#black magic
Tamalanya the Inscrutable
The enchantress Tamalanya the Inscrutable had failed in her first assault on The Dark Mage Dakorian. His wards protecting his stronghold were powerful and he cast spells with dizzying speed. She had been forced to flee and abandon her efforts to rescue Vanora the Valiant. But she had not left empty handed: She had captured the wizard’s familiar! Her cloak smoking with the power of the wizard’s counter attack, she had snatched up the demonic snake where it slithered at his feet and retreated to the dark forest that was her demesne.
It was a strategic retreat. With the Dark Mage’s familiar in her possession, Tamalanya knew she could defeat him. All she had to do was bend the demonic snake to her will and take its name.
She began with a simple binding spell. After a three-day mystical battle, it was hard to summon up the energy for more. But the snake just stared at her dumbly, almost like it was no familiar at all but only a dumb reptile. Tamalanya knew that wasn’t true, though. She could feel the power emanating from it. She just had to make that power hers.
And so she tried more powerful, more potent spells, though she was near exhaustion. Surely the Dark Mage must realize how spent she was, she reasoned, so time was of the essence. She needed to go back on the offensive or she would find herself besieged by the dark mage and his minions within her very forest! But her more powerful binding spells failed as well and she found herself just staring at the snake in frustration and exhaustion.
The snake stared back at her with dead eyes. Neither of them blinked. And slowly it dawned on Tamalanya that she did not need spells or trinkets. Staring into this creature’s eyes was sufficient. She just had to stare and stare. That was the secret to gaining control. Her magic was useless. Her will was useless. All that was needed was to stare.
Not taking her eyes from the demon, she shed her cloak and under-robes, urging the snake by sympathetic magic to shed the skin of its old servitude to Dakorian. One by one, she removed her talismans and fetishes, encouraging the familiar to drop its own defenses.
Staring deep into reptilian eyes, she knew there was but one more needful thing. She whispered her most secret true name to the serpent. And in a hissing voice of power, it said her true name back to her and spoke the words of binding.
And then Tamalanya the Inscrutable lay back on the forest floor, legs spread wide, and welcomed Her Master to her womanhood. Her screams of ecstatic devotion echoed through the forest until at last she knew only darkness.
Tamalanya the Insatiable awoke on the forest floor and arose to her feet. She brushed the detritus of the forest from her naked body. Her Master slithered up her leg, around her waist, between her breasts and then came to rest around her neck.
“Where shall I take you, My Master?” She asked.
“To the keep of the Dark Mage Dakorian,” the demon snake hissed gently in her ear. “I have a gift for him.”
As Tamalanya walked naked out of the forest, she wondered what the gift might be ….
The Biddy Committee
“Martha! Eunice! Please! This is serious!” Abigail chided. “There are people in this very neighborhood practicing the occult!
"Oh goodness! How terrible, Abbie!” Eunice exclaimed, then burst into another round of giggles with Martha.
“You’re both being very childish,” Diane said, scowling. “Abigail is trying to let us know about a real threat to the community! Who knows what these satanists might be doing?”
“They could be sacrificing our pets to the Devil!” Pauline pointed out. “Has anyone seen my pussy recently?”
Martha and Eunice just giggled more at that, which Pauline found very insensitive.
“It’s more serious than your pussy, Pauline,” Abigail insisted. “I believe these young men may be altering the very fabric of reality with demonic power! They could be changing things around us and we wouldn’t even be aware of it!”
“We might even all be naked!” Martha volunteered, making Eunice snicker.
Abigail sighed in frustration.
“Stop being so childish about this, you silly cunts!” she said. “We’re all grown whores here, and you two are acting like teenaged bimbosluts!”
Diane gasped.
“Abigail!” she said. “Such language!”
“What do you mean, Diane?” Abigail said. “I speak frankly like any mature twat who takes herself seriously. If you want to be a silly trollop like these two, that’s your prerogative, I suppose, but I’ve sucked too many dicks in my day to start giggling about Pauline’s precious pussy!
"I love my pussy!” Pauline declared both hands at her crotch. “I love my pussy so much!”
“We all love your pussy, Pauline,” Abigail assured here. “And on a normal day I’m sure we could devote committee time to eating you out, but this group of young men with demonic powers in our neighborhood needs to take precedence over your twat, the bimbos gigglefest and Diane’s prudishness!”
“I’m sorry, Abigail,” Diane said. “I don’t know what got into me. You’d think I was a fucking virgin and not the most popular cum dumpster in town! Do you think this occult group might be using their powers to fuck with our heads?”
“I suppose it’s possible,” Abigail conceded. “Anything is possible where the occult is concerned.”
“Maybe they’ll give us big fake titties!” Eunice suggested.
“Don’t be stupid, Eunice,” Abigail chided. “We already HAVE big fake titties! We’re the Titty Committee, for fuck sake! Having big titties is the whole point of the club!”
“I love my big fake titties!” Pauline declared, grabbing jer big fake titties and squeezing her nipples.“
Eunice and Martha giggled and started knocking their titties together to create a boobular Newton’s Cradle.
