Payback's a Bitch

"Fuck you, you pussy ass dykes!"

Yeah the bikes were close to the curb but they had a green light and were in the road, and we were stood right by the edge. Why would Simon shout that? Oh yeah, I almost forgot, he was a bit of a dick!

"Dude you can't shout shit like that at a bunch of bikers, you're going to get yourself into a whole heap of trouble!"

"They're just just a bunch of chicks out playing at being tough, Rich" Simon scoffed, "Didn't you see their patches?" He pointed at the last biker who'd paused on the other side of the road. "They're the Widows of Dionysus, a bunch of lesbian bikers. What are a bunch of girls going to do, beat me up?"

"I've heard rumors about those bitches, man" Rich said. He'd heard some scary things about people who messed with that gang and didn't want to find out for himself how true they really were....or weren't. 

"They don't even let men into their gang. I'm not scared of a bunch of women.....now if they had some dudes around, I might watch myself then" Simon was a big guy and he could handle himself, but I'd heard the rumors "I bet they started those stories themselves to scare off pussies like you!" he said, punching me on my arm.

"You're such an asshole Si, mark my words, that mouth is going to get us into trouble one of these days"

"If it does, I can always look after myself, but not today, look Rich" he pointed down the street, raising his eyebrows, to where the last biker was pulling away "see those biker bitches are gone now, their tails firmly tucked between their legs. Now, come on, I need a beer"

The rest of the night passed fairly uneventfully, well for a night with Si. In fact overall it was a good night. Sure Si could be a dick but he was fun to hang out with and he was one of Rich's few friends. 

Finally it was time to head home, so after saying his usual "fuck off loser" to Simon he started his short walk home.

Rich traveled his usual route home which took in the creepy, graffitied underpass.

Sure, he could have taken the other route instead but that would have added another 10 minutes to his walk, so a combination of laziness and fatigue made his mind up for him. Rich just wanted to get home to bed.

As he entered the tunnel he thought he heard the clip-clop sound of a pair of heels behind him....probably just some chick coming home after a night out.

Most women normally avoided this route for obvious reasons but a few braved it for just the same reason he was here, convenience. 

Rich continued walking and heard the heels getting louder like they were getting closer. Strangely they didn't sound like they were moving any faster though. Must just be the tunnel's weird acoustics. His imagination started to make up all sorts of weird stories and he felt the hairs on his arms raise in goosebumps. Rich quickened his pace, albeit barely noticeably. He could feel his heart rate increasing, still he heard the heels getting louder, despite still not sounding like they were moving any faster. It was almost like the woman was now only 20 feet behind him now and closing. 

He tried to surreptitiously glance back, hoping to catch a glimpse of this woman and put his mind at rest. He saw nothing. Turning his attention back to the tunnel in front he thought he caught good a flash of black in his periphery.

Rich was genuinely starting to get spooked now, his walking slowly turning into a trot. It was only a couple of hundred yards to the exit. Then he heard nothing. The sound of the heels had ceased.

Reassured by the silence Rich finally spun around and looked back into the tunnel and saw, nothing at all.  There was no one there. He let out a huge sigh of relief. Fuck his mind had been playing tricks on him, he shouldn't have had that fifth beer. "Fuck you Si" he shouted into the tunnel smiling "and fuck you bitches of Dionysus!" and he spun back around...

"Bitches?", a voice erupted  angrily from a figure that appeared in front of him. It was dressed in a black leather cowl jacket, "I'll show you what a real bitch is, you waste of organs!"

The sudden shock of the noise hit Rich like a wave. He felt his whole body tingling and a screaming sensation spread throughout his whole nervous system. The tingling was accompanied by an overwhelming ringing in his ears. 

The dark hooded woman barred his way forwards out of the tunnel. Fucking Simon, the Widows must have heard him and thought it was me.

"It wasn't me okay", he backed up holding his hands up in a submissive posture, "it was my asshole friend who shouted that shit at you guys" He made a dash to try and escape, he tried pushing past the now silent figure barring his way. "I'm just trying to get home, get out of my way." The figure was surprisingly strong and wouldn't budge a single inch.

"Come on" Rich pleaded, as a hint of desperation entered his voice, "get the fuck out of my way, you...you stupid bitch! It wasn't me alright, it was Simon", his desperation was tangible, "please, I fucking told you already!"

He tried to push past the figure again but to no avail, the hooded figure was like a brick wall. 

"You keep calling me that name Rich. I don't think you understand what that name truly means. Let me show you a real bitch...."

How did she know his name, this was crazy, he had to get away. In a frenzy he pushed against the figure one more time. This push more from desperation than belief. As he pushed he stumbled forward, almost falling, as the hooded figure seemed to turn into smoke and dissipate around him. 

Rich rubbed his head in disbelief "What the fuck...", he felt disoriented, "... that wasn't possible", he breathed and started to walk again. "Simon must have slipped something into my last drink that bastard". Feeling relieved but very disturbed and angry by what had happened he put his head down and walked briskly towards the exit and his salvation.

Just a few yards further along he again heard the clip-clopping of heels. This time though they were in perfect time with his own steps.

Behind him he heard a gentle laughing on the wind and what sounded like a name he couldn't quite make out.

As he continued walking his muscles began to tighten and his clothes stared to change with every new step.

His jeans and shoes changed color becoming darker and tighter until they were a pair of shiny black platform heels and skin tight black leather biker pants. In turn his body distorted to fit the new clothes forming on him. His gait changed from a tired semi drunk walk into a confident stride, every step a perfect heel to toe placement. The change spread into his shirt as it too changed color and became a white tank top covered by a black padded, tailored, leather motorcycle jacket. His stomach went in an instant from being the soft shapeless product of a lifestyle of beer and inactivity into one of lean hard muscle and washboard abs, normally the product of hours of  targeted, intensive, exercise, 

His arms changed too. Inside the constrictive embrace of the new sleek jacket, they became thinner and toned with tight sinewy muscle. His hands forming into strong and elegant tools with black, glossy, talon-like nails.

The newly created jacket continued it's work reshaping the now slender body it hung on. Still unnoticed by Rich two full firm breasts pushed out against the embrace of the new tough figure hugging jacket. His newly formed nipples grew hard and pushed erect against the tank top that now embraced them. Rich felt his breathing and pulse became steadier, more measured.

"Wow, that scare really sobered me up" he thought, his hand gripping the helmet instinctively that had appeared out of thin air in his hand. He stepped out into the open air and his freedom

Now exiting the tunnel he turned one more time as an act of bravado, he wasn't scared of those women, he wasn't scared of the tunnel, he was....he was, and then he saw it. He must have missed it in his rush to escape the tunnel.

There was a sleek powerful bike sitting on it's kick stand, it looked like it was awaiting it's rider. He hesitated, he was free, he could do anything he chose. The moment seemed to draw out, entranced he stepped back into the tunnel's entrance. 

Immediately he started walking purposely towards the powerful looking machine. Still he heard the insistent clip-clop of heels matching his steps, the sound no longer scared him. He found it's familiarity comforting, in fact it even excited him a little. The rider of this machine, what a woman she must be. She'd be strong, bold, dominant, someone to be admired even feared, maybe he should wait to meet her properly.

As he walked around the bike he ran his nails along the fuel tank and the seat moaning in pleasure at the thought of the valkyrie that must own it.

"Must belong to that woman from back in the tunnel. Just sat here waiting for her." He looked at the bike with undisguised jealousy. "What a wicked bike, only a real goddess would ride a bike that looked like this", he thought as leather tendrils stretched out from his jacket and wrapped around his hands forming sleek black gloves. 

