0 comments/ 29764 views/ 2 favorites Revenge! Ch. 02 By: Magnificat Revenge is a dish best served hot; very hot! Pt. 2 Prelude: Lillith The demon flew straight up in the air. Freedom at last. After 300 years being stuck in another dimension, she was finally free to roam the Earth again. First resolve the tasks at hand and then extract a bit of revenge. The priest who had banished her from this plane was long dead, but she could extract her revenge on his descendents, or maybe go after his church and thoroughly corrupt the whole congregation. And then there’s the boy who summoned her. However, first she had to get her bearings in this new era, so she flew north. The first large town she came across was Tijuana. A quick flyby and a few psychic probes showed her that there were few vices on Earth that were not available here. Her half an hour investigation showed her the possibilities of this day and age. The thorough corruption that had gotten foothold in this modern society, the drugs, the sex, the violence, it all made her wander if there wasn’t a demon influencing it all… She then flew north, to California. To Sunnydale. Chapter two: The Magic Box becomes a toy box Anya was shooing the last customers out of the Magic Box, it had been a busy day, especially without the help of her friends. The day before Halloween was always the busiest day of the year for the Magic Box and without the help of the Scoobies it would’ve been impossible to help all customers. But Willow wasn’t allowed in a fifty metre radius of the store for obvious reasons, Anya couldn’t stand to be around Xander the whole day and Buffy was out on slayer duty. Only Dawn had been there to help her during the day, but then again she was still paying Anya back for goods she had stolen last year. Luckily Dawny had been smart enough to take some friends from school with her. There was way too much work for the two of them to keep their heads above water. There were Carlos and Kit, Dawn’s new two best friends, and also Jason and Diana, two seniors whom Dawn also knew from school. Jason and Diana were, like Kit, two Goths who thought it would be cool to work in a magic store. And truth to be told, Anya thought they had done a good job. As she closed the door behind her last customer, she let out a sigh of relief. There was still a lot of cleaning up to do, and she had to count what was in the cash register and enter into the ledger. But first things first. “Dawn you have to go home, it’s getting dark outside and your sister wants you home before dusk.” “Aww Anya, come on, let me stay.” Dawn replied embarrassed. Anya was completely unaware of the embarrassment she was causing to Dawn by telling her she had to be home before dark, in front of her friends and went on obliviously: “Dawn you know what your sister said. You have to be home before dark and you have to stay inside with Willow and Xander. I’ll join you guys later and we’ll play some games and swap stories. It’ll be fun.” To spare herself further embarrassment Dawn gave in. “Okay I’ll go.” “We’ll escort her home miss Emerson.” Carlos said. “We’ll see to it that she stays safe. Come on Dawn, grab your coat and let’s go.” Carlos, Kit and a sputtering Dawn left the Magic Box. “Will you two stay behind and help me clean up?” Anya said as she turned to Jason and Diana. “Sure miss Emerson, you’re shop is so cool. You’d almost think magic is real if you see all these things.” “Uh, yes Diana, I guess you’re right. Well first of all I want you to take those half empty bargain price boxes and put them in the storeroom round back. Just put them on the empty shelves, okay?” “Okay miss Emerson.” Diana and Jason both took a box each and went into the back of the store. Anya meanwhile opened the cash register and started counting her money. It was one of her favourite things of the day, especially on a day like this. The happiness she felt counting those stacks of green bills almost made her forget the anger she felt towards Xander Harris. Almost, but not quite… Meanwhile outside High in the air above Sunnydale Lillith soared. All her heightened senses were scanning the town that sprawled beneath her. She was like an eagle searching for her prey. Her ears picked up the children’s chants of trick or treat. Her eyes observed the children dressed as demons walking the streets. Her nose smelled the demons hiding in the shadows. Her skin felt the changes in the atmosphere that revealed an oncoming storm. Her mouth tasted the salty taste of blood, sweat and tears. However she got most of the information about her prey from her psychic senses. Each and every mind in Sunnydale was skimmed briefly. At that very moment five men and four women were committing adultery. Thirty-one men and well over fifty women were thinking about committing adultery; thirteen of whom, while making love to their spouses. Five fathers lusted after their own daughters, and two mothers did want their own sons. Hundreds upon hundreds of teenagers had gone to bed early to play with themselves. One slumber party was totally getting out of hand. Some frat boys were taking turns with a passed out coed, while in the living room of that same frat house, more willing girls didn’t need to be drugged to let themselves be gangbanged. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Closet homosexuals, the most bizarre fetishes, and legion of other kinks to use, twist and abuse. Lillith could easily turn this place into a second Sodom. But first for her ‘master’s’ orders. She couldn’t believe her luck when she discovered a very familiar astral signature. When Jonathan had mentioned that there was a former demon in that group of friends, Lillith couldn’t have suspected it was her nemesis. But then again, he didn’t use her full name: Anya, formerly known as Anyanka. Anyanka was once a vengeance demon for scorned women. And it was no chance of fate that their paths would cross from time to time. After all, if there was one individual that was responsible for more break-ups and adulteries than any other creature in the history of the world, it would have to be Lillith. And this meddling vengeance demon allowed some of the broken hearted wenches Lillith left in her wake, some minor satisfaction by granting them their wishes of vengeance. It was in fact the wish of one of these girls that trapped Lillith in another dimension those 300 years ago. After the wrecking of a perfectly good marriage by Lillith, the adulterous male had hung himself. The widowed victim had demanded vengeance and Anyanka had given it to her. Her wish to let the whore, who did this to them, burn in hell, had allowed a priest to banish Lillith from this plane for more than 300 years. But now Lillith could get even. She descended upon the Magic Box. Back inside the Magic Box Anya had put the last of the money in the safe and was cleaning up the counter. Jason and Diana were cleaning up round back. And all were unaware of an invisible presence seeping under the door into the store. The psychic probes that invade the minds of the three people were very subtle. Apparently Anya’s demonic status was restored. And vengeance demons might not be very powerful, their senses were still attuned to magical energies and Lillith couldn’t risk detection, yet. Anyanka was filled with rage, but that wasn’t strange. Her rage was focussed on a man called Xander, a man who left her at the altar. She felt insecure about her looks. She loved her money. And she felt guilt for her brief fling with the vampire Spike. She was a mixed up bundle of anger, insecurity, greed and guilt. Just the perfect target for Lillith’s powers. The weaknesses of the two mortals in the back were even more obvious. They were only just 18 and were full of insecurities and urges. This was going to be as fun as it was going to be easy. Lillith went deeper into their minds and started pushing the right buttons. Jason said: “I’m going to the store to see if miss Emerson needs any help. Can you handle cleaning up the rest by yourself Dian?” “Yes Jase, no prob.” As Jason had left the storeroom Diana lifted up a box of unsold items and attempted to put it on the top shelf. The box was quite heavy and Diana had to put her hands on each side underneath the box to get it up there. Apparently they had put too much stuff in the box, because as Diana hefted the box over head, the tape at the bottom tore and the contents of the box showered Diana’s petite body. A particularly heavy wooden statue hit her square on the head and Diana momentarily passed out. When she regained consciousness a few moments later, she lay sprawled on the ground surrounded by the contents of the torn box. While she slowly sat up and rubbed the solid bump that was growing on her head, she quietly observed the mess that she had caused. Miss Emerson wasn’t going to like this. She’d better clean up the mess quickly. But as she stood up, a dizzy spell hit her and she fell backwards. As she tried to get back up her eye was caught by the very statue that hit her on the head. It was slightly over a foot tall and was carved from dark ebony. It was distinctly African with roughly hewn facial features, a high forehead and stylised curls cropping the head. It’s most distinguishing feature however was it’s enormous penis. Almost a long as the statue was tall and as thick as Diana’s wrist, it stood out like a flagpole. Mildly fascinated she picked up the statue. It was slightly heavier than it looked. From the tip of it’s pole hung a small tag which said: “African Fertility Idol. Ethiopia +/- 1850. From private collection. $500,-“ Jesus, this statue was well hung, Diana thought, while she stroked its smooth member. Her boyfriend Jason was hung quite well, but even he couldn’t measure up to this formidable little man, not by