"Oh fuck me in the ass with a cucumber! Will you stupid cunts focus!” Abigail demanded. “PLEASE remember why I called you all here! There are young men with demonically big dicks in our neighborhood practicing the occult and we need to figure out how we’re going to get them to fuck us! This is important, damnit!”
At last, they all quieted down, imagining what demonically-enhanced peckers might look like. Martha timidly raised her hand. Abigail sighed.
“Yes, Martha?” she asked.
“We could ask them,” Martha said. “We could ask them to fuck our brains out. We could say please.”
Abigail raised a perfectly-groomed eye brow.
“Fuck that!” Diane said. “We’re the Titty Committee! We don’t need to ask! We should march right over and demand they plow us in every hole!”
“Diane is right,” she said. “I mean, look at us! We’re hot as fuck! We don’t need to beg. Let’s just get dressed and go get us some cock! Even with occult powers, they can’t resist jugs like these! Meeting adjourned!”
End
Reversing the Spell
“OK, I put on the magic bunny suit. Is there anything else I have to do to break the spell?”
Oh yes, Shanae! Gullibility spells are very difficult to break. They require all sorts of strange rituals. We might be at this all weekend.
“Damn! I don’t know what I was thinking. Why was I messing with such a stupid spell in the first place?”
I can’t be certain. You were like this when I found you. But I would guess that you were preparing it for one of your enemies and it went off prematurely. It would be a rather devastating weapon. Imagine what might have happened if someone else had found you like this? They might have really taken advantage of you!
“I know! It’s scary to even think about it! I really am lucky to have such a good friend that I trust here with me, Darwin! I just wish I could remember you! Or me! Or any of our friends. Or our enemies for that matter! Do you have any idea who I may have been targeting?”
Well, there’s all sorts of possibilities with such a powerful witch like yourself. I’m just a humble magic shop owner, so I don’t keep abreast of all the conflicts in the community as much as I probably should. I’m no hero.
“You’re MY hero, Darwin! You totally saved my ass!”
I haven’t saved it yet, Shanae! Don’t thank me until we’ve broken the spell!
“Oh, but I just know you will! I have faith in you, Darwin!”
That’s flattering, Shanae! But it’s also very helpful. If you can just focus all your trust and faith in me, whom you’ve always trusted implicitly anyway, that will weaken the spell’s ability to make you trust everyone!
“OK! I’m going to believe in you harder than I ever believed in anything! So what’s next ?”
Well, Shanae, next I’ll need you to bend over while I inject a magical elixir in that fine ass we’re trying to save. Is that alright with you?
“If you say it needs to be done, then that’s what needs to be done, Darwin!”
Discovering New Interests
Later
- Model: Syren De Mer
Whatever Makes You Happy
- Model: Mellanie Monroe
Change of Heart
- Model: Emma C
Not My Dad
“You’re not my dad!” the young punk exclaimed.
God, could this get more cliche?
“I know I’m not your dad, Clive,” Reggie said. “I’m your STEP-dad. I’m not trying to replace your father. Really, you’re an adult. No reason we can’t just be acquaintances who care for your mother. Hell, you didn’t have to move in here when Angela did. It might be a great time in your life yo think about getting an apartment.”
The punk rolled his eyes.
“You could never replace my Father,” he said. “My Father is Lord Algortharoth, Baron of the Fifth Circle of Garon-Teliceth!”
Okay, less cliche, but decidedly more nutso. How had Angela managed to raise such a weirdo? From what she had told him, she barely knew Clive’s father. The kid was old enough to have outgrown normal fantasies about an absentee father, let alone this D&D shit!
“Well, if your father is a Baron, maybe you should move in with him,” Reggie said.
The young man laughed maniacally.
“I am not yet ready to enter My Father’s House,” he said. “First, I must master the power he has bestowed upon me this day!”
“Well, you clearly need to master something,” Reggie said.
But then Clive rolled his eyes back so only the blood-shot whites showed and he pointed a contorted hand at him and made ugly, gutteral sounds.
The world shimmered like some kind of heat mirage.
“Look, Clive,” Renata said. “I get it. You never expected your mom to end up with a woman. You don’t have to think of me as a step-mom, but you DO need to respect that I’m Angela’s partner now.”
“This is unacceptable!” the wierd young man said. “This is NOT what I wanted!”
Renata rolled her eyes. How had Angela raised such a spoiled brat?
“You can’t always get what you want, Clive,” she said.
“I can!” he insisted. “It’s my birthright!”
Clive rolled his eyes back so only the blood-shot whites showed and he pointed a contorted hand at her and made ugly, gutteral, insistent sounds.
There was a wooshing sound and a distant screeching.
“Look,” Reagan said. “I care for your mother deeply, Clive. Nothing is going to change that. But I have needs…hungers…that Angela can’t always fill.”
“So you cheat on her?” Clive demanded. “You’re not a Step-Mom! You’re a Step-Whore!”
