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The Nature of Evil Author Note 1: This story is intended to be a horror story. Bad things will happen to good people as the nature of evil is explored. This story contains adult themes, violence, rape, betrayal, and sex. It is a "Dark" story. If this sort of thing isn't to your taste then skip this tale, if it is read on. Author Note 2: I'd like to say thank you to BobH and Eric for reading this in draft and giving me suggestions and advice. ********************** Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? ********************** Fiona smiled and waved when she spotted Barbara and Shelia already siting down in the coffee shop. They had known each other since their freshman year in college and had remind close even after graduation. Picking up her coffee Fiona flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder and headed to their table. "So what are you girls talking about today?" Barbara looked up the bright sunlight making her blonde hair seem even blonder. "We were just talking about the concept of temptation," At Fiona's confused look Barbara continued. "You remember my mother talked me into joining her book club?" When Fiona nodded Barbara continued, "we just finished reading, "Paradise Lost" so Shelia and I were talking about the concept of temptation." Fiona slid into a chair looking back and forth between her friends feeling slightly amused. "You realize that this is an idea writers have played with for thousands of years?" Shelia said looking at Barbara. "Oh?" "Well look at the bible, Eve was tempted by Satan." "That's true and look where it got us!" Barbara said with a rueful chuckle and held up her hands making air quotes, "the curse," At this all three woman chuckled. "There are other examples," Shelia said still smiling at her friend. "You know I think that most of the time it's just people without enough will power giving in!" Fiona said. When her friends look at her she continued. "Like eating too many of your favorite cookie and getting a cavity or gaining weight. If you have enough will power it's a snap!" Then mimicking Barbara Fiona lifted her fingers making air quotes, "just say no." At that her two friends laughed. Although Barbara sobered up first and tried to continue the conversation. "I think under the right circumstances it's a lot harder than just saying no. I mean life is complicated and when you mix in emotions, addictions, love and,... ..." As her voice trailed off Fiona jumped in, "and men?" At that the three friends started giggling again. "Oh, gosh look at the time! If we don't hurry we'll be late for our lesson," Shelia said. ********************** The old woman, of mixed African and Latino descent, known these days as Gran watched as three young women entered her shop. All three were from well-off families and had successful lives. Barbara was the short blonde who opened the door to the tinkle of a bell led the three into Gran's shop. She came from old money and thought very highly of herself, although, to her credit, she tried to hide it. She was 24 and had been married for a year to a young lawyer who put in too many hours at the office and left Barbara alone too much. The girl who stepped into Gran's shop next was of Asian and African stock and at 5' 10 was a stunning beauty. Shelia had graduated with Barbara and Fiona two years ago with a degree in business, but her husband, a successful programmer wanted her to stay home and focus on raising a family. The last woman was the one who Gran was most interested in. Fiona was a slim woman, of Welsh descent, with enough of a figure to cause men to look twice. Her raven tresses framed a pale face with startling green eyes. However, it wasn't Fiona's beauty that aroused Gran's interest. It was her natural, untapped, magical potential. A potential that was even greater than Gran's gift! Even though the three women looked very different they had several things in common. They'd all attended college together and were members of the same sorority. They were all married and bored with their lives. And each, to one degree or another, had some talent for the occult. This was what brought them to Gran, they were her apprentices. The very idea made Gran want to laugh, but she knew if she did she'd start wheezing and that wheeze would turn into a cough. The old woman's body ached as she pushed herself up from her stool behind the counter of her spice and herb shop. "Ladies, how good of you to visit ol'Gran. What can I do for you?" Barbara smiled and leaned in to hug the elderly woman. "Gran did you forget, it's Saturday afternoon and we're here for our lesson." "Ah, is it Saturday already? I lose track of the days sometimes. Fiona, be a dear, turn the sign to closed and lock the door. Don't dawdle, now, you two come with me." Gran pushed her way slowly through a set of beaded curtains to her "sanctum," another term that made Gran want to cackle. The room was lit with a pair of dim lamps and the table in the middle of the small room was covered in a black cloth. Worked into the tablecloth, with silver thread, were all sorts of fake mystical symbols. Around the room were various pieces of bric-a-brac all intended to convey an atmosphere of mysticism. The ceiling fan overhead squeaked as she made her way to a chair facing the curtain. This room was where Gran met with rich white folk looking for a thrill and a little mysticism, everything about it had been designed for show. There was a backroom where she did her real work but the girls weren't ready for that. Gran settled into her chair to wait for Fiona to join them. "Gran, what are you going to teach us today? Barbara asked her voice barely containing her excitement. "Patience," Gran wanted to respond but instead said, "did you read the texts I gave you and have each of you been practicing?" "Yes, of course." "Then show me." By this time Fiona had joined them and looked on as Barbara held out her hand chanting softly a look of concentration on her face. After a few seconds a small dot of light appeared above her palm, it wavered for a second and then grew slightly brighter. Barbara stopped chanting and looked at the small light, pride filling her eyes, and then it winked out. Gran nodded her approval and then looked at Shelia who duplicated Barbara's feet, except that her fairy-light lasted for several seconds after she stopped chanting before it died off. Then without being asked Fiona held out her hand, almost as soon as she started chanting a bright dot of light appeared over her hand and then floated to hover over the table. When Fiona stopped chanting the light remained several times brighter than either Barbara or Shelia's light and showed no indication of going out. Very good Fiona, you've a natural gift. You all do!" Gran said beaming at the girls. "I think we will move away from simple cantrips to scrying for today's lesson. How would you like to see what your husbands are up to?" At this the three women nodded in agreement excitement filling their faces. "You mean we can use magic to spy on them?" Barbara asked excitedly. "My dear, magic has always been used to gather information. It's one of the oldest applications of the art." "What do we need to do?" Shelia asked. "First, did you bring me the components I requested?" Each of the three women nodded and handed Gran an envelope with the names of their husbands written on the front of each. The envelopes contained hair and nail clippings from their spouses. Gran grinned, showing her yellow teeth, and picked up a black iron bowl and placed it on the table. Next she filled the bowl with several different kinds of herbs and leaves. "You've memorized the spell?" When they all nodded, Gran flicked a finger at the contents of the bowl and a red flame sprang