a long shot. It was over a foot long and appeared even longer because it was so ridiculously out of proportion with the rest of the statue. The tip of the cock was bigger than a fair sized plum and she couldn’t make her fingertips touch when she put her hand around it. While playing with this monstrosity, Diana became strangely aroused. The contents of her panties became warm and moist, her nipples hardened and her skin became covered in goose bumps. She had never been this hot in her life, and that was saying something. Suddenly the urge to put this magnificent artefact inside her, became unbearable. As if rolling up a condom, she removed the rubber band holding the tag with one smooth stroke from the wooden penis. The tag fell to ground, where unbeknownst to Diana the text on it changed back to it’s original writing. “Manikin, Voodoon magic focus. Extremely dangerous. $5000,-“ Diana’s left hand slid under her long black skirt, into her damp panties, where her fingers quickly found her clit. She gave it a few strokes and a pinch and waves of pleasure started rippling across her body. Then she inserted two fingers in her wet cunt and used her thumb to stimulate her clitoris. The rapture of her masturbation had made completely oblivious to the fact that if anyone would walk into the storeroom, they would find her in a very embarrassing and compromising position. Only one thing counted to the girl now and that was her fast approaching orgasm. She used her mouth to wet the ebony cock, and though she had rarely given head before, it was not one of her favourite practices, and certainly not to such a humongous penis, she was able to take a fair amount of it in her mouth. She had to stretch her jaws until her facial muscles hurt, but eventually she was able to take head of the cock into her mouth. She then felt the irresistible urge to deep throat the statue. After some careful licks around the tip, she fully inserted it into her mouth and pushed it in until she felt the tip touch her tonsils. This made her gag and this reflex accidentally pushed the thing in even further. After a few seconds of gagging she became accommodated to this feeling and she was able to slide it in and out of her throat without too much discomfort. While she was bobbing her head up and down the shaft, she felt the thing grow warmer and the skin became somewhat softer. She thought it must be her imagination that told her that she felt thick throbbing veins sliding across her tongue and throat, but since she had closed her eyes, she couldn’t see the transformation that was taking place. The first thing that changed about the statue was that it had opened its eyes as soon as the tip of its cock entered Diana’s mouth. Its eyes had a distinct red glow and with a cold impassionate stare it looked down upon the girl. Slowly it changed further. Its wooden curls became real hair, its ebony skin became real flesh and its arms and legs started to move. Diana was blissfully unaware of the fact that she, by now, was deep throating a one foot black midget with a real life one foot cock. She only became aware of any change when the Manikin came. His two short arms grabbed her by the ears and violently he thrust his cock deep in her throat, while at the same time spewing forth gallons of sperm deep inside the poor girl. Shocked, she opened her eyes and looked directly into two glowing red embers and a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. In a panicked reaction she let go of the dwarf, but he being impaled as he was, he didn’t fall. “Girl, I hope you are ready for more, because this has only been the beginning.” It said with a nasty tone in its voice. Then she regained some of her composure and used all her strength to push the nasty little man off of her. The panic enhanced strength made her throw the Manikin across the storeroom where it hit a wall. It landed on its tiny legs and shot forward with unnatural speed, while its humongous penis stuck out forwards like a battering ram, still spewing forth thick white gobs of cum. Up until now Diana had been too confused by events to do mucg, but now her reflex was to scream in fear. However in the split second it took for her to open her mouth, the gnome said: “Shut the fuck up bitch!” And as if by magic Diana’s mouth shut itself. The Manikin was almost upon her as it said: “Spread your legs slut.” And involuntarily she did so. It literally dove into her groin head first and bit with its razor sharp teeth into her panties. With one big yank of its head it tore them off, ripping a large patch of pubic hair along with it. Diana wanted to cry out in pain, but her mouth was still magically shut and so she only could moan. “Yes moan if you want bitch, it’s going to get a lot worse.” The little man lined up its prick and in one swift swoop entered her. Diana thought she’d die from the pain as the magical creature entered