Kallista was lonely. Not for the first time, probably not for the last. Loneliness came with the territory when you were immortal, but that didn't make it any more enjoyable.

The best of friends tired of each other and needed time apart, currently all her friends were away or involved elsewhere. Her enemies, though few, were in some ways more loyal than friends, as they seemed to always be nearby.

Examining herself in the mirror couldn't help but bring a smile, it took years to shift her form and lots of energy, but after four thousand years she had finally returned to her original form, her original name. Okay, maybe an idealized version of her original form, no woman back then would have been this tall, or had a figure remotely like this. But this was the core that put the truth behind her name. Black and curly hair, olive tinted skin and brown eyes, with her heels she topped 6' and was 5'9" without.

The entire top two floors were hers. The great room filled both levels with a vaulted glass ceiling. A patio led out to a garden and small pool more for lounging and wading than swimming that faced the east and the rising sun. Standing on the edge, beyond a few intervening buildings Charleston Harbor could be seen. The lower floors were rented to those who were friendly and accepting of her nature, and many of her bound were in residence.

Grabbing her purse, she entered the private elevator and rode it down to street level. One advantage to a long life is accumulating the wealth to enjoy it.

Roderick the doorman smiled at her as she approached. "Ah! Good Evening Kallista, and good hunting?" Holding the door for her. She smile back with a small wink. Binding a Cambion child removed the need to hide her nature, and his near immortality meant she didn't need to replace her servants all the time. Besides, he was half Incubus and fucked like a dream when she had the urge, he had guarded her doors for almost a thousand years and just now was starting to look middle-aged. Her two maids were half Succubus twins she had had in her service for just over two centuries now and they still looked like teens.

A limousine awaited her as always, reminding her that she needed to replace her driver. Even a half demon couldn't survive an overturned semi and an explosive fire. She was a lot harder to kill and it had nearly destroyed her. She didn't pursue enemies actively, but one rival had come back after her, after she defeated his ploy on HER city. Her vengeance had taken a decade, but now no trace of Timotheus or any child he had sired, no matter how remotely remained. Her other enemies immediately sent messages of conciliation and offers to live and let live. That never lasted more than a century or two...

As the driver held her door at the edge of the club district, she exited smiling at him. "Take the rest of the night off. I can make my own way home. Besides, when is the last time you had a nice tip to spend on your wife and daughters? Hmm?" She tucked an open cash card into his jacket pocket and turning walked off. She could feel his eyes follow her swaying hips and long legs atop 10cm heels. Pausing she bent to adjust her right shoe, giving him a look at her red panties under the barely there gold mini-skirt. Heh, his wife was so going to get some tonight, maybe getting him the son he wanted after all those daughters. Smiling she flounced off, each snap of her hips hinting at the secrets beneath...

Ignoring the long queue, she walked right in to the hottest new club, a trickle of her aura and none of those in line, or the bouncers on the door protested.

The usual driving beats and meat market dance floor setup, she smiled at the gyrating crowds as she considered her pick. She sat at a table on the very edge of the dance floor, a quick glance at the previous occupant and the aging wannabe suddenly found a need to go home. She ordered a drink and appetizer from a passing server and settled in. There seemed an energy to the club. The people happier, more enthusiastic. She opened her senses and enjoyed the rush as the riot of color washed over her. The typical pastel shades with deeper highlights of human auras. A trio of deeply red and sharp edged Shifters over along the wall. A full-blooded Siren danced with three men in a cloud of deep ocean blue.

Then she felt a jarring discord and looked over her shoulder. A beautiful young woman with long blonde hair in waves to her waist, brilliant blue eyes, and a face filled with anger. Her aura aflame with silvers, blue and white, the short woman stormed up. Flanked by two blank faced hulking brutes. Damn, an Angel with two Nephilim bouncers?

"What are you doing here demon? Leave now while you still can."

"Leave? I just got here. Besides I am still hungry..."

"Hungry! You'll not be eating anyone here tonight, they are all under my protection!"

"No, hungry." She gestured to the server holding a tray full of stuffed potato skins. "Besides who do you think you are to allow or deny me anything?"

The Angel dropped her cloaking and drew her power around her. The Angels aura flared and reached the ceiling almost 10m overhead. Nice, Kallista thought. A few more centuries and she might grow to be something special.

"I am Brianna of the Flame. Prepare to die fiend."

With a sigh. "Do you really want to do this? Really want to fight?"

"Yes coward. Like all of your type you can only prey on the weak. Prepare to die!"

Looking to the bouncer Nephilim. "Can't you talk some sense into her?"

"Talk to me, this is MY club, MY protection to offer or withhold. Defend yourself!" She summoned a flaming sword and the patrons fled in panic from a sight usually only seen on news broadcasts. The music stuttering to a stop, the power dying, as the sword pulled energy to it.

Looking to the two bouncers she gestured to the fleeing crowd, "Guard and guide them to safety." Turning to face the rage filled Angel, "Thrice challenged I cannot ignore. I am Kallista of Naxos and I accept your challenge." She dropped her cloak and where Brianna's aura reached the ceiling, Kallista's filled the room and spilled out to cover the block. The bouncers felt the chill shadow flow over them and sharing a look of concern pushed the people across the street instead of merely out the door.

"You claim this club and its patrons as yours. But you claim something in MY city, this is MY ground. You come here to steal from me!"

The great two handed sword swung to take her head, but Kallista easily dodged under it and punched the Angel just under the ribs, earning a grunt, then danced away to be missed for a second strike. Each time the sword swung, Kalli darted in and struck. Like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Come now, surely someone must have taught you to swing a sword, you use it like a meat cleaver."

Swing and counterpunch they fought for what seemed like long minutes. Blows to the Angel's face broke her nose and split her eyebrow, closing that eye as blood flowed and flesh swelled. Then following a particularly wild swing, she spun past the tiring Angel and punched both kidneys. The return strike crushed a table and left the burning sword buried in the floor. With the sword pinned briefly Kallista stepped in and punched the Angel in the temple dropping her unconscious. Still beautiful, even with one eye swollen shut, blood trickling from her other eye, nose and lips. Kallista picked her up, like a sleeping child and carried her outside.

