Infernal Gray Ch. 09

Gray lifted the couch and put it into the truck. It seemed a waste to hire movers when he could lift every piece of furniture in the house by himself. He walked back into the house for another load, ignoring the stares he was getting as a red-skinned, tailed, horned demon. The protestors across the street had lowered their signs, and were just starting. It was easy to wave signs at his women, or even himself, when he looked human, but also they may have just been enjoying the view.

Nicole came out with a box, and Model behind her. The two women provided a study in contrast. Nicole, auburn haired, in her early forties, decidedly curvy, wore a tight white T-shirt over her large, braless breasts, which said I <3 Demon Cock. She was wearing pants for the first time in a month, tight jeans that she claimed made her 'look fat' but really just emphasized her ass. Model, athletic, brunette, in her mid-twenties, had on a string bikini top and jeans cutoffs that revealed a fair amount of her lower cheeks. Then came Sherry, the spitting image of her mother Nicole, but dressed more like Model, although she had chosen to wear a skirt. It covered her decently unless she bent over, which given that it was moving day was happening a lot.

Each of them wore a blue steel collar with "Property of Grayson Harding" engraved on it, although you had to get up very close to see the engraving.

Gray headed back in, passing his wife Betty on the way, the one woman who didn't wear a collar, and who dressed as she pleased rather than just to amuse Gray. That meant some snug jeans and a loose shirt on her slim figure, practical clothes for a move.

He picked up a desk and carried it out.

They were moving out of town, to Elysian Fields, a discreetly named small, gated community of demons and demon supporters. It would be harder to protest there, and the protestors wouldn't be able to do so right across the street. Unusually for a gated community, there were five entrances. Of course people could wave signs outside any of them, but they'd have to split up to cover them all, and the cops would deal with them if they tried to actually block the road. A more peaceful place for him and his family.

Betty hadn't wanted kids, and Gray had been fine with that. His paintings were his children, in a way, his creative progeny, but he would hardly call them family. But his three slave girls? Yeah. They were family, for sure.

Fuckable family. His cock hardened at the thought of bending one over the table, which he still hadn't moved, and entering one of them from behind. But things weren't going to get moved that way, even though they would certainly be willing.

A car drove up and parked in front of the moving truck as he carried the desk out. A big demon with spiraled horns got out of the driver's seat. A buxom south Asian woman, got out from the passenger side, wearing a white shirt that said "Free Use Infernal Whore" on it, tight jeans, and tennis-shoes. Her body, while younger, was shaped a lot like Nicole's.

"Blake!" Gray called, wandering over there, still carrying the desk. "And Padmeena. I told you guys you didn't have to come help."

"Sure," the big demon Gray had addressed as Blake said. "And we came anyway. Chloe sends her regrets, but she's not allowed to lift anything right now to speak of anyway. She's having a day watching sappy flicks with her girlfriends."

"How close is she?"

"Any day now," Blake said. "Better make use of me now, just in case I have to rush off."

"Seriously, she's probably got a couple of weeks to go," Padmeena said. "But you never know, and that's all assuming that being half infernal doesn't change the math somehow. So far the data indicates that it doesn't."

Gray grinned. Did he want kids? Betty's position on getting pregnant hadn't changed, probably, but what about one of his other girls? Nicole was old enough that there was an increased chance of issues, and Sherry still had her education to finish, so Model was the logical choice. Gray shrugged. Maybe someday, but not right now.

He put the desk into the truck, and led Blake into the house.

"Blake, have you met Betty? Betty is my wife. Betty, this is Blake, he's here to help. And this is his, um -"

"Girlfriend," Blake provided.

"Girlfriend Padmeena," Gray continued.

"You're not wearing a collar," Betty observed.

"Neither are you," Padmeena replied.

Betty looked flustered, and then recovered. "Well. Nice to meet both of you."

With Blake helping, it didn't take long to get the rest of the furniture, but while they were loading the last few pieces of it, with lots of boxes and such still to go, a beat-up yellow bus pulled up across the street and started disgorging reinforcements for the protestors. The bus was plastered with posters. "Watch your Children." "Vote no on Proposition 7." "The Mark of the Beast?" "Sex with Demons is an abomination."

"Oh dear," Gray said.

"Yeah. Poor blighters," Blake replied.

"Huh?"

"It was something Snoopy says in the comics," Blake explained. "I always liked it."

