The best kind

“Strip.” Her tone was uncompromising.

She was taking a bit of a risk with Kira, but that the orcess had become so suddenly deferential hadn’t escaped Danyssa’s notice. If I had a mind controlling ring… the thought trailed off. It only made sense.

The gears in Kira’s head turned as the new development. She stood frozen. “Kira. Who’s in charge of you?” Danyssa could guess at the train of logic Arthur had used. “A-Arthur is.” She stuttered out. “Of course he is, and since I’m in charge of Arthur, from now you’re going to treat me just like you treat him. Is that clear.” Kira nodded rapidly. “Yes ma’am. Of course.”

Kira swept off her top in a single fluid motion. Her shoes and pants came next. Finally followed by her panties, already completely soaked through. A trickle of her juices began running down her thigh. She stood nervously, head down, shoulders hunched, one hand gripping her elbow, awaiting orders.

Danyssa turned her attention to the lamia. “I said strip.” Cheryl’s hands trembled near the snap of her skirt. Danyssa prodded her. “What time did Arthur say he was going to pick you up?” Cheryl’s head snapped up at his name. “He- well we didn’t make plans, but-” She looked distressed.

“Arthur doesn’t make plans with just anyone. He said to deal with you, so I’m dealing with you. Arthur is very busy, and he’s only going to be taking the best from now on. I won’t have him wasting his time with you if I don’t think you’re worth his time. Do you understand?” Her voice hadn’t risen at all and by the end of her hellish rebuke Cheryl and Kira were sure that this was the actual devil. Cheryl nodded meekly. “Good. Now I won’t ask again. Strip.”

Hands trembling Cheryl undid the snaps of her skirt, letting it fall to cover herself with one hand, while she undid the buttons on her shirt. Tan lines from days spent sunning herself stood against caramel skin.

“Good, see, was that really so hard?”

Danyssa walked over to the box, and pulled out a short crop. She circled Kira, with the hungry eyes of a predator. Cold. Appraising.

She slapped Kira’s ass with the crop making a light snap. “Wonderful ass. Perfectly sculpted.” She continued making a slow circuit. She ran the crop up Kira’s midsection. “Toned, tight, chiseled.” She rested the crop lightly on her nipple. “Bouncy, perky, just massive. Not as big as Becky’s of course. But I imagine Arthur is quite pleased.” She barely had to crane her neck to fit one nipple into her mouth, sucking gently.

Kira felt like she could be pushed over with a feather. She hadn’t ever felt this way with anyone except Arthur. Danyssa released her nipple with a small pop. Kira gathered up enough of her brain to say “Thank you ma’am.” The crop snapped on the top of her breast. “You will speak when spoken to Miss Fellaxe.” A shiver went through her and a small moan escaped her mouth. “Yes ma’am.”

Danyssa turned her attention back to the lamia, making the same slow circle. The crop landed on her backside. “No ass to speak of. Just a flair to your hips where your ass should be.” She continued. Running the crop up her midsection “Hmm, You haven’t exactly been putting in the work at the gym, have you?” The crop cupped the underside of her soft tit. “Perky, but small. I’m not so certain we should be wasting any time at all with you.” Cheryl’s normally confident demeanor had crumbled entirely under the humiliation.

“No- I- I’m-” Danyssa put up a finger. “I said he wasn’t going to be wasting his time on people who weren’t worth it.” Cheryl stammered out. “I-I’m worth it! I swear! Please…”

“I suppose we’ll see about that won’t we?”

She walked back over to the box.