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Jennie awoke some time later and instinctively sought the toilet. She did so in the dark, without feeling the need to reminisce the night before. Why bother? It was a bit sparkly and spacious for her usual fare.
"Hehhehheh, I scored us a pretty sweet room." She proudly chuckled, smiling from ear to ear. "Must have been on fire yesterday."
Of particular interest.was the window, which showed a soothing white landscape. A white, silent night, with slow but steady snowfall covering the dirty cities with purity itself. The kind of night that soothes the soul and heralds Christmas. Jennie couldn't help but smile as she looked at it. Catherine would love it, that's for sure.
"Wait. We're in fucking July!"
She finished her business and went to the window. Like her grandma used to say, "Snow in Winter, to the tinder, snow in July, bullshit is nigh." And holy shit, she never thought that gnarly old owl could ever understate anything. Now that she had the whole picture, the immaculate snow was covering ominous jagged spikes, nothing but dark chasms beyond. She felt way too sober for this. In fact, she didn't even have a memory lapse.
"Oh, that's right. I'm in Hell."
And she had been thoroughly ravished by a bodybuilding demon.
"Shiiiiit."
She remembered everything. Falling in love, being fucked doggy style, orgasming... And changing. She rushed to the mirror above the sink.
"Oh No. Nooooo no no no no NOO."
She was a Japanese. And cute. Gone was her lanky frame halfway between intimidating and pitiful. Her sharp stare. Her hard features. The girl in the mirror was small and perfectly proportioned, with big puppy eyes and a smooth, round, face... and appeared just as surprised to be Japanese as Jennie was. She looked like a Shinju alright.
"Motherfucking brit is going to get it."
She tried to ignore how c***dish and cute her voice sounded and stormed out of the bathroom and towards the ground floor.
"OI, FUCKER !" Squealed the adorable Asian cutie. "The asshole in chief made your deal moot, why the fuck did you turn me into Catherine's dream girl ?!"
Sitting on a bench in the hallway, outside of a large room where succubi and patrons alike cried in debauchery , Chrysaor deigned only look up and blow some smoke.
"Ah, there's a good reason for it, luv."
"Pray fucking tell." Commanded Jenny with the least intimidating voice ever.
"You might have noticed, but your friend is pretty bollixed. I made me lots of succubi in my time, but I never saw this shy a bird. So I figured I'd use you to sort her out. Good bloody thing I did, too. Even with Lilith's influence, the daft thing just can't bloody talk to someone."
Jennie snickered. That hardly surprised her at all.
"Ha ! Money and hierarchy couldn't get her to thaw out to people, how do you think your stupid ass is gonna do ?" She taunted, before realizing something. "Hold on. Lilith ? As in... the Lilith ?"
"Well, you can't expect a trio of Succubi Queens without her, can you ? She's the middle sister. Represents passion." Explained Chrysaor. "Perhaps Catherine's too clammed up for now, but she does have desire to spare, that one. The key to her inner sexpot was indulging her urges... hence you. Cute body, innit?"
"Fuck! You!"
The demon pimp smiled, then began to chuckle uncontrollably, wiping tears of laughter and laughing some more with each attempt to look at Jennie's new angry face.
"Aaaah I'm sorry luv," Chris managed to say between chortles. "You're just to damn precious for that anymore. I mean...prrrt HA HA HA Haa - sorry. Let's get to business."
He clenched his right hand, revealing a guns – and - roses glowing motif. Jenny heard Catherine's voice moan in pleasure from inside a small, dark room, not unlike a broom closet. Her hand came into view, clutching the door frame. Jennie saw black fingernails, and immediately knew that British fucker had done something to Catherine too. And indeed, the woman that appeared was Catherine only in body language.
Jennie's jaw dropped. The plain, sober figure that was her friend was now a tall, model-like woman with long, flowing hair tinted deep red and huge breasts. Her arms, collarbone and abdomen were covered with colorful tattoos fit for a rock star. Angels, dragons and skeletons figured alongside guns, roses and lovingly calligraphic phrases. Her collarbone, most notably, read "Heaven or Hell". It just couldn't be a coincidence that it happened to be Jennie's favorite speed metal song. In short, Catherine had become the badass girl she always wanted her to be.
