10 comments/ 118354 views/ 27 favorites A Deal With The Devil By: Gojenngo This is something new for me; for those of you that have read my other works you might have noticed a recent trend at trying new things. Let me know whether or not you like it. As always, all rights are reserved by the author including but not limited to copyrights. If you're interested in reproducing this or any other of my work on line or in any other form please email me first. * * * * * What is your soul worth? Don't scoff; it's a legitimate question. How much would you sell your soul for? Now, before you go and say that there isn't anything you want so bad that you would sell your soul I want you to really think about it. Money? Fame? Power? Materialistic, I know. For you more moralistic types what about to save a sick relative? World peace? A cure for cancer? Everyone has a price; do you know what yours is? I do. When I was twenty-eight years old I was preparing to graduate from law school. That in and of itself should give you a clue as to the state of my morality. I didn't have any. By the time I was in my early twenties even I was concerned about my apparent lack of morals. I had no problem taking what I wanted whether it was "rightfully" mine or not. I had no issue with bending the law to the breaking point and I never suffered a sleepless night over the use of loopholes. I agreed with the masses that the term "ethical lawyer" was an oxymoron. As graduation drew near I found myself in the position of not having a job. My grades where not something to write home about, no prestigious law firms were knocking on my door and I had no interest in becoming a public defender. I wasn't an idealist; I hadn't gone to law school in hopes of changing the world or improving humanity, which meant that there was no future for me with the environmentalist, the women's lib movement, or working with minorities. I wanted to make money. I wasn't the only one to find herself is this predicament. One night right before graduation I found myself at the local law school hangout. There were four of us huddled around a table in the back of the bar drinking beer and trying to figure out just what the hell we were going to do. Mandy was the first one to share her thoughts on the situation. "Right now I swear to God I would blow the ugliest partner in all of this city in exchange for a job." Rita was quick to pick up on that particular train of thought. Slurring her words slightly, she said, "Yeah, well I'd fuck the ugliest SOB in this city for a job as an associate." Kelly wasn't going to be left out. "Well, I'd marry the ugliest, fattest, most grotesque partner and have sex with him every night for the rest of my life for a job." Everyone looked expectantly at me. Taking a sip of my beer I looked up at them and smiled. "Ladies, I wouldn't do anything that drastic." "What would you do?" I shrugged. "Simple, I'd sell my soul." At my casually given declaration the table erupted into laughter. Kelly reached over and punched me in the arm. "Yeah, well you'd get off the easiest if you did." The rest of the night was a blur. There was more beer, more laughing and somewhere along the way we picked up a group of guys from another local law school. I woke up the next morning with the world's worse hangover next to some blonde whose name I couldn't remember. It wasn't the first time. Quietly, I crawled out of bed gathered up what I could find of my clothes and let myself out. I was relieved to see my car parked outside the apartment, never mind the fact that two wheels were up on the curb. There were no dents or scratches and I was fairly sure I would have remembered getting into an accident. I drove home and let myself into the small two-bedroom house I shared with a medical student. Kate was never home so for the most part it was like living on my own. I stripped off my soiled clothes and turned the shower on full blast. The hot water was exquisite and I spent a full fifteen minutes with my head under the spray trying to clear my fuzzy brain. An hour and two cups of coffee later I was feeling human again. I listened to my messages, cringing at the reminder from my mother about all the family coming to town to see me graduate. It hadn't gone unnoticed among my parents, aunts, uncles and cousins that I was still unemployed and over eighty grand in debt. If I didn't have a job by the time I graduated I was going to spend the entire time at my party explaining why to a room full of relatives. It was Saturday afternoon and finals had ended the week before. I had one week to get my shit together before everyone arrived. I spent the day pouring over the classifieds, faxing and email resumes and calling on everyone I knew with a connection. Nothing. By the time I went to bed that night I was seriously considering chucking it all and heading out of town. I loved my family, don't get me wrong but there was no way I was going to sit around while the creditors came knocking on my door. I didn't have much and I sure as hell wasn't going to give it up. I feel asleep wondering just how hard it would be to disappear. Some time later I woke up to the smell of sulfur. Something was burning and it wasn't a pleasant