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Chapter 1

By William W. Kelso

She was in quite a good mood as she drove her Rolls Cornice through the entrance to her estate, the guard saluting respectfully, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Things were going better then she had expected, in all areas. She'd just come from a visit with her investment team and was very pleased with how her stocks and other holdings had been doing, and profits from her own line of 'beauty products' were through the roof. Yes, things were going just fine. Of course she'd been very carefully planning things for a long time, a very long time. That's were others made their biggest mistakes, being impatient and rushing in. Not her, no, she could afford to wait.

I woke up in darkness, head pounding like an SOB. Oh God, what the heck? This must be what it felt like to be hung over, I thought, but I'd never gotten drunk in my life! I couldn't, I have low alcohol tolerance, just a beer could me violently sick, but I still went to parties and socialized, I just tea-totaled, or disguised a coke as a whiskey or something. Actually it worked out pretty good usually; a well 'lubricated' girl was a lot easier to get into bed, and a lot less inhibited once you got her there, so I did alright. But I never took it as far as rape though, a totally bombed and passed out girl was off limits, I had some standards. So, the question was, why did I feel like crap? I tried to roll over and spit up the thick saliva in my mouth, but found to my surprise, and growing worry, that I was tied up. Very thoroughly, my arms and legs almost immobile, and it felt like I had a collar around my neck! OK, what the HELL is going on!?!!? I was NOT into BDSM stuff!

I tried to think, what HAD happened last night? There was the invitation to a 'private party', the party was in a very nice condo and the drugs and booze had been flowing freely; not that I used drugs either. Reality was bad enough without warping it with drugs. I'd been hitting on a really nice girl, got a ginger ale, drank it, and now...here I was. MF, I'd been drugged! But why? Some asshole must have drugged me and made me part of some sicko sex games, well; I was going to pound the SOB into paste once I got out of this.

It was dark and I couldn't see jack squat, and with a lot of effort I managed to roll on my side and wiggle until I reached a wall and got into a sitting position. At least it made me feel better. I stared as hard as I could, but no light, nothing! But there was a smell, kind of rank, and my nose itched and I gave a loud sneeze. I thought about yelling, but if my 'kidnappers' had been this thorough I figured it wouldn't do any good and might piss them off. So I sat in the dark, and waited. And I needed to pee really bad.

She drove her car into the cavernous garage containing her 'collection' of other very expensive sports cars and sedans. She could afford to indulge, being a multi-millionaire definitely had its perks. She pulled up between a Crossfire and Lamborghini. As she got out she threw the keys to the 'servant' on duty, and he snatched the keys out of the air, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. "Wash and service." She said, and he answered "Yes Mistress, right away." She knew next time she drove the Rolls it would be squeaky clean, it had better be. As she swept into the main house the butler and two maids bowed and welcomed her home, one taking her light jacket and purse.

"Jeeves, whiskey sour, my study. Any mail of importance?"

The 'butler', whose name wasn't really Jeeves, replied, "Yes Mistress Anna, and the only mail was junk mail, which I shredded as usual."

She smiled, she could call him anything she wanted, he belonged to her like all her 'servants', and he knew it. She looked at his dark glasses, which seemed kind of ridiculous to wear inside; all the servants wore them, but since their eyes were sensitive to the light they were necessary. Still, she thought, it does give them a rather 'sinister' appearance, which she liked. She sat down behind the impressive antique desk in her private study; it had once belonged to 'Diamond Jim' Brady who had been a friend of hers, and gave a sign of relief as she sank into the leather upholstery. Oh, that felt good! The executive chair at the meeting had made her butt sore. A few seconds later 'Jeeves' arrived with her drink & selected goodies on a silver tray, and after she told him to 'beat it' she was left alone.

She sipped her drink appreciatively; the man did know how to make a sour. She only allowed herself one drink a day, that was it, no over-indulgence for her. She had gone through a long period in which booze, drugs, and sex had been her sole interests, but that was long over, at least the over indulgence part, she was more...focused now. Except for the sex, she still liked, and needed, that. Part of the 'price' she paid for the demon she had sworn her allegiance to, not that she minded. She had sworn herself into his service almost exactly 490 years ago to the day, all those long years ago back in Jolly Old Blighty, but had 'immigrated' to the States almost one hundred years ago and considered herself an 'American' now. She'd even lost most of her atrocious accent, the result of spending the first thirty odd years of her life living in the East End of London. She shuddered when she remembered those horrible years, and the way she'd talked and dressed, like some extra out of a 'Oliver' movie. Even after she'd become a witch, then a Sorceress, she'd stayed in London as she hadn't know anything better. Well, that had changed a long time ago, all because of that "Jack the Ripper" brouhaha, that damn thing should have never gotten loose! She still didn't know how it had managed that, but she'd eventually caught it and sent it back to Hell where it had come from. They never would solve that one. As she finished her drink she thought about what she'd be doing shortly, and smiled. She had a couple of new 'servants' to 'break-in'. It was always so much fun, she was such a sadists!

Anna was her real first name, Van Cleef was not, but she liked it. She thought it had sounded 'regal', so had taken that name some two hundred years ago. Her servants all called her 'Mistress Anna', everyone else called her Miss Van Cleef. Though she looked like a typical thirty year old 'yuppie nouveau rich' socialite she was one of the most powerful Sorceress's in the world; or at least the USA, but as with most who had great power it wasn't enough, she wanted more. So she had been slowly, systematically 'eliminating' anyone she saw as a threat to her, real or imagined. Her methods could be quite covert and Machiavellian, or direct and brutal if necessary, whatever the situation called for, and/or whether she felt like taking her time or getting it over with. She had built an extensive network of witches, Sorceress's and Sorcerers, and other practitioners of the dark arts who were subservient to her, either willingly or otherwise. The more powerful ones she worked out 'deals' with, the lesser ones knew their place. Some she had basically taken on as protégés over the centuries, others she had...ways of controlling. She was quiet and circumvent about her 'empire', and many weren't even aware of its existence. To most people she was just Anna Van Cleef, multi-millionaire and business genius. Her exclusive brand of 'beauty products' sold for huge amounts because they really worked; and were strictly by 'invitation only', all her 'clients' were also extremely rich and/or powerful. If they knew what some of the ingredients were in her 'miracle cosmetics' were they'd probably freak, but most likely still use them. Vanity was a strong motivator in a world where perfect tits and ass were just as important as anything else.

She finished her drink, ate a couple of 'petit fours' from the selection 'Jeeves' had brought with the drink, and turning on her PC checked her emails, both personal and 'public', sent a few replies, and satisfied, signed out for now. There was no Spam, her filters were the best. And if she got a message she considered Spam she would fire back a reply with a virus that would toast the senders PC, no matter how well it was protected. She did NOT like Spam.

It was getting dark out, and she had to get ready to summon her Master. It was time for her to make a sacrifice for another ten years of youth, and she also needed some rather special 'supplies' from him as well. Getting up he went to a bookcase, invoked a spell, and the book case sank into the wall and slid to one side, and after she entered returned to the same spot with a soft click. It was better to use a spell then a mechanical device, now anyone snooping would find a solid wall behind the bookcase, no sign of the entrance to the extensive secret sub-basement under the house. She walked down the stairs for two floors, then; removing the wards, opened a heavy door that looked like it belonged on a bank vault, and entered the sub-basement. It was almost sterile, no flickering torches for her, it was quite modern looking, and no stone walls, everything was reinforced concrete. The same builders of many of the missile silos and underground govt. bunkers around the country had built it for her, she had good contacts in the defense industry. But there were NO records of it anywhere, she'd seen to that.

She passed the sound proof cells lining one side of the corridor; she didn't need to occupants in some of them yet, and passed through another impressive door, again deactivating the wards. The wards were just as much for keeping something in, as out. If any of the denizens of Hell she summoned got loose the wards should hold them long enough for her to respond, hopefully, but she was always very careful that they never had that chance. Not after that 'Jack the Ripper' fiasco, she'd learned her lesson. She hadn't survived almost 500 years as an acolyte to a Great Lord of Hell by being careless or taking anything for granted. As she entered the pentagram chamber her familiar was already there preparing things as she knew he would be. The Naga like creature, pretty much a snake with a quasi-human torso and arms, was slithering around the room putting black mass candles in the ornate solid gold holders. As soon as he sensed her he gave a hiss of joy and slithered to meet her, and putting his scaly clawed hands on her shoulders flicked his tongue across her face and she kissed the serpents affectionately. She looked into his emotionless, but beautiful, golden snakes eyes, and he hissed,

"Misstresss, I am ssso glad to ssseee you, I have been sssso lonely!"

"I missed you too Slith", she said, and kissed his hard snout. He had been with her for over 300 years, and as with most familiars owed his very existence to her, and also loved her as much as she loved him. He was the one constant in her long and less than perfect life, the one thing that never changed. Unfortunately due to his nature, in his 'small form' he was a fifteen foot python; so she couldn't take him out much anymore. Around the estate was one thing, but not in public. She felt his cool slick hands slide insider her blouse and heft her breasts, and opening her mouth let his long forked tongue explore it before sliding down her throat. She ran her own hands over his thick muscular body, loving the soft/hard feel of his green and gold scales. He was so very beautiful, a magnificent male beast. And she wanted him, needed him! And she knew he needed her just as badly. She slid down and crouched in front of him and gently rubbed the almost invisible vertical slit at the junction of his belly bands and torso scales, his male cloaca, and felt movement under his skin, and smiled as his two hemipenes begin to emerge, one above the other. His testes were internal, but she knew they must be quite large as it took him so long to drain them. His penises were a cross between human and reptile, both jutting shafts slick and hard, but they had little ridges and soft 'spikes' down their lengths, and the glans were more pointed with scalloped corona's, each one about eight inches long and quite thick; the lower one slightly longer, large drops of thick oily pre beading and glistening on each pointed tip. She gently stroked one shaft while she sucked the other, and the Naga gave a drawn out hiss of pleasure, and she felt his body trembling from his need.

"Mistressss, ahhhh-hisssssss!" Slith gasped.

She pulled her mouth away from his delicious cock to ask, "How are our guests my love, are they ready for the...ceremony?"

"Yesss Misstressss, Slith hissed, both are young and healthy they will make find servantsss."

They both ignored the young nude woman strapped to the altar in the center of the pentagram, her cries muffled by the ball gag she had in her mouth. She was pretty with big tits and an ample pubic thatch, Anna knew the Great Lord would be pleased, he was a real 'tit' demon. She wasn't a virgin, but that wasn't necessary this time. She had been one of Anna's 'novices', but had been getting just a little too 'uppity' for Anna's taste, so now she would finally get to meet the 'Master', personally. The girl, knowing what was in store for her, struggled desperately, her muffled cries pleading, but deep inside knew it was hopeless. But still she struggled. From the thick residue on her crotch it looked like Slith had spent some 'quality time' with her, which was fine by Anna. She knew the demon Lord didn't mind sloppy seconds, and if her familiar wanted to 'play' that was fine with her.

"Mmmm, Anna murred, her head bobbing on his top cock as she gripped and squeezed the lower, both rock hard, their temperature rising as they absorbed some of her own body heat. He ran his clawed fingers through her hair, hissing softly. She could hardly wait to feel him inside of her, but it not yet. She let his cock slide from her mouth, and standing up she slipped out of her clothes and threw them in a corner. She had never 'augmented' her body very much, though some improvements had taken place as a 'natural' result of her 'activities' as her Master was a very powerful Lust and Carnal Pleasure demon. Her breasts were full and firm, conical with large nipples and dark brown aureoles, her waist was a little thicker then she would have liked and pretty much merged into her quite nice heart shaped ass, and her 'straw blond' hair was natural, even her pubic thatch was that color. Her complexion was fairer then she would have liked, but didn't let it bother her much. She tended to burn, so had never been much for getting a tan. Her mound was quite pronounced; she thought it was one of her best features, her labial lips protruding, frilly and pink, the large knot of her clitoris visible. Slith pressed his snout to her crotch and ran his muscular tongue over, then into, her wet needy sex, hissing in delight, and she gasped in pleasrue. She ran her hands over his slick hairless head, and hissed in delight of her own. She never got tired of the feeling of that long moist tongue plundering the depths of her sex, the snake man slurping happily as he 'ate' her pussy. He could do it for hours, which was fine with her.

"Missstress, pleassse." Slith gasped, and she knew he needed her, this his arousal would be growing painful, his twin cocks aching and rampant. Even though he had just fucked the sacrifice he was almost insatiable, being what he was, a creature created by demonic magic.

"Soon my love, she gasped as his tongue dove back into her increasingly sensitive sex, we must save ourselves for summoning the Master! Now come, it is almost time! Soon our lust will be slaked, at least for awhile."

