Author's Notes: This story includes elements of the following: anal sex, BDSM play, group sex, lesbian sex, mind control, and nonconsent/reluctant sex. This story does not present BDSM in a realistic manner - it's fantasy folks. I want to thank my wife for editing, her guidance, insight, and suggestions. I also want to thank my friend, Ann, for her support of this project.
"I can't believe we're doing this..." Melissa said as she turned off the car. She looked over at Nevada, who was staring at the concrete pillar of the parking garage.
"I can't believe a lot of things, but I have to believe in my own two eyes - and other parts of my body - as well recognize when I've been given an opportunity," Nevada responded.
"We haven't talked about what happened..."
"What's there to talk about? He fucked us both hard and we liked it," Nevada said. "One minute we're both scared out of our minds, looking at a literal demon standing right in front of us, and the next we're both worshiping his cock like we're in some bad porno."
"You make it sound as if it wasn't a conscious decision. I didn't faint like you. I already knew it would come to this so I just... let go, I guess?"
"I woke up to see you bouncing on his cock and shuddering in ecstasy. It was so sexy seeing you being used like that and loving every moment of it." Nevada looked over at Melissa. "I felt jealous that I couldn't make you feel that way, but also jealous because I wanted to be the one getting fucked."
"Who thought I'd be a lesbian devil worshiper at twenty-eight? Maybe my mother was right about playing D&D when I was a teenager..." Melissa leaned back and rubbed her eyes.
"HA! My parents didn't want me to watch horror movies, but I watched them anyway. Fuck load of good it did me. I fainted the first time I see a real monster and then ended up having sex with it." Nevada sighed. "What I fear is the expectation he has that we will have sex with the other women in his harem. I don't want any of this to come between us." Nevada reached over and grabbed Melissa's hand.
"I refuse to let this come between us. You're the first person in a long time that's made me legitimately happy." Melissa kissed Nevada's hand.
"Is it time?"
"No - we have a few more minutes until we turn over our freedom for two BMWs and the promise of cash on a later date."
"It'll take that long to walk to the elevator," Nevada said.
"Maybe," Melissa said. "Was it good sex? I mean with Caliban?
"The best I've ever had with a man," Nevada admitted.
"Me too. So we're really doing this for BMWs and amazing sex."
Nevada turned to Melissa and smiled. "You're right... but none of that can replace you. I-I know this is fast but, I really am falling in love with you."
"You used the 'L' word!" Melissa said laughing. "I thought I'd break first and use the 'L' word!"
"Is that bad?"
"No - No, not at all. I feel the same way about you, it's just that, every single time I've been in a relationship, I was the first to say it. It would take a few days, sometimes as much as a week, for him to say it back. I thought there was something wrong with me - I felt so inadequate while I waited just to hear that word."
"Never? Not once did someone say it to you first?" Nevada looked at Melissa in shock. "Guys almost always said it first to me..."
"I don't have your huge, gravity-defying boobs and legs that stretch on for miles. That might be why guys said it to you but never to me."
"I don't believe that. You have an angelic face. You're warm, funny, sweet - I really do love you... You
are
going to say it back at some point, aren't you?"
Melissa smiled. "Yes! I definitely will. Just let me have this small victory a little while longer." She reached over and kissed Nevada, then looked into her eyes. Nevada glanced over at the clock on the dashboard and back at her. "Please don't tell me it's time," she said to Nevada.
"As much as I'd like to stay here with you just a little while longer... it's time babe."
"Shit. She said it."
"That's okay. You get to be the responsible one next time," Nevada said as she got out of the car.
Melissa shut the car door behind her. "Fine - but not if it's involving food. I don't know if you've noticed, but food is a weakness of mine. And booze, come to think of it."
"Well, at least I know you don't do drugs. One bong hit and you were done," Nevada said with a smile.
"Wait - when did I smoke a bong with you?" she asked with a bewildered look.
"You don't remember? HA - you really can't handle weed."
"Shut up," Melissa said as she pressed the elevator button. "I didn't hang with the cool kids in high school."
"Well, you're hanging with one of the cool kids now, babe, so you better get used to handling a little weed."
"I thought you didn't do drugs," Caliban said from behind them. Melissa and Nevada glanced at each other in horror.
"Uh, I said I wasn't addicted to any drugs," Nevada said without turning around. "Weed is, you know, just weed. ... Uh, this is awkward, Sir - do I call you sir? Or do we wait until, you know?"
