Infernal Town

Mrs. Claridge held up her sign: "Hellspawn go Home." She stood the mandated fifty feet away from the entrance to the Church of the Infernal Angels, and she stood alone. Things were not going well. They were going to hell in a handbasket, actually.

There had been only three people at the last PRISS (People Resisting the Infernal Servants of Satan) meeting. The protests of the church had been losing steam the last few weeks anyway, partly because they had to stand down the road from the den of iniquity. Unfortunately, no one had to cross a picket line to enter the CIA.

And now, people weren't even furtively looking both ways to see who was watching. Attendance at the church was booming. She recognized Brenda and Alice Carville, the Harwells, and the Thurstons. That awful bank manager man, Arnold Fromm. Melba Summers - now there was a person who belonged there, if anyone did. Mrs. Claridge had counted over a hundred, but not quite a hundred and fifty. At a hundred and fifty, she could call the fire marshal to bust them, so she almost hoped they'd get a few more.

Even fifty feet away, she could hear them singing. She couldn't make out the words, but she recognized the tune. It made her curious.

There weren't any more people coming, anyway. She propped her sign up against the wall of the florist's and walked down the street. She looked both ways, to see if anyone was looking, and then she opened the door a crack to peer in.

"Amazing cock, how sweet the shaft, that fucked a slut like me!" they were singing.

And people were lining up to approach two big naked demons. Mrs. Claridge's eyes widened. They were huge. The woman was smaller, but somehow particularly obscene, her cock jutting forth from a figure that featured feminine hips and large breasts that were remarkably perky for their size. As each member of the church went to their knees and took a few sucks, Mrs. Claridge couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.

She shut the door. Oral sex with demons was a sin. Oral sex with anyone was a sin. Those people were all going to hell, and she alone would be saved. Wait 'til judgment day, then they'll see who is having a good time. It won't be them. It will be me!

It just seemed a bit of a shame that the good time for the righteous would be so delayed, and probably involve playing harps. She walked down the street, retrieved her sign, and trudged home.

#

Brenda Carville sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair. It was not the sort of seat she was accustomed to, but she didn't want someone to take her spot and go ahead of her. Behind her, the buzz of tattoo guns pulsed loudly.

Wicked Ink was one of the new businesses in town. Formerly, Shadow Creek simply didn't have the demand for tattoos and piercings to support such a place. Pittsfield had a tattoo parlor, but for precisely that reason no one was going to drive from Pittsfield to Shadow Creek to find one. Very few people Brenda knew had tattoos. But the demons had changed all that. They didn't want people who were happy to fuck them, and then denounce them in public, and a tattoo was an increasingly popular way to show your commitment to the cause.

Even as it was, Wicked Ink was a one woman operation, so while she was busy creating art on people's bodies, there was no one manning the reception desk. A young woman came in and looked around. Brenda recognized her as Diana Jones. She was some kind of cousin, on the Carville side. Pretty girl, although her nose wasn't quite straight.

Diana looked around, and spotted Brenda. Her jaw dropped open.

Brenda raised her eyebrows. "Hello, Diana."

Diana peered over the divider, where a well-inked woman with purple hair and a one-sided undercut was busily working on a young blonde's leg. "Ah," she said. "That explains it. It's nice for you to support your daughter."

Brenda smiled.

"I wanted to have some work done," Diana went on. "I can wait until she is done with Alice."

"And me," Brenda said.

"And you?" Diana asked, her mouth dropping open and staying that way.

"Yes. I'm next."

"You?" Diana repeated.

"And is there something so very strange about that?"

"Well," Diana said. "Yes. Mrs. Carville, you don't want a tattoo."

"I don't?"

Diana shook her head. "No, no. You're too, too..."

"Hmm?"

"Um, well."

"Old?"

"I didn't say that!" Diana protested.

"You didn't have to," Brenda told her. "Anyway, sit in a chair and wait in line."

Diana frowned and sat down. She was a few years older than Alice, and Brenda didn't know her very well. She knew everyone in her own generation, of course, and all the boys and girls that had been Alice's classmates, but there was a gap in between.

"All done!" called Felicity, the tattoo artist. "Gonna take five, then I'll start right in on you, Mrs. Carville!"

Alice came out and thrust her leg forward. She was wearing tight shorts, and there was a transparent bandage high up on her thigh. In a fancy script visible through the dressing the words said, "Demons Only." Underneath the words was a smiley with horns, in red.

