Another 'classic' style caption series starring Kenzie Taylor - from naughtyamerica.com
THOT Dog
Friday, 25 September 2020
Monday, 21 September 2020
Caption Drop No.1
Hey all. I've been dropping some captions on Twitter recently - so here they are all collected in one place. These were all created in mid-September.
BABY-SHIFTER
LEAH'S LABYRINTH
Friday, 18 September 2020
Trojan-Bitch
Happy Hyde Day. Finding a surfeit of my old captions got me doing some old style stories, so I couldn't resist releasing an old style caption series today. Hope you enjoy this slutty story of a Mom corrupted. The model is Lily Adams and the site is Reality Kings.
Friday, 11 September 2020
Finders Keepers
It had been a long, hard day at work and Leah was feeling tired and spent. She rubbed her aching neck, trying to release the tense muscles and the knot of stress caused by staring at a screen all day. She felt like she was on the edge, but no wonder with the amount she was currently being expected to do. Her boss Mr Johnson was giving her shit for being behind on her work, but it was hardly fair given she'd just moved into her boyfriends flat and rather than take time off work to move, she'd done it in her own hours. That was why she was behind and she would have liked a bit of appreciation for her commitment to the company.
The only reason she got treated like this was because she was a push-over and everyone knew it. She hated conflict, didn't like standing up to others and as a result people took advantage. She had never liked the fact she was so meek, but it was just who she was.
Getting a wine glass down from the cupboard, Leah sighed and hated herself for being so weak. If she could just be a bit more assertive and pushy, doors would really open for her. She'd tried to make herself act more aggressively, but it just wasn't in her nature and it always ended up backfiring and just making her feel guilty and stressed out. Right now - it wasn't the biggest problem she had anyway.
Leah shook her head as she looked around the flat. What a fucking tip! Her boyfriend Liam was currently unemployed and he hadn't cleaned up for days. She had been pleased when he said he wanted her to move in with him - but now she was starting to think it had only been so she could cook and clean for him. She'd asked him nicely to tidy up the place, but the bastard just kept ignoring her. At the very least - he could have done what she asked and removed his ex-girlfriends clothes and items from the flat. Having a constant reminder of another woman's presence in the apartment wasn't exactly great.
Leah had met Liam as he was coming out of his depression after his ex left-him. He refused to talk much about her, only that she had dumped him and left him for a richer, better looking man. For some reason, she had left most of her clothes and personal objects behind - uncaring of them as she went to start a new life. According to Liam, she had simply walked out one day with just the clothes on her back and never come back. It was all very mysterious.
Liam was out at the supermarket, so Leah wandered into her bedroom and stripped out of her work clothes. Naked she felt embarrassed in the flesh, and was about to scamper to her wardrobe to pick out some clothes, when a sudden weird impulse inspired by her boyfriends laziness suddenly overtook her. If Liam didn't want to get rid of the old clothing and items his ex had left here, maybe she should!
Walking into the room that the ex-girlfriend had used (now a spare room) Leah pulled open the drawers and enviously looked at the expensive and sexy clothing inside. Whoever the ex had been - she clearly had impeccable taste and the soft, sensual clothing was rich and luxurious. They were the kind of clothes Leah had always wanted to wear, but always lacked the confidence to try. They were so clingy and tight - so revealing. They were designed to accentuate the female form, but were not her current style.
"I asked Liam to get rid of these ages ago," she cursed jealously running her hands through the lingerie drawer and finding the sexy black clothing inside felt so nice. "He should have dealt with all this stuff a long time past." She continued to idly run her hands through the nice clothing, wishing she could own stuff like this. "Never mind, I'm going to try some of this stuff on and we'll see if it suits me."
Still running her hands through the drawers, suddenly Leah paused. There was what felt like a button on the inside of the drawer and as she clicked it, a secret panel opened. Gasping she reached inside and pulled out an incredibly sexy set of slinky black lingerie. As she held it, her hands seemed to tingle and Leah felt light-headed.
"Whhh, what is this?" she gasped as throbs and tingles of pleasure ran up and down her skin, seeming to be emanating from the lingerie. She groaned, stretching her body - her embarrassment at being naked fading as a deliciously warm, erotic feeling filled her entire being. Almost in a dream, she untangled the lingerie and she fancied she could hear a whispering tempting voice in her head, urging her to put on the lingerie.