Coming to the Nephilim, "I did not seek this. I would have snacked and left, leaving no permanent harm. She challenged me three times on my home ground. I tried to avoid this, but she insisted, now I claim my prize."

"HE will not be happy you know."

"Free will or not, HE should have taught her better. Now she is no longer his concern. Run the club in her absence, it seems like a nice place." Then she walked off, flagging down the first cab.

Stepping in to her suite she called for the maids. "A basin of water and clean towels, we need to clean her wounds, we wouldn't want any scars. Laying Brianna on her bed she removed her soiled and torn clothing. Washing her wounds, she saw them already closing. Straightening her nose it soon showed no sign of being broken.

The maids looked on adoringly at the petite form laying spread before them.

Anna asking, "So beautiful Mistress, may we play with her?"

Cara adding, "If she tastes like she smells she may become my favorite meal. Umm Hmm"

"For now no. I want her trained, not broken." Kallista added with a smile.

Reaching out with her will she grabbed the Angelic soul. So big! So pure! Kallista pulled on the soul, leaving only the most tenuous connection to the body. The tiniest tug more and the soul would be consumed whole, it was so hard to resist this sweet morsel. Holding it firm she spoke the words of binding, laying threads of her will throughout Brianna's soul. Then pinching off a bite much larger than she would have taken from a mortal, the missing bite a mortal would have healed in a few weeks. Rather than leaving it to heal and renew, allowing the Angel to remain pure, Kallista swapped the bite for a piece of her own soul. She would consume the angel bite by bite over time until just a single bite remained. Once Brianna surrendered the last bite voluntarily she would become demon souled and could remain with Kallista forever.

They carried the girl into the bathroom and gave her a thorough cleansing. Styling her hair from the long flowing mane it had been, to a shorter style that framed her face. The three oiled and perfumed the now fully healed body, shaving her clean the maids found her still a virgin to their delighted whispers and jokes. The Mistress placed her sigil just above the virgin cleft and now everyone would know this woman as hers as the coiling mark showed clearly.

They pierced her nipples and clit with small bars. The tendons on either side of her neck got a large ring, with a jeweled chain strung between them. Thirteen diamonds ran up her right ear from the lobe to the top of the auricle. The left ear bore a pendant of a large carved ruby in Kallista's sigil. Last they mounted another carved ruby through her tongue.

Brianna awoke on her side, her head resting on an arm that curled to a hand holding her breast. A second arm came over her top and held her stomach tight. She could feel two breasts pressed into her back. She lay unmoving, she had never had anyone hold her, and it felt oddly good.

Opening her eyes she spotted two young women kneeling in parodies of maid costumes. Frilly lace skirts that didn't cover shaved pubic areas. Breasts hanging free, wound round with ribbons of lace. Rather than embarrassment, she felt a quickening of interest.

"Awake at last my lovely?" Brianna, felt the hand now massaging her breast. Tugging at a hardening nipple. Brianna gasped as she looked down and saw the piercing now being toyed with. "Wha thd yu ou to me?"

"Nothing bad. Do you hurt anywhere?"

"Oo..."

The other hand stopped stroking her stomach and slid down between her legs, sliding in to the wetness there. Oh no, she was wet already Brianna started to panic! Then she felt a tongue licking her neck and ear. Her legs parted against her will, as her head stretched back exposing more of her neck. A long moan filled the air. As lips feasted on her neck and the tongue stroked up to play with her ear, Brianna felt her nipples crinkle into bullets. Her hips started a slow jerking, as the fingers slid through her wetness faster and faster. "Unh, unh, unh..." flowed from her mouth as she became lost in pleasure. Then after minutes of play, "AHHHHH!" as she came explosively. The fingers slowed but never stopped. Then minutes later it came again, "AHHHHHH!!" Still not stopping several minutes later, she felt her peak approaching, the hand stilled.

"Beg me my pet, beg your Mistress."

Hesitating only briefly, "Plees, plees, moa, moa..."

Stroking her slowly, Brianna's hips almost franticly rising to meet her fingers. She came crying both in shame and want. By the third additional orgasm the begging was no longer prompted.

Then dipping a finger into her, and lightly back out a few times.

"What about this, is it mine? Is it your Mistresses?"

Brianna was nodding furiously, panting and twisting. "Then tell me, my pet."

"Oors! Oors! Ah oors!"

"Yes pet it is all mine." Stroking her faster and faster, as Brianna started coming she smiled. Then thrusting two fingers deep inside the girl she tore away her virginity spiking the climax to heights beyond what Brianna could handle and she passed out.

Brianna woke to a gentle rumbling. Opening her eyes, she saw the two identical maids naked in churning water. They were bathing her as they chatted.

"Such a beauty."

"And she heals so fast. Look, all her piercings are healed now."

"So responsive. Look! Her nipples are hard again. Such a sensual creature Mistress found."

"Such a sneak as well. You are awake, no?"

"Umm, yes, I guess I am. But about as weak as a kitten at the moment." Brianna said without the energy to protest or move.

The two scrubbed and rinsed her as they continued speaking. Then washing her new hair.

"Do not worry. We will help you. I am Anna, the drooling one is my sister Cara."

"I am Brianna. Are you two Succubi?"

"Only half. Maman fell in love with a priest she was tempting but only realized it as he died in her arms. She raised us as her penance to him. Then the Revolution came and they beheaded her just as our hungers were awakening. Mistress rescued us and showed us how to feed without killing."

"So you haven't served her very long? You are both still so young."

Laughing, "The Revolution? Was the French Revolution, they took Maman as we were 12, we were made to watch as the blade fell. It was 1793 and the Mistress came for us just weeks later."

