The Coven
By Madcat
An unsuspecting male dives into a world of witchcraft and female domination.


Tim looked down at his girlfriend and wondered to himself how long he could
keep his pledge. The young man had made the promise two years ago as a senior
in high school. It seemed logical at the time. After all, sex before marriage
was a dangerous thing and against god's teachings. Tim and his youth group at
church had all taken the vow.

Life used to be so simple. Then Tim met Heather during his sophomore year in
college. Both journalism majors, the young coed stole his heart. She had long
blonde hair, a toned athletic body and an ass to die for. They had been
friends for months before they started dating 6 weeks ago. Tim remembered the
night that their relationship changed. The young couple had been studying
alone in her apartment when their eyes met. Something passed between them. The
beautiful coed took the lead and kissed her friend. It was magical.

They did everything but that. Heather knew of his vow and that he was still a
virgin. She respected this decision. But that didn't make things any easier
for Tim. When school ended, he decided to spend the summer living with Heather
and her two roommates. The young man was now in a strange city hundreds of
miles from home. He had unwittingly immersed himself in a world of temptation.

His eyes scanned her luscious body as they sat together on the couch. The girl
watched TV and seemed unaware of his attention. She wore tight green shorts
with no visible panty lines. A small white tank top covered her tanned torso.
Heather liked to workout and it showed. Firm little muscles covered her lithe
figure. She possessed a vibrant, healthy sex appeal giving the impression she
could go all night.

The only disappointing part of her figure were her smallish breasts. Barely a
B cup, they stood tall and proud despite their lack of size. But Tim loved to
play with them anyway. His hand reached down and cupped her right breast as
she snuggled close to him.

The nipple hardened quickly in response to his caress. Heather looked up and
said, "Not now silly, my roommates might see."

The roommates, god, how he hated the roommates. Donna was tall, leggy,
brunette, drop dead gorgeous, intimidating and domineering. She also had
large, full breasts that Tim caught himself staring at more than he should.
Lisa was a slender, nubile black girl. She had relatively light skin and a
cheery personality. The girl seemed to radiate sexuality and often pranced
around the house with little clothing. But she also had a scary side. Lisa
openly practiced witchcraft.

As a devoutly religious man, Tim found the occult inherently distasteful. He
made no secret of his beliefs and Lisa responded by mocking his faith. The two
almost came to blows one evening before Heather stepped in. Tim wasn't afraid
or anything like that. He stood a head taller than Lisa and out weighed the
little tart by 75 lbs. Yet, there was something unnerving about the girl. She
openly tempted him and seemed to enjoy his torment.

All three girls seemed unusually close. They had no other friends. Outside of
Tim, the girls had no steady boyfriends. They spent a lot of time locked in
the basement together doing god knows what. Even Heather became evasive about
this activity when Tim asked. The girls made it clear that he was forbidden to
go down there at any time.

Both Donna and Lisa knew about his pledge and took a distinct interest in it.
That made Tim all the more uncomfortable around the other two girls. He worked
a lot at the pizza shop and avoided the roommates as much as possible.

"OK, let's go upstairs." Tim said.

"Sure," Heather replied with a smile. She didn't need to be asked twice. The
couple leapt off the couch and beat feet up to her bedroom.

The blonde made short work of his clothes as soon as they got behind closed
doors. She pulled him close and ran her finger down to his firm posterior.
They kissed.

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore." The young man said out of the blue. He
looked down into her clear blue eyes.

Heather pressed against his excited body. She still wore her clothing. That
was one of their golden rules. They never got naked at the same time. "No,
sweetheart, you made your promise. It's important that you keep it. I don't
want to be responsible for you being sinful."

"But Heather, ... "

"No buts about it." The girl replied, cutting him off. "Let me help you with
your little problem."

Her hand went between his legs and Heather led him over to the bed. Tim knew
what to do. He laid down first. His girlfriend took her spot on his right and
went to work. Thirty seconds later it was all over. Tim covered his chest with
thick, white goo.

"You were right as usual." The man said breathlessly. "Thanks for being so
strong."

"You can show me just how thankful you are." She replied with a devilish grin.

Tim got up, wiped himself off, put on his shorts and knelt beside the bed.
Heather spread her tanned legs. She was already naked. He ran his hands along
her strong thighs before tasting her femininity. The girl purred with pleasure
as he serviced her long into the night.

It was well past midnight when he went back downstairs to the couch with his
pillow. Tom officially resided in the attic and it was far to hot for
sleeping. Just as he lay down, Lisa entered the family room from the kitchen.
She wore little red panties and a tight tee shirt. The girl's dark nipples
poked noticeably thru the white fabric.

"Hey, hunk. Is the couch comfortable? You sure you don't want to come sleep
with me?" she asked.

And for the first time, young Tim actually considered the offer. "No, no
thanks." He muttered.

Lisa seemed to sense his confusion. Much to his dismay, she walked over to the
couch and straddled his shoulders. This spread her legs and placed her
femininity hovering over his lips.

"Well, maybe you aren't man enough for me. Maybe you just want to eat my pussy
just like you do with Heather." The dark beauty said from her position of
power.

Tim got mad at this outrageous stunt. It went far beyond anything she had
tried before. "Get off me." He cursed.

The man struggled quietly but there was little he could do. Lisa pinned his
arms and had her full weight on his shoulders. Plus, Tim was terrified of
being caught in this erotic position.

"Kiss it first." The black girl demanded.

He stopped struggling and looked at her sex outlined against the red fabric.
Like a moth to a flame, she drew him in. Tim kissed her tentatively at first
but his tongue quickly ventured out. Lisa grabbed his hair and held him close
for at least a minute.

"You like eating my pussy, don't you boy?" Lisa asked, pushing his head back.

Tim just nodded, shaking with desire for the little nymph. At this point, he
would have done anything for her. She surprised him again by dismounting his
body and breezing away.

"You'll be perfect." The black witch whispered cryptically.

Still trembling, Tim watched the girl and her glorious ass disappear up the
stairs. He pondered her enigmatic statement only briefly as his hand ventured
down to his rigid manhood. Poor Tim guiltily assuaged his anguished erection.
He tried to visualize Heather but Lisa kept creeping into his lustful
thoughts.

It ended with Tim pinned under the nubile black girl while she took him
against his will. The erotic fantasy was by far the strangest of his young
life. Sleep came slowly to the troubled young man. When it finally did come,
it was filled with even more twisted fantasy.

The male dreamed that he was down in the basement. How he got there, Tim did
not know. He was nude and tied spread eagle to the cold concrete floor.
Candles lit the room and he slowly recognized his three beautiful roommates in
the semi-darkness. The girls dressed in odd black outfits and paid him scant
attention. Tim tried to call out to Heather but found that he could neither
move nor speak.