It was still Catherine, looking to the side and desperately covering her now huge knockers, though unable to resist caressing them with the balls of her hands.
"S-s-s-tttoooop..." She pleaded, her voice much deeper and more charismatic than before. "Stop turning me on..."
"No can do, luv. Matter of fact..."
He clenched his fist again, and Catherine gasped. Her eyes became lost in the distance and her breath grew calmer.
"Shit," Swore Jennie. "You're making her hear Lilith."
"Bingo. Be a good Methalia cutie and coax the dom out of her, will ya ?"
The tattoo on Chrysaor's hand switched to a bright flower, and Jennie was once again possessed by the almighty voice of her Queen.
"You know you want to be her little pet, Shinju... She looks so cool, doesn't she? You're so jealous... You want her to teach you all about a cool girl's life..."
Jennie tried to rebuff the whisper. She was the cool one, goddamit! But little cutie Shinju already had a foothold in her personality. Already, a part of her thought her wonderful Queen knew best. Still, she knew she could resist this time. There was no customer around, no one to make her feel desperately cold and lonely. She could do th...
"Well, what do we have here?"
Startled, Jennie looked up. Catherine was on her, towering over her small frame. Her smile was calm, confident, commanding. Her stammer was gone. Catherine was like that when she was in her own little world, without any stranger to shake her self-esteem. She looked so beautiful, so in charge, so...cool...
"Hi, Shinju... got tired of standing in my doujinshis, did you? Bad girl..."
"Catherine! What are you saying, it's me, J..."
The fledgling daughter of Lilith put a finger on Jennie's lips.
"Hush. Do you look like Jennie?" She laughed. "I think not. You are my character, Shinju, and I am your creator. You won't rebel against me, will you?"
Before she heard the soft chime of her Queen's voice reinforcing Catherine's perverted suggestions, Jennie had a grim realization. Catherine, in her altered state, intended to brainwash her into thinking she was a manga character.
Then she was docile little Shinju again.
"Hehhehheh, I scored us a pretty sweet room." She proudly chuckled, smiling from ear to ear. "Must have been on fire yesterday."
Of particular interest.was the window, which showed a soothing white landscape. A white, silent night, with slow but steady snowfall covering the dirty cities with purity itself. The kind of night that soothes the soul and heralds Christmas. Jennie couldn't help but smile as she looked at it. Catherine would love it, that's for sure.
"Wait. We're in fucking July!"
She finished her business and went to the window. Like her grandma used to say, "Snow in Winter, to the tinder, snow in July, bullshit is nigh." And holy shit, she never thought that gnarly old owl could ever understate anything. Now that she had the whole picture, the immaculate snow was covering ominous jagged spikes, nothing but dark chasms beyond. She felt way too sober for this. In fact, she didn't even have a memory lapse.
"Oh, that's right. I'm in Hell."
And she had been thoroughly ravished by a bodybuilding demon.
"Shiiiiit."
She remembered everything. Falling in love, being fucked doggy style, orgasming... And changing. She rushed to the mirror above the sink.
"Oh No. Nooooo no no no no NOO."
She was a Japanese. And cute. Gone was her lanky frame halfway between intimidating and pitiful. Her sharp stare. Her hard features. The girl in the mirror was small and perfectly proportioned, with big puppy eyes and a smooth, round, face... and appeared just as surprised to be Japanese as Jennie was. She looked like a Shinju alright.
"Motherfucking brit is going to get it."
She tried to ignore how c***dish and cute her voice sounded and stormed out of the bathroom and towards the ground floor.
"OI, FUCKER !" Squealed the adorable Asian cutie. "The asshole in chief made your deal moot, why the fuck did you turn me into Catherine's dream girl ?!"
Sitting on a bench in the hallway, outside of a large room where succubi and patrons alike cried in debauchery , Chrysaor deigned only look up and blow some smoke.
"Ah, there's a good reason for it, luv."