"Gosh," Diana said. "That's quite a commitment."

Brenda smiled at Alice. "No one will be able to see it most of the time," she said.

"Oh," Alice said. "I bought some more shorts, and some really short skirts, too. I intend to keep it visible."

"Ah." Brenda was jealous of Alice, not for the first time. She wished she could be as comfortable baring her body like that. But their positions were different. As president of the Auxiliary, chair of the country club bake sale, and so forth, Brenda had a certain image to maintain. As Diana had not-quite-said, she was also older. Wild things were expected of the young.

"What are you going to get on yours, Mom?" Alice asked. "The same thing?"

"Well, that wouldn't be quite fair to your father, now would it?" Brenda asked.

"Oh. Yeah. I didn't think about that," Alice said. Brenda suspected that Alice's mind veered away from any notion of her parents having sex at all. Odd, then, that the idea of just Brenda having sex, and with a demon at that, didn't seem to bother her quite so much. She wondered if the aversion to thinking about one's parents copulating was somehow a survival trait, but she honestly couldn't see how.

Not that she wanted to think aboutherparents doing it, either. But her parents were older than Alice's parents, of course.

"I think I'm going to get one like yours," Diana said to Alice. "I was on the fence, but seeing it... I think I'm going to go for it."

"Alright, Mrs. Carville, I'm ready for you," Felicity called out.

Brenda got up and went to the other side of the partition. She'd scouted it out beforehand, and knew that most of the work was done where everyone could see, possibly as a sort of advertising. There was a back room for people who wanted ink on a really private area. She had planned ahead. She took her shirt off, revealing a flowery swimsuit top beneath. Not that it covered more than a bra, really, but itwasn'ta bra, it was a swimsuit, and therefore perfectly decent. Nothing anyone wouldn't see at the pool. She was on the board at the pool, and she knew exactly what one could get away with there, providing one paid the annual fee.

"Remind me what you wanted?" Felicity gestured toward a chair not unlike a dentist's.

Brenda sat down. "Just a tasteful little demon symbol, right here." She pointed to a spot just above her left breast. She had several outfits that exposed that area, and also several that did not. On any given day, she could choose. "The same demon symbol as Alice, and the word 'Yes.'"

"You know if a demon sees that, he's gonna think you're free use for him, right?"

"Or her." Brenda winked. "Good."

Felicity smirked. "Just so you know what message you're sending out. I mean, you could go with this." She flexed her arm, showing a tattoo on her bicep that said, "Free Use Infernal Slut." It was hard to spot, because it was surrounded by a dragon on one side and a fairy on the other. With so much ink on Felicity, it was hard for Brenda to know what to focus on. "Makes it clear."

"Priestess Devoted suggested that just 'Yes' would do."

"Ah," Felicity said. "Cool. Well, I can certainly do that. Just lie back, and if the pain gets to be too much, just tell me."

"If the pain's too much, what will you do? I mean, I hardly want a half-finished tattoo."

Felicity shrugged. "Yeah. We generally keep going, but I'll give you a thirty second break and make sympathetic noises, and tell you that you're very brave."

"Wonderful," Brenda said sarcastically.

"Of course, if you decide you want me to stop, I'll stop."

"Just... let's get on with it. If my daughter can take it, I can."

"She chose a less painful spot," Felicity said.

Brenda made a face, but lay back in the chair. "Go ahead," she said.

She'd told Sam what she was doing before she left. She would hardly be able to hide that tattoo from him on the infrequent occasions they made love. He'd objected, but then she mentioned how many women were getting 'Demon Only' tattoos. It could be worse, she'd pointed out.

"Do what you want," Sam had said. "You will anyway. You always do."

Well, of course. She always had. But it wasn't exactly business as normal anymore. The power in town had shifted, and Brenda knew it. She'd fought it for a while, and now she was giving in. If that meant, sometimes, doing whattheywanted her to do - Malphas and Lilitu and the rest - then she would. It was strange, but she served a higher cause now. Or lower cause, as Mrs. Claridge would probably say. Anyway, something bigger than herself.

Brenda almost giggled like a schoolgirl. So big it barely fit!

The tattoo gun did indeed hurt. But it was worth it. When Felicity was finished, she felt she had made a commitment to something. Sure, she was married, but that hadn't been about committing to something more important than herself. Maybe it had been, for Sam. This was different, and she had a permanent mark on her body to prove it.