Lisa turned to him and began to write on his naked flesh. Then Donna stepped
between his legs and dropped her black cloak. She wore only a thong underneath
and Tim watched as she moved to a sensual but silent rhythm. The tall brunette
had a perfect female body: long legs, wide hips, narrow waist and huge
breasts. Her creamy skin seemed to pulsate in the dim candle light. The man
felt a stirring in his loins.

His girlfriend looked him in the eye and smiled. She seemed unconcerned about
Donna's actions or his arousal. Her blonde locks and beautiful smile just made
him more aroused. The bizarre ritual went on and on. Tim wished he could move
or talk but couldn't. His excitement continued unabated though and he soon
felt Lisa scribbling on his rock hard tool.

Then the girls locked hands around him. They start to chant. Tim noticed that
all of the women had doffed their cloaks and stood topless. Their words meant
nothing to the male, but their song had a sexual edge. Then he felt another
presence in the room. It was dark, evil and decidedly male.

Tim awoke with a start, his heart racing. He looked around. The basement was
long gone and the sun high in the air. The man sighed with relief as he
recognized the living room. It was just a bad dream.

He rolled off the couch and touched himself. His briefs bulged with pent up
sexual desire. Tim wrote off all of last night's weirdness to his rigid
chastity. It was past time to loose his virginity, the man thought as he
trudged up to the bathroom.

The shower refreshed his tired body. He turned the water as cold as he could
take, trying to drive off the lustful thoughts that plagued him. It failed.
His manhood stayed at full attention. He gave up and slowly started to wash.
That's when he first felt it on his side. Tim looked down and barely made out
a weird black mark the size of a nickel. He tried to clean it but the soap
didn't touch the strange black lines. His mind turned to Lisa in his dream.
She had written all over him. The man bent and twisted but could not quite get
a good look at it. Irrational fears, fueled by the bizarre dream, pushed him.
He needed the mirror.

The male threw back the shower curtain and jumped out of his skin. It was
Donna, tall, beautiful, goddess-like Donna, standing right there in front of
the stall. She wore a black business suit that could barely contain her
massive female chest.

"I didn't mean to scare you." The brunette said with a smile, her eyes
gravitating the giant shaft sprouting up between his legs.

Tim covered himself with the shower curtain. "It's OK. You just surprised me.
You should knock first." He stammered, looking up at the tall beauty. They
normally were about the same height but this morning Donna had on 4" heels.

"And you shouldn't be playing with yourself in the shower. I just wanted to
stop and see if you were OK. You didn't look so good on the couch this
morning. You looked feverish."

"Well, I'm OK now." He added, looking at her twin peaks.

"I can see that. You like my breasts, don't you."

Busted! Tim just nodded.

"Come here." Donna said, removing the curtain from his hand. He stepped out of
the shower and stood before the goddess, naked and wet.

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked.

No! His mind screamed but his hands moved anyways. They slipped inside her
dark jacket and cupped the wonderful globes thru her blouse and bra. Donna
pulled his nude, trembling body close and kissed him. Her red lips felt
incredibly warm and inviting. She maneuvered him over to the counter as her
hand found his giant manhood.

"F--- me," he whispered as she kissed him hungrily. Tim barely noticed it when
the girl picked him up and placed him by the sink.

"Ah-ah-ah," the brunette said as she pried his hand off her overripe melons.
"What about your promise? What about Heather? You have to stay a virgin."

Tim watched in amazement as the girl bent his arms behind his back. She
pressed her voluptuous female body against his. He wanted desperately to touch
her but couldn't.

"Why?" he managed to say with his head buried against her great bosom.

"You will understand it very soon. But promise me during this hard time that
you won't be tempted to break your vow."

"OK." Tim moaned in ecstasy. Donna released his arms and touched him
intimately. He exploded with pleasure.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Tim went to work as usual but could not
get his mind off the three girls. He forgot about his bizarre dream, the weird
mark and the unusual encounters with Donna and Lisa. The young man thought of
sex and only sex.

For most lads Tim's age, this was not too unusual. But for Tim it was. His
virginity now felt like a curse. He felt a sudden a burning desire to rid
himself of this thing. It also caused him to work most of the afternoon with a
prominent bulge in his pants. His mental state only deteriorated as the day
wore on.

Feigning illness, Tim left work early. He rushed home eager to see Heather.
His mind filled with horrible, perverted thoughts as he drove. Tim, normally a
sweet and rather timid boy, dreamed of forcing himself on his girlfriend and
doing her until she begged him to stop. He ran straight upstairs as soon as
arrived home.

"Hello, handsome." Heather said as he entered her room. The blonde lay on her
double bed, reading.

Tim didn't answer. Instead, he walked over to her and yanked down her pink
shorts. Getting the drift, Heather peeled off her tee shirt. She was nude now
except for a dainty white thong encasing her powerful hips.

"I like it when you take charge." She purred like a sex kitten.

Heather expected her boyfriend to get on his knees and service her. But he
didn't. Tim stripped off his pizza boy uniform in one quick motion and tackled
his girlfriend on the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he pinned her arms beside her head. His
arms seemed to bulge with male power. A part of the girl wanted to submit to
this primal fury that was once her boyfriend.

Tim just laughed as he kissed her roughly. Alarmed, Heather tried to throw him
off but couldn't. Her boyfriend seemed impossibly strong now. So the girl
screamed.

The first sign of doubt flickered across his handsome face as the loud noise
cut thru him. Tim looked like a man caught sleep walking. "I'm sorry," he
whispered as the door burst open.

Donna and Lisa entered the room in a rush. Heather used the distraction to
toss her boyfriend off the bed. He landed on all fours and scrambled to his
feet.

"This isn't what you think." Tim tried to explain.

"I know exactly what this is." Donna announced, cutting him off. She had just
returned from her job as a paralegal and still wore the same black business
suit and high heels. Her size and sex appeal commanded immediate authority.

"Don't worry girls, I have everything under control now." Heather interjected.
She suppressed a pang of jealousy. Tim seemed more and more like her boyfriend
every day.

"Do you?" Donna challenged.

"Yeah, I do. Everything is cool."

"He needs to be punished for this. He needs to know that we are in control. It
is very important during this critical time." The tall brunette replied.

"But, but ... "

"Do it Heather. Teach him a lesson. Or I will." Donna threatened.

The blonde turned to a speechless Tim. He still didn't have a clue as to what
was going on. His body as well as his mind seemed a bit different. Tim's male
part seemed even larger than normal. His chest and abs rippled with new,
well-defined musculature. He was still Tim but perhaps a better version.

"Do what you are told, Timothy. Don't make this any harder than it has to be.
Bend over and put your hands on my dresser." The blonde said, her hands on her
wide hips.

Timothy. She only called him that when things were dead serious. But Tim was
in no mood to submit to Heather or any other of these wacko chicks. For the
first time, he wondered if his relationship with the beautiful blonde a
mistake.

"I don't think so. Listen, I'm sorry about a couple of ... " the naked male
started.

"I'm not going to tell you again. Don't make me force you." Heather warned.