smell. The room was dark, pitch black actually and I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. Pushing back the covers I swung my feet off the side of the bed and moved across the room. I had had enough practice coming home late and usually drunk that I was able to make my way to the door without bumping into anything. Slowly I reached out and grabbed hold of the handle. "Shit!" It was hot and already I could feel heat radiating into the room from the other side of the door. Looking around I knew there was no other way. If there was a fire in the house I was going to have to go through it. My room was on the second floor and the only window looked out over a steep cliff. It was either out the door or die up here in the dark. Fumbling around on the floor I found what I thought was a discarded sweater and wrapped it around my hand. Moving to the side of the doorway I opened it and peaked out. Nothing in my twenty-eight years of life or my three years school could have prepared me for what was on the other side of that door. Gone was my small two-bedroom house. My bedroom now opened up into what could only be called Hell and I was standing in the very center of it. Taking a cautious step forward I gave a start as the door to my room disappeared. I stood on a raised dais made up of black rock. The platform was several feet both in length and width. Standing near one edge I was able to look over and see that it gave off in a shear drop that went on for several hundred feet. In fact I was unable to see any visible bottom. It was as if we were surrounded on all sides by a bottomless pit. Beyond the blackness were mountains that rose violently up from the ground; they appeared unscalable yet I could see people crawling along their jagged surface. Something caught my eye and I realized that there weren't people crawling upon the mountain but creatures like nothing I'd ever seen before. Despite the heat I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. I'm dreaming; this must be some kind of a dream and in a few moments I'll wake up back in my room. "This is no dream." A deep voice from behind slashed through my denial. Turning around I jumped back nearly loosing my footing and going over the edge. Hundred of hands reached for me, grabbing my clothes, my arms and legs, and my hair, trying to pull me over the side. It was then I realized that the area around the platform wasn't empty but was filled with dark moving shapes. There was nothing solid there for the eye to see but once I knew something was there I was able to make out the shifting sea of souls. I struggled to break free and it was only with the help of a dark skinned man that I was able to regain my balance. The man holding me was not the same one that had spoken. The owner of that deep voice was no man at all. He, and at this point I was assuming it was a he, stood well over eight feet tall. His dark body was bent over from the weight of his wings, which spread behind his back beating slowly almost as if they beat in time with his heart. His skin appeared thick and leathery, the colors blending from red to black and back again in some unascertainable pattern. His head was roughly three times the size of any man's and sat upon a set of broad shoulders. But the most vicious of his attributes were the horns upon his head, a pair of hands ending in talon like claws and a tail that could easily kill a man. "Who…" I had to clear my throat twice before the words would form. "Who are you?" He smiled, it wasn't a friendly smile and I noticed that the dark man had yet to release me. "I am known by many names but my personal favorite when meeting new people is Lucifer." "The Devil." It wasn't a question and somewhere in the back of my mind I had already realized as much. I wasn't a religious person and I had no fear of Hell and no hopes of Heaven. At that point in my life I hadn't really given enough thought to dying to establish any beliefs about the after life or even if one existed. "What am I doing here? Am I dead?" Smiling he sat down, folding his wings around his body as he did so. "No, you're not dead. I believe you are in the market for a job?" Confused I just stood there and stared. The hand on my armed tightened but without pain. Immediately I understood it to be a warning and hurried to find my voice. "Uh…well…yes. Why, do you need an attorney?" For a moment he just stared at me. Next thing I knew he had thrown his head back and was laughing. The sound spread out across the darkness causing thousand of souls to cry out as if in pain. The hand on my arm relaxed and I heard the dark skinned man let out a long sigh of relief. The laughter stopped as suddenly as it had started. "No." His voice was low and firm and void of any humor. He tapped his talons on the arm of his throne, his head tilted to one side as if considering something. "No, I don't need an attorney. But it isn't what I need that is at issue here. I'm more concerned with what you need." I eyed him with suspicion; I couldn't help it. I just wasn't buying that the Devil, the one and only Lucifer was concerned about me. My obvious disbelief must have shown on my face. "You see I'm concerned about your soul. You're