He sounded angry, but Reagan couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were devouring her. And the way he had called her a whore wasn’t so much derogatory as hopeful.
“This could work out well for you, Clive,” Reagan said, stepping towards him. “I don’t have to be just A Step-Whore. I can be YOUR Step-Whore! I can be very, very good to you, Clive. And Angela doesn’t have to know about any of it! So everyone will be happy!”
“I dunno…” he ssid to her tits and she knew she had him.
“Let me see if I can help you understand what I’m offering,” Reagan said, sinking to her knees in front of him and undoing his pants. “You might enjoy having a Step-Whore!”
His engorged cock confirmed she was right about that. And Reagan started vigorously blowing him, on fire with lust. Angela was a hot piece of ass and Reagan cared about her, but there was something about a young man with a hard dick that Reagan just couldn’t resist. As Clive called her a whore and a slut and a bitch, she couldn’t deny it was true. But Angela didn’t need to know that. She was sure she could buy off Clive’s silence. As he pumped his hot sperm down her throat, she knew she had him just where she wanted him!
*So, Clive,“ she said, smirking with self-satisfaction. "Do we have a deal? I’m your sweet new Step-Mom when Angela is around and your Nympho Step-Whore when she’s not?”
“I… don’t think so…” he said, then smirked.
Reagan was shocked. How could he possibly resist her?
Clive rolled his eyes back so only the blood-shot whites showed and he pointed a contorted hand at her and made ugly, gutteral sounds.
The world dropped like an elevator who’s cable had snapped.
ReeRee giggled. Her step-brother was staring at her boobs again. She knew it was naughty, but ever since Mama Angela brought her home after she aged out of the orphanage, she couldn’t resist playing for Clive’s attention and wearing scandalously skimpy outfits.
“When will Mama Angela be home, Brother?” ReeRee asked.
“Not for a couple hours at least,” he said, licking his lips.
ReeRee giggled and moved her shoulders back and forth so her boobies swayed and jostled.
“Then can we go play in her big bed?” she asked.
“I don’t know, ReeRee,” he said. “You’re my Step-Sister.”
ReeRee pouted.
“I’m not your Step-Sister!” she said. “I’m your Step-Bimbo! Surely you can fuck your Step-Bimbo!”
Clive pulled on his chin, looking her up and down as if considering if he wanted to change anything about her.
“Yeah, this works,” he said.
ReeRee squealed and scampered off to her step-mother’s bedroom, her step-brother close behind, grabbing at her ass. She loved her new family!
Negotiating the Rent
Ashton’s weird roommate had ALMOST started to be cool. He had bought Ashton a six pack. Fancy German shit with a much higher alcohol content than what Ashton usually drank. It was awesome!
But then Louis started going on about being from a long line of wizards again. God, what a dork! There wasn’t enough beer in the world to get Ashton to buy that bullshit.
Ashton told Louis as much as he stumbled to his bedroom, leaning heavily on his roommate’s arm. Enunciation wasn’t something Ashton was really capable of at that point, but he was pretty sure Louis got the point.
“What could I do to prove it to you?” Louis asked as he allowed Ashton to slump into bed.
“I yano, duhges!” Ashton said. “Do samashic er sumfin!”
“Magic isn’t a trick, Ashton,” Louis said. “And it always comes with a cost. I could pull a rabbit out of a hat, but the cost would have to be paid. Would you be willing to pay it?”
“Ohkaysure,” Ashton agreed as he passed out. How much could it cost?
***
“Good morning, Ashley!” Louis said.
Ashley popped up, her boobs jiggling, blinking confusing dreams from her eyes.
Wait. She had boobs? Her name was Ashley?
“What happened?” She asked her roommate.
“Magic!” Louis told her.
Ashley giggled.
“There’s no such thing!” She denied.
“Of course there is, Sweet Ashley” he insisted. “Anything is possible for a price! You just need to know how to bargain! Once I got your agreement to pay, I was able to find a demon willing to take your intellect which it could then offer to a struggling law student. I sold your self-respect to another demon and your self-restaint to yet another and do on. Before long, I had enough magical credit to pull a bunny girl out of a hat, just like I said I would.”
Ashley giggled.
“I didn’t understand that at all!” She admitted proudly.
“Of course you didn’t, Ashley!” Louis said. “You’re a bimbo bunny girl!”
“I’m a bimbo bunny girl!” She agreed. “Fuck me like a bunny!”
“Oh, I will, Ashley!” He agreed. “For a price.”
“OK!” Ashley agreed as she liberated her new titties.
After all, how much could it cost?
(Model Ashley Sage Ellison)
Comparative Religion
by The Sympathetic Devil
My wife’s sisters had become Jehovah’s Witnesses a few months back and they we’re constantly pestering her to have them over to try to convert us. We are quite satisfied with our own religion, but after some preparation I told Hillary to go ahead and invite her sisters for dinner.
Gina and Irene sniffed disapprovingly at the black candles that adorned the dinner table. They had a rather distinctive odor, what with Hillary having spent most of the day before masturbating with them and praying our demonic Lord Hautzinamuff to guide us in our endeavor. Plus the flickering light they give off tends cast shadows that some might say resemble imps masturbating, though not when looked at directly.
