Susan, the sugary sweet virgin

Danya spotted Susan coming out of the public library. Geez, she thought, do they even HAVE public libraries anymore? As she scanned the target of her domination, she morphed from her red she-devil form to an outwardly human-looking body (though still far more curvy than her real-life one).

If Danya didn't have devilish powers to know such things, she would never be able to tell that Susan was a knockout. The mousy girl covered up her 34D-25-37 body with baggy, formless clothes. She wore unstylish glasses and her looked like she gave herself haircuts once a month whether she needed one or not. She wore plain sneakers, her nails had never seen a manicure, and there wasn't a touch of makeup on her face. Not that there was anything wrong with her face--her small, pouty lips and button nose contrasted strikingly with her large, doe-like eyes--but she kept her head down as she walked. The glasses and unkempt hair covered up the rest. No wonder the girl was a virgin!

Danya had also developed her demonic senses to where she could read the basics of thought from her targets. As Susan shuffled down the street she sensed that the girl was hurrying home, not to get ready for a hot date, but because her parents were out of town and she was looking forward to a long, lonely night at home curled up in front of the fireplace with a good book. If Danya hadn't already been into her evil role, the frustration of seeing this pathetic creature would have pushed her into it. She followed Susan home, staying far enough behind so as not to arouse the girl's suspicions.

As Susan turned to enter her walkway, Danya sent a little pulse of energy that toppled her stack of library books all over the ground. "Oh, my!" was all the girl could say as she bent down to start recovering her pile. "Here, let me help you with that," offered Danya, rushing up to help. "Oh, no, that's really not necessary," countered Susan, dropping books as quickly as she was picking them up. Danya simply stepped in and started scooping up books, and Susan was too meek to put up any more resistance. "In here?" motioned Danya to the nearby house. "Ye.. Yes," came the mumbled reply, "Thank you very much." Susan hurried up to the front stoop, fumbled with her keys until she (randomly, it seemed) finally got the right one in the lock and pushed the front door open. "Here, I'll take those," she offered hurredly, but Danya simply stepped past her into the entryway.

The she-devil was struck by the elegance of the house from the inside. Not in a great neighborhood, it looked just as plain and run-down as all its neighbors from the outside. Elegant artwork, finely constructed hardwood floors, and antique furniture betrayed the money that had gone into the interior. "No bother," Danya said. "Where would you like me to set these down?"

"Oh, um... Over here, in the kitchen," answered Susan as she stumbled towards the alcove on the left. After walking through two impeccably-decorated hallways, a well-stocked library, and a lavish dining room, they finally arrived at the kitchen. Danya was visibly impressed--the place could cook for a small restaurant. Viking range, Sub-zero fridge... and a glass-enclosed wine cellar with, at first glance, at least 1,000 bottles. Danya set the books down on one of the two cooking islands and turned her feral glance at Susan.

The intensity of the sudden look caused Susan to take a step back, as if instinctively she knew she should never have allowed this stranger into her home. Danya's lips curled into a wicked grin, revealing the truth of this fact to her prey. "Hello, Susan," she said in a sing-song voice.

"Ho... How do you know my name?" came the reply as the frightened girl looked around for a weapon. "Don't worry about that. And don't worry about fighting me off--you won't be able to." With this, Danya allowed her devil horns to emerge from her head and her pointed tail to push through her backside. Susan yelped but did not scream.

Danya took several steps toward Susan, closing the gap between them. The scared girl seemed frozen in place, unable to do anything but stare at the unhuman woman coming toward her. Danya reached out her hand to brush the hair away from Susan's face, and as she did so the tresses magically styled themselves--the hair lightened, straightened, and formed itself into a pony-tail that dropped to between her shoulder blades, leaving bangs in front. Danya stroked Susan's cheek and blush colored it, covering her minor blemishes. As Danya's sexy nail traced Susan's lips, they filled in with a deep glossy red, and when she stroked Susan's eyes, they emerged darkened with eyeshadow and mascara.