"Well, we should be able to protect the girls," Gray said. "Usually they just stay across the street, anyway."

Blake just chuckled.

There were a dozen of them now; eight men, four women. They had more signs, and Gray didn't bother to read them. He was surprised when Padmeena crossed the street to go talk to them.

"What's she doing?" he asked Blake.

"Proselytizing, I guess. She's done this before, and she often manages to get one of the women interested in fucking me. It's become a little hobby of hers. She has a theory that if they care enough to wave signs, they probably have some interesting fantasies of their own. After all, most people just get on with their lives and have nothing much to do with us. Clearly, these folks are a bit obsessed. I'll keep an eye on her, but she somehow always comes out of it fine. She's just got that kind of personality. I'll stand by the truck and help shove the boxes in."

So they kept working, but it didn't really take long. Two demons made light work of everything, and it wasn't long until the truck was fully loaded.

And damned if Blake and Padmeena didn't end up taking one of the, a Mae West sized blonde, home with them.

Betty drove the car, and Model and Sherry went with her. Gray drove the truck, with Nicole in the shotgun seat. He had been tempted to put her back with the packages, to remind her that she was merely property, and not his girlfriend.

At one time he had thought of her as his fiancée, but of course that was never real, as she'd been married at the time without his knowledge.

"You're still angry with this bitch," Nicole said.

Gray sighed. "Maybe I am, Three," he said. As her owner, he had the right to rename her, and he'd given her a number rather than a name. "Maybe I always will be. I told you that before you enslaved yourself to me."

Nicole nodded. "Yes, you did, Master." She paused. "Would shocking this bitch feel good to you right now?" Her voice quavered a little, but she enunciated the words okay.

The collar around her neck could give her an excruciating electric shock, enough to bring her to her knees if she was standing. All he had to do was push a button on a phone app. Of course he wasn't going to play with the phone while he was driving a big truck down the road, but because the phone was providing the GPS to the little screen in the car, it was unlocked. So, if he felt particularly sadistic, he could tell Nicole to navigate to the app and push the button herself.

Which he knew wouldn't satisfy him at all. The fact that Nicole would willingly do it made him feel like he shouldn't even be mad anymore. She hadn't just apologized. She'd submitted to any punishment he deemed fit to atone. And yet, here they were. "It's not that easy, Nikki," he said.

He knew she didn't like the nickname.

"This bitch understands," Nicole said, lapsing into silence

"You know, it's strange wearing pants again," Nicole said a few minutes later.

He hadn't let her wear pants since she'd come crawling back to him, nor usually underwear. Short skirts and dresses, usually, with nothing underneath. But for moving, he hadn't wanted her to flash the neighbors. "Take them off, then. And your shirt and panties, too."

"Yes, Master," she said. "You realize that people will -"

"Toplessness isn't illegal. And they won't be able to tell you don't have pants on, we're up above all the cars and even with the tractor trailers."

"Yes, Master."

She took her clothes off. It didn't really help him with his own issue, because seeing her naked just added lust to the set of things he felt about her. And lust had been so connected with love, ten years ago. And then love with hate. And now all of that, with responsibility, the desire to punish, the desire to nurture. The desire to stay human.

"So what would you name yourself, Three." He'd been tempted to say Nikki again, but he didn't really want to needle her with the question. "If you were me."

"You gave me a number because you haven't forgiven me, right?" she replied.

"I didn't ask you to psycho-analyze me," Gray responded, aware that she'd hit it on the nose.

"If you wish to humiliate me, Cumslut 47 might be a good choice. Or something with bitch in it."

"Why 47?"

"Well, Ruritanian law requires it to be something unique. If she's 39, does it mean there are 38 others? And she's been 39 for a while, so... I'd guess that there have been more since."

Gray chuckled. "Maybe she's just 39 to make her feel like there are others."

"If so, then 47 is probably free. I wouldn't bet on 69."

"I wouldn't bet on 69, either. I want your full attention when you're blowing me."

"Yes, Master. But perhaps with Model? For your amusement?"

"Perhaps," he agreed. Or perhaps with Sherry. More amusing, to watch the two of them together, but as much as he might enjoy making Nicole squirm, he didn't feel the need to do that to Sherry, who had been remarkably accepting of having her mother be her master's slave. He hadn't made them perform together, but he had fucked Sherry in front of Nicole several times, and made Three clean him up afterward with her mouth. And he'd fucked Nicole in the ass in front of Sherry, and whored her out to other demons at Inferno while he and Sherry sketched the action.

