Bait

Bait

** Note: Some descriptions concerning suicide and sadism may be disturbing.

"I miss you, doll," he whispered. She held the phone to her ear, standing in the hotel suite. The opulence around her was overpowering. It was so different than where she'd been only two years ago.

Two years ago, she was a dead broke singer, barely out of high school. She was with a small-time band, a group that she called friends, playing in little holes-in-the-wall bars. She had dreams of making it to the big time, but those dreams were quickly getting crushed. She remembered the smoke-filled room, the greasy food and stale beer. She remembered the leering glances from the few bar patrons that actually seemed to listen to her. She thought they wanted to fuck her more than listen, though.

But her life quickly changed when Sarin walked in. Everyone in the bar noticed him, dressed in his fine, custom suit. He had a lovely friend with him, a blond dressed to kill with the highest of heels. He didn't seem to be interested in drinking once he saw what his choices were, but quickly took an interest in Amy. He looked mesmerized by her voice, by her look. He sat and stared at her for an hour before she took her first break.

He had his girlfriend come over and fetch her, which the young woman did, obviously reluctantly. The blond didn't seem to like the competition. But Amy was ecstatic that he took an interest in her. He took her from the bad bar scene and helped get her better places to play, more upscale places with far better earnings.

He was very rich and very connected. At first it was simply a business relationship, but that changed within the first month. She didn't know if it was love of him or his money and power, but she gave herself to him. She remembered the first feel of the silk sheets against her bare skin. She remembered how gentle he was, at least at first. She didn't have much sexual experience at the time, but he made her gain it rapidly.

She shivered when she remembered her first time with him. She remembered how he slowly undressed her, kissing every inch of exposed flesh as the fabric was peeled away. She remembered watching him as he suckled on her breasts, how each flick of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure all through her body. And when he moved down her body, she watched his lips and tongue caress her... down there... and it was so intense. She couldn't believe she came so hard and then he licked up all her fluids. It totally embarrassed her, but he seemed to love it. He seemed to want more and more, too.

Amy remembered when he put her legs up against his chest, holding them tightly as he thrust into her. She couldn't believe how big he was, so thick and long. She never thought it would fit inside her, but it did. And it was incredible just how good it felt there, too. She remembered her ass quivering when his hips smacked into it with each thrust. She almost passed out from the pleasure of it.

"I miss you, too, babe" Amy said into the cell phone. While her voice sounded soft, there was no love behind it. She felt no love for the man, at least not any more. Yes, he excited her. Yes, he took incredibly good care of her financially and brought her career to heights she had only dreamed about, but she knew how evil he really was. He was a demon. "I'll be home in a couple of days."

"No worries, I'm coming up there," he said, shocking her.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Well, a friend of mine, a very, very important friend, wants to meet you. I've talked about you so much he thought it was time."

Amy licked her lips... finally! "I hope I don't disappoint," she said softly.

"Not a chance, doll. You're perfect. I can't wait to see your costume."

She thought about the tight latex, how it hugged her body, how it accentuated her curves so perfectly. She always felt aroused while wearing it and he knew it. He knew everything that excited her.

At first he was the patient, loving sexual partner. But as they both experimented, he became more and more deviant. She reveled in how he turned everything into a sexual adventure. She remembered him bending her over the hood of the car the first time, in a restaurant parking lot. How he just lifted up her skirt, tore her panties off and thrust into her hard and deep. Her body shuddered as he acted so animalistic, grabbing her hair and pulling it so hard her head was pulled back, her back arched.

She remembered feeling him dominate her so easily and her loving it. But soon, it took an even darker twist. It started with him spanking her ass as he played with her. He'd act so dominant that she thought it was just role-playing at first, but then it kept going, again and again. The spankings themselves became more painful, but her body betrayed her when she came, telling him that she loved it and wanted more. Then came the switch, scoring her back with red marks. But they quickly healed under his care, giving him time to apply them again and again.

The pain was excruciating, but so... exciting. Amy found herself panting in heat every time she met him, but so afraid of what was going to happen.

