4 comments/ 7926 views/ 21 favorites Angels and Demons Ch. 01 By: Chickenchowmein CHAPTER 1 In the late twenty-second century mankind made a startling discovery. Angels and Demons were real. Not myths and legends but two ancient alien races, at war with each other since the earliest recordings of either race. Whereas their eternal battle had once only occasionally brought the two races to Earth, the destruction of each of their respective home worlds by the other race had now left both desperate for a new home. Earth and it's numerous colonies seemed like the natural choice for both. Desperate for resources, they both descended on the unsuspecting human worlds. However, in the decades since their war had last scarred Earth humanity had united. No longer divided, bickering states, the Order of Humanity had risen to govern them all. Battles stretched on for months, and what at first seemed like an easy conquest for whoever reached it first was now a desperate retreat. Eventually the two bitter enemies even joined forces. But as resources dwindled the starving, beaten armies of Angel and Demon - kind were finally forced to surrender and submit to whatever treatment the Order deemed fit. But rather than destroying those who had once aimed to destroy them, the Order showed compassion. Colonies were set up all across the human dominion for Angels and Demons to call home. And at a result a lasting peace was established that endures to this day." 18 year-old Chloe lowered her report and looked around the room at the many board faces of her fellow classmates. Writing a report on the Angel/Demon war was a required part of her graduating class' curriculum. She quietly walked back to her seat and pretended to listen as the rest of her classmates read their reports. In reality, she was far more concerned with trying to manage the tiny plaid uniform skirt that the Institute of Non-human Education forced demon succubuses and temptresses to wear. It was barely six inches of fabric and it was all she could do to keep from showing off her bright white panties underneath. Mr. Brunswick, her human teacher was always staring and grabbing at her practically naked ass in the hallways. Her tight white button-down shirt wasn't much better. It's buttons strained every single day to contain her large and very sensitive breasts. The only part of the 'uniform' that she liked at all were the 4" heels. From day one, she seemed to instinctively know how to walk in them. Unlike the rest of her outfit, they seemed classy and sophisticated. Mr. Brunswick yawned loudly, and settled his chin into his palm. Class was almost over. And as much as she hated coming to this place, she hated even more having to leave it and go home. Her father was a Brute, not exactly the best parenting material. On a good she'd only get stared at contemptuously as she did her chores and hurried to her room. Other days she'd have to listen to his drunken ramblings about the war, inevitably get blamed for something, and go to bed sore from a beating. She looked up at the clock over the door. Just a few minutes left. They ticked away entirely too fast. And then the bell rang, interrupting the last report recital and waking Mr. Brunswick. She suppressed a giggle as his head slipped from his palm and nearly hit the desk. Then she gathered up her purse and began shuffling out of the classroom with the rest of the students. Midway out the door she suddenly felt a sharp tug on her long, whip-like tail. She yelped as she was pulled back into the classroom. "Ms. Chloe, a word please." "Yes, Mr. Brunswick?" she said, turning to face him. He held onto her tail for an uncomfortable extra moment, letting it slide from his hand rather than simply letting go. He adjusted his glasses and waited until the last of students were gone. Then he cleared his throat. "You know, I watch you every day, Ms. Chloe. I see how miserable you are to go home. I've seen the bruises," he said, stepping deep into her personal space and putting a clammy hand on her shoulder. She gulped. "I appreciate your concern, Mr. Brunswick but I- it's-" "You know, you don't have to go back to that place," he said, placing a hand on her other shoulder. "I could always put you up in my place for a little while." "That's very generous of you, sir," she said, cringing beneath her touch. "But I-" "It's alright. I'm your teacher. I'm only here because I care about you. I'm sure we can come up with some way for you to earn your keep. ...A few chores here and there," he said, running a hand down the front of her shirt and undoing her top button. She immediately jumped away. "Oh, stop pretending. I see the way you look at me. Your kind can't help yourselves!" he said, taking another step towards her. "I really need to be going, sir. I have chores to do," she said, ducking as he reached for her again and racing out the door. She could still hear him laughing all the way down the hall as she left the building. Outside, she pressed her back to one of the building's brick walls and took a deep breath, buttoning her shirt back up. It was never ending with him. And now she would be late getting home, too. That was sure to mean a beating. I seemed no matter what she did in this life she couldn't win. She hurried along down the windswept path that lead back into her settlement. Calling it a settlement was an overwhelming exaggeration. Tents, ramshackle houses, and a few crumbling freestanding structures, it was a shanty town. Other temptresses lined street corners, offering themselves to anyone who had the money to afford their 'services'. Imps scurried here an there, snatching up whatever scraps they could. Overhead a lone succubus flapped her wings, gliding east towards one of the red-light districts. Being a former Demon Lord during the war, her father had one of the nicer hovels in town. She ducked under a ragged blue tarp and quietly eased the front door open. "You're late again!" a deep brooding voice bellowed. "I'm sorry sir," she said, closing the door behind her. Her father, with his glowing red eyes and long jagged horns, was the perfect visage of a demon. His hands were almost as big as his head, perfect for crushing skulls and smashing ribs. He was truly an intimidating sight to behold. Currently he lounged half drunkenly in his chair in the corner, bottle ever at his side. An old, cracked television provided the majority of the light in the room. "Is that all you have to say for yourself, whelp? I feed you and clothe you and all you do is eat it up and waste your time with friends! Back before the humans stole our dignity, you would already be out earning your keep," he said, disgustedly and took another gulp from his bottle. She'd heard the same lecture a hundred times before. But she didn't dare tell him about Mr. Brunswick. He'd only accuse her of bringing it on herself and then beat her twice as brutally for it. "There was a test and it lasted past the-," she began. "Lies!" he accused and threw his bottle to the ground. It shattered loudly, scattering glass across the already filthy floor. Hot, steaming spittle dripped down his chin. He stood up, stooping over as his horns grazed the ceiling. "Lie to me again, daughter," he dared her. "I'm sorry. Kelly, asked me to walk home with her. I didn't think it would take so long," she said, hoping that if she told him what he wanted to hear that it would appease him. "Remind me why I let you live here," he said, coming to within inches of her face. Then he turned and headed back to his chair. "It doesn't matter. Soon, you'll be earning your keep after all. You may count yourself lucky, tonight. Ravencall won't pay top dollar if your bruised," he said, slumping down into his seat. Both chair and floor creaked under his weight. "What! No! Father, no! Please!" she begged, suddenly dropping to her knees. A shard of glass bit into her knee. Ravencall was the local slave-master. In all of the Order slavery was forbidden, but the local peacekeepers hardly seemed particularly interested in enforcing it. As long as everyone in the settlement kept to themselves and didn't make too much of a ruckus, the were content to sit in their cozy station on the corner of town. They didn't even bother sending out patrols. And from what she'd heard, Ravencall was a particularly sadistic demon; the kind that would make her father's punishments seem like bliss. And the things he was rumored to do to those slaves he kept for himself made Chloe outright cringe. She wasn't stupid. She knew that was exactly what he'd want her for too. Even among other temptresses, she was particularly desirable. He round ass cheeks, high hips, and particularly large breasts were always getting her the kind of attention she'd rather avoid. Her father laughed and pulled a new bottle. He pulled the cork from it with his teeth and drank deeply, liquid dribbling down from the corner of his mouth. "I think not, daughter. As I said, it's time you earned your keep," he said. "What... what if I could earn my keep? I could get a job," she begged. "Hah! A job? The only