Infernal Gray Ch. 08

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.

#

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?

"You want me to feel good, don't you?" Gray asked.

"Of course, Master." What other reply could she give.

"Good bitch. Ask Betty to do it again, Three."

Nicole cringed. "I'd really rather she didn't."

Pain shot through her body, and only after a few excruciating moments did she realize that it centered on her neck. She broke out in a cold sweat. She had never felt anything like that in her life. "Please don't shock me again, Master!"

"I won't, if you obey directions."

She couldn't even remember what the directions were, after that.

He seemed to realize that. "Ask Betty to pull on the clamps."

"Betty, please pull on the clamps so I can feel the pain Master wants!"

Betty grinned sadistically, and did exactly as Nicole asked. It was nothing compared to the shock collar.

"That's good," Gray said. "I'm going to cum in you, Three. I don't care if you cum or not. You're a slave, and I'm using you."

"Yes, Master," Nicole said. Fuck, her pussy felt like it was dripping down her thighs. She'd always loved it when he took charge, but he'd never taken charge like this.

"Unnnh!" he yelled, as he erupted inside her.

Betty took the clamps off at the same time.

Pain blossomed as the nerves in her nipples burned into life, but it didn't stop her from coming, hard, as he pumped his seed into her. She collapsed onto the ground when he pulled out, panting for breath, the orgasm still rippling through her but somehow leaving her empty pussy feeling unsatisfied.

"Her holes are still useful, then?" Betty asked Gray.

"Uh, yeah," Gray said.

"Excellent."

"Thank you Master," Nicole mumbled.

She heard him zip up his jeans behind her.

"Did you enjoy being used and tortured like that?" Betty asked her.

To say yes would be just asking for more of the same. Shocks and clamps, and the degradation of it. Maybe he'd never end up fucking her pussy, if she said yes.

But she was done lying. "Yes, Mistress, I did."

"Excellent. Now it's time to take you to your new home. It's only a temporary place, really - we need a bigger house, and something further back from the street. Protestors, you know. Don't worry, I've picked out an outfit for you. Gray's delegating the small decisions about you to me. Isn't that wonderful?"

"I don't know, Mistress," Nicole said honestly. "Whatever Gray wants."

Betty chuckled. "Okay. Well, here you are."

Betty handed her a t-shirt, and a very short skirt. "Here you go. It'll stay legal as long as you don't get the shirt wet, and don't let the skirt flounce up at all. Just be careful.

Nicole nodded, and dragged herself up from the floor. She pulled on the skirt, which was indeed wider than a belt, if not by a lot, and probably didn't cover her ass entirely but could cover her pussy as long as she wore it very low around her waist.

The T-shirt said "Anal Demon Slut" and was very snug. "No bra?" she asked.

"No bra. More comfortable that way, isn't it?"

Of course it was more comfortable. And a lot less decent. The dark circles of her areolae were apparent upon close observation, and her nipples poked into the tight fabric and distended it. It was very obvious that she was not wearing a bra. The sweat that had broken out when Gray had shocked her wasn't helping with the shirt's opaqueness, either.

Which meant she really needed not to get shocked again, for all sorts of reasons. "Thank you for being considerate of my comfort, Mistress," she said.

Betty laughed. "Any time."

The neighbors across the street weren't out and about, and Nicole carefully didn't look around to see who she could see when Betty led her out a few minutes later. Betty opened the trunk.

"Climb in," she said.

It was too late to start saying no, now. She got in the trunk, and Betty closed it carefully. Soon, the car got underway, and Nicole didn't even know who was driving, Gray or Betty. Presumably they each drove one of the cars, leaving Nicole's own car in the driveway.

#

Gray let the car roll slowly down the last street. There were a few protestors out front, as usual, waving signs. He would be glad to get out of this neighborhood. There was an intentional community being created on land in the northern part of the county, for demons and their supporters, and he had a bid in on a place, but that would take a little while.

He tried to figure out why, exactly, he was doing this with Nicole. Sure, Betty had egged him on, but it was his decision.

Was he still angry at Nicole? Was he still in love with her? The answer could be both, of course. He didn't want his anger to be in charge, and honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted being in love to guide his actions, either. It wouldn't be right for Nicole to have precedence in his affections over Betty, Model, or Sherry.

And Nicole, he knew, had some very dark fantasies. This wasn't about punishing her for the past, or it wasn't just that. It was about making those fantasies come true. And he had to admit, it turned him on, too. Not that it was difficult for him to get hard these days. Living with three beautiful women, he was almost constantly in some kind of low-grade state of arousal, with fuck breaks happening regularly throughout the day. And now there were four.

