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Sunlit Factories (Jess and Max)

Lissa kept on rubbing herself against Ophelia's knee. Her legs were tensed as she straddled the woman, she bit her lip when she saw that her customer was giving in the pleasure. She was worried that it would be one of those sessions, where she is trying her hardest against an emotionless client. But this lady seemed fun if she did not have her clipboard with her.

When Ophelia finished unbuttoning her skirt Lissa smiled. – "May I help you please?" – She asked, putting all her desire into her voice. Most people thought that courtesans pretended or lied, but that was not true, at least not for good ones. Good courtesans had it in them, and they could channel it. It was of course easier to channel it at some people than others. At the moment, she has a very appealing target. Lissa slowly slid from Ophelia's knee, leaving a generous amount of moisture on her stocking and kneeled before her. – "Lift a little please." – Lissa asked and pulled Ophelia's skirt, around her ankles. She licked her lips and looked at Lars. – "I'll get her juicy cunt first." – Lissa said, and Lars grumbled.

"I do all the work, and you get the best part." – Lars said as he leaned around Ophelia's torso and pushed her bralette, exposing her nipples he proceeded to lick them right when Lissa pushed Ophelia's legs apart and plunged with her wet, soft tongue against Ophelia's thin lacy panties. The first few licks were intense but through the fabric, but who was she fooling? Lissa pushed the panties away and pressed her tongue against her slit.
 
Ophelia's eyes opened, and her pupils expanded when she felt Lissa's wet, warm, and soft tongue press against her lower lips. She could not believe that she was going with it, but she was going to do it. Because she liked it because this was her job because she liked it. Just don't look at Athena. – Ophelia reminded herself. She was pretty sure that she would fall from the floor and straight to hell if she saw Athena's face. Ophelia finally found what to do with her hands, she grabbed Lissa's hair and pressed her head against her crotch. – I pressed her face against my cunt – corners of Ophelia's mouth moved up in a smile, as she had the dirty thought. Soon she felt her hips and thighs tense. She was moving them against Lissa's face, rubbing her sex against her oh-so-eager mouth.

As she moved she felt Lars tug on her nipples a little harder. Her movement must have added to it. Soon though he released one of her nipples and she sensed some shuffling.

He still held her breast with his right hand, he squeezed it, but now she could sense his cock near her cheek on the other side. – Shit, am I going to suck cock of my boss? – She thought, and felt even more lust, she squeezed Lissa's hair harder. – "Oh, sorry Lissa, did not mean to go that hard." – The girl mumbled something approvingly or just acknowledging, but she was obviously too busy with her tongue being deep in Ophelia.

Athena is only 33% less than a half. – Thought occurred to Ophelia. There were three people in the room apart from herself…and Athena was only the third. This piece of mental gymnastics helped, though there was another thought, that made Ophelia open her mouth and pull her tongue and reach for the shaft. And the thought was – I'm very good at felatios, I wonder if I can impress a professional.

Ophelia's tongue pressed against Lars' cock, she pulled it back in, to wet it, pulled it out again and moved it from the middle to the shaft. She flicked her tongue across the balls and took one in her mouth for a short time before releasing it, closing her mouth to fill it with saliva again and "hug" the shaft of the cock with her lips as she moved back up, towards the head.
 
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Lars held his cock with a hand and pulled back the foreskin, giving Ophelia full access to his head. He stood a little awkward with his other hand playing with Ophelia's breast and engorged nipple. He could not resist doing what Ophelia avoided so far, and looked at Athena, he smiled politely, which only added to the entire situation, but Athena smiled back and nodded.

Lissa meanwhile alternated, switching her attention between licking and sucking on Ophelia's clit and simply giving it all in and lapping her tongue across her lower lips and slit. She was hoping that Miss Ophelia was a squirter. She smiled inside and looked up at Ophelia. Her friend, Lars, was feeding her his gorgeous member. The very cock she herself was biting, licking, and sucking the day before.

"Do you want to ride my face Miss Ophelia?" – Lissa asked, she pulled off her gorgeous pussy for a moment. – "Do you want to ride your juicy cunt and ass against my face while Lars is fucking your mouth?" – She dived back into Ophelia's clit, not waiting for an answer, knowing what the answer will be…and knowing that she does not need to hear it.

Lars meanwhile chuckled, he was in no hurry, as he moved a little back giving Ophelia's mouth full access to his shaft and the head. – "Feel free to smother her dirty mouth, if she is talking too much." – He said, and winked at Lissa, who licking Ophelia with added eagerness.
 