Reluctantly; very reluctantly, Slith pulled away from the lovely treat, his aching hemipenes dripping thick strands of pre. Though he'd had a nice time 'lubing up' the sacrifice his need was just as great as before. He'd fucked the sacrifice before, all of the Mistress's novices and acolyte's were not allowed to refuse his attentions, but doing it when they were immobilized and helpless; knowing they were awaiting a horrible fate, made it even more enjoyable. Like his Mistress he was a sadist, her personality reflected in his own since he was an extension of her in a way, though he was a entirely separate being. Still, if she died, so did he, but it would be as much from grief as any other reason. He finished preparing the candles, making sure each stand with the holders was positioned exactly, moving the heavy solid gold stands with ease.

While Slith finished getting the candles ready Anna had climbed up on the ornate podium and was consulting her book of spells. When he was finished he slithered over behind her, and reaching around from behind hefted her breasts, and kneaded them as he ran his fingers over her now hard nipples, but he didn't mount her yet, waiting for the right moment, his body trembling in anticipation.

Anna gave a soft moan as Slith ran her nipples through his fingers, gently tweaking and squeezing them, his cool dry scales felt lovely against her flushed flesh. He looped the tip of his long tail around one lower leg, and she shuddered as she felt his twin cocks pressing against her ass and lower back, his slick pre smearing over her skin and tingling. Soon, she thought, soon, how she wanted, needed, him. He ran his tongue gently over her ear and around to her face, and she paused to kiss it, sucking on the forked tip for a few seconds, the huge serpent hissing softly as his hands kept kneading and fondling her breasts. She flipped the pages of the spell book, and speaking a word of power lit the black mass candles, the thick greasy black candles igniting with impressive little 'whomf's', the circle of the pentagram starting to glow softly. The sacrifice began to buck against her restraints, high pitched pleading squeals coming around the gag in her mouth, she knew what was coming.

"Now, my love!" Anna grunted, bending over and bracing herself, and she gave a soft scream of ecstasy as Slith lunged into her, penetrating her both anally and vaginally at the same time. The snake thrust powerfully a few times until he had hilted and then started fucking her with a fast regular rhythm, his tongue flicking over her shoulder as he gave loud hisses of pleasure. The hardness of the two large shafts filling her felt absolutely fantastic, and she could feel every 'spine', knob, and ridge against her sensitive vaginal muscles and rectum. It was hard to concentrate as she read out loud and invoked the spell of summoning, the sex magic helping to increase the power of the spell, but she was used to it. Between grunts of pleasure her voice sounded strangely deep and guttural as it uttered words never meant for a human tongue, and at times it almost sounded like more than one person was speaking, and sometimes her lips were moving when there was no sound, and other times her voice was heard though her lips remained motionless. At appropriate times Slith added his own lisping voice to hers as they summoned their Lord and Master. It took almost an hour, and they both orgasmed every ten minutes on the average, the pleasure growing agonizing, but it was necessary to summon this particular demon. Without the sex the spell would have had no effect. But suddenly the space inside the pentagram was filled with billowing red smoke, and as it thinned rapidly a large shape was revealed.

Asmodai stood up, stretched, and folded his wings. He was in his 'intermediate' form, he found the multi-headed one tedious at times as the heads tended to get in arguments, plus it scared the mortals. He preferred his bestial, yet still handsome, stereotypical goat demon one when he was summoned. The ladies liked it too, and he sure liked the ladies. If it was female, he'd fuck it, sentient or animal, he didn't' care, it was what he did best. He turned his imposing countenance on the woman bent over a podium who was being well fucked by a snake. He smiled, black rubbery lips stretching to reveal impressive fangs,

"Anna, you conniving slut, I thought it was about time to get a summons from you! I trust you are well? You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself! That snake of yours sure knows how to screw a female!"

From anyone else that would have been a deadly insult, from the Great Lord Anna took it as a compliment, sort of. "Greetings Great Lord Asmodai, she gasped as Slith's twin cocks pistoned in and out of her, uggh, as usual you are correct. It is time for me to...renew our, ah-ahhhh, contract for another ten years. UGH!"

"Yessss", Asmodai said as he ran a clawed hand over the nude body of the young human female strapped to the altar, the terrified woman's bucking as she struggled causing her breasts to jiggle most enticingly, "Your last ten years I am afraid, my dear, but I look forward to welcoming you to Hell after the ten years are up. Oh, the things I have planned for you!! So many of my friends are anxious to...make your acquantence in...person. Oh yesss!"

Anna felt a shiver run up her spine, but it wasn't all fear. Her Master was a demon of Lust, and she had no doubt as to the 'nature' of her torments. She was thinking about that when she climaxed violently a second later, both her and Slith squealing in ecstasy, the snakes cool cum felt wonderful as it filled her already overflowing womb.

Asmodai laughed, a loud grunting snort of amusement, "Why Anna, are you sure you want to wait? Join me now, I will be...gentle. It won't be as bad as you think, this I promise. I do not waste my more...talented acolyte's." He gave one of the bound woman's breasts a squeeze and tweaked her nipple, and she gave a loud muffled scream. He reached down and fondled his large heavy balls, his cock starting to stiffen. He was so looking forward to ravishing the mortal female for the first time, the first of a great many.

"Uhhhh, moaned Anna, Though your offer is indeed tempting, I must decline for, ugggh, now, Great Lord. I trust the sacrifice meets with your approval?"

"A shame, Asmodai said. Yes indeed, she is nice and ripe, I think she's getting excited, she's nice and wet", He finished as he ran a finger in and out of the squealing girls pussy, "and tight." He added.

"Uh, Master, Anna said, Might I request an additional boon, My Lord?"

"You may request, and I might consider it." Asmodai said, as he bent over and started licking the increasingly frantic woman's pussy. "Mmmm, you have a lovely cunt my dear. Sweet and juicy, and from the taste I won't be your first 'lover' this evening, yessss."

"My thanks Great Lord, Anna said, may I have some more skin? I need some more servants."

"What, Asmodai said, MORE? You must have an army by now! But, very well, you have been a most dedicated acolyte, so why not? If you desire a few more slaves before you become mine in Hell I see no harm in that, especially since they will become mine as well when your time is up." He raised his head and smiled at the bound woman who had started to moan in helpless reaction to his tongues activities; he was quite skilled, and said, "Excuse me for a second my dear, don't go anywhere."

The demon Lord made a gesture in the air, and glowing sigils formed, then faded away. He spoke a word of power, there was an electrical crackle, and two creatures appeared inside the pentagram. They looked around nervously, and then prostrated themselves as soon as they saw the demon. Asmodai looked at the creatures, then at Anna, and said,

"Will these do?"

"Yes Great Lord, Anna grunted; seconds away from another orgasm, I have provided a, ugggghhhh, suitable, UGGH, c-container, aahhhhh-AAHHHHHH!!!"

The demon bent over, and said, "Got it! Now hold still you two miserable things." He bent over, and digging his claws into the first creature's skin he ripped off a strip with a wet tearing sound; the creature shrieking in pain, and then dropped the piece of skin in the large glass jar full of liquid. The strip of skin writhed and curled in the jar like it was alive, which it was. Then he ripped off several more pieces of skin, the creature finally passing out, and added them to the jar's contents. As he approached the next creature it whimpered and squealed, trying to crawl away, but he put a hoof on one of its legs to hold it down, and reaching down did the same thing to it, the jar now full of churning bloody fluid, pieces of skin breaking the surface only to disappear again. He put lid on the car and tightened the clamps. "It is done." He said.

Anna gulped a little; while she was a sadist and enjoyed watching others suffer she usually drew the line at actual physical disfiguration. She had never seen the Great Lord 'collect' the skin before; he had always brought to her after making a previous request.

Asmodai noticed the queasy look on Anna's face, and looked at the two bloody creatures. "Oh, don't worry about them, it grows back, he said. They'll get a few days off from their duties and a big meal when we get home, they're used to it. Aren't you my sweets?" He said as he scratched one of the beasts under the chin, and it licked his hand affectionately.

"And now, Asmodai said as he stood up, my cock is aching." He hopped up on the top of the altar and tore off the heavy cuffs around the girls ankles, then crouching he lifted her up and slid between her spread kicking legs, and guided his huge cock into her exposed and spread pussy, grunting in pleasure as it sank in deeper and deeper as he brutally penetrated her, inch after inch disappearing from view, her abdomen bulging. The girl arched herself, her body rigid, toes and fingers clenched as her pussy stretched and stretched, it should have been impossible for her to accommodate a cock that size, but then again he WAS a demon. He hilted, and gripping her around the waist started fucking her brutally while he bellowed in pleasure, tears streaming from the girls eyes as drool spurt from around the gag as she screamed in agonizing pleasure.

Anna watched the brutal feral coupling on the altar, her eyes dazed with lust as Slith sped up his thrusts, wishing it was her servicing the Great Lord, her writhing under his thrusts. She could see his baseball sized balls slapping against the girls thighs as he took her and made her his slave for all eternity. She's so lucky, Anna thought, and then screamed as she had her most intense orgasm yet, Slith's cool cum filling her ass and pussy until it ran down her thighs. Then, regretfully, she closed the pentagram and the horrendous sight on the altar disappeared in a puff of red smoke, leaving only the altar behind, the demon and his new slave gone. With an exhausted hiss Slith pulled out of her, and she slumped across the podium. Ohhh, that had been wonderful! He licked the back of her neck, and she murmured,

"Go get the two new servants ready for us, my love. I'll make sure the Great Lord really is gone, and then bring the skin."

She gave a groan and stretched, watching as the familiar slithered out of the room at a surprising speed. He might be a reptile, but he was no sluggard. He could slither faster than a man could run, she knew, she'd seen him do it. She redid the spell to close the pentagram, then cast a spell which would reveal any demonic being that might be using invisibility or other methods to 'hide in plain sight', but as she expected there was nothing. It never hurt to be methodical though, better that then being dragged down to Hell before the agreed upon date, not that she had any intention of keeping that date. She entered the pentagram and picked up the heavy jar. It shook in her hands from the movement of the living swathes of skin 'swimming' in the nutrient bath of blood. She held the jar up and counted at least a half dozen pieces, excellent! More then enough.

I sat up with a start and blinked my eyes as a bright light suddenly snapped on, after the total darkness the light stabbed my eyes painfully, and I closed them in reaction. I opened them again, squinting when I heard the heavy metal door I'd gotten a glimpse of open; the hinges needed oil. Then, despite the bright light, they snapped open as I started at what came through the door. Snake! BIG fucking snake! With arms?? The THING slithered over to me while I stared with bulging eyes, and with a quick slash of some really nasty claws it cut the ropes around my ankles. Then it snapped a leash on the collar around my neck, and hissed,

"Get up man, the Missstresss wantsss you! Ssssss, come!"

"What the fuck are YOU?" I blurted.

"I am your MASSSTER!" The snake hissed, and its tail lashed across my face with a crack, making my head ring.

"MOTEHR FUC....!" I started to say, CRACK!

"Sssssss!! Dissobedience isss punisshed!" the thing hissed, as its tail lashed me even harder, and I felt my lip split.

I'm not stupid, so, eyes watering from the painful blows, I shut up. The snake thing gave the leash a hard yank, so I staggered to my feet; not easy to do with my hands tied behind my back, and followed it, still buck naked. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be smart to step on the things tail, so avoided its coils as I followed it down a concrete hallway, more metal doors lining one side at regular intervals. Where the HELL was I, anyway; it looked like a prison, and what WAS this monster! It talked, so I guess it was intelligent, but what WAS it!?! An alien, sick medical experiment??

We entered another room, it was fairly large and there were several tables that looked like those you saw in examining rooms, or morgues. You know; big stainless steel ones with raised edges to catch...fluids. The snake grabbed me and heaved me up on one, then forced me onto my stomach, and attached cuffs to my ankles, then my wrist; struggling was useless, and then tightened the restraints until I was lying eagle spread on my face, the table cold and greasy feeling against my naked skin. Then it left with a sibilant rasping sound from its scales as they glided over the smooth tile floor. I struggled a little bit, and then stopped as it was a waste of time. Well, shit.

A short time later the door to the room opened again, and the snake returned. It was leading a pretty young woman; as nude as I was, by a leash, and I recognized her from the same party I'd been grabbed at. Considering the situation I didn't get aroused even though she was good looking. She had an almost dazed look on her face, like she didn't really believe this was happening. The snake lifted her up effortlessly; it was incredibly strong, put her on the table next to mine, and a short time later she was also restrained lying on her stomach. Then the snake man left again.

"Hey, hey Miss! I whispered loudly, do you know where we are, what the fuck is going on? MISS!" She turned her head and looked at me, a strange little smile on it, and said, "Oh man, this is a really weird trip! That was some good shit!"

Oh, fucking great, I thought, an addict! And high to boot! "Look lady, I said, this isn't a dream, I wish it was! Your wrists look really slim; can you wiggle out of those cuffs??" She just smiled that stupid little smile back at me, and giggled! Then it was too late, I heard the door open again.

I turned my head and watched as the snake entered again, then was followed by another nude woman. At first I thought she was another prisoner, but the lack of any ropes or a leash made it evident she wasn't, and was carrying a big glass jar full of something. She walked over next to my table, and set the jar down on the table next to the one I was bound to. Then she walked over to a medical cabinet against one of the walls and rummaged around for a second, and when she turned she had great big tongs in her hand. She smiled, and walked back towards the table and I had a perfect view of her nude body; and she was a looker too, but I still didn't feel much arousal. I was too fucking scared. That snake thing was just too freaky.