Smiling they both looked at the closed door. "Mistress may have bound us to her, but she has never called on the bond. We have come to love her and will serve her until we can no longer. Even if the bond were to vanish today, we will be with her a thousand years from now."

"You are free to come and go?"

"Oh yes! As you will be soon I believe. We feed a little here, a little there. Never twice from the same person within a year and a day. Never enough to be harmful, never enough to be noticed."

"Then that is why the records show no Demon master of the city, you all move beneath notice?"

"Oh yes. Other than the war against Timotheus, and he struck first. Those were the first the Mistress had killed since a woman ruled the church. Timotheus hurt her badly, killing many of her bound demons and cambion. She was on her way to a negotiation with him when he tried to kill her, but only killed her driver and secretary, and wounded her in body and soul."

"So I may have been hasty in calling her evil."

"Mistress can be many things. Evil is not one of them." Then standing up they pulled her from the water and toweled her dry. Seeing a full length mirror she stepped over to it and stared. The piercings she had thought would look gaudy and cheap, were instead compliments. Teasing and hinting, the gold capped ruby bars glinted. Her hair cut was a shock, totally different than what she knew, but rather cute as it cupped her face now. The ears glinted and sparkled in fascinating ways.

"Mistress wanted to give you a belly button like ours, but you have no belly button." Brianna looked at the gleaming rubies the two had hanging at their bellies.

"I... I think... I think I might have liked that." She said to her own amazement.

"Come. The Mistress has guests you need to meet." Anna said as she hurried them along.

The two then dressed her in her own version of the maid outfit. A wrap around skirt that hung to her knees behind her, yet tied in a knot in front exposing her fully. A white bibbed apron hung from just below her breasts to her waist. The two then braided silver ribbon around her breasts that looped up behind her neck, providing support oddly like a bra, yet presenting and drawing attention to her nipples standing distended there. The final step was strapping her in insanely high heels that wound around her legs to her knees in more silver ribbons.

Standing back before the mirror she felt her heart beat faster. She would never have even dreamed of an outfit like this, now the thought of appearing like this in public was exciting her.

The twins opened the door and then one on each side they walked the hall towards the voices and laughter from the great room. Stepping in, the room went silent as 50 pairs of eyes turned her way. She saw a room full of Demons, a few Devils, Shifters, Humans, Nephilim and even a few Angels looking at her. Some openly appraising her as their eyes tracked up down. Some looked, then glanced away. She realized she was aware of what each set of eyes was viewing. She felt herself start to grow moist as eyes focused on her naked cleft. Her nipples hardening painfully as she felt eyes caressing them. A tray of drinks was thrust into her hands and she started working the room. As she neared the Mistress' seat she saw the two Nephilim she had employed standing guard of an enameled display stand. Her Sword and the sheath were on display there.

Hours later, her thighs were soaked as she kept their drinks fresh. Her ribbon bra lost to a Devil, an Archangel had snatched away her skirt as he pulled it aside to check her virginity leaving in disgust when he found it gone and her so wet in excitement. The Mistress herself had taken her apron as she guided her up on to the buffet table. Making her lay back down.

"Now do me proud pet. No matter what, do not move, do not react until I get you off the table." Chilled fruit were piled on her upper chest and arranged around her breasts, while hot strips of meats were spread across her flat stomach. Each hand holding a bowl of dip. Salads placed in the curl of her arms. Her legs spread and a tray of fresh dinner rolls placed between her knees, a pot of fresh butter in her crotch. Brianna had never been so embarrassed, or so turned on.

Wiping her down just like any table, they brought out dessert. Hot, fresh creampuffs were stacked on her body. Tubs of ice cream now in the curl of her arms, the bowl of cold whipped cream in her crotch. Sensation filled her. Hot here, Cold there, her nerves were on overload. All the devils, and many of the demons made it worse as they brushed and stroked her seemingly by accident. Then the devil returned the whipped cream spoon not into the bowl, but deep into her. She nearly screamed time and again as cold cream was packed into her.

Hours later yet, as dawn had started lightening the sky, the Mistress sat in a padded armchair. Brianna in her lap, with her legs spread and thrown over the arms. Head turned she kissed her Mistress. As the guests watched her Mistress thrust three fingers in and out of her making her come again and again before their eyes as she fed Brianna warmed cream that she scooped out of her.

The angels stepped up, "No dispute. She is yours. This however, is ours." He stepped up taking the sword and sheathing it the angels walked out. Brianna felt a brief pang.

The devils were next, caressing her a few times, "Though she is corrupted she did not Fall. She is not ours. Although if you ever want to loan her out..."

Each of the others had no claim, but just came to compliment Kallista on her acquisition and caress Brianna like a favored pet as they took their leave.

"You hear that pet? You are all mine, mine now and forever." Brianna smiled as she came for the last time that night and passed out screaming as her Mistress' hand buried itself inside her.

Waking in the bed, this time alone, she thought back over the last days. She had let her pride and anger override her reason. Given chances to back down, she had pressed the issue. If she had yielded as soon as she felt the immense aura of what must be an ancient being, she would still own her club and still be an angel. Instead she was bound to a demon who owned her in every important way. She had learned so many things, her desire to please this beautiful demon had overwhelmed everything at the party. Her embarrassing display at the Mistress' request, she knew she would do it again if asked.

Sitting up she saw a robe draped over a chair and a note propped on the seat.

'Shower then join us when you are ready.'

She entered the bathroom and standing before the mirror, she steeled herself and opened her vision. Her aura flared, still mostly silver and blue, the white faded to a grey. Threads of black and red ran through her. A traditional binding against harm and flight, but nothing to make her obey, nothing to turn her into a slut. No, that was all her own.

She showered, brushed and combed herself. She realized she was primping as she reached for a perfume bottle. Then pulling on the robe, she let loose a laugh, she should have guessed. The robe was so short and thin it essentially concealed nothing.

Coming out she saw the Mistress in the same style of robe.