"I'll wear it for you afterwards, if you want," she said softly, her fingertips touching her nipple. She felt the piercing there, the ring with the chain hanging from it. The chain dangled and attached to the other nipple through a ring piercing it as well. She liked how it felt, how the chain moved keeping her nipples so hard. After the large breast implants she had a lot of breast to show, too. All the shirts she wore now made sure to show plenty of cleavage was well as give the chain room to move.

"Mmmm, that would be very hot," he moaned. She grabbed the chain and pulled on it, pulling her nipples. She gasped softly and licked her lips. She couldn't believe how hot he made her just by his voice. "I'm sure my friend will find you very alluring in it, too."

Even though she knew it was demon magic, she couldn't avoid it. She had no chance against his powers. She hung up the phone and walked around her room. The show was in two hours. Even though he was all the way on the other side of the country, she knew he'd be there. He always made it. She had no idea how, at least before. But it all made sense now. He had inhuman powers. She slowly gathered her clothing for the concert, packing a small duffel bag and throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt.

She looked at herself in the mirror, not believing she could look so... plain. She was the hottest new singing sensation. Her image graced the cover of every magazine. Every costume she wore looked incredible on her. Everyone, men and women, longed to either be her or to go to bed with her. She was an idol and a sex symbol.

It both excited and revolted her.

Amy picked up her other cell phone and looked at it. She knew she had to make the call, but she was scared. She pressed the speed dial and waited, the man picked up on the second ring.

"Yes?" he asked gruffly.

"He said an important friend is coming to see me perform," she whispered quickly. "I think it's him."

"Did he give a name?"

"No. I just think it's him."

"Ok, I'll be there. Where are you staying?"

"I... I don't know if I can do this," she said, suddenly scared. It was all happening so fast now.

"Remember, I own you," he said, sounding angry and tired. "I vouched for you. I saved you. You will do what I tell you. Do you need a reminder?"

She suddenly felt light headed. The room started spinning and she fell to the floor in a heap. The pain at her wrists was becoming unbearable and she looked down to see the blood oozing from the ugly wounds there. Wounds that she put there with the steak knife. The pain was spreading throughout her body now, every nerve ending feeling searing heat. The room was suddenly engulfed in flames, covering her body, burning her flesh.

"This is where you were when I saved you," the man said angrily. "Do you wish to go back? Do you wish to feel the suffering of your sins for eternity?"

"No," she whispered, barely able to speak.

"Perhaps I need to remind you of your sins against God and man."

"Oh God," she breathed. She could see the young woman in front of her, facing away, bent over the bed, her back laced with red marks as Amy fucked her ass. She could see the crop in her own hand, could feel her breathing hard in rapture and anger. She was becoming as evil as Sarin.

The image flashed to her in the bathroom, sitting naked in the hot bath water, crying, hoping for some solution other than the one she now contemplated. But there was no saving grace for her, no white knight to save her. She was evil and deserved this fate. She felt the knife cut into her wrists, felt the pain as it sliced into her flesh. Then felt the sapping of her strength as she lost precious blood.

"Please, no," she whimpered. "Please, no more."

The images stopped and she was standing in her hotel suite once more, talking on her cell phone.

"Where are you?" he asked again.

"I'm playing at the Double Tree Pavilion in Pittsburgh. And I'm staying at the Ritz Carlton nearby. I don't know where we'll be."

"Don't worry. I'll find you. Just get him alone."

She breathed deeply, glad the suffering was over again. All these forces with powers beyond her comprehension and she was in the middle of it. "I... I will..."

"This will help redeem you," he whispered. "This will bring you closer to salvation."

"Thank you," she sobbed.

She quickly gathered her bags and hopped into the limo to the pavilion. The drive seemed to take longer than it should have, given the short distance. She watched the people walking by, the rush-hour traffic piling up around them, and her mind began to wander.

She remembered when her path became one of evil. She was waiting for Sarin in their hotel suite dressed in lingerie that he'd recently bought her. She could feel the tingling all over her as the champagne was kicking in. When the suite door opened, she sat up in the bed, waiting excitedly for him to see her. There was a rustle outside the bedroom door when suddenly it opened and Sarin stood with a young woman, barely twenty, on his arm. She seemed unsteady, drunk, and was dressed in a loose, button-down shirt and jeans.

