was hell on the furniture and walls.

The queen size bed in the single-wide’s main bedroom had broken during their first fuck party.

And, Ray had accidentally kicked two holes in the paper-thin bedroom wall trying to leverage against it as he was pummeling Sugar with his sixteen inch dick.

The trailer was a wreck.

The mattress now lay on the floor. Sugar rode reverse cowgirl on Ray, his long cock pushing impossibly far inside her as his thick index finger toyed with her ass.

They had given up on sheets, rubber or otherwise. The room was soaked with their combined juices.

It would be easier to burn the trailer when they were done with it.

Outside, the sound of cranes and trucks made a symphony punctuated by occasional explosions from deep underneath them.

Nine underground levels were being created under Stallion’s and the porn store itself was being completely renovated inside.

Dozens of Worker Caste labored under the watchful eyes of Church agents and Professional Caste engineers.

They worked in two shifts of twelve hours, all day and all night, seven days a week.

And, the trailer would be the home of Ray and Sugar’s coven until the work was completed in the next few days.

They were technically a coven of four.

Technically.

But, Demonica and Kimiko kept to themselves for the most part.

Sugar raised her ass and pushed back, then sank down, trying to coax Ray even deeper inside her.

Ray groaned and laughed, easing his finger deep into her rectum.

Sugar gasped. “Good… I like it.”

“I know, Sugar,” he whispered.

The man Ray had been was fading – he had been a fat, greasy perv whom Sugar, once known as Angela, had found distasteful.

That Ray was a memory.

Ray the Whoremaster was kind and loving – the magic of transformation making him into a perfect gentle giant with more than a little streak of heroism. Ray was a better man for what had been done to him.

And, Sugar? She wondered. Was she better? Physically? Without a doubt. She had a body that turned heads, and all the aches and pains of early middle age were gone. She felt like a teen.

Mentally, though… that was a different story.

She had always been kind and empathetic, but now there was something darker. It was an elitism. Her humanity was fading just as Ray’s seemed to be growing.

She had an almost irresistible urge to modify others, to fix their minds and mould their bodies.

To transform them.

It excited her and frightened her.

After only a few months, she was already a monster.

Ray hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her and Sugar’s lust surged. “Rita. Come here!” Sugar called.

“No,” a robotic voice said from the living room.

“Rita… I know you want to.” Sugar laughed. “Come on, don’t be a whiner.”

The robot girl appeared in the doorway, her pink plastic body gleaming. Her electric pink hair was short today – she could make it any length or color she wanted.

“You two are disgusting.”

“Oh, God!” Sugar said and bit her lower lip. She held out her arms. “Please, Rita. Come on. Play with us!”

Rita glanced over Sugar’s shoulder at Ray as he plunged his thick cock in and out of Sugar’s pussy, his big right hand wide enough to grasp the White Witch’s waist.

Rita’s face could show emotions: the cheek bones bent and flexed, the mouth formed a frowning pout.

“Don’t be like that,” Sugar whispered. “Come here.”

Ray grunted. “Don’t force her. If she doesn’t want us, she doesn’t want us.”

“But she does! I know she does,” Sugar said. “It’s okay. I know you’re still angry over your transformation, but, honey, you have needs.”

“Sugar, don’t push her,” Ray said.

Sugar groaned in frustration. “Fine. Suffer then.”

Rita turned to walk out.

“Fucking coward,” Sugar whispered.

Rita whirled and jumped toward Sugar.

The middle finger of Rita’s right hand pushed against Sugar’s clit as Ray’s cock thrust in and out of Sugar’s pussy.

Sugar screamed as the finger began to vibrate. It felt like her whole body was buzzing!

“God, God, God!!!” Sugar screamed as she came, her squirt spraying out around Ray’s cock.

“Jesus, Rita, what did you…?” Ray started.

Then Rita smiled at him and lowered the middle finger away from Sugar’s clit.

And, she shoved it up his ass still vibrating.

Ray cried out and came, his cock throbbing as he filled Sugar with Whoremaster jizz. “Fuck!” He bellowed.

Rita eyed them both coldly for a moment.

Then she pulled her finger out of Ray’s ass.

“Christ, Rita… what the fuck?!” Ray whispered.

Rita looked at her middle finger.

Then she wrapped her left hand around it and jerked.

It popped off.

She threw the finger at them and walked away. “Souvenir. Perverts.”

Sugar leaned back on Ray’s chest, his softening cock still inside her. “Jesus… that was intense.”

“I think she hates us,” Ray whispered.

“Of course she hates us. But, for fuck’s sake how long can she keep it up?” Sugar said as she rose off Ray’s thick cock and lay down beside him.

The immensely long member fell back across Ray’s hard stomach.

“I mean, it’s getting hard to have group sex, and I really like group sex,” Sugar complained.

Ray laughed. He looked out the bedroom window at the construction. “You seen Demonica and Kimiko?”

“Not today. I think they’re sleeping in the unfinished levels.”

Ray nodded. “Have you fucked either of them recently?”

“Hmm? No, have you?”

Ray shook his head. “Not since we moved into the trailer.” He licked his lips. “I can’t say as I’ve missed them.”

She punched him gently in the shoulder. “Ray! That’s a terrible thing to say.”

He rolled toward her. “Yeah, tell me you don’t feel the same. There’s something not right about Demonica. And, that fucking rubber weirdo creeps me out.”

“They belong to us, Ray. We’re bound…”

“Yeah, well, not by choice, sweetheart.”

“Gwen and I really did a number on them – both of them. Demonica thinks she’s a demon from hell…”

“Thinks? Sweetie, she pretty much is.”

“And, we pretty much destroyed Kimiko’s mind and reworked it from scratch.”

Ray shook his head. “Look, all I’m saying is, maybe you should talk to Marapova. You’ve got some pull with her.”

“Nobody has pull with Maria, Ray.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got considerably more than I do. I think you should talk to her about having Demonica and Kimiko relocated to Havana – I mean, shit, they’re too weird looking to even leave the compound.”

Sugar stared at him. “Ray, you’re scared of her, aren’t you?”

“Like you aren’t?”

Sugar rolled her eyes. “They just need time to adapt, that’s all.”

Someone cleared their throat.

Sugar looked up to see one of the engineers standing in the doorway.

“Pardon the intrusion, but there’s a problem,” the engineer said.

***

Ray and Sugar stood outside the elevator on the ninth level.

The clean white hallway stretched into the distance.