"Good morning pet! You are just in time for lunch."

"I am a bit confused, this is all so different, so new. Yet so much seems right."

"Sit, eat, we have much to talk about. Ask your questions."

"My behavior, is it something you did to me?"

"Difficult question for a simple answer. Is it something I did? Yes. Is it magic or forced? No. That first day when you awoke you were off-balance. You had been defeated, likely for your first time. You were virgin so it was unlikely you would be used to nudity, so I had you awaken nude in bed, these two delights on prominent display, and me snuggled behind you. I immediately drew your attention to the pierced nipple, and you tried to speak revealing the tongue, throwing you further off-balance. Then I kept you off balance with the sex, until I asked, no ordered you to beg. This was a surrender of your pride, a submission to my orders, that was the point you could have refused and ended things. Then when you gave yourself to me as I took your virginity it was an act that couldn't be undone, you accepted me as your Mistress, surrendering your pride and will. So is it something I did? Yes. Is it something that was already in you? Yes. Was it forced or magic? No."

"But the party?"

"Until dinner, that was entirely your choice, at no time were you ordered to serve them, to accept their toying with and exploring you, that was entirely your choice and acceptance. I ordered you on to the table. From then on it was all my orders and your submission. The whip cream trick, I wish I had thought of it."

"I nearly came right there on the table. More than once."

"Maybe we will need to have more dinner parties."

Brianna felt a spasm plunge through her and slid out of her chair to land on her knees.

"Oh! Someone liked that idea, hmm?"

"Oh yes Mistress!"

"Hike that hot tight ass up on to this table"

Pushing Brianna back, opening the tie she spread the robe wide. Then draping the tie over her eyes, Kallista started speaking;

"This time we will serve shrimp cocktail. We will pack you full of the spicy sauce, all cold and burning. Then the guests will come up and take an icy shrimp and dip it into your hot spicy center." As fingers were thrust within her suddenly flooded vagina. "Swirl it around a few times like this. If sauce spills someone you cannot see will clean it up like this." Then she swiped her tongue up from where her finger plunged into Brianna, to curl it over her clit. Brianna gasped and came shuddering. The tongue was now lapping at her passing along her labia spread wide around bunched fingers, then up across her clit, the fingers thrusting in and out faster. A second tongue now curled across her nipple. Now a third thrust into her mouth as delicate lips kissed hers. She lay there lost in the fantasy of the dinner party, one she surrendered to completely.

A finger thrust into her ass sent her over the edge. She pulled off the tie and opened her eyes to see three women, enough alike to be sisters. One feasting at her center, the other two at her breasts.

"Umm, hello?" Brianna said, her breasts and face flushing in sudden embarrassment.

The three giggled and pulling her arms pulled her out into a great room covered in fabric and people.

Kallie saw her enter, "Ah good, just in time. Step up here, we need to get you measured for your new clothes."

A grandmotherly woman who looked 90 easily draped strips of cloth around her, pinning the ends then moving to another place.

Brianna looked over to Kallista, "Umm, who..."

"Ah! Pardon my terrible manners. The lovely lady there with the mouth full of pins is Marisa Raptis, these three are her daughters, Nera, Felicia and Marie. The three with you were Emma, Alicia and Marie, who along with Yana, Jean and Lettie are her granddaughters. They have been making my clothes for 40 generations."

At which point Marisa looked over at an infant carrier and fondly said, "43" in a deep eastern European accent.

"See, forever!" Kallista exclaimed spreading her arms wide.

"Now they will be doing a full wardrobe for you. Formal gowns, club wear, fetish wear, especially a suit of leather straps and titanium rings and a blindfold and a gag... anyways lots of items."

Marisa spoke up, "Make note of that." She said pointing to one of the granddaughters.

Kallista looked flustered as she continued, "They will be doing underwear, sleep wear if you use it, swimwear, and warm and cold weather gear. Shoes, boots for hiking, sandals for the beach, heels from low to extreme. They will have your complete measurements so any additions can be made as needed."

Brianna looked at Kallista, "You really like taking care of people don't you?"

"Maybe" came a shy reply.

"For a Demon-souled you aren't very Demonic, that's for sure. Half the angels I know, err knew, had you beat for being evil. Yet I chose to attack you like a fool." Tears sprang up, "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Ah pet, I forgave you ages ago. Or was that two days ago..."

They curled up together kissing, never even noticing as the Raptis clan quietly packed and left. Owing their families fortunes to this immortal woman and an agreement with a distant ancestor.

Later when the twins came home they found the two asleep on the sofa curled around each other. Sharing a silent look they both smiled.

Only four days later the first boxes arrived. Panties in a multitude of styles, full, thong, and G-string. Bras of lace and silk that accented more than supported, ones of boning and padding to lift and emphasize, ones in half and demi cups. Corsets and bustier, some buckled and some laced, all tight. A half dozen dresses for club wear, two very formal gowns, three casual dresses. Only four pairs of shoes so far, Flats, Sandals, a black 10cm heel and a silver 7cm.

Kallista pulled her aside. "Now that you have appropriate clothing you can return to work if you want. I have a city and you a club to run, both have been ignored recently. I... I would like it if you stayed here, you could have the second bedroom, for your cloths and things. I would like it if you slept with me, if you want..."

Brianna laughed, "You are so cute when you are all shy. Of course I will stay, I'm getting used to the place. I rather like the scenery too." She said pulling Kallie into a hug. Kallie... damn a pet name already? Brianna felt herself melting into the hug.

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Brianna was mobbed as she walked in the door. Her Manager Christine led the rush.

"Brie! Are you ok?" then looking at her in the short, backless dress, "Did she dress you like this?"

"Guys! No, I am fine. She isn't forcing me to do anything, she has been amazingly nice." Then looking at her dress and the black heels, "I found I like to dress like this, I found out a lot of things..."

"You were a bit of a prude before, now you are simply, err, hot. Wait, are those nipple piercings?" Seeing them through the dress front.