She watched as he leaned down and kissed her neck passionately. He stood behind her, his hands roaming over her shoulders and upper chest, opening her top slowly. "Look what I've brought for us to play with," he said softly.

"Who is she?" Amy asked, stunned.

"She is... my plaything. Isn't that right, doll?" he asked the young woman.

The woman giggled when his hand grabbed her breast beneath her shirt. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder.

"See? She likes being played with." He walked her over to the bed and stood at the foot, grabbing the neckline of the young woman's shirt with both hands. "She's going to love us," he said, pulling apart her blouse, ripping it open. Buttons flew all over the room and her bra covered breasts were exposed. "Sit down here," he told Amy.

Amy moved to the end of the bed and sat. Sarin moved the woman to stand between her knees. He put his chin on her shoulder and moved his hands around her, grabbing her breasts in his hands, his fingers tugging at her bra, ripping it from her.

"You remove her pants and panties," he growled.

The woman sighed excitedly as Sarin played with her nipples. Her breasts were small, but developing nicely. Her nipples were obviously sensitive and she probably had never had sex before. Amy knew how powerful Sarin's demon magic could be. She knew the youth wouldn't stand much of a chance before him even if she hadn't the slightest crack in her faith.

Amy unfastened her pants and pulled them down her long legs along with her panties. When she was fully naked, Sarin's hands reached around and grabbed Amy's head, guiding her into the young woman, guiding her mouth to the young nipples. He pushed them both back, until Amy was laying on her back and the young woman laying on top of her. She could feel Sarin joining into the mix as well, his hands guiding them, caressing them. Soft flesh sliding against her, with tongues, mouths and hands teasing everywhere possible.

He guided the woman until she was kneeling on all fours and pulled Amy down the bed until her mouth was below the woman's sex. Amy felt his hands grab her hair and pull her up into the young woman's pussy, forcing her to eat her out. Amy didn't resist, wanting so much to please Sarin as well as being afraid of his anger. She could feel Sarin press into the young woman from behind, could hear the young woman cry out in pain and pleasure as he forced himself in hard and deep. With every lick and suck, Amy felt the young woman moving above her, felt Sarin's balls slap against her chin and glide over her chest.

The young woman was writhing above them, obviously scared and excited... and trapped. Amy knew the woman was in far deeper than she ever expected to get. Sarin laughed above them both. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out, rearranging the girls once again. He pushed the young woman to her back and held his arms around her legs, tightly gripping her hips. He thrust into her yet again then looked at Amy.

"Sit on her face," he snarled. "I want to watch her lick your pussy."

Amy turned and threw her leg over the young woman's head, facing away from Sarin. She knew this would give him the best view as she leaned forward onto her elbows, lowering her pussy to the girl's waiting mouth.

"Yesssss," Sarin hissed. "Lick that pussy," he ordered. Amy felt the young woman's tongue touch her, tentatively at first, but then with a lot more force. She rocked her hips, occasionally feeling the young woman shudder and yelp beneath her. She felt Sarin's hands on her ass, too, roughly grabbing each cheek. His finger then swiped between then and thrust into her asshole, pushing in deep. This wasn't the first time he'd done this and Amy knew he certainly wasn't going to be gentle.

"Oh, God," Amy moaned as she felt searing pain on her ass cheeks. The pleasure at her clit and asshole, though, totally distracted her. It didn't take long for her to orgasm. It didn't take long for him to rearrange them again. But the night seemed endless. When she awoke the next morning, she was sickened. She not only felt the red marks on her own back and ass, but she could see them all over the young woman's body. It was so... grotesque. Sarin was gone in the morning and the limo driver took the young woman away on Sarin's orders.

When she was gone, Amy rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

Her mind moved back to the present again as the limo finally arrived at the pavilion and she was quickly escorted to her dressing room.

She quickly pulled her clothes off and threw on a robe. Her hair stylist and makeup artist went to work with her sitting in front of the mirror. Her robe barely covered her and she knew her entourage were staring at her excitedly. They always did. She looked in the mirror and zoned out to her thoughts again, remembering other young women, other.... victims.