Next Danya turned her attention to Susan's clothes, pulling her baggy sweatshirt down from her shoulders, revealing a slinky, black sleeveless tankdress underneath. When she reached Susan's hips, the girl's puffy jeans dropped to the floor, revealing nicely proportioned legs that were now clad in ebony hose. As Susan stepped out of the pile of old clothes, she saw that her sneakers had been replaced with black patent leather 3" pumps with a strap around the ankle. Danya grabbed Susan's hands and stroked her fingers, finely shaping and coloring each nail a color that matched the lipstick.

Susan, still in shock, could only stand and stare. "Now that I have revealed the true you, let me reveal my true self!" stated Danya. Her voluptuous human form morphed into her favorite she-devil self, her fiery red skin and eyes contrasting with her long blonde hair; her curvy breasts, hips, and ass the perfect embodiment of lust.

The she-devil leaned in to kiss her new charge, but Susan pulled away. "No!" she said, her most strong reaction to date. "You refuse me, Susan?" asked Danya, danger in her voice.

"I... I don't know what all this is, but I'm saving myself for marriage!" the meek girl said. "You, you just leave me alone!"

After a second or two, Danya broke out laughing. "After what I've done, shedding your pathetic old self and revealing the beauty you truly are, you think I'm not going to enjoy the spoils?" She laughed again, "For the rest of the weekend, you're going to do anything and everything I tell you to, understand?"

"No!" cried Susan again as she turned and ran. She wasn't too steady on the heels, and Danya's inhuman skills made the pathetic escape attempt more than futile. When Susan got to a sitting room, Danya simply pushed her into a large overstuffed leather chair. With a shriek from her prey, Danya sat on top of her, effectively pinning her to the chair. "You fucking bitch!" Danya yelled, "This could have been pleasurable for you! But now I'm just going to have to **** you. Then maybe you'll be less high-and-mighty and give me what I want, willingly for the rest of the weekend."

"Get off me!" screamed Susan as she tried to wiggle free. But Danya had her quite well pinned down, and when she leaned down to kiss the struggling girl there was no where for her to hide. "No! No..umphhh.." Danya's demonic tongue entered Susan's mouth as their lips came together, twining around the human girl's inexperienced one. Danya put one hand at the back of Susan's head, pushing her forcibly into the kiss. She enjoyed the feeling of power and control she had, and took more than a small measure of satisfaction from knowing she had taken the first step towards deflowering the priss by stealing her "kiss virginity".

After several minutes of intense tongue-twisting, Danya broke away. Susan was breathless, and then blushed in shame realizing that at some point she forgot to try and fight and instead actively returned the kiss. "That's just the beginning, my sweet little thing," Danya teased. "If you liked that, I've got a lot more in store for you..."

With that she leaned further down, licking and nibbling Susan's neck and collarbone. Against her own desires, Susan moaned, and when Danya's ministrations reached her breasts she felt as though she had died and gone to heaven. Danya used her demonic powers to the fullest, sensing just how and when to touch her prey to elicit maximum sexual response. She sucked Susan's ample breasts, nibbled her nipples, licked and teased them... Finally she looked up and, seeing an expression of erotic anticipation on Susan's face, decided to push her further. "Like that, slut?"

It was like a slap in the face to Susan. There was no greater insult to her than to be called a slut, and her face instantly drained. "No!" she began fighting again, trying to get up, but Danya's overwhelming strength still kept her down easily.

"Oh, I beg to differ little one," teased Danya as she reached a finger down to Susan's snatch. Her outfit included a garter belt but no panties, so Danya was able to reach right in and stick a finger in the prudish girl's wet pussy. "Aaah!" whined Susan, but the point was made. Danya pulled her finger out and stuck it in front of Susan's pretty lips. "Suck it, bitch, or I'll make you regret it."

The fear in Susan's eyes was enough to power Danya's evil side for a month, but the girl still tentatively stuck out her tongue to taste her own juices for the first time. After a second Danya **** the finger past her lips, and Susan had **** but to obey. She sucked the proffered digit wantonly, licking all her juices off.

