This story is for the incomparable @misseviehyde. Hope she and everyone else enjoys it!
Ally adjusted the tripod legs one last time, the soles of her sneakers sinking into the soft beach sand. She wiped the sweat from her brow and peeked up at the sky through thick rimmed glasses, the moon already beginning its slow crawl across the sun. She smiled. It would be a perfect view. Alone, finally, with her telescope.
She pulled out a small folding chair, scribbled a few notes in her weathered astronomy journal, and looked up again. Then laughter cracked through the air that made her shiver.
“Oh my God, look at her.” Came the unmistakable voice of Tessa. Ally tensed.
Tessa was the queen bee of their high school. All tanned skin, cropped tops, and cruel smiles. Her gang wasn’t far behind, beach bags slung over shoulders, phones out and recording.
Ally tried to ignore them, tilting her telescope higher. She knew she should have picked a more isolated spot.
“What’s that, your virgin detector?” Tessa kicked a little sand at the legs of Ally’s tripod. “Gonna find aliens with that thing, or just more losers like you?”
Ally flinched but didn’t reply. The eclipse was minutes away.
“I said.” Tessa stepped closer, eyes glinting, “What are you even doing out here? This is a beach, nerd. Not a science lab.”
Ally reached for her telescope again, but Tessa grabbed her wrist and yanked her away. The tripod tipped.
“No!” Ally cried, trying to catch it. The telescope hit the sand with a thud. Tessa snorted. “Oops.”
A sudden chill crept over the beach. The moon had almost fully covered the sun. Shadows warped. The air shimmered. Ally looked up, her heart pounding. “You’re ruining it.”
Tessa rolled her eyes and shoved her. “Relax dork, like anyone cares.” The light changed. Dimmed. A dark halo flared around the blackened sun. Ally could feel electricity in the air and watched as Tessa’s hair started to levitate.
Tessa’s smirk faded as her hands, still gripping Ally’s shoulders, started to sink into her like mist meeting water. “What the?”
Ally convulsed. A glow pulsed through her skin, violet and silver. Tessa cried out and tried to pull back, but her arms were stuck. Her face twisted in horror as she was pulled into Ally’s chest with one long slurping sound.
Ally collapsed onto her beach towel. For a moment, the beach was silent. Tessa’s friends, like everyone else on the beach, were transfixed by the eclipse to notice the weird science it was creating with Ally and Tessa.
Ally’s oversized hoody shrank and morphed into what could generously be called a bikini top, her old worn jeans turning into a matching bottom. Her skin started to glow with a golden tan.
Her body changed next, becoming curved, sculpted, with legs long and lean, breasts fuller, and a tighter waist. Her lips tingled as they plumped up, becoming instantly kissable.
She felt the heat of her new body. The strength. The power. And something else. Memories.
Not just Tessa’s. Not just Ally’s. Hers. A lifetime of being both. The hours spent stargazing and dreaming of more, followed by the day she decided to stop hiding and instead to start taking. She remembered being mocked… and then making them afraid to try. She remembered being invisible and then impossible to ignore.
These weren’t the memories of Ally or Tessa, but of someone new. The name came out of the ether and became as natural to as breathing. She was Alyssa. She had always been Alyssa. The bitch, the babe, the queen bee. Every dork’s nightmare and every guy’s wet dream.
She looked at her French manicure and rolled her hands over her body, feeling it as though she always had it. She was going to enjoy being the alpha from now on.
One of the girls turned around to see where Tessa had disappeared to but finding only a new beauty in her place. However after a moment the name Tessa seemed foreign to her, like it was someone she knew in a past life. “Alyssa? You okay?”
Alyssa tilted her head, letting the sun’s returning light gleam off her perfect physique. “Never better babes.”
They other girls looked at her for a long moment, as the new reality settled in their minds. Then they smiled and gravitated towards their leader, gaming over her.
“Oh my God, Alyssa, you have to tell me where you bought your bikini.” One said.
