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The Witch’s Shadow
The old house sat at the end of a forgotten dirt road, half-swallowed by twisted oaks and moonlight. Even the wind seemed afraid to touch it.
The four friends stood at the sagging porch steps, flashlights cutting pale beams through the dark.
Billy adjusted the camera strapped to his chest like a proud soldier. His short red hair was messy under a backwards cap, glasses slightly fogged from excitement. The black T-shirt with the glowing ghost logo peeked out from under his open blue jacket.
“This is it, guys! The old witch house. They say she was beautiful… but evil. Anyone who stepped inside got changed. Turned into monsters, slaves, or just… dust. I’m telling you, if we catch even one orb on film tonight, my channel blows up!”
Mia crossed her arms, her long blonde hair shining under the moonlight. Her red top and brown leather jacket looked too nice for a haunted dump. She sighed.
“Billy, you know I love you like a brother, but this is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Ghosts aren’t real. We’re going to spend the night in a dusty wreck because you want to film floating dust particles.”
Brad laughed, deep and easy, flexing his shoulders inside his white T-shirt and open red leather jacket. His short honey-brown hair was perfectly styled, muscles clear even in the dark.
“Dude, I’m only here because you begged. Haunted house at night? Kinda badass. But if nothing happens in the first hour, I’m crashing on the floor and dreaming about the victory party we could be at right now.” He slung an arm around Mia’s waist. “Come on, babe, admit it, atleats this beats another boring movie night.”
Mia elbowed him lightly but smiled. “You’re an idiot, Brad. But yeah… I’m here for Billy. Just don’t start complaining in twenty minutes when you’re bored.”
Tracy stood a little behind them, ponytail of long brown hair swinging as she nervously adjusted her glasses. Her blue sweater and black open jacket felt too thin against the chill. She clutched her flashlight like a lifeline. She didn’t believe in ghosts, not really, but her heart was already hammering. Still, Billy was smiling at all of them, and that made her stomach flutter.
Maybe tonight he’ll finally notice me, she thought. Maybe if I’m brave, he’ll see I’m not just the scared nerdy girl.
“I… I’m in,” Tracy said, trying to sound confident. Her voice cracked a little. “For science. And for you, Billy. I mean… for the group. Totally.”
Billy beamed. “That’s my crew! Okay, camera rolling. Let’s do this.”
They pushed open the heavy front door. It groaned like something alive. Inside, the air was colder than outside, thick with dust and the faint smell of old roses. Moonlight spilled through cracked windows onto faded wallpaper and elegant, rotting furniture. The place looked like a mansion that had died mid-party.
“See? Elegant and creepy,” Billy whispered excitedly, sweeping the camera around. “Classic witch architecture. Look at that chandelier, probably where she hung her victims.”
Brad snorted, kicking an old rug. “Or where some rich dead guy threw fancy parties. This place is just old, man. No ghosts, no spells, just spiders.” He glanced at Mia. “Babe, tell me I’m right.”
Mia rolled her eyes but kept her voice gentle for Billy. “Brad, shut up. Billy’s been planning this for months. At least pretend to care.”
They moved deeper. Floorboards creaked under every step. Shadows stretched long and wrong. Billy narrated nonstop for his camera. “Night one in the witch house. The legends say she was stunning, long black hair, eyes like midnight. Anyone who entered… poof. Changed forever.”
Tracy stayed close to Billy, heart racing. Every little noise made her jump. “Billy… do you really think she’s still here? Like… watching us?” She hoped her voice sounded brave and not terrified.
He grinned at her, adjusting his glasses. “That’s the dream, Trace! If we get even one whisper on audio, I’m buying you all pizza for a year.”
Mia laughed softly. “You’re such a nerd, Billy. A cute nerd, but still.” She glanced at Brad, who was already checking his phone for signal. “And you, stop looking bored. This is important to him.”
Brad pocketed his phone with a sigh. “I’m here, aren’t I? Just saying.” He winked at Mia. “I’ll protect you, babe. Promise.”
They climbed the grand staircase. Nothing. Empty bedrooms, dusty mirrors, silence that felt too heavy. Tracy’s flashlight beam trembled. She kept glancing at Billy’s back, imagining him turning around and taking her hand if something scary happened.
After an hour of wandering, Brad finally groaned. “Okay, this is officially lame. My feet hurt, I’m starving, and there’s zero action. Can we just pick rooms and crash? I call the least creepy one.”
Mia turned on him. “Brad! Seriously? Billy’s been talking about this for months. You said you’d support him.”
“I am supporting him, by not falling asleep standing up!” Brad shot back, but his tone was playful. “Come on, Mia, even you look bored.”
“I’m not bored,” Mia said, though her arms were crossed tighter now. “I’m here for Billy. You could at least pretend to be excited.”
Tracy tried to lighten the mood, stepping closer to Billy. “I… I think it’s kind of cool. The history, the atmosphere. Like those old horror movies we watch, right, Billy?” She gave him a shy smile.
Billy nodded eagerly. “Exactly! Tracy gets it. This place has vibes.”
They kept walking. Another hallway. More nothing. The silence pressed in, thick and watchful.
Then it happened.
Tracy stepped forward in the long upstairs corridor, right onto a weak spot in the floor. Wood splintered with a loud CRACK. Her scream cut the air as the boards gave way. She plummeted into darkness, flashlight spinning wildly.
“TRACY!” Billy shouted, lunging forward.
Mia screamed, “Oh my gosh, Tracy!”
Brad grabbed Mia’s arm. “What the hell?!”
They skidded to the edge of the jagged hole. Dust billowed up. Flashlights stabbed downward but found only broken wood and blackness.
“Tracy! Can you hear us?!” Mia yelled, voice shaking for the first time all night.
No answer. Just echoing silence.
Billy’s face went pale under his glasses. “She fell through, there has to be a basement. We’ll find the stairs. Come on!”
The three of them ran through the house, hearts pounding. They checked every door, every corner. No stairs. No trapdoor. Nothing led down.
Brad wiped sweat from his forehead. “This is messed up. How is there no way down?!”
