15 comments/ 44641 views/ 108 favorites Demonic Tutor By: betsybottoms Ted Shapiro looked across the enormous leather desk, sweating a bit. Across from him was the most intimidating woman he had ever met, including his wife Jeannie. He tried his best to not cower in his chair as she leaned across the desk, smiling at him predatorily. The room was cold, almost too cold for air conditioning, but the woman seated behind the desk was making him sweaty and anxious anyways. Ted scratched at his palm nervously and replied to her last line of questions. "I'm sure, Mrs. M-Malagasta," Ted stammered, "that we can come to an arrangement in regards to your daughter's tutoring." Ted was a tutor, a private teacher, really and a very well-paid one. He specialized in home tutoring for the children of the ultra wealthy and his unimposing persona helped with this. His networking skills didn't hurt his chances, either, yet for all of the boy bands and heiresses he had put into University, nothing had prepared him for Victoria Malagasta. "Miss," she breathed across the desk at him and stood up. Her smile was warm and friendly and when she smiled at him the rest of her face smiled too. Despite her obvious charm, she made Ted ill at ease and he couldn't explain why. Her tan was so deep it made her look red and the dress she wore didn't look like clothes so much as a thick layer of paint. At her full height, Ted felt like he was staring at some beautiful, ancient fertility goddess. Her black hair had a near perfect sheen to it and was styled in an up-swept way that accented her eyes and made her stare seem that much more penetrating. "I checked your references and you come highly recommended, Mr. Shapiro. A number of your previous clients praised your abilities and your, ahem, discretion." "Well ma'am," Ted wasn't sure why he used that word, but it seemed... right, "parents with children who are touring musicians want to know their children are safe and they have nothing to fear from their teachers, who frequently sleep nearby." "Well Mr. Shapiro, there's very little of concern here for me in regards to that. Tatiana doesn't tour or even leave the house, but she can be a handful." "I've dealt with handfuls, ma'am," he was baffled at why he was saying that word, "Miss Malagasta." "It's Victoria." "Victoria," he repeated and started to relax. "But I do so like being called 'ma'am'," she purred, grinning. Her teeth set him on edge again just as he was starting to relax. This woman was so like his wife, Jeannie. Jeannie loved to get him spun up and it drove him nuts. He was only here at her insistence. He was here because Jeannie wanted more money. Jeannie always wanted more money. Three years ago, he'd done a tutoring gig; going on tour with the Dodson Twins and that had set him up for life. The following year he spent on the road with 5 cash-drunk boy banders. That trip had put two nice Hondas in their garage, along with another half of a million dollars in the bank. The Shapiros had a beautiful house across the East River from here, a pair of nice cars and a dog named Buck. Ted also hoped that eventually some children would enter the picture but Jeannie loved her money more than she would love anyone or anything else and she always wanted more. That was why he was here. More money for Jeannie. "Of course, ma'am," he lowered his eyes for a moment. "Tatiana has a serious condition that we need to address when the time comes. You can't let her get the upper hand on you and she is not to have contact with other teens. Her condition makes contact with them in an uncontrolled environment very risky. We are going to take a few specific precautions to prevent her from unduly influ- err... affecting you, but other people her age must be properly vetted and brought in by me and me alone." "Of course, ma'am," Ted produced a file folder with the contracts he had drawn up at her direction from his briefcase and placed them on the edge of her desk. Ted had wondered why Tatiana Malagasta had been confined to the house, but he doubted he would find out today. Today was about signing contracts. Whatever 'condition' she had, it meant she couldn't go outside and she needed to be protected from him or vice versa. The desk was an enormous and imposing leather-covered affair. It was edged with ornate, rich brass work that seemed ancient, yet untarnished. Into the leather, tiny figures were stamped along the edges and corners. Ted stared at the figures, but couldn't figure out what they were and when he tried too hard, it made his brain hurt. The entire article of furniture had a tangible wrongness to it. "These are my standard contracts and I've added your specified err- clauses and made the alterations you requested. Ma'am." Ms. Malagasta had requested that he include a blanket 'teacher will take all necessary client-directed, client-specified precautions' clause to protect her daughter and had requested he leave the monetary compensation a blank. Finally, she had added a very strange immunity clause, protecting her from lawsuits in the case that he did not approve of her precautions. She sauntered around to the front of the desk and bent over the contract, her stunning backside high and pointed right at him. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she grinned, her perfect white teeth setting him again on edge. She scribbled something on the contract and checked a few other pages, initialing the bottom of each page then setting the entire thing down on the desk. She turned around and with an almost bouncy, bubbly hop, she jumped up to sit on the edge of the desk. She plucked up the contract again and sat right on the very edge closest to Ted. Now, she was so very close to him, her long red-brown legs crossed. This close, Ted felt a certain warm humidity and an ozone-like tingle in the air; it was like just before an electrical storm. She smiled at him and ran her long, blood colored nails along the contract. He could smell her breath, a cinnamony wisp that when he inhaled too deeply it made him heady and when combined with her rich musky perfume, made it impossible for him to not stand there blissfully, basking in her scent. He stood next to her enraptured and started when she bgan to speak again. "Yes, thank you." She plucked a fountain pen from the desk and scribbled on the compensation page, a self-satisfied smirk on her lips. Grinning again, she reversed the paper to Ted. The number was an astronomical, decadent amount. He had heard that she was rich, but until now had no idea how rich. Ted exhaled sharply and then took in another few deep breaths, hyperventilating. Her scent hammered at him and he felt funny, like he'd gotten high and didn't know it. He stood there, poleaxed. She smiled and ran a long nail along his hairline, making Ted even more uncomfortable and suddenly now at her first contact, aroused. The scent, her voice, her smile, and most importantly her electric touch caused him to stir to life down there and he felt the sensation of something 'letting down' inside of him, a secretion or oozing of something deep in his loins. Whatever liquid flowed in him, it was headed to his manhood, which suddenly felt tight in his pants despite being not even half erect. He wasn't sure if it was the money or his suddenly being turned on that made him lose his footing, but he slumped back into his chair. He felt weird and