Cantraps

Misty set off down the road, somewhat teary-eyed after bidding farewell to Ash. They had gone on so many adventures together that it was like saying goodbye to family. But Misty knew she needed to do this. She needed to strike out on her own and make her own path, make a name for herself. She was 18 now after all, no longer a kid.

“I guess… I guess I have been bullied for as long as I can remember, when I was younger it was because of my weight, in my teenage years it was because of my love for reading and learning. Now when I thought it was all going to stop, I’m bullied for being a push over” Sarah grimaced as she took a sip of her coffee whilst on the phone to the councillor, it had been a particularly difficult day today.

On the anniversary of being left at the altar Sarah was in no mood to work today but unfortunately had no choice due to needing the money to rent her tiny one bedroom apartment. Sarah was not your text book pin up girl, she had modest brunette hair and whilst she had worked hard to lose weight she was not considered a skinny woman. As she was gazing out of the window she lost her focus and nearly dropped her phone

“I’m sorry could you repeat that please?” She asked embarrassed at not paying attention, the voice at the other end sighed and repeated the statement.

“Have you tried changing jobs to get a new start?” the councillor asked barely paying attention

Sarah exasperated “Of course I have! This is my third job in the space of 2 years!” She replied back more forceful than she had intended

“You were warned that any abuse towards staff members would result in the cancellation of your appointments and no refunds issues, I do not appreciate your tone so am ending this call please consider your remaining appointments cancelled with immediate effect!” before Sarah could even get a chance to apologise the phone line went dead.

“Fucking great! £500 down the drain for nothing!”

Sarah went to bed that night full of despair and sadness knowing tomorrow would be another day of torture and hell. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep there was a knock at her door. Groaning she forced herself out of bed and went to the door. Opening it she was greeted with a box dumped on her doorstep. Confused having not ordered anything she picked up the box and took it inside. Attached to the box was a card. The inside read

“I forgot to send you a wedding gift so please consider this a one year anniversary gift!” the card itself was unsigned, Sarah grimaced at the pain of being left at the altar. This was clearly another gift designed to demean her for being pathetic.

Opening the box she saw an ornate gothic lamp, she would never have associated this with her style or décor. As she picked it up she noticed it was incredibly dusty with some words on the lamp that she could not read without thinking she rubbed the lamp to clean it. As she began to rub it a red smoke flowed from the lamp, dropping it she was shocked to see her living room filled with a sparkling red mist.

“Oh you have no idea how good that feels!” a woman’s voice echoed through the red mist

“Hello?— who’s there?” Sarah asked scared as the mist began to clear.

Sitting on the sofa was by far the most beautiful and yet alluring dangerous woman that Sarah had ever seen in her life. Dressed in a provocative red and black latex ensemble she ooze sex appeal and beauty.

“Oh come on honey surely you can figure that out, strange lamp, rubbing the lamp and poof here I am. Come on now take a guess!” She replied back sarcastically as Sarah stood dumbstruck.

“But there’s no such thing! You can’t be a genie!”

The woman grinned “why because magic isn’t real? Then explain how I just appeared from you rubbing  a lamp in your locked… what do you call this? Studio flat?” she asked looking around with a sense of disdain and almost disgust.

“Do yourself a favour” she continued turning back to face Sarah “just admit there are some things in this world that can’t be explained and that I am real and I am here, there will be no songs and there will be no dance numbers. Fucking Disney always over doing everything making a mockery of the whole thing” As she brushed a chair sitting down on it

Sarah still dumbstruck and holding the lamp was trying to process what was happening, after what seemed like an eternity she asked the most obvious question she could think of at the time.

“What do you want?” the latex woman laughed out loud

“Fucking hell you really must be shocked— take a guess sweetheart, genie, your holding the lamp. You let me out… what happens next?”

Sarah cleared her throat not realising she had left her mouth open so long it was now bone dry

“I get three wishes?” she replied timidly

“Bingo she gets it! Points to you! Listen you can call me Jean, and yes Sarah you get three wishes! But as always there are rules!” As she stood and guided Sarah over to the settee and sat her down, Sarah who now found her voice replied back quicker.

“I know the rules, I’ve seen the films I know tha…” that was all she managed before a finger on her lips finished her speaking

“Like I said different set of rules honey, this is not Disney. There are rules but not like you are expecting. They are quite simple though. Rule number 1—you get three wishes, no more no less and no more wishing for more wishes. Rule number 2- you have to wish for things for you, you can’t wish for world peace of world hunger to be solved they must be centric to you only, with me so far?” before Sarah could answer however Jean continued

“Rule three and this is the big one, you have to make all three wishes at once before they can be granted. There is no returns, refunds or exchanges, your wishes are permanent and will become reality- other than that— wish whatever you want” Jean finished as Sarah’s mind still racing a million miles a minute was considering all possibilities.

“So… I can wish for whatever I want but I have to wish for it all at the same time?” Sarah asked processing the information

“Christ can anyone else hear an echo—yes bang on” Jean replied mockingly as she applied an oil to her latex making it shine.

