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It was my first night out of the house. Not ever of course, I'm 26 for
fuck's sake. I mean as Natalie. I'd planned it so very carefully. For
a start, it was September. Wouldn't be wearing shorts for ages so no one
would question the legs that I'd carefully shaved earlier. A Wednesday
night so not many people would be around. Noone in the house tonight or
tomorrow to question the face full of make-up I'd spent months
practicing. Car was full of petrol and I knew the route I planned to
walk - drive there, walk round, drive back. I'd practiced walking in the
heels and had a spare pair of shoes for driving. The area was a red
light district so no one would question the short skirt and the breast
forms I'd ordered had arrived a few days ago. And good god were they
huge. E is big, and I'm quite skinny - they looked like silicone. As
Natalie I mean, they looked like she'd had a breast job. Well, that's
fine. And I'd paid for expensive ones and when I had them and the corset
on and walked around they moved, they moved a lot, and I loved it. The
heels were high and forced my padded arse to sway and even with a
critical look in the mirror I looked brilliant. The wig was the cheapest
thing, relatively, but still high quality and I'd obeyed the Internet's
instructions and picked one close to my natural colour. No blonde
bombshell for me, which was a shame, but the long black hair did look
really really good. Honestly, I looked brilliant - easy good enough to
pass the odd casual glance that was all I was expecting to get.
Yup, planned for everything.
Four paces away from the car, I was knocked unconscious by a blow to the
back of the head.
I came to in a very bright room, bright enough that I couldn't easily see
what was going on. I could hear voices though.
"...course she is. Just look at her."
"Fair point."
As my eyes adjusted I looked round the room. It was an attic, somewhere
- I could tell by the sloping walls. Converted though, wallpapered and
whatnot with a large bed, King size, under the high point. I lay in a
chalk circle which had been crudely marked out on the wooden floor and
surrounding me were three naked boys. Young teenagers, I later found out
they were all fifteen. One of them sported a not-particularly-impressive
erection and I hastily looked away. Years of gym etiquette, never make
eye contact.
My movement must have been noticed.
"Pete. Pete man, she's awake. Do the thing," Erection boy urged another
one.
"Christ, calm down, I'm doing it." He picked a sheet of paper from a
stack next to him and hurriedly read some words I mentally identified as
Latin but were actually from a much older language.
"OK. So. Won't think of trying to leave, can't speak above a whisper,
can't perform any action likely to make a sound louder than a whisper.
That's right isn't it?" He glanced for confirmation to erection boy and,
well lets call him flaccid boy, who both nodded.
He nodded as well then smiled at me. "Take a good old look, bitch.
You'll be getting used to them." He cupped his balls in a way that
looked faintly ridiculous and I laughed quietly. Well, I laughed
quietly, frowned at why I was laughing quietly, tried to laugh louder,
ended up laughing quietly again.
Something was clearly terribly wrong here. One of the main things that
had kept me, Natalie me, inside so long is a fear of being found out and
having the shit kicked out of me, then having to go to a police station,
or a hospital, and explaining why I was dressed like this. The whole
plan for tonight had been an attempt to avoid that. But this was looking
uncomfortably like a rape thing and sure I looked convincing - convincing
enough, judging by the fact they were all saying she - the second they
got my black lace panties off it'd be pretty obvious. Probably even
before then.
Pete was reading again, more to himself than to anyone else. He
coiuldn't have been a hundred pounds and his chest was basically concave.
None of them were prime physical specimens in fact - erection boy's most
obvious feature was digging into a sizeable belly although relatively his
chins were larger while flaccid boy was standing funny, as if he had a
bad leg, and peered at the world through very thick glasses. Probably
the closest any of them had been to a girl and I wasn't even a girl.
Pete was reading to himself. "Ritual of binding blah blah blah, announce
the infernal creature to which...Succubus. Identify the caster. Peter
Howson. First part is the Ritual of the Mind. Outer layer of the ritual
so outer layer of clothing." He glanced at me. "Check," then over to
the other two. "OK. So this'll do the mental effect of the binding.
Not long." Erection boy began to masturbate furiously as Pete read more
words in the strange language.
Erection boy was doing it wrong I mused as Pete's words, a much longer
speech this time, five or ten minutes, carried on. Well, not wrong. It
was gonna have the desired effect. But it'd be better if he laid down on
his back. Then I could kneel over his legs, lean on one elbow and use
the other to do it for him. Fast this time, there'd be time for slow
teasing later but for now he just wanted to cum. But doing it this way
he'd feel my breath on it the whole time and when he did it'd be all over
my face. He'd like that.
In fact, I glanced at flaccid boy, if I stripped off before doing it and
did it slowly then flaccid boy would pretty quickly become erection boy
two. Then while I was using my hand on one there's no reason he couldn't
come over and fuck my arse. One hand on each of my hips, very slow and
nervous. Not even going inside me, just rubbing it between my buttocks
for a couple of strokes before yelping and pulling away, spilling his cum
all over the floor.