Ophelia was not sure what to say if she needed to say anything. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this was the most intense sexual experience in her life, and in front of her employer. – She is a whore, I won't shock or surprise her by this. Maybe she'll give me pointers. – The last thought summoned a smile on Ophelia's face and she looked at Lyssa between her legs and dragged her face against her crotch with renewed passion.

"Can I smother her slutty face if she is silent?" – Ophelia asked and continued the journey of her tongue. This time she traced the rim of the flared head.

A few moments later she wrapped her lips around the head and looked up at the young courtesan. She smiled or at least tried to, while still keeping her mouth wrapped around his sensitive tip and started to suck. She held Lyssa's head with one hand and grabbed Lar's buttock with another. – "This is not very comfy?" – She finally said, having Lyssa below and Lars behind. It had its charm, and the fact that she had to contort, but as the "temperature" in the room increased, Ophelia wanted easier access. She grabbed Lyssa by the hair and let Lar's cock slip from her mouth. – "Stand there…please." – She told Lars and looked down at Ophelia, holding her by the hair Ophelia stood up and commanded her to lie on her back on the floor.

She quickly glanced at Athena but looked back at the couple before she could think too much about looking at her boss…and undressing in front of her boss. Ophelia unhooked her skirt and threw it on the sofa. She remained in her stockings and blouse and that's how she walked to Lyssa and lowered herself onto the young whore's face. – "Don't be gentle with me." – Ophelia said and looked up at Lars, and with that, she grabbed Lyssa's hair with both of her hands and started to gyrate her dripping wet pussy on top of Lyssa's lips.
 
"I won't." – Lars said, and wrapped Ophelia's lush hair against his palm.

"Don't go on easy on me too." – Lyssa said, her voice enthusiastic and melodic, she opened her mouth a little and stuck out her tongue awaiting Ophelia's pussy.

Lar took Ophelia's head into his hands, he loved it when the girl did not use her hands, and in this case, there was an added bonus of Ophelia using her hands on Lyssa. Lars navigated and pressed the tip of his cock against Ophelia's lips and started to slowly rub it. Just the tip. – "Pull your tongue out please…now." – Lars said and waited for Ophelia to do so.

Lyssa pulled her tongue out too, and she started to lick whichever part Ophelia presented her. She licked and sucked her clit, the hood, her lower lips, the sensitive skin below, and when she could she slathered her tongue across Ophelia's perky anus, and then back. She greedily licked the woman's juices as she licked and lapped her tongue across her crotch.

Lyssa looked up and could feel her pussy fill with her own juices gather. Lars was switching between roughly fucking Ophelia's mouth and slowly making her caress and tease the tip of his cock.

He would grip her head, and start pounding her mouth, moving his cock in and out, whipping his precum and her saliva together in her mouth. In turn, Ophelia would grab Lyssa's hair, and press her clit against her lips, and with a loud moan, she'd start gyrating it.

"I'm going to cum on your face." – Lyssa heard Lars say and pant. She felt a little sad, that this wild fuck would end. She hoped for another position change maybe, but she'd have time later. On the other hand, Lyssa could not hide the fact that she was a little too excited about the prospect to lick Lar's cum off Ophelia's face. This was her idea all along after all.
 
Ophelia slowly oscillated on Lyssa's face, her tongue, and her lips worked just perfectly, she enjoyed the way she relinquished control to Lars while having full control over Lyssa herself. She kept on moving her crotch against Lyssa's face, but each time, she would pause letting her hole and perineum linger over Lyssa's eager tongue.

Meanwhile up top, she with similar eagerness tried to work Lars' member. Every time the young man would pull out, or at least have the head of the cock anywhere near her tongue, she'd jump at the opportunity. Sucking, licking, and openly making out with it. She bobbed her head on his cock in unison to her bottom riding Lyssa.

It would be a drastic understatement to say that this was a first-of-a-kind experience, and she had to pace herself. The shyness and reluctance were replaced by occasional waves of greed, as she felt the need to move faster and try more. But in the end, she paced herself. Slowly bobbing her head, slowly riding her cunt against diligent Lyssa, and feeling the tension in Lars. Soon he pulled her head away and started jerking himself.

She pulled her tongue out, like she imagined a greedy slut would do, and awaited for Lars to shoot his load. Loads. She tightened the grip on Lyssa's hair, she caught herself on a thought that she wanted to look at coated in her own juices young girl's face, but she was busy at the moment waiting for her own load. She closed and then opened her eyes, deciding to accept the risk of getting his see in them in favour of having a first-row view of him cumming, and looked up, at his face, at his cock.

And then he started to cum, but she did not stop, her head slowly moved, powered by the motions of her hips.
 
