Ethan was now dressed, well partially dressed in the same design of trousers that Ripper-demon wore. A collar was fastened round his neck, with a leash that Claire held in her delicate hand. The cuffs at his wrists were attached to the collar by a fine silver chain. The belt loops of his trousers had clips at his hips so his cuffs could also be restrained there.

Ethan was aroused. Such elaborate precautions! What on Earth could there be in this room? Claire walked behind him occasionally flicking the leash so that it "kissed" his shoulder blades when he hesitated at other doors leading off the corridor that they traversed.

Avarice, Pride, Envy, Anger, Lust and Sloth. Everything that either applied or appealed to him. Ripper-demon halted at the end of the corridor and opened the heavy oak door with an antique key. He stepped in and with an elaborate gesture invited Ethan in as well.

Ethan looked round the room. It was plain grey with high windows. Ripper-demon walked to the far wall and perched on the counter top… Claire dragged Ethan over.

"Now tell me, have you ever been where you weren’t invited?" He smiled easily, Ripper’s smile as his hands busied themselves assembling a curious contraption. Ethan shook his head; he began to get worried, there was a row of small baskets in front of the counter and the smell of old fear wafted through the room like a ghost.

Ethan flattened to the wall when he recognised the piece of equipment that Ripper had just finished assembling. Ripper-demon leered at him, lighting a joint.

"You know what I’m going to ask you next, don’t you?" Ethan had broken out in a cold sweat, his hands drifting to his groin. Ripper-demon blew smoke in his face. "Claire.… make him snug."

Claire stepped in front of Ethan and secured his leash to a ring set into the counter top. Ethan could have fought but found himself rooted to the spot unable to take his eyes off the miniature guillotine set before him. His wrists were now secured at his sides and Claire shoved him forward. Ripper-demon freed Ethan’s cock, giving it an affectionate squeeze. Then with a tiny shrug he slipped his lips over the sensitive tip flicking his forked tongue over its length. Ethan gasped and thrust forward. The mouth was gone in an instant and Ethan glanced down breathlessly to see his cock trapped in the tender embrace of Madame Guillotine.

Ripper-demon slid off the counter top with a sly smile on his face. Claire joined him and they shared the remainder of the joint.

"Now, once more with feeling. You ever been where you’ve not been invited?" Ethan forgot his manners and didn’t look at the person asking him the question.

"No, never not once, ever!" He shook his head very carefully; he didn’t want to shake the blade. He could feel the sweat running in little rivers down his back and chest.

Ripper-demon looked at Claire with a small frown marring his handsome features. "Do we believe him Claire? Well, we can’t look it up now the files in the other room. OK… Ethan you pass!" He slapped his hand on the button on the counter and the blade fell.

"Oops!"

When Ethan came round he was lying on a leather sofa in a room he didn’t recognise. He screamed. As he remembered the events in Adultery. Claire came running in, dressed in a housecoat and slippers. Ethan was sitting up with his eyes shut willing everything to be in order down below.

"Ethan…Ethan. Ssh. It was a trick. Everything’s fine and functioning believe me!" Her voice seemed softer, throatier. He opened his eyes. Claire wasn’t there.

"Who are you?" Ethan took in the masculine haircut and the plucked eyebrows, no make-up and breasts. Nice one’s too. He licked his lips absently. Claire smiled at his reaction.

"I’m Claire. I’m the one that didn’t survive the guillotine. HE paid for me so I stay with him. I have no one else. You fainted. Tea?"

Ethan nodded. He cupped himself to check that she was telling the truth. Over tea they chatted about really silly things like books and music.

"How do you find life being forced to live it as a woman?" Ethan asked, taking another sip of his tea.

"It was awkward. I was very butch for a while especially since I wasn’t a typical transsexual. But he got someone very good to do my boobs. He’s quite kind for a demon y’know. A bit like you. You didn’t freak. I spent six months freaking!"

After two hours Ethan realised something.. In the waiting room he and Claire had.… Well that was a first for him!

"So where to next?" He smiled back at Claire where she lay all breathless and dishevelled.

"Lust!" Ethan smirked the irony not lost on him.

Ethan and Claire walked along the corridor hand in hand until they got to the door marked LUST. Claire gave him an apologetic look before reattaching the leash, giving him a quick kiss before the door opened. Ethan savoured the taste of her; he might get to like it here if he roomed with Claire.

"Ethan…!" Rupert leapt up from one of the chairs; he was dressed normally in jeans and sweater. He dashed to his friend gripping his shoulders and surveying his body for injuries. "You alright? Why are you here?"

Ethan swallowed the lump of sadness at the sight of his lover. They’d got him too. Wait…He wasn’t restrained.. Was it another trick? Where was Ripper-demon? He could see that Rupert was concerned and confused. Ethan backed away from him; he was in a room marked Lust with his old lover and a new acquaintance. Definitely a trick.

Laughter peeled like bell from the chair behind the desk. The chair revolved. Revealing Ripper-demon in a new guise. Willow-demon! The smile was sweet and evil at the same time; she kicked her chair round giggling and dizzy. Her legs clad in shiny patent boots, her skirt little more than a belt. Her pouting breasts were encased in a boned strapless leather Basque.

Both Ripper and Ethan stood at attention with their mouths agape. The chair stopped whirling and Willow-demon walked toward them, hips undulating, she clasped her breasts teasing the nipples with her thumbs.

"I think I’ll stay this way a while, it’s very entertaining!" She stared pointedly at their tented trousers. She smiled sweetly as they blushed.

"Gentlemen, you’re going on a journey into the past. Charge your weapons. You’re going to prove to me you either love each other or that you don’t."

"Send him back demon." Ethan protested. "I want the job! I’ll stay here and serve you. Send him back. Why have you made him a condition of my employment?!" Ethan shouted. The demons face changed, the eyes turning red with anger. Proof was asked for proof was provided. The eyes returned to green. The smiling face melted his anger, he couldn’t be angry with the witch.

"We’ve got to do as they say Ripper, up for it?" He sighed.

Ripper was still staring at Willow. Ethan dragged him aside impatiently Ripper glanced over Ethan and noticed his mode of dress for the first time.

"Shit! Ethan, what have they got you done up as?" Ethan’s smirk spoke volumes and Ripper smiled.

"Old times? Come on then…" He looked at Willow-demon with his best Ripper glare. "Do your worst, Bitch!"

End of part 2

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