"I was a prude because I was an Angel."

"You're an Angel? And did she pierce your Hoo-ha as well?"

"Was an Angel, Was... err... Yes"

"Girl! We can get you to party down! I have some guys you will love to meet."

"Umm, Chrissie, that's another thing I learned, no guys. Okay?"

"Hmm, there are some girls I know you might..."

Brianna laughed and stuck out her tongue at Chrissie. Then as she turned away heading to her office.

"Oh My God! Your tongue too?"

Oops, she had forgotten about that one.

She arrived home that night after the club closed and crawled in next to Kallista. Waking the next morning she was alone in bed. She heard outrageous laughter from the living room.

"Hey baby, what's so funny." She asked still not fully awake.

"Oh, just some new things I like a lot, you might not quite as much."

"Oh no... the fetish wear you requested?"

"Umm Hmm." She held up a collection of black leather ribbons.

"Oh my." Brianna felt a pit open in her stomach and a curious flutter in her vagina.

Standing there the straps held her tightly. Large rings pressed tightly at the base of her breasts, then straps led up to the small rings that locked to her nipple pierces. Large dildos vibrated in her vagina and ass were locked to a wide strap that ran between her legs. A rod penetrated past her teeth and was held in place by a hood that covered her eyes, ears and mouth, sealing away sight and sound. Kallista attached a leash and pushed her on to all fours and took her for a walk. Her skin grew hypersensitive, a caress, brushed by fur, two rough and coarse hands at her nipples had her coming explosively. A sudden swipe of a tongue, pressing on the vibrators held tight inside her, set her off again. An hour and a dozen orgasms later they were back at the suite.

Peeling her out of the getup, she lay in Kallie's lap naked.

"Where did you take me?"

"Do you really want to know?" Then she hit play on the remote. Brianna watched in awe as she was taken to a dog run and left there. What she had thought were coarse hands were instead dog tongues. All the brushes, caresses, licks were the dogs there.

"Wow..."

"Wow indeed. By the way. You'll love your work outfit tonight.

Brianna walked in strapped into shoes with a 12cm heel, skintight leather low riders, and a corset laced tight. The cups allowed her aureoles to peek out and hide as she walked. She hoped Chrissie didn't...

"My god girl, you are walking sex on a stick. Was I really seeing your nipples play peek-a-boo as you walked in? And those shoes, Mmm, tasty."

Every night there was a new exposition, some new way for Kallie to show Brie off.

Then, after they had been together a few months, Brie showed for work one night in a baggy floor length robe. "Chrissie, can you come up to my office please?"

"I'm not in trouble am I?"

"That depends, are you into girls in a sexual way?"

"Me? Not at all."

"Damn... Who on duty is into girls that you trust?"

"Brie, what is the problem?"

"I filled out a list of fantasies a few months ago. Now whenever I lose a bet, I get to live one of them."

"Isn't that a good thing? To live out your fantasies?"

"Not the ones I wrote down. Some of them are, weird."

"What is this one?"

"48 hours as a lesbian sex slave. No limits."

She let the robe fall open showing her wearing only chains and manacles.

"Damn! I trust Ana, but she has a wife and a son. The only other one would be Sarah, people like her, she is into girls, and she seems trustworthy."

Two days later Brianna texted in sick for the next week to Chrissie.

Kallista got home just after midnight to find every light on and Brie huddled on the couch. "Brie pet, what's wrong?"

Brie turned and with tears pouring down she screamed. "No pet! Never call me pet again! Never!"

"Oh my dear, what happened?"

"She looked safe, people liked her, I thought she was safe. She wasn't safe, not safe at all."

"Do I need to go kill her?" Kallie said trying to lighten the mood.

"Would you? Please?"

"You are serious aren't you?"

"She never took the chains off. She took me to Frat party the first night, $5 a fuck she sold me to them. By dawn I had made $500. Then all day it was construction sites and truck stops. Last night it was a different Frat party, they... they brought, she had them bring their dogs. Then all day today at a dog farm. She almost didn't bring me back home. Get these chains off me please!!"

As Kallista unfastened the chains she saw Brie's back and sides, covered in claw marks. A dark rage filled her that she carefully hid from Brie.

Kallista waited in the lot as the workers left.

"Hello Sarah. Do you know who I am?"

"Oh Yes! You control the city."

"You know Brianna right?"

"Yeah, after this last weekend the entire city knew her." She sneered.

"When you betrayed her trust last weekend did you know she was my girlfriend?"

"Betrayed? I did no such thing. She said no limits."

"No limits as a Lesbian, you do know what that is right? What part of being a Lesbian involves Frat parties and Dog farms? Care to answer me that? You're not even in to girls are you?"

"It kept those weird guys away. Lesbo's are weird anyways I heard they get their dick from dogs so gave her that."

"You are pathetic. Take her away. She had better still be screaming in 20 years." Four Devils stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her.

"She will still be screaming in 200."

Soon curls of Sulfur and Ozone were the only traces that Sarah had ever existed.

She hated being in debt, and owing Devils a favor was troublesome, but some things were worth it.

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Kallista took Brie and over the next weeks, carefully binding her, she showed her that when bound she had total trust in her Mistress, and how none of the horrors that happened were her choice, but solely at the feet of the Mistress. Permanent or Temporary. She ritualistically purged and cleansed, burning any similar option off the list of dares. Brianna then felt as Kallista removed her soul binding completely. Feeling her freedom for almost an hour, she crawled to Kallista and offered her a physical collar and leash. "Mistress, please take me back. Make me yours completely, now and forever."

"You could just turn and leave, with enough penance you might even return to being an Angel and in the future defeat me?"

"Please? I could never fight you again. I would fight anyone that threatened you. Please I need to be part of you again, I need to feel you in me."

Once again Kallista extracted Brianna's soul. This time while she was still conscious and aware. Looking into her adoring eyes Kallista took a freely offered feast of Brianna's soul, returning part of her own. Then she guided Brianna into saying the binding word herself, leaving not the threads of before, but unbreakable chains.