“Who sent you to my door?” Sarah asked almost immediately

“How the fuck should I know?! I was trapped in the lamp! Look can we get a move on here— this place is making me seriously want to cringe, how do you ever live in a place like this?!” As Jean looked around, Sarah took this personally as her voiced raised

“Do you think I want to live here?! No but it’s all I can afford, I can’t get a better paying job, I can’t ask for a raise because I’m a pushover so I can’t afford to live anywhere else!” Sarah finished panting with rage, Jean smiled

“Well why don’t you change that then?” She commented as she walked around Sarah who was still seething.

“You could get everything you’ve ever wanted, money, a luxurious lifestyle and you could even get more confidence if you wish it” Jean grinned as she put the lamp into both hands. Sarah looked at the lamp and then looked at the flat, even she couldn’t deny it was a pathetic dwelling. Clearing her throat she looked at Jean.

“Jean, I wish I was a multi billionaire, I wish I was more confident in myself with my appearance and mentality, I wish I was never bullied ever again”

Jean smiled and looked at Sarah “Do you know why I love this job? No one ever asked the reasons why, deep down everyone just wants their lives to be better” Without hesitation Jean grabbed Sarah and kissed her passionately, her tongue invading her mouth as her salvia mixed with Sarah’s.

When she finally broke the kiss, Sarah visibly turned on by the event asked the question “What happens now?”  Jean smiled as she turned around looking away from Sarah

“What happens now is you really should learn to read the inscriptions on the lamp” Jean turned smiling evilly as her eyes were now black pits with red irises, the latex out now spiked as Sarah stood back in fear, looking at the lamp she read

“What happens now is you really should learn to read the inscriptions on the lamp” Jean turned smiling evilly as her eyes were now black pits with red irises, the latex outfit now spiked as Sarah stood back in fear, looking at the lamp she read

DIABOLUS  VOLUERIT

“For those who don’t read Latin, it means Satan wishes. My magic grants wishes but it fully corrupts the individual, it will twist your very being and turn you into the most evil version of yourself that you never knew existed. I also added a very special treat just for you”

Sarah stood back in fear and tried to take the wishes back but Jean cackled evilly “too late! You nerds are so pathetic, always the victim, well good news baby girl, you’re not the victim anymore!” Red lightning and mist filled the apartment as Jean’s magic began to flow, with a sudden thrust of her hand the mist began to enter Sarah filling her lungs.

“No I don’t want this!” As she tried to fight- her body was changing, her body slimming down to become hour glass. Her modest tits swelling as her lips became full and thick. Her brunette hair blackening as red streaks flowed through the air.

“please! I don’t want… to fucking rule! I’ll burn this fucking place to the ground…. No that’s not me!”

Jean watched in delight as Sarah began to embrace the changes the mist turned black and continued to enter Sarah

“those fucking cunts will suffer by my hand! I’ll kill them all! I will rule this fucking town and then soon the world!… No what am I saying? I don’t want this? Do I? Why shouldn’t I want this! For too long I have been the goodie two shoes well now it’s time I became an evil bitch!” Sarah rubbed her new body as she opened her mouth wider allowing more of the mist in.

A few moments later the mist vanished and Sarah stood naked in the room, the lamp and Jean both vanished, all that remained was the latex outfit that Jean had been wearing with a note.

ENJOY THE LIFE OF EVIL YOU NASTY BITCH! Love Jean XO

Sarah cackled evilly as she pulled on the latex outfit and the thigh high boots. She stood in her new gothic mansion and went over to a black desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a vial of white powder and a gun. Pouring out some of the powder into a line she snorted it and took the gun.

She was now Sin, a lethal drug baroness who had no issues killing anyone in her way. Picking up her phone she dialled a number

“I need some cock! Get me someone to fuck and make sure that the shipments go out to the dealers! If anyone fucks up I’ll kill you myself!”

Authors note: With Twitter in turmoil right now I decided I’d remake some of my threads here. So occasionally you’ll see them pop up here fleshed out. They’ll be tagged ‘twitter remake’. Let me know what ones you’d like to see.

"Come on Thomas, we should be herbology right now. Professor Longbottom will dock us house points if we don't get back before he notices." Ellie said somewhat out of breath trying to catch up with her more athletic friend.

"Come on El, where is your sense of adventure? Plus the professor is too invested in his plants to notice us missing. Besides if I am right we could have something that will make us famous not just here at Hogwarts but the wizarding world at large." Thomas said stopping to check his bearings and to allow Ellie to catch up.

"Not to pour water on your idea or anything but how right are you? If Salazar Slytherin did have a wife don't you think we would have heard about it? And why hide her existence at all? Especially in the Forbidden Forest of all places." Ellie said in between large gulps of air. Thomas was about to answer her when all of a sudden the ground beneath them began to shake.

Thomas was able to keep his balance but Ellie immediately fell to her knees. In doing so though she somehow punctured through to a hollow cavern and fell in. It was deep enough that she would not be able to climb out but shallow enough that she wasn't badly hurt.

"Oh my god Ellie are you ok?" Thomas called down. Ellie got back onto her feet unsteadily and looked up through the hole to see Thomas staring back.

"Yeah I think so." She replied dusting herself off.

