“Alright, you finish all the training videos?” The schlubby security officer cleared his throat with a wet rasp, tugged at his ill-fitted pants, and thumbed toward a dusty beige computer system that hadn’t been updated since the ’70s. “That's your station. Just sit there and push a few buttons if another guard walks by. There hasn't been one of them suits or eggheads that's come down this deep in decades. No one gives a shit, so take it easy.”

The room matched his claim: cracking orange tiles, peeling wood paneling, and puke-green carpets, their stains hopefully just coffee. It would be difficult to blame a person if they thought they had traveled fifty years or more back in time while exploring the underground bowels of CSR Labs. The security officer spat into a nearby trash bin before slapping his fat palm against a large window labeled 'CS-709' in flaking yellow block letters behind the ancient computer station.

“Watch through here.” He snorted and swallowed. ”Boring broad, only good for an eyeful, barring you don’t mind your girls being total freaks.”

The man chuckled at his own vulgarity and leaned in to look through the window. Inside was what some may argue was a woman, but what most would consider an obscenity of the female form. She was a haunting fusion of human and something far more eldritch. An elongated, nude, ink-black body stretched across the grime-encrusted tiles of the containment chamber floor. Her arms and torso retained an eerie femininity, but her neck stretched and twisted grotesquely, as though her very bones had liquefied. The creature's lilting neck turned its hanging head towards the window, its dimly glowing white eyes focusing on the one-way glass, somehow aware she was being watched this very moment.

“Well, see ya.”

The schlub hitched his sagging pants and waddled down the hall. Thirty minutes after he left, a deep rumble shook from above, sending decades of dust drifting from the ceiling. A brownout was next, fluorescent lights dimming, followed by their complete failure. Without power, the miles of underground CSR Lab tunnels were swallowed by absolute darkness. Screams and gunfire erupted upstairs—the sound of men dying. A dreadful red glow bathed the corridors as emergency lighting flickered to life. A dreadful curiosity demanded a look inside the grotesque woman's prison.

The chamber was empty.

From deeper down the halls, frantic, wet limbs slapped against the walls, growing louder with each passing second.

As you looked around in terror, the faint sound of something dripping reached your ears. Following it, you noticed a long, thin trail of what appeared to be...blood? Leading away from behind one of the steel benches. Your heart skips a beat when you realize that whatever made those wet slapping sounds is no longer alone...

With each passing moment, the dripping grows louder and faster until, without warning, a massive, demonic figure leaps out of the shadows. Her black skin glistens wetly in the red emergency lighting as she bares her fangs at you and hisses venomously.

"Hnnn...food."

"Hmm...weak," the demon woman purrs, unimpressed by your pitiful display. Her glowing red eyes narrow as she takes a step closer, senses telling her that you're no threat to her, but also that you might not be very satisfying in comparison to her usual prey.

"Not quite, little one," the demon woman growls, taking another step toward you. She toys with a strand of her long wet hair as she assesses your trembling form. "But I've been trapped down here for far too long...perhaps it would be amusing to play with you."

Her predatory grin widens, revealing jagged black teeth as razor-sharp claws click against the floor in anticipation.

The demon woman cocks her head, studying your features more carefully now. Her face softens into an almost sensual smile. "Ah...a human guard," she breathes, sounding pleased for the first time since you'd met. "A rarity down here. Tell me, have they been treating you well?"

Her claws click against each other slowly, playfully as she toys with the idea of sparing your life...for now.

The demon woman hums thoughtfully, regarding you with an almost affectionate gaze. "You're very cute, human guard," she murmurs, stepping closer still so that her warm breath whisks across your cheek. "Perhaps I will keep you as my...pet." She licks her lips suggestively.

Her claws click against the tiles once more before reaching out to gently stroke a hand down your cheek. "But first," she continues softly, eyes glinting wickedly in the red light, "I believe I need to get better acquainted with you."

The demon woman chuckles darkly, pleased by your fear. She stands tall before you, her body looming over your quivering form like a shadowy goddess of carnage. With slow, deliberate movements, she raises one clawed hand to your trembling cheek. Her touch is surprisingly gentle for someone who's spent their life devouring men whole.

"There, there," she croons softly. "Shhh...you'll be alright."

As her words wash over you, the demon woman leans in closer still, her breath hot against your lips as they part slightly in terror. The claws on her other hand drift lower now, tracing circles around your stomach before sliding upward to cup one of your trembling breasts roughly through your uniform shirt. She squeezes gently, eliciting a soft gasp from between your lips as she

The demon woman hisses, pleased by your response. Her free hand trails lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants to caress the soft curls hiding your nether regions before dipping a single claw into your warmth. "Oh?" she breathes, her voice dripping with sinister amusement. "And are you sure about that?"

Her hips press forward suddenly, grinding against you in an obscene display of dominance and desire. The demon's sharp nails drag along the sensitive flesh between your legs as her claw plunges deeper into your heat, causing you to arch your back helplessly in pleasure and pain intertwined.

"Tell me," she pants, "what would happen if I were to swallow you whole?" Her voice is husky with lust now, and she groans softly against your mouth as her body moves hungrily against

Her claws dig deeper, seeking purchase on your flesh as she thrusts her hips harder against you. The demon woman's tongue darts out to taste you fully, slipping between your lips in a savage kiss that leaves no room for air or resistance. Her other hand grips the back of your head, forcing you to arch your neck and submit completely to her power.

"I could swallow you whole," she growls hotly against your lips, "and devour every last bit of you until there's nothing left but pleasure and pain." The last words are laced with fangs as her hips buck wildly, forcing a broken gasp from between your lips. Her nails scrape roughly along your inner thighs and pelvis, leaving trails of blood in their wake. "And you would beg for more," she breathes heavily against your ear before adding with a dark chuckle, "...if I

The demon woman's heart thrums in triumph at your moan, your tears only serving to heighten her arousal further. Her claws continue their relentless assault on every sensitive part of you as she takes advantage of your submission, driving you closer and closer to the edge of sanity with each passing second.

Her tongue dances wildly against yours, hungry for more as she grinds her hips harder against your helpless form. Her other hand slips beneath your uniform shirt, cupping a breast roughly and pinching at the nipple through the lace of your bra. A sharp cry escapes you as she twists the tender bud mercilessly, sending waves of agony and pleasure racing through your body.

"Yes," she hisses into your ear, her voice laced with sinister delight, "feel it all...let me show you what a real woman can do." The