Angel, Part 3
“I have to run some errands. Just hang around until I get back.” Tanith said with a sinister smirk as she left the apartment.
“I have to run some errands. Just hang around until I get back.” Tanith said with a sinister smirk as she left the apartment.
“I… what?” Vesna was distracted from her own miserable situation by the sign she saw from the passenger seat of Tanith’s car. “How the hell did they even come up with that idea?”
Tanith turned her head and raised a brow at Vesna. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Tanith said as she returned her attention to the road.
“The signs back there said ‘God Hates Homosexuals’ and ‘Homosexuality is a sin’. How did they even get that idea?” Vesna turned away from the window to look at her owner.
“I don’t know. It might have something to do with almost all the muses being banished to hell.” Tanith responded with a smug smirk. “Humans have no idea what Dad actually wanted because we weren’t there to tell them.” She returned her attention to driving in time to avoid hitting someone in a crosswalk.
Brae clamped her knees around Lilly’s hips. Her butt bounced a little against Lilly’s knees as she straddled the lap under her. She once again cleaned the makeup off of Lilly’s face. “The swelling seems to be going down.” Brae said.
Lilly turned her head away from the cleaning pad in Brae’s hand, and looked away from her. “The swelling on my face” she muttered.
Brae rolled her eyes and pressed her own crotch against the growing bulge in Lilly’s panties. “I know.” Brae said and turned Lilly to face her again. She began reapplying a fresh coat of makeup. This time her task was much harder; not only was she trying to hide the bruising on Lilly’s face, but also Lilly had asked for help looking sexy. “Why do you want date-night makeup? Plan on going out?”
Note
This is probably the darkest thing I have ever written. Reader discretion advised.
Tanith held the pitch-black paper card against the steering wheel. The glossy business card showed no indication that it contained any information, but Tanith could see the inscription as though it was glowing. The writing, which appeared as a gold glow to the woman, was phonetically English but written in Phoenician script. The message was simple — “Other Tastes, 3035 Industry Way, Suite 7.”
Tanith looked up from the card at the decrepit building. “The power to sunder the gates of hell, and they pick this shit-hole.” She muttered to herself. The building was a large warehouse divided into various unoccupied industrial workshops. Tanith got out of her car to look for the door to suite seven. She occasionally checked the business card as though she was expecting a map or some other instructions. She knew better than to think the card would change, but she checked anyways.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Taylor crawled off of the lumpy futon mattress and clawed her way to the desk phone. The pulled the handset off the receiver by the cord, which caused it to bounce off her head in a painful thud. She rubbed her head and winced while answering the call. “Operations.” Taylor sighed. “No that server is down until Monday. …No, I can’t transfer you to my supervisor; she will be in on Monday. …You can file a complaint with the operations department, when it opens on Monday. …Yes, I know exactly who you are – a salesman who can’t remember their client’s names.” Taylor pulled the receiver off the desk to hang up the call.
Taylor laid on the floor, her eyes closed and her body threatened to fall back asleep. She pulled herself up, sat against the side of the desk, and took a second to look herself and her girlfriend over. Taylor was completely nude save for a pair of chained together ankle cuffs. Alexis was still asleep. The kitty ear headband had fallen off her head, and Nicole had graciously removed the tail plug before she left.
“It’s ten in the morning, why aren’t you in school?” The chat window popped up on Aisling’s monitor. She stared blankly at the window for a few minutes before another message came in. “I know you are just sitting there, staring. You left your camera on.”
“Fuck.” Aisling said aloud. She typed a message back. “I called in sick, Scar.” Scarlet sent back a single line of ellipses. “Fuck. Mistress Scarlet.”
“What’s wrong?” Scarlet asked.
“Nothing. Half the day is health class and I hate the bitch that teaches it.” Aisling typed back.
“Who teaches it, now?”
“Nurse Shaw.” Aisling answered.
“You do know Braelyn’s last name right?” Scarlet sent. “Nurse Shaw is Brae’s mom.”
“You know, there is a school bus.” Jennifer said as she looked in the rearview mirror at the packed back seat of her car. It was a full load that morning; Brae sat up front like she always did, Payton behind her, Lily behind Jennifer, and Storm squeezed in between them.
“But you are already going to the same place we are anyways.” Brae said. Her closed eyes and nodding head telegraphed her poor sleep the night before.
Jennifer looked in the mirror at Lilly; she noticed instantly the disguised bruise. Lilly had done quite a good job of masking her black eye, but the damage was too intense to cover totally. She sighed and pulled out of the driveway.
Note
The first part of this story contains A) No sex, and B) dark themes. The sexy part starts later.
Henry opened the door with a disappointed sigh. “Again, Lilly?” The man stepped aside to let the boy-turn-girl in out of the rain.
Lilly was a tall girl with long straight black hair. Her facial features didn’t betray her former gender, and the small mounds on her chest that were apparent through her matted down t-shirt aided the effect of her transition. She would have been a rather attractive young woman, if not for her black eye.
Payton gasped in shock and pushed herself up the bed. She woke up to find Storm’s face inches from her own. “Don’t… ” She panted. “Don’t do that.”
“Master?” Storm said with her brow raised in confusion.
“Staring at me like that when I sleep.” Payton said as she settled back down into the bed. She looked to her side and found Brae fast asleep. “How long has she been asleep?”
“She went to bed an hour ago.” Storm answered. “Before you ask, you have slept for about eight hours.” Payton groaned and rolled her legs off the bed. “Her mother, one of them at least, offered to make breakfast for you. Would you like me to get it for you?”
Little Chloe climbed into the big bed; her ten year old form covered only in an oversized tee shirt. She was quite small for her age; short compared to the other girls in school, and showed almost no hints of development. Her cropped blonde hair shone in the moonlight coming through the window.
She knelt on the bed, bent over on all fours. Someone standing behind her would have gotten a hell of a view of her hairless puffy pussy, and firm round ass. She piled up pillows under her belly for support, and rested her flat chest against the bed. Then she waited.
“What do we actually do all weekend?” Alexis asked, as she spun in her chair. The cage was as loud and inhospitable as it ever was, but Alexis could tune it out better than Taylor did. She had a laptop laid out on the desk, ostensibly so she could do her support job, but no one was going to call in on a weekend.
Taylor sat on the other side of the desk, her forehead resting against the desk. “We try not to go slowly insane waiting for something in the racks to explode.”
“Ow, motherfucker!” Aisling slammed her knee against the door jam, causing her to fall over as she ran into her room. There was a dent in the wood from her having done this every other day for the past two years. She cradled her knee and slowly rocked on the floor until the intense pain subsided.
Her computer kept chiming. “I’m coming, keep your pants on.” She yelled at the machine, not that it would listen. She pulled herself to her feet, and stumbled over to her desk. She got a glimpse of herself in the reflection on her monitor before it powered on – she was a mess. She had slept in makeup the previous night, and didn’t even make it to her bedroom. Her hair was going in every direction but the ones she wanted. She looked over her twelve-year-old self, and wondered why she was wearing a tank-top, but not pants, or even panties.
Brae noticed more differences between her friend’s android and her step-sister the more she examined Bailey through the crack in her bedroom door. Bailey was shorter than Storm, and had longer hair …and a nicer butt.
“Brae stop looking at your sister’s butt.” She muttered to herself, and knocked on Bailey’s door. “Bailey, can I talk to you?”
“Yeah, what do you want?” Bailey asked through the door. She was laying on her bed, on her belly, reading a book on her tablet.
Brae sat at her desk, wrapped in a blanket, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from her lips. She stared at a progress bar on her computer between responding to messages in a chat window.
“Are you trying to break up with me?” Brae typed. She was a very fast typist, even if that was a dying skill.
She ashed her cigarette, and lit another. The whir of machines working filled her bedroom with pseudo-industrial dissonance. Two machines dutifully worked away, shooting precise dots of resin and silicon as they built… whatever it was they were building.
The message window beeped. “No, of course not.” Scarlet responded.
“Remember, your father will be picking you up after school.” Braelyn’s mother, Valerie, said.
Brae was half way out the door with her step-mother. The statement stopped her in her tracks. “Really? Mom, that makes no damn sense.”
“Braelyn, he’s your father. You should spend time with him.”
“No, that’s fine. It doesn’t make sense because, for one, he will forget to pick me up, so I will be waiting at school forever. For another, this woman… ” Brae gestured emphatically to her stepmother. “She’s the damn principal. And…”
Braelyn could ignore the incessant chiming in her headset no longer. She tapped, nearly punched, the button to accept the call. “What, Scar? I’m busy.” The young teen’s shrill voice angrily proclaimed.
“Busy not doing what you promised.” The voice, Scarlet, on the other end retorted.
Braelyn, Brae or Brat as her friends called her, looked away from her computer screen to the clock besides her bed. “It’s five-o’clock. There’s like two hours before I have to be logged in.”
“Are you seriously trying to get in the shower with me?” Payton said. She was holding a towel over herself to offer herself a little modesty in the up-stairs hallway. Storm was showing no such modesty. Thankfully, for Payton’s sake, her parents were already at work before she got up for school.
“Of course, Master.” Storm said. Her head was tilted, and showed a little smirk.
Payton picked a slip foam packing sheet from her labia with a disgusted cringe. The bed was an absolute mess with the sundry crap from Storm’s shipping crate, and Payton was in the middle of it.
“Master, if you…” Storm tried to get Payton’s attention but failed.
“There you are!” Payton exclaimed while untangling a cable. “US charging cable.” She set it aside.
Alexis looked between the phone and her girlfriend. “What the hell were you thinking?”
To Taylor’s surprise, Alexis didn’t sound angry. “I don’t know, I don’t think I was thinking.”
Alexis rolled her eyes and scrolled through the photos that Taylor’s boss had sent her. The phone chirped with another incoming MMS. “She keeps sending more. How many did she take?”
The hum was incessant and deafening. Taylor hated everything about on-call duty. She hated sleeping in the cage, she hated being tied to the room, and most importantly, she hated that she lost her weekends to it. The only possible upside could be she was totally alone in the building.
Half an hour after the ops team left that day, she turned off the alarm on the emergency exit, and stepped outside for cigarette. “Remind me why I applied to work here?” She sent a text to her girlfriend.
Payton climbed off the bus, holding her backpack over one shoulder. Her short, buzzed, hair and baggy clothing disguised her gender well enough that the teachers at school often chastised her about using the wrong rest room. She hefted her bag higher on her back and walked the rest of the way home from the bus stop.
“You’re not getting a car, Payton. Cars are dangerous, Payton.” She muttered to herself, mocking her parents. The fifteen year old girl huffed, and tried to put her annoyance out of her mind. She was turning sixteen tomorrow, and her parents promised her something just as special. “It’d better be special” she thought. They had her do all kinds of personality tests, and answer hundreds of questions on her tablet. The questions were mostly boring, but some of them were about her sex life and sexual preferences. Those questions made her feel weird.
Chelsea shot up from her bed with a gasp. She looked around the darkened room with wide, panicked eyes. Her heart pounded in her ears for what felt like forever.
Nothing. There was nothing in her room.
She wiped the sweat from her brow and swallowed hard a few times. She took a few deep breaths to calm down. “Just a dream” she muttered to herself. She looked at the clock. 2:30 AM.