obviously unhappy with your lot in life and I would hate to see you turn to some other source of comfort. I want you to turn to me." He laid and hand upon his chest, still encased in his large wings. "If there is anything I can do to make you happy just say the word and it's yours." Despite my grades and despite the fact that I was even there in the first place I am smarter than I look. "What's in it for you?" "Simple, your soul." At that moment everything seemed to stand still yet slide into place all at the same time. I heard my own words echoing back in my ears and suddenly everything was clear. I had offered to sell my soul for success and I meant what I had said; then and now. Three years of training kicked in. "What are the terms?" Lucifer sat forward and rubbed his hands together. He had a look of triumph on his face that sent a shiver of cold uncurling in my belly. At the same time thoughts of wealth, power and success raced through my head effectively pushing aside all thoughts of caution. "In exchange for guaranteed success and wealth in anything you do you agree to give me your soul." "That's it?" Now, at this time I would like to point out that never having been religious my soul wasn't all that important to me. In my mind it existed some where in my subconscious and I thought that whenever the time came for him to claim it my conscious self as I knew it to be would have ceased to exist. I was wrong. "Well, there will be occasions when I require your services on Eartyh. However, you won't be expect to join me here until after you have achieved an acceptable level of success." "I don't want to just achieve success and then have to hand it over. I want to live to enjoy it." "Do you wish to know the exact date of your death?" "No, I just want to be guaranteed a long and healthy life." "Of course." Lucifer sat back and waited. "What will happen when it's time for me to return to you?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know but if I was considering his offer, and I was, then I had better get all the details. "You will be in service to me here." Lucifer motioned to their surroundings. "There are many possibilities; serve me well while on Earth and I will see that you are rewarded during your time with me." I watched with growing uncertainty as his wings slowly began to part. I had no idea when the woman had appeared. She hadn't been there when he first sat down but there was no missing her presence now. She sat straddling his legs with her body facing him and her arms wrapped around his chest. All I could do was stare as she was slowly impaled upon his mammoth cock. I'd never seen anything like it. It was huge, thicker and longer than my arm and it seemed to move without any conscious thought from him. He simply sat there, the rest of his body still, as his cock moved in and out of her body. The woman, oblivious to her audience, withered upon his cock. Almost absentmindedly he reached down and started pulling and twisting on her nipple. His cock started moving faster, fucking in and out of her pussy until she was almost seizing with pleasure. Minutes later she came, screaming and clutching at his shoulders. Gently, Lucifer enfolded the woman into his wings and sat back in his chair. I wasn't sure if she was still sitting on his lap or if she had disappeared back from where she came. I wasn't sure I cared. I couldn't imagine being fucked by the Devil and if that was his idea of a reward he had another thing coming. I opened my mouth to say something when I felt a restraining hand on my arm. Looking over my shoulder the dark skinned man gave a minute shake of his head. Abruptly I closed my mouth, and just in time too. "But fail me and you shall suffer for all eternity." Lucifer motioned with his hand. Looking around for the first time I really saw what was around me. Everywhere I looked I could see men, women, and other species inflicting pain and suffering. Others looked as if they had been hung up and forgotten, nothing remained but skin and bones but they were obviously conscious of their situation. I forcibly swallowed and nodded in understanding. I don't mind admitting that at that moment I was scared down the very tips of my toes. "So, is it a deal?" Something inside of me warned me to turn and run, to get out of there while I still could. But pictures of my family started running though my head. I could hear my father asking me if I had found a job yet or if all that money spent on my education was going to go to waste. Contrast that with images of myself sitting behind a giant antique mahogany desk, secretaries scurrying about while the senior partner came in to congratulate me. In that moment I knew that my every dream could come true and all for the low price of a soul I didn't even believe existed. "Deal." The last thing I remember as we shock was thinking that his hand was as cold as ice. I woke up to find everything the way it should be. My bedroom once again opened up into the house and no one knew I had been gone. The phone rang Monday morning as I sat reading the classifieds over a cup of coffee. It was the managing partner for one of the most prestigious law firms in the area and he was offering me an