by Randi Darren
“Alright,” Sam said, gently easing Imp-One to one side and then helping Imp-Two to her feet. “Hillary, you take this guy’s form and get back out there in a minute or two. We’ll start our own operation from here. We also en—”
Imp-Two snatched Sam into a heavy hug, then kissed him hard, her arms tight around his neck.
Several seconds later, she let him go from the kiss, but pulled at him, keeping him close to herself.
“Uh, we also might get a chance to deal with Jenaphila,” Sam continued, not pushing Imp-Two away. Instead he held her and stroked her back. He could feel her sobbing softly into his shoulder. “She’s on site. Which is quite possibly why the attack came when it did. If we get the chance… we should put her underground.”
“Yes,” Irene said, nodding sharply at that. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her and her goons. The goons are all aware of what’s going on, but have been… too scared to leave their positions. As that’s where they were ordered to be.”
Ah, that would explain where her soul is. She’s likely one of the best informed here because of that.
“And it’s very good to see you, Sammy. Very good,” Irene said, giving him a tired smile.
“So good,” Hillary said, as she looked over the gun the guard had been holding. “I’m going to make you feel amazing later, baby. Showing up all white knight like that. I’m going to lick you from your taint to your tip.”
Sam raised his eyebrow at that. He hadn’t expected Hillary to be under any pressure from this, but apparently she had been.
Pulling out the magazine, Hillary gave it a once-over and slotted it back into place.
“Ok, baby. Gimmie a kiss and some clothes before I head out there. I hate being a man. Never felt right, and still doesn’t,” Hillary said, sighing and looking at Sam.
She moved in, not moving Imp-Two at all, and kissed Sam. Then she took a step back and morphed into the guard who was in the corner, likely dead or quite close to being so at this point.
Sam flicked a hand at her and moved the uniform from the guard, minus the blood, to Hillary with a miniscule trickle of Essence.
A few seconds after that, a naked Hillary was walking out of the office, scratching at her privates as she did so.
“Four people died just now,” Hillary said aloud as the door swung shut behind her. Even though her voice was partially muffled, Sam could still hear her. “When no one had to die. I just wanted a little action. Let’s hope no one else tries to be the hero after I pick someone else next.”
“Hm. Well. That gives us some room to work. Any changes, Imp-Three?” Sam asked.
Irene’s eyes jumped from Sam’s face to his ear, then she smirked at him.
“Nothing here. Everything is mostly the same. What are you going to do now?” Imp-Three asked.
“Well, Irene and I are going to go on an adventure. Imp-Two and Imp-One are going to stay here where it’s safe,” Sam said. “Give me the clearest route to the resource generation rooms. Preferably the one that Jenaphila isn’t in.”
***
Irene was pressed in tight to Sam’s front. Her rear end practically in his lap. Slowly, they eased up around the corner of the hallway and into the security checkpoint that led to their destination.
Irene’s hands were in front of her, holding tightly to one another.
Unfortunately, Sam couldn’t really extend his camouflage that far without significantly increasing the cost and usage. Which were both problematic.
In the end, she’d made the call to be in front of him, pressed to him. Arguing that death to her was as commonplace as drinking coffee. If Sam died though, that was an altogether different problem. That it also kept his Essence costs down as well as shielding him.
The last thing Sam wanted to do was to use someone else as a human shield, but she had more than a few good points in her arguments.
Walking slowly, as quietly as they could, they moved past the machine gun emplacement and toward the door behind it.
This was the tricky part of course.
Getting through a shut and locked door without alerting anyone to the fact that they were. On top of that, it was also a badge swipe door.
Moving up against the wall, Sam wrapped his arms around Irene and contemplated how to handle this. He had options available, but they also came with risks.
Idly, Sam ran his hand up and down Irene’s arms as he contemplated how to handle this.
“I can unlock the door,” Imp-Three said in his headset. “In fact. Unlocking it is rather loud. It might make them turn around and check it.”
I like that. That could work.
Except I have no way to tell her to do it. Ha.
Let’s try… a non-verbal response.
Reaching up with one hand, Sam tapped the small microphone attached to his headset.
“Oh! Right. You can’t talk,” Imp-Three said.
Sam responded with a single tap to the microphone.
“Got it. Okay. One tap for yes, two for no?” Imp-Three asked.
Once more, Sam tapped the microphone once.
“And just to test, please signal no?” Imp-Three requested.
Two taps was Sam’s response.
“Perfect. I’m going to unlock the door. Signal yes when ready,” Imp-Three murmured.
Laying his arm back around Irene, Sam eased himself closer to the door. With any luck they could get the guards to open it and get through.
Taking a slow breath, Sam gave Irene a squeeze, then tapped his microphone once.
A second after that the loud clack of the lock disengaging made everyone jump a bit.
The guards turned around and looked at the door, wondering who was coming through, but didn’t move from their positions.
Then the door clacked again, re-locking itself.
Staring at it for several more seconds, the guards didn’t seem to know what to make of this development.
