Yes!

“Don’t take me back! I’m ready.”

Dr. Suaza gives you a long look. “You’re ready to go through the most painful thing imaginable. You’re ready to give up your soul and become one of us, a malevolent monster, which feeds on human souls?”

You think about it. You know it’s an implanted fetish, but your desire to corrupt others consumes you. Besides, you have no chance at escaping.

“I am.”

Dr. Suaza smiles at you. “I do so love a can do spirit. Step into the pentagram and we’ll begin.”

You note a pentagram drawn on part of the laboratory in what looks like blood.

With intrepidation you step into the pentagram.

“There now we’ll begin.”

Dr. Suaza hits a button. Some kind of chanting begins.

Pain!

Pain!

Pain!

You feel like every cell of your being is on fire. You want to step out. You want to change your mind. You try to cry out but even your jaw is frozen in pain.

The pain drags on for what seems like forever. You curse your terrible choice. You believed you were done with the worst of it when it intensifies. You try to scream, you try to move, but it is hopeless.

You feel as though you just exploded. As you come back together you feel odd, different. It takes a moment for you to recognize this new feeling. It is bliss.

You take two slender fingers and shove them in your pussy. You moan in ecstasy. Your eyes go wide in surprise and delight as you pull them out. They are red and capped with long sexy black talons.

You watch your folds darken, and the surrounding skin turn red. The redness begins to spread like dye in water. You orgasm as a tail rips it’s way out of your back. You feel pressure in your forehead. You reach up and caress your growing horns.

You look over at Doctor Suaza. You see the demon she truly is through her illusion. You lick your lips. Her demonic form is sexier and more exotic.

She gives you a lusty grin. “Welcome to the team Trent. Or perhaps we should call you Trina?”

Trina, you ponder how the name would sound being screamed from the lips of the soon to be damned. You find it to your liking.

“Trina will be fine.”

“Trina, you remember Princess Lilah, daughter of Lilith and Azrikael the Unclean.”

“Tsk tsk, Maria, no titles. Abbadon is in charge...for now.”

You are wet looking upon Lilah’s true form. Lust comes off her in waves as she sachets over to you.

“Ready for your first assignment, Trina?”

You nod. Mesmerized by the bouncing if her enormous, perfect, red breasts.

“Time for you to return to Denise and see to it she joins the company, body and soul. Turn around.”

You turn away from her. She thrusts a red hot poker into the flesh of your lower back. You moan in pleasure as it sizzles.

As Lilah withdraws it you husk. “Mm, that was hot.”

Lilah gives an evil laugh. “That will allow you to appear human. Let’s bring you to Denise.”

You picture yourself as human and let the rune do the work. Then you follow Lilah. In the elevator you catch your reflection.

Your image makes you want to masturbate. You look like one hot, human, slut. Your breasts are large and round, your waist is thin, and your ass is round and enticing. Your makeup is dark, brooding, and perfect. You wear a translucent black dress. Beneath it is a pretty red leather bondage harness.

The red reminds you of Elise. You hope that unholy whore has had success onboarding her demon hunting friends.

You follow Lilah into Denise’s office. She looks good and her soul still clings to her.

“As you requested, I’ve brought you Trent as an executive assistant. She goes by Trina now and I’m sure she’ll be willing to do anything for you.”

You lower your gaze demurely. “I’d be happy to serve your needs Ms. Socarelli.”

“Very nice, obedient. What would you do if I asked you to eat my cunt?”

You strut up to her kneel down and slide down her pants. You smile, no underwear. You begin licking. Knowledge and skills seem instinctual. With your long agile tongue you have her moaning in minutes.

“She’ll...do...just...fine.”

You hear Lilah exit. Moments later she squirts into your open mouth. You savor her juices.

Denise pulls up her pants. “Now let’s see if you handle some paperwork.”

She hands you paperwork to complete. You move to your new desk and dive in. You do it wrong quite deliberately. Two hours later you hand it off to Denise.

She looks it over. Her jaw drops. “Fuck! A ten year old could do better!”

She reaches out and slaps you. “Please Ms. Socarelli, don’t punish me. I’ll do better.”

Inwardly you smile as your seed takes root. She grabs you by the wrist and literally bends you over her knee. You smile at the floor, giving an occasional whimper for Denise’s benefit.

When she is done your ass is a pretty red color.

You begin fake crying. “Please, no more.”

Denise slaps you again. “Call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“You are so amazing Mistress, sexy, brilliant, and strong. I wish I was even close to as good as you.”

You watch her puff up with pride. After two days of taking marvelously erotic beatings and feeding her pride, you’re almost surprised her rotting soul still clings to her.

By Friday afternoon Denise is a pompous, leather clad, sadist. Abbadon strolls in. She manages to look stately despite oozing sex and power.

She favors you with a smile. “Tell Denise to come see me.”

You smile. Sometimes corruption isn’t about sex, it’s about helping let loose your prey’s inner demons. You admire Denise’s leather clad ass as she heads to her meeting.

She returns an hour later an illusion spun around her. You see right through it. She’s a bonafide demon.

“Did you enjoy your meeting, Mistress?”

She gives an evil chuckle. “You know I did. Now that I’m perfect, what should I do with you?”

At that moment Lilah struts through the door, a gorgeous succubus in tow.

“Denise, I would like Trina back. In exchange here is Tien. She is far more befitting of your new status.”

As a demon you can smell a lie. Your Mistress has a more important mission for you.

Denise scrunches her face. “Fine, I’ll take her. This new girl best be a good licker.”

Lilah gestures and you follow her out.

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You sit at the bar sipping your drink and blending in, while you await your prey. You slip a finger into your slit and let off a little wave of lust. You watch it affect the patrons of the bar. It might simply have been a waste of power. Then again it could lead a married man to cheat and send him to damnation. Or it could cause another to cheat and a wife or girlfriend to **** them in envy.

As you stir your drink with your cum coated finger you ponder your wonderful new life. You know your corruption fetish was implanted, but it hardly matters. You have the power to corrupt and damn mankind and you intend to.

You imagine helping Lilah take over and use the company to lead humanity to lust and debauchery. You can’t imagine a more fulfilling existence than that of a Succubus.

The end...