"GRACE!"

"Perfect.. I would love to be yelled at, boss. I don't know what I did wrong already."Grace thought to herself as she dragged her feet into her boss's office. She shut the door behind her and slumped into the chair sitting in front of the intimidating desk.

Her boss spoke with his back facing her. "Grace, do you know why I called you into my office?"

She wanted to say something along the lines of "No shit, I was late.", but she liked her job. Instead, she replied, "Yes, sir. I couldn't fall asleep last night and then I woke up late this morning. I apologize. It won't happen again, I promise."She hoped that her true excuse would give her a pass today. She really needed her job; Her life was decrepit enough as it is. She needed to be able to support herself, alone; she was always alone. Her mind went back to the horrendous memory...

It was 10 years ago. She and her family were driving late at night. The car had nearly been driven off the road by the powerful wind and the continuous rain. They were almost at their house, when a sudden lightning strike struck in front of their car and caused her father to lose control of the wheel and drive off the bridge that they were on. They hit the water with great force, and both of her parents were knocked out. She unbuckled her seat belt, hyperventilating, and tried to shake her parents awake. With no luck, she knew she had to leave the car before the pressure of the water was too great for her to open the car door. She sobbed as she kissed her parents goodbye, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Water came pouring in, and she pushed herself out, leaving her parents to die. After she surfaced for air, her gasps for air turned into gasps of pain. All of the guilt, suffering, death hit her like a wall. She climbed out of the river and curled into a ball and wailed for the loss of her parents. After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly got up and wept as she looked back at the river where her parents would remain. She reached the road and lugged her lifeless body to her the structure which she once called home, which would remain quiet except for the howl of loss. The next day, she packed her bags, left the place which she once called home behind, and never returned..

Her boss had turned around and snapped his fingers repeatedly. "Hello? Grace, are you okay?"

Grace quickly realized her blank expression and wiped the tear from the corner of her eye away. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Just allergies."

"But, I don't understand... angels don't have allergies."Her boss replied, with a devilish grin on his face.

"Oh, that's very kind of you, but I'm not an angel. I'm far from it."Grace blushed in reply.

She looked at her boss- a short, bald man with a bulbous nose protruding from the middle of his face, and dark brown eyes, almost black with wrinkles around them- and wondered why he suddenly took interest in her now.

"Really, my little angel, is it smart to avoid a compliment given to you by a demon sent from the King of Hell himself?" Her boss asked, rising from his chair and his eyes turning black.

Grace gasped and abruptly stood up and turned to leave, but was instead flung against the door and held there, bound by a crushing invisible force that rendered her defenseless. Grace tried to scream for help, but only silence came from her open mouth.

Her boss made a tsk tsk noise and waggled his index finger back and forth. "Grace, my little angel, this morning could have gone so much better for you. If only you had willingly revealed yourself to be the angel we were looking for, then you may have gotten away with not being tortured for a bit longer... but my little angel decided she was too good for compliments, and now I'm here, in my "meat suit" which is your dead boss, sending you off to be tortured."

Her boss, her dead boss, approached her and leaned in inches away from her face. A wicked grin appeared on his face; He chuckled. "But it would be such a shame to let you go to be tortured without giving you a glimpse of what's in store for you..." He said as his black eyes darted down to her breasts.

Grace wriggled against the door, desperately trying to break free, attempting to get someone in the office to notice her banging on the door, but no one would come for her. She knew that she had to try and fight. As her boss was unbuttoning her shirt, she managed to lift her leg and kick him right where the sun don't shine. Her boss groaned and knelt to the floor. Grace dropped to the floor and she quickly got up and exited her boss's office.

"Oh my god. I'm going to die. I need to hide. I'll never make it to my car, and even then, where will I go? Okay, Grace; Focus. Hide!" Grace thought to herself.

She entered her cubicle and grabbed her keys from her purse. She took a moment to look around her to see if anyone else noticed her panicking. She peered over the edge of her cubicle. She gasped. She saw only red; All of her co-workers had been viciously slaughtered. Grace slid back down, her whole body shaking. Her eyes welled up and she started gasping for air.