job you could get is out on that street corner, and you don't have the stomach for that. Not yet, anyway," he said, smiling drunkenly. "What if I did? What if I did find a job?" she persisted, deep throaty desperation thick in her voice. "Fine! Find a job and I will tell Ravencall that you are no longer for sale. You have four days. Now be gone," he said, waiving her away with his bottle and turning his attention to the television. He laughed loudly as she disappeared into her tiny closet of a room. He was right. How was she supposed to find a job? The whole planet was a baren wasteland. The only thing to be found was hard labor, and even if she could do that, there were at least ten times as many looking for work as was available. It was hopeless! Tears welled up in her eyes. She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it to the side as she flung herself onto her sleeping mat. Her breasts jiggled and slapped together on her chest as she landed on her back. Her deep red nipples, ever hard, pointed straight up at the ceiling. She rubbed them thoughtfully, trying not to think about her newest predicament. Another hand slid down her perfectly flat stomach and into those white panties. Damn this body! She had to do it at least once a night just to be able to concentrate on her homework and get to sleep. A middle finger slowly circled her clit as she pinched at her nipple and squeezed her breast. Eyes closed, she imagined a long, throbbing cock sliding itself deep into her tight pink pussy. Soon her wetness soaked into the crotch of her panties and she could feel beads of it running down her ass crack. She clenched her teeth to keep from moaning and dug her short little nails into the tender flesh of her breast as she squeezed it. It was all she could do to keep from making a sound as the first of half a dozen waves of pleasure washed over her. When the last wave had abated, she lay panting on her mat. She could finally think clearly again. And again the tears came. She lay and sobbed until she finally fell asleep. THE NEXT DAY The next morning she was up earlier than usual. Following his nightly binges, her father was rarely awake before noon. So the mornings were the only time she really had to herself. Usually she spent that time reading or sneaking out to see Kelly. A succubus, she understood Chloe's need for sexual relief; how it was almost painful to go more than a couple days without release. The two had become experts at satisfying each other's needs. But not today. Today she was off to school early. There were a handful of rickety computers there that the students could use when they weren't in class. The InterWeb, the non-human version of the Internet, seemed like the best place to start looking for a job. Much like the Internet, it was thoroughly clogged with pornographic adds. It didn't help that the wobbly stool she was sitting on made it impossible to hide her plump ass cheeks from anyone and everyone who happened into the room to check their email. Damned skirt! A click at a time, she moved from one semi-promising add to another. It didn't take long before her prospects began to dwindle. She glanced at the clock in the corner of her screen. Only a couple minutes left before first period! She logged off and hurried off to class, all the while wondering where else she could possibly look for a job. Some of the books she'd read had talked about newspapers and agencies to find jobs. But her settlement had none of those things. The day dragged on, she went home, was beaten in spite of her father's previous words, and found herself in the same spot the next morning; staring at a green-tinted computer screen, desperately searching for some kind of salvation. The minutes ticked by with even fewer prospects than the day before. Ten minutes to go... click-click... Eight minutes to go... click-click... Five minutes to go... click-click... Just as she was about to gather up her belongings and head off to class again, her eyes caught sight of a new post appearing on the screen. HELP WANTED Cleaning position available Requirements: No experience needed. Must be discrete. Must be willing to perform unusual tasks. Temptresses and succubuses only. Imps, brutes, harpies and other demons need not apply. There was a com-link number at the bottom. She scribbled it down and left. If she was late for class Ms. Burnside would bend her over her desk in front of everyone and paddle her ass until it was too painful to sit on! But if she didn't hurry up and call, the only chance she had could slip away. Worse yet, the nearest com-link was in the teacher's lounge. If she was caught in there, she'd be beaten until her ass was black and blue! She hurried down the hall with the rest of the students but slipped away into one of the side halls and then into the janitor's closet. She felt so terribly obvious doing it but no one seemed to notice. She waited until the sound of footsteps had died away completely and then cracked the door open to peak out. One last straggler went running down the hall, completely oblivious to her. Then it was clear. Chloe slipped her heels off and stepped out into the hall. Her bare feet were much quieter than those heels clicking down the hallway. She crept up to the door to the teachers lounge and listened. Nothing. The teachers should all be in class, but that was rarely the case. She'd lost count of how many times Mr. Brunswick had been late. She turned the know, slipped in, and closed it behind her. Inside, the room was all drab grey with rickety furniture and a slight musty odor. It seemed that the teachers didn't have it much better than the students. No wonder they always looked so miserable. But there it was, in the corner, next to that gods-awful green couch; the com-link. She stepped up to it and dialed in the number. The screen flickered and went blue. It seemed that this number had the video connection disabled for some reason. A brief moment went by and then a rather annoyed sounding female voice spoke up. "Hello?" it said, rudely. "Uh, yes. My name's Chloe. I was calling about the job," Chloe said, keeping her voice down and wishing that there was some way she could tell this woman to do the same without ruining any chances of getting the job. "Of course you are. Which are you, a temptress or a succubus?" she asked. "A temptress. And a very hard worker, too. I-" she was saying when the woman cut her off. "I'm sure. Do you have a problem with men and women staring at you?" she asked. "Well, I'm kind of used to it, actually," Chloe said. "I'm sure," the voice repeated. "You'll be required to show up on time, every time, in uniform, and stay until all of your work is done. And you may be asked to perform unusual 'tasks' from time to time. Think you can do that, demon?" "Unusual tasks?" Chloe asked. The woman let out an obviously annoyed sigh. "Look, do you want the job or not?" "Yes, sorry. Of course," Chloe said. "Good. What's the soonest you can come in for an interview?" she said. "Tonight, after class I suppose," she said. "What TIME?" the aggravated voice said, loudly. "Sorry. Um, fifteen-thirty," she said, resisting the urge to add a 'shhhh'. "Fine," the voice said and an address flashed across the bottom of the screen. "Heels and makeup are required." Chloe had just enough time to scribble the address down before the screen went blank. The call was over. She took a long, deep breath. It was all she could do to keep quiet. She'd have to hurry to get there on time, but she could make it. She hurried back out, down the hall, and to her classroom. As luck would have it, Ms. Burnside just happen to be late. Chloe managed to get seated just a minute or two before she walked in the door. Whatever it was she had to teach went right by Chloe. All she could think about was her interview. She wasn't sure what proper interview attire consisted of but she knew that her school uniform wasn't it. On her way out at the end of class, she did manage to slip the end of her tail into Ms. Burnside's purse and snatch a tube of lipstick. It wasn't much but it meant she had both the heels and makeup covered. The rest of her classes came and went without incident. Well, no incident except Mr. Brunswick's suggestive looks. But finally it was over with and she was able to slip out without another uncomfortable confrontation. She hurried down the road towards the address given, applying lipstick as she went. Her breasts bounced as she ran, threatening to burst free at any moment. All the excitement and fabric rubbing back and forth on them meant that by they time she arrived, her nipples were as hard as pearls. That kind of stimulation wasn't lost upon other parts of her body either. She could already feel her pussy beginning to moisten. The building she arrived at was on the outskirts of town. Some sort of crumbling warehouse. Not pleasant looking at all. Suddenly she beginning to have some doubts about this. How easy it would be to post a fake job to lure a young woman like her out there to kidnap and do who-knows-what to. The worst