"What are talking about? You can't ... "

This time she interrupted him with a right cross. It was a solid punch and
caught the unsuspecting male on the chin. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"I can make you do anything I want. Now get up and put your hands dresser."
The blonde ordered, her little breasts heaving angrily.

Tim barely understood a word. The punch had stunned him both physically and
mentally. He could not believe his sweet little thing had decked him.
"You-you-you hit me." The male stuttered.

"That's right and I'll hit you again unless you start obeying orders."

Despite this impressive display of female superiority, Tim still considered
himself the man of the house. He was bigger and stronger than any of these
chicks, and if they wanted to play rough, then the picked the wrong guy. Tim
lunged at the tanned hard body in the dainty white thong.

If Tim thought women were the weaker sex, then he messed with the wrong one.
Heather had received her black belt at age twelve and practiced daily. She
moved with the speed and confidence of a trained fighter. A strong but
feminine forearm smashed his back. It sent the unfortunate male face first
into the rug on the floor.

Still a little dazed, he tried to stand but Heather jumped on his back and
forced him down. She wrestled control of both his newly muscular arms and bent
them painfully behind him. The battle was over. It was short, sweet and a
crushing female victory.

"Owww, you're hurting me." Tim cried with his face flush against the floor.

"Submit to me." Heather replied, her tone merciless. She increased the
pressure on his arms.

"Okayyyy, I submit. Please."

"Good, now stand up." The blonde commanded as she got to her feet.

Tim stood over and looked at the other two fully dressed ladies. They were
smiling ear to ear at his naked humiliation. He could not even bring himself
to look Heather.

She grabbed him by the hair and one armed him over to the dresser. His overt
masculinity had disappeared. Tim now looked fragile and weak as he sobbed
openly. Even his manhood seemed smaller though it still stood at full
attention. "Bend over." The girl ordered.

The young man followed her orders. He had no choice. Tim didn't even complain
when he saw his sweetheart draw the belt from the top dresser drawer. These
girls enjoyed this and they would not be denied their final moments of fun.

Heather drew her hand lovingly down the leather belt. She didn't want to admit
it but she was enjoying this depraved spectacle. The blonde always considered
herself to be the girl next door: soft, sweet, and totally feminine. Now,
flushed with victory, she felt alive, powerful, and in control. Tim, bent over
and waiting for her, never looked sexier. When Heather cracked the belt on his
rear, a warm thrill passed thru her body.

Something else completely passed thru her boyfriend's virile body. He tried to
tough it out but the pain overwhelmed him. The boy yelped and his body jerked.

Donna and Lisa giggled at his discomfort, but not Heather. It electrified the
young blonde. Her next blows came harder and faster. She tingled all over as
the male wilted under her savagery. The girl's lust fed her already prodigious
arm strength. Finally, Tim could take no more and collapsed. Heather stopped
and looked down at the broken man.

She walked over to Donna and spat, "Are you happy now?"

"Yes, you did well." The tall brunette replied.

"Get the hell out." The fiery little blonde replied. She was repelled by what
had just happened and thoroughly disgusted with her part in it.

"I'm not leaving you two alone together. We are too close now to take any
chances." Donna said walking over to the naked male.

He was on his hands and knees still trying to understand exactly what had just
happened. The tall goddess scooped him up in both arms, cradled the injured
lad and carried him out the door.

Tim was alone with Donna now but he took no solace from that. She laid him on
her big, soft bed gently.

"Roll over on your stomach. I'll be right back." The beautiful brunette said
with a smile.

The naked male complied with her demand. Memories of the brutal spanking
flooded his mind. He only now realized that Donna had carried his 180 lbs
almost effortlessly down the hall and into the bedroom. An odd pressure
against his stomach told him he was fully aroused. Yet the burning desires he
felt during the afternoon had dissipated.

Tim about jumped off the bed when her cold hand touched his rouge posterior.

"Don't worry, silly. It's just some ointment. It'll make you feel much
better." Donna cooed. She rubbed it across his taut buttocks.

It did feel better. Soon his rear felt cool and sweet. The girl used two hands
and they quickly started to wander. Her right hand went between his legs and
seized him intimately. She gently massaged him.

"How does that feel?" The gorgeous brunette asked.

"Good." He whispered. Tim wanted to fight her. He wanted to run away from this
house of horror but couldn't. It did feel good, real good. The man got to all
fours to give her better access to his private parts.

"Are you going to come?" she asked as her hand worked.

"Yessss ... " he replied. An afternoon of sexual frustration was about to end.

Donna stopped. She rolled him over and kissed his him. It was deep and
passionate. Her hand went back to his manhood as the girl smothered his mouth.
Tim began to shake and jerk involuntarily. The brunette squeezed him, delaying
the final gratification for a few burning seconds. But when it came, it really
came.

Tim lay dazed as Donna used a tissue paper to clean up every last drop. She
did so with a kindness and devotion that Tim just didn't expect. Upon
finishing this anointed task, the girl kissed him chastely on the forehead and
stood up.

"What a long day a work." She said as if nothing had happened. Donna started
to undress.

"What's going on here?" he asked, still lying naked on the bed.

"That depends on your perspective." She answered while removing her blouse.

"Why don't you just answer my question?" Tim replied. His eyes glued to her
sweet melons cradled in a lacy white bra.

"Because you wouldn't understand. Just be good for a couple of more days." The
woman said while she removed her black skirt.

"Try me." Tim said. He got off the bed and tried to stand up to her. The girl
looked pure as the driven snow in her white lacy underwear.

"OK," the girl replied as she grabbed his shoulders and bent him over
backwards. Tim resisted but it didn't make any difference. Donna quickly
pinned his arms to the bed. The male tried to lift his arms but couldn't. It
slowly dawned on him just how strong this lovely lady was.

Donna leaned over him not touching his naked body. "Don't ask too many
questions. You won't like the answers. Just enjoy it and do as I tell you.
OK?"

Tim marveled at her strength. She held him down with contemptuous easy. The
girl was big but had no discernable musculature. Yet, she seemed as strong as
a pro football player. "Sure," he croaked.

She released him and placed her hands on her luscious hips. "Good. Now there
is just one other thing I need you to do."

"What?" Tim asked tentatively.

The girl slid out of her panties. She handed them to him. "Wear these. Don't
take them off for any reason. Do you understand?"

He nodded and took the panties, totally in awe of her female powers.

"Well, put them on, silly." She ordered, still standing over him.

The man did as he was told. The feminine garment felt alien and strange as it
encased his manliness.

"Get on your knees."

He did, gazing at her thick, black bush. She grabbed his hair and forced him
to look in her deep brown eyes. "You have done well, Timmy. Keep up the good
work and you will be rewarded beyond measure. Now kiss my feet."

Again, he complied with her command. Donna looked down at her slave. They
chose well, she thought, very well.