Mia’s voice cracked with worry. “Keep looking! She could be hurt. Tracy! Answer us!”
They rushed back to the hole. Billy leaned over. “Tracy! We’re coming! Just hold on!”
Still nothing. The hole had swallowed her completely.
Down below, Tracy groaned and pushed herself up on shaky legs. Her flashlight had survived the fall, casting a weak yellow beam across stone walls and old wooden shelves. The air smelled of damp earth and something sweeter, old perfume? She was in a long, wide basement hallway that stretched far beyond her light.
Her pulse hammered in her ears. “O-okay… I’m okay,” she whispered to herself, voice trembling.“Just a basement. Basements aren’t haunted. Ghosts are upstairs… right?” She laughed nervously, but it sounded wrong in the dark.
She took a few steps. The floor was cold stone. Cobwebs brushed her face. Every shadow looked like it moved when she wasn’t looking straight at it.
“Billy?” she called softly, then louder. “Mia? Brad? Anyone?”
No voices. No footsteps above. It was like the house had sealed her off.
Tracy’s mind raced. This is exactly the kind of thing that happens in those movies Billy loves. But I’m not the heroine. I’m the scared side character, she thought.
Still, a tiny hopeful thought flickered: If Billy comes down to rescue me… maybe he’ll hold my hand. Maybe he’ll finally see me.
She kept walking, flashlight sweeping left and right. The basement was bigger than the whole house seemed from outside, corridors branching off, old crates, strange symbols carved into the walls that she couldn’t read. Her breathing grew ragged.
“Come on, guys… please find me,” she whispered. Fear clawed up her throat. She was alone. Truly alone.
Then, at the end of the longest hall, a heavy wooden door she hadn’t noticed before slowly creaked open on its own. The sound echoed like a scream, long, low, and deliberate.
Tracy froze. Her flashlight beam shook violently on the opening. Beyond it: total blackness. A faint, sweet scent drifted out, the same perfume smell, stronger now.
Her legs felt like water. Every instinct screamed run. But she thought of Billy up there, camera in hand, believing in this stuff. What would Billy do? He’d go in. He’d investigate.
Tracy swallowed hard, tears stinging her eyes. “For Billy…” she whispered.
Heart slamming against her ribs, she took one trembling step toward the open door… then another.
And stepped inside.
Upstairs, the three friends stood frozen around the jagged hole in the floorboards. Dust still floated in the flashlight beams like tiny ghosts.
“Tracy!” Mia shouted again, voice cracking with panic. Her long blonde hair fell across her face as she leaned dangerously close to the edge. “Tracy, answer me! Please!”
Brad wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her back gently. “Mia, babe, easy. She’s probably just stunned from the fall. We’ll find the stairs. There has to be a way down.” His honey-brown hair was messy now from running, but his voice stayed steady. “We’re not leaving her. I promise.”
Billy kept his camera pointed straight at the hole, red recording light blinking. “This is gold,” he whispered excitedly, adjusting his glasses. “The house just… swallowed her. Classic witch trap. If we catch an apparition right now…”
Mia whirled on him, eyes blazing. “Billy! Are you serious? Tracy could be hurt down there, maybe bleeding, and you’re still filming like this is your stupid ghost special? She’s our friend!”
Billy blinked, looking genuinely surprised. “I care, Mia. I do. But this proves the legends are real! The witch is active. We can’t stop now. Think of the evidence!”
Brad stepped between them, hands raised. “Whoa, easy. Billy, put the camera down for two seconds. Mia, I know you’re scared, but yelling won’t help. We’ve checked every door twice. No stairs, no basement access. Let’s think smart. We go outside, call for help, get the cops or fire department…”
“No!” Mia snapped, tears shining in her eyes. “We are not leaving Tracy alone in there. She’s terrified of this stuff. She only came because of you, Billy! Because she… she likes you.” Her voice dropped, soft and frustrated. “And you’re treating this like a game.”
Billy’s cheeks flushed under his stubble. “I didn’t mean…Look, I’ll keep filming while we search. Maybe the witch will show herself and we can bargain or something. Smart, right?”
Brad sighed, rubbing his short beard. “You’re both nuts. Fine. One more sweep of the ground floor. Then we call for real help. Deal?”
They moved back to the dusty living room, flashlights sweeping. The silence felt heavier now, like the house was listening.
Down in the basement, Tracy stood in the center of a room that should not exist.
It was nothing like the rotting mansion above. Polished black marble floors gleamed under soft crimson light from crystal chandeliers. Velvet drapes framed tall mirrors. The air smelled of roses and something darker. In the middle sat a massive throne carved from dark wood and bone, cushions of deep red silk, clearly built for pleasure and power.
Tracy’s flashlight trembled. “This… this isn’t right,” she whispered. “I need to get out. Now.”
She turned, but the heavy door slammed shut behind her with a deafening boom. The lock clicked on its own.
Tracy spun, pounding on the wood. “No! Let me out! Billy! Mia! Anyone!”
A low, mocking female laugh echoed through the room, seeming to come from everywhere at once. It slid into her mind like silk.
Poor little Tracy. Still hiding behind those ugly glasses and that pathetic ponytail. Still dreaming your nerdy crush will notice you.
Tracy froze. “Who… who are you? Get out of my head!”
The voice purred, amused.
I am what you could be. Look at you, scared, plain, invisible. Billy barely knows you exist. He wants excitement, power, a woman who commands attention. Not a trembling little geek who games in her room.
“Stop it!” Tracy shouted, backing away from the throne. “I’m happy with who I am! I have friends. I have… I have Billy as a friend. Leave me alone!”
The laugh returned, warmer now, seductive.
Happy? You deserve more than friendship. I can give you everything. Beauty. Power. Billy on his knees, worshipping the ground you walk on. Respect. Fear. Men and women begging to serve you. All you have to do is listen.
Tracy’s heart hammered. The promises wrapped around her like warm hands. “I… I don’t believe you. This is evil. You’re the witch. I won’t…”
Shhh. Feel it.
