Amanda’s Cut

Amanda sucks her finger.

“Ow! Damn thing must have a sharp edge! Put it down here.”

Amanda takes a step and staggers. “Whoa. Fuck. That must have been deeper than I thought. I’m going to go sit for a bit. Cathy, this almost set. Just make sure Jenny finishes up.”

Cathy smiles wickedly. “Sure thing boss.”

Amanda keeps a hand on the wall as she makes her way back to her room. She collapses on her bed and closes her eyes, her dreams are lurid and sexual. After an hour nap she wakes up to soaked panties.

She manages to stagger into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror confuses her. Her eyes are slitted like a snakes and she has two nubby horns protruding from her forehead. She starts to scream, then pauses. Inside herself she can feel strange well of power.

Power is Amanda’s aphrodisiac of choice. She tries to use it and it slips from her grasp. She tries again to do something simple. Her fingernails on her right hand change to a cherry red.

“Cool.” She rasps enamored with the change.

She focuses again and they change to black. Each time she pulls power from the well it gets easier. She wills her fingernails go back to normal and they become claws. Odd, she thinks. She looks at her image in the mirror.

Her horns have grown longer. Her hair has darkened from brown to black. Her lips are full and black as pitch. She cups her right breast. It is huge. Her nipple hardens.

She stares at her image, through demonic slitted eyes, taking it all in. She smiles a fanged smile and then giggles. She slips a finger into her sex and nearly cums. She finds her form exotically sexy. However, she can’t go out like this, at least not until later.

She pulls as much power as she can from the well, reshaping herself into her idealized version of Amanda.

She struts back to the common rooms. She looks around at her sisters. To her surprise, Cathy and Tracy are changing, becoming like her.

She looks at the common room. The decorations are nice, but hardly sinister enough. She claps her hands.

“Tracy, Cindy go downstairs. Set up a pentagram like this.” Amanda draws a pentagram with black pen.

Tracy smiles. “I know just what you want.” She licks her lips and heads downstairs with the very experimental Cindy.

Amanda grabs a candle. She pulls from her well of power as much as she can and lights the candle.

“There so long as that burns, anyone in here will be feeling...aroused.”

Amanda looks around and spots Jenny returning from her walk. The is something about her... She has a claw from the Goddess!

Ananda looks at Jenny. She needs to keep her nearby. “Jenny help Tracy and Cindy with the pentagram downstairs. I want everything perfect!”

As Jenny descends into the basement, Amanda checks the decorations and watches her sorority sisters fidget and daydream of sex. She busies herself helping with the decorations and striking sexy poses.

After a bit she gathers up her sisters and begins a speech. “Everything looks amazing girls! I want this party to be special! I want all you girls to be back here in an hour. In the meantime enjoy the decorations.”

Somehow Amanda knows only the owner of the claw can resurrect the Goddess. She needs to get the claw from Jenny. She licks her lips, well, she could certainly be very persuasive.