Lars held Ophelia's head with one hand, he pushed her head away from his cock, oh how much he wished to keep it in, how much he wished to stay in the warmth of her lips and tongue and fill her up with his cum. But that was not the deal, and Lars was a professional, this was not about what he would prefer, this was about providing that impossible to get experience to Ophelia. Anyone can cum in her mouth. Only he and Lyssa could do what they were about to.

Lars proceeded to jerk his cock and soon he started to cum. His eyes closed, and the first load shoot from his cock, then second. He continued to tug on the skin, the orgasm washed over him, but he continued to cum. His knees felt weak, his cock sweetly-ached being overly sensitive after orgasm, but he continued, and then he opened his eyes and looked into Ophelia's eyes and at her face. At her cum covered face, at her tongue. She smiled, she did not cum…yet. And if Lars was a newbie courtesan he might have thought that he failed, but he was experienced, and again, this was not all about orgasms. It was about making sure client could get the experience they could never have with somebody who is not professional. Get it.

He stepped back, releasing Ophelia's head and Lissa slid from under her. Using her extasy and shock Lyssa moved behind Ophelia and took her by the hand. – "Miss Ophelia, please sit on the sofa." – Lyssa said, and guided her back on the sofa. Lyssa's smiled at Ophelia, and if she looked at her, she'd see that Lyssa's face glistened with Ophelia's juices.

Soon she straddled Ophelia, sat on her lap, and started to lap her face. Lyssa's soft, gentle tongue lapped across Ophelia's face, licking Lars' sperm off it. – "Do you want to taste it Miss Ophelia?" – Lyssa asked after some time, and without waiting for the answer, simply registering lack of protest, collected some of the cum on her tongue and pressed her lips against Ophelias in cum filled kiss.
 
Ophelia almost laughed when the thought – You might get fired for eating cum in front of your boss – occurred in her mind, though she was quite sure that the job was quite secure by now. She slowly slurped white, somewhat salty, and a little sweet liquid off Lyssa's lips and then finally found some courage to look directly at Athena. She licked her lips again and swallowed. There was no way to make this scene awkward for her, but the thought that she would avoid looking at Athena throughout the entire "meeting" was even scarier.

"I have very little to compare…" – She said, and licked her lips, her hands were fondling Lyssa's buttocks as she spoke. – "…professionally speaking I have very little to compare, but I believe that we have enough to make a decision." – Ophelia said, managing to hold up a smile until the last word when the corners of her lips and corners of her eyes cracked into a satisfied smile.

She turned her attention back to Lyssa and Lars and swallowed again. – "Mhm…thank you dears, this was the best interview I had for a long time…well, probably in my life. I will put a good word for you." – Ophelia said, and both Lyssa and Lars smiled, they stood up and nodded towards Athena in deference, and then smiled at Ophelia. "Thank you, this was a very enjoyable interview for us too, we will go and get pretty, in the changing room." – Lars said, while Lyssa collected Ophelia's clothes from the sofa and floor and offered to dress her up. – "Usually we would also offer a bath afterwards." – Lyssa teased her.

Ophelia was grateful for this gesture, if she was honest with herself, she was not sure how to get dressed in front of her boss and retain some dignity, and somehow having a beautiful courtesan do it, made it better.

Soon Lars and Lyssa left the room leaving Ophelia and Athena alone. – I would need to get a bath…or have somebody bathe me. – She thought as she collected her thoughts.

"I mean, I don't need to be a professional to know that this was amazing. Are they going to be performing in duet?" – Ophelia asked
 
Athena watched the trio, and noticed how Lyssa helped Ophelia, she wondered if that was something she always did, or because she read the room. Somebody empathetic was always a big asset in an establishment such as hers. She waited a little more and nodded agreeing with Ophelia.

"If you were working in a mine, you'd have to get dirty with coal or ores from time to time, there is no shame in admitting your…" – Athena paused to look for the word. – "…passion, arousal. You don't have to feel guilty for enjoying what we do here." – She said and sighed. – "And not all of it is enjoyable after all." – She added and stood up. – "They work together and separately." – She answered Ophelia's earlier question and walked towards the bookshelf where she kept a bottle of brandy and glasses behind fake books.

Soon she returned with two crystal glasses with brandy and handed one to Ophelia. – "To your initiation. To get your hands dirty." – Athena said, and two women clicked their glasses, and then with a more serious tone Athena added. – "I'm glad you can handle yourself, I'm glad I can consider you partner Ophelia. Future partner, but partner nevertheless, this business can be lonely." – She said, not mentioning the part where she would have additional responsibilities very very soon.

"I feel like I also need to introduce you to boring harlots, you know, just to make sure that you can differentiate." – Athena said, taking a sip from her glass and looking at Ophelia mischievously.