up. "Barbara, you're first," said Gran carefully taking a pair of hairs from the envelope with Steve Foster written on the front. She passed the hairs to Barbara and started softly chanting. The others joined in and when Gran nodded Barbara dropped the hairs into the fire. Instantly a purple smoke billowed up but it didn't act like normal smoke. It formed a small cloud in the middle of the room and then the cloud changed and became a three dimensional image of Steve Foster. He was sitting behind a desk apparently reading something on a computer. There was a pad of paper next to the keyboard and a cup of coffee. Barbara snorted. "Well that's my husband, at home working on a case." As she spoke the spell was disrupted and the smoke dissipated in a couple of seconds. Gran glanced with annoyance at Barbara. "As you can see, if you stop chanting and speak you disrupt the spell. Shelia, are you ready to peek in on your husband?" When Shelia nodded the four women started chanting again. Once Gran nodded Shelia added Todd's hair onto the fire. Purple smoke billowed up and the cloud it formed became an image of Todd Rogers, a tall athletic man, on the golf course with three other men. The women continued chanting the incantation until Todd sliced a ball into the trees. They saw him hit the ground with a club in frustration and then Shelia started to laugh. Her laughter disrupted the spell and the image faded away. "I'm so sorry Gran, but that's my Todd. He loves to golf but he's really terrible." Gran smiled indulgently at the three women. She added a few more herbs to the fire. "Are you ready Fiona?" "I don't know Gran, this feels like I'm spying on Grant. Like I don't trust him, can we scry something else?" "Did you bring components for another person?" "Well, no,...." "Oh, come on Fi, stop being such a party pooper! It's not like your perfect Grant would be doing anything you wouldn't approve of," Barbara said. "What are you afraid of we'll catch him taking a shower?" Shelia asked with a smile. "Fine, but this still doesn't feel right." Gran let out a sigh of relief and for the first time focused on drawing upon her magical gift. This vision would be a little harder. Instead of a simple scrying she had something else in mind. The women started chanting and unbeknownst to them Gran had taken control of the simple spell. She nodded to Fiona who tossed her husband, Grant Wilson's hair into the flame. Again the cloud formed only this time there wasn't an image. For a second the ladies faltered, but Gran's voice, more determined and more powerful, caused them to continue. Then an image appeared in the cloud. It resolved itself into a handsome man's shape. He was naked and his muscles gleamed with a light sheen of sweat and then the shape of a woman appeared under him. She was on all fours on a bed and Grant, Fiona's husband, stood behind her with his hands gripping her hips firmly as he thrust into her from behind. "No, no that's not possible," Fiona whispered. At this disruption the image started to blur, then the redhead looked back over her shoulder at Grant, her words were faint, yet clear, so all four women heard them, "oh, babe, don't stop, don't stop, oh Grant, I'm almost there..." Then the spell failed. There was a stunned silence in the room and then Barbara and Shelia were hugging Fiona. "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Men are such bastards!" "You can stay with me if you want. You don't have to go home." Gran stood up, "I'll go make us some tea, dears." When she left walking slowly to the kitchen Gran couldn't help the crooked grin that covered her face. Oh, this was just too perfect, she thought. Gran took her time making the tea adding a few additional herbs before setting the pot and cups on a tray. When Gran made it back to the room with the other three women Fiona was sobbing while her friends tried to console her. "Maybe the vision wasn't true?" Barbara said. "No, it must have been, I mean that was Todd, and he said he was going golfing today," Shelia said. She then noticed Barbara glaring at her. "I'm sorry Fi, maybe Barbara is right." "Here we are girls, a cup of tea is just what's needed." "Gran, I don't think tea is going to solve Fiona's problem" Barbra snapped. "No, of course not dear, but it will make you three feel better. After that we should talk. Now please drink up." The two women moved back to their seats and quietly sipped their tea while watching Fiona. After taking a minute to wipe her eyes, Fiona followed her friend's example and took a sip. Gran smiled at the three of them and moved back to her seat. Gran sat quietly watching the women as they drank their tea and saw them calm down unnaturally quickly. After a few minutes the tea had taken full effect and all three women looked slightly glassy eyed. "Now my dears a scrying isn't evidence you could take to a court. In fact if you confront Grant, my dear Fiona, and tell him that you saw him having sex with, ..." "His secretary," Fiona interjected bitterly. "Ah, yes, his secretary, for you to accuse him and not sound crazy you need evidence." "I know, Fi, let's hire a P.I. he can follow Grant around and get pictures," Barbara said excitedly. "Do you know a private investigator Barbara?" Shelia asked a little sarcastically. "We could find one on line." "Ladies, ol'Gran knows many people. People who owe Gran favors, I'll take care of it for you Fiona. Now, if you're done with your tea, I think the lesson is over for today." Gran hobbled along behind the three younger women as they walked to the front of the shop. Just before Shelia reached the front door Gran cleared her throat. "Fiona dear, could you stay for a second? Ladies, I need to speak to Fiona privately." Barbara and Shelia looked at Fiona who nodded. Both Barbara and Shelia gave Gran, and then Fiona, hugs and then stepped out of the shop. "I'm sorry about what you saw, dear, sometimes the truth hurts." "I just can't believe it. I mean he's always been so devoted to me. He's been spending a lot of time at work, ever since his mom and dad died in that car crash and he inherited the family business. He said it was because he wanted to start a family and wanted to be able to provide for us. How can he tell me that he loves me while he's out doing... that... with... his secretary?" "It's the nature of men, dear. I've got a friend who can find the kind of evidence you'll need. Come by the shop the night after tomorrow. I'll fix some more tea and we can talk." "I don't think I can go home. I can't stand the thought of looking at him!" Fiona said her voice quivering. "My dear, dear, Fiona you're stronger than you think. Just pretend that you're not feeling well and go to bed early. The last thing you want right now is for him to suspect that you know what's going on. Here take this it will help you sleep tonight," as she said this Gran handed Fiona a packet of herbs. "Oh, Gran, I don't know what I'd do without you." "Don't worry your pretty head my dear, ol'Gran will take care of everything." ********************** The man parked his bike behind Gran's shop. He walked up the back steps that led above the shop to Gran's living area directly overhead. His heavy biker boots made a clumping sound on the steps and he paused at the door looking at his reflection. He was bald and had tattoos on his neck and head, his nose had been broken and reset crookedly and he had a scar along his jaw line. Still in his twenties he'd already spent time in the county jail. That was before Gran had arranged for him to get paroled. Carlos shifted the duffel bag he carried to his left hand and lifted his right to knock respectfully. After all Gran had arranged for his release and by way of payment she'd told him that she would require his "service," Since that time Carlos had learned why