part was that the more her imagination raced the wetter her pussy got. "Chloe, I presume?" a crisp female voice said. She spun around to see a woman with short spiky blue hair in a black business suit approaching her. The outfit was form fitting and obviously tailored precisely to her body. It looked expensive. Judging by her tone, she definitely wasn't the same woman as she had spoken to on the phone. "Yes, ma'am," Chloe said hesitantly. "Forgive the obscure surroundings but my employer insists on it until you've signed a non-disclosure contract. Now, let me have a good look at you," the woman said. She looked Chloe up and down as if appraising her value or something. "You'll do," she said with a tiny grin on her matching blue lips. "Now, come along. We can speak in my office." As if on queue a black car appeared from the shadows. As she followed the woman, it was hard not to admire her perfectly around ass cheeks. That expensive suit hugged them so tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. As she stooped to get in the car, it was abundantly clear that she was wearing nothing underneath. The woman in the suit got a good look down Chloe's shirt as she climbed in after her. Judging by the way she licked those blue lips, she liked the view. The back of the car was very spacious indeed and was setup very much like an office. There were two sets of seats facing each other with a little table in the center, across which were spread several files and data pads. They sat across from each other. "Drive," she commanded and the vehicle smoothly sailed into motion. Angels and Demons Ch. 01 "I'd just like to apologize for not dressing up. I came straight from school," Chloe said, trying to put her best foot forward. "If I were you, I would be more concerned about that atrocious makeup job. If hired, you'll be expected to show up with it done perfectly each and everyday. That means lipstick, blush, eyeshadow and lashes. Fingernails and toenails are to be manicured. Not to mention your hair... but I'm getting ahead of myself. First, as I mentioned, there is the matter of a non-disclosure contract. Henceforth, you will speak of nothing you see or hear outside of your job. Understood?" she said and handed Chloe a data pad to sign. Chloe of course signed it and handed the pad back. As the woman leaned forward to take the pad, her low-cut blouse afforded a superb view of her cleavage. A silver chain necklace with some sort of charm on it hung around her neck and disappeared deep down between her breasts. A tiny knowing grin flashed across her lips but she said nothing about it to Chloe. "Now that that's out of the way, let me tell you a little about your job. You'll be helping to clean and maintain the estate of Mr. Grayson Kane. I presume you've heard of him," she said. Chloe's eyes widened. Heard of him? He was only one of the most wealthy men on the planet! Of course she'd heard of him. "Good. Now, what you may not know is that Mr. Kane is a bit of a philanthropist. And as a result he's chosen to staff much of his estate with angels and demons from the nearby colonies. Something else that you may not know about him is that he leads a very particular type of lifestyle. You'll learn more about that as time goes on." "Yes, ma'am," Chloe said, nodding enthusiastically. In truth, Chloe really didn't feel like she knew quite what she was getting herself into. All she knew for certain was that she was getting paid and that was good enough. "Good. Any questions?" the woman asked. "Um... When can I start?" Chloe asked. "I assume you don't have reliable transportation? A car will pick you up from school tomorrow. You'll be fitted for a uniform and introduced to the rest of the staff, then. Now, I believe this is your stop. Take these forms and have them ready to submit when you come into work tomorrow," she said and handed her a packet. "How did you...?" Chloe blurted out. "Modern technology. And don't worry, when you get out it'll look like your just stepping out of a shadow," she said. Chloe shuffled over to the door which opened by itself, ahead of her. As she stepped out she felt a hand squeeze one of her ass cheeks. When she looked back she was met with that knowing smile little again. Then the door closed and the car disappeared. Chloe reached back and placed her hand where the woman in the suit had. Her pussy was so wet that she could feel the juices running down her inner thighs. After watching her father spit his booze all over the floor and threaten to beat her for lying, he finally settled back into his chair. "Fine, you may stay. But only so long as you continue to earn your keep, child," was all he would say. It was obvious that the once great demon was furious. His eyes glowed bright red and he drank long and hard from his bottle before crushing it in his hand and throwing the pieces to the floor for her to clean up. She hurried through the rest of her chores and then, once again, slipped away into her tiny excuse for a bedroom. This time she barely made it to her mat before her hand was down her skirt, two fingers buried deep in her tight pussy. Juices instantly coated her slender hand as she rammed those fingers into herself again and again. With her free hand she dug her nails into her nipple and twisted so hard that she had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning. This time, instead of a cock in her pussy she imagined the woman in the suit. She imagined her with her face buried in Chloe's pussy, kicking furiously as Chloe ran her fingers through that blue hair. And just like she imagined the woman in the suit would, she slowed down as she got close to climax. A tiny whine escaped her lips, silently begging her to let her cum. She slowly circled her clit, holding herself right on the edge. She mouthed a silent 'please' and then imagined her staring up with that little knowing grin. Then, because she imagined the woman in the suit liked to hear her lovers beg, she mouthed a second, more desperate 'please'. And then, just as she hoped the woman in the suit would, she relented. The first wave hit her so suddenly that she was almost surprised. She rolled and buried her face in her pillow to muffle her moans. It went on like that for almost two minutes. Involuntarily she arched her back and tail, driving her face deeper into the pillow. Afterwards, tail still trembling, she lay there thinking about the imaginary experience. She'd have to tell Kelly all about it. Maybe they could try something similar together. Of course, she'd have to omit the part about her being a human. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. Soon she was in the midst of a second, even more intense phantasy. In this one it was Kelly and the woman in the suit, and they were relentless. She silently begged them again and again, but each time she was close to orgasm she imagined them slowing down. And so she slowed down, depriving herself again and again until the ache was unbearable. And then, even though she imagined them demanding that she stop and threatening to tie her up so that she couldn't next time, she finally let herself cum. This time it was so strong that despite burying her face in the pillow and biting down on it, her throaty moans could not be contained. Luckily, anyone who might have heard her was passed out drunk on the floor in the other room. Finally she rolled back over, drenched in sweat, and took a long deep breath. She would definitely have to tell Kelly about this. Angels and Demons Ch. 02 Then she rolled onto her side and opened up the package of paperwork. Her father would never let her keep much of the money, but she was still about to be one of the few in her colony to have a legitimate job. The first couple of pages were part of a very extensive non-disclosure contract. Apparently all she could tell anyone was that she worked as part of a cleaning crew. Anything else and, well, the penalties were quite stiff. She pulled a pen from her purse and signed it. The next morning, she woke up earlier than normal and raced out to her and Kelly's little secret meeting spot. It was an abandoned shed, hidden away amongst the rubble of one of the districts destroyed during a riot some years ago. The peacekeepers had decided to quell the riot with artillery, and so several of districts of the colony had been thoroughly demolished. It was so well hidden in all the devastation that not even the imps had found it. Kelly, with her magnificent wings, could just fly in but Chloe had to make her way through the rubble to get to it. How the bombs had managed to destroy everything around it but leave one little shed unscathed, was a mystery. The shack was divided into two rooms. The front room was pretty empty, save a few belongings the two had left there over time. The back room was where they spent most of their time. They had stacked a few sleeping matts in one corner and put a crate at the end to serve as a footboard, which they'd tossed a few extra pillows and sheets in. All in all, it clean and comfortable and private. At most, they were