Then taking out memory stick, "Amazing, technology has even infiltrated hell." Then the two watched as Sarah cried and begged for mercy. Kallista held Brie as the once Angel chewed her nails and smiled at the tortures on the screen. Watching Brianna's nipples harden as the whip went to work, Kallista took note.

Kallista spoke quietly. "She is not dead, not a soul facing eternal torment." Hugging Brie closer, "She is a living human in Hell. The first thing they did was place four curses on her. She will live forever, but only in hell. She will heal any wound in hours. She doesn't need to eat, but no matter what she does eat will leave her forever hungry. So even when at rest she will be in torment. The final curse is the cruelest, she can never get used to the torture, it will always feel as fresh as the first time. No one can harm what is mine, and you are eternally mine, Pet!"

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Brianna arrived at work the next day to find no one remembered Sarah, she had been erased completely.

Feeling oddly better her steps lightened and she wandered the floor for hours connecting to what people liked and wanted. Relaxing more as the night went by.

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Brianna woke the following Saturday at 1pm and the maids hustled her out. "You have an appointment with the stylist, it's all taken care of." As her hair was carefully shaped and styled, four assistants went over her entire body with high power laser flashes leaving her entire body smooth, not even the finest down remained. Nails were done in an almost florescent Red, lips painted in shocking pinks.

Hours later, her light blonde hair even lighter. They locked a mask over her eyes and nose, ear pieces in her ears repeated Kallista's voice, 'Submit pet, do not resist.', 'relax, let it all happen', 'they will just love you', and similar repeated in a loop. As they approached the car they locked a ball gag in place with a small hole that was all she had to breath though.

Arriving someplace her robe was removed in the car and she felt grass on her feet then was led up four steps and into some space she couldn't sense at all. Four sets of hands rubbed oil into her body, then pulled her on to a platform. Straps tied her mask down to the platform. Her arms were curled out away from her body and locked at elbow and wrist. Her feet locked sole to sole, knees spread wide and her hips angled up. She felt something pressed into her and then something icy forced into her. Time after time the intruder returned until she was spread wide and packed full of the icy compound. Hot tureens were place in each circled arm. Something hot placed piled between her breasts. More ice was spread across her flat stomach. Hours passed as things played at the entrance of her vagina, occasionally hands pressed on her bulging belly to squeeze the now warmed ice out of her. Time after time they injected more ice into her, piled more heat at her breasts, spread ice across her body. She started coming in the second hour and never really stopped until they carried her unconscious to a car.

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Looking at the Demon she loved, Brianna smiled as Kallista woke.

"Hey Love. Sorry I didn't make it home last night until late. Did you have fun at the stylist?"

Shock settled into Brianna as she suddenly wondered what had happened last night?

Anna and Cara insisted they had been off duty after dropping her off. How did she get home and in bed?

Finding herself still oozing red she smelled and then tasted, cocktail sauce with horseradish, only then did she remember Kallista's voice on the headphones she had stopped hearing early in the evening and knew that they knew of the shrimp cocktail she had been. She smiled and began a thorough bath.

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A few days later Brianna was relaxing in the tub with the jets on when Anna and Cara wheeled in a huge flat screen TV on a wheeled cart. They were watched by a naked Kallista as they plugged in the TV then stripped. All three climbed in and joined Brianna. Kallista slid in behind her, the others on either side. Kallista leaned over and kissed her ear as she said, "Watch carefully." Then pressed play.

Kallista saw herself standing nude on a public street wearing only the mask and ball gag, traffic passing by. Then four people she didn't know led her across a grass yard stopping on the front porch where they stopped and began oiling her down. The camera panned out and caught a crowd stopped on the sidewalk, several holding up phones, a few actual cameras. Nearly 20 minutes they oiled her until she glowed, occasionally one of the bystanders would be pulled up and take a turn rubbing the oil in. Men and women, even a few teens, took their turns. Then she was led inside. The house was full of people, city politicians, local celebrities, even a few national names. The one thing clearly not there, was Kallista. Brianna watched as she was fastened to the table. When the huge turkey baster full off cocktail sauce appeared, time and again filling her until she bulged. The hot breadsticks explained the heat, as did the peel and eat shrimp in ice that covered her stomach. After a while it was obvious she was coming from the breadsticks and shrimp. The video sped up as hour after hour she was bucking and writhing. Finally collapsing after a particularly ferocious orgasm. Another two hours they pawed and played with her, fingers thrusting within, breadsticks one and two at a time. Only stopping when all the food was gone. As they unbuckled her body, and went to carry her out the camera panned by a mirror on the wall and she saw that Kallista was the camerawoman.

"You!" Brie turned and thwacked Kallista's arm.

"Surprise! And Happy Almost Birthday!"

"What are you talking about?"

"That night was five years to the day, since you came to Earth. Congratulations! You are five years old!" Then burying her face in Brianna's neck, Kallista held her tight.

"So that was my birthday party? Err... Almost Birthday."

"Umm Hmm" As Kallista pulled her head back and looked at the huge hickey she had left. "There! Now you are ready for work tonight. Like your gift?"

"The night? Oh yes! The hickey, not so much."

That night Brianna arrived at work in an outfit that was extreme even for a demon's choice. A box of fetish clothing had arrived from the sisters and Brie was in the first. A stripper's tear-away outfit. White spiked heels and tattered knee high stockings a skirt of semi-transparent white lace cut so short from the front you could see her beaded G-string peeking out, the hem rose to waist height in back that left her apparently naked butt on display. Above the skirt an under-bust corset that left her lower back covered only by the laces that crossed the several inches of open flesh between them. A wide leather harness tied around her breasts left them free and exposed in cutout rings, and her shoulders bare. Tattered white wings attached to the harness behind, while attached to the front a thin suede panel hung over her breasts leaving the lower slopes and sides exposed, always threatening to expose more as she moved, her breasts bouncing. A black hickey on the pale flesh of her neck as her hair was held pulled back by a band pressed over her head holding a halo bent askew. Kallista had taken a third bite of her soul just before pushing her out the door to work, leaving her desperately horny, half her soul now replaced.