his mother was so scared of Gran. He never would've believed that magic was real. Now however he was a believer. And it terrified him to his core. There weren't many people Carlos was afraid of, but the frail little old lady on the other side of this door was one of the few! Carlos shook his head and took a deep breath and brought the knuckles of his right hand down toward the door. "Come in my boy, do you have it?" Gran's voice sounded in his ear just before his knuckles made contact with the wood. "The door's open." Carlos twisted the handle and pushed his way into the living room feeling his pulse race. "I've got it Gran. After I took them I gave her the potion so she won't remember anything," Carlos said stopping and looking around, not seeing Gran anywhere. Suddenly Gran was standing in the hallway that led to the back bedroom. The look in her eye made Carlos swallow. If his friends could see him they wouldn't believe it, big strong Carlos, Carlos who'd once killed a man with his bare hands in a bar fight, was intimidated by this little old woman. "When you took some of her hair and nails, did you do anything else?" "Oh, come on Gran, of course not." "I've told you before. I can tell when people are lying to me. I'll not ask again." The edge in Gran's voice made Carlos wince. "Gran, that bitch deserved it. I mean a high class piece of pussy like that? What did you expect? Before I was done she was begging for it! Besides, no one heard, and I made her drink the potion. You said she'd forget everything." "Yes, Carlos she'll forget, but I won't. I think tonight's game will be a little different than I'd originally planned. Come with me." Feeling uneasy Carlos followed Gran to the spare bedroom. It was a strange room for a little old lady to have. It was set up like a scene out of an S&M porn movie. "You can set up the cameras in their usual places." "Sure thing Gran, uh, who will we be filming tonight?" "Just set up the cameras." With that Gran walked out of the room carrying the package with Samantha Philips hair and nail clippings. Her spell earlier had gone perfectly. The two scryings were simplicity, but wrenching away of the third scrying and turning it into an illusion by force of will had been a test of Gran's skill and power. Her "apprentices" had been so distraught they'd drunk the tea with Gran's special herbs without question. The tea had not only calmed them all down but it had opened their minds allowing Gran to plant a few suggestions. Now on to the next step, Gran grinned, who said wickedness didn't pay? If Carlos wasn't so predictable this wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Gran had hobbled into the master bedroom and then into the huge bathroom that had been converted for more than one use. The caldron set to one side held a galleon or more specifically 128 ounces of clear liquid. It had taken Gran two months to brew but it would be worth all of the magical strength she'd poured into it. Gran using a long stemmed dipper filled two four ounce bottles. Then she added a hair to each, one from an envelope sitting on the counter and the other from the package Carlos had just given her. The potions changed from clear to a golden color as the hairs dissolved. Thinking about what she was about to do caused a cackle that escaped Gran's withered lips. It had been a long time since she'd used a transformation potion on herself, in this way. ********************** Fiona looked at the empty cup of tea sitting in front of her. Today had been the worst day of her life! It had started out brightly; she'd met her best friends and had visited Gran for a lesson in MAGIC! She still found it nearly impossible to believe that magic was real and that she had the power to use it in her blood. Then everything had gone bad. In one moment her world came crashing down. Grant, the man she loved more than anything, was cheating on her. She'd been hysterical and only the presence of Barbara and Shelia and the comfort they'd provided had allowed her to keep it together. Then Gran had pitched in with a cup of tea. The emotional pain had faded allowing Fiona to think. Her first instinct was to confront Grant. But Gran was right! She'd sound like a crazy person if she said she'd used a spell to spy on him and caught him in the act. Barbara had suggested a P.I. which Fiona thought was probably smart, but Gran had been there again. She knew someone who could follow Grant and get pictures. So Fiona had gone home and of course Grant wasn't there. When he'd come home she'd said she wasn't feeling good. Grant had pretended to care and be sweet. He'd offered to rub her back and asked if there was anything he could get for her. Fiona had wanted to grind her teeth and claw out his eyes. Instead she'd said she was going to make a cup of tea and go to bed. Now looking into the tea cup Fiona felt a wavy of drowsiness come over her. Gran hadn't been kidding about this tea making her sleepy. Briefly Fiona wondered if there was a spell on the herbs to induce sleep. With a shrug Fiona turned off the lights and climbed into bed. Around 9 pm Grant peaked in on Fiona. He saw that she was sleeping and figured that this was probably the best thing for her. She'd acted oddly tonight and he knew her well enough to know that there was something bothering her. Well, she'd tell him in her own time, if he pushed it would just make her mad. Grant closed the door and went back to his study to review the financial reports he'd gotten earlier that day. ********************** Gran felt great! She looked in the mirror and grinned at her reflection. The tall dark muscular man flashed a brilliant white smile back at her from the mirror. Gran always loved using potions of transformation to get a few hours relief from her frail old body. The vitality of youth flowed through her and would for several more hours. A four ounce potion translated into about eight hours in a new younger body. If the damn thing wasn't so hard to brew and if it didn't require so much magic Gran would do this much more often. "Ughhh,.. ..." The soft feminine moan sounded from the bed behind her caused Gran to look over her masculine shoulder at the naked female body cuffed and shackled to the bed. The ball gag in her mouth prevented Carlos from saying anything even though she tried. Yes indeed, Gran thought, Grant's secretary Samantha had a luscious little body made for a man's pleasure! Gran turned around and felt her manhood swing heavily left to right in response. Gran took her time walking over to the bed enjoying the feeling of her flaccid cock moving in response to each step. Grant was no slouch when it came to size or stamina and as Gran gazed down at Carlos, naked feminine flesh, she felt Grant's cock stir. No wonder Fiona had been so upset, Gran mused, after all lovers like Grant were hard to find. It had been years since Gran had taken a male form and even longer since she'd experienced a man's pleasure. Tonight made her wonder why she'd not done this more often. "Ughhhh,..." Carlos's feminine moan caused Gran to chuckle, thinking about the scene from earlier that night. ********************** Gran had returned from the master-bedroom carrying a pair of potions and found that Carlos had just finished setting up the cameras in the spare bedroom. She could see that he was still afraid of her, this was good, since it meant she wouldn't have to waste either time or magic, getting him to do what she wanted. "So where are Bob and Phyllis?" Carlos asked seeing Gran. "They won't be here tonight. They've paid off their debt to me." "I thought you needed me to take pictures of them fucking. If they're not coming then who will I be videoing?" "Just still photos tonight, don't worry about taking a video. As for the subject, tonight's pictures will feature a new