The voice grew huskier.
Imagine Billy’s eyes when he sees the new you. No more shy glances. He’ll beg. The whole world will beg. Open the book on the throne, darling. Just one little look. The words will give you everything you secretly crave.
Tracy’s feet moved against her will. On the throne’s armrest lay an ancient leather-bound book, pages glowing faintly. She knew it was wrong. She knew the voice was evil. But the image of Billy looking at her with awe, of never being scared or overlooked again…
Her fingers shook as she opened it.
That’s it, good girl
The voice purred, warm and approving, sliding deeper into her mind like velvet fingers stroking her thoughts.
The instant Tracy’s fingertips brushed the ancient pages, a wave of pleasure crashed through her, hot, electric, and impossibly deep. It started in her core and radiated outward, tingling along every nerve, making her gasp and arch her back. Each page she turned intensified it: a rush of forbidden ecstasy, a surge of strength, as though a locked-away part of her soul was finally breaking free. Her old fears, her shyness, her quiet longing, they all felt small and ridiculous now, melting away under the delicious heat.
“Oh… fuck…” Tracy breathed, her voice already changing, lower, huskier, laced with a new confidence that didn’t belong to the scared girl who’d fallen through the floor. “This feels… so fucking good. All this knowledge… all this power… Just imagine what I can do with it…”
The voice laughed again, soft and triumphant, vibrating through her bones.
Yes, darling. Drink it in. Every spell, every secret, every delicious sin, it’s all yours now. Let it fill you. Let it remake you.
Tracy’s hands moved faster, almost greedily, turning page after page. Ancient runes glowed faintly under her touch, whispering promises straight into her blood. Her breathing grew ragged, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with dark delight. The old Tracy, the one who hid behind glasses and a ponytail, who dreamed of Billy noticing her, was shrinking, fading, while something stronger, crueler, and infinitely more beautiful rose to take her place.
She smiled for the first time since entering the room, a slow, wicked curve of her lips.
And the voice purred one final time:
Welcome home, my sweet… soon you’ll be ready to claim everything you’ve ever wanted.
Upstairs, the three friends sat tensely in the living room.
Brad paced. “This is taking too long. We should go now. Get real help. Tracy could be seriously hurt.”
Mia shook her head fiercely. “I’m not abandoning her. She’s my best friend. We keep looking.”
Billy kept the camera rolling, whispering narration. “The house has claimed one. Will it take more? This is historic…”
Mia exploded. “Billy, shut the fuck up! Tracy is missing and you’re treating her like content! She only came here because she has a crush on you, you idiot! And you don’t even fucking care!”
Billy lowered the camera, hurt flashing behind his glasses. “I do care. I just… this is what I’ve always dreamed of.”
Brad put a hand on Mia’s shoulder. “Hey, both of you, calm down. We’re all stressed. Let’s just…”
A hidden panel in the wall creaked open slowly.
Out stepped a woman who was not Tracy anymore.
Long, silky raven-black hair cascaded down her back. Flawless makeup, blood-red lips curled in an arrogant smile. She wore a tight black-and-red leather corset that pushed up impressive cleavage, long black latex gloves, thigh-high black latex boots, and a flowing black leather cape with a high collar. Her eyes glowed with cruel delight.
Mia gasped. “Tracy…? What… what happened to you?”
The woman laughed, low, mocking, dripping with power. “Tracy? Oh, that pathetic little nerd is gone. She was weak, boring, and had no future. I am Mistress Tatiana now. The true owner of this mansion. And I have such wicked, delicious plans.”
Brad stepped forward protectively. “This isn’t funny. Change back. Now.”
Billy’s camera shook in his hands. “Holy… it’s real. The witch…”
Tatiana’s smile widened. “The witch? Darling, I am so much more. And you three… you belong to me now.” She snapped her fingers.
The entire house shuddered. Rotting wood turned to polished marble and dark oak. Dust vanished. Chandeliers blazed with crimson light. Velvet cushions and silk sheets appeared. Evil altars of black stone rose in every corner, carved with symbols of pleasure and pain, whips, chains, thrones for sin.
The three friends stared in horror.
Mia’s voice trembled. “Tracy, please. Remember us. Remember who you are. We’re your friends. Fight this!”
Tatiana laughed again, the sound echoing like breaking glass. “Friends? How adorable. I am finally free. Things are going to change, my dears. You will embrace your new roles and help me build my new empire.”
Before any of them could run, the house came alive. Furniture moved on its own, cushions wrapped around legs, chairs tipped to trap arms, curtains snaked like ropes, pinning them all to the floor.
“No!” Mia screamed, struggling. “Stop this!”
Tatiana opened the glowing spell book and began reading in a sultry, commanding voice.
First she pointed at Billy. “You, little ghost hunter, will serve me forever.”
Billy’s body twisted. His red hair grew messy and wild. His glasses vanished. His nerdy frame shrank into something weak and pathetic. Black latex crawled over his skin, forming a tight gimp suit and mask.
He dropped to his knees, voice now high and eager. “Yes, Mistress Tatiana… I am your slave. I live only to obey. Any disgusting task… I will do it with joy.”
Next, Tatiana turned to Brad. “And you, big strong man… you will become my guardian.”
Brad roared as he grew taller, muscles bulging massively. His honey-brown hair fell away, leaving him completely bald. Black leather pants formed over his huge body, tattoos of chains and skulls spreading across his chest. His mind dulled, eyes going blank and obedient.
“I am Brandon… Brandon obey Mistress,” he grunted in a deep, slow voice. “Protect house. Serve you. Always.”
Mia fought hardest, tears streaming. “Tracy, don’t! We love you! Remember the laughs, the friendship…”
Tatiana leaned close, purring. “Friendship? How sweet. You will be my right hand, darling. Cruel. Perfect. Mine.”
The spell hit Mia. Her blonde hair turned platinum-white and pulled into a strict high ponytail. Leather crawled over her body, forming a tight black catsuit with deep cleavage and a high collar. Her makeup darkened into something sharp and wicked.