lost and like his mind was being pawed at. She seemed to know something was up and she peered down at him in his chair, now feeling so far below her. She gave him the smile of a stalking jungle cat and his knees felt weak. "Wow," Ted finally said. Victoria showed her teeth again and it unnerved him. He stammered out a few syllables adn she cut him off with a question, "So I should sign this then?" She slithered off of the desk, her dress clinging to her like paint everywhere it made close contact. She walked on her toes, her heels several inches off of the carpet. She stalked over to a massive mahogany buffet and cabinet, opening it to reveal a well-stocked bar. She took a pair of crystal glasses from the side and set them onto the small end of the buffet. Into each glass she placed a trio of dark red icecubes. Following the ice cubes came a healthy amount of a brown liquor from an unmarked crystal ewer. Ted assumed it was scotch. She signed the contract and passed it to Ted, who signed a copy and passed the copy back to her. She set the contract on the desk and passed him a glass of scotch. Floating in the scotch, the red ice cubes were quickly fizzing away to nothingness. By the time the glass was securely in his hands, the red ice cubes were gone. She raised her glass to Ted and he reciprocated and as she killed her scotch in a single gulp, he poured his down his throat. The scotch burned. It seared down his throat and into his chest. He sputtered as it torched his tongue and writhed slightly, shuddering as it made his skin feel as pins and needles were on it. Ted wondered where she had gotten this scotch, as it had never burned his throat and mouth like this. It wasn't the burn of cheap liquor, it was the burn of ghost peppers and burning embers and fresh wasabi. Still grinning she asked if everything was all right. "Yes, just fine," he rasped. "Well here's to a very successful relationship." "Likewise," he managed. "Should we get on the subject of the other clause, ma'am?" "The protective measures for you?" "Me? I guess I just assumed it was for your daughter. That she had a compromised immune system or something similar." "Oh no, Teddy. She has a condition to be sure, but we needed to make sure that it wouldn't affect your ability to be her tutor." "Needed?" She set her glass on the desk and twirled her finger around the lip of it. She gave him one more unnerving smile, "The precautions are being taken as we speak." - The drive home gave Ted time to think, wondering about what was wrong with Tatiana Malagasta, how powerful that scotch was and how Jeannie was going to react to the news about the pay for this job. He hoped he didn't get pulled over. He had no idea how potent that scotch was, but he felt like he was slowly losing his mind. He kept spacing out and his thoughts drifted much more randomly than they normally did. He wanted to please Jeannie so badly. He needed to prove to her that he was worth it. She was always the pretty girl and he was just some guy. She could have landed a doctor or lawyer and yet she was with him. He drove automatically once he crossed the bridge into Brooklyn and didn't really remember pulling his car into the space on the street in front of his house. His eyes burned and his skin was still crawling from the scotch as he unlocked the front door and entered the house that he and Jeannie shared. Jeannie was sitting in the living room on the sofa, her back to him. She was reading a magazine and watching some banal thing about a famous family on the TV. Next to her were empty takeout containers from their favorite restaurant. She either didn't notice him entering or didn't acknowledge it and it wasn't until he plopped down next to her that she even took notice of him. "Oooh, King China!" he said to her, smiling and clutching the contract. "Yeah, I was hungry." "Sweet, I'm going to make myself a plate." "It's gone." Ted stared at her, dumbstruck at the fact that she hadn't even thought to ask him, save some for him, or order for him. "You only ordered for you?" "Yeah. That ok?" Something inside Ted had changed and suddenly, for the first time ever, he seethed. He had just spent an hour with the creepiest (and most beautiful) woman he had ever met. Jeannie had been here all day, jobless and living off of his work. Hell, Jeannie technically had never had a real job despite having a college degree. They had met six years ago, a setup by both of their mothers, single children in their late 20s. Jeannie was sweet and quiet back then and Ted wasn't terribly assertive. Jeannie had once described him to her girlfriend Laura as 'safe and tame.' Ted wasn't feeling terribly tame right now. "I just spent an hour with the creepiest woman in the city, kissing her ass for an eight figure tutoring job, and you didn'-" "Eight Figure?" Jeannie interrupted him. "Oh my god. I can get a new car. A Mercedes or a Hummer. I can get a spa membership and I can't wait to see the look on Laura's face. She will be soooo Jealous. We can get my mom a new car and I can get that coat we saw on vacation, that designer wool coat in London." Ted listened to her parade of 'I' and 'me' statements for some time before finally blurting out, "You couldn't even bother to order dinner with me and you want me to buy you a stupid three thousand dollar wool coat and a Hummer?" Jeannie's face suddenly changed. Her smile contorted and twisted from happiness into hatred and contempt. She sneered at Ted and looked nearly to slap him. Ted suddenly realized that this was her real face. Somehow her spell on him was broken; his wife was just a gold-digger. He no longer cared what she thought. He still loved her, but he was sick of her selfish bullshit. All of these realizations came to him in slow-motion, like a movie special effect where a bullet passes over a man falling into a back-bridge. His mind processed his changing point of view at light speed and when she started speaking, he just gave her a pale little smile. "How dare you speak to your wife that way? I clean up after you, I am here for you!" "Like how you cleaned up the house for my return from Nebraska last month? This place was trashed, I had to call a cleaning service. Jeannie, what the fuck? All I am to you is a paycheck and you won't even say yes to having kids." Jeannie gave an animal snarl and took a swing at Ted, trying to slap him. Ted's reaction wasn't one he would ever have planned, but it suddenly seemed right. It was as if his body wasn't completely under his control and what he did was, to him, robotic. He reached up under her swing and gently caressed her cheek, just like Ms. Malagasta had done to him. Jeannie's swinging arm stopped suddenly and her face went slack. Her expression sat neutral for several moments and then, she smiled at him warmly, stupidly. Her entire demeanor had somehow changed. He could tell from experience that she was turned on, maybe more than he had ever seen her. He had just done the same thing to Jeannie that Victoria Malagasta had done to him. "Oh Ted, what's that smell?" Her voice was airy and distant and she stared off past his right shoulder. "It's like being in the Hamptons before a thunderstorm." She leaned very close to him, kissing him ravenously, aggressively. She smiled and started to unbutton his shirt and kiss him all over. She didn't wait for his shirt to be off to start foreplay. The top button