New Toy

“Hey Poindexter, are you doing anything tonight?” Called out a trio of female students as they passed by the handsome man walking the college campus, whispering and giggling to each other by the time they were face to face with him. “Oh, hey Kimberly, no I think I’m free tonight, need another study session?” He asked, smiling back at the lead girl in the trio as the other two blushed.

“Yeah… Study session.” She winked, then quickly ran with the other two chasing after her, excited for tonight.

Shaking his head, Poindexter shrugged and continued back to his room on the college campus. Everywhere he went, the female students, teachers and even some of the janitor staff couldn’t keep their eyes off him. It was almost jarring at first; before that night, women wouldn’t even bother to glance in his direction let alone speak to him directly. Now he was being invited to parties, dates and private ‘study’ sessions almost every day and night. Things seemed to go in his favour. Like when he was caught in the girl’s locker room with 5 of the football cheerleaders after they lured him in to help with a busted lock. That led to a reverse gangbang where they were each trying to suck him off and see who the winner was. And when he was caught by the gym teach, she just demanded he see her in her office for a ‘personal’ lesson… For an hour.

Yes, life at college was interesting for Poindexter. And it was no surprise why either, the way the arts class ogled him when they asked for him to pose in the nude for sketches was clear; the man had the face and physique of a male model. He didn’t know why exactly, or HOW for that matter, but 2 months ago when he tried to apply for Kappa Omega Kappa, he passed out in his room and woke up HOT!

Looking at himself in the reflective surface of a window at the campus gymnasium after turning a corner, Poindexter brushed his fingers through his smooth mahogany hair and checked his chiselled features and complexion to find he had no moles, scars or anything unattractive. The only downside from that faithful night was that he was forced to get an entirely new wardrobe after finding he was now taller, healthier and more handsome. The first couple of days of him wearing his old pants and button shirts had gotten quite a few blushes from the student body.

Making his way back to his room, the man almost bumped into his teacher, the woman repositioning her glasses and clutching her possessions close to her chest after the slight impact, her nostrils flaring once she realised who she bumped into. “Poindexter! You need to watch where you’re going.”

“S-sorry Miss Gordano, I’ll try to avoid that.”

“Be sure that you do.” The woman purred, leaning in close until her nose nearly touched his. “I’d hate to have you come to my office later for discipline.”

“Y-yes Miss Gordano.” Grimacing, Poindexter made his way back to his room and closed the door behind him, sighing that he was finally someplace safe.

“About fucking time, you showed up, I was starting to get an appetite waiting.”

Blinking and looking over to his bed, the man found a well-dressed businesswoman sitting with her leg crossed over the other and reading his personal things. Turning to look back at him, the man felt like he had met her before but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Uhm… Who are you?”

“Who am I?” The blonde woman asked, tossing his diary across the room and getting up to her feet with a hand at her hip. “You’re gonna be learning to call me a LOT of things when I’m done with you; Mistress, Queen Bitch, Her Royal Fucking Highness! But for now, call me Susan.”

“Susan… Wait a minute…” Slowly beginning to remember, the man stepped away from his door and approached the beautiful blonde woman with piercings on her lip, nose and ears scoffing back at him. “You’re the woman from the BAR two months ago.”

Glaring back at the man, Malice stormed up to him until he was forced back to the door and pinned there, the woman glaring up into his eyes and sniffing him like she was a wolf. “Sniff, sniff… Typical, no wonder I noticed you, you got her stink ALL over you!”

“Who’s…?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, Malice pulled him away from the door and shoved him against his bed. “Did I say you could speak you fucking boytoy? That’s all you are isn’t it? Passed around like the school vibrator to every fucking campus slut in this shit hole! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!” She yelled, straddling his waist in bed and pinning him down. Shaking his head in confusion, Poindexter became a little disturbed when the woman smiled down at him.

“It means you’re Easy!”

Ripping open her jacket and blouse, Malice gave the man a good hard look at her perfect breasts and figure before she practically ripped open his shirt and pulled it off him with the same grace as ripping open the wrapping paper to a gift. “Yes… Easy and malleable; a big dumb useless lump of clay to mold the way I want it.” Her smile becoming more predatory, the woman’s eyes turned almost reptilian as her skin grew more and more red as if she had a fever.

“From now on you’re MY toy, and the first lesson to learn being my toy is two things; One I play rough! Two I break toys easily.”

Leaning back in fright, Poindextor watched on as the woman straddling him continued to change, with horns sprouting from her forehead and black tattoos spread across her flesh after she tossed her cloths and skirt across the room, growling and snarling as a long red tail grew out being her and her black fingernails became long and sharp like claws. Rearing back, the woman howled out in orgasmic pain as a pair of leathery wings sprouted from her back. Against his better judgement, the man had a hard on that tented his pants if he still had them on, the succubus had torn them clean off his body mid transformation and was working on removing his underwear.

“GoT To AdMiT! ThAt BiTcH KnEw HoW To MaKe YoU gOoD On ThE EyEs…BuT ShE DiDn’T FiNiSh WhAt ShE StArTeD!” Leaning down, Malice bit down on the man’s mouth and kissed him so hard she drew blood, making him cry out and flail impotently against her inhuman strength. As she kissed him, she poured some of her essence into him, filling him with her darkness until the desired effect began to take root.

Within seconds, his skin began to turn blood red, overcome with intense fever as smoke billowed from his flesh. His shoes grew tight and burst open to free a pair of cloven feet while a long sinuous tail grew out between his legs and snapped and coiled, twisting up with her own tail. Growling into the kiss, a pair of gnarled horns sprouted painfully from his forehead and clacked against her own before she pulled away from the kiss to find the man sneer and glare back at her.

“THERE We Go! NoW LeT’s SeE If YoU PaSs ThE StReSs TeSt.” Grabbing hold of his hard shaft, Malice cooed and smirked at the growling incubus under her and aimed his erection between her legs and sank down on him, shivering at the feeling of his 14-inch cock going all the way to the hilt into her. Instantly she felt his hands grip at her waist and thrust hard and fierce into her. Making her laugh down at him with a cruel smile. “Rrraaargh! Is ThIs HoW YoU FuCk ThE LoCaLs ArOuNd HeRe?! COME ON! FUCK ME!”

With a roar of rage, Poindexter rolled Malice off the bed and thrashed on the floor, pinning her down even as she wrapped her legs around him, her cruel smile never leaving her black lips as she drove him to thrust harder and harder. “GONNA HOLLOW YOU OUT YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Laughing out loud and arching her back, Malice enjoyed the ministrations of her new toy, coaxing him to new heights of sexual frustration before he went rigid and nearly went into a stroke, firing off a torrent of cum into her and triggering her own explosive orgasm. Collapsing to the ground in a mess, Malice breathed hard and panted, shoving Poindexter’s face between her breasts where he chewed on the silver chain linked between her stiff nipples like a bridle.

“Phew, you’re a fun toy, I think I’ll keep you… Dex.”