associate position and a salary starting in the six figures. I was all over that. I spent the next few years working my way up the legal ladder. I was tremendously successful only suffering minor losses to ensure that no one became suspicious. Within five years I was offered a junior partnership position and finally that of senior partner. By the time I was in my forties I had achieved a net worth in the millions and enjoyed rewarding sexual relationships with both men and women though I resisted the urge to settle down with any one in particular. There was nothing to mar my success. Occasionally, I was called upon to perform services for my benefactor. I was never asked to actively solicit souls. They came to me having already promised payment, I simply finalized the deal. Like any good lawyer I had an agreement already written up and each troubled individual was asked to sign his or her name. In exchange their troubles, whatever they were, disappeared within a few days. I never saw them again and never really gave them any more thought once they'd left my office. In the years that passed I noticed two things. One, I never aged. I had the same face and figure at fifty that I'd had at thirty. In fact, the body I started with seemed to improve with age. Nothing so dramatic that you would notice but I was definitely better looking then I had ever been. The other thing I noticed was that when a friend or colleague was asked how long they had known me the answer was always the same. People seemed to think they had only known me for three or four years even though I knew we had met ten, fifteen and even twenties years ago. I lived to be one hundred and twenty-two years old. I was sitting in one of our lush boardrooms when the dark skinned man from that long ago night walked in. Instantly I knew that my time was up. "No!" I jumped up slamming my fist down on the table, startling the other partners. "I'm not ready to go." "Ma'am, are you alright?" One of the junior partners half raised himself out of his chair and reached for my arm. Looking around I could see the confusion and concern on their faces. "Please, do not resist. It is time and he will not be denied." The dark skinned man reached out to take my hand. There was a look of pleading, of concern on his face but I refused to heed his warning. Snatching my arm away I headed for the door. I had no idea where I was going to go. Logic would have informed me that it was no use hiding from the Devil, he was sure to know where to find me. But it didn't matter. I was dead before I ever reached the door. I found myself standing on that same platform. Looking around it could have been yesterday that I was last here. Only this time my circumstances had changed. I was no longer free but instead secured to a cross by my wrists and ankles. My clothes had been removed from my body exposing my tan skin to the elements. Finally realizing the severity of my situation I started to sweat. "You should not have defied me." Lucifer sat back in his throne only this time a woman sat at his feet, the chain from her collar ending in one of his hands. Despite his casual posture I could tell that he was pissed. Self preservation beat out pride in a matter of seconds and I resorted to begging. "I'm sorry! Please! I lost my head for a moment. It was just such a surprise. I didn't have any warning and I had been so happy that it was hard to think about giving that all up." I would have gotten down on my knees if someone had released me. "Please, I'm begging you." "It was because of me that you were able to acquire all that you had yet you would deny me my payment." I felt myself cringe at the obvious anger in his voice. "No! I just needed time to prepare myself." "You've had plenty of time. I gave you almost one hundred years of wealth, power and success to prepare yourself." Suddenly he stood, his wings snapping open and spreading wide behind him. As far as a show of power goes it was impressive. He stepped forward and ran his hand down the front of my chest. "Well, maybe we will just have to see how sorry you really are." I shivered at his touch, his hands still as cold as I remembered. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't…don't…" A Deal with the Devil Day day seemed to last forever. Ella was hungry, she couldn't sleep. She needed out, to feel the night air on her face. She still had 2 hours to go. She pouted and sunk down in the chair she'd been sitting in. Blankly, she stared at a computer screen with various blips and places marked. Each blip on the screen represented an allied vampire. There were only about 10 of them out there. She looked over to Jackson and smiled, remembering the time that the coven had been united, the most powerful in the world. And then Lukas came along. Within two years of being Sired by Jackson, he organized all the younglings. They staged a coup and overthrew the elders in command. They burned the mansion to the ground. And in mere hours, the coven had fallen apart. Most had died in the fire. Those who remained, were split between Lukas and Jackson. It had been one year since that night. They hadn't seen or heard from Lukas or his coven. Ella wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or