Brianna arrived home after club close that Friday evening, holding an armful of her costume, wearing only her heels, stockings and G-string. Her lips bruised and swollen, her breasts covered in smeared lipstick and darkening hickeys. Her thighs covered in her pungent juices escaping from under her beaded panel. Streaks in the juices showed where fingers had smeared them across her thighs, belly and butt.

Key misplaced she had to knock. Kallista looked at the vision before her, beautiful as always, but she had never seen the lusting look anywhere near as intense.

Brianna looked up at the tall demon wonderingly, adoration in her expression, "I can orgasm from having my nipples sucked!" Acting tipsy, almost drunk.

"Can you now? Let's investigate that shall we? Just how many times did those nasty lips send you into ecstasy?" And closed the door behind her. Faintly heard through the door came, "I think a hundred!"

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Each Friday it became tradition that Kallista sent her off in an outfit she would return holding. A Schoolgirl with her exposed butt spanked black and blue. A Nurse with a locked on harness that held thermometer shaped dildos buzzing loudly in her pussy and ass. A Harem girl outfit was a real hit as she arrived wearing only seven transparent scarves, between her tiara and her heels. Each Friday a new perversion, a new titillation.

Over the past year the club had quietly transitioned to essentially women only. No rules said so, no signs declared it, but the only males welcomed there were those on the staff. Often she and others would appear barely dressed to start the night, and by the end of the night, not at all.

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On their second anniversary together Kallista and Brianna were lying replete, Anna and Cara asleep bracketing them. Kallista stroked Brianna's face and with a kiss to her cheek, "Mmm, what a treasure you are. Exhausting two Succubi Cambion, even I wouldn't have thought of some of those tricks, you must have had interesting teachers."

"Just you Love, before you I had the most horribly prudish attitudes. What about you? Did you have interesting teachers?"

A brief look of discomfort passed over Kallista's face. Then a serious look passed over Kallista's face, her voice deepened and took on a rhythmic cadence. "Four thousand, three hundred and twenty-two years ago, as the spring storms washed over the Isle of Naxos, a third daughter was born to a scribe and scholar there. The eldest daughter had a well-appointed dowry of coin and treasure. The next as dower had the shop and home to gift her husband, the third daughter was spare. Years later, no more children had come and the eldest married a traveling merchant and sailed off to lands unknown. The second married the Father's apprentice to continue the business. The youngest was sold to the temple and served a Lustrum there as prostitute and Holy Virgin. Then on the shortest day of the year, a day where the sun never broke through ominous black clouds that hung barely above the spire of the temple. That day a Beast came in a form most hideous, Raius, with the Head of a bull with flaming eyes, great black wings like to those of a Vulture, shaggy fur covered arms and shoulders held a lightning sparking trident and shield from which a demon face roared and bit. That dire day all the priests died and the temple was thrown down. Only the four Holy Virgins were taken alive. Two died of his attentions that first dark day. A third lasted a week. Only the spare daughter survived his attentions. Binding her with threads of slavery and ownership Raius took a year eating her soul as he used her as a toy and puppet, eager for his least whim. Over the next decades she was his high priestess, slaughtering entire villages to feed his hunger. He grew careless and as the first century passed the threads wore and frayed, until the night as he slumbered they broke and she ate all of his foul soul. She has spent endless years trying to bring order to chaos as penance, feeding her nature only as she must."

"Oh, Love..." This time it was Brianna that held and comforted. "You are not evil; you show that every day. If you were evil, I wouldn't do this... Kalista of Naxos! Please take the second last bite of my soul, freely offered."

"Do you understand what this will allow?"

"Yes you have never hidden it."

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Then taking the next portion Kallista now could feel Brianna's body, and felt how with will and time it would respond to Kallista's desires and change the same as she could mold her own.

With a smile to her voice she spoke to the suddenly wet and excited again girl, tugging a nipple lightly, "So what do you think, make these big as basketballs, or take them away entirely and give you a mighty cock like an Incubus? Hmm?"

Panting in incredible want and desire, "Whatever you want. Oh, anything you want Mistress, just fuck me, take me, ravage me, remake me as anything..." She stopped being able to speak coherently as fingers plunged into her and teeth started chewing lightly at a nipple. As Anna and Cara awoke they joined and for the next week Brianna was not allowed to rest or sleep, while eating or drinking, bathing or voiding, hands and lips were at her. Finally sleeping she awoke to a body no different in shape or colors, but vastly more sensitive. The breath of one of her lovers was more intense than a caress had been, standing on the balcony nude in the dawn sun the breeze off the distant ocean and the warmth of the sunlight were her lovers and she found herself trembling in orgasm from just their attention.

"Good Morning Love." Echoed through her head, triggering continued spasms. "Oh dear, I am so sorry, that was too much wasn't it?" Then as Kallista wrapped an arm around her she came with an intensity she could have never imagined before. Sending her into the dark, chased by a body still caught in orgasm though the mind had fled.

Kallista looked down at Brianna and removed her hand as she focused to undo some of the changes, "Oops, we'll have to be more careful. But this could be so fun..."

Some days without warning or knowledge some portion of her body awoke to intense sensation. One day just her left breast, as it bobbed braless. Another her butt as her skirt brushed over it. But then came the day of her right hand as she went into a day of meetings with vendors, each pump of a handshake rang through hardening nipples and a moistening cleft, never quite enough to send her over. She attacked Kallista that night as they arrived home, taking her in the front entryway with the doorman Roderick watching appreciatively.