Something told Leah that this was no ordinary lingerie. Clearly it had some special properties and she had a sudden inkling that maybe this had something to do with why the ex-girlfriend had left Liam. The urge to try on the lingerie and feel it against her body was simply too much. With a groan of pleasure, she began to clamber into the sexy black clothing. This felt so good.
"Wh... what am I doing?" she moaned. "Putting on another woman's clothing, what's up with me?"
It's because you want to be another woman - a stronger woman. A voice purred in her mind. It sounded like her own voice, but sexier, more confident and somehow more evil.
You want to become me.
"Wh... what... who are you?"
I'm the fucking bitch you secretly long to be. The slutty dominatrix who takes what she wants and crushes men and women underneath her heels. Put the rest of the lingerie on and you'll become me.
"N...no... I don't want to be a bitch!"
Yes you do. Can't you feel how wet your pussy is just thinking about it? Why are you wasting time fighting me, when you should be letting me take over and corrupt you into the whore you know you could be? Do it Leah - become your worst self... you know you want to.
"NOOOOO!" screamed Leah ripping the lingerie off and throwing it onto the floor with disgust. Sobbing she fled from the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
In the kitchen, Leah trembled and shook - taking heavy breaths as she tried to overcome the desire still throbbing through her body. She had nearly given in to the lingerie... nearly let it corrupt her. She needed to speak to Liam... she needed to ask his help.
Liam.
Thinking of Liam made her pause. She looked around the flat... at the mess all around her. Liam's mess. It was like someone suddenly threw a bucket of cold water over her head. Maybe her brief exposure to the evil lingerie had already altered her perceptions... but she suddenly realised how much her boyfriend was taking her for granted. She suddenly realised what a fool she was being.
"That bastard," she hissed. "This is his mess... and that lingerie... it's something to do with HIS ex-girlfriend. It's his fault... all of it."
Leah looked at the door. She had rejected the evil slutty power of the lingerie... but why? Liam was weak and maybe he deserved to be punished by an all powerful slut. Thoughts of being a powerful dominatrix began to surge through her mind and she tried to fight - but it felt so good.
Yesssssss... I'm in your head now, I'm taking control. You're too weak Leah - but soon you'll be a Goddess. Put the lingerie on... let me possess you!
Leah shook. Her pussy was suddenly wet and her nipples burned. Images of punishing Liam, and dominating weak men flooded her mind. She could get rid of weak push-over Leah and become a dominant bitch who took whatever she wanted. All she had to do was give in. Shaking - she put her wine glass down and advanced towards the door of the bedroom, her heart hammering. The lingerie was lying on the floor where she had left it. It looked so sexy.
"I don't know why that ex, bitch of his left you here - but finders keepers. I do want to become a bitch... I want to be bad..." moaned Leah, giving into the corrupt desires flooding through her.
Good girl, I knew you'd be back - hissed the voice in her head in delight.
Leah moaned and gasped in delirious ecstasy as she began to put on the lingerie. It was tight, expensive and it hugged her body perfectly... accentuating every curve. She gasped in pleasure as it snapped to her contours and made her feel like a Goddess.
Yessssss.... that's it.... become me... become an evil bitch.
Leah felt her soul burning away, her innocence and kindness absorbed to feed her transformation. Her tits felt bigger... her body more powerful. She smirked as she felt her old personality being corrupted to make her the evil bitch she longed to be.
"Ohhhhhh yessssss!"
No more guilt - no more being pushed around. From now on you take what you want and you dominate the weak. Starting with Liam.
Yes... Liam was a fool... Liam was pathetic. And she knew just how a boy like him should be treated.
"YES MAKE ME A BITCH!" she screamed as the evil lingerie seemed to throb on her body and make her groan in pleasure. She began to cum, and it felt sooooo good. As she screamed and thrashed, something inside her broke. She rubbed her clit through her new panties and felt the goodness burn out of her till only evil Leah was left.
Sitting up, the new Leah grinned... the lingerie had made her a soulless whore and she liked it. The Goddess laughed as she walked over to the mirror and admired her new toned body.
"Oh fuck yes. This is so much better. I was so weak and pathetic, but now I'm a fucking Queen."