her. She and Jason had been going steady for quite a while now, she’d lost her virginity to him over a year ago, but she was used to Jason’s normal sized dick and that hadn’t prepare her for this experience. The pain was as if her virginity was taken all over again, multiplied by a thousand! Every muscle lining her vagina was stretched like it was never before, and she was lucky she was still wet from masturbating, otherwise a good part of her vaginal walls would have been damaged. The manikin started pounding away like a tiny pile driver. Mercilessly penetrating her again and again. The pain was unbearable the tears rolling down her cheeks attested to that, but there was nothing she could do about it. Held by the spell the manikin had cast upon her, she had to take the merciless torture of her vagina lying down, literally. Slowly but surely her vaginal muscles relaxed a bit, and since they had been designed to allow the passage of even bigger objects, her sore pussy began to get accustomed to the large object inserted in it. It took a while for her mind to register that the pain was slowly subsiding, but as she began to realise that things didn’t hurt as much down there, she was in for another surprise… Through the last ripples of pain pulsing through her body, she could feel another sensation building. Like a mild surf, wave upon wave of pleasure caressed her body, ever growing stronger in force. And then suddenly it hit her like a tsunami: the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced. She would’ve screamed like a banshee, if not for the fact that her mouth was still magically sealed. The manikin came simultaneously with his victim. Just as she was riding the waves of rapture, she felt her womb being filled with huge spurts of the monster’s semen. The conflicting feelings of humiliation, pain and ecstasy were to much for her and so as her orgasm faded, she passed out. As she was losing consciousness, she felt the monstrous cock leave her cunt and heard the manikin say: “So and now for your ass…” Luckily for her, her conscious mind was long gone when the monster cock entered her from behind. Meanwhile in the store Anya wrapped the last stack of bills in a rubber band and put it in the metal cashbox that was next to the cash register. She typed the final amount in the calculator and a small smile crossed her lips as she saw the final result of a hard day’s work. In her new life as a single woman there was no greater feeling of pleasure than a full cashbox at the end of the day. It almost felt as good as when Xander made her… No! She mustn’t think about Xander, he was over and done with. But she sometimes missed the bastard and the way he made her feel. She locked the cashbox and hung the chain back around her neck and let the key slide under her blouse between her breasts. The coldness of the key made her shiver slightly. Anya then walked over to where the floor safe was hidden. She pushed the cabinet that hid the thing aside and bent over to open the safe. As she punched in the combination, she thought that the one thing that could make her forget Xander was a man. A strong virile man that could make her feel like a woman again. Just at that moment Jason came back into the store. As he entered the storefront, he looked straight at miss Emerson’s shapely behind. Oh boy, she was a beautiful woman and she sure had a nice ass. She was a real woman with firm breasts and a nice piece of ass, very much unlike his skinny girlfriend. He sure would like have himself a piece of that action. The guy that left her at the altar must have been really lost his mind that day. That, or he was a homosexual. “Ahum, miss Emerson. Is there anything else I can do?” Anya was somewhere else with her mind and jumped up in surprise as Jason spoke. Quickly she closed the safe and put the cabinet back in place. “Yes Jason, you can help me clean up the counter and the table.” The counter was a clutter of loose items that had found their way there from all over the store during the day. Things people decided they didn’t want to buy at the last moment. Mainly because after it was explained what things actually were, people really didn’t want to take them home after all. The Magic Box got that a lot. “Okay if you put those jars with newts’ eyes and the ones with the snakes’ livers on the shelves over there. And I will sort out the different types of tarot decks.” They both worked hard at cleaning up the last bits of the mess in the shop. Despite the fact that it was cold November evening outside, it was quite warm in the Magic Box and not before long they had worked themselves into a sweat. Anya was so busy sorting things out and giving Jason orders, that she was completely unaware that her yellow summer’s blouse and her green knee length skirt were drenched with sweat and clung to her body like Velcro. She was also unaware that Jason was