The Possession of Joyce Summers

Joyce Summers walked through the hall of the Sunnydale Art Gallery carrying yet another small crate of small statures or masks or other such artifacts up from the storage room. They had recently received a large private collection of artifacts from a private collection to display and Joyce had to check each of them for authenticity, which had kept her at work late every night that week. Not that she particularly minded at the moment, home always seemed a bit crowded with Dawn, Buffy, all her friends and the two potential slayers that had taken up residence a few days ago and if what Giles had said was right there would be more on the way.

Joyce opened the crate and looked inside through all the sawdust and wood shavings to the two well-wrapped items inside. Carefully pulling out the first one she unwrapped it to reveal an old wooden statue of a primitive tribal design. The item seemed to be authentic enough but like everything else that came through the gallery she wanted to check it’s history and any mythology that might surround it. Ever since the zombie mask incident four years she had been extra careful to research everything that came in, which was the main reason for all the late nights. Her bosses just thought it was dedication and a desire to give their visitors more information about the pieces on display but she liked to think of it as doing her bit to help Buffy fight of the forces of darkness that descended on Sunnydale to feed of the power of the Hellmouth.

The second item was a small stone statue with two red-jeweled eyes. It looked like a small gargoyle. Joyce looked at it but something about it gave her the creeps. She began to turn it around in her hands to check it for any imperfections or damage. As she did the light reflected of the jeweled eyes and into her own after several turn Joyce became oblivious to the action she was now repeatedly performing turning the statue round and round in her hand the transfixing light bouncing of it’s eyes.

Suddenly Joyce was snapped back to reality by a painful burning sensation I her hands. Without thinking the statue fell to the floor and cracked. Joyce looked down to see a dark mist begin to rise up out of the broken pieces and move towards her. She tried to back away but the mist began to envelope her pouring itself in through her eyes mouth and nose. Joyce could feel the darkness twisting around her insides making it’s way through her pushing her mind further and further away until it had complete control.

As the last traces of the mist entered her body, Joyce held out her hands and examined them before sliding them down her body, over her chest and though her hair.

“Well now,” she said with a wicked grin, “This should be interesting.”

In his flesh days he had been know as Keldar, a perverted sexual fiend of hell and for centuries he had enslaved and used mortal women to feed his perversion and fuel his power until the mages came. Not powerful enough to kill him all they could do was disembody him and imprison him inside his stone prison, but every so often some foolish man would free him and serve as his host so he could start all over again until the mystics returned him to his prison and once again he was now free.

Rising up as towards his liberators body he began pouring in through the eyes, mouth and nose, wrapping himself around every vestige of humanity until he had choked out and the body was now his.

He looked down at his new hands and began to run them over his new body feeling the sensation of flesh again for the first time in over four centuries but he was soon surprised to find this was not the body he expected it to be, instead of his normal male host he now found himself in the body of a woman.

“Well now,” he said, “This should be interesting.”

Joyce/Keldar walked towards one of the display cases in the gallery with a reflective screen and began to exam his new host more thoroughly.

“Not bad,” he thought to himself, “A bit older that I like but once my powers are at their peak I can always sexually rejuvenate it.”

Joyce/Keldar turned and walked towards the gallery office. He was already beginning the process of probing Joyce’s mind to learn about her, her life especially her sex life and the attitude of this new world he was in and while Joyce’s sexual appetite proved unimpressive to him it was aware of the existence of all kinds of perversions, fetishes and deviances that he had never known or experienced in his past incarnations.

He wanted to study them further, learn of them and experience them but at the moment his power was still weak, it would take time until he could begin to influence even a weak impressionable mind.

In the mean time he wished to fuel his sexual desires. Entering the office he looked around at the stacks of paper and various items that cluttered up the desk including a computer. Keldar began to probe Joyce’s mind to learn of these modern day items then smiled. “The Internet.”

He sat down and logged on to the computer, with access to Joyce’s mind his ability to assimilate the new technology was easy. He began to explore this thing she called the internet viewing it’s content on sex. He liked what he saw, the modern day attitude was far different and the extent of human perversion had grown greatly, strip clubs, brothels, street whores, a massive porn industry and numerous fetishes.

He sat and began to examine several online story websites reading about the transformation of women into mindless fucktoys or being controlled against their will and **** to perform sexual acts, he began to slip his new hand down under the skirt Joyce was wearing and began to massage the now moist cunt between his legs. This was going to be interesting for him, he had never been a woman before and hence never experienced having a girl eat his cunt out.

He continued to read before examining the sites for several porn stars, lingerie retailers, sextoys and fetish costumes before something else caught his attention.

He picked up the picture on Joyce’s desk and looked at it before accessing Joyce’s memories once again, “Her daughters, Dawn and Buffy” his mind already began to fill with the perverted images of them under his control servicing the body of their mother but then something else came into his mind something that made this all the more appealing to him, Joyce was the mother a slayer.