The not so nice little prey

“That’s worrisome, let me call HQ, I’ll be back in a minute.”

You step outside the apartment and walk out of the building. A bit further down the street you spot a Fed Ex truck parked by a store. You wait for the delivery guy to come out and as he steps back into his truck you stop him.

“Excuse me, I have a flat tire and I have no clue on how to change it. My insurance just expired, could you just give me a hand.”

“Look lady, I’m working here, call your husband or something.”

Nice attitude, you already like the guy.

“Please, I’ll make it worth your while,” you insist slowly bending his will.

“Okay, okay, so where’s your car?”

He follows you to your car.

“Lady, you don’t have a flat tire.”

“Yes I know but I have a friend in need, would you mind following me?”

All the way down from his truck you strengthened your mental foothold in his mind and obediently he follows you up the stairs.

“Andrea, there’s someone here to see you,” you yell as you enter the apartment.

She exits the room looking even more tired.

“Yes what is it?” she says in a hesitant voice.

The man is about to answer but before he can even open his mouth you step behind him, rip his shirt open and dig your fangs in his throat. Mentally you order him to stay still.

“Andrea, look at this, doesn’t he looks delicious? Doesn’t he looks like what you need? Don’t you want to come here and have some?”

Entranced by the crimson nectar falling on the man’s hairy chest she stumbles towards him. Her mouth locks on the wound. You gently caress her hair and step behind her. Your arms wrap around her belly, your hands dive into her pants, on her panties, beyond her sensitive clit, between her swollen lips, into her wet cavity. And she feeds, she drinks the man, she forgets about her soul, she surrenders to your Lady Grace, to the pleasure and the pain, to the eternal bliss of damnation.

“I love this! So many years playing the bigot and covering my eyes fighting against this. Had I known I would have surrendered right away during the wars to that big cocked Demon that bursted into my apartment. Anyway better late than never.”

You find that Andrea is adapting pretty well to her new affiliation. Since the delivery guy dropped at her feet she has been masturbating with almost all the utensils she has found in her apartment. Rubbing her crotch through her pants against any angle of the furniture to begin with and after, noting that you didn’t seem to mind, more openly, sticking stuff up her pussy and ass.
She has dropped her soaked panties and pants almost an hour ago when she finally asks you:

“How long have you known?”

“Just a few days.”

“And what are our instructions?”

“To take over the DSD, to prevent them from hurting the mistress, help bring forth the reign of Satan and corrupt as many humans as we can in the process.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much.”

“Shall we get to it?”