text: Mariam watched her Mistress work. Things were so much simpler now that Daevia had awakened the former nun from the sleep of morality. The scales had fallen from her eyes, and she witnessed the world for what it was — a flawed, disgusting place full of judgment and hypocrisy. People who claimed they were good would then cheat their clients, beat their wives, and diddle their secretaries.
  
  A line of young women stretched before the cafeteria building of Parkland Lutheran University. Each one had been stripped naked by the Lemures when the shadowy Demons had rounded them up, bringing the young and seemingly innocent to Daevia. The Succuba examined them one by one, searching for something.
  
  "Impure," Daevia sighed, moving on to the next one. "Finding a maiden is always so hard."
  
  "Why do you need one, Mistress?"
  
  "Opening the Hellgate was merely the first step," she answered. "Now I need to find where the Gatewardens are hidden."
  
  Gatewardens? "I don't understand."
  
  Daevia sighed, pulling her hand away from the next, young woman. "Blowjobs are sex. And so is anal." The Succuba moved to the next one, her black wings flapping lazily as she glanced at the former nun. "There are spots in in this world where the physical and spiritual overlap. The Hellgate was one, and I need to find where a different spot overlaps it."
  
  "And you need a virgin?"
  
  "Yes. One not touched by sexual contact. A woman so repressed that I can use her innocence to scry with. Cynthia had been a lucky find."
  
  She cupped the cheek of a trembling, eighteen-year-old.
  
  "She gave her boyfriend a handjob last week," sighed Daevia. "And she became intoxicated at a slumber party and went down on her friend. Both were so drunk, they don't even remember it."
  
  The Succuba shifted to her left and seized the throat of the next woman.
  
  "And she..." Daevia frown, peering into the trembling eyes of a Hispanic woman. "How old are you?"
  
  "Nineteen," whispered the young woman as the Succuba feasted her eyes upon her.
  
  "So beautiful. How did you never succumb to the pleasures of the flesh?"
  
  "It's w-wrong."
  
  Daevia laughed, "Yes, it is. Let the Lemures have the rest. They've earned their orgy for procuring this unplucked cherry."
  
  The Lemures swarmed the women, dicks sprouting from their groin. Their shafts were as big as the largest cock Mariam had ever seen, and looked grotesquely huge on their small bodies. The woman's screams quickly turned to gasps of pleasure as the Lemures used their mouths, pussies, and asses. Mariam's pussy stirred, and she had the overwhelming urge to join them, to be used by such wonderful shafts.
  
  "Mariam!" snapped Daevia. "I need water filled in a tray or sauce pan!"
  
  "Yes, Mistress."
  
  Mariam headed inside and found another orgy underway. Many of the college students and faculty had fallen under Daevia's power, and they had been fucking all day long. She strode through the room, passing writhing bodies, hard cocks, and bouncing breasts. A man tried to grab her. She summoned her chain and gave him a taste of true lust. He collapsed, writhing in ecstasy.
  
  If he was lucky, his heart wouldn't explode under the strain. Mariam couldn't be bothered to care one way or the other.
  
  In the kitchen, three women were working a rolling pin in and out of the pussy of a fourth, who gasped and panted in pleasure. Such freedom they had been given, and Mariam envied them, but she had to serve Daevia and ensure that such liberty would spread through the entire world. She found her sauce pan, pausing only to admire the beauty of a pussy stretched so obscenely wide.
  
  Then she headed back to the Succuba.
  
  "Mistress," Mariam said, presenting her with the saucepan filled with water.
  
  Daevia's blood-red eyes lit up, motioning to Mariam to place the pan on the ground — the former nun quickly obeyed. The Hispanic woman huddled nearby, naked and shivering. Daevia seized her and dragged her to the sauce pan so she knelt over it. Mariam licked her lips. She had such lovely breasts, red-brown topped with chocolate nipples.
  
  "Masturbate, Pina," the Succuba ordered the woman. "Or I'll let them have you."
  
  She pointed to the demonic orgy. The women were almost impossible to see, covered by Lemures who fucked their cocks between armpits and thighs and hands and tits, spraying their black seed indiscriminately.
  
  Pina swallowed, glancing over there. "I can't," she whispered.
  
  "You can. Or they'll instruct you on every deviant act you've missed out on."
  
  Her hand shaking, she pushed it between her legs, stroking her vulva. Pina's eyes closed, her breath quickened, and my eyes were locked on the rise and fall of her breasts as my own pussy itched. A line of my passion trickled down my thigh.
  
  Pina moaned, spreading open her mouth as the lust the permeated the campus affected her. Her fingers rubbed faster and a second moan escaped her lips. She licked them, pink tongue running across red, lush, wonderful lips.
  
  I have to put that wonderful mouth to use.
  
  Mariam stepped forward.
  
  "Stop!" Daevia hissed. "Do not touch her! She must remain pure!"
  
  "Oh, Carlito," Pina moaned. "Oh, yes!"
  
  Her fingers rubbed faster on her clit and her other hands rose up and pinched her nipples, going back and forth between both her chocolate nubs. The former nun's mouth watered. It couldn't hurt to just have one taste of those sweet nipples.
  
  Daevia's gloved hand snapped out and grasped Mariam's throat, squeezing and pulling her close. Blood-red eyes swam before Mariam, and the Succuba's kissed her even as she struggled to breathe. Two gloved fingers shoved into her cunt, fucking her fast as stars swam before her eyes. The longer she went without air, the more intense her pleasure grew.
  
  I'm going to die cumming! How wonderful!
  
  Her vision blackened until Mariam was reduced to nothing more than a pair of lips kissing her Mistress and a pussy fingered to wonderful bliss by gloved digits. Her passion peaked, she shuddered, and became only pleasure.
  
  Nerve endings discharged wonderful bliss in a sea of darkness.
  
  Her throat ached when she returned to her senses. The grass was satin on her side. She sat up. Her head swam, but she couldn't help smiling. "Thank you, Mistress, for that pleasure."
  
  "Hypoxia is invigorating," Daevia answered, her eyes fixed on Pina. "That's it. Cum. Let yourself go."
  
  "Carlito!" screamed the Hispanic woman. She had both her hands buried between her legs, her hips writhing and fucking her pussy against her palms. Her breasts bounced majestically as she threw back her head.
  
  Juices squirted from her pussy, spraying around her hand and splashing into the sauce pan full of water. Daevia shot forward, her wings flapping behind her, and shoved the woman back, peering intently into the water.
  
  Mariam eyed the quivering virgin. She had such lovely, red-brown skin. She crawled across the ground and pressed her body on top of Pina. Her eyes opened in shock as Mariam leaned in and kissed her lip. Mariam settled her weight on the girl, their pussies touching. Pina's virgin sex felt wonderful on the former nun's vulva. She humped, tribbing their sexes together.
  
  Daevia laughed behind her.
  
  "What is so funny, Mistress?" Mariam asked, tribbing the virgin hard. Pleasure radiated through her as their slippery pussies kissed and rubbed, clits bumping together. "Did you find the place?"
  
  "Yes. You should know it well."
  
  "I should?" Bliss burned through her. Pina's virgin pussy was wet silk against her cunt.
  
  "It's your church. Our Lady of Angels." Daevia laughed again, almost hysterically. "No wonder it is so well warded."
  
  Mariam ground harder, adding her voice to her Mistress's laugh as she came on Pina.