It wasn't until he got up into the attic did the weirdness of his submission
to Donna strike home. Tim didn't dare take of the white panties but he covered
them with some dark cut-offs. The man put on a tee shirt and wondered if he
could go downstairs and face the girls after what had just transpired. He
slowly worked up the courage and tried to figure out what was happening. These
obviously were not ordinary girls. They all had some strange interest in him
that seemed to be centered on his virginity. He considered leaving but knew
instinctively that these chicks would not let him walk away. His fingers
absentmindedly caressed the mark on his side as he went downstairs.

The girls were just finishing supper. He sat down at the table cautiously, not
sure what to expect. But they treated him just like it was any other day. The
lighthearted banter at the dinner table continued well into the evening. Tim
did dishes as always, still very much aware of the white lace panties.

Afterwards, Lisa, Heather and Tim enjoyed a swell game of Scrabble. Again the
girls acted as if nothing had happened. Heather gave no hint of the savage
beating she imposed on him earlier. But Tim could not forget. He almost hated
her now. She crushed him in the Scrabble game.

"Can we talk for a minute?" the blonde said as they cleaned up the coffee
table.

"It's getting late, we can talk in the morning." Tim offered. He really didn't
want to be alone with her at the moment.

"It will only take a minute." She said, taking his arm and leading her
boyfriend up to her bedroom.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I don't know what came over me."
Heather said as soon as they closed the door.

"Forget it. We're thru. In the morning, I'm packing my stuff and going home."
He blurted out.

"Don't. You know she won't let you leave. Even if you sneak away, she will
find you."

"Donna?"

Heather nodded. "And Lisa for that matter. I'm sorry I got you mixed up in any
of this. Now take off your clothes."

"What?"

"I want to see how bad I hurt you, now strip." The blonde said, hands on her
hips.

"I said we were thru. Get your jollies whipping some other poor shmuck." Tim
said, heading for the door. Not surprisingly, Heather blocked his exit.

"Still don't get it do you. You will always be mine. Now get out of your
clothes or I'll do it for you." Came the dire warning.

"But ... "

Heather tackled him immediately as if she was waiting for the opportunity. He
fought back but it was halfhearted and ineffective. They both knew who would
win this thing. The blonde pinned her boyfriend and removed his tee shirt.

"Please, Heather, don't do this." He begged.

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The violence of the event only added to her
lust. She unbuckled his cut offs and yanked them down. The girl stifled a
giggle.

"Those are nice. Where did you get them?" she said, smiling.

"Donna made me where them."

"Of course she did. Now stand up."

The girl led him to the side of her bed and bent him over. She gave his
backside a quick look as her left hand found the strange mark on his flank.

"Amazing, you have healed already." She whispered almost to herself. The girl
ran her hands up his hairless chest causing his body to straighten. "Let me
show you what a wonderful girl I can be."

She got on her knees and went down on him for the first time. Heather was
right. She proved to be a wonderful girl.

Tim tried to sleep in the attic but couldn't. It proved to be too darn hot and
the male just could not get comfortable in his female under garment. So he
went down stairs and slept on the couch.

Again, he had a restless sleep. His dreams lacked the previous night's realism
but they were equally sick. In them, Tim took his vengeance upon the three
roommates and other innocent women. He ravished them and they enjoyed every
twisted second of it. The dream sequences got more and more intense. He awoke
panting on the couch, his dick rock hard and his panties around his ankles.

"Good morning sleepy head." Lisa said from the other couch.

"What did you do to me?" Tim asked while coving his sizzling man flesh with
his sheet.

"Nothing, but you seemed to be having a hell of a dream."

"Where is everyone?"

"At work. They elected me to stay home with you today. I think we should do
something fun, don't you?" the dark skinned girl replied. She stood up and
walked over to the couch. Lisa wore a simple, yellow sun dress.

Tim stood up to meet her. He let the sheet fall away. His throbbing manhood
stuck out like a lance. The boy's chest looked like something off a Greek
statue. He flexed his muscles and saw steely power in his arms.

"Ouwie baby, how 'bout you get on your knees and eat my pussy like your
promised me." Lisa declared, running her fingertips down his rippling chest.

"I don't think so, bitch." Tim growled grabbing her and forcing the girl back
to the fireplace. He felt strong, alive and totally different.

Pinning her arms with just one hand, the male ripped off her sun dress with
just one hand. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"You're going to have to pay for that you know." The nubile black girl said
confidently.

Her lack of fear infuriated him. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy." The
Tim thing said.

"I doubt it." Lisa replied. She started chanting in some strange tongue. The
words confused him. He felt tired all of a sudden. Tim told her to shut up but
the witch was gone.

"Over here stupid."

He spun around and lunged at the female. But something even stranger happened.
She grabbed his hands stopped him cold. The man's heavily muscled arms seemed
weak and powerless. Then his world went blank.

Tim awoke on the floor, his head encased between black thighs. A musty scent
assaulted his nostrils.

"My, my you are getting more powerful, aren't you? It won't be long." Lisa
said. "Donna my be strong and Heather smart, but I have powers those bimbos
can't even dream of. In a few days you will learn to serve me and only me."

She grabbed his hair. "You know what to do."

He did and quite well. Lisa had wanted this for a long time. Great pleasures
racked her body for a half an hour. Then the girl retreated back to the couch
and lay down. Using her powers always made her weary. She fell asleep buck
naked.

The male got up slowly, his mind unclear on exactly what had transpired. Tim
could taste the little Nubian princess. That much he did remember. He looked
down. Much of his body had returned to its normal, unremarkable dimensions.
Only the white lace panties remained. He limped into the kitchen, thirsty for
some orange juice.

The door was open. He stopped drinking and looked at it. The way to the
basement was unbarred. He knew there were answers down in the darkness. The
man gathered his courage and entered the forbidden room.

Tim didn't dare turn on the lights so he moved cautiously. It felt like he had
been there before. Of course, he had and the male finally put two and two
together. They were witches, real ones. He saw everything: the circle,
candles, tomes and a bunch of stuff he could only guess at. Tim also felt a
presence, something vile and dark. He fled up the stairs in his cute little
panties.

Still shaking, the boy threw on some clothes but his keys and wallet were
gone. They weren't going to let him just leave. But Tim knew that he had to
get out of the house so he called work.

"Hey my car won't start, could you come get me."

"Sure," Kathy replied, "be right there."

Kathy was the closest thing he had to a friend in this town. They made pizzas
together, 8 hours a day. She flirted with him a lot in her own quiet, subdued
way. But Tim didn't pay her much attention. His mind had always been on the
beautiful Heather. Kathy was short, plain faced and a little weird. Plus, she
had purple hair.

But when she pulled into his driveway 10 minutes later, the girl looked like
an angel. Tim jumped into her ancient red compact and they sped away.

"You OK?" Kathy asked, smiling tentatively.

"Yeah, just lost my keys. Thanks for the ride." He replied. Tim didn't have
the faintest idea how to explain recent events.