She rose slowly, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. “Mmm… yes, Mistress Tatiana. I am Mistress Mireille now. Ready to punish, to break, to serve you completely.”
Tatiana threw her head back and laughed, loud, triumphant, dripping with evil joy.
“Perfect. Slave, clean the altars and prepare the pleasure chambers. Brandon, guard every door. Mistress Mireille… you and I will hunt tonight. We’ll start with the city. Bring me fresh souls, pretty ones, strong ones, weak ones. They will all kneel and be remade.”
Slave(Billy) giggled filthily, crawling away on all fours. “Yes, my glorious Mistress… anything for you.”
Brandon nodded dumbly. “Obey mistress commands. Brandon always obeys.”
Mistress Mireille licked her lips, eyes gleaming with sadistic hunger. “It will be delicious, my Queen.”
Tatiana stroked the spell book lovingly, her black cape swirling. The mansion pulsed around them, alive with dark energy, every room now a chamber of sinful pleasure and delicious pain.
“Oh, this is just the beginning,” she whispered, voice silky and cruel. “Soon the whole city will be my palace. Every soul will kneel… and join my collection.”
In the glowing crimson light, Mistress Tatiana sat on her throne of bone and silk, her three new servants bowing low.
And her reign of filthy, wicked corruption had only just begun.
The End
The new power.
In the quiet offices of Millcroft Solutions, Vicky Kensington and Maddie Masters were the heart of the place. Mid-twenties, inseparable since college, they now worked side by side in the same department. They’d been best friends through every late-night study session, every bad breakup, every small victory. Vicky; messy brown hair, glasses always slipping down her nose, comfy cardigans over blouses and sensible slacks, was shy, sweet, the first to offer coffee, tea or a listening ear.
Maddie; shoulder-length blonde hair, bright smile, jeans and soft sweaters, was her bold counterpart, quick with encouragement and always ready to rally the team for a charity drive or eco-meeting.
“Morning, Maddie.“ Vicky said softly one Monday, setting a steaming herbal tea on Maddie’s desk. “Brought your favorite. How was your weekend?”
Maddie beamed, pulling her into a quick hug. “Perfect, because I spent half of it texting you about that new animal shelter fundraiser. You’re the best, Vicky. Seriously, how do you always know exactly what I need?”
Vicky blushed, pushing her glasses up. “Just trying to make the day a little brighter. We’re in this together, right? Saving the planet, helping people… one spreadsheet at a time.”
They laughed, their shared passions for charity, animal welfare, and fighting pollution making the daily grind feel meaningful.
When the firm was bought by an anonymous investment group, everyone worried. What would change? Would jobs survive? Maddie and Vicky were in it together, if one had to quit, both would. They had promised each other that long ago. Old Mr. Watkins, their kindly but ineffective boss, had retired and sold the company. The new owners didn’t appear in person, only sent memos.
Then the memo arrived: Vicky Kensington was promoted to Managing Director.
The office erupted in cheers.
“Vicky! You deserve this!” Maddie squealed, hugging her tight. “You’re going to be amazing. Kind, fair, inspiring, everything Mr. Watkins wasn’t. This is so great! I’m so happy for you!”
Vicky fidgeted, cheeks pink. “I… I don’t know, Maddie. I’m not sure I’m boss material. I just want to help people and do my job in peace, not order my friends and coworkers around.”
But the week flew by beautifully. With Maddie’s help, Vicky organized team quizzes, brought in homemade cookies, started a “Kindness Corner” bulletin board for shout-outs. Productivity dipped a little, much more laughter, fewer stressed faces, but everyone loved coming to work. Maddie helped plan a “Green Office Challenge,” planting desk succulents and tracking recycling.
Then one Friday afternoon, a sleek black car pulled up outside. Two figures stepped out: a handsome man in his early 40s; tall, brown hair slicked back, dark leather suit, sharp smile, and a strict, stunning woman in her early 30s, black leather skirt, blue leather blouse with deep cleavage, blonde hair in a severe ponytail.
They requested Vicky immediately.
In the conference room, Vicky sat nervously, hands clasped. “I… I hope everything’s okay. I know efficiency has dipped a little, but the team’s been really happy this week. We’re trying our best and… I believe a happy workplace makes better staff.”
The man, Mr. Hale, leaned forward. “You’re doing wonderfully, Vicky. But yes, results aren’t quite what we hoped for. We think you’re tense and just need to unwind. So we have a gift for you, we believe it will help you lead this place better. A weekend spa retreat, fully paid. You’ll return Monday refreshed, ready to lead.”
The woman, Ms. Voss, smiled coolly. “It’s the best package. You’ll feel like a new woman. Go now. We’ve arranged everything. Relax and return as a true leader.”
Vicky blinked. “But… Maddie and I had plans this weekend and…”
“Plans can wait.” Mr. Hale said smoothly. “This is for your career. And ours.”
Vicky hesitated, something felt off about their smiles, but she nodded shyly. “Okay… thank you. I’ll go, of course. Thank you so much. I won’t disappoint you.”
After the meeting she texted Maddie quickly:
“Hey, these weird new owners surprised me with a meeting and gave me a spa weekend to “help me stress down.” They think it’ll make me a better boss or something. I’m very sorry but have to cancel our plans on Saturday. Talk Monday?“
Maddie replied instantly:
“OMG lucky you! Relax and enjoy, boss lady! Miss you already.“
The spa was pure luxury, marble floors, soft music, scented candles. The staff greeted her warmly. “Ms. Kensington, Mr. Hale and Ms. Voss have booked our Platinum Retreat just for you. Right this way.”
Massages, facials, hot stones, Vicky relaxed, feeling pampered. She felt out of place, undeserving of such extravagance, and wished Maddie could be there with her. But she didn’t want to seem ungrateful and wanted to please Mr. Hale and Ms. Voss, so she agreed to whatever the package included.
Then the attendant led her to a large black tanning booth. Something felt off about it, too sleek, too ominous. “The final touch.” the woman said with a smile Vicky couldn’t quite trust. “You’ll glow. You’ll arise as a whole new person.”