"Lady, I said, would you please tell me what the fucking HELL is going on?" Then a scaly tail slid around my throat and squeezed, and my eyes bugging out as I gasped and tried desperately to breathe. "Huh, huhhh, wheeeezzzee!"

"Rule Number One, the lady said, servants don't speak unless first spoken too. Understand big boy?"

Gasping I nodded my head; please! Then I took a deep painful breath as the tail let my throat go.

"Good, the naked lady said, Rule Number Two; anytime you address me you will call me Mistress, or Mistress Anna, no exceptions. Is that clear? Fail to obey the rules and you will be...punished in a variety of interesting ways."

I nodded my head, but didn't say anything. Perfectly clear, you psycho bitch, I thought.

"Good, the lady said again, now, you may ask one question, I'm in a good mood, but just one."

"What the Hell is going on?" I asked, and felt the snakes tail start to curl around my neck again, "MISTRESS!" I added hurriedly, and the tip of the tail gave my nose a tweak and withdrew.

"Good question, the lady said. Weelllll, I guess you could say this is a job interview of sorts. You see, you and the young lady are my newest, um, servants. Or soon will be." Then she walked over to the other table, took the lid off the jar, and started poking around with the tongs. "Here fishy, fishy!"

"Umm, Mistress, look, no offense, but I already have a job." And your interview techniques really bite, I thought. And if you want sex, just ask! And what IS that snake thing?? But I didn't speak the last part out loud, the afore mentioned snake thing was eyeing me closely.

"No, you HAD another job, she said. You work for me now. Your name is John Ridgeway Cunningham, and you are an expert mechanic who works on German, Italian, and British cars. I need a good mechanic, and picked you for those skills and for various other reasons." She did something in the jar, and muttered "Slippery little devils." Then she turned around, and was holding something in the tongs. It looked like a piece of hairy black rubber, and was twisting and curling, bloody looking fluids dripping from it. Smiling, she came over and held it close to my face where I could see it, and I pulled my head back in revulsion.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?!" I asked in disgust

"This? It's your incentive to be a good, loyal, servant to your Mistress." She said, and then dropped the wriggling thing on my back!! It felt surprisingly warm, and I felt it squirming.

"OH FUCKING GODDAMN IT, I bellowed, GET THAT THE FUCK OFF OF ME YOU CRAZY BITCH!!"

Slith gave an angry hiss and started forward, but Anna waved him back. Under the circumstances she was willing to make...allowances for rude behavior.

I felt it flopping around on my back, the touch felt warm and wet, and made my skin crawl. Then I gasped as I felt it DIG into my skin! That's the only way I can describe it, it felt like it was burrowing under my skin, and it hurt like a SOB. It seemed to tighten and push its way into my skin, and I bucked as I felt it put out ROOTS and dig into my spine! And it felt like my own skin was being ripped off. At first it was a localized area on my upper back, but then I felt it start to...spread!

"GET IT OFF, PLEEAASSSEEE!! I wailed, Pleeasseee, it's hurting me!!"

The woman just smiled, fished around in the jar again, grabbed another one of whatever the horrible things were, put the lid on, and then walked over to the girl; who seemed to have fallen asleep, and dropped the thing on her back. I could see it, and it looked like a chunk of scaly red skin, or...hide? The thing wriggled, and then flattened out and started to squirm its way into the girl's skin, blood welling up, and she moaned in her sleep.

"Ohhh God", I moaned, it hurt like a SOB, I could feel it seeping into me, felt a horrible ache building in my spine. "What IS that, please, take it OFF!"

"Actually, I'm afraid God has nothing to do with this, she said, it's from the other, er, side."

"W-hat???" I sobbed, the horrible burning and itching had spread all over my back and rear, and I could feel SOMEthing inside of me also branching out as it invaded my body. My spine suddenly spasmed, and with loud pops and cracks I felt the base start to push out through my skin, tearing it open. Oh God, it's eating me alive!! At least that's what it felt like.

"Neeeeyyyaaaaaaaa!!" I screamed, arching as my whole spine writhed and contorted, convulsing and twisting. "PPLLEEAAAASSEEEE HELP ME!" I sobbed.

"It's a parasite, or maybe symbiote would be closer, I guess you could say, though a rather nasty one." Anna told the moaning shuddering man, watching as greasy black fur spread across his body, the edges burrowing under his skin causing drops of blood to well up and form before the skin greedily absorbed them. "It's a neat little goody I get from my Lord and master the demon Great Lord Asmodai. It's a piece of skin from a demonic creature, and once it starts to merge with a human host it takes over, unless I stop it, but beyond a certain point even I can't stop it."

I gave a loud scream as I watched black fur crawling down my arms preceded by curls of my own skin and rivulets of blood as it literally burrowed under my skin and then seemed to...eat it, and felt it wrapping around my torso and joining somewhere on my stomach and chest, then flowing downward, and with a groan felt what could only be a tail keep pushing out from the base or my spine, and I could feel the horrible furry skin spreading down my thighs and legs, and gave a grunt as a strangely pleasurable feeling started building in my loins. "Ugggggh!" what was happening down there?? I felt my penis rub painfully against the table, so lifted myself as much as I could and felt it spring forward to rub against my now furry stomach, It felt so...weird.

"Uggggghhhh, please....it hurts." I moaned. I was also aware of squeals and gibbering shrieks coming from the similarly 'infected' girl. She was definitely awake now and turning my head I could see her arching her back and shrieking, the red scales having spread over most of her body at an incredibly fast rate, blood staining the table she was lying one, the same as it was staining mine.

Anna watched in glee as the man rapidly became less and less human, once the skin took hold it didn't take long, and the rest of the body followed. No matter how often she watched this it never got old, and she felt her sex growing wet. Seeing a human becoming something that wasn't human anymore was such a turn on! She stepped back to avoid his now much longer lashing red scaly tail.

"Uggggh, ohhhhh!! Oh no, please!" I slobbered, staring in horror as the skin flowed over my hands and fingers, and softening my flesh and bones reformed them into long fingers ending in nasty looking claws that erupted with little squirts of blood and torn nails, and I screamed as I felt it crawling over my scalp an down my forehead and around my eyes as it covered my face, my screams growing garbled as my skull softened and started changing shape and my jaws began to push out.

"NO, NO, PLLLEEEAAASEEEEE!!" I squealed in agony, WHAT'S IT DOOOING TO MEEEE!! NOOOOOOO!!! ACCCKKKK!! UGGHEERRGGG!!"

Anna turned her attention from the bucking grunting man to the squirming and moaning girl, who was now awake and was finally aware something was wrong. She smiled in approval at the sleek red scaled hide now covering most of the girl's torso and watched as it quickly moved down her arms and legs, her hair starting to fall out as scales spread across her head. Hmmm, she thought, Slith is going to like her! Maybe I'll give her to him as his personal pet.

I mewled through my growing muzzle, long tongue licking over still growing fangs, still not really believing what was happening to me, staring at my hand/paws as my claws scrabbled against the metal table. This was impossible, insane!! But I could feel it spreading over, and through, me. With a moan I turned my head, and choked in horror when I saw the girl, or what used to be the girl. A reptilian thing thrashed on the table, the slender body covered with red scales, long tail with black spines down the back lashing at the air, high pitched squealing hisses of pain coming from it. It suddenly turned its head and I squealed in horror as its face, still partially human, stared at me in agony, one human and one reptilian eye staring at me. It opened it's still forming snout and squealed, forked tongue licking out. Oh God, I thought, Oh God no!! As I watched the human eye dimmed and turned white like it had cataracts, then cleared into another cold emotionless reptile's eye. The thing gave a screeching hiss, and tore loose one of its wrist restraints, wickedly clawed hand slashing wildly.

"Hold it!" Anna said, and Slith grabbed the lizard creature's arm and held it down. She took a small metal rod from a drawer on the side of the table; spoke a word of power, then pressed the now white hot tip to the writhing lizard woman's rump, and the creature shrieked in pain, but quickly calmed down. Then she turned to the other creature, his change was over and he'd collapsed from exhaustion, but he gave a squealing scream when she pressed the brand into his hairy flank. It was over with, now to explain things to her two newest 'servants'.

"You are mine; now and forever." She said as she finished the spell of binding. "Let them up", she said to Slith, who obediently undid the heavy cuffs from around the two new Hell beasts wrists and ankles.

With a squeak of pain I rolled off the side of the table and held on to it for support, staring down in confusion as my hairy body, the long black claws on the tips of my fingers leaving scratches in the steel table they were so sharp. I stood up shakily, and looked down at myself. Nooo, I thought, oh nooooo, please! My penis was gone, replaced by what could only be a thick penis sheath that led to a huge bulge at the base of my thighs and top of my, my...tail. My legs looked funny, they bent the wrong way, and long narrow paw/feet supported my oddly stanced body, and I held onto the table tightly, I was leaning so far forward I thought I'd fall over if I let go. I looked over my shoulder; my neck was much longer, and saw a hairy back and a long dark pink scaly looking tail, a really long tail, that twitched randomly. And I was looking down a long blunt fur covered muzzle ending in a wet black nose, whiskers quivering.

"NOOOOO, EEEEKKKKKKK!! SQWEEEEEEEKKKK!" I screamed, lowering my head and closing my eyes to hide the horrible sight. Nooo, that can't be me!!! That's a RATS body!

Anna smiled as the two creatures examined themselves, the Hell Rat holding the side of the table with his eyes tightly shut making little squealing sounds, and the Hell Lizard was sitting on the side of the table scratching and clawing at her scaly arms, hissing loudly in evident distress, forked tongue flicking frantically. She smiled as she noticed the appraising look Slith was giving the Lizard, well; he'd be getting to know her better later. It would be fun to watch, he was always so...energetic with other reptiles. She waited a while longer to let them realize what had happened to the was very real, then said,

"OK you two, listen to me!" She smiled as both inhuman heads turned to regard her, the female lizard's reptilian eyes cold and emotionless, the rats large dark red wet looking eyes dazed and confused, both pairs of eyes glowing faintly. The rat lifted up a hand/paw, looked at it, and gave a soft squeak of dismay.

"That's right, it's all real, Anna said, you're not human anymore, either of you. You, John, are now a Hell Rat, and you, Beth, are now a Hell Lizard. You are my slaves, or servants as I prefer to call you as after all slavery is illegal, isn't it? But then that only applies to humans, which you most definitely aren't anymore. But, I can at least return you to more human forms, if I so choose. Would you like that? Or, I can leave you as you are now, should you prove troublesome." She held up two medallions on chains for them to see. "These medallions have a spell cast on them, if you put them on you will return to as much a human form as is possible. If not, well, you will stay as you are, for now, but the change isn't quite complete, it's just slowed down for awhile. Remain like this for too long, and it will become permanent and irreversible."

I blinked as I listened t her. Hell Rat, slave, medallion, NOT complete?? But some part of me knew she was telling the truth, I was both of those. The old 'me' was gone, forever. I looked at the lizard thing, her chest now as flat as mine, no sign of any sex except for a fold of skin between her legs. She didn't show any emotion, but her whole body was trembling. I blinked again, tears staining the fur on my muzzle, and said,

"Please don't , eekkk, leave us like this. Please, it hurts!" And it did hurt, my whole body was sore, and felt...violated. And I could feel something nibbling at my mind, wanting in. "Pleasseee Mistresss!" I squealed. My body was no longer human, and the thought of my mind becoming equally inhuman terrified me utterly. What if it took over, and I forgot everything? What if I became an, an animal completely.

"Very well, Anna said, since you are my servants and changelings I control your very form. I can leave you as beasts; and the longer you wear those forms the more you will change until you finally become the beast inside as well until nothing human remains, or, if you serve me well and faithfully I can be merciful. So if you wish to serve me faithfully never take the medallions off unless you are told to."

She handed the medallions to Slith, and he quickly looped them around the necks of the two terrified creatures, she knew they wouldn't protest.

I bent over and hissed as a tingling warmth suddenly radiated out from the medallion and filled my body, and shuddered as I changed again, and gasped as I felt the horrible alieness my own body had become start to feel more...normal again. I leaned forward breathing heavily with my eyes closed; my skin feeling like it was writhing, my body shrinking and changing shape again, but there was no pain this time, only a vague discomfort, until the feeling faded, then I bent over and vomited a mass of black and red goo that looked like coffee grounds and tar. Then I stood up again, still leaning on the table, and felt much better.

Anna watched as the Rat gripped the side of the table and managed to remain upright, his body trembling, and the lizard fell over on her back, her legs and tail kicking and flailing. Then she watched as the fur and scales flowed again, receding, rippling, as they withdrew, their bodies seeming to soak them up like a sponge. But she knew they were still there, just under the surface. Inside nothing human remained, at least physically. The two figures began to look more and more human, but not quite. There was no going all the way back, the 'skin' was a permanent part of them now, but she could make them 'human' enough to move about in the world without attracting attention, so long as they kept their dark glasses on and wore clothes. She waited until it was over, and then said,

"Stand up, let me have a look at you two!"