Chapter II
A couple of hours later removing the hood of her cloak before entering a suite in one of the inns near her parlor. She inhaled and knocked on the wooden door and entered once she heard a hushed voice.

"Hello Stella" – Athena said and hung the clock on the hook attached to the door, leaving the trinket that the demonologist gave her in the pocket of the cloak. Guilt pinched her, but she could not trust her friend yet, not until she knew the extent to which she was taken by the demon.

"I ordered us a dinner downstairs, it will arrive soon." – Athena said and approached the bed, she took her friend's hand, usually she would also plant a kiss on her cheek, lobe, or maybe even an eye, but right now she had to be careful. She lowered in front of the bed. – "Are you drinking enough? You don't look like you are recovering fast enough Stella."

"Thanks, mom." – Stella said and started coughing, which slowly turned into laughter.
 
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2 Years Ago – The Heist

Stavros gave up on trying to find a comfortable pose, he just wanted to find a pose that did not piss him off. He was standing in a damp and dark corridor, and there was no way to know what kind of dirt, piss, and disease he would find if he dared to sit on the ground. Next to him was Carl, he was the thief. Technically all of them were thieves, they were stealing scrolls and gems from the compound, but Carl was the proper thief, trained, with lockpicks, contacts in the Thieves Guild, leather hood, and all that fancy thief stuff.

I guess we are accidental thieves. He is thieves de jure, we are thieves de facto.

The two of them waited by the ancient stone door, waiting for the rest of the group to join them. Only he, Stavros knew exactly what they were after, he did tell them the truth though, there were riches and antiques behind the door, and they could have whatever they wanted, and could carry out – after he had his pick. And he knew exactly what he wanted to pick in that room.

He felt his heart race faster when the realisation that he would finally be able to get inside tonight dawned on him. And then he heard the sound of the wooden soles clicking against the stone floor, and for a moment it seemed like the sound of heart pounding in his ears synced with the sound of shoes.

"All good?" – Stavros asked when two women arrived. He could not help but pause his gaze on them, they were dressed for a very different occasion after all. – "Nice erh. You girls are cute." – He said, feeling like he needed to explain himself. He felt stupid.

He was researching this place for more than 12 years, he was about to do something that no more than 10 mortals achieved in the entire history, and he was blushing because he saw a couple of girls dressed as dancers and entertainers.
 
Stella walked through the tunnels with Aria, truth be told she hoped to be done before Aria to arrive first, but they finished with their missions within minutes of each other, and met at the entrance to the tunnels behind the wine cellar. This was the basement's basement's basements. The wine cellar was hidden behind the kitchen's basement. The entrance was behind the large cupboard. And entrance to this set of tunnels was behind the barrels in the cellar.

Two of them were tasked with stealing the keys, three keys to be exact. This was a relatively easy task, but a task that could happen only once in ten years. Today was the 50th anniversary of Lord Londo. The day when all his brothers and sisters gathered in the same place.

The alternative would be to steal the keys separately, but then – everyone would know where to wait for them…keys opened a specific door.

Another difficult aspect was clothing. Both Stella and Aria wore mostly nothing, to put it mildly. She was wearing pasties on top of her nipples, stockings with a belt, panties, and an extremely short see-through robe. She suspected that the reason behind the attire was not just to have a slutty party, but also to make sure that girls did not steal anything. This lead to the very problem they had, because they needed to steal and smuggle the keys.

Finding a place to hide the keys was a sort of engineering marvel. They were hidden in the back side of the hairpins that both of them wore.

Lord Londo apparently liked a good party, and truth be told, Stella saw some of the guys she would not mind staying with, but in the end, she loved getting paid more.

"We've heard hundreds of lewd and otherwise perverted compliments already Stavros." – Stella responded when they arrived. – "Let's just get over with it." – She said and pulled the keys from her hairpin and handed it to the man. Then she noticed Carl, whose gaze was leisurely traveling across her and Aria's bodies. At first, she wondered if there was anything smart to say to make him stop, and then she fought over an instinct to cover herself. She was professional, and she was doing her job, job just involved her being barely dressed.

In the end, she decided to ignore Carl and turned her attention back to Stavros. – "Do you need any help?" – She asked him.
 
Stavros shrugged. – "Sure." – He handed Stella a key and pointed to the keyhole. – "It does not say they have to be turned at the same time, but I guess it is a safe assumption to do so." – He said, and stopped for a moment. – "Thought don't force it, the door is ancient if you feel resistance stop, we can spray some oil inside." – Stavros said and met Stella's eyes. Truth be told, he'd rather do it alone, he was afraid to get closer to Stella or Aria. He had a pretty good idea of what they would find inside, but not sure-sure. Whatever…whomever they found though, it was likely that he would have to sacrifice somebody. Most likely Stella or Aria, whichever is more convenient.