able to spend a few hours there before school, but those few hours were what made everything else, her father's beatings, those creeps at school, that bastard Mr. Brunswick, everything bearable. Even though she lived further away, Kelly was almost always the first one there. But not today! This time Chloe was sitting patiently on the edge of her bed, slowly teasing her clit as her friend walked in. Just seeing those hips swaying and breasts barely contained within her uniform shirt was almost enough to make Chloe push herself over the edge. But she bit her lip and eased her hand away from her hungry pussy. "Hey, babe. What's got you so excited? I've barely see anything of you in the last few days. Some boy better not be stealing you away from me," she said, leaning on the edge of the doorway, grinning and flexing a serpentine wing. "Girl, have I got the story for you," Chloe said and began relating the details of the last few days. "Wow, I don't even know where to begin," Kelly said when she was finished. The Succubus folded her wings back up and joined Chloe on the bed. "So, you want me to be mean to you?" Kelly asked, putting an arm around Chloe and sliding her free hand up her naked leg. Chloe immediately let out an involuntary moan at the touch. "Not mean, no. I-...," Chloe couldn't quite find the words. "Shhhhh, babe. Don't I always take care of you," Kelly said, putting her finger over Chloe's lips. As that hand made it's way all the way up her leg, her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head. A single, long nailed finger slipped between her pussy lips. She took in a long breath and moaned. After all the teasing she'd done to herself earlier, it only took two or three minutes for Kelly's skilled hands to bring her right to the edge again. "I'm really close," she moaned. "Tell me what you want," Kelly said. "I... Kelly, please," Chloe said between moans. She was SO close. If Kelly didn't ease off she was going to cum. "All you have to do is say what you want, babe," Kelly said. "Please, this isn't how I- Oh goddess, please don't let me cum! Please!" Chloe finally forced herself to say. Finally, at the absolute last moment, Kelly stopped. Teeth clenched and every muscle tensed, Chloe could feel the first wave of an incredible orgasm slowly ebb away. She whimpered and moaned as it disappeared. "This what you wanted?" Kelly asked. "No, not exactly. I don't... I don't wan you to stop altogether. Just slow down so I, you know, can't finish. But keep me on the edge," Chloe explained, her red skin turning bright pink in a blush. "Hm..., this could be fun," Kelly said. "You don't think I'm weird?" Chloe asked. "Of course not, babe. Just watch out, I might decide I like it more than you," Kelly said, cradling her with a wing and sliding her hand back down between Chloe's legs. Despite starting out slower this time, she was still on the edge within a minute. "I'm really close," she whimpered. She was going to cum. She was so close. That wave of pleasure was coming in even stronger than before. She clenched her teeth and her muscles went stiff. But Kelly had already started to ease off. The wave of pleasure roared around her again and again, but never quite reached its climax. A wingtip reached around to tease her nipple, driving her even closer to the edge. It went on like this for what seemed like forever. Finally she just couldn't take it anymore. "Okay... Okay, I'm ready to cum," she said. Kelly just smiled. She'd never noticed just how perfect her friend's lips were before. They parted, revealing pearly white teeth and a serpentine tongue, and the word "no" slid out. "No, Kelly, I really mean it. I- oh goddess! I can't take anymore," Chloe begged. "No," Kelly said again, smiling devilishly. "Kelly...," she whimpered. Her friend was obviously enjoying it. What had she gotten herself into? She whined and whimpered and begged but Kelly just smiled and kept teasing mercilessly. "Please, I'll do anything...," she finally said in desperation. "Be my slave for a day?" Kelly said. "Yes, okay. Anything," Chloe screamed. Before the words were even fully out of Chloe's mouth, Kelly began picking up the pace. Bare seconds later it happened. She screamed and jerked as the orgasm FINALLY swept over her. Her whole body rocked with pleasure for almost ten glorious minutes before the world came back to her. Now she was laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Kelly sat beside her, running her fingers through her hair. "Wow, babe. That was pretty long, even for you. Must have been good," Kelly said. "Do I really have to be your slave?" Chloe croaked. "Sure do. And since we only get to spend mornings alone together, that means we'll have to divide it up. Say... thirty hours in a day, divided by four hours each morning. Comes down to seven, round up to eight mornings," Kelly said. "Hey, that's not fair," Chloe said, still to weak to sit up. "Babe, how long have we known each other? Eight days from now, you'll be begging me for more," Kelly said Chloe wasn't so sure about that, but a promise was a promise. She wondered just what the succubus had in mind. "Now, in the meantime, I believe I have some needs for you to take care of," Kelly said, spreading her legs. Her clean, bare pussy glistened with her hot juices. Chloe was immediately drawn to it. Arms and legs still wobbly, she crawled to it. Before her tongue had even reached it, Chloe felt a hand pressing firmly against the back of her head. In an instant her face was buried in Kelly's intoxicating pussy. Legs closed in tightly around the back of her head, preventing her from pulling away even if she wanted to. She ran her tongue across her friend's clit, bringing forth a deep, throaty moan. The legs tightened and the pressure on the back of her head intensified. It was one of Kelly's favorite things to do; hold her their and refuse to let het breath until Chloe'd made her cum. Sometimes she'd make her do it three or four times in a row with just one desperate gulp of air in between. Today, however, Kelly would be satisfied with just two. The first one came relatively quick. Teasing Chloe had evidently worked her up quite a bit. She came hard and made sure to thoroughly drench Chloe's face with her orgasm before letting her come up for air. One gulp. That was all she was allowed before Kelly forced her face back into the wetness. It literally splashed across her face and ran down between her breasts. And of course, it was impossible to keep from filling her mouth as she licked. She couldn't help but wonder just how far Kelly would take it if she didn't make her cum fast enough! Thankfully, she wouldn't have to find out today. Soon, Kelly began to tense up again. A minute later, she felt those legs tightening up around her head. A single heel pressed into the middle of her back, forcing he to arch it downward. Then came the second flood. There was so much of it that she had no choice but to swallow whole mouthfuls of the climactic juices. When Kelly was finally done she rolled over, leaving Chloe gasping. A single wing cradled her as she lay down next to her friend. "I don't think I've ever came so hard, babe," Kelly was saying. "I could tell," Chloe said, wiping her lips. "I didn't hear you complaining," Kelly said. "As if I could," Chloe shot back. They both giggled. Goddess, why couldn't she just live in that moment forever? It wasn't like they'd never talked about. But her father would never allow it. ...And he would find her. "Guess we'd better get cleaned up for school," Kelly finally said. It was always over too quick. But at least this job meant that she wouldn't have to go home to her father after school. They quickly cleaned up as best they could, though Chloe was sure that the smell of sex was still in he hair. She'd have to try and rinse it out before class. "Oh, and slave," Kelly said, outside. Chloe raised an eyebrow. "I don't want you cumming without my permission," Kelly said. "What!" Chloe half screamed. "You heard me, slave. No cumming. Guess you'd better hope I'm in a generous mood tomorrow morning," Kelly said, and with a flap of her wings was gone. Now, how was she supposed to make it until the next morning without cumming at least once? And the worst part was, the more she thought about it, about how hard it would be, and how desperate she'd be... the more aroused she became! Concentrating in class was just impossible. The more she tried not to think about Kelly's last words, the more they seemed to creep into her mind. And the note she slipped her at lunch did nothing to help the matter. Hey babe, I know you'll touch it. But every time you get close, just imagine me looking down at you, saying, "No." Hope this helps! Miss K. (that's what I want you to call me from now on) It was deliberately vague, incase another student or a teacher saw it. But Chloe knew exactly what it meant. She immediately had to run to the bathroom for some privacy. There, in the stall all the way at the back, she reread the little note again and again. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Down between her legs, her pussy was downright throbbing with desire. She wanted to touch it just a little, but she knew that if she did it would just make things harder. Juices were already beginning to coat its red lips. A tiny trickle was just about to run down between her ass cheeks. She snatched up some toilet paper and cleaned it all up as best she could before heading back out to her next class. How could Kelly, er Miss K do this to her? The second half of the day went much the same as the first. Eventually she was able to push her frustrations from her mind for at least a little while. For the first time ever she was actually looking forward to getting out of school. Even Mr. Brunswick's hour-long rant about the supremacy of mankind seemed to just fade into the background. And finally the bell rang and she could go. "Ms. Chloe, a word please," Mr. Brunswick said as she was passing by his desk. She carefully curled her tail up around he waist so that he couldn't reach it this time. So instead he tried to wrap his fingers around the strap to her purse but she stepped away, towards the doorway. "Sorry Mr. Brunswick. I have to get to my new job," she said with more than a little satisfaction and stepped out. "A job? How in the hells did you find a job?" she heard him calling as she walked own the hallway. She couldn't help but grin. Who knows? If Mr. Kane was really that much of a philanthropist, she might be getting paid more than her so-called teacher. Oh, that was a thought she relished. Outside, everyone else was heading back towards the colony. Any other day she would have been, too. But today she just took a seat on one of the rickety benches beside the door and waited with her little black and red purse in her lap. Just as her mind was beginning to wander back to Miss K and her cruel game, a yellow and white care pulled up. The vehicle wasn't nearly as fancy or new as the one the woman in the suit had had. It was just one of the local transit company's auto-cabs. The rear door opened and a dark-skinned demon with wire rimmed glasses waived out at her. "Chloe?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am," Chloe said as she approached. "Hi! I'm Zoe," she said eagerly gesturing for Chloe to get in the car. "Sorry, it's only programmed to wait for about a minute. Trust me, I've went running after it before. Not fun." Sure enough, just as Chloe was taking her seat, the door slid closed and the vehicle began to whiz off. The interior of the vehicle was arranged into three rows of seats with the front row facing back towards the rear two. Someone had laid the middle row down flat. She had taken a seat in the rearmost row. Her new companion was sitting across from her in the remaining row. "So, you go to school here, too?" Chloe asked, noticing her identical uniform. "Yeah, don't you recognize me? We take Intermediate Sciences together," Zoe said. Chloe honestly didn't recognize her at all. She made an apologetic face. "It's okay. I'm usually pretty quiet," Zoe said, doing a terrible job of hiding her disappointment. "So, you work for Mr. Kane, too?" Chloe asked, trying to change the subject. "Mv parents keep most of the money but I don't mind. I'm just happy to have somewhere to go besides home," Zoe said. It was a familiar story. Chloe leaned one of her stubby little horns against the glass and looked out the tinted window. The ride was so smooth that it was hard to believe that they were even. But sure enough, the outside world was whizzing right along. She looked back at Zoe just in time to see her breasts popping out of her shirt as she unbuttoned it. "Something wrong?" she asked. "What are you doing?" Chloe asked. It was hard not to stare at those pert breasts. Especially with her pussy so desperate for satisfaction. They were definitely smaller than hers, but on someone of such a slight frame they were more than plenty. "Oh, we're expected to be in uniform when we arrive," Chloe explained, crawling onto the flattened down middle seat to pull her skirt and panties off. The sight of her perfect bare pussy was just too much. She dug her nails into her palms and took a long, deep breath in an effort to distract herself. Damn that body of hers! "Do you think you could help me with this? These suits are so hard to get on by yourself," Zoe said, pulling some sort of black and white uniform out of her pink pack. Chloe took the garment and began unfolding it. It was made out of some extremely elastic material and all seemed to be one piece. She immediately loved how smooth it felt on her skin. She turned it over and then over again. "It feels so... Smooth," Chloe said for lack of a better word. "I know! It feels so nice all over my body. It's called future-latex. It's like a giant hug. Honestly, I'd wear it all the time if I didn't have to take it off to go home," Zoe said with a little giggle that caused her glasses to slide down on her nose. Chloe turned it back over and unzipped it so that Zoe to slide her feet in. At first, everything went smoothly. But as the material stretched more and more to accommodate Zoe's legs they began to have to work at it. First they'd work it up a little ways on one side and then on the other. It was completely form-fitting, right down to the toes. Finally, they made it up to her hips. "You can't imagine how hard this is to do by yourself," Zoe said as they both pulled up on the uniform. And then, all at once it came up. In back it spread her ass cheeks apart perfectly and in front it did the same for her pussy lips. Chloe was at the perfect angle to appreciate it too, as when the it all happened she had slipped forward and landed on her elbows, between Zoe's legs. The material hugged her body so tightly that her lips and clit were plainly visible. Except instead of deep red, they were now coated in super shiny black. She looked up to see Zoe leaning her head back and moaning with pleasure. The moment Zoe looked down an saw Chloe looking up at her, she jumped back. Of course there wasn't very far to go within the car. "I'm so sorry! It's just that every time I put it on, well... its so smooth and it slides right over my... Well, sometimes I even, you know... cum when I put it on," Zoe rambled, blushing bright red. Chloe couldn't help but smile at her new friend's embarrassment. Then, without even thinking about it, she reached out and ran her index finger down the length of Zoe's shiny pussy. She immediately threw her head back, balled fists tightly, and moaned. "I- I- what are you...," Zoe whimpered. "Do you want me to stop?" Chloe asked, suddenly afraid that her throbbing pussy had caused her to cross some line. "Well, no... it's just that I... well, my boyfriend says that I'm not allowed to do this. Not even with other girls," she said. "It's okay. I sort of understand," Chloe said, with a frown. She got up off her elbows and crawled around behind her to help pull the uniform the rest of the way on. The arms went on much easier than the legs. "Oh, your boyfriend doesn't let you either?" Zoe said. It was very apparent from the sound of her voice that she was very grateful for Chloe's understanding. "I don't have a boyfriend," Chloe said. "Well, girlfriend then," Zoe said. Chloe zipped the back up and then moved back to her seat. The finished product was stunning. It was completely form-fitting, as though it were a second skin, with a short little skirt built in. The outfit was all black with white accents around the wrists, the bottom of the skirt, and across the chest, giving the illusion of a very low neckline, though the black material continued all the way up to the bottom of her chin. Her erect nipples were clearly visible. And like any maid uniform, it had a decorative white apron around the front. Just looking at her in it made Chloe's resolve to keep her promise to Miss K. weaken. "Not exactly. It's hard to explain. But...," Chloe said and then paused as a twinge of embarrassment hit. "I'm sort of not allowed to cum without her permission." "Oh my gosh! That's got to be so hard. Why would she do that to you?" Zoe asked, earnestly. "I kind of brought it on myself," Chloe said, and explained the fantasy and how Kelly had used it to become Miss K. She didn't exactly know why she was being so open with this girl she'd just met, but it just felt right. Like when she'd first met Miss K, she could sense that she wouldn't be judged. Why they hadn't become friends sooner, she didn't know. Zoe frowned. "If I told my boyfriend about a fantasy like that, he'd just think it was dumb." Then an idea creeped into Chloe's mind. "Did he say that you couldn't do anything with another girl, or just that you couldn't have sex with one?" she asked. "I- I guess just sex. Why?" Zoe asked, adjusting her glasses. "Well, its not sex if I just tease you," Chloe said. "But what if I... you know," Zoe whispered as though her boyfriend would somehow hear it. Angels and Demons Ch. 02 "Just tell me when you get close and I'll stop," she answered. "Oh... okay. You promise?" Zoe said. "I promise," Chloe