Infernal Gray Ch. 06

Rain beat down on the yellow umbrella Nicole Fleming carried, pattering with an uneven rhythm. The sidewalks were wet and the sky was an ominous gray that promised rain all afternoon. The rain came in at an angle, so despite her umbrella her stockings were getting wet, but there wasn't much she could do about that except hurry.

Half a block from the embassy a gust of wind flipped her umbrella inside out, making it a cup for the rain instead of a dome, and she had no choice but to make a run for it, cursing the decision to wear her highest heels as the rain soaked her hair and her blouse. Reaching her destination at last, she ran up the steps, only to be confronted by two uniformed security guards.

"What's your business?" they asked.

"I'm here for the enslavement of Sherry Fleming," she said. "I'm her mother."

"You're her mother?" said one of them in disbelief. She had the sense that he was struggling, and not entirely succeeding, at keeping disapproval from her voice.

"Yes. Please let me in out of the rain?"

The other guard looked at a tablet. "Nicole Fleming?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Let her in." He pushed open the glass door for her, and she entered the Ruritanian embassy. There was a line of life-sized statues of naked, kneeling men and women, all leading toward a desk at which a young woman sat. She wore a blue steel collar, and a dress that had a boob window that bared most of her large, impossibly firm breasts. Her nipples made a dent in the fabric, just a half inch from bared flesh.

"Good morning," said the woman. "What can this receptionist do for you today?" The woman looked her up and down, no doubt taking in her bedraggled state.

This receptionist. Would Sherry end up talking like that? Surely her daugther's breasts were big enough that no such clearly artificial enhancement would be required. Nicole wished she didn't find the whole idea so hot. Not for Sherry, of course. But to be required to alter one's speech, one's body, in service to a powerful Master?

Yum.

Especially if that master was Grayson Harding. Dammit.

"I'm here for the enslavement of Sherry Fleming to Grayson Harding, otherwise known as Ur," Nicole said.

"Ah, yes, this receptionist was told to expect you. She will call someone to escort you."

"Who is -" Nicole was about to ask who 'she' was, but then realized the busty receptionist was speaking about herself as she pressed a button. "Escort for Mrs. Fleming, please," she said.

"Roger," said the voice back.

The receptionist smiled at Nicole. "They will be here shortly. Do you wish to remove your wet clothes? You're on Ruritanian soil, now, and nudity and all states of undress are permitted anywhere within the building."

Nicole looked down at herself. Her pale yellow blouse was soaked to semi-transparency, and her bra was wet, too. The cold of the rain, even on a relatively warm day, had made her nipples hard, jutting points against the wet fabric, and the dark circles of her areola were evident. She should have worn a suit jacket, she supposed, but she wanted to dress somewhat sexy, without going over the top. She just hadn't anticipated getting soaked.

Still, she wasn't going to strip. Sherry might feel that was a bit much, for one thing. "It's not required is it?" she asked.

She realized she was half-hoping the answer was yes.

"Of course not. But it is required for many of us. This girl's master dictates how she is to dress, or undress."

Nicole smiled as neutrally as she could. "Of course," she said. Years ago, Gray had told her what to wear on dates. Short skirt, no panties, usually. He was rarely more specific than that. But it had always given her a thrill.

She had let him slip out of her grasp. Or, she had slipped out of his. It had all made sense to her at the time, and now he was a successful rather than a struggling artist, and an infernal, as well, and in a relationship with her daughter.

About to own her daughter, because her daughter had offered herself to him.

She had not actually seen him in ten years, and she shivered as much from nervousness as from the wetness of her clothes.

A tall, naked man came striding forward, with six pack abs and bulging biceps. He strode confidently toward her. Around his neck was a collar like the one the receptionist wore, and a steel cage surrounded his cock. "Mrs. Fleming?" he asked.

"Uh, yes, that's me."

"This way, please."

He turned, and Nicole stared at his ass as she followed him. The guy was built. Submissive boys were not her type, but she still appreciated the eye candy.

They passed a naked, collared woman in the hall, who nodded and smiled at the male slave, but stared at Nicole's breasts. Nicole wished she had tried to arrive early, but she had purposely chosen to get there as close to the time as possible, to avoid awkward moments. That meant there was no time to try to dry her clothes.

Maybe in a way she wanted Gray to see her this way. She didn't want him thinking she dressed sexy for him, but if she just had no choice but to have a transparent top, well, so be it.

