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Whatever Lola Wants
Synopsis: An irresistible young woman tells her sad tale to her
lover - an unbelievable tale that bespeaks doom for the man.
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Whatever Lola Wants
"Come on, big boy, I _know_ you've got another shot in you.
Look at my big boobs, swaying so tantalizingly for you, so big and
full and perky. Just the way you like them, aren't they?"
And I know you have a weakness for brown-eyed auburn haired
teens - you told me so, even if your actions hadn't given you
away.
That's right. Let me cradle your head with my boobs. So warm,
so firm, so erotic! I can tell that you're getting excited again. Why
look - your Mister Happy is peeking up again! I be he just wants
me to ease myself onto your lap so he can do some more
exploring, doesn't he?
Yeah, that feels so good, doesn't it? Um hmm. Just relax and let
your little honey take _good_ care of you! Oh, doesn't that feel so
good? You're so firm, so big! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fill me up!
Make a woman of me! Oh, yes! Deeper! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh!
Oh, pooh! Done already? And I only had one orgasm this time!
No, I'm afraid you won't get a chance to make it up to me next
time.
Why? Because there won't be a next time.
Because I'm _done_ with you, that's why! But I _do_ appreciate
the gifts. I'm sure the necklace is worth a _lot_.
Don't sound so confused. You're a master of using and
discarding people, so why should you be surprised when it
happens to you?
Because I've got to meet my next 'boyfriend', that's why.
No, you're not the only one. You never have been! You're just
another man who I've seduced and dumped after I got what I
wanted from you.
'Damn me to hell?' Oh, that's a good one! Like I've never heard
that one before! Well, I've got news for you. You're too late. By
more than a hundred years, you're too late! I'm already damned
to hell. And coincidentally, so are you! Only, as long as I keep
my boss happy, I don't have to go there - unlike you!
Of course, you're confused, sweetie. This is too much for you to
handle. You get dumped by your 'little missy 'after showering her
with gifts, then she talks about hell and damnation. But it's all so
true.
Let me explain. You see, you've condemned your eternal soul.
You lied to your family. You cheated on your wife, and not just
once, but again and again and again. You stole from your
company to shower me with all those _lovely_ gifts. In fact, you
even hired a thug to beat up a guy you thought was trying to take
your 'little missy'.
Oh, it was _so_ sweet of you to be so generous and so protective.
And you couldn't resist, could you?
Don't lie. I _know_ the answer. Of course you couldn't resist.
After all, I'm your dream girl. I'm everything you've always
fantasized about. Five four. One hundred fifteen pounds. Big,
luscious, firm, triple-D-cup boobs. Eighteen years old and barely
legal. Looking so sweet and innocent with my big, brown eyes
and the sassy, short, auburn hair that drives you wild. I'm your
living fantasy. And I _know_ my sultry voice nearly makes you
cum in your pants. You _couldn't_ resist me, no matter how hard
you tried.
I know because I've been a lot of things to a lot of men. You can't
believe that, can you? I've had more men than you could count.
More that I can remember! And I've been the living fantasy of
each and every one of them. And each one of them has sold his
soul for me.
God, but you're dense! It's so painfully simple! I work for the
devil! That's why I said it was too late to damn me to hell!
Yeah, the dark one. Satan. Beelzebub. Whatever you want to
call him. He's my boss. And I sold my soul to him a long time
ago.
Too late to say a prayer. You're gone. You're history. That's why
I have to move on - to find my next victim. You see, your wife
should be discovering an envelope on your doorstep any minute
now. In it there are lots of very unflattering pictures. Of you,
anyway. _I_ think I'm pretty cute. And creative! But they all show
you and me in various states of intimacy. Some of them are a
_lot_ kinkier than your wife would ever believe. Oh, and your
boss should be finding another envelope, this one with evidence
of your embezzling and pictures of me and receipts for the jewelry
and other goodies you've been buying me. Face it, buddy, you're
screwed.
How could I do this to you? That's funny! That's real funny. It's
my job, stupid! Remember? The devil? Hell? Condemnation?
The path to ruin?
I guess I ought to tell you the story now that you've had your last
fuck. You're entitled to know the whole story before you rot in
hell. First, though, I have to mention that it's amazing that you
and your little dick weren't nearly as good as you think!
Yes, I know that was cruel. But you really do have a little dick.
Most of the men I've had have been _much_ bigger.
How could I say that? Because, after all these years, I've found it
fun to be nasty. I help with the tormenting, and my boss lets me
have some pleasure. And I _really_ don't want to make him
unhappy. You'll learn that soon enough.
Just shut up and listen. You see, a long time ago, I made a deal
with the devil. I offered my soul to be utterly and completely
irresistible. Funny thing is, I wasn't too careful with my words. So
what I got was this package. I'm _exactly_ what a man would
want!
And this is your ultimate torture - you get to see what I _really_
looked like. I guess that means the boss is happy enough that I'll
get a special reward for your soul.
What? Oh, yeah. I _used_ to be a man - like you see me now. A
dirty, grubby miner in a dirty, grubby, lawless boomtown in
Colorado. Never struck it rich. Never even had any
companionship. All the rich guys, the ones who hit the mother
lode, _they_ had all the women and stuff. I kind of figured that if I
had some of that money, I'd get pretty irresistible myself. One
day, after a long cold lonely winter, when I got falling-down drunk,
I swore I'd sell my soul if I could be irresistibly attractive. I guess I
figured that I'd end up rich from that wish.