answered. Chloe climbed back onto the middle seat and slipped a leg behind her and then slipped round, such that Zoe was now laying in her arms. The feel of the material against her stomach and chest, and especially the insides of her thighs, was incredible. She reached around Zoe and cupped one breast with one hand and slid the other one down between her legs. She slowly circled her middle finger around Zoe's latex clit. Zoe lay her head back on Chloe's chest and moaned uncontrollably. In her other hand she squeezed and pinched at Zoe's breast. "Mmm... I really... I really want to cum...," Zoe moaned. "No," Chloe said, slowing her pace down. "P- please...," Zoe whimpered. "No. A promise is a promise," Chloe said. She cold feel her friend starting to tense up in her arms and so slowed down even more. She had to be downright sopping wet underneath that suit, now. "I- I- I'm gunna...," Zoe moaned with the same desperation that she had that morning. With that, Chloe stopped altogether. Zoe thrashed her legs and moaned so loud it was almost a scream. Eventually she calmed back down and just lay there in Chloe's arms. "I've never come that close to finishing without, you know, actually doing it," she finally said, weakly. "Did you like it?" Chloe asked. She looked like she wanted to hide her face but eventually managed a meek answer. "I... wouldn't mind doing it again." Chloe smiled. "It's settled then, on the way to work we're free to tease each other as much as we want. That way you'll still be obeying your boyfriend and I'll still be keeping my promise." Zoe grinned sheepishly. Then quickly turned her head. "Oh, looks like we're here! Talk about timing, right?" Zoe said. Angels and Demons Ch. 03 CHAPTER 3 Mr. Kane's residence was a huge mansion and several smaller structures, situated atop a gently sloping hill. A tall iron fence surrounded the entire property. A pair of robotic sentries looked on, their heat-rays pointed up towards the heavens, as the cab passed between them and under the gate. The mansion itself was a dark Victorian style building with deep red bricks cut from native bedrock. There was a separate but connected building to the left, fashioned in the same style. It had two garage doors, one of which rolled up as the cab approached. "This is our stop," Zoe said, still trembling a little from Chloe's teasing. "Hurry, it only stops for a minute here, too. It ran off with pack once." The door slid open and Chloe followed her out onto the polished stone floor. Seconds later the door slid back shut and the auto-cab rolled away. They were now standing in a spacious garage with high hanging rafters. There were several black auto-cars, like the one that she and the woman in the suit had rode in the night before. There was also a hover-car, and even a pair of heavy-duty jet-packs. This end of the building, however was kept relatively clear. There were two doors leading into the house. Zoe lead her past the main door to a second one, marked 'servants entrance.' On the other side was a narrow room with dark stained, wooden lockers along one wall and black leather upholstered benches down the other. At the far end was the entrance into the main building. Zoe immediately went to a locker about midway down and pulled out a pair of shiny black boots and some sort of short belt. Then she stepped over to the bench and began pulling the boots on. They were very high, coming all the way up to her knees, with laces that spanned the entire length and heels so high that they essentially forced her to walk on her tiptoes. They looked absolutely elegant. "You like? Ms. Rena, she's the senior maid, says they're called ballet boots. But thankfully, nobody's expected to dance in them," Zoe said with another little giggle that caused her glasses to slide down her nose. "Do I get a pair," Chloe said, hopefully. "They were actually my employee of the month award," Zoe said. She must have seen the look of disappointment on Chloe's face though, because she quickly added, "But I promise you can borrow them any time you want." "Zoe, I'm sorry we never became friends before now," Chloe said. "Thank you, that means a lot. I'm really glad we met," Zoe said with sincerity in her voice. Zoe stood up, almost as tall as Chloe in those gorgeous boots, and wrapped her arms tightly around her. The feeling Zoe's latex clad body pressed against her own quickly reminded Chloe of just how horny she was. She tried to stifle it but a tiny moan escaped her lips. By now her panties were thoroughly soaked with her sex juices. One touch. She was sure of it. Just one touch would be enough to send her over the edge. "We'd better get going. Shift's about to start. Can you help me with this?" Zoe said, finally pulling back away and holding out the belt. Chloe took the item and studied it. It wasn't a belt after all. It was a wide, leather collar with an oversized, shiny steel ring in front and matching buckle in back. Zoe took a deep breath as Chloe wrapped it around her latex neck and buckled it. Apparently, she liked the way it felt. "One tighter, please. I hate when it's too loose," Zoe said. Chloe of course obliged and then they were on they're way. On the other side of the door was a small meeting room/staff lounge. A little grin crossed her lips as she realized it was nicer than her teachers' lounge. There were two very plush looking sofas and a commercial food dispenser. Presently there were two temptresses and a succubus, dressed similarly to Zoe, standing near a door on the opposite wall. Another temptress, dressed in a red maid uniform with black accents, stood with her back to Chloe and Zoe, passing out daily assignments to them. As she did, her tail slowly swayed this way and that, like the pendulum of an old Earth clock. "That's Ms. Rena. She's really nice, but you don't want to get on her bad side," Zoe said. One by one, the three maids headed out to begin their day's chores. The last of them, a pretty pink skinned temptress with long braided pigtails, waived and winked at the newcomer before disappearing. "Oh, you must be Chloe," Ms. Rena said when she turned and saw the two standing there. "Yes, ma'am," Chloe said. Ms. Rena smiled and walked over. She was tall, and thin, with black rimmed glasses, and a tight hair bun. She walked with an air of utter confidence. Her heels clicked sharply against the stone tiles beneath and her large breasts, which seemed to jut out from her chest, jiggled oh so slightly with each step. "I take it, this is your first job?" Ms. Rena asked. "Yes, ma'am," Chloe repeated, trying not to seem too intimidated. "Well, there's no need to be nervous, dear. We do have a job to do but we also like to enjoy ourselves. If she hasn't already, I'm sure Zoe here will tell you all about our biweekly get-togethers," Ms. Rena said. Judging by the smile on Zoe's face, those get-togethers must have really been something. After sending Zoe off to do her assigned chores, Ms. Rena took Chloe on an abbreviated tour of the mansion. Here and there, she saw the other maids at work. One was busy dusting in a sitting area, another was sweeping, and at one point a pair that she didn't recognize could be seen carrying baskets full of clean uniforms down a hallway. Everywhere she looked, Chloe saw beautiful artwork and detailed craftsmanship. Mr. Kane's home was the perfect gothic style mansion. It was hard to concentrate on much of it though, with Ms. Rena's hips and ass swaying so gracefully in front of her wherever they went. At the end of the tour they came to another small room. This one was set up as a kind of infirmary. Ms. Rena closed and locked the door behind them. "Um... Ma'am, what are we doing here? I don't feel ill or anything," Chloe said, a little confused. "Oh, nothing like that, dear. We use the medical scanner to take exact measurements for your uniform. Why don't you go ahead and strip down so we can get this out of the way?" Ms. Rena explained. Chloe bit her lip. If she hadn't noticed already, Ms. Rena would absolutely see how wet her pussy was if she undressed. "Ma'am, I- um... Is there any way I could do this later," she asked, hopefully. "My dear, you have nothing to be bashful about. I can tell already that you have a gorgeous body. Believe me, you wouldn't have been hired if you didn't," Ms. Rena said. She sounded compassionate enough, but it was clear what was expected of Chloe. And she didn't want to get on Ms. Rena's bad side. So she began by unbuttoning her shirt. Then she sat on the exam table and pulled her heels and knee socks off. But all too quickly she came to that skirt, just barely long enough to conceal her secret. She had to peel her panties off. Ms. Rena didn't notice right away as she was fidgeting with the boxy medical scanner. But when she did look up, her eyes went straight to Chloe's glistening red pussy lips. "Oh, I hadn't realized you were that excited about the job," she said with a grin. Chloe blushed. "I- I'm sorry. I...," she was absolutely flustered. "It's okay, darling. You're surrounded by beautiful women in latex. If you