The man opened a door for her, and she walked through into a room with white marble floors and high vaulted ceilings, light streaming in from high-set windows. The red and black flag of Ruritania hung on one wall, and there were photographs of demons breaking up the burgundy wallpaper on the other walls, looking like politicians anywhere other than the red skin and the horns.

Two demons stood in the center of the room. One, tall, male, bare chested. The other female, over six-feet tall but short next to the male, wearing a corset that made the most of her assets and jeans that showed a noticeable bulge.

A human woman stood next to the man, elegant in a black sheath dress, with honey-blonde hair. Another, athletic, close to Sherry's age, knelt naked and collared at the male's feet, with a small, open wooden box that held a phone and another of the metal collars next to her knees. She recognized the girl from some of Gray's paintings, and the woman in the dress had been in a few, too.

A man with a chastity cage on knelt in the corner, a video camera in his hand, tracking her less than elegant entrance. However bedraggled her appearance, though, she resolved to walk straight and tall. Always walk like you own the place, she thought, although no one was likely to be confused about that here.

"Nicole," said the male demon, and she recognized his voice. Of course it was Gray, who else would it be?

"Gray," she replied.

"Nice outfit," said the woman next to him.

"It's raining rather hard," Nicole said, evenly. She spotted the ring on the woman's finger. His wife, then? "And the wind wrecked my umbrella."

"I'm sure," said the woman, "that was a complete accident. So interesting to meet you at last, I've heard so much about you."

Ugh. But of course he talked about her to his wife. He wasn't the secretive kind, which is why their relationship had been so hard on him. She'd known it, known he was suffering even before she pushed him away, but had enjoyed his lovemaking and the illusion that she might up and leave Terry too much to take that step when she should have.

"You must be Elizabeth," Nicole said.

"That's right."

"Betty," Gray corrected. "Betty, Nicole. Nicole, Betty, my wife. And Model, my slave girl.

"Congratulations to you both." Nicole turned back to Gray. "She's lovely. I'm glad you found someone." She glanced down at the slave girl at his feet. "More than one someone. I'm very happy for you."

She thought she did a good job getting it all out without grinding her teeth.

"Thank you, Nicole," Gray said, in an even, restrained voice.

Model simply smiled softly at her.

"How does it feel," asked Betty. "To know he's going to own your daughter?"

Whatever Betty felt towards her was only a reflection of what Gray had told her. And perhaps everything he told her was perfectly fair. "It's -"

"Nevermind," Betty said. "I forgot that you're an expert at lying."

Nicole took a deep breath. She'd probably earned that one, too. "I've given it up," she said softly. "No lies now. It feels very complicated. I'm happy for my daughter, and that's what I'm choosing to focus on, but it doesn't mean I'm not mourning the innocence of my little girl or - feeling any of the other things one might expect me to feel."

"I do see that the whole business has you a little," Betty paused for effect, "wet."

Nicole had enough. "Does it make you wet, too?" she asked.

Betty blushed. Nicole inwardly smirked, but tried not to let it show. Seems I scored a hit. And bantering with Betty was easier than dealing with Gray. She glanced over at him, ready to apologize if he was annoyed at her.

He looked up from her chest.

The question that had been on her mind for a while burst out, even though she'd decided not to ask it. "Why did you agree for me to come to this, Gray?"

He hesitated, and then smiled. "No lies?"

"Not from me. You might owe me a few, if you like."

"Revanche," he said.

Nicole nodded. "Well," she said. "You're welcome to it. I certainly deserve it. But if you don't take good care of my daughter, then I'll make you wish you never met her. No lie."

"Coming here," he said. "Was your idea."

"Yes."

Then everyone turned as Sherry entered the room. She wore only a simple garment, something like a Greek chiton; short, white, and not entirely opaque. She was barefoot. A naked slave had shown her in, but that woman was gone in an instant. Sherry walked forward, her eyes taking in the entire tableau.

"Mom," she said. "You're all wet."

"Have been for years, according to some," Nicole responded, before Betty could get in a comment.

"Aw," Sherry said. "I'd hug you, but I think -"

"You don't want to get wet. Quite right."

The female demon cleared her throat. "Everyone here?" she asked Gray.

"Everyone here."

"Good. You must be Sherry."

"Yes," Sherry said brightly.

"I'm Anathema, and I'm here to enslave you, a human woman, to Ur, better known as Grayson Harding. I understand that you consent to this?"

Sherry nodded. "Yes. Please."

Oh, god. This is really happening. My baby. But she looks so radiant and happy.

"You understand what's going to happen?" Anathema asked.

Sherry smiled. "Whatever Gray wants, I imagine."