He parked in the driveway, front end first. He usually backed in these days, because it made it easier to avoid the sign-wavers on the way out, but he wanted Nicole to have to get out where she could be seen. He didn't see any sense in having Nicole, or Three rather, cooped up there any longer. The point no doubt had been made, the objectification accomplished. He walked around, waved at the angry group of five across the street, and popped the trunk.

"Thank you, Master," Nicole said. She was curled up there on her side, and her skirt had ridden up, although all that meant was that he could see way up her leg to her hip.

He grinned. "For?"

"For everything."

He thought of pressing the point and making her be specific, but he'd take it. In the last hour and a half he'd shocked her, fucked her ass, shocked her, ignored her pussy, made her ride in the trunk, and taken away her name and given her a number. And probably some other things. If she wanted to thank him for everything, he'd just assume that meant everything.

"Time to get up out of the trunk," he said, offering her a hand. "Don't flash the neighbors."

"I'll try," Nicole said.

He helped her out, and of course she failed. She had to use one hand to hold on to him, and another to help her over the lip of the trunk, and that left no hands to pull down the abbreviated skirt. But as soon as she was out, she pulled it down, turning bright red as she became aware of the protestors staring at her.

"Go take a good look at them," he said. "They don't bite. They don't dare. All they can do is look, and shout occasionally. There's a restraining order, and they're afraid of me, anyway."

He patted Nicole on the bottom to urge her forward, and with his guidance, she walked toward the edge of the driveway.

"Have to make sure they can see what's written on your shirt," he said.

"Yes, Master," Nicole said.

"Whore!" yelled a protestor.

"Traitor to humanity!" called another.

"Smile," Gray said. "Stand tall. Chest out."

The guys leered at Nicole's chest, forgetting for a moment that they were supposed to be against something. It was almost always guys protesting. More and more women saw the advantages of having demons around, and it had become the most prominent of many issues on which there was a gender divide. Of course, sometimes the guys brought their wives, but that had slowed down since the time he'd propositioned one of them. Larissa, her name was.

She'd confided in him afterward that she wasn't on the pill. He wondered how that turned out. It was hard to worry about being a homewrecker when the people involved were standing outside his own home and harassing him and his women.

"How long do you want me to stand like this, Master?"

"Oh, long enough to answer one question."

"Hmm?"

"Are you turned on, Three?"

She turned even redder. "Yes, Master."

"By having guys stare at your tits, and read what you are?"

"And by the fact that you're making me do this, Master. It shouldn't turn me on, but it does."

"I suspect that when they go home, they're going to be wanking to the thought of you."

Nicole giggled. "Maybe, Master."

"If they aren't already wanking to the thought of your daughter, of course. But she doesn't make quite such a display of herself as you are."

Nicole shivered, and it wasn't cold out. Her nipples were hard like it was, though, and obvious against the tight shirt.

Gray pulled out his sketchbook, and moved to the side. "Stay right there," he said. He quickly sketched a few of the protestors, and the rough outline of the street, putting off the most enjoyable part for last. Nicole was a lot sexier. But it made a nice tableau, the sexy slut staring down the angry mob. In fact, Gray thought it was better with Nicole, a more mature woman, than it would have been with Model or Sherry.

He took his time. When the protestors realized that he was drawing them, they started talking amongst themselves. They didn't want to be the subject of one of his infamous paintings, he suspected. They probably thought they were talking quietly enough not to be heard.

Some of them wanted to move on until 'the evil one went in.' A few of them, sneaking glances at Nicole, were reluctant to go anywhere. One of them, a regular, noticed the striking resemblance between Nicole and that other girl they saw around.

He guessed they were sisters, and ranted about how depraved that was.

He drew a sketch of them there. The angle was wrong to include Nicole, but he could always put her in the background later, or perhaps a demon. There was something about the way they huddled together that interested him. Scared little men.

"Alright," he said at last. "Time to walk inside, and show them your ass, since they know what I use it for."

Nicole rolled her eyes. "Yes, Master."

"You know it turns you on," he said.

"And I wish you didn't. No, that's not true, not really. Dammit, this not lying thing is hard."

"It's a human thing to do," Gray said. "It's the kind of fibs we tell that make a difference."

Nicole nodded. She rolled her hips a little as she walked, he noticed, and the skirt was way too short to cover her when she did that, flashing first one cheek, then the other.