came loose with a pop and she leaned close to his ear, her bottom lip dragging along his earlobe, "it's suddenly so hot, Ted. You can't be comfortable in that shirt and tie." Ted felt himself grinning and he put his hand on his wife's hip. She opened the second button and pressed her chest to him, breathing heavily, her lips playfully biting his ear and then his jaw. Kissing, nearly gnawing her way to his mouth. The third button down and her lips were on his, her teeth pulling his bottom lip into her mouth. Jeannie had never been this eager, this wanton with him. She acted as if the only thing she ever wanted was to get fucked, something Jeannie normally did reluctantly. She yanked his tie open and yanked it out of his collar while sucking on his lip and running her tongue along the tip of his. The fourth button and Jeannie was sweating lightly and kissing him deeply. Ted didn't understand fully what had happened but his mind went back to the scotch. What was in that scotch? Jeannie's patience ran out and she yanked his shirt off of him, sending the last two buttons tumbling to the floor and skittering under the sofa. Jeannie attacked him, ramming her tongue down his throat. She dragged her nails down the sides of his stomach, eliciting a loud gasp from Ted. Her eyes glimmering with something like madness, Jeannie jerked his pants down, forcing them to his ankles. Ted's shaft stood at attention, painfully hard and hotter than fire. The skin crawling sensation from the scotch had somehow concentrated in his cock. As Jeannie kissed her way down his body, each time her lips made contact with him, the sensation concentrated in that spot. Tiny blue arcs of electricity jolted between them, making the room flash with little blue strobes of light. Each tiny shock sent waves of pleasure radiating out from where they touched Ted and Jeannie; after each jolt, Jeannie moaned softly and Ted continued to writhe in near-ecstasy. As she reached his waist, her tongue danced along his flesh, tiny pops of electricity driving her beyond lust into a desire-driven insanity that would never again leave her. She needed Ted inside of her. She looked up into his eyes but he was too far gone to notice. Jeannie dragged her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and Ted gripped her hair, forcing himself into her mouth. Jeannie stared into his eyes as Ted fucked her mouth roughly. Strands of precum leaked from her mouth. Jeannie gripped the base of his sex and squeezed more of it into her mouth. As Ted's ardor increased the blue sparks became more and more frequent. Jeannie's moans became shrieks that vibrated his flesh, turning him on even more. Ted fucked her mouth with such force that he was worried for a fleeting moment that he might hurt her. Pulling his cock back until the tip kissed her lips, he rammed it back into her throat, repeating this over and over again. Jeannie gagged a bit but moaned as she took him in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and she stared at him with a glazed look on her face. Drool and precum flowed out of her mouth and she stared at him without any conscious thought besides getting fucked. Ted worried for a moment that he had actually damaged her with whatever he had done, wondering if Ms. Malagasta had anything to do with it. He was worried. Why was he thinking about his employer at a time like this, at a time when he was having the best sex he had ever had with his wife. Electricity arced between them, draining Jeannie's lust and energizing Ted. The more turned on that Jeannie looked, the more energized he felt. The more energized he was, the more glassy-eyed she became. The more dazed and glassy-eyed she looked, the more turned on she got. Her breathing became ragged and she moved on him as he wondered still if tomorrow she would be her old, greedy self again. He didn't dwell on these thoughts terribly long because Jeannie needed more. She pushed him back onto to the sofa and crawled up to meet him face to face, kissing him deeply and impaling herself on him in a single move. On her third thrust, the sparks reached a crescendo and Ted and she both had the most powerful orgasms of their marriage. Blue sparks ran up and down his skin and pleasure shot through both of them. He felt his seed pulse into her for what seemed an hour until finally she collapsed onto him. Ted relaxed, letting his hand fall to the side of the sofa and felt the unmistakable sensation of his wedding ring sliding off of his finger without any obstacle, hitting the floor with a loud clear tone. His hands had somehow changed, they had gotten thinner. Ted could feel his bones aching suddenly, but the endorphins from his orgasm kept him from feeling too much pain. Jeannie was only out for a moment. She lifted herself upright and rode his maleness which seemed unaffected by the sudden pains. She rocked her hips back pushing him deep inside of her. He groaned as the agony caught up with him for a moment, but somehow he felt even harder. Demonic Tutor Jeannie didn't notice his groans or pain, she continued to ride him, milking his cock with her sex. She lifted herself up off of him then let gravity pull her back down, roughly impaling herself on him. Ted scanned the floor, hunting for the ring, wondering how it had come off. Then he saw his hand. Jeannie's relentless fucking continued as he looked around. She was oblivious to anything but the cock inside of her. Ted caught a glimpse of his hands, trying to figure out where his wedding ring had gotten to and suddenly he knew. His hands had changed. Moments before, Ted's hands had been masculine. They hadn't been the hands of a machinist, but they were unmistakably male. Now, they were slim and feminine. He looked on as they became more tapered and his nails grew to a perfect quarter inch past the tip. The hair on his hands thinned out and most of it shed or turned so light it was invisible. His pores tightened and his skin smoothed. The smoothing continued up from his hands and radiated out from his cock. He watched the hair on his arms and then his chest fall out and as the wave of change surged back down his body, he became hard again, his manhood throbbing inside of his wife. Even as the rest of his body became more and more feminine, his cock seemed to get harder, more virile. Jeannie looked down and grinned at him, "mmmm you look so sexy baby, I need more." She began to ride him again, each thrust now bottoming out inside of her. His tip rubbed up against her deepest recesses and dragged along her inner walls. She shuddered with pleasure and Ted came inside of her again, not minutes since his last. He felt his seed leak out of her this time, squirting out from around his girth which nearly sealed her sex shut. From his cock, another wave of energy radiated out to his body and each place it touched changed suddenly. His slight beer gut disappeared and all of his body hair was suddenly gone. His nipples swelled and the areolae widened, his manly moans slowly became feminine cries of lust as her pussy milked him for more seed. Ted gripped Jeannie's hips with long feminine hands, his nails digging into Jeannie's thighs. He continued to thrust into Jeannie as she milked cum from him, her eyes rolling back into her head. Every time she came, Ted felt stronger and filled with energy; transferred to him by the blue sparks of lightning. The energy he