There were no protestors at the gate to Elysian Fields, and he waved his pass at the gate and was allowed through.

The first house he drove past had two women outside, lounging in bikinis. They had a Ruritanian flag out front, black and red stripes with a pentacle superimposed. He passed another house, and a demon was on the porch, reading a book naked while two naked women in collars knelt and licked his cock.

"May this bitch suggest you watch the road, Master?" Nicole asked, with a bit of a smirk.

He slammed on the brakes. Okay, not a good idea to take out a Stop sign on your first day in a new place. He kept his eyes fixedly on the road the rest of the way, even though he wanted to stop, take out his sketch book, and draw the whole scene. There was something about the demon's carelessness, combined with the submission of the two women, that he wanted to capture.

But he managed to get the truck in one piece to his place. Betty and Model were already there, parked on the street so he could back into the driveway.

"Should this bitch put her clothes on?" Nicole asked.

Gray shook his head. "No, I think not."

"Yes, Master."

Gray watched her naked ass as she got out of the truck, and then got out himself. He opened the back, and Betty and Model started bringing in boxes. Then Nicole came around, her full breasts swaying, the little slit of her pussy, waxed to his specifications, visible. She, too, took a box, smiled at him somewhat wanly, and then followed the other girls inside.

She loves me, he thought. No woman would put up with his coldness, if she wasn't in love. And if she loves me now, she probably loved me then.

It was an annoying thought, in a way. It mocked his anger. And one of the things he had been so very angry about, for so long, is her telling him she loved him, even while she was lying to him, and then breaking up with him.

He was also angry that he hadn't broken up with her first, but that was his problem, and his fault.

He took some boxes out and put them on the porch, so the girls would have a shorter trip, and so that he could get at the dining room table, which was the easiest heavy thing to extract from the truck. He moved quickly, trying to push himself. The two ways he knew to deal with emotions were exercise, and drawing, and he wasn't going to take out a sketchbook now and leave the moving to his women.

A naked woman in a collar was running down the street, he noticed. He wondered why she was in such a hurry, but he wanted to stay on task. But then she turned and walked toward him.

"Good afternoon, Sir. This slave is named Jizzguzzler. She begs your pardon for interrupting you." He recognized her as one of the slaves he'd seen distracting the demon from his reading. She had long violet hair, so that helped her stand out. He wondered if it were her choice or her Master's.

He set down the table, aware of his own women bustling as they brought in the boxes he put on the porch. "Uh, what can I do for you?"

"Master Cargor sends his compliments, and wishes to know if you wish his help moving, Sir. And he also commanded this slave to offer herself sexually to you. This slave would be honored if you would accept, either now or after you are no longer so busy."

"Well," Betty said behind him. "That's, um, neighborly."

Gray chuckled. "Well, uh, Jizzguzzler, tell Cargor that I'd love his help." When she didn't move immediately, he added, "That's all, for now."

"Yes, Sir," she said, and ran back in the other direction.

"Cute little thing," Betty said to him.

"Yes."

"Well," she said, and took a box inside.

He couldn't read what she was feeling. It was strange, living with three slaves and a wife who was not his slave. It required a constant change in headspace to not order her around, and he didn't always pull it off. But he loved her, and practically speaking, it was good to have a clear second in command.

He brought the table inside, and smiled as Model moved past him to get another box. Strange, that the simplest relationship he had was with a woman over ten years younger than him. Model was easy.

He walked out, thinking about Nicole's name. Maybe he should surprise her, and choose something nice and affectionate. If he chose a name from his anger, it would be easy to choose something more like Cumslut47. The problem was, there was also something that turned him on about all that. Owning people had gotten him more in touch with his dark side.

He enjoyed Cumslut39's name. And Jizzguzzler, for that matter, even if he'd balked a little at calling her that. He enjoyed every time that Nicole called herself 'this bitch.' He didn't know that he wanted to be the kind of person that enjoyed that, but he did.

He got a few more pieces of furniture before Cargor arrived to help, along with a perky green-haired girl named "Happyholes."

Everything was in very quickly. He let Betty direct. For the moment, he could be just muscle. Betty drove the truck back, and Cargor and his two slave girls went home.