He pulled out his sketchbook. There was no good place in the house where she could walk around like that, but he hadn't captured it by the time she got to the door. She looked over her shoulder, waiting. She didn't have a key, of course.

"I want to draw your walk," he said. "So do it again."

"You do like showing off your property, don't you, Gray."

"I do." He thought of correcting her, and telling her to call him Master. But did he really want her never to use his name? The word Master could be objectifying in a way, too, reducing him to a role. "I do indeed, Three."

Betty drove up, and parked Gray in. She stood outside for a while at the edge of Gray's awareness. But then he finished his sketch and smiled at her. "Enjoying the view?"

"Yes, actually," Betty said. "You humiliating her turns me on. Wanna fuck?"

"We'd better go inside for that."

Betty laughed. "Yeah. I was even thinking, you know, of the bedroom."

He wasn't. He opened the door for Betty, then shooed Nicole inside. He closed the door and quickly crossed the room to put his arms around Betty. "Here," he said.

"Yes, Gray," Betty said. "You know I love you being in charge. Sometimes I want to say Master, like the others."

"Sometimes I want you to," he growled.

He pulled her shirt off over her head, exposing her small, firm breasts. She slithered out of her jeans at the same time he did. Betty glanced at Nicole, but Gray kept his gaze on his wife. He pointed toward the floor, near his chair.

"He wants you to kneel, Three," Betty told Nicole. And then to Gray, "You're going to let her watch?"

Make her watch, was more like it. "Of course."

He shifted.

"Oh, yum," said Betty.

His big red cock was already hard from watching Nicole walk back and forth. He picked Betty up, and carried her to the couch. He watched her eyes widen as it seemed like he was just going to enter her with no foreplay, but instead he teased her clit with the head of his cock until he was leaking precum right on the sensitive nub.

"Ahh," Betty said.

"Like that?"

"Yeah, for some reason it drives me crazy," Betty said. "But you know that."

He waited until she was right at the edge, and then slid inside her, triggering her orgasm. Her body thrashed under his, which he loved to watch. He didn't know that the scenario was ethical, exactly, but he couldn't deny that it turned him on. She gasped as her slippery channel stretched around him. No matter how many times he fucked her, she was always so tight. Maybe he'd wrecked her for smaller cocks, but she was just right for his.

He grabbed her hips, and bent down to suck one of her nipples in his mouth. "You're mine," he growled at her. "Slave or wife, you're mine."

"Yes," she whispered, and her body shuddered.

"I love you," he told her, and kissed her hard before she could reply. While their lips locked and tongues twisted together, he tweaked her nipples, and rubbed her clit with his tail, triggering another thrashing release.

Then he grabbed her hips again, and pounded her hard and fast, savoring the slick tightness off her pussy, and the look in her blue eyes.

"Fill me up, Gray," she yelled. "I want your cum. Seeeed meeeee!"

He chuckled. "How badly do you want it?" he teased.

"I'm addicted, Gray. You know I am. Pleeease!"

His cock twitched, then spurted in quick, intense spasms, coating her womb and prompting another orgasm for Betty. Her pussy pulsed around his, milking what felt like the last bit of cum from his cock. A look of bliss passed over Betty's face. Addicted. He wasn't sure it fit the clinical definition, as Model would say, but he was pretty sure it was true anyway.

And he liked it, even if he thought he shouldn't.

He became aware of the room again. Of Nicole, kneeling, watching. But also of Sherry, who had at some point entered the room and was now leaning against the wall, sketchbook in hand, pencil moving furiously. She was picking up his habits.

He pulled out, causing Betty to sigh. Rivulets of cum trickled from her well-used pussy down her thighs. He was curious to see Sherry's sketch, so he walked over to look.

"Three," Betty said. "Clean your Master's cock for the next girl. With your mouth, of course. No, crawl."

Gray searched Sherry's expression, and saw only a slight smirk as she showed him her sketchbook. Her style was different than his, cleaner, using fewer lines. Her quick sketches captured form well, but they needed to capture expression better. He took all this in at the same time as he did what she drew, not just his lovemaking with Betty but Nicole watching from the side.

"I didn't quite get her expression right," Sherry said, as if apologetically.

He felt a warm mouth close over his already wet cock, and knew Nicole could taste Betty on him. He should have ordered her himself, but he'd hesitated because of Sherry. He was new at this, relatively, although getting more experienced all the time - a lot like Sherry with her art. She was getting better so quickly.