But by that time Pete, who had been a bit nervous, would be ready. Tilt
my hips up, turn and smile at him. He'd touch what he thought was my
clitoris but actually wasn't then start to enter me, but only get a
centimetre or so before he came. It'd drip down by leg just as the first
one came in my face.
Teenage boys hey. Was gonna take me ages to get them to anything like
competence.
What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? I could see it all laid out like,
I dunno, almost like a memory. Best way to make them cum, what they'd
enjoy, what they wouldn't what they would eventually enjoy. Like I'd
spent the last ten years doing nothing but learning the best way to get
fucked by these three teenage outcasts.
I almost murmered, "What the fuck," but that would have thrown erection
boy off. No worries. He'd finish in three. Two. One. With a grunt he
came all over his hand and wiped it on his leg while the last few drops
fell from his cock to the floor.
"What the fuck?" They ignored me.
"Dude." Flaccid boy laughed. "She's proper just staring at your cock
and licking her lips" Shit it was true. I'd kind of thought about sex
with guys when dressed as Natalie before but never like this. Most of
the time they weren't real people, just faceless (and usually body
hairless) ideas of people. But this was different, this was like a
proper plan. A plan which also involved me having some body parts I was
currently faking and not having another that was currently strapped down.
"What the fuck?" They ignored me again, Pete had finished reading.
"OK" he carried on. "So that's the first bit. Her mind has been
prepared but soul and body haven't changed. What's next?" he picked up
the next sheet of paper "Ritual of the body. Second layer so second
layer of clothing, do that in a sec. Clear mental image" he pointed to
the top of the stack - several images carefully torn from top shelf
magazines - in a ok-got-that way. "Nothing will be changed except what
we specify."
"Make sure you get the arse right," Flaccid boy piped up.
"For god's sake, shut up about the damn arse. We've got it right here,"
Pete snapped.
Something was very wrong. Well, two things were wrong but one was easily
solved. On my hands and knees I crawled over to the few drops of
Erection boy's cum that had landed inside the circle and got a dollop
from the largest one on my finger. I slowly ran it round my lips then
smiled at Erection boy. "Looking forwards to more of this." His cock
twitched.
If he'd only take a step forwards I could run my tongue down the length
of it. Turn and wink at Pete who'd come over and then split my attention
between the two of them. A couple of long licks on erection boy then
hold Pete in my mouth until...
No. Shit, no. That wasn't what was wrong. What the hell was it that
was wrong?
Pete coughed and I turned round to look at him, blowing a kiss to
erection as I turned.
"Lets see what you used to look like bitch. Down to your underwear." He
thought he wanted to be a tough man. It'd be a week or two of him
ordering me about and probably hitting me across the face a few times
before he was comfortable enough to stop pretending what he liked and
start actually doing it. Ah well.
I stood up and pulled the top over my head then bent to drop the skirt.
When I stood up, just in my bra and panties, they were all staring at me
open mouthed. Why the hell were they doing that? I glanced down at
myself. Hmmm. Bra and panties, sure. But also breast forms, hip and
bum padding and, judging by my itchy head, a wig. Why on earth was I
wearing them? And what on earth was it that was wrong?
"What the fuck Pete? You said she was a prostitute. It's a fucking
tranny. We agreed you'd find a fit girl and you bring back a tranny?
You gay?" Flaccid boy berated without looking away from me.
"Shut the fuck up John. She looked hot, you said it yourself. She's a
fucking stunner Pete, you said it yourself. And what about fucking Dan?
He's just wanked over a tranny, calling me the gay one. And you, no
wonder you're always on about fucking her up the arse." Erection boy
choked a little but didn't say anything while John the Flaccid boy
glowered.
Shit, that was gonna change things. Erection boy, Dan apparently, wasn't
gonna want to look gay. I'd have to get him on his own but let everyone
know how royally I'd been fucked for a while. Walk bow legged after a
session, spread the word about his heterosexuality. He wasn't going to
want to do anything with me and one of the others for a bit, too worried
about them thinking he was looking at their penis. Still, that's not
what was wrong, it was something else. Something to do with my breasts
maybe?
"What we gonna do?"
"Christ, I dunno." Pete ran his hands through his hair. "OK. OK. It's
all fine. Ritual of the body changes how they look right? That's why we
got all of these" he gestured at the pictures beside him. "So its not
like it matters is it? It'll be a girl when we've finished. Doesn't
matter now, does it. And if it's a problem there's another Wednesday the
seventeenth in a couple of months. We'll just try again." Dan nodded,
though he didn't look happy. John complained though:
"No way am I fucking a dude. You two do what you want but no fucking way
am I getting involved." Bless, proving he wasn't gay. He was wrong
though, I could imagine just the facial expression and tone of voice to
use when I knelt in front of him and begged him to cum on my face. Then
just cup his balls until he was hard again and lay back. Take him a
couple of premature tries, but he'd fuck me just fine. Don't do it yet
though, wait until I had a different body.
There, that was what was wrong. I smiled triumphantly.
"Whatever John. Just... just, whatever. OK?" He looked at Dan who
nodded, then he picked up the first picture and said some words in the
strange language.