"Looks great, Mom," Alice said, giving her a hug that was careful not to push down on the tattoo.

"Thanks, Alice." Brenda smiled. She put her blouse back on. Things had been rough there for a while, but now she felt closer to her daughter than ever before. When Alice had been small, they'd played with dolls together, and Brenda had read to her every night. But for a while they'd had a hard time finding things in common besides their genes.Well, not any more. We've both fucked the same demon.Sleeping with her daughter's boyfriend could have caused feelings of hurt and betrayal, but it hadn't.

"So, Mom. That tattoo means you're always going to say yes to them?" Alice asked, as they left.

Brenda smiled. "Well. Not if they told me to jump off a cliff. Or vote for higher property taxes."

"Heaven forfend."

That's what came of sending your kids to college. Words like forfend. "Heaven has nothing to do with it."

"Anyway, anything sexual."

"Yes," Brenda said, "that's what it means."

"Any time."

"Pretty much."

"Any place."

"Well, not where we'd get arrested." They were walking down Main Street, and Brenda was conscious of what passers-by could hear, although as usual, it wasn't too crowded.

"Any hole."

Brenda started to say she would not discuss anal sex with her daughter. Then she remembered how nice it was that they had so much to talk about now. "Yep," she said. "Any hole."

"Me too," Alice said. "What about if they want to include other people?"

Brenda shrugged. "Other demons?"

"Other humans. Obviously more than one demon is a yes."

Obviously. She had so much in common with Alice, really. "I guess, yes. Like give Malphas a two-girl bj? Sure, I'd do that." She paused and decided to go forward. "Have you and Saffy done that?"

She expected Alice to be shocked that she'd asked, but her daughter just smirked. "Yep. More than enough for two hungry mouths to enjoy."

"They are rather big, aren't they?" she asked, seeing Ginger Harwell coming their way. The woman looked different, though. Taller, and she was dressed more appealingly, too, with her red hair in loose curls, and her blouse unbuttoned to show a little cleavage. She could be talking about anything. No need for Ginger to know they were talking about big red cock.

"Hello Brenda," Ginger said. "What's rather big?"

"Infernal -" Alice started, but Brenda clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Taxes," Brenda said. "Property values are going up, Ginger. The council has to lower the rates."

Ginger nodded. "Always happy to have input from a constituent," she said. "Having to pay more property tax could be a real hardship to some. Are you and Sam going to be okay?"

Brenda hesitated. Ginger had her in a bind. On the one hand, if she said it wasn't a hardship, that was an argument for keeping tax rates the same. But if she said it was, she'd be suggesting that she and Sam were something other than the affluent lords-of-the-manor types, which was socially unthinkable. "I'm worried about other people," Brenda said, finding her way through the trap.

Ginger smiled. "Well, if you know some people who are struggling, I'd love to talk to them. Unfortunately property taxes are all we control, but we might be able to have a program that exempts people based on hardship, while still making sure that you get the tax raise you can afford."

"From each according to their ability, to each according to their need," Alice said.

"That's not how capitalism works," Brenda said.

"Well, momma, I know you have needs. Mrs. Harwell?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Why did you vote against the welcoming city proposal?" Alice asked, referring to the council resolution that proclaimed demons welcome in Shadow Creek. "What do you have against infernals?"

Ginger shook her head. "Don't worry, Alice. I've had a come-to-Jesus moment." She paused. "Well, maybe not Jesus, per se. Anyway, I just sold a house to a nice demon and his two wives. The town is welcoming, and I'm going to be welcoming too. Yep! Good Shadow Creek hospitality." Ginger looked at Alice's leg. "Saffy is thinking of getting one of those, too."

Alice grinned.

"Maybe I should get something," Ginger said. "Just to show that I'm on board with everything. Well, nice to see both of you." The councilwoman continued on down the street, pausing in front of Wicked Ink.

"I think that woman got laid," Alice said.

"Alice!" Brenda admonished.

"By some big red cock," Alice continued, undeterred. "Can we stop in and get a soda?"

"Sure," Brenda said. She'd even drink a Coke without rum in it, just to bond with Alice. They went into the 7-Eleven and bought a couple of Big Gulps. They resumed their walk.

"Anyway, we were talking about two girl blow jobs," Alice said.