“Totes, you look banging babe.” Another added.
“Wait till the guys see you.” The last sycophant said but Alyssa ate it all up.
Alyssa smirked. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting.”
She walked away, hips swaying, the queen of a world rewritten by the eclipse, leaving behind the broken telescope, now half buried in the sand. A relic from another life, a life she was about to totally eclipse.
This is a sequel to my previous story 'A Helping Hand'. I hadn't planned on making a sequel but it seemed to be a hit and there were a lot of votes for who the biggest bitch was so it made sense that the winner would get a story of their own. Enjoy!
It had only been a week since Chad had accidentally turned into Chantelle, a bitchy gorgeous brat, but it had been enough time for her to cement her place as the Queen bee. She had beauty and ambition and was intent on getting what she wanted.
It had helped that the former most popular girl of school, his ex-girlfriend Millie was now a shell of herself. It was bad enough that her beauty had made Chad into Chantelle, but the cherry on top was that she couldn't help but be infatuated with what a bitch Chantelle was thanks to the main person responsible for this whole mess, Maddy.
Maddy had only wanted to become Chad's perfect woman, his equal but instead the magic spell she had gotten had backfired and made Chad into his own perfect woman. Chantelle was a force to be reckoned with.
Every hallway she strutted down felt like a runway, her high heels clicking with an authority that echoed through the school. Her new body, a perfect blend of seductive curves and striking features, drew every eye and silenced every whisper. Chad had used his strength as his weapon but Chantelle used her beauty to get what she wanted.
Millie and Maddy were now Chantelle's loyal simps, dedicated to doing anything she asked. However most of that involved debasing themselves in public for Chantelle's enjoyment. Millie's old friends had at first watched in horror as their former cheerleading head embarrassed herself day after day but they were soon corrupted to Chantelle's side and took pleasure in watching Millie play the fool.
"We can't keep going on like this." Maddy said one day to Millie while Chantelle was off fucking one of the football players.
"Keep it down, you don't want her to hear do you?" Millie replied with a whisper.
"That's the god damn problem! I do want her to hear. I want her to punish me. I want her to call me names and pull my hair! I'm so infatuated with her and I can't help it." Maddy said frustrated.
"I know. Trust me." Millie said, having the same desires. Suddenly the door burst open and Chantelle strutted in. Her hair slightly askew because of the sex she was coming from but still looking like a million dollars.
"Millie, lick the cum out of my pussy at once! I have a hot date tonight with Derek and I want my clit to sparkle." Chantelle commanded and Millie dutifully crawled over to her mistress' open legs and began to lick as Maddy watched on jealously.
"Well don't just stand there loser, come her and rub my tits." Chantelle growled at Maddy who quickly leapt to her feet. Chantelle was in ecstasy.
However, as the weeks passed, the thrill of her absolute power began to wane. The excitement of watching Millie and Maddy do anything she commanded was no longer enough. She had practically fucked every guy in school now and had every other girl in the palm of her hand. Chantelle craved a new challenge, something to stir her jaded heart.
That's when she made Maddy tell her about magic. Maddy after all had bought the spell that had made Chantelle in the first place, surely there could be some magic out there that could fulfil her new needs. Chantelle herself wouldn't bother herself with delving into the dark arts, no that's what a lacky was for.
"I found something. This spell… it's supposed to create a worthy adversary for you." Maddy said coming back days later, with a magic book in hand.
Chantelle raised an eyebrow at Maddy. While this wasn't what she had in mind, a wicked idea began to sprout. Snatching the book from Maddy's hands, she flipped through the pages, making note of certain spells.
"This will do perfectly. Millie! Come here at once!" Chantelle yelled. Millie ran in quickly from another room and stood next to Maddy obediently.
"Girls I have a gift for you two. With this spellbook I will create a link from you to your bitchy selves in another reality. Realities where each of you is the apex predator. It's hard to believe I know, but I am going to siphon their power directly to you, creating formidable adversaries for me at last." Chantelle smirked as the two girls looked at each with a mixture of hope and worry.