Danya rewarded her with a devious smile. "Very good. You have earned a reward." She continued moving down the captured girl's body, licking her flat stomach and down further. When Susan realized what was about to happen, she started writhing around again trying to get away, but Danya had only to hold her hips against the chair and the weak girl was immobile. With one final glance up into Susan's eyes Danya plunged into the virgin pussy, sticking her inhumanly prehensile tongue deep into the folds of her unspoilt cunt. Susan shrieked, in pleasure and surprise and shame, and Danya smiled again. She began her work slowly and methodically, demonstrating to Susan all the ways a pussy can be pleasured by a mouth. She teased the virgin's clit, sending her waves of overpowering ecstasy, and licked around her sensitive asshole, causing unbearable pleasure in a different way. She finally had Susan's juices flowing so freely, her body in such a highly erotically charged state, that the innocent said simply, "Please."

Danya looked up. "Please what, my sweet?" Susan groaned in desperation. "Please!" This time Danya answered with a grin and raised eyebrows. "You know what I want. Oh please, give it to me!"

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me you're a slut and you're begging me to make you cum." The words still stung Susan, but this time she was lost in a world of erotic ecstasy and didn't think they sounded so perverse. As she tetered on the edge of a decision Danya's tail flicked over the senstive nub of her clit, causing Susan to shudder with pleasure. "Please. I'm a slut. I beg of you--make me cum!"

Danya smirked, pleased that she had so easily broken this innocent girl. From now on for the rest of her life, every time Susan fucked or masturbated, or thought about having a boyfriend (or a girlfriend) or even watched a sexy movie she would remember this moment--the moment her will was broken and she admitted to being a slut, the moment she gave in to her basest desires and let herself be used. "With pleasure," she snarled.

Susan was surprised to see Danya climbing back up her body. "But you said..." "Shut up, bitch! You asked for it, now I'm going to give it to you!" Danya grabbed Susan's head and again smothered her mouth with a kiss. She absorbed the girl's grunt of surprise when she felt something pushing at the entrance to her pussy, and as she started humping her hips against the broken girl she loved the feel of her own cock growing from her crotch. As the tip of it slid inside Susan's oh-so-wet opening, she bent her tail around to tickle at Susan's OTHER opening and smothered another gasp of surprise.

With her cock fully grown she began pushing it into the girl's sloppy cunt, realizing as she did so that this was the first time she had consentually **** someone--Susan asked for it but didn't know what she was asking for, and now Danya was basically taking her against her will. The thought appealed to her evil nature and she thrust forward harshly, breaking the virgin's hymen without mercy. Danya was filled with a rush of power and pleasure, as the taking of a virgin is a rare and coveted event, especially for a she-devil.

Giving in to her own desires, Danya started pumping faster and faster, slapping her own clit against Susan's with each full thrust. Danya's tail also entered Susan's anus, wiggling around and basically sending the previously-innocent girl into paroxysms of pleasure. She knew that the dual attack on Susan's pleasure centers would drive her over the edge, and very quickly it did. As Susan screamed in pleasure Danya broke away from the kiss, preferring to soak up the sounds of her ecstasy. "OH! MY! GOD!" she moaned with each thrust. "YEAH! OH YEAH! FUCK ME I'M SUCH A SLUT!"

Hearing this last statement, without demanding it, was an unexpected pleasure to Danya and actually drove her over the edge of her own orgasm. Preferring to keep her pleasure to herself, Danya closed her eyes and spurted thick she-devil spawn into Susan's ready receptacle. She pumped away at length, keeping Susan's cum going as long as possible while at the same time lengthening her own climax. Finally, spent, she relaxed against her prey, pulling her tail and cock loose. Danya looked into Susan's eyes and saw a gint of black and knew that her work was complete. She had broken Susan's mind, but her demon seed had also corrupted Susan's soul. The girl, a sugary sweet virgin only hours before, would now be another **** of evil in the world, a slutty source of corruption of her own. With the improvements Danya had made in Susan's appearance, she would have no trouble seducing innocents of both sexes, turning them onto their own base desires. With a severe smile Danya realized that her work here was done...