Mei Came Calling

Laura had been a plaything of some of the local thugs of the triads. Ever since she foolishly started going to raves at 15, all too content to exchange sexual favours to keep her personal party supplied and going. Over the last three years she had endeared herself to a few specific dealers, Deejay being amongst her favourite for enabling her whole weeks where she could disappear to party between gigs doing contract work.

She had been hanging at one of the dealer’s run down homes just outside the Red Bull neighbourhood when a few hookers arrived supposedly sent over by their boss. Some new business arrangement was being celebrated, Laura hadn't paid attention or grasped any of the jist of it before the mood started getting hot, and heavy.

As the hookers set to work Laura slipped away, she knew where the shit was stored, and these few moments of reward for the guys often meant a window where she could swipe a bit of extra. Snorting some K off a dresser in Deejay's room Laura flipped open a tackle box and perused the assorted baggies and their often colourful contents.

A little killer pink, some blue supermans, green pieces. All varieties of her favourite ecstacy pills. Some more special K. As the relaxing buzz really set in the cacophony of fucking grew even louder. Looking away from the tablets she was pocketing Laura questioned how much time she had left before being missed, looking back down at the box she resumed pocketing a few more things.

Fortunately these guys were loose on their inventory, Laura considered as she made her own stock.

Crash... The sudden loud crash followed by a sudden scream that started fearfully and strangely twisting into a pleasureable moan startled Laura causing her to drop the tackle box. Rushing out to see just what went on.

Deejay always had a soft spot for Laura. He looked out for her. He kept the scum away from her and when he did take sexual favours in exchange for fixes, they were truly affectionate and strangely intimate for Laura.

It was his voice that had woken her from the **** fueled haze, was it really **** fueled? Laura didn't recall having that much, she just kind of felt doped as the hookers hung around. But now everything felt clear, and sharp. Laura was seeing what she had missed. A Japanese woman named Mei had lead the three whores in.

They were sent over by Sun to celebrate some new pact made with the brothels.

Deejay and his boys had no reason to question it, being impressed with the professional allure and skill of the women Mei brought with her as they set to work.

Deejay relished the tongue work and talent of the blonde bimbo who quickly not only sucked Deejay off into a climax where he was left aching to cum, as she stripped and mounted Deejay he didn't initially think anything of the purple hue taking over her skin, or how the gold of the whores hair shifted to a pure white.

In fact Deejay enjoyed the feel of her full lips as they locked with his, the natural firmness of her breasts as he cupped and squeezed them in his hand. The effortless gentle stroke of his cock as it was guided with ease into the tight fitting, warm, wet envelopment of her pussy.

He was entranced, and unconcerned with anything other than enjoying this fucking tease of a whore edging him.

Until her eyes grew larger, sharper, and flared to life glowing with the vibrant blue of a tropical ocean. As her wings eclipsed a view of everything else in the room, and Deejay heard the call of the Idol to succumb... Deejay's true nature came through. His guilt, and self admitted sins had his soul on the verge of being relinquished to the demon straddling atop of him, screaming lewdly about all the perverse things she wanted him to do to her, how badly she wanted to feel him erupt deep within her cunt.

He wasn't a bad person. He was a victim of circumstance. No job prospects, selling **** was an easy way to make money. He managed to keep a low profile, and climb up the ladder. At the same time, there was a rule in his territory, a harsh one with only one penalty if broken. No dealing to minors. No dealing to those truly needing to get their shit together.

And try to limit anyone being exploited in his corner of the hood.

But his soul held on. Deejay flung the whore turned succubus off of him, shattering the glass coffee table, before screaming out. "LAURA RUN!"

Laura bolted for the window, and she ran. She didn't see Deejay tackled to the ground but the demon he had just flung off, she didn't see as he responded, tackling the former whore to the ground by her throat with a red clawed hand. Laura didn't see Deejay as he savagely fucked into the whore and give her everything she asked for as his soul lost grip.

Hopeful, peaceful, and content as it passed into the ethereal hell fires of the Idol's realm. That One single soul might be spared.

Laura called 911. Laura kept running seeking to stop the clawing need to be touched, the ambiguous temptations to go back and look, the arousal teasing that she was now needing to relieve her body.

The 911 operator seemed calm, breathed heavy, and seemed somewhat overly engrossed with collecting the details. She coached Laura into where to wait safely, and stayed on the phone, talking in a calming sultry, husky voice. Assuring Laura that everything was going to be okay. Especially as the officers arrived, and the call was soon disconnected.

Laura had since learned from that experience, the disbelief of the wider world. And the true reach of that which she tried to run from.

“Snitches get stitches.” The words uttered with a venom in a tone not losing the irony of the statement being used by a cop. Laura looked broken from the tale that had lead her here, gazing up with desperation for some relief, some mercy. She felt the climax, of soul after falling soul, somehow just knew the perversions through which they'd fallen, or taken others thereafter.

Unrelentingly, and overwhlemingly Laura kept experiencing it. All the most intimate details, even the feel of Deejay's cock as it unleashed its first torrent in that whore as he became one with the legion of demons lurking in the underworld, contaminating their own social corruption and taint to advance the Idol's own needs.

“You’re a marked soul. Tainted by its own rejection of the blessing it was to receive.” Lisa then added after a pause, before stepping over the punk and grabbing a blanket from her cot and tossing it at her.

“You’ll get all the action you want shortly though.” Lisa remarked as Laura rolled about in a new spasm of sexual experience rolling through her as she experienced Olivia’s soul being extinguished from this realm in the next cell.

“That is, if you want redemption from your penance.” Watching as Laura began to experience some relief from her shifting tattoos Lisa watched as Laura slowly sat up.

“Now strip.” Lisa ordered, not caring what Laura had just been through, or what modesty might have remained.

Laura was disorientated, and unfocused. The numbing relief of the sudden lack of sensations left her zoned out on her knees panting.

"STRIP!" Lisa ordered loudly kicking Laura over, the shocked prisoner scrambling to expose herself before kneeling upright, feeling aroused and eager to present herself, her meager body trembling in withdraw of the pleasure and sensations, dark thoughts clawing at Laura's mind to bring them all back.

"Do you like being living scripture for the Idol?" Lisa asked cruelly examining the assorted silhouette figures now static across Laura's skin, the intimate perspective of every soul to recently fall to the Idol thoroughly etched supernaturally on to Laura's mind.