Author's Note:
This story depicts graphic lesbian sex, lactation, mind control and body manipulation. All characters are fictional and are depicted as being over the age of 18.
This is the continuation of the Changed Redux series. This is a redo of the Changed series I wrote years ago under my old pen name, cheerful_deviant. It is not a slavish copy but rather a reimagining of the series with many different twists and turns and, hopefully, a little more depth.
Again, my apologies to all the readers out there who have been waiting so patiently for more chapters of this story. Mary, Julia, and Marcellene are never far from my thoughts but finding time to get the ideas down on a page can be challenging.
As always a heartfelt thank you to all the readers out there who take the time to read about the world I have tried to create. I would especially like to thank those readers who take the time to vote and leave feedback. Your continued support means the world to me.
Having said all that, I hope you will enjoy my words.
~CD
Part One ~
A cry in the night
"Oh no, I don't think so Mary." said a disembodied voice that echoed from the surrounding murk.
Mary Calise tried to look around to see who was speaking but couldn't manage to move much at all. Her body seemed heavy and sluggish like she was mired in glue.
The voice continued, "You're not going anywhere, my little Pet." The tone was sharp and commanding while at the same time being deliciously feminine and almost infinity seductive. Even as she quailed at the harsh command her insides melted at what was implied.
"But Mistress..." she started to ask, her voice sounding small and meek.
"Silence!" snapped the voice, the word sounding a little stilted with the speaker's thick accent. "You are not in charge here, I am. Or do you need a reminder of that fact?"
"No, I..." Mary said meekly, feeling her lips tremble with the words, her pulse starting to beat faster and harder. She wasn't sure if her reaction was from embarrassment, fear or excitement. Maybe all three.
"I said silence!" The voice barked out, the accent becoming thicker. When Mary didn't reply it continued, "Better."
Straining her neck, Mary tried again to see more of the world around her. There wasn't much to see. Everything was dark and misty with no real indication even of up and down, like she was floating through a foggy night. Straining her senses, trying to take everything in, she still couldn't see anything but thought that perhaps she could just hear something in the background. Some kind of distant noise that rose and fell, getting louder then fading away in irregular waves. It sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
The speaker continued more casually, "Now then, as I was saying, you will learn to obey me over time, my dear. I rule you now whether you like it or not. You no longer have any real say in the matter. I can make you dance to any song that I wish." Finally, the speaker stepped around into view and Mary felt a shock run up her spine.
Tall and shapely, exotic and breathtakingly beautiful with her dark, umber skin and long raven black hair, Marcellene Ack-Natora, High Priestess of Ama-Arhus, the ancient Sumerian Goddess of Women was utterly captivating. But while the woman before her was unmistakably Marcellene, it also clearly was not Marcellene at the same time. Or at least not as Mary had ever seen her before. What stood before Mary now was not even human, not really. The figure before her had Marcellene's face and body, but where Marcellene had two arms and two breasts, this woman had six arms sprouting from her shoulders and three pairs of breasts running down her chest. Where Marcellene had dark brown almost black eyes, this version studied Mary through brilliant green eyes that seemed to glow in the murky light. Glancing down, Mary saw what appeared to be a tiger's tail curling slowly back and forth behind the woman's thighs.
Whatever was standing in front of Mary was most decidedly not human and yet despite the creature's monstrous appearance, Mary's eyes greedily drank it all in.
Meeting the taller woman's eyes, Mary felt herself falling helplessly into their brilliant, liquid green depths. As she looked closer she noticed with another thrill that the eyes weren't human either. The pupils were long slits like a cat's eyes. Somehow that revelation made the image before her even more alluring and Mary shuddered. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.
Marcellene's full lips split into a seductive smile and she practically purred as she saw Mary's instant infatuation. "There, you see my dear? This," she gestured vaguely in Mary's direction, "this right here is how I'll control you. "She laughed and one hand casually caressed one of her breasts, "You make it so easy you know. A few tweaks to your mind to make you prefer your own sex, a few more adjustments to make your lusts insatiable and..." she snapped her fingers, "I can have you dancing to a snap of my fingers."
A shock coursed up Mary's spine as she realized the implied meaning behind Marcellene's words. She had done something very similar to that, making someone dance to a snapped finger just a few days ago. Except rather than dance to a snap, she had made her girlfriend, Julia, have an orgasm whenever Mary snapped her fingers.
Marcellene must have seen the recognition in Mary's eyes because her grin spread into a wicked, knowing smile. "Yes my dear, just like you did to your, little pet. Give her a little treat for obeying your commands? Train her well?" Marcellene mocked her, "Just like a dog." She leaned in close and with one set of hands cradled Mary's face while another set of hands fondled her breasts. She leaned in even closer and with her lips almost touching Mary's ear, whispered, "Just like how I'll train you." She stepped back and straightened, "Now, down on your knees my little Pet."
Without thinking, Mary dropped to her knees, the murky gluey feeling making the motion feel slow and muted.
"Good girl." the sorceress cooed, "Such a good little girl. Would you like a treat now?"
