Hedonia 2

(story continues from Hedonia)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number of lives.

Part 2

13. The forbidden side

Brian was excited. Finally he passed through the doors that, just 20 minutes ago, he promised his girlfriend not to pass. He had to, because actually, she didn't allow it. She was being massaged for hours, and he was supposed to enjoy looking at shops and the holographic decorations. Sure they were impressive, but it was simply mean of her to forbid going to the erotic fair. He was a grown up after all, and also she had to learn to trust him.

The erotic fair on the other side was more to his liking than clothes and shoe shops and quite what he expected. People running around in cosplay and SM costumes, the smell of latex and sound of clacking heels filling the air.

Just when he started down the left hallway, he realized that a woman sitting at a café was watching him intently. She was very beautiful, slim statue and big breasts. Her black hair framed her face which was made up with fiery red lipstick and dark eye shadow. Her breasts were held high by a black corset and her hands were encased in shoulder length latex gloves.

With a start he realized that he was staring at her body and she was looking at him, but she only smiled and motioned him to join her. It would have been very rude to decline now, but he felt like walking into a trap, when he approached her and took a seat. Not wanting to show his painfully erect member, he placed the little round table between them. "Silvia would be really mad now." he thought, but then again, he is rather mad at her for being so selfish.

"Hi, I'm Jenni. Are you here the first time, too?" the goddess said in a voice that made him melt. "Em, yeah, I was just, came through, looking, ah, Brian. My name I mean." Jenni giggled. She obviously liked him. "Yes, I'm here for the first time. Unfortunately I have only an hour, and there is so much to see!"

"Hey, why don't we explore this place together?" Jenni beamed. She crossed her legs and by pure accident her boot now touched his thigh. Only now did he realize that she was wearing very high boots with very high heels - just the way he liked it. Silvia always made it quite clear to him, that he will never see her in a pair of those.

He started stuttering again. "Y-you with m-me? That would be, eh, great, if you really want..."

"You are so cute." Jenni beamed. "This will be so much fun!"

Rising and taking his hand, she pulled him to his feet. His confidence shrank even more, when he realized that she was a few centimeter taller than him, ever so slightly looking down at him.

She even had a riding crop in her hand, with which she playfully moved his hair a bit. "You have a funny hairstyle. Maybe we can do something about that, later." Brian became red. Somehow Jenni's opinion meant a lot to him, but ... "I don't like it myself. If you know a good place..." Jenni smiled down at him and stroked his face. Agreeing with her felt so good. "I don't know one yet, but we will find one. Let's go."

Jenni pulled forward so strongly, that Brian had difficulties following her. He always trailed a step behind her, trying not to loose her hand.

Together they left the shopping area and entered an amusement park. There were all kind of typical fairground attractions - shooting, throwing balls, ghost rides - all with a strong erotic theme.

Instead of shooting at moving ducks, naked woman popped up in a forest scenario and the handle of the rifle had phallus shape. The prizes were vibrating dildos, dildo cushions or packaged pieces of fetish attire.

"Hey can you shoot?", Jenni asked.

"It's been a while since I last tried, but..."

"Come on, let's try. I want to win this cat mask over there. Imagine me wearing it - Roarrr!" She playfully clawed into his direction and showed her teeth.

Brian paid for a round of clips, but only hit one target. Jenni couldn't contain herself laughing, when he won a studded condom. "Here, let me try", she demanded.

Of course he paid for another round, but Jenni seemed to have problems finding a comfortable shooting position. "Too sad, that there are no chairs around. I would rather shoot from a lower angle" she muttered to herself. She tried to knee, but immediately rejected that as "too low".

Finally she looked at Brian with large, pleading eyes. "Could you do me a really big favor, Brian?"

"Of course. How can I help?" he asked, puzzled.

"If I could sit on your back, then I would have just the right angle!"

Brian was stunned. Jenni was very demanding. But somehow it made him feel so good to do what she wanted. Completely unlike Silvia. When he made her a present to cheer her out of a bad mood, she appreciates nothing. Smiling he went down on all fours and presented his back to her. Swiftly she turned him to face the stand and seated herself on his shoulders.

