The Lab

You feel strange, evil. You look down at your fingers and the tips have grown into long black claws. You try to think of your friends, but all you can think is how nice they’d be as slaves.

Your head aches. You touch your forehead and realize you have grown petite black horns. You giggle evilly. There is a momentary pain in your neck and you realize you’ve grown the same pheromone glands as Christa.

You find the changes exhilarating. A few weeks ago you wanted to help people. Now you realize how utterly foolish that is. Humans should worship you. Other demons should serve you. You simply need to change your instinctively territorial nature and you and that bitch Christa can rule the world.

You see the demon Curtiss blocking your way.

“Wendy! You didn’t let Christa pierce you, did you?”

You smell his fear. It’s delicious. You lean in bathing him in your scent. You examine him in a whole new way. His skin is a sexy red. He is muscular and masculine. He is strong, powerful, but not nearly powerful enough to resist you.

“None of your business, Curtiss. I’m going to fuck you now.”

He just nods as you grab him and push him down. You rip his suit pants to gain access to his enormous demon cock. You unzip your leather pants, exposing your sex.

As a human woman you would have had some trepidation at letting that monster cock inside you, but now you slam your sex down on it, taking it as deep as possible. You drink in the wonderful combination of pleasure and pain as you ride Curtiss. You give him no quarter as you stare into his soulless red slitted eyes.

You feel him getting close. You rake his chest with sharp nails.

“Not yet. I cum first.”

He moans in response. You continue slamming his cock balls deep.

You feel an orgasm building, your first as a demon of lust and domination. It hits you in waves. You moan and shiver in utter bliss.

As soon as your voice returns, you rasp. “You may cum.”

You feel Curtiss shoot his black, steaming hot, cum into you. You climax again.

You tease Curtiss’ chest running your nails across it nearly hard enough to penetrate his red demonic skin.

“Now Curtiss, be a good boy and run along. I need some time in the lab.”

He grunts a yes.

You strut into the lab, making sure Curtiss sees your perfect swaying ass.

You settle in and begin work on the problem of decreasing your territorial instinct. As a demon you have no need for food or sleep. You lose track of time. When you finally cry ‘eureka’ you realize you have been in the lab for three days.

You examine the serum you’ve created. You wonder if you can get close enough to Christa to test it on her. It seems doubtful as even thinking about her makes you want to tear her apart.

You decide to take a break and check on Renna. You head home. You walk into quite a scene. A leather clad Renna is spanking Liza.

“Take that bitch...Oh! Hi mom.”

You laugh. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You see Renna in a new way. Any maternal instincts you had are long gone. She looks like good **** material. You pause. You have a better use for the pair...