couple. Drink this, please," Gran said hobbling forward and holding out one of the phials. Carlos looked around suddenly nervous. "Uhm, Gran, where's the new couple?" As he said this Carlos took the potion from her almost as if his arm had a mind of its own. "They'll be here soon. Now drink," Gran ordered her voice taking on a strange quality. Again Carlos moved almost as if he had no control over his body. One hand pulled the cork out and he tipped the contents into his mouth looking a little surprised. "What was that Gran?" "Just wait, you'll see, my dear... Samantha." "What?!" Then Carlos clutched his stomach as a cramp hit him. "You old witch, what have you done?" Then another cramp hit only this time it was centered on Carlos's chest. It must not have hurt as much because he reached up to rub his chest and as he did his hands were slowly filled with expanding flesh as large pair of breasts blossomed. "Oh, god, I know what you did!! I'll kill you for this!! God no, ...You're turning me into a woman!" Carlos took a staggering step toward Gran, and then clutched his crotch. "Noooo, it's gone. Please Gran, please stop, I'm begging." At this Gran couldn't resist the laugh that turned into a cackle. Carlos tried to take another step, then he lost his balance and toppled to the soft deep carpet. The changes now came faster and faster, red hair sprouted from Carlos bald scalp, brown skin became pale, and the rough face with the broken nose and scars became softer and more delicate. Carlos's tattoos were the last thing to change. It was as though the ink resisted the magic longer because they weren't originally part of Carlos, but at last they too faded away. "You're begging me, Carlos? When that woman, Samantha, begged you to stop, did you? You are a rapist and a murder Carlos with a soul as black as the pit. You're just my kind of scum, and you're completely within my power. I think I'm going to enjoy tonight's little photo- shoot very much!" With that Gran had lifted the second potion to her withered lips and welcomed the rush the transformation brought. It was done in a few minutes and even though she'd drank her potion after Carlos Gran still recovered first having never lost her balance or focus. Gran dropped the robe that no longer fit her masculine body and completely naked walked over to inspect each camera. After a quick check, she set them to start taking photos every couple of seconds. Satisfied Gran moved over to the just recovering Carlos and grabbed him by his long red hair. Carlos moaned and looked up in terror at Gran. The look of open lust on Gran's face sent a shiver through Carlos as he was roughly pulled up onto the bed. "Oh, yes I think I'll enjoy this very much," Gran said with Grant's powerful baritone. ******************** "Ughhhh, ..." Carlos's attempt to speak around the ball gag brought Gran back to the present. Gran ran her eyes over Carlos's seductive curves and then looked down at her naked penis and was surprised to see that it was already standing ready for another round. Yes, Grant was quite the catch, Gran thought, no wonder Fiona had been upset. "Ah, sorry Carlos, I was just thinking, I know it's something you're not familiar with, but here we are with so much time in these wonderful young bodies and nothing much too do. However shall we occupy ourselves?" "Erghhhh,... burrrggh" "You want to say something? But Carlos the last time didn't work out so well. You forced me to use the whip. Now for the next round I think I'll introduce you to a vibrator, doesn't that sound like fun? We've only been at this for an hour, so the night is quite young, and I haven't even had to use magic to induce a new erection, ... yet." "Nnnghhh ffiiilllmmm ...." "Oh, are you trying to tell me that the cameras are out of film? That's okay we're done with the photo-shoot part anyway. The rest of the night is for my pleasure and your education. So a couple of rules, until you return to your natural form you'll answer to the name Samantha. You'll be on the receiving end of every depraved act I can think of until you're begging me for more." At the sight of panic in Carlos pretty blue eyes Gran leaned in. "What was it you said earlier? Oh yes, I remember." Gran paused to making sure she kept eye contact with Carlos. "You said: Gran, that bitch deserved it. I mean a high class piece of pussy like that? What did you expect? Before I was done she was begging. So Carlos, how does it feel to be a high class piece of pussy? I'm going to give you what you deserve until you're begging me for more." ********************** It was Thursday night and Grant was working late, as usual, Fiona thought bitterly. She could guess what he was working on! Fiona pulled her car into the driveway that led around behind Gran's shop. Fiona had stopped by Monday night just like Gran had asked but Gran had said that she didn't have any evidence yet. They'd shared a cup of tea and Fiona found herself confiding in Gran. Gran was so easy to talk to and before she knew it Fiona was telling Gran how much she loved Grant and how great their life was. Gran was interested in everything Fiona had to say, she was an amazing listener. Gran then asked about Fiona's childhood and relatives, Fiona found herself telling Gran things she'd never told anyone. When she'd lost her virginity and with whom no detail was too trivial. For the first time Fiona felt comfortable talking about some of her other feelings about her marriage. How Grant left her alone for hours and how she felt lonely and resented the fact that he was able to be productive while she stayed at home. Then she started talking about the things Grant did that annoyed her and at last about her suspicion that he'd hired Samantha just because she was pretty and had a great sexy body. This ended with a furious tirade from Fiona about Grant cheating on her and a vow to get revenge if it was true. The talk had made Fiona feel better but she still had a hard time hiding her feelings from Grant. All week she'd gone to bed early to avoid him and had used Gran's tea to help her sleep. Then today Gran had called and asked her to come over at 6 pm and to come alone. Fiona had wanted to know if Gran's contact had found anything but Gran wouldn't tell her on the phone. Feeling nervous and upset Fiona turned off her car in time to see the back door open. Gran stepped out looking frail, bent nearly double, yet she hobbled down to meet Fiona. "Come with me child. I've closed my shop, we'll go up to where I live and have a spot of tea and talk." Fiona nodded and with her heart in her throat followed Gran as she made her way slowly up the steps. Gran led Fiona into a large kitchen where she went to work making a pot of tea. It only took a few minutes before the aroma filled the kitchen. "Here you are dear," Gran said sitting down across from Fiona. "Aren't you going to have some?" "No, if I drink tea this late, I'll never be able to sleep. Please drink up. It will make you feel better." Fiona took a sip, to be polite, and then set the cup down. "Gran I can't take it anymore, did your contact find anything?" With a sigh Gran slid a large folder over to Fiona. The folder was thick and filled with pictures. Fiona reached out with trembling fingers and slowly undid the string holding the folder closed and then eased the pictures out. Gran watched as Fiona looked at one picture after another, Fiona said nothing as a single tear slide down her cheek. At last she looked up at Gran tears beginning to run more freely. "Oh, Gran, it's true he's not just having an affair, look at what they're doing? It's sick and perverted. How can he do that? How can he do that with her!" Gran hobbled around the table and wrapped her arms around Fiona letting her cry until the tears stopped coming. "So what will you do