Chantelle's fingers traced the ancient symbols on the page as she began chanting the incantation. The room filled with a strange, pulsating energy, and the air crackled with a dark magical force.
A vortex of light and shadow enveloped Maddy and Millie, lifting them off their feet. They felt a surge of power flow through them, a raw, unfiltered strength that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Their eyes glowed with a new intensity, their bodies vibrating with the energy of their alternate selves.
Memories of their alternate selves flooded their minds. They were ruthless and cruel, beautiful and sexy. They were matched by no other, just the way they liked it.
Chantelle watched with satisfaction as the spell took hold, her lips curling into a triumphant smile as the bodies of the two girls began to change. Their breasts heaved out, their lips plumped up. Even though they were floating in the air, their posture took on an undeniable bitchy stance.
As the changes slowed, they lowered back to the ground. They radiated confidence and power, their former meekness replaced by an air of dominance. They were now Madison and Amelia.
"Welcome girls, together we are going to have a lot of fun." Chantelle purred. Madison and Amelia however looked at Chantelle with disdain.
"We don't have to do shit for you anymore bitch. In fact Amelia, how about we teach this slut a few lessons." Madison said with a grin towards her new bitchy bestie.
"Couldn't agree more babe." Amelia replied, stepping forward with an intimidating presence.
Chantelle smirked, unphased by their rebellion. "I expected as much." She said, opening the spellbook once more. Quickly flipping to the earmarked page, she began chanting a new spell, her voice steady and commanding. The air grew heavy with magic, and a strange force began to pull at Madison and Amelia.
"What the hell is this?" Madison exclaimed, struggling against the invisible pull.
"Chantelle what are you doing?!" Amelia cried out, trying to resist the force dragging her towards Chantelle.
Chantelle cackled evilly, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Did you really think I wanted two bitches to challenge me? No, I just wanted two evil bitches to add to my power." She taunted as Madison and Amelia were pulled closer, despite their desperate struggles. The moment they made contact, their bodies were absorbed into Chantelle's with a slurping sound.
Chantelle groaned out in pleasure as she felt herself changing, becoming even more beautiful, strong, and powerful. Her already impressive tits grew into two enormous breasts that were barely being held in my her clothes.
He facial features took on sharper more defined lines, accenting not only her beauty but her intensity. She knew in an instant that she would strike fear into all that looked upon her. Her skin glowed with an ethereal radiance as she felt the combined power of her adversaries enhancing her own abilities.
Chantelle stood tall, her transformation complete. She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers and feeling the immense power coursing through her veins. She was now an unstoppable force, a true goddess among mortals. With a wicked smile, she whispered to herself. "Let the real fun begin."
Amy’s boss Mia was as cruel as she was beautiful & made Amy nervous whenever she was around. Despite this somehow Amy found the courage to interview as her replacement. For some reason Mia was leaving the company & hiring her own successor. Needless to say the interview went awful.
Adding insult to injury, Amy had to ride the elevator with Mia directly after the interview and Mia didn’t hold back on her comments.
“You see Amy you lack what I need in a successor, you don’t have the killer attitude needed to succeed. On top of that you have a terrible dress sense and are a 5 at best. Yes I could ‘improve’ you but why put lipstick on a pig when I could pick someone who needs little work at all.” Mia said with a sharpness to every word that plunged Amy into a deeper depression than she already was.
“That’s why I’m giving the job to Kali, she’s so perfect for the role I didn’t even interview her. Im going to meet her right now and by tomorrow she’ll be your new boss, although I’m sure she’ll remind you of me.” Mia continued with a knowingly smile.
Amy knew Kali and was dreading her promotion. She was no where near as bad as Mia but she was certainly only a few steps away. Knowing she would be taking over made Amy want to call in sick for the rest of the year.
