You need to try

You lay on the floor spent. Deep within you, you feel a darkness stirring. You are horrified by what you have done the last few days. You helped turn an entire city into demon worshipping nymphos. You even turned Sara. Sara! You need to save her, to at least try. With all your strength you stand up.

You take a step, then another. Soon you are walking in a staggered gate. You need to get to Sara. Jonathon removed the influence of the attenuated strain, so you know it can be done.

Jonathon, that magnificent bastard, you want to tie him down and run your nails down his beautiful demonic chest until he bleeds. Then slide your pussy onto his shaft and fuck him senseless. You pick up the pace of your walk. You feel less fatigued, stronger. Why stop at Jonathon...You stop realizing how dark your thoughts are becoming. You banish thoughts of a Jonathon revenge fuck and focus on trying to save Sara.

You make it back the yellow zone to find Greta waiting there. She thrusts her perky breasts forward, always so eager to please her new boss. A dark voice whispers to you about how obedient Greta would be, how easy it would be to fuck her and gain strength.

You push those thoughts out of your mind. Giving her a predatory stare, you demand, "Get me a cell phone and some clothes Greta."

"Of course Tara. I was anticipating your needs."

She hands you your smart phone and duffle. You open the duffle to find black leather pants and corset. Not what you had hoped for, but far better than the tattered kinky lingerie you are currently wearing.

Greta sucks her finger then lisps, "Anything else I can do mistress?"

Dark thoughts creep into your mind. Greta's talented tongue lodged in your pussy. You banish them. "No Greta that will be all."

She frowns a pouty frown and walks away, making sure to sway her perfect round ass.

You pull your eyes away. You slide the corset on noting that your breasts seem larger, perkier, and more sensitive than they were a few hours ago. You slide the leather pants over an ass that is devoid of cellulite and looking for younger than it was.

You dial up the phone number for the DSD, hoping the emitters in DC haven't gone off.

A young sounding women picks up the phone. "DSD headquarters, Mmm, are you looking to report a demon sighting?"

Somehow you know the girl on the other end of the phone has a lover licking her pussy. You imagine it walking through the DSD, fucking everyone there, making them beg...

"DSD, if you have something to report please state your name."

You hang up. You need to rescue Sara, you can figure out what to do about the rest of the world later. You hope she is home. You begin to make your way to the exit.