child?" "I'll take these pictures to a lawyer and take everything including the shirt off his back!" "Ah, that's the spirit girl. Show him he can't treat you like that." Suddenly Fiona looked intently at Gran. "I've been thinking Gran. I don't know how to ask you this, but is there anything we can do... you know,... with magic? Divorcing Grant is the right thing to do; it's just that it doesn't feel like it goes far enough. Not after seeing those," she said waving at the stack of pictures. "Ah, my dear, sweet Fiona, yes there are spells for vengeance. But they blacken the soul. As bad as it is, all Grant has done is cheat on you. This happens to women all the time, divorce is the normal, socially acceptable, answer. I think you should just leave it at that." Fiona looked at Gran and wanted to argue but then looked down feeling ashamed. "Now I know a first rate divorce lawyer. I'll set you up with an appointment tomorrow." ********************** Grant got a message to meet Fiona at the legal office of Donald, Griffin, and Smith on Monday. He walked into the office building feeling confused. Fiona had been acting strange all week and then he'd gotten a text saying that she was spending the weekend with Barbara and Shelia and she'd be home on Monday. Then at lunch on Monday his secretary Samantha came in with an invitation to meet Fiona at this law office. When Grant arrived he saw Fiona sitting in a dark business suit he hadn't even known she owned. Next to her an elderly gentleman sat with a brief case in front of him. "Mr. Wilson, I'm Mrs. Wilson's attorney, James Griffin. These are divorce papers Mrs. Wilson has asked me to file on her behalf. The locks to your house have been changed and this is a restraining order. The police and one of our junior solicitors will accompany you to your home so that you can collect your possessions." Grant felt the color drain from his face. "What?! I don't understand. What are you talking about? What's going on? Fiona what are you doing?" Fiona looked up at Grant glaring daggers. "It should be obvious, even to your dim brain, I'm divorcing you Grant." "I don't understand, why?" "Why, how can you ask me that? It's because you're a lying, cheating, no-good, scumbag of a man! That's why." "Fi, I don't understand, but whatever it is, we can work it out. We can go to counseling, whatever it takes. Please Fi!" Fiona stood up and meeting Grant's confused gaze with a cold look. "Jim, do you still need me here?" "No, Mrs. Wilson, we can take it from here." ********************** It had been a week since she'd thrown Grant out and Fiona didn't feel any better. She had fallen into a habit of spending an hour or two each afternoon having tea with Gran. Today's tea had been particularly relaxing and Gran had taught her a couple of new spells and a new meditation technique. She'd also spent time talking to Gran about her past this time chatted on and on about college life and her sorority sisters. Fiona had been surprised at how well she'd been able to recollect her days in school. In fact the conversation had a strange dream like quality to it. Fiona was often surprised when a conversations with Gran ended by how many hours she'd spent talking but couldn't really remember what they'd discussed, only that she'd enjoyed herself immensely and always felt very relaxed after having tea with Gran. Despite finding such companionship in Gran and even the ability to work magic, Fiona felt like there was a hole in her heart. Grant had called several times and left messages, Fiona couldn't resist listening to them. As angry as she'd been, and still was truth be told, she loved Grant. Perhaps they could try to work it out. Fiona had talked to Gran today about her feelings and Gran had been very understanding. It made Fiona feel good to have someone she could confide in so completely. Gran had suggested that Fiona take Grant's company but she couldn't bring herself to go after it. There hadn't been a pre-nup but even so Fiona knew that the company had been started by Grant's grandfather and it meant more to Grant than anything else. Besides Grant's company, a glass company, employed over fifty people. If she went after the company it would close its doors and those people would be out of work. No, she'd just take 50% of the assets and leave the company alone. But as she drove back to her place Fiona realized that she didn't want 50% of Grant's property she wanted Grant. Fiona made up her mind, she was going to talk to Grant perhaps they could work things out. After all she still loved him despite everything. ********************** "Carlos, I've got another job for you." "Please, Gran, no. I've learned my lesson. I've not looked at a woman since you told me not to." "Ah, Carlos, you're such a good boy. But you're not very smart, how many times must I remind you that I can tell when you're lying," Gran couldn't resist cackling at the defeated slump in Carlos's shoulders. Before Carlos could protest Gran continued, "so it's good that you're not. I promise this time I won't turn you into a busty red-head. Now there is a house we might need to break into, do you think you can remember how?" At this Carlos face brightened. Breaking and entering was a skill he'd learned as a teen, he was more than happy to steal something for Gran particularly if it meant he didn't have to be a woman again. Ever since that night he's spent as Gran's sex toy he'd been haunted by the feelings and sensations. Carlos was starting to become worried that she'd done something more to him than just turn him into a woman. The mere thought of becoming that red-head again made Carlos knees weak and gave him a raging hard-on. ********************** Gran hobbled up to the front door to Fiona's house. She had scryed it several times so knew the layout this knowledge had been enhanced by her talks with Fiona. Gran had been using a special tea and made sure she cast a memory charm prior to their talks. The purpose of the spell allowed Gran to see and experience each memory Fiona offered as though she'd lived that memory along with Fiona. Because of this Gran knew every inch of Fiona and Grant's house. "I thought you needed me to break in?" "Only if the key isn't under the plant on the back patio," Gran said. Since it was there and the code to the security system hadn't been changed getting into the house was simple. "Now hurry up, Fiona is spending the night with Barbara and Shelia, but I don't want any of the neighbors to see us." Once they were in the large house Gran directed Carlos to the bathroom off the master bedroom. Feeling a little worried while fighting to hide his erection Carlos went to work setting up a pair of cameras. While he did this Gran started filling the large Jacuzzi tub with water and adding bubbles. Once the cameras were in place Carlos looked over at Gran just in time to see that she'd discarded her clothes. Her body shimmered, as wrinkled flesh shifted and became smooth, Gran's perpetual stoop changed with a popping sound as she stood up straight. Her gray hair darkened and shortened and her saggy empty utters pulled up transforming into firm pectoral muscles, while a ten inch sausage pushed down from her pelvis. In a few seconds Grant Wilson stood naked facing a quivering Carlos. "Aw, Gran, you promised! You said I wouldn't have to be the bitch again!" "No, Carlos, that's not what I promised. I said that you wouldn't have to be a busty red-head. Now come over here and drink this," Gran said holding out a golden potion. It felt surreal to Carlos as he moved forward and downed the potion. This time the cramps bothered him less and when the changes were done Carlos stood up tossing her long black hair over one shoulder. Carlos could already feel a heat in her loins and a deep ache that needed to be filled when she