sucked from Jeannie fuelled the changes to his body. Ted felt the 'dropping down' sensation in his lower abdomen again and this time the flowing feeling travelled to his cock. He felt it change, making it somehow harder, larger, more invasive. Jeannie noticed and immediately began to ride him with reckless abandon, bodies slapping together and their sofa banging into nearby furniture as her lust drove it about the room. She bore down on him and he felt a third orgasm roar through him. Jeannie shrieked, incoherently at first, then slowly forming her lust into thoughts. "God yes, fill me up baby. Put all of your nasty cum in me. Knock me up my love put your babies in me." Ted's cum filled her up and spilled out between them. Those were the last intelligible words Jeannie would speak for weeks. Jeannie stared down at him, eyes unfocused, lips parted, her hair a jumbled, sexy mess. Her nipples stood out like tiny little points, jutting into the air. She gyrated on his cock for a few more minutes before climbing off and rolling over, presenting her ass to him and looking back expectantly. Ted sat up and took inventory of himself, his fingers roaming over his body. His chest was no longer in any way muscular and had a pair of tiny sore bumps on it, his areolae were a bit rounder and darker and his nipples very similar to Jeannies - feminine and erect. His waist had shed at least ten inches, maybe a bit more. He actually felt like he looked a bit unhealthy now but as soon as his mind wandered, it locked back onto Jeannie's body, presented to him. Ted lined his still hard, aching cock up with her sex and grabbing her hips, thrust into her. He pushed in shallowly at first, teasing her warm slit with the tip. Shallow sensual thrusts brought her over the edge again and sending another shockwave of electricity up his body, ending up and being absorbed by his chest, which swelled as it absorbed the little arcs of blue. He pushed deeper inside of her and rocked his hips slowly against her to stimulate her inner walls, leaving her trembling beneath him. Rearing back he pulled his cock free from her then jabbed it deep inside of her in a single thrust. She screamed and her face collapsed to the sofa and one hand roamed up to her sex, fingertips massaging her mound, concentrating on her extremely sensitive button. She came again suddenly and the arcs arrived with the orgasm, causing his chest to swell again. It was undeniable, Jeannie's orgasms were somehow giving him breasts and he couldn't stop. He fucked her savagely now, ramming deep inside of her, his sharp nails holding her hips and pulling her back onto him, his sex stabbing at her womb as she climaxed several more times with each one driving his newly-formed bosom to a larger size. When Ted pulled free for a moment to give himself a break, he took stock of his new assets. He had a gorgeous pair of breasts that were at least as big as Jeannies and she was a C cup. He tugged at his nipples and was rewarded with an amazing sensation, the arousal traveled out of his chest and down to his cock, instantly returning it to hardness. Jeannie had been masturbating, watching him play with his nipples and when his cock became hard again, she lunged forward, grabbing it with near-animalistic ardor and suckling at the tip. She made mewling noises much like an animal in heat as she sucked at it and once he was sufficiently wet, she pushed him back and mounted him again, this time impaling her ass upon his member. Ted stared in shock; Jeannie had never let him put it there and now she was bearing down, filling her own ass with his cock. He watched in ecstasy as her rosebud spread, thinned and eventually swallowed him, her bottom resting on his pelvis. She lifted up and slapped back down, making a loud grunting noise; per pussy giving out a thin white line of her lubricant. She stared down at him in awe and immediately repeated the act, this time with a much louder more satisfied series of short breaths and a grunt. Her hair cacaded in messy twirls in front of her face and she gave him arguably the sluttiest most wanton look he'd ever seen. She began to pump herself up and down on his cock, her ass trembling around his sex. She screamed and moaned, grunted and panted, a series of small orgasms shooting lightning into his hips which expanded to a very pleasant width from her orgasm. She was not done, however, and began lewdly fingering herself, penetrating both holes with her hand and his cock. Unable to control herself, she gave herself another pair of significantly more powerful orgasms, the second of which made Ted take notice of his ass being bigger, as it had pushed them both up nearly an inch. She kept thrashing about on top of him, her fist now buried in her pussy, working four fingers in and out of her sex. She screamed repeatedly, barely coherent word-like sounds, her ass milking his cock of seed and being rewarded with another torrent of cum. The pearly fluid only served to lubricate the process better and Jeannie continued to ride him and cum over and over again. After another fifteen minutes of this, she suddenly went rigid and collasped back onto the sofa, her face slack and drooling. Ted sat up in a panic. "Jeannie?" She blinked at him, breathing deeply. "Oh god, Jeannie, what's going on?" He asked her, starting to panic. She smiled a tiny bit and passed out, her face still slack but smiling just a bit. Ted watched her, terrified for some time. After he was satisfied that she wasn't going to die, he got up and took stock of the situation. Standing, Ted carefully made his way to the bathroom, looking in the mirror with a surge of nervousness and anxiety. Before anything could focus, he puked in the sink. Twice. After he recovered he peered up and took stock of how he had changed. His hair was back. His baldness had seemed inevitable just six hours ago and now he had a full, dramatic pile of black hair that reached down to a pair of beautiful, palm-sized breasts. Ted wasn't an expert by any means, but he figured he was a C cup. His lips were young-looking and a bit... pert? Pouty? His cheeks had moved up and his face and midsection had thinned. He looked like a particularly indoorsy and pale female athlete with a larger than average penis. He had a damn near perfect ass and beautiful child-bearing hips. His skin was smooth and nearly blemish free and most of his scars were gone or nearly so. Ted stared at the person in the mirror for hours and hours, losing track of time as he ran his fingers over his new flesh. Most of the night had passed and he realized he hadn't heard from Jeannie since their lovemaking had ended. He figured that she might need to use the bathroom and clean up. As he walked back into the living room, Ted considered the changes. What had happened today had permanently altered their lives. He wasn't a 'he' anymore. There was probably no way he would ever be a 'he' again. He stared at Jeannie and just said the word 'She' out loud over and over again. Jeannie stared back at him blankly and it was only after several minutes that Ted realized she hadn't blinked in a while. - Jeannie wasn't dead but her mind had gone on vacation. Ted made the sofa up as a bed and left her staring blankly at the ceiling. Whatever had happened had broken her mind. The sun rose without Ted having slept and when she was able, she called out for lunch. The delivery