"Relax," he said as he placed one hand on each of their shoulders. "I walked up just after you did. I didn't hear your whole conversation. I get that you two have a special relationship and I don't want to interfere with that."
"Thank you, Sir," Melissa said as she turned around.
"No need to thank me. I find relationships between my pets entertaining and cute. Are demons allowed to use the word cute? Anyway, I only ask that you smoke your weed out on the balcony and invite me once in a while."
"You know, for someone who owns a harem of sex slaves, you're not exactly what I envisioned," Nevada said as the elevator dinged.
"Oh, I used to be a lot worse," he said as he followed them into the elevator. "I admit that I still have the capacity to do horrible things. Strangely enough..." The elevator doors closed. "... I find that my pets love that about me."
"A little danger never hurt anybody," Nevada said with a smile.
"Until it did," Melissa added.
"I have the feeling that the two of you will make a most amusing addition to our growing family," Caliban said with a chuckle.
"Whatever happened to that blond girl, Sarah?" Melissa asked.
"She'll be joining us soon. Because she's a close friend of Layla's, I wanted to make sure she was doing it of her own volition."
"Why do I suspect that Layla's your favorite?" Nevada crossed her arms.
"Well, that's because she was the one to summon me from hell. Also, because she failed to follow the directions for summoning me exactly, she didn't have the chance to bargain or back out. She's mine for the rest of her life, and she never really had a say in the matter. The least I can do is make sure she's happy - or as happy as she can be given her situation."
"So, if we get on her good side, we'll be on your good side?" Melissa asked.
"I wouldn't assume that if I were you." Caliban's smooth, amused voice crept up Melissa's spine and caused her hair to stand on end. Melissa and Nevada exchanged glances as the elevator door opened.
All the lights were off; only candles and the city lights that streamed through the balcony doors lit the space. The living room had been lined from edge to edge with a black plastic sheet. The leather sofa and loveseat were moved off to the side, leaving only the oversized leather chair that Caliban used as his throne.
In the center of the room, Layla knelt in front of Lilith, her face buried in Lilith's sex. Layla had thin chains running from her leather wrist cuffs, through her nipple rings, down through her labia rings, and to her leather ankle cuffs. Another thin chain ran from the back of her collar, down to a plug firmly embedded in her ass, and up to her hood piercing. Each of these chains were just a little shorter than they actually needed to be, causing her to gently tug on her piercings with every movement.
Lilith was wearing a crotchless full-body fishnet stocking, fingerless PVC gloves that went past her elbow, and high-heeled PVC boots that went past her knees. She held a cat-o-nine tails in one hand, gently flogging Layla's back while holding a handful of her hair with the other.
"Hello Sir," Lilith said. "I'm sorry that we began a little early. Layla was feeling submissive and I was feeling a little sadistic, so we decided to scratch each other's itches while we waited."
"As long as you remember whose pet you're playing with, Lilith, I don't mind," he said.
"They look overdressed," Lilith said as she looked Nevada and Melissa over. Nevada was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, while Melissa dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt.
"Uh, Melissa doesn't own anything particularly sexy and my outfits are all at the strip club," Nevada explained. "Seeing as I was fired yesterday for my absence, I'm betting the other strippers have already divvied up my things... They're like vultures."
"That's okay. I'll buy you both new wardrobes that are to my taste," Caliban said. He handed them each an envelope. "I think you'll find the paperwork satisfactory; the BMWs are made out in your names. It took some doing, due to a mix-up at the DMV, but I think it's all cleared up."
Melissa glanced at Nevada and they both opened their respective envelopes.
Layla pulled herself away from Lilith, licked her lips, and wiped her face. "Master, I just wanted to thank you for what you're doing for Alex. I think she didn't realize how much she wanted her bottom surgery until she was faced with the fact that she couldn't afford it. She's very excited about it, and I'm happy for her."
Melissa looked up from her paperwork. "Bottom surgery?" she asked.
"Alexandra is transitioning," Caliban said as he walked towards his favorite chair. "She was born 'Alexander'."
Melissa felt uneasy. "You're not going to have a tranny as one of your sex slaves, are you?"
Caliban cleared his throat and sat down, "I prefer the term 'pet'. No, Alex doesn't want to be one of my pets. However, should I want to include a
transgender person
as one of my pets, that's up to me. You should get used to the idea."
Melissa frowned and looked down. "I'm sorry, Sir, it's just that, they're not really women."
"We're going to have to work on that bigotry of yours, Melissa. Right now, we have more pressing matters," Caliban growled.
"Yes, Sir," Melissa mumbled.
