Donna hears noises coming for Nora's dressing room

Donna sat in her dressing room and read the script pages for the next day's filming. However, with Sarah's transformation, Nora's fears about Damien and her own promise that they would stick together echoing in her mind, she found it difficult to focus on dialogue and acting beats. She tried for a few minutes before she gave up and tossed her script onto her makeup table.

At that moment, she heard a series of moans coming from Nora's dressing room. At least that's where they sounded like they were coming from. She stood up and moved towards the door, her curiosity piqued. The moans grew louder as she moved closer to Nora's dressing room. She saw that the door was open just a crack. She hesitated, not wanting to invade Nora's privacy, but her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door just enough so that she could see what was going on.

She couldn't believe what she saw.

Nora, the strong-willed feminist activist who had brought powerful men to their knees and the woman whom she had vowed to help protect against Damien, naked and bent over her makeup table with Damien standing behind her and plowing into her. Nora moaned in ecstasy and her body arched and writhed with each thrust.

"Please Master," she begged as he pushed herself into him, "Don't stop fucking me."

Donna froze in the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest. She should have looked away but she was transfixed, unable to tear herself away from the carnal scene in front of her.

"Pull my hair," Nora whispered in the throes of ecstasy.

Damien reached up, his fingers tangled in her long, dark hair, and pulled her head back. Nora gasped as her back arched. The sudden, sharp pain enhanced the pleasure she was already feeling. He quickened his pace, his hips slamming against hers as his dick pounded into her with a ferocity that made Nora moan and Donna blush.

"Harder," Nora cried, her voice hoarse with desire, "Fuck me harder."

Damien smiled as he obliged. He sped up his thrusts and grabbed her hair even tighter, pulling it hard enough to make her moan. Nora moaned as she bucked and arched with each thrust. As Donna watched Nora getting completely wrecked by her man, she felt herself getting wet between her thighs.

Nora cried out, her voice raw and powerful. "Fuck feminists!" she screamed as she bucked against Damien, her voice dripping with venom, "They hate men! They hate sex!" The words tumbled out of her in a torrent of rage and desire, "They don't care about women or equality. They just want power! They're nothing but a bunch of frigid bitches who want to keep us living in fear of our own desires!"

Damien voice cut through the air, "Let them hear you Nora," he said, his voice low and commanding, "Let them hear you embrace your power."

Nora's face contorted with a mix of desire and rage and her body writhed. "I hate feminists! I fucking hate them! They're fucking hypocrites! They only empower women who hate men and sex as much as they do!" she screamed. She moaned. If those activists could see her fucking Damien, they would have a heart attack she thought to herself but she didn't care what they thought of her. Not anymore. "I'm not a fucking victim! I don't fucking hate myself! I'm submitting to my master because I want to! I'm fucking my master because I want to! I...want...to...fuck...my...master!"

Donna felt a surge of arousal like she had never felt before as she watched Nora renounce her activism. Without thinking about it, she slid her hand down the waistband of her pants. She found herself damp and hot between her thighs and she began to stroke herself. She felt herself getting warmer and wetter down there as she watched the erotic scene in front of her.

He leaned and whispered in Nora's ear, "You're ready Nora," he whispered, "You're ready to become the greatest symbol of female empowerment and desire. Give me your soul Nora. Become a succubus and embrace your power."

Nora's eyes gleamed with desire as she turned her head and looked back at him. There was no turning back for her but she didn't care. She wanted this. She wanted to embrace her power in a way that her activism never let her. For the first time, she didn't give a damn what her activist friends would think. She was going to do what she wanted.

"Take it Damien!" she cried, "Take my soul! Make me a fucking succubus!"