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The screaming had stopped and the girl was gone like she'd never existed. Angel let out a small satisfied sigh and looked down at her two workers.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that the man had already gotten to work stirring her coffee. However, the girl was sat down, seemingly happy to watch him work. She tutted and spoke in the way you'd speak to a child "My my my, well that simply will not do now will it ? I like my workers to be proactive and show initiative. Look at this little cutie, I didn't even need to tell him what to do and yet he's already making me happy. Well if you can't make me happy yourself, I'll just have to squeeze the fun out of you !" She chuckled and placed the still sobbing snack's head in between her lips. She heard her cries and screams reverberating through her skull and couldn't help but get slightly aroused by her power.

Hearing her threat, the tired girl picked herself up, ready to promise anything and everything to not suffer the same fate as her fellow captives. But before she could get a word out, Angel had grasped her body in her fist, leaving her head exposed. She brought the girl up to eye level. The poor girl was having trouble orientating herself and the tight grip around her body wasn't helping. Her head bent backwards naturally and Angel's finger and thumb filled her vision. She couldn't even let out a scream, she went tense and started hyperventilating. Angel smiled and kept bringer her digits close together. She watched as the girl tired herself out and eventually went limp. She had fainted.

Angel snorted which caused her to squeeze her snacks head, giving it new life. In a last ditch effort, the soon to be food started thrashing around, pulling on Angels piercings and attempting to pry open the lips that sealed her inside the hot, humid and dangerous mouth. Angel rolled her eyes and deliberately let her tongue slip out of her mouth. It made its way down the shaking body, past its small breasts and the tip ending up underneath the little things butt. Giving her snack's private parts a playful rub she quickly used her tongue to push the woman in to her mouth.

The tongue coated the soon to be eaten girl in saliva. It was so sticky that she had a hard time breathing or opening her eyes. All she could feel was a hot, wet, weird feeling "thing" pushing her around. Angel, having played this game enough with her other toys eventually got bored and concentrated for a moment as she swallowed the poor tiny alive. Happy, she placed the unconscious girl on the cold table and started to whispered "Oh, poor thing, she's all tuckered out, I think she needs a nap"

The man had not stopped stirring the coffee since he'd started. However, once he sensed the presence of Angel's deadly digits behind him, he quickly jumped off the saucer and did the only thing that felt right to do : He got on his knees and put his head to the glass, ignoring how cold it was. Angel took a sip of her coffee and watched her little worker drop to his knees in worship. He had been so baffled by his situation over the past few days, the horrible thing was that this whole situation was his fantasy...But this was too real, it was all meant to be fake...The screams were real, the lives were real and his death was a real possibility. It's what pushed him to be useful and please his goddess, to get on her good side and hopefully be spared.

"Well, at least someone around here knows how to treat a lady; I think after all your hard work, you deserve some sort of...Promotion." The man didn't know how to react. He'd seen so many people disobey, attempt to flee or even insult their captor; and he'd witnessed what happened to those who displeased Angel.

He lifted his head, averting his gaze away from the giant cleavage in front of him out of respect. His eyes met hers for less than a second and he quickly moved his head back down to the glass. She remained silent and it was killing him...Had he fucked up ? Was he about to get smacked in to the glass, was he going to join the other girls, or worse ?

Eventually she spoke again : "I think I'm going to give you a name..." she hmm'd to herself for a moment "Max, yeah, Max sounds nice, what do you think ?" Once again he was faced with indecision, should he speak to her ? He didn't have to decide before she started talking again "Well, thank you for a wonderful coffee Max. You know what ? Tonight, you're going to get a little reward, I'm sure you'll love it.

Max didn't move, she'd never said anything like this to anyone. What did she mean ? what's a "reward" in her eyes ?