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*****
"Goddamn it, I'm telling you this girl is special," Ray growled into the cellphone. He had to shove the adoring captives away with his foot to keep them from undoing his pants and sucking him.
The Church Bishop on the other end of the conversation growled back.
Ray cut him off. "Listen you fucking bastard, I'm not lobotomizing her. You need to make an exception. If I make her into a cheerleader slut, you'll have a line of Whore Masters fighting over her at the slave auction..."
Ray grimaced at the reply.
All the while, the little redhead smiled and looked up at him with big doe eyes. He reached down and stroked her hair.
Ray rolled his eyes. "No, I don't want to keep her for myself." He gritted his teeth. "Lobotomization - that's you sick fucks's answer for everything."
The Bishop started to say something, but Ray hung up on him. "One day, I swear to God, the Whore Masters and the White Witches are going to turn on those fucks, and it's gonna be biblical..."
Ray smiled down at the redhead. He picked her up and she dangled in his arms, snuggling against his hard muscled chest.
Lobotomizer? He thought about it as she stared adoringly into his eyes. Some people needed to have their brain's wiped to accept their new reality, but this woman was different. He had seen it before: someone with a touch of perversion, a secret fetish to be objectified. For them, this wasn't a nightmare, it was release - release from a mundane existence.
She'd be another Sugar Tits if she had two more inches in height.
She began kissing his chest.
Life just wasn't fair.
"Okay, ladies, let's go see the doctor." Ray turned and left the padded cell, still carrying the redhead in his arms.
The line of naked girls hurried after him toward the elevator.
He waited until they were all inside, and then he reached out with his free hand.
His finger hesitated over the button for ten.
"Fuck it," he whispered.
Ray pressed nine.
***
Emily was throwing punches for the first time in her life.
Sugar danced out of the way of the awkward jabs. "Oh, please, you know you liked it."
Asmodea had an amused look on her face.
Hecate stood expressionless as the fight continued.
Sugar dodged a right hook, caught the woman's wrist as it passed and spun her around.
Emily screamed as Sugar kicked her in the ass and she went down on the rubber floor.
"Serves you right," Sugar giggled. She used her foot and rolled the crying woman onto her back.
Emily kicked, but again Sugar was too fast, and her foot struck nothing but air. "You psycho, bitch! What did you do to me?" She struggled to her feet and Sugar shoved her back with one hand bouncing Emily off the wall.
She fell to her knees in front of the taller and much stronger white witch.
"Emily, stop before you hurt yourself."
Emily began to cry. "Why? Why are you doing this to us?"
"There, that's better," Sugar said as she stepped closer. "Believe it or not, little slut, we're saving the world. We're doing a god's work."
Emily shook and whined. "You're insane."
She knelt down and tilted Emily's face up. "Emily, you belong to us now. Both of you."
Sam grumbled behind his ball gag.
"Just let us go," Emily whispered. "Please."
"Okay."
Emily looked up into Sugar's eyes. "What?"
"We'll let you go. Both of you. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"You... you're lying."
"Oh, no, I mean it. I'll release him, you can put your clothes back on and head back to a life of wedded bliss - as blissful as his tiny cock can make you, that is."
Sam cursed behind his gag.
"Quiet, you," Sugar whispered over her shoulder.
"You'll let us go?" Emily asked.
"Absolutely - that is if you pass my test."
Emily groaned.
"It's a simple test." She pointed toward the tall, beautiful woman in pink latex. "Isn't Hecate beautiful?"
Emily stared at the amazon.
"If you can last five minutes without letting Hecate fuck you, I'll let you and your husband go."
Emily wept. "No. You'll make me. You'll hypnotize me like..." She looked miserably up at Asmodea. "Like before."
Asmodea winked and licked her full red lips.
"No, I promise. No mind games. I won't do a thing." Sugar said and stroked the woman's brown hair. "Five minutes, and then you can leave, no strings attached."
Emily swallowed and nodded.
Sugar leaned in close. "But, I have to warn you, if you make love to Hecate? You and your husband will belong to us forever." She licked Emily's cheek. "Oh, and, if you do partake of Hecate's ample charms? She has a disease - an incurable virus. A single drop of her juices and you will be infected."
Emily looked across the room at the amazon's blank expression. "I won't touch that freak."
Sugar laughed. "Hecate, my love, come here."