stealing glances at her body at every opportunity. Revenge! Ch. 02 Jason couldn’t keep his eyes of her. The way her nipples stuck through the fabric of her blouse. The contours of her breasts that were clearly visible now. But his eyes especially focussed on the stripe of sweat that made her skirt cling to her ass. It was very sexy how the fabric had inserted itself into the crack of her ass. What Jason wouldn’t give for his hand to trade places with that piece of skirt. Jason did his best hiding his boner, which seemed completely unnecessary as miss Emerson was completely preoccupied with cleaning up; or so he thought… Just as Jason was peeking at her, Anya was stealing glances at him. He was a strapping young man and the way his black jeans showed off his tight bum made her stomach tighten. She wandered how it would be to be embraced by those strong arms of his. No, she mustn’t think that. It has been too long since she had been with a man. And he was not even a man, he was a boy. Just a mere 18 years old. If she took advantage of him, she would be no better than that woman from that film she and Xander had watched. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Mrs. Robinson. That was fun movie, it sure had gotten them excited. Xander couldn’t keep his hands off of her during the movie. He had even fingered her right there, in the cinema. And then she had blown him. They were almost caught. That sure was fun. Reminiscing those exiting moments with Xander made Anya hot, and now besides the sweaty stains across her body another part of her was getting wet, which didn’t go unnoticed to Jason. As she turned around to put some items away, his eyes fell on the dark and damp patch between her legs. He could see her pubic hair through the skirt. She mustn’t be wearing any panties, he realised. This was his lucky day. Meanwhile Anya’s thoughts were meandering on. No it would be even worse than that Mrs. Robinson. She was a thousand years old and he a mere eighteen. Talk about a big age difference. But then she and Xander had also crossed that enormous age gap. In fact Jason and Xander didn’t differ that much in age, relatively to hers. So she and Jason could…. No, she mustn’t think that. Besides already he had a girlfriend. “Miss Emerson could you please help me with these titles?” “Huh,” said Anya when she was rudely awakened from her reverie. “Yes of course.” Jason was holding a stack of books in his hands. “Would you please put these books in the right places. I cannot read half the languages these things were written in. How then could I put them in the right places?” “No, I guess you’re right. Let me help you.” Anya said as she took the topmost tome from his pile. “A yes, the Sumerian book of the dead. That goes over there.” She walked over to a certain section of the bookcases. “Aleister Crowley. Over here, in the section Frauds and Cons. Some Numerology books over here. Hmmm. I wonder how these dark arts books ended up down here, that section is off limits to our regular customers.” “Jason would you please hold the ladder steady, while I take these titles up there.” ”Sure the miss Emerson.” Jason answered with a stupid grin on his face. This was the moment he had hoped for. “Steady now Jason. And Jason?” “Yes miss Emerson?” Jason said while he helped Anya up the ladder. “You can call me Anya if you want to.” “Oh, okay miss Emers… Eh. Anya.” “Good.” Anya clambered up the ladder and was unaware of Jason’s furtive glances up her skirt. Shit! He couldn’t see anything since her skirt clung to her legs. There was nothing to see as of yet because of the way her skirt has wrapped itself around her body, which quite frustrating for the boy holding the ladder. “What’s the next one? Oh yes, The Summoning of Nyarlathotep. Brrr. Nasty guy, even for a demon.” Anya shuddered slightly and tried to reach out and put the book in its proper place. “Hold on firmly Jason. It’s right over there.” She bent sideways to her left and to keep her balance she had to extend her right leg. This was the moment Jason had been waiting for. With her right leg extended and her bent over torso to her left, her skirt opened up. And there, hidden in the shadows, came into view what Jason lusted for. He looked directly into her fuzzy peach and the crack of her ass. He was now completely mesmerised by the sight and when her crack opened up to reveal her rosebud, he almost came in his pants. Anya was performing acrobatics to put the book on the shelve and Jason was not paying attention to the ladder and so the inevitable happened. Just as she inserted the book in the gap where it belonged, she lost her balance. She felt the ladder slip from underneath her and she fell. In one of those twists of fate her skirt became stuck behind something and her skirt started tearing. She fell. Jason let the ladder go and lunged to catch her. Her skirt tore. The ladder toppled