Hulking Worker Caste trudged back and forth through the hall, toting buckets of pulverized stone from the excavation.

The smell of sulfur filled the air.

“Jesus, what the fuck is that smell?” Sugar asked.

“Um, there’s geothermal activity in the cavern,” the engineer said as he led them down the hall.

“Cavern?!” Ray asked. “What cavern?”

The small man shrugged. “Through here.” He pointed to a triangular gap in the left side of the wall.

It reached to the ceiling and was big enough for Ray to fit through.

Red light glowed from within.

The engineer stepped through first. “Watch your step. There are a few steep drop offs.”

A high ceilinged cavern stretched out past the opening. The sulfur smell was very strong here, and it was at least ten degrees hotter.

Gray stalagmites and stalactites stretched from floor to ceiling.

Ray stared at them in wonder. “This isn’t supposed to be here.”

“No, sir,” the engineer said. “We made complete surveys of the bedrock down to a depth of 2000 feet before we drilled the first inch – I swear to God this wasn’t here.”

“Obviously, you made a mistake,” Sugar said. “Why is it so hot?”

“I’ll show you,” he said. He led them further through the cave.

They emerged on a ledge over a deep chasm.

Red light gleamed in a river far below.

“Jesus, is that lava?” Ray asked.

“Yes, sir, it is. About three thousand feet down We missed digging into this chasm on level ten by about twenty feet.”

Sugar shook her head. “Is it dangerous?”

“Free flowing lava in upstate New York? Yes, Ma’am. But, it’s a half mile down, so I don’t think there’s any danger of it rising.” He walked along the wide ledge. “This place is honeycombed with caverns.”

“Is the structure of the sublevels compromised?” Ray asked.

“No, sir. The cavern just joins to level 9 through that corridor. The facility isn’t compromised.”

“Is there access to the surface?” Sugar asked.

“No, Mistress. Near as we can tell, it’s just a massive pocket of caverns. I mean the air is coming from somewhere, but there’s no navigable tunnel to the surface.”

The ledge they were on led to a massive gallery overlooking a wide river of lava.

Demonica stood near the edge, her tall, muscular body bathed in red glow from the magma below.

Sugar studied her from behind. Tall, black leather thigh boots stretched up the woman’s rust-colored legs – legs that bulged with muscles. A short, black leather skirt covered her muscular hips.

The long expanse of her back looked like it was carved from red stone.

At one point, this creature had been Melanie Karnes, a middle-aged pizza parlor owner.

Now, she was a tower of demonic perfection, shiny black hair hanging down in a cascade.

She turned and smiled at them, teeth gleaming white beneath her black eyes. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

Sugar smiled. Demonica was strange, but she was one of the most beautiful women Sugar had ever seen. Sugar’s heart swelled with love – they were bound: Ray, Sugar, Kimiko, and Demonica. They were a coven.

Sugar took Demonica’s black clawed hand and looked over the edge at the burning pit below. The pungent scent of sulfur was even stronger here. “If you like it.”

“I do. It’s like my vision when I was created. Morpheus made this place for me, Sugar.”

Sugar smiled and leaned against Demonica.

She could feel the demoness tense slightly – affection was not part of Demonica’s personality.

Sugar put her arm around her anyway.

That was when she noticed Kimiko standing a few feet away. Her black latex skin making her almost invisible in the darkness.

In a fit of anger, she and Gwen had turned Kimiko into a mindless, gimp suited, sex toy. Now she was Demonica’s constant companion and sex slave.

Sugar smiled at her and held out her hand.

The creature backed into the shadows.

Sugar frowned.

“Pay no attention,” Demonica said in her low, sultry voice. “She is jealous, and she sulks. I will need to administer a pain session later so she knows I love her.”

Sugar stared up at the demoness, unsure what comment she could make.

“We need to seal this place off,” Ray said as he walked up beside them.

“Seal it off?!” Demonica said. “No, please, Ray! I love it! Let me keep it as my sanctuary, please? I can feel Satan’s presence here.”

Ray stared at her. “You can’t be serious – this place is dangerous. One wrong move and you’ll fall to your death.”

“Kimiko and I aren’t so clumsy. Please, Ray?”

He sighed. “It’s your funeral.”

***

Dr. Mona Karnes walked into the Manhattan coffee shop at 10:00 AM to find it packed. She was meeting someone.

Someone she really didn’t want Butch to know about.

Her 10:00 AM meeting was with a woman, and it wasn’t Butch’s jealousy she was worried about.

It was the fact that she was meeting with Detective Patricia Kennedy of the NYPD’s abduction task force.

If Butch knew Mona felt the need to talk to the cops before heading upstate, she would have freaked out.

Mona ordered her latte and sat down at a small table.

When someone pulled out the second chair, she expected to see the detective.

Instead, she looked up from her coffee to see a tall, smiling strawberry blonde with the most enormous breasts Mona had ever seen stuffed into a black sausage casing dress.

She blinked her huge brown eyes at Mona. “Hi! I’m Raunchy Rachel.”

Mona stared at her. “Um, I’m waiting for someone.”

“A cute boy?” Raunchy Rachel squeaked as she sat down across from Mona.

“N… No.”

Rachel put her hand over her bee stung lips and looked comically embarrassed. “Oopsie! I mean a cute girl! You’re a lesbian. I forgot.”

“Do I know you?” Mona asked, though she was sure she would have remembered an overinflated bimbo like Raunchy Rachel.

“Golly, no. I’ve come here to offer you citizenship in the new Theocracy of Cuba.”

“The what?”

“The new Theocracy of Cuba. I’m with the Church of Morpheus. I was sent to offer you a high position in our Professional Caste, on account of you being a highly respected surgeon and generalist… no, genuflectualist? No…”

“Geneticist,” Mona said.

The bimbo clapped and giggled. “That’s it! We offer eternal employment and life, free housing, mind blowing sex, eternal health… umm, I’ll totes have sex with you – not just ’cause I have to, but because you’re super cute and you’re like a genius, and I really like smart people. I have a very long tongue. Wanna see?” Her pink tongue began to slide out of her ruby red lips.

Mona held up her hand. “No, no. Put that away.” She held up her left hand. “I’m married.”

“Oh! We want your wife too! You two can be together for like forever.”

“Look, honey, I don’t know what you’re selling…” Mona said gently. There was something about the bubbly girl that made it impossible to be rude to her.

“Oh, I’m not selling anything. We totes give it away.” She wiggled her chest, sending seismic waves through her mammoth bosom.