"It's okay," Brenda said. "I don't need all the details of what you and Saffy do together. I'm just glad you're happy and that... you're getting some of what every woman wants. It kind of puts a spring into your step, doesn't it?"

Alice grinned. "It does. At least, when you can still walk afterward without wobbling. But that's good too. Anyway, you'd say yes to joining with someone else to please one of them?"

Brenda tapped her chest. "That's what it says, doesn't it?"

"Anyone?"

Brenda thought about it. Well, she might draw the line at Joe Brown, the town drunk. But she was pretty sure the demons wouldn't want that, either. They could be choosy, and anyone they chose was likely to be okay. "Sure. The fewer limits the better, right?"

"Right," Alice said. "And that's why I suggested it to Malphas. I think he liked the idea."

"Suggested what?" Brenda asked.

"That he might enjoy some mother-daughter action, of course," Alice said.

Brenda ended up with Coke up her nose.

Alice laughed as if it was the funniest thing ever.

"You timed that," Brenda accused.

"Nope. I would have, if I had thought about it." Alice grinned.

"Paybacks are hell, daughter mine."

"Old Henny Youngman jokes are not going to do it, Mommy dearest."

"Henny Youngman was before my time, and you know it. Way before."

Alice shrugged. "So, would you or wouldn't you?"

"You're serious."

"And I'm trying to find out if you are." She pointed to the tattoo, covered up now by Brenda's blouse.

"Oh, I'm serious about saying yes to them," Brenda said.

"So you'll do it?"

"Theyhaven't asked. Saying yes to you, young lady, is an entirely different proposition."

"But if he asks?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Brenda said.

But she already knew what she'd say. Even after a few had moved in, there were only a handful of demons in Shadow Creek, and a couple thousand women. She wasn't going to say no to any chance to get some demon cock.

They walked to the car, and got in. "Can we go to Pittsfield?" Alice asked. "I'd like to get some more short skirts to show off my tat."

Brenda grinned. "I'd like to get a few new things, too," she said. "Sure, let's go."

On the drive, Brenda realized that by playing coy with her daughter, and insisting she be asked by Malphas in person, she might cut into her chances. As a result, she suddenly blurted out, "I'll do it."

"Do what, Mom?" Alice asked, looking up from her phone.

"You and me and Malphas," Brenda said, blushing.

"Wow, Mom," Alice said with a trace of awe in her voice. "You really are an infernal slut now, aren't you?" She poked at her phone again.

Half an hour later, as Brenda was pulling into the parking lot at the Pittsfield mall, Alice said. "Malphas texted. He's interested. Devoted is throwing a party tomorrow at eight o'clock, and we're to be there."

Brenda looked at her. A party? Well, she supposed they could sneak off to one of the upper rooms to do their thing. Should she be doing it at all?

But the two best things in life were quality time with her daughter and demon cock. Why not combine them?

#

There were two important questions about any party: Who would be there, and how to dress? The two were interrelated.

Alice said they should dress for the demonic gaze, which made a great deal of sense, but Brenda also realized that some ladies from the Auxiliary might be there, and perhaps a few of the people from the country club. Alice didn't have to worry about things like that. She could dress in a crop top that didn't quite cover all her top, but left a good two inches of black bra exposed beneath - more, if she stretched. She could pair it with short jeans shorts that were even shorter than the last time Brenda had seen them, especially in the back, where they showed off half her butt cheeks. She could leave the top button on the shorts unbuttoned. People would talk, of course, but Alice didn't care.

Brenda wished she would behave just a little more responsibly. Some of those people would talk about "Brenda Carville's daughter" and say things like, "I can't believe she lets her daughter go out dressed like that."

And after all the times she'd encouraged Alice to wear heels, usually to nice country club do's where the heels matched the dress, she finally gave in by adding them to cut offs and a crop top. Brenda could hear the ladies in her head: "I swear, that girl looked like a hooker!"

So, Brenda hesitated. There was a black cocktail dress she could wear, pretty daring, showing both cleavage and leg. She could just wear one of her suit jackets with a shorter skirt, and maybe a blouse mostly unbuttoned beneath. Or no blouse at all. The blouse idea appealed to her though, because she could go with it buttoned, and unbutton as needed.

"What are you worried about, Mom?" asked Alice.

"People will see me," Brenda said.

"To heck with that," Alice said. "What matters is that demons will see you. Malphas. So dress for him." She pointed to the dress. "We could fix the hem so it's shorter."