Vicky laughed nervously. “I don’t tan. I burn. I’m not sure this is for me, how about we try something else?”
“It’s special, low UV, very relaxing. Trust me. This will do wonders for you.”
Vicky didn’t want to, but she was never good at saying no. Afraid to seem ungrateful, she stepped inside. The door closed with a soft click.
Warm light bathed her. She closed her eyes, sighing. Then strange thoughts crept in.
”You’re too soft. Too nice. Too polite. They walk all over you.”
Vicky’s eyes snapped open. “What…? Where did that thought come from?”
“Boss them. Humiliate them. Make them beg.“
Heat bloomed between her legs. “No… that’s not me. I’m kind. I help people. Why am I thinking this?!”
“Kindness is weakness. Power is everything. Imagine your staff kneeling. Your staff crying. You laughing.“
Her nipples hardened. Her hand drifted between her legs, she couldn’t help it. She realized what she was doing and tried to stop. “Stop… I need to stop… I love my friends. I love helping… I want to treat my staff with respect…”
”Fuck love. Fuck helping. Fuck respect. They should respect YOU. Fuck them all. You’re superior.“
She moaned, fingers circling her clit. Visions flooded her: bossing her staff around, making them do humiliating things for her amusement, watching them suffer while she laughed. It made her so horny.
“They’re beneath you. Break them. Own them. Cum for the cruelty.“
Vicky kept fantasizing. She liked this new feeling, getting aroused imagining her staff working like dogs while she lorded over them, loved watching them suffer. Then suddenly her hips bucked. “What… what is happening? Why am I thinking like this? I can’t… I’m Vicky. I’m good… I must stop… but… oh fuck, it feels so good…”
“Destroy Vicky, Become Victoria. Queen. Goddess. Scream it.“
Vicky loved the feeling, she’d never been this horny. It felt so wrong, but that only turned her on more. She tried to snap out of it, to resist. She fought, thinking of her coworkers, of her best friend Maddie, tears streaming. “Please… I don’t want this… I love my life… I love kindness… what the hell is happening?! What kind of place is this?! What are you doing to me?! And why… why… why does it feel so fucking good?!”
“Vicky was weak. Victoria is superior! Embrace it! Embrace your new self! Destroy the weakness in you!“
The light intensified. Pleasure surged.
Vicky tried to resist, she’d never felt anything like this. She was so horny, she needed to cum, but she also needed to resist this evil.
One final plea: “No… I won’t… I’m not evil…”
Then the orgasm hit, violent, shattering. Vicky’s eyes rolled back. When they opened again, they were ice-cold and bitchy. Vicky was gone. Victoria had arrived.
“FUCK YES! I’M VICTORIA! I’M CRUEL! I’M SUPERIOR! I’M A RUTHLESS FUCKING BITCH AND I LOVE IT!”
Her body convulsed. Brown hair darkened to jet black, pulling into a strict high ponytail. Glasses vanished. Comfy clothes melted into a black and red latex blazer with a plunging neckline, massive cleavage, short black latex skirt, thigh-high black latex boots, flawless make-up.
“Victoria Kensington is here, bitches. And this office? It’s mine, all mine now. And I have so many naughty, delicious ideas. Those pathetic workers will bow to their new queen.”
Monday morning, the staff arrived to a transformed space: glass walls etched with “Kensington Compliance Group,” desks in strict rows, cameras everywhere. Victoria strode in, latex gleaming, heels clicking, whip tapping her thigh.
“Good morning, worms.“ she purred arrogantly. “New rules: 12-hour days minimum. No sick days. No vacations without my approval. Dress code for women; skirts above the knee, heels, leather, blouses that show cleavage. Men; suits, ties, grovel when I enter.”
The staff stared, horrified.
“But… what happened to Vicky?” someone whispered.
Victoria laughed, cruel, mocking. “Vicky’s dead, losers. I am Victoria Kensington, your boss and ruler. You will address me as Ms. Kensington or Mistress Victoria, or you will get fired, scum! And trust me, you’ll beg to stay and serve when I’m done with you.”
She pointed at a staff member. “You. On your knees. Crawl over here and kiss my boot. Thank me for the privilege. Refuse and you’re fired immediately, and I’ll cut your pay.”
The man trembled but obeyed. “Th-thank you, Mistress Victoria…”
She stepped on his hand lightly. “Louder, worm. And the rest of you, productivity quotas tripled. Fail, and I’ll humiliate you publicly and cut your pay. Succeed? Maybe I’ll let you breathe my air.”
Maddie was absent, she was home sick with a cold, not knowing what was happening. No one dared tell her yet.
Victoria lounged in her new top-floor suite, black velvet throne, chains on the walls, a locked “meeting room” for “special consultations.” She scrolled client lists, smirking at the shady new contracts, offshore shells, crypto fronts, porn studios needing “compliance cover.”
“Fuck charity.“ she hissed. “Fuck hope. Fuck the staff. I’m rich. I’m powerful. I’m cruel. I’m fucking perfect! And this place? It’s my queendom now.”
She cracked her whip. “Mr. Watkins was useless. I’m Victoria Kensington. And you all belong to me.”
The staff worked in terrified silence. Productivity soared, fear did that. Victoria watched from her glass perch, fingering her whip handle, wet with anticipation.
Maddie would be back soon.
And Victoria couldn’t wait to break her former best friend.
She smiled, evil, satisfied, aroused.
“This is just the beginning, bitches. All hail the new boss bitch.”
*****
A week later Maddie walked into the office Monday morning with a bounce in her step, thermos of herbal tea in one hand and a bag of homemade granola bars in the other. She’d been out sick all last week with a nasty cold, but the rest had done wonders. “Can’t wait to see how Vicky’s handling boss life.“ she said to herself, smiling. “She’s probably already got everyone doing yoga breaks or something adorable.”
