A naked Ethel stares blankly at the mirror. The creature staring back at her is a frail woman in her eighties. She picks up an old photo and stairs at it longingly. The black and white photo is of a beautiful voluptuous woman in her early twenties. Looking in the mirror it is almost impossible that the same woman in the photo is her.
Ethel is brought out of her zombie like stare. "So, have we decided?" Questioned Jezebel. As a perfect sexy woman with fiery red hair comes into the bathroom to join Ethel. "If you are worried about what your husband will think, don't. He'll simply love you more and rush to join you. You won't be going through this alone."
Her magical touches turn Ethel's sagging wrinkled breasts to young supple objects of desire, at least for a fleeting moment and then they revert to their previous state.
Ethel smiles nervously. "No, I haven't decided yet."
Jezebel smirks and kisses Ethel on the mouth and softly whispers. "Don't be coy. You have already decided. We'll be waiting for you in the living room." As her mouth pushes for a deeper kiss that is not refused. The moment becomes very hot until Jezebel breaks it off from a disappointed Ethel.
"I told you Ethel there would be no more playing until you're committed to our arrangement." Jezebel smiles seductively as she exits the bathroom.
Ethel takes one last look at the old woman in the mirror. A look of worry crosses her face for a moment and then is gone. She turns out the light as if turning off an undesired chapter in her life and exits to whatever life has in store for her.
Ethel walks into the living room. The rooms normal lights have been replaced by flames emanating from black candles strategically placed in a circle around a large pentagram in the middle of the room.
Five naked women stand at the five points whispering something in an ancient tongue that Ethel has never heard before.
"You remember William. He is the one that made you feel like a woman after how many years?" Jezebel states with a little bit of sarcasm in her voice. "He will be putting the contractual tattoo on you."
A young man who appears to be in his mid-twenties walks into the room, from the kitchen, naked carrying a bowl of something that smells rather fowl and disturbing. Even in its flaccid state, his penis appeared to be over seven inches long swaying back and forth as he walked towards Ethel.
Ethel couldn't divert her eyes even if she wanted to. Her gaze was met by Williams smile as if they both just shared a moment. Ethel redirects her gaze towards Jezebel.
"This will only change my outside appearance not who I am inside. Will it?" Asked a worried Ethel.
"Your mind will, for the most part, remain the same. Although the way you look at things will change to match the new you." A smiling Jezebel states as she reaches out for Ethel's hand to guide her to her position of honor.
Upon closer examination, the center of the pentagram consists of an extremely comfortable fur rug with comfortable fur pillows for her head and lower abdomen area.
"Lay face down with your head facing North and place the other pillow under your vaginal area." Explains Jezebel.
"It isn't going to hurt very much, is it?" Asks a worried Ethel.
"Quit being a baby. Everything will be fine, you'll see." Said Jezebel.
William caresses the old woman's ass. Ethel's pussy is leaking with excitement. He gradually moves his hand over to the small of her back. The skin is white and frail with age. He looks towards Jezebel as if expecting something. No words need to be expressed Jezebel knows what he wants. She moves over to Ethels side and touches the area that William has indicated. The skin becomes young and responsive like that of a young Brazilian model.
Jezebel hands William an ancient looking leather pouch. He carefully opens it revealing tattoo needles made from bone and small wooden mallets.
Dipping the needle into the strange fluid in the bowl, William begins to chant in an ancient incoherent phrase over and over. The chanting is very rhematic putting Ethel into a kind of zombie trance. As he begins to perform his work.
A depiction of a strange looking object, it looks like an alien fruit of some kind. Something not of this world. William is good at what he does the alien fruit just seems to jump out at you like it is in 3d.
"There!" he says, "It is done."
Jezebel softly caresses Ethel's cheek and kisses her lightly on her neck and ear. "Do you accept this gift that I bestow on you with a clear and free mind?"
"I Do." A calm Ethel states.
The flames of the black candle extend to an unnatural height as an invisible force seems to enter the room and into Ethel. The tattoo on Ethel's back comes to life for a brief moment sticking out of Ethel's back. She screams as a supernatural being apparently enters her body.
