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Alexis arrives at her bible study group. She settles in, surprised to see Mary and Tiffany. Neither seem like the type to go looking for God. Alexis supposes she wasn't either until...

She shakes off the disturbing thought. Something about the prayer group seems off, different than usual. It isn't Rachel. Rachel is dressed in her usual goth attire. Alexis is more than a little jealous of those massive perfect breasts, squeezed tight by her leather corset. Fishnet stockings hug Rachel's legs making them look so very sexy. With a body like hers, how could anyone resist her spiritual advice.

Alexis is barely listening to Rachel as she starts her sermon. Impure thoughts, thoughts of licking those perfect long chiseled legs keep Alexis from focusing.

Alexis only half hears the question as Rachel turns to her. "...ask Alexis, she loves sucking cock. Don't you Alexis?"

The question catches Alexis a bit off guard. "Oh, sucking cock was so much fun. The way it feels the way it tastes. " Alexis bites her lip. She wasn't like that anymore. She stammers. "But...but...I found God."

Alexis watches as Rachel does something to Tyler. She is shocked as he begins to grow breasts. She can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. Yet, she feels so horny, so wonderfully lustful.

Rachel turns toward her again. "Alexis. You miss it it, don't you."

"Miss what?" Alexis manages to say, although she knows exactly what Rachel means. She misses the pleasure, the attention, the way she was before Michael stole it from her.

"You miss the feel of cock in your mouth. You miss a hot rod being driven into your eager slit."

Alexis has to admit Rachel is right. Still she manages to spit out a lie. "No...I'm a good girl."

"So silly to have stopped because one evil prick rapes you. I know you miss it. And, I know what you want deep down."

Alexis bites her lip. "What do I want?"

"****. You want to **** those men to fuck them, to toy with them like they did you."

The very thought of doing to Michael and his friends what he did to her makes her wet. She licks her lips at the idea of having that kind of power. "Yessss. Dominate them. Fuck them."

"Give me your soul and I can make it happen."

Her soul or ****, there really is only one choice for Alexis. "Please, take it. Give me ****."

Suddenly, Alexis feels a weight lifted from her. She knows the idol is her god and it is wonderful.

She feels her breasts grow and become perfect. She remembers being a really good slut, but the idol is changing her, transforming her into the perfect demonic whore. She licks her lips as they plump up and turn a shiny black. She giggles as her skin turns red. A tail grows from her back and she revels in the obscene things she can do with it.

She looks to Rachel and realizes she is helping all her flock to see the glory of the idol. She dives into the ensuing orgy, first tasting Tiffany, then sucking off Peter. She revels in it, the lust, the power.

Rachel stares at her, her eyes the color of hellfire. "Go my flock, bring the souls of others to the idol, and spread our faith!"

Alexis grins wickedly. It is time for ****!

Alexis pulls a glamour over her perfect demonic body, and looks at herself. Her curves are lush, her breasts are large and perfect, her waist is thin, and her legs are long. In short even without her demonic body she is hotter and sexier than she's ever been. A latex catsuit covers her, leaving nothing to the imagination. She plays a bit with a perfectly placed decorative zipper before heading for the exit.

She leaves the library catching a better look at herself in the window. Her hair is a lustrous, pitch black, and pulled back into a pony tail. Her makeup is dark and brooding, giving her the appearance of the dominant, evil bitch, she now is. Hanging on her side is the prettiest bull whip she has ever seen. She puckers her blood red lips and throws a kiss at herself.

She snickers, she knows she needs to find Michaels other two 'conquests' to exact her ****. Finding Gwen will be easy. The shy, busty girl will be with the band.

Alexis slips quietly into the auditorium, marveling at how quiet her six inch stiletto heeled boots are on the hard floor. She spots Gwen and begins to work her magic.

After a few minutes, Gwen drops her flute and loudly proclaims, "Gotta go pee."

As the eighteen year old Gwen exits, Alexis follows. She slips into the bathroom behind Gwen, allowing her heels to click ominously on the tiled floor.

Gwen fishes peeing and exits the stall, right into a smiling Alexis.

"Hello, Gwen. Want to help me get **** on Michael?"

"****? I'm past it Alexis, you should move on."

"Move on! Fuck that." Alexis sneers.

Alexis steps closer to Gwen, noticing her clear arousal.

"You don't want ****, but you do want me."

Alexis slides a hand under Gwen's chin. She feels Gwen quiver as she pulls her in for a kiss.

"Well, my thirst for **** will have to be enough for both of us."

Alexis kisses Gwen and she melts into it.