The wig I was wearing fell off my head as the hair under it grew rapidly.
When it was long enough I pulled a lock round to look at it. So they
liked redheads? It was fiery red, like...I struggled for a moment to
think of an example. Like fire. It stopped about shoulder length but
Pete had already discarded that picture and was saying words to another,
causing my face to twitch and spasm as if something was crawling over it.
Before that had finished another picture and set of words caused the
world around me to grow a couple of inches with an audible pop and a
brief pain in my stomach created a belly button ring.
Pete stopped reading and showed a couple of pictures to the others. "So
what did we decide. These but a bit bigger and with these nipples?"
John shrugged in fake disinterest while Dan nodded but said, "Yeah, man
but do the arse first."
"Gotta do it in order, that's what the book says." Pete held the
pictures in front of him and continued. Skin grew from the top of my
shaved chest and rapidly covered the breast forms I'd been wearing for
some reason. Once they were fully covered they sank into my chest a
little - they were still large but slightly smaller. Double D's I
guessed as I felt a twitch in my nipples.
"Arse now?"
"Arse now." There was a ripping sound as my arse grew larger and the
panties I had been wearing fell to the ground under the new shape, along
with some sort of padding. I dropped a hand to feel it, and man it felt
good. Perfectly round and perfectly formed. Those three grimaced and
looked away for some reason though.
"Shit Pete, get rid of it."
"Calm down, I'm doing it." More words from him, an itching in my crotch.
I fell over when he said the last few words, as if my feet had suddenly
changed shape. Looking at them from the ground though as I nursed by
bruised elbow they didn't look any different. Small nails painted red.
Same as always. Why I'd chosen to wear heels that were five sizes too
big I couldn't fathom, though. I kicked them off.
"OK. Don't go into the circle yet. This is the tough bit. First,
corset and bra off." When I started to remove the bra (why the hell was
I in a corset? It was hanging loose, defeats the purpose really) he
added, "Bitch," as if he'd forgotten to say it.
"Right." He was reading again. "What's going on. Ritual of the Soul.
Third layer bears all, check. Binds in the demon to the host - that's
her. Nature of the female is unchanging so every twenty eight days.
Yeah, OK listen up.
She's gonna bleed for four days out of every twenty eight. It's
important - if for any reason, whats it say. Ah yes. If for any reason
she doesn't we lose our control. So if you're in her, you know, then use
a condom. If you don't then make sure you give her one of the pills.
And shower her off when you've done with her, if you ever suspect she's
managed to get some of your, you know, semen inside her then give her a
pill, we have thousands. Doubt that'll be an issue for you Dan - but
remember John." John scowled and muttered.
"OK. That's everything. I'm doing the last bit then we can rub out the
circle and she's all ours." He started to read in the strange language.
And I was back. It had been too long since I had been on Earth. But
this body was perfection, a lot of research had clearly gone into it.
Teenage boys, bless them.
The Summoner finished the Evocation and then rubbed part of the Binding
Circle away with his foot. He and one of his apprentices looked at me
eagerly, his other looked away in mock lack of interest. I'd get him on
his own - "please. I'd love it. In my eyes, on my face. please" Easy
peasy. I'd have a face full of cum in minutes and him at least trying to
pound away at me in ten. Take a few tries though, I'd have dried cum on
my thighs the first couple.
Let them all try me out to thank them then out into the world. But wait.
No. Shit, I was bound. Shit shit shit. God knows how many years of
just these three then banished when the Summoner died. Still, better
than Hell. Might as well get started.
I walked over to the Summoner, passing the broken circle, took his hand
and gently placed it on my breast. Teenage boys, he almost had an
erection just for that. I leant in, pressing his hand between our two
chests and whispered in his ear. "Please, don't hurt me. I'll do
anything. Sit on the bed, I'll use my mouth." My voice caught as if I
was crying "Please don't hurt me." Pathetic little squirt thought he was
a sadist - let me show you Hell boy, you'll learn what sadism is.
When the Summoner walked over to the bed and sat down, legs wide I
followed him. On the way though I stopped by one of the apprentices and
cupped his balls for a second, he went hard almost immediately. "My
mouth's going to be busy, babe, but I bet you can find a way of amusing
yourself behind me?" I gave them a little squeeze.
I stood in front of the Summoner for a moment with wide legs and then
bent from the waist to bring my mouth down and gently kiss his penis.
I'd barely had time for a second kiss before I felt something moving
between my buttocks and then a second later a stickiness and a grunt.
Couldn't even hold it to get inside me. I turned and grinned at him
"Lets do that again" then rubbed my arse against his penis to get him
hard while I began sucking cock in earnest.
As he grabbed my hair - gently before remembering he was dominant and
more firmly - and came in my mouth I was struck by a thought. The magic
only changed what was explicitly stated and if I was any judge this body
had once been male. Had three teenage losers had the foresight to
explicit call up a mental image of all the internal organs needed for the
Moon'd Blood? I doubted it. Find out in twenty eight days. And if not
humanity would once again learn the dangers of unleashing a Demon on
Earth.
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