weren't a little turned on by it all, I'd be worried. Now, go ahead and stand up," Ms. Rena said. "Really?" Chloe said, much relieved. "Why, of course," Ms. Rena said, holding up the device and scanning. "Just make sure that if you need to take care of any, eh hem, urges, that you do it on break. Understood?" "Yes, ma'am," Chloe said. Having Ms. Rena watch her naked while giving her orders to turn this way or that was really starting to make the juices flow even worse. Especially when she told her to bend over and grab her ankles. She just imagined her coming up behind her and whispering in her ear not to move while she slid her fingers into Chloe's hungry pussy, finally giving her the relief she needed. But just as she was about to cum, Ms. Rena would whisper into her ear again. "Don't move. Don't make a sound. Not one single moan, darling," Chloe imagined her saying. Then she would run those latex fingers, so slick and smooth, back and forth over Chloe's clit. Three time. That's all it would take. The first rub and she'd be clenching her teeth. The second rub and she'd be squeezing her eyes tightly shut and biting her lower lip. And the third and final rub- "Okay. You can stand back up now, dear," Ms. Rena said. Chloe took a deep breath and stood back up. She wondered if she should tell Miss K about this one, too. A couple more scans and they were all done. Luckily Chloe had a spare pair of panties in her purse to put on. Once dressed, Ms. Rena lead her back out into the mansion. Up a couple of stairs and down a hallway and they arrived in a spacious office. Packed book cases lined three of the four walls. An imposing darkwood desk, obviously imported from off-world, dominated the room. There was a modern terminal in the center, an ancient looking 'PC' as they were once called, at one end, and a dozen or so books spread out across the other end. Presently, Zoe was busily cleaning with a feather duster that looked more decorative than practical. "Zoe," Ms. Rena said, getting her attention. "Oh, Ms. Rena, hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" Zoe responded, almost dropping her duster. "As a matter of fact, there is," Ms. Rena said. "Chloe will be shadowing you for the next couple of days. Show her the ropes." "Oh, of course. It'll be my pleasure," Zoe chirped. "Very good. I'll leave her in your charge, darling," Ms. Rena said with a satisfied smirk and then stepped back out of the room. They both stood there until they were sure she was far enough away not to hear them. "So how are you holding up?" Zoe spoke up first. "Goddess I'm so horny!" Chloe said. "I know! Me too," Zoe said, hurrying over as fast as her ballet boots would allow. "I have no idea how I'm going to make it," Chloe said. Zoe frowned but then seemed to be struck by an idea. "What if I promise not to cum either?" she asked. "You'd do that for me?" Chloe asked. "Of course," Zoe said. "Well, I just hope Miss K lets us cum tomorrow, then. I'll pass you a note in class if she does. Sciences, right?" Chloe said. Zoe just grinned. Chloe was amazed by just how easy the work was. Even a very low end maintenance droid could have done it. In fact, she'd noticed one hovering it's way into a bathroom to take care of the less desirable chores. They just moved from room to room, dusting, straightening things up, and of course talking about the one thing neither of them could get off their mind. "He only ever takes me from behind. And once he's done, it's like he doesn't even want anything to do with me. I almost always have to take care of it myself," Zoe explained, more than a hint of frustration in her voice. "Then why do you stay with him?" Chloe asked. "Well, I know that deep down he really cares. Besides, I don't want to be alone," Zoe said. "He's a Brute. They were bred for killing. Not caring. I should know," Chloe said. Zoe let out a long sigh. "Why do all the Incubuses have to be taken?" They both giggled. Later, in the back seat of the auto-cab, on the way home Chloe helped Zoe change back into her school uniform. "Um, maybe you should tease me on the way home, too. You know, so I'll be just as desperate as you," Zoe said, as she carefully folded her uniform.. She was practically begging for it. "Okay, but tomorrow it's fifty-fifty," Chloe said, putting her foot up on the seat so that Zoe could sit in the V of her legs. "Yes, ma'am," Zoe said, enthusiastically nodding her head. The demon girl was like putty in Chloe's hands as she ran her tail down between her legs and directly over her clit. She moaned and leaned back into Chloe's arms. With both hands completely free, she took a breast in each and squeezed, pressing her nails into them. Zoe's mouth fell open and she gasped. Just as she was about to release her friends tortured breasts from her grasp, Zoe moaned, "Harder..." That was all the encouragement Chloe needed. She squeezed, digging her nails hard into Zoe's breasts. She gasped again. This time it was followed by a low pitched whine that eventually died off. Chloe ran her tail in long slow strokes over her friend's clit, slowing down the closer she came to cumming, until she could tell that just one more touch, even a strong breeze maybe, would push her over the edge. All Zoe could do was quiver in her arms. "If you want me to let you cum, it's okay," Chloe said, taking pity on her. "Please, please, please, no!. I- I don't want to until you do," Zoe replied desperately. Chloe dug her nails even deeper into Zoe's poor breasts, eliciting a yelp from her before letting go and pulling her tail from between her legs. Zoe lay there, twitching and moaning with intense, unfulfilled desire. Each of her breasts had five distinct red marks from her fingernails. She loved the way they looked. Once she'd calmed down enough to do so, Zoe began putting her school uniform on. Chloe glanced out the window. It took her a moment to place exactly where they were. The cab was taking them to a district on the opposite side of the demolished zone. It was one of the rougher districts in the colony. The buildings Looked even more desperate and rundown than in her own district. Here and there she could see the evidence of errant shells from the last peacekeeper bombardment. Dark, unsavory demons seemed to look out from every shadow. Poor Zoe. "Thank you," Zoe said, still fighting with her shirt buttons. Chloe looked back and raised an eyebrow. "...for not letting me, you know. That would have been two promises I'd have broken," Zoe said. Chloe grinned. "You know, I could always lie and not let you cum tomorrow, either," she said, teasingly. Zoe bit her lip and nearly lost her glasses. "You- you wouldn't really do that to me. Would you?" Zoe asked. "No, I'd never lie to you," Chloe said. "What about the other part?" Zoe asked. "We'll see," Chloe said as the cab slowed to a halt. "I- um... It was really great getting to meet you, Chloe. I'll see you in class," Zoe said and gave her a quick hug before hurrying off. Chloe just sat back and reflected on her day as the cab pulled away to take her home. Had she ever had such a good day? Her and Miss K had certainly taken things to an exciting new level. She moaned just thinking about the feel of that serpentine tongue on her pussy the next morning. And there were certainly some fun possibilities with Zoe. She wondered if they'd get along. She closed her eyes and slid a hand down into her panties, letting her imagination take over. Two fingers spread her lips and a third ran over her eager clit. Maybe Miss K would tie them both up and make them take turns pleasuring her. And then, when they were both thoroughly soaked, and used, and ready to have their own needs met, she would tease them mercilessly before just leaving them there begging and struggling. Or maybe it would be the other way around. Maybe she and Miss K would have their way with innocent little Zoe. They'd take turns bringing her right to the very edge, again and again. She'd beg them for it at first. She'd offer up her hands to be tightly bound so that she couldn't resist it. But by the end she'd be screaming, begging, promising anything for her sexual release. They'd drive her mad with desire. Chloe leaned her head back on the seat and let her mouth hang open. She wasn't sure which fantasy she turned her on more. She was so close to orgasm. Her chest was heaving. She needed it SO bad. But at the last possible second she pulled her hand away and clenched her legs tightly shut, screaming into the confines of the cab. She couldn't do it. Not without Miss K's permission. At least her father was asleep when she got home. It was one of those rare nights when he'd managed to drag himself off to his bed before passing out. A pile of vomit and a cracked beer bottle marked his trail. She quietly cleaned it up and went to bed. She didn't get much sleep, though. The next morning she was up and out of the house even earlier than the previous morning. Despite all of her hopes however, Miss K was not there waiting for her. Every moment that went by waiting for the succubus was like torture. So