Snuffed Out

 Snuffed out

Desperate times called for desperate measures... and these were certainly desperate times.

Vicky looked down at the smooth black wax candle in front of her and shivered. She couldn't believe she was really thinking of doing this.

The candle was a chunky black oblong with a long white wick. It was so black it seemed to absorb the very light. It whispered to her as she held it and she felt a thrill of seductive arousal and a strong desire to light it thrill through her.

The candle was a thing of true evil. Once lit, it would feed upon the soul of the person who had ignited it - they would become an evil version of themselves. Body, mind and soul would all be corrupted.

The new alter-ego would revel in their evil power... but the candle had a failsafe to prevent them taking control forever. Once it burned out, they would revert back to their normal self.

Vicky bit her lip. Dare she light this evil thing? She hated that she was even considering it, but her asshole husband George was leaving her no choice. She needed the strength and power the candle could give her and that's why she was prepared to use it.

George was about to have an affair - with her best friend Cassie. She didn't think they'd done anything yet... they were both clearly tormented and conflicted by their attraction to each other, but it was only a matter of time. She wanted to stop them and this was the only way she could become strong enough to do it.

Vicky opened a box of matches and hesitated as she went to light the wick. If she was stronger she could crush Cassie and get George back before the other woman could take him from her. She imagined lighting the candle, feeling the delicious feeling of dominance as it consumed her soul and made her more attractive and more ruthless.

She wanted the power so badly. She'd lied to George, saying she had to work late. Now all she had to do was light it and she would become a dark Goddess.

She imagined herself as Victoria. A strong dominant bitch with firm rounded breasts and tanned skin. She imagined ramming Cassie's face into her pussy and laughing as she pissed over the other woman before forcing George to lick it off.

She would make them both suffer and it would be so much fun.

"Yessssss make me a bitch," she hissed her eyes burning with wicked desire. "I want to become Mistress Victoria!" With a wicked grin she went to light the candle.

The sound of the front door opening caused Vicky's heart to hammer and acting on instinct she threw the match down and dived into cover. She pulled open the cupboard containing the ironing board and stepping inside closed the door. It was slatted - so she could still see into the kitchen.

The candle was still on the counter, the box of matches next to it. A light flicked on and Vicky took a sharp breath as George and Cassie walked in.

They seemed to be quarreling and Vicky strained her ears to hear.

"Look George... it's no use. My mind is made up. I can't ruin your marriage and betray my friend. I've accepted a posting abroad and I leave tomorrow. This is it... or last night together."

"Cassie please... don't do this. I need you. Vicky is a great woman and I don't want to hurt her - but I want you so bad. Please don't leave me."

Cassie shook her head and sighed. "No George. We're through. I've come over for this final supper and then we're through."

Vicky's head was reeling. She couldn't believe this. Cassie was already breaking it off with George. She felt ashamed that she had doubted her friend. She wanted to rush out and apologise, but she was trapped.

"Fine. Then let's at least try to enjoy this final meal together. I'll get dinner ready. Meanwhile you can light a couple of candles, pour some wine and relax if you like.

Vicky's mouth went dry and a croak of despair escaped her lips as she watched George begin chopping vegetables and Cassie picked up the black candle.

"Nooooooo don't do it," sobbed Vicky in the cupboard. She was suddenly paralysed with indecision - her heart was hammering.

Cassie lit the candle.

It immediately flickered with a bright flame as it instantly fed on Cassie's pure innocent soul. She groaned, the matches falling from her fingertips.

George had his back turned and didn't notice as Cassie's eyes rolled back in her head and her body stiffened.

"Oh my Godddd... that feels so good. Is that a scented candle... I feel so... mmmmmh woozy all of a sudden."

Cassie stretched and groaned. With a crack she grew slightly taller and more statuesque. Expensive manicured nails shot from her fingers and her plain black sweater began to tighten and shrink.

"Mmmmh what's happening? Unnnffff I feel so fucking GOOD!"

The candle blazed, eating hungrily at Cassie's soul as tight black leather wrapped around her body. Her figure was changing, her hips widening and her bust swelling up. Cold cruel lips curved into a wicked smile as long black boots spread up her legs and Cassie shook back her hair, now expensively styled.

She looked like a supermodel now and her hands slipped to her hips as she began to walk with a sensous and seductive sway... her new tighter ass moving with each twitch of her hips.