something bad. She drummed her fingernails on the desk and looked at Jackson. "I've got to get out of here...soon," she said, leaning up and resting her elbow on the desk. Her dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders and a few rogue strands fell into her face. Absentmindedly, she brushed her hair behind her ear and propped her head on one hand. "Aren't you going stir crazy, too, Jackson?" Jackson had a serious look about him. The coup had changed him. He said in a monotonous tone, not looking away from his computer screen. "I'm fine. Sunset is just two more hours away. Be patient, Ella." He typed in a few commands on the keyboard and in an instant his face lit up. His whole body seemed to come alive. "There she is, Ella. Ari is in the city." He started drumming his fingers on the desk. "2 more hours?" Ella laughed and said, in a mocking tone, "Be patient, Jackson." She opened up an internet window and typed in the address to a chat board. She had to find out where the parties would be and if the current location had been found out yet. In a few seconds, she was chatting away with a "candy kid." A teenager who'd been skipping from rave to rave, just as Ella had been. In mere moments, she had the locations of three separate parties, all within a 3 mile radius. "The cops will be busy tonight..." she mumbled as she logged off the chat board. The music inside the warehouse was loud, pulsing through the massive speakers lining the walls. Lights of every color, accented by strobe effects flashed all around the room. The warehouse was anything but dark. That's what Ella liked about raves. Clubs were always dark, she couldn't see people, only blood. It distracted her. the warehouse, usually dark and dank, was alive and crawling with teenagers and people in their twenties. It was crawling with women--that's what Ella liked the most. The sun was already up, but the candy kids kept partying. Some were just arriving. The dealers were moving through the crowd swiftly, selling their wares. Some of the kids were sleeping on couches and in corners, propped against each other. How they were sleeping, Ella didn't know. She moved through the crowd like a cat, weaving in and out of groups of teenagers. She'd been there since about 2 am, looking for fun, food, and sex. On the outside, she looked 22 with long black hair and pretty brown eyes. Her smile suggested innocence, but her eyes stated otherwise. On this particular morning, she was dressed to fit in with the candy kids. She had a glow necklace and neon plastic bracelets lined up her arms. Her white tank top was glowing under the black lights and the reflective strips on her pants were glowing as well. She had her hair pulled back with silver and purple streaks in it. The only make-up she wore was glitter on her eyelids and cheeks. Everyone packed in the building was sweating, that was the only thing Ella couldn't do. She knew no one noticed though, they were too busy getting high and dancing. At the edge of the crowd she spotted her, the perfect meal. She had blond hair, sprayed bright pink. Her tight purple fishnet tank top melded to her body and her white bra was glowing beneath it. Instead of parachute pants like most of the other kids, she wore low rise jeans with strategically placed holes. Ella could see just a glimpse of the girl's white bikinis. She licked her lips and watched the girl for a few moments, fantasizing about what kind of trouble the two of them could get into. She felt a familiar twinge between her legs with the girl caught her eye and slowly licked her lips, giving Ella a glimpse of her tongue ring. The girl reminded her of someone from her youth. She tilted her head to the side and continued to look the girl over. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. The girl reminded her of Sylvia. Her facial features and the shape of her body were unmistakably Sylvia. Ella had always preferred women, even when she was human. Her small village shunned her behavior; so did her family. When she was of age, she moved from that small village on the sea to London where she found many women with similar interests. Her first victim had been the love of her life. Ella was 22, she was out at a pub with some friends. As usual, man after man approached her and she turned them down politely. One man in particular was adamant. He followed her to the restroom and pinned her against the wall. Even his voice sounded slimy as he pressed his body against hers and hissed in her ear, "You just need the right man to change your mind." She'd heard that same line time and time again, but this man sounded more serious. His tone scared the wits out of Ella. She tried to fight him off, to call for help, but no one heard her screams as he pushed her into the men's room, forced her skirt up and violated her. At the height of his climax, he bit deep into Ella's neck. Her screams had dissipated; all she could do was cry until everything went dark and she passed out. She woke up the next evening at home in her bed. Sylvia, her lover, was sitting there, wiping Ella's forehead with a cool rag. Her eyes welled up with tears when Ella woke up. Ella smiled and whispered, "It