Infernal Town

Alice Carville came downstairs late Saturday morning wearing a white blouse tied under her breasts rather than buttoned, and a flouncy plaid skirt that barely covered her ass. Her mother and father both looked up, from the late brunch they'd been having. It looked like they'd been having an argument, although if so it had been in hushed voices.

Sam Carville looked at his wife Brenda. Alice knew her parents wouldn't approve of her outfit, and as usual, Daddy was letting Mom play the heavy. Not that she was going to let them stop her.

"Where are you going, dear?" Brenda asked.

"To the CIA," Alice said, waiting for the sparks to fly. She'd kept going all the while, and she was now between them and the door. She could get out if she had to.

"CIA?" Sam asked. "What's the CIA doing in town? They aren't allowed to spy inside the country." He paused. "Oh, you have a job interview. That's no way to dress for a job interview."

"I think she means the Church of the Infernal Angels, dear," Brenda said, unusually calmly.

"What!" Sam said. "Absolutely not. I forbid it!" He looked at Brenda, as if to say, "Don't I?" Or maybe, "Don't you?"

"Are you wearing panties, dear?" Brenda asked.

Alice gaped at her mother. "Yes, I'm wearing panties! Of course I'm wearing panties!"

Brenda shrugged. "I just wondered. Text if you're going to be late."

Sam stared at Brenda too. "What the hell, Brenda?" he asked. And then he turned to Alice. "Go right back to your room and get dressed this instant. We'll talk about this later, once you're decent."

"Oh shush, Sam. The more you protest the more she's going to want to do whatever it is. Go run along, Alice. Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." And amazingly, Alice's mother winked at her.

Alice didn't know what to do. She just stood there. She'd been ready for resistance, and now she hadn't gotten any - or at least not from her mother. Her father was actually being unusually forceful. He usually let Brenda handle the parenting. For a moment she thought of saying, "I'm hoping to fuck a demon," in hopes of returning the conversation to some sense of normalcy. But if Mom simply said, "That's nice, dear." Alice didn't know what she'd do. It did kind of take a little of the fun out of it all.

Sam Carville got up from the table. That was different, too, like he was actually going to do something. Alice fled out the front door.

She heard Sam bellow something, and she wasn't sure whether it was at her or his wife, but it wasn't intelligible in any case. She got into her little Mustang, turned the engine over, and peeled out of the driveway.

Saffy met her in the library parking lot.

"Any trouble getting out of the house?" Saffy said, taking in Alice's outfit. Saffy herself was wearing a knee-length floral print dress suitable for going to the Methodist church.

"Kinda strangely the opposite," Alice said, and reported the conversation as verbatim as she could.

"Huh," Saffy said.

"You?"

"I went out the window. I wish my mom was as open as yours."

"My mom? Open? I don't know what's going on."

Saffy nodded. "Well, we better get over there."

They walked around the library to get to Main Street. There were picketers out in front of the church across the street. "Uh-oh," Alice said. She read some of the signs. "Demons out!" "Go to Hell where you belong!" "God hates Demons!"

"Yeah," Saffy said. "That doesn't look good. Even if we go through, they're bound to report us to our parents."

"There are times I hate small towns," Alice said.

"What do you think is up with your Mom? Not long ago she was forbidding you to have anything to do with the demons. And she winked?"

Alice nodded, slowly.

"You don't think she..."

"I wouldn't put it past her," said Alice. "But I really don't want to think about it."

Just then, Malphas came out of the church. He wore only a pair of jeans that fit him like they were painted on. His eight-pack abs, taut pecs, and bulging biceps were on display, and the protestors instinctively jumped back. One of them dropped his sign, the one that said God hates Demons.

Behind him came Devoted. As usual, the woman was dressed in black, her breasts more revealed than concealed by the deep neckline. "Good afternoon, everyone."

"Demon slut!"

"Whore of Babylon!"

But Devoted just smiled, and went on. "I've talked to our lawyer, and apparently any protest occurring in front of a religious establishment must occur at least fifty feet from the entrance to said establishment. I've called the police, and asked them to give you all five minutes to obey the law, so they'll be getting here in a little while."

"Evil bitch!" yelled one of the protestors, a balding man.

Devoted grinned at him. "Main Street is twenty-six feet wide, and the sidewalk is another three. So that means the best spot is either over to the side of the library, or down the street to your north or south. Personally, I'd go north, because there's a smoothie place down that way and waving signs is thirsty work. Be sure to support local businesses."