Latex caressed his cheeks. Her booted feet with their long heel next to his fingers, and on the nape of his neck, he felt slippery warmth. Her firm latex encased buttock spread on his shoulders. The smell of her boots penetrated his senses. He wanted to touch her boots, but couldn't move his hand. All he could do was snuggle his face against them and that felt completely natural. Brian drifted away. Somehow his tongue slipped out of his mouth and started licking her shiny leg.

Brian was violently shaken out of his dream world, when Jenni stood up again. He felt a loss. Is the shooting over already? Should he buy her another round? Jenni got three hits and was delighted. She cried out in joy when she won a collar and a leash. Looking up at him, she had a devilish grin on her face. "Three hits against one - you loose!" Jenni said, approaching him with the collar. Brian could only nod. Did he just lick her boots? Did she notice it?

His mind grew more and more hazy. From now on Jenni pulled him around on his leash and sat down on him whenever she did anything. He always paid, but never tried any actual game. All he was looking forward to was to have her tushy on his shoulders and her booted legs around his head again. When he felt the nape of his neck, he found it wet from her juices. He simply could not resist licking his fingers clean.

When she finally sat down on a bench, she motioned for him to sit by her feet. "You like licking my boots, don't you?", she asked. Brian only nodded. He wanted to hear more of her voice and felt stupid whenever he opened his own mouth. A boot appeared before his face. It was the one with the crop attached to it. Hidden under her, facing the stall wall he had a bit of privacy, but now she made it public. He was sitting like a dog next to her, licking her feet for all to see. And it felt so right to do it.

Her hands played with his hair. "We really have to do something about this now!", she decided. "I don't like the feeling against by rubber clit. We should shave it all off. That way you can wear any wig you like."

Something inside him tried to rebel. "Cutting it off completely?" he thought. "What will people say? My boss, my colleagues, and Sil... Sil...?"

Sensing his dilemma, Jenni adds: "But if you don't want to, that's OK. You said that you wanted to leave after an hour and I have to go someplace else, too." She started to get up dropping his leash to the ground. "Goodbye, then."

This thread came as a shock for Brian. Jenni going away? He imagined the loss and it pierced his heart. So he grabbed her boot and tried to keep her. Immediately he felt the crop hit his fingers and let go again, doubling over in pain. Jenni stood proud in front of his crumbled form. "This is how you treat me?" she shouted at him. "Who do you think you are?"

Brian whimpered. "Please, please, I'm sorry", he croaked. "Punish me, but please don't go away! I want to be near you."

"I didn't think that you were so egoistic!" she spat. "For you it's always what *you* want, isn't it? Did you even think of asking what I want? You do not deserve to be close to me!" Internally Jenni cheered. She had him just where she wanted him to be.

"Yes, you are right, Jenni. I am worthless, do with me as you like!" He felt the crop hit his head.

"First of all you may not call me Jenni anymore! It's Mistress Jennifer for you. I want you to *think* of me as Mistress Jennifer. Did I make myself clear?"

Brian nodded. The crop hit his head again. "Yes, Mistress Jennifer" he cried.

"Second, this hair will go away. I looks stupid. Any word of protest?"

"No, Mistress Jennifer." Jennifer relaxed a bit and so did Brian. "My hair is yours!"

"That is more like it, Slave. Finally we need a new name for you. If you want to be addressed as a human being again, you have to deserve that right! For now I will call you Rosepetal. This is you name!"

"My name is Rosepetal." - Rosepetal repeated, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Let's go to a hair salon then, Rosepetal." Jennifer's voice was calm again. "Give me that leash!"

Rosepetal felt relieved. He had done good to win back her favors - at least some. Not having enough time to stand up, he started crawling on all fours behind Mistress Jennifer who was pulling on the leash. All he could see were her boots clicking on the floor in front of him. He started dreaming. Maybe she'll let him lick them again?

14. A challenger appears

The last few hours had been heaven for Rosepetal. Brian has been rude to Mistress Jennifer and was otherwise worthless. No wonder after he had been in an abusive relationship with an egoistic woman. But Rosepetal was happy with Mistress Jennifer. They had all body hair permanently removed from his body and shredded his old ugly clothes. Now he had a dark red pageboy wig and a dark red leotard - the color of roses. The make-up made his face look androgynous and his feet were in stretchers and attached to his bottom. This made it easier for him to crawl on hands and knees.