There were many other young women that Sarin brought into their relationship. Eventually, he forced Amy to go out and bring them back for him. At first they went together, scouring the mall or the local fun spots for just the right woman. Sarin would indicate who Amy was and the woman would swoon with delight being in her presence and would jump at the chance to hang out with the extremely famous singer. And each victim was treated just as badly if not worse than the last.

Amy never did know what happened to them afterwards, but based on comments of some of Sarin's employees, she guessed they took them as their own. She didn't think any returned to their families. Only once did she ever get suspected of the foul play, with the police taking her down for questioning. She was released to Sarin in just a few hours with her alibi holding easily... even though to her it was laughably thin. She guessed Sarin had a hand in it.

What finally threw her over the edge was an innocent young woman that she brought back to Sarin on her own. As Amy and Sarin undressed her and teased her, Amy saw the crucifix dangling around her neck. She was stunned, just sitting there, staring at it. Sarin, noticing her inactivity, pulled the chain roughly, breaking it and tossing it aside before forcing Amy to fuck her.

Something took over Amy that night. Sarin was on bottom with the young woman mounted on top, forcing herself down onto him. Amy wore a strap-on and was fucking her ass when something snapped in her. She became wild with desire and anger. She saw Sarin smiling at her as she thrust into the young woman harder, making her moan in heat. They coordinated their strokes and the woman came hard again and again. But the duo didn't give her a moments rest. She felt Sarin press the crop into her hand and, almost as if in a dream, she watched her own hand rain blows on the young womans body, covering her ass and back in red marks as she continued fucking her.

The next thing she remembered was sitting in the bathroom, sobbing, mumbling incoherently. Sarin and the young woman were gone and she was left to live her own hell... a hell that only had one way out.

Amy was snapped back to the present as her hair stylist helped her stand. The woman slipped her robe from Amy's shoulders and admired her body as she applied lotion to her skin. Her hands were warm and soft as they caressed every inch of Amy's body. This part of the process always excited Amy and she never stopped the woman when her fingers slid into Amy's sex, or when her tongue caressed Amy's nipple ring, as the others in her entourage were left watching and hoping.

Amy felt the cool latex sliding onto her body, it's tightness teasing her, as she dressed. It always made her excited to wear it, knowing just how good she looked in it. No one could resist her. She warmed up her voice, the tones ringing through the room and making everyone sway. She didn't know if it was her natural voice that excited people or if it was something Sarin had changed in her.

"Miss Newsome, one minute," the man at the door said.

She looked at herself in the mirror one more time and nodded. She was ready.

The security detail and her personal entourage guided her to the stage. The crowd was rowdy tonight, chanting for her to come on. The warm-up band had cleared off and her band was set and ready to go. They gathered around her and walked out briskly to the cheering horde before them. Within seconds the music was playing loudly and her voice was rocking the foundations.

*****

The white light was practically blinding. It was all around her, a blazing white hot light that almost hurt her eyes. She stood alone, naked, and felt like her whole life was on display. She could feel the pain of everyone she'd hurt in her life, she could feel the sorrow she caused them, she could feel their love of her.

She cried, hoping to get out of this torment. She'd already lived hell on Earth and had tried to end it with the blade of a knife slashing through her wrists, now she was thrust into yet another hell?

"This isn't hell, Amy?" a voice said from behind her, somehow reading her thoughts. She spun around seeing a man in flowing white robes with giant wings behind him. The wings moved and pulsed with life and she marveled at their beauty. "You are being judged for your sins."

Amy fell to her knees, her hands covering her face as she cried. "What? Just.... just make it stop..." she sobbed.

"I am making it stop. I am here to tell you that you have succumb to a great evil, Amy, and you are not fit for God's sight."

Amy looked down at her naked flesh, the scars, the piercings, they no longer felt attractive to her, only embarrassing.

"I do not wish you to be condemned to the true fires of hell, though, not when you can still do great good. The pain and suffering you felt on Earth, the pain and suffering you feel now, pale in comparison."

"Wha... what?" she sobbed, looking up at the... man... or angel, she supposed.

"My name is Gabriel, and I have secured your release into my care. You will aid me in my quest and for that aid, you will be absolved of your sins against man and God."

"Anything..." she sobbed. "Please.... anything to make it stop..."

