You Can’t Refuse

“I…I want to be your second in command.”

“Very good, Wendy. Simply stay on the elevator.”

You stay with Lilah the elevator reaches ground. The door dings and begins to close. You are anxious. You don’t really want to lose your soul, but if Lilah realizes you’ve been trying to enslave her, she’ll likely kill you.

The elevator dings again. You step off on sixty nine. Jessica and Malissa are waiting there.

Malissa smiles at you and touches your hair. “I see you managed to change her mind, Lilah.”

“Was there any doubt? She’s ready. Wendy follow Malissa.”

You trudge after her admiring her the shiny black latex covering her perfect ass. Lilah follows, leaving no escape route. You enter into a conference room. In the center of the room, drawn in what looks like blood, is a pentagram.

“Do step inside, Wendy.”

You do.

The three of them join hands and encircle you. They begin to chant. It is driving and rhythmic. Your sex moistens. They begin to walk around you as they chant. Their massive perky breasts bounce distractingly as they walk.

The air crackles with lust and your pussy begins to drip. Rational thought and resistance slip away.

“Wendy, will you pledge your soul to hell?”

“Yes.” You say dreamily.

“Will you willingly endure the pain of transformation and become a succubus?”

You barely hear what they are saying. “Yes.”

“Will you forsake all virtue and become a vessel for the sin of lust?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, intense pain jerks you back to reality. You feel like you are on fire. You realize the feeling is your soul burning away. You want it to stop. You scream for what seams like an eternity.

As suddenly as it started the pain is gone. You become aware that your soaking pussy needs attention. You smile at Lilah.

“I’m wet, Mistress.”

“Of course you are and you always will be. How do you feel, Wendy?”

You want to feel anger or shame, but the only thing you can feel is lust.

“I feel like I want a juicy snatch.”

Lilah laughs. Her body begins to change. Her eyes become demonic slits, her teeth become fangs, black horns curl up from her forehead. Her clothes vanish and her skin becomes a delicious shade of crimson. Her abundant breasts grow even larger.

Instead of being frightening, her new appearance is even sexier.

“Please fuck me, Mistress!”

Lilah laughs a lust filled chortle. “Well girls, do you think we can help her?”