Currently his voice box was surgically altered. His new voice will be adjustable from a deep basso up to a high soprano voice or, if Mistress chooses, make him completely mute. She even asked Rosepetal personally, if he wanted to give her this as a present. Of course he agreed.

But just when the machine folded back it's long arm and released his throat, a cart arrived in front of the shop and a furious woman stormed in.

"Bri - an" she shouted but stopped when she saw him kneeling on the floor. "Is that you, Brian? What perverted..."

Suddenly a woman dressed as a black mistress stepped between them. "Who are you, that you dare shouting at my slave?" she demanded.

Their eyes locked. "Did you do this" she pointed at Rosepetal, "to my boyfriend? What did you do? Drug him? You will release him now!"

"You want to have his leash? Get your own slave then!", the woman said smiling evilly. "And I'll have you know that my slave voluntarily choose these first few changes in his appearance."

"He did this himself? Brian, is that true?"

"Maybe he was fed up with his girlfriend, who must be a real fiend. Well, at least that's the impression that I got when he talked about her."

"You said what, Brian? Brian, is that true?"

Rosepetal just sat there, wondering what to do. He couldn't speak yet, which was actually a relief. This angry woman was somewhat familiar, but now she terrified him. Why was she screaming so much? We did she ask him instead of Mistress?

"Brian, why are you not answering? Did you choose to shave off all hair? And dress in these silly clothes? Is that make-up?" her voice became louder with each question.

"It seems that you are confusing us with somebody. There is no Brian here. If the need for a man drives you insane, you should consider not dressing in ugly Jeans and drab pullovers. Get help!" While saying this, Jennifer pulled Rosepetal out of the salon, leaving Silvia gaping. She was shocked to see how willingly her boyfriend crawled behind that perverted woman. He even made a wide circle around her when they passed. "Come on Rosepetal! I have a list, and want to see how many of these things we can do today," she said laughing.

"Rosepetal? You can't be serious!" Silvia was stunned.

Too late, she stormed behind them out of the salon, shouting incoherently "I will...! You better...! This is not the end!" But Jennifer and Rosepetal had already vanished into the crowd.

Defeated Silvia slumped down on the floor. Did this really just happen? He wouldn't even speak to her anymore.

She become aware of a voice that repeated advertisement slogans of the shop in front of her. "Revenge is sweet!" and "You are too smart to let other people treat you like this!" or "With this power you can have whatever you want!"

Looking up, she saw "Succubus garden" and some impressive costumes in the windows. The mask of the demon seemed to look right back at her, saying these phrases directly into her brain. "Become free, become powerful, become what you always wanted to be!"

"This little bitch does not know with whom she is dealing!" she said to herself, standing up. She entered the shop confidently and asked simply: "How much for your full program?"

15. An evening together

Rosepetal was happy because Mistress Jennifer was happy ever since they left that strange woman.

First they went to some kind of inn where some soldier investigated his new voice box, asked him some questions about Mistress and held a probe against his head. All the while Mistress Jennifer was in a back room. She was massaging her arm when she emerged from it later.

They were talking about money, but Rosepetal had learned to stop watching and listening, when he was not needed. Finally she took him back to her room to change clothes, because her tits and ass have grown beyond the capacity of her current costume. Also, she said, the heels were too short.

When she peeled herself out of the latex, he was even allowed to kneel in a corner and glimpse a bit of her perfection. The room was quickly filled with the smell of her sweat mingled with latex.

Standing in front of a mirror, she felt her ass and groped her tits. Rosepetal did not know that they have grown from size B to E in only two days.

When she was again dressed, this time in a very thin cat-suit with knee high 5 inch boots, she commanded him to her bed. For a full hour, he was allowed to knead and lick her perfect ass and grope and suck her tits. All the while, a large dildo was vibrating in her ass and she was furiously rubbing her clit. Her "other" clit actually, as her ass had stopped becoming dirty and started lubricating and sending incredible feelings into her brain. She pushed first 2, then 3, 4 fingers and finally her whole hand into her cunt, orgasming many times.