Obediently I stood up and faced her, I had no choice, I was compelled to do so in a way I can't describe. I was her slave, she, she owned me! I realized, not only my body, but my soul as well. I looked down at myself, and moaned. My body was mostly human again, except for my genitals! To my horror I still had a penis sheath, and a large oblong scrotum that was nothing human, both covered in black fur as where the insides of my thighs. The girl gave a soft sob, and looking over I saw she had her breasts back, but her own crotch had a vertical slit in the middle of some faint bellybands, a fold of tough looking skin hiding her cloaca. She was sexed as a female reptile. She looked at me and I found myself staring at a reptiles eyes, cold looking and emotionless, and a forked tongue flicked out of her mouth. Oh shit, I thought. I didn't know which was worse, her or me, but we were both abominations.

"So long as you serve me well I will let you keep the most human form I can, Anna said, except when I need you to assume your true forms. Which will be necessary under certain, um, conditions, or for various purposes. But as I said, wear the medallions at ALL times, if you take them off the spell will cease working and you will take on you true forms again. Displease me and I will change you again, for good, and next time my demonic Master is summoned I will give you to him. Do you understand?"

Numbly I nodded, as did the woman. I didn't say anything, I couldn't think of anything TO say. What did you say to someone who'd just turned you into a monster and owned you now??

"Good! Now Slith will take you to meet the rest of the staff. They will, er, explain a lot of things to you, and fill you in on your duties as well. Now don't look so depressed, there are some rather enjoyable perks, plus you are guaranteed employment for life! Talk about job security! Ha!"

I followed the snake man, who now didn't seem that weird anymore, not after what had happened, and what I'd become, and that poor girl. She was walking in front of me and I could see a raised ridge on her back covered in red scales with a black stripe in the center from the middle of her shoulder blades down to her ass cheeks, and at the base of her spine a short tail. I shuddered, and felt behind my own rear, oh God, I had one too! A short tail about a foot long that wiggled when I touched it, oh God! But it had been much larger before. It looked like we were in some sort of bunker or something, and climbed a spiral staircase that excited through a hidden passage into something that looked like some kind of a dormitory. The snake guy hissed,

"Thisss isss the ssservants quartersss when you will livvve now. I will leave you now, I mussst return to the the Misstresss."

We just stood there in the hallway, naked, shocked, traumatized, whatever you wanted to call it. I stared at her, and she stared at me, but I made no move to comfort her. I felt like I wanted to start screaming and never stop. I looked around, then started as I felt someone touch my arm, and it was the girl. Even with her cold emotionless eyes I could feel what she needed, and without a word we hugged each other, each of us needing the comfort. There was nothing sexual about it, right then sex was as far from our minds as possible, especially now, seeing as we weren't human, down there, anymore. Finally we pulled apart, and shivering, the lizard girl asked,

"What do we do now? Then she looked at me, and said, your eyess, do they...are they all right? Doess it hurt?"

I felt a moment of panic, "What, what do you mean?? What about my eyes?"

"They, they're sssolid..., you don't have any pupilss." She said, tongue flicking out.

"I don't have any pupils?" I said numbly, but I could see just fine, in fact my eyesight seemed exceptionally sharp, but there was an odd reddish tint to everything almost like I was looking through slightly red tinted lenses. And my sense of smell, somehow I knew someone was coming, and turned just as a door at the end of the hallway opened.

"Oh, hello, said a woman in an old fashioned maid's uniform, I didn't know there was anyone here this time of day." She didn't seem embarrassed at all to find two naked...things in the hallway. I noticed she was wearing dark glasses, which seemed kind of weird to do in doors. Then she walked a little closer, and said "Oh my, you're the new servants, aren't you? That snake could have at least let us know you were waiting here!"

I stared at her and felt a little shiver run up my spine, she wasn't human either, she didn't smell...right, in fact she smelled like...me! Oh my God, I realized, she's a Rat too, a female! I just kept staring like a dummy. She came closer; right up to me, and I flared my nostrils and sniffed, and she did the same. Suddenly I was very much aware I was naked; it mattered again, and to my horror I felt a stirring in my sheath, and looking down saw a dark red tip start to emerge.

"Oh, jeezzz, ohhhh , I'm sorry!" I said, and tried to cover myself.

The Rat woman smiled, with pointed fangs showing, and said, "It's OK, I don't mind at all, you can't help it. You'll understand soon enough." She took her dark glasses off, and I saw she had solid blood red eyes, no pupils. "That's right, she said, mine are just like yours, I'm a Hell Rat too."

I staggered, and she caught me, her face suddenly filled with concern. "Come with me, both of you, I'll take you to some empty room s so you can lie down and rest. I remember how hard it was, at first. She led us down the hall, and we stopped at a door, and she told the lizard woman,

"This one is for you honey, I'll send someone to check on you shortly, and bring some clothes."

She helped me along; I was still shaky on my feet, and pushed open another door. The room was plain; queen sized bed, wardrobe/closet, sturdy desk and chair, chest of drawers, and zilch. She took me over to the bed, and I sat down and stared at the floor, trying to ignore the horrible embarrassment of my semi-erect penis, as I had sat down a couple of more inches had poked out, it looked...wrong. And she smelled so, so female! She touched my cheek, and I looked up into her bizarre blood red eyes, and she said,

"I need to let them know you're here, but I'll be back in a little while. I know you have a million questions, and I'll try to answer them as best I can. I'm going off duty so I'll have some time to spend with you. Get some sleep for now though." Suddenly there was a hissing wail from the room next door. The Rat female sighed, and said, "Probably saw her own eyes for the first time; guess I'd better check on her, poor thing. See you later honey."

"Wait, please!" I said, not wanting to be alone. I grabbed her arm, and when she looked at me with those strange eyes I let go right away. "I, I, uh, thank you." She didn't reply, but she smiled as she shut the door behind her. I almost followed.

I didn't bother to turn on the light in the room; even though there were no windows and the only light was a small night light I could see just fine, it was kind of weird though, everything had a kind of reddish tinted outline to it, but not like infra-red or night vision. It was perfectly clear, just red hued. That alone didn't bother me that much, it was everything put together. I got up and looked in the small mirror over the chest of drawers, and she was right, my eyes were solid red and glowed slightly. You probably wouldn't notice it in daylight, but in the dark it was noticeable. They looked, well, demonic. I leaned and looked closer, and up close I could see a faint outline of something, just a slightly lighter area in the center of my eyes, but a few inches away you couldn't make it out. I guess they were pupils of some kind, they just weren't visible. Otherwise my face looked pretty 'normal', until I open my mouth and saw my fangs, they weren't that big, but those sharp teeth were definitely fangs. I ran a black tongue over them, a tongue that was way too long. I finally shut my mouth so I wouldn't have to look at them anymore.

Next I looked at the medallion on the chain around my neck, it was a five pointed star in a circle with a symbol of some kind in the center; I figured it wasn't a Star of David, and it looked like real gold, but felt warm and greasy to the touch. I didn't dare take it off, so dropped it with distaste.

I sat back down on the bed and finally worked up the courage to look at the most obvious sign of my...change, my weird genitals. I spread my legs with a grimace to have a look. My balls were, well, huge. But my scrotum was tighter, they didn't sag at all, and were snug against my body. The firm pouch containing the two large oblong testes went back between my legs onto the base of my short tail. The tip of my penis poked out of the mouth of the short thick sheath, and when I stood up it slid back inside. As near as I could tell it never went completely 'flaccid', but was always at least semi-rigid, and the feel as it slid in and out was...nice. I wondered if real rats were like that, at least the non-demonic kind. I don't know which was worse, the fact it was so weird looking, or that it felt so...normal. I had fur on my chest and stomach, but it was thicker lower down, and to my dismay my toes were longer and still had nasty black claws. Thankfully my hands seemed normal, though my nails were thicker, but not quite claws. The fur dusted my legs and shoulders, but my arms were fairly free. At least my ears weren't pointed, but I found I had amazing control over them, and could flick them around despite the fact they looked pretty human. I had no idea of what they had looked like when I was in my 'normal' form, as the 'Mistress' had put it. I shuddered at that horrible memory, of having an animal's body. This was bad enough, that had felt, well, vile.

I was so busy 'playing' with myself I didn't notice it at first as the door opened, though I realized I had been aware of sounds in the hallway. My hearing was incredible now. But when the doorknob turned I lifted up my head and watched as the Rat woman came back into the room. And she was butt naked, but was carrying a bundle of clothes and a bag of something in her arms. But I could see her breasts, two very nice ones with large nipples, covered in dusting of downy fur. I felt what I can only describe as a 'surge' in my sheath, and looking down watched in horror as my penis came sliding out. It was dark red, wet looking, the tip bluntly pointed with no glans or corona, and had an odd fluted/twisted shape, and was at least ten inches long! With a horrified squeak of total embarrassment I grabbed a pillow and put it in my lap and tried to pretend I didn't have a raging boner. God, I hope she didn't see that! How embarrassing, but why was SHE naked??

The Rat woman laughed, and walked over to the chest of drawers and sat down her load, and yes, she was completely naked, I could see her very nice ass, and own short tail, and... something dark pink at the base as it wiggled, and without even realizing it flared my nostrils and took in her scent, she smelled nice. She finished setting down the bundle of clothing, sat the bag down, and then turned around, and my jaw dropped. She had SIX more tits! Three smaller pairs under the full sized 'human' ones, the others much smaller but well formed, also with large nipples. I must have looked silly because she laughed, and said,

"Like them honey?"

My mouth still hanging open, I just nodded at first. Then I shut my mouth with a snap, and managed to say, "Um, why are you, I mean...?"

"You mean naked? Several reasons, the main one is because 'servants' don't wear clothes when they're 'off duty'; since we're 'animals' Mistress Anna doesn't allow it. She says it helps 'remind us of our...place'. It's cheaper too." She said bitterly.

"That's, that's wrong, and sick. I said, how can she expect people to run around naked all the time? I mean, we ARE intelligent, whatever we are."

"You get used to it honey, besides, being like we are kind of gives you a new, er, outlook on the term 'naked' anyway. It's not as, well, embarrassing anymore. It almost feels natural in a way."

"What, what ARE we?" I moaned, keeping the pillow firmly over my now aching erection. The way she smelled! God, I wanted to, to...I took another deep breath, oh God! I'd never felt such lust, her scent!

"We, she said, are Hell Rats. Get used to it, you're a demon now, damned, but as far as demons go we're very minor. We're, well, Rats. Vermin basically, even in Hell. At least that's what we've been told, I've never been there, and I'm not looking forward to going. But we have no choice, in about ten years we're all going to Hell."

"H-Hell?? I stammered, but WHY?? I mean, I'm no saint, but Hell??"

"Because when the Mistress goes, so do all her 'servants', we have no choice in the matter. The second she put the 'skin' on us we stopped being human. It's fucked up, but nothing we can do about it. We'll be slaves in Hell too, we'll just have a new boss."

"I, but, can't we get help? Tell someone? I said, I mean, this is wrong! Surely someone can help us?!"

She sighed, and sat down on the bed next to me, and I could feel her body heat, and her scent was much stronger. Ohhhh, oh my... I pushed the pillow down on my throbbing erection, it felt damp. Her scent...!

"No, we can't. She said, we can't do anything against her, anything to harm her or against her orders. You'll understand soon enough just what we are. But another reason I'm naked; why we all are, and she reached over and rubbed my arm, is it's much easier to mate like that."

"M-Mate, Eeek!?" I squeaked, and it did sound like a squeak. I clutched the pillow and gave small moan of lust. This was, was wrong! How could be turned on after what had just happened to me!? And she wasn't even human, she had EIGHT tits!

"Yes, she said, mate. You know, a male and a female that like each other take their clothes off, then..."

"I KNOW what it means, I said, but this is kind of, well, sudden." But my cock was throbbing, oh how I wanted her! "I mean, I don't even know your name!" I blurted out.

"I'm sorry, she said, my name is Beth, or at least that's the one the Mistress gave me. And one of the few good things about being what we are now is we're sexually insatiable, and we don't waste time with stuff like dating or giving each other candy anymore. Like I said, you'll understand what I mean as soon as you adjust some more. But this will...help. I can smell your arousal, and I want you too. You're a very handsome male."

And she leaned over a little closer and kissed me, one of her breasts brushing against my arm, and that was all it took. I felt a rush of lust unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and with what sounded like snarls we kissed again, but this time it was a full blown kiss as we ground our lips together and pushed our tongues into one another's mouths. I was no stranger to kissing, or sex, but this was different, there was an intensity and need, and my red tinted vision became even redder as my heart thundered in my chest. Her scent, it was changing, I, I needed...to...she was so...so female!

