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Early the next morning, the coven climbed into a black van for the trip to Constance's office in White Plains. Sugar and Constance sat in the rear row of seats, Demona in the middle row, and Ray in the front passenger seat.
Rita sat in the driver's seat. She was wearing black jeans and a black hoodie to cover the seams in her plastic body.
"You know, I like to drive," Ray grumbled.
"My reaction times are quicker," Rita said as she started the van.
"Says you."
"Says technology." She reached out and turned on the radio. A droning, techno beat filled the air.
"Can't ya find some Sinatra?" Ray asked.
Rita glared at him. "I keep forgetting how old you are."
"Anything else but this, please," Sugar said from the back.
"Fine," Rita grumbled.
"Marilyn Manson, please," Demona chimed in.
"Fuck no," Sugar answered.
The sound of Atomic by Blondie filled the space. The five of them looked at each other. "Yeah, okay," they agreed.
"Going to be a long trip if I have to keep finding music to suit all you fossils," Rita said in her tinny voice.
"I'll handle the radio," Ray said.
They others shouted 'No' in unison.
Rita was about to put the van in reverse to leave the loading dock area when the side door opened.
Sister Asmodea climbed in, pushing Demona's medical bag to the side.
They all stared at her as she closed the sliding door.
She realized they were staring. "What?"
She was dressed in a traditional Catholic nun's wimple and black robes.
"Jesus, Penguin, you look like a refugee from The Sound of Music," Demona giggled.
The others burst out laughing.
Asmodea gave them all an icy stare. "Nuns dressed in rubber tend to draw attention. I prefer to be incognito."
"Why are you here at all?" Sugar asked as she leaned forward and touched the nun's shoulder. "I thought you were against this whole exercise?"
"I am; however, I am the Church's representative and you are my congregation. I need to go to keep you out of trouble."
Demona kept giggling.
"Stop it," Asmodea whispered.
"You're naked under there, aren't you?" Demona asked.
"Yes."
They all burst into laughter.
***
"So, this Edward, you think he will be a problem?" Sugar asked.
Constance shrugged. "He's... demented."
"We're all demented."
"Yes, but... I think he hates women."
"Oh, I see," Sugar said.
"We don't allow that," Rita said. She was watching in the rearview mirror.
"I know," Constance said.
Ray turned and looked back at Constance. "He violent?"
"Sometimes... I think he wants to be. He, well, I think he might have done things in the past. They kicked him out of school at one point."
Ray looked at Rita and the two of them nodded.
"He worships me," Constance said. "I'm like his surrogate mother." She looked at Sugar. "We can use our power to change him, right?"
Sugar nodded. "Most likely."
"Not always," Demona said as she stared at her tablet.
"Well, if not..."
"Lobotomizer," Demona said. "The ol' brain swizzler. And, that's only if he hasn't killed."
"Oh. I see. Wait, what if he has killed?"
Sugar squeezed her hand. "Your nurse, Rhonda, tell me about her?"
Constance laughed. "Old biker chick. I love her to pieces. We can keep her, right?"
Asmodea turned and looked at her. "It hasn't been decided whether you can keep any of them. It will be the Church's decision."
Sugar winked at Constance, and sent her a telepathic message:
No, it isn't
.
"And, then there's my receptionist and the other staff. They don't know anything about the darker side of the business."
"We'll keep it that way, or bend them to our will if necessary," Sugar said. "Now, what about this delicious little blackmail slave you have, Allison?"
Constance smiled. "Hot as hell. But she acts like I'm the Antichrist. I don't buy it though. I think she loves what I make her do. Please tell me I can keep her?"
***
"This is a bad idea," Asmodea complained.
They had stopped at a truck stop just outside White Plains. Truck drivers and travelers were going in and out of the sprawling gas oasis.
"She needs to practice her mind control skills. Might as well jump into the deep end," Sugar said as she rubbed Asmodea's shoulders from behind. "Come on, Asmodea, have a little fun."
"Yay, fun. Probably end up having to fight our way out of the place, FBI SWAT teams, national news, Havana putting my head on a spike..." Asmodea opened the side door and they all climbed out.
"Sour puss," Sugar said. Sugar had abandoned her traditional white rubber bondage wear for a simple white pair of leather pants and a matching short jacket that barely contained her mountain of boobs.
All heads turned as she stretched in the morning sun.
"Subtle, Sugar," Demona said as she stalked by toward the store.
"Careful Demona, the sun's out, you'll burst into flames," Sugar said with a smile.
"Ha ha, yeah. Hysterical. Laugh at the goth chick. Fuck you, Sugar. God, I hope they have churros, I'd suck a dick for a churro."
"Love you too, babe."
Demona held up her right hand and flipped her off with her back turned.
"Please! Do not draw unnecessary attention," Asmodea pleaded.
Constance looked around the crowded parking lot and marveled at the fact she now had a family. She hadn't spoken to her own in years. And, now, she had a coven of bickering, sexy... what were they? Sisters? Sister Wives? Wives? Polyamory was confusing.
Sugar had picked out a tight-fitting Lycra dress for her that came to mid-thigh matched with shiny white pumps.
The fabric hugged every curve, including braless gravity defying tits with their thick nipples - nipples that seemed to be perpetually hard.
And, leaky. She was dribbling slowly - not like Sugar, but enough.
The only thing dribbling more was her pussy.
Sugar leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Can you hear them yet?"
Constance nodded. At first, she had thought that everyone must have been talking in the parking lot, but that wasn't the case. She was hearing their thoughts.
Meaningless prattle: song lyrics, grocery lists, "Oh, man, do I have to take a piss," "Man, check out the piece of ass in the white dress."
What?
She looked through the crowd. A young man of about eighteen was looking her up and down, trying to be discrete. He was timid, she could feel that, but very turned on by her.
He was hard! It was like she could feel his cock in his tight jeans growing as he imagined what she looked like naked.
She smiled at him and licked her lips.
His eyes grew wide and he turned away quickly as he walked toward the store.
Embarrassed! She could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, his hard-on uncomfortable in his jeans.
"You are reading them, aren't you?" Sugar whispered.
"Oh, yes! Sugar, the boy? He's hard from looking at me."
Sugar laughed. "Of course, he is. Make him turn around."