Unpacking boxes went more slowly. Everything needed to go in just the right place. And there were constant interruptions as neighbors came to introduce themselves. There were the three girls from the Church of the Infernal Angels, Sister Willing, Sister Voluptua, and Sister Lilith. They made sure it was clear they were all willing, even if only one of them was called that. Then there was the cuckold-hotwife couple, who he had a hard time getting out the door, explaining that they were moving right now and he did not have the time to fuck the guy's wife. He didn't explain that he wasn't inclined to, either - not one of his kinks, although a lot of demons were into that. Then there were two girls, one in short shorts and a crop top, the other in a skirt and a "Demon's Rule" tee, who wanted him to be sure to know that he could call on them if he needed anything, anything, and that they were allies.

It was so much better than protestors, and he had Sherry take notes on their names, along with a brief sketch, to refresh his memory later. He didn't want to fuck the neighborhood, but it was good to know who the neighbors were, especially if they were so friendly.

None of them seemed to have the least bit of problem with Nicole wandering around naked, either. That sort of thing seemed natural at Elysian Fields, and based on what he'd seen Cargor, Jizzguzzler, and Happyholes doing when he rode up, he felt he could make himself right at home.

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Nicole watched the visitors come and go with interest, although she tried to be a good slave girl and keep herself on task, unpacking books and dishes and putting them on shelves.

The church people were interesting. They believed, or claimed to believe, that demons should be not only served but worshipped. Nicole suspected that it was partly a cover to get tax-exempt status, and to make it more likely they would get some big red cock. Nicole had considered joining up herself, although she didn't regard herself as a religious person.

And the two girls wanted Gray, too. They had gone to the effort of buying a house in the demon community to be closer, presumably, to demons. Clearly they took their ally-ship, or at least their lust, pretty seriously.

But the two that had really made an impression on her were Jizzguzzler and Happyholes. What would it be like to go through life with a name like that?

It made her shudder. And it also made her wet. She tried to keep her legs together. She wasn't supposed to be getting horny, just because she was being made to walk naked in front of strangers. She was supposed to be putting dishes away, carefully. Not thinking of what it would be like to be introduced to someone as something like Jizzguzzler, or Cumslut47.

She couldn't say it wasn't true, though. She'd been giving Gray at least two blowjobs a day. He was insatiable, even with all the younger girls around. And every time he fucked Betty, she was summoned to lick out Betty's creampie. And regardless of who Gray fucked, she was often summoned to clean off the mixture of his and his lover's juices from his big red cock.

She was the lowest on the totem pole, maybe because she was the newest of Gray's slaves. Possibly, though, just because Gray liked it that way - because he was getting revenge. Either way, treating her like that clearly turned her on.

Calling herself 'this bitch' hadn't been at his direction. She did it because she noticed it made him hard, and more likely to stick his cock in her mouth or her ass. Never her pussy, although he fucked Model, Sherry, and Betty there all the time. And, if she was being completely truthful, it aroused her, too.

I'm a fucked up girl, she thought. But then, I knew that.

"Three," Gray said. "I think it's important that we be good neighbors, don't you?"

He wanted to fuck one of the women who had been throwing himself at him, apparently. One of the sisters? The hotwife? The two co-eds? "Yes, of course," Nicole said. "This bitch is happy for you to fuck whoever you like." He'd probably use their pussies too, just to make a point of what she wasn't getting.

God, it even turned her on to have him deny her.

"Oh, no, I'm good. I want you to walk over to Cargor's place and tell him you'll provide sexual service. Any hole he likes. Maybe if you tell him your pussy never gets used he'll take pity on you. Or maybe he'll figure there's something wrong with it and use your ass like I do. Anyway, run along."

"Yes, Master." So demeaning. And yet so hot. It was like she had a humiliation fetish. "Should I put on clothes?" She suspected she knew the answer, but sometimes he surprised her.

"Just the T-shirt you were wearing earlier," Gray said.

"And on bottom?"

"Oh, as you are is fine."

"Yes, Master." Nicole turned her head, so she could roll her eyes safely. Then she went out to pick up the T-shirt, which had been tossed on the sofa in the living room, in a box. Betty was in there straightening knick-knacks in the display cabinet.

The T-shirt had gotten wet, somehow. No, it had been deliberately soaked in water, and wrung out. She put it on, and looked down. It was, as she suspected, transparent, and the coldness of it made her nipples, already hard, stand out even more. It was going to provide no covering.

