A dark one

You cross your fingers and hope Elise still has some good in her.

With a truly evil sounding laugh, she quashes your hopes.

She finishes laughing. “We can hardly let such steadfastness and loyalty get away. Why doesn’t our half sister Jenna give him some milk.”

Dr. Suaza laughs. “A deliciously wicked idea. Jenna?”

“Thank you. He’s almost too perfect.”

Jenna slides off her lab coat and pops a breast out from her leather corset. You notice she is as sexy as the doctor and Elise, but there are subtle differences with her. She exudes an air of danger as well as lust.

She grabs a five hundred milliliter beaker from a table. She squeezes her breast, shooting a stream of black milk into the beaker. She repeats the process several times until it is half full.

She holds the beaker to your lips. You are utterly immobilized by the ropes. Your only defense is to close you mouth, which you do.

Jenna laughs. “There’s no reason to be like that. Open wide.”

You keep your lips sealed.

“Fine, the hard way.”

She pinches your nose closed.

You hold your breath as long as you can. Eventually you open it. Jenna forces the sickly sweet milk down your throat. To your surprise it tastes wonderful.

You feel strangely good. You hear the sound of your bones cracking and reforming, yet you feel no pain.

After a while you grow tired of sitting in the chair. You snap the nylon ropes that hold you and stand up. You think about what you want and you can think of only one thing, more of that sweet milk.

You step toward Jenna.

“Stop!”

You stop, frozen by her command.

“Trent meet Chrgrr. She is in charge of security here.”

You turn to look at another demon. She is tall, about six feet. Her skin is pale. She stares at you with yellow eyes. She unzips her leather top displaying a breast so large it verges on unsexy.

She gives you a knowing smile and growls. “Care to try mine, it tastes even better than Jenna’s.”

You surprise yourself how quickly you are on top of her. You suckle her breast and streams of sweet nourishment flood your mouth.

After a few minutes she pats your head. “Good boy Trent. Enough.”

You detach, knowing to get more nourishment you will need to obey.

“Now you need to blend in.”

She produces a red hot poker. You growl as she brands you.

“Calm!”

You calm down.

“Now we some demon hunting intruders. Go help drive them into Elise’s trap.”

You grunt and try to catch their scent.

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You sit at the security desk looking into the mirror. The six foot five incredibly muscular body that stare back at you no longer seems strange. You run your hand over your bald head. It is an impressive illusion. Your real form is considerably more disturbing to human eyes.

Your walkie crackles. ‘Trent, seven green, seven green.”

You lick you lips you love seven greens, it means you have an unarmed guest, and you have the green light to whatever you please. You hope it’s a just legal intern, they scream so nice...

The End...