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HEAVEN AND HELL: The Recruiter By Maggie Finson I knew it was wrong to be screwing around with Lisa Hemmings, especially since she was married, and I had a wife of my own that I dearly loved, and a son and daughter I would have gone through fire for without a seconds thought or hesitation. I loved my family, but to my shame, I also had this perverse need to bed other women. A lot of other women, never mind how many, just accept a lot the way it sounds. I'd finish one of my low rent rendezvous with first a feeling of gratified accomplishment and so sure of my manhood that I found myself a bit hard to be around. Then the guilt would sneak up on my over- inflated psyche and I'd be miserable for weeks, being extra attentive and good to Julie, my slim, willowy, patient wife of ten years, and our children. I really did love them all very deeply and would feel like a complete shit for doing what I had behind their backs. My flitting from one paramour to another for maybe one or two nights, then saying "So long, its been real nice, but gotta go now." ended abruptly when Ed Hemmings and his wife Lisa moved into the house next to ours. Ed was a big, bluff man with a thick shock of flame red hair and fine sense of humor; he also had an explosive temper held tightly in check out of consideration for his wife, and others that were around him. At a not so amazing 6' 5" but a whopping 295 pounds without one ounce of real fat, Ed was one of those guys who could lift one end of a car so you could change the tire while telling off color jokes all the while. I liked him from the start. Lisa was tall -- 5'10"-- for a woman, and sleekly voluptuous from her small feet and trim ankles all the way to her wavy mane of silky ash-blonde hair (natural, not out of a bottle) with a face that would have had the old masters lining up to use her for a model in their representations of angels. In short, physically, Lisa Hemmings was flawless, with creamy complexion, soft satiny skin, and a figure that would stop traffic anywhere she went. She was also intelligent, witty, friendly, and generally fun to be around. Trouble from the start, for a guy with inclinations like mine. Worse, though I didn't think so at the time, she was just as attracted to me. We were like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, drawn together without any real volition or reason other than the aching need to be together. Now for a little about me. I was a pretty regular guy until my deeply hidden sexual urges came out. I rationalized those by telling myself that at least I wasn't some serial rapist or murderer and nobody really got hurt in my little excursions into the Strange P. Ha! If only I'd known what I found out later to my extreme dismay... Ah, never mind, I'll get to that later on. Anyway, my name was Michael, an ironic choice made by my parents all things considered, but again, I'm getting ahead of myself. I worked hard, held a good job and brought in more than enough money to keep my family more than simply comfortable. I worked out -- in a gym most of the time, was a fit 165 pounds on a slim but masculine 5'11" frame, was reasonably good looking, still had all my hair at 38, went to church with the family, participated in Parent-Teacher associations, and generally puttered around the house and yard on my days off enough to keep my home looking well cared for and the yard manicured. Getting on with things, and that is not a play on words, Lisa and I became very good friends within a surprisingly short period of time. Ed was a high-powered troubleshooter for computer systems and networks working for a company that sent him all over the world. Sometimes with very little in the way of notice. If there was enough lead-time, he would take Lisa along and the old neighborhood was a little dimmer and grayer until they returned. But most of the time, Lisa was left alone at home while hubby went off to some exotic corner of the world to add to his growing bank account. Which, of course, left Lisa alone and lonely. Leaving me hot, horny, and in full flight, so to speak. We started out slowly, meeting for coffee or a drink somewhere far enough away from where we lived to not risk being seen by anyone who knew us. Then things escalated to motels rooms for an hour or so, then overnighters, and finally in some pretty expensive hotels for weekends, or several days through the middle of the week. Getting even more adventurous, we began trysting in each other's houses when our respective spouses were absent. That's where we made our biggest mistake. Ed got in a day early from a junket to Hong Kong and wanted to surprise Lisa. Well, he sure did surprise her; and me. In the bed they were supposed to have exclusive rights to sharing. When I saw the look on his face, stricken, unbelieving, betrayed, and angry beyond description, I knew Lisa and I had I'd up big time. Without a word, Ed turned around and walked away from the bedroom. But only for about ten seconds. He carried a fourteen-shot nine- millimeter Taurus, and very fine weapon made in Brazil, in his luggage. It took him about that long to find it, shove in a clip, and empty it into the two of us. Then he jacked the empty clip, shoved in another and emptied that into both of us just to make sure. Goodbye Charlie, and Lisa, and Michael. So long world, it's been nice, but you know how it is. Gotta go. Bye, bye, Sayonara, Adios, Aurevoir, and all that stuff. We were gone before we really realized there would be no more afternoon delight for us. At least it sure seemed that way at the time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It seemed to be no time at all between hearing the pistol shots and experiencing the impact of nine-millimeter slugs -- an experience I don't recommend -- and finding ourselves in a rather upscale waiting room for what for all intents was a very busy office. "Where are we?" Lisa questioned , staring at our surroundings with her large blue eyes even bigger than usual. "Don't ask me," I returned, still somewhat daze by the -- to me - - recent events. "Who would have thought that the dead have to deal with bureaucracy? There just isn't any justice." "Dead?!!" Lisa's eyes widened even more, and her slender, long nailed hand lashed out in ringing slap to my cheek that I had no chance to dodge. "You bastard! This is all your fault! I'd be home with Ed if you hadn't been able to control that thing between your legs!" "That thing between your legs contributed, you know," I countered with something less than tact. "Ohh, you!" Lisa crossed her arms under her still gorgeous breasts, and turned away from me. "I'm not going to put up with mudslinging from a man who cheated on his wife and kids!" "Well..." I trailed off since it seemed a little silly to point out that she had cheated on her husband at the same time. diplomatically, I tried changing the subject. "Look , honey, there's no point in arguing about things now. Besides, have you noticed that both of us look pretty good for all the slugs we took?" "Uhhmm, uhhm," Our argument was stopped before it could become more colorful by a slight, elegantly prissy little man standing behind a counter that I could have sworn hadn't been there just a few seconds before. Actually, I was kind of relieved. Angry as Lisa was, and with her claw-like fingernails, I really wasn't all that anxious to find out if dead people could still bleed. "Pardon my interruption," the little guy urbanely drawled in a faint British accent. "But don't you think fighting is just a bit much under the circumstances?" "And what exactly," Lisa's sweet voice dripped acid, literally. Tiny green droplets