Mona laughed in spite of herself. “No, honey, what I mean is: I don’t want to join your church. I’m sorry.”

The girl’s adorable lower lip pouted. “Oh, I see. That’s too bad. I didn’t think I would at first either, but once they gave me my shots and the White Witch talked to me, I changed my mind.”

Mona cocked her head. “I… What?”

“Nothing,” Rachel giggled.

“Is this person bothering you, doctor?”

Mona hadn’t seen the woman in the gray pin-striped skirt and white blouse walk up beside them. She had a gold badge hanging from the waist of her skirt. “Are you Detective Kennedy?” Mona asked.

“Yes, Ma’am.” She was staring intently at Raunchy Rachel.

“Uh, oh, here comes the po-po,” Raunchy Rachel giggled.

“Solicitation is illegal in New York,” Patricia Kennedy said.

Patricia was medium height and build with chestnut brown hair. Her voice sounded high class upper east side, but there was almost an undertone of hillbilly to it.

“I don’t know what that word means,” Rachel whispered.

“Solicitation. Prostitution. There’s a lot of you curvy bombshells working Wall Street all of a sudden. Doctor, did this woman proposition you?”

Rachel smiled gently at Mona.

“No,” Mona said. “We were just talking about religion.”

Rachel giggled. “See ya later, Doc. We can be totes convincing, you’ll see.”

Mona smiled as Rachel got up and wiggled away, her butt looking like it was attached to a universal joint at her spine.

Detective Kennedy watched the woman until she left the coffee shop.

“What the heck was that?” Mona asked as Patricia sat down.

“I have no idea – but there are a lot of them working the business district. She really didn’t proposition you?”

“Well, not… exactly. She wanted me to join her church – it’s that religious cult that took control of Cuba.”

“Church of Morpheus. Yeah, the hookers are all part of the church. We’ve been keeping an eye on them.”

Mona studied Patricia’s face. “Are they involved in the disappearances?”

Patricia stared back at her. “I can’t comment on the ongoing investigation, Dr. Karnes.”

***

When Ray and Sugar left the cavern, Demonica remained behind. She looked out over the fire pit from the high balcony. “You can come out, my darling.”

Kimiko slunk from the shadows and cowered at Demonica’s feet. She kissed and licked her mistress’s boots.

Demonica reached down and stroked her latex covered head. “He made this for us, my pet. I can feel it.”

Kimiko looked up at her and smiled.

***

When Ben Kelly scored the job driving an activities bus for Ithaca College, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. What could be better than shuttling drunk, half-naked coed girls around.

He figured this job would score him a lot of tail.

He was wrong.

Though the scenery was nice, he found that college coeds were not interested in scruffy forty-two year old bus drivers.

He regretted wasting this awesome identity on a job as a glorified Uber driver.

Ben had done a ten year stretch in San Quentin. A couple of smash and grab jobs at Los Angeles jewelry stores and a very short career as a bank robber had stolen ten years of his life.

When he got out, he had left California in the rearview mirror and headed east.

And, it turned out there were a lot of ‘Ben Kelly’s in New York, one of whom had a commercial driver’s license and a bad heart that put him in the ground at thirty-eight.

Now California Ben had New York Ben’s identity and his CDL.

He should have driven trucks for a few years – false identity not withstanding, Ben really could drive a rig.

But, the promise of pussy had drawn him to Ithaca College.

Not that it was all bad. Heck, he had even managed to keep himself on the straight and narrow.

College kids sucked, though.

He stood beside the open bus door as the Astronomy class lined up to get onboard.

The students were an even mix of Astronomy nerds and liberal arts dummies who were in the class for an easy A. The girls were hot but stuck up. They giggled and laughed in their t-shirts and short shorts.

He was packing some serious five inch wood in his khakis from the flesh on display.

But, they were completely ignoring him.

It was going to be a twelve hour drive to Mount Katahdin in Maine.

“Okay, we’re leaving in five minutes,” Ben said.

The students started filing onboard.

The first two were leggy brunettes in short shorts and Ben smiled.

They passed him without a word and climbed onto the bus.

“Mr. Kelly, you did check the oil or whatever you’re supposed to do on this vehicle?” The Astronomy professor, Miss Sorenson asked.

She was tall and chunky, mid-fifties, with black hair and what must have been a respectable rack back in the eighties.

Now, Ben figured they probably hung to her dimpled knees when unharnessed.

“Yes, Ma’am, I checked the oil. We’ll be just fine.”

“I don’t want us breaking down halfway to Maine, Mr. Kelly.”

“No, Ma’am.” He gritted his teeth. Punching the old cow in the face might feel good, but not good enough to lose his job.

She climbed onto the bus followed by about two dozen students. The ratio was about three nerd girls to every nerd guy – at least someone would get lucky on this outing.

A chunky girl who reminded Ben of Velma from Scooby-Doo right down to the thick sweater took up the rear.

She looked unsure of herself.

Ben smiled – yeah, she wasn’t spankworthy material like the other coeds, but she’d do in a pinch.

She glanced up at him and then quickly down to her feet.

“Mind your step, Miss,” Ben said with a little bow – it let him take in the girl’s thighs as she climbed the bus steps.

Even plain Jane here barely noticed him.

It was going to be a long trip.

***

“I can’t tell you what a bad idea it is to be looking into this on your own, Dr. Karnes,” Detective Kennedy said over her tall black coffee.

Mona nodded. “Noted. Now, if it was your aunt who was missing? What would you do?”

“Have some faith that we’ll do our jobs, doctor.”

“After talking to you, I believe you are doing your job, detective. But, I grew up in Ithaca. Those cops couldn’t find Buffalo with a map.”

Patricia sighed. “Look, doc, I don’t usually give out this much information, and if you tell anyone else this? I’ll deny it: the people we believe took your aunt are a big deal. They’re organized, they’re professional. They leave no witnesses and no evidence. We think they are international…”

“Why are they taking these people?” Mona asked.

Patricia shrugged. “We don’t know. But, doctor, these people are dangerous, and this is an ongoing situation.”

Mona smiled. “Detective, when my parents died, it was my Aunt Melanie who took care of me. She accepted me when I came out. She put me through college and then med school. Everything I have, everything I am, I owe to her. I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”

Patricia bit her lower lip. She looked like she was mulling something over in her mind. Finally, she said, “Angela Owens.”

“What?”