He knew that she was perfectly happy, when she even allowed him to cum into his own hands. She taught him, how great semen tastes, and let him - after she dipped her finger into it and licked it clean, moaning slightly - drink it all. He would have never had the idea himself to do this, but if it's so delicious to Mistress Jennifer, then it must be delicious indeed. Rosepetal was proud that he might be useful there, maybe have some worth.

Next she experimented with his voice box. He had to repeat "I love Mistress Jennifer" over and over again, while she tuned to different voice levels. She would have liked to install the deluxe version with which she could have switched him to animal noises as well. Unfortunately that required a bigger surgery that replaced his whole voice box, instead of the simple tuner spiral that he got now and his credit card maxed out when she tried to order it.

Finally she decided for a medium high female voice. She commanded him to sing while cleaning and drying her clothes. Meanwhile she was roaming the wardrobes for some evening clothes. She chose an open faced head mask, that forced her black hair into a ponytail. Lips and eyes were made up with a dark bluish tint. Her top consistent of a thin skin colored latex shirt with black and blue ornate spirals around her tits, terminating in tassels hanging from her nipples. Her nipples had become three cm long bullets, which she fixed in an erect state with small rubber rings.

By now her tits had grown so much, that they could not stand up forward without support anymore, so she took an under bust corset that pushed them up. Together with the constricting spirals, they looked like rockets attached to her front.

The latex gloves sported long, red, artificial fingernails/claws. Above her knee high boots she wore a hobble skirt so that her cunt and ass were for once not immediately visible or accessible.

When they were done, she put the collar back around Rosepetal's neck and led him to a restaurant. She had become so thin, that she needed the corset only for tit support and the looks, but it was hardly constricting her.

Rosepetal didn't see the menu or see any of the food that Mistress Jennifer ordered. He was happily, albeit a bit hungry, sitting under the table, watching his mistresses free, wet cunt whenever she opened her legs, or licked her boots when she crossed them. Occasionally she would smear some salty tasting liquid onto her boots for him to lick off.

16. Obtaining money

Waking up the following morning, Jennifer took a quick inventory. Rosepetal had failed licking her all night and had fallen asleep. Nevertheless, her cunt lips were obscenely swollen. Her huge fuck bags - however firm they were - hung down by sheer size. Grabbing them still felt good, but by far not as mind-blowingly fantastic anymore as on the first day. Her ass was well padded and had become as erogenous as her clit. Her cock sucker lips were of all things least swollen, but then again, she did not intend to focus on big cocks alone.

From the innkeeper she had gotten some hints on how to get by some money. She will have to leave this room today and probably leave all her clothes. For Rosepetal she had big plans which all cost a lot of money. His credit card is overdrawn and of her 20 starting credits only 10 were left. Not enough to buy even decent boots.

The most frequent option was to gather Probenol in the caves under the mall. But that was hard work and even with protective suits some miners start to become freaks. The effect of this psychoactive drug will make frequent miners think that they are worms or moles. Digging into the earth becomes an obsession for them.

Another easy way to earn some cash would be to act in porn flicks. The problem here was that the supply of porn actors willing to do *anything* was far higher than the demand.

The option of serving a rich master was out of question for Jennifer.

Providing some service in one of the shops would be an option, but Jennifer didn't know how to cut hair or maintain any of those machines.

Rather promising was the idea of hooking up with a sheik. Hedonia's latex factories had a high demand for oil and with rising prices all over the world the business was very lucrative.

Finally she could act as a trainer. There were plenty of small companies that equip their top trainers with any amount of money to transform slaves into the dreams of their buyers. The trainers also acted as police inside Hedonia, as they quickly and effectively filter out any undesirable person.

Today she planned to contact Good4U, a new startup that had become well known for making prospective slaves pursue their own enslavement. The products loved every minute of their new life, however freakish or perverted it might have been to them before.

She kicked Rosepetal out of his sleep and ordered him to wash himself and his clothes. When she will have the required funds she will have his sweat glands produce a sweet rose aroma.

For her own clothes she decided to dress for the job she wanted to have: a latex police uniform. She had to open it up quite deeply as her tits would otherwise not fit.