They arrived at the pizza shop and went straight to work. It took an hour or
so to catch up. Tim thought more and more about his bizarre situation. He
needed to talk to somebody. There was too much going on that he did not
understand. And the more he thought about it, the more Kathy seemed like the
right person.

The girl dressed and acted like a witch wannabe half the time anyways. She was
about as unconventional as anybody got in this godforsaken town. So Tim
gradually worked up the courage to talk to her on break.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" He said, lifting his shirt and
exposing his left flank.

"Don't go getting fresh with me young man." Kathy shot back as she took a drag
on her cigarette.

"No really. Can you see it? It's some kind of mark."

"Yeah, it's a symbol of some sort. What is it a tattoo?"

"I don't know what the hell it is. It just showed up yesterday. I can't wash
it off. There are a lot of weird things going on with my roommates."

"It looks familiar." Kathy said, studying the mark. She touched it. "An eye
inside a triangle. I have some books on symbols at home. Why don't you stop by
after work and we can look it up."

Her hand lingered on his hip but he saw a sweet kindness in her eyes. "OK,
sure."

The rest of the shift came and went quickly. He had to be careful in the
changing room given his new choice in under wear but other than that things
went off without a hitch. Tim had the distinct feeling he was being watched
but he saw no signs of the wicked roommates.

They arrived at Kathy's small apartment shortly after six. Having eaten at the
shop, they went right to work.

"Take off your shirt. Let me see it." The girl requested.

He did so reluctantly. Tim's recent experiences made him slightly afraid of
females. Much to his surprise, the cut look had returned to his chest. Kathy
smiled approvingly but she studied the mark without further ado.

It took about an hour to find it in an old text on demonology. It belonged to
a perverted little devil named Malefactorus. Kathy read the passage:

Malefactorus - a popular demon in the middle ages, he was classified by the
church as an incubus. The inquisition spent many years trying to eliminate
various witch cults which came to worship this evil spirit in wild and
depraved rituals. The worship normally consisted summoning the demon into the
body of a host male. The demon would then couple with all the witches present.
Malefactorus was known for both his beauty and his unquenchable sexual
appetite.

"No f---ing way! Its me." Tim whispered.

"What's you?"

"I'm the host."

"Get out. You have been watching too many horror flicks."

"I wish I was. Is there anything special about tomorrow night?"

"It's Tuesday and the finals of American Idol."

"No. Anything from a witchcraft point of view."

"Well, it's the first day of summer. Officially, the summer solstice. The high
holy day for pagan fertility cults ... " Kathy replied. "You really believe
this don't you?"

He nodded.

"There's this guy I, well, used to date. But he kind of freaked me out. He
considered himself an actual wizard. If anybody knows what to do about this,
it's Harry. Let me give him a call."

An hour later, they showed up a Harry's house. The wizard lived out in the
country in an old farm. It looked like something from a haunted house set.
Harry definitely needed a house painter, handyman, and a lawn service.

Kathy knocked on the door. There was no doorbell. Harry answered wearing dark
pants and a long sleeve shirt made in the 70's. Well, at least he didn't have
a robe and pointy hat, Tim thought.

"Enter, please come in." The man said in a deep voice. He smiled at Kathy in
particular.

The little girl looked at Tim. "He has to invite us in. Otherwise we can't
cross the magic wards." She said with a wink.

"You never did believe in magic, did you honey?" Harry said, a little
disappointed.

Wards or not, the old house certainly had scent barrier. All manners of odors
assaulted Tim as he entered. None of them were very pleasing.

"Well ... " Kathy replied.

"And now you have a friend who needs my help. Is he your boyfriend?" The
wizard asked.

"No. We are just friends." Tim replied, looking up at Harry. It was getting
dark inside the house. Tim just noticed how tall the wizard was; six foot six
at least. Harry had a gaunt frame and deep, dark eyes.

"I like honesty. Lets go down stairs and take a look at this mark, shall we."

They followed Harry into the basement. The wizard snapped his fingers and the
large room lit up. Where the rest of the house looked old and decrepit, the
basement was modern, spacious and well appointed. A work bench and chemistry
set adorned one wall. An occult circle lay scribed in the middle the floor.

"How do you like my lab?" the wizard asked proudly.

"Nice."

"Lets see the mark."

Tim took of his shirt, revealing the sign of Malefactorus.

"This is no joke, right?"

The young man shook his head.

"I need to touch it."

"OK," Tim croaked. He was nervous now and scared. The wizard touched the mark
and recoiled instantly.

"Tell me about these women that did this to you."

"Well, they look normal enough on the outside. I met them in college."

"Do they display and unusual powers or strength?"

"Yeah, Donna, she's the leader. She carried me around the house yesterday like
I was a child. It sounds crazy but she is probably the strongest person I have
ever met. And Lisa, she's like this voodoo queen. At first I thought it was a
bunch of garbage but I have seen her do stuff that well, I can't explain."

"Welcome to the wonderful world of magic my friend. Unfortunately you stumbled
on to the dark side of things. A coven if you will. The church did a good job
suppressing these cults but they are making a come back of late.

You are what we call a vessel. These girls plan to summon this demon for some
reason that remains unknown at the moment. If they just wanted it for just a
wild night of fun then they would have complete the summoning by now. It's not
difficult. These witches are trying something more complicated. They may be
attempting to bind the demon."

"What's that?" Tim asked.

"Usually it's the providence of ultra powerful wizards. It gives the summoner
complete control over the demon for however long he chooses. It's very
dangerous. The demon hates it and will attempt to hurt the wizard at any
opportunity. If a person makes even a minor error during the process, it means
death or worse.

Women usually do not do binding. They lack the strength of will for control.
Witches prefer mutually beneficial summonings that give the spirit freedom of
action."

"Sheesh! Hello! Chauvinist pigs! This is the 21st century." Kathy interjected.

"You are right of course, sweetheart. Times are changing and so are the
witches. If they can bind this spirit, the girls could take his power at the
same time enjoying a carnal feast that few of us can imagine."

"How's that?" Tim asked nervously.

"They could keep the incubus trapped in your body indefinitely. Most demons
are androgynous. The Incubus and Succubus are the opposite. They embody
sexuality, appearing as perfect to the opposite sex. No mortal can resist them
for long. To have such a spirit trapped, while dangerous, could prove to be
quite satisfying."

"Why is my virginity important?" The young man asked, glad to finally have
answers.

"You're still a virgin and a friend of Kathy's. Miracles still happen I
guess." Harry said, stealing a glance at the girl. "It makes the summoning
easier. These demons are attracted to the purity. It may make the binding
process easier too."

"Last question. Why did Donna make me wear these?" Tim said dropping his
trousers and revealing the cute little pair of white panties. You could have
heard a pin drop as his pants hit the floor."