"Gray, you're sending Three?" Betty yelled.

"Yeah, what?" Gray asked, coming out from the kitchen.

"Well, Cargor offered you the use of your pick of his slaves."

"Ah, yes," Gray said. "Nicole, make sure he knows that he can have Model, or Sherry, if he likes."

She took a deep breath. She was supposed to pimp out Sherry. "Yes, Master," she said. The more degrading things got, the more turned on she was.

"In case, you know, he wants the younger, fitter version of you," Betty said.

Betty could be a lot more cruel than Gray was. It struck her then, though, that this whole thing was theater for her benefit. Maybe not every word. But Gray knew that what made her cheeks turn red with embarrassment sent blood surging south, as well.

It was sort of sweet, in a way.

Betty grinned at her.

"Tell him," Gray said, "That your master says you give the best blowjobs, which was why I sent you. If he does let you suck him off, tell him I'd like a report on what he thought."

"This bitch understands," she said. "Thank you, Master."

She left the house, and walked. It was a couple of blocks away, and of course people could see her. Most places, she would get arrested, but if there wasn't a cop around, she would still get cat-called.

Here, seeing a bottomless woman in a wet T-shirt that proclaimed her love for demon cock was apparently as common as seeing a woman pushing a stroller was elsewhere. She passed one of the Sisters, who just smiled at her and asked a cheerful if perfunctory "How are you," without waiting for an answer.

Cargor and his girls had gone inside, apparently. Possibly they weren't even home. She knocked on the door, aware of her bare ass mooning the neighborhood.

Happyholes answered it. She was naked. "Oh, it's the neighbor girl, Three!" she called out, half in greeting and half announcing it to everyone else. "Come in. You all need something?"

Oh, it would be so much easier to borrow a cup of sugar. "No. Master Gray sent this bitch here to offer herself, or use of his other slaves, to Master Cargor." Some masters were big on having their slaves refer to themselves in the third person, and she didn't want to get off on the wrong foot.

"Oh! Isn't being whored out just the best?" Happyholes said. "This slave will be happy to tell him! This slave loves the wet t-shirt look on you, by the way. Our masters just love big titties, and of course, they should get whatever they want!" She beamed at Nicole.

"Yes, of course," Nicole said. "Oh, and Master said to say that he sent this bitch because she gives the best head."

"Experience!" Happyholes exclaimed. "Practice makes perfect! This slave doesn't think a day is well spent unless she goes to bed with a sore jaw. Right? Anyway, come in. Make yourself at home, Three!"

"Uh. Thanks." Nicole looked around the living room. There was the usual couch and recliner, a coffee table, a book shelf. There was also an X-frame in one corner, and shackles on one wall.

With her wet T-shirt, she didn't want to touch anything. For that matter, even if her T-shirt was dry, she'd probably get the furniture wet if she sat on it. So she stood, while Happyholes practically skipped into the house.

"Master, a new set of holes for you to fuck! Her master says she gives good bjs!"

Cargor came out, a moment later. He was naked, and his cock was half-hard; even without being fully erect, it was a good nine inches. He looked over Nicole. "Cute outfit."

"Thank you, Sir," Nicole said.

"So you think you give good head?"

"I - this bitch's Master thinks she is good at giving blowjobs, Sir. He also asked me to make clear that if you would prefer one of his other slaves, that this bitch should be sent back to fetch them."

Happyholes said, "This slave thinks that one of them is her daughter, Master. They look too much alike. Unless he's had one or both of them modified to meet his ideal."

Cargor chuckled. "Is it true? Is one of them your daughter?"

"Yes," Nicole said.

"And he sent you here to offer her to me?"

"Oh!" said Happyholes. "She must be so proud! Both serving our demon masters!"

"Yes," Nicole said. She wanted to say something to encourage him to accept a blowjob from her. Or any kind of sex, really. But she didn't know how to swing things. She had already led with the fact that she gave better blowjobs - or she thought it was a fact, anyway. "All our holes are available." Fuck my pussy, please?

Cargor just chuckled and shook his head. "Okay, Mom, let's see what you got." He sat down in the recliner, and spread his legs.

She knelt down and started sucking. She was too embarrassed to tell him that she never got her pussy fucked, and besides, she took pride in her oral skills. The idea that it wasn't about her, but just about being used to make a good impression on the neighbors, was something she could sink into.

