Amy is pissed

I’m standing in the alleyway, still wearing my black leather half jacket, red corset, black mini skirt, black stockings and heels. The black motif really helps contrast the white cum covering my face, hair, cleavage; I’m pretty much covered. Not a single piece of clothing is clean. I can even feel it under my corset. I slid down my cleavage. Amy is no better. She’s still lying on the ground. She pulls her white tank top down over her bukkaked chest. Now her top is cum-soaked and seethrough. He face and hair is as covered as the rest of her, and her black leather pants have streams of whit running down them to her combat boots as she stands up. “What have you done to me!?” She glares at the three of us, Davey, Paul and I.

Paul, Amy’s boyfriend, pulls up his trousers now that his hardon is gone. He avoids eye contact and retreats back inside the van as Amy keeps Davey and me in her **** glare. “What are you looking at me for? I came down your throat. Nice and clean, this fucker is the one that pastured you.” I nod my head to Davey as I say that. Davey pulls up and zips his tracksuit bottoms. “Look, Amy.” He speaks with an apologetic expression. “She has some sort of voodoo to make you cum a river but also makes it so you can’t… I don’t know how it works, but I couldn’t stop.” “Really!” She goes to put her hands on her hips but takes them off when she feels her damp pants. She tries to shake her hands clean. “Then why were you screaming, _“Take it, Emilia! Take it, you slut!?” That shut him up. “You insidious pervert!” “You mean incestuous?” She did not like me correcting her grammar. “And you, you organised this whole thing!” “Orchestrated.” _Now I’m just fucking with her on purpose.

“I’m leaving!” She got two steps away from the van before my arm-turned-tentacle was around her neck **** her. “I’ll kill her in thirty seconds unless you get her to stay, Davey. One…” I continued counting. “Two, three…” “Okay! Fuck! Just let her go!” He ran over to her. “I’m sorry, just listen to what she says. I promise everything will be all right.” My tentacle still had a hold of her, but I loosened my grip, allowing her to breathe. She was crying, “I wanna go home….” I retracted my tentacle and turned it back into my right arm. “Then let’s go. Amy, start driving. Davey, in the back with Paul. I’ll be on the passenger side.”

They all followed orders. Davey and Paul were in the back on the mattress. Paul was asleep… again. Amy and I were upfront. Still covered in cum, I was licking some from my hands. We started to drive back out into the street. Amy was looking around nervously. “No one is going to notice. By the way, you never answered my question. “What question?” “Your boyfriend or your brother? Who… tastes… better?” The question clearly made her uncomfortable. She looked behind into the back, “Is Paul still asleep?” “Yeah, out cold,” Davey confirmed. “This is private, don’t fucking eavesdrop, Davey!” “Okay, okay.” She began to whisper to me. “I don’t want to answer, but you’ll probably threaten me again, so here goes. Paul is sick. We don’t have sex much. So when we do, I don’t waste his erections on blowjob. I think I’ve sucked him off like seven times since we started dating… *sigh* but even with only seven times, it’s easy. He tastes better. He has dietary requirements.”

She is blushing. _“Okay, what if I told you I could cure his condition?” I whispered back. “What, really!?” She was still whispering also. “Yeah, if he forms a contact with me. You and your bother too. I can share power, and his condition is the least of it. I can make you all stronger than normal humans. All you need to do is serve and protect me. So what you’ve been doing only you actually get something out of it.” She looks interested. “How would we form this contract?” Ever since I had sex with Davey and Paul, I could feel the knowledge of contact-forming entering me. “I’ve had sex with all three of you. Now all you have to do is consent. It must be your own free will. I can’t **** you, and you have to understand the conditions.”_

We both looked back at Paul and Davey. One was still sleeping, and the other was listening to music with earphones. “Where did he get that?” _“He hides it under the mattress.” We both returned to average volume. “What are these conditions?” I reply, “You have to do anything I say. If you are killed, you go to Hell. If I die, you come with me back to Hell. None of us would die of old age. So as long as we don’t fuck up, you would be practically immortal.” I could see her mulling it over, “…so Hell is real?” “What you know as Hell. To me, it’s the Infernal World. This is the Material World. I should let you know that “Heaven” is already impossible for you three. The Paradisiac World is near impossible to get into for “upstanding members of society”. You three would either go to the Infernal or Purgatorial World even if you never met me. Really this is a plus for you in the grand scheme of things.” _

We drove for a few minutes in silence. Amy and I up front smelling like the set of German Goo Girls, Davey rocking out to his music, sounded like Queen. And Paul is comatose next to him. “Okay, I’ll do it. Once I saw yes, maybe the others would be more persuaded.” I was surprised. “Honestly, out of the three of you, YOU were the one I thought would be the hardest to convince since you hate me so much.” “The way I see it, if you are telling the truth, this is the only way we get compensated for all the shit you have and will continue to put us through. We already signed away our chance at paradise. Don’t matter now, but these two have killed rival pimps before, and I helped get rid of the bodies. I always knew that if Hell were real, we would be going there. So it’s a yes from me.”

“Okay, before we do this, I have a small question. Do you have a twin sister?” She looked bewildered. “What? No! Why would you even ask that?” “You did in Davey’s wet dream. That or a clone.” Wait that gives me an idea. “Never mind. I have no more questions. “Just say “, Lilinevera, I consent to the terms of our contract. But remember, if you don’t truly want to, it won’t work” “Who’s Lilinevera?” “Oh, that rights. I never gave you guys my name. Yeah, my actual name is Lilinevera. You have to use my full name for the contract, but after that, you can just call me Lilly if it’s easier to say.” She took a deep breath and looked at her distracted brother and sleeping boyfriend one last time. “Lilinevera, I consent to the terms of our contract.”