"Hang on there and I'll see if I can find some sticks I can enchant into a ladder." He said disappearing away from the hole. Ellie could barely make out anything in the dark hole.

"Lumos." She said causing her wand to lighten up the cavern to reveal a much larger space than she expected. It resembled the dungeons of Hogwarts, the home of Slytherin’s common room. What was doubly unexpected was a small pedestal with a dark green vase with a lid on top. Emblazoned across the vase was the Slytherin crest.

"Could Thomas have been right after all?" She thought creeping towards the vase. As she did a voice started to fill the space. Not really a voice though, more of a wispy hissing like sound. Ellie didn't know why but she felt it was trying to say something to her. The closer she got to the vase the more the sounds started to resemble words.

"Hhhhhhsssssss yessssssss commmmmmmmmmeeeeeeee clossssssssssser." It seemed to say. Ellie seemed almost entranced by the voice. Any fear she might have had was disappearing the more she listened and the closer she got.

“Freeeee meeeeee.” The voice appeared to say now more clearly and Ellie felt compelled to raise her wand and aim it at the vase. Shouting ‘confringo’ a stream of light burst out of her wand and sailed towards the vase destroying it.

As soon as the vase exploded Ellie felt the trance on her lift. Before she could assess why she had done what she had done she noticed a small green snake amongst the pieces of the vase. Being a lover of all animals she approached it to see if it was hurt in anyway. However once she was close enough the snake leaped at her open mouth and slithered down her throat. Panicking she rushed to the hole she feel down and with a wave of her hand levitated herself out.

“How did I just do that?” Ellie said to herself. Magic like that was beyond her even as a seventh year student.

“Oh your body will be able to do much more than that once I’m finished with you. Or should I say my body.” She heard a voice inside her say. Somehow she knew it was the snake. Ellie tried to cough it up to no success. She felt it move about her insides somehow changing her. Her wavy messy brown hair turned platinum blonde & perfectly straight. Dark makeup covered her face accenting her changing features. Even her uniform changed to Slytherin green.

"What... ohhhhh.... is happening.... to me?" She said groaning as she felt her body continued to change.

"Don't worry my dear it will all be over soon enough and you will have played your part. Congratulations on freeing the most evil and powerful witch of all time, Samara Slytherin!” The snake hissed.

Ellie felt her mind begin to fracture as a new personality took over. One not her own. As her chest heaved with new larger breasts and her body became a wet dream, the final fragments of her mind disappeared and only Samara remained.

“It feels soooo good to be out of that vase. After so many centuries.” Samara said stretching out and feeling her body. As she was exploring her new body Thomas appeared. As soon as he saw her he dropped the sticks he had been carrying.

“Ellie? What the heck happening to you?” He said in shock at his best friends new look but also turned on. Samara smirked at him.

“Doesn’t matter what century it is, men are all the same.” She laughing looking at his bulge in his pants.

“Your little friend is gone I’m afraid but she has made herself quite useful. Searching her mind tells me that people have forgotten about Samara Slytherin. Now that I’m back I’ll make sure they never forget!” She said with a cackle. Thomas hastily turned to run but found himself suddenly frozen.

“Ah ah not so fast. I have a special job for you. I’m wasn’t the only Slytherin buried out here. Once we find my husband he’ll need a new body and you look ripe enough. Then you’ll be able to fuck this body you so clearly desire now. You found me, so I’ll need you to find him.” She said. With a flick of her wrist she released him from his restraints.

He knew he could make a run for it and most likely die but at least she wouldn’t have what she wanted. He could die a hero. However as he looked upon her body with ravenous lust he thought maybe it was better to be a villain.

“I’ll lead the way.” He said and she followed him with a smirk. Men were always the same.

Priscilla looked in the mirror and sighed. Her hands ran along the sides of her body as her eyes fixated on her waist, and the small love handles that were visible beneath the corset. She pulled it down, trying to cover herself up. Priscilla wished she could be as sexy as her friends. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to. Back home, the Southern Belle was easily the prettiest and most popular girl in school. She always carried a little extra on her hips, which did make her a little self-conscious. Thankfully, she was a trend-setter; so, when she started wearing corsets to perfect her shape, so did all the other girls in school.

But now, things were a little different in university. Priscilla wasn’t the hottest girl on campus anymore, but she was in their group. Jenni Bass was the Queen Bee and drop-dead gorgeous. Ever since Priscilla was accepted into the sorority as a freshman, she idolized Jenni and her perfect, Barbie doll body. The other girls were equally stunning. Kathy had maybe the best boobs Priscilla had ever seen and even Katie, who had big, sexy curves, had a tiny waist that made her the definition of hourglass. Priscilla couldn’t help but feel a little inferior to the other girls. It wasn’t that Priscilla didn’t think she was pretty; she knew that she was cute, but just felt like she didn’t measure up. 

The same was true when it came to boys. Jenni and the others were constantly gossiping about boys. They would giggle and drink cocktails while they talked about who fucked who where, and who had the biggest dick on the football team. Priscilla, however, was saving herself for marriage; though, she would never admit it to her friends. She just stayed quiet while the girl-talk was happening, trying to drown her embarrassment in margaritas.