Leah smirked as she thought through the next part of her plan. Her devious new mind working at light speed to calculate the best way to punish Liam. Sliding her feet into sexy high heels she clopped towards the hall way - stopping only to pick up a large heavy statuette in one hand as she walked...
*****
Liam came in late with a slight surge of guilt as he walked through the door. He'd been at a friends house playing games - though he knew his girlfriend Leah would be home, and he hadn't done any of the tidying or chores she'd asked him to. Still it hardly mattered. She was a total pushover and he was so lucky to have such an easy going girlfriend. Not like his ex... he shivered as he thought how she had dominated and controlled him. It was good that Leah was nothing like her.
CRASH
Liam gasped and staggered as something hit him hard on his head and he fell to his knees. He had a brief glimpse of stockings and heels as his head hit the floor and then darkness took him.
*****
When Liam awoke he was bound and blindfolded - his head aching. He gasped as he realised he was bound and spread eagled - his arms restrained.
"Hahaha, hello 'baby'," laughed Leah cruelly.
"Leah - what the fuck? What is happening?"
"Shut up bitch," she snapped lashing her riding crop down hard over his body and causing him to cry in pain. "You'll only talk when I demand it."
Straddling her slave Leah smirked as she grabbed his nipples and cruelly twisted them making him scream.
"I found your ex's lingerie and it changed me. Now I understand why she left you - but that bitch was short sighted. She despised your weakness - but I see it as an opportunity."
Liam screamed as she increased the pressure.
"I'm going to break you and program you into my little slave bitch. You'll serve my every need and watch as I fuck better men in your bed. Your training begins today and when I'm through you'll be a new man. A 'beta man'..."
She laughed at her own joke.
Meanwhile Liam whimpered as Leah began her work, her skilful hands roaming his body to bring pleasure and pain and program him to serve her needs.
"Finders keepers...." she laughed as she rubbed her pussy and began to cum as she enjoyed his suffering.
Leah had finally found everything she was looking for in a relationship and it felt so good. Next she'd enslave her disrespectful boss. She'd be running the company in a month. Yes finders keepers...
"... losers weepers... hahaha!"
THE END
Model - Liya Silver - Reality Kings
Sunday, 6 September 2020
Just Face-It
"OMG - I am sooooooo fucking hot," giggled Emily as she posed and took another selfie on her phone using her new app. The slutty lingerie encasing her body felt so good... her makeup looked incredible and her pussy was dripping wet with lust. She needed a cock - and she knew that once she sent these photos to her next door neighbour - the big dick she needed would be on the way.
As she swiped through her gallery looking for the best ones to send Jason next door, a photo of a man flashed up on the screen and Emily giggled to see her old self looking back at her. She blew him a kiss - and deleted the photo.
"Bye bye Henry... I'm never going back to being you, I simply couldn't face it now."
Emily giggled... she was definitely never going back...
*****
ONE HOUR EARLIER...
Henry was bored. It was a wet drizzly Sunday and he had nothing to do but play on his phone. For the last few hours, he and his friends had been messaging each other in the group they shared and the boys had all been playing around putting silly edited photos of themselves in the group. They were all using that new app that allowed you to change age, gender and appearance at the touch of a button and Henry was getting frustrated because he hadn't installed the app yet and couldn't join in.
"I suppose I have nothing better to do," he sighed scrolling through to the app-store and searching for the app. It was then he noticed a different version to the ones his friends was using called 'Face-It'. He grinned - maybe it would have different filters and options to the mainstream app and he'd be able to impress his mates with different styles of photo?
Downloading the app, Henry activated it and frowned as it took him through a range of option screens. He didn't remember his friends mentioning anything like this when they used their app.
Welcome to Face-It. What sort of transformation would you like? Gender, ethnicity, or age?
Henry decided it would be most fun to see what he looked like as a girl. He clicked the option.
You have selected Gender transformation. Please select as many choices as you want from the filters and then take your photo once you are ready.
Henry was being offered a multitude of filter choices. They filled the screen, and he scrolled through clicking on them as he went. "Brunette, makeup, lingerie, princess, spoiled, bratty, college-girl, tease, horny, slut, cheat, bitch, temptress..." some of the filters sounded quite naughty, but Henry was intrigued and found himself selecting them all despite his misgivings.
