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  “Fuck you, Daddy... Fuck you, Daddy...”

  When she was done, she looked up at Hael and laughed long and mockingly, before she fell asleep. She had stolen a fascinated look from this bound, helpless creature, which had gripped her mind, in turn.

  Chapter Three

  On the morning of the next day, Lucretia left the room, then returned with chains in her hands. She loved the look on the faces of both her otherworldly prisoners as they noticed the rusted, clinking rings. She knew they recognized it for what it was as soon as they saw it. It was iron, to burn and bind and break them.

  “You both know what this is and are perfectly aware what it can do to you both.”

  “Yes,” replied Hael.

  “You may speak, demon. But if you try and rain your silly little curses on me again, I will whip you with these chains until you are raw and burned all over.”

  “Yes,” grumbled Andraelphus.

  “Good,” she said, before wrapping the chains around both their necks, ordering the demon to assume a human form. Andraelphus chose that of a woman, her limbs covered in oozing wounds. Scoffing at the demon’s poor choice, Lucretia tied the chain around him and smiled as she heard his flesh sizzle under the touch of the metal. She did the same to the angel, who was silent all the while.

  “You will be taken to different quarters, where you will be held. There, you will advise me or provide favors for me until the time that I deem you fit to be released. Understood?”

  “Yes,” they both muttered.

  She tugged at their chains and pulled them out of their circles, leading them across great corridors made of marble and furnished with ill-earned treasures: a great mahogany table stolen from some pillaged village in Sudan here, a case filled with a Vietnamese shaman’s badges of office there. Lucretia could feel Andrealphus’s agitation, Hael’s disgust; the creatures could both smell blood, perhaps—she imagined—see it seeping out, flowing onto the floor. This entire estate was a gigantic trophy room. A testament to Eli’s life and multitude of sins.

  Lucretia placed the angel Hael in the library, fixing his chain on to a coat hook on the wall. Andraelphus, she led across the estate into an entirely different room.

  “Father kept it more as a personal joke,” she said, before booting him inside. She laughed as the demon screamed.

  “He wasn’t very religious, but he always appreciated a good looted artifact. Especially, when it was taken from those with great faith.” She walked inside the small chapel filled wall-to-wall with ancient icons, musty holy books, and religious symbols.

  Andraelphus writhed on the floor, his skin sizzling, overwhelmed with blisters.

  “Take me out of here! Please! I beg you, take me out of here!”

  “No. You need a good housebreaking, and this is the place for it.”

  “Get me out of here! I’ll do anything!”

  “If you are so desperate, then maybe we could cut a deal...”

  “Yes! A deal! What are your terms?” He was frantic now, frothing at the mouth. His entire right side was sizzling; his eyes were a deep shade of red. He grasped at her gown.

  Lucretia raised a foot and placed it on his chest, pushing him down on the floor, a look of disgust on her face.

  “Please me, demon. Please me and maybe I will let you go.”

  “Here? In this place that burns me and kills me?”

  “I have found that men perform much better carnally when nearing death. I bet this applies to demons, as well. How about you try and make yourself proper, for starters?”

  Andraelphus looked at her in horror as he tried to change his form, but each bore the wounds he had just suffered. He turned into a beautiful young man, but his face was burned. He attempted to turn into some feline, tall and bipedal, but its fur was patchy and singed. And with each form he took, she could see he burned further.

  In the end, he chose the form of a large man with rippling muscles and skin covered in obscene tattoos, his face a long, twisted mockery of a man, covered in coarse hairs. It was a form that hid most of his glaring deformities. He stood naked before her, his member limp, but large nonetheless. Lucretia sighed.

  “Sad, unimaginative little creature. But I guess it will have to do,” she said, leaning over him and kneeling over his muzzle, rubbing her sex all over his nose, letting him take in her scent. The demon whimpered, his pain overcoming his desire.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked, grinding her waist on his face, listening to his muffled pleas. “Get—aah!” she yelped when she felt the demon’s unnaturally long tongue taste her. She shuddered then, but held her composure.

