“You...you asked to be a servant?”
“Of course!” Yasmin nodded, her dark long locks stroking Olivia’s lovely face. “What could be better than knowing what you are supposed to do at all times? To have someone else decide that for you, to take away all pesky thoughts of anxiety and indecision?”
“But your will...your choice...”
Olivia’s lips were so very close to Yasmin’s now. It would be so easy to close that distance...so fun...
“Pesky, as I said. Unnecessary. My Master’s will is much more amiable to my mind. He is...” she stroked a lovely hand up the bountiful lands of her body, Olivia watching jealously. “...quite accustomed to being serviced. That way, when he tells me I do well, I know it must have been very well indeed. What possible better compliment could there be than to be praised by one who is constantly surrounded by the darkest, most sinful pleasures that this dimension or any other has to offer? I aim high for service...and the creativity I employ to serve is mine and mine alone. That is my choice. The vehicle of it, however, belongs entirely to him.”
“Are you...are you happy, serving?”
The thought bounced across Olivia’s head like a bowling ball. She had never really considered it before, serving like Yasmin was describing. Her idea of an ideal partner was someone who listened to her, who took in her input and valued her for who she was, not for the station that she filled.
But all of a sudden, the concept of kneeling, of being on her knees, seemed so very utterly hot. Yasmin kissed her neck. Olivia felt herself melting and flying away at the same time. Yasmin grabbed one of Olivia’s hands and slid it down to the lovely curve of her ass cheeks, so sparsely covered by the tiny hot gown the pale beauty wore. Olivia moaned.
“I have never been happier,” Yasmin purred. “I wake up each day with fresh, glorious purpose. I know what every beat of my heart is for.” Yasmin pressed Olivia’s body closer. She could feel each tender beat. “Can you feel it? Can you hear it? ‘Master. Master. Master. Master.’ That is the rhythm of my body.”
Olivia could hardly speak. Yasmin’s tits were so warm, so hot against her body! She felt like she was going to lose her mind forever in the deep, pleasant warmth of her amazing tits.
But then Yasmin pushed her away, smiling gently.
“N-nooo...” Olivia whimpered softly.
“No? You like my breasts? My body? You like the thrill of my Master? You would like a thrill of your own?”
Anything to be back inside of Yasmin’s glowing warm touch. Olivia nodded.
Yasmin held up a hand, drew it down, and then drew it back up again. A long, gorgeous mirror had appeared where her arm had waved. Olivia almost felt surprised...but not really. Yasmin was so lovely, so powerful.
There was nothing Yasmin could not do, nothing Yasmin could not make her believe.
Oh god, why did she find that so fucking hot all of a sudden? That Yasmin could just...make her believe something...oh wow.
“N-no...” she tried to say. “W-wait. Stop...”
Yasmin wrapped her gorgeous body around Olivia’s, both of them facing the mirror. It was easy to see Yasmin’s firm, perfect tits crushed into even more perfect spheres against Olivia’s shoulder. Yasmin licked her neck, the action long and knowing, her tongue reaching up to flick Olivia’s earlobe. The entire time, Yasmin stared into the mirror, looking deep into Olivia’s eyes.
“Isn’t this lovely?” asked Yasmin. “Aren’t you lovely? A lovely little treat, you are. A beautiful girl for a beautiful world.”
“N-noo...so...so fast. It’s...you’re...I’m...stopp, pleeaseee...”
“You don’t want me to stop, silly girl. You want me to keep going until you don’t know what stop means anymore. Isn’t that right?”
Yasmin slid her hand up inside of Olivia’s thighs. Immediately, she found the beautiful young woman’s pussy, already wet. Where were her panties? Didn’t she have some on?
“You did not come here by accident,” Yasmin said. “Neither of you did. You found him on purpose, because you are the one who can seduce him. I know this. I made it happen. And he is the one I need...the one I need for my Master’s ritual to be complete, for my Master to be whole in this world. You will help me, my darling girl,” Yasmin purred, softly pressing against Olivia’s cunt. “You will help me, and you will know how Gerald fucks you. Isn’t that what you want?”