Finally the app told him he was ready to take his photo - so he held it high in the air and clicked the button. There was a camera sound and the screen flashed. Holding the phone near his face to get a better look, Henry was disappointed to see he had to wait. He couldn't wait to see what a female him would look like.
APPLYING FILTERS - PROCESSING TRANSFORMATION... BEGINNING CHANGE.
"Hey what the?" gasped Henry as the phone in his hand suddenly got really hot and sparked and crackled. He yelped as a surge of power flooded from the phone down his arm and the battery meter on his phone dropped by 20%.
"Oooooh what's ahhhhhh happening," gasped Henry as his skin tingled and his body throbbed with pleasure. His cock got rock hard as he felt and heard his bones crack and shift within him and he became smaller and thinner. Falling to all fours, Henry panted and gasped as his skin smoothed and his body toned and contoured itself. The phone had infected him somehow and the power was doing something weird to his body.
"Nooooo, the app is ahhhhh changing me... gotta... gotta turn my phone off!"
He reached desperately towards the phone - but it was too late and a sudden wave of pleasure throbbed through his groin as he lost control and jerking his hips began to cum. Hot spunk pulsed out of his dick, as it shrunk and retracted... vanishing into his body to leave a hot, pink, slit. But that wasn't the only thing that was transforming on his body... everything was changing.
"Oooooh, my chest feels so good," groaned Henry as he cupped two swelling boobs and felt his hair sliding down in a brunette wave around his face. His lips were becoming fuller, poutier... and his vision was now slightly obscured by long black heavy eyelashes coated in expensive mascara.
"Ohhhh MY GODDDD!" cried Henry, his voice wavering as it rose in pitch and his eyes rolled back in his head as he shook and shuddered in pleasure. The transformation felt amazing and his mind seemed to burn as whatever physical changes had taken place overcame him mentally also. His clothing was changing... he was suddenly wearing a pink satin dressing gown and he could feel the tight clingy embrace of slutty lingerie against his soft pampered skin. It all felt... really good.
Henry's hands were all over his body and he couldn't stop touching himself as he began to cum - his first female orgasm of the day crashing over him like an unstoppable wave of delicious pleasure. It felt so good... so right and his eyes rolled up into his head as the app reached 100% and the photo finished processing.
MENTAL FILTERS NOW BEING APPLIED. PROCESSING COMPLETE...
Her vision swimming back into focus, Emily groaned and slowly sat up, her hand reaching out to grab her phone reflexively. Her body still tingled and she looked at the picture on her phone in stupefied amazement for a moment before realising this wasn't a dream. "Oh my Gawd," she pouted in a hot girly twang, "I'm like a girl!"
"Wait... why am I like talking like this? Why do I think I'm called Emily, I thought my name was Henry? Oooh, the filters must have changed me mentally as well as physically! This is soooo cool!"
Standing up, Emily realised she knew exactly how to walk in high heels and she pulled her satin robe artfully into place as she switched on her phone selfie camera and admired her new body. "Wow, I'm a total babe." She felt reborn, re-energised and very, very horny.
But whereas before Henry would have been thinking about girls, for Emily there was only one thing on her mind - cock... and the bigger the better. Her sexual orientation had changed along with her photo - she was literally a new woman.
Looking around her house, she saw that everything had changed. The filters had spread out and altered reality. The only place where there was any evidence that Henry had ever existed was now in her head and in the photos on her phone. Gasping in amazement she admired herself and considered whether she should transform back to Henry.
"I probably should go back to normal before I get too hooked on this," she mused... but then she noticed her phone messages. Opening her inbox she saw she had a long message chain with her next-door neighbour Jason. Her mouth dropped open as she saw the messages he had been sending her and as she found the dick pics sitting in her in-tray, her pussy began to get wet... really wet.
"Holy shit - what a stud," she gasped getting horny and turned on. "You know what... fuck turning back... in fact... why would I ever wanna turn back into Henry. This is loads better."
She began to take the selfies she knew would encourage him to head right over.
"OMG - I am sooooooo fucking hot," giggled Emily...