"These gals are clever." The wizard said, chuckling. "Since you bear his mark,
Malefactorus could force his way thru to this world. Especially during a
sexual act which would draw him like a moth to flame. If he comes before the
binding, then he would be impossible to control. The witches are just being
cautious. Have you experienced any wild or unusual sexual impulses?"

Tim nodded.

"The panties reinforce your female psyche and thus worked to prevent the demon
making a premature appearance. Were they Donna's panties?" Harry asked,
suddenly concerned.

"Yeah, why?" Tim replied.

"They also can act as a foci. She can track from many miles distant, even
through my wards. They know you are here."

"What should we do?" the young man asked, his fear returning.

"First thing, don't panic. You are safe here. I have protected this place.
It's almost demon proof. The simple thing for me to do would be to talk to
these gals. Perhaps I could convince them to remove the mark and leave you
alone. But I find that unlikely. They have already invested too much time and
effort in you. While only women, together they may be able to defeat me
magically.

But there is another way. We could use this demon against them. I could finish
the ritual, summon Malefactorus and use him to chastise these witches. He
surely will know of their diabolical plans and would want very much to thwart
them. No female has ever resisted an incubus."

"Get out. You are not using me in this." Tim swore. But he didn't make a very
forceful case standing in his lace panties.

"It's the best way. Malefactorus won't last past the night. Demons never stay
here long. By tomorrow, you should be back to normal."

Tim seriously doubted that. Things would never be normal for him.

"Kathy, you will have to, err, help with this ritual." Harry said.

"Let me guess, I have to f--- him." She replied.

"How did you know?"

"Female intuition. Well, I guess I can make certain sacrifices for this worthy
cause." The girl replied, stripping out of her pants and blouse in record
time. She approached Tim, smiling.

"I have always wanted this." Kathy whispered. Her hands went to his panties
and slid them down.

"In the middle of the circle." Harry screamed. "And give me a minute to
inscribe my ring of protection."

Of all the ways Tim thought of loosing his virginity, this one never came up.
He hesitated. The whole ritual thing plus an old guy watching ruined any
chance at romance. But it didn't seem to bother Kathy. The girl led him over
to the circle and kissed him sweetly.

It took Tim a while to get fired up. Kathy just could not hold a candle to
Heather. The girl's skin was too white, her chest too flat and her hair too
purple. But she knew her stuff and forged ahead regardless. They rolled on the
floor for a while in a sensual embrace.

Harry finally got his circle done and watched events unfold. Being a wizard
never resulted in a boring night. Kathy took her favorite spot atop the young
male and 69'ed him. The wizard smiled at the fond memories.

It worked magic on young Tim. His manhood swelled magnificently and he could
feel the beast, that dark companion of the last couple of days, start to rise.

Kathy must have felt it too, for in the middle of a climax, she switched
positions and impaled his staff. Things began to shift and change at that
point. Tim seemed to leave his body and watch things as a spectator. The girl
held him down for as long as possible. Her body arched with untold pleasures.
But as the demon took control, it flipped her on to her back and continued the
coupling at a more frenzied pace.

The wizard watched the display of male stamina with awe. Malefactorus kept
going at a rate that would have killed a normal man. By the time he had
finished, Kathy lay in the middle of the circle, unmoving. A smile covered her
cute little face.

The demon approached Harry. He looked like Tim but with highly exaggerated
male characteristics: hairy chest, bulging muscles and porn star equipment.
The thing stopped at the edge of Harry's circle. The wizards's hand tightened
on his wand reflexively.

"Why did you summon me, human? Where are the women? One cannot satisfy me." It
hissed.

"There are three others, demon. Three witches. You know of them. They wanted
to bind you. To make you serve them. You must defeat them and strip them of
their powers." Harry said.

It laughed. "Yes, I remember now. The little whores wanted to turn me into a
sex slave. Thank you wizard for this service. You will be richly rewarded
after I teach these foolish women a lesson." Malefactorus replied, his voice
softening to that of a country gentleman. "Where can I find them?"

"Right here," a woman's voice from behind them announced.

The boys spun around to face the three witches not 10 feet away. Donna stood
in the middle, tall and proud, dressed in tight jeans, high heels and a white
tank top that barely covered her awesome chest. To her right stood Lisa
looking sultry in a red mini. And to the left was Heather dressed in tights
and a sports bra.

"How did you get ... " Harry started.

Donna cut him off. "Shut it slime. You will pay for your meddling in this
affair. It was not your business."

"Its you who will pay for this Domina, just like you did two hundred years
ago." Malefactorus cut in.

"Shut up Russ. I almost had you this time. An eternity at my beck and call.
Every night a new torment, every morning serving me in ways you can only dream
of. Well, I guess I'll have to settle with a good old fashioned beating and
maybe a quickie." Donna replied, stepping forward in an obvious challenge.

"You two know each other?" The wizard croaked still unable to believe mere
witches penetrated his magical wards.

The boy demon laughed. "Oh yeah, we go way back. Domina is no witch. She is a
succubus. We met one night at a temple party in old Sumeria. I got a little
rough with her and I guess she has never forgotten. Every couple of hundred
years she tries to pull something like this. And every couple hundred years
she learns who wears the pants."

"You're not wearing any pants, big boy." Donna chipped in.

"And neither are you." Malefactorus replied crisply. He made a gesture with
his hand and the girls' clothes started to tear. They flew thru the air and
into his waiting hand. It took him a second to realize that something went
wrong. Their underwear remained.

"What's the matter? Magic a little weak today." Donna teased. Her big breasts
stuck out in apparent triumph.

Malefactorus snarled. He cast the clothes aside and tried again. He focused
his power on Domina's brassiere. Her lofty bosom lifted and the big bra
stretched but he could not break it. There was some power holding him back.

The supernatural battle of the sexes started with Lisa. Itching to get into
the action and demonstrate her awesome magic, she said a word of power and
unleashed on the male demon. A flash of white light hit him and knocked
Malefactorus over. The girl, topless in her favorite red panties, smiled
proudly. Demons weren't nuthin'.

Harry wiped the smile off her face as he reluctantly joined the fray. A demon
wasn't his favorite ally but he knew that an enemy of his enemy was his
friend, at least for now. His wand flashed and a red bolt took Lisa full in
the chest. The fairie light flashed around her and she fell to the ground.
Witches weren't nuthin'.

But that didn't include the luscious Heather. She had channeled most of her
spirit energy into her martial arts skills, which she proceeded to demonstrate
on the hapless Harry. The blonde, clad only in a white thong and sports bra,
covered the 10 feet separating her and the wizard in less time than it took
Harry to gloat. She kicked the wand out of his hand first. He turned only to
get a side kick in the stomach. Heather followed up with a couple of quick
punches. By the time she flipped him; Harry was out cold. Wizards weren't
nuthin'.

Donna advanced on her fallen enemy. She towered over him like the goddess she
imagined herself to be. "Bested by a little mortal girl. You are loosing it,
Russ."