looked over at the masculine body Gran was wearing. "So Carlos, how much do you know about this internet thing I hear all the kids talking about these days?" ********************** Fiona sat on the back patio of the country club in a floral print sundress with a big hat protecting her skin from the early afternoon sun. Shelia was sitting at the table with her as they both sipped fruity drinks. Shelia had invited Fiona to stay with her for the weekend to get Fiona out of her large empty house and to take her mind off her marriage. Shelia had been surprised when Fiona had said that she was thinking about trying to work things out with Grant. For the last week she'd been hell-bent on taking everything she could from him and now all of a sudden she was talking about reconciliation? Shelia was concerned her friend was losing her emotional stability. However, this weekend had worked wonders. They had agreed not to talk about Grant and Fiona had seemed more like her old self. A tall cute waiter stepped up to the table and asked if they were ready to order but since they were waiting for Barbara they settled on drinks only. Just then Fiona heard the approach of footsteps and looked up to see Barbara approaching and from the look on her face Fiona knew there was something wrong. Barbara leaned in and gave Fiona a hug. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Grant is such an ass!" "I agree in principle, but what are you talking about?" Fiona asked. "You don't know?" Not waiting for an answer Barbara sat down and pulled out her smart phone. She started tapping on it while talking. "Stephanie sent me a text this morning with a link to this blog. It's a new one started by G W." Fiona cringed, she remembered Stephanie from her days in college. Stephanie had been a frienemy and both had been competing for Grant. When Fiona had become engaged Stephanie had refused to talk to her. Barbara slid the phone over to Fiona. The blog had several pictures loaded and when Fiona tapped on one to expand it she saw it was a picture of her and Grant naked in their bathroom. Fiona's heart started to race as she looked at each picture one after the other. They were all of the two of them naked having sex in their bathroom! Fiona was mortified and the furious by turns. "That bastard promised me he'd destroyed those pictures!" Fiona nearly screeched. "What?" Shelia asked grabbing the phone. "Oh, dear god, what a Jackass!" "Is that really you Fiona?" Barbara asked. Fiona, her face a flaming shade of red, nodded as tears of anger and frustration leaked down her cheeks. "Yes, right after we moved into our house Grant wanted to take some sexy pictures. I was kind of drunk and agreed. The next morning when I was sober I asked him to delete them and he promised me that he had. I guess he lied about that too." Barbara and Shelia exchanged a look not really knowing what to say. "Please excuse me," Fiona said standing up. "Where are you going?" Shelia asked reaching out to take Fiona's hand. "I don't know, for a drive I guess. I'll call you later, I just need to think." ********************** Fiona was surprised when she looked up and spotted Gran's house. She hadn't driven here on purpose it had just sort of happened. Fiona burst through the front door of Gran's shop spotting the old woman in her usual spot behind the counter. When she did the tears started to flow and she rushed around the counter to give Gran a big hug. For several minutes Fiona stood there hugging Gran as Gran stroked her hair with a feeble hand. "There, there child, how bad could it be? Come on now talk to ol'Gran." "Oh, Gran, I'm too embarrassed to tell you." "Embarrassed? In that case let's close up the shop and go into the back and have some tea and talk. Okay?" "Uhm, sure, I'd like that," Fiona said wiping her eyes. By the time Fiona had finished her second cup of tea she was ready to talk. In an almost detached tone of voice Fiona explained Grant's latest betrayal. "And I was thinking about trying to go to counseling and see if we couldn't work this out. Now I just want to make him pay! I feel so humiliated." "Well you're divorcing him, if you take his precious company wouldn't that be enough?" "NO! He needs to hurt like I'm hurting. I wish I could do something. If I were big enough and strong enough I'd kick his ass! Isn't there any magic I could use to make him pay?" Gran's old face wrinkled up with a sad look as she stared at Fiona. "Yes, child, there are many spells for vengeance. But they are all black, and it's said they blacken the soul of the person who uses them. When you're young and innocent you have a certain natural protection for the predators of the supernatural world. If you blacken your soul you forfeit that protection. Is this something you really want to do?" Fiona looked up eagerly meeting Gran's eyes with a fierce look. "Gran I don't care about that! I just want to make Grant pay!" "I think I know a spell or two that might do what you want. You'll have to cast the spell yourself. It will take some study and work on your part, but I think you've got the power." ********************** Fiona looked down with some pride at the clay doll lying in the middle of a complex circle. Fiona had taken Grant's hair and fingernails from the envelope she'd given Gran a month ago and using some herbs provided by Gran and chanting a curse had ground them all to powder. Fiona had then mixed the powder into the clay she'd used to shape the doll. It wasn't the best workmanship in fact the doll looked more like a gray gingerbread cookie than anything else. Gran had assured her that she'd done everything right. Now under the light of the moon within the circle Fiona was getting ready for the hardest part. Gran had provided advice and helped her practice chanting the spells but she had refrained from helping in the crafting. She'd said this was Fiona's vengeance and her choice and if she were going to do it then she had to do the casting. Sensing the time was right Fiona started chanting as she did she risked a glance at Gran as she stood watching. Even though Gran didn't move Fiona sensed Gran's approval. For over ten minutes Fiona chanted and then as the rite reached the critical point she drew a knife and cut her left thumb and pressed the bleeding digit into the clay doll. "Spirits of the endless dark, hear my call and grant my request! Like-to-like; as with one, so with the other! By my blood and power I bind this spell!" Fiona felt a rush of energy and even though it was a calm night a wind picked up rushing down on them causing the torches Gran had set up in her secluded backyard to flicker. Then it was over and Fiona felt drained. She had collapsed to her knees her loose hair framing her face in a dark curtain as she looked at the ground. Slowly Fiona reached up and moved her hair out of her way. When she did she let out a gasp. The once comical looking doll had changed. It now resembled a naked Grant down to the finest detail. Slowly Fiona reached forward and nearly dropped it when she realized it was warm to the touch and the clay felt like skin. "Well done, child! And on your first try. With your power and natural ability you could become a very powerful witch!" Fiona flushed with pride. "thanks Gran. What should I do with this now?" "Oh, there are all sorts of uses. But since your husband likes sticking his dick where it doesn't belong, I'd suggest cursing him with impotency. Then there's a jinx for bad luck that's always been a favorite of mine." For a second Fiona stared in shock at Gran's use of coarse language and then what she'd said penetrated Fiona's brain. "Those sound perfect! Let's see him screw his little whore when he can't get it up. Can you show me how?" Fiona said with an evil giggle. "Of course, my dear, of course." ********************** "Mr. Wilson, I