There was a bright blue flash, blinding Olivia for a moment. When her vision returned, she saw herself in the mirror, Yasmin completely gone. Behind her instead now was Gerald. Gerald with a ferocious look on his face, wrapping one hand around her throat. Oh god, that was so good. Being held, being controlled like that. Oh yes please grab her throat like that.
Gerald, driving into her from behind with sensational force. She could feel his cock, almost. She could feel him driving into her. She needed him so bad!
“Cum for him, Olivia,” purred Yasmin. “Cum for your Man. Say his name.”
“Oh Gerald!” she cried. “Gerald! Gerald! I’m yours! I’m yours! Fuck me! My Man! My Man! My Maaaannn!”
Sweet waves of orgasm blistered through her sensational young body. Her toes curled, her body twisted. She felt like she was screaming pure light. It was the most powerful sexual experience of her life.
She turned, and found herself on her bed in the hotel, the sheets twisted and her body covered in sweat. It had been a dream. Another dream. A dream to attack her with. She hadn’t been in Yasmin’s shop at all.
But oh god, she was so fucking aroused! Her pussy felt molten. If just one little finger dropped down there, then maybe she could find out just how aroused she had become...
Oh. Oh fuck. Her knees went weak, her arms lost all ability to move her off the bed, such immense thrills of pleasure cycling through her flesh. It felt like her pussy was the new center of her nervous system, capable of controlling every single movement, it’s only motive to bring itself more pleasure.
She had to resist. It would be so wrong. So very bad to give in. Yasmin would win if she gave in. Her Dark Master would rule the earth and then Olivia would have...Olivia would have Gerald...
No! No...no, she couldn’t finger herself. No...no, she couldn’t. If she did, Yasmin won.
Cum for him, Olivia. Cum for your Man. Say his name.
Ohhh oh god. Oh god how was she not supposed to cum when she needed to sooo bad? Her pussy was roiling with heat. She felt like her entire mind was disappearing, replaced by a singular need to cum and shout her Man’s name.
Shifting in the bed only made the desire worse, heightening every sense and making her desperate to fuck, to be filled, to be her Gerald’s hot young teenage cumslut beauty.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh please...please...”
Cum for him, Olivia. Let him know you are his. Say his name.
Her fingers slid down to her clit at last. Her orgasm arrived almost immediately, and then again, and then again, her body bucking in the now-entirely wettened bed, soaked with her pleasure.
“Gerald, yes! I’m yours! I’m yours! Gerald! Gerald!”
She thought of Gerald the entire time. But she thought of Yasmin, too, cheering her on as she fucked him.
That’s a good hot slut, she could almost hear the pale beauty cooing. You’re fucking your Man just how he deserves.
“Geerrraaaald!”
At that instant, the door to the room opened.
“Olivia? Are you okay? I heard you calling my name...”
She had to take in several deep breaths, her body still pulsing with waves of pleasure. She felt like some of the fog had been removed from her mind, though it was still hard to think.
“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “It was nothing. Just a...a bad dream, that’s all. Please...come to bed soon.”
* * * * *
Gerald was taking a shower. As he soaped his well-muscled body and rinsed his thick hair, he tried not to dwell on the idea that this very well could be his last shower ever.
The demon-hunter was troubled by this town. He had been through quite a lot, but still, he was certain that whatever it was that was here was much more powerful than he had initially thought or that he was prepared to fight.
Just last night, for instance, when he was in his SUV trying to prepare materials for the town exorcism he had planned.
One girl was running from another. The pursuer was tall, blonde, perfectly proportioned, and gorgeous. Her face was gorgeous, like some movie starlet’s. The girl she was chasing was short, busty, and blonde also, though—if Gerald had to be chauvinistic about it—not very attractive. The tall girl cornered the shorter one against the wall and tapped her on the forehead with a long wand.
Right then and there, the shorter girl transformed—her legs growing longer, her hair becoming shinier, her tits becoming large and buoyant. She was, from all appearances, a perfect copy of the girl who had chased her down.
