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Prologue
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"I am uncertain of the formalities, but one imagines our allegiance to your demon mother has been automatically transferred to the new incumbent...." The blonde woman trailed off.
Her companion, a stunning brunette, glared at her through narrowed eyes.
"The old queen was weak, I kept her that way. It was only through my influence at her court that you were ever granted access." She replied, menacingly.
"And now? Can you really stand against those rallied against you?" Dr Schroeder inquired, a snide smile on her perfect lips.
"The Succubae nation is dispersed, my people fugitives from the Church and their allies. Both are too distracted to bother with me and rumours of ancient prophecies. The time for me to strike is now!" The demoness snarled. "You know what I want and I know what you want...." She whispered, sliding a vial across the marble tabletop.
Ava Schroeder raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.
"It's a very small sample." She complained.
"Forgive me, here was I thinking you were a scientist." The hell's daughter sneered. " Synthesise it..."
"....." The German woman was about to speak.
"I believe that you have sufficient lust and malice to activate the substance." Claudine, the other woman, said anticipating the question. She smiled, satisfied that Ava was hers now.
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What Ava Did Next
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She sat in her vehicle, on a quiet suburban street, watching the man.
She stroked the icy vial on a chain around her neck. It was almost beating, throbbing against her skin. As if alive?
No...she dismissed the thought.
She thought back to the day before, the fifth day of testing the synthetic substance, the vial's reactions to every man she passed.
The strongest reaction had been to this man, the one unaware of her observation.
Ava had passed him in a supermarket. He'd been grocery shopping with his family. Ava had smiled as she watched his pretty African-American wife and adorable little girl.
Yes, he was the one and he had no idea what was about to happen to him.
Ava was looking at him now, looking at his back. Her support team had tracked him down. His name was Ted Wells, aged 31.
Her gaze admired his broad shoulders, his slim waist. His t-shirt had ridden up as he worked, exposing skin and the waistband of his boxers. She imagined herself getting into those underpants, gripping on to his cute ass as she sucked on his eager cock...she'd run her hands down those thick thighs.
God, she was wet now, wet enough that she could smell it in the confines of the car.
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"You building this all by yourself?" She called out as she approached him from behind.
At the sound of the unexpected voice, Ted turned around. She had time to look at his ash blonde hair, his brown eyes and friendly smile.
"It's not much, but it'll be ours. A proper family home." He replied, unable to keep the pride from his voice.
"Family?" Ava queried, as she gazed at his sweaty tee, his pecs and nipples visible through the wet fabric.
"My wife, Claire and daughter, Molly." He said, extracting a photo from his wallet.
"They're lovely." Ava said, honestly. It made what she was about to do all the sweeter. She moved closer.
"They sure are." Ted beamed, taking the picture back.
Ava wondered if he'd able to smell her arousal.
"So do you live around here, Miss...?" He asked, suddenly cautious after catching a strange look in the woman's eyes.
"Ava Schroeder." She introduced herself; one hand unstoppering the tiny bottle nestled in her cleavage.
"Ted Wells, pleased to meet you." He said abstractedly. His soulful eyes were drawn to the stranger's chest.
He was aware that he was staring rudely, but he could not draw his gaze away. Her cinnamon perfume was very alluring...
His thoughts stopped.
She smiled, he was bewitched.
She reached out and took hold of his left hand. He did nothing. Oh God, the power she had over him! The vial was pulsing, writhing around her neck.
Ted registered nothing as this unknown woman pulled his wedding band from his finger. She got close to him and put a hand under his t-shirt.
"All you need to know is that you're mine now, Ted." She sighed into his ear.
Ted nodded mutely.
She led him to where she was parked and sat him in the passenger seat, before getting in herself.
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Ava studied her captive. She'd never been so turned on, so exhilarated.
She turned his compliant face towards hers and kissed him, her tongue pressing passed his lips.
Ted responded, returning the favour. He started a little mechanically at first, as if he had never been kissed, before but soon he was matching her pace.
She straddled his lap and she could feel the large hardness between his legs.
He was pliable as she pulled of his t-shirt. Ted was almost hairless, except for a golden spread across his chest and from his navel.
Awkwardly, against the roof of the car, Ava shed her own top. She positioned one of Ted's rough hands on one of her heaving breasts.
She then leant towards Ted, muffling his heavy breathing with her copious flesh.