  Her knees trembling, she stood on top of the creature while it lapped up at her, tasting her deeply. Lucretia held back her moans and let herself go, sinking down onto his mouth; her body became suddenly tense, writhing with pleasure. Despite herself, she let out a moan, then got up, loving the demon’s pained and agonized expression; he feared that he had somehow failed her test.

  Lucretia removed her thong and exposed her sex before sitting on the creature’s face once more. This time, she could not hold back her screams while his experienced tongue tasted her, lapped up her juices, then slid up inside her like a living thing and writhed inside her cunt.

  Light-headed by desire, she turned around, swiveling on his face to taste his phallus. When she noticed it lying limp between his legs, her desire suddenly abated. To be shunned by an angel was one thing, but to be disappointed by a demon...

  She got up off Andrealphus and went for the door. The creature growled and reached out to grab her. She slapped his hand aside.

  “You’re absolutely useless, little fiend.”

  “How do you expect me to perform in this place, while I’m burning inside the haven of my enemy?” he protested.

  “The important thing is that you failed. You’re staying here.”

  She felt a great wave of desire rise from her as she heard the demon’s screams spill out the heavy wooden door.

  Chapter Four

  She ignored her slaves the following days, while she handled her father’s estate and made sure to strike his name from the face of the Earth for good. And his name was in a lot of places. Say what you will about the old bastard, she would sometimes find herself thinking, he made the most of his deal with the devil. There were yachts, there were fast cars, and there were estates and bank accounts hidden all over the world that she hadn’t even heard of till today. As each of them surfaced, when each hidden treasure found its way to her, Lucretia suddenly realized—for the first time in her life—exactly what Eli was hiding from her.

  She understood how the old man used to go about his day now and found it to her liking. There were limousines to carry her to work and a legion of doe-eyed secretaries at her beck and call. There were meals in fancy restaurants, with chefs groveling at her feet. There were grown men—stone-faced and unyielding—twice her age, broken down and kneeling at her command. She enjoyed the way the men stared at her now, and she loved talking down to women, knowing none of them could ever touch her, that she was impregnable in her newfound power and wealth.

  She was in her office overlooking Sidon Square, staring down a pair of highly qualified candidates for an executive position, when she suddenly realized it:

  She could do anything.

  The men were droning on, smiling, telling their bland little jokes, when Lucretia suddenly put the papers down on the desk and said:

  “That’s all well and good, gentlemen, but I’m afraid it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.”

  She loved how they suddenly turned pale and stuttered. How the quicker one tried to use this to his advantage and retort with something witty. She held up her hand, silencing him, and then got up. They looked so small from up there.

  She took in a deep breath, and her bosom pushed against her shirt. She got wet just at the thought of what she was about to say.

  “I will pick the one who can fuck me properly,” she exclaimed. “A
fter all, I do believe in choosing candidates based on their merits.”

  “Miss Mandrake, you can’t be serious...” One of them gasped.

  “Then go. Turning this down immediately promotes your fellow candidate.” She loved the way she could almost taste the poison riding on her tongue, almost dripping on her desk. She rubbed her legs together under her skirt and was suddenly aroused by the men staring at her, then sizing up each other. Without a word, they got up and started stripping.

  She licked her lips, her nipples suddenly firm and erect as the candidates removed their pressed shirts, their thousand-dollar trousers, and their designer underwear and stood naked in front of her, both of them erect and waiting. She loved how they both stood at attention, like good little soldiers.

  Lucretia walked around her desk and closer to them. She grabbed their members, suddenly feeling almost faint when the first short, but brief orgasm shook through her like a blast. She wrapped her hands around the shafts and started caressing them, looking into their eyes and watching them both, nervous and excited at the same time. She pulled back at their foreskins, exposing their thick heads, and then gently rubbed the tips, spreading the preseminal fluid on her thumbs.