Rich's changes continued unabated and started to creep into his head, his neck slimmed and lengthened. His adam's apple smoothed out into a sleek strong feminine line. His hair grew long and straight, until it reached the small of his back, it's colour turning black as his face too started to alter. His jawline  softened into a round softer shape, his cheeks rose and his nose became smaller, thinner, and slightly upturned.

"Oh how it would divine to have something like this between my legs. To own the road, to be free of any inhibitions" 

His lips grew more pronounced as they became covered in a dark red lipstick. Swinging his leg over the bike he instinctively pulled the key from his jacket pocket and placed it in to the ignition and turned.

As he revved the engine, the vibration of the engine traveled up through his groin. His cock receded quickly until it had disappeared inside him forming a tight, beautiful pussy, that started spasming making her new piercing blue eyes roll back into her head in ecstasy. "Dionysus I fucking love this", her screams and the bike's engine echoed together in the tunnel sounding like a lewd mechanical opera. 

She donned her helmet. It always felt so perfect to her when her bike roared beneath her. The safe tight cocoon of her helmet and leathers seemed to intensify the feeling. She never wore any underwear when she rode her bike. She was infatuated with the feeling of her juices lubricating the connection between her pussy and her form fitting leather pants.

She could already feel her pussy's engorged lips growing hungrier with every low throaty vibration.  She couldn't wait to get her beast out on to the open road and really satisfy her needs. 

She craved the feel of the wind pushing against her body, every rev soaring up into her beautiful sculpted body through her perfect pussy. Every corner was a rush of adrenaline, every overtake a moment of exultation to her new God. 

Roaring away with a squeal of rubber she knew she had to complete the final part of the Widow's initiation.

The first part was complete now that she'd seen to that asshole's weak pathetic friend. She now only needed to take a woman as her ride or die and take them back to the compound. Where she'd finally become a full member of the Widow's with all the benefits that would bestow upon her. 

An evil smirk formed on Rosie's sexy face as she realised she had the perfect idea of just where she might find her perfect bitch!

All Hallow's Eve IV: Reunion

How did she know that the maid's pay was in the usual place, or that her name was Abi, what the hell was wrong with her she's was going crazy. An image of a younger version of herself. No it was not her, it was a younger version of the woman she was in this hallucination. The vision crowded into her mind she saw the woman kissing and groping Abi by the house's pool. She started to remember these neighbor's innocent teenage daughter Abi coming to ask for a temporary job and she had been only too happy to offer her the position as long as she was willing to train in the position. Abi would often stay late after work to get her extra training. 

Marjory was starting to doubt her identity. Was she this woman she saw? She must be otherwise how did she remember giving Abi her training by the pool and in the bedroom, how did she recall fucking some random hot stud all over the house? How did she know how they tasted, how they felt and why did those memories make her pussy wet?

"Don't you like this life, don't you want to indulge yourself in this life, you want to live Bella's life don't you?"

What was that name, why did it feel so familiar, it felt right, she could just let herself fall into this life of unbridled hedonism. Marjory reacted against this, this was wrong, NO she wanted Marjory's life, HER life, no matter how mundane, how sexless, how ordinary. 

She was getting irritated by these continuing intrusive thoughts, shaking her head, she slid into her Mercedes sportscar put her purse with the Tome inside it on to the passenger seat and started the engine.

God, she loved how the vibration from the throaty powerful engine always sent tingles through her pussy all the way up to her head. She put the car into gear and pushed her foot down on the accelerator, the car screeched out of the driveway. She craved the surge of adrenaline she felt as the acceleration pressed her body back into the bucket seat that held her body tight like a chrysalis. She decided to race to work, she didn't want to be late two days on the trot, and more importantly she craved the feeling of the power beneath her the feeling of control always made Bella's pussy gush, it was like straddling a fat cock and slowly lowering yourself on to it, the control was so divine.

"What the hell am I thinking" Marjory said shaking her head as her foot eased off the accelerator "what are these memories, these thoughts, this isn't who I am, I'm not wherever this Bella woman is, I'd never drive recklessly, what if I got pulled over!"

"Bella doesn't care what happens, admit it you like feeling like her, you like it when she starts to bleed through, it makes you wet, if we get pulled over I'm sure we'll find some way to get out of any tickets, remember when that cop pulled you over"

"no one can resist Bella, as her you can do or have anything you desire"

Damn these intrusive thoughts they were so hot, she was driving on autopilot her speed increasing again. Where were they coming from, she was getting scared and jealous of this woman, this Bella, she found herself wishing she could be as powerful as her, but of course Marjory cared if she got pulled over, she wasn't Bella she was just Marjory Scully, prim and proper head librarian of the Huntstown Municipal Library, not some wicked bitch who would do whatever it took to get what she desired, she had a reputation to uphold, she was a precise well ordered and respected woman, not some rich privileged woman who took and did whatever she wanted without fear of contradiction.

"It would be perfect though, wouldn't it, do you feel yourself starting to covet Bella's existence?"

"I don't own a grandiose home, have a decadent luxurious wardrobe, I don't drive a ridiculous self indulgent car and I most certainly do not take random hot people home with me and suck and fuck them all over my house until they're exhausted and then kick them out when they are no longer of any use, that's not me, that's not Marjory Scully"

"Isn't it Mistress?"

The thoughts of that wicked lifestyle started to trigger her new libido, she bit her lip and felt her pussy start to get damp, she idly rubbed it with her left hand. She pulled it away and looked at her hand like it had betrayed her. 

"NO, this isn't who I am, I'm not that wicked harlot, I won't be that woman!"

She pulled into the parking lot of the library and got out of her car, carrying her purse and the Tome with her.

"Finally somewhere normal, somewhere I can be myself"

She found the front doors unlocked, she had given Andrew the keys to lock up, she'd trusted him to lock, how could he fail her like this?

"Damn it Andrew" she felt a heat radiate through her "why do I trust incompetent weak men, they're good for only one thing and most of them aren't even good for that!"

She stormed into her library bolting the door behind her.

"This is the very definition of too little too fucking late, how could that stupid....fucking disgusting pig do this to me" she thought. 

Entering the lobby of the library she expected to see vandalism or theft, her heart was beating hard in her chest and her mouth was dry as her inner rage amplified, looking around she was relievedbut the library looked in good order just like she'd left it, looking around she laughed almost manically.

"Perhaps Andrew isn't completely useless after all, the stupid idiot got lucky though"

Her heart was calming down and she swallowed, she needed to drop her things off in her office and get ready for a busy day, she'd deal with that stupid fool later. She pushed open the door to her office and her heart thundered, she could hear ringing in her ears and her face flushed, what lay in front of her made her seethe with almost uncontrollable rage, Andrew was laying asleep at her desk and all around him were yellowing stains of....of.....no, no he didn't, he wouldn't! That worthless fucking degenerate, he...he...he...on my desk, on my seat, on my precious books, how could he?

"How dare he do that, he doesn't respect us, he's supposed to be your friend, you saved him, he needs to pay and learn he can never do this to us again, he will learn the error of his ways"

Marjory felt her rage taking control of her, she felt her cheeks tingling and her heart pounded in her chest, her hand curled into a fist so tight her nails dug drew a drop of blood. Her anger spiraling out of control she started to lose control, anger built on anger, pure unbridled rage started to take hold. This disgusting pathetic useless worm thought he could use her sanctuary to masturbate, he marked her territory like some pathetic disgusting animal, she was going to teach him a lesson. She leant in to him and whispered into his ear taking on a sinister tone.