I made a show of awkwardly asking if they would mind if we opened a bottle of wine. They assured me that Jehovah’s Witnesses could drink wine in moderation. I knew that and I had no intention of getting drunk. I just wanted to distract them from the effects of the salad dressing. I had made my own special contribution to it, and it had been marinating with the stone effigy of Our Demonic Lord’s Glory all night long.
As their cheeks began to glow with that unique fervor of those being caressed by Lord Hautzinamuff’s fingers in their most secret places, I turned the conversation towards current events. Gay marriage had recently been legalized in our state, and of course Hillary’s sisters didn’t approve.
“That maybe true of male homosexuality,” I conceded when Gina indignantly proclaimed same-sex relationships went against God’s law. “But the Bible doesn’t say anything about lesbians.”
“Well, not directly…” Gina reluctantly admitted as the Demon Lord bombarded her with images and curiosities she might never have indulged in without help. “But it still… It’s still not…”
“And in some circumstances, the Bible actually encourages it,” I said.
Gina blushed furiously at that and was struck dumb.
Irene, however, stammered: “No it doesn’t! What circumstances?”
Was there just a tiny bit of hope in the question?
“Family obligations, mostly,” I said. “Take the book of Ruth. When Ruth’s husband died, and her mother-in-law was left unsupported, the two of them got together and comforted each other. In the biblical sense. And Ruth and Naomi continued like that until Ruth met Boaz. Naomi helped set them up, if you remember. She got Ruth’s juices flowing until they could find a man that could get her pregnant, and the Naomi pimped her out. So the Bible recognizes utility of lesbian relationships, as long as reproduction continues to happen. It doesn’t go into detail about what happened to Naomi after Ruth and Boaz hooked up, but I think it’s safe to assume that Ruth didn’t kick her out. She probably shared her husband’s bed with her lesbian lover.”
“The Bible doesn’t say that!” Irene exclaimed as Gina, still dumbstruck, struggled to pull her Bible out of her purse.
“Well, you have to read between the lines,” I admitted. “But Jehovah clearly has a pattern of setting up lesbian ladies with one man for the sake of reproduction. Particularly when there’s some sort of familial relationship. Just look at Leah and Rachel.”
“Leah and Rachel?” Irene asked.
“Oh yes! The two sisters were engaged in lesbian relationships before Jehovah stepped in. They had submissive lovers, Bilhah and Zilpah, which the Bible called handmaidens on account of their talents in fisting. Jehovah gave all four of them to Jacob so he could knock them up, but of course he could only pound one at a time so the other three would munch on each other while they waited their turn to ride Jacob’s meat pole.”
“Is that…is that really in the bible?” Irene asked, her jaw slack, her eyes wide, her nipples making their presence known through bra and modest dress.
Gina just whimpered. Her left hand had found her crotch. Hillary happily refilled her sisters’ glasses, no doubt remembering the first time I unleashed Lord Hautzinamuff’s power on her with fondness.
“Of course!” I said. "It’s all there, just a little after the story of Lot’s daughters. You know that one, right?“
"They got their father…got their father drunk…” Irene stammered, her own hand migrating crotchward.
“And then….And then…” Gina said, shuddering in pre-orgasmic flustration.
“They totally fucked him!” Hillary exclaimed, setting down the wine bottle and reaching down to grope Gina’s tits from behind.
Gina moaned and gave into the tidal wave of pleasure that Lord Hautzinamuff bestows.
“But… But it’s incest!” Irene objected, staring at Hillary’s hands on Gina’s boobs with a mixture of horror and envy. "It’s sinful!“
“But it was all Jehovah’s idea!” I insisted. "Jehovah eliminated the girls’ mother so that they would be free to have drunken sex with their father. They were already having drunken sex with each other and whomever their dad decided to pimp them out to before they left Sodom, but Jehovah decided to kick it up a notch. Really, Jehovah is a big fan of incest. It’s right there in your bible.“
"No..no it’s not…” Irene said, shaking her head in uncertain denial.
“Here, let me show you!” I said, grabbing up Gina’s discarded bible and looking up the 8th chapter of The Song of Solomon as Hillary helped liberate Gina from her dress. I handed the bible to Irene and said “Read it Irene. Read it out loud for everyone. Bear witness!”
Irene’s eyes were saucers, but she took the book and read:
1 “If only you were like my brother, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! Then if I found you outside, I would kiss you, And no one would despise me.
2 I would lead you;I would bring you into the house of my mother, She who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, The fresh juice of pomegranates.
3 His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand would embrace me.
As she read, I positioned myself behind her, stroked her head with my left hand and grabbed one of her tiny tits with my right.
“Oh Lordy lordy lordy!” Irene exclaimed, and ground her fist into her crotch.
“Read verses 8 and 9 for us, Gina,” I said, sliding the book over the naked eldest sister and proceeding to strip the youngest.