I reached up and cupped one of her upper breasts and she literally growled as I rubbed her hard rubbery nipple between my fingers. I put my other arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, kissing her as hard as I could while my free hand went from breast to breast, her nipples all swollen and stiff. She pulled the pillow off my lap and ran a hand over my genitals sack and squeezed, and I moaned into her mouth as her other hand found, and started stroking my strange shaft. With a gasp I pulled back and breathed heavily, mouth open. Ohhhh, I'd never felt anything like that before!! With a grunt I pushed her over on her back, slid between her legs, and mounted her. She gave a soft screeching hiss and opened her legs wide, and locked her legs around my waist as I took her fast and brutal, and it was an animal coupling more than anything else, there was nothing gentle or intelligent about it. I just fucked her as hard and fast as I could, both of use squealing and grunting in bestial lust and pleasure. It was wonderful and horrible and it terrified the human part of me. Part of me was appalled, I'd never takne a woman so quickly or brutally before, but it also felt so...right. And when I climaxed I screamed it was so intense, a combination of pain and pleasure. As I dismounted from her I was horrified at what I'd just done, it had been more like rape than anything else. I sat up and looked down at my still fully rampant erection and realized I wanted her again, already. No, I thought, not like that, not again! Not like a, a...rat! She sat up too, with a moan of what sounded like pleasure. "Mmmm, you really needed that, didn't you honey, that was nice!"

"Nice?? I said in surprise. You enjoyed that!? I raped you! It was, I was, like an animal, it wasn't making love! I couldn't control it! I, I raped you! Damn it, we're NOT animals, we're NOT!"

"NO honey, she said, you didn't. You mated with me, big difference. And believe me I wanted it, needed it, just as badly as you did. And we ARE animals, we're not human anymore! Don't you realize that yet? We don't think about sex the same way we used to, we can't. I know it's hard at first. But rape?? Definitely not. And we DO make love to one another, quite often. Once we get the, um, preliminaries over it gets even better. But no, you didn't rape me, you gave me great pleasure. It's one of the few things that make being what we are bearable."

"But it, it's not...natural..." I mumbled, but oh how I wanted her again!

"We're not natural." She said, and reached over and gave my balls a gentle squeeze. "Now come on, enough talking, let's get to know one another better. I want you again."

The next few hours were memorable to say the least. I had lost my 'virginity' as a Hell Rat, and I began to realize just how much she had told me about being insatiable was true. The next two times were just as quick and intense as the first, mere animal couplings, both of us grunting and squealing like beasts as we 'mated'. But once the 'edge' was taken off our mutual need it became something much more 'human' like, but still bestial at the same time. I think it was the sheer intensity of our needs, the uninhibited nature of our couplings, that so shocked me, at least at first. I had always liked long slow foreplay as my lover and I would explore one another's bodies, then equally long slow lovemaking. This was fast and frenzied, almost desperate, and I never even got a close look at her pussy until I'd fucked her three times, very thoroughly and complete with orgasm's for both of us, and my cum spurting as I ejaculated seemed to trigger her own release most of the time. And the intense pleasure was mind blowing and added whole new meaning to how I felt about the word 'lust'. But finally, our 'needs' blunted, I was able to finally take a good look at my 'lover'.

She lay on her back breathing heavily as we came down from our third orgasms and I was lying next to her. I leaned over and gently licked, then sucked one of her nipples and she licked her lips and gave a moan of pleasure. I worked my way down from nipple to nipple, giving each one my full attention, sucking and nibbling; being careful of my fangs, and she made happy sounds and little squeaks, and as I got lower spread her legs for me. Like me she had fur on most of her body, fairly thin on her breasts, but thicker lower down. Her sex wasn't quite human, it was human in appearance, but larger and her clitoris was on the bottom of her vagina instead of the top. Which made sense I guess as a Hell Rat's preferred position for mating was with the male behind and the female down on all fours, no matter what form we were in. That doesn't mean the missionary position isn't popular though. Her lips were dark pink and kind of rubbery and puffy looking, and her clitoris was a fairly large knob, and she had incredible control over her vaginal muscles. I could mount her and remain perfectly still, and her pussy would literally suck my cock until I came. But I didn't find that out until later, for now I just wanted to examine every bit of her, driven by intense curiosity. And she smelled so wonderful, so female, so right. I pressed my nose against her wet swollen sex and took a deep breath, and shuddered from theincredible intensity of her pheromones. Ohhhh, man, it was almost a drug like rush as her scent filled my nose and lungs. I ran my tongue out and licked her labial lips, then gently nibbled at her clitoris and she gasped and gave a soft squeal, her legs kicking weakly.

"Ohhh, eeekkkkk, that's nice honey, ugh, ugh, don't stop, please don't! Eeeek!" She moaned. "Mmm, ohhhh, eek, eeekkk!"

And believe me I had NO intention of stopping. I pushed my tongue in deeper; did I mention it's much longer now, and as I probed her depths her pussy sucked at my tongue and she gently held the back of head, then suddenly she arched and gave a deep guttural squeal, and I felt a gush of her sexual juices wash over my tongue and lips and lapped eagerly, my eyes rolling up from the sheer overwhelming taste and smell of her, her fluids tingling on my tongue and lips, the sudden explosion of her pheromones overwhelming, and I almost came myself. I made her cum with my tongue, I realized! I'd never done that before with a woman! I sat back up and we kissed long and slow, my hands roaming over her lovely breasts, it no longer bothered me in the least she had eight of them; the more the better, and she finally pulled back, and said,

"My turn honey."

I wasn't sure what she meant at first, but when she lowered her head over my crotch I figured it out pretty quick, and it was my turn to lie on my back and moan in pleasure. She massaged and fondled my aching balls, gently fondling and squeezing them while she licked and sucked my shaft. I breathed with my mouth open, gasping from the incredible feel; my cock was so much more sensitive now! "Eeek, ohhh, EEEK!" I clawed at the bed cover without even realizing it, and tried to say something, beg her to let me cum, but could only gasp and moan as the pleasure grew and grew, her warm wet lips and tongue sliding up and down my shaft. She really knew what she was doing, and was giving me the most pleasure possible, and when my cock finally exploded I grabbed the back of her head and thrust up into her throat while she sucked, and gave a high pitched squealing squeak of utter sexual euphoria as my cock pulsed and pulsed. As my cock slid from her mouth I put the back of a hand to my forehead and moaned in ecstasy as my orgasm slowly faded, my cock still dribbling cum that she lapped up.

"I, I, ohhhhh, that was, eeekk, ummmm, ohhhhh." I mumbled.

"Yes, she said, it was. You came like a hose, and your cum was delicious! That's one thing, you'll never go dry, in fact your balls will actually start to get bigger unless you keep them drained."

"Ummm, bigger?" I moaned.

"Yes, she said, but you have to be careful, if they get bigger they stay that way, they don't shrink again. Believe me, having melon sized balls might sound like fun, but anyone who has them will tell you it has its down sides. It's another reason why we're so horny all the time. We need the sex for more than just pleasure, but that IS the best part."

"You know someone with balls THAT big??" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, the poor thing, Beth said. He made the Mistress really mad one time when she was having him pleasure her, so she had him locked up for a month without having access to females, chained up so he couldn't masturbate. He went almost insane from lust, and now he's hard all the time and can hardly walk. She keeps him around as an...example. The females do what they can to help him keep from getting any larger."

Holy crap, I thought, reaching down and feeling my own balls. Melon sized, holy crap!

With a grunt I sat up and we kissed again, I put one arm around her waist and held the side of her face with the other.

"Ummmm, I said, I've never felt anything like this before, never felt so, so well, feral!"

Suddenly a high pitched shriek came from somewhere close, long and sibilant sounding. Beth smiled and said,

"It sounds like the new Lizard woman has met her welcoming committee too. They're just as horny as we are, you know, despite being reptiles."

"It sounds like they're having fun too." I said, wondering what it must be like to have sex as a reptile.

"Well, glad to hear you're having fun, but I hope you're not through?" Beth murmured as she nipped at my nose and I kissed her.

I wasn't. I stood up, and reaching down gripped one of her legs and lifted, and she knew what I wanted, and flipped over on her stomach, her rump hanging off the edge of the bed. I took my cock; the damn thing was still as hard as ever despite my having had four full blown orgasms; there was no soreness at all, and guided it into her from behind as she lifted her stubby tail for me. I hilted after several thrusts, and leaning forward started fucking her with slow even strokes, her tail rubbing against my stomach in an amazing erotic way. I rested my head on her shoulder, gasping as I serviced her, and she turned her head and licked my face, her sweet scent filling my nostrils, the taste of her saliva on my lips and in my mouth. Oh, how I loved my beautiful mate! This was much more like making love as a human, but was still so much more intense as everything was so much more sensitive, even her scent and taste was so sexually erotic. It was closest we could get to human sex though, and despite the inhuman taint it was wonderful. I held back as long as I could, but finally the beast took over and I sped up my thrusts until we both had violent climaxes that made us both squeal in ecstasy. As I dismounted I felt my penis withdrawn into my sheath leaving it drenched with our sexual fluids. It had taken five full couplings to satisfy me, at least for now. As it would turn out that was no big deal.

We rested for awhile, snuggling against one another, her warm body and scent so nice and comforting. We need that, like normal rats Hell Rats are social creatures, we hate to be alone. I'd always been a loner before, but not anymore. Maybe it was a 'misery loves company' kind of thing. Finally I got up and took a look at the pile of clothes Beth had brought in with her. There were three pairs of mechanic's coveralls, two real 3-piece suits, and some sort of weird outfit with riding type breeches. The bag had leather boots, a leather belt rig, some dark glasses in cases, and a wallet. There were also towels and some basic toiletry supplies like a comb, electric razor, manicure kit, etc. I opened the wallet, it was mine, and it seemed to have everything still in it, but some new ID's and cards as well. I set it down and took a closer look at the clothes.

"What the heck are these?" I asked, holding up the riding breeches.

"They're part of your Chauffeurs uniform." Beth said, lying on her stomach with her chin resting on her hands while she watched me. I was no longer the least bit embarrassed to be nude in front of her, nor did I think her blank red eyes were that weird anymore. In fact I thought they were rather pretty.

"My WHAT?" I said.

"That will be part of your 'duties', Beth said, to work on the Mistress's cars and drive her around when she feels like it. She usually drives herself though."

I held up the double breasted coat, and it had a little silver shield on it that was engraved "CHAUFFEURS LICENSE #1689732". "And what the Hell is THIS???" I asked.

"It's your license; the state requires all Chauffeurs to be registered. She said, you have to carry an ID in your wall too."

"But I don't have a Chauffeurs license." I said.

"You do now, Beth said, everything was arranged and taken care of before they even grabbed you."

"But how, why??" I asked.

"The Mistress has a 'staff' of specialists, Beth said, that look for a new 'servant' whenever she decides she wants one, and they find a suitable candidate. Someone 'qualified' for the position, someone who won't be missed, and is easy to 'acquire'."

"That's, that's crazy, I said, you mean they picked me just because I was what they thought she wanted?? Then they just grabbed me like it was no big deal, and did THIS to me?? That's...scary."

"Well, it helps when you're a millionaire, have powerful connections, and have been doing it for hundreds of years." Beth replied.

"Hundreds of....?" I started to say.

"Yes, Mistress Anna is almost 500 years old, Beth said, and I'm almost 150 years old. She got me right after the Civil War. She needed another maid."

"But, that's, that's impossible!" I yelped.

"Look at us, look at me!" Beth said, sitting up and spreading her arms so I could see all eight of her breasts easily. "Is THIS possible?"

"But, but...." I stammered.

"We're NOT human John, not anymore. We're demonic, we're immortal now, and we're damned. We can't go in Churches or cross consecrated ground. When she goes to Hell we'll go with her, and then spend eternity there as slaves. Frankly this is a Hell of a lot better than that as far as I'm concerned."

"But I don't feel like a demon, I said, I don't feel evil!"

"Most of us don't, Beth said, but it doesn't make any difference, we're changelings, 'Skins' as they call us, just because we weren't born like this doesn't make any difference. John, I've been like this since I was twenty years old, I don't even remember what it was like to be human. I have a feeling Hell will be just as bad for us as for regular damned souls. I doubt we'll be popular with the 'natural' Hell creatures."

"Why didn't she just get some of these Hell things in the first place, I said, why does she have to do THIS to people??"

"Because they can't change shape like we can, Beth said, and are hard to control. She told me she tried it once back in the 1800's and it didn't work. On the other hand we make excellent slaves for Mistress Anna, we can pass as human AND have demonic powers, at least physical ones."

"Like what?? I asked, fucking a lot!?"

Beth squealed with laughter, "Oh no, not just that! That's just a rather nice 'ability' of ours. No, we're bodyguards as well as servants. She also uses us to remove, um, obstacles."

"Obstacles? I asked, what 'obstacles?'.

"Other Sorceress's and witches she sees as threats or rivals to her power. We're very resistant to magic, and normal, weapons. In short, we're damn hard to kill, normal weapons can't even do it. So we make good assassins."