“The UPS driver who disappeared. Her name is Angela Owens. The morning your aunt disappeared, Angela Owens drove her normal route. She made deliveries south of Ithaca where the Jehovah’s Witnesses disappeared. Angela Owens knows your aunt – the disappearances at your aunt’s pizza parlor correspond to when Owens delivered to the pizzeria. Donald Hastings, Kimiko Tanaka, and your aunt, all taken near the time the UPS van was at the pizzeria.”

“Jesus! Why doesn’t anyone know about this?” Mona whispered.

“It’s an ongoing investigation, and I’m going out on a limb here telling you any of this.”

Mona shook her head. “I won’t say anything.”

“The last disappearance that day was Madison Koslow – she was a secretary at the UPS warehouse. That’s the last place Angela Owens was seen. All the disappearances are tied to Owens.”

“You think she’s abducting people?”

Patricia shrugged. “No idea. None of them have ever been seen again, including Angela Owens. We’ve checked all the stops on Owens’ route that day. She made deliveries to suburban homes, farms, even a fucking adult store – nothing strange at any of them. Honestly, doctor, not only is this dangerous? You probably aren’t going to learn anything at all.”

“I was going to start at the pizzeria…”

“Don’t bother. If your aunt’s employees know anything? They aren’t talking. Trust me, we grilled those kids for three days and learned nothing.” She looked down at her coffee. “But, there is one weak link.”

“Who?”

“Robert Lindsey, Angela Owens’s boss at UPS.”

“You think he’s involved?”

“Lindsey? No. But, I think he knows more than he’s telling. I wanted to interrogate him, but he lawyered up. He’s got connections in Albany. I was advised to look elsewhere – doesn’t mean you have to.”

***

Evelyn Morris didn’t like the way the Ithaca College bus driver stared at her. He had a sleazy look to him, and she was pretty sure he was checking her out as she went up the bus steps.

She was the last one on, and she looked longingly at the back of the bus.

Unfortunately, the other students had filled up the back.

Professor Sorenson smiled at her from a front seat.

The seat beside her was the only empty place to sit.

Evelyn smiled weakly. Sitting beside the professor was only going to make her feel slightly less self-conscious.

Hopefully, Sorenson wasn’t a talker.

Because, Evelyn definitely wasn’t a talker.

She sat down beside the professor.

“I love your sweater,” Sorenson said.

“Um, thanks,” Evelyn said.

The big sweater was Evelyn’s attempt to cover up what she saw as ‘flaws’ – namely a chunky middle with big hips and breasts that strained a 42 G bra.

Sorenson looked to have similar breast issues, but with an extra thirty years of gravity damage.

The bus driver got on flashing her another overly friendly smile and sat down in the driver seat.

Professor Sorenson stood up and faced the back of the bus. “I’m glad all of you could make it. We’ve got a long journey ahead of us, but I’ve got a surprise for you – we’re taking a little detour before we head for Maine. I think you’re going to like it.” She turned to the bus driver. “Ben, head west on the Interstate and take the third exit.”

“West?” Ben asked. “That’s the opposite direction…”

“I know, Mr. Kelly, but like I said it’s a surprise.”

Ben nodded and started up the bus.

Sorenson sat down and looked at Evelyn. “I warn you, I’m very chatty.”

Evelyn smiled.

“And, you’re not. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to make you uncomfortable,” Sorenson said. Sorenson’s left thigh was pressed tight against Evelyn’s right.

So, Evelyn was already uncomfortable.

She liked to maintain a certain distance between herself and others, so being pressed against her professor in the narrow bus seats was horrible.

“Cold?” Sorenson asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you cold? I always freeze from the AC on these buses.” Sorenson pulled a green and black tartan blanket out of her backpack under the seat. “Share?”

“Uh…”

Before she could say anything, the professor draped the blanket over both of their laps.

“There,” Sorenson said. “That’s better.” Sorenson put her hands under the blanket.

Her left hand closed on Evelyn’s thigh just above her knee.

Evelyn stared at her wide eyed.

Sorenson smiled. “Wow, you are cold.”

“I… uh… Professor, I…”

Sorenson nodded. “I used to be just like you.” Her hand slid higher, going under the hem of Evelyn’s skirt. “Self-conscious. Have you ever been touched?”

Evelyn knew she should pull away, scream, do something. Instead, she stared into the middle-aged woman’s eyes as the woman’s warm hand slid ever higher up her thigh under the blanket.

And, that’s when Evelyn smelled it. There was a perfume in the air, subtle but warm with a hint of sweetness.

She felt like she was melting into the seat as Sorenson moved her hand gently up the inside of Evelyn’s thigh, less than an inch from the crotch of her cotton panties.

In the seats all around them, everybody was ignoring them.

How could they not see?

The lecherous bus driver seemed oblivious, and he was less than five feet away.

“I… don’t…”

“Really?” Sorenson asked. “You don’t want me to? Then why are you spreading your legs?”

Evelyn gasped. She was spreading her legs!

She scooted forward a little in the seat.

Sorenson’s fingers found the crotch of Evelyn’s panties and gently moved it to the side. Her fingers probed the curly pubes of Evelyn’s crotch. “You’re very wet, Evelyn.”

Evelyn nodded slowly. She put her hand over her mouth to stifle the moan as Sorenson gently stroked up and down, from Evelyn’s clit almost to her anus.

“Has anyone ever touched you?”

Evelyn shook her head.

“Just you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to make you cum, Evelyn.”

Evelyn bit her lower lip as the strokes on her clit became more forceful.

Sorenson was now leaning closer, and Evelyn could feel the woman’s breath on her ear.

“I was just like you. So shy. I can’t tell you the last time a man touched me.”

“Uh, huh…”

“You like this?”

“Y… Yes…” Was she gay? Evelyn had never even imagined being with a woman before, but now as Sorenson alternated between rubbing Evelyn’s clit in circles and plunging a finger into Evelyn’s pussy, she began to wonder. Was that why she had always felt so awkward?

She closed her eyes as Sorenson went back to focusing on her clit.

Her revery was broken as the bus driver spoke.

“Third exit, professor,” he said.

Sorenson smiled. “Turn right at the top of the hill, Mr. Kelly.” She rubbed Evelyn’s clit harder.

Evelyn felt her orgasm coming.

“Uh, that’s a construction site,” the driver said.

“I know,” Sorenson said with a smile. Then she whispered. “It’s a wonderful place. Your whole life is about to change, Evelyn. Everyone on this bus is about to get an education.”

Evelyn came, her pussy throbbing under Sorenson’s expert touch.