from her mouth hissed and smoked the moment they touched the plush red carpet at our feet. "Are our circumstances?" Prudently widening the distance between my former lover, and myself I nodded. "Yeah, that question does come to mind. Where exactly are we, and who are you?" "I," the fellow offered us a watery smile, "Am Albert, chief receiving clerk here, and you two are quite obviously in the waiting room of our reception area waiting to be processed." "I suppose there are forms we need to fill out," I sighed in resignation. "Oh, I think we should be able to dispense with those boring little details," Albert smiled, showing an unsettling cannibalistic array of gleaming, needle sharp teeth in his too wide mouth. "Since we knew you were coming, and your assignments have already been determined." "Assignments?" I questioned, while Lisa made a definitive point of being unimpressed with the current situation, and the two males discussing it with regal, feminine disdain. "Oh, of course," Albert offered that horrid smile again. "You have both been pre-assigned and your designated -- superior, should be arriving quite soon." The unmistakable clicking of high heels on a tile floor immediately followed his so illuminating explanation. Followed by the appearance of the most absolutely, incredibly, unbelievably, bodaciously gorgeous female I had ever set eyes on. Her alabaster flesh was lovingly caressed by a silky black ,sleeveless mini-dress that was filled in all the right places to its capacity. That short, tight skirt ended at least five inches above her smooth, lovely knees, and led my eye down a pair of long, sex dream material legs ending in slender ankles and impossibly dainty little feet clad in gleaming black patent leather sandals with at least a five inch heel that couldn't have been wider than a large nail. Hips and ass that would have made a feast themselves curve inward and upward to a high, narrow waist, that in turn rose to support sweetly rounded shoulders and the most perfectly formed melons of breasts I would have dared imagine in my wildest dreams. Slender, bare arms , slim wrists, small, long fingered hands ending in carefully manicured, blood red pointed nails standing half an inch out from the fingertips were equally enthralling. Her long, thin column of a neck with perfectly smooth throat pulled my eyes up to her face and I thought I was going to die all over again. Her face was feminine, alluring, and strong. Sounds funny, given the heart shape it had, and the delicate, rounded chin, soft sweep of jaw, high cheekbones clothed in enough flesh to make them as soft as the rest of her appearance, and a delicate, upturned little nose that couldn't have been purposely sculpted by any mortal artist. All that was topped with amazingly large, almond eyes that shone with a glittering gem-like emerald while still giving the overall impression of warmth and giving. Throw in thinly arcing crescent moons of brows, wide, smooth forehead, and frame all that with a mass of lushly curling, shining, flame red hair that tumbled exuberantly over her shoulders to coyly tease at her breathtaking bottom. An intricately fashioned, slender gold chain circled her neck with a huge emerald pendant set in an oval gold plate that nestled just above the dark, welcoming mysteries of cleavage between her so luscious breasts. Slim gold bracelets circled her wrists, tinkling with her slightest move and sounding like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. "Ohhhhh," I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "I have died and gone to Heaven." "Hardly," her husky, smoky contralto sent chills through my whole body as she answered that with a quirk of a smile from her full, cupid's bow mouth. "But I'm quite sure that you will discover your error very quickly, Michael." Albert squelched a high pitched giggle, then turned with a very contrite and serious expression to the alabaster and flame goddess. "Your Pardon, My Lady. I hadn't quite gotten to the point of telling either of them where they are." "You are forgiven, Albert, dear," she purred with a sultry smile that had my little man instantly at attention. "Their arrival was actually quite entertaining, wasn't it?" "Indeed it was, Lillith, my dear," a deep resonant voice answered. One that I hadn't heard up to then, and so filled with masculine strength and pure male essence, I cringed in humble shame for being so inadequate before I even caught sight of its owner. Swallowing, I knew from another standpoint just how insignificant Lisa had felt after Lillith, whoever she was, had appeared. "Ah, Belial," my goddess purred, then frowned. "Have you ever been on time for anything?" "Once, maybe," the owner of that voice answered in amusement. "I really don't recall the details, but it had to have been a horrendous error on the part of my planning department." "I'm certain it was," Lillith let out a rich, velvety laugh. "But you are here now. Shall we gather up our respective recruits and begin working them into our systems?" "Of course, dear lady," Belial responded, finally coming around the high partition so we could see him. Imagine the masculine equivalent of Lillith. Tall, dark complexioned, with a shock of thick midnight black hair down to his wide shoulders, muscles on his muscles but still remaining lithely catlike, with a ruggedly chiseled face, heavy dark brows and eyes that smoldered with pent up passion. Did I say I'd felt inadequate? Amend that to never-be-able-to-measure-up, then add a feeling of inferiority that had me feeling miniscule. Talk about demoralizing. Lisa was as captivated by Belial as I was by Lillith. Neither one of us could spare the slightest glance to each other. Then things slowly began to penetrate my still halfway fuddled mind. Recruits? Not victims, or prisoners, but recruits. One look at Lillith and I knew beyond a doubt what she had chosen Lisa for, but couldn't for the life of me understand what the fellow called Belial would possibly want with me. Not that I was a weakling, or ugly, but I could tell in a glance that I wouldn't even come close to measuring up to that standard.(Okay, so I was dead; old habits and patterns stay with you for a while, and to be honest about things, I wasn't quite used to, or even comfortable with the idea of being not only dead, but in Hell.) As I was slowly, and not so surely, assimilating all of that wile trying unsuccessfully to quell the attention my crotch was paying to Lillith, I heard her velvety voice, "Well enough pleasantries for now. come along dear, and let's get you started on your initiation into your new existence. "No, no, no, dearie," Lillith waved Lisa back as she slowly began to move forward to join the voluptuous, inhuman beauty that redirected her towards the other being who had come to claim us. "You are his. I'm here to take you, Michael, now come along, dear, and be a good boy. We have a lot of things to do and not all that much time to get them done." Gulping, I glanced nervously at the very visible erection tenting out my slacks, then hesitantly moved towards the being who was going to be my new master --Mistress, I should say. "Come on," her voice carried a note of command, and slight, half- tolerant annoyance. She was using exactly the kind of tone I had heard my wife use when the children were dawdling. "Don't worry about your little problem down there sweetling, It will soon be taken care of, that I promise you." Following like the good little boy I was supposed to be (I hoped), I heard a deep chuckle, then Belial's unforgettable voice from behind. "Be sure to reintroduce me to your new recruit when everything is finished up to your satisfaction, Lila. I