Janice Delivers The Mail

Janice strutted through the offices with a new confidence. Before she used to play office politics, trying to leverage her way out of the dead end job in the mail room.

Now however, she had only one job. As she weaved her way through the building, spreading pheromones, handing out corrupted mail, restocking office supplies, and corrupting those supplies not yet infused with the Idol's influence in supply closets.

She couldn't wait for the powder keg of sexual energy to blow in this building, she licked her lips thinking about the eventual orgy as she pulled her cart up by a series of private offices.

The Chief Executive of the call centre was in his office writing notes, his secretary on her usual guard against Janice trying to interlope in the office affairs that high.

Kerry figured that she was once in Janice's shoes, and now years later as an executive assistant she stood alert for anyone her boss might decide to favour more.

Usually that meant keeping someone like Janice out of the office.

But that didn't matter today. Strutting up to the secretary she leaned over the desk giving the slightly older girl a mischievous smile.

"Important mail from legal." Janice said cheerfully, undertones of a malevolent intent deliberately given as her newly enhanced cleavage pressed down against her shirt, catching the eyes of the secretary as they swayed gently.

The secretary looked at Janice sternly picking up the phone and buzzing their boss. "Something from legal just came in. Do you want to see it?" She inquired bluntly nodding her head in response to the voice on the phone.

"Thank you, he's been waiting for the reno contract from legal. It will be ready to mail back out by the end of the day." The secretary stood up, looking down on the shorter mail room girl before opening the envelope to withdraw the contract and turning, entering into her bosses office. Janice lingered, peaking through the side pane eager to see what would come of the demonically enhanced contract.

Licking her lips she thought about how she could grab the secretaries brunette braid and thrusting her tail up that tight office skirt.

Galen Nestow sat behind his desk browsing through the latest email chains. He was particularly annoyed that there appeared to be some electricians getting paid while they waited for an answer to an oversight.

Seeing his secretary step in he gestured for her to come over, promptly ripping through the document's pages.

He flipped through it quickly, this was the final review and most of the contract didn't involve him in its minutiae.

He was a lean middle aged man, brown hair, glasses, and appeared very well kept.

"Attach a note to George that it's not Halloween, and to remove this soul clause that I circled." With red pen, a circle was hastily looped around the paragraph, a notation scribbled next to it, "As if my soul could be taken."

As he reached the last page he initialed, wrote his name and signed.

Spinning the contract around to his secretary, "Kerry, please witness and ensure we get this revised and back here ASAP. For a binding signed copy without frivolous unenforceable articles." Galen turned looking back to his emails adjusting his glasses, content to ignore Kerry until the next occurrence for him to have need of her, or someone called on him.

As Kerry finished her signature the air in the room seemed to get heavier, a slow warm humid breeze swirled around flipping the pages of the contract chaotically.

Galen grasped at his chest suddenly with one arm, the other clenching below his desk a moment later as he collapsed from his chair on to the floor. Gasping and groaning in shock and desperation.

As Kerry went to rush around the desk to help him she paused to see the contract burst into what appeared to be flame. The smokeless flame dance in various shades of black, surging through page after page of the contract.

In a mere moment all that was left was the technical drawings covered in ash.

Kerry began to panic, feeling as if her body was growing sluggish next to the pace of things around her.

Fear took solid hold of Kerry, her panic drawing her to reach for the phone on the other side of the desk, her whole body freezing in place as a red hand grabbed hold of the desk edge, black claw like nails contrasting from the crimson skin tone.

Kerry trembled slightly, feeling growing intimidation as the lean figure that collapsed behind the desk arose to reveal a toned muscular figure, his tattered clothes dropping to the floor like a shed chrysalis. Large black horns now protruded sideways from the sides of his brow before curling upwards, his hair while still short was now black and appeared slightly disheveled.

As he stood it became apparent he was now 7'. Kerry felt torn between arousal and fear as her eyes took in his form, the intimidation she felt drew her eyes away from making eye contact, down his body, to where she stared in shock at a now 8" flaccid cock dangling between his solid legs.

What had been Galen stretched slowly, as if it had woken from a long slumber, numerous joints cracking, as the process of his skeleton finished reshaping itself.

"Do you bear witness?" What had been Galen's voice now boomed with a deepness in tone Galen was incapable of.

Staring down at Kerry the demon asked again, "Do you bear witness to me?"

Kerry didn't know what to do. Panic was setting in as she realized there was no being ignored for being here.

She ran for the door, suddenly finding her freedom to move. As she reached the handle and tried to fling it open she thudded against it with futility.

Janice knocked on the side light, waved and smiled tauntingly as she kept the door pinned shut. She marvelled at the mystic field that had descended on the room as the boss gave himself unknowingly over to the Idol.

Kerry desperately tore at the door for escape, hearing the heavy footsteps casually stepping around the desk, and approaching.

"Bear witness." With his uttering those two words Kerry fell to her knees. **** cries pleading for help, muted by the mystic field around the office changed provocatively into orgasmic moans.

Kerry couldn't understand what had come over her body, as she clenched her breasts and tried to grind a hand into her crotch through the skirt. Her terror still resided in her, but her body was suddenly overwhelmed with uncontrollable pleasure. As she braced herself against the door screaming downwards in pleasure she suddenly noticed the glowing red runes that seemed to have scorched their way into the floor.

Had she not been so overwhelmed with just the pleasure resonating through her, she would have noticed the elaborate arcs and lines, not to mention assortment of ancient ruins, some long forgotten, almost all of them forbidden intertwined with them.

Suddenly all the sensation stopped. Kerry slowly recovered, breathing heavily on all fours head braced against the door. Her terror still resided in her, it was mutating into something else. How did that happen? What was that? A hundred unanswered questions flooding her mind mentally, each one a further step towards the one that came last before the words she next heard. What if I never experience that again?

"Bear witness. That I, the First Disciple have returned. I bear providence, and show fulfilment of the Idol in its gracious blessings, and promise of pleasures ever lasting for those who swear their souls to it fully, and willingly." The First Disciple towered before Kerry as she turned to face it. "Bear witness to the fulfilment of the Idol's pledge, and in turn be blessed too. Should errant faiths, and Chaste Crusades strike those who serve it, they too shall be rewarded as long as our Idol survives. Now, do you bear witness?"

Kerry looked upon the demon towering over her, still crumpled on the floor a hot mess of what had just come over her. Why did it keep asking her to bear witness? How was she supposed to bear witness?