Last night: At the true traitors premises

The chrome doors of the elevator slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing the opulent foyer of the luxury penthouse flat.

Vanessa sauntered inside, her platinum blonde hair cascading down her back. She was the picture of pampered privilege, from her designer heels to her plunging red dress that hugged her curves. But beneath her polished veneer lurked dark desires - for power, depravity, and domination.

Vanessa was a rising star in the demonic sex cult that ruled from the shadows. And she had her sights set on overthrowing the High Priestess herself.

As she entered the lavish living room, Vanessa smirked at the sight of her loyal male **** chained at her feet.

Chad was a handsome young man who had once been an important member of the cult in his own right. But Vanessa had utterly dominated him, mind, body and soul. She had made him worship her, lick her boots clean of his own cum after she fucked him with a strap-on.

Now he was nothing more than a pathetic plaything, aching for her touch even as she tormented him.

Vanessa seated herself on the leather couch, spreading her legs lewdly.

Eagerly Chad crawled towards her sensing that he had to bring an offering again.

Less than 10 seconds later, how pathetic he once lasted so much longer, she slicked her finger through the cum Chad had so diligently lapped up on her tigh-high boots. She brought it to her lips and suckled, savoring the depraved taste of her complete control over him.

Chad whined and writhed at the degrading display, anything to please his Goddess.

Rising slowly, Vanessa retrieved a wicked riding crop from an ornate silver vase, the cult's demonic idols leering down from the mantle.

She snapped the crop against Chad's bare ass, his cock jumping at the sharp sting. Vanessa grabbed a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head back as she hissed in his ear.

"You will do anything for me, won't you? Debase yourself for me? I'm going to make you my star witness when I take my rightful place as High Priestess. I'll make you betray everything the cult holds dear... for me."

She punctuated each word with a sharp spank of the crop, stroking his miserable hardness with her other hand.

Chad was close to tears, yet had the last little selfesteem to not start sobbing and bucked into her touch, already conditioned to crave the ****.

Vanessa let his hair go and gave him a contemptuous shove.

"Now. Get on your knees and service me properly. Show me how much you love your Goddess."

As Chad scrambled to obey, Vanessa smiled darkly. With her army of broken male slaves in place, nothing could stop her now.

The High Priestess wouldn't know what hit her.