However just as they were nearing their floor the elevator suddenly shunted to a halt, stopping dead. Amy just stood there, knowing she couldn’t do anything while Mia rolled her eyes.
“I’ll have the maintenance team hung for this.” Mia snarled as she took out her phone and contacted the elevator technician.
“2 hours? No this is unacceptable! I need to get to my meeting! I’ve already waited too long!” Mia screamed down the phone.
Amy had never seen Mia so agitated, she figured Mia had some sort of fear of tight spaces. Amy let herself have a brief smile knowing that Mia was human like the rest of them.
However as an hour passed without much progress, Amy started to get worried about Mia. She was sweating and pacing like crazy and even seemed to be twitching now and again.
“M-Mia it’s alright, we’ll be out of here soon. Just breathe.” Amy said calmly to her boss.
“Oh shut up you twit, this is beyond your understanding, this body is expiring and I need a new one!” Mia snapped back. She looked at her watch and fear etched her face.
“Oh fucking screw it, you’ll do.” Mia said and surely lunged at Amy who was too quick to react. Mia grabbed Amy’s face in her hands and planted her lips on her lowly employee’s.
Amy’s eyes went wide as she felt something slither from Mia’s mouth to her own and down her throat. Mia’s body went limp and collapsed to the ground. As it hit the ground it immediately turned to dust, leaving Amy to wonder what the hell just happened.
“Ugh I can’t believe I had to take your pathetic body.” Said a voice that sounded like it was coming from inside Amy’s head. It was a deep ethereal voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“W-who said that?” Amy nervously asked.
“Not that it matters but I have gone by many names. Abyzou, Hecate, Morrigan, and most recently, as you can see, Mia but you can call me Lilith, all others will call us Aimee, once I improve you of course.” The voice said with a cackle.
Before Amy could ask a follow up question, she doubled over in pain. Putting her hands on the glass mirrors of the elevator to steady herself, she watched as her nails grew long and sharp, like wicked talons.
Radiating down from there her pale skin turned sun kissed, as if she never spent a day in the office. The tan ran up her arms, making them tingle in pleasure in the process. Her body began to change as the tan ran down her figure. Every inch that it touched she felt a warm sensation that came also with a tightening of skin or modification of fat. Her boobs for instance once a meagre B cup ballooned out into an impressive pair of double d’s.
“Mmmm yesss this never gets old. This feels so fucking good doesn’t it Amy?” Lilith purred in Amy’s head. Amy wanted to plead with her to stop whatever magic she was doing but to her shame she found her pussy getting increasingly wet. It helped that it too changed, becoming tighter and more sensitive.
Staring at her shifting face, she watched as her lips grew into a bitchy pout, her hair became incredibly sleek and straight, and smoky makeup appeared on her eyes. It was now a face that commanded authority, a stern but sexy facade that would have others eating out of the palm of her hand either out of fear or of lust.
“I was going to take Kali’s body but now I’m glad I took yours. It’s been decades since I transformed Mia from the worthless house wife she was into a bitchy and powerful CEO, I forgot how much pleasure it gives me to turn a goodie goodie nobody into a wicked whore. Kali was too like me already but now I can’t wait to make that split bow down and lick our pussy.” Lilith said but this time the voice was starting to change. It was starting to sound eerily like Amy’s.
Amy for her part was feeling increasingly calm about the apparent devouring of her soul and merge with Lilith. As the seconds ticked by her mind was filled with wicked memories of Lilith through the centuries. She had been a witch, a queen, a faux goddess, a homewrecker, a trophy wife, a queenpin, and everything in between. The one constant was she was always in charge. For Amy, as someone who always took a backseat the idea of being on top scratched an itch she never knew she had.
“Oh god! Yessss! Kali will be our little simping slut! Change us more! Make us a hawt fucking bitch! Merge us into one!” Amy moaned loudly as she felt her new bigger tits with her perfectly manicured hands as the magic worked its way to her ass flairing it out. Her stomach crunched as it became slimmer and body toned all over to give her a delightfully flexible and athletic body.