With this in mind, he was trying to avoid closeness with his team, knowing that it would be goodbye soon. And if he was honest with himself – he was afraid that he would be too weak to make the sacrifice if he identified with either of the women.

There was also the matter of Carl, who might get very angry at him for not sharing his plans. But he will deal with that later. This one one opening Stavros had, and he was willing to take the risk. Risk his life, sacrifice another. And he will shower the survivors with gold in exchange. Would have been better to silence them too, but Stavros was a scholar, a man of science, a man of sophistication, as he loved to think of himself. He did not have the skills necessary to "silence" or friends he would trust to do such a deed, and not silence him.

"On my mark after three." – Stavros said and started to countdown. Both of his hands were on the keys. – "One, two, three, mark."

Stavros moved both wrists and slowly turned the keys in unison with Stella. Soon they heard sounds of mechanisms behind. – "Alright, locks disengaged. Now we have to turn this disk before opening the door." – Stavros spoke quickly, on the off chance Stella was going to open the door and proceeded to turn the disk. He felt a little uncomfortable, and a little aroused at the same time, being so close to an almost naked gorgeous woman…and so close to the target of his desires.

"Alright, let's open this…" – He tried to find a word representing the gravitas, but could not, he felt his fingers tremble in anticipation. – "Does not matter." – He simply said and pulled the door.

Behind the door was the room, it was round, with shelves and writing desks surrounding a white glimmering half-sphere in the middle. The sphere was around ten feet in diameter.

"The books are antiques and quite valuable. Also, there must be gems, quicksilver, and even some gold in the drawers." – Stavros said, and then pointed at the sealing. There were dozens of crossbows attached, but they all pointed away from the door. – "The disk rotated the crossbows." – He told Stella, having the urge to sound smart in front of the gorgeous woman. – "Those who don't turn the disk, get bolted." – He said and nodded, slowly stepping towards the half sphere.

"And the big ball is all yours I guess?" – Aria asked the rhetorical question, entering the room.
 
Stella entered the room after Stavros, sensing that Carl was not too far behind her. She felt an urge to comment along the lines of Like what you see there? But suppressed the urge. She knew, that she felt this way because she felt at a disadvantage due to the way she was dressed. And somebody like Carl would see right through her, and the most important part of the job was about to happen – the splitting of the treasures. She would need to keep her composure and her face unreadable, in case she needed to get something of extreme value. Days of preparations, ours of humiliation in a silly costume, she was not planning on jeopardizing it. She glanced at Aria and figured that the other girl was probably doing a similar calculation.

Maximum one more hour, and the change of clothes waiting for me right outside, when I leave the tunnels.

She told herself, remembering the clothes she and Aria hid a night before. It will be nice to wear something warm.

The second mental annoyance she faced was the fucking sphere. It was weird like it was made out of dim light. Solid dim light. It did not look like any material and seemed to have a source of light of its own, not reflecting anything too. She was quite sure if she was to shine the lighthouse beam at it – it would just absorb it, and output its own boring dimmed light. Also, it was huge. She knew that Stavros would have "his thing." – He told them from the very beginning, that he just needed one thing, and they could have anything else. He also deposited 9,999 franks into the account as a deposit, in case there was nothing to be found. But basic human assessment is that Stavros was getting motherfuckingly huge things, and they were getting one small thing that did play.

All the mental biases you discover about yourself, Stella. – She said to herself and opened one of the drawers. – "This desk is mine, I'll be collecting items on it."

"Catch" – Carl said, and threw her a leather messenger bag that he was carrying for her and Aria.
 
His three accomplices moved quickly towards different desks, it seemed as if they had an innate agreement on how to divide the room and work it. Stavros felt both special and being left out. His team had seemingly forgotten about him, and on top of it, no one asked what was special about the sphere. Not even Aria. At the same time, he felt superior. They wanted their loot to sell it for coin, getting only a fraction of what the merchandise costed. While he was getting everything. They would stay in this meat grinder of a city. They will continue living like hamsters in a wheel. Struggling to find work, struggling to survive, and eventually dying alone.

He will have it all! He will escape this existential trap that humanity was placed in.

He pulled out his travel, leatherbound notebooks. He was not sure about the exact parameters of the meeting. He knew that the demon would be somehow restrained, but did not know how exactly. And he knew that there would be a demon, but not a specific kind. Truth is, there was a chance that the demon would not be able to help him. Most would, but if it was a minor demon, well, it might not know the piece of knowledge he needed.