know this is a bad time but I need to tell you something," Samantha said. "Samantha, I've got to go meet my lawyer, can this wait?" "Sir, it's my mother. I just found out that she fell and broke her hip. She can't get around and needs someone to help her. I'm taking my two weeks' vacation and flying back to Minnesota I'm sorry about the short notice." Grant paused to look at the busty red-head, god she's hot, he thought and realized that it had been months since he'd had sex. Then he felt a surge of anger at the obviously photo-shopped pictures Fiona's lawyers were using to say that he'd cheated on Fi with Samantha. He'd asked Samantha about them and she didn't know who was in them either and she swore that she'd never done anything like the things the people in those photos were doing! Grant believed her which just made him more confused and angry. "That's fine Samantha, uhm, I'm sorry to hear about your mom, I hope she gets well soon," Grant said trying to focus on something besides his problems. "Thank you sir, it's really weird. My mom runs every day and teaches ballet I've never seen her do anything clumsy. Yet somehow she slipped and fell." "I suppose accidents can happen to anyone," Grant replied trying to sound supportive. "In the middle of a dance class while walking across the smooth dry dance floor? She said it was the strangest thing all at once she got vertigo and when she lost her balance and when she fell she wasn't able to break her fall. When her hip hit she said she could hear the bone breaking," Samantha closed her eyes with a shudder. "I'm sorry Samantha, look, don't worry about work. Just help your mother get better." "I guess, uhm, ... I've already called a temp agency and they'll be sending a girl over Monday morning to cover for me while I'm gone." ********************** Grant was having a terrible day. It had started out poorly when he'd woken up without his usual morning wood. Ever since Fiona had thrown him out and he'd gotten his cheap apartment the one thing he could count on was greeting each new day with a sure sign of his continuing virility. This morning had been different and no matter how much he coaxed and played with it his cock had refused to respond. This was doubly frustrating since he felt horny but couldn't get any satisfaction. Then things had gotten worse. He'd cut himself shaving, burned his tongue on too hot coffee and now Samantha had left for two weeks. Grant climbed out of his Porsche and slammed the door before turning to head up the law office and heard a ripping sound even as he felt a tug on his coat. Grant looked back and saw that his suit jacket had caught in the door and ripped. Cursing he opened the door only to see that his five hundred dollar suit was ruined. What did I do to deserve all of this bad luck? Grant thought as he walked up to the law office. ********************** "Oh, Gran you should have seen the look on his face!" Fiona said as she pushed open the door to Gran's shop. "So you had a good meeting dear?" "You bet! I've never seen Grant so out of sorts. He looked like a total klutz and when he picked up the papers he was supposed to review he even got a paper cut! If that impotency spell is as good as that bad-luck jinx he'll not be having sex for a long time!" Fiona's golden laugh was a counter point to Gran's cackle. However Gran's laughter turned into a wracking cough. Fiona rushed over patting Gran on the back and offering to get her some water. "No, that's alright dear, it's just age catching up to me. I was just enjoying your good mood and I forgot how hard it is for me to laugh." "I'm sorry Gran. Is there anything I can do to help." "You're already doing more than you know, child," Gran said with a strange expression. "Now are you satisfied? Is your vengeance done?" Fiona's features darkened as she stood up and moved away from where Gran sat. "I don't know. I guess I still find it hard to believe that he cheated on me. I wish there was a way I could know for certain." "The pictures aren't proof enough?" "Gran, you should have seen Grant and that Samantha person at last week's deposition. They were both so convincing. They claimed they've never had sex with each other and that the pictures must have been faked or photo-shopped. I almost believed them." "Perhaps there is a way child but are you willing do what's needed?" "Gran, I'd do anything to know for certain." "Then come back tomorrow at six. This spell is beyond you and I need time to get it ready." "What are we going to do?" "Patience child, you need to work on becoming more patient. Now since the night is young why don't you fill these old ears with more stories about your childhood?" Fiona flashed a smile at Gran when she said this. It had become a sort-of-game with them. Gran traded knowledge on magic and the occult with Fiona for stories of her life. Fiona settled into her seat and thought for a second, while sipping Gran's awesome tea. "So last time we talked I described college. Would you like to hear about high school?" "That sounds perfect dear," Gran said. Unbeknownst to Fiona Gran had slipped a crystal out of her pocket and sat it on the counter between them. As Fiona talked the crystal started glowing a faint red as its magic went to work. ********************** "Carlos, are you ready for your next job?" Gran asked the tall biker when he stepped into her shop. "Gran, I've done this twice now. When will my debt be paid?" "Carlos, you raped and murdered two young girls, I had to erase memories, cause bodies vanish, and change official records. If I hadn't you'd still be in prison. I think you owe me more than a couple of photo-shoots. Besides, from the way you were begging me not to stop last time I'd have thought you would be looking forward to another chance to be a woman." At this Carlos dark skin reddened and a shudder went through his body. "Gran, please don't make me do this." "Carlos, dear, you're shaking, what are you afraid of?" "Every time you do this to me, a part of me likes it. Likes being a girl,... I... I found myself looking at a hot babe in sexy lingerie on TV and instead of thinking she was hot,... I... caught myself wondering how it would feel to wear the lingerie! Please Gran no more." At his confession Gran grinned her yellow smile, "Carlos, I spent a lot of time and effort making sure that Samantha was out of the way and you want to interrupt my plans just because you've discovered that you like being a woman? Now, enough of this, go to this address. Drink this potion and then put on the sexiest clothes you can find. When I come by, in the male body I've been using, you need to pretend to be Samantha and seduce me while I pretend to be Grant. This is very important Carlos; you can't call me by any name other than Grant. We'll pretend that we've been secret lovers for over a year now, oh, and you'll need to make fun of my bitch wife Fiona. Can you do that?" "I can do the first part, but I'm a terrible actor. Why do you need me to pretend? Will you be filming us again?" "Yes, but you won't be able to see the cameras. Don't worry, I think I know of a way to improve your acting. Just go to the address drink the potion and put on something sexy, I'll do the rest." Gran's irritation was clear in her voice and Carlos felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. At the same time his body was already reacting to the idea of being a sexy woman. Carlos looked down at his already rock hard cock and then back up timidly at Gran. "Sure Gran whatever you want." ********************** Fiona looked in the mirror unable to believe her reflection. Instead of her normal dark hair, pale face with delicate features she was staring at Grant's reflection. She had returned to Gran's today at six just like Gran had asked and she'd