“What the fuck?” The driver asked.

Sorenson stood up abruptly, and the blanket fell away, exposing Evelyn’s widespread thighs and hiked up skirt.

She jerked upright in her seat, smoothing her skirt.

She looked around, expecting everyone to be looking at her and laughing.

Nobody was looking at her.

Outside the bus, giants, all over seven feet tall, toiled, carrying huge rocks and pushing wheelbarrows bigger than a human should be able to move. They were all bald with dull, lifeless eyes.

Sorenson looked down at her and giggled. Then she held up the finger that had given Evelyn so much pleasure. Sorenson sucked it into her mouth and licked off Evelyn’s juices. “Don’t be afraid, Evelyn. It’s wonderful.” She spun around and turned off the bus ignition, taking the keys as she did.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” The driver yelled.

Sorenson just laughed and opened the door.

She jumped off the steps and ran away from the bus, ripping off her clothes as she did so.

Sorenson wasn’t wearing underwear.

She ran past the giants who appeared to take no notice.

Then she dropped to her knees in front of a tall redhead in white latex.

Evelyn stared as Sorenson began kissing the woman’s white latex boots.

***

“What did you bring me, professor?” Sugar asked.

The naked middle-aged woman looked up at her and smiled. “Cunts and cocks, Mistress. They won’t be missed for days.”

Sugar squatted on her heels, spreading her legs. She grasped the woman’s black hair and pulled her forward.

Professor Sorenson laughed and began kissing Sugar’s pussy.

“Such a good, obedient girl.”

“Can I be transformed now, Mistress?” Sorenson begged, her face slick with Sugar’s juices.

“Of course, darling. That was our deal, and I will never lie to you. What do you want to be?”

“Tall with long, gorgeous hair. I want my breasts high and firm. I want to be…” She burst into tears.

“Young and beautiful?”

She nodded and went back to licking and sucking Sugar’s pussy.

“And you will be, I promise.” She pulled the professor away from her cunt. “Now, go find Ray. We’ll transform you first.”

Sorenson hugged Sugar’s waist and sobbed against her breasts.

Sugar stroked her hair and looked at the bus.

Sugar smiled.

***

“What the fuck is going on?” The bus driver said.

‘Fuck’ seemed to be his ‘go to’ word.

Evelyn peered out the bus window.

They were at a construction site, albeit one that was being worked by giants. A plain, white cinderblock building sat at the center of the construction.

A neon sign on the outside read Stallion’s Adult Video.

And, in the middle of it all, Professor Sorenson was naked and eating out a tall redhead in white latex on the muddy ground.

“Get us out of here!” A coed screamed.

Her scream caused Evelyn to come back to life – whatever the strange perfume was that made her docile and compliant left along with Professor Sorenson.

“I… can’t,” Ben the bus driver said. “That crazy slut took the keys.”

“I can’t get a cell signal,” a boy said behind her.

Evelyn turned and walked down the aisle toward the back of the bus.

“Oh, my God. That woman…” Someone said.

Evelyn turned and looked out the window.

The woman in white was walking toward the bus, her body swaying as she walked.

Her body looked like an adolescent’s wet dream. She was tall with long legs poured into white stiletto boots. The short, white rubber skirt hugged the sensuous curves of her wide hips like a second skin. Above that was a waist that looked like it was formed from decades of tiny corsets.

Her breasts were huge, bigger even than Evelyn’s own. And, they rode high on her chest, encased in a white latex halter.

A silver pentagram glimmered at her neck.

She had the face of a classic beauty, her eyes huge and green above sky high cheekbones and full red lips. Shoulder length red hair completed the look.

She was, quite simply, the most beautiful woman Evelyn had ever seen.

And, she was also terrifying.

“The door! Close the door!” A girl screamed.

Evelyn walked farther back through the bus.

Ben shook himself as if he had been asleep. He reached out and pulled the lever, closing the door.

The woman was two feet away from it, still smiling.

***

Sugar found it amusing. “Open the door,” she said.

The man in the driver’s seat couldn’t hear her words, not with his ears anyway.

But, his mind heard the words.

And, his mind obeyed.

He reached out and opened the door as the bus broke into a chorus of screams.

“Good boy,” Sugar said as she stepped onto the bus.

She saw the lump in the man’s pants rise as she spoke, and she smirked.

Sugar looked through the bus at the screaming college students. “Shh. Quiet.”

The bus immediately went silent as the students found to their horror they couldn’t speak above a whisper.

“Be calm,” Sugar said.

They settled back in their seats.

Sugar smiled. “Better.” She looked at the bus driver intently. “I can read some people easier than others – like you, jailbird. Not who you say you are, are you? Naughty boy.”

Ben Kelly went pale, but the lump in his pants was growing.

Sugar peered deeper and smiled. “Not exactly a model citizen, but you do have skills. We have need of someone who can drive a semi. Want a job?”

“Look, lady, I don’t know what’s…”

“There are fringe benefits,” Sugar said. She turned to look at two girls sitting side by side in a seat. “Stand.”

The girl’s looked panicked, but they stood up – they had no choice.

“Hmm, a blonde and a brunette. Do you like variety, Ben?” Sugar said as she looked lasciviously at the pair of coeds.

“What?!”

Sugar reached out and put her hands on the girls’ foreheads. “Liberal arts. Good. No loss,” Sugar laughed. “Best friends and lovers. Kelly and Kathy…”

“N… no…” The brunette said. “My name is…”

Sugar frowned and the girls began to tremble like they were hooked up to electricity. “Don’t interrupt, Kelly and Kathy. Strippers. Ben here owns you – until he gets tired of you. Then you’ll go wherever we say, understood?”

Sugar took her hands away.

The two girls stopped shaking.

Then they kissed, each tearing off the clothes of the other until they stood naked, making out in the bus aisle.

The other students began to scramble, trying to get away from the two women who had suddenly been transformed into sluts.

But, mostly trying to get away from the witch in white rubber.

The girls stopped kissing and dove on Ben, smothering his face with kisses before going for his crotch.

“There now,” Sugar said. “You think about that job offer. We’ll talk later.”

Sugar began walking down the aisle as the students tried to scream but found all they could do was whisper.

She looked at a boy and a girl sitting to her left. “Fuck.”

They immediately started tearing at each other’s clothes.

She winked at two girls to her right. “Fuck.”

The girls smiled and began making out.

Then Sugar locked eyes with two boys sitting together.