Priscilla had seen Jenni raving about the Garnet Hills Sorority Club on her Insta. She had originally assumed it was just another stuffy country club. Coming from a wealthy family in the south, Priscilla had seen her fair share of those. They weren’t the kind of thing that often appealed to hot, popular 20-somethings, unless she was a gold digger trying to find some rich old guy to sink her nails into. Still, if Jenni loved it there, maybe it was different. Priscilla did notice Jenni was looking extra hot lately. She decided to go check it out. 

When she approached the building, she was impressed with how cute the outside of the building looked. She walked inside and was instantly greeted by an overly cheerful blonde with the body of a pornstar. 

“Like, hi! Welcome to the Garnet Hills Sorority Club! I’m Candy! How can I, like, help you?” The bubbly bombshell asked, winking at Priscilla.

“Um, yeah, my name is Priscilla Christensen. My friend Jenni –” “Oh Em Gee!” The blonde bimbo interrupted her, “Jenni is totes one of my faves sisters here! If you’re her friend, you’re, like, totally in!” 

The conservative brunette took a step back, “Oh… okay then. So, what do you offer here?”

Candy immediately broke into a list of all the services offered at the Sorority Club. “But, like, c’mon. I’ll give you the tour and you can totally see it for yourself, ‘kay?” She took Priscilla by the hand and led her down a neon pink hallway. 

As her absent-minded tour guide led her around the facilities, Priscilla began to understand why Jenni and the others liked it so much. The southern socialite was very impressed with the Sorority Club. It seemed to get how to appeal to the hot, young, successful women of the future. It was a place that she could totally see herself fitting in. 

Eventually, Candy turned and faced Priscilla, “So, like, what do you wanna get outta the Sorority Club?” She giggled and eyed the sophomore up and down. “I, like, love your outfit by the way. The corset is totes hot!”  Priscilla tugged at the bottom of her top again, Candy’s compliment making her feel a little self-conscious. “Well, thanks. I love wearing corsets… but, actually, I’d like to lose a little bit of weight. Maybe some new corsets too… I did notice a cute little boutique as you were showing me around.” 

The excitable hostess bounced up and down, “Oh! Oh! Totes! I have, like, the perfectest thing for you! Come!” She turned and skipped down the hallways, unable to contain her enthusiasm as she giggled with each step. 

Candy led Priscilla into the boutique and into what appeared to be a storage room. Priscilla was in love with all the cute, stylish clothes hanging on the racks around her. She wanted to try everything on. The cute brunette followed the busty blonde. From behind, Priscilla noticed just how tiny Candy’s waist before it led down to her perky, bubble butt. She felt envious of the Sorority Club hostess. They finally stopped in front of a large showcase and Priscilla’s eyes went wide when she saw what was inside. 

“Like, ta-da!” Candy gestured toward an elegant black corset that looked fit for a queen. “Whaddya think?”

“Oh my God, Candy, I love it. It’s so pretty. How much is it?” Priscilla asked, her eyes locked on the corset.

Candy tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her bright pink lips. She instinctively started to suck on her fingertip. “Oh, sorry.” She giggled. “Ummm, I don’t know much ‘bout it. Or, like, how expensive it is. All I know is that it’s, like, super old and really super pretty. It’s been back here for, like, ever and I just thought it would be sooo perfect for you.” Then, the blonde’s eyes lit up. “I know. We, like, always give new Sisters some kind of free treatment. Why don’t you, like, take this instead? Would that work?”

Priscilla agreed to the deal and Candy opened the case up and removed the corset from the mannequin. After being distracted by the naked bust, Candy finally handed the corset to Priscilla, who immediately fell in love with the garment. The brocade fabric appeared to be meticulously hand-stitched and showed a serious attention to detail by its creator. The black and deep red gave it a sensual, but still elegant look. She felt an air of sexiness just holding it; she couldn’t imagine how sexy she’d feel wearing it. 

“Like, you’re gonna look so hot in that!” Candy squealed, waking Priscilla from her daydream, “You should totes come back tomorrow and show me what a sexy little minx you are!” The brunette blushed at Candy’s comment and dropped her eyes to the floor. The bimbo must have noticed Priscilla’s bashful nature because she immediately put a hand on the girl’s shoulder and apologized. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to make ya shy.” 

“No, it’s okay.” Priscilla composed herself, “Thank you for the gift, Candy. I’ll definitely come back tomorrow.” 

The blonde giggled and winked at Priscilla, “Yay! I’m, like, sooo happy. See ya tomorrow, then, okies?” She showed Priscilla out and waved enthusiastically as the new Sorority Sister’s car pulled in front of the Club.

When Priscilla got home, she only wanted to do one thing. She ran to her room and began to undress. She took a second to try and admire her naked body before putting on the new corset. The fabric felt so good against her skin; she felt like she was tingling. Once it was tightened to her liking, she checked herself out in the mirror. She looked phenomenal. The corset gave her the kind of shape she could only dream of having. She snapped a couple pictures to show off to her girlfriends. 

“Mmmm, I’m glad you like it, pet.” A mysterious voice purred. 

Priscilla jumped in shock. She turned around to see nobody around her, “Is someone there? Jenni? Kathy?” 