*******
EPILOGUE
Emily was in heaven as Jason pounded her tight pussy and made her gurgle and moan in pleasure. Being fucked felt even better than she had imagined it would and she loved the feel of skin on skin and his urgent thrusting need inside her hungry body.
"Yes Jason -fuck meeeeee," she screamed in joy. She had already cummed several times and she knew that soon her would ejaculate too - she couldn't wait to have him unload over her pretty face.
Maybe she would take a picture of her cummy face on her new app?
After all she had to face it. She was a total slut...
THE END
MODEL - AUBREE VALENTINE, REALITY KINGS
Thursday, 3 September 2020
The Serpents Kiss
This is a republish and slight improvement of an old story I originally published on my Tumblr, many years ago. I never finished the original and I think I had some sort of multi-part epic in mind. I'm working on a few other stories right now, but this one has some features I like - so I reworked it a little, found some new pics and left it on a better cliff-hanger. I probably won't add more.
At sixty years of age and with a unshakeable faith and complete self confidence in her abilities, Mary had been chosen to collect the evil relic just as her young assistant Hannah had been chosen for her sweet and innocent nature. Mary needed Hannah’s youth and strength if she was to succeed on the mission, but she disapproved of the young girls decision to take holy orders before experiencing anything of life. She worried that Hannah was too weak… too soft for such work, but her superiors disagreed. As a result she had treated the younger woman harshly at times, even physically punishing her to strengthen her against evil.
Their mission was vital and so far, all had gone well. The two of them had made their way to the nearby city, collected the box containing the evil item and now were hurrying back to catch the last train that departed just before midnight.
“Have you got the box secure?” snapped Mary as Hannah clutched the sealed container and nodded obediently. “Let’s hurry child, I want to be on the train as soon as possible.”
“But Mother Mary. Shouldn’t we have stayed at the hotel as planned and left in the morning? It’s dangerous at night.”
“Nonsense… follow me down this alleyway, I'm sure it’s a short-cut.”
Hannah wasn't too sure this was wise, but she didn't dare argue with the older woman. The two Nuns scurried down the back-street, the large box in Hannah’s arms obviously containing something valuable. Neither noticed the two men blocking either end of the alleyway till it was too late.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” grinned a young thug brandishing a flick knife as he surveyed the two terrified Nuns. "Hand over the box sisters and you don’t have to get hurt.“
"No, you don’t understand, you have to let us past” sobbed Hannah backing away and screaming as she bumped into the rough looking man behind her. He laughed and tried to tear the box from her arms, the young Nun putting up unexpected resistance. It clattered from between them as Hannah fell, bursting open so that the gold serpent inside rolled out and landed by sister Hannah’s outstretched arm.
In the dim light of the alley, Hannah could see her superior fighting with the other man. “Get off me you hooligan,” grunted Mary as he pushed her against the wall and brandished his knife in her face. The old woman showed no external fear, but Hannah saw the glimmer of fear in her eyes. The men were going to kill Mary, then they would probably kill her!
Hannah felt terror rise in her mouth as she heard the other man advancing on her. Reaching out she clutched the gold serpent in desperation, hoping to hide it. As she touched it, a sudden wild impulse to slip it over her arm came over her.
Quickly put me onsssss... I am the only thing that can sssssssave you and your sssssssuperior.
Hannah flexed her slender wrist and overwhelmed by panic, slid the snake eagerly… willingly down her arm. She gasped as it tightened possessively around her, wrapping sexily around her wrist with a tight grip. “OOOOOOOOOHHHHH, IT FEELS AMAZING!” she moaned writhing on the floor and causing everyone to stare transfixed at her as she began to dramatically transform.
Hannah’s short cropped hair burst out in a blonde wave from under her habit as her flat chest swelled out and her short legs lengthened. Her brown eyes turned dazzling emerald green as her Nun’s habit swirled around her becoming a black figure hugging backless low cut dress. A tattoo of a serpent appeared above her perfect ass, as black stiletto boots pushed her up and sexy make up shimmered across her face. Perfect eyebrows rose in surprise as elegant white fingernails lengthened out like claws and her skin tanned slightly. Rising to her feet the impossibly sexy bitch cupped her large D cup breasts and let out a soft moan as the two muggers stared at her in shock.