The protestors looked at each other, although one of them, a man, kept sneaking peeks at Devoted's chest, and another, a woman, kept looking at Malphas. Saffy and Alice just watched from across the street.

The uniformed bulk of Fred Dalton crested the horizon, lumbering down Main Street and moving even slower than usual. Clearly, he didn't relish his job that morning. He was some kind of relation to Alice, a second cousin once removed or such, and she usually called him Uncle Fred.

"Let's go," said one of the protestors. They headed in the direction of the smoothie place, away from the policeman.

Malphas grinned at the two girls and gestured for them to come over.

"They're totally gonna tell our parents," Saffy said.

"Come on," Alice told Saffy, grabbing her hand. "Let them talk. What, you've had sex with him but don't want to be seen with him in public?"

"It's not like that," Saffy protested, and let herself be dragged.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Alice," said Fred Dalton. "I reckon I'll have to tell your mother I saw you."

"You do that, Uncle Fred," Alice said, tugging at her skirt so that it didn't fly up too high.

Devoted and Malphas stood aside so that they could enter the sanctuary.

There were thirty people there, most of them women. That was more than last time, and Alice felt she should be glad the church was thriving. But more women meant more competition, and she was really hoping that after the service she and Saffy would be invited into the back room for a good fucking. The two girls had agreed they came as a set, and Alice hoped the prospect of a threesome would help them be chosen, but more competition still didn't seem like a good thing.

Devoted went to the front of the room. "Today's service is going to involve some nudity," she said. "So if that's going to offend anyone, please leave now."

Alice blinked.

Malphas put his arm around her. "Come with me," he whispered.

"Anywhere," she breathed, and then remembered Saffy. She'd made a promise. But she needn't have worried, because his other arm was around her friend. He guided them toward the front, where there were two chairs on each side of the altar. The chairs were nicer than the others, and on the floor next to them were some cushions.

Malphas sat down in the chair and gestured for Saffy and Alice to sit on the cushions.

"Saffy and Alice have experienced the joys of serving our infernal masters," Devoted said. "As have I."

"Do you mean they had sex with him?" asked a woman in front row. Alice tried to remember who the woman was, and after a moment she placed her as Melba Summers. Brenda had always told Alice to keep away from Melba, and she got the feeling that Melba, who was in her late thirties, was some kind of loose woman, maybe even a prostitute.

Devoted just shrugged. "As have many of you," she continued. "With either Malphas, or Lilitu."

As if on cue, Lilitu entered the room. She was dressed in a white gown that was nearly translucent, and wore only a golden thong underneath it that bulged over her cock. Her full, firm breasts bounced with every stride she made, and her five-inch heels made her long candy-apple red legs look even longer. She sat down on the chair on the other side of the altar, and beckoned.

Jim Carville, a cousin of Alice's and former star quarterback at Shadow Creek High, moved from his seat to kneel at her side.

"Raise your hand if you've had the pleasure of sex with either of them, and are able to admit it."

To Alice's surprise, a half-dozen hands went up. She recognized one of them as Jane Thurston, the councilman's wife, and two of the waitresses from O'Hara's tavern.

Devoted looked over their way. Alice put up her hand. Saffy, after a moment's reluctance, did too.

"I know there are others of you, who aren't so brave as to admit it. But of the people who have their hands up, keep your hands up if being with one of our infernal masters was the best moment of your life."

Most of those present looked around, to see whose hands would stay up. Only Jane Thurston put her hand down.

Devoted raised her eyebrows. "Jane? Really?"

Jane stood up. "It was the way you phrased it," she said. "Being withbothof them was the best moment of my life." She patted her belly.

Lewis, seated next to her, beamed at his wife.

Devoted laughed, and some of the audience did too. "Ah. Well, some of us are just lucky," she said. "Anyway, now you are about to see at least part of why. And if you like you can participate with us in what we in the church call the Infernal Communion."

Malphas stood up and unzipped his pants. Alice and Saffy looked up as his cock came into view, over eight inches soft. There were gasps from the audience. He peeled off his pants and then sat back down again.

Alice couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She wanted to take it in her mouth right then and there. Ever since she'd had her first taste of it, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Go ahead and stroke it, girls," Malphas said. "Kiss it, but not the tip. Don't make me cum, but don't worry about it too much. I've got good endurance."