"Amy," she heard a far-away voice calling. "Amy, wake up. Amy?"

She felt a tug and seemed to be pulled away from the bright lights. As they moved farther and farther into the distance, the voice became clearer and closer.

"Amy, come back now," he said. "Live."

She saw darkness now and felt a touch on her arm. The hand was warm and comforting.

"Open your eyes."

Her eyes opened slowly, afraid of the bright, painful light from before, but they were softer now and she realized she was laying on the floor of her bathroom. A man hovered over her. Gabriel. No longer wearing the white robes, no longer with the incredible wings behind him... but a dirty, unshaven, average man.

*****

Amy stood on the edge of the stage, the microphone against her lips as the note rang out. The entire pavilion was nearly silent as the note took hold of each and every person in attendance and held them in its thrall. When the last of it rang out, the crowd roared to life, clapping, cheering, and chanting for her. It was what she had always wanted. But had it been worth the cost?

She looked to the side of the stage and saw Sarin standing there, his custom suit looking so drab compared to the suits of those he stood with. She knew that the man beside him, the man that looked so domineering, so in control, was the man she was going to see. It was the man she'd been waiting for for so long now.

The next song sprang to life, and the crowd roared it's approval once again. It was as if every song was better than the last, every one pushed the crowd closer and closer to the edge. She saw the bodies undulating on the floor in front of the stage. Men and women dressed in sexy outfits connecting and moving together. Strangers feeling each other out, each wanting what the other had to offer. It was a wonder there wasn't an orgy on the floor.

Just a few rows back, a lone figure caught her attention. Gabriel. He stood so still, so ready for action that it calmed her nerves. At least she could feel safe with him around. At least the evil of Sarin and his friends would soon come to an end. She sang the song to him... she hoped he knew that.

It seemed so true. She had become a superstar, but was really nothing. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. No matter how rich and famous she got, she realized how shallow and perverted her life was becoming. Gabriel offered her hope. He offered her salvation.

Amy knew that when this song was done, she'd be whisked off somewhere to meet with Sarin and his friends. She was afraid enough of Sarin, but his friend scared her more. He was far more powerful, far more evil, and far more dangerous. She hoped Gabriel could protect her enough to keep from being harmed by him.

The crowd was on its feet, cheering and chanting. All of the band members set their instruments aside and Amy noticed the bass player, one of her oldest and dearest friends. He had a strange look on his face... a leer... an evil hunger... and she knew he'd been taken. He'd succumb to the evil, had bargained with it to guarantee his continued success. It scared her. They gathered in the center of the stage and bowed for the crowd before scampering off the side of the stage and past the small crowd waiting there. Security quickly sped them off to their dressing rooms again.

Amy quickly closed the door to her room, glad for the momentary peace. She moved to the mirror and wiped the sweat from her face. A knock on the door interrupted her and it suddenly opened with half a dozen fans coming in holding papers for her autograph. She looked over the youths, hoping that all would stay far away from the path she'd taken.

A couple of them left, giddy of course, as Sarin came in the door with a small entourage of well-dressed men. The few fans that were there swooned in their presence, the magic beginning to take control of them. Sarin put his hand on the back of two and guided them over to Amy.

"You were delicious, my dear. As always," he said with his arm candy staring at them both.

"Thanks, Sarin. Is this your friend?"

"Yes, yes.... Amy, this is Trevor, an old and dear friend of mine. Trevor, I'd like you to meet the lovely Amy." The youth were quickly forgotten as all attention was turned to Trevor. He was taller than Sarin and had a far more commanding presence.

He took Amy's hand and bent forward, bringing it to his lips as he kissed the back of it. "Enchanted, dear one. Sarin has told me so much about you. It's very nice to finally meet you. But his praise of you seems rather restrained now that I've seen you in person."

Amy could feel the tingle of pleasure sliding through her body, his magic far stronger than Sarin's. "Thank you, Trevor. That's so kind of you to say." Her hand began to feel hot with small slices of pain fluttering over it. She knew he was testing her and as it became unbearable, she pulled her hand free, and rubbed it.

"I think we should go somewhere more.... private. Don't you?" Trevor asked and, without waiting for an answer, the entourage began moving towards the door.