"Oh my God." Screams Ethel. "What have I don..."
Ethel's body begins to change, this time however, the change will be permanent.
Ethel's fearful face begins to change to one of confidence. There is no going back now her mind is locked into what she has decided. Ethel's eyes turn pitch black for a moment as an evil smile briefly crosses her face and then back to normal.
An old man dressed in an old worn-out suit struggles to make his way down the sidewalk. He nervously looks behind him, around him. Something is there he just knows it. Shadows can be seen lurking. Is it his imagination or is there something really there?
Without realizing it he walks straight into an elegantly dressed man standing in front of him.
"Where in the Hell did you come from?" Asked the old man.
With a gleam in his eye. "You look frightened, do you need any assistance?"
The old man stares into the face of the stranger. He could have sworn that he saw something sinister there, now it is gone.
"I... I think I am being followed." Stutters the old man.
"Perhaps, if you permit me, that is. I can hang with you a bit, at least until you get to where you are going. I suppose your destination is close by." States the young stranger.
The old man stares at the young stranger for a moment. He reasons that if the stranger wanted to hurt him, he would have already done so.
"Okay." He reluctantly agrees.
"Great! My name is Jerry Sandusky. I own a small clothing store near-by." The stranger states.
The old man relaxes a little more.
"Aren't you Reverend John Morton, the pastor of the little Baptist church at the end of the street?" Jerry continues to make small talk.
Still John doesn't seem able to talk.
Jerry puts his finger into a hole in John's suit. The hole appears to be where the stitching has come apart. "John you should come into my shop and get yourself a new suit. This suit seems to be as old as you are, puns aside."
"Listen Jerry, if that is really who you are, I know what you are after. It is too late! I have sent it to someone already." Exclaims John as he pulls away from Jerry's prodding.
Breaking from the façade, Jerry looks John directly into his eyes. Jerry's eyes begin to glow fiery red as if he could peer into his soul. "Listen John, you took something from us that doesn't have much value for you, however it means a great deal to us, and we want it back."
"We can offer you a great many things in exchange for it." Jerry continues.
"A new suit I suppose, eh Jerry." Says John with sarcasm.
"I think we both know I am capable of giving you much more than that." Smiles Jerry. "For example, I can see to it that no harm comes to your wife or your family for that matter."
A scared look crosses John's face. "God will protect me from the likes of you and yours."
"Careful John, I sense that your faith is beginning to waver." Jerry smiles evilly.
John straightens with renewed strength. "The fact that you are here and exist is all that I need to push away the fears and the doubts that I might have had."
"Ah we are there. You were wanting to go to your home were you not?" Indicates Jerry as he pauses allowing John to continue.
John continues up the front sidewalk to his simple home.
"John we will be continuing our discussion. And John? Next time you will be giving me what I want. Gladly and without resolve." Jerry smiles at John like he knows something that John doesn't.
John ponders what Jerry meant by that and turns to address him. Jerry smiles and disappears in a cloud of smoke.
Ethel is staring at herself in the mirror. She loves what she sees. Even when she was younger, she never looked so hot. Using a handheld mirror to look at the tattoo on her lower back she can barely make out what is there. Touching it with her spare hand sends wonderful pulses throughout her body gravitating through her vagina. Putting the mirror down she can't resist touching her juicy wet pussy. Looking at herself in the mirror as she touches herself is making her crazy.
She is starting to really get busy with herself. She kind of forgets that she has guests in the living room waiting for her. A knock at the door disrupts her from her goals.
"Hey sweetie. It is me. Everyone is wondering what happened to you. There is no need to touch yourself when there are others that can take care of that for you." Smirks Jezebel. "If you are going to be touching yourself while staring in the mirror you should go ahead and shave it so that you can see it better."
With a gleam in Ethel's eye, she smiles at that suggestion and picks up her husbands' razor. Lathering up the area surrounding her pussy she fills the basin with warm water and begins to shave an area that has never seen a razor.