Maybe that's better. No one would need to be sacrificed today then, but you will be able to learn something anyway. And maybe learn enough to achieve your goals without human sacrifice?

He had a thought, a moment of weakness. Exactly what he was afraid of. He feared that at the moment when he would need to sacrifice one life, he would need to do what needed to be done!

It will take only one life. It is already a miniscule price for enormous gains for millions. – Stavros reminded himself as he started going through his travel notebooks. There were three in total, and every bit of information was copied into them.

"Alright." – He finally said and fished a pouch with diamond dust. He started reading incantation accompanied by the soundtrack of three thieves shuffling through antique books and throwing the dust against the barrier.

It did nothing for a few seconds but then started to pulse, slowly gaining the amplitude and then almost disappearing. Something was still there, like a glass dome, but again not physical, not from any matter. It refracted the light, it split the light into dimmed rainbows. But what was inside took all the attention in the room.

"It is a fucking demon." – Aria exclaimed. She stood with her feet apart, pointing at the horned creature with tentacles and hoofs in the middle of the dome. The shuffling of papers stopped, and the room grew silent.
 
Stella had no interest in demonology, she had no interest in being an artificial, alchemist, or necromancer. But somehow, somehow the fact that Stavros the fucking arsehole found a demon did not surprise her. Of course, he would be after a demon. Motherfucking perverts who are not into money are always after some dangerous twats. She never encountered a demon in her life, she was quite happy about this fact. In fact, she did not even know anyone who encountered a demon, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Unfortunately, this was no longer an achievable target. She knew three people who encountered demons, and she was looking at one herself.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, you mother fucking twat." – Stella said, and noticed that Carl ripped one of the drawers from the desk. She was pretty sure he was going to use it to bash Stavros' head, and in a moment she decided that it was not a bad plan. She turned around, dashing her eyes towards Aria, just to make sure she was not doing anything crazy, pressed her foot against the desk, and pulled on the drawer.

She glanced at the surface of the desk but there was nothing that could be used as a weapon. A few feathers, but nothing like a letter knife or even a metal pen. Drawer it is. She emptied it out on the floor and walked towards Stavros. Both of them, Carl and Stella were approaching the fool from either side of the not-glass dome. Truth be told, she would prefer the old fart to run away, loot be damned, it was time to escape.

But then something in the room changed. The dome collapsed and Stavros started speaking to Demon, for a moment all three of them, Stella, Carl, and Demon went in the direction of Stavros.

But Carl threw his improvised weapon towards the demon and changed his tactic, he was about to dash out of the room, but one of the tentacles grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him into the circle that used to be a dome. Stella did not have time to think rationally. She knew that she could do nothing about the demon, and saw what happened to those who tried to make a run. She simply threw her drawer at Stavros, hitting him in the head. But the old bastard said something and pointed at her.

Tentacle time. Stella realized and felt something wrap around her bare ankle she collected herself, getting ready to be thrown on the floor. Somewhere in the background, Aria shrieked.

I should be the one screaming, or maybe Carl. – Stella thought calmly.
 
"What's in the drawers?" – Stavros mumbled, the whole situation was getting out of hand very fast. – "Don't attack it." – Stavros shouted at Carl, but it was too late, the demon grabbed him by the ankles and dragged him until he could stomp on his back. Stavros hoped that Carl would die quickly, but it was impossible to know. Stavros realised that his entire plan could go to fucking hell because he would run out of people to sacrifice to demons. Only one soul was supposed to be sacrificed. He looked at Aria who pushed herself into the wall, right behind the demon and then turned towards Stella.

Who threw a drawer at him. – Drawers are weapons. – Thought blinked across Stavros' mind, as a wooden drawer flew towards him.

Then the world went dark, and appeared again, maybe a moment later, maybe an hour later, maybe a day later. But Stella did not reach him yet, and she seemed to be alive. He shouted the phrase that he studied before. The phrase in the language the demon would understand. Not demonic language, they did not need language to communicate. – "I present you with the sacrifice." – Stavros shouted and realized that Demon was moving towards him. He was interrupted by killing Carl, but now he was moving towards him and stopped.

The next moment the demon grabbed Stella and threw her on the stone floor. She was mere feet away from reaching him and probably finishing him. The demon would have killed her afterwards anyway. This way, only one…only two had to die. Stella and Carl. If idiots just trusted him, only one would have to die.

"Please accept her, please accept her." – Stavros whispered the words like a litany and slowly crawled away, in a safe distance. He always knew that this was a deadly operation. If the demon did not like the sacrifice he would just kill him, but Stavros was ready to gamble with his life. He would have wished that gambling with his own life was enough. – "I'm sorry." – He mumbled and looked at Stella.