Saffy was the first to reach out and obey. Alice looked past Saffy to see that Lilitu's thong had been removed, and that Jim Carville was stroking the demoness to hardness. Jim had always been such a macho guy that it was funny to see him kneeling and playing with a cock, but she couldn't blame him. Cock or no cock, Lilitu was a gorgeous woman.

Alice put her hand next to Saffy's. The two girls exchanged looks, and stroked together. In their hands, the demon's cock grew, creating space on the shaft for them to gently kiss and lick. God, he tasted so good.

Alice wanted more.

Someone was bound to tell her mother. Alice didn't care. Yes, Mom, I'm a slut for demon cock. It was silly to think anyone would be ashamed of that. Alice was pretty sure she'd be a slut for demon cock the rest of her life.

Jim was kissing Lilitu's balls reverently. That was a good idea, thought Alice, and she did the same for Malphas. There was more of his taste there, because they were sweaty, but to Alice that just made them more delicious.

Devoted kept talking, but Alice couldn't pay attention to what she said.

A drop of precum formed at the tip of Malphas' penis, and Alice moved to lick it up. But Malphas stopped her, guiding her mouth back to his balls. She looked up at him, begging with her eyes, but he whispered, "Later. I promise."

She supposed she could hold back a little longer.

People were moving, and she looked around. A line was forming in front of Malphas, and another in front of Lilitu. All the men who had gotten up were in front of Lilitu, although there were a few women in that line too. Only a few people remained in their seats, Melba being one of them.

"You can lick, or you can take their infernal phalluses briefly into your mouth, and receive a taste of their most sacred essence. Remember to thank them for their gift."

The first woman in line, one of the waitresses from O'Hara's, knelt before Malphas. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucked, and released him reluctantly a few seconds later. "Thank you," she said. "You taste so good."

"You're welcome," Malphas told her.

More pre-cum leaked from his cock. The next woman knelt, and licked. "Thank you."

One by one, the women knelt and tasted the demon's pre. Across the way, Lilitu received similar obeisance.

Alice squeezed Malphas's shaft as she stroked, making sure there was plenty of pre-cum for the next woman, and trying not to feel too jealous.

And then the line was empty. "Your turn," Malphas said.

Alice went down on Malphas greedily. The first taste of precum almost made her cum, and she started bobbing up and down on his cock, eager for more.

"Give Saffy a turn," he told her.

Right. They had a deal. Alice leaned back, catching her breath, to watch her best friend blow Malphas. Alice had almost forgotten about their audience for a moment. Well, the Rubicon had been crossed, and there was no use pretending any more.

Saffy held out his cock to Alice. "Can we make you cum now, Malphas?" she asked.

"Yes."

Alice took the big red cock into her mouth eagerly.

"We want to share," Saffy said to Malphas. "We're a package deal. We both want your cum together."

Malphas grinned. "I'm good with that."

Alice let Saffy have a turn, and while Saffy sucked on Malphas' thick red dick, she asked, "Are we going to hold it in our mouth, and snowball it?" There were logistics to consider.

Saffy handed the cock back to Alice. "Or he could come all over us," she said.

"Better get undressed if you want that," he said. "It could get pretty messy. I cum a lot."

Understatement of the year, thought Alice.

Saffy surprised her by removing her dress. Even more surprising, Saffy wasn't wearing underwear. Her friend was stark naked.

Devoted was leading the congregation in some kind of hymn. She recognized it from her visits to the Methodist church, although the words had been changed. She had more important things to pay attention to.

Alice passed the cock back to Saffy and stripped off her shirt and bra.

Across the way, Lilitu groaned as she shot her load into Jim Carville's mouth. Two girl blowjobs might be sexy, thought Alice, but they weren't efficient. At least not the way they were going about it. There had to be a skill to it, and she and Saffy were going to learn to work as a team. Alice resolved right then that they were going to be the best demon sluts in Shadow Creek.

"I'm ready," Malphas said. "Stroke me."

The two girls' hands moved together on the great red shaft. They knelt, looking upward, mouths open, tongues out, breasts thrust forward.

And Malphas came. It was like a fire hose. The first jet sprayed into Saffy's mouth, then across her cheek, and then finished by coating Alice's tongue. The next jet went straight down Alice's throat, and then coated Saffy's face. They moved it back and forth, until thick globs of cum stung their eyes and covered their faces, but there was still more, jetting onto their breasts and thighs.

