Slaves to Beauty

Carrie and you commute in together. You don your lab coats eager to begin your day.

Wendy struts over to the two of you. “I set up the samples of the improved faster acting microbeads. Check them for stability. Ah…”

You watch as her eyes become beautiful, demonic pits of fire. You think she looks so much better. She leers at your breasts and seems to be drooling.

“Give me a moment.” She rasps.

She rushes to her desk and pulls out the a bottle. You recognize it as the anti demon tincture. She swallows a bunch and regains her composure.

“Now get going you two. I want everyone in the world to be a **** to beauty and lust!”

As you begin checking the samples, you wonder what would happen if you replaced Wendy’s tincture with colored water.

You spend the next hour doing various tests on two dozen samples. As lunch nears you walk up behind Carrie. You grab her shoulders and sink your wickedly sharp fingernails into her shoulders, just to the point of pain. Then you begin to massage.

“Fuck that feels good, Nikki.”

“Almost lunch. Want to find a nice secluded office?”

She nods.

The two you slip out to Wendy’s office. You fuck Carrie for the next forty minutes, leaving her a breathless orgasmic mess. She pulls her pants over the black lipstick lip prints on her inner thighs. You refresh you makeup, luxuriating in the feel of the shiny black makeup. Evil thoughts blossom in your mind.

You really want to see Wendy become a demon. After all, demons are superior and she shouldn’t be fighting it.