"Oh, Hell no, I said. She makes us KILL people?"

"Not just people, Beth said, there are other...things out there. Many magical creatures are real, believe it or not. Of them all we're about the nastiest though, so she uses us. If she tells us to kill someone, we do it, we have no choice. Only a few of the most powerful humans who deal with Hell are allowed to create things like us."

"Oh, I believe it", I said, looking down at my furry body and inhuman genitalia, remembering how my claws had put scratches in the steel table I'd ceased being human on. I shuddered thinking of what they could do to living flesh.

"Look, we don't do that very often, Beth said, and then she usually uses a few of the older servants. Chances are you and I never will be used for that purpose, we'll just spend our time waiting on her every wish, and defending her if she's attacked. It's really not that bad. I was in a workhouse when she found me, almost starved to death."

I went back over t the bed and sat down next to her again, and she took my hand and kissed it, then rubbed her cheek against it.

"I guess it won't be so bad", I said, starting to breathe heavily as my penis slid out of its sheath again, "As long as you're here." And she didn't protest when I pushed her over on her back and took her, like an animal. It took another two hours to satisfy us again. Then afterwards it was time for more serious things.

"Turn around." Beth said.

I turned around slowly, and she clapped her hands, and said, "You look so handsome!"

"I feel like an idiot!" I grumbled, looking down at the Chauffeurs uniform I was wearing. "The boots hurt my toes; they're making my claws rub! And what is it with this hat? They don't wear stuff like this anymore! I feel like I'm in the Gestapo, all I need is the armband!"

The outfit was a dark charcoal grey with double breasted coat with silver buttons, riding breeches, black leather riding boots, black leather Sam Browne belt with cross strap, and billed cap. If it was black it would look like an Allgemeine-SS uniform. The little silver badge added to the effect.

"I look like Major Hochstetter!" I grumbled.

"Who?" Beth asked in a puzzled voice.

"Major Hochstetter, the SS officer from the old Hogan's Heroes show." I replied, and clicked my heels and saluted with my arm thrown out, "Heil Myself!"

"Well, Beth said, now that you mention it the Mistress did like the SS in the war, she had a real crush on some guy named Carl. She thought the uniforms were cool. I guess that explains why it looks like that. Anyway, try on the rest. And we can get bigger size boots, I was just guessing on sizes. We need to get looser pants too, at least in the rear; I can see your tail. Makes your butt look nice though."

Except for the boots everything else fit pretty well, the mechanics coveralls were about a half size too large, but that was fine, I liked them loose when I was crawling around under a car, and that damn tail; I had to tuck it between my legs and down a pants leg, maybe I could cut holes for it since I wouldn't be wearing the coveralls in public, just to keep grease and oil off of my fur.

"What about underwear?" I asked.

"Nope, just socks to make the shoes and boots fit better, Beth said, and no pajamas either, sorry, we all sleep 'au naturel'. Now take off the suit and hang it in the wardrobe, and come with me."

"Um, do I really have to, I mean, do we really run around naked?" I asked, my embarrassment returning a little. It was one thing to be naked with someone you'd just fucked a dozen times, but otherwise, well, I still had to get used to that idea.

"Yes, Beth replied, we do. You'll get used to it. And if you get an erection, don't worry about, it happens a lot. Your penis doesn't really go 'flaccid', it has a kind of bone in it so it's at least partially hard all the time. That's why you're always a little aroused, it's just a normal reaction; you can't control it as well as you used to be able to. Don't worry; the females don't mind at all, we see it as a kind of compliment, and...invitation. But be careful, we usually accept it!"

Don't worry, she says, yeah, right. I thought, as I followed her out of the room. This is so fucking bizarre! I looked at the black fur on her back and stubby tail, our claws clicking on the floor, and so very fucking real.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we climbed a stairwell. I was looking at her rump as she climbed ahead of me, every time she raised a leg her sex blinked at me, and I felt a stir in my sheath. Oh, not already! I thought, down boy!

"To see Vincent." She replied.

"Who, or what, is a Vincent? I asked, wait, it's not that creepy snake guy is it?"

"Oh no, that's Slith, he's the Mistress's familiar, and main squeeze, 'giggle', Vincent takes care of legal matters. He's kind of like a secretary and lawyer all in one. He's one of the Mistress's oldest servants."

"Slaves you mean." I snapped.

"Always call us servants, Beth said, it's what the Mistress wants. I'll warn you right now, do NOT mess with her or be a wiseass. She might laugh, or punish you, or both. She can be very, um, unpredictable. And some of the punishments are NOT enjoyable. The worst is she'll take your medallion and leave you in your Hell form for good. After awhile like that you won't be the...same anymore."

We exited the stairwell and I found myself walking on lushly carpeted floor, the carpet thick and soft whereas the carpet in the 'servants' quarters had been budget hotel room type carpet, you know, as hard as concrete. We only passed one other 'servant' , a male Hell Lizard. He had his glasses on; even inside, and just gave us a curious glance as we passed. His sexual organs weren't visible except as a bulge in his crotch, but he had a vertical slit just like the female lizard had.

"Is Vincent in his office, Herb?" Beth asked the lizard man.

"Oh yeah, since when is he isn't? The lizard man replied, I think he lives there. This the new Rat?"

"Yes, Beth said, John, this is Herbert, Herbert, this is John."

"Well, Herbert said, the usual reply should be 'Hi, nice to meet you.' But I think under these circumstances I'll just say sorry."

"I think I know what you mean." I said, not offended at all.

"Well, sorry then. Herb said, we'll be seeing each other I guess, I'm a mechanic too, but also do general maintenance around the house and grounds. It will be nice to have some help; some of the systems on those foreign cars are just plain weird. Give me a Ford or Chevy any day. See you around."

"Cheerful fellow" I said.

"Herb? Oh, he's nice enough, for a lizard. They're kind of, well, reserved for the most part. Beth said, they're not cold blooded, but act like it a lot. And they have two cocks, isn't that weird?"

"Two?? Yeah, that is." I said, but sounded like it could be fun too.

We went up to a plain door; in fact I hadn't seen any signs or plaques, and Beth knocked, and then said "Vincent? Patty? You in there, I've got the new Rat with me."

"Come on in Beth, Patty is running some errands." A foreign sounding voice replied.

We entered an office, but the outer one was empty, so went on to the inner office; and other then being a little Spartan looked like most any lawyer's office. It had the usual lawyer's book cases full of impressive looking books no one had probably ever read, a large solid antique oak desk, comfortable chairs, a printer in one corner humming quietly to itself, a state-of-the-art PC, and the other usual fittings. One thing it lacked was any plaques or awards, or even photos, the walls were pretty much blank except for a few framed certificates. It was kind of functional...almost sterile.

"Hello Vincent, Beth said, this is the new Rat, John."

"Ah, hello Beth", said the man behind the desk as he stood up and held out his hand to me. "Nice to meet you John, but I can say I wish it was under other circumstances. I assume Beth had given you the basic rundown of your new, er, employment status?"

I knew several things about him the second I saw, and smelled, him. Male Hell Rat, clean, friendly under the circumstances, and sincere. I liked him. He was slender, kind of reminded me of David Niven, and was as naked as Beth and I, and wore an identical medallion. His accent sounded upper class British, but not the 'upper class twit' type, more the educated professor type, one who took the 'Queen's English' seriously. I could smell a female too, different from Beth, but no sign of her.

I returned his firm handshake, and replied, "If you mean I'm now a monster from Hell, the slave of a powerful Sorceress, and a sex-crazed animal, then yeah, I pretty much get the picture. Nice to meet you too."

"Yes, quite, well put. He said, I'm sure Beth has told you I manage most of the legal necessities for our Mistress. I have some papers I need you to sign."

He slid a folder across the table to me, and I glanced at a multitude of official looking documents and papers.

"What's all this for?" I asked.

"Powers of Attorney, Last Will and Testament, and other legal bother. Basically you'll be signing everything you own over to our Mistress. All property, savings, stocks and other commodities, etc."

"WHAT! OH, HELL NO!" I snarled, and threw down the folder. Beth held my arm and tried to calm me down, but to my surprise I actually snapped at her, with a hissing snarl and click of my fangs.

Vincent took the scattered papers and neatly shuffled them together. "Look, he said, I can understand your...reluctance, but we ALL have to do this. We own nothing, not even ourselves. Turning everything over to the Mistress actually makes it easier on us; it removes all legal and official ties and possible entanglements. This way no one will come looking for you, if you have any debts the Mistress pays them off. Every so often you'll 'die', and a new persona will be created. We get everything we need from her now, we have no choice. Our needs are...simple."

"Everything but freedom!" I hissed.

"You don't have to sign right now, Vincent said, but if you don't in a few days the Mistress will...punish you. I hope it won't come to that, John. Beth here is your, er, chaperone for now. She will fill you in on a lot more you need to know, including the nature of the various punishments we can be subjected to. They are quite...unpleasant to say the least."

About then I heard the outer office door open, and heard a woman's voice.

"Vincent darling, who's that in there with you? Sorry I wasn't here to screen the riff-raff!"

"Riff-raff!" Beth said in a 'hurt' tone of voice.

A pretty; and nude, female Hell Lizard came into the office, and smiling at us handed a sheaf of papers to Vincent. "Sorry dear, more nonsense I'm afraid. Hi Beth, who's your friend?"

"Hi Patty, Beth said, this is John, he's the new mechanic and Chauffeur we've been expecting."

I managed to calm down enough to be polite, "Hello Patty, I said, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Well, nice to meet you too John, such nice manners! Would you two like some coffee? I just brought brewed a fresh pot, it 's fresh ground, Mr. Picky here won't drink anything else."

"Instant! Dreadful swill." Vincent said.

Beth and I both nodded, I would KILL for a cup of coffee I realized, and Patty handed up both large mugs instead of cups. One Mug had "I love my Rat" on it, and the other had "Lizards Rule!" with a picture of a pissed off looking Iguana wearing lipstick and a wig. I snickered and almost spilled some coffee. And it wasn't until I'd sucked down half the mug that I realized the coffee was searing hot, but it had no effect at all. Beth must have seen the startled look on my face, because she said,

"We always drink it like this, tastes better. And forget about cold soda or iced tea, it tastes absolutely horrible and makes us sick. We have to stay away from sugar and sweets too."

What, I thought; no more Dr. Pepper or Pepsi! Aw,man! I was a six pack a day Dr. Pepper addict.

"Come on John, Vincent needs to get back to work, and I need to show you around the place. And turn you over to Herb to show you the garage facilities."

As we left Vincent said, "John, think about what I said, these papers need to be signed by the weekend, I can't hold them back any longer than that. The Mistress doesn't have much patience when it comes to tying up loose ends I'm afraid."

I didn't answer, just thought, Fuck the Mistress!

I followed Beth out of the offices and into the corridor again, and asked something I'd been curious about.

"Um, Beth, I noticed, smelled, in the office, it smelled like, well, errr..."

Beth giggled, and said, "You mean Patty and Vincent? Oh yes, they mate quite a lot, even though he's a Rat and she's a Lizard. You'll find we're pretty, er, versatile when it comes to partners. We even, um, well, you'll find out. Sometimes the Mistress likes us to do...things."

"What things?" I asked, rather hesitantly.

"Well, she's an acolyte to a Lust Demon, and we're minion's of his, so you can kind of guess what I'm talking about. Mistress Anna is into voyeurism pretty heavily, and has this kind of private...zoo, she calls it her 'menagerie'. She has all sorts of trained animals, and other...things."

"You mean she's a pervert AND a psycho?" I said.

Beth stopped, and to my surprise grabbed my arm, hard, and hissed, "Don't EVER call her those kind of names, not EVER! She has ways of hearing what we say even when she'd not around. John, please, she DOES not tolerate disrespect! If she wants to she can HURT us, badly, but we CAN'T die! You do NOT want to face her wrath! If you learn ANYthing, that is the most important! Be respectful, be quiet, and TRY to be unnoticed! And you keep forgetting what you are now! And what we DO sexually is not unnatural, not for us! It's what we ARE! You'll come to accept it, the easy way or the hard way. Please, let me help you take the easy way, the alternatives are too horrible to even consider."

Shocked at the intensity of her emotion I could only nod my head; I could sense she really was concerned about me, which made me take what she said even more seriously. I have a bit of a mouth on me, afraid I've always been rather irreverent towards authority, so decided I'd better watch myself. She suddenly leaned over and gave my nose a kiss, and said,

"I'm sorry if I scared you, but you needed it. The sooner you 'acclimatize' the better. Now come on, I don't know about you but I'm starving, all that lovely mating has made me hungry!"

Food! I hadn't even thought about that for...how long? The last time I'd eaten had been about, what, ohhh, at least two days ago. My stomach, also realizing it was hungry, suddenly growled, and Beth giggled. I was ravenous!