must have been a dream..." Sylvia's expression changed and she shook her head. She began sobbing. "I found you in the men's room, bleeding and your dress was torn. I thought you were dead. I'm so glad you're okay, darling." She leaned down and hugged Ella close to her. Soon, Ella figured out something wasn't quite right. Sylvia smelled different; it wasn't a pleasant smell. And the vein in her neck was pulsing. As Sylvia held Ella close and cried on her shoulder, Ella felt her canines protrude to sharp points just below her upper lip. Her brown eyes flashed black and she had an overwhelming urge to bite into Sylvia's neck. She took a deep breath and bit deep into her skin. The blood of her lover surged through Ella's veins, slowly Sylvia's cries of pain turned to moans, her struggling stopped and her body went limp. Fearing retaliation, Ella dressed, packed some clothes, and left. Ella snapped out of her reverie and focused on the situation at hand. The girl wasn't Sylvia. Sylvia was dead. She shook her head to clear the thoughts from her mind. The candy girl was slowly making her way to where Ella was standing. Their eye contact never wavered. Ella's lips spread into a smile and in her eyes flashed a look of raw need...of hunger. The girl smoothly danced up to Ella and without saying a word, they began the slow dance of seduction. The girl pressed her back against Ella, grinding her hips back. Ella could feel the music pulsing through their bodies and see the blood in the girl's veins. Instinctively, Ella's hands went around the girl's hips, pulling her closer. She nuzzled the girl's neck, eliciting a soft purr. The girl reached back, tickling the back of Ella's neck. They were lost in the feeling, everyone seemed to disappear. Ella whispered in the girl's ear "Wanna go someplace private? I know a place.." The girl answered softly, "I thought you'd never ask." Ella took her hand and lead her through the crowd and into an old store room that had old couches and a couple of mattresses. Usually the room was full of kids, but this time it was empty. Ella propped a chair against the door to prevent anyone from disturbing them. Ella's fangs protruded slightly and she licked her lips. The girl had no idea she'd just walked into a lioness' den. The dingy room was lit by a single naked light bulb that cast an eerie yellow glow over everything. Lightning flashed in Ella's already electric blue eyes, sending a shiver down the spine of her victim. Letting in just enough light so that Ella could see, was a hole at the top of the wall. The flashing lights made Ella's eyes glow The girl laid back on a sofa and smiled seductively. Ella couldn't decide whether she wanted sex first or breakfast. Again, she licked her lips, then joined the girl on the couch. She reached out, brushing the girl's hair behind her ear and cooed, "You never told me your name, pretty one." Her smile was sweet, but behind that sweet smile, the killer in her grew restless. The girl closed her eyes and leaned into Ella's touch. Her bright green eyes gazed into Ella's and she whispered, "Salinger, and yours?" She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, and grinned. In a bold move, she straddled Ella's lap and gently ground her hips into Ella's. Salinger was rewarded with a groan from Ella and a return of pressure against her own hips. She tangled her fingers in Ella's long hair, waiting for her answer. Ella returned her touch by gently dragging her fingernail from Salinger's collar bone down between her small, perky breasts. The sharpness of her nail ripped the tank top causing Salinger to gasp. Ella chuckled softly and purred, "Ella," then leaned forward, capturing Salinger's pouty lips in a kiss. She bit down gently on Salinger's lower lip, eliciting a soft moan. Salinger's tongue greeted Ella's softly, tentatively. All her boldness from the previous moment had melted away with the first touch of Ella's fingernail on her pale skin. Salinger lightly grazed Ella's tongue with her tongue ring, causing Ella to growl and grip her hips. One of Ella's fangs lightly nipped Salinger's lower lip. She jumped and Ella broke the kiss. "Sorry, love," she purred in her soft English accent, "Didn't mean to bite you..." she added with a devious grin. In one swift movement Ella tore the tank top from Salinger's body. With one hand, she unfastened her bra while the other hand tangled in Salinger's hair. Ella kissed along her jaw line and down to her neck, pausing at the carotid artery for a few seconds, letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin before continuing down to her collar bone. Each time Ella's teeth grazed Salinger's skin, Salinger moaned and ground her hips into Ella's. Ella let her hand slide down Salinger's body slowly, teasing the girl. Her body arched upward against Ella's as she slid her hand to the waist of Salinger's pants. She continued her relentless teasing, dipping just under the denim to touch soft skin, and withdrawing. With her eyes locked on Salinger's, Ella unfastened her jeans the slowly unzipped them. In one smooth movement, Ella laid Salinger on the couch and began kissing downward from her collarbone. Taking her time, she nibbled and licked