girl from King China gave her a funny look. Ted was in one of her own, male, button-down shirts and looked every bit like 'the other woman' when she handed the cash over to the delivery girl. As the money changed hands, Ted let her hand caress the delivery girl's hand. Ted wanted to know if what he had done to Jeannie could be duplicated. The girl's eyes glazed over on contact with his fingertips and the she sniffed at the air with a vacant look on her face. Ted could smell something new as well, but it wasn't the ozone smell of Victoria's office, it was something else. She could smell the delivery girl's sex and musk and something else, something more primal. The delivery girl quickly moved towards Ted, breaking into her personal space. Ted tried to deflect her away, but failed. When her hands met the delivery girl's arm, sparks flew again. Ted tried to tear her hand away but the delivery girl dropped to her knees and looked up with lust and longing in her eyes. "Please." She pawed at Ted's leg, caressing it in an unmistakeably sexual way, dragging her nails gently down the inside of Ted's milky thigh. Ted started at her hand. watched her caress her thigh and looked at the delivery girl in horror. In a panic, she slammed the door in the girl's face. The girl started to cry and wail. Ted could hear her loudly sobbing and calling after her from the front porch, the noise carrying through the neighborhood. Ted tried her best to block out the sound and opened the fried rice. She needed to feed Jeannie. After a few failed attempts and a few changes in tactics, Ted was able to get some food in her wife. What finally worked was actually saying to Jeannnie the word 'eat,' ordering her to do so. Each time she brought a spoonful of rice to Jeannie's mouth she would repeat it and Jeannie would eat. Ted tried it again with a bottle of water. "Drink," and she did. Ted sat on their sofa staring at Jeannie. Jeannie stared off into space, without expression or conscious thought. It was as if Ted had somehow torn out her mind. Ted was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and remorse and without warning, she started to weep. Softly at first and then as her feelings of loss and worry intensified and as she thought about how much had changed since last night, she began to sob over Jeannie's body. Ted's cries echoed in time with the wails of the delivery girl on the porch, begging 'please' over and over again. Ted had a good cry on Jeannie, then as she recovered, she set about making a plan. Ted needed to talk to Victoria Malagasta very soon (preferably right this moment), but she couldn't leave Jeannie. Someone had to be here to take care of Jeannie. Ted only hesitated for a moment before opening the door and looking the delivery girl in the eye. "Come inside, honey." The delivery girl walked inside robotically, smiling lustily at Ted as she did. Ted said it again and listened to her voice before continuing. "What is your name?" "Mira" "What do you want, Mira?" The question seemed to release the girl partially from her stupor. "I don't.. I don't know. I feel this need, this craving for you to be intimate with me and it's so weird. I'm not gay, but my mind is filled with images of you doing horrible things to me." Ted started to say that she didn't want to hurt or do any of those things to the delivery girl, but something completely different came out. "What sorts of things, tell me." The delivery girl, tears rolling down her face, described each depraved act in detail. - Ted stood in Jeannie's expansive closet. She had left the unviolated Mira downstairs to look after Jeannie and was now looking for something to wear out of the house. Ted was much taller and even after narrowing, her shoulders were still broader than Jeannie's. The only things that fit were an unseasonable wool dress that would look ridiculous on her and a severe looking skirt-and-blouse combination that Jeannie's best friend Laura had left here last New Year's eve. Ted opted for the skirt and blouse and after some fretting about wearing Jeannie's underwear opted to go commando to the Malagasta residence. She strongly suspected Victoria wouldn't care wouldn't care about the lack of underwear. - Ms. Malagasta's housekeeper let her in without asking any questions, setting off alarms in Ted's head. She led her back to the same office and peeking in said in her thick Portugese accent, "ma'am, Miss Shapiro here to see you." Ted looked horrified. The housekeeper knew. "Come in, Ted," came Ms. Malagasta's voice from the study. Ted entered. Without thinking, Ted bowed her head and said, "ma'am." Doing it irritated Ted and getting irritated just made Ted more irritated. Her irritation spiralled until it started to infuriate her. She got angrier and angrier, seething until Victoria loomed close. She caressed Ted's cheek and dragged her thumb across her lips. All anxiety, anger and hostility drained from Ted. "Mmmm dear Goddesses you look delicious, Ted. I do apologise for not telling you what I was doing to you, but I must admit you turned out better than I could have hoped for. You were our third attempt." "I was WHAT?" her words had broken Ted's submission. "Interesting, we had calculated that you were naturally completely submissive. You put up with that money-grubbing harridan in your bed for so many years." Victoria, of course, referred to his wife Jeannie. She knew, Ted thought, she knew about my marriage. Victoria had some ability to predict this outcome. He stammered inchoherently for a moment before clamming up and staring at her. She was, if possible, more alluring than yesterday. She wore a gorgeous black corset and a maroon skirt with a belt of silver hoops hanging low on her right hip. The corset's top was below her breasts and her large, supernaturally perky breasts were bare to the world. Each nipple was pierced with a narrow conical black stone spike, the pair of piercings pointing away from each other. Ted's knees grew weak when she took in all of Ms. Malagasta. Ms. Malagasta looked Ted over and was more thana bit turned on at her handiwork. She deftly ran a fingernail down Ted's body, between her breasts until she reached Ted's dangling glans. "Oh my, Ted. You're a bit... hung for a girl. I'm thirsty just thinking about it." She stepped back and pointed at her cock, looking Ted in the eye and telling her, "Make her hard for me." The words had some force but somehow Ted knew she had much better control now. She went from flaccid to completely turgid in the span of a heartbeat. Victoria ran her fingers through Ted's skirt and forced it to the floor. "On the desk, lay back." Ted hesitated and was punished instantly for it. Victoria raked her chest with her fingertips and as she did, each nail became a razor-sharp pointed talon, drawing three long lines of injury along her body. Blood oozed from each. "Now you filthy slut. On your back. On my desk. Cock as hard as stone." Ted complied instantly, stumbling back and falling across the desk. She felt the desk vibrate somehow and her eyes were treated to a show of blue alien letters floating about. She was about to try and figure out what they were, what they meant when Ms. Malagasta engulfed her cock in her mouth. Ted's body was wracked with lances of pleasure and as the moment dilated, she lost track of what she was seeing. She felt Victoria's tongue encircling her shaft. She