We passed out of 'executive territory' and into a 'general area'. The whole set up really did remind me of a campus of some kind. We entered double doors and it was a small cafeteria, and I could smell something. It had been for awhile, and I was literally drooling. I had to lick my lips to keep it from running down my chin. It was rather embarrassing, I'd never had that kind of problem before, but I was SO hungry! It was a rich 'wet' kind of smell, strong and tantalizing. There were a few other 'people', mainly Rats; but also a couple of Lizards, sitting at tables eating, but I didn't pay much attention to them. My sole interest was the food, and I followed Beth to a stack of trays, took one, and got in line behind her. And when I saw the 'food' I staggered and gagged. It was all raw! Great bloody slabs of raw meat, and 'stew' made from diced raw meat in spicy smelling sauces. ALL of it! No veggies, no fruit, no dessert, and it smelled absolutely delicious! I followed her in a daze as a huge raw steak was slapped down on her plate, and the Rat behind the counter waited for a few seconds, then said,

"Well, what the Hell do you want? Others are waiting you know!"

"Mellow out Bert, Beth snapped, he's brand new! This is his first meal! What's the least, um, spicy stew today?"

"Oh, sorry Buddy, the cook said, I'd recommend the goat, it's pretty tough but the gravy is excellent, or maybe a nice juicy sirloin? It was still kicking five minutes ago, ha-ha!"

"Um, er, hamana, uh..." I mumbled.

"Just give him a selection Bert, Beth said, I'm sure he'll find something he'll like."

"Um, err" I said as he heaped all sorts of stuff, all RAW, on my plate. Numbly I followed Beth to a table and sat down, tying not to look at my tray. It looked like roadkill. She threw a big chunk of bread on my tray on the way, said it was for 'sopping up the blood and gravy'.

I watched as she started eating, the word 'feeding' came to mind though. She grabbed the huge steak and tore a big bite out with her fangs, which proved they were very functional. No knife, no fork, just claws and fangs. And blood, it was all RAW. I'd heard of steak tartare, but this was, was ridiculous! She had blood all over her face and arms, and it was dripping everywhere, on her breasts too. I'm no finicky picky eater, but this was...barbaric!

"I, I can't eat this!" I finally said, even as my stomach rumbled again.

"Mffffgg, slurp, chew, wah not?" Beth asked.

"It's, it's RAW!" I said.

"And your point is...?" Beth replied, her mouth empty for a second.

"IT'S RAW!!" I said again, rather loudly, getting looks from a couple of other dinners, who were ALL pigging out on bloody meat I now noticed. The Lizards were being a little less sloppy about it; they had a weird way of sticking a chunk in their mouth, then tilting their head back and swallowing without chewing, big lumps moving down their throats.

"Try it, you'll like it, Beth said. The sirloin is excellent."

My stomach rumbled again, God I WAS so hungry! But, raw meat?? I hadn't seen anything at the counter that had been cooked; there had even been a pan of raw liver and other organs! It looked like a display in a butchers shop, or slaughterhouse, not a cafeteria.

Beth saw my continuing hesitation, and said, "John, remember, not human. This is what we eat; our digestive tracts are that of carnivores, very voracious ones. We can eat other stuff if we have to, but believe me, cooked meat tastes nasty now, and don't get me started about veggies and stuff. E-yuck!"

I looked at the heap of raw meat again, blood pooling under them, drool dripping from my chin I was salivating so much now. God, it smelled so good! I picked up a small chunk in one of the bowls and sniffed it. Beth reached over and picked a chunk out of the same bowl, ate it, and said, "MMm, not bad, the goat IS good today." Oh gross, I thought, and squinting I popped the piece of meat in my mouth, ready to sit it out in a second. I sucked on it first, and opened my eyes, chewed a few times, and swallowed. It WAS good! My stomach gave a 'more!" growl, so I ate another bite, then another, and soon was grinning at Beth as I tore my own slab of sirloin to pieces with my fangs, hardly chewing at all as I wolfed down large bloody chunks. I must have eaten five or six pounds of meat in a few minutes, and afterwards, while I felt full, I knew I could have eaten a lot more. It was the best food I'd ever had! Just eating had never given me such sheer pleasure before. My sense of taste was incredible now too, and the taste of the different types of meat and the sauces was amazing. When we were done I sopped up the last of the gravy and blood with a piece of bread, and swallowed with a happy slurp. Then I looked around for a napkin or something, my face, arms, and chest was sticky with blood. I looked like I'd just ripped the throat out of something.

Beth got up and came around the table and sat down next to me, and I was about to ask her where I could clean up, when she leaned over and started licking my face, her long tongue slick and wet. I froze, and then started licking her back. We licked the blood off one another carefully and tenderly, making soft contented noises, and her nipples were hard when I reached her breasts. And of course I had a boner, right in the cafeteria, but I didn't give a shit, I wasn't the only one. At one table a couple of Rats were coupling, the female bent over the table, both squeaking and squealing in pleasure as the male thrust into her, and no one paid any attention. I think that more than anything made me realize just how different I was now. Beth finally pulled back, and said, in an almost snarl,

"Come with me! I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed."

I let her lead me I was so dazed with lust, and we went back to the dormitory. I'd remembered my room number and was surprised when we passed it.

"Um, Beth, I said, that was my room."

"Silly, she said, we each have an assigned room, but seldom sleep there. It's mainly to clean up and store the few possessions the Mistress allows us. We all sleep...elsewhere, come on, I'll show you!"

I kept following her, my eyes fixed on her firm ass and short tail which I now thought was very alluring, my strange inhuman cock still hard and needy, the lust almost painful. I knew I'd take her right there in the hall if we didn't get where she was taking us soon, and that if I did she wouldn't mind. She stopped at another door, and opened it. I noticed the smell first, a blast of pheromones and musk that made my head swim, and felt my lust intensify. She slipped into the room and I followed. There was only one very dim light, but I could see perfectly. I gasped in amazement at what I saw. Glowing eyes looked up at us, then away again, a few voices greeting Beth. I stopped just inside the door and stared, the room was what I would call a 'nest', that's the only way I can think of to describe it. Several king size mattress had been pushed & piled together, and then a heap of pillows and blankets had been added. Some of the mattress had even been leaned and tilted to form cubby holes. There was a mass of furry bodies piled on top of that. Several couples, and some trios, were hard at it. Most didn't even look up as we came in, and it reeked of sex. With a squeal I forced Beth face down over some sort of footstool, and mounted her with no foreplay. I snarled and squealed as I fucked her, and she was as loud as I was. We'd filled our bellies; it was time to take care of another of our needs. The others paid us no attention, either asleep or engrossed in their own couplings. To anyone else it would have looked like a scene out of, well, Hell, to me it felt like home.

Beth squealed in pleasure as I took her like an animal again, trying desperately to slake my lust. It took me two couplings before I could slow down and make our mating more human like. I no longer felt any qualms, or inhibitions, as we joined the orgy on the bed. Soon we each had a different partner as we 'drifted' away from one another. If found myself servicing a female Rat named Jane, while another one fondled my balls while I was fucking Jane, then it was the ball fondlers turn to get fucked. On and on until I finally passed out from sheer sexual pleasure and bliss, falling into a deep, very restful, sleep as the orgy continued around me. No one bothered the sleepers, and the sounds and what was going on didn't bother us in the least. My sleep was deep and sound. I woke a couple of times, quickly found an eager partner; not even bothering with names, and would slake my lust until falling asleep again. It was strangely wonderful to share a 'bed' with so many others like myself, to give one another the pleasure we needed so very badly. The feel of other warm furry bodies nestled next to your own while you slept was very comforting.

I snorted as I felt someone lick my nose, and then snorted again as the tongue licked over it again. Then with a surprised grunt I woke up entirely, and found my head was resting on the warm stomach of a still sleeping male Rat, and my legs were draped between those of a female Rat, and I remembered she was the last female I'd been mating with before I fell asleep again. She had nice large tits, even her six smaller ones where good sized. I thought about mating with her again as I yawned.

"Wake up sleepy head!" I heard a voice say.

"Huh, whazzat, where...?" I asked sleepily. I looked around at the pile of sprawled bodies, and remembered. Oh God, I thought, looking at my furry body and strange genitals, then at Beth's pretty face and her oh so strange eyes, and her eight breasts as she leaned over me, smiling. It hadn't been a dream! Most of the others were still sleeping, the male I had my head resting on snoring softly, but a few were coupling slowly and leisurely, half asleep. It's wasn't a dream I realized, feeling rather pleased.

"Time to get up John, we need to get some breakfast, and then I'll show you around some more. Come on!"

I watched as she got up and walked away, her ass and tail drawing my attention. I gently untangled myself from the heap of still sleeping bodies, pausing to kiss the female who smiled in her sleep, and followed Beth's perfect ass. Another male Rat joined me and introduced himself as Jeff, and then turned and went down the hall in the opposite direction. I yawned and kept following Beth, scratching at my pelt.

Something suddenly occurred to me, and I said, "Beth, what about the Lizards? I mean, where do they sleep? And do we really have, er, sex, with them?"

"Oh, they have their own 'den'. It's not as um, cozy, as ours. They dragged in a bunch of boulders and stuff and built it in the basement. It's OK I guess, but not my thing. And yes, we have sex with them, but it's...different. Some of us like it more than others, but I think there's a 'natural' aversion some of us feel since they're reptiles. We get along better than our wild 'relatives', but aren't exactly as 'close' as we are with other Rats."

"Oh, OK, I was just curious." I replied. Boulders? What kind of nest would you use big rocks in? Reptile one, I guess.

Breakfast was pretty much a repeat of dinner, raw meat and spicy sauces, and lots of it. I was amazed at how much we put away, my new metabolism was able to process raw meat at an amazing rate. We snarled and tore at our food, then afterward licked the blood off of one another's face and Beth moaned as I fondled her breasts almost absent-mindedly. Once we got out in the hall again we quickly found a vacant room, no one locks their doors around here, and any room was available for a quick, or not so quick, mating. She bent over the bed and squealed as I mounted her, and as I fucked her I still found it hard to believe what had happened, but it was very real, and the female under me felt so wonderful. With a snarl I sped up my thrusts, and we both growled as we climaxed. I pulled my still hard cock out of her and sat down on the bed while she rolled over on her side, and ran her fingers through my fur. I lay back next to her and she snuggled up next to me, her multiple breasts nipples rubbing against my side deliciously.

"This is all so weird, so fucked up", I said.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it, she said, I'm really glad I get to be your 'liaison' and help break you in."

"That's what scares me, I replied, that I'm actually getting used to this! I should be running around screaming in terror like a raving nutjob. I mean, yesterday I was human, now I'm a...a freaking demon, for Christ's sake!"

Beth gave a squeal of pain and put her hands over her ears, and I screamed a little too. The minute I'd said 'Christ' out loud it was like hot water and been thrown on me, and to my horror it felt like my tongue was blistered!

"Never say that word out loud! Beth screeched at me, or the 'G' word anymore! Don't even think them! They HURT us! And like I said we can't go near a church, or cross consecrated ground! But never, EVER, say those words!" And she snarled at me, eyes glowing, and I swore I could see flames flickering I their depths.

"I'm, I'm sorry Beth, I didn't know!" I moaned, and my mouth hurt, it almost felt like it had been burned.

She growled a little more, and then calmed down. "I know John, I should have told you that sooner, she said. I'm sorry I snarled at you like that, it just caught me by surprise. That's one of our biggest weaknesses, if someone is a true believer and uses that belief against us we can't touch them, and they can hurt, even destroy us. I forgive you, it was my fault too."

I think that made it more real than anything else, and I couldn't help it, and started crying. She hugged me and made worried noises, gently caressing my back and letting me cry on her shoulder as she licked away my tears. I was an animal now, I finally accepted, and damned to Hell.

"I'm sorry, I said, embarrassed to be crying like this. I never was a big church goer or anything, but I always kind of believed you now. And now that his has happened I figure it's all true, but now that I know for sure I'm stuck like this."

"You mean damned? She said, yes we are. No confession, no redemption, no absolution, only Hell for us. And through no act of our own, the minute she put the skin on us our souls were corrupted along with our bodies. Just going in a church or on consecrated ground can destroy us, burn us to a crisp, and being in the presence of a priest can be agonizing.

" I HATE her!" I sobbed.

"We all do, she said, every last one of us, with all our dark souls. But never let her know that, that is important, Beth whispered. And keep your mouth shut around the others as well, some are more loyal then others, but loyalty doesn't mean they love her. We all know that if something happens to her it will affect all of us. And as long as we behave ourselves it's not so bad. And remember this, we have one another, if you're ever lonely or feel bad any one of us will be glad to do what we can to help. It's all we've got; no one else cares about us, so we stick together."

I finally got my composure back after a few minutes. I snuffled her warm fur as she held me, and she smelled so nice, was so warm. "Thank you." I mumbled.

"For what?" She asked softly.

"For caring, for being here for me, for being so warm, so beautiful." I said, meaning every word.

"Like I said, she replied, we take care of each other."