"Time to wake up you disgusting pathetic waste of life"

Andrew barely stirred

"See, he doesn't respect you, no one respects Marjory, she's a doormat. He only pretended to respect you so he could use you to protect him because he's so disgusting and pathetic, discard Marjory and accept Bella"

"He's always here for me though, he needs me"

"As soon as you dropped your guard and let him in to your confidence this is how he repaid you, let us teach him a lesson"

"No there must be an explanation"

"There is, he got turned on and repaid your trust by doing this, he marked your safe space, he tried to take this from you, no one respects you, make them respect you, accept us, become Bella"

Marjory's clothes began to change and her figure began to get younger, her flesh and skin began to smooth and become firmer

"They don't respect me, I'm not tough enough, I let them think I'm just a librarian, just a doormat"

"Yes they owe you more"

"They took away my assistants and my funding, they took away my pride, my youth, they took away my identity"

"Good Mistress, no one would treat Bella that way"

Bella's long forgotten memories started to rush back to her in a surge, the voice started to complete it's merger, to make her soul whole again.

"All of you foolish weak little worms you thought I was just a weak, eccentric old lady, I've been waiting decades for my time to awaken and do my master's bidding"

Bella flicked her wrist and the room turned into a live-in room for her help, she lowered her dripping pussy towards Andrew's face, she could see he was starting to stir. 

"Wake up you miserable pig"

  

His eyes flew open and she saw the look of fear on his face

"Who are you?" He stammered "What do you want?"

"I am Bella darling, I'm your punishment for this" she waved her hand at the ruin "and your reward"

Andrew's faces went white "Bella! I dreamt that I had to awaken you, this isn't my fault" he reeled back  "it was the voice, I don't understand what's happening, I must still be dreaming"

"This is my dream Andrew and your nightmare, for now"

Bella waved her hand and Andrew started to alter, his body began to change, different parts of him shrank and grew, his formerly skinny arms gained definition and tone, his fingers lengthened and became long and slender with elegantly manicured nails all the time pain wracked his entire body. 

"I'm sorry but your punishment must come first so you know to always obey your Mistress"

His legs grew long, muscular and slender as his body tightened and two firm tear drop shaped breasts formed on his chest. 

"Ms Scully will be here soon please let me go, I promise I won't....arrgghh" Andrew's whole body screamed

"Marjory won't be back any more my dear, she left for retirement, this library is my domain now"

His hair grew out chestnut brown down to the middle of his back, a few loose strands obscured his view of Bella, although the extreme pain meant he couldn't focus on anything but the agony in his body. Bella's hand pushed away the hair from his face roughly so she wanted to see the final part of his transformation. Andrew's formerly unkempt eyebrows rearranged into perfectly arched frames for his new spectacular eyes and his lips went from thin and pale to a plump glistening red. 

"There you look so much more agreeable now"

Andrew sat there tears streaming from his eyes, whimpers escaping his lips.

"Andrew just won't do for my beautiful new assistant's name" Bella waved her hand again and new dark desires and wicked needs entered the new girl's mind "whilst I think, be an angel and take care of my needs would you"

Bella's new assistant knew exactly what to do, she leant in eagerly began to lick her Mistress's hot wet pussy

"Yes I think you'll do very nicely Angie"

All Hallow's Eve III: Identification

Marjory had had a tough night, she struggled to keep a straight face at the mortuary, everytime someone had mentioned her ex husband she'd wanted to giggle, and she was literally dripping into her panties the whole time, luckily the detective in charge thought she was just being a hysterical woman. It didn't help that she kept hearing a voice in her head,

"Look at him Marjory, look at the way his shirt is tailored to show his muscular frame, I bet he's a fantastic fuck"

 

An image of a younger her sucking the detective's cock jumped into her mind.

This was wrong. For one she had never looked like that, even if that woman happened to look gorgeous, and she most certainly didn't engage in fellatio, it was demeaning, and hot. Marjory started to wonder how the detective's cock tasted and her mouth started to water in anticipation at the thought. As soon as she was allowed she hurried out of the Police Station.

By the time she got back to her modest home Marjory was both physically and mentally exhausted, she got out of her clothes, hung them up in her closet and fell straight into the bed next to it.

"We're so horny, the thought of that sexy detective really got us going didn't it? We could touch ourselves and taste his cock next time"

 

She was disgusted at herself, there wouldn't be a next time, why would she think like that, and she certainly wasn't some kind of pervert who'd touch herself after seeing her ex husband's corpse just because the young cop was a bonafide stud. Where did stud come from? What was wrong with her, she wasn't like this.

"Why are we wet then, if we don't want to touch ourselves, maybe just a little rub, just see how it feels"

She couldn't argue with herself any longer, she had to silence this inner voice no matter how wrong it was, she just had to go to sleep, one hand found her hard nipples whilst the other traveled down to her sopping wet pussy, she has no choice, she needed peace, she needed to to cum, she couldn't help but finger herself to sleep, she couldn't afford to be late again!

After Marjory left earlier that afternoon Andrew had fared little better. He started to tidy up the library so he could lock up up for her. He was returning a couple of damaged books from the front desk to her office for rebinding but upon entering Ms Scully's office he was hit an overpowering scent. He hadn't noticed how strong the smell was in her office earlier, was it her perfume or  perhaps something else? What ever it was the scent made him feel a sense of lust, and as an erection again grew in his pants he felt weak and dizzy. He staggered over to the desk

"I just need to sit down for a minute, I've been going at it too hard"

He collapsed into Ms Scully's chair, his right hand instinctively fell into his lap and rested on his groin. Andrew felt disoriented and tired, first his little finger then eventually his whole hand began rubbing at his crotch absent mindedly, his head began to nod and his eyes were rolling up into his head as his hand almost on its own undid his fly, he was drifting in and out of consciousness when his hand grasped hold of his hard cock and he fell fully asleep with his head resting where the Tome had rested with Marjory's head on it the night before. 

Andrew slept fitfully, vivid dreams and a lone voice interrupted his sleep.

"Angel where are you? We need you, you are our friend aren't you? We will give you what you need to protect yourself and serve us, will you serve your mistress our angel"

A beautiful seductive face appeared in his dream, licking her lips and speaking to him.

Andrew groaned in his sleep as his hand massaged his still engorged penis, he was compelled to watch her and repeat her.

"Serve my Mistress"

"We need you to show Mistress the way, lead her to her power, show her her true form so she can be reborn and keep her promise to you and us"

"I will show Mistress the way, she will be reborn, she will keep her promises" he mumbled as his cock starting to tremble under his unconscious assault.

"Mistress doesn't know it but she is Belladonna and she is powerful beyond measure, angel you need to show her the truth, I am your reward"

"Belladonna is the truth, I am her angel,and you will be my reward" he mumbled as his cock erupted all over Belladonna's desk, Andrew continued to sleep soundly but he would stir every couple of hours to complete the cycle unconsciously until the desk and the carpet were covered in his seed.

Marjory awoke ready for a wonderful new day full of a zest for life. She walked naked through the house indulging in some grapes from her bedside table, she tossed the empty stalk on the floor of her wet room and then showered luxuriously, only allowing herself to orgasm just once as she knew she had a busy day ahead of her and she didn't want to be late. She quickly searched through her walk in closet and then dressed and did her makeup in her vanity room, when she'd was finished she looked approvingly in the mirror and gazed at herself.

