by Randi Darren
He planned on forcing Stacia and Tiffany into another three-way soon anyway. They were delicious together.
Carissa the cyclops and Abigail had gone over to Irene.
The cyclops was an excellent specimen of her race.
Her short raven-hued locks were mostly hidden under a black bandanna, her honey-colored eye on the screen. She had a build similar to Irene and Tiffany.
Abigail was the odd one out in this group, however.
A human with some weight to her, Sam enjoyed her figure. She had more in her curves than others because of it.
He bedded her almost as much as he did Irma, whom he slept with the most.
Abigail was a healthy young woman with a sharp mind. Her shoulder-length brown hair was caught in a ponytail and her translucent brown eyes flicked over from the screen to him.
She gave him a nervous smile, clearly knowing what he was going to ask.
“They… needed someone to run the comms,” Abigail said sheepishly. “I’m also doing some basic field medicine and combat medic… stuff.”
Sam shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t care what she did, so long as she kept safe.
Moving back to the monitor, Sam leaned into Carissa and slid an arm around the cyclops’ hips. Then pulled her up against his side.
Surprised, and visibly unsure how to react, Carissa ended up putting an arm around Sam and looked at his face.
Taking the opportunity, Sam stared into her large eye for several seconds, then smiled at her. Moving in close, he kissed her, holding to her.
Carissa, the hard-hearted one time freedom fighter turned police officer, melted into him.
Pulling back after a few seconds, Sam held onto her, then leaned into Irene.
“We’re just watching Hillary and Inese, the Amazon, on a mission. They’re doing a recon,” Sam said.
Resting her hands on him, Carissa stayed against his side.
At the same time, Irene lifted her left hand and began to lightly stroke Sam’s thigh.
Everyone in his harem was rapidly becoming physically affectionate, which was exactly what he wanted.
In the time he’d looked away, he realized that things had happened.
Hillary and Inese were touring what he could only begin to think of as a torture floor.
Hundreds and hundreds of cages were placed all around the room.
They were filled with men, women, Incubi, and Succubi. All in various stages of fucking. Not love making, or sex, or anything flowery at all.
It was a straight up fuck-fest. An orgy for the sake of plowing the other party, and finishing up.
The number of Succubi was staggering however in comparison. Stacked five atop one another at some points, he could see extremely drained looking men being used by them.
He didn’t know what was driving his brothers and sisters, but they appeared to be more animal than humanoid anymore
Then he saw the answer.
They were all bound by their true names, clearly inscribed on each and every cage.
One of the people giving them a tour walked up to a cage where an amazingly beautiful and busty red-headed Succubus was riding an exhausted-looking, though pleased, man into the floor.
The audio feed was all flesh smacking, moaning, groaning, and little else. Sam couldn’t hear what the tour guide was saying, but he was pointing to various points on the sheet of paper.
“What the fuck,” Tiffany said from the side. “The actual fuck? Oh my fuck.”
“I think… I think this is where Jes could have ended up,” Abigail murmured. “We were wondering where those people who vanished went. Want to bet this is where if they’re not handed out as pets? Jes was an Imp that was turned to a Succubus, right? This is that.
“The male imps are turned into breeding stock, or sent here if they don’t work out.”
Sam let out a slow breath, feeling his stomach twist over itself.
“She’s destroyed her own race, and made a mockery of my own,” Sam mumbled.
For the first time, he was starting to feel genuine anger at Jena. A real burning pit of rage that he wanted to vent on her face.
Violently.
Gesturing to one side, the tour guide led them out of the massive warehouse-like room of constant fucking.
“I mean… I’m down for a real punishing session with Sam but that—” Tiffany paused and then growled under her breath. “We need to destroy Jena and gut her entire empire. This can’t continue.”
“No, it will not,” Decima said, with steel in her voice.
Leading Inese and Hillary out of the room, the tour continued into another warehouse.
Plastic boxes with electrical wires, filled the room from one side to the other. Inside of each box was a man or a woman, sitting in a type of chair.
“They’re… draining them,” Irene said after a moment. “They’re like Aster. Elementals. They’re all being drained.”
“—and we had to switch some of the Electric and Storm Elementals over to powering the facility. After we lost the Alpha generator, we had to. It’s severely limited our ability to generate free Essence with so many Elementals offline,” said the tour guide. It was a lot easier to hear the man in this room. “Have you heard any news about getting the Alpha generator back online?”
“Alpha generator?” asked Carissa. “He means Aster, right?”
“That’d be my guess,” Irene said. “They did say they were using her to power an entire grid. It’s all one giant… supply chain made of misery. And this is all how Jena feeds her Imps and keeps them… docile.”
“Yeah,” Sam said under his breath. “Yeah. That… seems to be the whole of it.”
Hillary’s camera swung toward Inese when the tour guide wasn’t looking.
Inese had the look of someone dealing with shock and was doing her best to maintain her cool.
She didn’t know about this either. That means even the upper echelon doesn’t really know what’s going on everywhere.
That’d mean this facility is almost as closely guarded and protected as the one we busted Aster out of.