Gina read in a giggly, post orgasmic daze:
“ 8 “We have a little sister, And she has no breasts. What will we do for our sister On the day when she is spoken for?”
9 “If she is a wall, We will build upon her a battlement of silver, But if she is a door, We will board her up with a cedar plank.”
Gina and Hillary giggled and pointed at Irene.
"We may have to spank you with a plank, little sis!” Hillary said.
“I…I have breasts!” Irene objected.
“But they’re so tiny, Irene,” I pointed out, grabbing hold of her nipples and making her mew. “Jehovah was very stingy with you in the tittie department. He was stingy with Hillary too. Haven’t you noticed how much bigger she’s gotten lately? Those are the blessings of Lord Hautzinamuff!”
My wife grabbed up her sister’s bible and read verse 10:
“10 “I am a wall, And my breasts are like towers. So in his eyes I have become As one who finds peace.
Irene stared enviously at Hillary’s tits.
"Lord Hautzinamuff?” she asked with trembling lips.
“Lord Hautzinamuff!” I confirmed, pouring a dollop of the salad dressing into my palm and rubbing it into Irene’s chest, anointing her. "He who is Always Turgid. The Fucker of Souls, The Devourer of Chastity, The Lord of Lust! We anoint these sluts for Thee, Our Demonic Lord, and ask that You enter into them, that they might be fucked; Fucked in body; Fucked in mind; Fucked in soul!“
"Oh fuck yes!” Gina exclaimed as Hillary anointed her tits as vigorously as I was anointing Irene’s.
Irene stared in bewilderment at her sisters.
“Boobies…” She managed to say.
“Grant our little sister’s prayer, Lord Hautzinamuff!” I exclaimed. "Give to her the titties so long denied her!“
"Prayer?” Irene asked.
“Pray, Irene!” I urged. "Pray for titties. Lord Hautzinamuff will give you the titties you lust for!“
"I…I…I want titties!” She exclaimed. "I lust for titties! Give me titties!“
And as she cried out, I felt her tiny tits throb and swell beneath my palms and Irene began to come and scream out a flood of half-coherent vulgarity and blasphemies that told me the Daemon was deep inside of her,
Gina was swearing up a storm as well and Hillary had made her under the table to give her a thorough tongue-lashing. I let go of Irene’s tits but her own hands were quick to replace mine, delighting in her new found wealth of titflesh. I grabbed hold of my wife’s hand and directed it to her younger sister’s honeypot. She kept both sisters entertained while I cleared the table. The salad and wine had gone over so well, it only made sense to skip the main course and go straight for dessert.
I brought out our two best idols; one was Our Lord carved from obsidian, the other of rich mahogany. Both were lovingly polished smooth, especially the huge and rampant cock that is His Glory.
I placed the idol of wood before Gina and the idol of stone before Irene. They stared in wide-eyed wonder at His Glory as Hillary drove them towards another orgasm.
"Bow down before him, my slutty sisters!” I commanded. "Take His Infernal Glory inside of you and be filled!“
Their might have been the slightest hesitation, but with the flickering candlelight and the flicking of Hillary’s fingers was too much for the horny, befuddled sluts to resist. They bowed and blew.
My wife rose up and stripped off her own clothing. She giggled in her naked splendor and kissed me, delighted that we had brought her sisters into the fold. Then she stripped me down, giving my cock a quick tongue bath once she had me naked.
"I think this needs to go in there,” Hillary said, hefting my spit-soaked cock and indicating Gina’s round ass that had been revealed when she tipped over her chair in her enthusiasm to fellate His Glory.
“But if the older slut takes the only cock, where in shall the younger be fucked?” I asked.
“Lord Hautzinamuff will provide!” She answered, retrieving her long black strap-on adorned with His Demonic Sigil. If it any wonder why I adore her?
And so together we mounted her sisters as they worshiped Our Lord with separate and delirious devotion.
By morning, Gina and Irene belonged to Lord Hautzinamuff, body and soul. But generous is Our Lord and so I knew he would gladly share His playthings. I went to the head and had a quick shower. I’d been up all night but it certainly wasn’t the first time. His Power sustains me. I made a pitcher of mimosas and took it with four glasses to the bed.
The three sisters were lazily finger each other and giggling with the eternal lust that is our Lord’s greatest blessing. It was a remarkable site. They all smiled hungrily at me.
“Welcome back, stud!” My wife said from between her sisters. By his infernal grace I had managed to satisfy all three that night several times. Hillary’s only fear had been that my attentions would be diluted. I had put those to rest. She was happy as a whore on holiday.
All three smiled hungrily at my cock dangling in plain view from my open bathrobe. I distributed the drinks and proposed a toast.
“To family!” I said.
“To family!” They said in unison, giggled, and we drank.
I sighed once I had finished my beverage and stretched.
“Well, Irene, Gina,” I said. “You’ve tried our religion. I guess it’s only fair that we try yours now.”
The three naked sisters looked at me nonplussed.
"Fuck that!“ Irene said at last.
"No, fuck me!” Gina said, and giggled.