 

"Oh you are a fucking gorgeous bitch darling"

Marjory's mind suddenly rebeled

"Wait, what is this? This is all wrong, this is not me, I don't look like this. I'm not this young, and I most certainly am not a fucking gorgeous bitch, where did that come from?" She looked around the room, "Where am I? I don't own a mansion with a wet room, let alone a walk in closet with tens of thousands of dollars of clothing AND a vanity room" she was starting to panic as she realized she must have got into someone else's house "oh my God I just threw that trash on the floor I need to go pick it up and get out of these clothes before the before the owner comes home with me in their clothes and their house, I'll go to prison!"

"You won't mind at all Mistress. Let the maid get the rubbish she'll be here in 30 minutes, and you picked out all those clothes because they make you look divine, you should wear whatever you want"

"Who are you? Who am I? This is not my house and these are not my things!" Marjory shouted into the empty house as she walked back to the bathroom and picked up her rubbish then threw it in the little hidden waste basket, she stopped dead "how did I know that was there? It's perfectly hidden"

"Because you designed it that way, you wanted a trash can but you couldn't abide an ugly little basket ruining the aesthetics of one of your favorite rooms to fuck in"

An image jumped into her mind of a woman being fucked in this very shower

, she started to remember bringing home this hot slab of meat and fucking him on her couch, on the floor, sucking his cock on the stairs, fucking him in her bed and then taking a shower and fucking him one more time before she sent him away, she never let these dolts stay the night, they were good for fucking and very little else, as long as they had energy, a big cock, and knew how to fuck she didn't care as long as they left when she'd used them up.

"I'm not like this, this isn't me"

Marjory felt like she was going crazy as a ringing grew in her head, she was starting to remember more about her home and this life, a life she'd never lived. But if she'd never lived it how was she remembering things.

She rushed out of the house to head to work, her sanctuary of certainty, at least there she'd be safe from this madness.

She waved to her maid as she left

"Your pay is in the usual place Abi", she called out.

All Hallow's Eve II: Overdue Fees

Marjory awoke the next morning to a thunderous pounding on the library's front door. She slowly lifted her head from it's resting place on the old book that Andrew had discovered yesterday.

"I must have been exhausted last night and fallen asleep on my desk whilst trying to read you old girl" 

For such an unusual sleeping place she felt well rested

"What strange wicked dreams" she shook her head trying to shake off some of the cobwebs from the night before. 

"What time is it anyway?" She searched her bag and found her cellphone under the 9 mm she kept there for protection, it was amazing how things moved themselves around in your purse when you're not looking, she looked at her cell and saw that it was 9:15, "damn it I'm late opening, I'm never late, fuck, I must have needed that sleep" she jumped to her feet and adjusted her hair, smoothing down her leather skirt and straightening her sweater, she didn't realize she just swore, she never swore usually, it was the sign of a weak mind she would say. 

"Andrew had been right I must have been sick last night"

Standing up Marjory reached out her hand and fondly touched the heavy tome still laying on her desk from the night before.

"I really need to put the effort in and try and try read you tonight darling" she remembered trying last night before tiredness had overwhelmed her. 

The title was intriguing she thought "Spells to Release Your Inner Demons" she had never realized before how old self help books must be, she'd always thought they were a modern phenomena, it would be interesting to see how things had changed over the centuries. 

The pounding on the library doors continued intermittently and seemed to be growing in urgency, Marjory decided sauntered down to open the library, she made her way to the library entrance and started to open the door, as she opened it she heard someone talking outside

"Oh, Ms Scully thank goodness, I thought something was wrong" the door swung open "I thought you must be sick" Andrew was standing outside, he'd come to help with the Halloween decorations and had been concerned when the library wasn't open, his eyes almost popped out of his head when she opened the door "Marjory what the hell happened to you?"

She walked out the door past the astounded Andrew and basked in the brilliant early morning sunlight, smiling broadly, she felt more awake than she had in years, her new reality fixed now in the waking world

"I'm sorry I was late this morning Andrew" She had never in her decades of work been late before, typically she'd often open the library early, "I fell asleep in my office, I'm sorry I look a little unkempt, you were right I wasn't well last night when you left, I should have gone home and slept" Marjory stretched out "I'm glad you came and woke me up though, I feel so much better now" her hands ran down her new body, and she looked at Andrew cheekily, "and remember it's Ms Scully here, you bad boy" she said conspiratorially.

Andrew's mind struggled to accept this new reality. Ms Scully, felt different, something felt off, his mind ran through what could be wrong. Was it her hair? Her clothes? No he shook off his doubts, he was being paranoid he needed to stop, she'd been sick and was wearing the same clothes as yesterday that was all that was wrong. Ms Scully always took pride in her appearance, of course she always looked good for a mature woman, at least this morning she seemed to be in a good mood, Andrew seemed to remember her snapping at him yesterday, didn't he?

"Come in Andrew we have lots of work to do, I know we're going to have lots of fun together today" Marjory beckoned Andrew to follow her into the library.

Several hours passed and the work seemed to fly by, Andrew was enjoying working with Ms Scully. She seemed vivacious and full of life, she really kept herself in remarkably good shape, she was outpacing Andrew despite him being 40 years her junior, but that's how it always was, everyone always commented on how fit she was for a woman here age. 

Andrew was putting up the final Halloween decorations in the main lobby when he heard the front doors locking, what was going on, he walked down to the entrance to investigate

"Ms Scully what's happening, why are you closing up, it's only 1 in the afternoon"

"We're taking a break for lunch Andrew, we've worked really hard and since I have no help since we were forced to lay off my assistants I've decided the library needs to be a little more relaxed, so from now on this library needs to close for lunch. We deserve it, now come into my office I ordered us some Chinese food" Ms Scully walked away and turned to look at Andrew "hurry up Andy we only have an hour, I want to get to know you better"

Andrew followed her slightly disturbed by Ms Scully's unusual familiarity, he seemed to remember her always being so....so...he found it hard to remember specifics, she was always....so....he couldn't focus on his memories of Ms Scully. Then it came flooding back to him of course he could recall, he remembered her being fun, social, impulsive, her joy and happiness made the library the place he grew to love.

They were both starving after their hard morning's work and started to eat hungrily whilst making small talk, Andrew felt more open talking to Ms Scully today than he'd ever felt talking to anyone before. 

"Andrew why do you come here every day?"

"I like reading and the library's atmosphere a lot Ms Scully"

Marjory raised her eyebrows questioningly "Come on we're all alone here Andrew. After last night, today's work and all we've been through I feel like we're good friends, why don't you call me Marjory when no one's around", her hand lingered on his arm and she looked deeply into his eyes.

 

This was unexpected, internally he flinched, he'd been coming here for years and Ms Scully always believed in formality didn't she? This seemed wrong, he couldn't, this wasn't like her, she would never let anyone call her by her first name, not even board members. But board members aren't friends of hers, they weren't eating Chinese food in her office, not like he was. Andrew remembered he'd been here for her through the years, he'd been coming to the library since before her divorce and had seen everything she'd gone through, the way her husband had treated her, he'd been here for it all, of course Marjory was his friend. Memories of her husband's infidelities with numerous women started to form in his mind.

"Okay Marjory, but just in private I don't anyone to think you're playing favorites, your reputation is important to me"

"Now come on Andrew, we're friends right? You can be honest with me here, I know you love books and hanging out with me but that isn't the real reason why you come to the library all the time is it?"