She rubbed her thighs together, and did her best. She did the little thing with her tongue that men, and demons, loved. She turned her head slightly as she bobbed up and down, creating a little corkscrew sensation to the effect of her lips on his shaft. Precum leaked into her mouth, and she swallowed it greedily.

When he came down her throat, she came with him, even without being touched. But she managed not to swallow very much of his voluminous load. Once she recovered, she opened her mouth to show him his gift, before swallowing it.

"You are pretty good at that," Cargor said.

"Better than this slave?" Happyholes asked.

Cargor frowned at her. "Jealousy doesn't become you, Happyholes."

Happyholes shook her head. "That's not what this slave meant. She was just wondering if she should pick up some pointers from Three, so she can better serve her Master."

Cargor chuckled. "Do you think your Master would mind sending you over to teach at some point?" he asked Nicole.

Nicole shook her head. "This bitch doesn't think so. But I - this bitch can't speak for Master Gray, of course."

"Of course. Send him back with my compliments, and remind him that the use of Happyholes or Jizzguzzler is an open offer." Cargor got up, and walked away.

"Do you want me to wet your shirt down so you can show off your tits better?" Happyholes asked. "It's gotten kind of dry and you can barely see your nipples!"

"Um, that's alright," Nicole said. She wondered if Gray would like it if she was that enthusiastic. It had to get kind of wearing after a while.

She walked back, and passed the cuckold couple. The husband checked her out, from boobs to thighs, and received a cuff on the head for it.

"She's just for demon cock," said his wife. "Not for puny humans like you."

Nicole wondered if Gray would ever pimp her out to humans. She supposed that would be even more humiliating, but oddly, it didn't turn her on in the least. Apparently not every indignity did it for her.

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Gray watched as Three embraced her daughter. It was odd to see them both wearing clothes. Three had on a blouse, unbuttoned to show some cleavage but otherwise sedate enough, and tight jeans. Sherry wore shorts and a halter top. People were looking, of course, because two beautiful women attracted attention.

"Be safe!" Three said.

"Mom!" Sherry said, and laughed. "Okay, I wouldn't want you to tell me any different, I suppose. I'll be safe. And good. Unless Gray gives me instructions otherwise, of course."

Gray was enjoying being able to simply fade into the background for a change. It didn't happen at Inferno, and he was the center of attention most of the time at home, too. Even without his pencil speeding over the textured paper in his sketchpad, he felt more at home in the role of an observer. He enjoyed seeing things, and he loved the way art made him observe the fine details.

But sometimes the meaning got lost in the pattern of light and shadow. For now, there were just two women, one a mother, one a daughter, acknowledging that they would not see each other for a while, in the middle of a crowded airport while other people, and no doubt other stories, bustled around them.

Of course, most of those people did not wear blue steel collars inscribed with the information that they belonged to a demon. A few people noticed that, no doubt.

Sherry and Three released each other, and Sherry turned to Gray. "Will you miss me?" she asked, with a grin on her face.

"I think you know the answer to that," Gray said. "Of course. But you'll be at school, and busy with classes and friends. You won't miss me at all."

Sherry laughed. "Yeah. Riiiiight."

They kissed, for a good minute, letting their tongues and lips tell the truths that seemed hard to put into words. Ownership, but more so, love.

Gray let Sherry go, and she joined the throng heading for the security gates. Three and Gray watched, and then Sherry turned, with an impish grin. "Have fun fucking my mom!" she said.

A few people turned at that, staring at Sherry, or at Nicole, or Gray. But then Sherry disappeared in the crowd.

"The little scamp," Three said. "She still has some maturing to do, doesn't she?"

"Yep. At her age it would be a shame if she didn't," Gray said. "At any age, really." He thought about how he'd learned to be more dominant, and how he kept learning what it meant to be the master of such lovely women - and a loving husband of another, that relationship similar in some ways, and so different in others.

"What will the security people think of the collar?"

Gray shrugged. "They've seen 'em before. There are a few thousand women with them in the U. S. alone, and Ruritania has some clout. People are still afraid of us, you know. They'll check to make sure it is what it seems to be and pass her right through."

"Just another slave," Three said.

"No. Mine."

Three grinned. "I have always liked it when you're possessive."

He chuckled. "Always?"