"Accepted." – The demon responded. He had both of her Ankles locked with his tentacles and head pressing her head into the rough wooden floor.

Stavros felt sorry for Stella, he wanted to ask Demon if he could be gentler with her, given that he would kill her anyway. – Do not be a weakling. –He reminded himself.

"I want to know how to become a demon. I know there is a stone tablet, I need its location." – Stavros said, the second phrase he meticulously studied.

And the demon responded, but not in any language Stavros studied, but instead in images, smells, and sensations. – "Thank you great one." – Stavros said and then tilted. – "Aria dear, you don't have to die, leave this room, we reached the agreement." – Stavros said and proceeded to walk backwards and out of the room.
 
At least I'll die sexy as fuck. – Stella thought, her brain was busy flooding her consciousness with positive thoughts as the last act of mercy. Something in her mind realized that there was no reason to be a downer in the last minutes of her life. Other thoughts visited her mind too. – No human could kill you. An entire demon is required. – And a bittersweet thought. – Even Carl, the mother fucking thief died before you. You outlived a professional. – Though she was sad that Stavros seemingly got away with a concussion only. Would be nice for him to die too. But demons rarely grant wishes. Maybe he will still die, preferably painfully.

Stella could still move her hands, but she was lying on her stomach, her feet and head locked and place, and one could not do much, humans never evolved into being able to act behind the back.

"Get out of here Aria." – Stella said, there was no reason for her to die too, and there was a little chance that the girl would kill Stavros later, maybe out of greed, or fear, or something.

"Well it's you and me dear." – Stella said when she saw two pairs of feet leave the room, and the door close and fall into darkness. – "Let's get on with my murder I guess."
 
The demon turned his attention to the girl under his foot. He looked into her thoughts and saw a paradox. On one hand, she accepted her fate and made her goodbyes. On another, she still tried to find a way out. If he could, he would have smiled. His gaze did not care much for light or the absence of light. He removed his foot from her head as a gesture of goodwill but kept her ankles under his control. She could turn her upper body towards him, but she would not see anything in the darkness yet. Though he suspected, as a human, she was prone to useless gestures.

"He wants to become like me. Immortal, and out of this world. To be above and beyond this substrate." – Demon sent her the thought. – "But I don't like him." – Demon sent another thought, and then instead of words he sent her images. Numerous images of Stavros dead. He is dead, somebody stabbed him. He is dying, it was her, Stella, she is choking him. He is dead, he fell from the nondescript building. He is dead, something fell on him, from the same non-descript building.

The demon had a very fleeting understanding of the objects in the material plane. Buildings and objects seemed like sketches from memory. But that was not the point. The demon was promising her his death. – "I just need to make you stronger. And I need to make you mine so that you don't try to follow in his steps." – The demon sent her another message.

And then the demon smiled, no one saw him smile, but he moved another tentacle under the fabric of her panties and pulled them slightly down while lifting the girl a little bit upwards by her ankles. And then something hard pressed against her soft cunt. Demons did not procreate through sex, so they did not exactly have a penis as a human or animal would. They did love to seed pain and suffering, so the demon had the organ specifically designed for rape. It was larger, thicker, ridged, and self-salivating, but only a little, not enough to properly lubricate the victim's cunt, just enough to make sure he could move unobstructed.

"You will need to start enjoying it." – The demon lied, he did not care, he just wanted her to be confused. – "I will continue raping you until you are ready to accept my essence willingly."
 
"Yes, yes, yes. I can hunt him for you." – Only moments ago Stella said her goodbyes, but now, she saw the images of lifeless Stavros and she was still ready to die, but knowing that she could kill him. That was enough to fill her in with the will to escape again. Though she knew this wouldn't be that easy. She was in the grasp of the demon, and her heart pounded in the ribcage like one of those machines that powered steamboats. She knew this would not end well either way. She wondered if he would eat one of her limbs or just break all the bones or rape her. Or do all of it at once.

She instead decided to focus on something else. She did not want the demon to feel her fear, and she was pretty sure the demon could read her mind, at least to some extent, and giving him ideas was not in her plan.

"Please, let me hunt him for you, he could not have run far away." – She said, trying to reason with the demon, but she already felt his tentacle pull her panties away. She wondered if she had given him an idea or if this was
something he would have done anyway. She also noticed weird things. Mind is a curious thing. Here she was, lying on a cold floor with her foot on her head getting ready to be abused, but her brain decided to be curious about the fact that hatred for Stavros did not sink into her emotions yet. She hated him on a rational level, but not yet with all her heart.

But all of that went away when she felt that. She shrunk, she wished she could just shrink herself into a tiny inaccessible ball, but instead, her nature betrayed her.