 

"No Marjory" Andrew lowered his eyes and hung his head in shame, "the popular kids, girls and boys pick on me wherever I go except for here, they're everywhere else but they won't come here because they're scared of you"

Now Andrew said it out loud it didn't make sense, why would anyone would be scared of Marjory she was always so nice to everyone

"I'm sorry I've been using the library and our friendship to avoid them"

"It's okay Andrew, I understand all about using smoke screens, I'll figure something out to help you" she said kissing his forehead "you're too good a person to have to go through that"

A flash of warmth spread  surged out from the kiss throughout Andrew's body. 

"Errr, thank you Marjory, you're a good friend", he furrowed his brow, Marjory unexpectedly embraced him tightly, Andrew started to feel a little claustrophobic, he'd never hugged a woman before who wasn't related to him, he felt her firm chest against his face and felt a stirring in his groin he quickly broke away as his face started to redden.

Marjory was about to stop him when she was interrupted be her phone's ring, "Sorry Andrew I have to take this"

Andrew got up from his chair awkwardly, his faced flushed, he waved off her apologies and quickly rushed out of her office. 

Marjory answered her phone

"Hello Marjory speaking....yes that's right I am....of course....oh my God what happened" Marjory sounded horrified "in the woods, last night?"

Her voice sounded horrified but a smile crept on to her lips, her hand reached out to touch her book "you want me to do what?.....well why can't his new wife do it..." she sounded flustered and afraid but her smile never broke "oh dear God....errr, do you want me to identify her too?" her voice had become almost hysterical, still her smile stayed firm on her face "unidentifiable, oh I'm so sorry......yes I can be there before 5, I have to close up here and I'll come straight away... thank you I appreciate it" she hung up the phone and an evil grin played across her face 

Her hand started to creep down to her skirt, her legs opened as she started to lift her tight skirt

Andrew couldn't believe what he was feeling, he shouldn't get hard from hugging older women, it was so embarrassing, and now it was like he wanted to explode, he could feel his cock pushing against his pants.

Marjory's fingers started rubbing her wet pussy through her silk panties, she was so disgusting. Her ex husband and his wife had just died and she was horny. 

Andrew undid his pants and let them fall to the floor in the bathroom, what was happening to him, he couldn't help it he needed to touch it.

Fuck she was sick, the police officer had told her that her ex-husband and his new wife had been attacked by a wild animal and she'd got wet, she needed professional help. 

Andrew fished out his already hard cock and started to touch it gently thinking about Marjory.

What was wrong with her, unbidden images of her ex's new wife laid dead with her throat ripped out entered her head and they were making her so horny, she slipped her finger past her panties into her sex.

He was so hard, he'd never been this hard before, he gripped his member firmly and started to rub it hard

"Oh Marjory"

She was fucking herself with her fingers, she desperately needed this. What was wrong with her she never masturbated but now with an image of her ex husband pleading in her mind she desperately needed to cum.

Andrew was masturbating harder than he ever had, he could feel himself approaching the plateau 

"I want this Marjory, I'm going to cum for you"

She couldn't stop, she had to feel this moment, she felt every nerve in her body possessed with one purpose, muscles long forgotten were tensing...

He was long past the point of no return he was tensing up, he was going to...

Aaarrgghhh!!! They both came at the exact same moment, they both felt a moment of shame and then things changed. 

"Mmmmm, that was good, I need to do that more often, I am one fucking sick bitch, now to go and confirm that worm got what he deserved"

"What's wrong with me, Marjory is my friend, why would I do that, I'm fucking sick"

Marjory looked into the mirror in her office looking good Miss Scully, her face had a glow and a wicked grin formed on her face, she heard a voice talking to her in a deep seductive malevolent tone 

"If only that poor worm of a man had known what would happen to him. There are fees to be paid, no one slights us, no one leaves us, and that poor bitch paid his too, we are owed"

She strode confidently to the front desk carrying her book and saw Andrew standing with his head held low, she handed him the library keys.

"Andrew something awful has happened to my ex husband I have to leave I know I can trust you, can you lock up for me?"

Andrew still feeling intense guilt nodded and mumbled he would.

"Thank you so much Andrew, you're my Angel"

All Hallow's Eve Part I : The Tome

Marjorie was sorting books just like she did every day about this time after her morning break.

She'd been a librarian now for 35 years and if anyone was ever the definition of Librarian it was Marjorie. She was exacting, everything in her life was ordered; from her clothes in her closet to her food in the pantry, someone even joked once that she probably used the Dewey Decimal system to organize her underwear drawer, Marjorie did not laugh, she wasn't a person given to light humor and the truth was she actually used an adaptation for that particular part of her wardrobe. She was what you might describe as a borderline OCD personality and order and consistency was her currency in life.

Her need for rigidity and absolute order left no room for any deviation and was one of the major reasons why her husband had left her 10 years ago and, why honestly she didn't miss him, she'd thought when they met it was love, but she knew pretty quickly now that it had just been a brief moment in time, a passing fire and that ember had quickly died out and they'd had a largely loveless mechanical marriage, in fact she had been mostly relieved when he left, it meant there was no one disrupting her order at home, now the only disorder in her life was at the library and she could cope with that, it was her job.

Of course there were always times when even the library started to test her patience and the month of October was one of them, she was always supposed to do some sort of Halloween promotion to encourage younger people to make use of their resources and borrow some of their books, the reading she could get behind, she'd already selected several classic works a week as her "top" picks for the whole month but she was expected to decorate and invite some of the Underclassmen from the local college to help drum up interest in their facilities. She resented having to deface her pristine, precious, perfect library and then kowtow to some shallow stupid kids to curry favor with the donors but the library needed the money, without the donors Marjory shuddered to think what might happen, times were tough, money was low and she'd already had to let go her two assistant librarians.

Whilst Marjorie was lost in thought about the Halloween problem she failed to notice someone walking up behind her. 

"Excuse me Marjorie" 

Marjorie jumped caught out by surprise from her moment's thought, but even worse she hated informality, but it was Andrew the lonely little undersized 18 year old Freshman kid who hung out at the library

"Andrew how many times have I told you? It's Ms Scully, informality is not acceptable here in the library" she was a little rougher on him than usual owing to her sudden shock

"Sorry Ms Scully I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help you?"

No there was nothing Andrew could do usefully but Marjory knew what his real motivation was, she knew he was being bullied by some of the more popular kids and that e saw the library as a sanctuary and Ms Scully as the sanctuary keeper, she couldn't turn him away. 

"Here Andrew you can stack these returns on the shelves, you remember the system right?"

"Yes Ms Scully, you can rely on me I won't let you down"

He was a good kid thought Marjory but he was so pathetic, he needed to be more assertive and more precise, he reminded her of a younger version of her insipid ex husband, but she knew that wasn't his fault

Andrew wandered into the stacks like he was on a mission whilst Marjory set off in the opposite direction. 

An hour later Marjory had returned to the front counter and was checking out some books for a patron

"I hope you enjoy your selections Mr Wills, remember they're due back in one month, if you need extra time this time bring them in and I'll extend the loan period"

"Of course, thank you again and have a great day"

"You too"

She smiled whilst inside knowing she'd just wasted her breath as usual, he was a serial overdue borrower and never returned books on time worse than that she knew he dog-eared his pages and she wasn't sure he had even read half the books he borrowed, she wished she could limit him to one book at a time but she had to follow library policy.

