Sherry Demonica Harding had no regrets, and she told Gray so before he left.
"I hope that's always the case," he said.
Sherry nodded. "It will be. It's weird, but I'm collared by a man who changes into a big red demon, and it turns me on. My life is weird, period. Have fun with my mom."
Gray visibly squirmed. He turned and walked to Model's car, which he was using for the day, and she watched him go. Out of respect for the sensibilities of the neighbors, she was wearing clothes, sort of. A bra and a short skirt. From the viewpoint of the protestors across the street, the bra was probably opaque enough. Closer up, one could see through the gaps in the lace. Importantly Gray could see through the gaps in the lace.
It had started out as a combination of a business deal, her body for his training, and a sex deal, her body for well, his body. But a week in, Sherry realized she was in love.
She had arranged with him that she'd go back to school, so she wasn't giving up her education for him. But she had wondered how much she'd be allowed to see her mother. Gray and Nicole had been in a relationship, and it hadn't ended well. And being a slave was a full-time deal.
So no, she had no regrets about becoming his slave, and she didn't have any regrets about her mother becoming his slave either. She wondered how it would all play out, of course. But she'd been afraid she might become more distant from the one family member who mattered to her - there were some uncles and aunts and cousins, but they'd never see a lot of them. Instead, it was seeming like Gray might bring her and her mother closer.
She thought about the other people she cared about. She had some friends at school, girl friends mostly, fellow aspiring artists. Maybe they'd like to be slaves, too. There was a pro-demon student group on campus, and her friend Valerie was in that.
Hmm, she thought. That would make a good story for my comic. A girl seduces all her friends for her demon master. Lots of chances to draw hot babes with demons, which was at least half the point.
She went back inside and got to work.
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Nicole heard the key as it turned in the door, and then his footsteps. Then he turned the corner, and Gray was there.
The big plug in her ass had warmed up to body temperature, and her nerves were no longer numb from the once frozen invader. Instead, she just felt very full back there, although the plug was just the width of a demon cock, and not nearly as long. Her nipples burned from the clamps on them. Gray and she had played with clamps a long time ago, but he'd never left them on for this long, and they'd never been this tight. She knew from experience that the burning sensation she felt now was nothing compared to what she would feel when they came off and blood rushed back in to activate the compressed nerves.
She also knew that she still had to convince him that she had turned over a new leaf. Not just him, but his wife Betty, who sat on the couch watching, too.
"Hello, Master," she said. "This bitch is eager to please."
"Hello, Three."
"Three?"
"Didn't you notice the number inside your collar? That's your new name. Three. The third of my slaves, although the others get names." He moved in front of her, and unzipped his pants.
She had something more important to do with her mouth than talk, and anyway she didn't know what to say. Having just a number was objectifying, but it could be worse. She could be Cumslut79 or some such. Either way, right now she knew she was supposed to take the cock he presented her with and put it in her mouth.
She sucked on it. Guys had always told her she gave good blowjobs, and she prided herself on them. There was a skill to anything, and she'd mastered this one. Besides, she remembered what Gray liked. A little tongue action on the bottom, a few gagging noises as she took him all the way in, just the right amount of suction and plenty of up and down, while varying the angle.
Betty took Gray's shirt off while Nicole served him with her mouth. Then she slid his pants down around his ankles, and helped him kick off his shoes one at a time.
His cock hardened and got larger in her mouth. She tasted his precum, and shivered. Even in human form, his fluids contained demonol, the substance that some said was addictive and certainly was clinically shown to increase arousal in women. She knew that she was going down a path that few ever chose to turn back from, and it excited her.
He'd deserved more commitment ten years ago, and he was going to get it now. She ignored as well as she could her painful nipples, the plug in her ass, and the way her knees felt after kneeling for so long, waiting for him, and focused on what she hoped she was making him feel.
"Is she any good?" Betty asked.
"Very," Gray said.
"As good as you remember?"
"Yes."
A flutter went through Nicole at that.
Yes. Let me show you how good I can be, Master.
"You had both Model and Sherry blow you earlier today. Is she better at it than them?" Betty asked.
"Don't let it go to her head," Gray answered.
"Oh, you're going to go to her head a lot, I expect," Betty said. "It makes her useful, anyway. And maybe you can have her teach her tricks to Model, and to her daughter. And to any future slaves you might have."
They are talking about me almost like I'm not here, thought Nicole. But she didn't have too much time to think, because Gray suddenly got even bigger.
He'd transformed, and she had to kneel up to keep him in her mouth as he added several inches of height, a few in length, and she suspected one in girth. She tried not to miss a beat, and even more precum flowed into her mouth, the clove taste overcoming the salty-sweetness of his human cum.
God, he tasted good.
She cradled his large ball sac gently in her hands. So much cum they must store. Although if he'd already used Model and Sherry, maybe there would be less for her. She bobbed eagerly on his cock for her hoped-for treat. No man ever lasted more than a few minutes if she didn't want him to.
"Stop," he said.
Stop? It seemed so unlikely a command that it took her a moment to process what he meant, so she slid her lips down his shaft one more time.
He yanked on her hair, fixing that. His cock popped out of her mouth, and she had a good up close look at it. Like this it looked even bigger than it had at Sherry's collaring, although that presumably was an illusion.
"Turn around and present your ass," he said, letting her go. "The next time you're slow with a command, I'll shock you."
She scampered to obey, the fear of the collar making her hurry. She wasn't obeying because she chose to submit, but because it was instinctive. Well, at least that way there was no delaying, and so, no getting shocked.
He pulled the plug out of her ass, and a moment later, replaced it with something larger. Much larger. She gasped, but it seemed like he kept having more and more cock to feed into her back hole.
Betty crouched in front of her. "You know, Sherry loves it in the ass. Especially when he comes inside her. All that demonol, getting absorbed so quickly. She comes every time."
If Betty was trying to distract her by talking about her daughter getting butt-fucked, she was barking up the wrong tree, because she was far more concerned about the fact that right then she was getting split in two by his massive cock, and he wasn't even all the way in yet.
Betty fixed that by tugging on the chain between the clamps. They were clover clamps, designed to tighten under tension, and Nicole shrieked. Normal clamps would just pop off if she did that, and that would be excruciating enough. Her whole body tightened in response to the pain, and that made Gray's cock feel even bigger inside her.
"Ah yeah, that was good," Gray said. "Made you squeeze me."
Oh fuck, what have I let myself in for?