On the corridor she felt like a real dog owner. Rosepetal, having gotten far more sexual stimuli than sexual relief, was sniffing and humping many decorations, when he suddenly started squeaking in panic. Two pipes had attached themselves to his nipples, cutting holes into his leotard and injecting something into his aureoles. Jennifer hit them away with her crop, making Rosepetal cry out again, when the vacuum suckers were pulled away. Both his nipples were swollen and had become red in color. But since no lasting wounds were visible and the pain slowly subsided, Mistress Jennifer decided to continue.

As a comfort, she let the three guardians at the end of the corridor care for Rosepetal. It didn't take long for him to forget all pain.

The job interview at Good4U went well. Apparently they had expected her to apply for a job. With Rosepetal as living proof of her natural talent (and it seemed that they had watched her over the past two days) they hired her on the spot into a trainee position. The orientation program started immediately, so Rosepetal was allowed to sleep in a basket in the corner of the main office, while Jennifer was led into an office in the back.

17. What Hedonia is built upon

Jennifer was surprised and delighted to recognize her friend Sarah as her Tutor. They hugged and shared a deep kiss.

Taking a step back, Jennifer said surprised: "Sarah, we are both wearing 10 cm heels and you used to be smaller than me, but now you tower over me!"

"Yes, I had my legs and lower back elongated yesterday. It was quite expensive and my muscles hurt a lot, but it was totally worth it. I guess I've become somewhat of a Giantess fetishist." Sarah giggled.

"Oh, I love it," Jennifer said, stroking her friend's long legs. This made them fall into an embrace and kiss again.

"Mmmh, I like that," Sarah finally said, sitting down and pointing to a seat for Jennifer. "But I guess I have some explaining to do."

"Explaining? What do you mean?" Jennifer asked. "Oh, do you mean, why you expected me to come here today?"

"Yes, in a way. Let me first explain something about Hedonia."

(Note from the author: The rest of this chapter explains background details and is thus hardly erotic. You'll not miss any fun, if you skip it.)

"You have probably heard about Probenol." Jennifer nodded. "Probenol is a defense substance produced by some fungi that grow in the caves under the mall. The biggest effect of this drug on the human brain is to let it accept the current circumstances as normal and disable doubt. The founders built Hedonia on top of these caves and created this society. The drug does not decrease intelligence so with deteriorating inhibitions we were still able to decide against, say, gluttony. Sex on the other hand is not unhealthy but fun and with some simple rules it works well as reward or lifestyle for everybody. Hedonia grew and with the dedication of people who are perfectly happy in their job, we increased, invented and developed many new things. But the mental state can easily be abused as you can imagine. Anybody can be made a foot slave and accept that happily. But not everybody is good at being a foot slave. So while some factions' agenda is to provide slaves that are seemingly happy at performing some task, Good4U specializes in finding out what somebody is good at, and make him happy doing it. As humans it's mostly ourselves that hinder us in achieving the best. Take yourself. Rosepetal proves your natural talent at domination and education, yet only through Probenol have you reached satisfaction in it. Not only that, you instinctively found out which role he will be most happy in. Our investigations into Brian's past confirm that." She looked straight at Jennifer. "Your current situation is the product of our careful planning."

"Yes, I see. The drug helped me overcome the taboos and inhibitions learned from society, but the choice to become a mistress was my own. But what happens to people that were pushed into a role with Probenol alone?"

"They become addicted to it. Once moved outside of Hedonia and without traces of Probenol in food and air they become more and more dissatisfied. Slaves start to become sad, lazy or even rebel. That's why Good4U's got such a good reputation so quickly: A slave bought from us will be happy without Probenol, while other trainer companies have to deal with dissatisfied customers quite a lot."

"Did you arrange for me to choose Good4U? I could have applied anywhere."

"I know you, Jennifer. When you decide on a new venture, you will compare the options and choose the best. Hedonia is not fool-proof. That's why so many poor souls choose to earn money by harvesting Probenol. You didn't consider it a choice because you informed yourself about the side effects."

"Thank you, Sarah. How do we continue now?"