down to her breasts, her hands still working their magic down below. She slid the tight denim down and off Salinger's hips. Not losing contact with her body, Ella kissed down between her breasts and to her stomach as she pushed the jeans slowly down Salinger's legs and finally threw them in the floor. Salinger arched her hips, urging Ella's head down further. Ella looked up, grinning playfully and then slowly ran the tip of her tongue over the fabric of Salinger's wet white bikinis. Ella was rewarded with a gasp and a tug on her hair. She growled against Salinger, wanting to give in and take her...but teasing was always more fun. Reluctantly Ella moved upward to Salinger's stomach, savoring the feel of her warm skin and her quickening pulse beneath her lips. Loud from the other room, she could hear the music pulsing, throbbing through the bodies of each and every human, and from each cell in Salinger's body. Ella kissed and nibbled Salinger's soft flesh, resisting the urge to bite down, to draw blood. With one hand grinding, rubbing Salinger's mound through her panties, Ella looked up into the girl's eyes. There, she saw a hunger that matched her own. She kissed her way back up to Salinger's neck and growled softly, causing the girl to shiver. Then, swiftly, Ella moved Salinger's panties aside and plunged her fingers into Salinger's warm, wet center. With a gasp, Salinger arched her hips and began to grind up against Ella's hand. Ella probed further, first with one, then two fingers, buried deep inside Salinger. The girl began to come quickly, much too fast for Ella's liking, but she was too hungry to continue to tease her. Salinger's body began to shake and a light sheen of sweat covered her body. Ella could smell the blood in her veins, hear her heartbeat and the throb of her pulse. With each passing second it quickened and Ella slowly released the beast within. At the height of Salinger's release, Ella bit down into the carotid artery in her neck. Salinger's body began to spasm and shake even harder. She let out a piercing scream that no one but Ella heard. Moments later, Ella sat back with a smile. "Such a pretty corpse..." She licked the blood from her lips and kissed Salinger one last time. Then she went off, looking for another fix. A Deal With The Devil "I've had enough!" I slammed the bedroom door and stalked downstairs with a blanket and a pillow. Another argument with my wife Sammy was the cherry on top of a day bad enough to make Ned Flanders curse! My 20-year-old daughter Rose was sat on the sofa, watching some shitty film. She took one look at my facial expression and hurried away. It was one of the rare times when that stupid girl actually had any sense. I settled down on the sofa and tried to get as comfortable as possible. It was cold and the blanket was too small but I eventually managed to fall into semi-sleep. My wife was in my dream, acting much like the real version. She was screaming at me, calling me everything from impotent to incompotent and threatening to leave me forever (Which didn't sound like such a bad idea, to be honest). Flashes of reality kept on interrupting the dream, the dimly lit living room and the rough surface of the sofa against my skin. I briefly saw a strange shadow in the corner of the room but I was still half-asleep and so didn't think about it. The next few minutes, I attributed to my delirious state of mind. The shadow came closer everytime I opened my eyes until eventually it was kneeling next to me. It had no real face but I could feel it looking at me, like a force pushing into the boundaries of my mind. By this time I was awake but I couldn't move from my spot and the shadow was moving his face closer towards to me. The featureless face seemed to split in two as I screamed and fell off the sofa. The daylight streamed through a gap in the curtains. The memory of the shadow was already fading and seeming more like a hazy dream. I rubbed my face and felt the pattern of the sofa imprinted on my left cheek. My 18-year-old son, Mark, bounded down the stairs. "You alright Dad?" I sighed and told him I was fine. Mark looked at the crumpled blanket on the sofa and his face fell. He didn't have to say anything, I knew that he hated it when we fought. Mark went through into the kitchen to make his breakfast. As he passed by me I felt an annoying itch in my right hand. I scratched it pretty hard, leaving an angry red mark on the palm. I decided to try and make up with Sammy, even though the peace never lasted, so I headed upstairs and into our bedroom. Sammy was still asleep. She looked so beautiful with her dark hair fanned out on the pillow that I could remember why I fell in love with her in the first place. I tenderly placed my hand on her shoulder and her eyes flew open. Her response was hostile so I took my hand away but she didn't move, she didn't even blink. She was starting to scare me, I called her name a few times but she didn't respond. She turned to face me so suddenly that it looked painful. Her normally blue pupils were a deep brown and getting darker! The darkness spread throughout her eyes, turning them completely black. My right palm was burning and the red mark was spreading across