♡ Punishment - Naked Coffee Run (Devil Power +1) ♡

"You heard the lady, Robbie-Baby! She may not have the highest karmic counter we've run into, but she wants it extra hard and humiliating to put the fear of the devil into her boss, right? That means you're better off handing this over to me," Betty cackled, brushing Robin's cheek lightly with her slick, pointed tail. "I've got something right up her alley."

Robin fought off the urge to swat at Betty, given that the tail brushing felt a bit instinctively similar to having a bug trying to land on your face. "Okay, if you say so! Besides, this is the last day of her crappy old job before she gets to her awesome new job at my casino, right? It won't hurt her to have one more tough day."

"Heh heh heh... Besides, these ones that have built up a little crust to them and think they've seen the worst the world has to see just make me want to tease them. Most of them have still have a little more dignity left to lose than they'd think."

"Okaaaay... I'm having second thoughts-" Robin muttered, then gasped as Betty dived down like a dagger into her breast, entering her body. As Betty's body disappeared, Robin's took on changes. Her forehead sprouted two demonic horns and her hair took on a burning, full-red color. Her eyes lost their brown and went completely crimson, curling into happy crescents as the warmth of Betty filled her bosom and the sinister brain of Betty joined her own. Devil wings and a pointed tail shot from behind to complete the fusion of human and demon. "Second thoughts effectively squashed!" she cackled to herself, admiring her new tail.

Smith cackled as well, rubbing her hands together as she sat nude at the other side of the desk with an eerie grin plastered onto her face. "Hehehehe... I was hoping that supernatural **** of yours was something like a devil! So you really are here to punish evil people, huh? Then Lyra must be at the top of your list!" she cheered, practically shivering with excitement.

"Yeah, but let's not forget your punishment has to come first."

"I'm ready. I'm ready for whatever shit you've got, so long as Lyra gets it twice as bad. Do your worst!"

"My worst, huh? I was hoping you were still thinking along those lines! Luckily, you're already dressed the part for the punishment I have in mind."

Smith rolled her eyes. "Please. Even if you make me wander through the whole building naked, it's not going to equal up to the humiliation I face day-to-day working in this place."

Robin placed one of her gloved hands upon her hip, then used her free hand to fumble through her own jacket pocket. She quickly produced a small, handheld device, holding it up with a thumb atop, lightly settled upon a button without pressing it in. A devilish grin spread across her face. "Actually, I was thinking some fresh air would do you good!"

It was clear from some of her anecdotes about sleeping in the office and giving herself makeshift baths using the bathroom sinks, Smith didn't get to spend a lot of time outside of the office. Still, even the woman herself was surprised by how unusual it felt to leave the BIT news building behind, stepping out through the rarely used side door and into the morning sunlight. For a moment, she was afraid it would set off the building's God-awful security alarm, but at least she was spared that indignity.

Of course, stepping outside butt-naked made it all the more surreal-feeling. Rather than head for the street parking, she immediately left the staircase and went into the shrubbery, crouching down to hide her nudity with her over-sized breasts pushing up against the back of her knees and her hands cradling the caps. Her sunken, bag-rimmed eyes blinked against the sunlight as she tried to adjust to something other than fluorescent bulbs. She rubbed at them with her fists, then turned her gaze towards the throngs of people walking the city streets.

"Great..."

Robin leaned against the entrance of the building, holding the mechanical device she'd shown earlier in one fist. "Better get going, Smithy-Baby. Remember the rules. To the coffee shop and back with two extra-large, one sugar and one without!" she reminded Smith with a cheeky, upbeat teasing evident in her voice. "Aren't I generous? It's just across the street! Your favorite little coffee shop."

"How do you know that's my favorite coffee shop?" Smith growled. "Wouldn't you assume I don't have a favorite coffee shop, given I never get to go outside?"

"Oh, I guess you didn't know... I research all of my targets very thoroughly. I know your lucky underwear before Robin even sees it," Betty boasted through Robin's lips. "So I know you used to spend quite a lot of time over there."

There were other details that Betty-Robin wasn't so keenly aware of, of course. Two, at least. The first: Smith hadn't chosen to stop making the coffee runs. She actually liked doing them. They were a great way to get out of the office and most of her co-workers wouldn't begrudge her the time away if she was doing it for the sake of caffeinating all of them for the work day.

Keyword: "most." Once Lyra realized Smith had the audacity to enjoy that particular part of her workday, it was strictly instant coffee from then on out.