Maybe, thought Alice, I should have taken the skirt off too.

She came, and Saffy did too, the two cum-covered girls shuddering in pleasure. And then they turned to each other and lovingly licked up every last drop of cum from their bodies.

"Best friends forever," Saffy whispered.

"Definitely," Alice agreed.

"Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" now had a whole new meaning.

#

"I tell you, they are mind controlling our women, and if the council won't do something about it, I will!" Mrs. Claridge's voice went up half an octave as she got more excited and angry. She was an unattractive woman. The weight she carried might have made her curvy or pleasingly plump, but the perpetual frown she wore on her face and the loose fitting grey and brown clothes she wore made her seem dumpy. If there had been a no-fun league, Mrs. Claridge gave the impression she would want to be president of it. Instead, she was chairwoman of People Resisting the Infernal Servants of Satan. It was in that capacity that she had signed up to address the council for the five minutes that was the right of any citizen.

"Thank you, Mrs. Claridge," said Lewis Thurston, currently occupying the rotating chairmanship of the town council. "Your time is up."

"There is no such thing as a matter of too much time on a matter like this!" Mrs. Claridge stated. "Humanity itself is at stake!"

"Mrs. Claridge, please sit down. We are prepared to look into this matter as soon as you do so."

"Well. I should hope so!" With a harrumph, Mrs. Claridge sat down heavily.

"Dr. Chang, I understand you've done some research into this?" Thurston liked to be prepared, and Claridge's speech had been predictable enough. He had talked to Devoted, and Devoted had recommended Abby Chang, a Ph. D. from Johns Hopkins.

Abby stood up. "Yes, sir," she said.

Lewis liked being called sir. "And what were your findings?"

"The skin and secretions of the Infernals do indeed contain a mild aphrodisiac."

"See! Mind control!" cried Mrs. Claridge, getting back to her feet.

"It would be a shame," Lewis said, not meaning a word of it, "if we had to have you removed for being out of order, Mrs. Claridge."

Mrs. Claridge frowned even more than usual and sat back down.

"You were saying, Dr. Chang?" Thurston prompted.

"A very mild aphrodisiac. Laboratory tests indicate that even the sort of dose one would get from prolonged physical contact - say, dancing for several minutes, even if very little, er, fabric was in the way -"

"As it usually is," interjected Mrs. Claridge. "Satan's servants are all perverts."

"You have been warned, Mrs. Claridge. Please resist the impulse to stand, speak, or otherwise demonstrate." Thurston made a face. "I promise to have a question for you later on, if you're still here." It might work, he thought, and he imagined he could make up something. "Dr. Chang, please continue."

"Even that sort of dose produces an amount of arousal less than what most of our test subjects experience while watching a video designed to produce a similar effect."

"You mean porn?"

Dr. Chang nodded. "Yes. Ordinary pornography, chosen by the test participants."

"And you did tests with both women and men? Should I inquire about how you were able to do this experiment?"

"Yes, to the former, of course. And men reacted more strongly to the videos, as you might guess, but we used videos based on what we thought was likely to be arousing for each participant. As for the testing of the aphrodisiac, we obtained a sample, and chemically analyzed it until we could eliminate the possibility of all but a few chemicals being the active agent. We then tested the agents until we determined that only one had the arousing effect. The so called demonol. It was then synthesized and used in the test."

She paused while she remembered getting the samples. After an hour of dancing with a demon, she had managed to pull herself away. The little black dress she had worn had been analyzed, as well as samples from her skin. There was some guess work involved, in all of it, of course, and it was true that she'd erred on the side of understating the amount of aphrodisiac transmitted - all within reason, of course. And advertising for subjects to watch erotic movies as part of a study probably selected for those who were more likely to be aroused by pornography. But still, everything she said was defensible, and her study had every chance of being approved by a peer-reviewed journal.

She had gone back to the club. She could now speak from experience that giving a blowjob with an absorbent piece of cotton in her mouth to gather samples wasn't an enjoyable experience. The concentration of aphrodisiac in the semen of a demon was many times higher than in their skin, but of course that happened afterward, and even so, it was hardly mind control in Abby's opinion. They just had a chemical boost for making their lovers feel very, very good. She looked forward to repeating the experience - without the cotton.