"I killed them. I killed all of them." She whimpered to herself.

Grace took a few deep breaths before she worked up the courage to leave her cubicle. She army- crawled to the Exit Stairs.

"Great, you're at the stairs. Grace: Open the door and run like hell!" She thought.

Grace lifted her hand and pulled on the handle and cracked the door open. SLAM! the door suddenly closed. She whipped her head behind her to see the demon wave his hand and she was thrown through the office. She landed on a cluttered desk and ricocheted into a wall behind it. The invisible force pressed her against the wall yet again, and she started to scream with tears in her eyes.

"You won't get away with this!" She spit at the demon.

The demon approached her and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "My little angel, I already have."

His breath reeked of sulfur as he puckered her lips and kissed her. Grace grimaced in disgust. His kiss became more aggressive, demanding. As he finished unbuttoning her shirt, the demon unhooked her bra to reveal her breasts.

"Wow. I should have expected that an angel would have stunning boobs... shame that I'm about to ruin them." The demon smirked and cupped her breasts in his cold hands. He then vigorously rubbed his thumbs against her nipples. Grace gasped and yelled for him to stop.

"Let's try this a little bit more forcefully…" The demon said, grinning wickedly. He crushed her breasts into his hands, and Grace yelped in torment.

"Much better. Now it's my turn." He said as he shoved her to her knees. He started to unclasp his belt and he unzipped his black pants. He stripped down to his underwear and Grace frantically crawled away, but the demon just pulled her back by her hair. Grace yelled out in pain.

The demon positioned Grace in front of him. "Ah, ah, ah. I'm not through with you yet. I'm going to turn my little angel into my little devil."

He laughed and revealed his large, swelling member. Grace looked away and forced herself to keep her mouth shut. But the invisible force compelled her to open her mouth and face his member. The demon smiled wickedly and plunged his cock into her gaping mouth. Grace gagged as he thrusted his cock deep into her throat rhythmically. Tears streamed from Grace's face as she noticed that he was building to his climax. He finally reached his orgasm and spurted all of his demonic fluid down her throat. Grace tried to spit out, but the demon wouldn't let her. So, she had to swallow every single drop of his cum.

"That's right, my little angel, lick every last drop. It's more precious than liquid gold." He said as he came down from his climax.

"You bastard!" Grace whimpered as she cradled her knees, rocking back and forth trying to forget what had just transpired.

"If you thought that was bad, I'm going to give you another demonstration." He clarified as he slapped Grace to face the wall, her rear facing his front.

Grace realized what was happening and in a desperate attempt, she lifted her leg to kick. But the demon had learned her ways. He caught her leg and positioned it so he could enter swiftly.

He shook his head. "Bad move, my little angel. Now I'm going to fuck you twice as hard."

Before Grace had time to react, he jammed his erect member into her. He moaned in pleasure.

"My little angel, you are the tightest little bitch I have ever fucked. You should have gotten wet, but now you'll pay the price." The demon warned as he started to move in and out of her. Grace struggled to get free of him, but he was stronger and faster than her. He effortlessly moved faster building to another climax. Grace tried to wriggle, crawl, dodge– anything to get away from her demonic assailant. It was no use. Grace unable to control her body, felt her orgasm explode. She then felt the balls slapping against her body grow bigger and finally felt a wave of liquid flow inside of her and she collapsed crying. He pulled out of her and whispered, "It's a shame that a low life demon like me cannot father a baby in an angel. You got lucky... this time." He put on his underwear and slipped on his shirt as he tugged on Grace's hair and pulled her up.

"Now, it's time to go." The demon sighed as he lifted his fingers. Grace closed her eyes, expecting her to never see daylight again. Suddenly, she heard a door slam and opened her eyes. The demon took one look at duo of handsome men, and left her boss's body in a billowing cloud of black smoke. The last thing she remembered before she fainted was that she heard a voice say, "Your going to be okay, we're here."