"Yes. We have built up only a little ceremony, I'm afraid, but we have a few traditions already. Although I admit having your mother here makes it all rather odd. Gray, would you rip the clothes off your slave?"

Nicole blinked.

Gray didn't look the least bit surprised. He grabbed the collar of the tunic-like garment and ripped. In his big red fists it came apart like so much tissue paper.

Nicole blinked at the violence of it, and then was rather surprised at how lush and womanly her daughter's curves were.

Anathema reached down, and Model handed her the collar from the box. Anathema showed it to Sherry. "What does this say?"

She read the engraved lettering. "It says, Property of Grayson Harding."

"Do you want to be his property?"

"Yes."

"Kneel before your Master, slut."

How dare this woman call her daughter that! But Sherry simply knelt in front of Gray, and looked up at him adoringly.

Gray had called Nicole a slut a few times, as an endearment really. She had loved it, egged him on. It had been a word of liberation from the shackles of her marriage, as had other words. Whore. Bitch. And they had been part of the fantasy of Gray's dominance over her, even if Nicole always felt, deep down, that she was holding the strings as the older, more experienced partner.

It had been play-acting. This didn't feel like play-acting.

Anathema handed Sherry the collar. It looked cold and hard, and it bent open at a hinge so that it could be put on. Sherry looked at the inside of it.

"Sherry Demonica Harding," she said. "I love it. Thank you, Master."

Well, thought Nicole. It could be a lot worse. He even kept the Sherry. Demonica was quite a change from 'Chastity' but that had been Terry's idea for a middle name, anyway. Nicole had thought of Sherry, because she'd had four glasses the night Sherry had been conceived.

And Harding. How many times had Nicole imagined that becoming her last name? It was a delayed reaction, but that thought twisted up her gut with jealousy.

She maintained a steady smile, showing nothing.

"Put it on for me, Sherry," Gray told her.

"Yes, Master," Sherry said, and she wrapped it around her neck. When the two ends met, there was a definite snap, and Nicole had no doubt that it had locked on. "I am here to serve."

Model handed Anathema the phone, and Anathema handed it to Gray. "This isn't your first slave, so you know how this all works. The app now has two collars, so do make sure you push the right button. Model's is black, Sherry's is red, but you can change that in the settings." She glanced at Sherry. "All he has to do, if he's displeased, is touch the button, and that collar will shock you. I understand it's most unpleasant. It will also let him see anything in front of you, through the camera in the collar, and hear anything around you, and it's all recorded. We have some software that will help him search it, just in case there's any particular kind of naughtiness he's worried about."

"Yes, Ma'am," Sherry said. "They covered all that."

Anathema smiled at Nicole, and said, "You know, Gray, I really do think you should shock her now, so she knows exactly how important it is to avoid it in the future."

Why is she looking at me? wondered Nicole, and the answer came to her. Because she knows that I don't want him to do it. She has an idea of what a mother would feel, watching her daughter like that.

"No," Gray said. "Thanks. We've been through that before, too. She's not going to get shocked if she's done nothing major wrong. For minor things, spankings will do nicely."

Anathema turned and looked past Nicole to the photographer. "I told you. Hold the camera steady."

Anathema pulled out a phone from her own back pocket, and pressed a button on it. The photographer shrieked like a girl, but somehow managed to keep filming. No doubt he captured the look of horror on Nicole's face.

"ChastityBoy now helps provide a demonstration, for those masters too gentle to do it. I'm not too gentle, am I, ChastityBoy?"

"No, Mistress," he said.

Anathema giggled, and then smiled at Nicole again. Why is she smiling at me? "It is now traditional for the master to use the cunt he's just acquired," Anathema said.

Nicole fought to keep her facial expression neutral.

She heard a zipper, and looked over at Gray. Model had pulled his pants open, and a huge cock flopped out. He had always been big, but not like this. Eight inches, and he wasn't even fully hard.

"Serve your Master, Sherry," Anathema said, still looking at Nicole.

Sherry's head twitched, as if she was going to look at her mother for a moment, but then she crawled forward. She took the thick red cock between her lips, and slid it inside.

My daughter. With my lover. No, not mine anymore. Nicole's heart pounded, and in spite of herself, she felt a tingle between her thighs. Nicole had always been proud of her oral skills. It wasn't the kind of thing one managed to pass down to one's daughter, but she couldn't help but think that Sherry could use a few pointers, although once she got started she was certainly enthusiastic enough.