She had flipped the page and started drawing again.

He couldn't see the page, because she had to turn it from him to draw, but there was something hot about knowing she was drawing her mother licking his wife's juices off his cock.

"Take your time, Three," he said. "Let Sherry do a good job with her sketch."

He watched Three's cheeks turn red, and he smiled. Knowing that being embarrassed sexually turned her on helped him lean into it, but he realized he had a bit of a sadistic streak, too.

Betty's legs were still spread, and she was rubbing her clit, watching. "When you're done with Three, may I borrow her?"

"Sure," he said. One of the items on the day's agenda was giving Nicole a tour of the house, and talking about what chores needed to be done. It was generally agreed that the new girl did the bathrooms, which was one reason for Sherry to be glad of her mother's arrival, but he knew that Betty was eager to get some help in the kitchen, too. As cooks, Sherry and Model were still very much works in progress.

"I'm good," Sherry said.

Gray smiled. "I think you got it all, Three. What did you want her to do?"

"I wanted her to lick out my cunt," Betty said. "Come, Three. And please crawl, no need to stand up to move a few feet."

Betty didn't usually use the c-word. It was always "pussy." But licking out a cunt was probably more objectifying. He watched Nicole crawl across the floor. He'd have her do that some more before she changed outfits. The way her pussy was exposed from the back by her short skirt was beautiful.

He'd have to make sure she knew how much was on display.

Sherry showed him the sketch.

"Nice," he said.

"Somehow, drawing it all makes it a little less weird," she said. "Want your sketchbook?"

"Yes, please," he said.

She got it for him. Together, they drew Nicole eating Betty out. And then they compared sketches. He glanced at his watch when they were both done, which was well before Betty told Nicole to stop. Model would be home in a couple of hours.

"Let's go do some work," he said to Sherry. He headed for his little studio, and Sherry followed. Sherry drew a few comic panels, working mostly on her computer. He started plotting out a new painting, showing Nicole confronting protestors. He combined it with an earlier sketch he had done of Model, making it so that one could see a demon fucking a woman, standing up, in the window of the house that Nicole stood proudly in front of. He'd done that one at Inferno, and the demon fucking Model was a friend of his.

#

Friday night Gray brought his harem to Inferno. He was starting to get more comfortable using that word. What else could he call it, when he had four women in his household, and he was having sex with all of them?

So far, with Nicole, he had only used her mouth and her ass. He didn't know why he was holding back the other, exactly, but he knew it both frustrated and turned Nicole on, and somehow the combination - frustrated and aroused - was better than either one separately.

In the quiet room in the back of the club, he had Model take everything off but her heels, her collar, and a g-string. Sherry stripped down to the same outfit. Betty wore a cocktail dress that hugged her body and exposed a generous amount of leg.

Nicole was wearing only a tight white T-shirt that said "Free Use Infernal Whore" on it, and a microscopic skirt.

"Take off the skirt, Nicole," he said.

"But it's all -"

"Exactly. Take it off. I want to show off my new pussy."

"Yes, Master," Nicole said. She took the skirt off and stowed it in the locker with Model's and Sherry's clothes.

"Is she a pussy, Gray?" Betty asked. "I mean, that sort of implies that she's a wimp, and I think she's been very brave."

Nicole smiled. Betty had been better than she'd feared. She still had to go down on her every time Betty and Gray had sex, but she'd come to accept that. Thanks to the demonol in Gray's semen, she actually looked forward to it. True, Betty taunted her occasionally about how Gray wasn't fucking her yet except in the ass. But day to day, Betty was pretty okay, more concerned about making sure the house was run in an orderly fashion than anything else.

"Okay. But her pussy is still mine," Gray said. "Why, what were you thinking?"

"That she's really more of a cunt," Betty said.

Nicole's face burned. She looked over at Sherry, but Sherry was across the room with Model, not really listening. The two girls had become good friends. Just watching them made Nicole feel old sometimes, and she was a bit jealous. She doubted that she and Betty would ever be such good buddies. They weren't equals, like Sherry and Model were.

"Nice," Gray said. "Either way, she's showing it off."

"And the shirt?" asked Nicole, "I mean, what if some infernal takes it seriously?"

"Well, then, I guess you'll just have to do whatever they want, won't you? That's why your pussy is on display, Three. So they know what you're offering. I know that you've been feeling it's been a bit neglected, lately."