Imp-Three took the lack of a response as her own indicator to unlock the door once again. The lock noisily announcing that the door was open.
Drawing his pistol, the assistant to the machine gunner lifted it up and moved to the door. Reaching out with his left hand, he shoved the door open, quickly taking hold of his weapon with both hands again.
There was no one on the other side, of course.
Standing there, the guard eased forward as the door started to close. Catching it with his boot-tip, he began to slowly force it open as he inched through the doorway and into the resource room.
Moving inside, he cleared the area and then went further, holding the door with one foot as he pivoted with his pistol drawn.
Sam took this opportunity to shuffle through the door with Irene. Gliding past the guard as he slowly checked the other side of the door, Sam stuck himself up against the wall and went still.
He could hear the grunting, thumping, and meaty slap of flesh on flesh. A cacophony of moans and groans were present on top of all that.
Even as the invaders and guards fought, Incubi and Succubi continued to fuck their partners into oblivion.
The stink of sex was oppressive. The room reeked of sweat, bodily fluids, and unwashed bodies.
It was almost overwhelming.
Coughing once, the guard seemed to give up on the door, holstered his pistol, and walked back through to the otherwise.
When the door swung shut, it locked itself, and was quiet.
“Clear,” Imp-Three said. “Assuming you made it through.”
“Yeah, we did. Anyone in here?” Sam asked in a whisper.
“No. You’re good for this room. Jenaphila is still in the Elemental resource area,” Imp-Three stated.
“Fantastic,” Sam said, letting the camouflage drop.
“Aww, but I was having fun,” Irene said, not moving away from Sam’s front. Instead, she slightly ground her rear end into his lap.
Laughing to himself, Sam patted Irene gently, feeling some of his tension easing up.
“Yeah, you fe
el nice, but we have work to do,” Sam said regretfully.
“I know, I know. I’m just… finally starting to feel comfortable in my new body,” Irene said as she released him and walked toward the nearest cage.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t slept with Irene since her body-change.
In fact, she’d avoided him.
Not that he could blame her. She’d undergone a massive change that probably wasn’t over.
“They’re cold iron,” Irene said, touching one of the bars. On the inside, was a Succubus riding a male Imp into the bottom of the cage.
Grunting, she thrust herself down over and over onto his length, the man clearly lost in a haze of sexual pleasure.
“And very heavily loaded with spells,” Irene muttered as she wrapped her fingers around the bar. “They’re… oh. I see. They’re all designed to drive a Succubus or Incubus into sexual frenzy. It also makes it feel really good to get off.”
“That sounds less pleasant than one would initially think,” Sam grumbled, coming over to lay a fingertip to the bar.
The moment his flesh touched it, he had an insatiable urge to throw Irene down to the ground and savage her.
Without control, no thoughts to guide it, and just an extreme need to bury himself in her and make her orgasm constantly.
Then to attack the Succubus in the cage and make her orgasm until she couldn’t anymore.
Flinching away from the cage, Sam looked at it with no small amount of dread.
“Yeah. Really unpleasant,” Sam muttered. “I wanted to just ravage you and then the Succubus. It was… it was absolutely mind-altering. More so than anything I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
Clicking her tongue softly, Irene didn’t look happy about that. Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder.
“Well. No one is allowed in the cages then,” Irene murmured. “Let’s start freeing them all while we have the chance.”
“Good idea,” Sam said. Walking over to the locking mechanism, Sam looked at the electro-mechanical combination lock and wondered how he was going to get it open.
Irene slapped her hand to the pad and there was a loud popping noise. A small current of electricity zipped through the lock, then it made a ping noise and the door swung open.
“Alright. Come on out of there little miss sex-monster,” Irene said then gestured at the Imp. “You, too. Get out.”
Moaning in pleasure, the Succubus ground her hips into the man for several more seconds, before she got up off him. Grabbing him by his hands, the Succubus dragged him out of the cage and onto the facility floor.
“Come on, baby,” purred the Succubus at the Imp. “We need to get up. Time to escape.”
“I’m too tired, my love,” groaned the Imp, slowly getting to a kneeling position.
Uh… they’re in a relationship?
“I’m pregnant again. Get up,” countered the sex-goddess with black hair and dark eyes. “We’re keeping our daughter this time, no matter what. Even if we have to die for her.”
“Yes, love,” muttered the Imp. “A daughter? I want a daughter.”
Grunting, he got to his feet, swayed for a moment, then steadied himself.
The Imp and the Succubus turned towards Sam, probably looking for answers.
“We’re freeing everyone,” Sam said simply. “Can’t open a portal yet, but… we’re working on that.”
Breathing deeply, the Succubus nodded slowly.
Then she reached over and laid a hand to the Imp and clearly fed him Essence while also stabilizing them both.
“Good,” the Succubus said. “Just… don’t free anyone in the red rooms. They eat their partners even though they’ve been here long enough to know better.”
“Red room?” Sam asked.
The Succubus lifted one slim arm and pointed toward the far side of the resource room.