Nicole was aware of Betty looking at her, too. She smiled at Betty, trying to act as if she saw this sort of thing every day. Betty just smirked and started watching the blowjob.

Model caressed Sherry's hair. Betty leaned in close. Nicole took a step backward, feeling like an outsider, and it took her close to Anathema, who had moved away herself.

"Hot, isn't it?" whispered the demoness. "I can tell you're turned on."

Nicole shook her head.

"No more lies, you said?"

Nicole nodded sheepishly. "Of course I am. But it's complicated."

"If you want to be a slave," Anathema said. "You only have to walk out that door, and stop in at the second door on the left. Talk to a young lady in the office marked, 'Legal.'"

"Oh," Nicole said, taking a breath. "But I don't know anyone who I would." She left it at that.

"You can become a slave of Ruritania itself. Free use for any demon who wants you."

Nicole gulped. Was that hot? Sure it was. Providing the demons wanted her. But - no, she'd come here to support her daughter.

Gray picked Sherry up. Maybe that was all of it, he'd carry her away now. But no, she wrapped her legs around him as he settled her onto his cock, fully hard now and something like a foot long.

He'll split her in two, thought Nicole. But he slid into Sherry, and she ahhed with pleasure. Model moved behind Gray, and Gray made a little pleased noise.

Nicole decided that she'd been supportive enough, and that watching her daughter get fucked might be part of the ritual but it wasn't part of the deal. She turned and headed toward the door. At least her shirt had dried enough that her nipples were no longer pointing at people quite so violently, although they were hard now from being turned on rather than from the coldness of damp cloth.

The door marked "Legal" was only half closed as she passed it. Nicole slowed down.

Images of Sherry and Gray played in her mind, superimposed by memories of herself with Gray from so many years ago. He was older now, in charge of his life, a big success even aside from being a demon. Dominant, thought Nicole, the thought reigniting the tingles in her pussy. She'd always sought a man who could be in charge, but honestly, never dared really let them be. Terry she didn't trust and wasn't interested, and anyone else would have insisted she leave Terry. Well, Terry was dead now.

She took a breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in, it's open," said a woman's voice.

Nicole slipped into the room. The woman who sat at the single desk in the room was naked, and had cherry red hair, and a collar. She smiled at Nicole like it was perfectly ordinary to be sitting behind a desk naked. "Hello, I'm Cumslut39," she said. "What can I do for you."

Nicole gulped. "I'm Nicole Fleming. I'm not sure, but I have some, um, questions about slavery."

"Well," said Cumslut39. "I'm something of an expert. Both legally and personally. Have a seat and close the door if you want confidentiality."

Nicole closed the door. "My skirt's a little damp, I'm afraid I'll get your chair wet."

"It won't be the first time someone's gotten that chair wet," Cumslut39 said. "I'll make sure it's dry for the next person, it wipes clean easily."

"Ah," Nicole said as she took a seat and as Cumslut39's words sunk in. She wanted to deny she'd be getting the chair that kind of wet, but then again, she couldn't be entirely sure.

"So you have questions."

"Um, yes. My daughter was just enslaved."

Cumslut39 smiled professionally and nodded. "And?"

"He, um, renamed her. Could he name her anything he liked?"

"My name is Cumslut39. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, I suppose it does."

There was a buzzing, and Cumslut39's face twisted for a moment, and then she took a deep breath. "Sorry. What other questions do you have?"

"Are you - was that a vibrator?"

"Yes, Ms. Fleming. It turns on whenever I'm the least bit aroused, and shuts off when I get close to an orgasm. Keeps me rather desperate to be used."

"Wow. Your Master does that to you?"

"Yes."

Nicole squirmed in her seat. That was kind of hot, too. Dammit.

"You had questions," the naked woman prompted.

"There's all sorts of paperwork my daughter signed."

The woman nodded. "Yes. It's all confidential, I'm afraid I can't let you see any of it. You could ask your daughter. She's a delightful woman, I have to say."

Oh. Of course, Sherry had been in this room signing her life over. "No, I get that. But what if I wanted to explore that, myself?"

"Is there an infernal who has agreed to take you on?"

Nicole shook her head.

"Well, then, you could become a slave of the Ruritania itself. It's possible you would be assigned to the embassy, or sent somewhere else. We charge five thousand dollars to become a Ruritanian slave."

Nicole blinked. "You charge people money to enslave themselves?"

"If they don't have a sponsor. Otherwise we'd have far too many applicants, you understand."