Amy looked around the group and noticed Sarin collecting two of the young fans, one in each arm. "Why don't you join us," he suggested and they readily agreed, walking with him as his hands slid down their backs and caressed their jean-covered asses. Amy followed along behind, hoping Gabriel was close by.

The entourage moved quickly and easily through the crowds of people, finally moving into the waiting stretch limo. Everyone comfortably fit in the back with Amy sitting next to Trevor himself. His hand moved quickly to her bare thigh and he slowly stroked it. She could hear an unnatural growl in his throat and wondered if other's could hear it, if they wondered about him. She was getting excited as his fingers traced small circles on her inner thigh, sending pleasure coursing through her body.

Amy looked across the car and saw the two young women kissing. Sarin was sitting between them and they had his cock in their hands, stroking it, as his hands guided their mouths together. He smiled at her when he noticed her gaze and pushed both of them lower until his cock was buried within the mouth of one, the other kissing and licking his length below. He was obviously enjoying their ministrations, his hands stroking and caressing their heads and backs.

Amy felt Trevor's fingers slide onto her pussy and tease her clit so deliciously. She felt so incredibly hot and excited, his magic definitely affecting her. She was panting when his fingers barely slid inside her, and laid her hand on his thigh as well. Her hips pushed towards his hand, her legs opened invitingly. She had to have him inside her.

Then suddenly she felt the searing pain around her clit and her legs clamped together protectively.

"Yesssss," Trevor's voice hissed in her ear, his hand going to her throat, choking her. "With the pleasure comes pain... Feel it excite you... Feel it make you wet..."

The pain lingered even after the initial cause was removed and Amy found Trevor's fingers buried even deeper inside her, teasing her as they stroked in and out slowly. She felt her pussy gushing, more wet than she ever remembered. She couldn't understand how the mix of pain and pleasure made her so excited. Trevor's other hand was still on her throat, holding her in place and making it a little difficult to breathe.

She felt him lift her up and rip her panties off her body. He moved her to face away from him and eased back onto his lap. She felt his cock slide between her legs and graze against her pussy. Looking down, she saw the top of his shaft push between her thighs, it's girth and length making her shudder with excitement.

He lifted her up and pulled her back down again, sliding along her wet lips and clit. She was shivering with need and desire and watched the young women playing with Sarin. One was riding him just like she was riding Trevor, the other was sitting beside them masturbating furiously while one of Trevor's bodyguards ran his hands over her body.

She watched Trevor smile and laugh as his nails raked the one woman's back, causing her to scream out in pain and pleasure and arch her back to try to avoid him, but still she fucked him, sliding up and down his erection. She could see little rivulets of blood slide down the woman's body, but knew Sarin would quickly heal her, only to cause the pain again and again. And she knew the girl wouldn't stop fucking him... couldn't stop fucking him... his power over her was growing every second.

She glanced out the heavily tinted windows of the limo and noticed the city streets whizzing by. They weren't going to the Ritz Carlton where her room was. Her heart beat in panic for a moment as she realized Gabriel wouldn't know where she was, wouldn't be able to protect her. This whole set up was going wrong!

"Mmmmm," Trevor moaned. "Your fear is so delicious." He quickly lifted her up and shifted her position slightly, thrusting up into her as he forced her back down onto him. Her head fell back and she screamed out in a combination of pain, fear, and ecstasy. He was far bigger than anyone she'd taken before and her pussy had to really stretch to accommodate him. He kept lifting her and forcing her back down, embedding himself deeper and deeper with each stroke.

Her head hit the roof of the limo several times as he continued fucking her. She writhed on him, unable to control the depth or speed of his thrusts, completely at his mercy. Her hands went to the roof, to keep her head from hitting it, leaving him in complete control. Her mind reeled from the pleasure assaulting it. Soon his hands left her hips and slid up her body, palming her breasts. Her head was tilted sideways as she pounded into the roof again and again and as his hands firmly grabbed her, his fingers roughly pinched her nipples. The pain was delicious at first, so different than the pleasure she felt below. But then it became nearly unbearable as he continued to squeeze and slightly twist and pull.

