Rosalind gets a Rosier outlook

Rosalind was beat down and tired

This job is slowly fucking killing me. I'm getting fat chained to this counter, I'm so miserable, desperate and depressed, I'm not sure how much longer I can do this for before I lose my fucking mind or quit in a fit of rage.

At that moment a customer walked through the door and as always she plastered on her big fat fake ass customer service smile and found her happy voice, dying a little bit more inside. 

"Hello Maam, how can I help you today"

Inside she was screaming in complete and total desperation. 

On her break Rosalind started mindlessly scrolling through her Twitter feed when almost without thinking she tweeted

'Dirty DM's encouraged', someone out there might be able to help her escape this torture.

Almost instantaneously she recieved a DM from one of her followers, Ladybelladonna, that was strange she'd never interacted with her before.  

'Your pussy starts to get hot and wet, you have a growing need for something'

Rosalind read the tweet again, her mouth dropped open aghast, what the hell is this, I think I might block this lewd woman, her finger hovered over the block button but something stirring inside her stopped her from hitting it.

What am I doing, a tweet shouldn't make me horny, it's just words on some stupid app.

'You know what to do Roslyn', came another DM from Belladonna. What kind of idiot are they, they misspelled my fucking name, 'crawl over to your mistress'

Roslyn was starting to get increasingly horny, she could feel the wetness building in her thong. She'd just serve these drinks and then take her 15 minute break, enough time to go to the bathroom before grabbing a quick snack.

Glancing at her phone she saw another DM, 'The reality you're in is so much better when you get down on your knees and submit to your new mistress my sweet girl'

Roslyn started touching her hot engorged pussy in the bathroom stall. She never did this, this wasn't like her, these dirty, sexy messages were driving her crazy she was starting to lose her mind, she had to log off the app.

'Just sit there and let your Lady please you'

Fuck this was so hot, she felt the urgency building, she grabbed a nipple and bit her lip in lustful need, she was ready to explode.

Suddenly there was a knock on her dressing room door.

"Rose you're on in 10"

Rose smiled she knew she'd cum later she always liked to warm up before a show. She took one last look at her phone to check on her salacious admirer. 

'You're such a beautiful hot, wet, slut, oh the things you're going to do Rose'

She smiled knowingly and took a quick selfie and sent it to back to her mystery admirer. 

Looking in the mirror one more time she finished up her outfit before standing and heading for the door.

Rose stepped out on to the stage into the spotlight and felt a rush of adrenaline like it was her first time doing this. 

"Time to earn your money you hot bitch"

Rose left the stage to lustful catcalls and applause, retrieving her tips as she went. She took care to give her admirers a good long look at her perfect tits and wet pussy as she went, after all they'd paid well for this glimpse at her sinful body.

'If I wasn't paid so well I'd do this for free', she thought, 'I love knowing that every cock and pussy in the house would die for one night with me and I can choose who gets that gift'

Rose used her charm and wit to schmooze her whales as she returned to her dressing room eager to reply to her Lady's message.

'You know just how to make me feel even more special and naughty, getting me sopping wet for my adoring audience at work'

Rose loved her job, she got paid to be naughty, to flirt, get wet, often she'd even meet up with a special patron, one who had enough money or who's body had caught her eye. Tonight she'd arranged to meet an interesting anonymous woman on the internet, a Bella. 

They'd arranged to meet at a club soon after her shift had finished, usually she was wiped out and wanted to rest and relax but tonight she felt reinvigorated.  

Entering the club she knew every eye was on her but she walked with purpose and disdain of the lustful eyes feasting on her body, heading straight to her goal. The beautiful woman she desired sat waiting for her at the bar as they'd arranged. 

"Hello gorgeous", she addressed this vision, "so do you want to get a drink here or maybe go somewhere else" she smiled at Bella

In that instant she felt an explosive orgasm sweep through her whole body, her knees weakened as she dropped onto the waiting barstool she was overtaken by a flash of realization.

This wasn't her, this wasn't her life, she worked at a boring miserable job in retail, killing herself every day for nothing, no thanks, pathetic pay, she'd been going nowhere and was getting there fast. 

Bella looked her up and down approvingly with a knowing smile, "So, do you like the new you Rosie?"

Rosie couldn't stop herself she held her lady's face in her hands and kissed her enthusiastically in complete unadulterated relief, need, gratitude, and lust.

Rosie was free, she was finally free, she loved this life, her new career, but most of all she loved her Lady

"What do you want my Lady, I am yours to command"

Bella smiled wickedly, "I want you to cum on my face so when I kiss you you taste yourself but most of all what I want is for you to be the real you and to take whatever you want from this world, it's all yours"

"Why Bella?", a tear of joy rolled down Rosie's cheek. 

"Because you're my Rosie now"

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.