felt her innards do their weird 'activation' sensation of dropping down. She felt Victoria drag her mouth nearly off of her hardness before plunging it back into her mouth. She felt her employer's finger feeling along the cleft of her ass, teasing at her entrance there. Ms. Malagasta stood up, drool evident in the corner of her mouth. "I would like to take your virginity, Ted. I know you are married, but it would mean... so much to me. Would you give it to me if i commanded it?" Ted gulped. She meant her ass. Did she have some toy? Did she have a cock too? Her confusion swerved about her consciousness and it was evident on her face. Finally she came to a realization, it didn't matter, it all felt too good. Ted embraced the change and nodded at the gorgeous Victoria Malagasta. "Take me, ma'am. Please fuck my ass, take my anal cherry." "Oh my, you know how to force feed me, my gorgeous Ted." Victoria ran her finger along Ted's pucker, and somehow she felt it lubricate. Her tongue teased the tip of her cock and as she went down deeply on Ted's womancock, she pushed first one, then two fingers into Ted's ass. Ted responded with an orgasm of overpowering force, filling Victoria's mouth with her cum. Somehow, Victoria swallowed it all and still milking the tip, she began to pump her fingers in and out of Ted's ass. Each time she rammed them home, she flicked the tip of her cock with her pointed tongue. Each time resulted in a tiny orgasm and a tiny arc of blue electrical sparks going from Ted to her mistress. Ted realized that this was what the relationship was. Victoria wasn't just her employer, she was her mistress, both in the adulterous sense and the dominant sense. She hissed into the air "God yesss mistress, violate my ass." Victoria did so, spending the morning inside of her ass and suckling on Ted's somehow increasingly feminine cock. - They were interrupted by the Housekeeper bringing lunch to the office, two covered trays on a cart, along with two glasses of ice. Victoria straightened herself up and thanked the housekeeper, who commented on how beautiful Ted's cock was. Ted blushed, the first time she had done so in years, which in turn made the housekeeper giggle at her. "Oh Miss Victoria, she is a keeper. I'm glad you were right about this one." The words brought Ted back to reality. "You sacrificed two other men before me?" "An interesting choice of words, Ted. Honestly, should we still be saying 'Ted'? Ted is very much a man's name and my beautiful creature, you are not any longer a man." Demonic Tutor "What am I? What are you?" "I am a succubus, Ted. Homo succubus, a sister species to humans and their sole surviving predator on this plane. You are something new." "You did this to me though, right? You made me what you are?" "I think Thea is a good name. Tina is also very pleasant to say. Tina sounds like it could be professional or very naughty. Thea makes you should distinguished. Maybe if you were more dominant, you could be a Thea." "What was it? The scotch? Those weird red ice cubes?" Ted was starting to get annoyed with her changing the subject, but somehow his good mood was being enforced and he couldn't say anything. "I think Tina. Tina Shapiro. Tina Levin Shapiro. Mrs. and Mrs. Tina and Jeannie Shapiro. That sounds very nice. Very jewish, yes? How is your wife? You made a baby last night, is she recovered from it yet?" "You call what you did to me making a baby?" "No, Tina, you knocked Jeannie up last night. I can tell, our people give off a scent; a special pheromone that is obvious to all of us after they've successfully mated. I had to have that gene added to you. Just in case you got my Tatiana with your children. Just in case I wanted you to put them in me." "What?" "Our people have been so few for so long. Tatiana was the first of us born in a century and the first of mine to live since before this continent was settled by Europeans. Her older sister lives in Vienna, a pianist and dominatrix." "What? how? What?" "You're very confused, you're trying to process all of this." "I'm having a hard time of it." Ted took the covered tray that Victoria offered her and opened it. Half of the plate was a tomato and garlic salad and the other half something that looked like homemade ravioli. It was right then that she realized she hadn't eaten in over a day and began to feed herself using just her fingers. Victoria watched Ted eat without touching her meal, her gaze part concerned observation and the other parts a sort of adoration and lust. "Yes, Tatiana needs a sister and you could survive making me pregnant." "You're implying her father did not." "No and it was a mercy. Tatiana is an albino of my people and she would have killed him on her first nursing." Ted processed this and realized exactly what she meant. Despite that, she didn't lose her appetite. - Ted, now Tina, returned home with few of the answers she wanted. She had been rewritten by science, technology and magic on a genetic level, infused with a hybrid of human and succubus DNA. Her pheromones had enslaved both Mira the delivery girl and Jeannie. Victoria explained that the overdose of sex pheromones, combined with Tina feeding on her life force had badly damaged Jeannie's sanity. She had regretfully told Tina that Jeannie might never fully recover. Ted looked into his den to see Jeannie sitting up and Mina sitting next to her. Mina was combing Jeannie's hair and giving her a bath with a wet washcloth. Without prompting, Mira began to report, "She was lucid for a few minutes trying to say your name. I think it was you. You are Ted, somehow? Is it short for Thea or Theadora?" Ted cocked a confused eyebrow at her and she somehow instantly knew to continue. "She keeps trying to masturbate and she's groped me twice. She is obviously very horny. I would like to satisfy her if that is your wish." Ted, now increasingly to himself Tina, licked her lips, 'Yes, Mira. Do what you must to keep your Mistress' wife satisfied. Is there anything else?" "Miss Jeannie's mother called. I told her I was your housekeeper. Is this okay?" Tina let out an audible grunt of disgust at the mention of Sonia Eisen, her mother. "Yes, that's great, actually. She might think better of me for hiring one." "She said she was coming over this afternoon." "What??" Tina panicked. - Sonia and Ari Eisen arrived at two. He was wearing an expensive shirt, suit-coat and pants; she, slacks and a smart blazer. Tina looked over at them as they entered as she had done as Ted hundreds, if not thousands of times. They had no idea who she was, Mira just let them in as Ted instructed. Tina calmed herself and reached out towards Ari mentally. She felt for his mind with hers and concsiously began exuding pheromones. Ari immediately went into a slight daze, his eyes glazing over. Tina smiled to herself and changed targets. Sonia Eisen glanced about and with an abruptness Tina (nor Ted) had never seen, grabbed her husband by the arm and excused themselves. Tina didn't know exactly what happened, but she was glad to be rid of them. - Tina sat down and began to make lists of things she needed to do. At the top of the list was the phrase 'Tina Levin Shapiro.' By the end of the afternoon and a few large bills later, Ted was on her way to legally becoming Tina. She had also hired Mira and after a heated discussion with Mira's parents, the owners of King China, had paid them