Hecate walked sensuously toward them, one foot in front of the other, until she stood in front of the cowering Emily.
"Five minutes starting now," Sugar said as she stood up and walked away.
***
The elevator doors opened on Level Nine. The hallway was dark, save for a warm red glow that came from a crack in the wall far in the distance and a single, unbroken fluorescent that flickered nearby.
Ray stood with the redhead still clinging to him. "You bitches keep your backs against the elevator wall behind me. Don't you move, and for your own good, don't fucking run."
The girls stepped back against the elevator wall.
He didn't see the dark shape come through the crack in the wall - one instant the hall was empty, and the next the shape of a woman stood in the gloom.
She walked toward them, stiletto heels clicking on the tile floor.
Ray stood the redhead on her feet. "Listen, babe. I know you can't understand what I'm telling you, but I'm saving your life. I ain't sticking a needle in your brain and sending you to be a maid for the rest of eternity, or harvest crops till your body rots."
She beamed up at him, oblivious.
"Better they make you a monster than make you nothing."
The dark shape stepped into the flickering light.
Kimiko stood in her gleaming black, latex skin. "Hello, lover." The sub slut smiled at him, red latex lips shining.
It had been ages since he last saw her. It had been when he, Sugar, and Rita had ventured deep into Level Nine to rescue Demona from that hell. He had only glimpsed Kimiko that day.
Now, she stood smiling two feet away.
Technically, Kimiko belonged to him - a gift from Alex and Gwen when he had agreed to become a Whore Master and serve Morpheus for eternity.
He wished to fuck he could give her back. "You can talk now? Last time I saw you, all you could do was moan."
Kimiko laughed gently. "With my mistress, all things are possible."
Ray frowned. Her mistress, Demonica - another "wife" he would like to give back.
Or, better yet, strangle her till her glowing red eyes popped.
"Why are you here, lover? And, with such pretty company?" Kimiko whispered. She reached out and stroked the redhead's left breast.
The woman shivered and looked at Ray, unsure of what she should do.
"I'm giving your mistress this one. They want me to lobotomize her - I won't."
Kimiko hissed a laugh. "Poor Ray - no stomach for the hard parts of your job?"
"Better she's with you and your mistress than lobotomized."
More shapes appeared in the hallway - thin, tall shapes with long arms and legs. They loped down the hallway on all fours.
Ray gritted his teeth. "Just her. Try to take the others, and I'll kill you."
"Husband!? Such a way to talk to your eternal mate."
"Fuck you."
Kimiko drew in a sharp breath. "Oh, I remember. I wish we could. I loved it when you used to dominate me."
One of the shapes stopped nearby. Slick, gray skin glimmered in the meager light. It was hairless, and its eyes were gone. Nostrils flared on its flat nose and it opened its mouth in a wide grin, displaying needle sharp teeth.
Its long, flaccid cock began to thicken.
The monster could smell the girls.
Behind him, the girls whimpered and cried. They cowered against the wall.
The monster reached out a long, thin hand and grasped the redhead's hand.
She cried out and grabbed Ray's hand with her free hand. Her eyes looked into his, a gaze of terror and heartbreak.
And, love.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He was already a quarter of the way to his full quota of mates.
The monster tugged and the redhead's grip loosened.
She was crying.
Ray pulled her back. "Fuck this. I changed my mind."
The monster threw back his bald head and howled.
Behind him, the other monsters howled back and charged.
"No toy woman to save you now, lover." Kimiko laughed as she stepped aside.
"Don't need saving, bitch," Ray rumbled. Hs right fist pistoned out and the monster's face exploded in dark blood, needle teeth flying away in all directions.
The monster let go and Ray slung the redhead behind him.
Two monsters stepped on the first as it lay on the floor shrieking.
"Wrong goddamned day, assholes. I'm in a bad fucking mood." Ray grabbed a monster neck in each hand and dashed their heads together. Their skulls cracked like eggshells and they fell in a pile on top of the first.
Ray kicked the slimy bodies into the hall at Kimiko's feet.
She held up her hand and the rest of the monsters stopped their advance. "Another time, husband."
Ray smiled out at her as the doors closed. "Tell Demonica I'll come for her one day. And, I'm gonna make a real mess."
The doors shut, and Ray deflated. He leaned against the doors.
Small arms wrapped around his waist.