He looked up at the massive female clad in white lace underwear. Tim's
memories of this dominant girl leaked into his psyche. He felt fear for first
time. Malefactorus scrambled to his feet. "You have never beaten me." He
reminded her.

"Times have changed little man. Women have been liberated. They are getting
stronger and stronger. This affects us as we are just a reflection of them.
You can feel it can't you?"

"No!" he lied. The male demon had felt something all along. First, during his
summoning, the little purple girl had actually held him down for far longer
than he wanted. And then the magic thing, he felt it again. The still defiant
incubus got into a fighting crouch.

"Let me take him, Donna." The blonde interjected.

"Are you sure? He is not without his powers. Remember what happened on your
bed that afternoon." The buxom brunette warned.

"Exactly, I eventually kicked his ass. No man has beaten me in ten years of
martial arts." Heather replied. Harry lay in mute testimony to her feminine
power.

Domina graciously let the girl try. The tall brunette doubted her chances
despite her skills. But if she could take him, it would be a crushing
humiliation to this impudent incubus.

"Heather, don't do this. I don't want to hurt you." The demon said using Tim's
voice. He towered over the smaller blonde, his well muscled torso rippled with
supernatural might.

The girl laughed off his gesture. "As if you could." She said while advancing
confidently.

Malefactorus hadn't been around for the last couple of centuries. He missed
the women's lib thing and was used to a little more respect. Hissing, the male
demon launched himself at the mere mortal girl. He wanted to crush her and
demonstrate his male power.

She blocked one, two, three punches in quick succession. They were nothing but
a ruse for a right cross aimed at her chin. Heather dodged the wicked punch
and kicked back. The blow caught the larger male in the flank and stunned him.
It was only for a second but that was enough for the remarkable female
fighter. She hit the demon with a right cross on the chin and decked him.

The busty brunette smiled sweetly. The female was stronger and faster than
this perfect male specimen. She wondered if there was more at stake here
tonight than just a little demonic vengeance. Cosmic forces seemed to be at
play. If a mere mortal girl could defeat an incubus, the ripple effects could
be huge. Domina watched intently as the battle continued: a scantily clad
female gladiator versus a naked and outclassed male foe.

Heather's punch would have knocked out a normal man. Malefactorus was any
thing but. He leapt to his feet eager to prove the last skirmish a fluke. The
blonde looked small and fragile next to the raging male demon. Yet, the girl
withstood another barrage of punches, hitting back with a couple of stinging
counter attacks.

Finally, the male snuck a punch thru the female's defenses. It wasn't his best
shot. Malefactorus was well past his prime at this point in the fight. His
muscles already felt heavy and the girl had stung him with some nasty blows.
But he managed to connect with a right solidly on her chin. It staggered the
beautiful woman. The male demon followed up with a left to her belly.

Donna sighed as her rival took control. He was just too big and strong after
all. Perhaps things hadn't changed as much as she thought. Then the tough
little blonde surprised both demons.

She responded to the male's successful combo with a left back fist. It caught
Malefactorus totally by surprise. The blow flattened his nose and stopped him
cold. Heather spun around in one fluid movement, wrapped her arm around his
neck and flipped the muscleman over her head.

He landed on the floor with a resounding crash. It was more than just one male
loosing a fight. It represented the end of an era. Power and superiority
rested with the female now. Malefactorus scrambled to his feet and tried to
mount a defense as the blonde advanced.

"Are you afraid of a girl?" she taunted him as he backed away.

"No!" the demon lied. He had never lost a fight before let alone to a mere
mortal.

"You should be." Heather said as she split his defenses with a hard front snap
kick. Malefactorus went sprawling backwards and slammed into the wall. It was
the only thing holding him up.

It was all over now. Heather stopped and looked at his once handsome face.
Their eyes met. She saw pain and despair.

"Please don't hurt me anymore. Don't hurt me again." Malefactorus pleaded in
his best Timmy voice.

"Its OK, sweetheart. I won't. Just be good." The mortal girl said, her gaze
wandering to his private parts. Almost on command his manhood stiffened. She
reached down and touched him. He moaned in response.

Heather took him by the hair and led the beaten male over to Domina. There she
tossed him casually to the floor.

"Your little feud is over. He's beaten. He won't bother you anymore." The
blonde announced, gesturing at the cowering demon.

The succubus laughed, "My pretty little thing, there is more to this than you
know. Malefactorus must be punished for his crimes against women."

"Not on my watch. There has been enough violence and suffering tonight."
Heather replied, gesturing at the room full of unconscious bodies. While the
brunette stood almost a foot taller than the blonde, the smaller girl had full
confidence in her martial abilities and was unafraid. Sadly, the succubus had
other tricks up her sleeve.

"Then you will watch." Domina said with a smile. She stuck out her hand and
spoke a word of power in a language no human had ever heard. Heather flew back
and crashed into the wall. Large concrete hands came out of the wall and
grabbed the blonde's wrists and ankles. She was trapped.

"You aren't in charge here girl, I am. You will watch me take my revenge on
this man. You will watch me beat him, sodomize him and force him to beg for
more. These are all things he has done to me and so I will do to him." The
busty brunette said to Heather.

The demonette stepped over the prone male as she spoke. Domina came to within
arms reach of the blonde. Heather struggled but she could not free her arms.
"That may be your enemy but he is in my boyfriend's body. Anything you do to
the incubus, you do to Tim as well."

"You should have thought about that months ago, little girl, before you
volunteered him for this little enterprise." The taller girl said caressing
Heather's smooth cheek. Then she reached down and ripped the blonde's thong
off her body. "Perhaps when I'm done with your boyfriend, you and I can share
a parting experience."

Domina slipped a single digit inside the blonde. Heather stiffened at the
indignity. The captive girl had never been with another woman before. It got
worse as the she-devil removed her sports bra and cupped her small yet
sensitive breast. The sexual assault unleashed a torrent of conflicting
signals in Heather. But the smaller girl's will to resist held firm even as
the busty brunette kissed her soft, red lips.

Malefactorus watched the events with astonishment. The Ruinous Powers had
granted him a reprieve. He could flee this house or even the entire plane of
existence, denying Domina her revenge. But his hateful heart refused. The
giant succubus had her back to him now, tempting him to strike. The male demon
knew he was the weaker of the two. He needed an advantage. Malefactorus turned
to the corner of the room and held his hand out. One of the wizard's oak
staves whizzed thru the air and into his hand.

The awesome brunette spun around as the male got to his feet. "Just give up
now Russ. It will save you pain and humiliation in the end."

"Never!" he swore, brandishing the staff.

The girl held her hand out and whispered her word of power. The oak staff,
Russ's great hope, flew from his hand to hers. "I can't have you playing with
such things, boy. You might mess up my hair." The succubus said as she twirled
the staff dangerously.

He looked down at his arms to find most of his heightened male physique gone.
The demon looked more like his host now with a slender frame and little
muscularity. "What happened?" He muttered.