“No, darling, I am right here,” The voice answered her, “In your mind.”

The girl began to panic. Her mind raced with a million questions, ‘What is going on? Am I going crazy and imagining things?’ 

The voice seemed to know her thoughts, “No, you are not imagining this, pet. I’m here with you,” it cooed. 

“Who are you?” she demanded, “Why are you in my head?”

“Oh, you poor oblivious soul,” the voice was sultry and alluring, “I’m not just in your head, I’m around you.” 

At that moment, Priscilla felt the corset tighten around her slightly. She gasped as she began to understand what was happening to her. The voice confirmed her fears, “Yes, my pet, I’m in the corset.” 

“Who.. what are you?” the co-ed asked, “why are you here?”

She felt the voice laugh inside her. It was a deep, sensuous laugh. “You will not know my name, child, not yet; and what I am is of no concern to you now. As for why I am here…  the answer is you, my pet. I am here because you have woken me from my cursed slumber. Now, I will reclaim what is mine. And you…. you will help me.”

Priscilla felt shivers running down her spine. The voice’s words made her tremble, “How… how am I going to help you?” “You, my pet, are going to serve as my host. Your body will be my vessel. I will feed on the desires of your people and plunge the world into lust and darkness forever.” 

“What? Lust? No… I can’t. I’m… I’m a virgin.” Tears began to form in the young girl’s eyes, “there must be another –” 

A soft laugh turned to softer moans of arousal. “Silence, pet. I know of your innocence. It is the only reason why I can’t take control… for now. You will give yourself to me!” 

Priscilla screamed out as the corset began to tighten yet again. She felt it changing on her body as the soft fabric turned to cold, tight leather that extended and wrapped around her pelvic area. She tried to take it off, but the garment felt burning hot to her touch. Cries of pain echoed through her mind as the demon inside urged her to submit. Priscilla’s cried out as the binding grew tighter and tighter, squeezing her body to its limit. She begged for mercy, but the demon only laughed. 

“Please, you’re hurting me,” the girl pleaded, screams of pain filling the room, “Oh my God… please… stop… ahhhhh, my ribssss.” 

“Foolish girl. God can not help you now. Only I, Lisceria, can be your salvation.” The demon, finally revealing its name, mocked her. Its own moans of pleasure taking a toll on Priscilla’s mind.

The corset continue to constrict around Priscilla. She could feel the boning press against her own bones. The demon inside taking pleasure in the girl’s suffering. She felt a rib crack and both the girl and demon screamed in unison: one in euphoria; the other, agony. 

She tried to speak but cries muffled her words; she felt Lisceria inside her, enjoying every moment of the torture. More ribs began to crack under the tightening leather. Priscilla felt herself slipping away into the growing darkness; the pain had become too much to bear.

“I can end it all, pet. Simply submit to me now and your pain becomes pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before,” the demon made a final offer.

“Y-y-yes. I… submit,” was all Priscilla could manage.

Instantly, the corset snapped tighter and a bolt of orgasmic bliss struck her. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of sexual release washed over her. Her hands roamed her altered body and she cried out in ecstasy. She felt her small, perky boobs begin to expand as the succubus continued to transfigure its new host. Priscilla’s chest burned as she clutched at her growing breasts, urging them to grow more. She felt a similar sensation in her ass and hips as they flared out, giving her an impossible hourglass shape. Her hair streaked into a fiery red that highlighted a new darkness underneath. Her body became decorated with the demon’s brandings. Her iris faded to an empty whiteness that was accentuated by a dark, heavy make-up. The succubus grinned, aware that her new host evil possessed an evil, sexual gaze that could entrance and attract both men and women. Priscilla and the demon began to rub furiously at the girl’s pussy; the demon growing stronger with each orgasm Priscilla experienced. Her juices began to leak through the bottom of her corset, running down her leg. Priscilla’s eyes rolled back into her head as one final orgasm sent her crashing into the deep darkness of her desires.

By The Sympathetic Devil ([email protected])

My neighbor Mrs. Lyons was a Mormon housewife. She and her husband couldn’t have children, as every good Mormon is supposed to, so she seemed to make up for it by being hyper-religious and being as righteous as anyone I’ve ever seen. Her only vice seemed to be yard sales. I would notice her as I drove about the neighborhood, bending over tables to look over potential bargains. Even in her modest clothing it was impossible to ignore that ass.

I always enjoy challenge. So with a bit of preparation, one Saturday morning I decided to hold a yard sale of my own. Not something I would typically do, but it seemed like a great in.

I waited patiently, letting go of a lot of my old junk for much less than it was worth, until at last I saw my neighbor approach, a cheerful smile on her face as she descended on the detritus of my life. It was then that I added one more object to the table: a small tapered stone that would fit in the palm of your hand, ornately painted with the sigils of my most infernal Lord Hautzinamuff.

As Mrs. Lyons approached I softly muttered a prayer to the demon of lust, activating the temptation spell I had placed upon the stone.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to it.

“What’s this?“ she asked, reaching out with hesitant fingers to the demonic artifact.

"Oh hi, Mrs. Lyons!” I said. “Interesting, isn’t it? You can pick it up; it’s fine.”