"Pray fucking tell." Commanded Jenny with the least intimidating voice ever.
"You might have noticed, but your friend is pretty bollixed. I made me lots of succubi in my time, but I never saw this shy a bird. So I figured I'd use you to sort her out. Good bloody thing I did, too. Even with Lilith's influence, the daft thing just can't bloody talk to someone."
Jennie snickered. That hardly surprised her at all.
"Ha ! Money and hierarchy couldn't get her to thaw out to people, how do you think your stupid ass is gonna do ?" She taunted, before realizing something. "Hold on. Lilith ? As in... the Lilith ?"
"Well, you can't expect a trio of Succubi Queens without her, can you ? She's the middle sister. Represents passion." Explained Chrysaor. "Perhaps Catherine's too clammed up for now, but she does have desire to spare, that one. The key to her inner sexpot was indulging her urges... hence you. Cute body, innit?"
"Fuck! You!"
The demon pimp smiled, then began to chuckle uncontrollably, wiping tears of laughter and laughing some more with each attempt to look at Jennie's new angry face.
"Aaaah I'm sorry luv," Chris managed to say between chortles. "You're just to damn precious for that anymore. I mean...prrrt HA HA HA Haa - sorry. Let's get to business."
He clenched his right hand, revealing a guns – and - roses glowing motif. Jenny heard Catherine's voice moan in pleasure from inside a small, dark room, not unlike a broom closet. Her hand came into view, clutching the door frame. Jennie saw black fingernails, and immediately knew that British fucker had done something to Catherine too. And indeed, the woman that appeared was Catherine only in body language.
Jennie's jaw dropped. The plain, sober figure that was her friend was now a tall, model-like woman with long, flowing hair tinted deep red and huge breasts. Her arms, collarbone and abdomen were covered with colorful tattoos fit for a rock star. Angels, dragons and skeletons figured alongside guns, roses and lovingly calligraphic phrases. Her collarbone, most notably, read "Heaven or Hell". It just couldn't be a coincidence that it happened to be Jennie's favorite speed metal song. In short, Catherine had become the badass girl she always wanted her to be.
It was still Catherine, looking to the side and desperately covering her now huge knockers, though unable to resist caressing them with the balls of her hands.
"S-s-s-tttoooop..." She pleaded, her voice much deeper and more charismatic than before. "Stop turning me on..."
"No can do, luv. Matter of fact..."
He clenched his fist again, and Catherine gasped. Her eyes became lost in the distance and her breath grew calmer.
"Shit," Swore Jennie. "You're making her hear Lilith."
"Bingo. Be a good Methalia cutie and coax the dom out of her, will ya ?"
The tattoo on Chrysaor's hand switched to a bright flower, and Jennie was once again possessed by the almighty voice of her Queen.
"You know you want to be her little pet, Shinju... She looks so cool, doesn't she? You're so jealous... You want her to teach you all about a cool girl's life..."
Jennie tried to rebuff the whisper. She was the cool one, goddamit! But little cutie Shinju already had a foothold in her personality. Already, a part of her thought her wonderful Queen knew best. Still, she knew she could resist this time. There was no customer around, no one to make her feel desperately cold and lonely. She could do th...
"Well, what do we have here?"
Startled, Jennie looked up. Catherine was on her, towering over her small frame. Her smile was calm, confident, commanding. Her stammer was gone. Catherine was like that when she was in her own little world, without any stranger to shake her self-esteem. She looked so beautiful, so in charge, so...cool...
"Hi, Shinju... got tired of standing in my doujinshis, did you? Bad girl..."
"Catherine! What are you saying, it's me, J..."
The fledgling daughter of Lilith put a finger on Jennie's lips.
"Hush. Do you look like Jennie?" She laughed. "I think not. You are my character, Shinju, and I am your creator. You won't rebel against me, will you?"
Before she heard the soft chime of her Queen's voice reinforcing Catherine's perverted suggestions, Jennie had a grim realization. Catherine, in her altered state, intended to brainwash her into thinking she was a manga character.
Then she was docile little Shinju again.
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