You must be free.

You reply to the hooded woman, "Very well, I wish to be free."

She claps her hands and two women wrap a blindfold around your eyes. The hooded woman barks, "Take her, prepare her."

You are dragged roughly. You are not sure where they are taking you but it is down several flights of stairs. A basement perhaps? As the room darkens you begin to feel the pull of your mistress. The two women stop and one binds your wrist together and pulls you up so you are **** to stand on the tips of your toes. Part of you is relieved to be tied up. You can feel the pull of your mistress. If they freed you, you know you would return to her or worse.

You begin to hear chanting. Someone slowly eases off your pants and begins to lick your sex. The licks are slow at first with long pauses. The element of surprise is beginning to arouse you. Clearly, whoever is pleasuring you has a good deal of experience. The licks become longer, with an occasional bit of sucking on your clit. The tongue is incredibly long and agile and you feel something inside you building.

The pleasure is so intense you fail to notice the chanting building in speed and intensity. As you explode into orgasm someone rams something into your back, just above the curve of your butt. It is burning hot. You feel intense pain and pleasure. You smell the stench of sex, the burning of your flesh. You scream and cum, and scream and cum. You close your eyes and there is darkness.

You feel someone loosening your bonds. Your forehead throbs and you feel an intense pain at the base of your spine. You open your eyes to a demoness standing in front of you. You know you should scream. Indeed, you know a single succubus such as this could corrupt and destroy an entire city. As a priestess you were taught how to banish such creatures. That knowledge and power, however, is long gone. The demoness smiles at you. It is a frightening sight. Her eyes are vertical slits, glowing red, her fangs are long and perfectly white. She licks her lips and says.

"Welcome sister."

Sister? You are puzzled. Your hands are still the color of human flesh. You swing your tail in front of you and it to is still the color of human flesh. Your tail? You reach out with your senses and feel lust. The building is full of it. You lick your lips.

"I see you are beginning to feel it sister. You have taken the brand. It has given you infernal power."

"Am...Am I a demon?" You stutter.

"Not yet my dear. You retain your soul. You are a half demon, just as I once was. But, with my help you can shed your soul and become a true immortal."

"Oh, I can feel the lust..." You say as it begins to arouse you, overwhelm you.

"Excellent, you feel it. With my help you are going to be special. Try fucking a few of our clients,many then we'll talk."

She doesn't need to tell you twice, or even direct you. You can feel them. You head for stairs swiftly, still managing to sway your ass enticingly.

"Remember to use a glamour, sister." She calls as you climb the steps.

You walk out into a bar. Numerous men are looking at you and your fellow sisters. A mirror sits in one corner and you finally see yourself. Your hair is longer, black and lustrous. Your body is the very promise of sin, shapely legs widen into a perfect ass, a thin waist and large gravity defying tits complete the look. Your lips are blood red and you have created the glamour of a tight red leather catsuit. Hidden behind the glamour is your pretty new tail and petite horns.

You simply walk up to a tasty looking client and grab his hand.

"Well?" You say.

He looks shocked, "Um...um...two pieces of silver?"

You don't haggle. Almost dragging him back to a room. You ride him, you let him have his way with you. Finally, in missionary position he cumms. You feel something flow into you along with his semen. You watch in glee as the color drains from his eyes leaving empty black pits. He blinks and his eyes look human once again. He stands up looking far more attractive than when you began fucking him. He has an edgy darkness about him now. You smile feeling even more invigorated, more aroused then before you began.

You lose track of the number of clients you take. But, after a time the mistress, the succubus calls you into her office.

"I trust you are feeling better?"

You smile showing your own slightly elongated and very sharp eye teeth.

"You have such potential, but, to become a true demon you must commit an act so vile it discharges your soul. Do you think you can do that?"

The thought of power like hers entices you. You nod.

"You should return to your friends, if you don't they'll be worried."

"Yes, of course, mistress." You exit her office intent on returning, thinking hard about what deed will grant you true immortality and power.