Half-reluctant, she picked it up and gasped as she felt the warm power that was in it run up her arm and down to the place where the demon holds his power.

"But what… What is it?” She asked, all confused at her physiological reaction to the thing.

“I found it at a little bazaar in southeast Asia,” I lied. “It’s a Laotian worry stone. Any time you’re nervous or upset, you hold it in the palm of your hand or wherever and squeeze it and it will make you feel better.”

“Really?” she asked, her skepticism tinged with an unholy hope. “But what is the chain for?”

She indicated the 6 inch brass chain screwed in to one end of the stone with a ring you could slip a finger into at the other end.

“Oh, I suppose it so you can hang it on a hook or a peg or something. Or if you put it into something, it could help you pull it out.”

“Put it into something?” she asked, oblivious. But she was squeezing the artifact so tightly that the blood was draining out of her fingers. The hook was set. Now it was just a matter of reeling her in.

“Yes, wherever you happen to put it,” I said with an innocent smile. “I find I don’t have much worry much to worry about these days, so if you would like it I’ll give it to you for two bucks.”

“Really? So cheap? I’m not really superstitious, but it is kind of… interesting… I guess I’d be a fool not to take such a bargain. After all, it’s imported, right?”

She giggled nervously.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you,” I said, smiling as she awkwardly opened her purse with one hand and removed the requested two dollars. She didn’t want to put the artifact down. This wasn’t going to take long at all.

***

Mr. Lyons worked for the CIA and was often gone for weeks at a time. There are a lot of Mormons in the CIA, but there also a lot of members of The Demonic Brotherhood. Truth be told, there is a little overlap, but that’s another story. Mr. Lyons was not in The Brotherhood, but one of the faithful was willing to let me know when Mrs. Lyons’s spouse was due for a three-week junket. I was able to time my plan perfectly.

I knocked on the Mormon housewife’s door at 10 in the morning on a Tuesday. She’d been in possession of Lord Hautzinamuff’s totem for over 72 hours at that point. She opened the door after several knocks, wearing her bathrobe and a harried, bewildered expression.

“Hello! Hello Mr.… Mr. McDowell… I was just…” She blushed furiously “Can I help you?”

“Hello Mrs. Lyons,” I said, “I know it’s horribly cliché, but can I borough a cup of sugar? I was making my grandmother’s punch recipe and I’m just a little short of the sweet stuff.”

Mrs. Lyons blinked rapidly, trying to process what I was asking her. One hand was tucked inside of her bathrobe. I had a pretty good idea what she was holding in there; And what she been doing with it before I knocked.“

"Oh! Oh yes! of course!” she said, noticing the mixing bowl I was holding. “Please, come in.”

“I really appreciate this,” I said, following and enjoying the view.

“I must look a mess,” she said as she led me to the kitchen. “I’ve been… under the weather…Or something. I haven’t left the house in days. I didn’t even go to church!”

She giggled guiltily.

“I haven’t skipped church in a long time… But I kind of… I kind of enjoyed the break. Do you think that’s bad?”

“I don’t think that’s bad at all, Mrs. Lyons. Maybe a little naughty. But we all deserve to be a little naughty every once in a while, don’t we?” I said.

She giggled and blushed and bent over to get the sugar from a lower cabinet. Damn what an ass!

“And if you’re worried about it, you always have that little Laotian worry stone I sold you.” I reminded her.

She frozen in that bent over position. Not a bad position at all. She quivered and then stood back up and pulled her hand from her bathroom, leaving it open enough that I could get a nice view of her cleavage.

“I have it right here, actually” she said opening her palm to reveal the demonic artifact, slipping the brass ring around her middle finger and letting it dangle. I noticed it was the only ring she was wearing.

“And has it been helping you not to worry?” I asked.

She blushed and giggled and tugged at her robe in an attempt to close it that only opened it more.

“Oh yes! I find if I rub it… If I rub it… I don’t worry much at all for quite some time," she admitted.

“Yes, it’s quite effective, depending on where and how you rub it I suppose,” I agreed.

She blushed quite furiously, giggled and adjusted her weight from one foot to the other and back again, as if she needed to pee.

“I… I should get that sugar for you…” she said, bending over again to where she had neglected to pick up the sugar the first time. It took all my will not to grab that ass, but I wanted to make sure she was thoroughly in Lord Hautzinamuff’s power before I made that advance.

As she scooped a cup of sugar into my bowl, I indulged in a brief glimpse at her tits, and then said “You know, the Laotians have a little saying they use with their worry stones. When they rub it, they say Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu. You might want to try it.”

“What does it mean?” She asked holding up the demon’s totem.

“You know, I don’t really know,” I lied knowing full well that it was not Laotian, but it was a prayer asking Lord Hautzinamuff to “fuck my soul” roughly translated. "But they say it helps your worries go away. Give it a try!"

“ Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu?” she said hesitantly, and then her eyes wide. “Hey! Like, the stone gets warmer when you say it!”

“You feel it too? I didn’t know whether or not my mind was playing tricks on me. It’s kind of fun isn’t it?" I said.

“Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu! ” she repeated, then giggled. “Yeah, it’s fun!”