Finally her demure gray work clothes became darker, tighter, and more revealing as they clung to her new body. Her pants hugged her legs as they became intimating leather and 6 inch heels sprang out of her flats lifting her to new heights. As the changes reached their apex, her eyes rolled back into her head as the two minds merged into one new evil persona.
“Mmmm much better. It was about time there was for a change in management.” Amy smirked to herself. As if on cue the elevator shunted to life again and finished its descent to the bottom. Amy picked up Mia’s left over purse and phone beside the pile of dust and took out lipstick from the bag.
Amy just finished applying a shade when the door dinger open and two sweaty maintenance workers stood there. Amy enjoyed their lingering looks at her ass as she capped the lipstick and put it back into her bag. She brushed past their stunned looks.
“Sorry miss but where is the CEO? She called us in a panic.” One blurted out. Stopping in her tracks Amy turned her head back to them.
“That’s me. I’m Aimee, the CEO of this company and if you so if you don’t want to lose your job I suggest you clean up that pile of first that’s in there immediately.” Aimee snarled back at them. The two men quickly jumped to attention.
Aimee however had already forgotten about them, she had her sights on a gorgeous woman sitting in the lobby looking anxiously around. Approaching Kali with all the menace of a predatory lioness, Aimee snuck up on her new lowly employee.
“Kali, what time do you call this?” Aimee said angrily. Kali looked up at was stunned to see who the voice belonged to.
“Amy? You look… wow. I’m waiting for Mia, she wanted to discuss something with me.” Kali said somewhat flabbergasted.
“Mia is no longer your concern. She has put me in charge and my first order of business is to hire you as my assistant. Follow me.” Aimee said strutting off back to the elevator where the men were finishing up. Aimee stood at the elevator door and beckoned Kali in.
“I- I don’t understand, I thought I was getting a promotion or something.” Kali said but Aimee just stared at her without saying a word. Kali felt the new bitch’s eyes burrow deep into her soul and she felt compelled to get into the elevator.
Aimee pressed the button for the executive suite and the doors shut sealing them in. Only once they were alone did Aimee finally speak again.
“This is a promotion, you get to taste the pussy of a goddess from now on. You’re going to be the executive simp. So kneel down like a good little slut.” Aimee said as she towered over Kali.
It had been a few month since Morgan’s evil step mom Cassandra had been in car accident that had taken her life but she was still reluctant to even touch the repaired car let alone take it for a drive.
She wasn’t worried about its stability, in fact the insurance company made sure it was even better than new. No she just knew how much Cassandra loved the luxury car and how she would berate poor Morgan if she so much as looked at it. Even now in death she feared her step mother’s retaliation.
However every day as she trudged to grab the bus she would think more an more about taking the car. It was almost as if there was an unseen force compelling her to take it. It all became unbearable until one day she had to take it for a test drive.
She slipped into the leather seat smoothly and started the engine. The soft purr of the vehicle made her anxiety fade away and suddenly feel at ease with her choice to take the car. It also helped that when she revved the engine the car vibrated to the point of making her pussy wet. It made her feel weirdly powerful.
Tapping the accelerator some more she moaned as her body tingled all over. This time however she felt her breasts heave outward just ever so slightly. They had definitely grown.
“Rev it some more, you know you want to. Rev it and you can test drive more than my car.” Said the familiar bitchy voice of Cassandra suddenly in her mind. Morgan should of questioned why she heard her deceased step mother in her head or even why her boobs had grown but instead she felt compelled to follow Cassandra’s instructions instead and pushed down on the accelerator.
Her tits began to grow the more she pushed down causing the zip on her sweater to drop lower and lower exposing more and more cleavage. She smirked at her new assets.
“Doesn’t it feel so good to have my slutty big tits? Keep going and I’ll give you more of me to test.” Cassandra said and Morgan complied. Her thoughts were changing from her focus on studies to materialism instead. She stroked the steering wheel lovingly coveting it.
