Collecting

You send your succubus servants back out, tasking them with rounding up your former neighbors. The men are shoved into a locked room in the basement, a ready pantry for your girls. You tell them that the ones who are fed upon the most might be converted. Lies, but what is hell without hope?

The women are another story. They are brought to your personal quarters to await your judgment. You lay compulsions on them for their obedience and loyalty. For their love. Obviously any woman you choose to convert will become as beautiful as you please. So you have them engage in… friendly competition. Who can bring you and your chosen to orgasm the fastest? At one point you select one from the herd and task them with resisting orgasm, then instruct the rest that the first to bring her to climax will be chosen, then sit back and watch with glee as her fellow slaves descend upon her with fingers and tongues, while Danielle worships you.

The rules you make up are arbitrary and change act by depraved act. By the end you choose four more girls to be your most loyal servants. These were the most beautiful, the most willing to engage in degradation, the most forceful when it came to conquering their fellow slaves and the most eager for your demonic seed.

They are succubi now, skin tones from cold blue to dark purple and scarlet red. Black horns jut from under their hair, pale gold, black and red. Their claws an inky black. One took to it a bit more and had her feet changed to hooves from the mid thighs down. Each has a swinging prehensile tail with a tip perfect for violation.

The rest of the slaves are designated as chattel. Feedstock. Servants. You will take them as you wish, when you wish. More magic to make them wet constantly, so wet they drip down the inside of their legs constantly. You instruct them that they will need no clothes. The temperature will be rising soon enough.

The outside world is only just learning of the rising scourge. You have the opportunity to claim more before panic and lockdowns begin.