“What happened to me?” groaned Hannah. She felt good… so very good, but there were bigger problems to deal with. "Leave Mother Mary alone!“ she shrieked and to her surprise both the attackers stepped obediently back. Their eyes were large and almost blank, it was as if they were hypnotised… under her control.
Make them your ssssssssslaves Mistress…. make them suffer for what they did hissed a voice in her mind and Hannah moaned as thoughts of dominating and controlling the men suddenly flowed through her imagination. Remembering who she was she gained control and commanded, "Leave us… go far away and do something better with your lives.”
Without a word, both men turned and walked calmly away… still in a daze. Mother Mary was staring at Hannah in stunned shock and her eyes dropped nervously to the bracelet on her wrist. "Take that off please Hannah… quickly now.“
Hannah hesitated. Don’t listen to the ssssssstupid old woman. Leave me on just a little bit longer Mistress. Aren’t you tired of being her sssssssslave? Make her ssssssserve us, it will be ssssssso much fun.
Hannah groaned and gripping the bracelet tugged at it. The delicious images flowing into her head were too tempting. With a sob she pulled harder. The snake didn’t want to come off. Then with a disappointed hiss it slid free and she dropped it to the floor in front of her.
At once Hannah transformed back… her clothes and her body returning to normal in a matter of moments.
With a quick cautious movement, Mother Mary scooped up the bracelet and dropped it back into the box. She slammed the lid shut with a sigh of relief and lent against the wall for support. "What evil sorcery! Thank goodness we are both safe. I should have listened to you earlier my girl, I’m sorry. It is far too dangerous here tonight. Let us go back to the hotel and we will complete our mission safely in the morning. We will say nothing of what happened. As far as I’m concerned it never happened.”
Hannah nodded… but deep inside, she couldn’t stop thinking about the serpent… and whether she’d ever get to wear it again…
******
Mother Mary was tired and concerned. The run in with the muggers had been a stupid mistake that she should have avoided. As a result, Sister Hannah had been exposed to the evil power of the ‘Serpents Kiss’ but luckily she didn’t appear to have been affected by her experience. If anything she had proven her strength - Mother Mary was beginning to think there was hope for her yet. The young nun looked a little dazed and appeared embarrassed by what had happened, but otherwise seemed herself. She clutched the lead box like her life depended on it and said nothing as they made their way into the hotel.
Whilst Mother Mary made arrangements for their train in the morning and contacted the Abbey, she sent Hannah upstairs to secure the box and prepare their room. She hoped that the routine would help settle the young girls mind.
Making her way up in the lift, Hannah clutched the box and tried not to think about the golden snake within. She couldn’t seem to get it out of her head, to stop thinking about how amazing it had felt on her arm. She had felt so powerful, so sexual… so free. Emotions and desires she’d long bottled up and tried to contain had been brought forward and she had struggled to let go. Even now she toyed with thoughts of opening the box… just having a quick look at the serpents kiss… just to check it was still safely inside.
Pushing her temptations into her deepest subconcious, Hannah stepped out of the lift and walked down the corridor to their room. As she approached their room, a young man stepped out of the room opposite and began making his way down the corridor. He smiled at Hannah and she felt her heart race. He was incredibly handsome and dressed like a movie star in a black tux. Forbidden fantasies seemed to swim through her mind and she felt her heart beat a little faster.
“Good evening sister,” he nodded politely and Hannah realised that to him she was asexual… a lowly nun. She felt the burn of disappointment and then wondered why. She was a nun… she didn’t want to be approached by men… did she? Dear God, what was she thinking? Everything had been so messed up since that damn snake had got onto her arm.
Her mind preoccupied by the young man, Hannah fumbled at the door and walking inside promptly slipped over. The box went tumbling from her hands again and the golden snake rolled out. Hannah cursed and then heard a polite cough behind her.
“Are you okay sister? I was about to get into the lift and I saw you trip at the door.”
Hannah turned to see the concerned young man from earlier standing over her. He was tall, muscular, well built and handsome. She felt her cheeks redden. “I’m sorry, I tripped over… I’m okay.”
“Let me help you up. My name’s Michael by the way. I’m just in the room opposite. I was just going down to the lobby to get some ice. I’ve been at a company dinner tonight, just got back. Anyway, take care now.”
Hannah thanked him and slipped into her room. How embarrassing.
