Heavy black boots stomped into the lady's restroom only a couple minutes into my hiatus. The door latched shut behind the very last one. There were too many footsteps for me to accurately guess how many girls had just entered, but silence slowly consumed the atmosphere as the air grew still around me.
There was no re-opening of the door for them to have left. What is it that they'd be doing?
"Kabo isn't very pleased with your performance so far," said one of the voices, her voice dotting the boundaries of sultry and commanding.
My mind started to race. There wasn't anyone I'd told about Riley and the call, so then how did these people know about the card or the fact that Kabo was the name of my apparent representative.
"He's sent us out to give you a helpful reminder," she continued without waiting for my response.
I stood and approached the locked door of my stall, placing my hands against it as a brace on the off chance they thought to try and kick it down.
*SNAP*
A loud crack sliced through the room and under the door. A small black tendril wrapped itself around my right ankle, then ripped itself under the door, pulling me violently to the floor. My hands reflexively caught my fall but didn't account for my forehead's contact with the bottom of the stall door as my skirt hiked itself up and the thing which grabbed me pulled me out and back into the public washing area.
There were three intimidating women standing before me. Each had black lipstick, heavy black eyeliner, and various black pieces of apparel. The girl to my left smiled at my reveal, letting her tongue run in between her teeth. Her gaze was fixed and concentrated on me, a direct reflection of her supernaturally straight hair. The one on the right sported a pair of black pigtails, held the grip of a whip in her right hand, which, laying across the floor seemed to have been the very thing which attached itself to my leg.
I looked toward the center gal. She was giving me a sinister full-toothed grin, a small black swatter in tow, undoubtedly watching my expression with some type of twisted delight. She was rocking from boot to boot, excitement brewing in her legs and hips.
"Go on, Rosalique," she commanded.
The girl on the left unclipped her dress and let it fall the floor. It disintegrated into ash upon contact. She then, clothed only in a tight black thong and barely enough leather material to cover her nipples, dropped to all fours and crawled her way toward me. Her mannerisms were exactly the same as how I'd slipped out of my bed earlier this morning to approach Jackie. I wanted to scurry backward, despite the leash of the whip which shackled my leg in place, but the center girl's eyes felt like they were pinning me in place. A watchfulness so oppressive I'd become paralyzed and all I could muster was to watch what was about to unfold.
The primary lady stepped over the other's whip and walked around behind me, her left hand reaching under my arm and up my top to grab hold firmly on my left breast. Her face appeared across my right shoulder and whispered into my ear.
"You've only collected about a tablespoon of human essence."
'Human essence?'
"Kabo expects a gallon at minimum for those opting for intense attraction..." she continued, "we're just here to both help properly motivate you and show you, a virgin, how to effectively extract such an amount. After all, we're depending on you."
Her swatter came down hard on my pelvis, just right above my vagina. Despite my shorts buffering the brunt of the strike, the impact still sent a painful, but electric sensation up into what I presumed would've been my fallopian tubes. Rosalique had already secured my left leg and was working her way up my calf with her tongue, split into two separate entities, simulating the tickling sensation of a serpent's.
I took a deep breath in as she reached my inner thigh, her tongue gripping both the under and over side of my boy shorts. She stopped, her eyes glaring up at me menacingly, then up and over to what I had pieced together was her boss, or maybe hostess? How did demon networking function? Did they have bureaucracy, or was it more like patronage?
The main one seemed to pick up on her complaint, though.
"Do us a favor, would you Alice?" she spoke out, the form of a question hinting at some type of underlying instruction.
"With pleasure, Trinity," Alice squinted, pulling out a large hunting knife.
The hilt was golden and ornate, the blade curving forward until the point was reached behind the actual starting section from the wrist-held side of the hilt. I might have mistaken it for some type of handheld sickle but didn't really know exactly how to classify it given that both blade edges seemed sharp.
Alice dropped the whip on the floor, but I still couldn't move. She made her way to me, knelt opposite of Rosalique, and pressed the flat part of the blade onto the forefront of my shorts, starting high, and pressed slowly down across toward my asshole. My hips grinded against the blade entirely of their own volition. Back and forth, up and down. Alice, clearly pleased with the situation, commanded me to halt with my eyes. I did.
She ran the blade down one more time, turned it ninety degrees, tip of the point inward, and pulled it back up toward my tummy.
*SHHHHHHHREEEEEEEP*
The blade sliced through thread after thread with the precision of a surgical tool or that of a seam ripper, up and around the built-in penial display case, then up and through the waistband. My shorts split in two at the front. Rosalique seemed delighted, her forked tongue propelling from their place on my shorts happily direct back to skin, each tip rotating in circles with anticipation, waiting for permission from Trinity to slither in.
Another strike, this time against bare skin. The sting sent shivers down alongside my opening, around my anus, then up my spine. Blood began rising to the surface of the impact, sending help to whatever nerves might be in need of them. The area reddened and heat started resonating from its surface.
"Ready love?" Trinity whispered in my ear.
Then with a subtle nod, Rosalique's tongue injected itself deep into my pussy, rolling about, tickling whatever surfaces it could find. Her tongue acted as though it had a mind entirely of its own. One that was driven mad with lust and gluttony. If it weren't attached to Rosalique herself, I feared that it may just have climbed up inside of me to roost.
Both sides of the fork clamped down around my clit and pulled, Rosalique's lips cupping around it, sealing it in a vacuum. That's when the vibrations started. Her tongue buzzed with chaotic energy, as if it necessary they hum a tune.
I cried out in desperation as waves of pleasure rushed up my stomach and into my torso, all only to be funneled directly to my left nipple. Sensing this, Trinity squeezed around my nipple, forwarding the waves back down to ripple out and expel fluid from my pussy and drenching Rosalique's lip and chin. This didn't distract her from sucking even harder and wave after wave washed up and down my body, each carrying with them pleasure so irresistible that it formed a pool on the floor. This continued for what felt like an unending millennium. After five minutes, Rosalique detached, and she and Alice began to lick up my mess from the floor.
"Can't waste a drop," Trinity whispered, "We've just helped you obtain nearly a full cup. Don't disappoint us."
They cleaned up the remainder of my expulsions, then vanished into flames, leaving behind only the remnants of smoke and ash as evidence of their presence. Aside from me, of course.
I lay there in a mixture of pure ecstasy and disillusionment. My boxers were ruined, but I'd never felt anything like that before in all my life.