"We have a full training program for today. You must learn about the technical advances and their lesser known side effects. You will learn about our psychological prediction methods. Since you are a natural at knowing other people's feelings and weaknesses," Sarah smiled, "I bet that you can start your first own project tomorrow afternoon."

"Can I keep Rosepetal?"

"Of course! When you will see the change in his brain pattern since he met you, you will understand that you are - in fact - the best thing that happened to him in his life. Also, most of us trainers have one or two pets of their own. We all kinda bring our work home. Talking about which, of course you will move into our staff quarters. Your room is needed for other guests."

"Well then, I can't wait to start!"

"OK, I'll keep the first lectures. At lunch you will meet the other trainers and Rachel will continue with you."

18. Stolen

Jennifer's mind was buzzing, when she strolled along the shops with Rosepetal that evening. There were drugs for everything. Drugs for faster learning. Drugs for faster healing. Drugs for neuronal attachment and coordination training. Basically it's possible to replace a limb with a robotic one and learn to control it within two days of practicing. The possibilities were endless and trying them out had just about started in Hedonia.

Suddenly she ducked, when a huge, red shape glided down to her and landed in front of her with a bone chilling scream. And there, in front of her, was a winged demoness folding her wings and slowly turning to face her. She seemed to be naked, but her skin was fiery red latex, just like her wings. Nipples and vagina were pierced multiple times and were quietly ringing with each movement. But worse than that were her feet. Instead of human feet, the demon was standing on bird-like claws, complete with an opposable claw to the back.

Her head sprouted small bumps which will clearly grow into horns one day. Between completely red eyes with lizard-like pupils and a fang-revealing smile Jennifer recognized the woman from yesterday: Brian's ex-girlfriend Silvia.

"Not so arrogant anymore, bitch slut?" she hissed, her voice hardly human. With some blade in her hand she cut Rosepetal leash with a wave of her arm. Like Jennifer, also Rosepetal was stunned by shock, when the demoness jumped onto his shoulders and grabbed his arms with her claws. Extending her huge wings, she tried to lift off making Jennifer dodge to the side again. While she had some difficulties lifting the extra weight, Sylvia was gone again before Jennifer could gather her senses. She still stood speechless with the cut leash in her hand in the middle of the corridor, when Sylvia - dragging her prey - vanished around a bend.

Finally just shortly before her den, Sylvia managed to lift her shocked burden. She pushed him inside with the momentum from the flight and followed him after folding her wings.

Sylvia's den was nested in an alcove near the ceiling; 20 meters above the second floor. The only entrance was by flight. Of course she didn't have the time to build her own nest, but instead "inherited" it from her competitor during the training. So most of the juices that made the rubbery building material so slimy were not her own yet. The interior, a sphere of only about 3 meters in diameter, was rather tight for her enhanced form, frightened "Brian" and another unconscious form lying bound on the floor.

Sylvia felt extremely dizzy and her heart was hammering hard. She shouldn't have exerted herself so much so quickly, but ... she had won, hadn't she? And now that she had fresh nourishment, she will feast and relax.

Her tutors had warned her that she shouldn't try to make more than 32 hours without sleep only on feasting, but now that Brian was hers again, she couldn't stop herself. With a hand and both clawed feet, she positioned Brian on his back and spread his legs open. She let her breasts with their pierced nipples hang in front of his face and took his cock into one front claw. Soon his panic subsided and was replaced by sexual heat. With her feet grabbing his legs she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Then, pinning down his arms with her elbows, she took his head into her front claws, applying pressure to his nerve endings. His mouth opened on his own accord when she came closer for a kiss - the last thing that he will remember of the next few hours.

19. Stopping the fiend

Sylvia soared through Hedonia. She felt a high from the joys of free flight (or maybe from sleep deprivation). After feeding off of Bloodflower (a fitting name, since he was dressed in dark red already) she felt too restless to stay in her den and sleep. She learned that by staying close to the ceiling, hardly anybody noticed her and how to grab onto metal girders or decorations with hand or foot claws.

But now some celebration blocked her way. Most of the hallway over both levels was filled with garlands and balloons. The only passage was by foot or through the small dark tunnel with the doors to the toilets. Strangely the normally dim lights of those tunnels had been switched of completely.