“Oh yes! And fuck me too! Irene demanded.
"Fuck us all, baby!” Instructed my wife. “Fuck us all in the Lord Hautzinamuff’s Name!"
How could I possibly refuse?
“I’m not your maid!” Connie had yelled out.
It had been a week ago but she could still remember doing it. It was the only memory from before that was still clear. Why did she say it? Stupid Connie! Stupid, stupid Connie! Of course she was his maid. Just because she was his mother didn’t mean she couldn’t be his maid. The first was just a biological relationship. The second was her position. She could be both. She could certainly be both.
That had been the first time he looked at her with those eyes. Just after she yelled at him for the last time. Maybe that was why it was her only clear memory. Everything else was vague. Had she known her son was studying black magic? She wasn’t sure. If she had been, she didn’t think she had been taking it seriously. Not until he stared at those her with those eyes.
Ever since that, Connie had not questioned the fact that she was her son’s maid. She went back-and-forth on whether or not she liked having that position, but she certainly couldn’t deny that it was her position. She had known as soon as she was able to blink once more and had begun tidying up the house immediately, stopping only when her son had caught her attention again with those eyes and told her that she really should be doing it wearing only her apron. She had blushed furiously as she changed in front of him, but she couldn’t deny that it was what she had to do.
The very next day he had gone into work with her. She watched him turn those eyes onto her manager and then onto the owner of the company. Connie wouldn’t be coming into the office anymore but she would still draw her salary. She even got a raise. So did her son. Roxanne the receptionist sucked him off right there in front of Connie and the owner of the company. Connie couldn’t believe that Roxanne was so much of a slut as to do that. Connie couldn’t believe that she herself was so much of a pervert that she enjoyed watching it. Had he used his eyes on her for that? She wasn’t sure…
But she was very sure that she was the maid now. They had stopped at a lingerie shop after checking in with her former boss and her new boss had bought her lots and lots of uniforms. Her closet was filled with nothing but slutty maid outfits now. It was a good thing, since Connie ended up having to change several times a day. The house really did need a maid, what with her son bringing in woman after slutty woman, partying into the wee hours and making their house a 24-7 orgy. There was almost always something for Connie to clean up and it often led to Connie needing a fresh uniform. Had the women in her son’s life always been such whores? Connie really couldn’t remember. Stupid, stupid Connie.
All she knew was that since becoming her son’s maid she was always cleaning up after his whores. Or watching him fuck them so afterwards she could clean up. That was why she watched. So she could be a good maid and clean up promptly. The fact that she enjoyed watching was just…just…convenient? As a mother, she wanted her son to enjoy himself. As a maid, she wanted to be ready to clean up after…after he fucked his whores. Fucked his whores all over the house. In the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in her bed. Everyone in the house fucking and fucking except for Connie. Stupid, stupid Connie.
So it was surely understandable that when her son and three whores fell asleep in Connie’s bed with no sign that she would be called on to clean up any time soon, she had retreated the couch to find some small relief from the constant state of dazed arousal that her life had become that week.
“ Stupid Connie. Stupid, horny Connie.” She whispered as she stroked and remembered all the scenes of depravity that she had cleaned up after that week.
She didn’t know how many times she had come. All she knew was that it hadn’t helped. She needed more. And looking up, there was her son, in naked, demonic glory, his member rampant and raging. Connie gasped. She knew that look on her son’s face. She had seen it so many times that week. Just never directed at her. Always directed at…
“I’m your maid,” she whispered.
“I’m your mother,” she pleaded. “I’m not your whore. I’m not your whore.”
‘Stupid, stupid Connie,’ she thought as she tumbled into the depths of those demonic eyes.
There was no reason she couldn’t be all three. She could certainly be all three
ALL THE PUSSY YOU COULD WANT
By The Sympathetic Devil
Adam just didn’t get it. Edgar wasn’t unattractive. But you would never guess him for a babe magnet. If anything, he had a weird vibe that most women would find vaguely creepy. And yet he seemed to have a different smoking hot babe on his arm every time Adam ran into him. Sometimes two.
Eventually, Adam just broke down and asked him what his secret was. Black Magic, Edgar Chu had replied. Adam had called him an asshole and told him if he didn’t want to tell he could just say so. But Edgar had processed. Black magic. Particularly the power of a lust demon called Hautzinamuff. Adam was extremely skeptical, but the more he thought about it, was there a more logical explanation as to why hot babes would be falling all over the scrawny little Asian guy?
So When Edgar conspiratorially muttered an offer to show him how the lust demon could get him all the pussy he would ever want, Adam couldn’t resist the temptation. What did he have to lose?
He met Edgar at his apartment at midnight. His skepticism quickly faded When the door was opened by an incredibly curvy black woman wearing nothing but two gold chains, one between her two pierced nipples and the other around her hips. She welcomed him in with hungry eyes and Adam discovered she was one of five. The women were diverse in terms of age, ethnicity and states of undress, but they were uniform in their mind-blowing hotness and looks of overwhelming, unholy desire.
