The First on Heather's List

Heather gives a fiendish smile to you and Becky for a moment before she disappears in a puff of demonic pink smoke for a split second before returning in another puff of demonic pink smoke with what looked like a red tome almost a quarter of her size, a devilish grin on her face. "This is my **** list," said Heather as she presented it to you and Becky, carefully placing it on the coffee table (You will probably have to find a coffee table that's much sturdier). "All the people I want to get **** on, it includes where they can be found and my little notes on my thoughts on them and some of my thoughts on what I think would be appropriate acts of ****. That all said, them being violated and ravaged by a demon is better than most of the revenges I've written down in here."

Looking at the book, you can honestly say it is a tome; the book is almost as thick as the bosoms of Becky and Heather when they smoosh together to combine their breast size. The book had big, bold, letters on the front that read "**** DIARY" in tarnished silver lettering. "When did you start this," you ask, "and why a physical book?"

"I started it back in middle school," said Heather with pride, "I have a few digital copies as well on a few different digital storage devices, but I also copy this physical copy just in case the power goes out."

"Well, now we know why she's an imp," said Becky jokingly, "only they would have a hit list in thirty dozen places."

Opening the tome, you see the first page has pictures from middle school and high school, along with what looks like printouts of business photos, of what appear to be twin blonds with standard D-Cup bosoms. The top of the page reads "twin bitches" along with commentary on their bitchy personalities and a number of **** ideas that range from juvenile to summaries that sound like a setup for premeditated crimes. All around, a list of their transgressions against Heather, everything from mocking her general height to implying that she would never experience puberty. Looking over to the next page, you see even more accounts of transgressions, including circumstantial evidence implying they hired known pedophiles to harass her on her 18th birthday back in high school. There's also a list of reasons they never got in trouble, and right at the top, it said their mom was the high school principal and dad was the head of the school board; there was also conjecture by Heather that their mother got the job through nepotism on the part of their father with a comment about how the woman didn't have a teaching license valid for her position until the twins were in their junior year of high school. All in all, a lot of nasty info that bordered on stalker levels of information. Near the bottom of the second page, it listed all their known addresses and last known employment; both were secretaries at a prestigious law firm in the city.

"I suppose we can start with the double number 1 on your list," you say, "chances are they're holding up in the law firm's building, better security than whatever apartment or condo they're living in."

"Let me see," said Becky as she moved in to take a look at the opened tome, "Madison and Matilda Jelnar," she said in surprise, "you probably went to some fancy schools if you had to deal with them."

"Yep, pity the scholarship set up by their dad to make it look like the schools for their area weren't as exclusive as they were didn't work out the way they thought. The joke was on them; I graduated in the top ten for middle school and high school, they thought I would barely make the top twenty if I was lucky. The moment they became aware I was one of the top students, those two tried to make my life a living Hell, they did a pretty good job, for the most part, and because of the positions of their parents, they could sweep their bullying of me under the rug, it didn't help that half the faculty for both schools were buddy-buddy with their parents as well."

"Yeah, well," said Becky, "I saw the two of them holed up at that multi-story boutique almost an hour before Master made the call that led to my new succubus form you see before you. Chances are the those two haven't left the boutique; too risky for them."

"Mmmmmmmm," said Heather as she licked her lips, "time to go in for some payback, "I have a few new tricks I want to try on them." With that, the three of you got ready to head out.

"Hold up," you say just as you're halfway to the door, "what about the wards? Won't they keep us out once we leave?"

"Nope," said Heather, "the wards were tied to me, but when you corrupted and transformed me, it caused a low-level magic surge to flow through the complex and realigned the wards to be tied to you, Boss."

"Good," you say, "I wouldn't want to lose control of this place because of a fuck up on our part."

"Nice to see our master is thinking so far ahead," said Heather.

"He wants a secure place to fuck his harem," said Becky, "and this place is the most supernaturally secure facility for miles, to our current knowledge."

"Just to be sure," you say, turning to Becky, "remain in here and guard the place. Also, if any mortals enter, detain them until my return; I'll want to see just how worth my time they are, but make sure they are properly detained; we don't want the wards to be compromised because of some idiot that doesn't know what they're doing or weeb that has a good idea of what to do in this situation gets ahold of our protection and compromises it."

"As you command, Master," said Becky. Heather was coming with you because you wanted to have an idea of what you were looking for. As you approached the door, Becky sent you a mental copy of the address and directions to the last known location of your targets.