am really looking forward to seeing how this one turns out." "Damn, I hate it when he calls me that," Lillith muttered hardly loud enough for me to hear and I was right beside her. A snicker from behind let me know that he had heard it, too. Raising her lilting voice, my new keeper, or whatever she was supposed to be, responded. "Why of course, Bel, darling. That is if you reciprocate in kind with your new one." "Done!" he happily called out while I was beginning to worry about what this everything and to her satisfaction was going to involve. Also I wondered why exactly he would be so interested in me once it was over with. "See the two of you soon!" We approached some kind of doorway. At least I thought it was a doorway. Not being too sure of how things worked around here, I just of let myself go with the flow and tried to relax as Lillith gently took my hand then led me to the glowing, multicolored oval. The predominate colors of the thing were hot pink, deep, dusty rose, an almost virulent red, and glossy black. "Hold on tight, sweetie," Lillith instructed me. "You haven't been assimilated yet, so losing me as we go through this portal could have some very unpleasant consequences for you." I tightened my grip, as instructed, on her delicate, soft hand and she didn't even flinch at the pressure, simply gave me a lazy, indulgent smile. After that, I would have ridden her piggyback or any way else she told me to. Seeing my reaction widened her smile, but I thought I saw something almost like a mix of anticipation and pity in her lovely eyes as she led me into the portal. I didn't even have time to do more than start the question I meant to ask. "What's assimilated m............." "earn?" I finished after feeling like my insides had been pulled through my mouth, then roughly pushed back in just before I found myself standing next to a gloriously nude Lillith in the entrance to a very well tended garden. With a start, I discovered that I was as naked as she was. Naked, not nude or undressed, as I felt very exposed and vulnerable as I was, even in the presence of a female who would have had me plotting ways to get in that very position even a day earlier. "There are distinct clans here," speaking as if nothing were at all unusual, she continued pulling me forward. "Until the one given first chance at you had completed your initiation, you would be fair game for any of the others should you turn up elsewhere alone. To prevent that, you will be initiated directly into TheLillium, my clan, just as soon as we get to the proper place." "Oh," was about the most intelligent thing I could say, since we had emerged into a meadow-like clearing and I saw other members of my soon to be Clan gathered and waiting. The astounding sight that greeted me was a gathering of the most astonishingly beautiful women I had ever seen. All of them were in heels, makeup, jewelry, and not much else. Upon closer inspection, I noted that all of them also wore some kind of garment that appeared to be made of very soft, supple leather that some draped over their shapely shoulders and others simply allowed to trail out behind them like furled wings. I could also have sworn that an occasional flicking behind several of then were slim, prehensile tails sporting rounded barbs at the tips. As we drew closer yet, I could see the glint of unholy hunger in each of their eyes as they attempted to drink me in, literally, it seemed as I sensed something of myself trailing out in small tendrils to about twenty or so of them. It felt chillingly like something important was being slowly drained out of me and I was growing noticeably weaker as it went on. One of them smiled at me, revealing delicate, but definite needle sharp fangs inside her lovely, sensuous mouth, and a forked tongue flicked out to quickly snare one of the tendrils being teased out of my body. "Now stop that!" Lillith chided, to my temporary relief, as the slight pulling I had started to feel in my soul stopped. "this one is not food, or a toy." "Yes, Mother," all of then responded in sweetly musical voices that sounded like a symphony while lowering their gorgeous faces in a contrite show of submission to her commands. "Not that we have that issue settled," Lillith glared, then softened her expression to a smile, "I would all of you to meet Michael, the newest addition to our family." After very careful looking around, I could find no sign of any type of male anywhere close enough to see. I was beginning to get a really bad feeling about all this, with snatches of conversations that I had heard in both the waiting room (?), from Belial, and Lillith's talk of assimilation and initiation. Yes a really bad feeling. "Michael has been a very naughty boy," Lillith went on to a scattering of feminine titters and giggles that she made no move to quiet. "It seems that he cheated on his pretty and devoted wife almost since the day their honeymoon was finished, and constantly lied and cheated to get the objects of his illicit desires into bed with him. In fact, Michael was so very, very good at what he did, that I immediately claimed him as mine once his neighbor put and end to his fascinating second career. "As you can see," she went on as various scenes from my life were flashed in the air above us and I actually blushed at the oohs, and ahhs that came from the audience, "His talents are really something special." "So," smiling as she led me forward a little more, to the exact center of a circle comprising twenty-five of the incredible beauties, "I felt it would be a terrible waste for him to suffer some of the more mundane punishments available here, and cut through enough red tape to get him permanently assigned to us." Murmurs of agreement spread through the small, intimate circle and twenty-five beautiful heads, adorned with delicate little horns that I found quite sexy, by the way, nodded. "Which brings us to the fun part," Lillith gave me a wicked, and halfway cruel grin, showing her own delicate little fangs in the process. "Which of you will be the luck one to initiate this newest member of our clan fully into our ranks?" "Kayla," all but one of them chimed in, again sounding like a symphony made up of only sweetly toned woodwinds and strings. As they did this, the only one that had been silent moved gracefully forward to stand in front of me. I knew without a doubt what was going to happen to me, but was absolutely powerless to even voice a slight protest. Kayla's nearness had revived my erection, and her scent, musky, clean, and a little spicy, filled my both my heads with a lust like I had never dreamed possible to have for anyone. Kayla was a petite brunette, with shining, almost wild hair spilling over her pale shoulders to caress both prominent globes of her breasts, and her shapely bottom. Her skin was perfectly flawless, smooth as the alabaster it resembled but a silky softness and sheen that made it clear she wasn't made of stone. Her high, narrow waist could have been encompassed by my hands, and with thinking that, they reached out to perform the act. Her soft, lustrous skin sent tingles of pure need through my hands that shot through my nervous system to reach every part of my body. One of my hands slid easily down her waist, to curve outward with the shape of her delightfully full hips, then stroked her bottom. The only jarring moment came when I found the base of her tail. It was fleshy and warm like the rest of her, and with a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped it around my wrist then gently guided the captured hand to her front. One of my feet softly rubbed up and down her perfect legs, then began playing with her toes as if it had