the skin. Sammy's eyes began to clear, returning to blue. She slumped back onto the bed, took a deep breath and said "Hi honey!" With an affection I hadn't heard in years. She kissed me on the cheek, got out of the bed and left the room. I was so shocked I couldn't even respond, I just sat on the bed and waited for something to make sense. Sense wasn't any nearer five minutes later. Sammy was in the shower so I'd have to wait to talk to her. I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Mark and Rose were eating at the table. The usual silence hung over the table, when Rose was around it was difficult to make conversation without her starting a fight. Rose was clearly upset about last nights argument and I could see tears gathering in her eyes. Normally I would avoid interacting with an emotional Rose but I couldn't help but place a hand on her shoulder. As I realised what I had just done her pupils began to turn from brown to black. Mark got up from the table abruptly and backed away. Rose went through the same process as her mother and once again my hand began to burn. When she returned to normal she looked at me sweetly and began to clean up the dishes, something she hadn't bothered to do in months. I turned to Mark who looked at me with fear in his eyes. He stuttered "What the hell did you just do, Dad?!" but I couldn't answer him. We both stared at the busy Rose for a few minutes until Sammy appeared at the door and, without a word, began to assist her in the cleaning. Mark pointed at his mother and asked "Did you...?" I responded with a nod and he whispered "Jesus Christ". I grabbed Sammy by the shoulders and said firmly "Why are you doing this, Sam?" She looked confused for a second and then said "We're just doing what you want us to do, Honey." That response was so surpising it almost psychically hurt me. Sammy and Rose had spent the last few years hating both me and Mark but something had caused them to become no better than slaves! Mark came to this realisation at the same time and couldn't help but giggle with wonder. He said "Rose, come over here!" and she followed his order. In a breathless voice he said "Rose, take of your top." She started to follow his order but I grabbed him (Making sure not to touch his skin) and pulled him out of the room. I pushed Mark onto the sofa and shouted in his face "What the fuck are you doing?!" The boy looked ashamed but he said "Come on Dad! Rose is smokin' hot, so's Mum. Thats why you married her in the first place right?" He was correct, all I did was accidently knock up a hot girl and then realised she was a total bitch! I'd also noticed Rose's fantastic figure recently but the idea of screwing her was just weird to me! Over the next five minutes Mark and I had the strangest conversation of both of our lives and somehow he managed to convince me that it was a good idea to turn the women into literal slaves! We both re-entered the kitchen to see the women continuing with their cleaning duties except Rose was topless. Obviously she had followed through with Mark's orders after we had left the room. Rose's perky breasts were enough to make me hard almost instantly (Its not surprising, I hadn't had sex in seven months). "Rose, Sammy" I said "stop what you're doing and stand against the wall." Mark was shaking with excitement as he said "Both of you, take your clothes off!" As Sammy revealed her huge breasts he said "Oh my God", stepped across the room, and began to grope her tits. You might be wondering how the hell I was just allowing this but, honestly, I had always been turned on by thoughts of incest and I had lusted after my mother during my teenage years. I couldn't blame Mark for wanting Sammy like I did when I was his age. Rose pulled her jeans down her lovely long legs and stepped out of them. She reached for the waistband of her panties but I stopped her by grabbing her wrist, I wanted to take them off myself. I slowly pulled them down, revealing her sex centimetre by centimetre. Her pubes were shaved into a thin landing strip that turned me on even more. I tentatively licked her pussy before digging my toungue deeper inside. I looked over at Sammy and Mark. Mark was sucking on her nipple and had two fingers buried deep inside her pussy, she was propped up against the wall and breathing heavier than usual. With a jolt, my hand started to burn again, stronger than last time. I pulled away from my daughters sweet pussy and let out a grunt of pain. I ran my hand under cold water, trying to alleviate the pain but my hand started to shake and spots began to appear in my vision. I was thrown against the opposite wall, as if a giant hand had picked me up and thrown me, and blacked out completely! I came too with the pleasant sight of two pairs of breasts in front of me. The two women and Mark both starting asking if I was alright but I silenced them with a hand-wave. I didn't know what had happened, I might have figured it out but at that moment the blood wasn't heading to my brain, if you know what I mean. I stood on shaky legs and the women starting fawning around me. Whatever had happened to the two of them, I knew that me and my son would have a hell of a lot of fun while it lasted.