Slaves for the taking...

"No, nobody's hurt." Tar'oth said in Tammy's sweetest voice. She stood in front of the three with her tail and wings in open view, but what drew the three student's eyes were the pulsing pussy. "In fact, why don't you join us after closing the door?"

The male who spoke and the two females behind him knew they /shouldn't/ listen to this demon with Tammy's face say, but for some reason, the glowing pussy seemed to draw them in and they were unable to disobey her. Without taking their eyes off the malvolent glow, the female farthest behind closed the door behind her and they shuffled forwards until they stood silently in front of Tar'oth.

The once imp grinned gleefully at the power she had over them. Sure, it was line of sight for now, but making them her absoulte slaves shouldn't be hard now that they can't resist her.

"Aaralon, fix the kitchen up and take my ruined clothes up to the tower when you're done. Now, you three... why don't we go somewhere more private?" She ordered as she backed into the doorway that lead to the tower. The three student's merely stared at her glowing pussy and followed while her first **** cleaned up any evidence of them being there.

Soon, they were in the tower, still staring at the same spot since they first entered the kitchen. Tar'oth amusedly watched them follow her every movement until she got tired of it and asked, "What to do with you three... I guess I might as well start with names first. What are your names?"

"Orin Izhear." The blond male replied. He wasn't really anything to look at, being rather short and... well, plain looking.

"Elly Moonwater." A rather petit redhead, but her body ran contary to her size. She must be at least a C cup or larger with what would be called rounded out hourglass figure, but was around the same height as the male. From what Tar'oth knew, the Moonwater family had some sort of significance, but she'll figure that out later. Maybe casting a spell to read what the flesh knew, even if the spirit has departed. Or she could ask Aaralon...

"Que Pentalope." A rather strange name for a strange person. Obviously non-human, Que was some sort of strange hybrid between a human and something she couldn't quite put her fingers on. Ironicly enough, she has enough breast to match her last name, making her tail seem rather insignificant.

"Hmm... So many ways to enslave you three... So little time..." Tar'oth mused as she considered her options. The tower was protected from detection spells so she would be able to use her newly gained demonic powers on them, but that doesn't mean nobody would notice if people were gone for a long time. Decisions, decisions...