a mind and will of its own. Meanwhile her tail had released my wrist once my hand had encountered her sex and my fingers had explored the puffy little folds of labia and had started to play with her clitoris after the lips had opened to admit them. I should have recoiled from her buttery golden eyes, especially when I noticed they had snake-like vertically slit pupils, but the hint of sadness, longing, and long past suffering I saw in them captivated me completely. The rest of her face was almost childlike in its innocent appearing beauty, with high, delicate cheekbones, small impudent nose, and its heart shape. That innocence fled when you saw her mouth, though. I'm not talking about the fangs, either. In fact, I was beginning to think those slender, needle pointed canines were kind of cute. No, I mean her mouth was a generous, soft, red cupid's bow that fairly well screamed sensuousness when it was doing nothing but adorning her face. Just then, it was working on mine with a will, and let me tell you, being French kissed by a forked tongue that is long enough to tickle your tonsils is a real experience. By then, I was so hot and ready that nothing short of extreme violence could have pulled me even an inch away from Kayla's exotic, heated form. I hardly registered what was happening when her wings, yes, I said wings, unfurled and enfolded me within her embrace. I'm not even going to attempt describing how that lovemaking was. Only that it was lovemaking, because things were being passed both ways. and was more gentle exploration and seeking to please each other than the frenzied sex I had expected. Kayla had at least six orgasms, and I experienced three in rapid succession. The last one was so intense, spreading from my crotch throughout my whole body in sizzling concentric waves, that I found myself screaming in sheer ecstasy along with Kayla. "Welcome to the ranks of The Damned, dearest sister," Kayla whispered into my still buzzing ear, then gently, almost reluctantly, extricated herself from the tangle of limbs, wings, and tails that we had become. Wait one second, here! I thought foggily, Sister? TAILS? With a groan that sounded satisfied, if disturbingly different, I simply dismissed that idea for the time being and gave in to the waves of exhaustion that were eager to claim me. II "Wake up, sleepyhead!" Lillith's familiar, velvety voice aroused me. From sleep, not into sexual heat. "You must feed, dear one, or you will not survive the metamorphosis. Your sister, Kayla has brought you some sustenance. Now sit up and drink it in." Groggily, I managed to sit up with a great deal of effort, then was met head on by a pair of soft, moist lips that parted slightly as they lightly touched mine. Instinctively, I drew in a breath, and found that I was taking in more than air. It was intoxicating, a salty, but sweet substance that was more insubstantial than vapor, but filled me with a sense of well being that was hard to resist. I eagerly inhaled again, and continued to draw that wonderful nectar deeply into my being. Somehow, I knew my stomach wasn't getting any of it, but that it was nourishment my body badly needed just the same. "Enough, little sister," Kayla laughed at my blatant gluttony. "You will drain me into a dry husk if you keep this up much longer." Licking my lips with a strangely agile tongue to get the last residue of my first nourishment since finding myself in Hell, I gave a soft, satisfied sigh then sank back into sleep once again. "She is so strong!" Kayla's voice entered my fuzzy brain in a dream-like fluidity. "As I expected," another voice, Lillith's I think, answered, "and had hoped. Lorilei is going to be a fine addition to our forces." "Once she adapts," Kayla agreed with something like trepidation in her voice." "Oh, well," I mumbled sleepily to myself in that half-dream state. "I wish they'd stop talking about whoever that is and let me get some sleep. If I'm going to be their milk cow, I really need to get some rest, and maybe I should really try and avoid this Lorilei, for the time being. She might accidentally kill me for good if she's as powerful as they are saying." My sleep was filled with strange sensations, and even odder dreams. I dreamed of flying, with my own wings, and it was exhilarating, giving me a sense of freedom I'd never known before. But my body was not my own, rather that of a very lithe, sensuous young woman barely out of her girlhood. That disturbed me, but not enough to break my enthrallment at the feel of actually flying. I could even feel the muscles in my chest, along my ribcage, and back working easily to maintain that flight, along with the pressure of air on my wing surfaces. the entire experience was short, but intense enough to give me an orgasm in my sleep. In another, feeling the hunger but not really understanding what it was, I easily interrupted my flight to drift through a solid wall into a bedroom. Drawn to the figure on the bed in that room, I noted with some delight that it was a good looking, well muscled young man. The hunger flared again, almost painfully, until I reached out a slim, long nailed hand to tease his sex out into view. I wasn't worried that he would wake up, or that anyone else would disturb me as the blood colored nails at the tips of my fingers adroitly aroused his sleeping member. Then with hands and mouth, I urged him to a full erection, amused at the picture in his dream. That was of a teenaged girl with long blonde hair, a pretty face, and the slender body of early adolescence. When he began responding with the fervor I needed, I mounted him, impaling my sweet, and ravenous vagina with his engorged penis. When he finally came, the orgasm I experienced was incredible, and accompanied by a rush of that wonderfully musky, salty male essence that was more spirit that anything else. Sated, I leaned forward, aware of my breasts brushing against his still heaving chest, to place a light kiss on his smiling mouth. The next one had me, still in that disturbing feminine form, flying over a dark cityscape in the direction of screams of fury and pain from some like me. They weren't exactly like me, but from the same general place, and allied with my clan. I was honor bound to help them if I was able, though knew it was unlikely they would feel the same way. A human-like figure shining so brightly I had to squint to see it resolved into a winged man swooping forward to attack me. His wings were things of beauty, so white they hurt my soul as well as my eyes. My sharpened vision could make out individual feathers and the flex of his powerful muscles propelling him inexorably closer. I also noted the flaming sword in his right hand, The sword meant to destroy me. "Elohim!" I spat out with disgust, throwing a small spell in his path to distract him while I prepared a more powerful one. He knew what I was doing, doubling his efforts to reach me with that horrible sword. I calmly observed his progress, then grinned triumphantly as the newly readied spell engulfed his form in crimson lightnings. Not knowing whether the Hellshocks had simply wounded, or killed the angel, I raced forward to assist my brethren. "Lorilei," a gentle voice intruded, welcomely, into those terrible dreams. "Come on, sweet, wake up. It is time you came to know yourself." 