She felt his tongue sliding up her spine. It felt wonderfully ticklish at first but then it became raspy and then painful, scratching her, and cutting her. Even as he did so, his large cock was sliding in and out of her pussy, wonderfully fast and deep, making her moan with the pleasure.

She almost passed out as she wondered if Gabriel would ever be able to find her... would ever be able to save her...

He let go of her breasts and stopped his thrusting and Amy looked at the rest of the limo through hazy, half-closed eyes. The women were completely naked, their eyes closed as they, too, enjoyed their moments of pleasure and pain. She glanced out the window and noticed the car stopping in front of a hotel parking deck entrance. The two bodyguards exited first, quickly looking around, then pulling the women out. They held their wrists tightly in their grasp as they pulled them into the hotel and into the elevator. She noticed Trevor and Sarin weren't with them, just the three girls and the two, burly guards.

They were quickly pulled into the penthouse suite and thrown onto the bed, naked. Amy was just catching her breath when Trevor walked into the room. Through hazy eyes she saw him approach them all with some kind of straps in his hands. She watched as he pulled one of the women upright and wrapped bindings around her wrists and ankles, then repeated with the other woman and finally her. He was rough with them, grabbing their limbs firmly, causing an uncomfortable level of pain as each limb was quickly adorned. He then grabbed Amy by the hair and pulled her down the floor until she was on all fours. Each limb was then secured to catches in the floor, locking them in place.

She pulled on the bindings for each limb, hoping she'd have some kind of leeway, some way to escape. But there was no movement possible. She was scared as she watched the other women similarly secured to the bedroom floor. They were crying now, both scared and excited as they wondered what was going to happen to them.

Trevor walked behind them, touching them, his fingers probing into their pussies and asses, making them moan before quickly moving on to the next girl. He finally settled on one of the women, sliding his clothes off slowly as the other two watched. His body was well muscled and dark-skinned, his cock so very large. He knelt down behind her and began stroking her back. When she began to whimper and cry to be released, he used his soothing voice to calm her.

"Don't worry, dear one. Very soon you'll be so eager to please me. Very soon you'll know only pleasure." He swiped his cock up and down her slit for a moment then pushed into her. Her face registered her shock, pain, and pleasure, her eyes closing tightly, her mouth opening in a silent scream as he pushed and pushed, deeper and deeper. "Yessssss," he moaned. Then, almost angrily, he began to fuck her, thrusting into her hard and deep.

It didn't take long for her to start thrusting right back into him, their bodies slapping together in rhythm. Her eyes stared at the other woman, at first scared, but then becoming more and more vacant. All the women could do, however, was watch.

"You want this, don't you, dear one? You want to feel the pleasure... you want the unlimited... raw... power." His voice was dripping with power and lust and would not be denied.

"Yes," she moaned. "Please..."

"Then become one of my very own," he said softly, moving his hips faster and faster. She had already started her long, drawn-out orgasm when he finally had his, thrusting deep into her and grunting loudly, smiling.

The girl was panting loudly as he pulled out of her and sat back on his heels. Her head fell down, unable to be held up any longer.

"Now you are complete," he growled.

The two other women watched their companion in disbelief as her head turned upwards again, looking at them with bright, clear eyes. Her mouth was twisted in a feral, wanton smile as she glared at each of them.

"Yessss," she moaned. "So much... pleasure...."

He moved and unfastened her limbs from the floor, raising her up onto her knees to kiss her hard. He stroked her body as she undulated in his grasp.

"Please... more..." she said hungrily. She looked at the other two women with a ravenous hunger, licking her lips in anticipation. She looked at her companion with a newfound lust. "I've always wanted her," she said.

"Melissa?" the girl said softly. "What happened?"

Trevor looked at the girl, noting her fear once again, reveling in it. "Mmmmm, can you feel that, my love?" They both looked at her, causing her fear to spike even higher, causing her to visibly shake.

"Yes, Master. Soooo goood."

"She's yours."

Melissa kissed him passionately again and then quickly crawled over to her friend, stopping right in front of her face. She grabbed her head with both hands and kissed her softly and licked her cheeks. "Sharon... it feels so wonderful," she said softly, looking deep into her friends eyes. "You'll see... you'll want this... and I'm going to do what I've wanted to do for a long time." The lecherous smile spread all over her face and her hands grabbed Sharon's hair. "I'm going to fuck you," she spat.