Chloe lay down on their bed and did the only thing she could. She shed her clothes, all except her heels, and began to finger herself. She went as slow as possible, but even at that rate she was on the edge in under a minute and had to stop. "Mmm... Please get here soon, Miss K. I can't last much longer," she whimpered. It would be close to twenty more minutes before she heard the familiar flapping of wings outside. By then, Chloe could barely compose herself. "Please... Please, Miss K. I need to cum so bad," Chloe begged as her friend entered the room. "Holy shit... You actually did it," Miss K said, fingering the oversized gauge in her left ear. "Yes, but I can't take it anymore. I can't think about anything else. You don't know how hard this is," Chloe begged. Miss K could not have looked more pleased with herself. A long moment passed as she smiled and soaked in Chloe's thorough desperation. Then, just as Chloe was about to begin begging again... "On your knees, slave," Miss K said in a playful but firm tone. "What?" Chloe said, barely even realizing that she was kneeling on the floor in front of her. "Now, spread your legs. Arms behind your back, palms to elbows. Chest out. Further," Miss K began ordering. "Good. This is what I want to see every time I step in the room." Miss K was starting to take this whole 'slave' thing entirely too far. But the worst part was that the further she took it, the more it turned Chloe on. "Kelly- I mean, Miss K, please. I need to cum," Chloe said, looking up past her mistress' beautiful pale breasts. "Hmmm... First I think I want you to tell me all about another one of your juicy little fantasies," Miss K said. Chloe whimpered in protest but soon gave in and related the details the fantasy she'd had about Ms. Rena the previous day. "Delicious! I love it," Miss K said once she'd finished. "Now... Now can I...?" Chloe asked. "I don't know, babe. I think you can go longer. I think you can go a lot longer," Miss K said. Chloe's heart sunk. The ache in her pussy was all-consuming. Her tortured mind could think of nothing else. She'd be lucky if she could last another few minutes! "...But, I am a merciful mistress. So, I will take it easy on you this once," Miss K said. "Oh goddess, oh thank you...," Chloe said with real sincerity, letting go from behind her back and sliding a hand between her legs. "Stop!" Miss K barked, suddenly an angry tone to her voice. "I never said anything about you getting yourself off." "But I-," Chloe stuttered. "Behind your back," Miss K ordered. Chloe immediately obeyed. And just like that, her demeanor was warm and pleasant again. She walked in a circle around Chloe, clicking her tongue as she did so. Then Chloe felt her hot breath on an ear. "Don't move. Don't make a sound. Not one single moan, Babe," Miss K said, her lips grazing Chloe's earlobe. The next thing she knew, Miss K was sitting behind her on the floor, breasts pressed firmly against her back. One hand engulfed her left breast while another slowly traced a path down her stomach and between her legs. The second it touched her clit, Chloe moaned involuntarily. It immediately pulled away. Angels and Demons Ch. 03 "Not a sound!" Miss K said, digging her long pointy nails into Chloe's breast. She had to bight her lip to keep quiet. And as Miss K slid her finger back over her clit, she kept those nails right where they were. If anything, she squeezed tighter. The combination or pleasure and pain was incredible. Lips pursed and teeth clenched, she sucked in air in long, uneven breaths through her nose. A loud cry of ecstasy welled up inside of her. It was all she could do to keep it from escaping. A low moan forced it's way up her throat and past her lips. Luckily, Miss K saw fit to ignore it and kept working her clit. "That's right, babe. Hold it all in," Miss K whispered into her ear. Chloe could feel every single one of her muscles beginning to tighten. She began to tremble. Her body was straining so hard to cum but Miss K's finger was barely touching her clit now. She wouldn't let her have it. Sweat ran down her face and dropped off her chin. And then she gave it one hard flick, sending Chloe over the edge. Immediately Miss K pulled her hand way. "No! No! Don't stop! I'M CUMMING!" Chloe screamed, all notion of remaining still and silent forgotten. There was a sharp pain as Miss K took her remaining breast and dug her nails into it as well. Her pussy convulsed and her sex juices practically flowed like a river, but without any further stimulation it was in vain. She struggled to give herself that badly needed stimulation but Miss K had her firmly in her embrace and she couldn't get her arms free. "Silent and still," Miss K ordered and squeezed even harder. Chloe didn't listen. She couldn't listen! Her body was convulsing but the feeling of orgasmic release was absent. In it's place was another, much harder to describe, and much more unpleasant feeling. Her long overdue orgasm died somewhere deep in her pussy. When it eventually subsided she felt week and helpless. "No...," she moaned, weekly. Miss K pulled her nails from her breasts, eliciting a sharp inward hiss from Chloe. "You said you'd let me cum," Chloe said, collapsing into her Mistresses arms. "And you did, babe. But I never said you'd be allowed to enjoy it," Miss K said. "But- but-," Chloe tried to protest. "You did good. You did so good. You've made your mistress very happy, today," Miss K said, running her fingers through Chloe's long black hair. Miss K had never done anything like this to her. Her body had went through the motions but there was no real release. If anything, the desire was even worse now! "Now that your needs are all taken care of," Miss K said in an amused tone. "I think its time you took care of mine." Chloe could only follow her up onto the bed. She settled down between those long, perfectly formed legs of hers. Miss K's pussy was almost as wet as her own at this point. The feel of those legs crossing behind her head and settling across her back immediately made her moan. Before even being told to, Chloe found herself hungrily devouring her pussy. She wrapped her arms around underneath Miss K's thighs to draw herself deeper in. In no time at all Miss K could be heard moaning loudly. When she came it was long and hard. Chloe was on the verge of choking when she was finally allowed to come up for air. Just one gulp and then back down. "That's right, babe. Keep it up like this and I may never let you cum again," Miss K said. Chloe instinctively tried to protest, to tell Miss K that she couldn't do that to her. But the sudden gush of a second orgasm filled her mouth, practically drowning her. She choked and gasped but Miss K wouldn't let her come up for air until she'd finished cumming. And when she did finally let her breath again, it was of course only long enough for the one breath. Then it was back down. It went on like this until she'd made her cum three more times. Afterwards, thoroughly breathless, the two lay on the bed, chests heaving in unison. "Having fun, so far?" Miss K asked, staring up at the ceiling. "I... Yes. I don't know if I can take more of those ruined orgasms though. It just makes it worse," Chloe said. "Well babe, when I agree to let you become my slave permanently, you're going o learn to appreciate each and every orgasm that I allow. Even the ruined ones," Miss K said. "And just what makes you so sure I'm going to ask to be your slave?" Chloe said, sitting up on one elbow. "I practically did the impossible to keep from being Ravencall's slave." She shuttered at her own mention of that monster's name. Miss K turned to face her. "But you know that I'll take care of you. I'll give you what you need," she said, putting an arm around Chloe and pulling her close. A wing unfolded and spread out over them like a tent. Lips grazed her cheeks as Miss K drew her even closer and continued to speak. "You've never once been able to say 'no' to me. I'll tease you, and use you, and leave you wanting, and you'll love it," Miss K said. Her hot breath on Chloe's skin drew an involuntary moan from her. "I- I- I don't know," Chloe said, desperately fighting her body's instinctive urges. "You will in a few days," Miss K said, with a confident grin. A finger trailed its way down her back, causing her to arch it. Another moan made it's way past her lips. Miss K's knee slid up between Chloe's legs, raising the pitch of the moan. "If your good, I might let you cum for real, tomorrow," Miss K said. Before she could say anything, their lips met for the first time. In the 18 years that they'd known each other, they had never once kissed. And she immediately regretted that fact. Miss K's long serpent tongue invaded every crevice of her mouth; by itself bringing her to the edge of orgasmic bliss. But as with everything else lately, it was ended too soon. Miss K drew back, folded her wing back behind her, and sat up. Chloe just melted into a puddle of sexually deprived goo. "That's the kind of treatment my slaves will get," she said, looking down on her.