'Arrgh!" I moaned loudly while trying to sit up. It felt as if every bone in my body had either been lengthened, shortened, or changed in some other manner. Along with muscle, tendons, and flesh. To say I ached would be like comparing a pinprick to being cut wide open with a sword. That simile brought back the horrid nightmare of killing the angel, and I shuddered. "I know, I know, little one," the voice soothed and I could see it belonged to an indistinct blur directly in front of me. "It hurts. The Transformation is always painful, even for females. For a male it must be excruciating. Try and stand now, I'll help you." Soft, gentle hands held my elbow and wrist with a strength such delicate things should not possess, lending me steadiness when my legs threatened to give out on my first try. Something was very wrong with the way I was standing, but I couldn't quite understand what was bothering me. My feet seemed to be arched in a way intended to keep me standing on my toes, and there was a thin protrusion from each heel that lent support. Providing I was careful about setting my feet down. My hips felt all wrong, too wide by a lot more than half, and my legs seemed to be much farther apart than I was used to. Then there were the things stuck to my back. Whatever they were made a bulky counter to anything I tried that even resembled balance, and they moved at unexpected times, throwing my equilibrium off again and again. "Damn! I swore softly, and realized that my voice sounded just as strange as the rest of me felt. Talking was different as well. My tongue seemed to have a life of its own, one determined to keep me from uttering one intelligible word, and while doing that it encountered a pair of slender, sharply tipped canines pointing towards my lower lip. Which also felt swollen, by the way. "Relax, Lorilei," again the voice soothed, and I finally recognized it as belonging to Kayla. But why was she calling me that name? "Let your body guide you, dear one. It knows how to move and speak. allow it to do so, instead of fighting it, and you will be fine." The blur, now beside me, resolved into the familiar figure of Kayla wearing a concerned/amused expression on her lovely face. Strangely, her closeness failed to initiate even a little sexual excitement. I dismissed that as a carryover from my long sleep and the dreams that had filled it. Brother, I was more right than I realized at the time! But I took her advice and stopped actively trying to stand and walk. And my body gained its formerly absent equilibrium. The objects on my back folded up and held still, something fleshy that had been tangling up in my legs raised itself to coil easily along my back then assume a gently curved attitude standing out and away from my bottom. My recalcitrant feet finally found a stable stance, and I actually was able to stand without assistance. Standing there without a helping hand, I noticed a few other things that should have been greatly disturbing. Like the soft mounds weighting my chest down enough that I had to stand very erect with shoulders back to balance them and compensate for their swinging motions whenever I moved even slightly. Then there was the complete lack of something, three somethings actually, at my crotch. I also idly noted that thick strands of curling, wavy chestnut hair flowed with unwonted exuberance over my shoulders and chest to tease playfully at the large, soft mounds that now occupied that space; then added further insult to the proverbial injury by tickling my bottom, which felt softer and larger than it should have. All in all, it was a very illuminating, if disorienting awakening. Turning to Kayla, I began to ask her a question, but had to stop long enough to untangle one delicate fork of my tongue from where it had wrapped itself around one of my fangs. "What have you done to me?" I did my best to ignore how much higher and melodic my voice was. Very commendably, I thought, under such trying circumstances. "Initiated you into the Clan Lillium," was her simple, patient response. "Oh, that means you turned me into a girl?" my voice remained remarkably calm, but I decided I could get hysterical later. Just then I really needed to know what the extent of the changes in me were, and how, if possible to reverse them. "No," Kayla giggled, "I just drained your male essence, so your spirit could absorb the female essence that this place is made of. And I didn't turn you into a girl. Our home gave you a form that was compatible with the atmosphere here." "All right," I nodded, shuddering as my hair tickled my sensitive nipples, which sent tiny shocks of pleasure to my brain and pleaded for more. "If I'm not a girl, although I seem to have breasts, and a nice warm, dark vagina and all that goes with it, and a body that feels like an adolescent's wet dream from all I've felt without really looking, mind you, but I know how it feels in here and trust me, it's not at all like it felt before we made love. I also have a higher, softer voice that sounds very nice from in here, and that also has a very seductive, musical lilt to it. "So then," I calmly finished summing things up and gave her a distracted glance. My tail had joined in the fun and was teasing my new anatomy at the crotch. That was the last straw. I tried to stay calm but I guess my new hormone balance zapped that plan, because I finished with, "IF I'M NOT A DAMNED GIRL, THEN DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT THE HELL I AM?!!!" "Basically that," Kayla grinned back at me, not at all put off by my outburst. "Hell disguised as Heaven to entice souls into our ranks. You're a Succubus, like the rest of us who live here." "A what?" I asked again, foolishly, because I knew exactly what that was. Geesh, not only did I look like a wet dream, I was one. Literally. "Never mind, don't answer that, I already know what a succubus does. We go out at night, sneak into some poor unsuspecting guy's bedroom, screw the hell, or maybe I should say heaven, out of him then go on our merry way until dawn or we're so full we can't hold any more. That about cover the deal?" "The basics," Kayla agreed without a twitch. "We are of course far more flexible than that. Succubae are Hell's spell-casters, or sorceresses, if you prefer, we are Hell's spies and agents in the human world, and also serve as liaisons between various factions in Hell, and a few in Heaven as well. We are very much in demand as more than simple playthings, and powerful enough in our own ways that most of the denizens here don't mess with us. "We are also shape shifters," she went on airily, "But are limited to female forms, and possess the ability to mentally and emotionally influence anything male that we come across, even Angels. Satisfied?" "Uh, I guess so," I still didn't care for the idea of being some supernatural sexual creature that held such immense power over men. After all, I'd been a man not so long ago. biting the bullet with an internal sigh, I asked. "Do you think we could find a mirror?" "Oh, sure, Lorilei," with a small giggle of anticipation, she waved one her dainty hands around us. "Just think of one standing in front of you, and Mama will provide it for you." "Mama?" "This whole place is what we call Mama," Kayla patiently explained. "She's the entire garden, the gateways, the walls, and the roof. Mama provides for all our needs while we're at home, Lorilei." I still had to fight from flinching when she called me that, but my companion either didn't notice or simply chose to ignore it as she went on seriously. "But before you ask for anything, you really ought to introduce yourself formally to Mama. She can get pretty testy at times, so it's better not to provoke her without great need." "Introduce myself," nodding I drew in a ling breath, doing my best to ignore the sensations that caused in my chest, and gave Kayla a resigned look. "Okay, so how do I manage that?" "Just close your eyes, tell her hello, and go from there," Kayla suggested. Closing my eyes, but feeling a little more than just silly while wondering