"Aah yeah...." She groaned as his lips sucked at her through her bra. She wiggled her hips over Ted's large denim tent.
"Oh my word!" A voice suddenly cried out.
Ava looked up to the figure of an elderly woman trying to scurry away from the steamy car. The old bitch must have been able to see everything from the kerbside.
Ava was tempted to carry on and fuck the married man beneath her but the possibility of the police turning up made her pause. She couldn't be caught now, far too disruptive to her carefully laid plans.
With a painful reluctance she climbed off Ted. She'd really wished that she could have fucked him right then and there but she'd have to settle for the prospect that the passer-by would report what she had seen. Would that report get back to Ted's wife? Ava sincerely hoped so.
She glanced at Ted. The man was as docile as cattle. Perhaps a little less of Claudine's secretions next time....
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Two days later
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"The police say that husband was seen with another woman that evening." Mitch Lombardy stated plainly. He was a private detective and right now he was talking to Claire Wells.
"I don't know what that lady saw but I know Ted. He'd never cheat on me."
Mitch admired the certainty in her voice, and in her eyes, but he could not believe that her husband had been abducted.
"Listen, Mrs Wells..." He started to say.
"No. Wait. What man leaves all his belongings, including his car, to run off with someone else, hmm?" Claire offered, seeing the disbelief in the man's face. "Besides I'm the client, aren't I?"
Mitch held up his hands. "Can you afford me? This is not a cheap process."
"Ted made good money, so there's our savings and my dad left me some money last year...my daughter wants her daddy to come home, Mr Lombardy."
Mitch gave her an appraising look. This was one strong determined woman. If nothing else he could try and locate Mr Wells and catch him in the act of committing adultery.
"Okay, Mrs Wells. I'll take the case."
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Ted glanced around the room. It looked like any other room, tastefully furnished except for the chain that linked his ankle to the wall.
He could not recall leaving the site of his new home.
Testing the reach of the chain he found he could get to the small closet (with clothes in his size), to the shower and toilet, and even a couple of feet from the open door way.
"Is anyone out there?" He yelled.
There was no response.
He rubbed his chin and was surprised to find a few days worth of stubble. How long had he been asleep? Had he been drugged?
Claire must be out of her mind with worry and what on Earth had she told Molly?
He'd always sworn that he'd always been there for them, but would they know that he hadn't wanted to let them down?
He inspected the chain that bound him. There was no way that he could pick the lock or pull it from the wall.
He went to inspect the windows and discovered that they were doubled glazed and barred for extra measure.
Ted had to conclude that there was no way for him to escape or call for help.
He was so wrapped up in his actions that he didn't hear the footsteps outside.
"Hello, Ted. How are you settling in?" Ava asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Ted spun round and darted towards her.
"What the hell is going on? Who the fuck are you and where is this damn place?" He asked furiously.
Ava smiled slowly. She reached out and stroked Ted's arm in a comforting gesture.
Ted was too eager to hear her answer that he didn't shake her off.
"My name is Dr Ava Schroeder and this is Ridgeville." She explained, naming a gated community hours from Ted's home. "Let me show you something, Ted...." She whispered.
Ted's jaw dropped as Ava's light summer dress dropped to the floor, revealing her fantastic naked body.
"Hey..." Ted breathed as he took in her long legs, flat stomach and large breasts. He couldn't look away from her tits, for tattooed there were a swastika over each juicy nipple. " I don't understand..." He continued, repulsed by the evil symbol marring such perfect breasts.
"Welcome to the beating heart of Nazi America, Ted. There are colonies, just like this one, all over the country." Ava told him. "Since before the war, we've been here, infiltrating, voting, recruiting....breeding...." She concluded, her hand slipping down to cup Ted's crotch.
Ted pulled her hand away but he was too stunned to move away.
"This is insane." He exclaimed, shaking his head. "If you let me go, I won't tell anyone."
"Ted, Ted, Ted. I think you could be happy here. We can make you very happy, Ted." She promised, running a hand over her sensitive skin. " This is the start of your new life."
"I want to get back my current one. I need to get home to my wife and daughter."
"Really? You didn't seem to be thinking of them when you left them behind. Your wedding ring came off so easy." Ava growled sarcastically. " Don't you remember sucking on my tits in my car, right out on the street?
Ted was struck dumb. That could not have happened! It was beyond impossible. But his ring was gone...He rubbed at the space where the familiar comforting weight had been.