“This is a major target for us then,” Decima said with a growl in her voice. “We’ll have to plan it out accordingly, and strike at a future time. To do so, so shortly after Inese’s visit, would only make her seem all the more suspicious.
“If anything, it would be good to hire a team of losers and pitch them at the facility and let Inese’s proposed defenses take care of it.”
Rather cold-blooded of her, but I like it. It’d work.
It isn’t as if there aren’t groups of scumbags we could hire and throw at the facility and feel no regret for.
After all, there’s mercenaries out there who would happily “neutralize” a village without a concern in the world.
“I’ll talk to Irma about doing that,” Sam said. For the business side of things, along with contracts, it all went to Irma. She was more or less the CEO.
There were a number of Electric Elementals, lesser in power and ability than Aster though, who were tied into a slew of cables and wires that spider-webbed out in every direction.
“Pardon the mess. It’s a bit of a temporary solution for the current issues,” said the tour guide. “Supposedly we’ll get a team out in a month or so to come make some permanent changes to the wiring. Get it up to code, so to speak, and out of the way.”
“That’d be our way in,” Tiffany said, nodding her head decisively. “Wouldn’t it?”
The question was curiously directed at Stacia. The Were often went to the Vampire when it came to planning. Most of their disgust and anger for one another had been wiped out after he’d put them in a three-way with himself, where each one ended up eating out the other.
More than once.
“I mean… I’d think so,” Stacia said, her brows lowering down closer to her eyes. “We could definitely get tools, weapons, and some better surveillance in if we got the contract to do that wiring. We’ll have to talk to Inese when
she gets home and go from there.”
Tiffany grunted at that, looking back to the screen.
Slowly, the tour guide took them out of this fresh version of hell, and into another area.
Which was almost worse.
Sam had finally found all the male Imps.
Stacked deeper, higher, and with far less space than what was even afforded the Succubi and Incubi, were thousands of male Imps of all ages.
Waiting to be bred on women when Jena needed the numbers to be balanced.
“Maybe we shouldn’t wait at all,” muttered Carissa. “This is… abhorrent.”
“Yeah,” Irene mumble. “Maybe… maybe we move faster.”
Move faster?
Maybe. Maybe not.
This could be our opportunity to take the facility over. Take it over, and use it to find every other location where Jena has her claws dug in.
Five - The Log -
“Okay. I need—” Abigail said and then let out a breath in a whoosh. “I need to go talk to Irma about this. She needs to know. And I honestly… I can’t watch this.”
Pulling out of the group watching the screens, Abigail started to walk away.
“I’ll go with you,” Sam said, backing out of the group as well, while running his hands all over Carissa.
Who didn’t seem to mind at all.
Catching up to Abigail as soon as she left the hallway, Sam was unable to help himself.
Snatching Abigail up around the waist, he pushed up against the wall and then kissed her. His hands resting on her sides.
Resisting for only a second, Abigail began kissing him back rather hungrily. Her hands slid up his chest and grabbed his shoulders.
Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled up along her cheek to her ear.
“Let me have five minutes of your time, my darling Abigail? I hunger for you, without feeding on you,” Sam murmured.
He knew that was a statement that always threw Abigail’s engine into overdrive. The idea that Sam wanted her simply to physically enjoy her—without eating—stroked her small underfed ego.
“Oh heavens, Sam,” Abigail whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Okay. Yes. But… after we talk to Irma. We really need to tell her about this. Then you can… can have me as much as you want. You can… you can eat me on the last one, too.”
“I do love getting my lips on your sweet pink pussy,” Sam said, deciding to use a bit of dirty talk. He began sliding his mouth down her neck toward her shoulder. “I’d be happy to eat you out.”
“No… ah…” Abigail said and then moaned, her head tilting away from his mouth. “Nnn, Sam, Irma. Irma first. I love you, Sam. I do. Irma first. Then I’ll be your plaything.”
You’re such a dear woman, Abigail. You know just what I want to hear, too.
Nipping at her soft skin for a second, Sam stepped back and promptly wrapped an arm around her hips.
“Off we go then,” Sam said, not releasing Abigail.
“Y-yes,” said Abigail leaning partially against Sam. “We’ll check the office floor first. She doesn’t like to work out of your apartment unless she knows you’re coming home.”
“Oh?” Sam asked.
Walking side by side, the two of them headed straight toward the elevators.
“Yeah. She likes being home for you when you’re around,” Abigail said, reaching out to tap the elevator button.
My dearest Imp. She really is trying to make this more of a normal human union.
Then again… it isn’t as if I’m not enjoying it.
In fact, I do like that she’s home when I come back. I wonder if she’d like that.
I should wait at home for her when she’s working late. I bet she would like it.
“Should… should I wait at home for you, too?” Abigail asked as the elevator doors slid shut.
“If you like,” Sam said, turning to look at Abigail. She was the bloodline of Alisa. A woman who Sam had messed things up with, and had likely cared for more than he ever thought he had. Though it was still less than she had deserved.
Abigail was the only reason he was here on the plane. She’d helped him and continued to help him. She’d given more of herself than anyone else in his life.
The idea of not having Abigail in his life was painful. And he actually knew what that meant now, too.