over. The few remaining books fell from her arms. Jason got hold of her, but wasn’t strong enough to remain standing. They fell on the ground in a very awkward position. While the ladder and the books landed all around them Jason’s and Anya’s eyes locked. He lay on his back with her lying astride on top of him. His left hand ended up on her right breast his right on her bare ass. “Uhm… Sorry miss Emerson, eh I mean Anya. I should’ve paid better attention.” Jason said while withdrawing his hands quickly. “No need to apologize. And from what I could see you were paying plenty of attention, weren’t you? Well, weren’t you?” “Uh, yes.” “So Jason, did you like what you saw? Do find me attractive?” Why am I asking these things? “Yes Anya, very much so. You’re a very beautiful woman. I think you’re very sexy.” Jason stammered. Where is this leading? “And did you like what you saw underneath my skirt?” “Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Miss Emerson.” “Well, what I feel poking through your jeans tells a different story. You were taking a peek underneath my skirt and there’s no denying it, because I saw it. And you know what?” “Uh, no…” Jason was getting quite nervous from the threatening tone her voice was taking. “I thought it was rather exiting to have you admire me. It made me feel like a real woman again. You know?” “No I don’t.” Jason became even more uncomfortably aware of the raging boner that tried to prod through his jeans into her crotch. Her face was now very close to his and the musky smell of her sweaty body was permeating the air around them. “You know my fiancé left me at the altar, don’t you? And you know how that made me feel? It made me feel ugly. I thought I was the ugliest woman alive. I wanted to be dead. You think I’m ugly Jason?” “Uh, no I don’t miss Emerson. I think you’re very sexy, but I’ve got a girlfriend you kn…” At that moment Anya put her mouth on his and gave him a deep and long kiss. At first there was a weak and feeble attempt at resistance on Jason’s part, but he was a man and thus instinct took over from any conscious control over his actions. The sweet sweaty smell of her body, her probing tongue and the subtle pressure of her bare crotch across his raging boner made him shed all inhibitions and answered her passionate embrace in kind. Jason’s hands involuntarily went back to their previous positions and started fondling her breasts and ass cheeks. At which Anya groaned with pleasure. She curved her back, pushing her hips even harder against Jason’s groin and she had her first orgasm since Xander had abandoned her. After a few minutes of intense kissing and groping Anya came up for air and whispered hoarsely in his ear: “You make me feel like a woman again. You make me feel so hot.” For Jason that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. If up until that point he could’ve stopped his actions, it were these words that pushed him over the edge. Masculine pride, added with all the other incentives, turned him into an a sex crazed animal. An animal which only had one purpose. Both his hands groped at her back, grabbed hold of her blouse and tore it in two. The last vestiges of her skirt were also made short work of, and since wasn’t wearing any panties nor bra her whole naked body was accessible to his hands. While Anya had experimented a lot with sex in her short but passionate relationship with Xander, and was quite used to some rough sex, Jason’s only experience was with his meek and mousy girlfriend Diana. So the rough groping, grabbing, pinching, biting and scratching that made their lovemaking seem more like a fight than anything else, was a first for the poor boy. With all inhibitions shed the two attacked each other like two animals in heat. Anya used all her strength to tear his clothes off. She gripped his jeans by the hem and started jerking them downwards. As soon as his cock sprung free, she mounted him, not even bothering to take his jeans past his knees. As soon as he felt the velvety smooth pressure of her vagina slide over his stiff pole, he arched his back, thrusting his hips upwards to penetrate her even further. There they were making the beast with two backs like the beasts they were, consumed by their passion, oblivious to their surroundings. Also completely unaware of the form that materialised at the far end of the store. From there Lillith observed the results of her work. Succubi can use their powers much more freely than vengeance demons, as vengeance demons can only use their powers to grants wishes of others. However they are much more limited in the scope of their powers. Unlike vengeance demons, who can, if necessary, alter reality in very fundamental ways, succubi can only make minor alterations. They can influence thoughts and feelings, give people a nudge in a certain direction, alter perceptions, and influence matter in some minor ways. This is not to say these powers cannot be used effectively. Lillith was one of the oldest succubi that walked the earth and during the many thousands of years she did so, she had learned to use her powers very effectively. It had taken only very little effort to set this situation up. It took only a minor planted suggestion in Diana’s mind to get her all hot and bothered. It was lucky that the manikin was already there to be used. Activating it cost almost no magic at all. Then events took care of themselves as far as Diana was concerned. She still observed the situation in the backroom through some of her many senses, and saw how Diana collapsed into an unconscious heap. She was ready for phase two, but first let the other two enjoy themselves. At the same time as Lillith was manipulating events in the back she was using her powers in the storefront. She had to be much more careful here because of Anyanka. Lillith couldn’t afford Anya noticing her presence or the use of her magic. So she couldn’t use her mind altering powers on her. But Lillith had a lot of other cards up her sleeve. First she raised the temperature and humidity in the Magic Box slightly so that Anya and Jason started sweating profusely. Then she filled the air with pheromones. Since Anya’s body chemistry was still human, she was affected by these. However since they were not magical in nature Anyanka’s demonic senses wouldn’t notice them. After Anya and Jason had fallen under the influence of the pheromones, it all became very easy for Lillith. A minor alteration of reality made Anyanka’s panties and bra disappear, which Anya didn’t even notice because she was completely occupied with admiring Jason. After that Lillith only had to turn invisible and give Anya a little push to let her fall off the ladder, all the while holding on to her skirt so that it was torn off her ass. After that pheromone driven instincts took over. If there is one disadvantage to the use of pheromones, it was that they influence only the most primitive areas of the human brain. They allow the brainstem to override cognitive processes of the higher brain functions. Thus transforming those under the influence into little more than animals in heat. And that was exactly what was happening between Anya and Jason. There was little tender and gentle loving involved in the passionate mating that was taking place between these two. At first Anya rode him like an amazon, pushing him down every time he tried to get up. He was meeting her downward strokes with upward thrusts of his hips. His hands grabbed for her tits and kneaded them with all the strength he had in his hands, giving Anya unbearable jolts of pain and pleasure. She in the mean while was digging her fingernails in his chest and drew big red scratches across it. When Jason came for the first time, Anya approached her fourth orgasm. Both howled in unison. As Anya was slowly winding down the tempo with which she was bucking her hips, Jason, desperate for more, flung her off him. “We’re not finished yet, slut. Spread your legs.” Anya who ended up on her back, did as commanded. Jason kicked his jeans and shoes off and dove down between his lover’s spread legs. In one swift stroke he entered her up to his hilt. Anyanka yelled: “Awwwww, gad! Yessss!” Then they were at it again, this time Jason was on top. This time Jason determined the pace and he was in a hurry. He was slamming in and out of her at frenzied pace that had Anya up in agony and ecstasy. At one moment his cock slipped out of her cunt and upon his downward thrust he accidentally shoved it up her ass. This put Anya, an anal virgin, really over the edge. “Noooooooooo!!!” She thought she’d die of pain as her asshole was torn open. The pain tearing through her body was the worst physical pain she had ever felt. Her first reaction was to crawl away from underneath her torturer. With her arms and legs splaying against the floor she tried to wiggle the torturing tool out of her burning anus. However Jason was not planning to let go of this tight and hot prison his penis had wound up in. Besides the wiggling of the ass and the anguished expression on her face made Jason even hotter, thus giving him another incentive to increase the pace and force of his thrusts. For Anya the pain increased even further, and again she let out a howl of pain. But then through the mists of pain and humiliation caused by her anal rape, came another feeling. Her cries became whimpers and in turn became cries again. The hot poker still burned in her ass causing pain, but slowly and surely an overwhelming feeling of ravishment overwhelmed her. Shrieking and yelling for more as she approached her first anal orgasm, she stimulated Jason too let loose his pent up lust upon her asshole. Both were approaching climax quickly. Lillith had seen enough. It was time for phase two. As Jason and Anya were coming, the succubus