EroticReverie

Butcher (Devil)

I sit in my own seat, as myself and the nineteen other devils watch the girls walk in through the doors. Except they can't see us. We're in the surveillance room, one of many on the property, but this one is the largest on the property. It covers all of the main house, which we're in currently, along with our new...guests. But there are four other large mansions on the property, off in the woods, which aren't boasted about on the website. But the girls will learn of them soon enough.  Only those of us who work and live here permanently can access the surveillance rooms. We always have at least one man or woman working in each surveillance room, incase we want the location of one of the girls. I prefer the hunt, so I rarely ever "Cheat" when I chase or hunt them. 

There are five tiers of Devil's here, and twenty of us all together. Twenty eight men. Two women. 

We all wear the same black devils masks, with short pointed horns. Except each tier of Devil, has a different color when it comes to the glowing eyes of the mask. Each devils masks features can be seen just slightly in a decently lit area, but in the dark...all you can make out, are the eyes. Only in a decently or well lit are can you make out the sinister smile , or the high cheek bones. The wicked brows and how deep set the glowing eyes are within the mask. We can see just fine out of them, but they can't see us, can't see our faces or our eyes. The glow of the eyes doesn't effect us at all. We can see right through it, like a two way glass, and the mask can also switch to night vision for us. Again, I dont like to cheat. So I've hardly ever used the feature. I prefer the work, the thrill of being an actual predator to our willing prey. 

I sit on a chair at the back of the surveillance room, the other devils in the room, with the two girls working the surveillance tonight in the main house. One of the girls laughs.

"Oh this is too cute." She says and points to the screen, and I already know what she's about to point out. 

There are five tiers of Devils, and five girls. Not only that. But it's as if each of them girls that have arrived, are color coded for each tier. I already know their names, their faces due to the fact they have to submit their i'ds through the website for proof of age to be allowed to come here. Though a few of them have different colored hair now. 

I see Regan, first, with neon green hair.....green tier...green eyed devils. She's five foot five, with brown eyes and  real nice set of tits, that she's chosen to showcase. She's what we call a good time here at Devil's Hallow. I can see her squirming in those tight leather pants and corset top. She's ready for this. And so are we. I already can tell she's going to sign off on all tiers. She want's the full experience. 

I see Blair...a blonde...close enough to be considered yellow tier. Big brown eyes, a thin petite frame and a generous rack, I'd peg her for a c cup. 

Then there's Willow, with an oragne copper colored hair. Orange tier. With her also big brown eyes, and generously sized tits, that are somewhere between the size of Blair's and Regan's. 

Then there's Scarlett. A box dyed fire engine red head, with green eyes, and tits to match her friend Blair, another nicely sized c cup.

Then....then there's our Black tiered beauty. I smirk at her terrified little face on the camera as the screen goes to one giant shot of the foyer where Janet has just brought them in.  

Jinx. 

I liked her. Oh, I liked her a lot. Even in her drivers license ID, she looked terrified. Big blue eyes, like a helpless little deer inheadlights. Long black hair with a slight tint of blue when the light hits it just right. The large screen goes to four , still large, but smaller frames. Different views of the foyer. One directly above, and three from the sides. 

Curious little Jinx can't stop looking around. Her friends are relaxed, smiling, looking around as well, but not in the panicked way my little Jinx is. 

But unfortunately I know, as adorable and as delicious as she'd be. That the tiny little five foot two prey in the foyer, will most definitely not be signing up for Black Tier. Which is my favorite tier, and MY tier. 

 Each guest, can sign up for which tier they'd like. 

The lowest, tamest tier...is green. Which involves chasing. No touching. 

The next tier is Yellow, one step up from green. With them allowing us the abilities of chasing/touching/ and grabbing. 

The next tier is Orange...which includes Chasing, AGGRESSIVE touching and grabbing/ and degrading. 

The next level, which is Red tier, which is what most people that come here choose. They pay a lot of money to be here, they come here for a reason. And Red Tier is it for most of them. Chasing, aggressive touching and grabbing/ degrading/ .....and "soft" torture. Which means no blood, but basic tortures such as pinching, spanking, slapping, being tied up. They'd also learn, that yes, red tier also involved consensual non-consent...for us to touch them...or fuck them if we please. 

Then.....there's black Tier. Where anything goes, and their safeword is revoked. Very few choose this. Very, very, few. 

While the contracts we have them sign are iron clad, and pretty much says fuck what tier you choose, we'll do what we like. We still all follow their wishes. Because, yes, it's a job, and yes, we want them to enjoy it, and to come back. So while their contracts and nda's absolve us of pretty much anything other than their deaths, and even then, we're covered for shit like heart attacks, or other accidents that could occur , we still refrain from crossing lines they don't wish to cross. 

While we are all assinged specific mask colors, it doesn't limit us to what we're allowed to do. No matter what color mask we wear, we are allowed to participate in whatever tier the participants choose.

So if someone in a green mask, catches a person who signed up for red tier, they can do everything and anything up to red tier limits with her. 

Same as if a red tier catches a girl who only signed up for the green tier. They can "play" with her , but only to her specificed tier limit. 

The masks are nothing more than a representation of the tiers available at Devil's Hallow. But me, I'm the only one who wears the black mask. I've worn it every year since we opened eight years ago. I was twenty two then. Devil's Hallow was the brain child of me and few of the other current devils. I was the only one who wore the black mask, because I was the only one willing to really participate in black tier limits. Which, were none. I was the only one "fucked up" enough to enjoy all it entailed. Black tier guests happen maybe one out of every fifty guests. I could tell Regan would be a black tier girl. Which was exciting....but I wanted little Jinx to check the black tier box , like nothing I've ever wanted before. 

Her tiny little five foot two legs running from me? God, I wouldnt even have to run, being six foot eight. For every step I took, she'd need to take three. My cock twitches , hoping she'll at the very least sign up for green tier. But those petrified eyes don't look good for my chances of chasing her down, watch her tiny little tits bounce as she runs, or that tiny little skirt bouncing over her cute little ass.  I want her on orange tier, so I can at he very least rip those fucking fishnets from her legs and drag her through the woods by those big fucking boots on her feet. 

It would be an hour or so before we could meet them. In person. They'd be given our names that we go by, and nothing else. And I can't fucking wait to meet them. 

But most of all...Jinx.