Melissa quickly lay on her back and scooted beneath her friend until her face was between her thighs. Amy couldn't see what she was doing, but guessed, especially when Sharon's face began to register pleasure instead of fear. The sounds of Melissa's happy moans and sucking echoed through the room.

Amy didn't notice Trevor until she felt his hands on her hips, felt his cock pressing at the entrance of her vagina. Slowly he pushed into her and there was nothing she could do about it. She knew she was going to be turned into the demon-shell that was now Melissa. She hoped it wouldn't be painful.

"Sing dear one. Sing as you watch the two young lovers... as you witness their conversion... and then your own. I want your voice to please me," Trevor whispered in her ear as his hands grabbed her shoulders tightly.

She felt his cock slide deep inside again and again, felt the pleasure welling up inside her so quickly... felt her orgasm approaching. She wasn't sure she could deny the pleasure, wasn't sure she'd be able to withstand the conversion. Sharon's face had lowered, the look of extreme pleasure coursing through her young body. Melissa's body was writhing below her, begging for her to reciprocate, and Sharon looked down, almost ready to give in.

Through the shuddering pleasure, Amy's voice rang out loud and clear in dark song...

Trevor growled above her, thrusting harder and faster. She could feel the pleasure overtaking her body, felt a presence inside her, invading her mind a little at a time. She was panting as she sung and Trevor was obviously loving her voice as he continued stroke after stroke, moaning and growling in pleasure.

Amy saw Sharon's face fall into her friend's pussy, saw her mouth and tongue moving over the smooth, succulent flesh and realized that nothing and no one was going to save her. She just had to give up and accept it.

Her orgasm was just starting when Trevor groaned loudly behind her and stopped mid-stroke. She felt his body moving frantically behind her but was scared to turn and see what was going on.

"Aaagh!" he screamed, and fell to the ground beside her, a large sword protruding from his back. A pool of black liquid grew beneath his body, pouring from the wound.

Then, through half-lidded eyes, she saw clothed, booted legs moving towards the two women across from her and water was suddenly splashed over their undulating bodies.

They shrieked loudly and she heard a man's voice... a dominant voice... a commanding voice... chanting. She heard the girls groan in pain, saw them writhing on the floor as if their bodies were on fire.

"I command thee, out!" boomed the voice, and the room shook for a moment before becoming deathly silent. The girls lay in a heap, barely moving. Amy could see the man move towards her, kneel down, and unfasten her bindings. Wearily, she looked up and saw Gabriel, the look of concern and sorrow evident on his face.

"I'm sorry. I... I couldn't find you," he said softly, cradling her body against his in a tight hug.

She lay against him, sobbing softly, her fear slowly dissipating. "Bring.... me... to.... life..." she sobbed, singing softly, staring at the lifeless body of Trevor lying behind them, his human form now gone, replaced by his true, grotesque, demon form.

She suddenly moved away from Trevor's dead body, shaking in fear, afraid that he might roar back to life at any second and kill them all. Gabriel walked towards her and sat on the floor beside her, pulling her into his arms. His hands slowly caressed her head and back, calming her.

"It's ok... it's ok," he said calmly.

"Is he...?" she whispered with a shaky voice, still scared.

"Yes. He won't be hurting anyone any more," Gabriel said.

"And them?" she asked, looking at the two women who barely seemed to be moving.

"Don't worry. They'll be alright," Gabriel said. "I got to them in time. Although they'll certainly need some counseling."

Amy laughed softly. "Me too." She looked around the room, then grabbed a blanket from the bed to cover herself. "Is it over?"

Gabriel looked down at the floor, knowing that she wouldn't like his answer, then shook his head. "I'm afraid there are still others. And I need your help to bring them out." Gabriel stood and walked to Trevor's demon body. He put his boot on Trevor's back and pulled the sword free, black blood dripping from the blade. He wiped it on Trevor's suit before sliding it back into its scabbard at his hip.

He offered his hand to Amy as he returned to her. "Let's get you out of here."