The boy in the aisle seat got up and literally jumped on top of the closest girl before Sugar could say a word.

Sugar burst out laughing. “That’s the spirit.”

The emergency exit on the back of the bus swung open and a tall, chunky girl in a sweater and skirt leaped out.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sugar said and rolled her eyes.

The other students near the back moved for the door.

“No, no,” Sugar said. “Sit. Stay. Orgy time.”

The students’ eyes rolled back in their hands and then the entire bus turned into a sea of arms and legs and exposed body parts.

The entire Astronomy class had turned into a very enthusiastic orgy.

Sugar turned around and went out the front door of the bus..

The chunky girl was fifty yards away and running.

“This is a construction zone, young lady!” Sugar yelled. “Don’t run, you’ll get hurt!”

***

Mind control! Hypnosis! Some kind of nerve gas?!

Evelyn’s mind was moving a mile a minute as she ran.

She ran past the giants who treated her like she wasn’t even there.

Evelyn’s biggest fear was that she was going to be trampled.

She kept looking over her shoulder.

How did the woman move so fast in those skyscraper heels? She was gaining on Evelyn.

“Please don’t run, Evelyn. You don’t have to be afraid,” the woman called.

Other men began to exit the cinderblock building to her left – they weren’t giants, they were bald men in black suits. They were all staring at her and running toward her.

“No,” the woman said. “She isn’t going anywhere. Keep your distance. I’ll handle this.”

The men stopped.

Evelyn was watching the men.

The toe of her left sneaker dug under a heavy rock and she lurched forward.

Her shin hit the rock and she felt her skin tear.

She fell face first into a deep mud puddle.

Her face burrowed in the mud, driving it into her mouth and nose.

Strong hands gripped her under her arms and lifted.

“Poor thing, I told you not to run.”

Evelyn fought and screamed, spitting the mud out of her mouth as the woman in white lifted her as if she was an infant.

The woman cradled her in her arms and smiled down at her as she knelt beside the puddle. “Now, now, stop. I won’t hurt you.” She wiped the mud off Evelyn’s face.

“You’re very pretty,” the woman in white said. The woman looked down Evelyn’s body and gasped. “Oh, that’s a bad cut.”

Evelyn looked down to see red blood pouring down her shin mixing with the brown mud.

The woman stood up and carried Evelyn. “Well, let’s get you cleaned up… both of us, actually. I’m a mess now as well.”

***

Naked, the woman in white was even more impressive. Breasts weren’t supposed to float in midair like that.

But, this woman, she called herself Sugar, seemed to have been carved from flesh colored stone by some insane fetishist.

The breasts didn’t sag, there were no wrinkles anywhere on the woman’s body, not a single blemish.

She had led Evelyn into the cinderblock sex store and into a back room shower that could easily accommodate thirty or more.

Evelyn hadn’t put up a fight when the goddess stripped her bare, and then she had stood mesmerized in the steamy shower as the woman had taken off her own clothes.

Sugar caught her staring. “I know. Almost more than you can comprehend, isn’t it?”

Evelyn nodded slowly.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Sugar said as she stripped off the latex boots.

Her feet looked painfully arched and contorted.

Sugar moaned and stretched her toes. Her feet popped and cracked as they took on a more natural shape. “I won’t lie, the shoes suck. Once they’re on, it doesn’t hurt. Oddly comfortable. But, when you take them off? Shit.” She took off the other boot and stretched her toes loudly. Then she smiled. “Much better.”

She padded naked across the tile, and Evelyn couldn’t help but stare.

“It’s okay. We were designed to make you stare. It’s all part of the plan, you see?” She knelt in front of Evelyn and gently caressed the bloody shin.

The water from the shower rinsed away the blood and mud.

Sugar picked up a spray bottle. “This doesn’t hurt at all. You’ll see.” She sprayed the wound.

Evelyn gasped as she felt her skin tingle.

The bleeding stopped, and, when the water from the shower hit her leg, the dried blood and mud slid away.

The wound was gone.

Sugar ran a long red nail down the side of Evelyn’s left hip. “Magic.”

Evelyn shivered despite the warm water. “What are you doing to me?” She whispered.

Sugar smiled up at her. “Keeping you calm. I can do that. I just push the calm into your mind, make you tranquil, relaxed.” She stood up slowly, towering over Evelyn – Evelyn found herself on eye level with the woman’s huge breasts. Each nipple was clamped with strange star shaped plastic clip.

“Stop,” Evelyn whispered.

Sugar moved Evelyn’s hair away from her temples and smiled. “The greatest cruelty is loneliness, isn’t it?”

Evelyn gasped.

And, Sugar began to cry though she continued to smile. “It comes off you in waves. Waves of loneliness. When Professor Sorenson touched you, you wanted it, didn’t you?”

Evelyn shook her head.

Sugar touched Evelyn’s chin. “Don’t lie. I’m deep inside your mind. Deeper than the professor’s finger was inside your pussy. Her touch was the intimacy that you’ve longed for.”

“You’re… confusing me.”

“Am I? Or, am I freeing you?”

“I’m not gay,” Evelyn whispered.

Sugar laughed gently. “Oh, sweetheart. I never said you were.” She picked up a bottle of green liquid. It was a squeeze bottle and she squirted some into her hands. “Stand still.”

Evelyn went rigid and tried to cry out through gritted teeth. She was paralyzed!

“No, no, darling. Relax. I will not hurt you, I promise.” She ran her finger gently over Evelyn’s upper lip, coating it with the green liquid. “The Church could rule the world by selling this stuff alone.

Sugar began to massage the green liquid into Evelyn’s body.

Evelyn stared into Sugar’s eyes intently.

She moaned as the woman’s long fingers began to coat her pubic hair, massaging her pussy – only the second person to ever touch her there. Then her eyes grew wide as Sugar slipped her fingers between Evelyn’s buttocks, coating her even there.

Sugar giggled. “You like that?” She leaned down and whispered in Evelyn’s ear. “So do I.”

Sugar nudged Evelyn under the powerful shower spray.

She gasped as her body hair began to slide off her skin. In seconds, everything below her eyelashes was completely hairless.

“It’s a requirement. Not sure why,” Sugar said. She pulled Evelyn against her, pressing her curves against Evelyn. “I’m going to kiss you. I can make you want that. But, do I have to?”

Evelyn shook her head.

Sugar smiled and kissed her.

Evelyn let herself be drawn into the kiss. The goddess’s mouth was sweet and warm. She felt herself lean back in Sugar’s arms.