"Uh, wow." She paused. "What if I don't have a sponsor, but want things already to go, as it were? All documents signed, so that I can give it to someone, and if they want it, want me, all they have to do is sign their names?"

Cumslut39 shook her head. "There has to be a printed name on the documents. I can prepare them for you, if you have someone in mind, but it will cost you one thousand, three hundred and twenty-two dollars, and I'll tell you right now that very few of them ever get completed by the other party. You see, if your sponsor brings you in, the documents are all prepared for free, so if they want to take you on, that's the obvious way to do it."

Nicole shrugged. "It probably is, at that. But you see, there's something - well, this situation requires a sort of -" Unconditional surrender, she thought. We ended in a state of war, and there's only one way for me to end that war, and that's to just be vulnerable, and require nothing in return.

Cumslut39 shrugged, and waited.

"I'll pay," Nicole said. "My ex-husband left me plenty of money."

Cumslut39 shrugged again. "Well, it's certainly your money. Your full legal name?"

"Nicole Constance Fleming," she said.

"Can I see some ID?"

Nicole fished it out of her purse, and put it on the desk, and Cumslut 39 typed information into her laptop.

"Name of the demon you wish to give yourself to?"

"Grayson Harding. Ur. Whichever you use."

"The same as your daughter," Cumslut39 said.

"Yes." Okay, that was embarrassing.

"Unusual," Cumslut39. "But not unprecedented."

"Really?"

"A mother and two daughters came in here as a group, once. We don't judge, in Ruritania, and there are very few sexual activities that are not legal if they involve an infernal and his or her slaves, there. Of course this country is somewhat different, but there's no issue making an arrangement between you and Mr. Harding legal.

"Yes. I wouldn't expect - well, he wouldn't ask me to do anything untoward with my daughter."

"He could," Cumslut39 pointed out. "And he could shock you unless you obeyed. He could certainly make obedience a requirement of future enslavement. And in Ruritania, his wishes could be legally enforced."

"Well," Nicole said. "I don't think he would, anyway."

"But he could. I always caution people not to sign the documents unless they would follow through on any directions."

Nicole took a deep breath. Would that really be a deal breaker, if it was the one thing? It would not. "Let's keep going forward with it."

Cumslut39 nodded, and typed away. A few minutes later paper started coming out of the printer behind her, and she started handing things for Nicole to sign.

There was a knock on the door.

Cumslut39 smiled. "Do you mind if I see who that is?"

Nicole shook her head.

"It's unlocked," the naked slave called out. "What is it?"

The door opened. It was Betty. "I was just -" she said, and then she spotted Nicole.

"Yes? I'm afraid you'll have to wait your turn. About half an hour, most likely. You can make an appointment at the reception desk, with Tits."

"Tits. Yes, of course. Um, nevermind, it really wasn't important." She looked at Nicole. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier," she said. "You were brave to come here." Before Nicole could respond she backed away, closing the door.

"Now then - " said Cumslut39, "by signing here you agree -"

Nicole barely listened. Unconditional surrender, that was what she wanted. She signed all the dotted lines and initialed where indicated, her mind wandering briefly to Betty's unexpected appearance. Had the other woman come for the same reason she had?

It took twenty minutes, not thirty, to get it all done.

"I'll need to make copies, and then I'll mail yours to you, you should have them in a few days."

Nicole nodded. "Don't, um, mail them to me. Mail them to Gray."

"Mr. Harding?"

"Yes."

Cumslut39 nodded. "I can do that," she said.

Nicole smiled. "Thank you very much." She stood up. The other woman stood up with a squishy sound, and shook her hand.

There was no sign of Betty in the corridor, nor was she at the receptionist's desk as Nicole passed it on the way out. Model, Gray's other girl had been named. That almost certainly wasn't her real name. It was her function, and was objectifying, but not in the same way as 'Tits,' which suited the receptionist rather well, or 'Cumslut39,' which was rather an interesting name for a lawyer, to say the least.

She pushed open the front door.

The rain had stopped, and so there were protestors out front.

"Those who consort with demons will get their reward in Hell!" one sign said.

"Down with Ruritania!"

"Mothers, don't let your Daughters have congress with demons."

Nicole thought if they used the word "fuck" instead of "consort with" and "have congress with" that it would all fit on the signs better.

She could have mailed the things to Gray herself, of course, or presented them to him on her knees. But this way she had crossed the Ruritanian Rubicon. Alea jacta est.

Most likely he'd throw the papers away. No reason to take her on, after all, when he already had the younger, hotter version. But at least she knew she'd tried her best, had literally given it her all.