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"Brianna? What do you say to a vacation? The club and city are quiet. I was thinking a month in the Caribbean. There is an island I own there, inherited from Timotheus you could say, I have never been there but it has three resorts and a city. There is an all ages Family resort, a 16+ only but tame one, and an adult clothing optional one. We need to inspect all three, but which would you like to base out of?"

"As if you needed to ask..." She said with a smile.

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The family resort was a delight. A water park, ocean and diving tours, even a small aquarium. The two women took every advantage of. Riding every ride, taking every tour they acted as children themselves in the days they spent there.

The 16+ was a pleasure to their eyes as the pools and beaches were topless, but allowing no public intimate contact. Two night clubs, one themed for the younger crowd pounded out dance beats all night. The other at the older crowd played a broad mix of classics from all eras at request. As pleasant as the sights were it was too tame for Brianna now and almost boring for Kallista, they only lasted two days. Considering many improvements, that they might make.

The largest was the final. Their suite overlooking the main pool, with the main beach and ocean just yards beyond it. The staff done up in sarongs and loose tops were the only ones fully covered. The visitors sprawled everywhere, only a few in speedo bottoms or cache-sexe. The ocean tour as crew on two small yachts, were grueling days, and nights that were little more than floating orgies.

The clubs had strict and tame dress codes until 2am when they went 21+ and went to dawn with few restrictions.

On the last day of their second week there they were lounging by the pool when Kallista bent and whispered in Brianna's ear. "Pick one, any one, and bring them home for us." The Kallista stood and walked off alone.

Brianna was at first panicked, she had never offered or approach first. Steeling herself she watched carefully, then standing walked to her choice.

Kallista, was wearing one of her short robes standing on the balcony as Brianna entered with a gorgeous dark chocolate island girl on her arm. Wearing the uniform of a staff member, massive breasts barely contained in her top. Stopping to kiss her just inside the door, Brianna peeled the top off. Taking the thick almost black nipple in her lips, Brianna's hands slid down to undo the sarong and leaving it a puddle on the floor. Tangled curls parted to her fingers as Brianna's hand slid down to find her barely moist yet.

Kallista came up behind the girl and reaching around cupped both breasts as she tongued her ear and kissed the girl's neck. Brianna lifted her head from her feast, "Kallista, this is Kimona. Isn't she luscious?"

Hours later they lay on either side of the sleeping girl. "Now Brianna, focus, reach out, just like you do when you see auras. Now, look deep into her, deep inside, past the colors of the aura, deeper beyond the memories and thoughts. Yes... like that... See that pale blue cloud? That is a mortal soul. Pull on it gently, Gently! Shh, calm yourself. Now, just a little bit more. Yes, like that. Hold it there, see the thin streamers running back into her? You want those to remain or she will become a soulless slave or die. So keep the them in contact as you pull on a little chunk. More than that, yes, yes like that. Now pull that free and release the rest to return to her. Pull that chunk inside you and into your soul. Perfect. Now release it." Brianna felt a surge of energy shoot through her, more awake, more aware, the least color more vibrant. She could suddenly understand the temptation to feast fully that some got lost in.

"Now here is how we weave the threads that will remove her memory. We wouldn't need to with her, but you never want any to suspect. So when you feed it is best that your prey remembers only a pleasant night with no specifics, as well it leaves a marker so that those that look will she has fed someone recently and is off limits until healed. I demand a year and a day between feedings, but they should regenerate in as little as a month. Tomorrow we practice again..."

Each night a new conquest. A young British girl barely legal at the resort, a 43-year-old mother leaving her husband and sons alone for the night, a college freshman that proved to be a virgin they left her memories intact as Brianna left her to pass out with her hand inside her. That one she would seek out again.

The morning of their last full day Brianna opened her sight as she stood naked before three facing mirrors. The silver remained, if anything brighter, the blue gone to a vibrant purple, the white now charcoal and obsidian. Her aura roiled larger and more active than she had ever seen. Ribbons of the silver led off to Kallista, Anna, Cara and amazingly a certain college freshman, Leigh. Looking out along the thread she could see Leigh as she fingered herself while dreaming of Brianna and Kallista. New York wasn't that far from Charleston, maybe they could visit.

Coming to a decision she did herself up in her finest dress she had with her, styled her hair and perfumed and oiled her skin. Seeing perfection, she went to greet Kallista at the poolside.

Kallista was stretched out naked on a lounge in the full tropical sun.

Dropping to her knees then abasing herself.

"Mistress? It is time. Please complete me and bring to my destiny, to remain at your side for eternity. Remove this last taint of the Divine and let me flower for you and only you as a pure demon-souled."

Without a word Kallista stood and taking her hand led her out to a secluded path that led out on a rocky promontory. As they set foot on the path out, a Glorious figure of Light and Flame appeared, holding a flaming sword out before it cradled in both palms. Brianna recognized the sword as hers, or what had once been hers.

"Daughter! Don't do this! Even now it isn't too late, this could once again be yours. You could once again sing in the Hosts. Come, it may take a thousand years, but you can be pure again."

Looking at the Archangel who had rejected her at the first party, but who held a possible path, she almost stepped to him. Looking over at Kallista she saw the heat and passion she had waiting her there. Looking at the Archangel she was in awe of the strength and purity she saw there, but also aware of the calm sterility of the perfect but passionless love.

She took one step towards the Archangel and gave a bow, bringing a brilliant smile to the Archangels lips, "Thank you for this chance to return. But I have found my happiness here, not in the purity of perfect order, but neither in the chaos of evil. This love, no, Love for her is as great to me as what bound me in the Hosts. So as great as the chance is I must refuse. I will miss some portions of it dearly, but my life didn't really fully begin until Kallista found me."

Then stepping back, she turned and kissed the smiling Demon that was her life, her love, her future. Linking arms, she turned back, but the Archangel was gone. Giving a sigh, "You make me so happy." Brianna tugged and now leading, pulled Kallista out to the very tip, high over the rolling waves, with a cloudless sky above, she gave herself to eternity, love and choice.

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