Ann, the goth girl

Susan was tempted by each of the choices on her menu, but finally decided that the delicious irony of taking Ann, the goth girl who was fascinated with witchcraft, was too much to pass up. Using her newly-developing succubus senses, she was able to locate Ann at a supernatural bookstore.

As Susan entered the store, she had to stifle a laugh. The place was so clearly a fraud, peddling worthless "spell ingredients", books written by losers who had no idea what they were talking about, and other irrelevant items like candles and charms. Ann was browsing the book selection, apparently interested in one on how to start your own coven. A plan was hatched in Susan's mind...

"That's a good book," she said over Ann's shoulder, startling the girl. "Oh, is it?" she asked, turning to face her soon-to-be captor. Susan was unable to stifle a gasp this time, as Ann was devilishly attractive. Instead of the dyke-bitch she was expecting, she found a patent leather-clad girl with a model's body. True, she wore too much black makeup and had too many piercings, but these would fit nicely in her corruption scheme.

"Yeah," Susan replied, "I used it to set up my group, and we're doing great."

"Wow," answered Ann, obviously impressed. "So you're a witch? You run your own coven?"

"Well, 'run' is probably too strong a word. I started it, sure, but everyone in a coven has equal status." Again Susan had to fight not to laugh. This crap was so far from reality, but she had to play along in order to lure Ann the rest of the way into her trap.

"My name is Ann," the goth girl politely said while proferring her hand. Susan shook it, "Susan," she nodded, choosing not to use a fake name. "Say, why don't you come to one of our coven meetings sometime? You could see how we do things and maybe get some ideas of your own. Who knows, you might even want to join us!" Susan smiled as she said this, thinking of what kinds of perverted sex rituals she could **** the gullible goth to perform as "initiation" into her coven of lust.

"That would be awesome!" Ann replied, displaying uncharacteristic enthusiasm for a supposed societal reject.

Susan couldn't believe how easy it was to seduce and corrupt mortals. "Well it just so happens that we're getting together tonight, and it's at my place. We've actually got a pretty complicated summoning spell planned, but if you want to show up early I can walk you through what we're going to do. Say... eight o'clock?"

"Sure, I can make that," Ann answered hurredly. "Just tell me where!" As Susan gave her directions to her home, she thought of all the preparations she would need to make in the intervening hours to turn her basement into a dungeon of despair. She would use that room to totally break Ann's spirit, maintaining the charade of the coven and witchcraft as long as possible. She thanked the powers of hell that Danya had captured and converted her--life was infinitely more pleasurable as a succubus...