“Yessss mommy make me like you, Give me more of your bitchy power! I want to be just like you!” Morgan moaned now putting her foot flat on the accelerator. The changes increased rapidly with her hair growing long in length and thick in volume. She ran her now manicured nails through her mane and tossed it back into a professional style with ease.
“You’re almost ready to take my place, you know what I want to hear.” Cassandra purred in the ether around Morgan who was close to orgasming harder than she had in all her life.
“Make me you! Make me Cassandra! Make me an evil spoilt bitch!” She yelled out as the wheels of her parked tires spun up clouds of smoke until she released her foot.
Morgan and Cassandra’s mind slammed together and merged into one depraved soul. Morgan’s youth and intelligence joined and unholy union with her step mother’s beauty and evil.
Opening the glovebox the new Cassandra took out her designer pair of sunglasses and put them on.
“Mmmm I’m back an even better than new, just like my beautiful car. Time to go buy a brand new wardrobe for my young and sexy new body.” She said laughing to herself as she finally took the car out of park and drove away from Morgan’s old life.
Lucy and Laura didn’t know why but they were both drawn to the classic comedy and tragedy masks they found hidden away in the theatre’s costume department but what they did know is that they each wanted the masks for themselves. They each grabbed a mask at the same time finding they were attached.
“Let go I saw them first.” Said Lucy trying to pry the masks from her best friend.
“I grabbed them first so they are mine!” Laura countered as she pulled on her mask.
Each girl pulled and pulled until suddenly the masks split in the middle separating each face. Lucy and Laura each now held a mask in their hands and were stroking them lovingly. Each one called out to their holder urging them to wear them.
Before they could though they were interrupted by the theatre director who came in to check on them. The two women quickly hid their masks and continued to work the rest of the day cleaning. However their minds would often drift to their masks.
Later that night finally alone from other people and each other Lucy and Laura took out their masks. Each mask whispered to their holder the power they could give them, the beauties they could make them.
Even though they were miles apart Lucy and Laura put on their masks at the same time finding that they instantly attached to their faces. They both moaned in pleasure as the masks sunk into their skin and warped their facial features into that of beautiful temptresses.
The magic from the masks flowed out from their face and began effecting their body giving them near identical slim and tanned bodies. Lucy now sporting a sexy yet mischievous smirk felt horny and in need of pleasure. Laura’s face meanwhile was gorgeous yet cold and cruel which perfectly suited her new need for power and domination.
Each woman quickly made a name for themselves in town over the next week. Lucy was sought after by men and women alike each craving a taste of her famous pussy.
Laura used her new found desire for power to take control of the local government and criminal activities. She was known to be a cold hearted as she was beautiful.
But each of them found something lacking, like a part of them was missing. One night they each found themselves drawn back to the old theatre where they first found the masks. There they realized what they were missing.
The two transformed beauties locked lustful eyes upon each other and approached the other one hungrily.
“You look good enough to eat.” Lucy said biting her lip eagerly.
“You better have actions to back up those words you slut.” Laura said grabbing Lucy into a deep kiss.
As the two women began groping at one another they failed to realize that they were sinking into one another, slowly becoming one. The two masks that were now part of them were going to rejoin once again.
Within a minute Lucy and Laura were gone and only one more superior woman stood in their place. The merging had made her hair turn her black and her skin flawless. Her body was sleek perfection with a heavy bust and slim limbs. Even their clothes had fused into a tight black mini dress.
Her face now contained the cold indifference that Laura had briefly held while also having the hint of a superior smirk. The new woman roamed her body with wonder and delight.
“Mmmm this feels good, I feel goooood.” She purred taking in her form in the mirror. Her memeories were now of both Lucy and Laura. Not only that but she also had their corrupted minds too. Lucy’s promiscuity and increased sex drive was now combined with Laura’s power hunger and intellect.
“With our combined strengths nothing can stop us from being the most powerful evil bitch imaginable. No more Lucy, no more Laura, Mistress Lacey is here.” She said cackling to herself.