if this was some kind of initiation prank, I softly whispered. "Hello, Mama." "Why hello, you pretty little thing!" A matronly voice answered. "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes, I am," my answer came out without thought, and I was still not comfortable being called either pretty or little, but carried on gamely despite that. "My name is Lorilei, I think." "You mean to tell me you don't know your own name, young lady?" Mama's voice held hints of amusement, and a lot of warmth, but I sensed a capacity for underlying coldness and malicious cruelty hidden beneath that surface. Fortunately, none of that latter was directed at me. "Of course your name is Lorilei. Such a lovely name for a lovely creature, I'm certainly glad to meet you, dear. "Oh, damn!" the warm voice became very annoyed, and I was really glad that I had taken Kayla's advice to be polite. "More of those God- Spawned Incubi are trying to sneak in here again! Well, I'll just show them what it feels like to really belong here, that's what I'll do!" Several male screams of fright and surprise rapidly rose in pitch until they were feminine shrieks of horror. "There, that'll fix their wagons, now I'll just send them home so their brothers can play with them for a while. "There, settled their arrogant, masculine hash!" Mama sounded greatly pleased with herself. "some of them have to try this once every thousand years or so, and I have to teach them that sneaking in here to bother my girls isn't such a good idea. Now, those three will spend a few centuries entertaining their brothers and be much wiser for the experience. "Now, little beauty," Mama went on, "What can I do for you today?" "Uh, I'd like to have a mirror, please?" my request sounded more like begging, but after what this entity had just done, I wasn't taking any chances. "If it isn't too much trouble?" "No trouble at all, my darling," Mama enthused, then stopped to ask. "Hand held, or full length?" "Uh, would it be too much trouble to ask for both?" I didn't want to sound greedy at our first meeting, but had the idea that if I really wished to get a full body view of my new self, it would take at least that many. "Oh, no trouble at all, sweetling," Mamma assured me. "You're such a polite little thing, dear, just think of anything you would like to have from now on and I'll happily supply it, all right? "Thank you, Mama," trying on a warm smile, and finding it wasn't so difficult after all, I finished, "and I really do appreciate it." "I'm happy to do it for you, darling," Mama warmly replied, then added. "But don't stay away just because you don't have to ask me personally for things. I'd really love to have you visit once in awhile." "I'll do that," I promised, taking the hint, and feeling that I had just made a very powerful, if unsettling friend. "Bye for now, and thanks again!" "No prob, hon," Mama returned. "Bye, bye." Opening my eyes, I first saw a rather anxious Kayla watching me intently, then that there weren't any mirrors. Yet. As I was beginning to concentrate on what I thought would work, she interrupted me with a carefully concerned tone in her voice. "How did it go?" "Fine," with a shrug I recounted the entire conversation, including the abortive attempt to infiltrate our precincts and the results of that. Kayla chuckled over the last, then gave me an impressed look. "Mama must have really liked you, Lorilei," she grinned, "She hardly ever gives the new ones that privilege, and not many of the rest of us. We usually have to ask, and she can make it really hard on some of the new girls here." "Well, I'm glad she liked me," was my response, as I concentrated on conjuring up the mirrors that I had requested. Those obligingly appeared, the hand mirror, a beautiful silver framed and handled antique showed up in my hand while a matching full length, oval mirror popped into existence right in front of me. When I saw the person reflected in it, I nearly dropped the hand mirror. I know my jaw fell what felt like six inches. "I. Can't. Possibly. Be. That!" my voice rose and the image in my conjured mirror gaped in mingled horror and awe right back at me as one of her small, smooth, long fingered hands absently lifted a mass of hair off her shoulder to negligently toss it back over her shoulder and completely expose one of her breasts. Despite the shock showing in her lovely face, she stood proudly, even regally in front of that mirror and appeared determined to never bow to anyone unless she chose to do so. I don't know how that idea came across but it did, and did so with no room for misinterpretation by anyone. She went far beyond merely beautiful. The inhuman beauty I watched so carefully was stunning, alluring in a palpable way, and wrapped herself in pure sexuality like a well-known and comfortable garment. I shuddered, not from horror, but from an intense narcissistic delight. Because that incomparable beauty was none other than myself. My figure was voluptuous without being the least exaggerated. Full, firm breasts I judged to be around a 36C, high, narrow waist that had to be no more than twenty four inches around led down to lusciously rounded hips with plenty of padding but not overdone, and legs that seemed to stretch to forever and back, tapering down to trim ankles, and small feet clad in high... Wait a minute. Those gorgeous blue spiked heels weren't shoes, they were my feet! Hooves, to be more accurate, and they had cute little clefts where my big toes should have met the rest. Those little hooves were a glistening royal blue, with a high lift in the arch, and supported by the narrow spur that looked like a spike heel. Not that they were grotesque, or anything, they were actually quite pretty, and added greatly to my overall appearance. I actually felt a jolt of pleasure upon seeing them. One hand stole to my crotch and teased at the chestnut curls covering the little mound of my sex, then teased the lips of my labia open and fingered the little nub of a clitoris for a moment. It felt good, but didn't have the sudden jolt of pure sexual heat some of the stories about male to female transformations had made it out to be. The inside of my vagina was a different matter entirely, though. It seemed that my own personal G spot was spread pretty evenly through the whole thing, and muscles that I hadn't possessed earlier closed gently on my inserted fingers. I very quickly removed the fingers to avoid the obvious consequences of leaving them where they had been. There was way too much going on just then for me to lose myself in self generated orgasms. A small part of mind pleaded for me to go ahead, at least that would distract me from the awful changes that had been forced on me. The rest of my mind congratulated itself on its restraint, then eagerly began ordering my eyes to take further stock of my new self. It was impressive, if I may say so, but vanity wasn't an issue just then, shock, illicit joy, a dash of very real horror, and some other emotions I had trouble identifying happened to be the issues I was dealing with at that stage. I continued my visual exploration of new territory. My neck was slender, long, and could only be described as elegant, with a smooth throat that led from the graceful arc of collarbones to the base of my softly sweeping jaw line. A firm, but small and rounded chin led from there to a sensuous, moist looking mouth that was both pouting and generous without being grotesquely large. My nose was a tiny, delicately sculpted masterpiece with a slight upward tilt at the end of its sweep that hinted at mischief underneath that cool facade. Tiny ,but sharply pointed royal blue horns adorned my forehead just at the