The new copy then slid the original into a loving embrace, kissing and holding, each of them sliding their fingers down to the other’s pussy to adore one another in perfectly matching rhythms. Another woman walked by in the darkened street...and the newly twinned girls rushed after her, wand in hand.
It was, all told, horrific and arousing. Gerald was ashamed of being turned on by it.
That kind of magic was far outside of his bounds. Mostly he dealt with aberrations—haunted houses that needed clearing, poltergeists who needed mollifying. The thought of such an incapably powerful force being so permanent in the town and so widespread was chilling.
Still, though, someone had to stop them, and he was the only person he knew that was willing to do it. Olivia had scared him, last night. When he saw that she had gone back to sleep, he made sure the amulet he gave her was around her neck.
It baffled him that she hadn’t put it on before. Didn’t she realize he cared about her? Hadn’t he said over and over again that dreams were full of dangers?
He had slept on the foot of the bed, making sure that nothing affected her like that anymore. She seemed upset about this, but he was adamant. He wanted to respect her space, but he had to keep her safe, after all.
Sighing, he shut off the shower and grabbed the towel to dry off. After some morning bathroom rituals, he walked out of the bathroom, only the towel on.
Then he saw Olivia on the bed, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She wasn’t kneeling, really, sitting down with her legs curled up to one side, staring up at him with clear longing.
Her body—so tight and sexy and inviting—was covered with violet lingerie. Violet stockings on her long, delicious legs. Violet panties, sheer, right above that, and a lacy violet bra with sexy interlocking clasps above that. Her breasts on perfect display, in such amazing proportion to the rest of her body Her heels—when had she gotten such tall heels?—were violet as well. And around her neck was a violet collar with a little gold ring danging around her throat.
“Welcome back, handsome,” she purred. Her voice sounded both young and much older than it normally did—husky, sultry, full of hidden meanings and desperate needs. “I’ve been needing you to come out here with me...to come out and play.”
She smiled, drawing little circles in the carpet.
“O-Olivia...Olivia, I think you’ve been affected by something in this room.” He began looking around for the culprit.
Still smiling, she shook her head, her beautiful auburn locks kissing her shoulders. “Oh no. It was a collar. Someone knocked and left it on the door.”
“And you just put it on? Just like that?”
He couldn’t believe it. After all that he had warned her of! This girl! This...this beautiful, lovely, amazingly toned and big-titted girl.
Oh, man.
“After I picked it up, I wanted to taste it...” she giggled. “So I licked it. And after I licked it—it tasted like grapes by the way, grapes and indigo—after I licked it, I just had to put it on. Because I want you to pluck me like a grape. I want you to crush me like indigo. I want you to fuck me until I don’t know how to think, Gerald. I’ve always wanted that.”
It was becoming very hard to put thoughts together. She had a way of drawing her shoulders together so that her cleavage became very pronounced. She had amazing cleavage, he found. Why had he not noticed that before? It had been there, right in front of him, this whole time.
“Don’t you want me, Gerald?” asked Olivia. “I want you. I want you so bad. I want to suck your cock, Gerald. For starters. Then we can spend the whole day just dreaming up hot new ways for your cock to be inside me. Please?”
“O-Olivia. I...I had no idea. I...”
No. He couldn’t answer her like that. That was engaging her on the terms of the illusion, the seduction. She didn’t really want him. The magic, whatever it was, was making her think that. No, what she wanted was...what she wanted was...he didn’t know. If he thought she really wanted him, he didn’t know how he would resist. He’d been unable to properly voice his attraction for ages.
No. No. That was wrong. Maybe she did like him, somehow, some way. But that wasn’t important right now.
Olivia seemed to sense his indecision. She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and crooking a finger at him.
“I want to be your slave, Sir. You can do anything to me. Anything at all. Won’t you please come here? We don’t have to fuck. Just hold me. Don’t you want to hold me, Gerald?”