In the middle of all that female flesh was Edgar Chu, wearing a bathrobe and drinking a beer. A Vietnamese woman in a minimalist french maid uniform offered Adam a beer with a proffered tray and the night of his life with a lick of her lips. He took the beer and an indulgent gaze at her tits.
“All the pussy you will ever want,” Edgar enticed. “ Still interested?”
“I don’t have to kill a goat or anything, do I?” Adam asked, though looking at the Milfy redhead bend over to pick up a cushion she ad knocked off the couch, he realized there was probably a goat butcher somewhere inside of him he could call on if needed.
“You won’t even have to fuck one,” Edgar assured him, unreassuringly. “Lord Hautzinamuff prefers more pleasant offerings.”
Adam tried to get more details but was distracted when the black woman started rubbing his shoulders and then Edgar was asking about Adam’s ideal woman and he started describing mature blondes with great tits and filthy minds between slugs of beer. It was strong stuff and a brand he had never heard of. The label wasn’t even in English but he definitely liked it. He would have to ask Edgar where he got it, but for now, the image of slutty perfection he was building in his head was consuming his attention.
By the time the beer was gone, the image in his head of a blonde slut with delicious tits seemed more real than any of the actual women in the room. And some how he had gotten drunk. Drunk in one beer. It was crazy. But he couldn’t think about that. He could only think of his vision as one of Edgar’s harem relieved him of his bottle and two others received him of his clothes.
He was standing naked and turgid in another man’s apartment but he didn’t care. Edgar didn’t seem real. None of them did. Only his blonde vision was substantial.
“For her, would you give yourself to Lord Hautzinamuff?” Edgar whispered.
The blonde vision smiled at him in anticipation. How could he deny her?
“Yes! Yes, I give myself to Lord Hautzinamuff for her!” He declared.
The demon’s name squirmed oddly in his mouth as he said it, but the way the blonde vision smiled in approval, he couldn’t help but repeat it.
“ I give myself to Lord Hautzinamuff for her!” He cried.
And then the redhead was kneeling before him with an ornate black-lacquered pot and another of Chu’s women was stroking his cock while a third fondled his balls. He couldn’t imagine a hotter fantasy, but somehow he barely even glanced at the three beauties jerking him off. Not with his blonde vision before him.
“ I give myself to Lord Hautzinamuff for her!” He swore as he came into the pot and the blonde vision quivered in gratitude at his devotion.
“More!” He blonde mouthed silently, and Adam resolved to give her more as practiced feminine hands brought his cock to full attention once again. Once again he made his declaration and his offering as the blonde vision shimmered in perfection before him. But the demon wanted more and the vision wanted more, And Adam would give more! Adam would give anything and everything. Everything belonged to Lord Hautzinamuff for her sake.
A dozen times the women brought him to climax as he screamed out ” I give myself to Lord Hautzinamuff for her!” It was more pain than pleasure by then but SHE wanted more and he had to give it. Someone…Edgar or one of the women…everything but his vision was a hazy blur…poured more beer down his throat to sooth his ravaged voice.
“Will you bleed for Lord Hautzinamuff?”
Adam blinked. The one giving him beer had been Edgar. In his other hand was a long black knife.
“For HER! I give myself to Lord Hautzinamuff for her.” he clarified.
He barely felt it as Edgar Chu sliced an odd pattern into his arm and the blonde vision smiled and nodded her approval, which was enough to make his cock begin to stir again and the ladies kneeling around him squealed at the opportunity to resume milking him as Edgar squeezed his blood into the pot that held his seed. No man could come thirteen times in a row, he thought vaguely. No man could do that. His cock and balls were on fire. There wasn’t anything left. There couldn’t be anything left. But his dream girl beckoned, encouraging…demanding… How could he deny her? He would do what no man could do. He would be what no man could be.
“I give myself to Lord Hautzinamuff for her!” he croaked as the women at his feet tugged and squeezed unseen.
And then he was coming in darkness as all vision, even of HER, faded to black. Had he passed out? He felt like he was floating. But he could still hear. The women were chanting in praise of Lord Hautzinamuff. Was HER voice among them? He couldn’t tell. Where was SHE? He needed her! He needed her so desperately. The pain in his over-taxed junk was gone and he tingled all over. There was a wetness on his skin as someone….Edgar Chu? Yes, Edgar was painting his skin and muttering in some foreign language. Adam wanted to task what he was doing. He wanted to ask what was being shoved up his ass. Most of all, he wanted to ask where SHE had gone. But his jaw was slack. He didn’t even know if he was still standing up or lying down. All he could do was plead silently to the demon Lord Hautzinamuff to give HER to him. That was all that mattered.
He awoke in a cloud of blonde hair. Had it worked? Was she there? Was she real? He brushed the hair from his eyes. It was his hair. Blinking, he looked down to see a perfect pair of tits. With dawning horror, he reached down between his legs, seeking the abused remnants of his cock… He found a pussy instead. His pussy. He wanted to pull back in shock… But it felt so good! So warm and firm and responsive. It tingled with every stroke and sent waves of deliciousness throughout his body,driving his nippled into a tizzy atop his perfect tits and quivering and weeping in appreciation.
