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.
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.
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