You interrogate the (former) Albert

“The Cult,” you said, letting the words ring out. “Tell me about them.”

Albert opened his-her(?) mouth, then shut it again. She shook her head a few times, looking utterly terrified. “ I can’t, I swore an oath…they’re powerful. I’d be skinned alive if they ever found out.”

“The reality is, they’ll probably do worse to you now that you’re a woman,” you countered. “You’d end up in one of their rituals like all the others.”

“That’s not true!” Her voice was thick with emotion. “There are women among our number!” She winced, realising she had given away a piece of information. “Fuck…”

You leaned forward. “But still, your position would be lessened. I got the jump on you, me, a nobody. When they find that out…it’ll be like blood in the water. They’ll get rid of you and claim all this,” you gestured around, “for themselves.”

Tears filled Albert’s eyes. She was fucked and there was no sympathy among the kinds of people she consorted with. You saw how close she was to breaking, she just needed a little push. The ring glowed on your finger and within moments you could see a shift in her eyes, the way they scanned your body, the way she bit down on her bottom lip self consciously.

You moved in close, your hands gently caressing her body. “The people who you worked with, really they’d just hurt you,” you said, voice barely above a whisper, “but I don’t want to hurt you, I want to make you feel good…”

Slowly you peeled away her clothes, earning a little moan of approval from the newly turned woman. “ I shouldn’t…”

Her breasts were free, one hands squeezing and playing with them while the other ventured south, to remove the final barrier between her glistening cunt and the rest of the world. Your hand began to play with her folds, work her clit.

Her lips smashed into yours, hungry and ****. You met them with equal ferver and knew you had won, the new woman was eating out of your hand. “Please,” she moaned, “make me feel like a woman…”

You grinned. “I think I can do that.”