hairline above each eye. I've heard the overused expression "Yeah, but, hey, they're kind of cute on me!" but wasn't really sure that was the case here. Well, it didn't really matter what I thought of them or anything else regarding my new form. High, full cheeks, shell-like ears that had unnerving little points at their tips, that only helped the overall exotic look in my face and thin arches of chestnut brows all served only to be a setting for the eyes. Those were large, almond shaped with a slight upward tilt at the outside corners, a startling clear, deep blue, and with the expected vertically slit pupils. Framed in long, curling lashes, those eyes were gorgeous, compelling, unnerving, and most definitely mine. They were very expressive, and held depths I didn't care to explore just then. Maybe because they still held a fair amount of shock from my transformation, and hinted at more than a little pent in female sexuality that was something I really didn't care to think about just then. My complexion was a rich creamy wonder of smooth, silky skin shaded with subtle blushes and shadows that complimented the physique of the creature I had become. My hands were small, though not tiny, with long, gracefully tapered fingers tipped with inch-long, blood red nails that I somehow knew could become weapons as well as being adornments. Those were at the ends of slender arms, leading to soft, rounded shoulders, which led to, well... My wings. Those glorious additions to my body resembled those of a bat in shape and with their ridges of reinforcing bone and tendons that showed faintly through the soft, supple flesh that covered them. But the resemblance ended there. Granted, there were a set of wicked looking hooks at their peaks, hooks that curved outward for about seven or eight inches and gleamed like polished ebony. The flesh covering those new appendages was like supple leather that had been dyed a rich royal blue at the outer edges, gradually fading to lighter shades until the centers which adjoined my back and ribcage were a pale, ice blue. My wings graced a slim, straight back and those enticing shoulders like an elegant cloak when folded against my back. They were remarkably flexible, able to encircle my body entirely like a lovely blue chrysalis if I desired them to do so, when spread they were probably eight feet in total width, and ran all the way down my back to join at the base of my spine. Just above the wonderfully pear shaped pair of buttocks that completed my feminine, female form. There was one more thing, though, that had been added, as mentioned earlier. A tail. the fleshy appendage was actually covered with a light, soft fur short as a burr cut on some recently ex-skinhead's skull. That fur was also a light creamy tan, and added an oddly appealing hint of allure to my delectable backside. It ended in a smoothly curved barb at the tip that could serve either as another manipulative organ, or when stiffened by adrenalin, a razor edged weapon. At the moment, the prehensile wonder was still playing with my pussy. "Stop that!" I grumped, slapping it away with my hand, then wincing at the pain that shot up my back. But the too ebullient member obediently returned to its assigned position, curving impudently above my bottom with a pride that seemed independent of anything I might think. "Is this some kind of dream?" I questioned, "or is that really me?" "Can I cook, or can I cook?" a proud voice I recognized as Mama questioned, rather rhetorically, I thought. "Baby, you are without doubt one of the best I've ever done. Lillith will be very pleased with the results, I think." I had to sit down. Obligingly, a comfortable couch appeared right in the path of my backwards fall, and I bounced in the cushions with a softly exhaled, "Ooomph!" "You're gorgeous, Lorilei," Kayla told me with something like envy in her pretty voice. "Mother Lillith and Mama really must have wanted you, to go through all this to keep you around." "I don't think they went through anything compared to what I just have, or will be in the near future," I retorted, "This is really going to take some getting used to. After all, I'm a... was anyway, a man. I don't think I'm ready for this. How can I possibly handle being that gorgeous, inhuman creature that would have had me drooling the second I saw her? This is not going to be easy." "It wasn't meant to be, honey," another voice, Lillith's, informed me with an amused tone. "You are suffering the torments of Hell, after all." "Tell me about it," I muttered under my breath, flustered that the head of my Clan had heard all that, and actually found it amusing. "Am I going to retain my male orientation just to add spice things up?" "With that body?" Kayla actually howled with laughter, Lillith joined her, a little more moderately, and even Mama allowed herself a rumbling chuckle over my question. Lillith appeared out of nowhere, right in front of me, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes and shaking her head in continued, fond amusement. "Ah, Lorilei, having you around is going to be entertaining if nothing else, and you ought to apologize to Mama, she went to a great deal of effort to give you that luscious body, complete with its fully female sex drive and orientation." "Oh, sorry Mama," I grimaced, realizing that being close to the lovely Kayla had done no more than comfort me, instead of prodding an overactive libido into a frenzy of action. "I hadn't really thought things through, I guess." "That's all right, Sugar," Mama soothed. "With the hormone balance I gave your new shape, I'm surprised that you're able to think straight yet. Trust me, you're all girl, through and through. We left your memories intact, as a condition of your punishment, but only for comparison. I think you'll find the new ways open to you for sexual satisfaction and feeding will greatly please you once you've gotten used to them." "Okay," I sighed in resignation, not fully realizing how lucky I'd gotten off. "What do I do next?" "Why you get used to your new body," Lillith told me matter-of- factly. "Meet your sisters, and begin learning what your new role in existence is going to be. Believe me, that should be more than enough to keep you occupied for some time." With what had been done to me so far, on what seemed to be my first day in Hell, I really wasn't all that anxious to explore much of anything. Unless it was the bottom side of my sheets when I woke up to shake off this insane nightmare. Somehow, I didn't think that was going to happen any time soon, but it didn't hurt to hope a little, did it? "You were supposed to abandon all that when you passed the front gates," Lillith responded to my thoughts as if I'd spoken them aloud. "Oh, that's right, you didn't come in the front gates, did you? We were allowed to sneak you and that delightful young woman right into central receiving without all the dreary shuffling off the mortal coil and all that. You'll have to make a point of going to see them some time, you and some of the others could make a party of it." "Sure!" Kayla chimed in cheerfully. "A bunch of us could go, take the special tour then just kind of mingle with all the newcomers for a while and prospect." "I think maybe another time, if that's all right," swallowing something immaterial that still seemed similar to bile in my throat, I suddenly began feeling a little weak. Lillith noticed, giving me a long look, then frowned. "The metamorphosis takes a lot of energy, daughter, and you appear to be in need of more. I think it would be a very good idea for you to feed again, and not stop until you are able to hold no more." III Given what I had become, the idea of