  Tasting it, she found both to her liking. But then again, she could not allow them to think she enjoyed this. She shot a look of supposed disdain at one candidate. Turning to the other, she stared deep into his eyes. Kneeling in front of his member, holding it just inches away from her lips.

  “What’s your name?”

  “I’m...” he stuttered, anticipating the touch of her lips any minute now. “Wilkiss, ma’am. Johnathan Wilkiss.”

  “You pass the taste test, Wilkiss,” she uttered briefly, before letting his cock slide down her tongue halfway to her throat. She heard the man groan over her, and she started moaning all over him, tasting his member with her tongue, bobbing her head hungrily, sucking at the tip loudly, stealing glances over at the next candidate, who looked more interested than cheated.

  With a final thrust, she took Wilkiss’s cock all the way to the hilt and stuck her tongue out, tasting him deeply. She was almost gagging, which made her nearly stumble on the floor, loving this moment of powerlessness. She wished he would grab her hair and hold her down until she fought for breath, but her prayers went unheeded.

  Lucretia pulled back and took a deep breath. Then she looked at the man next to her.

  “Your name?”

  “Cassidy, ma’am.”

  “Come here, Cassidy,” she said, moving to him. She took his member all the way down this time, sucking more hungrily, on fire now. She pulled back and tasted Wilkiss, then started sucking on one cock each time, switching between them, bobbing her head, feeling filthier and more aroused than ever before.

  She stopped and saw her spit and their precum mixed all over their shafts and licked her lips, unable to mask her excitement anymore. Hungrily, she tugged them both closer and started switching between them, moaning all over them, stroking one then sucking the other. She was soaked now, weak with desire.

  Wilkiss held on quite well, seizing up his cum, even after the first few droplets touched her tongue, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. Cassidy was the one who lost it first, though, letting his hot sperm shoot down her throat. She gulped it down hungrily, sucking on him until she had milked every drop, and kept going as he deflated in her mouth, then slowly grew back again.

  So drunk was she with desire that she did not notice Wilkiss pulling up her skirt and removing her thong, spreading her rear and sex. The sudden intrusion of his tongue inside her made her moan all over Cassidy’s phallus. Cassidy grabbed her by her hair and started bobbing her head up and down. He used her roughly while the other man sucked and kissed her clitoris, before reaching back inside her sex.

  She climaxed then, a great orgasm that made her body shudder and her cunt spasm again and again all over Wilkiss’s tongue and his face, that made her grind her sex against his lips, while Cassidy’s shaft choked her. She pulled out then and shoved both men aside, not wanting them to believe they had come out on top. But she had to hand it to Cassidy: getting so hard so fast, especially after the gratuitous amount he had just given her, was a feat of endurance in and of itself.

  “Lie down, Wilkiss,” she ordered the man, who immediately complied, perfectly erect. Without a thought, she climbed on top of him and slammed herself down on him all the way. The tip of his member bumped against her cervix. She let out a long, hard groan as she pulled back and then slammed back down, digging her nails into his chest and watching his squirm, not daring to utter a word despite the pain.

  She was halfway up her stroke over Wilkiss’s cock when she turned to Cassidy.

  “What are you waiting for, soldier, a written invitation? Your colleague is already way ahead of you.” She smiled at Wilkiss, grinding at the tip of his member, wiggling her firm, plump behind at the other man. She watched him smile, and as he knelt behind her, the tip of his member suddenly poked her tightest entrance. She was scared for a moment, thinking she had finally bitten more than she could chew.

  But Cassidy apparently had previous experience. She saw him wave to Wilkiss and felt the man remove himself from inside her, allowing Cassidy to enter her deeply and violently, getting her juices all around his member before pulling out and trying again. She ground her teeth as the man began easing his way inside her behind, his shaft lubed up by her own juices. Excited like never before, her vagina clamped over Wilkiss’s shaft.