a dowry, something that made Tina more than a little bit ill. It was over dinner that Tina realized that the dowry for Mira meant she was entitled to marital rights. A moment after that, Tina realized that Victoria's succubus process had also altered her personality, as Ted would never have even considered taking such a liberty. "Mira, I would like for you to clean my wife's pussy." "Yes, ma'am." Mira finished chewing and went to the linen closet for a fresh washcloth. "No, Mira. With your tongue." Unnatural arousal surged through Mira. She started walking over to the sofa where Jeannie was seated when Tina interrupted her. "Crawl. Crawl to your sister and suck on her." Mira lowered herself down onto her hands and knees and slowly made her way to Jeannie, slinking slowly across the floor, feline in demeanor. She looked over her shoulder at Tina and grinned, licking her lips, stalking like a cat until she reached Jeannie. "Spread your legs," Tina ordered and Jeannie complied, sliding her ass forward on the sofa as well. Mira closed in on Jeannie's knees and softly kissed first one then the other. Mira made soft sucking kisses on Jeannie's thighs, slowly making her way towards Jeannie's center. Tina watched from across the room as life came back to Jeannie's face under Mira's ministrations. Mira kissed her way to Jeannie's pussy and with her tongue, parted the lips slightly with her first lick. She worked at her sex so gently, Each lick not noticeably stronger than the last, but still slowly building in intensity. Using only her tongue and lips, Mira brought Jeannie closer and closer to the edge. Mira's tongue teased its way north from the bottom of Jeannie's slit until her angry red button at the top. Mira's tongue circled Jeannie's clit and as Tina watched in amazement, Jeannie moved her hands without being told to, gripping the blanket she sat on tightly. Mira continued to tease and suck at Jeannie's clit and when she stopped for moment, as she moved away, Jeannie's womanhood convulsed and began to ooze a bit of Tina's day-old cum. Mira grinned over her shoulder at Tina and cupping her tongue, spooned all of the cum into her mouth. Mira trailed her tongue along Jeannie's lips, teasing the opening to her sex with the tip and stabbing its length inside of her. Jeannie thrust her hips forward suddenly and Mira's mouth covered Jeannie's sex. "Grab her hair, Jeannie, pull her into your cunt. I want to see you fuck her face like I fucked yours last night," Tina said and then was suddenly embarrased that she said it. The words and the embarrassment made her hard again and Tina stripped off the skirt and softly caressed her cock. Jeannie complied and grabbed two handfuls of Mira's jet black hair and thrust her pussy into the chinese girl's open waiting mouth. Mira's tongue lapped at Jeannie's pussy roughly now, sucking as much of Tina's cum out of her as she could. Each time Jeannie had an orgasm, Mira got a mouthful. The entire thing made Mira hornier and hornier. Tina stared down at Mira. She could smell her arousal. She needed to be inside of her, but was afraid of breaking Mira too. Tina didn't want a houseful of mind-broken sex slaves. What would the neighbors think? Exercizing some semblance of control, Tina stayed in her chair, languidly stroking her rigid sex. Her fingers caressed the sides and pleasure rocketed through her. It had never felt this good to just jerk off before she was changed. Now it was electric, magical. Mira lapped at Jeannie's sex now as Jeannie held her in place, cumming repeatedly. Unable to use words, she just gave guttural cries of lust as her body convulsed. Mira, for her part, was playing with herself lewdly as she ate Jeannie out. Her ass high and her legs spread, she put on a slutty show for Tina. The entire room built slowly to a massive simultaneous climax as Mira pushed her fingers into her sex and moaned into Jeannie's clit from the sensation. The vibration of Mira's voice pushed Jeannie over another cliff and she sprayed her juices into Mira's face which in turn caused Mira, aroused beyond her experience to have a body-wrecking orgasm. Tina stood up and as Mira was climaxing, Tina pulled her face off of a whimpering, squirting Jeannie and deposited a sizeable gobbet of cum in the delivery girl's mouth. As the three of them lay on the sofa in a semblance of afterglow, Jeannie and Mira resting on each other, Tina resolved to ask Miss Malagasta how to avoid breaking her lovers' minds. - VIctoria strode through down the hardwood-floored hallway in a side-slit dress made simply from two six-feet long rectangles of silk, knotted at the shoulders and belted. Besides the dress and belt, her only other garments were a pair of tall heels. Tina followed along behind her, still in the discarded outfit from Jeannie's closet. "It's simple, Tina darling. You decide not to drain them. The same as with dominating them." "Dominating them?" Tina asked, shifting uncomfortably at the idea. "Yes, what you did to the delivery girl. A delicious move, by the way." Tina blushed at this, "it seemed like the right way to handle it. Jeannie needs a minder." "A minder who eats pussy doesn't hurt," Victoria said with a decadent twinkle in her eye. They passed several doors on either side of the long, subterranean hallway. On the walls, at various intervals were priceless works of art. There were hung a number of paintings, apparently by masters of the 19th and 20th centuries. Sculptures and suits of armor from Mesoamerica sat interspersed with priceless music memorbilia and the occasional movie prop. Tina gawked occasionally at a recognised item. Eventually after hiking several hundred meters, they reached a double door that, when opened revealed an ornate wide staircase leading back up to the surface, ostensibly to another building on the grounds. They climbed up to ground level and Tina found herself in the living room of a spacious family home. There were windows and she could see the Malagasta Estate when she looked east. A table sat to one side with some chairs around it, while a massive display played the Elvis musical Viva Las Vegas. The sound of the King singing filled the downstairs. As far as Tina could tell, there were no doors out of the house. She peeked aroud, searching for the way in from the yard, but couldn't see anything. A white leather sofa with pastel pillows sat positioned to watch the movie and next to it, a canvas dropcloth protected the persian rug that sat underneath the entire affair. On the dropcloth, seated on a stool, painting on the canvas was a goth's fantasy. The painter was a girl, 17 or 18 by Tina's estimation, with alabaster skin, white eyes and jet black hair that was kept in a pair of messy oxhorn buns on either side of her head. Her delicate hands moved rapidly without pause, forming with oranges and then reds an image of a bleak alien landscape. After several minutes with no sound other than the singing of Elvis in the movie, she finished the section and playfully tossed the brush into a hanging cup of water and turned to stand. "Mother," she said, surprised. She stood up and stared at Tina. The only immediately obvious part of her eyes were tiny black dots for pupils. Her facial expressions were the polar opposite of her mother's in many ways, though the shape of their faces was so similar. She smiled at Tina broadly, without guile or seduction and