Why not ssssssssslip into his room and have some fun when he gets back from the lobby? Hissed a voice in her mind and Hannah squealed and jumped to see the golden snake shining on the floor.
Put me on Mistresssssss and unleash my power. I can feel the lusssst within you. I can feel your potential. You could be ssssssuch a bad, bad girl. Let me help you…
“NO! How are you in my head! I’m not even wearing you anymore.”
We are linked now Mistresssss. I live to ssssserve you. To help you become better. Put me on and releasssse your true sssself.
“I…. I… I mustn’t. I can’t! I don’t want your power.”
Ssssssuch a clumsy girl. You don’t really believe you dropped the box again by accident? You wanted to releasssse me. You want to feel my kisssssss. Hurry up before the other Nun comes and sssssstops us. Put me on!
Hannah moaned as the serpent seemed to shine and pulse, and her mind throbbed with wicked thoughts. The serpent seemed to be offering her everything she had ever wanted but she had to resist. She staggered away from it and trying to resist caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. The most beautiful blonde girl she had ever seen looked back at her contemptuously with dazzling green eyes and smiled wickedly.
“Put the snake on bitch. Unleash me, I want to get busy with that guy from opposite. I’m sick of being a virgin, I want him to do things to me… I want to be a slut. Hurry up and become me.”
“No! You’re not real… what the hell is happening to me!”
“I am you bitch. I’m the real you inside that’s trying to break out. I’m the whore you’re going to become and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You want this Hannah, you want to become a bad girl. It turns you on and makes you feel alive. Forget about your vows, your beliefs… put on the snake, become me and lets have some fun.”
Hannah gasped as she felt something cold brush her foot. She squealed in horror as she saw that the snake had come to life. It flowed sinuously over her foot and up her leg. "No… nooooooo, oooooohhhh, mmmmhhhh, yes YESSSS YESSSSS!“
The snake reached her arm and wrapped tightly around it and Hannah threw back her head with an unholy cry of lust and giggled like a mad whore as the power engulfed her. "YES! I LOVE IT!”
The same transformation as earlier occurred as the innocent young Nun transformed into an unholy temptress. Blonde hair and big tits… green eyes and wicked pink lips. Feeling her sexy new body and purring with pleasure, Hannah turned and threw open the door to her room. And there… standing shocked and horrified in the corridor was Mother Mary…
"H...Hannah - what are you doing? NO! Take off the snake," she hissed in horror.
"Shut up you stupid old bitch," laughed Hannah. "And from now on you can call me Goddess."
Grabbing the older woman, Hannah hurled her to the floor. The snake on her arm burned with power and she laughed at how good it felt to treat Mary like shit.
Yesssssss Mistresssssss, now dominate her...
Mary groaned as her young apprentice lowered her crotch lewdly over her face and pushed her sweet, perfect pussy over her lips.
"Lick me out you old hag and make me cum. Give yourself to your new Goddess."
Mary moaned as Hannah ground her crotch over her face and she felt her willpower being drained out. The snake on her arm glowed as it absorbed Mary's strength, goodness and power... her will being drained out through Hannah and absorbed into the snake.
Yessssssss, sssssssuck it all out of her Mistresssssssss.
Part of Hannah knew she should fight the snake, but she was too busy enjoying cumming on Mary's face and becoming more powerful. The evil artefact was corrupting her into a bitch and she was loving every moment.
"Soon you'll be my slave Sister Mary - completely enslaved to my will. Then you're going to tell me all your secrets about your fellow Nuns. It's time for the order to have a new Mother superior and I think I'll be perfect."
"Yes Goddess," groaned Mother Mary as Hannah stood up and looked down at her with contempt. "I will obey you."
Sssssssshe is your ssssssslave now Mistressssssss. You are a true Goddessssssssss.
"I am - aren't I?" laughed Hannah as she admired the snake on her arm. "Fill me with your poison snake - keep corrupting me and making me bad, I love how this feels."
Hannah giggled as she sat on the bed and spread her legs wide. "Come here and worship me more slave." She closed her eyes and sighed happily as Mother Mary began to lap between her legs. This was perfection.
Goddess Hannah had begun her ascent - and who knew what the future held for her?
THE END (or the beginning?)
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