  The minute Cassidy’s tip was inside her, she squealed, feeling her insides spread open. She relaxed, allowing him to slide inside her, inch by inch, both shafts grinding against each other, filling her up. With one thrust, she pushed back at both men, and suddenly they were all the way in, up to the hilt.

  The pain subsided, letting Lucretia feel them both thrusting in unison, both cocks pulling out, then slamming back in. To her, it seemed as if they somehow met inside her stomach. Lucretia gave Wilkiss her breast to suck on and clawed behind her at Cassidy’s firm abs, all the while squealing:

  “Harder, you goddamn pigs, harder! Do I have to do everything around here?”

  They slammed in her then, each stroke harder than the next, pulling out, then pushing back inside, and she realized that she had lost all sensation, that both men had led her into a point of ecstasy she had never dreamed of. Her orgasm built up, built up...

  Then was suddenly gone, as they both released. Wilkiss’s semen spilled inside her, and Cassidy’s filled her up, but there was no satisfaction, no climax. There was just a brief moment of bliss that was gone as soon as they both pulled out and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to speak.

  She stood up from between them and gave them a short, cursory glance she considered would be more than enough to mask her disappointment.

  “Wilkiss, what the hell were you thinking, coming inside me?”

  “I am very sorry, ma’am, but...”

  “Cassidy, you are hired. You are obviously the more reliable man,” she said, then dressed up, leaving both men baffled. Suddenly, she was awash with a feeling of disgust for both of them, but mostly for herself.

  Chapter Five

  Her disgust hadn’t abated even two hours later, during her ride home. She was still sore from Cassidy’s rough penetration and still felt Wilkiss’s hot release inside her, but found that she could not enjoy it. If anything, she couldn’t help but think herself soiled, dirty, and terribly ashamed.

  She noticed the chauffer stealing glances back at her when she sat on the back of her limo. She was furious at first, but as the car stopped in front of a red light, a thought crossed her mind. Slowly, with her head turned toward the window, she undid the buttons of her top, exposing her cleavage, knowing that the driver would now desperately be trying to sneak peeks at her.

  Carefully, she pulled her top open, leaving only two buttons still on, letting her ample breasts drop out, in full view. She was getting wet again, her nipples erect, when
she realized that the driver was having trouble concentrating, desperately trying to hide his ragged, excited breathing.

  She cupped one of her breasts and twisted a nipple, enjoying the pain and his gasps, then spread her legs for him, pulling up her skirt. She dug her claws between her hips, moving them upward to her sex, giving him a nice full view of her soaked thong, spreading wider than she ever had.

  The cacophony of horns as they blared behind them woke them both from their reveries, and the driver turned his attention back to the road, speeding up past the traffic. Biting her lip, she ordered him:

  “Take me someplace quiet.”

  Without another word, he took the next exit and led her away from the streets, speeding down through narrow back roads framed by old warehouses. They were in an abandoned part of the docks in just a matter of minutes. Neither of them exchanged a single glance the whole time.

  Lucretia opened the door and walked out, her breasts still exposed, her skirt lifted up, her black hair down past her shoulders. The driver got out, and she realized that she had never really noticed him before; he was a tall, well-built black man, his face a hard mask, his eyes an unusual emerald green, hungrily taking in every detail on her body. She licked her lips at the sight of the bulge pushing against the fabric of his pants.

  She rushed in and kissed him, groping his erection. He did not moan or call out. He simply kissed her back and waited, his eyes locked on to hers, darting sometimes down to her breasts. Drunk with desire, Lucretia undid his belt and let his trousers drop, watching him naked before her. She wanted to comment on his size but stopped herself at the last minute. The man kissed her back and cupped both of her breasts in his hands. He teased and tweaked her nipples expertly, roughly, but with just the right amount of care, giving her the first little orgasm, a short pang between her legs.