After the kiss, she just hung motionless in Sugar’s embrace, eyes closed.

When she opened her eyes, Sugar was smiling down at her.

“What did… you do… to me?” Evelyn moaned.

“Made a few minor changes. I made you more confident and relaxed. Opened your mind to… possibilities.”

Evelyn smiled.

“Oh! There it is! My smile. I was hoping for a smile.”

“This is insane,” Evelyn said. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t noticed the outside wall isn’t finished,” Sugar giggled.

Evelyn blinked and turned her head to the left.

The cinderblock wall was unfinished, and anyone bothering to look could see her locked in a sapphic embrace with Sugar.

And, Evelyn didn’t care! Her insecurities were gone. Let them look.

She smiled at one of the bald men in black suits who stood watching outside the wall.

His face was expressionless.

“Come here,” Sugar said.

Evelyn watched in amazement as the bald man stepped over the unfinished wall and into the shower room.

“Strip,” Sugar said.

Evelyn watched as the man began taking off his suit.

“Church agent. Very obedient – to us, anyway. He won’t do what you tell him… yet.”

The man’s body was tall and powerful, and Evelyn watched as he bared it.

He was completely hairless, muscles rippling as he bent removing his pants.

There was a tattoo of an inverted pentagram below his navel that ended at his cock.

It was the biggest penis Evelyn had ever seen even in pornos. It dangled almost to his knees.

She gasped.

“Twelve inches – standard,” Sugar whispered. “Though, I think somebody fudged a little when they made him. I’d put that at closer to thirteen.”

“Made? What do you mean made?” Evelyn whispered as the man stepped closer into the spray.

“You’ll find out soon,” Sugar said. She reached down and grasped the man’s thick shaft.

It grew erect, the head becoming thick and purple as the shaft rose and curved.

The piss slit was big enough that Evelyn could put her little finger in the hole – and part of her wanted to do just that!

“Do you like him?” Sugar asked.

“Huh?”

“The agent, darling. Do you like him?”

She looked into the man’s eyes. They had been expressionless before, but now they seemed warm. “Y… Yes. I like him.”

Sugar giggled. “Then show him, silly.”

“Does he… want me?”

Sugar answered by taking Evelyn’s right hand and wrapping it around the agent’s thick cock.

It was so hard! And, his body was hot to the touch.

“Stroke it. Don’t be gentle.”

Evelyn gripped the thick shaft and began to stroke his wet skin.

His cock grew even harder, and now thick precum was flowing from the piss slit.

“What’s your name?” Evelyn asked.

He looked confused.

“Your number, agent,” Sugar said.

“8213,” the agent said. “Church Security detail. Professional Caste.”

Evelyn looked at Sugar. “He doesn’t have a name?”

“He doesn’t need one. Identity is a distraction. He lives to serve.”

“That’s horrible,” Evelyn said.

“He’s still a man, don’t you think?” Sugar asked with a smile.

Evelyn could only nod. It was difficult to think. She should be totally confused by what was going on around her, but all that mattered to her was the thick cock in her hand. She wanted to…

“Suck it?” Sugar asked.

Evelyn stared into Sugar’s eyes and blinked.

“Yes, I’m reading your mind, Evelyn,” Sugar said as she gently guided Evelyn down to her knees.

“I… don’t know how,” Evelyn whispered as she looked up into 8213’s eyes.

“I’ll tell you a secret about men,” Sugar said as she knelt beside her. “You can’t do this wrong. Just, don’t bite it off.”

Evelyn giggled. It was insane. All of this was insane. It couldn’t be real.

Sugar leaned forward and ran her long tongue along the underside of the man’s cock while Evelyn continued to stroke him.

The precum flowed from 8213’s dick.

Sugar winked at her, and then she put her hand on the back of Evelyn’s head, pushing her toward the dripping head.

Evelyn moaned as she tasted precum for the first time. Slick, salty and a little sweet.

Sugar guided her closer.

Evelyn kissed the hot, bulbous head and let it slide between her lips.

“That’s it. Use your tongue.”

The thick precum flowed into her mouth and she swallowed.

Sugar took her hand away and Evelyn took the head deeper.

She heard him moan again and it sent a thrill through her. She was pleasing him! A complete stranger was moaning because she was using her mouth on him.

He touched her hair with his right hand.

She expected him to push deeper into her mouth, but instead he just caressed her hair.

Evelyn reached up and put her hand on his. She pushed herself forward.

She wanted him to force it deeper.

“Be careful with her, it’s her first time,” Sugar said.

“Yes, Mistress.” He pushed his cock deeper in her mouth.

Evelyn reached down and fingered her now bare sex.

“Now, you’re getting it. That turns him on as much as the blowjob,” Sugar laughed.

***

Mona threaded her way through the crowded Manhattan streets, her mind humming with Detective Kennedy’s conspiracy theories. Organized, multi-national, white slavery rings? It was insane, the stuff of pulp novels.

She felt eyes on her, but then she always did. Mona Karnes had a brilliant mind and a lithe, athletic body. And, though she was the least vain person she knew, she had a face that turned heads.

Men in business suits checked her out as she passed by.

Nowadays, she was getting an almost equal number of looks from women.

Changing times, she thought.

She had always known she was a lesbian, but unlike many, she wasn’t annoyed by the stares she got from men. And, because of Butch, she wasn’t tempted by the stares she got from women.

Mona was happy.

But, that happiness was tainted by the knowledge Aunt Melanie was out there somewhere alone and frightened.

She walked through the glass doors at Genetic Revolutions and smiled at the guard behind the black marble desk. “Morning, Joe.”

The older man smiled a cherubic smile. “Hiya, Doc. I thought you were on vacation.”

“Oh, I am. Just had to check on a few things.” She clipped her security badge onto the waist of her skirt and headed for the glass walled elevator.

“You work too hard. Me and your wife talked the other day and we both agreed you’re a workaholic.”

“Oh, so you’re the one who keeps agreeing with her. You should both mind your business,” Mona said with a laugh.

“All work and no play, Doc.”

“That’s the thing, Joe… my work is play,” she said as the elevator doors closed, and the transparent car glided upward.

Melanie had told her once: Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life. For Melanie, that had been running a restaurant, though to Mona making pizzas looked like way too much work.

Mona had been a prodigy, graduating high school at fourteen and getting her first undergraduate degree from Ithaca College at sixteen.

By the time she was twenty-one, she was a Harvard educated surgeon with job offers from every major hospital in the United States.