"You are loosing your strength. You are becoming my perfect male: weak,
submissive, beautiful." Domina explained while she closed in on the naked man.
"All you need is these."

With that, the succubus threw Heather's thong at the male. The white fabric
magically encased his loins. Malefactorus looked down incredulously as the
transformation completed. His skin had become smooth and soft, his arms puny,
his waist slim. The only redeeming male characteristic left was the prominent
bulge in his new thong.

He backed away from the encroaching she-devil. The busty brunette towered over
him now, superior physically in every way. But just as the man bumped into the
wall behind him, a thin smile came to his lips.

"You can't hold me here. I'm not bound to this plane. I can leave this body
when ever I want." He sneered at his arch-nemesis.

"Try it." The woman said as she encased his face in her double Ds and pinned
his arms to the wall.

Malefactorus closed his eyes and wished himself back to the infernal pits. He
opened them only to be staring up into her pitiless face. "Huh." The male
mouthed into her firm bosom.

"I reinforced the wizard's wards as you fought the blonde. You can't escape
this boy. Its your destiny." Domina gloated. Then she punched him in the
stomach.

He fell to his hands and knees, gasping. Malefactorus, always cunning even in
his new incarnation, eyed the fallen wizard. His last sensation was that of
his panties being ripped off his trembling body.

"Can you feel that Russ. It's the phallus you used on me in that Egyptian
temple three thousand years ago." Domina whispered in his ear as she entered
him.

The wizard opened his eyes to just in time witness the rape of an innocent
young man. The evil succubus now wore a large strap on device stolen thousands
of years ago from a high priestess of Iris. Malefactorus smiled broadly and
scampered up the steps. The male cries of anguish did little to dampen his
spirits. He had escaped again.

For Tim it was another matter altogether. The young man returned to his body
precisely at the wrong time. The plan to defeat the witches had obviously
failed. He could do little but accept the consequences.

The first hint that something had gone awry hit Domina as she felt a
disturbance in the wards around the house. But succubus ignored as the lust
for vengeance drove her forward. The rape excited her sexually but could not
take her all the way to the finish line. Surprisingly, her male victim started
to enjoy it too as his cries gave way to moans of pleasure. This was too much.

The succubus disengaged and spun the male around, eager to have him service
her. One look into his eyes and Domina knew the score. "What happened? Where's
Malefactorus?" she asked, grabbing his chin.

"I don't know." Tim panted. He gazed up at the brunette and her perfect body.
The boy's manhood, already stimulated by the forbidden sex, rose to its full
potential.

"He's gone, you stupid bitch. He took control of the wizard and fled fifteen
minutes ago." Heather swore, her arms and legs still encased in concrete. "You
failed."

"Did I?" Domina asked acidly. She grabbed Tim by the hair and doggy walked the
submissive male over close to Heather. "I have Malefactorus on the run. I'll
find a couple other witches summon him again. Next time he won't escape.
Meanwhile, I got to rape your boyfriend right before your very eyes. That was
fun. I think he even enjoyed it. Didn't you Timmy."

"Yes, ma'am." He replied, staring up at her white panties.

"You want to eat my pussy, don't you boy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Domina slid out of her panties. "OK, eat me boy. Right here in front of your
girlfriend. Show her who is the better woman."

Heather screamed in rage as his lips went straight to her feminine treasure.
But she could not break the spell that held sway over Tim.

"You did find us a great man for this project, Heather. I have to, aaagh,
thank you." The busty brunette moaned with earthly pleasure.

"I'll kill you." The nude blonde swore.

"Whatever." Domina replied, stroking Heather's cheek. "Now I think I will take
his virginity."

"Do you want to give it to me, boy?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Beg, me. Just like in the bathroom that morning." Domina said with a smile.
The she-devil removed her bra, loosing her enormous jugs.

He looked up incredulously at the wondrous sight. Tim lay back with tool
raised and begged for it. The brunette mounted him femdom style and rode the
poor lad all the way to daybreak. Finally, the male succumbed to the ultimate
pleasure. Then the succubus kissed him chastely on the cheek when she
finished.

"Goodbye, lover. You did very well for your first time." Donna whispered to
the nearly unconscious male. Then she got up, and walked naked into the night.

Donna just disappeared. The other two girls moved out shortly thereafter.
Heather never forgave young Tim for his submission that terrible night. And he
lost interest in all other women. Nothing could compare to Donna. The young
lad stayed in the house, hoping that the buxom brunette would return. She
never did. Depression gave way to despair. Tim stopped going to work and quit
eating. It took another woman to rescue him.

Kathy had tried to talk to him after the event. She had witnessed everything
that night. But Tim evaded her questions and eventually disappeared. The girl
had tried the house but he didn't answer. Finally, she went over with a crow
bar and found Tim sleeping in Donna's bed wearing her panties. She woke him
up.

"Go away." Tim moaned, trying to push the girl off the bed.

She grabbed one arm and pulled him over to the bathroom. He fought back but
was no match for the determined young woman. She threw him in the shower and
bathed him in cold water.

"Why are you doing this?" Tim asked, barely recognizing the young woman. Her
weird hair and gothic garb had disappeared. She looked like a shaggy little
tomboy with brown hair.

"Because I care about you. Harry said things might work out this way. Most men
die after going thru what you did. But I had to try something."

Tim looked down at his gaunt frame. He must of lost 20 lbs. "I don't know what
happened to me."

"It was the succubus. She vented her frustration on you. Lets get you out of
these first." Kathy said pulling down the panties as he showered. She washed
him quickly and then got him out of the stall. Tim shivered as she dried him.

"Harry said there was only one way to bring you back." The little tomboy said
as she led him over to the bed.

"How's that?" He replied, already feeling a little refreshed.

"You have to get back in the saddle again." She said while holding his naked
body in her arms.

"I don't, Kathy, I don't know if I can."

"Lets give it a try and see how you do." Kathy said getting up. She slid out
of her pizza uniform revealing her next surprise. Her body rippled with small,
yet well-defined, muscle. Her pale skin was gone. The girl did a quick double
biceps pose causing her muscles to bulge out all over her nubile body.

"Wow," Tim mouthed.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah."

"I started working out right after the, err, incident. I can't believe how
I've transformed. I can bench my own weight already. And I arm wrestled Jim
the other day at work. I beat him."

"No way. He must weigh 200 lbs."

Kathy tackled the slender boy and pinned his arms to the bed. He struggled,
but in his current condition, the skinny lad didn't stand a chance. "Are you
calling me a liar?" she asked while sitting atop his naked loins.

"No-No." Tim replied quickly. His manhood stirred between her legs.

"Good. Otherwise I might have to spank you. Are you ready to eat some pussy?"

"Is that what Harry meant by getting back in the saddle?"

"I guess so." Kathy said, straddling his shoulders. He went right to work, not
even waiting for her to move her panties. That wasn't very hard, she thought
with a smile.