"Always. Well, as long as I've known you. It's complicated, isn't it. Let's not relive the bad old days."

He nodded. "No real reason to." He reached for his phone, and texted Betty. They headed toward the gate. Betty had been parked in the cell phone waiting lot, and would pick them up. Model was with her.

"You might like the backseat, husband," Betty said when she drove up.

He raised his eyebrows. Model was in the back, of course. He might, at that. He got in, thinking that Three would ride shotgun, but no, she was getting in the back too and he had to scooch over for her.

Betty got the car going, and Model took off her shirt. She was wearing a bra underneath, so she wasn't completely indecent. "Good to see you, Master," she said.

Three unbuttoned a few more buttons on her own blouse while Model unzipped him. Then the two girls gave him a two-girl blowjob in the back seat, passing his cock back and forth like it was their favorite treat. Probably because it was.

"You have to admit I'm a good wife," Betty said.

"You're awesome, Gray agreed."

"Now that Sherry's back at school, I'm going to be interviewing new slave girl candidates," Betty said, as Model slid his hardening cock all the way down her throat.

He put his hands on her head, to hold her in place. She needed to breathe eventually, but not right now, and Model liked knowing who was in charge. "No rush," he told Betty. "I want to make sure I pay attention to the ones I've got."

He let Model up for air. "Thank you, Master," she told him, as she caught her breath and Three took over.

He hardly ever thought of her as Nicole anymore, but sometimes her blowjob technique would remind him. He'd had her teach the other girls, but still, no one did it quite like Three.

He turned and kissed Model. "What do you think? Do we need more slave girls around here?"

"Need?" Model said. "Definitely not."

"See, Betty?"

"But if you want, you should have," Model said. "Personally, I think a dozen would be a good number. It's too bad there aren't more demons; with a dozen slave girls each, you still wouldn't be close to taking over the world."

He didn't want to take over the world. He just wanted to capture it in a pencil line, or a brush stroke. And he wanted it to be a good place for him and his women.

Model took a turn, and he leaned over and kissed Three.

She glowed. He hadn't kissed her very often, he realized. Whatever debt she owed him, he felt she'd paid it. And she'd proven she was loyal and dependable. And gave great head.

He resolved to give her more kisses in the future. And maybe even use her pussy once in a while.

Not wanting to be too gentle, the next time Three had his cock in her mouth, he put his hands in her auburn hair and pushed down. He held her there until he thought she'd had enough, then pulled her hair to yank her up. She gasped.

"This bitch thanks you," she told him, as Model went down on him.

"You like that, don't you? Calling yourself a bitch?"

"Almost as much as I like you calling me one," Three said. "Or any other name you choose."

"And here I was thinking about being nice to you," he said.

"Please don't, Master," Three said seriously. "Not any nicer than you are already. You could turn it up a few notches, if you like. You were so nice about my name..."

"And you were disappointed?"

"Relieved!" Three said. And then, after a pause. "Maybe a little."

"I'll give you a new one every week - but I won't do the paperwork. This week you'll be Cum Guzzling Whore, Nikki."

She winced, and he knew it was more because she hated "Nikki" than the rest.

Model sat up. "I think he's ready to pop, Cum Guzzling Whore," she said. "Better prove your name."

Three went down on him with enthusiasm and skill, and a moment later she was struggling to swallow the massive load he poured down her throat.

"This slave," Model said, "Loves to see you well served, Master. And she's very happy to be your slave."

He kissed her, as they pulled up the driveway. Three, shameless, kept slurping away, making sure to get every last drop as Model opened one of the doors, and Betty opened the other.

"Get naked, whore," Gray told the woman who had once been Nicole. "Before you get out. No reason for anyone in this neighborhood to see you with clothes on."

Three giggled, and shucked off her blouse. "No, Master. Of course not."

Model hadn't bothered to put her shirt back on, either. He zipped up, and got out of the car. He followed Model and Betty in, and then he locked the door.

He pulled out his sketchbook to draw Nicole still working on getting all her clothes off, and then another quick one of her walking up to the door naked, and then, finally, the expression on her face when she realized she was stuck outdoors until someone decided to let her in.

After all these years, he discovered he loved her, still. He loved Betty, his wife, and Model, his first slave girl, and Sherry, his second. They all enriched his life.

But loving Nicole didn't mean being nice, and on the whole, he liked it that way.