Page 41 of Whiskers on Kittens

According to the women’s expression, Christmas had come early, I was their best friend for life, and they’d been expecting a lot worse than some thirsty sex demons. I got out of their way, beckoned Easton to follow me, and while still in sight, I stood on my tiptoes and scratched under the hybrid’s chin to offer the illusion I was out to give them a good time without even a hint of violence.

Fortunately for me, Easton played along, lowered his head, and made contented huffs, his body relaxed and his ears pricked forward.

As I approved of the whole idea of not traumatizing the conditioned workers, I dug out my phone, shot Belial a text, and inquired if he might have a healthy variety of slightly thirsty sex demons with teleportation abilities who might be able to relocate my new herd of energetic trafficked women who really seemed to like the idea of having to be gentle with sex demons who couldn’t be worked too hard for the evening.

A moment later, my phone rang. Grinning, I answered, “So good of you to call, my dear.”

“You are a bad, bad woman. What are you doing? This is not the plan.”

“You have what I need, and I require it in about ten minutes. Surely you can provide the goods.”

“I can, but why?”

“Sugar, spice, and everything nice,” I replied, hoping the devil read between the lines and understood the women had faced enough harm. “I’ll text you.”

Hanging up, I spent the necessary moments explaining that the houses were filled with the women already broken beyond the point of escaping on their own and that the front door had been unlocked. I’d let myself in and played at being a trafficker.

Their instant cooperation had quelled any desire for me to rag and bag them.

A moment later, Belial made an appearance, and he came armed with six incubi and three succubi. “You test my patience.”

I made a show of looking Belial over, as he’d opted to show up in his best black suit, red shirt, and black tie. “Excellent. I think you’re worth at least two of the women.” I gestured for the lot of them to go into the sitting room. “Can you handle taking more than one at a time if necessary?”

The incubi looked me over, and in their demonic forms, they all resembled Greek sex gods ready for a romp with some variations in their general appearance. The tallest of them, who had gone for the ebony over bronzed look, offered me a sly, sexy smile. “I can take three on with no problems, as can my brothers. In all ways.”

“A most excellent time for my ladies, no children unless you are specifically requested for one, and you best be talking with your boss about that should you be requested.”

Belial tossed his head back and laughed. “You’re an absolute jewel.” Snapping his fingers, he produced a gem-encrusted collar and leash. “Put this on your lycanthrope. It will help the look.”

Having made the mistake once, I eyed the collar, determining a high probability of it being real stones. Aware I had to play the game, I took the collar, cleared my throat until Easton lowered his head, and went to work buckling the leather into place.

The first of the women, seven in total including the one I’d recruited to fetch, arrived from downstairs as I was adjusting the collar to my liking.

Flushed cheeks and wide eyes and more than a few hints of arousal beat terror, so I placed my hand against Easton’s chest and pushed until he backed up, treating him more like livestock than a living, breathing human. “All right, my beauties. Come into the sitting room so you can meet tonight’s offerings.”

Apparently, my behavior matched their expectations. They did as told.

The chorus of delighted gasps broke my heart.

I bet they’d been told to expect sex demons and had gotten beatings more than a few times. Once they were all inside and admiring the demons, I followed them into the room, tugging on Easton’s leash so he kept close. I eyed one of the succubi, and I’d have self-esteem problems regarding their perfect chests for at least a week—chests they showed off with understandable pride. I gestured to the nearest one, who’d gone for the dark beauty and sin look. As I didn’t know her name but needed to act like I had a handle on the entire situation, I said, “Joy, baby, why don’t you pick the one you feel needs the most work being a gentle lover. That’s the game we’re playing tonight.”

“You got it, love,” the succubus purred, and she prowled closer, and she took her time evaluating them, as though examining the wares. One of the women, who was closer to a teenage girl in my mind, recoiled before catching herself. The succubus smiled, gave the girl a kiss on her forehead, and lifted her chin up. “You’ll be coming with me tonight, little love. Do you have a favorite friend you’d like to keep you company?”

I admired the succubus’s technique as it made use of human instinct. The girl’s instinctive reaction, to cast a beseeching look at one of the older women, betrayed her. I stepped forward, gave the chosen woman a tap on the shoulder, and nodded towards the succubus. “You can make sure everybody stays nice and gentle tonight.”

The woman straightened, nodded, and joined the succubus.

“Off you go. Do make sure they’re tucked nicely into bed by the appropriate hour.”

The beds would be in the Devil’s many hells, the appropriate hour would be whenever the Devil decided it would be, and I expected the women would be shown true affection and proper attention before the night was over. According to my nose, they’d been so acclimated to the idea that they would be used for sex that it would take a sex demon to help undo the conditioning done.

Bastard traffickers.

In total, thirty-seven women converged on the sitting room, and Belial ultimately summoned three more incubi and the Devil himself, who came armed with a snow leopard wearing a collar and leash similar to Easton’s.

“Quite the party,” the Devil stated, and like Belial, he wore a black suit, red shirt, and black tie. He tossed the snow leopard’s leash to me, and the feline, far larger than me when shifted, prowled over, rubbed against my legs, and purred.

The divine feline in me demanded I make friends with the other cat, who had spots almost as glorious as mine. I crouched, gave her a kiss on her nose, and began the important work of petting her while the Devil did his work.