Megan wants a ride.

You answer the phone. Megan's voice calls out your name on the other end.

"Megan? Did you find your friends?"

"Ohhhh yes, did I ever." Megan mouths breathlessly on the other end of the phone. "Listen, I need a ride. Right. Now." The young teen's sweet voice is huskier than you remember, and her last few words have an odd urgency as well as an unusually confident, firm tone.

"Uh, OK. I'm waiting at the North entrance right now, like we talked about."

"Oh, no, I don't think it'll be a good idea for us to come out right now. Why don't you, hmmmmm, come inside and take us. We're holed up in the Victoria's Secret store on the second floor. I'll see you there, handsome." With that Megan laughs and hangs up.

You put the phone down, a bit puzzled. With the chaos all around you and the infection already beginning to spread, you're not eager to go back into the mall. Still, the teen girl sounds like she needs help. You knew her running off on her own was a bad idea. You recall the Victoria's Secret store is reasonably close to the North entrance. You wonder why she and her friends decided to hole up there. Maybe one of her friends works there. In any case, you should be able to run up there and run back in a few minutes.

You shoot a quick text off to Amanda in case she's on her way already, then grab your sword and dash back into the mall. Thankfully, you don't see any obviously infected mallgoers around, just a few scattered shoppers running in panic. Mindful of the time, you charge up the escalator and dash towards the Victoria's Secret boutique.

The black walls and floor of the boutique are unmistakable. Posters of sexy, barely clothed models flank well-lit display cases with mannequins wearing risque lingerie. Rushing inside, you can't help but think that this is the least appropriate place to take shelter in the middle of a sex demon outbreak.

"Megan? Where are you?" you call out, searching around for signs of life. Like most of the other stores in the mall, the place looks abandoned, the staff and customers no doubt having fled in the panic.

"Right here, stud!" a voice calls out ahead of you. Megan steps out from behind a display, and the moment she does your heart freezes for a second.

The Megan standing before you is almost unrecognizable from the sweet 18 year old little sister you last saw less than half an hour ago. Her soft, shoulder length black hair is now slicked back and glistening wetly, pulled into a strict pony tail that brushes the nape of her neck. Heavy purple eyeshadow and deep crimson lipstick give her face a wanton, slutty appearance that speaks of carnal abandon far beyond her delicate years as her eyes fix onto you with burning, predatory lust. Her pert teen body is clad in a revealing black leather corset, black g-string thong, and black leather thigh-high stiletto boots, all flaunting and accentuating her developing curves. Seeing what had only a short time ago been such a young, innocent teenage girl transformed in such a wanton, provocative manner is both disturbing, and disturbingly arousing.

You've been to Victoria's Secret a couple times yourself with Jess; you're pretty sure Megan's fetish gear outfit isn't off-the-rack. As though sensing your thoughts, the corrupted teen smoothly runs a hand down her leather-clad body, sliding her legs apart to thrust her crotch at you while licking her lips and fixing you with a come-hither gaze. "The manager had a secret stash in the back for under-the-table sales to discerning customers. We helped ourselves and managed to find a few pieces in our size; it doesn't look like there's anyone left around to mind. You like what you see?"

"We?" you ask wearily, raising your sword into a guard stance.

Suddenly, powerful hands seize you from behind, forcing you to drop your weapon. As it clatters to the floor, you find yourself restrained on both sides as powerful arms grip you tightly. Looking left and right, you see two teens around Megan's age, smirking at you with the same intense, rapacious gaze as Megan.

To your left is a slim girl with delicate features, a pert upturned nose, and what looks to have once been a messy mop of mousy brown hair that's been teased out into a wild, erotic mane. Her mouth hangs open slightly in a way that exposes her upper teeth, giving her a slightly mouse-like look that normally would give her a non-threatening, adorable appearance. However, her lust-filled gaze and predatory grin are a clear sign she's well along her corruption by the Lilith Strain. She's dressed similarly to Megan, except her corset and leggings are a deep crimson with black highlights. her arms, clad in shoulder-length red leather gloves, grip you tightly with more strength than you could imagine from a girl of her stature.

To your right is a shirtless, athletically built, bronzed skin youth with cropped, black spiky hair and aggressively handsome features that could be described as "smoldering" once he's a few years older. He's remarkably well-built for a boy his age; lean, but with broad shoulders and tight, well-defined muscles. Though he's shorter than you (and only slightly taller than Megan and her other friend), you're not sure you'd be able to take him in a fight even if he wasn't completely jacked up by a soul-eating supernatural virus. He's wearing a black leather collar with chrome spikes, leather bands around his upper arms that accentuate his tight, prominent biceps, and a pair of tight black leather pants. Like his female companion, he's gripping you with remarkable strength.

Megan slinks toward you, almost exulting in your helplessness. Grinding her leather-clad figure up against that of the young man on your right, the corrupted teen purrs, "This stud here is Jake. We used to be just friends. Now we're so much more." Jake growls and bites at Megan playfully, in return the debauched girl slowly runs a delicate, black leather-clad hand down the hard, bulging muscles of his chest before aggressively grabbing him by the balls, eliciting a growl of pleasure from him.

Megan then slides up to her female companion, pressing her pert teen breasts, pushed up by her leather corset, up against the other girl's own upraised tits. Placing a hand on the other girl's chin, Megan rests her small, soft crimson lips teasingly against the other girl's own. "And this is Kristen. Kristen here had a surprise for me when I came here to get her. She was acting more than a little weird, seems she was a little careless this morning, picked a little something up from a one night stand before coming to work today. And she was good enough to share it with me and Jake when we tried to help her." Megan and Kristen both break out into a pair of wicked grins. "Now all three of us are deliciously shameless and wicked sluts. And it's sooooo much fun. All this freedom. All this pleasure. It's incredible."

Breaking off from Kristen, Megan slinks up to you, pressing her body between your legs as she rests a pair of hot, leather-clad arms on your chest. "I was thinking of preparing a little surprise for my big sister and her friends, but I figure they could be a bit much to handle. I figure I could use some help with that. What do ya say, stud? What do you think about joining us?"