slipped into the backroom. There the vicious little sorcerer’s familiar was still raping the unconscious form of Diana. Only a minor magical effect turned the manikin back to its wooden statuesque form. She then dragged the girl back to where she stood when she was lifting the box. A small alteration of reality put her clothes back on. repaired any damage to them and mended the worst of wounds. Then Lillith put all things in their original place and finally gave Diana’s mind a little tweak so she would wake up. After the succubus had become invisible, Diana did indeed wake up. She was still groggy and needed some time to get her bearings. Something bad had happened. But what? Oh yes the box and then that monstrous being and I… No that’s impossible. She looked around. There it is. It’s just a statue, not a monster. Diana touched between her legs and felt her panties. And I still have my panties on. It must all must have been a dream. Phew. What really happened? She then touched the bump on her head. Oh yes, the box split open and something heavy hit me on the head. I’d better tell miss Emerson. Diana got up, still groggy, and unsteadily she walked to the front of the store. Meanwhile Anya and Jason had again switched positions. This time Anya had gotten on all fours and Jason was doing her doggie style, occasionally switching between the two offered orifices. “Yes Jason, I love it when you do that. Poke both my holes.” They were so taken up by their passionate love making that they failed to notice to hear the curtain behind them open. “Oh my God! What are YOU TWO doing?!?” Diana’s voice worked as a cold shower on both lovers. Suddenly their lovemaking wasn’t the most important thing in the world. Jason pushed himself up from Anya and faced his girlfriend, all the while covering his nakedness. Anya was, at the same time, trying to crawl away from the gaze of the girl. She crawled behind the counter. “Oh my God, you were fucking! You were FUCKING!” Diana’s shouting got a hysterical edge to it. “You fucking animals!” “Now hush honey. Don’t get upset.” Jason approached her carefully and tried to calm her down. However the fact that his hands could barely hide his still erect cock only made things worse. “You filthy cheating bastard! You said you loved me! You lying, cheating son of a whore! You… You…” “Calm down darling. It wasn’t what it seemed. It…” “It wasn’t what it seemed?!? It wasn’t what it seemed?!? You were fucking her in the ass. HOW can that not be what that seemed. YOU WERE FUCKING HER!!! YOU FILTHY COCKSUCKER!” A growing sense of unease was taking hold of Anyanka. And it was not the discomfort of her nakedness or the awkwardness of their situation which caused that unease. Anyanka knew what was coming next. She had seen it a thousand times before and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. “You and that filthy slut were fucking. You cheated on me. I hate you both. I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!” Anya knew what Diana was going to say, even before the words were spoken. The cold knot in her stomach tightened as the fatal sentence came out of her mouth. Anyanka’s powers had been recently restored to her. And while her reality altering powers were extremely strong when compared those of a succubus, she wasn’t able to use them freely. Even worse, she had no control over them whatsoever. The only thing she could do was to grant the wishes of scorned women. However what was even worse in this situation, was that she had to grant the wish of a scorned woman. She had no control over that aspect either. So as soon Diana voiced her wish, her magic involuntarily kicked in. Jason grabbed for his heart as soon Diana’s wish was voiced. An incredible pain shot through his chest as his heart stopped beating. He keeled over and fell on the ground in his final death throes. It only took a few seconds of thrashing and then he slumped. With a horrid expression on face his soul left his body. Anyanka’s death was somewhat more spectacular. 1.200 years of not aging caught up with her in a few seconds. One second there stood a beautiful young woman, albeit with a horrified expression on her face, the next there was an old crone and only seconds later all remained was a pile of dust. Smooth skin turned parched and wrinkled in the blink of an eye. Blond, healthy looking hair became white and thin in only a fraction of a second and after that Anyanka went the way of so many vampires she and her friends had faced. Diana already hysterical, now really lost it. Screaming like a madwoman, she ran for the exit and ran into the street. “Nooooooooo!!!” As her screaming faded in the darkness, Lillith became visible again. With the tip of her toe she nudged the pile of dust. “Well Anyanka, that takes care of you. No more interfering with my business. Lillith laughed and dematerialised in search of her next victims.