extended her hand as if they were meeting on a cattle ranch. "Hi, you must be Tina, I'm Tati." Tina smiled and took her hand, shaking it. "You're... not what I expected." "She's still recovering, mom?" "Mother, Tatiana." The girl rolled her eyes, "She's still recovering, mother?" She said the last word as two separate words, dragging the final 'r' out for a moment. "Yes, dear. It's been less than a week." "You look great," Tatiana said to Tina. "Hell, you're gorgeous, even if you're wearing someone else's clothing." "How do you know I'm wearing-," Tina started. "I can just tell. I somehow just know that she had sex in them and hadn't washed them since. And I know it isn't you." Tina's mind raced at the information. Had Jeannie screwed Laura? Was Laura having an affair here? She concentrated on the clothing and realized that neither was true. Laura was just a slob. The revelation set her mind at ease and then once she thought for a moment started laughing. "Tina, are you okay?" Victoria inquired, looking the smallest bit annoyed. Tina attempted to straighten up, starting to say, "Yes, Ma'am," then catching Tatiana's eye started laughing again. Tatiana in turn started laughing and while her mother stood there staring at them, the pair nearly collapsed to the floor in a fit of giggles. Victoria stared down at them with a mildly disapproving look before finally breaking a smile and giving a laugh herself. "I think you two will get on well." - Tatiana was bright, but had very little formal education besides basic math and being a voracious reader. Her mother's instructions on her education were very clear: Tatiana was to be made university-ready at greatest possible speed. This in mind, Tina set about with a reasonably intense regimen of mathematics and writing, having Tatiana spend no less than 3 hours a day at maths practice and five hours of writing. Tina arrived early every day, her daily routine having become a mix of caring for her wife and educating Tatiana. She would leave around lunchtime daily and return before dinner to check on her writing. They would read over what she wrote each day and frequently Tatiana would continue writing or painting into the night. Tina's list of worries expanded as she became friends with Tatiana. She never saw the girl eat much and she never spoke to anyone or socialized. She seemed lonely and sad to Tina and she never quite understood why the girl didn't try to escape. The topic came up abruptly a few weeks after they had started working together while Tina was eating a dinner of takeout Lebanese food, having just fed Jeannie (and fucked Mira). "Want some of this? It's absolutely delicious." "What is it?" "It's like a gyro." "What's a gyro?" "It's a pita sandwich sort of thing. It's like a Middle Eastern taco." "I- I've never had one." "A gyro?" "Or a taco." "What?" "I don't leave. I can't. I'd probably hurt people badly." "Why? How?" "I'm deformed," Tatiana's eyes started to well up with tears. "What do you mean?" "I can't keep myself from feeding on people and I can't keep myself from enthralling people." "Enthralling?" "Yeah making them my thralls. Dominating their minds. I just look at humans and they flock to me and offer themselves. Sexually. It's gross." "Wait, you're a succubus and you think it's gross? Like, all sex?" "Well mostly, yes. That's the other way I'm broken. I don't have much of a libido and I have a lot more empathy than mom thinks is healthy for one of our people." Tina contemplated this. She realized that Victoria was right, she couldn't get attached to her food or she'd die. Too much empathy could kill one of them. That is why she'd changed Tina in that way too; she'd made her more callous so she could survive. - Victoria stared down at Tina's exposed ass, a fingertip caressing a line parallel to her cleft from the base of her spine nearly to her thigh. Tina was bent over the desk, as Victoria had instructed her to and was trembling. "You are absolutely exquisite, Tina. It's hard for me to keep my hands off of you during these progress meetings." Tina took another sharp gasp as Victoria caressed her inner thigh, tracing up to her pretty, hairless little balls and teasing her perineum. "Thank you, ma'am." "We need to discuss some things," Victoria said as she continued to toy with Tina's nether regions. "Tatiana's progress, future plans and opportunities, your wives and your wardrobe." Tina gave a sexy little yelp as she felt something cold and liquid on her quivering bum hole. "My wardrobe?" Her voice ended much higher than she'd wanted on account of Victoria's finger probing her bottom suddenly. "Yes, you're wearing clothes from a discount retail department store. This lingerie costs what, three dollars?" Victoria asked as she removed her shrug to expose her breasts, one hand caressing her own nipples while she pumped a long, bronze finger in and out of Tina's ass. "Is that bad? I had Mira pick me up some clothes, I didn't know what to buy," Tina let out a long moan and shuddered, a tiny dry orgasm coursing through her from the violation. "It reflects poorly on you, darling. You should learn to shop for yourself as you're going to be a woman for a very, very long time," Victoria unfastened her skirt and let it drop, now wearing only a crimson leather corset and extraordinarily high heeled thigh high leather boots. She stopped playing with Tina's bottom and her nipples for a moment to insert the end of a V-shaped double-ended glass phallus into herself. She let out a low groaning gasp as she penetrated herself then drooling some more of the lubricant onto the other end, she took ahold of Tina's hips. "I. I don't know Ma'am. I don't know how to shop for women's clothing." Tina then let out a quiet string of gasped profanity as Victoria entered her with the glass cock. She bucked back instinctively onto it, looking over her shoulder, her cheek pressed to Victoria's desk blotter as she watched her employer violate her ass. She felt her ass get warm for a moment and then the orgasms started, each one more intense than the previous. She carelessly splattered the hardwood floor with her seed. Victoria ran a single nail softly down Tina's spine as she slowly pistoned the glass dick in and out of her bottom, she smiled down as she watched the submissive's cock spurt jet after jet of hot cum onto the floor of the office, her orgasms racing through her. "You're such a pretty girl when you cum, Tina. I will take you shopping. It wil be fun." Tina nodded weakly, "We should take Tatiana out of the house." "She's explained to you why this is dangerous?" Victoria asked, resuming her thrusts into Tina, her own orgasm now building, her nails digging into Tina's hips. Tina nodded and bit her knuckle, the sight of which drove Victoria over the edge for some reason. She cried out in a language that Tina couldn't follow then partially collapsed, pressing her body into Tina's back, her breasts pressed into her shoulder blades. Kissing the back of Tina's neck, she cooed in her ear. "She could easily be killed, Tina, something I cannot abide. I seem cold and to a human, I am, but I would die inside if she passed. She is so fragile and beautiful." "I want to bring her takeout food from different places. That's it, to start with," Tina cooed contentedly, enjoying her boss pressed into her back and the toy still in her ass, shifting slightly with each breath.