Yeah, I _did_ kind of figure it all wrong. Once I signed the
contract - in blood, mind you - I got changed. Only, I wasn't a
man any more. The son of a bitch tricked me. I was a woman.
Impossible? You don't really believe that, do you?
I didn't think so. So anyway, as I yelled and screamed at the
devil, he just laughed. Then he raped me. Trust me - you do
_not_ want to have him rape you. Not on my list of favorite
activities, let me tell you. He kept laughing - he'd fulfilled his end
of the deal. I _was_ irresistible - to any man who saw me.
Then I heard my partner, Tom, coming up the trail. I felt my body
changing, and somehow, I knew I was becoming exactly what
Tom wanted. Sure enough, when he came in, he was like putty in
my hands.
So help me, I didn't _want_ to do it, but I couldn't help myself. I
_needed_ to have sex. I really, really _needed_ him. And as he
sought to please me, he was led down the path of ruin. He
started giving me gifts - just like you did. Then he started stealing
for me. Eventually, he got caught and hanged.
Since then there have been a _lot_ like poor old Tom. Every one
of them - except that damned baseball player - gave in to my
wiles. Every one of them condemned himself because I was his
dream girl. I'm irresistible - just like I was with you. I don't get
older. I don't get ugly. Hell, I don't even get hungry or thirsty. I
can't die - all I can do is lead souls to hell.
Think about this one last thing. You spent the last few months
fucking a girl who was really a guy. Delicious irony, isn't it?
Especially with your church group's overly zealous hatred of
homosexuals You fucked a guy! I can tell that fact is tearing at
your very soul!
What you don't realize is that you're already dead. Yes, dead!
You didn't even realize you did it while we were talking, because
I've been distracting your soul. But while we've been talking - kind
of like ghosts - your body went out and in a fit of enraged jealousy
and despair and guilt, drove your car off a bridge. You're dead
now. Just like me.
Of course you can still feel! Torment wouldn't be worth a damn if
you couldn't feel it! But ... Oh, wait! This is going to be _so_
good! Look at yourself! You're changing!
Go ahead, scream. No one can hear you. Except me, of course.
Yes, you're changing! Look - you're getting shorter and thinner.
Except your butt, of course, but you can't see that! I can - and I
can tell you it's going to be a deliciously sexy butt. And those
boobs growing - if I'm guessing right, you're going to have a huge
pair! Long sexy black hair, luscious dick-sucking lips.
Wow! The boss is turning you into quite a sexpot! Look in the
mirror!
Yes, it's really happening! That's really you. Or at least what your
soul looks like to the living.
Doesn't matter if you hate it or want to stop it. You belong to the
boss now, and he's decided to do this to you.
Why? Well, if I guess correctly, he wants to torture you some
more.
Yeah, it makes sense. An anti-homosexual bigot like yourself -
turned into a sex machine.
You can feel it starting now, can't you? Just like with me. It's
starting. The burning, aching need. You want sex so badly you'd
kill for it. No matter how much it repulses you, your body is driving
you mad for sex. It's irresistible. You've got to have sex, don't
you?
Yeah, I've been there. Don't bother fighting it. You can't win.
Your body is going to win, and you're going to get fucked. A lot.
Ever given a blowjob?
Well, no matter how gross you think it is, you won't be able to stop
yourself. Or from getting ass-fucked.
Hmmm. I can sense them. There's around eight or ten bikers
coming here even as we speak! I guess the boss is going to
make sure you get gang raped, and probably multiply in every
hole!
Don't bother begging. Won't do any good. In fact, it'll probably
make it worse. The boss knows he's hurting people when they
beg. That's when they get a little extra!
I guess you're worth a lot, because the boss is letting me stay a
guy for a little while. Normally, he lets the 'victim' see me as I
was, then he changes me into my next form. But since I haven't
changed yet, I'd guess it means the boss is going to let me have a
romp with a demoness again! I haven't done that for nearly
twenty years!
Hah! You've got an eternity - maybe sometime the boss will let
you do it, too! And you'll love it. You know, I've heard men say
that it's worth a century of torment for one fuck with a demoness.
You'll change your mind. It's the most erotic, sensual explosion a
person could ever encounter. Something about their pussy juice,
I guess. It makes a man's orgasm so intense that you don't notice
their claws ripping the flesh from your back, or their teeth tearing
into your neck or their cunt muscles practically tearing your dick
apart. It's ... wow! I'm almost cumming just thinking about it!
Course, after I finish with the demoness, I'll be back. And as soon
as I go out, some helpless man will fantasize about a woman, and
I'll change into _his_ dream lover. And you know what? You
mean so little to me that I won't even bother thinking of you and
your tiny little pecker. And shortly after that, you'll have company
roasting in the nether world.
Hmm, you know what? Since I'm still here, I think I'll give you my
own little torment as payback for all the times you selfishly didn't
satisfy me. You can give me a blowjob before the bikers get here.
Yeah. You can't stop yourself, can you?
Oh, yeah. That feels so good. You're good - like you're a pro!
And inside, you want to curl up and die, don't you! Oh, yeah,
baby! Don't stop! Oh, yeah!
Enjoy your last moments on Earth. Maybe sometime I'll stop in to
see how you like Hell. I'll be sure to wear your cute 'little missy'
body if I do - just for old times' sake. Just so me and the guys
can have another laugh at your expense.
FIN
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