“I see you’re getting to know your new best friend,” said a male voice.
Adam squealed and his voice was the pure feminine music that he was certain his blonde vision would have possessed had he been able to hear her. He blinked up at Edgar Chu but would nt, could not take his hand from his pussy. He needed to protect it even more now that Chu was here, he reasoned
“You….you turned me….into a…a chick!” Adam accused, trying to let rage masque arrousal in his hyper-feminized voice. “You never said you were going to turn me into a chick!”
His pussy quivered in a solidarity of indignation.
“I told you I would give you all the pussy you would ever want,” Edgar pointed out. “Don’t you want the pussy I’ve given you?Do you want me to take it back?”
“No!” Adam cried out in horror as his pussy shrank back in terror. He stroked it reassuringly. He would never give it up. He loved it. He loved it more than anything.
“Of course not,” Edgar said, comfortingly. “You’d never give up your pussy, would you Evie! It’s all the pussy you could ever want!”
“I…Adam,” he protested. “My name is Adam.”
“Don’t be silly, Evie,” Edgar chided gently. “Adam had a dick. You.have a pussy. The owner of such a pretty pussy needs a pretty name like Evie.”
Adam balked. He had already lost his cock; if he lost his name, what else might he lose?
His pussy clenched in rebuke. He had given all to Lord Hautzinamuff for her. He had nothing. He was nothing. There was nothing to lose.
“You can’t come until you know your name, Evie,” Edgar pressed. “Don’t deprive your pussy of what it needs. Who are you, Evie?”
“I…I’m Evie ” Evie declared, and then gasped as she had the first real orgasm of her life. There was no pain like before. Only pleasure and joy and fulfillment…and a desire for more.
“Iiiiiiiiii’mmmmm Eeeeeeeviiiiiiiiieeee” she repeated, vigorously frigging herself and coming again with ease.
“And is Evie a guy?” Edgar asked.
Evie giggled at the absurdity of the idea.
“No! Evie is a slut!” She declared and trembled as she came. “I’m Evie the slut! I have a pretty pussy! She’s all the pussy I could ever want!”
She shuddered at the ineffable truth of it.
“And what does your pussy want?” Edgar asked.
Evie was ashamed that she hadn’t considered this immediately, but now that Edgar asked she knew precisely what her pussy, and by extension herself, wanted.
“My pussy wants cock, Edgar!” She declared. “Will you fuck me, Edgar? Will you fuck my pussy? It’s all the pussy I could ever want, but I just can’t get enough dick!”
“Of course I’m going to fuck you, Evie!” Edgar said, slipping off his robe to reveal the most beautiful dick she had ever seen. “Was there ever any doubt?”
And then he was on top of her and pushing into her and her pussy was gushing and gobbling, overjoyed to be filled with such a dick and rewarding Evie with wave after orgasmic wave for finding such a prize.
“I’m such a slut! Such a slut! Praise Hautzinamuff I am such a slut!” she cried as he drove her to another raging orgasm.
Edgar was such an incredible lay! She had never been fucked so good! He was going to make her forget all about Adam.
Adam. Who was Adam? Probably an old boyfriend or something. She fucked so many guys, she couldn’t be expected to remember them all. She couldn’t help it. Her pussy needed what it needed. If a guy couldn’t give her what she needed, Evie was going to for get him.
But Edgar…Edgar with this astonishing cock…him, she was going to remember! By Hautzinamuff she would!
And as she screamed out in orgasm again, under the bed the demon chuckled.
The Wizard’s Staff
“What’s with the hiking stick?” he asked the bearded old man who had wandered into his office.
“It’s a staff,” he explained. “A Wizard’s Staff, if we’re being specific.”
“Oh! We don’t get many wizards around here!” he exclaimed, humoring him since he was clearly a nutter.
“No, I imagine not,” he said. “We don’t come cheep. You must have really pissed someone off.”
He frowned and started to object but the old man pointed his staff at him and swirled the tip. The air seemed to gel and swirl around with it.
“Hey! You can’t do that!” he objected, not knowing what the wizard was doing but pretty sure he wanted him to stop. The air swirled around him. Or was the air standing still while he swirled around the rip of the staff?
“Clearly I can,” the wizard said. “But what should I call you? The client didn’t say. What do you think of Mimi?”
“I’m Mimi!” Mimi said, then giggled.
“Nice to meet you, Mimi,” said the wizard. “Have you ever seen a real Wizard’s Staff?”
Mimi giggled and shook her head no. The wizard pulled out his cock, long, hard and straight.
Mimi giggled. She liked it! He swirled the the tip around. The air seemed to swirl around it. Or was it Mimi’s brain that was swirling around it? Yes, that seemed right.
She knelt before The Wizard’s Staff. Her tongue swirled around the tip. The tip swirled around her tongue. It was magic!
I’m just a mess, seriously shook mess. Yung Mavu, you great bitch, lit me up with that black magic.