"Ms Scully" Andrew scurried back to the desk excitedly "Ms Scully I've finished and I found something"

She rolled her eyes, good now when he leaves I can retrace his steps and fix all the mistakes, she looked up and smiled  

"Thank you Andrew, now, what was it that you found?"

"This, book, it was on the shelf in the self help section, but it didn't have a code on it and it looks like it's written in a foreign language so I couldn't make out the title or author, I got a sense you'd know where it belonged"

She inwardly sighed, someone had probably just thrown it back after deciding they didn't want to borrow it, why were people so inconsiderate, she sighed and looked down at the book, now it was her problem, why was everything always her problem

A momentary confusion hit her, this wasn't one of her books was it? It may sound strange but these books were her friends, she knew almost all of them by sight and she would definitely have remembered one that looked as distinct as this one.....wouldn't she? Yes there's no way she'd forget a book as distinctive as this one, it had a lock and was bound in a heavy dark leather, but something seemed familiar about it, it was covered in what she would have guessed were runes, she felt a surge of need to explore the book more when she became overwhelmed with a sudden dizziness

"Mistress you were gone for such a long time this time"

"What Andrew?

"I didn't say anything Ms Scully"

"It's rude to make fun of me Andrew Paulson"

"I missed you"

The dizziness hit her again Marjory was shaken and felt weak for a second, she clutched at the counter as she felt an energy radiate from from the book and her knees weakened, Andrew reached out and grabbed her to stop her from toppling over. 

"Don't touch me you worthless worm!" Marjory snapped

What had she said, the words had erupted out of her, she would never talk to a patron like that, even one as miserably useless as Andrew 

"I'm so sorry Ms Scully, I thought you were going to fall over, I didn't mean anything, I just...."

"I'm sorry Andrew I just had a moment, I didn't mean to lash out like that sweetheart, I think I'm going to close the library early today and rest, it's only an hour until closing, why don't you come back tomorrow and I'll let you help me decorate for All Hallow's Eve"

"Okay, I...I'll ll see you tomorrow" Andrew paused at the door and turned "are you sure you're okay Ms Scully"

"Yes I'm already feeling much better Andrew, thank you for your concern, I just need some time alone and something to eat" she ushered Andrew out of the door "I look forward to seeing you in the morning"

She closed the door and began locking it before he could respond

Andrew walked away disturbed at the events that had unfolded but happy his place of sanctuary would be waiting for him in the morning and that he got to decorate for Halloween, he was excited, he never got to celebrate i

Halloween normally as his family was devoutly Christian and believed it was the work of Satan. 

At the same time Ms Scully smiled to herself contentedly as she went to investigate her new book some more.

Marjorie picked up the book from the counter carefully and carried it back to her private office, she had no intention of going home yet she had to investigate this tome further. Walking into the office she set the book down on her desk and got a cup of tea as she prepared for a long evening's work. 

Marjorie opened the front cover and looked at the ancient pages with their indecipherable language, she thought she heard the sound of wind but that wasn't possible she was in a room deep in the library, goosebumps rose up all on her body and a shiver ran down her spine, she buttoned up her cardigan. 

"Finally alone together with my Mistress"

Marjorie jumped to her feet

"Who is that" she spoke in her harshest libertarian tone "you know you're not allowed to be in the library after closing"

"I've always been here and you closed early tonight, why was that my Mistress"

"I wasn't feeling well not that it's any of your business, now show yourself or I'm calling the police"

"You used to be a much better liar and you will be again, and you wouldn't want to see me yet I promise you Mistress"

"It is Ms Scully and I've had quite enough of you" she picked up her phone "I gave you a chance now I'm calling the..." she paused as she realized the line was dead ".. cops" she bit her lip. 

She was in the library with some crazy person who must have cut the phone lines.

"Do you want to know a little secret?"

"No, I want you to leave me alone and get out of my library"

"Hahaha" the voice laughed maniacally "...oh Marjory you still haven't guessed, how naiive you always are"

Marjory was feeling in her purse for her cellphone when she felt the cold metal of the 9mm handgun she'd bought for protection when her husband had left, she'd never had cause to use it before but tonight she was glad she had it.  She gripped the gun and scanned the room looking this maniac

"Andrew didn't hear me did he?"

She didn't respond, she was waiting for the person who owned this voice to show themselves, she got up and quietly started to stalk the room

"Only you can hear me Mistress"

She was going to find this person and call the cops, then a realization hit her, oh my God she was having a nervous breakdown

"Very good, but no you are not going insane Mistress you are in fact quite sane, although as you awaken others may try to paint you as such"

Marjory turned the corner and saw a figure looking at her, they were holding something,  she knew it, this mad person was going to kill her. She squeezed off 3 shots into the mirror at the end of the corridor before she realized her mistake.

"Oh my God I am going crazy, the police will be here soon now" she started to cry silently, tears rolling down her face 

"ENOUGH, no more games now Mistress" the voice was much more severe "and God had nothing to do with this, if he exists he's an absentee landlord at best" the voice calmed, "very good shooting though, that would have been three in the head had that mirror been a person, you still have your instincts I see"

Who am I, I've only shot at the range and was terrible, when I catch a spider I take it outside but now I tried to kill someone, I'm going crazy. 

Marjory didn't know what to do so she locked her office doors confident that she was the only person in the room and sat down at her desk awaiting for the police to arrive responding to the gunfire, someone must have heard this was a residential area. 

"Are you satisfied we're alone now?" Marjory shook her head in resignation "this is our book, shall we read it together Mistress?"

Defeated Marjory started to turn the pages

"We wrote this together many moons ago when we were first awakened"

A black smoke started to rise around her

"You were a young lady in love, with the wrong man, you didn't know it but he cheated on you, ON YOU!  You found out after he had taken your heart, stolen any wealth, defiled you, and left you for his bitch. You were heartbroken, you couldn't think of anything else for days, weeks, months and then your sorrow started to twist and blacken into a need for revenge and so you started to plot and scheme"

Marjory felt an anger rising in her, an empathy for this poor jilted lover and the pain and anger she must have felt, she saw her ex husband with his new wife, smiling and happy, she felt disgust for him and an urge to have revenge upon him. As her anger grew she started to see the images of the story playing in her mind like the most wonderful movie. 

"Once you made our mind up to seek revenge you spent all of your time and remaining money looking for the ideal path, after many moons you found a sorceress who promised you power in exchange for service, she could not be the vessel to carry out the deed but you could if we'd grant her the boon of your service, you accepted without hesitation not knowing the truth of what would happen. On the night when Demons walk amongst men she performed the ritual and placed a summoning spell upon you"

Marjory's skin grew cold and goosebumps raised on her flesh.

"Under the moon the sorceress cast the spell and a shadow fell upon you, it formed into a snake writhing around you, you were terrified but knew you could bare this in exchange for your desires. The black snake caressed your body teasing you in ways your traitorous lover never could, after a long time the snake's head found your sex and started to taste your wetness"

It reared up suddenly and started malevolently at the sorceress 

"WHAT IS THIS FILTH SORCERESS, DO YOU MEAN TO TRICK ME?"

"No Balzemuth it is as promised"

"YOU LIE SHE HAS LAIN WITH A MAN"

"I did not know, I promise, I will find another"

"IT IS TOO LATE I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED AND I DEMAND A YOUNG VIRGIN, YOU HAVE NEVER GIVEN IN TO THE SINS OF THE FLESH HAVE YOU?"

