The CEO's daughter...

Marco Pharmaceuticals…

Bundling up some papers in her hands, Sherry Peters hummed to herself as she cleaned her father’s desk at the office. She was still getting used to everything; being able to move and express and think and feel again was exhilarating to her. Scratching the back of her neck and smiling at the ability to do so, she still wasn’t used to jewelry, the gold chain necklace hung loosely around her neck and nestled at the center of her cleavage. Wearing a buttoned shirt and jacket with a matching work dress, Shery still wore flats as she had tried and failed miserably to wear heels. With her long wavy hair tied back she looked like a casually dressed businesswoman hard at work. For so long she was a prisoner in her own body, ravaged by medical conditions that left her frail, broken and lost in a haze. And then SHE showed up. Susan Horn her father told her, who healed her body and mind and gave her a new lease on life.

Now the whole world was opened to her, she could talk, and walk and run and express herself. She wanted to try everything now, to a bigger part in her father’s life by getting involved with the company. Becoming somewhat of a secretary, Sherry smiled as she brought the paperwork to the collection bin for processing and head back to the meeting room to get some coffee. When she closed the door behind her, the woman paused when she discovered she wasn’t alone. She didn’t know how they got in or who they were, but four people; two men and two women were lounging in the meeting room and smoking her father’s private reserve.

“Nice place… Real posh, not my colour though.” Chuckled a young man leaning back in an office chair with his feet up at the table, his arms behind his head while he smoked a cigar from a box at the center of the table.

“Pff, cheap smokes, someone doesn’t have the balls for the GOOD stuff!” Chuckled the other darker skinned man, taller than the other and smirking at the lit cigar in his own hand, putting it out on the table itself and burning a circle on its finish.

“Should have gone with Cubans, these cheap sticks are from Honduras.” Purred the woman lighting and puffing a cigar of her own, her business suit looked painted on her curvaceous figure as she blew a circle of smoke from her pursed ruby lips. “What do YOU think Mistress? Up to par?”

Leaning against the table behind her and looking over her shoulder to Henrietta, Malice smiled a toothy grin and plucked a cigar from the box, snapping her fingers where a flame ignited at her fingertips and lit her cigar for her. “I didn’t come here for the smokes; I came here because I smelt something else to blow on… Didn’t expect it to be this little bitch.”

Focusing her eyes, Sherry looked at the darkly dressed blonde woman in front of her, reading her body and face until she finally recognised the woman taking her tinted sunglasses off.

“Susan! It’s wonderful to see you again, its me Sherry.” Shery called out, approaching the woman into a fierce hug that made the others chuckle at the sight. Malice herself was confused and only made the minimal effort to reciprocate the hug before Sherry pulled away with a smile. “My father has said such wonderful things about you, and how you’ve helped me.”

“Helped you?” Looking over to a painting on the wall, Malice found it showed an elderly man standing next to a frail looking quadriplegic in a wheelchair smiling back at the viewer. “Huh… So, my other half has LOWER standards than I thought.”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing… SO… Sherry was it? How have you been keeping with your new lease on life?” Asked the blonde woman, separating from the young girl and circled her to get a good look at her. Compared to the broken, sick girl in the painting, the young woman in front of her was stunning. Sporting long toned legs and a heart shaped rear that just couldn’t be hidden well under the soft flowing skirt she wore. A narrow waist, ample breast and long flowing hair along with a beautiful face to top it all off. Her choice in clothing was frumpy, but not everyone was as perfect as her. She wasn’t even listening to Sherry explain how she had taken up boating or swimming finding a passion for the water from all those trips with her father.

“Yeah, yeah… That’s all great… Have you FUCKED yet?” Malice asked, brazenly, making the woman hug herself sheepishly at the question.

“W-what?”

“I asked if you fucked yet. You know; hot aerobics, the vertical monster mash, wrestling with kissing. No?” Malice tilted her shoulder in a coy look while fluttering her eyes with a pout. Mocking the young woman before going into a predatory smile.

“No.”

“Well girl you haven’t LIVED yet, but don’t worry, your dear Susan is here to help with that.” Placing her hands on the woman’s shoulders, Sherry suddenly felt very uncomfortable being near Malice as she gave her a cruel smirk, the others in the room chuckling as if they were in on a joke she didn’t understand.

“W-what do you mean?” She asked just as Malice’s grip on her shoulders grew tight and her eyes glowed yellow.

“I plan on finishing what that fucking CUNT started with you!” Kissing the woman fiercely, Shelly cried out in the kiss, struggling against her until she felt a rush of energy pour into her. Oblivious to the laughter all around her, the woman fluttered her eyes and moaned as she felt a darkness swell up inside her and fill her very being. Darting her tongue into Shelly’s mouth and grabbing her curves aggressively, Malice smiled into the kiss when she noticed her skin slowly turn blood red. The flats she wore were kicked loose and off her changing feet as her toes merged into cloven feet. Ripping open the back of the girl’s dress and panties, the girl yelped as a tail grew out behind her, swiping back and forth as she was pinned back against the table and made out with more fiercely. By now Shelly had her arms around Malice, wrapping a leg around the woman as they made out. Her fingernails were becoming sharp and black and her hair became pitch as night before she opened her feline eyes to gasp, her fanged lips crying out as she scratched at her forehead to her new horns jutting out and curving to either side of her head.

“Not bad, not bad at all, so… How does THAT feel?”

Breathing hard and looking down at her hands, Shelly panted and moaned, clutching at her clothes as if she was having trouble breathing.

“More… I want MORE!”

“Oh, you want MORE, do you?” Chuckling, Malice turned to Dex and Reckinbawls. “What do you guys think? Want to show her more?”

Shelly never had a chance to turn to and see who she was speaking of when Reckinbawls spun her around and bent her over. Ripping off her tattered underwear and thrusting deep into her pussy without a second warning. Crying out from the intrusion and losing her virginity to the snorting incubus, Shelly’s eyes went wide when her mind shattered from the sensation. As a succubus her pleasure centers were ten times more sensitive then a human’s, reaching one explosive orgasm after the other as she was stuffed and fucked relentlessly from the cock balls deep in her. Just when she thought he was getting tired, she felt him pull out only for another to take his place, feeling Dex pound into her rough and aggressively and making her drool in pleasure, raking her fingernails across the table.

“More! MOAR!”

Crossing her arms and smirking down at the wanton succubus she had created, Malice leaned down to look into the woman’s lust glazed eyes. “so, you want more do you?”

“Yes!... So… So good!”

“Well if you want more, than you’re gonna have to help me take out the bitch posing as me.”

“Anything, ANYTHING! More! MORE! MOAR!!!” Hoisting her head up by her hair, Malice glared into her eyes.

“Then SAY it!”

“I… I want to help you take… Take down that f-f-fucking BITCH Susan!”

Smiling wickedly, Malice let her go to scream and moan in orgasm. “That’s my girl.”

*

Stepping out of the lobby, five well dressed people in business suits stepped outside, followed by a tall blonde woman in the lead. Making their way outside, Malice looked over to the blue stone statue at the center of the court. Resembling Susan Storm with horns and a halo pouring water into a fountain with a vase.

“What a piece of junk…”

Sneering, she snapped her fingers and a bend of light snapped through the statue, crumbling it into pieces and causing water to spray outwards in the chaos. Laughing out loud, her four other minions chuckled with her as she made her way out onto the city streets. She had what she needed now, all she had to do is find Susan Storm and carry out her revenge, once and for all.