Swooping down from the ceiling, she artfully glided into the tunnel, when she was suddenly caught in some kind of sticky net. Cobwebs hindered the movement of her wings and the many strings pulled her out of the air. She crashed to the ground and started cursing. Easily ripping the cobwebs apart she shouted angry threats at the person responsible for this. Then she noticed somebody approaching her.

Before she could react, the dark shape had grabbed both arms and twisted them hard. Against the pain, Sylvia fought to get hold of the attacker's head. That foolish woman was about to learn the mental power of a succubus.

After a struggle she managed to get a good grip. She needed only seconds and pressed hard on the nerve endings, but something was wrong. Instead of freezing in shock, the attacking woman took a better grip of her hand and twisted it so hard that Sylvia fell to her knees. Why was she immune to her pheromones and acupressure technique?

While the woman pushed her down harder, strong hands started binding her wings. Sylvia felt a bite in her leg and then the other leg. Slowly her consciousness faded away.

When she came to again she was still in the tunnel. The normal dim lights of the toilet tunnel were on again. She felt herself being fucked from somebody behind her. Her hands, wings and legs were bound together and somebody was easily holding her by the hip and moved her up and down his huge shaft. She tried to scream, but she was gagged.

A man approached her. He was wearing camouflage dress. Each of his movements made swishing and squeaking rubbery noises, proving that he had no idea how to choose combat clothes. Clearly this man was not the mastermind behind her capture. He only enjoyed playing soldier, but would hide during the action. He tentatively touched her and started stroking her breasts - one of the few areas not covered by tight constricting webbing.

"It is her real skin, but it has scales and feels leathery. How did they do that? Some new tanning formula? And the red color.... Most amazing!" he marveled.

"Ohhh, mmmmh, believe it or not, but it feels leathery all the way in," a deep voice behind her boomed.

Looking into her face he noticed that she was awake. "Hello, my dear. How nice of you to join us. My name is Master Taylor. The gentleman behind you is Zephyr and" - gesturing to the side - "J2 and Taracy you know already". There, motionless and expressionless stood the woman that had attacked her in front of a large Drider. Her laser eye watchfully swept around the room.

"And here comes the person we were all waiting for," the man continued with a swish bow extending a hand towards the approaching Jennifer.

She was dressed in a very simple, unadorned, black cat-suit and a mask covering her hair and most of the face. Apart from her completely clean knee high boots and her face, she seemed to be covered in slimy goo.

"Thank you, Master Taylor, for your gracious words and your help." she said, giving him her hand for a kiss. "I am looking forward to our meeting in the evening."

"And I bid my farewell until then," he replied. With another bow and a quick press on the remote he and J2 left the tunnel and vanished in the crowd.

Just then the man behind her shoot a huge warm load into her and extracted himself. Putting her down on the floor he moved with clacking hooves into sight. Zephyr was a huge centaur as you would expect him out of a book of Greek mythology. His penis was located between his front legs, but wasn't there a second penis hidden inside it's sheath between the hind legs as well?

Zephyr bowed down and Jennifer clutched his head and kissed him aggressively, pressing herself against his penis. "See you around, lover," she whispered, giving him a slap on the ass, when he, too, left the tunnel.

Before Jennifer even acknowledge her existence she bid farewell to the drider in a similar way. Moving unafraid between the fangs, she moaned and pushed her tongue into the insect's mouth. "Let's discuss the insemination tomorrow, Taracy. If not mine, then I will find you another womb by the end of the week," she promised.

After also the Drider had left, Jennifer finally looked at Sylvia. She took her crop and stroked her face, making sure that she smelled a strong dose of Probenol. "I know your demon name. Do you know what that means?" Sylvia's mind started swimming. "Once I say it you will be under my command until I decide to banish you back to hell." Lifting her face with the crop she forced her to look directly into her eyes. "Sylvia!"

Sylvia collapsed. Helplessly she realized that she now had to obey that damn woman.