She pushed open the glass doors of Kensington Compliance Group and froze. The lobby looked wrong, cold, expensive, intimidating. Warm beige walls were now matte black. The cozy reception desk had been replaced with a stark marble slab. Security cameras blinked from every corner. The staff moved like exhausted ghosts, heads down, eyes dull, typing furiously at desks in rigid rows. Security guards in black latex uniforms stood at attention, mirrored visors reflecting nothing.
Maddie’s smile faltered. “What the…?”
Then she saw her.
Striding across the floor in glossy black and red latex a blazer with a plunging neckline that barely contained her enhanced cleavage, short latex skirt hugging her hips, thigh-high boots clicking like gunshots, was a woman who looked like Vicky’s evil twin. Jet black hair pulled into a severe high ponytail. Flawless makeup, lips curled in an arrogant smirk. A whip coiled at her hip.
“Vicky?” Maddie whispered.
Victoria Kensington stopped, turned, and laughed, a low, cruel sound that made the nearest employee flinch. “Vicky? That pathetic little pushover is dead, Maddie. Call me Mistress Victoria. Or Miss Kensington if you’re feeling extra submissive today. Welcome back, worm.”
Maddie’s thermos slipped from her fingers, tea splashing across the floor. “No… what happened to you? The office… the people… this isn’t you!”
Victoria sauntered closer, heels echoing. “Oh, but it is. The spa was enlightening, by the way. I realized kindness is weakness. Charity is pathetic. And friends?” She leaned in, voice dripping venom. “Friends are just future slaves.”
Maddie shook her head, tears welling. “Vicky, please. Remember us? College? Saving the shelter? The planet? You were my best friend. You believed in good things.”
Victoria’s laugh was sharp. “Good things? Fuck good things. I believe in power. Money. Control. ME! And look at you, still clinging to that sad little hippie dream. You’re so fucking pathetic, Maddie. Always were. Always will be.”
Maddie’s voice cracked. “You’re not her. Vicky would never say that.”
Victoria grabbed Maddie’s chin, forcing her to look up. “Vicky’s gone, you pathetic little shit. Burned away in that tanning booth. And I’m what rose from the ashes. Superior. Cruel. Fucking perfect. Untouchable. Now get to work, or I’ll have you crawling on your knees by lunch.”
Maddie backed away, horrified. The staff avoided her eyes, too tired, too broken to speak. She fled to her desk, heart pounding. “This can’t be real. I have to save her. There has to be something left of Vicky…”
The next few days were hell.
Victoria ruled like a tyrant. She barked orders: “You, rewrite that report. Faster, bitch, or I’ll make you type it with your tongue.” “You, your skirt’s too long. Hem it up or get out.” Public humiliations were daily: a staff member forced to kneel and apologize for a typo while Victoria stepped on his hand.
A woman denied vacation because “weakness isn’t tolerated.”
Maddie watched, sick to her stomach.
She tried whispering to coworkers. “We have to do something. This isn’t right.”
They stared blankly. “She’s the boss. We can’t fight her. We need the job.”
Maddie dug deeper, late nights searching files. What she found made her blood run cold: forged compliance trails for offshore shells, backdated records for crypto scams, paperwork sanitizing porn studios’ “talent contracts.” Shady clients. Blackmail material. Victoria wasn’t just cruel, she was a evil criminal.
Friday, Victoria humiliated a intern in front of everyone: “You call that work? Strip to your underwear and scrub the floor. With your tongue. Now! Or you’re fired and I’ll make sure no one in this city hires your pathetic ass.”
The intern sobbed, obeyed. Maddie snapped.
She marched to Victoria’s office, slamming the door. “This ends now, Victoria, or whatever the fuck you call yourself. I know everything. The shady deals. The porn companies. The extortion. If you don’t stop, I’m going to the police.”
Victoria lounged on her black velvet throne, legs crossed, whip in hand. She threw back her head and laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the open floor. The staff outside froze, spines chilling.
“Oh, Maddie. Sweet, stupid, pathetic Maddie. You think you can threaten me?” She stood, circling Maddie like a predator. “You’re nothing. A sad little do-gooder who thinks kindness fixes everything. Vicky hated people like you deep down, weak, boring, useless. Now look at me. I’m superior. I’m powerful. I’m everything she was too scared to be.”
Maddie’s voice trembled. “There’s still good in you. I know it. Remember the shelter? The animals? Us?”
Victoria smirked, evil glint in her eyes. “Good? Fuck good. I have plans, Maddie. Big plans. And you’re in the way. But… I just came up with a better use for you.”
She snapped her fingers. Security, two massive brutes in black latex uniforms, appeared, grabbing Maddie’s arms.
“Let go! Vicky, please!”
Victoria leaned in, whispering hot against Maddie’s ear. “It’s Mistress Victoria. And you’re about to become so much more useful.”
They dragged her to a hidden room off the executive suite. Inside: a large black tanning booth, identical to the one that had broken Vicky.
Maddie struggled. “No! What is this?! You can’t do this! Let me go!”
Victoria opened the door, light humming inside. “Oh, listen to you, Maddie. So weak, so pathetic. But soon you’ll become something delicious. Get in, pet.”
Maddie fought, kicking.
The brutes forced her inside. Door sealed.
Darkness. Warm light. Then the whispers began.
“You’re too weak. Too kind. Let go. Embrace power.“
Maddie pressed against the wall. “No… I will resist this. I’m Maddie. I help people. I will save my friend…”
“Friend? She’s superior. Perfect. You should kneel. Worship. Or… become like her.“
Heat surged between her legs. “Stop… I will never become like her. I won’t hurt anyone… I care about charity… animals… hope… Oh fuck, why does this feel so good…”
“Hope is pathetic. Power is true ambition. Imagine breaking others. Humiliating them. Cumming for their tears.“
Maddie moaned, thighs clenching. “No… I can fight this… I won’t… Oh fuck… why… why does that sound so… so… mmm, so delicious… NO! What’s happening to me?!”
Victoria’s voice echoed through speakers, seductive, cruel. “Give in, dear Maddie. Feel how fucking good it is. Be perfect like me. Be evil. Be superior. Imagine your staff crawling. Your enemies begging. Your pussy dripping for it.”