“There’s a section over that way with people in cages with red bars. Don’t… let them out. Just leave them,” the Succubus said with a shake of her head. “They exist only to drain and eat their partners. The cage compels you to sexual abandon, but it doesn’t force us to life drain. They don’t respect the breaks supervisors give us either. They don’t have victims in there with them right now but each other.”
Curious.
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Irene put her hand to another electronic keypad and shorted out the lock.
The Incubus inside kept humping away at his partner, while at the same time pulling her out of the cage as he backed up.
The compulsion to have sex is incredibly strong. And very dialed in to my species.
Jena… you’re truly a wretched thing.
Though I feel bad for all the addicts who’ll likely suffer Essence withdrawals, this is pure evil. We can’t let it continue.
“Sam, Jenaphila just left the broom closet. Everyone here is starting to move a little,” Imp-Three said hurriedly. “I’m going to sabotage the whole room so they lose the camera feeds. I’ll try to join you as quick as I can! I’ll grab Abigail from the tech room!”
“Wait, what?” Sam asked, turning his head and pressing a hand to his headset.
There was a massive burst of static in response to his question followed by a high pitched whining before the whole thing went dead.
“Okay,” Sam said, flicking the headset to one side and turning to Irene. “Jena just came out of her little special room. Everyone’s coming to. We need to finish up and be done with this.”
“Only twenty or so more cages,” Irene muttered, looking ahead of where they were. “I’ll just… I’ll rush it. It might make a bit more noise than we want, but if she’s moving… well… I imagine things are about to change.”
“Yeah, she never really did well with surprises and tended to—”
There was an enormous detonation of Essence sorcery. As if someone had opened up the dam on a massive lake and let it start spilling out.
“Fuck,” Irene said, reaching out to grab the cage nearby to steady herself. “Is that what Essence sorcery feels like? I actually felt it. I can never feel yours when you use it.”
“Yeah… you’re not supposed to feel it,” said Sam through chattering teeth. The amount of Essence that’d just blown through him had shifted his soul around in his avatar. It was a distinctly uncomfortable feeling and it made him feel like he was suddenly standing in front of the sun.
Jena is way too damn strong. She’s got too much Essence behind her to take her on directly.
Holy fuck.
I’d have to touch her directly to activate the brand on her. That’s the only way I could overpower her.
The Incubus who’d just brought his partner out of the cage collapsed to the ground and began convulsing right there.
Sam could see that he’d be fine, but his soul had definitely almost been ripped right out of his avatar.
“Damnit Jena, the hell are you doing?” Sam asked no one.
“She’s… very angry,” Irene said, staring at nothing. “Very angry. She just killed two people for no reason as far as I can tell. I’m… going to go open those cages.”
Irene took off at a quick jog, holding a hand out as she went.
Small purple and black lightning bolts leapt from her hand and struck each lock as she went by.
Nearby, Sam could see the first Succubus he’d freed.
“Hey, I need you to stand right here and tell my partner when she comes back to hold here,” Sam said. “I’m going to go see if I can’t figure out how to release the Elementals. Got it?”
Nodding, the Succubus let out a short sigh. “Yeah. I got it. They don’t deserve to be locked up any more than we do.”
Sam cloaked himself in his Essence and then left quickly. Moving to the door that led straight into the Elemental resource room, Sam tried it.
He found it was locked.
Not only locked, but broken. The keypad was dead and there didn’t seem to be any electricity going to it.
There was another hall that led to the Elementals and had a stronger security point, but without a powered door. Sam figured it was where cages were brought in from outside, as the hallway was significantly larger as well.
He didn’t have to try very hard to feel where Jena was either. He could practically taste her as she made her way toward where the invaders were. She was taking the shortest route possible to get to them. Essence crackling off her the entire way.
Reaching the security checkpoint, Sam found it was deserted and empty.
The hell? Did she… take all her people with her? Okay.
That… helps? Maybe?
Quick as he could manage without alerting anyone, Sam went through the defensive point and into the Elemental resource room.
All around him were Elementals in various states of being drained. In one fashion or another, they were all powering the vast network that was Jenaphila’s empire.
Making a quick decision, Sam went over to a series of plastic looking cells. Strapped to the top of them were pipes and a large machine.
Sam knew what was in those cells. Air Elementals.
And that was just what he needed. They were weak compared to other Elementals, but they almost always had their element to draw on at all times. They could easily blast these cells and cages open.
Right now though, they were being starved of oxygen and held in a vacuum. Only allowed to have enough air to survive and bleed off energy with a slow trickle of air.
Smashing his fist into the control panel, Sam regretted his action when the cell suddenly made a whooshing sound and the door slammed open.
The prison had suddenly filled with pure oxygen.
Four humanoid shapes appeared on the ground where they hadn’t been moments before.
“Hey,” Sam said before they could run off. “I need your help freeing everyone else. We need to get everyone out as quickly as we can. Have everyone meet up at that exit door but don’t leave.”
Two of the Air Elementals nodded at that, looking up at Sam. A third passed out right there, and the fourth just started stumbling away without saying a word.