"It's more than that", I said, as I pushed her over on her back. I looked into her strange faintly glowing eyes and I could see compassion and sympathy in them, and desire. I leaned down and kissed her long and slow, running my tongue into her mouth as her own invaded mine. I ran a hand over her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples between my fingers and she whimpered in pleasure. I pushed between her legs and she spread them and arched herself, and I slid into her easily. So hot, so wet, so slick, so beautiful. Then with her legs wrapped around my waist I fucked her long and slow, both of us moaning and gasping in pleasure as I took her as a man making love to a woman, not as a rutting beast. She clawed my back and bit my shoulder gently, writhing and bucking under my thrusts, her eyes clenched shut from the excruciating pleasure. Our bodies were designed for quick, repeated couplings, so to service her so slow and long was almost agonizing in its intense ecstasy for both of us. But I drew it out as long as I could as I sped up and slowed down, kissing her while she moaned into my mouth and clawed at me in desperation. Finally she screeched, and begged me,

"Uggggghh, oh, oh, no more!! Please, please let me cum! Eeeekk! A-aaahhhh, ohhh!"

Finally I couldn't hold back anymore myself, my need for release so strong it was painful, so I thrust once, then twice, and she bucked and screamed as I exploded inside her, my aching cock pulsing and pumping as I blasted my cum into her womb. I threw my head back and kept thrusting, spittle flying from the corners of my grimacing mouth, my fangs bared, as I had the most intensely pleasurable orgasm I could ever remember and she shrieked, her heels drumming against my back. Then as my release faded I fell across her breathing heavily and she rubbed my back, growling softly in contentment.

"That, Beth gasped, was the best...I mean, it hasn't been that good in a long time. Thank you, thank you!"

"No, thank you", I said, as I kissed her.

"I don't believe it, she said, wonder in her voice, I'm actually satiated! I mean, completely! For the first time in longer then I can remember! That was amazing! You are going to be very popular with the females."

"I'd rather be very popular with you, I said, I love you." And I kissed her again.

"Mmm, I love you too, and believe me, you will be!" Beth said as she kissed me back. "But we share everything, we can have permanent 'mates', but we never turn down an invitation or request from another Rat or Lizard. We're like that. But yes, I do love you; we are still capable of that emotion. I think even the natural born demonkind can love. But now we need to get to work, I have a lot of 'leeway' right now since I'm breaking you in, but we can't push it. Let's go to your room and get you dressed, then we'll go to mine and I'll get dressed too.

We stopped by my room and I put on one of the mechanics coveralls, socks; which was a pain because of my claws getting stuck in them, and a pair of heavy steel-toed work boots that fit amazing well despite my inhumanly shaped feet. They looked kind of funny though, longer and narrower, almost, but not quite, like clown shoes. I'd guess they were about a size fourteen, narrow. The only real problem was my toes tended to spread out a lot more at the end of my foot when I walked, so walking in the boots took some getting used to as my ankle and rest of my foot just didn't bend quite right, going barefoot was a lot better, with my thick pads I could walk on just about any surface with no problem. I had to careful to keep from kicking them off too; or tripping if my heel slipped up too much. Talk about clod-hoppers! It was even worse with the riding boots that went with the chauffer outfit, at least with the work boots I could lace them up night and tight.

Then we went to Beth's room and it was kind of sad, there was none of the usual clutter that people had. Just her bed; which looked like it hadn't been slept in for years, and the wardrobe and chest with her clothes. The only sign of any individuality was a small potted plant on the windowsill, and she watered it carefully. Later she told me it was a bonsai tree, and almost as old as she was. She'd had it for almost 125 years. It was her sole personal possession, and I soon found out we all had one item we'd always keep that meant a lot to us. It might be a pretty rock, a piece of jewelry, a comb, anything. A last link to our previous lives, and what we'd lost. For me it was an old silver & enameled radiator nametag from a 1935 Duisenberg. I'd turned it into a pendant to wear around my neck years ago. I keep it hanging around the reading lamp in my room, but only wear it when I have on clothes. The Mistress frowns on personal jewelry.

Beth put on an old fashioned 'French Maid' outfit, and if I thought she looked good naked, oh man! The outfit fit her perfectly, and left little to the imagination as it hugged her almost like a body stocking. She wore a kind of corset under it to flatten her six extra breasts in case the Mistress was entertaining guests who didn't know about the 'origins' of her 'servants', and it also had a kind of pad to hide her tail. I almost tore it off of her, but she slapped my hands away with a giggle when I playfully started pawing at her and slobbering.

"Pervert!" she giggled.

"Urrr, John want boobies" I said in my best zombie voice, drool, slobber! "Uuuuh, Booobies!"

She shrieked when I grabbed her and tried to 'eat' her breasts through the cloth, and ran out the door with me following doing my best "Frankenstein Monster" walk. "Urrrr, boobies good! Grrr, fire bad!"

Finally she let me catch her, and we both held on to one another roaring in laughter, getting 'they've lost it' looks from a couple of passersby.

"Thank you John." She said.

"For what?" I gasped, still laughing.

"For making me laugh." She said, and gave me a quick kiss.

Later I would understand why she was so grateful, we don't laugh much.

We passed back through the kitchen and 'entertainment' area, there were some lounges with some games and even a room set up as a small movie theater. It didn't look like they were used much. Later I found out that something about our eyes makes it hard for us to look at movie or computer screens for very long without getting horrible headaches, something about the spectrums in which we see, and focus. Anyway, turns out we spent most of our spare time fucking like, well, rats. Or sleeping in one of the communal nests, the Lizards had their own, but there was some mingling. Then we went outside, and despite the dark glasses I turned around with a squeak of pain and shaded my eyes.

"Wait until they adjust a little, Beth said, our eyes are sensitive to bright light, kind of like an albino's."

"No kidding, I said, the first couple of minutes I was almost blind. But after a few more minutes it was at least bearable, though I looked at the ground a lot, and we tried to stay in the shade. We walked through a lovely well maintained garden with sculptured bushes and other plants, fountains, paths of brick or crushed gravel, and ornamental statues. I stopped and looked at an amazingly lifelike statue of a nude woman, and could have sworn its blank eyes were looking back at me.

"This is beautiful." I said.

"She was when she was alive too, or I should say used to be human instead of a statue, as she's still alive." Beth said.

"You...you mean, she's ALIVE?!" I blurted.

"She was one of the Mistress's novices, but she angered the Mistress so she turned her into a statue to help decorate her garden, along with the others." Beth said.

I looked around and there were quite a few statues of men and women, most young and good looking. All were nude, and the men all rampant erections.

"They're alive!?" I blurted again.

"I don't know if technically they're alive, Beth said, as they're made out of solid marble now, but they are aware and awake, if that's what you mean. They can see and hear us."

"That's horrible!" I said.

"And what we are isn't? Beth said, they probably think the same about us. Now come on, Herbert is waiting, I told him I'd get you there by noon, and we only have a few minutes. The Mistress insists on punctuality."

I kept looking back at the poor people trapped in the bodies of living statues. It was really starting to occur to me just how evil my 'Mistress' was. I wondered if they could feel. We passed through a hedge into what looked like a grounds & maintenance area with some small building and metal storage sheds. Then we walked around the corner of a building and I saw the 'garage' for the first time. My impression was more of a motor pool. The large Spanish Colonial style building had ceramic tile roofs and what looked like stucco walls, but was probably just veneer. We passed through a small office and into the main garage and I was...impressed. The garage had ten bays in it, and the walls were lined with every kind of tool imaginable, both standard and metric, and mobile tool boxes were everywhere. Three bays had hydraulic lifts, they all had oil pits, and one was enclosed and I figured it was a paint booth. As we entered I could smell a lizard, but didn't see him at first. Beth gave a high pitched almost shriek,

"Eeeeeek!! Herb, where are you!?"

"Here I am!" Came a voice from under a 1962 Corvette, and he rolled out on a mechanic's dolly. "Trying to find an oil leak, it's slow but persistent, and you know how the Mistress is about stuff like that. If she takes it for a run and parks somewhere, and sees any drips she'll freak out."

"Since when does a 62 Vette NOT leak a little something?" I said.

"Since it belongs to the Mistress, he replied. Hi, you're the new rat, right? We met in the hallway yesterday? Sorry to be a little brusque, but had a bad day. She blew a head gasket in the old Packard, and I was up all night working on it."

"Packard?" I said, my interest obvious.

"Yep, 1937 120 Convertible with dual side mounts, and absolutely mint. She thought she could get the same performance out of it as the Vette."

"Not likely" I said.

"Tell her that." He said.

"Uh-uh, not me!" I said.

"He learns fast" Herb hissed in amusement.

"Yes he does, Beth said, well; I'll leave you two males to play with your toys for now. I'll be back for John around dinner time. See you later!"

"That is one lovely female" Herb said as we both watched her magnificent ass wiggle its way out of the room.

"Oh yeah, no argument there." I said.

"Well, he said, welcome to the garage. Let me show you around. Want some coffee?"

"No thanks, I said, but a soda would be great."

He gave me a funny look, and I remembered. "Oh yeah, right! No more tea or soda pop, makes us sick. OK then, some coffee would be great."

He gave be a huge coffee mug with crossed racing flags on the side, and pouring piping hot coffee until it was almost overflowing. He poured his self a mug too, and he flicked out his forked tongue and tasted it.

"Ummm, just right!" He said. "So, you're a mechanic?"

"Yeah, I said, but pretty much self taught. I did work for a BMW dealership for awhile, and they sent me to take some courses for a few weeks. But I'm not licensed."

"Ever work on vintage stuff?" Herb asked as we strolled past a line of beautifully maintained classics.

"Such as?" I asked.

"Oh, Jaguar, Arbath, Fiat, Mercedes, Bentley, Austin-Talbot, and so on." Herb said.

"You're joking, right? I said, I mean, come on, Arbath, Austin-Talbot?"

"Nope, Herb said, she owns all those and more, most of the other building are full of cars. We rotate them on a regular basis for maintenance and so the Mistress will have a selection of different toys every week. I was getting the next batch ready to move into the service bays earlier today. Damn 57 Jag XK 150 Roadster won't start, and the Rolls 48 Silver Wraith sounds like it's giving birth when you put her in gear. The others seem to be fine though, but a ground in the Duisenberg keeps draining the battery."

If not for the situation I would have been in, well, heaven. I saw more automotive treasures over the next couple of hours then I'd seen in my previous life. Every building contained some rare and/or almost one-of-a-kind treasure. There was even a Buggati! I was VERY impressed. Basically Herb and my jobs were to do regular and preventative maintenance on the 'fleet', and any other required repairs to keep them in tip-top condition. For any serious stuff, such as a driveline overhaul, there were contracts with specialists around the country. And the tools and other equipment were equally impressive. For many older makes and models they had vintage tool sets, and for more modern cars complete diagnostic computers. Two buildings contained nothing but spare parts and rebuild kits, and one was a virtual library of repair and other manuals and books, as well as owner's manuals. It was mind-boggling. But seeing as the Mistress had bought many of the cars brand new, and had hundreds of years to amass her 'collection' it was understandable I guess. I half expected to see some wagons or hacks too.

In one storage unit was a rather plain 1938 Mercedes Benz sedan, but it had sockets for fender flags on it.

"What's with the Mercedes, I asked, it's kind of, well, plain compared to rest of the cars."

"Belonged to Heinrich Himmler, Herb said, she picked it up right after the war in Berlin. Its bullet proof; has steel plates in the body and bullet proof glass. The tires even have extra compartments, so it's hard for them to go flat. Come here, let me show you something."

I watched as he opened the trunk; or 'boot', and pulled out a MP-40 Schmeisser machinepistol and a black uniform tunic & hat. "The tunic & hat was Himmler's, the MG was his body guards. They dumped them in a barn after Germany surrendered, and she found out and had her contacts get the car for her. Look at this, he said; holding up a small square flag in an old yellowed cellulose protective sleeve, it's Himmler's personal standarte. Stuff is worth a fortune. Himmler was a friend of hers you know."

"Some friend." I said.

"You should have met some of her others, Herb said, he was pretty mellow compared to most of them."

"How old are you, Herb?" I asked, he didn't look a day over thirty.

He took his glasses off, and rubbed his strange reptilian eyes, then put them back on. "I've been in the Mistress's service for 276 years this Wednesday." He said.

I gulped, "Crap!" I muttered.

"It wasn't so bad after the first hundred years. He said, you get used to it, eventually."

I felt numb as I followed him back to the main garage. 276 years as demonic slave to an evil psychotic bitch. Maybe it was good I was such a new 'servant', I don't know how I could have stood that.

By the time the tour was over it was dinner time, and despite my huge breakfast and a quick lunch with Herb I was ravenous. The cafeteria was packed, and it was like a feeding frenzy, followed by an orgy. I felt sorry for whoever had to clean up; we were all a bunch of slobs. It looked like a movie prop from 'Resident Evil' when we were through, complete with bones and gore.

Then, exhausted, Beth and I made our way to one of the nests, and after several hours of frenzied desperate sex with her and other females I finally crawled under a blanket next to another Rat, and went to sleep. And that was the end of my first full day as a Hell Rat, and the start of a long never ending nightmare.

The End

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