"You know George," purred Cassie as she groaned and ran hands over her new body. "I think I've changed my mind. I think I'm going to stay. Haha who cares about that bitch Vicky? You should be MY man."

George turned round and the knife fell with a clatter to the floor as he beheld her in shock.

"Cassie? Wh... what's happened to you?"

"I don't know George, but I like it. Mmmmmh I can feel all the goodness burning away. I'm becoming a fucking bitch and I like it."

Lowering herself to her knees Cassie laughed as she began to fumble at George's pants. "Forget about dinner - I have everything here I need to feed on."

George groaned as Cassie used her manicured fingers to slide out his cock and she began to suck it.

"Oh my God... Cassie... I...I can't believe this is happening. I... ohhh shit."

*glug glug glug*

Cassie wasn't listening. She was busy sucking cock. Sucking it like a dirty uninhibited whore, which thanks to the candle she now was.

In the cupboard Vicky watched in horror as her best-friend fellatioed her husband and he enjoyed every moment of it. Cassie was a God-tier cocksucker now and George couldn't last long.

Groaning he began to cum and Cassie moaned as she sucked and slurped down every drop.

Wiping the cum from her perfect lips, Cassie began to pump and stroke George's cock. He was almost instantly hard again.

"Now you're going to fuck me baby. Bareback on the counter."

She hiked herself up and slid her dress up to reveal she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was now level with his cock - perfect for fucking.

"Cassie... no... this is wrong... you're not yourself."

"Shut up George. Don't be a pussy. This is what you've wanted for years. To make me your slut, to fuck my tight perfect body instead of poor pathetic Vicky. To put a baby inside me instead of her. I want it George. I want it all. Your marriage, your money, your devotion. You're my husband now. Vicky means nothing to you. Now take it."

His cock slid into Cassie like it was born to be inside her. She grunted with animal pleasure, the black candle guttering next to her as they fucked.

"Yes George... give me your fucking soul..." she hissed.

"Uhhhhh ohhhh yesssss your pussy is so tight... you're a Goddess... mmmmmh my soul is yours."

As he spoke the candle next to Cassie blazed and burned brighter than ever. She screamed in pleasure and as Vicky watched in horror her friend transformed again.

Cassie's tits got even bigger, her nails became sharp black claws and her outfit shiny black latex. Her booted feet now projected sharp six inch heels as George fucked her and she laughed like a demon.

"Ohhhh YESSS! I feel so fucking powerful. Give me all of your soul George! Feed me!"

With a groan George thrust his hips and pumped into Cassie.

"That's it little man... give Cassandra your soul. Give it ALL to Mistress."

The candle flamed and burned with elemental power. To Vicky's horror it began to burn backwards, the wax thickening as it absorbed George's soul.

"Cassie... I... I feel so weak."

"I don't care... don't stop... pump out your soul. Feed it all to me."

With a groan George began to cum. He screamed as he was emptied and Cassandra laughed, her greedy cunt sucking every last drop out of his cock.

Drained and permanently impotent... a souless husk that would never truly recover, George lay on the floor as Casandra adjusted her dress and dropped down to the floor with a clop of her new heels.

"Mmmmmh too bad George. Your soul seems to have fed me and made me strong. It's strange but I can taste another soul here."

With a grin, Cassandra strode to the cupboard and threw it open. Vicky whimpered and cowered as her former friend stood over her and laughed.

"Ahhhhhhhhh Vicky. Now I understand. I can taste your pathetic soul. How did this happen... this has something to do with you."

"Cassie, its the candle... it's burned out your soul and made you evil. It's supposed to burn out but somehow you've made it stronger."

"Intriguing," smirked Cassandra. "It seems by feeding it George's soul I became more powerful and kept the candle burning. If I feed the candle more souls maybe I can become even more powerful."

"No Cassie... don't do this. Let it burn out and become my friend again. This isn't you!"

"Oh this IS me. I've never felt so alive... and you know what Vicky... the next soul I'm going to feed my candle is yours!"

As Vicky looked up into her former friends eyes, she saw only cold evil lust and she whimpered as she felt Cassandra's hands slide into her hair and knew she would not be able to resist.

"You will give me everything Vicky... your soul is just the beginning. I want everything."

Vicky's last regret as her tongue obediently lapped at her Mistresses pussy and her soul was absorbed - was that she never lit the candle herself.