"No Balzemuth, but I'm an old woman"

"I JUST NEED YOUR PURITY I DON'T NEED ONLY YOU"

The forest burst with light, wind and power, the sorceress screamed and in a blink had disappeared. We felt weird something new was inside us, we were two where one had lain, Balzemuth had merged our essences, we lay still entwined with the Demon as he started to lick us and writhe inside us, filling us in an unholy way, taking our new virginity, we were born anew screaming in the fire of a powerful orgasm.

"WITH YOUR SACRIFICES YOU ARE NOW MY SERVANTS NOW, YOU MAY HAVE YOUR REVENGE ON THAT WORM"

"We did not wait to take our revenge. The very next evening, a country away, a ravenous Wolf descended on your traitorous ex lover and cornered him and his new wife in the forest out for an evening walk, the Wolf backed them up against a tree and it attacked him ripping his organ from him, he would never need it again. As he lay on the floor his life's blood ebbing from him the Wolf set upon his defenseless bride ripping her throat out and then mutilating the lifeless body in an orgy of bloodlust, making the corpse unrecognizable as once female let alone human, the traitor took his last breath as he saw the Wolf raise up on to two legs and turn back into his spurned lover, we left but not before turning once more to look upon the carnage we'd wrought and giggled with a satisfied smirk on our face, you shouldn't have betrayed me lover, I own your souls now, he gurgled his last as he drowned in his own blood crying"

Marjory felt horror and a nagging sense of satisfaction at this gory story, she was growing tired despite her terror at the disembodied voice and the trauma of her visions she felt her eyelids starting to droop.

The smoke swirled around her as her eyes closed, she fell into a fitful sleep at her desk as the smoke began to shroud her body then disappear inside her. 

Inside her head the voice spoke

"Tonight we dream as one again Mistress, we are Belladonna"

 

Bad Influence? (Gloria's Device IV)

The women sat down and the blonde girl called out to the waitress.

"Jess two more menus and our usual for the table please, I'm Alexandria and this is Julianna, but you can call us Lexi and Jewels with a W"

"How wonderful to meet you both, I'm Gloria"

As she spoke Jess rushed off as directed, Gloria took note, she was proud she'd caught the attention of these two beautiful young women who apparently held considerable sway here judging by how Jess abandoned her other patrons immediately to follow their demands and the other waitresses scurried to pick up Jess' previously assigned tables. 

"Look at her move" Lexi pointed, "Jess has such a cute ass, and she is spectacular in bed" 

Lexi laughed wickedly "shame she's a waitress, over time it's given her a servant's mentality, she could have been so much more" Lexi turned her attention back to Gloria like a laser, "a very good choice of restaurant for a new girl in town. Ristorante Machiavelli is the best and most exclusive place in the city, it's incredibly hard to get into unless you're a regular or they want you in here as a show piece. I'm pretty sure since you're new in town and you're dressed like that" she nodded her head and touched Gloria's hair "you're aware which category you fall into. What a delightful showpiece you do make, of course me and Jewel are regulars here for the same reason, I'm delighted you chose our restaurant"

Gloria was finding herself becoming fixated on her new friend's flirtations. 

The girls had a wonderful lunch full of laughs, flirtation and jokes at lesser girls' expense, Gloria was relishing this new feeling, it was like she was at the popular girls' table in high school, this new status was intoxicating.  

Tess rushed around for them the whole time ensuring they never had to wait for whatever they wanted, it was like she knew what they would need before they did, Gloria noted she definitely had a servant's mentality.  Soon their long lunch was drawing to a close and the girls were still getting on like long lost friends reunited.  

Lexi gazed at Gloria and arched an eyebrow, the changes that the Device had wrought set off a spark in her mind, she experienced a tingling in her core, and she felt Lexi's foot rubbing her calf, yes Lexi was definitely flirting with her, and it felt so good, although she was attracted to her she was definitely straight.

"I'm afraid Jewels has to leave us soon I'm afraid as she's meeting her Daddy for dinner tonight, and then I'm all alone tonight as my man is out of town" Lexi faked a big mournful look "I don't have anything to do, would you like to join me for a couple of drinks and a gossip at my place and keep a lonely girl company"

Gloria felt a pang of disappointment despite herself and a little confused learning that Lexi was attached given her flirtations but she definitely needed friends, and information if she was going to try and live for a while in this new world.

"I'd love to get to know you some more Lexi, I would be honored to keep you company tonight, if you'll have me"

"The pleasure will be mine Glow" Lexi said christening her with a new nickname, Gloria loved it. She summoned Jess with the bill, whilst they waited Gloria spotted the ostentatious card Lexi paid with, it seemed to be a very heavy card with a diamond in the centre.

"No fucking way you bitch" said Jewels laughing "I don't even want to know what you did to get that!"

"What is it" Gloria asked cluelessly

"That's my man's Dubai Royale Mastercard, it has a swipe limit of over a quarter of a million dollars and he told me to get whatever I wanted as long as it would looked good on me, and well" Lexi shook her hair in a mock amazed expression "everything looked spectacular!"

The girls said an exuberant goodbye with air kisses all around at Jewels car, after bidding her goodbye, "Glow" and Lexi strode the short distance to Lexi's Porsche Cayenne arm in arm.

"Oh my God I love Porsches, I have one myself, they're my favorite" Gloria gushed "you have great taste Lexi babe"

"Yes I do Glow, after all the best is what we deserve"

The ride to Lexi's place was just lots of chatting, laughing and friends flirting, they dropped off the car at the concierge service. 

After the ride to the top floor Gloria walked into Lexi's apartment and her draw dropped

"This is amazing Lexi"

Everything screamed luxury in the huge penthouse apartment from the luxurious chairs to the hand woven rug.

"Don't you have a place like this Glow?"

"No I've just got a modest townhouse"

"That's part of the reason why I brought you here tonight darling"

"To talk to me...about, my...my living arrangements?" Gloria was wrong footed, she felt like her feet were slipping from beneath her, despite everything she had a hunger. 

"You're not maximizing your potential Glow, I've seen you shopping, I've seen your need for attention, I've seen how you lit up when we found you at our restaurant, how you recognized yourself in us" Lexi closed the space on the couch and started to caress Gloria's arm gently

Gloria felt the tingles forming goosebumps and spreading up into her body "do you know who I am Glow?"

"Er...Lexi?" Gloria breathed out enraptured

"Yes Gloria" the change back to her normal name with an impatient time shocked Gloria like she was being rebuked by a favorite teacher "but i can be so much more to you" her hand moved to Gloria's neck "if that's what you want" Lexi paused looking into her eyes "I can be your teacher, your coach, I can be your lover if you choose" Lexi leaned in until Gloria could almost taste her, oh how she wanted to taste her despite herself "you want me don't you?"

Gloria had never wanted anything so much, yet she knew this was wrong, this wasn't her, it was the Device's influence affecting her, she felt her thong's crotch start to dampen, "You're very attractive, but I've never..."

Lexi closed in closer until in the act of speaking Gloria's lips brushed against hers, I can't do this, I have a son, I love men, I'm attracted to men not women. 

 "I've never.... with a girl.....I can't..." Lexi saw Gloria's pupils dilate and her checks flush, her eyes darting between her gaze and her lips, Gloria's hand reached up to touch the side of Lexi's face and she tentatively kissed her, she broke off her eyes wide, a mixture of passion, confusion, and fear.

She couldn't do this, she wouldn't, she'd take the device and set herself back to normal, this was too much, she had to go back now.

"Morality is something we choose, it isn't real, take me, you know inside you're worth it Glow"

She heard her name and it was like a lock broke inside her broke open, all the tumblers turned as one and the doors flew open.

