But first of all you have to do some damage control.

You fly over the busy streets as the sun slowly burns the thin layer of fuzz from your wings. The pain is excruciating and so orgasmic at the same time. Sulfuric droplets of cum steadily pour down your pussy on the streets below.

You reach a residential area. The uninterrupted flow of busy worker ants in their tiny vehicles starts thinning down. You finally spot an isolated house with a housewife waving at her husband. You wait for her to get back inside and land on the lawn. In the shade of the porch you revert to your human form and summon some clothes.

You observe through the windows how the unhappy woman takes a bottle of vodka from below the sink and pours herself a large cup. She sits there for a while. Your new demonic nature enjoys her desperation. After a while, you start catching up some of her thoughts.

“That son of a bitch… Fucking that slut at the office… No way out… Stuck in this miserable life… I could kill myself…”

You finally decide to act. You ring the doorbell. You can sense her approaching, mentally pestering against you.

“Yeah, what is it?” she asks abruptly.

“Good morning madam, I sorry to bother you but I noticed you beautiful house and decided that you would be the perfect…”

“Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested…” she says before trying to shut the door on your face.

Your foot in the door frame stops her.

“Are you sure you haven’t heard what I have to offer.”

“Yeah pretty sure,” she insists pushing on the door to crash your foot.

“What if I told you, I have the perfect means for you to make that son of a bitch and his slut pay for the pain they have inflicted on you.”

She stops, you continue.

“What if I told you that tonight when he’ll come back reeking of her cheap perfume you’ll be able to rip his balls out and then you’ll make him call her and have them both eat his testicles?”

She steps back.

“Is… is this a dream?”

“Nothing of the sort…”

The **** housewife is now slowly transforming into one of your minions in her bedroom, her blood and cum still all over your face, you pick up the phone.

“Nick?”

“Jody, you all right?”

“Yeah, more than that but I won’t be coming to work anytime soon.”

“I guessed that.”

“They have dispatched a whole team after you. I received notice that Andrea was to be put down this afternoon.”

“I’ll have to go silent. I might have found a little suburb where I’ll be able to hole down for a while in the meantime I’ll need you to contact Kyle Addams and the both of you get to work on our Mistress biding. Once things calm down I’ll do my best to help you from the outside. I’ll also need daily updates on the situation at the DSD and more particularly on my hunt.”

“Can I reach on this phone?”

“Yeah, I’ll try to get a hold of a couple other sets and I’ll send you the numbers.”

“Thanks boss… Tell me Jody, how does it feel?”

“It feels absolutely great; I’m really looking forward to the time when you’ll be granted the same privilege.”

“Catch you later…”

“See you around.”

The phone line goes dead. You go back to the bedroom.

“Any friends of yours that could joins us for a brunch?” you ask your new minion, “’I’m starving…”