"You want me to have sex with any Infernal who asks, Master?" Nicole asked, both because she was surprised, and because it seemed very important to be completely clear on the subject.

"Yes, exactly. So that I can draw you, you understand."

"I doubt they'll ask," said Betty.

Nicole shot her a look. That seemed unnecessarily mean.

"They never do," Betty said. "Almost never. If you linger close, and flirt, they might. But if you just wander around? Most of them are surrounded by girls asking them, or at least hinting very strongly."

"The shirt is a pretty big hint, Betty," Gray said.

"There'll probably be a dozen women in there wearing shirts like that," Betty said. "Maybe two dozen. But I admit doing it without anything else but heels and a collar is special. Still, unless we spread the word, they'll still probably assume she's off-limits because of the collar. Unless we spread the word."

"Would you make that your job, Betty?" Gray asked.

"Of course, my husband," Betty replied. "I've never been a pimp before. But I still say she'll have to go to them, if she wants to get her pussy filled."

"You're allowed to do whatever you want with any woman who wants you, too, Three," Gray said. "Just not the human men."

"You're surely not insecure about the human men, are you?" Betty asked.

"No," Gray said. "But it's against the club rules for them to touch the girls."

"Ah."

"Out you go," Gray said. "We'll follow along shortly."

He wanted her to go out alone, dressed like she was? Apparently. She went to the door he indicated, and stepped out.

Betty wasn't wrong about the plethora of shirts with demon slogans. And some short dresses, too. Other girls wore skimpy dresses, short skirts, lingerie, swimsuits - anything and everything, as long as it showed off their charms.

Nicole was pretty sure she was the only woman in her forties there, and there was no one older. With the demons, one couldn't tell, but she got the impression that no one her age had been among those who had changed.

At the same time, she thought she could hold her own. Sure, a few of those there were both young and ravishingly beautiful, but they weren't all super models. Different people liked different types. And if someone liked MILFs, well, she was pretty much the prime exemplar.

She was very conscious of her bare pussy. It had been waxed the day before, so there really was nothing hiding her slit. She wondered if people could see how wet she was.

She saw a few large demons that only had a few women around them. She could go, and try to compete with the cute young things. Rejection would suck. She wasn't used to having to ask. Guys asked her, even after she was married. At worst, she had to have a dating profile up and a swimsuit picture or two, and they'd come running.

She wanted to be fucked. Watching Gray rail everyone else in the house, including her daughter, had built that desire to a fever pitch in just a few days. She also wanted Gray to be doing the fucking, and she didn't think she'd settle for less, except that he'd told her to.

He wanted her to.

He'd given her a shirt that proclaimed she was a whore, he'd dressed her like a whore, or worse, and he wanted her to act like a whore.

While she dithered, he came out. He was watching her, but he would watch the others, too. He'd watch her more, if there was something to watch. She screwed up her courage, and walked over to a tall demon with big ram horns. His broad chest rippled with muscles, and he wore a pair of snug blue jeans that didn't hide the fact that he had an amazing ass.

There was a blonde there, Sherry's age, batting her eyelashes and trying to look cute, wearing only a blue bra and panties.

There was a black girl, too, only a little older, licking her lips and pushing out her chest, wearing a body con dress.

A brunette smiled at the demon. She'd lifted up her shirt, so you couldn't see what it said, but you could see her pert, upturned tits.

So cute, all of them, making it clear they were available, but waiting for the demon to make a move. Well, sometimes age and guile could beat youth and innocence.

"Hi," Nicole said, and let the demon read her shirt.

"Hi there," said the demon. "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name," she said. "I have a number. I am Three. My daughter is over there watching, and my Master has told me to whore myself out." She shrugged, as if to say what's a girl to do?

"Your daughter? Really?"

"Yes. Right over there."

The demon looked, and then turned his attention back to Nicole, ignoring the younger women. "In front of your kid, huh? That's fucked up."

Nicole just smiled. She'd been with guys who got off on her being married. A lot of guys like fucked up things.

So did she.

"Fuck yeah," said the demon. "Come over here. Where she can see better. Where everyone can see better." He pointed to the dance floor, which was raised from the rest of the club, with a rail that divided the "dancers" from those just milling around.

Actually, at least half the "dancers" were fucking.

"Bend right over the rail, Three, and look over at your daughter there. Maybe I'll do her next."

God. But she'd gotten kind of used to Sherry watching. Gray was sitting in a chair, with his sketchbook balanced on Model's head. Model was kneeling in front of him, and apparently her mouth was around his cock, although she had to stay still so she couldn't be giving him much of a blowjob. Sherry was on the floor in front of him, also drawing.