But, research was her passion.

She was one of the foremost authorities on human genetics.

Genetic Revolutions had offered her a seven figure income to run their genetic engineering team.

But, it wasn’t the money that drew her in.

It was the company’s promise that she could work on any project she wanted and use the company’s vast resources to that end.

While she supervised teams working on everything from cancer cures to treatments for male pattern baldness, her own personal work was pushing the limits of human knowledge.

She had written ten books and churned out dozens of research papers every year.

And, though her employee badge read ‘Lead Research Scientist’, Bobbie said her real title should be ‘Resident Mad Scientist’.

Oh, Butch, you’ve got no idea, Mona thought.

Some of her work stretched the law.

Some things broke it.

The elevator door opened on her floor in the Genetic Revolutions building.

There was no one there.

The entire floor was her laboratory – a glass walled sanctuary that only opened with her security badge.

The lights came on as she opened the door. The massive room was crowded with apparatus.

She made her way back to her desk through the jungle of equipment.

She didn’t sit down, but instead opened a small freezer behind her desk. The air misted from the cold within.

Inside were four glass boxes.

“Hi,” Mona said.

Within the glass boxes were Mona’s life’s work.

Bobbie had been a little apprehensive when Mona had asked to harvest some of her eggs. But, Mona had explained how it only made sense for two career women to bank their eggs so that they could have children later in life.

It was the one and only real lie Mona had ever told her.

Because the truth might have frightened Butch. The truth was on the gray edge of being illegal.

One of the things that had attracted Mona to Butch was she wanted kids.

And, Mona was going to make sure they had kids.

Inside the four frozen boxes were four successful female-female zygotes. She had taken genetic material from her own eggs and painstakingly moved it into four of Butch’s eggs.

She had achieved lesbian conception.

And, someday soon, they would be implanted, and they would have kids.

“Good morning,” she said to the frozen, fertilized eggs. “I know you’re afraid that something might happen to me. Don’t be afraid. See, I left a note for Bobbie that she’ll find if something happens to me. She’ll be able to have you someday. I promise.”

***

8213 had stopped being gentle. As Evelyn’s blowjob skill grew, his lust began to overcome his control. He was thrusting deeper and deeper into her throat.

Sugar knelt beside her. “He won’t cum unless I give him permission. He could do this for hours.”

Evelyn looked at her with a panicked expression.

Sugar laughed. “Relax. I’m not a sadist… most days. Sometimes a little. But, not today. Time to switch positions.” She pushed 8213 back and guided Evelyn onto her hands and knees.

Evelyn panted for breath. “What are you…”

Then she felt hands on her buttocks.

She looked over her shoulder.

A second agent was kneeling naked behind her.

“Evelyn, meet 9745,” Sugar said.

His cock was almost the same size as 8213’s.

And, it pushed at her virgin pussy.

Evelyn gasped. “Wait! I’m a…”

“Oh, we know,” Sugar whispered.

The cock slid inside her.

“Oh, my God!” Evelyn squealed. Her moans were quickly stifled as 8213 pushed his cock against her lips again before taking possession of her throat.

An hour ago, she had been a virgin. Then she had her first lesbian experience, followed by making out with Sugar, and then she had given her first blowjob.

Now she had lost her virginity and was taking part in her first gang bang.

This had to be a dream.

The cock in her pussy felt better than her fingers ever had.

She felt her orgasm growing.

“All three at once, I think,” Sugar said. “Cum.”

The cock in her throat didn’t cum so much as explode. She worked hard to swallow the thick cream, but it leaked back into her mouth and dribbled out around 8213’s cock.

9745 throbbed and spasmed deep inside her – she could feel his hot seed filling her to overflowing.

And, Evelyn climaxed, her body milking both her lovers as Sugar gently rubbed her back.

Sugar laughed. “I’ll make a whore out of you yet.”

***

Demonica walked through the enchanted cavern with a smile, Kimiko clinging to her hand.

The little rubber woman was simple, but she knew how to please.

Demonica had feared she would tire of Kimiko, but the girl’s devotion was endearing.

Demonica stopped on the ledge overlooking the lava river. She pushed Kimiko to her knees and positioned her between her legs.

The rubber slut laughed and raised her lips to Demonica’s sex.

She sucked and licked Demonica’s clit as Demonica stroked the bondage mask that was attached to the skin of the girl’s head. “I could toss you over the edge and you would only laugh on your way down, wouldn’t you?”

“Mistress, yes,” Kimiko moaned.

“I wouldn’t do that, Kimiko. I will keep you by my side forever.”

“Mmm.”

Demonica looked around at the cavern. “I will build a temple to Satan here, just like in my vision. He made this place.”

“Morpheus?” Kimiko moaned.

“No. The father, not the son. Morpheus is the son of Satan, it was Satan that made this place for us.”

“Mistress?” A man said behind her.

Demonica looked over her shoulder at him. “What?”

One of the Church agents was standing behind her, a large crate balanced on his shoulder. “I have been instructed to deliver this to you.” He set the crate on the stone floor.

“What is it?”

“I do not know, Mistress.”

Demonica stepped away from Kimiko.

The rubber slut groaned in protest.

“Silence.”

Kimiko groveled on the stone floor behind her.

The crate looked old.

“Where did this come from?” Demonica asked.

“Havana, Mistress. It was to be delivered to you personally.”

Demonica hooked her claws in the edge of the crate and ripped off the lid easily.

Inside was a series of aluminum briefcases.

On top of them was a leather bound journal bearing an inverted pentagram.

“Leave us,” Demonica ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” the agent said. He turned and walked away.

Demonica pulled the journal out of the crate.

The words ‘Dark Studies’ was engraved on the outside.

“What is it?” Kimiko whispered. She had crawled from the ledge and now clung to Demonica’s hard muscled thigh.

Demonica opened the journal.

The words were handwritten in flowing script on paper yellowed by age.

October 13, 1975

My beautiful demoness,

You will read these words many years from now. I am a god, but I have been far from perfect. I was in a dark place when I began the work contained within this crate.

I abandoned it, not because it failed, but because I chose a different path. Now, this belongs to you, my dark angel. Continue my work.

Sincerely,

M

Demonica read the date over and over. This was written four years before she was born. How could he have known what she would become?

She turned the page.

The drawing on the next page was her. The details of the face, the build. He had drawn her to perfection.

The next page was also a drawing of her, but this one was different. There were… additions.

Demonica stared at the page in disbelief.

Then she began to smile.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE