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Story title : Nice Work If You Can Get It 

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Nice Work If You Can Get It (MF, v, satan)
by HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com)

***

Satanic fantasy - explores the idea of what you get if 
you imbue ordinary folk with unlimited powers. nasty with 
a touch of humnour.

***

This one is nasty. It is based on a story first piloted 
at the Black Spectre site. I tried initially to blend 
black humour in with the sex but found it very difficult 
to do well so after a while I just gave in to nastiness.

***

One - Satan is a little pissed.

"Get... it... sorted... out!" Satan roared, each word 
punctuated by a ball of fire, which engulfed the charred 
figure cowering in the corner of the elegantly furnished 
room. In reality they were in a chamber deep in the earth 
but Satan preferred a homely touch by making the room 
appear to be a wood-lined study as might have been used 
by a middle class intellectual some time in the late 18th 
century. 

The room was lined with several bookshelves filled with 
ancient tomes. On one wall a log fire burned adding to 
the overwhelming heat of the place. Satan sat behind a 
large oak desk littered with files and sheets of paper. 
He chose to wear a tweed suit with plus fours trousers 
giving the appearance of a wealthy landowner about to 
embark on a shoot. However, I digress.

Satan, you know - old nick, the devil, he of the 
sulphurous breath - was not a happy bunny. For the last 
few centuries his popularity had been in decline. The 
burning of witches both in Europe and the America's 
during the 14th, 15th and 16th centuries had seen the end 
of his last concerted presence on earth. 

What really irritated him that more recent characters of 
evil disposition such as Hitler and Bin Laden hadn't even 
been on his team. They were being evil on their own 
behaves, not his. What was the world coming to? What he 
needed was to increase his profile on earth maybe with a 
little change in PR. Evil needed to become trendy. He 
needed more souls to fuel the fires of hell before things 
got too cold down there. The  problem was finding the 
right way of doing it. 

This returned his attention to the incompetent idiot 
cringing before him. Cribbens had seemed an ideal 
candidate when he was directed downwards on his death. A 
creeping sycophant who would do anything for his master. 
Unfortunately Cribbens proved to lack that flair for 
creativity that the task demanded - the idiot was only 
suitable for routine tasks involving no imagination.

Ernest Cribbens had been the chief clerk for an 
import/export company in the late 18th century. As such 
he had been an insufferable pedant who had made his 
staff's lives intolerable. The work of the clerks under 
his supervision had been subject the constant scrutiny 
with every slightest error or fault subject to 
unreasonable criticism. 

What was worse was that he had sole command over the 
continued employment of every one of his staff. 
Everything had to be done to a strict routine by rote. 
Even his wife had to admit that sex with him was so 
boring that she fell asleep during the first time he 
shagged her on their honeymoon.

It had come as quite a shock to Ernest that when he shed 
his mortal coil that he should find himself working for 
an even worse taskmaster than himself. Satan took the 
adjective "unreasonable" to new extremes. What really 
perplexed Ernest was that although he was now immortal, 
every blast of flame hurt as much if not more than they 
would have done when he was alive. It was so unfair.

Ernest was Satan's chief gofer. Every minor task was his.

"Well? What are you going to do to get me back into the 
popularity polls?" Satan bellowed.

"W-w-well, we could send a new antichrist onto earth," 
Ernest ventured to suggest.

"Sod, that." Satan retorted, "We've tried that. You know 
damn well it's a load of bollocks getting some kid and 
tattooing '666' on his arse and expecting that to do the 
trick. I want a fast and effective solution."

"B.b.but, the rules are fixed on what you are allowed to 
do." Ernest whimpered, expecting to be engulfed in fire 
for his temerity. He wasn't disappointed as Satan obliged 
with the biggest jet of flame yet.

"I set the rules here," he growled. "What you will do is 
find a candidate already living on earth. I will then 
imbue him or her with the necessary abilities and powers 
to act as my agent on earth. Now stop sodding about and 
find me that certain special person."

"A.a.at once," Ernest snivelled and he ran from the room 
closely followed by a red-hot trident hurled by his less 
than happy master.

On his return to the chamber where he worked, Ernest 
kicked his scrying mirror in frustration.

"Soddit, why can't that bastard give me a break," he 
snarled in frustration.

"I heard that!" Satan's voice thundered and a showed of 
red-hot rocks fell upon Ernest's unworthy form.

Groaning with pain, Cribbens crawled from beneath the 
pile of glowing rocks. Patting himself to extinguish the 
smouldering areas of his skin, he sat down in front of 
the scrying mirror. This rather clever device allowed 
Cribbens to scan the surface of the earth and view anyone 
we wanted.

"Where to start?" he sighed, realising that he had a vast 
number of people to consider. "I know, London is a good 
place, fully of nasty people." He touched the mirror 
which, after a moment focused onto a London street 
teeming with people. This was going to take days, if not 
weeks.

With a sigh of despair Cribbens set to work. 

Two - Darren

Darren Bell was a nerd in its fullest sense. He had 
absolutely no redeeming features. Eighteen years old, he 
was born and still lived in the east end of London. 
Envisage the stereotypical type - greasy hair, spotty, 
thick glasses, scruffy clothes, rampant body odour and a 
tendency towards excessive masturbation. 

The kids at school almost universally considered him to 
be a complete tosser and took great delight in kicking 
the shit out of him at every opportunity. OK, you might 
consider this to be unreasonable and brutal but the 
simple fact is that Darren deserved it. He was obnoxious 
and he didn't give a fuck about anyone. In other words, 
trailer trash of the worst kind. 

There was something about Darren, difficult to identify, 
which automatically got people's backs up. Just five 
seconds were needed by anyone meeting him to conclude 
that they loathed him. Add to this a huge fund of 
resentment which increased with every beating he took at 
school and you have a particularly nasty piece of work.

Surprisingly, Darren was intelligent, in fact extremely 
intelligent - some might even say a genius. He directed 
all his intellectual energies to a deep interest in the 
occult. At school he did the bare minimum of work 
sufficient to keep the teachers off his back - it won't 
surprise you that the teachers hated him as much at the 
kids. He didn't actually set out to piss people off. 

The reality was that Darren had no patience for anyone 
who he didn't consider to be his intellectual equal. As 
soon as he realised that a teacher or fellow pupil didn't 
rate up to his standards then he simply ignored them.

Apart from his interest in the occult, Darren obtained 
pleasure from two hobbies. Firstly, he was a fan of 
Dungeons and Dragons and spent many hours playing the 
game with a small group of friends. His second interest 
was voyeurism - Darren was a pervert of the highest 
order.

Darren's interest in voyeurism went back a long way. His 
father had been arrested years previously for indecent 
behaviour. It transpired that he had had a habit of 
putting his hand up women's skirts or touching their tits 
when he travelled to and from work on the train. 

The large number of people squeezed on the train during 
rush hour gave him plenty of chances to brush 
'accidentally' against female passengers. He had 
disappeared after serving his prison sentence leaving 
Darren's mother to look after Darren and his three 
sisters.

 His family lived in a small house, which hardly had 
enough space to hold them. Darren's sisters shared a 
room, his mother had her own and Darren was left with the 
smallest bedroom in the house - almost a boxroom.

With exceptional cunning Darren had fitted tiny solid-
state cameras in the bathroom and the other bedrooms. He 
had bought these, along with the necessary software from 
a shop specialising in surveillance equipment. He could 
now sit at his PC watching everything which went on in 
the bathroom and his mother's and sister's rooms.

Three - Gillian gets shafted

Darren lay relaxing in his bath. Eyes closed he gently 
rubbed his rigid cock while pondered the future. His 
reverie was suddenly broken by frantic pounding on the 
bathroom door.

"Who's in there?" called out a female voice. It was 
Gillian, Darren's oldest and most hated sister. Gillian 
was nineteen and worked in a shoe shop. Because all the 
other kids were still at school she liked to act as 
though she ruled the house. Darren's younger sisters 
meekly did what Gillian told them but Darren just treated 
her with contempt.

"How long are you going to be in there?" Gillian shouted.

"As long as it takes, fuck off!" Darren's reply was 
dismissive.

"I need the toilet!" Gillian pleaded.

"The doors unlocked, feel free to use it." Darren was 
enjoying his control of the situation.

Gillian was desperate. If she didn't shit really soon she 
was going to have a nasty accident. She rushed into the 
bathroom, pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet. 
The room filled with the noise of her body emptying. Soon 
after there came the foul stench of her waste.

"Fucking hell" What have you been eating? A curry?" 
Darren complained. He opened his eyes to see his haughty 
sister squatting on the toilet, her face red with 
embarrassment. He had seen Gillian taking a dump through 
his spy camera but this was much better. Grudgingly 
Darren admired her naked legs and thighs, which were 
really very shapely. She did, however, look ridiculous 
with her white panties around her ankles. She noticed his 
stare.

"Seen enough?" she snapped.

"I've seen better," Darren lied.

Gillian blushed. The situation was intolerable. What was 
worse, Darren had been partly right. She had gone on a 
date with her boyfriend the previous evening. After a few 
drinks and a curry, they had gone for a drive down the 
local 'lovers lane'. Bill, her boyfriend, was hung like a 
horse and was always complaining that her cunt was too 
small to take all of him. Even a blowjob didn't satisfy 
him. 

In spite of her best efforts Gillian could not take more 
than a few inches of him into her mouth. Deep throat was 
an impossibility. He had been begging her for a few weeks 
to let him fuck her arse. Last night she finally agreed. 
What a mistake.

Bill had been pathetically grateful as he fed his ten-
inch cock into her chocolate starfish. He was pretty 
gentle but it was still uncomfortable. Slowly he had fed 
in every last centimetre of his pink flute. What was 
worse was that Bill had been watching too many porn films 
and shouted "Come on you bitch, take all my throbbing 
cock," at the top of his voice as he shagged her arse 
fiercely so that his balls slapped noisily against her 
cunt.

 Sadly, Bill's load was always huge and Gillian was soon 
left with a sore arse full to the brim of Bill's juice. 
She spent the rest of the evening terrified to fart in 
case she filled her pants.

Now she was reaping the benefit of a curry and a dose of 
man juice - a huge volume of shit with the consistency of 
sloppy porridge.

Finally her tortured bowels stopped blasting forth and 
she began to ponder what payback she would illicit from 
Bill and Darren. Bill was history - she had no desire to 
have her delicate butt hole reamed again. As for Darren.

"Well, well, look what pants my big fashion conscious 
sister wears on a Saturday! Which charity shop did you 
buy those from?" Gillian's plotting was interrupted by 
Darren's shout of amusement.

Dammit, Gillian's underwear of choice was a tiny black 
thong, which slip snugly up the crack of her arse - very 
trendy, very sexy. Unfortunately all her thongs were in 
the wash and she had to wear an old pair of cotton 
"granny pants" she found at the back of her panty drawer.

"Wait until I tell the guys at school." Darren began but 
not bothering to finish because he knew he had Gillian 
firmly by the short hairs.

Gillian knew she was about to be shafted. The last thing 
she needed was to have her street credibility wrecked by 
rumours concerning her underwear. For once she was going 
to have to do a deal with Darren.

"OK, you little shit, what will buy your silence?" she 
hissed venomously.

"Nothing. just yet. There will come a day when I will 
claim your debt," he replied enigmatically.

Gillian had finished shitting and Darren continued to 
watch as she struggled to wipe her arse without revealing 
too much of her body to Darren.

"Can't I even wipe my arse without you watching?" she 
pleaded. 

"Nah, I like the view," Darren was enjoying himself.

Gillian finished cleaning herself in silence and pulled 
up her panties, no longer caring that Darren got a flash 
of her hairy beaver. She flushed the toilet and stormed 
out of the bathroom.

"Don't forget to wash your hands," Darren called out with 
a chuckle.


Four - Brenda

Brenda lay on her bed wanking. Moaning loudly she eased 
herself to her third orgasm that afternoon, the huge 
dildo pounding In and out of her slobbering cunt. Brenda 
always lubricated heavily and a huge wet stain had spread 
across the bed cover from her arse. Her mother would 
complain about the mess but Brenda didn't really care. 
She could imagine the comments to come:

"Have you been wanking again? Why can't get a nice 
boyfriend instead of spending all day messing up your 
bed."

Brenda had a very open relationship with her mother who, 
if anything, was more sex mad than her. Brenda's mother 
was currently shagging a West Indian who, if her mother 
was to be believed, had a twelve-inch dong. Her mother 
had offered to let him give Brenda a good shafting but 
Brenda wasn't interested. 

Guys were too much of a hassle and she had no time for 
all to emotional baggage that relationships brought. She 
knew her own body well and with the help of a decent 
dildo could orgasm as many times as she needed.

Brenda was a paradox. On the one hand she was an 
extremely attractive brunette who had been blessed with a 
body to die for. Her 36D tits, which hadn't the slightest 
droop, were tipped with large dark nipples. These 
combined with her trim waist and nicely rounded butt 
meant that she always caught the guys' eyes when she 
walked down the street. She grew her wavy hair long down 
almost to her waist.

Contrary to all these attributes, Brenda was indifferent 
to attracting men. She habitually wore jeans and loose 
sweaters. She never shaved her body - both her crotch and 
pits being heavily hirsute. Although she washed regularly 
and didn't smell excessively, the girls at school 
associated her hairiness with a lack cleanliness and they 
tended to avoid her. 

Not that she cared. 

School was a pain in the arse and  Brenda took every 
opportunity to bunk off - usually to spend time with her 
dildo. She had few friends but again she couldn't care 
less.

Brenda was in the same class as Darren and since both 
were outcasts they were drawn together. They also had a 
common interest in the occult. They regularly met either 
in the local park or at each other's homes to chat. As 
far as Brenda was concerned this was a purely platonic 
relationship. As for Darren, the sooner he got to check 
out the contents of Brenda's pants, the better.

Five - Paydirt

For several days Cribbens sat, red eyed, in front of his 
scrying mirror. As time went on his muttered curses 
became more venomous.

"Isn't there one single fucking person in London with an 
ounce of nastiness?" he snarled.

 Just when he feared that he would never succeed his gaze 
fell upon Darren and Brenda walking in the park. He 
immediately saw a strong red aura surrounding the two of 
them.

"Gotcha!" he shouted as he danced a jig.

He ran around punching the air.

"Who's the man. Who's the man." she shouted.

Quickly Cribbens ran down to Satan's chamber.

"Boss! Boss! I've found them," he shouted.

Satan was busy receiving blowjob from a huge fat woman as 
Cribben's burst in. He shuddered as he blew a huge wad 
down her throat and turned to Cribbens.

"Can't a guy get blown in peace any more? What have you 
found, idiot?" he snarled.

"I.I've found some one to serve you on earth, your 
wonderfulness. In fact I've found two." Cribbens groveled 
on the floor.

"Show me!"

Cribbens activated a scrying mirror on Satan's desk and 
twisted a control. The mirror shimmered and then focused 
on Darren and Brenda. Satan quickly studied the images.

"Ah yes! Excellent work, these will do nicely. Their 
auras indicate a most satisfactory tendency to evil. Now 
bugger off Cribbens, I'm getting another hard on. I will 
deal with matters from now on."

Cribbens scuttled off and the fat woman resumed sucking.

Six - Contact is made

Darren's dream was vivid. He was walking down a narrow 
street somewhere in London. The sky was overcast and a 
gloomy purple colour. It was raining and the street 
deserted. Any other time he would have felt deep unease - 
a sense of wrongness. 

Instead, for some indefinable reason he experienced great 
excitement and a sense of anticipation. Something down 
this street was calling to him. Looking up Darren saw a 
street sign, "Hatch Lane". Then he awoke.

Darren knew that he had to visit Hatch Lane. There was 
something waiting for him there.

He spoke to Brenda at the earliest opportunity next day 
at school. His enthusiasm was infectious and they agreed 
that there was something interesting going on and they 
would visit Hatch Lane the following Saturday.

In every detail Hatch Lane was exactly as Darren recalled 
it from his dream. The street was narrow with old 
warehouses on both sides. The street looked as though it 
had escaped from a Charles Dickens novel. As they turned 
the corner they saw a small bookshop. They looked each 
other - somehow they knew this was the place.

The shop was old and dingy. The peeling painted sign 
announced "Edgar Roth - antique and rare books." The 
window was obscured with dust making it difficult to see 
inside.

A bell pinged as Darren opened the door and they entered 
the gloomy shop. The shop was a riot of untidiness - not 
only were the bookshelves packed but there were stacks of 
books on the floor. A old man shuffled into the floor 
from an office to the rear.

"Welcome, welcome." he lisped in an east European accent. 
"I don't see many young peoples in my shop. Please look 
around, I'm sure I have just the thing for you." He 
shuffled back into the office.

Darren and Brenda felt a thrill of excitement and began 
looking through books. Most of the shop's contents 
covered the more obscure subjects such as medieval 
history, the occult and alchemy. Darren was enthralled, 
not knowing which book the examine first. He felt, 
however, something drawing him to a dark corner of the 
shop. 

He allowed his instincts to draw him to a pile of dusty 
books on the floor. He rummaged through the books until 
he reached a thin book. Almost unconsciously he took the 
book. It comprised of three parchment pages bound in a 
fine leather cover. The pages were covered in hand 
written text - Latin if he wasn't mistaken. He didn't 
know why but he had the strongest of urges to possess the 
book.

As Darren approached the counter the old man re-emerged. 

"Ah, a fine volume. You have excellent taste my boy."

"How much is the book?" Darren's mouth was dry with 
excitement.

"Hmmm, its very rare. Thirteenth century." The man rubbed 
his chin in thought.

Darren panicked - he wasn't going to be able to afford 
the book.

"I tell you what, young man. I will take whatever money 
you have in your pockets."

Darren emptied his pockets. There was six pounds in all.

The man took the money. "Exactly the price I had in 
mind."

"Enjoy the book." 

He smiled and returned to his office the old man 
whispered, "It was always going to be yours anyway."

They examined the book on the bus back. It was Brenda who 
noticed a large nipple on the back cover.

"Shit!! Its bound in human female skin." She gasped.

"Nah it isn't!" Darren disbelievingly replied taking the 
book from her. He examined the cover closely, finally 
coming to the same conclusion. The book was most 
definitely bound with human leather. "Sorry, you're 
right." He conceded.

When they got to Darren's house the two of them scanned 
the pages. Darren had studied Latin and was able to 
decipher some of the text.

"As far as I can make out, this is a ritual for summoning 
the devil."

"Cool!!! How does it work?" Brenda was seriously excited.

"We need to gather some ingredients and perform a ritual 
inside a pentacle." 

"What ingredients?" Brenda asked.

Darren had reached the limits of his grasp of Latin and 
he started thumbing through a dictionary.

"Ugggh, some pretty nasty stuff actually." He finally 
replied.

"Go on, tell me," Brenda was almost manic with 
excitement.

"Well you asked for it," Darren sighed.

"We need some shit and menstrual blood from a virgin 
female. The pubic hair from the brother or sister of the 
summoner. Incense.  And semen. And a live sacrifice. I 
don't see how we can get all these."

"I've never been fucked so I'm a virgin." Brenda grinner. 
"I'll donate some crap and a used tampon. I don't have 
any brothers or sisters."

Darren pondered a moment.

"I can arrange some pubic hair and spunk and the next 
door neighbour has a cat which is always pissing me off. 
Mum has some aromatherapy incense."

"Great, I'm on the rag now, so I can let you have the 
ingredients immediately. Do you have a couple of plastic 
bags." Brenda was keen to start.

Darren found two plastic freezer bags in the kitchen and 
Brenda went to the bathroom. She soon returned with the 
bags containing her donations to the proceedings.

Seven -Game on

"You remember how you asked me what I needed help me keep 
quiet about your sexy pants?" Darren asked Gillian that 
evening.

"What do you want?" she sighed.

"Some of your beaver hair will do nicely?"

Gillian's jaw dropped in horror.

"You fucking pervert, why do you want that?"

"Nothing you need worry about. I've got some scissors so 
let's get to work."

"Give me the scissors and I'll do it, but you're not 
watching." Gillian gave in.

"No deal, you might cheat. You do it here and now."

"Bastard," Gillian snarled and with a sigh of resignation 
dropped her jeans and pants to reveal a thick brown bush. 
She snipped off a tiny tuft and began to dress.

"Oh no, I want it all," Darren stopped her.

"Fuck you, you little shit," Gillian was really pissed 
but had no choice.

Slowly, bit by bit, Gillian cut off her bush until she 
was left with a stubble covered pussy. Darren put the 
hair into a small plastic bag as Gillian dressed.

"Thank you dear sister, my lips are now sealed."

"They had better be or one day you will die horribly, you 
little shit."

She stormed out of the room without another word.

Catching the neighbour's cat was a little tricky. The 
animal was a miserable bastard, which had scratched 
Darren several times in the past. He put a piece of fish 
on the path and hid. When the cat appeared and began to 
eat the fish Darren threw a sack over the beast. The cat 
struggled - snarling and spitting - but was securely 
captured.

A quick search around the house located some aromatherapy 
incense, a wok, some candles and some chalk. Darren 
phoned Brenda and they agreed to meet at an disused 
warehouse at ten o'clock.

Eight - Contact!

Darren reached the warehouse just before ten and began 
drawing a chalk pentacle on the floor. Following the 
diagram in the book he was carefully completing his work 
as Brenda arrived. She helped him by setting out and 
lighting candles at the required points in the pentacle. 
The wok was placed in the middle of the pentacle.

Carefully chanting the words set out in the book they 
added the turd, tampon and pubic hair to the wok. 

Darren opened his pants and pulled out his dick and began 
wanking furiously - an unsuccessfully. His cock failed to 
rise to the occasion, remaining small and shrivelled.

Brenda watched his pathetic attempts to rub life into his 
wiener with amusement - she didn't have that sort of 
problem with her dildo.  

"Move over, dipstick, we'll be here all night," she 
sighed as she unfastened his pants and pulled them down. 
She gripped his cock in her warm fingers, immediately 
causing it to stiffen. Skillfully she wanked him for a 
couple of minutes before shoving her finger firmly up his 
butt-hole. His immediate reaction was a squawk  of 
surprise followed rapidly by a gasp of pleasure as he 
came. Brenda deftly directed his cock so that all his 
gism fell neatly into the wok. 

Darren poured some paraffin into the wok and set it 
alight. The warehouse began to fill with foul smelling 
smoke. Darren put on some leather gloves and pulled the 
cat from the sack. He slit its throat as they chanted the 
next part of the incantation. A jet of blood spurted into 
the wok. The smoke thickened and they were choking as the 
shouted out the last mystic phrases.

Nothing happened.

Darren looked at Brenda.

"I'm sure we said the words correctly."

"Try again," Brenda suggested.

Carefully they repeated the invocation.

Again nothing happened.

"One more time with feeling," Darren was getting annoyed.

Again the repeated the words, this time shouting them 
loudly. As they reached the last phrase they heard a 
smooth voice behind them.

"Enough already, I heard you the first time. Why is it 
that one always gets a call at the most inconvenient 
time?"

They turned to see a man leaning nonchalantly against a 
pillar. He was well groomed man with slicked back hair 
and a thin moustache. He was dressed in an Italian silk 
suit and Gucci shoes.

"I was busy torturing a politician and a lawyer and 
couldn't get away immediately."

"A. a. are you him?" Darren asked, his throat dry with 
shock.

"Yep, I'm me. And I must say I'm pleased to meet you. I 
have a little proposition for you but first let us go 
somewhere more comfortable."

Satan casually waved his hand. There was a flash, a crash 
of thunder and Darren and Brenda found themselves in 
Satan's study. The intense heat hit them.

"Sorry, you're not used to this, let me turn down the 
heat."

Again he made a subtle movement with his hand and the 
room cooled to a normal temperature.

"Sit down and relax," Satan invited, pointing at the 
sumptuous leather couch.

"Now, my researchers tell me that you both have a little 
interest in the occult and matters evil. Is that 
correct?"

"Er, yes I suppose so." Darren felt overwhelmed by 
events.

"Good. How would you like to work for me?"

"Ooh yes please," Brenda squealed.

"Right well listen carefully. I have two problems. First 
I need to improve my image. I need more people to support 
my cause. To achieve that I need to spread corruption 
amongst the population. The second problem is that I need 
souls to help keep hell warm. That is easily achieved by 
bumping off a few people. Can you do these little tasks?"

Darren and Brenda exchanged looks of confusion.

"How do we corrupt people and what do we get out of it?" 
Darren asked.

"Oh I'll give you some help with that." Satan replied. 
"Your reward will be immortality and some unusual 
powers."

"You've got a deal." Brenda interjected.

"Excellent. Now to give you some powers. Kneel down." 
Satan grinned.

The two kids complied and Satan walked over, opening his 
fly. He eased out a huge cock and waved it in front of 
their faces. 

"Brenda, make it hard."

Brenda had never been so close to a dick and the sight of 
this foot long monster was mesmerising. She grasped it 
and slipped its end into her mouth. The cock was huge 
forcing her to open her mouth wide. It had a musky, 
sweaty taste, which she found highly arousing. She was 
amazed how the cock stiffened filling her mouth 
completely. A thick salty fluid began oozing from its 
end. 

There must have been something in the fluid because 
Brenda felt her body flood with heat. Her tits felt as 
though they were hardening and her cunt flooded with 
juice, which soaked her pants and began to dribble down 
her inner thighs.

"Darren's turn," Satan interrupted her pleasure.

Darren didn't really like the idea of sucking someone's 
cock but he couldn't back out. He initially gagged as the 
cock was forced into his mouth and down his throat. As 
Satan's juices filled his mouth he felt the same heat as 
Brenda had. His cock stiffened so much that he thought it 
would split his pants. Sucked avidly at the cock taking 
as much as possible down his throat. Satan grinned.

"Time for a little gift."

Suddenly Darren's mouse filled with a thick fluid, which 
seemed to writhe as though it contained living objects. 
The fluid burned and he felt his body fill with agonising 
pain, which consumed him. With a groan Darren fainted.

Brenda realised what was happening when she saw a dribble 
of white fluid escape from Darren's mouth. 

"Shit, he's coming in his mouth," she realised.

She gasped in horror as his body went rigid, his head 
bent back, the sinews of his neck standing proud. Finally 
he slumped to the ground.

"Your turn." She heard Satan speak as his cock was thrust 
into her mouth. Immediately his gism poured into her. 
Brenda pissed herself as the agony hit her before 
unconsciousness came.

Some time later the two kids awoke. Satan was sat at his 
desk smoking a cigar while he pushed a red hot poker up 
the arse of a priest.

"Ah you're awake. Did you know that this priest managed 
to bugger two hundred choir boys over ten years. He died 
when outraged parents set fire to his house. Anyway, how 
do you feel?"

The kids felt strange. Their bodies felt hard, powerful. 
They felt as though they could crush rocks.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You two lucky people now have 
part of me inside of you. You have powers which all other 
humans can only dream of. No-one can kill you. Any injury 
will heal within seconds. You can change your body at 
will. If you want a three foot cock Darren, just will it. 
You can fuck as long as you want, come as many times as 
you want. You gism will corrupt any person it touches. 
Brenda, your cunt juices will have the same effect. You 
can also corrupt someone by just touching them and 
willing it."

"I've set up a little 'pied a terre' at 11 Golden Square 
- nicely located to help your work. I have provided all 
the facilities you might need to assist you and there is 
a significant amount of capital deposited in the merchant 
bank. One of my most trustworthy slaves is available to 
assist you. All you need to do is get out there and do my 
work. Just one warning, don't let me down. I wouldn't 
like it."

With a flash of light and a clap of thunder  the kids 
were dismissed.

Nine - To work

They returned to Brenda's bedroom. They looked at each 
other in disbelief.

"Did that really happen?" Brenda asked.

"I don't know. I feel sort of strange but unlimited 
powers? I don't feel omnipotent." Darren pondered. He 
looked at his watch and looked surprised.

"Have you noticed, it's ten o'clock in the morning. Where 
have we been for the last twelve hours? Let's go and try 
an experiment."

They left the house and walked down to the high street. 
The area was busy with people shopping. Darren noticed a 
girl he knew from school. She was in the sixth form and 
had a seriously arrogant attitude. Darren walked up to 
her.

"Morning Gina," he smiled at her.

She looked at him as though he was a large dog turd, 
which she had just trodden on. She chose not to speak to 
him and turned to walk away. To put it politely, Gina was 
not one of the thinnest girls around. Someone polite 
might call her a plumper, but Darren preferred the term 
"lardy". Darren had been fascinated by the huge mounds 
that nestled beneath her blouse for some time and this 
convinced him that she would make an excellent 
experimental subject.

Darren touched her hand and spoke.

"Don't you think it's very hot today. You need to strip 
off to get cool before you walk home."

Gina nodded and began to remove her clothes. As Gina 
pulled off her blouse Brenda gave a giggle.

"Now that is a bra and a half."

Darren had to agree. Gina's bra had to be seriously 
strong to hold her huge tits. As she eased off her bra he 
tits flopped down onto her belly. Brenda gave a gasp - 
although Darren couldn't be sure if she was surprised or 
envious.

Shoppers stopped forming a crowd watching as Gina 
stripped down to the buff. Finally she was naked.

"Time to go home, Gina, but I think you should dance." 
Darren whispered.

Gina heard him and leaving her clothes in a pile on the 
pavement headed off down the street prancing and leaping 
as she went. Darren thoroughly enjoyed the site of Gina's 
broad, wobbling butt as she disappeared into the 
distance.

"Well, that answers my question," Gina giggled. "Let's go 
and check out the place in Golden Square.

They sat quietly during the bus journey into the centre 
of London, each immersed in their own thoughts. Brenda 
remembered the wonderful feeling of arousal that had 
flooded her body as she had sucked Satan's cock. The hot, 
throbbing feeling inside her cunt, the floods of juices 
pouring from her. Never before had she been so excited.

Darren was preoccupied with the power, which he had been 
granted. The way he had been able to force Gina to strip 
- the possibilities seemed endless. The sight of Gina's 
body had been amazing. Her huge tits threaded with blue 
veins and their wide brown nipples. He wished he had been 
able to feel their weight in is hands. He vowed that at 
the earliest opportunity he would subvert a nicely 
overweight girl.

Ten - Sub-Vert Inc

Golden Square sits close to the west end of London within 
easy reach of the pubs, clubs and strip joints of Soho. 
The square had a small garden in its centre surrounded by 
tall office buildings and the ear, nose and throat 
hospital. 11 Golden Square was a tall, four story, 
Georgian building. 

Brenda and Darren walked up the steps to the building. 
The were faced with a huge door painted in deep blue and 
fitted with a solid brass knocker and a brass knob in 
it's centre. Strangely, the door was not fitted with a 
key hole.

There was a polished brass plaque to the left of the 
door. On it was inscribed the simple name "Sub Vert Inc." 
It took them just a moment to recognise the relevance of 
the name to their satanic task. Darren rapped on the door 
using the knocker. In a moment the door was opened by a 
tall man dressed in a grey suit.

"Welcome Sir and Madam," he spoke with a deep sonorous 
voice. "Prey enter."

They were greeted by a man immaculately dressed in a pin 
stripe suit. He was over six foot tall and looked like a 
bouncer in a night club. He had a broken nose, a scar 
down one cheek and a shaven head. He looked seriously 
hard. The description "Nazi torturer" somehow sprang into 
Darren's mind. 

They were astonished at the luxury of the hall as they 
entered. The walls were papered in an authentic Georgian 
paper, the floor covered with a plush maroon carpet, all 
light fittings were polished brass and light was provided 
by a huge crystal chandelier. On the walls were fine old 
paintings.

The butler ushered them into the lounge and served tea. 
The lounge was every bit as sumptuous as the hall. 

"Madam, Sir, my name is Gunther. Our master has 
instructed me to assist your work in any way I can. This 
house is fully equipped to meet all your needs. Should 
you require anything else, there are unlimited funds 
available. Allow me to show you around."

Brenda grinned at Darren. This guy was unreal.

The ground floor was set out for entertaining guests. 
Lounge, huge dining room both decorated and furnished to 
perfection. There was also a cinema room fitted with a 
huge plasma screen and fabulous sound system. On the 
first floor were three huge bedrooms, each with en suite 
bathrooms. Each bathrooms was fitted with a huge Jacuzzi. 
The basement was dedicated to serious work - a fully 
equipped dungeon with every possible implement for 
torture. Darren sighed with bliss, gently picking up and 
admiring his tools - he was going to have fun.

Eleven - Brenda goes hunting

Darren sat relaxing in the lounge watching some porn on 
the TV. He was well impressed with his new home. All the 
luxuries he could ask for without any of the grief from 
his mother or sisters. His mother had been a little 
pissed when he told her he was leaving. She tried to tell 
him that he was too young to be leaving home, anyway 
where was he going to live. Darren listened to her moan 
for ten minutes before acting. 

He gave her a full and very deep French kiss, his tongue 
pushing deep into her mouth. At first, eyes wide in shock 
and making muffled noises of protest, she tried to push 
him off. As Darren's spit flooded her mouth she felt 
Satan's will fill her. She relaxed and Darren released 
her. She had an expression of confusion, both 
understanding her change but also uncertain. 

"Go forth and spread the word." Darren commanded.

She nodded. That evening each of Darren's sisters 
received "the word" through a kiss from their mother.

Deep in thought, he didn't hear Brenda come into the 
room. She had been having a bath and was wearing a 
bathrobe. 

"I'm going on the pull, what do you think." She called 
out as she dropped the robe to the ground. Brenda was 
nude. Not only that, she had changed. Her magnificent 
tits and hairy beaver had disappeared. She had used her 
satanic abilities to metamorphose. She had a slim body, 
tiny B cup tits and completely hairless slit. She had 
tied her now blonde hair into plaits. Her labia hung low 
like a pair of dog's tongues. Spreading her legs she 
tugged them with her fingers.

Darren gurgled with surprise and delight.

"I always wanted big cunt flaps so I thought I'd grow 
them a bit. What do you think?"

"Nice. They would be even better with some piercings."

"Hmmm, nice idea, maybe next time. I'm going to look for 
a pervert. I figured that I should change my appearance 
as a disguise. Do you think I look right?"

"Bloody marvellous," he finally croaked.

Brenda grinned and left the room. She returned a little 
later dressed in a mini skirt and tight blouse. She 
lifted her skirt to show a navy blue thong. She had used 
her satanic powers to re-grow her hymen - a little 
authenticity never went amiss.

"See you later."

Harry Jarvis was a long distance lorry driver. He also 
was a filthy and thoroughly disgusting piece of shit. He 
had just arrived in London with a load from Poland and 
after five days on the road and he smelt like a hyena. 
While most lorry drivers used showers at the motorway 
services, Harry just couldn't be bothered. He had lived 
and slept in his clothes for two weeks.

He left the "Sunset Strip" in Greek Street with a raging 
hard-on. He had spent the last couple of hours staring a  
half a dozen slim pole dancers. All of them had tiny tits 
and shaven beavers - trying to look a lot younger than 
they were. One girl was different. She was tiny with a 
smooth, hairless cunt. The barman had told him that she 
was a first year at university and she was stripping to 
pay her way.

Harry had slipped a ten note into her garter and had 
received a lap dance in return. For a newbie she was 
highly skilled, bringing her body within inches of him 
without actually making contact. He itched to put his 
hands on her but knew that the bouncers would have kicked 
the shit out of him if he had done so. At one point she 
bent forward and pulled her arse cheeks wide. Her tight 
little butt hole was only a couple of inches from his 
face. Christ! He could smell the sweat of her crotch.

Harry needed relief - quickly. He slipped into the toilet 
to adjust his rock hard cock into a more comfortable 
position and left the club. He knew a whore who was half 
attractive, not quite as good as a tight young cunt but 
it would have to do. After all, a cunt is a cunt. Life 
was a bitch!

Brenda spotted Harry as he left the club. He was her 
mark! She leant against the wall and pretended to cry. 
Harry spotted her. "Oh fuck," he thought, "now she looks 
like fun."

He walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright kid?" he asked. "Can I help?"

Brenda looked up, wiping her red eyes.

"No, there's nothing anyone can do," she sobbed.

"What do you mean?"

"My boyfriend has just dumped me and just because I 
wouldn't go to bed with him. I want to be a virgin when I 
get married but he didn't understand."

She began crying again.

"Look darling, why don't you let me buy you a cup of 
coffee, unless you want something stronger.  You'll soon 
feel better. A bloke like that isn't worth it, a pretty 
girl like you will soon find someone better."

"Thank you, you're very kind but I just live up the road. 
Let me make you a coffee." She began to walk up Old 
Crompton Street.

Harry grinned - "game, set and match," he thought.

As they walked towards Golden Square Brenda sent a 
telepathic message to Darren.

"Got him in tow. Can you and Gunther keep out of the way.

"Will do. I'll use the hidden camera to video the fun if 
you want." Came the reply

"Great idea."

Harry was surprised at the sight of the building. 

"Nice place, is it yours?

"Yes, my father left it to me in his will," came a vague 
reply.

They entered the house. Brenda led the way into the 
kitchen and took the kettle to the sink to fill it.

Harry stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

"You need a real man to show you how things work," he  
growled. He pulled her around so she faced him." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Oh you know bitch. You know what I want and I bet you 
want it too. I bet your tight little cunt is wet and 
ready for fucking."

"No, I don't want to. I've never done it." Brenda 
struggled and kicked his leg guessing he would want her 
to play hard to get.

"Do what I tell you or you'll get a slapping. Open my 
pants."

Hands shaking, Brenda fumbled at his belt. Exquisitely 
slowly she unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His 
underpants were stained yellow with his piss and bulged 
from his cock. The stink was appalling. He pulled her 
face against him.

"Kiss my cock," he croaked.

Brenda knelt down and pressed her lips against his filthy 
pants. She reached up and pulled his pants down. His cock 
was huge and pressed against his fat, sagging belly. His 
body was thick with black hair. His bollocks were huge 
and hung loosely. 

She kissed his naked cock. It had a strong fish-like 
smell. Harry had spent a night in a brothel in Prague. In 
spite of the dangers of AIDS, all of the whores had, for 
an extra charge, been prepared to fuck without a rubber. 
His cock still carried the smell of the insides of the 
five women's cunts.

The smell and taste should have made Brenda want to puke. 
Her satanic possession changed all that. To her the taste 
was like nectar. She began sucking his cock. She teased 
his cock, first sucking softly, then hard, then running 
her tongue under his foreskin.

Harry was almost delirious with the pleasure. The little 
whore had been lying. She knew how to give serious head. 
He almost blew his load as she slowly eased his length 
into her mouth and down her throat until her lips pressed 
against his hairy belly. He had never been deep-throated 
before.
 
"Suck my balls." He gasped.

He gently wanked his cock as she tool each ball in her 
mouth.

"OK, we need somewhere comfortable to fuck"

Brenda led the way into the lounge.

"OK, strip."

Harry pulled off his clothes and sat on the couch as 
Brenda stripped. She was perfection. That tight,  
hairless body.

Finally she stood naked in front of him. Harry slipped 
his hand between her legs and cupped her tender cunt. Her 
slit was wet and he slid his finger in until he felt her 
tight hymen. He pushed his face between her legs and 
licked her cunt. The slightly salty taste of her juices 
was fabulous. 

"OK kid, sit on my cock."

Brenda spread her legs and lowered herself onto his cock. 
His cock head wedged into her pushing against her hymen. 
Roughly her pulled her down and he tore into her body. 
His cock buried deeply into her - it felt as though he 
was gripped by a tight wet fist. Brenda gave a scream of 
pain and Harry's cock became slicked with blood.

Frantically Harry rammed into her. After a few thrusts he 
burst into her, his spunk jetting. He lay back and Brenda 
settled down so that his whole cock was buried in her.

"Harry," she whispered.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"Never mind that. Here is a little present."

With a mental instruction he body metamorphosed back to 
her normal appearance.

"What the fuck." Harry couldn't understand how the girl 
was suddenly so much older, fatter, darker and hairier.

Suddenly he felt a burning pain in his cock. Tearing 
through him it felt as is someone was biting his cock 
with a thousand needle sharp teeth. That was exactly what 
was happening. Brenda had instructed the lining of her 
cunt to form into long spines, which tore into Harry's 
cock. His cock was firmly pinned from all directions, 
holding him deep inside her. His blood poured from his 
cock and dripped from Brenda's cunt.

Harry began to scream. The pain was horrendous.

"Is there a problem?" Brenda asked sweetly, wriggling her 
hips to increase the pain.

She played with Harry for a few more minutes but she 
realised that he was getting weak from loss of blood. She 
lifted herself from him. His trapped cock gripped inside 
her was torn from his body. Harry gave a final scream as 
he lost his cock and watched bemused as his blood poured 
from the torn stump.

Darren and Gunther came into the lounge just as Harry 
breathed his last. Brenda pulled the cock from inside 
herself and stuffed it in Harry's gaping mouth.

"Bravo madam, a masterpiece," Gunther applauded.

"Bloody right too. That is seriously good work my girl," 
came another voice. Satan had materialised in the 
doorway. "I appreciate some creativity. 

With a flash and a puff of purple smoke, Satan 
disappeared.

Twelve - "A little pain my dear?"

 Darren had enjoyed the way the Brenda had first seduced 
and then destroyed Harry. She had shown style and 
finesse. He decided that it was time he entered the fray.

To his irritation Darren had never had a first hand 
encounter with a girl. Not once had he had the pleasure 
of pushing hand up a girl' blouse to feel her tits or run 
his fingers over a hairy snatch. What he desired was 
dominance. He wanted to have a woman under his complete 
control so he could do whatever he wished. In his mind's 
eye he knew the type he desired. Large tits, brunette, 
hopefully with a hairy snatch and posh. He wanted to 
subjugate a stuck-up bird.

Rather like Brenda, he metamorphosed just a little to 
enhance his appearance. The spots disappeared, his hair 
became less greasy and his cock grew to a decent 8 inches 
(the girls like a large lunch box). He put on a white 
silk shirt, some grey slacks and black slip-on shoes. 
Looking suitably smooth Darren hailed a taxi.

His target was a wine bar in the financial centre of 
London. It was almost seven in the evening and the young 
braves who worked in the banks were drifting in for an 
after work drink. or six. Darren bought a bottle of Budd 
and sat at the bar, watching the door. He sat for an 
hour, nursing his drink, but no suitable target appeared.

Just as he was beginning to despair, the perfect woman 
came in. Medium height, she had long curly brunette hair, 
glasses and was dressed in a black two piece suit, a 
white blouse and black stockings or hose. He guessed she 
was in her mid twenties and, judging from the bulges 
under her jacket, she had a decent pair of tits.

The woman turned her back to Darren as she ordered her 
drink. Her skirt hugged her largish rear tightly. He 
could see the outline of her panties beneath the black 
cloth. Full size panties, not a thong.

Darren hopped off his bar stool and approached the woman.

"Let me buy you a drink," he offered.

The woman turned and looked at him as though he was a dog 
turd that she had stepped in.

"Piss off, I want a quiet drink without a creep like you 
trying to hit off on me." She hissed.

Anger flooded Darren. How dare she tell HIM to piss off. 
She was going to suffer. He touched her hand and before 
she could react he sent a telepathic instruction.

"You will come with me."

Her eyes glazed and without a word she followed as Darren 
left the wine bar. He hailed a taxi and they travelled 
back to Golden Square. Throughout the journey the woman 
sat still simply staring into space.

"This mind control is really something else," Darren 
pondered.

Once back at  the house Darren guided the woman to the 
basement.

"Remove your suit, blouse and shoes." He commanded.

She complied without a word and stood waiting.

Darren examined his victim with care. She wore a white 
bra, white panties and black hose. Her tits were full, 
probably 38D. She was slightly on the tubby side - very 
much to Darren's liking - so that the elastic of her hose 
dug a pleasing trench into her belly. 

He brought his face close to her and smelled her body. 
Nice! Perfume combined with a faint but sharp body odour 
- the result of a long hard day at work. He kissed her 
tasting her lipstick. He pushed his tongue between her 
lips but could go no further. Without his command her 
mouth remained closed.

He cupped her tits feeling their soft weight.

"Raise your arms."

She complied revealing that her pits were dusted with 
dark stubble. Again Darren sniffed. Her deodorant failed 
to hide the body smell in her pits. He licked, the sharp 
taste and rough stubble exciting him.

He moved behind her continuing his examination. Her 
panties had ridden partly into the crack of her rear, 
probably when she last pulled up her hose. He squeezed 
her exposed butt cheek - large and soft.

"OK, drop the hose and the bra."

Without hesitation she peeled off her hose and clipped 
her bra.

Darren was impressed. Her tits were full with just a 
little sag. The skin was pale, almost translucent so he 
could see the blue thread of her veins showing through. 
One or two long dark hairs curled from where they 
sprouted from her large, pink nipples. He cupped them in 
his hands and her nipples stiffened involuntarily to his 
touch. Gently he ran his hands down over her soft belly 
before cupping her crotch. 

The crotch of her panties were warm and damp from her 
body. He sniffed his hand - it  had the sharp smell of 
her musk with a hint of piss. Again he went behind her 
continuing his inspection. Grasping her panties he pulled 
them up firmly forming a 'wedgie' between her ripe 
buttocks. Holding the 'wedgie' firmly in one hand he 
slapped her rear hard with the other.

"Hmmm, nice fleshy rump, just how I like them. You know 
you've got quite a nice body. How do you like this?"

Darren thrust his hand between her thighs and rubbed the 
gusset of her panties against her crotch. As his hand 
moved to and fro he pushed the cloth into her cunt and 
butt hole. In spite of his control of her mind, her 
autonomic systems such as those controlling her sexual 
reactions behaved as normal. In spite of herself the 
woman's clit reacted to the friction and her panties 
flooded with juices.

"Yes, you do like it. Good, now take those panties off 
and given them to me."

She obeyed. Darren stood back and admired his captive. 
Now she was naked he could see her full brown bush - no 
evidence of trimming or shaving there. He could see the 
marks where her bra, panties and tights had gripped her 
flesh.

Satisfied with the quality of his catch Darren decide it 
was punishment time. He quickly fastened her to a frame, 
her hands and ankles clamped firmly in shackles so that 
her arms and legs were pulled wide. Once she was secure 
he touched her, sending a command releasing his 
influence.

Immediately her eyes lost their vacant appearance. Fury 
flashed across her face distorting her looks. She 
struggled violently for several minutes but was unable 
for free herself from the shackles. Finally realising how 
futile it was she stopped struggling. Gasping for breath 
she glared at Darren.

"Who the fuck  do you think you are, kidnapping me? Are 
you some sort of pervert, touching and licking me? Let me 
go at once, you are in deep shit!" Her voice was shrill 
and angry. Ever since he had taken command of her body 
she had been fully aware of everything that had happened 
but had been unable to do anything about it.

She continued to shout and threaten. Darren simply 
ignored her, letting her wear herself out.

"Finished? Now shut the fuck up." He finally spoke. "Like 
it or not, I am in control. You are mine to do with what 
I choose. What you need to ask yourself is 'Do I want to 
walk out of here alive or do I want to end up in a river 
without my head.'"

The woman went pale. The way Darren spoke chilled her 
soul. This bastard was either a lunatic or deadly 
serious. Suddenly she felt very frightened and began to 
cry quietly.

"You weren't complaining earlier when I was rubbing your 
twat. Your pants are soaking wet," he sneered.

She stayed silent.

"And look at the state of these pants. You've even got 
skid marks."

She was appalled at his insinuations and in spite of the 
danger she found her voice.

"I didn't before you started rubbing me, you were pushing 
them into me arse, you shit!"

"Well lady, it's your mess, you can clean them up for 
me."

He pinched her nose and pushed her panties into her 
opening mouth. She gagged as she tasted her own flavours. 
Darren pushed his hand against her crotch and pushed his 
finger into her. He grunted with disappointment has he 
realised she was no virgin.

"Hope your back door is still virgin 'cos I'm going to 
give you a serious reaming."

With that final remark he left the dungeon. He turned off 
the light and shut the door. He wanted to let her stew 
for a while. He joined Brenda in the lounge.

"I like the look of your mark. Are you going to snuff 
her?" Brenda grinned.

"No I thought Gunther might need an assistant. I think 
she'll make a good slave."

"Good, I rather fancy the idea of letting her give me 
head later. Are you going to fuck her?"

"Maybe but I want her arse first."

The dungeon was monitored by close circuit TV and 
microphones. Darren switched on the system and set the 
camera to night operation. The image of the woman 
appeared on the monitor with the characteristic green 
glow of a night camera. Her head was slumped and she was 
sobbing loudly. She was fidgeting and trying to clench 
her thighs.

"I think she needs the little girl's room," Brenda 
giggled. "Let's watch a while."

As time went by the woman became more animated. Twice she 
tried to call out but her panties proved to be an 
effective gag. Finally she could hold back no longer and 
she began to piss. The ill-directed jet flooded down her 
thighs soaking her legs and feet.

"I think she's been softened up a little," Darren mused 
aloud. "Time to go back to work - no peace for the 
wicked."

The woman jerked her head up as the dungeon light came 
on.

"Are you going to behave yourself?" Darren asked as he 
pulled her panties from her mouth.

"OK, what do you want," she sobbed.

"Good. Tell me all about yourself."

"C.. can you let me go?"

"Sorry, I don't know I can trust you just yet. Maybe 
later if you behave yourself. Now tell me about 
yourself."

"M.my name is Theresa Peters, I'm 25 and I live in 
Epping."

"So tell me Theresa, is there a special man in your 
life?"

"N.no, my partner is female."

"Was it a cock or a dildo which removed your hymen?"

"My partner did it."

What about your cute little brown starfish?"

"I don't understand?" 

"Your butt hole, you know, the thing you shit out of. Is 
that a virgin hole?"

"My anus is for one way traffic only!" Theresa was 
horrified at the idea.

"Wrong answer, my dear. Your ass is mine. You are going 
to get thoroughly reamed. But not yet. I love your tits, 
nice and big and soft, just perfect for binding."

Darren had visited a number of web sites dedicated to 
hard BDSM and torture and had developed a liking for tit 
binding. He loved to see bounds tits - hard and congested 
with blood. He longed to try it out. First he took a 
piece of rope - thin, soft and flexible - designed for 
the job. Lifting one tit he slipped the rope underneath 
and wrapped it around it's base - firmly but not too 
tight. 

He knew that cutting off the circulation too fiercely 
would cause permanent damage, not something he wanted to 
do. Skillfully, using techniques found on Japanese 
bondage sites he trussed her tits until they were firmly 
tied.

The woman moaned as the pain hit her but she also felt a 
warm pleasure flood through her.
  
Darren deftly manipulating some levers so that the frame 
folded, forcing Theresa to bend at the waist. Darren slid 
a cushioned bench under her to support her upper body. He 
then stripped giving Theresa a full view. His 
artificially enhanced 8 inch cock had now swollen to an 
erect 12 inches. Theresa looked at it in horror.

"Please! You can't put that in me, you'll hurt me." She 
begged.

"Now, now, I'm not a total monster. I have some KY jelly, 
that will help."

Theresa's ass was pointed in the air, exposing her butt 
hole. First, however, he rubbed her clit and in spite of 
herself Theresa felt herself become aroused - her cunt 
oozing even more. Darren had noticed this and took the 
opportunity to push his cock into her.

"Maybe a little natural lubrication will help"

Theresa gasped as he plunged himself into her. It didn't 
hurt - her partner had used dildos this big on her - it 
was surprisingly pleasant. Darren pushed hard, feeling 
Theresa's inner walls move as his cock bottomed out. He 
fucked her hard for a couple of minutes to make sure she 
was interested before pulling out and turning his 
attention to her butt.

"Now then, maybe a little KY will help, don't you think?" 
Darren spoke as he squirted a large lump of KY onto her 
butt-hole.

Theresa started as the cold gel hit her. She then felt 
Darren's finger push firmly very gently into her. She 
didn't really enjoy the feeling. He worked at her with 
first one and then two fingers until she was well lubed  
and more relaxed.

"Did you know that the human anus has two sphincters to 
control it? The outermost one is voluntary, you can 
control it. The inner one is more tricky. It is 
involuntary. That is what I am now stretching."

Theresa cried out in pain when Darren replaced his 
fingers with his cock. Nothing could have prepared her 
for the feeling that she was being split apart. There was 
no real finesse, Darren simply pushed hard until he was 
buried to the hilt inside her. Her tender ring was 
stretched taught, almost the stretching point by him. She 
felt as though she hadn't taken a dump for weeks.

Desperately Theresa tried to relax and go with the flow 
as Darren began pumping in and out. The pain began to 
ease and a certain warmth began to fill her. It wasn't 
the same intense pleasure that she received from her clit 
or her bound tits but it was quite pleasant.

As far as Darren was concerned, it was the most intense 
experience of his life. His cock was grasped in a tight, 
wet warmth. Each time he slid his cock and out, her ring 
felt like a rubber band on his cock. Gradually his 
pleasure mounted until he could wait no more.

"Receive you gift," he gasped as he filled her with his 
gism.

Theresa thought that someone had squirted boiling water 
up her arse. She convulsed and screamed as the pain hit 
her. Darren quickly pulled out understanding exactly how 
she felt. Being possessed by Satan was a painful process. 
As if trying to rid itself of the pain, Theresa's gut 
convulsed forcing dribbles of cum from her gaping anus.

Finally Theresa's pain subsided and Darren released the 
shackles - she would not try to escape. She stood and 
turned to Darren. Her eyes showed understanding.

"Welcome to a very select club. You are free to leave or 
you can stay and serve me and our master. What do you 
want?"

As the pain subsided Theresa instinctively understood 
what had happened. She felt a strength and power, which 
was intoxicating. She also felt a deep desire to work for 
Darren.

"I will serve you." She replied.

Uncalled, Gunther appeared in the room. He carried a 
corset made of soft black leather. He unbound Theresa's 
tits and then handed her the corset. The corset hugged 
her tightly, pulling in her waist and lifting her tits. 
Her crotch and rear remained naked and exposed.

"You will wear this always. If you have to leave the 
building you may wear a blouse and skirt. Your tits and 
sex will be available for use at all times. Your rectum 
is mine alone. Others may only fuck you. You sole 
function will be to serve me and Brenda and to spread 
Satan's word. Theresa is dead. Your past life is history. 
You have no need to return to your old life. You will now 
answer to the name Lilt. Gunther will now prepare you."

Gunther produced a long, fat needle. Very slowly he 
pushed it against her nipple. She winced as the point 
pressed against her sensitive skin and then moaned as it 
pushed through her, piercing her. She relished the pain 
has the needle passed very slowly through her - she 
wished it would continue for ever. Thick golden rings 
were introduced into the holes. The process was repeated 
with her labia and clit. 

Lastly, Gunther used a soldering iron to burn "Lilith" 
onto her belly just above her bush. 

Lilith smiled throughout the branding, each hissing stoke 
liberating her from her previous life. When all was 
finished she gave a simple reply.

"Thank you master."


Thirteen - A little head

Brenda watched Darren work on Theresa with great 
excitement. She had laid on the couch watching the CCTV, 
wanking non-stop. By the time they had finished her 
panties and the couch were soaking wet.

Darren and Lilith came into the lounge.

"This is Brenda, your mistress."

"Kneel before me, Lilith!" Brenda commanded.

Lilith obeyed and Brenda spread her legs wide. Darren 
could see her wet panties stuck to her cunt.

"Remove my panties and lick me clean."

"With pleasure, mistress." Liltih smiled broadly.

She deftly pulled off Brenda's panties and began licking 
her cunt. No a timid or gentle licking, this was deep and 
fierce as if she wanted to eat Brenda. She began on 
Brenda's puckered anus where she sucked fiercely, probing 
deeply into her butt-hole. Brenda's eyes were wide in  
surprise and pleasure. She never imagined someone doing 
something as dirty as this. The sensation of Lilith's 
tongue squirming and pushing itself into her was 
fabulous.

"Please, make me come," Brenda gasped.

Lilith transferred her attentions to Brenda's clit. She 
slid one, then two fingers into Brenda's wet, receptive 
butt hole. The earlier tonguing had prepared\her well and 
she relished the probing.

"More, I want you whole hand," she demanded.

Lilith obeyed, carefully probing and stretching until her 
entire hand was buried inside Brenda's rear. 

Darren sat and watched for the next half hour while 
Lilith guided Brenda to a series of orgasms. She only 
stopped when Brenda begged her to finish.

"Oh shit," Brenda gasped. "This lady is the best."

Fourteen - Lilith, an interlude

You might think that was cruel and unfair that Lilith had 
had her persona and life snatched away from her and 
perhaps we should consider her feelings. 

Theresa had been turned on by power and her position at 
the bank had given her scope to dictate the day to day 
working lives of her subordinates. She wasn't well liked 
- her staff referred to her as the Fuhrer. At home her 
partner, a petite blonde with the nicest of natures, was 
equally under her control. 

It was Theresa who took the lead in all things. When it 
came to sex she would wear the strap-on. It was her 
partner who would be fucked and buggered until she could 
hardly walk or sit. Her partner would then be required to 
give her head for hours at stretch.

She was disgusted that a worm like Darren would dare to 
speak to her in the wine bar. When he had touched her she 
had felt a slight electric shock run through her body. 
After that she couldn't resist his commands. She hated 
not being in control and his close inspection of her body 
filled her with fury, as did having her filthy pants 
pushed into her mouth.

In a sense, what was more infuriating was that she could 
not resist the passion that having her cunt rubbed and 
her tits bound brought her.

Being buggered was humiliating but once the initial pain 
had eased had been tolerable, even pleasurable. It was 
only when her body was possessed that everything fell 
into place. She embraced her new life with open arms, the 
tyrant willingly becoming the slave.


Fifteen - Parliamentary Interference

Satan was quietly pondering the torture of a particularly 
objectionable American senator when Cribbens tapped on 
his door.

"What is it worm?"

"I have something that you need to see, oh 
wonderfulness," Cribbens whined as he crawled across the 
floor.

"Show me and it had better be good!"

Cribbens activated the scrying mirror in Satan's study.

After a moment of shimmering the mirror cleared. It 
showed a woman speaking in a crowded debating chamber.

"What is this, Cribbens?" Satan was getting bored.

That is the honourable Gwyneth Sykes MP, speaking the 
British house of commons. She is proposing a bill, which 
will eliminate all night clubs, strip clubs and 
prostitution in London. She is a religious zealot who 
wants to eliminate all vice in the capital.

"I see." Satan saw the danger. No vice meant less 
opportunity to promote Satanism. "Leave it to me." With 
that remark Satan vanished.

Milliseconds later he materialised in the lounge at  11 
Golden Square.

Darren and Brenda still hadn't got used to Satan's 
unexpected appearances.

"Er boss, couldn't you let us know when you're coming 
calling?" Darren asked.

"I have a problem requiring urgent attention," Satan 
ignored the question. "I need you to discredit a certain 
politician permanently. I need Gwyneth Sykes MP dealing 
with before she can do any damage. Gunther will fill you 
in on the details." With that Satan vanished.

As usual Gunther was a mine of information and briefed 
them in detail on the troublesome politician. It 
transpired that the redoubtable Miss Sykes was aged 50, 
had never been married and was a strict Methodist. She 
campaigned against promiscuity and drugs. 

She had been lucky to come first in the annual lottery 
for private members bills and was currently pushing 
through the draft Sexual Practices (London) Act. The 
draft bill had good support on both sides of the house 
and stood a very good chance of becoming law. If it did, 
it would ban all prostitution and clubs in London.

The words "drugs" and "promiscuity" struck a chord in 
Darren's mind.

"Gunther, three tasks. One, are you able to obtain a kilo 
of pure heroin?" he asked.

"No problem master."

"Good. Also, please write to Miss Sykes introducing 
ourselves as a PR company who wish to offer our services 
to a campaign for free. Invite her here for a meeting."

"At once master," Gunther intoned, smiling. He had 
spotted Darren's line of thinking.

"Third, can you organise a dozen men who would be keen on 
taking part in a little porno film involving an orgy?"

"Indeed master."

There is a certain arrogance and self-importance that 
politicians have in abundance.  Miss Sykes was no 
exception. She perceived Gunther's offer of the support 
of a high class PR team as a reflection of her unique 
talents. She arranged to go to Golden Square the same 
day.

It was Gunther who answered the door in response to the 
bell. The idea of a butler answering the door tends to 
enhance the image. Miss Sykes was certainly impressed.

Darren had put on an Italian silk suit and used a little 
facial enhancement to project the image of an up-market 
go-getter. Brenda was also suitably dressed in a dark 
grey suit and white blouse. Miss Sykes was impressed with 
what she saw and was pondering how she might use these 
people to promote her standing - a good performance here 
could lead to a cabinet post.

Miss Sykes was a short, slightly dumpy woman with large 
tits and black hair. She wore a plain tweed suit. She 
accepted a cup of tea and Darren began to speak.

"My associate and I represent a single, very influential 
client who has a particular interest in the work you are 
doing on cleaning up London. I regret that our client 
must remain anonymous but he is most anxious that we 
offer his not inconsiderable resources to make an input 
to your work. We feel that there is much that we can 
offer to influence your success."

Brenda sat in silence, mildly amused at the double 
entendre of Darren's comments.

Miss Sykes began explaining her crusade taking every 
opportunity to put herself into the best of lights. 
Darren realised that it was very easy to loathe this 
woman. There was no doubt that politicians were a nasty 
species in need of special treatment.

They let Miss Sykes keep talking for five minutes to 
allow the sedative in her tea to take effect. Slowly her 
flow of speech faltered.

"I feel odd," she complained. "The room is getting rather 
warm, I."

She slumped in her chair. Gunther picked her up and 
carried her downstairs to a one of the dungeon. Quickly 
and efficiently he stripped the woman naked. Naked she 
didn't look too bad and Darren was tempted to give her 
one. 

"No you don't, we have other things to do," Brenda 
scolded, having read his mind.

She had fetched a bowl of water and razor and was busy 
relieving Miss Sykes of her bushy beaver.  Once done she 
was dressed in a black leather corset pulled tight and 
leaving her tits and cunt exposed. Gunther picked her up 
again and took her out the back door to where the car 
waited. The comatose politician was dumped in the boot of 
the car and Gunther drove off. He had a deserted 
warehouse, which had been kitted out as a temporary 
studio where Miss Sykes was going enjoy an orgy.

Darren in the meantime had arranged for a disciple with 
burglary skills to break into Miss Sykes' flat and hide 
the kilo of H in her safe, along with 10,000 pounds in 
new banknotes.

Two days later Gunther presented Darren with a video 
tape.

"I think you'll find this to your liking."

Darren slipped it into the video player and settled down 
to view. For 60 minutes he watched Miss Sykes, the 
leather clad slut, being serviced by a dozen guys 
equipped with huge cocks. She had been dosed with a 
little satanic aphrodisiac and was constantly moaning 
with pleasure as she experienced just about every 
pornographic move you could imagine - deep throat, anal, 
vaginal dp, atm. She swallowed huge amounts of gism and 
was thoroughly fucked.

"Both video and DVD copies have been made and are 
circulating the porn shops in Soho as we speak. Copies 
have been sent to all the national news papers. Miss 
Sykes is lying naked and very dead in a skip in Castle 
Hamlets. Her body contains high levels of H and crack." 
Gunther reported.

"I think its fair to say that Miss Sykes has been well 
fucked in more ways than one," Satan chuckled from the 
corner of the room.

Sixteen - The long arm of the law.

Superintendent  Karen Jones sat in her office leafing 
through a small pile of files. At the age of 33 she was 
the youngest Chief Inspector in the Metropolitan police. 
Her enemies claimed that she had screwed herself 
promotion but the reality was that she was a damn good 
thief taker. 

Graduating in psychology and computer science, Karen had 
brought a level of expertise, which had given her a 100% 
cleanup success rate. She had introduced an IT system 
using fuzzy logic, which enabled detectives to collate 
and coordinate huge amounts of information and evidence. 
The Chief Constable had recognised her value and had 
appointed her as a special trouble shooter dealing only 
with intractable cases. 

 Karen was a slim, attractive brunette with a pair of 
tits, which immediately caught the eye. She had been 
married but her work had given her no time for family 
life and divorce had followed only two years after her 
wedding. What little time she had outside work she spent 
quietly either riding her horse or reading. 

She neither had the time nor desire to cope with another 
partner. Whenever she felt sexual frustration she would 
utilise her fingers and a vibrator. She was content with 
this arrangement since she knew best how to satisfy 
herself - it achieved satisfaction with the absolute 
minimum of complications.

Karen  was assisted by her prot‚g‚, Detective Constable 
Gillian Hayes. Gillian had only been in the force for a 
year and was already perceived as a high flyer. If you 
had met her you would not have imagined that Gillian was 
in the police. She was a petite blonde 22 year old with a 
baby face who would have looked perfect in a girl band. 
Every single male copper who had seen her had made an 
attempt to 'pull' Gillian but with no success whatsoever. 

What they hadn't realised was that inside her cute little 
head lay a first rate mind. Surprisingly Gillian was 
sharper and more analytical than her boss. Karen had seen 
this and realised that together they could conquer the 
world. Gillian had no time for the men she met in her 
job. Without exception she saw them all as 'wooden tops' 
with no intelligence worth talking about.

"What do you make of these files?" Karen asked Gillian.

"Well there is a connection. A lorry driver found dead in 
the Thames - last seen walking into Golden Square. A 
missing bank executive - last seen in Golden Square. An 
MP found dead from an overdose after group sex - last 
seen visiting the buildings in Golden Square. Its clear 
where we need to start looking." Gillian was always 
succinct.

"Well I'm under pressure from the top to clear up the 
death of the MP. If its linked to the others all the 
better. I hope you've got your walking shoes on because 
you and I are going to spend today doing a 'house to 
house' in Golden Square.

It was late afternoon when they reached the premises of 
Sub Vert. They had had a fruitless day and their feet 
ached.

"We'll make this the last one today. The rest can wait 
until tomorrow," Karen sighed.

"Suits me," Gillian replied. "I could use a G and T or 
two."

"Me too."

Gunther answered the door and the two women flashed their 
warrant cards.

"Please follow me," he intoned and led them into the 
lounge. "I will get my employers."

The two police women stood in the room, looking around.

"There's some serious money here," Gillian observed.

"Hmmm," Karen nodded. Her copper's 'nose' told her that 
there was something going on here.

Darren and Brenda were slobbing it in the games room. 
They had got up late and hadn't bothered to dress 
properly. Brenda wore a tight white vest and short skirt 
which barely covered her arse. She hadn't bothered to put 
on a bra and her nipples were clearly visible through the 
vest. Darren had thrown on a track suit.

"There are two police officers in the lounge to see you," 
Gunther announced.

Darren looked at Brenda sharply. They weren't suitably 
dressed to project their usual image of city go-getters. 
They were going to have to improvise.

"We'll have to deal with them quickly."

He sent a mental message to Lilith.

"We have unwanted visitors, please bring some tea to the 
lounge. And you had better slip on your maid's clothes."

They walked into the lounge and introduced themselves.

"Who is the owner of these premises?" Karen asked.

"We are," Brenda replied.

Karen and Gillian were surprised that two spotty 
teenagers would be in charge of such a sumptuous house. 
There was something odd here. Karen explained that they 
were making visits to review security as part of a crime 
reduction program - she didn't want to tip them off on 
her investigation.

Unfortunately Karen was unaware of Darren's perception 
skills. He immediately realised why they were there and 
decided to take the initiative. There would be potential 
advantages in having two stooges in the Metropolitan 
police. At that moment Lilith entered with the tea tray

"Lilith, take control of our the older one when you serve 
their tea."

Smiling, Lilith accidentally brushed her hand against 
Karen as she handed her a teacup. Within seconds she was 
in Darren and Brenda's thrall. 

"The young one is mine!" Darren mentally announced.

Brenda grinned and sent a mild mental suggestion to 
Karen. She wanted Karen to be subverted willingly so she 
simply sent the idea that Karen found Brenda 
irresistible.  She watched with amusement as Karen gave a 
shudder. Her face flooded with colour and had a look of 
total desire.

Karen looked at Brenda as she sat down on the couch 
opposite with her 'expert' eyes. Not an unattractive 
girl, she wore a white vest and a short yellow skirt. She 
had large breasts which thrust arrogantly against the 
vest. Her nipples were hugely erect. With a slight shock 
she could see that the girl was not wearing panties. As 
if sensing her gaze, the girl spread her legs slightly 
revealing a dark tangle of pubic hair. As she looked up 
the girl caught her eye and smiled slightly. She felt a 
twinge of disgust.

"Christ, the little slapper's trying it on," she thought.

The maid came in and passed around cups of tea. Karen 
felt a slight tingle as the maid's hand brushed hers. She 
glanced up, just in time to see Brenda grin. Suddenly 
Karen was flooded with lust. She had never felt anything 
like it before - her body was suffused with heat, her 
breasts felt swollen and hard, her cunt flooded with 
fluid. She felt her panties and hose become wet from her 
juices. She felt and overwhelming urge to have sex with 
Brenda. Only by a supreme effort did she control the 
urge.

Darren, aware that Brenda was in control of Karen, took 
his own action.

"Would you like to inspect my house and see our security 
measures?" he asked.

Gillian nodded and stood up.

As soon as they left the room Brenda took the initiative.

"Do you like what you see?" see asked, spreading her legs 
wide. "What would you like to do?"

The sight of her open crotch was too much for Karen. She 
got up from the couch, knelt in front of Brenda and 
buried her face into her bushy crotch. She began licking 
and sucking frantically as if trying to suck every last 
drop of moisture down her throat. Brenda was taken aback 
by Karen's intensity and the floods of pleasure that she 
felt. Putting her hands behind Karen's head, she pulled 
her mouth hard against her clit.

Any other time the idea of sucking another woman's cunt 
would have been anathema. She had never been to keen on 
oral sex, only giving her ex-husband head on very rare 
occasions. Part of her aversion was that the first time 
she had done it, he had come without warning her. As a 
confirmed spitter not swallower, she had not enjoyed 
receiving an unexpected jet of juice down her throat.

In her heightened state of arousal, the Brenda's musky 
taste was like nectar. She couldn't get enough, thrusting 
her tongue as deeply as possible into her to gather every 
last drop of juice and mucus. As she did this, her 
independence ebbed away. Satan's spirit in Brenda's 
juices slowly permeated every fibre of Karen's body until 
she was irreversibly possessed. Brenda lifted her spread 
legs as if offering he butt-hole to Karen.

Karen didn't need a second offer. Since she hadn't 
showered that day, Brenda's ass was nasty and greasy. In 
spite of this Karen immediately began tonguing and 
sucking at Brenda's butt hole. Brenda closed her eyes and 
enjoyed this special attention.

"Beats taking a bath every time."

All this time Lilith had stood quietly in attendance. 
Acknowledging an unspoken message from Brenda she 
stripped and put on a large strap-on dildo. With minimal 
finesse she tore off Karen's panties and hose and thrust 
deeply into her sopping cunt. With one push the entire 
dildo was buried. Karen's scream of surprise and pleasure 
was muffled by Brenda's body. Fiercely the strap-on was 
thrust in and out, bottoming out each time. 

In spite of her husband's many requests, Karen's butt-
hole had remained unreamed. Once the dildo was well 
lubricated with her cunt juice Lilith changed this. In 
one move she pulled out the dildo and rammed it into 
Karen's chocolate starfish. 

This time Karen's scream was of pain. In her possessed 
state of mind, even the agony of having her ass pierced 
was manifested as pure ecstasy. Her ring tore, her blood 
smearing the dildo. Lilith ignored this pounding the 
strap-on in harder and deeper - Karen's body would heal 
quickly enough with Satan's help.

Slowly Brenda and Karen reached their orgasm together and 
as they did Karen's future independence vanished.

Gillian hadn't realised what had happened to Karen as 
Darren guided her around the house pointing out the 
various security measures. As the reached one of the 
bedrooms, his hand brushed against hers and he imposed 
the lightest of controls. She knew exactly what was 
happening but couldn't resist him.

"Tell me Gillian, are you any good at deep throat?" he 
asked conversationally.

"I've never given oral," came the reply.

"Well you are in for a treat," he smiled as he eased out 
his cock. Darren had a applied to slight enhancement to 
his cock adding a couple of inches for her to enjoy. He 
lightly brushed the end of his cock against her lips and 
noticed the look of disgust in her eyes. She was hating 
it but she could do nothing.

"Open up my girl."

As Gillian opened her mouth he slid his length in. 
Gillian was smart enough to realise that she was going to 
have to suck his cock so she began without being asked. 
It wasn't nice - Darren wasn't very good at keeping clean 
and his cock had a slimy rankness which Gillian hated.

Slowly he began pushing deeper into her mouth forcing 
himself further and further down her throat. Gillian 
began to gag but he ignored her. Her face reddened as she 
fought for breath. In turns he would pump at her and then 
pull out to allow her to gasp air in. As he did he pulled 
long threads of drool from her throat which tend splashed 
down on the blouse.

Darren felt pleasure begin to build and holding on the 
sides of her head he fucked Gillian's throat fiercely. 
Gillian couldn't breath with the huge cock ramming deep 
to the back of her throat. Her lungs ached for air and 
she felt herself getting light-headed. She prayed that 
she would pass out soon. It wasn't to be as with a  groan 
Darren came, flooding her throat with his sticky juices. 
He pulled out his cock and she gasped in air. 

Gillian's initial disgust at the semen flooding her 
throat was replaced with waves of agony as his satanic 
essence possessed her.

Seventeen - Checkmate

"It really was most kind of you two to came and see us," 
Darren told the two police women as they left. "You have 
made life so much easier for us and our master with you 
working for us on the inside." 

"Now don't forget to come back tomorrow. We have plans to 
make."

For the first time in here career Karen would fail to 
solve a case...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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