20. One hour earlier

Jennifer stood on the railing of the second floor, holding on to a rope that was anchored in the ceiling. Her feet hurt a bit from standing without heels. They were covered only with a latex skin, while her heeled sandals dangled from her hip - for later. This was the third try to reach the succubus' nest, so she aimed carefully and prepared to have the power reel lift her higher along the rope. Taking a deep breath she jumped.

Sarah hadn't given her much sympathy. Whining is not fit for a strong woman. But she did give her the one word of advice that led to the solution: Connections. With her DLM chip she got in contact with some "old friends" and after reading a lot about Succubi in general and Succubus garden in particular she had come up with a plan.

Only she now hoped that her friends were faring better in catching Sylvia than she in entering it's den. If it came back and found Jennifer hanging with one hand from her entrance... That would be awkward.

Stretching her toes she flew towards the alcove that housed the nest. By reeling in the rope just right, she slid - toes first - through the latex lips that enclosed the entrance. Her huge tits crashed into the "door", but her momentum was big enough to carry her through. Rubbing them Jennifer made a mental note to get inflatable (or rather deflatable) tits once this was over.

Inside she found two lifeless forms lying on the ground and covered in goo. This posed a new problem because she had only one transport harness with her. Also, moving in a stuffy and slimy latex cocoon attached to a wall was not easy if the task is to heave around an unconscious man or two.

First she removed their gag and anal intruder with which they had been fixed to the walls. Seeing the gaping holes left after hours of stretching Jennifer couldn't resist to push her latex covered feet into them. Unlike her own ass-pussy Rosepetal's ass was still so tight that only half of her foot slid in. The other boy must have been here a bit longer, because her whole foot fit into him. After all this time without boots it felt good to have the feet tightly enclosed again.

Jennifer leaned back and started furiously rubbing her own clit. Succubus goo was covering her body and mask and she was just contemplating to become the demon's slave, when her DLM chip informed her that Sylvia was caught and bound. Shaking off the masochistic thoughts she removed her feet from the slaves' asses and thought about getting them out of here.

Finally she managed to punch enough holes through the latex skin of the nest to thread the rope through. Two trips with the power reel up and down the rope brought her and her two passengers to the ground floor where a nurse with a transportation bed was waiting already.

Back at the ward three latex nurses cared for each of her slaves. They informed her that the patients only suffered from exhaustion and will recover by themselves after a good sleep. However they would like to clean them and check for psychological damages for the small price of being allowed to use them.

Jennifer allowed it and watched for a while, while the nurses started licking her slaves clean while shoving gloved hands and strap-ons into each other and their patients. Soon they were taking turns riding their faces and cocks, kissing and groping each other's tits.

Smiling, Jennifer put on her heeled sandals, turned and went to fetch her third new slave. That is, if it will swallow the tale about obeying the person that knows her demon name...

21. We need a bigger apartment

"Rule number one: Under no circumstances will you do any harm, direct or indirect to me, your mistress. That includes distracting me from a danger or ordering somebody else to harm me." Jennifer slowly and deliberately walked up and down in front of the bound Succubus. "Rule number two: You will not feast on or have sex with anybody without my consent! If you are a good little demon, I might allow you to have sex without me. You will live with me and address me as Mistress." Jennifer crouched in front of Sylvia, grabbing her chin and forced her to look into her eyes. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sylvia replied, defeated. "I will obey your commands."

Satisfied with this answer, Jennifer started to free her from the ropes. "Stand up and come with me. You will always walk two steps behind me!"

"Yes, Mistress."

Cheers accompanied them on their way back to the Good4U staff quarters. It turns out that Succubus Garden had produced (including Sylvia) five winged Succubi since it's foundation a year ago. While the lesser demons fit well into the ecosystem of Hedonia, the winged creatures posed a threat as they were too powerful.

Trainers like the ones from Good4U or other companies already fought and subdued two other Succubi in the past. Both of those fights had come with some costs. Jennifer's strategy with a drider and an android was the first real success in the greater war. Luckily only few people were desperate enough and willing to pay for the full program.

Two succubi roaming freely, two more changed back to humans; Jennifer planned to reintegrate Sylvia as a Succubus. She was sure that she can forge a new niche for the demons in Hedonia's society.

"And it will all start with a good licking from that long demon tongue," she mused, entering her home.

 

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