A strong wind blew into the room, somehow. Was there an open window? His towel fluttered and dropped out of his hands. It was perfectly possible for her to see his semi-hardening cock.
“I know,” she said, licking her lips, her lovely eyes glowing at the sight of his manhood. “What if I just gave you a nice, hot little handjob, sir? Would you like that? And once you’re all hard, you can decide what you want to fuck me or not.”
“Oh fuck,” he moaned.
Leaning up and crawling toward him, Olivia’s tits easy to watch. The valley of her cleavage seemed deep and crafted from some holy place that Gerald had only dreamt of. Her lips began to land around his thighs, kissing him softly, her hand wrapped tight around his big, quickly hardening cock.
It was not long before he was hard all the way, stroking her hair, looking deep into her gorgeous brown eyes. Fuck. She was so fucking beautiful!
“I need it, Gerald,” she breathed, staring up at him. “I need to feel your cum spray on my face, Sir.”
Her tits bounced rhythmically with every hot little tug of his cock. Precum was spurting out, making each stroke slicker and slicker.
“Cum for me, Sir, please? Cum all over my face. I need your cum in my face, Sir. Please? Please spray on me?”
He was going to do just that. That was a hell of an idea. He couldn’t stop himself now.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, tugging at her hair. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m gonna give you, Olivia. I’m gonna cum right in your face.”
Releasing at last, he unleashed on her face. Hot wads of his white goo ran down her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. Instantly though—almost in the few moments before he came—the tide of hormones receded from his brain, and he realized what was happening.
She was under something’s control! She wasn’t acting of her will! And he had played right into Yasmin’s hands!
Spurting cum all over her face still, he grabbed his pants, skillfully disengaging himself from her grasp, and sprinted out to his SUV.
He had exactly the right artifact to fix all of this. He hoped.
* * * * *
As the sun rose up toward noon, Yasmin breathed in deep. Lust. Lust everywhere. Very, very soon, all would be ready. She could even smell the lust of that poor, misguided demon-hunter. Good. She wanted so very badly for him to feel pleasure. She hoped that he was happy. She hoped he was having a fun little orgasm to take his violent thoughts away for a while. It seemed like he was having far too many of those as of late.
Soon, Gerald would fall right into the trap she had laid for him. And th
en he would become part of something greater than he had ever imagined.
Yasmin descended down toward her cellar where her Dark Lord awaited, surrounded by tall dark posts and flanked by an enormous metal altar sporting dozens of erotica figures. His enormous shadowy form was corporeal now, though not made flesh. He needed a vessel for that—someone willing, or someone made willing.
She could hear him groan audibly as she approached. That was the only speech he could form, so far. All around his gigantic frame were thick chains—the chains that had been carried with him for thousands of years, when a cult of fanatics had imprisoned him. Over the last several months, Yasmin had weakened those chains, bit by bit, enough to grant him and therefore herself (and therefore again, him) even more pleasure.
Dropping to her knees, she crawled toward him, overcome with her lust. This lust had grown more and more with the more power she had unlocked for him, and lately she had been coming down several times a day to attend to his needs.
“Please, my Lord,” she begged as she drew close, pressing her head to the stones of the floor. “Please let me give you the pleasure you deserve, oh please!”
Countless others in this town she had transformed or manipulated, altering their wills and minds as simply as a cook prepared a meal.
But in front of her Lord, her thoughts were pure. She wanted only to serve him. Please him. Obey him. She became a desperate, hot, worshipful schoolgirl, endlessly in love with everything about the Male who dominated her existence.
Desperate and needy, she wanted to taste the hot darkness of his endless lust spilling inside of her mouth, her throat, her womb, in whichever place he wished.
If he were to cum endlessly for decades, she would be content to kneel in front of the stream the whole time, having her very soul soaked in his perfect hot seed.
His shadowed form tensed for several moments, and then from it, there formed a visible head and shaft of an enormous shadowy cock. Gleefully, she attended to it, taking his enormity into her mouth. She knew that she was one of the few who had been crafted according to his specifications—one of the few who could take him without being injured or damaged in the slightest.
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