feeding turned my stomach, or whatever I had where my stomach had once resided. Especially when I recalled a flash of the dream about me in some strange man's room and what had gone on in there. If that was how I was expected to find nourishment, I kind of thought I'd rather starve. Unfortunately for my increasingly fragile and fading male sensibilities, I hadn't accounted for what my body wanted. It was made for sex, sex, and then some more sex, before it would allow the still shell shocked mind riding inside it any leeway at all beyond being a passenger that could either sit back and enjoy the ride, or go to.... Aw, never mind, I was already there, wasn't I? But, thankfully, it looked as if I was going to be able to put off that dubious pleasure for at least a little while. Now it was time to meet my sisters, not all of them in the sense of every succubus in existence, just the few that had turned out to be my extended family group. "Girls!" Kayla called out as we reached the pillow strewn area where I had been transformed, the others who had circled me then were still there, and straggled over to us either singly or in small groups. "I think it's time to introduce our new sister to her other sisters. "First, this is Lorilei, and since I started her transformation, it's up to me to make sure all the introductions are made before we take the little dear out for her first feeding," Kayla grinned at me with an encouraging little nod that also held an edge of command. "So, let's begin with Lorilei herself. Go ahead dear, the things you will have to say here will never be repeated. Except for these mandatory first introductions, what and who we were is private information that is considered impolite to ask questions about." "I can understand that," with a sigh, I began with my original name, sex and gender, though the assembled group already knew of the previous two. I then went on with details of my former personal life, some the mundane kind that you'd tell anyone at a first meeting. After that, I began getting into the stuff that had gotten me shot and sent to this place. I finished with a quiet, "So, my own punishment is to retain all the memories of who and what I was, especially how much I loved having sex as a male, but to be fully female in my needs, desires, and orientations. I am still having trouble believing all of what's happened and am still more than a little uncomfortable with the form I've been given, but I suppose I'll eventually get used to it." "My, but you were a very naughty boy, weren't you, Lorilei?" A sex dream incarnate -- nuts, I guess all of us qualified for that description -- lazily sauntered to stand directly in front of me wearing a half-sardonic grin. She was taller than I now was, though with nothing but these others to compare with, I had no idea of how short, tall, or anything I was, except of course, female and a succubus. Herr dominant color was a deep red that shaded into black and her large eyes were a startling shade of gem-like sapphire blue that contrasted wonderfully with her shining black hair. "My name is Delilah, and like you, I was once human, but a female. I was a very wicked woman, and earned my punishment here because I had seduced and used my charms to enslave a great warrior who the One-on-High held a special interest in. HE was furious, but the results once I'd died weren't so bad. Now I get spend eternity behaving in the manner of my choice and adoring every chance I have to use my abilities. "Welcome to our Family Group, dear one," she finished, giving me a hug and smile, adding a not so sisterly kiss as an almost afterthought. "You are more than beautiful, even by our standards, and I think you will do well among us." "Delilah is correct," another of my new sisters halted before me with a quizzical tilt to her head. "I am Serena, and give you welcome among us, your loving sisters. Serena was a redhead, with flame red hair and equally striking green eyes that seemed to smolder with whatever she had in mind at the time. Her dominant color was a bright, almost eye searing emerald and we stood eye to eye. "I was a male, also, named Stanley. Stanley loved acting the part of a woman, sexually and in other situations. I am here because of that, and because poor, unhappy Stanley could no longer stand the thought of continuing life as a male, so ended his. During his short lifetime, SRS was unheard of altogether, so the self inflicted hanging seemed to be the only solution. "Take my advice," with an impish grin, Serena crinkled her delicate nose cutely in a parody of distaste. "If you ever get caught doing something so wrong in a human guise and can't get out of the situation until it runs its course, don't let them hang you. It hurts, and is far slower than anyone believes." As she hugged and gave me the obligatory kiss, she also whispered. "If you need any help adjusting, or just want to talk, come to me and I'll try to help." Those two, and Kayla, were the ones who were to have the biggest impact and influence on my new existence. Delilah was flamboyant to the extreme with anything she was involved in, and really lots of fun to be around. By the way, I found out later that she was that Delilah -- you know the one who had Samson wrapped around her pretty little finger -- but she told me it was okay to tell you that, otherwise I'd have just let you figure it out on your own. Serena was thoughtful, and truly enjoyed being the way she was. Which was constantly proven by her subtle sense of humor, and some of the almost outlandish pranks she loved to pull. But when that gal got something into her mind, she wouldn't let go of things until it had happened. She was determined to be my friend, so I gave in early on and helped that along. Just to move things along, I'll give short descriptions of the others, not that I'm intending to slight anyone, I'm sure their backgrounds and histories will turn up sooner or later in the telling of this story, or another one. Mikki; petite, bouncy, bubbly blonde who giggled a lot. Her predominant color was a soft pink, and she came across as the stereotypical air-headed little blonde bimbo so many guys love to fantasize about. Suzette; Demure (at least as demure as one of us could get.) sweet natured, and quite submissive. Her colors were soft earthy oranges with lovely strawberry blonde hair and soft blue eyes. Melody; she had a lovely soprano singing voice, pale blonde hair with just enough gold in it to avoid being platinum, and was again a little taller than I was. Her colors ranged from pale blues into the lower ranges of violet. Su Mei; Asian and with the delicacy and grace associated with the best of those beauties. Dark hair that complemented her almost golden complexion framed an innocent looking face that was surely a true source of temptation to both mortal and supernatural males. I know I'd have happily sold my soul if it hadn't already been in hock for just one night with her. At least I would have when I was a human male. Now all I felt when looking at her was a twinge of jealousy. Su Mei's colors were a creamy white that contrasted very well with her hair and soft brown eyes that could, literally, pull a man's soul into them. Alexis; a truly stunning black beauty who was anything but petite. She towered over me and the others by at least half a head, and gave the appearance of being cool and mostly aloof. Long dark hair carefully braided into a weave full of colorful beads clicked as she moved with a fluidity that was astonishing. Yellow was her color, and it was ravishing, let me tell you. Anyway, these introductions went on as I've told you about, but in nowhere near the sedate, orderly manner I presente