been amazed to learn that Gran had brewed a transformation potion. All she had to do was go home find one of Grant's old hair brushes and use a hair to transform into a copy of Grant. Now she could go over to that bitch Samantha's and pretend to be Grant. It should be simple to figure out if they were lying. Fiona's mind raced, if Gran had the power to change her into a perfect copy of her husband, even if only for a few hours, could someone else have set the whole thing up? No Gran had explained that the potion was very difficult to brew and took a great deal of power. There were only a dozen witches in the United States capable of making a potion like this. Now Fiona wondered if Gran had a hand in all of this but as soon as the thought crossed her mind she dismissed the idea. Gran was her teacher and her friend. She'd been just as surprised by Grant's unfaithfulness as Fiona and if anything Gran had counseled moderation. No, Grant was a man, and men cheat on their wives it happens all the time. Only this time Fiona had the power to know for sure and to take revenge! As she had this thought Fiona felt an unfamiliar twitch in her groin. Fiona pushed back from the sink feeling her penis swing around. This was suddenly impossibly erotic and she started getting hard. This made her chuckle with Grant's deep voice, after all one shouldn't use female pronouns when describing male body parts. Then the chuckle turned into a laugh when Fiona realized that she could at this moment 'get it up,' but Grant was stuck with a flaccid lump of flesh between his legs and an active libido he could do nothing to satisfy! The idea that she was more of a man than Grant was followed by Fiona wondering what it would be like to have Grant helpless under her control, to dominate and take him as she saw fit. Fiona had to shake her head to drive away these strange thoughts. "What's wrong with me?" She wondered out loud. At last with her thoughts under control Fiona went to the master bedroom and the walk-in closet. There were plenty of Grant's clothes in the closet. He'd been unable to pack everything in his hasty departure and Fiona hadn't seen a reason to send them over to him. She had planned to donate them to a thrift store but was glad that she'd never gotten around to it. Soon Fiona was dressed and ready to leave. Samantha's address had been included in the packet provided by Gran's P.I. so she had no trouble finding Samantha's apartment. Once she got there Fiona hesitated. Was she really sure she wanted to go through with this? After all tricking Samantha into thinking she was Grant was wrong and suddenly she felt awkward and unsure of herself. ********************** Gran looked up from her scrying bowl with a yellow toothed smirk. There was no way she was going to allow Fiona to chicken out now. Particularly since her plans were coming close to fruition and she was getting low on transformation potion. Gran reached over to a doll that looked just like Fiona, in fact it had transformed into a copy of Grant when Fiona had but Gran could tell by touching the doll that it was still Fiona that it was connected to. Gran gently rubbed the doll's forehead and whispered; "Courage and curiosity, courage and curiosity, courage and curiosity, so mote it be." At the tingle of response Gran set the doll down and picked up the doll that now looked like a perfect replica of Samantha. As soon as she touched it Gran knew that it was Carlos's doll and it was merely a reflection of Carlos current form. With a groan Gran settled into a cross legged position and lifted Carlos's doll to her lips. She kissed the top of the dolls head and then put the doll in her lap resting each of her hands over the dolls. "Same-to-same, like-to-like, my spell must find thee Same-to-same, like-to-like, my spell doth bind thee Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell I see what you see Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell I hear what you hear Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell you say what I say Same-to-same, like-to-like, with my spell you move as I command SO MOTE IT BE" Power rippled out from Gran's withered body and when she opened her eyes the irises had gone completely white. ********************** Fiona walked up the steps to the apartment where Grant's secretary Samantha lived. She had sat for over ten minutes in the parking lot debating whether or not to go through with this charade. In the end she decided that she needed to know the truth and climbed out of the car and headed up to the apartment. She hesitated for a second and then rang the bell. When the door opened Fiona gasped. Samantha stood there; all five foot five inches of her dressed in a green teddy her breasts nearly bursting from the top. "Ah, lover, I thought you'd never get here." Samantha reached out and grabbed Fiona by Grant's tie and pulled her forward into a kiss while reaching out with her other hand to grab Fiona's cock. Fiona was too startled to resist and the next thing she knew she was in Samantha's apartment. The sound of her zipper being pulled down temporarily brought Fiona back to herself. "Um, Samantha don't you think we should talk? I mean I'm going through a divorce so we need to be discreet? Right?" Fiona thought desperately. There was no longer a doubt in her mind Grant was sleeping with Samantha so all she needed to do was escape. "I've been waiting for this for days and you want me to be discreet?" Carlos replied in Samantha's sultry voice, shocked as the words came unbidden from his mouth. Just as he'd been shocked when he'd grabbed this guy Gran was pretending to be and started kissing him. This must be what Gran meant when she said she'd take care of my acting problem for me, Carlos thought, as he pulled Fiona's cock free and in one smooth move swallowed the whole thing. Fiona was so shocked when she felt Samantha pull her cock out that she froze up then Samantha started sucking on it and Fiona forgot everything except the sensations she was feeling. She reached out and in desperation gripped the back of Samantha's head more to help her keep her balance than anything else. This seemed to drive Samantha to greater efforts as she worked Fiona's shaft like a pro. "Oh, god I think I'm going to cum," Fiona said out loud startling herself with her deep masculine voice. Carlos nearly froze when she said this but Gran forced him to keep up the steady pressure and then when the ropy strands of cum started shooting down Carlos throat Gran made sure he suced down every drop. "Wow, that was amazing," Fiona said with a slightly dazed sound to her masculine voice. "You've not seen anything yet lover. That cold bitch Fiona didn't have a clue how to keep her man satisfied." The red-head pushed Fiona onto her back and still holding Fiona's cock in one hand using her other hand she slid her sopping wet panties to one side and settled onto Fiona's pole. The sensations were almost too much for Fiona, was this what men felt when they had sex? She had never guessed that sex was so intense and so focused for a man. It took a second for Samantha's words to penetrate Fiona's hormone soaked brain but when they did a slow rage began to build. Then her whole world receded until nothing except her iron hard cock being consumed by Samantha's hot, tight, pussy existed. Fiona forgot about everything except the animal sensations and the overwhelming desire to mate. ********************** Fiona climbed up from the sweat drenched sheets and looked over at the clock. She figured that she'd arrived at Samantha's at around nine pm. It was now one in the morning and her raging cock seemed to have spent itself at last. She looked over at the semi-conscious form of her lover with a series of conflicting emotions. Amazement, lust, and shame all bounced ar