"Please." – She whimpered. She wanted to add something, but could not find the words. She felt sweat run down her stomach and back, she held by her ankles in an awkward position, not a position she ever was, lying on her stomach, with feet in the air, and a demonic cock entering her. – "Fuuuuuuuuuck." – She exclaimed when the monster smashed into her. He "told" her that she had to accept him willingly, she was a courtesan back in the day, but knew pretty well that she could not. She felt tears collect in her eyes and run down to the ground along her nose and forehead. – "Please…Please stop." – She said, but she did not believe he would. She missed ol Stella, one who thought she would die quick and sexy, just a few minutes ago.
 
"Call me T" – the demon, T sent her. – "If you feel an urge to curse me." – T communicated and penetrated her. He shoved his not-a-cock into her, lightly lubricating her, and then stopped as if he knew exactly when to stop before he turned into already forceful rape into unnecessary and permanent damage to her body. – "It could help." – His wet, oily tentacle moved between her buttocks while his cock stayed in her. Instead of pulling it out, he slightly enlarged it, making it a little thicker, something that Stella or the absolute majority of humans never experienced before and then he proceeded to move.

He did not fuck her like any human did. He created this pattern. Thrust, then expand and contract his cock, then out, and hammer it back in. Expand and contract and continue. He continued to move so until he felt that his girl got used to it, and then he started to add "elements". He smashed into her harder, next turn he would send a wave of expansion along his cock, he would always stop when her screams turned from loud to shrieks, and then let her rest a little, reverting back to the "softer" raping. Where he simply thrust and enlarged a little.

"You need to cum, to seal the contract." – T lied. He enjoyed the way she whimpered and screamed thinking that she needed to find a way to extract any pleasure from the sexual torture.
 
Stella screamed, she did not scream like that. Not when her parents beat her, not when she was attacked, not when she got jumped on the streets and beaten down. She cursed. But not the demon, not T, she cursed Stavros who sold her. She was afraid to curse the demon, even if he seemingly allowed her to. She felt how he used her. She never felt anything like that, and she was not prepared for it.

Her mind raced trying to find anything to hang on, to try to enjoy what was happening. But she was being raped by an interdimensional monster. Monster who moved orders of magnitude harder the moment she thought she settled into the rhythm.

She was grateful to the creators that this demon secreted something, and she was afraid to think about the nature of the demon's secretions, as he fucked her, harder, and harder. – "Please, please. Let me stand on all fours." – She begged. – "I can't enjoy this like this. Please release my ankles." – She begged and cried. She felt dirty for begging him, but there was no way she could cum in this position. In some other, where she could not see the monster. Maybe, just maybe she could focus on her…and then what…fuck. She screamed again realising that T was circling her asshole with his tentacle.
 
"I have a better idea." – Stella would be in pain, but she could guess that T got to talking instead of simply sending messages into her mind. It was as if he was getting more accustomed to being on this plane. He pulled out of the crying girl and retreated. He released her ankles, letting her feet fall on the ground and then T straightened up. Or at least this is what it sounded like in the dark room. – "Why don't you fuck yourself against me." – He said, and this time chuckled. He grabbed Stella by the hair, and before she managed to lift herself up from the ground, he dragged her across the floor and towards the door.

He lifted her on the feet and threw her face first against the flat stone surface of the door, and then locked her in the place, assuming position right behind her.

His thick, oozing pseudo-cock pressed against her pussy, and his tentacle hovered over her asshole. His other tentacles returned towards her ankles, but this time he used them to spread her legs and keep them apart. The only difference this time was that Stella could feel T's breath on her neck. – "Now, you start moving. Maybe it will be easier this way for you." – T said, as he swam in her humiliation. He knew exactly the reaction she would have. – "You just need to cum once, and then I can send you free."
 
The sharp pain, and then again. First her hair, then T smashing her against the door. She felt her entire body in pain. – "Fuck, please let me hunt Stavros for you." – She cried, trying to direct all her hatred towards the traitor. But then T made the "offer" and she cried. She felt white hot searing humiliation when she realised what he suggested, and that she was going to go through it. But at least she felt her tears run down on her cheeks. Not nose or forehead. At least she was standing upright. That was supposed to count for something.

But her mind gave up on trying to find something to grasp. Instead, she straightened her palms and pushed herself away from the wall and onto T's appendages. Feeling his thick cock spread her pussy, and the thin end of the tentacle penetrate her ass. She knew the latter would be painful as it got deeper into her. But at least tears run down her cheeks and not down her forehead. She tried to move away and stopped. She wanted to curse, beg, exclaim, but there was no energy for that. She pushed herself away from the door again impaling herself on the demon's cock and tentacle.
 
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