Loyal Untrustworthy Demon

Part 12

Though Mizoth had shown her the destroyed and removed cameras, Sarah was still hesitant in showering and getting dressed in the bathroom. But she needed to wash herself after finding out what her landlord had done. Thankfully, Mizoth didn't follow her into the shower like last time. Sarah didn't think she could handle it happening again considering what had happened with the cameras. Yet even after showering for far longer than she'd normally, she still felt dirty. Moreover, she tried her very best to remain covered. The feeling of being watched still lingered over the privacy of the bathroom.

But eventually she did emerge, where she found Mizoth toying with her landlord's unconscious body. Though Sarah hated the man, he wasn't a man anymore. Indeed, he'd gone from a disgusting creep to a fashion model. A very busty and plump fashion model that was more akin to a porn star. "That does seem like much of a punishment."

"What's that Mistress?" Mizoth looked up.

"Turning him into a beautiful woman doesn't seem like a punishment. An ugly one maybe."

"Beautiful?" Mizoth smirked.

"You know what I mean." Sarah grumbled.

"True, but I figure being like this would be more pleasing on your eye." Mizoth said squeezing her landlord's tits.

Though she didn't want to admit it, he was a dam sight more appealing now then he had been. "J-just... get her off my bed." Sarah sighed, but flinched slightly. "H-how long has she been on my bed anyway?"

"Since before becoming a woman." Mizoth shrugged grinding her pussy against the landlord's face.

"So when you said... you fucked him into her... it was on my bed?" Sarah held back her disgust.

"Yep!" Mizoth beamed.

"Right... so forget about moving him. I'm never sleeping there again." She said walking from the room as to not throw up. Though considering his nasty habit, she still felt so dirty. Grumbling and cursing that creep, she headed for the fridge, when she noticed the stack of papers still on the coffee table. "Oh right..." She sighed slouching. More takeout tonight. With how much work there was she couldn't take the time in making dinner. What... Her back straightened. "Mizoth."

"Yes Mistress?" Mizoth appeared behind her.

"Make me dinner." Sarah said with a smile turning to her servant.

"Oh Mistress! I didn't know you were that naughty." Mizoth crouched opening her mouth and holding out her tongue.

"W-what?" Sarah stepped back. "T-that's not what I meant!"

Mizoth giggled before erupting in flames. "I know Mistress." She said from the kitchen.

Sarah whirled around to see Mizoth doing as she was ordered. Though Sarah wanted to reprimand the demon she hadn't the energy. Shaking her head she made for to start on the papers. Time ticked by as Sarah made slow progress on the reports, thankfully she had Mizoth's food to keep her going. Having moved from the couch to the dinner table, she was half eating half working. Eventually however, even that wasn't enough to stem the tide of boredom and drowsiness.

With a loud groan she leant back rubbing her eyes. "This is torture..." She sobbed.

"Can I do anything to help Mistress?" Mizoth asked from her seat on top of the table.

Groaning again Sarah looked to the perched demon. "Know anything about business?"

"Very little I'm afraid." Mizoth sighed. "I have people that run my for me."

"You have a business?" Sarah grunted.

"Oh yes!" Mizoth beamed. "A rather lucrative Soul Fragment distilling endeavour. Mizoth's Milk. It constantly gets five stars." She said with pride.