"I want this Lexi, more than I've ever wanted anything I want this"

Gloria's old morals were cast aside as Glow took over seizing Lexi and kissing her lustfully, her passion overtook any worry she may have had before, this was who she was meant to be, here living like this, with her BFF Lexi.

Glow pulled down Lexi's dress and gently started to kiss all over her chest occasionally flicking her nipples which soon turned into kisses and then she sucked Lexi's hard nipples into her mouth all the time allowing her hands to roam all over her lover's firm toned body. Lexi's skin was like nothing she'd ever tasted before.

"I knew you you'd like this Glow"

Glow knew there was no turning back now, she liked being a bad girl she needed Lexi, her hand found her lover's hot wet sex and she felt Lexi's body respond as she started to gently play with her lips.

"You're such a bad girl Glow, you're one of us"

No Limits (Gloria's Device III)

 The next morning I awoke laid on my bed with my hand still grasping Blue, sometime in the night I must have fallen asleep with him still inside me and the batteries had run out.

I laughed lightly thinking that even the Energizer bunny can't go on and on like the Gloria.  I took out Blue after manually fucking myself myself to one more orgasm, with my needs sated for now I stretched out and felt ready to start my day.

Placing Blue in pride of place on my bed side table I headed to the shower to clean myself off of the previous night's exertions. As I walked into the bathroom I gazed into the mirror at the beautiful goddess staring back at me

"What a delightful creature you are, you are truly glorious"

A wave of pride spread through me and a broad smile erupted on my face

"I think we need to get freshened up and share you with the world, we wouldn't want to be accused of being selfish, although maybe a little selfishness suits me now"

Gloria took a wonderful long indulgent shower where she was quite proud that she was able to restrict herself to just one "relaxation" break.

"God this body is incorrigible"

She said eyeing herself lustfully

"Oh you're one sexy bitch Gloria but presentation is everything"

Gloria sat down at her vanity to work on the preparation for her new body's debut in the world. 

She started what should have been the daunting task of getting ready, after all she hadn't "dolled" herself up for decades, and even then had been infrequently.

"I was such a dreary woman" Gloria said with disgust "no fancy night's out, no partying, no indulgence"

In fact Gloria had only ever made love with one man, Paul, James' dad, although she was statting to get the feeling that making love might not describe what she wanted to do now. 

"Mmm, I think I may need to make up for some lost time"

The device's effects though had given e her incredible confidence and also what seemed to be an encyclopedic knowledge with an aptitude for hair and makeup styles, she whisked through her preperation like it was second nature.

"'I'm going to have to upgrade my supply of beauty products, I'll need to do this every day, after all a woman should always look her best"

It was like she'd been doing this two to three times a day for her entire life, looking at herself in the mirror she was impressed with her new skills

"I could be a beautician, but that would be a waste"

Now there was only one stumbling block left.

Gloria remembered, to her dismay that she had a stunning lack of decent clothes, she was going to have to cobble together an outfit from the meager resources at hand. Going through her wardrobe like a whirlwind she managed to put together an outfit of a pair of yoga pants she owned because they were comfortable for relaxing in, a sweater and a pair of sneakers. As an outfit it was not something the new Gloria would ever choose willingly but it would probably suffice until she got to the first store. Looking in the mirror she looked approvingly,

 

"Fuck with this face and body I could probably make a potato sack work, I definitely wouldn't say no"

Even so Gloria knew her new vanity demanded a fresh outfit or two, luckily James had given her a credit card in his name that she rarely used, she still had money of her own, from Paul's pension and life insurance, it made her feel independent. James had said though she could buy whatever she wanted.

When James had first given her the card to prove the point that she could buy whatever she wanted he'd made her buy her a brand new fully loaded Porsche, at the time Gloria had wanted something practical like an SUV but he'd insisted. James had gone as far as to invoke his father's memory saying it was what his dad would have wanted, he'd reminded her that growing up she and Paul, had often joked that once James flew the nest they'd buy a Porsche and tour the country. Paul didn't make it a year past James' graduation and they'd never had enough money to buy a nice car for themselves anyway, let alone a Porsche. 

Gloria was happy now that she'd acquiesced that day, she loved the way her Porsche made her feel. 

So today though was the day when Gloria would finally use James' generosity on one or two items for herself. 

Gloria soon discovered that she adored shopping, at her first stop she found the perfect outfit to change into so she would look the part whilst scouring the stores.

She even took her first selfie as much to document her progress as to remind herself of this moment if she ever had to give up this new life. 

"Gloria you are truly a divine creature"

She said looking at the picture. She loved the way the clothes hugged her new body, the way the six inch heels on her boots made her tuck in her cute ass and pushed back her shoulders so her tits were pushed out so all could see how glorious Gloria's new body was, she loved high heels, she'd never worn more than a kitten heel before today.

Gloria couldn't wait to show off her look where the world could see her, she wanted to be on display, like a fine work of art, admired and lusted after. 

It was like Gloria was being vdrawn to all the right stores and the right looks by a guiding hand, the device must have given her an instinctive knowledge of fashion. She knew what would look sexy and she bought it all, her initial reticence about using James' card conveniently forgotten. 

Gloria seemed to give off an aura of confidence, the cashiers at every store loved her and waited on her like she was a celebrity, she seemed to have a magnetism that attracted those around her, she even thought she spotted two stunning young women checking her out.

"Well who wouldn't, I am gorgeous"

Gloria had never been attracted to other women before but she could definitely appreciate how she might fall for someone who looked and smelled like the women who surrounded her, she felt intoxicated by the attention, the more she got the more she craved.

There was practically no limit to James' credit card and Gloria was trying to test that fact. At one store the checkout took much longer than she had expected, but after a the wait whilst he cashier made a phonecall everything carried on as before, James wasn't lying, that was a $30,000 purchase. 

By the time she started to get hungry Gloria had practically bought a whole new wardrobe of the most elegant and stylish clothes and shoes. Gloria had discovered a particularly fondness for beautiful shoes and boots with high heels, she purchased six pair in one shop, the one where she'd spent $30K.

As the day progressed Gloria wasn't getting tired, thank you Device, but her stomach started to insist she that was hungry, so reluctantly she stopped for a light lunch, she walked into a particularly fancy restaurant and was quickly seated, despite seeming very busy.  Everyone seemed to be bending over backwards for her today, being beautiful seemed to make life so much easier. 

Gloria's was enjoying the exquisite food when she saw the two women who were checking her out earlier come in to the restaurant, the blonde girl broke off from her friend and confidently strode up to her. 

"Excuse me but myself and Julianne, my friend over there, saw you shopping a couple of times earlier today and we couldn't help but notice you were alone all day so we wondered since we share a similar taste in fashion and restaurants whether you might enjoy some company for a while"

Gloria had seemed to attract attention everywhere she went today, most of the times she just brushed it off, this time however Gloria looked both of these women up and down her brief glimpse earlier was quickly confirmed, these girls were stunning, both women were exceptionally well dressed and appeared to be in their 20's, obviously well taken care of financially, and both dressed to impress. Girls like this didn't work so they were probably out taking advantage of their husband or father's credit cards. Instinctively Gloria decided they would definitely have a lot in common with who she was now, and since she didn't really have any friends anymore, or really ever for that matter, she could use some new friends. 

After that lightning calculation she decided that yes she could use some company.

"Please sit down she said, I'm new in town and could use some friendly faces"