Ready to meet Abbadon

Coming to a few moments later you turn to Charles, he has reverted to his human form and is pulling on his pants. Lying back on Charles desk basking in the post-coital glow you say. "Charles, I think I'm ready to meet Abbadon."

Charles regards you and asks if you're sure about that.

You tell him briefly about your visit to HR and how they told you that your name was being floated for upper management. You conclude saying. "I feel it's my duty to the company to at least hear what's being offered."

Charles grunts. "Alright, I'll take you to the sixty-sixth floor and introduce you to Abbadon. I'm not surprised at your promotion, we're all very excited about the new food line you're developing."

The two of you take the elevator up to floor sixty-six. A receptionist with blood red hair and perfect curves squeezed into a skimpy dress, greets you.

Charles informs her. "We're here to see Abbadon."

Charles leads you across the black marble floor to Abbadon's office. He knocks on the door. You can sense power and evil emanating from the office, it makes you excited and wet. You enter an anteroom. In the antechamber there is an onyx desk, behind the desk sits a beautiful Asiatic woman with long dark hair. Charles waves a hand at you and says. "Wendy Wershaw for Abbadon."

"Let me buzz you in." Says the Asian woman hitting a button on her desk.

At the far end of the room behind the secretary an ornate cast iron door swings open a crack. You and Charles precede in. Abbadon greets you. Abbadon is young looking but towers six foot tall. She comes around and takes a seat on the edge of her desk.

"So you're thinking of coming to upper management, Wendy?" Abbadon asks.

"I serve the company, whatever you think is best mistress." You answer demurely.

"I think you have clung to the tattered remains of your soul for far to long as it is, I think it time you take your rightful place as my chief scientific officer." Abbadon remarks.

"What must I do, mistress?" You query.

Abbadon mouths words in an ancient language. Her dress evaporates, her skin is replaced by shiny black scales. Her curves become more accentuated, her breasts swelling to the size of two cantaloupes, her eyes burn red reminding you of the coals of a campfire after it's burned awhile. She gestures you over. You insinuate yourself between her legs. Her aroma is driving you into a frenzy of lust.

Abbadon's hands explore your body. Abbadon says. "Take the power that you where destined for. You'll see humanity is but our plaything. I will usher in a new era. It'll be as if man never stole our birthright. All of creation will be ours."

You ask. "What must be done, my mistress?"

"Simply surrender to the pleasure." Abbadon tells you a giant scaly phallus growing above her vagina.

You don't hesitate, you begin stroking Abbadon's erection, then slide your mouth down over it. Contrary to the impression the scales give, Abbadon's penis is fiery hot and from underneath the scales you can tell something extremely arousing is secreted.

Getting more into the blowjob you are giving Abbadon you thrust out your bottom leaving your dripping slit and ass exposed. Charles Cambers takes the opportunity.

Abbadon and Charles have you in a spit roast position, taking you from either end. Abbadon Begins to chant again and lays her hands on your back. "Now, now! surrender your soul to me."

"Take it, take my soul, all it's done is hold me back from my true power." You say momentarily pulling your mouth off Abbadon's cock.

Abbadon and Charles simultaneously discharge their loads in your mouth and cunt. There is an intense moment of pain and remorse as your soul dies, but a moment later you arise reborn in darkness.