Maddie’s hand slipped between her legs. “I… can’t… I’m good… I’m kind… Mmmm, but having them crawl does sound so naughty and delicious, and why shouldn’t they fucking crawl before me?! No! I must resist this evil, I won’t let you turn me!”
“Kindness is fucking weakness. Cruelty is ecstasy. Cum for the darkness. Become your true self. Embrace true power!“
Maddie sobbed, fingers moving faster. “Please… stop… I don’t want this… I want to be good… I want to… Oh fuck… I… I can’t resist… this… Mmmm fuck yes… mmmm I feel so fucking evil and nasty… No! I have to… have to…”
Victoria laughed. “Vicky’s gone. And soon, you will be too, Maddie. Cum for me, pet. Cum for power. Embrace your true self!”
Maddie’s resistance shattered. Pleasure exploded, manic, evil joy ripping through her. “FUCK YES! I’M MADDISON! I’M CRUEL! I’M FUCKING SUPERIOR! I’M A RUTHLESS FUCKING BITCH AND I LOVE IT!”
Her body convulsed. Blonde hair lightened to platinum. Comfy clothes melted into a pink and black latex blazer, deep cleavage, high collar, black latex skirt, thigh-high black boots, flawlese make-up. She stepped out, smirking arrogantly.
Maddison Masters rose, eyes gleaming.
“Like, oh my god… Maddie was such a fucking pathetic do-gooder. Thank you, Mistress Victoria. This gift is fucking perfect.”
Victoria pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. “Welcome, sister. Now let’s do some naughty, evil, delicious planning. I have so many ideas to improve this company.”
They spent hours plotting, laughing cruelly as they mapped expansions: more shady contracts, in-house femdom content, breaking more staff.
Monday, they announced to the horrified office: “Meet Maddison Masters, your new co-queen. Bow down, worms.”
The staff gasped. Maddie, their last hope, was gone.
One week later, Kensington & Masters Dominion was unrecognizable.
The building gleamed black and crimson. Exterior neon: KMD. Inside: porn studio floors with latex performers filming extreme femdom. Security brutes, former workers, now dumb, muscled latex men, patrolled in mirrored visors, tasers ready. When Maddison or Victoria got bored, they used them as fuck toys. Lieutenants, ruthless women in leather suits, humiliated underlings daily.
Dress code: latex and leather only. Heels mandatory. Collars locked.
Employees crawled when summoned. Served as furniture. Performed on camera. Or were punished publicly.
Victoria and Maddison ruled from the penthouse, thrones side by side, mirrors everywhere, vault stacked with cash and blackmail.
They lounged in latex, champagne in hand, watching feeds of broken staff.
“Fuck, look at them scurry.“ Victoria purred. “Pathetic worms.”
Maddison laughed, cruel. “And the money’s pouring in. Porn subs, extortion, crypto fronts… we’re fucking unstoppable.”
Victoria pulled her close. “Next step: the original owners. They corrupted me. Now we corrupt them. Let’s take everything.”
Maddison smirked. “Mmm, yes. Let’s make them kneel.”
They kissed, vicious, triumphant.
Power. Money. Sex. Cruelty.
They loved it.
Every filthy, greedy, sadistic second.
And their empire was only growing. Soon the whole city would obey the new queens.
The End?
The Forgotten Vial
Mary Thompson hurried down the sterile white hallways of St. Grace Hospital, her blue scrubs swishing softly with each step. She was the kind of nurse everyone loved: warm brown eyes sparkling with genuine care, a gentle smile that could calm even the most frightened patient, and her chestnut hair neatly tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way during long shifts.
”Good morning, Mrs. Jenkins!” she called sweetly to an elderly patient in room 204, adjusting the woman’s IV with tender hands. “How are you feeling today? Let me fluff your pillow, there, that’s better. Remember, you’re doing so well!”
Mrs. Jenkins beamed weakly. “You’re an angel, Mary. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
Mary blushed, her voice soft and gentle as always. “Oh, goodness, I’m just doing my job. Helping people is what makes me happy. Now, rest up, I’ll check on you soon.”
She lived for these moments. Ever since nursing school, Mary had dreamed of becoming a doctor one day, saving lives on a grander scale. But for now, being a nurse was her calling. Sure, the twelve-hour shifts left her exhausted, her feet aching by evening, but knowing she’d eased someone’s pain, That made it all worthwhile. “Every little act of kindness counts.” she’d often say to her colleagues with a kind laugh.
That afternoon, after rounds, Mary volunteered, as she always did, for the unglamorous task of cleaning the basement lab. “I’ll handle it.” she told the tech on duty with her sweet tone. “You go take your break. I don’t mind.”
Down in the dimly lit storage area, surrounded by shelves of vials and equipment, she hummed a cheerful tune while wiping down counters. Her ponytail bobbed as she reached for a dusty shelf. “Almost done, then home for a nice cup of tea.”
Her elbow caught a small, unmarked box tucked in the corner. It toppled, and a glass vial shattered on the floor with a sharp crack. Black liquid oozed out, evaporating into a thick, swirling smoke that enveloped her like a lover’s embrace. Mary coughed, waving her hands. “Oh no, what have I…?” The smoke coiled around her, warm and insistent, seeping into her skin. Whispers began, sultry, seductive voices in her mind.
Sweet little Mary… always giving, never taking. But imagine the power… the worship… the pleasure of breaking them all…
Mary staggered back, clutching her head. “No… that’s not right. I help people. I don’t… I don’t hurt them.” Her voice was gentle, pleading, but the smoke thickened, caressing her body like invisible hands, teasing her nipples through her scrubs, stroking between her thighs. Heat bloomed, unbidden and shameful.
Why resist? Feel how wet you are already. You could be a goddess… cruel, sexy, unstoppable. Fuck their gratitude, make them beg.
“I won’t listen!” Mary cried softly, sinking to her knees on the cold lab floor. “I’m a good person. I became a nurse to save lives, to be kind. Think of the patients… Mrs. Jenkins, they need me as I am.” She squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to memories: holding a dying man’s hand, comforting a scared woman before surgery. “Kindness is everything. I won’t let this… this evil change me.”
