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The Tattooist's needle cut through the skin of my cock as it traced the infernal pattern I had sketched. I ignored the pain as I mumbled the incantation that made the specially prepared designs and inks powerful and ready for the tasks they were to do and the changes that were to mold my body into an instrument of damnation and corruption. Every inch of the skin of my balls, the shaft of my cock and the head of my cock were incised with runes and magic numbers. Breathing heavily he sat back in his chair after finishing the tattoo at the tip of my cock.
Already I felt my cock grow hard and heavy as the magical runes gave me the strength and stamina for what I had planned. Satisfied with the work I offered him the money I had agreed to pay. It was with difficulty I tucked my hard cock into my trousers. It was useful to use the cock ring through my shaft to tie it to the leg of my trousers.
"That must have hurt man," the Tattooist said as he reached for the money I had offered him.
I smiled as he took the cash and with a swift firm stroke split the flesh of his throat with the straight razor I had taken from my pocket. He gurgled as the bright red blood fountained into the air until he crashed theatrically to the ground twitching a few times before being still. I hummed as I cleaned and washed his body with the cleaning alcohol and thoroughly cleaned the room. I had long before determined to leave no witnesses to the deal I had made with the infernal powers. My cock throbbed and demanded attention and I decided to try its newly enhanced condition.
Not thinking I closed the shop and walked towards the shopping centre nearby. I felt my cock pulse strongly and realised that it was leading to the first of my novices. I thought on what I had done, how I had learnt of this spell and that it would give me power and wealth. Even more it would give me dominion over the snivelling people who had denied me the right to be powerful.
Now I would trap lives and souls for the infernal powers with my cock. I felt stares in my back as I passed shoppers and I felt their aroused lusts but they were not the one I wanted. I felt their needs slide away from me and then I saw her.
She was a small, slim woman in her thirties. There was the feel of tiredness that comes from mothers of small children and of unmet dreams and passions. Her mousy brown hair was firmly tamed into a bun and she wore clothes that covered her body from her small breasts to her skinny buttocks and legs. I looked at her and saw instead someone aching to be corrupted and brought into the dark paths. I saw her struggle with her groceries to her car and I followed. As she tried to open the boot I felt my mind reach out and pull the trolley from her hands. She gasped as the trolley started to move but I stopped it and smiled at her.
With my smile I held her gaze and felt her passions and lusts flame. I helped her put her groceries into the car and just as she was about to close the boot I touched her hand. The sound of the slamming of the boot was perhaps also the sound of her lusts exploding. Her eyes widened and she groaned. Pulling her to one side of the car I kissed her brutally thrusting my tongue deeply into her drooling mouth.
There was the sound of ripping cloth as I pulled open her shirt and pushed up her bra. I took the brown nipples into my fingers and pulled hard at them, they responded quickly and they rolled so nicely between my fingers. She gasped in shock but she wanted the pain and the pleasure I was bringing her. I saw her hands sneak beneath her jeans and I allowed one hand to slide to the crotch and the buttons of the fly.
"Take them off," I demanded and she slipped them down her legs exposing the full white knickers that wrapped about her now swollen cunt. I saw the dampness there and smelt her need as I touched her between her legs. I looked into her eyes and I saw the confusion and shame there as she must have realised that people could see us but above all I saw the lust that burnt in her eyes. Lust that made her my slave.
" Suck me off slut." I commanded and she slipped to her knees before me.
With confident fingers I exposed my cock to her and then felt her lips wrap about the head of my tattooed flesh. I pumped the cock in and out of her lips with demonic energy and firmness. I felt her mouth suck on me, her lips act like another cunt and she moaned as she pinched her breasts and rubbed at her hairy cunt beneath the heavy cotton cloth. I gloried in making her act like a slut and felt that it was time to take her cunt. I knew that only her husband had ever been there and now she was going to betray him with me.