“I love you, too Abigail. My Abby,” Sam murmured, holding her eyes with his own. “If you have a desire, I’ll make it my command. You need only tell me what you want.”
Abigail blinked slowly, her entire face becoming as red as crimson. Then she swallowed hard, her jaw tightening.
“A baby,” she said, her voice firm. “Your baby.”
Never. No. That’s not-
His thoughts came to a screeching halt.
If that’s what his Abby wanted, that’s what she’d get. Besides, the idea wasn’t such a terrible one to him anymore. He was enjoying his life here. Living with mortals on their plane.
This was the longest he’d remained on a plane like this, outside of Alisa, ever. Normally his life was to complete contracts, bed women, and get back to his plane where he could entertain himself with plane-servants.
Except he didn’t really visit his own plane much. He spent all his time here. He hadn’t even repopulated his plane with servants.
“Of course, Abby,” Sam said with a smile. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Wait, really?” Abigail asked, looking confused.
“Mmhmm. If that’s what you want. I love you, Abby. I wasn’t just saying that,” Sam said as the elevator dinged.
“I… okay. Okay. We’ll talk more about it later,” Abigail said, then she wrapped an arm around Sam’s hips in return. Then pulled him hard against her side. “I love you, too.”
Hauling on him as she stepped forward, Abigail seemed determined to change the subject.
Stepping out into the hallway, Sam could hear the quiet hum and click of computers, keyboards, and the soft murmur of people talking.
This entire floor had been demolished and rebuilt in a whirlwind of money and activity.
Now it looked like a strange imitation of Irma’s office building that she’d been working out of for her grandmother.
Sitting in desks throughout the floor were people who were employed by Incubus Inc. The parent company that owned a number of other companies including Inc-Suc, the PMC.
Sam knew every woman on this floor as well.
The simple reality was that half the time, all his clients needed was a job that wasn’t paying them bottom dollar. Anyone offered a job at Incubus Inc was the best skilled of his clients.
They also had to be willing to take Sam into their bed at the drop of a hat since they lived in the building too.
Most of the area was cubicles, small work areas, and groups of offices.
“Hey, Sam. You looking for Irma?”
Looking to the owner of the voice, Sam found Alexis Hegel.
The beautiful, blond-haired, blue-eyed, well-endowed Imp gave him a beautifully wide smile that showed off her perfect teeth.
Grinning back at the Imp, Sam walked over to her. She was positioned directly outside of Irma’s office in a rather large and impressive desk. With cubical walls she could raise and lower as she willed.
Being Irma’s “First Imp” had given her a lot of leeway.
“Maybe I was looking for you?” Sam replied.
“You sure about that? You found me this morning pretty easily. Last night, too,” Alexis said, leaning toward him and giving him a spectacular view of her impressive cleavage.
He’d softened toward her considerably since meeting her. She’d just been a random Imp he took ownership of and had given to Irma. Over time, she’d become a very endearing and kind-hearted member of his feed harem.
She was also a rather gifted Essence sorceress.
“Besides, you have Abby right there,” Alexis said, pointing to the other woman. “She’s more than enough to satisfy anything you’d
ever need. But I wouldn’t mind splitting Abby with you?”
“Yes,” Sam said immediately.
“No. Not… no,” Abigail said, shaking her head. The only woman who’d been able to talk Abigail into sharing was Jes.
“Pity,” Alexis said with a smile, then she reached up and casually undid a button on her blouse. “Well, Sam, shall we go back to my apartment, or are you looking for Irma?”
“Irma,” Sam said regretfully.
“Mm. She’s in Abigail’s office,” Alexis said, unperturbed in the least. She undid another button, revealing her black lacy looking bra.
“Great. Thanks, Alexis,” murmured Abigail, pulling at Sam.
“Of course, Abby. Offer stands by the way. Friends or not, I’d be delighted to share you with Sam,” called the Imp, as Abigail hustled him away.
“You’re rather popular with my Imps, aren’t you?” Sam teased, as Abigail pulled him toward a doorway.
“Yeah, I am,” Abigail muttered. “I’ve hung out with Alexis. A lot. The moment you come up in the conversation in any way, they’re just… they want to have sex with me, with you. I have no idea what’s going on. I just make sure you don’t come up and we’re fine. Irma’s different, thankfully.”
That’s curious. I wonder if there’s something going on there.
Abigail let go of Sam, slipped free of his arm, and went into her own office.
“There you are,” Abigail said to what Sam assumed was Irma.
“Oh! Yes. I was just leaving you— oh, hi Sammy,” Irma said as Sam stepped into the doorway. “Don’t forget to go see Reix at noon at my old apartment. Auntie’s living there now, so she’ll summon him.”
Walking into Abigail’s office, Sam smiled at both women. They were the first two people he’d brought into his new life here on this plane and he cared for both of them.
“Yes, dear,” Sam said earnestly.
“Needed to talk to you. We were watching Hill,” Abigail said. “It’s an actual nightmare.”
“What, really?” Irma asked, looking concerned. She was standing behind Abigail’s desk with a pen in hand. In front of her was a yellow square where she’d clearly been writing the mentioned note.
“Yeah, it’s… it’s bad,” Abigail said.