Nicole bent over the rail, and the demon moved behind her.

She didn't even know his name. But then, she only had a number.

She spread her legs like a whore. She heard him undo his zipper. A moment later, she felt what she'd been wanting all week - a demon cock head against her pussy lips.

Of course she wanted Gray's. Maybe she'd never get that. Maybe he'd never think she was worthy, but she was still going to get some hot demon sex, even if in the most humiliating of circumstances. If she felt ambivalence, her body didn't. Her pussy was wet, engorged, and eager.

His cock slowly slid inside her, stretching her as she hadn't been stretched for years. Gray might be as big now, probably was, but he wasn't back then, and he had been her largest lover before. Only Sherry, actually, had ever stretched her quite like that, and that had been entirely different.

Gray had lifted his sketchbook from Model's head, and the beautiful brunette was taking advantage of it, bobbing on his cock. The sketch pad probably stopped him from watching Model, and in any case, he was watching her instead.

The cock moved further in. "Are you doing alright? I suppose it's not your first time handling demon cock, but man you sure are tight."

"It feels great," she said. And it did. It was weird, though, that it wasn't Gray. It was almost like he was making her cheat on him. But no, that wasn't what he was doing, because this wasn't cheating. He'd told her to.

He was simply whoring her out.

"A nice tight whore," the demon said, as he grabbed her hips.

Gray tapped Model on the shoulder, and Model looked up. He said a few words, and Model got up, and started walking toward the rail. Sherry put her sketchpad down, and took Model's place sucking Gray's cock.

"Is she really your daughter?" asked the demon. "I know Gray, he's okay. You both belong to him?"

"Yes. I'm his - his -"

"His slave?"

She had this idea of what Gray would want her to say, although maybe it was just her fantasy of what she wanted him to make her say. "His slave. His bitch. His whore."

"Hey, Bahomet," Model said, talking past her, "Gray wanted me to ask you if you'd mind if I took her shirt off. He thinks it would be more interesting, with her big MILF titties hanging over the rail."

"Be my guest, Model," Bahomet said.

Model grabbed her shirt, and Nicole obediently lifted her hands from the rail so she could take it off. She put it on the ground next to them and then walked off the stage.

Bahomet moved her forward with a hard thrust, so that she let go of the rail and had to lean on it, her breasts hanging as Gray had requested.

She came, her body shuddering against the rail. She usually needed some clit action, but not with big red cock, apparently. In fact, she'd been coming every more quickly with Gray's cock in her ass, lately, and once she'd cum just from giving him a blowjob.

Once, she'd cum from eating Betty out after some particularly messy sex, but she thought she'd managed to hide it. No one had asked, so it wasn't lying.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw that Model had resumed her oral service, and that Sherry was drawing again. And watching her.

She turned away from the intimacy. Here her daughter was watching her get fucked, and yet she couldn't watch her watching. But then she spotted Betty, chatting with a demon and pointing. The demon nodded, and Betty moved on to talk to another one.

Telling them all that a slave called Three was available to be used, apparently.

The rest of the evening was something of a blur. Bahomet came inside her, and was replaced by two demons, one male and one female. Both demons had big cocks, though, and the woman fucked her ass while the guy fucked her mouth.

Then someone else took a turn, using her pussy.

When Betty came by to tell her she was being such a whore, she just nodded. It wasn't an insult. It was a statement of fact, even if she wasn't getting paid a cent.

She kept cumming, but it never seemed to really satisfy her. She just kept getting more aroused the more she got fucked. Demon after demon shot their potent load inside her, just increasing her sexy high.

For the last few, she was just a limp body to be used, but it didn't stop them from fucking her in front of everyone.

When at last she was empty, and with puddles of cum forming from the demon seed leaking out from every hole, Model wiped Three's pussy and her drooling mouth with her shirt, and then gave her the shirt to put on.

Three pulled it over her breasts. It didn't make her feel covered, not with her pussy and ass on display. But that wasn't the point, and she knew it. The shirt was sticky, and transparent in places, and the cum on it proved that she had been exactly what the shirt said she was.

Sherry and Model had to help her with her skirt, and Gray carried her to the car. Model and Sherry, now dressed, sat on each side of her. She leaned her head on Sherry's shoulder, exhausted and sated.

"You did good, Mom," Sherry said just before she fell asleep.