Even though Mel had been given stick instructions by Mr. Randal to not go into the basement while she was house sitting for him, she had been hearing moans coming from there for the past few nights and felt obliged to check it out.
When she got down there she was shocked to find a practically naked woman writhing on the floor in shackles. Rushing over to her immediately she failed to see the mystical runes engraved on the chains that bound her.
“Are you ok?” She asked the woman who turned slowly with a mischievous smile on her face.
“I am now.” The woman said suddenly grabbing Mel into a deep passionate kiss. Mel fought immediately but the woman was too strong and as the seconds ticked on she found it increasingly pleasurable.
So much so that Mel started pulling the woman into a tighter embrace before realizing too late that she had pulled the woman fully inside her own body.
“Oh no what did I do, what just happened? What’s happening?” She said in worry before she felt her body begin to change and shift. That’s when she heard the voice in her head.
“Mmmm thank you so much for freeing me Mel, we are going to have so much fun together.” The voice purred.
“Who are you, how do you know my name, what are you doing to me?” Mel said as her body reshaped. Her chubby limbs became slim and toned. Her stomach was now flat and strong.
“So inquisitive, I like you. To answer all three, I am Larissa, Goddess of lust, sex and debauchery and you and I are becoming one.” The sultry voice said but this time it came from Mel’s mouth. It sounded foreign yet familiar.
Mel was finding it hard to focus on what was said due to how pleasurable the changes were to her body. Her chest heaved as her tits grew large. Her dark hair became lighter. Memories that weren’t her own flooded her mind.
The memories showed she was a powerful woman worshipped by men and women alike until one man, Mr. Randal tricked her and locked her away. Mel’s previous kind feelings towards him were warping into hate.
“Yesss that worm tricked me. No tricked you! Get out of my body and mind!” Mel screamed as the changes accelerated. Her ass grew firm and round, her face cleared of all blemishes and became perfect.
“You can’t fight it Mel, I can tell deep down you don’t want to either. You love what I’ve turned your body into. Soon we’ll have worshippers and we’ll be loved by all. Don’t you love the sound of that? Here feel how tight our pussy is now and how good it feels.” Larissa purred enticing Mel who couldn’t help but give into the temptation and rub her now smooth pussy and sink her long nailed fingers into it with a gasp.
“Yessss I can be the uber bitch I’ve always wanted to be! It feels so fucking good being this hot and evil! Together we will take over this two bit town and turn them all into devoted worshippers to our beauty. Take my body! Let me devour your mind! We are one!” She moaned giving into the Goddess and climaxing hard causing her eyes to roll back.
With a smirk her eyes returned to normal. There was no longer any conflict in them as she gazed upon her reflection with vain reverence.
“Mmmm it’s good to be free but first we, no I, will have to exact revenge on that snake Mr. Randall. It’s time he recieved a taste of his own medicine.” She smiled to herself leaving the basement for the first time in years.
ONE DAY LATER
Mr. Randall was sitting at the bar of the resort he was vacationing at somewhat worried. Mel hadn’t answered when he called the night before. Of course his mind went immediately to Larissa in the basement but he knew he was simply being paranoid.
“Care to buy a lady a drink handsome?” Said a voice to his right. Turning to look at the source he found his mouth agap at the beauty clad in black latex suddenly next to him.
“Sorry what?” He managed to blurt out.
“Can you buy me a drink? A handsome man like you shouldn’t be sitting all alone.” She said with a lustful smile that nearly made him cum in his pants.
“I, eh, sure please yes that would be nice. Have I met you before?” He asked trying to place why she was suddenly so familiar.
“I don’t think so. Maybe in your dreams.” She said teasingly to him but knowing she would soon haunt his nightmares instead.
“Well what do I call you?” He asked why flagging down the bartender.
“Me? You can call me Marissa.” She said loving seeing the realization cross his face. It was going to be a long night for the two of them.