“Well hopefully it will make you feel better.” I said. “If so, why don’t you come over to my place in an hour or so. You can try grandma’s punch!”

“Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu!” she repeated, then giggled, “I think I just might. Yes, I definitely will! Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu!”

“Great! I’ll make you lunch!“ I said, really planning on making her dessert.

***

Mrs. Lyons arrived right on time, having managed to dress herself in her boring Mormon fashion, a navy blue dress with white daisies that extended to mid-calf. She may not have owned anything sexier. I did notice, however, that the top two buttons somehow hadn’t managed to find their ways into their buttonholes. And the brass ring of the demons totem was still the only ring on her finger.

"Come in Mrs. Lyons,” I invited. “Grandma’s punch is it just the right temperature.”

I invited her to sit on my couch, the demonic symbols of Lord Hautzinamuff underneath the cushions and the faint smells of hundreds of sexual conquests atop them. She sat, with a whispered “Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu” and I brought her a mug of what was, in fact, my grandmother’s rum punch recipe. I like to mix a little honesty into things every once in a while.

She accepted it with a smile, then sniffed and frowned.

"Is there alcohol in this?” she asked.

“There is little bit of rum in it ,” I said, which is true if 40% counts as a little.

“Oh I can’t! I’m Mormon!” She pouted.

“Oh, I won’t tell anyone,” I told her. “And really, it’s a warm punch. So a lot of the alcohol cooks out.”

“It does?” She asked.

“Of course! I told you, it’s my grandmother’s recipe. You don’t think my grandmother was a drunk do you?” I asked.

“Oh no!” she said apologetically. “That’s not what I meant at all! I’m sure… I’m sure if your grandmother drank it… It must be fine! I guess one mug can’t hurt! Nothing to worry about!”

She squeezed the stone and sipped the warm punch and I could see her shoulders visibly relax. The rum was strong, but Lord Hautzinamuff sigil carved into the bottom of the mug was even stronger.

“See! It’s not bad at all, is it?“ I pressed. "You’ve got nothing to worry about Mrs. Lyons!"

“Nothing to worry about…” she repeated, rubbing the demon's totem with her thumb and then taking another sip. “Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu…”

***

“Here let me get you another of those,” I said as Mrs. Lyons paused in a rambling story that I really wasn’t paying that much attention to. She had tried to drink, but her mug was empty.

“I really shuzn’t,” she slurred handing me the mug “But if you insisss!“

I had stopped insisting three mugs ago, but she didn’t seem to have noticed. I dutifully refilled her mug and added an extra shot, just in case the alcohol actually was starting to cook out. She smiled in drunken gratitude as I returned it and then greedily gulped down half the mug before sighing in contentment.

I sat down beside her and placed a hand gently on her knee. She giggled and made no move to remove it.

"If you don’t my asking, Mrs. Lyons, why don't Mormon’s drink alcohol?”

Her magenta face flushed a little more and she giggled.

“Well… The thing is,” she said. “We believe that alkyhall drives out the Holy Ghost. And if the the Holy Ghost isn’t in your body, then the devil and all his evil spirits can make you be all… Naughty…”

And then she giggled.

“So are you saying, Mrs. Lyons, that there are demons in your body right now trying to make you be naughty?” I asked, sure that Lord Hautzinamuff didn’t mind being referred to in the plural.

She giggled, gulped her drink and then held up the demon's totem.

“Isss all right,” she said. “I gots my worry stone. And it’s magic! Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu!”

As she prayed to the demon she squirmed in her seat and I drew my hand from knee to upper thigh and squeezed. She shuddered and then let out a despairing moan.

“Oh fuck, I am so horny!” she proclaimed. “My husband left me all alone and I’m horny as fuck, drunk off my ass and so fucking horny and I’ve never even said ‘fuck’ before in my life, but I fucking like to say fuck, so fuck me Mr. McDowell! Fuck me right now!”

And then she flung her mug across my living room and jumped on top of me and shoved her tongue in my mouth. My patient, patient hands went right for that ass and squeezed to my hearts delight. Mrs. Lyons clearly liked the attention and it drove her frenzy of lust even harder as she moaned into my mouth.

Together we managed to shred her dress and her decidedly unsexy Mormon underwear. Every time our mouths unlocked she would cry out: “fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! fuck me!“

It was music to my ears, but I knew I could find even better uses for her mouth.

"You are so much bigger than my husband!” she slurred once I managed to get my pants off.

“Suck it,” I commanded. “Suck my, cock Mrs. Lyons!"

“Suck it?” she said. “I never… Oh fuck! “

The time for any second thoughts was well past. She licked her lips and took me in her mouth. Drunk and inexperienced as she was, she quickly gained an enthusiasm that more than compensated for it.

I laid my hands on her head, whispering prayers to Lord Hautzinamuff. Prayers of thanks and prayers of binding. Her eyes burned with the demons power as her head bobbed along my shaft. At last, she pulled off and looked up with the demand of her own.

"Fuck me now!” She demanded.

What could I do but oblige?