The other reason she used to spend so much time over there... she hoped wouldn't become relevant during this streaking session.

And that's what it was: streaking. Smith began to dart over towards the crosswalk with every bit of her flesh on display, her huge breasts swinging left and right in match with her gait as she tried to outrun anybody with the bright idea to film her. She snarled at the indignity of her situation: in a crowded city like this, you couldn't even take the straightest line distance towards the coffee shop. Trying to jaywalk would either land you in trouble with cops looking to make quota or it would see you hit by a street car.

So it was that Smith found herself standing completely naked with her arms by her sides at the crosswalk while others gawked at her. Well, she wasn't totally uncovered... Taped over each of her nipples and near the top of her slit was a set of three egg-shaped, pink plastic vibrators, hooked up to the device Robin was carrying at a close distance from nearby. They hadn't been activated yet, but the threat was there. The one rule was that Smith couldn't use her hands or anything she was holding to cover herself, or else, those little puppies would start vibrating, stimulating her most sensitive spots.

She did her best to keep her eyes forward, her hands down, and ignore the blush creeping across her cheeks as various passers took the chance to snap pictures and others just addressed the elephant in the street, asking why she was naked in the first place. Finally, she got her chance to run across during the walk signal and run inside the coffee shop. She was happy to find that it wasn't as bustling as the street...

... and unhappy to find that the other reason she used to come to the coffee shop was very much relevant. The cute barista, the one with the glasses and the freckles, was behind the desk. She was still just Smith's type, even if it had been a year since they'd seen each other. Smith had been tongue-tied enough talking to her in the past, but it was going to be even worse doing it completely nude. Self-consciously, she crossed one hand between her legs and the other forearm across her breasts, making her way with shuffling steps towards the counter.

"Nah-ah-ah!" Robin giggled from outside, turning the dial on her remote.

By the time Smith got up to the counter, wincing and shivering at the same time, the sound of the vibrators was audible to the barista. "T-Two coffees, extra large, one with no sugar, one with extra," Smith hissed through her teeth, keeping her eyes down towards the counter instead of the looking at the barista's glowing smile.

Her glowing smile was glowing a little extra hard today, given the state of undress of one of her old favorite customers. "Woah, why are you naked? Are they hazing you at work? Aren't you like... I don't know, thirty?" she asked, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"Coffee, quick, please!" she growled, trying her best to keep her most private spots hidden and ignore the punishment she was enduring as a result. "Sorry about this. Ignore it..."

"Hey, I'm not seeing anything I don't like," the barista giggled flirtatiously. "But whoever it is, they could go easy on the vibes. I don't want you to wet yourself in the store!"

"Me... neither..." Smith winced.

"Hey, it's good to see you! I mean, uh, not 'see you' see you, but just to see you at all again. I thought you moved or something-"

"I'll explain it all later, really, but give me the fucking coffee right now okay?" Smith begged. When the coffees finally slid across the counter towards her, she realized the final humiliation waiting for her. She sighed deeply, then uncrossed her arms, revealing her breasts and pussy to the girl she'd crushed on for a couple of years. She grabbed each of the big coffee cups, momentarily using them to hide her breasts before realizing that they were uncomfortably warm upon her nipples and spacing them out a bit. "I'll uh... try to come back by some time.

"Oh? Uh. Yeah! Don't bush yourself! Come back whenever you like!"

"What?"

"I said don't push yourself, ha ha..."

Smith groaned under her breath, turning to show her butt to the barista as she slumped her way back outside. She bumped into Robin right outside the door. Deciding she'd killed whatever part of herself feared being seen naked, she joined Robin in leaning against the brick exterior of the building and passed her the black coffee. "Here's yours. I need to get buzzed, fast," she grunted to herself. "You really didn't hold back on this one."

"Oh, come now. You jogged straight across the street, talked to a pretty girl, got to get off with some vibrators, all first thing in the morning when you're supposed to be working? What part of that makes me a monster?" Robin cackled. "I think you're just so used to people being mean to you that you don't know what to do when someone's nice."

"Yeah? Well, if this was your idea of 'nice,' just be sure you're just as 'nice' to Lyra when the time comes." Smith grumbled to herself, slumping her shoulders as she made her way back to the crosswalk. Thinking about Lyra getting the same kind of treatment brought the smile creeping back onto her face. "I said vengeful angel... but I guess you're a vengeful devil after all."

TO BE CONTINUED WITH THE NEXT CHALLENGER