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"