Your not the center of the world you know!

“Director Kai, I’m terribly sorry to intrude on you this way but I have been sent from the Vatican to supervise a large joint operation that should take place in the next forty eight hours. Word has come to us that a major Demon gathering will take place right here in your backyard. The pope has sent me personally to bring the might of the whole Christianity upon them.”

You look at him stunned. You should have heard of this, if this is true you cannot let the Vatican strike such a powerful blow to the Hellish armies.

“This is highly irregular; I should have been informed long ago. I have most of my operational staff deployed on the field…”

“Your technical support will not be needed; this is just a courtesy visit. My teams are assembling right as we speak. You’ll need to stay out of our way that’s all.”

Speechless you look at the man from Rome leaving your office after thanking you for your cooperation. Deep inside you you’re both terribly relieved and extremely angry.

“Get me that little slut Natasha.” You spit in the phone.

Five minutes later Natasha Ludive steps into your office. She’s one of the last recruited interns and she hasn’t been invited to your little morning games yet. In a word she’s still innocent enough to help you with the task at hand.

“Did you call for me Director Kai?” she asks in her high pitched voice.

“Yes, Natasha, please close the curtains and come sit here,” you say tapping on your desk.

The heavy curtains closed, she walks to the chair in front of you and sits.

“Not there, here!” you spit angrily tapping your desk a second time.

Uncomfortable she sits where you told her to.

“So Natasha, how have been those first days?”

“Well Director…” she starts, “I don’t want to criticize but…”

“Go ahead, tell me everything, once the curtains are closed this is like a confessional, anything that happens in here stays in here.”

“I … I Don’t know but it’s a general thing. It’s hard to explain.”

“Hum, hum.”

“Well for instance the other morning, I overheard a couple of agents talking.”

“That kind of things happen, Natasha, agents do talk with each other.”

“No, no, it’s not the talking that bothered me; it’s what they were talking about.”

“And what were they talking about?”

“They were talking about **** and blood…”

“You know, Natasha, this is the DSD, we treat with very nasty things out there.”

“No, no they were talking about **** someone, like in an orgy or something.”

“Oh, I see.”

You stand and walk to the small bar that Marlowe had installed in the cupboard behind the desk.

“You want something to drink Natasha?”

“No, I… I don’t drink ****.”

You walk back to your chair a glass of scotch in your hand. Your free hand wraps around the ankle of the girl. She wiggles around trying to break free but you don’t let her.

“So you were saying that two of my agent, my own agents, whose task is to protect mankind from the perversion of hell, two of my agents were talking about **** someone… at an orgy?”

“Yes, well, I’m not saying that were going to do it, they were just talking about it…”

“And would it bother you?”

“I… I don’t understand what you mean…”

“Would it bother you if two of my agents would go out, blow some steam after work at an orgy and would decide to **** someone, would that bother you?”

“I … I…”

“As I said we deal with pretty nasty things around here and sometimes, you must understand that, sometimes we need some release. We need to do things that the common morality would reprove. For instance, does my hand around your ankle bother you?”

“I… no… Not really…”

“And my hand was to go up your leg, like this… Would this bother you?”

“No… I don’t know… I…”

“And if I was to **** you here myself in this office, would that bother you?” you finally say showing your fangs.

Natasha doesn’t answer, she tries to roll away but your hand on her thigh holds her firmly on the desk. She extends a hand towards the door and starts to scream.

“Scream all you want little bitch,” you say tearing her pants open. “Nobody will come to help you… They don’t mind… They know that sometimes we have to blow some steam…”

Your hand covered in her thick blood is deep into her destroyed pussy when finally the contact is established with your Lady Grace.

You tell your Mistress of the visit of the Vatican.

“My little Jody, your innocence is so pathetic that I could just eat your cunt right now.”

“But Mistress, I think the man is serious enough to be able to take them all out.”

“I sure hope he is my little Jody. He does and I remain, I remain and Lilith will only see me on Earth and she will grant me the powers I need to open the portals, all of them, to cleanse the earth of the scourge of man, to teach them for all eternity the ways of submission… Jody all you have to do for me is…”