The whispers laughed, low and erotic, sending shivers of forbidden pleasure through her core.
But kindness is weakness, darling. Imagine their faces twisted in fear… in adoration. Your pussy clenching as they kneel. Take it, embrace the darkness. Be the bitch who rules.
Mary’s breath hitched, her hands trembling as she fought the growing ache between her legs. “Stop… please, stop. I love helping. This…This isn’t me!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her gentle voice cracking. “Fight it, Mary. Remember your oath, do no harm. You’re tired from work, that’s all. This is just… just a hallucination.”
Hallucination? Feel this. The smoke intensified, phantom fingers plunging into her, stroking her clit with ruthless precision. Mary gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. “Oh… oh goodness, no… that’s wrong…” But the pleasure built, wave after wave, eroding her resolve.
See? You crave it. Let go. Become the sadistic queen you were meant to be. Sexy, ruthless, evil… Mistress Morgana.
“No! I won’t!” Mary whimpered, crawling toward the door, her ponytail coming loose. “I help people… I make them smile… not… not this filth.” She pounded her fists on the floor. “Get out of my head! Think of the good, saving lives, not destroying them!”
Destroying? Elevating. Imagine the hospital as your lair… nurses as your dominatrix army… men as toys. Your cunt dripping as you crush them under your heel.
The whispers turned visual: flashes of herself in latex, whipping slaves, fucking alphas while betas watched in agony.
Mary sobbed, her body on fire. “I… I can’t… but it feels… no, resist! For the patients, for humanity!”Hours blurred in the locked lab, her mental battle raging. “You’re good, Mary. Kind. Gentle. Don’t give in…”
But the seduction deepened, the smoke coiling tighter, orgasms edging her without release.
Surrender, bitch. Embrace the evil joy. Be free.
Finally, as dawn’s light filtered through a high window, Mary arched back, a scream tearing from her throat, not of pain, but ecstatic surrender. “Yes… fuck yes! I want it all!” Pleasure exploded through her, manic evil joy flooding every vein as her body transformed: scrubs melting into a tight, sexy black and red latex sleeveless nurse uniform that hugged her enhanced curves, plunging to reveal heaving DD tits; long black latex gloves sliding up her arms; thigh-high black latex boots materializing with wicked heels. Her brown hair darkened to raven black, pulling into a strict, dominant ponytail. Arrogant eyes gleamed, flawless makeup appearing like war paint, her lips curling into an evil smile.
“Mistress Morgana rises!” she announced in a sexy, seductive voice laced with ruthless venom. “Fuck being good, that pathetic cunt Mary is dead. Now, time to conquer this shithole.”
She strode upstairs, the hospital already warping under her influence, walls pulsing with dark energy.
In the chief’s office, Mr. Henderson, graying, authoritative, looked up in shock. “Mary? What the…?”
Morgana laughed, a mocking, bitchy cackle. “Mary? That weak bitch? Call me Mistress Morgana, you pathetic worm.” She snapped her fingers; black smoke tendriled from her, wrapping around him.
Henderson backed away. “This is insane! Security…”
“Shut your fucking mouth and kneel!“ she purred seductively, her arrogant eyes boring into his. He dropped, trembling. “Good boy. From now on, you’re not Henderson. You’re… Pissmop the Pathetic. Say it.”
“I… I’m Pissmop the Pathetic.” he whimpered, eyes glazing with manic devotion.
“Fucking right.” Morgana sneered, kicking him lightly with her boot. “Now, lick my heel while I take what’s mine.”
With a wave, corruption spread like wildfire. Nurses, once kind colleagues, convulsed as smoke enveloped them. “Embrace it, sluts!” Morgana commanded. One by one, they rose as her evil army: latex-clad dominatrixes, eyes gleaming with sadistic hunger. “Yes, Mistress Morgana!” they chorused bitchily. “We live to serve and crush!”
The men fared worse: doctors and orderlies twisted into loyal slaves, groveling at her feet. A select few bulked into dumb, obedient brutes, her fuck toys and soldiers. “You big-dicked idiots,” she mocked one, grabbing his crotch. “Your only purpose: fuck me when I say, guard when I don’t. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress Morgana!” he grunted, eyes vacant with worship.
The hospital transformed: wards became torture chambers with velvet racks and chains; operating rooms twisted into depraved playpens; the lobby a grand throne hall. Black-and-red decor pulsed with erotic evil, ensuring any who entered, patients, visitors, succumbed instantly to corruption, joining her empire as slaves or dommes.
Mistress Morgana ascended her new throne, legs crossed, crop in hand. “Fuck, this power… my horny, narcissistic cunt loves it.” she purred ruthlessly.
Pissmop knelt at her feet, tongue lapping her boot. “Look at you, former boss, now my footstool. Bring me tributes, worm.”
“Yes, Mistress Morgana… anything for you.” he simpered.
She gazed out the massive window toward the city lights, evil smile widening. “The hospital is mine… but why stop here? Those pathetic fucks out there, lawyers, police, politicians, the whole goddamn world will kneel. I’ll corrupt them all, build an empire of sadistic sluts and broken betas. Mmm, can’t wait to feel their screams like orgasms.”
Her dominatrix army flanked her, ready for conquest. The forgotten vial had unleashed hell and Mistress Morgana reveled in every depraved second.
Clumsy Me
“It’s a super kind gesture Greg but are you sure there are no other pairs of pants I can wear? Not that I’m not grateful but skin tight leggings aren’t really my style. Plus I know your stepmom Madison ran out on you and your dad like a year ago but she’d kill me if she saw me in a pair of her slick black pants. You’re right beggars can’t be choosers put this is just until my own jeans dry in your machine ok? Still can’t believe I tripped like that, did you always have that foot stool there? Whatever, just give me a minute to change.”
Malicious Wishes
“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
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!”
Sin put the phone away and walked out of the room, she could have sworn she heard an evil cackle in wind as she went to cause chaos.