I lay down on my couch, gestured towards my crotch and said “Mount up, you drunken slut.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed and then straddled me, easing my dick into her greedy, greedy cunt. She held the demons totem him high above her head, her tits swaying as she proclaimed “ Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu ”

As she rode my cock and prayed to my Demon Lord, I spent my own time admiring her naked body and telling her what a depraved and nasty vixen she was. She nodded in enthusiastic agreement and bucked and groaned and fucked and moaned as she ground her way to an orgasm the likes of which her husband never ever could’ve given her.

But I was just getting warmed up. After all, I had let her do most of the work before I shot my first wad. Imbued with the demonic power, I had rallied before Mrs. Lyons had even stopped quivering from her first orgasm.

Too spent to hold herself up, I slipped out from under her, propped up her hips with her face turned to one side, positioned myself behind her and commenced to fuck her once more while grabbing that delicious ass. She lost control of her tongue to the point that I couldn’t really tell if she was trying to pray to Lord Hautzinamuff or asked me to fuck her harder, but I assume the latter and obliged.

An hour later, after teaching her a few sexual positions she didn’t even know existed, she was sprawled across my lap, ass up, both of us naked and gleaming with sweat as she lazily asked me to teach her new obscenities. She explained that she only knew half a dozen swear words, but she really like to use the one in she knew.

“You know,” I said after expanding her vocabulary a bit, reaching over to grab her hand that held the demon’s totem only loosely. “I didn’t actually tell you everything about this worry stone.”

“I didn’t tell you everything either,” she confessed. “I’ve been rubbing it on my twat!”

“Good use of your new word, Mrs. Lyons,” I praised. “But the truth is that it actually goes somewhere else. Here let me show you."

And so saying, I parted those lovely cheeks and pressed the tip of the demon’s totem against her little brown eye. It accepted without resistance and the totem disappeared, leaving only the brass chain to dangle for when necessity required its removal.

Mrs. Lyons groaned and shuddered and muttered "oh fuck yes!”

I slapped her ass and said “Now any time you start to worry Mrs. Lyons, you just give that stone a squeeze.”

She giggled and did just that, though I don’t think she was worried much. “Hautzinamuff Yeniseyu!” she declared.

***

A couple mornings later and I was knocking on Mrs. Lyons’ door again. The woman who answered would never be confused for Mormon. She was wearing a sexy little black cocktail dress that displayed her tits perfectly. She was wearing dark glasses to hide her hangover, and was holding a mimosa.

“Good morning Mrs. Lyons,“ I said. "And how is my favorite MILF this morning?”

“Nasty as fuck and ready to suck!” she declared. “I was just having a little hair of the dog. I hate to drink alone, but the college kids, they always disappear the morning.”

“Yes, I think that’s why my tastes run a little older,” I admitted. “I like my lovers mature and milfy.”

She giggled, guided me in and sat on the couch.

"Well, I'm the MILF you made me!" she declared.

"And a magnificent MILF you are, you horny slut!" I said.

"So what can I do for you this morning?" she asked.

"Do you think I could borrow a cup of sugar?" I asked.

Mrs. Lyons giggled, spread her legs to show she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, and directed me to her cunt.

"I've got your sugar right here!" she said.

“You know, I used to be jealous of you, back when you were dating James…” Supergirl mumbled, as she walked around Lucy, eyes trailing up and down her body, “Until I started to see what he saw in you…”

“S-Supergirl…you’re under the influence of Red Kryptonite. Let me help you g-” Lucy was cut off with a gasp as she felt Supergirl’s hand suddenly slap her ass, causing her to swallow nervously.

“I don’t need help. Let me help you instead…” Supergirl mumbled, before she suddenly kissed Lucy on the lips. Lucy went to push her off but quickly found her mind softening, and she started to kiss back after a while.

Supergirl pulled back with a grin after a moment, “Mind control lipstick, courtesy of Poison Ivy. Very useful, hmm?” Supergirl quickly pulled Lucy’s clothes off of her, before zipping behind her, one hand moving to grope her breasts while the other slipped between Lucy’s legs, fucking her with her fingers as she whispered into her ear.

“You have a fantastic body, Lucy. It’s your best trait. And now, it belongs to me… You are my slut. Supergirl’s slut. But you won’t be needing your brain to serve me. I don’t want to interfere with your work, so when you’re working your brain will work as normal…but when you’re not working, you’ll be nothing but a dumb bimbo…”

Supergirl’s words flowed into Lucy’s mind and reshaped it, teaching her new truths about herself. She leaned back into Supergirl as she was fucked, moaning out, it felt so good to be Supergirl’s slut…

“I want you to get yourself a nice tramp stamp, one that reads ‘Property of Supergirl.’ And if I ever get made to go back to my boring normal self, it’ll be your job to seduce me, understood? Use this sexy body to make me fuck my slut. Otherwise I will be very upset with you when I get affected by Red Kryptonite again…”

“Y-yes, Mistress, I understand!” Lucy moaned out, feeling an orgasm steadily approaching, “Your slut won’t disappoint you…I’ll, like, be super good at seducing you!”

“Good. Now cum for me, slut. Cum and seal your place as my slut…my dumb bimbo…”

Lucy moaned loudly as she came around her Mistress’ fingers. She’d be the best slut Supergirl could ever want…