Kim felt tired but good walking back to her dorm. The class had been exhausting as ever but she liked how much confidence it gave her. She knew she could handle herself and looked good doing it. And burning calories like this meant no stupid dieting for Kim. 'But I feel ready to crash right here in the hallway,' she considered as she stifled a yawn.
Opening the door with another yawn she had to blink some tears away. She'd already put her gym bag down when she glanced over to the desk on her left. Cameron was sitting behind the computer, but that wasn't the surprising thing. No, what had Kim's mind scrambling to make sense of what she was seeing was what her roommate was doing. With her skirt bunched up around her waist, she was slowly rubbing her sex through her panties.
Looking away, she started to apologize. She backed out of the room as fast as she could, closing the door as she did so but not entirely. Only then did Kim notice that Cameron still hadn't reacted. "I'm really sorry Cameron. I don't want to bother you or anything but... Cameron, did you hear me? Cameron?"
But no answer came. Carefully Kim went back inside, softly calling Cameron again after she closed the door behind her. The blonde made sure not to look in her roommate's direction but she was starting to get worried.
She stood there, waiting for her masturbating roommate to finally acknowledge she wasn't alone anymore, for some time. In the silence Kim had no problem hearing the chair creak every now and then or the sound of cotton scraping over wet skin. And her nose began to pick up on Cameron's arousal too.
It wasn't until Kim had to yawn that she decided she had waited long enough. Marching over she took a look over Cameron's shoulder to see what had her so captivated. Before Kim fell asleep standing there in the middle of the room.
The screen was showing utter chaos. Letters and words snaked across a blue background. 'What's so erotic about this?' She blinked as her tired eyes gave up trying to track everything that was going on.
Kim looked again, not so hard this time so as not to overtax her weary eyes. It helped, she began to discern patterns in the alphabetical maelstrom. They changed constantly, each one lasting only a few seconds. She yawned.
'Still not seeing the turn on. It's pretty, I'll give it that. Relaxing.' Her eyes drooped, then closed. Blinking hard she managed to open them again. 'I'm a lot more exhausted than I thought.'
She put her hands on Cameron's shoulders hoping the physical contact would finally get a response from her. 'I should look at her too, not the screen. Can't see if she reacts this way... Nah, I should relax. Her reaction wouldn't have been subtle if she finally took notice.'
A frown crossed her face. 'But this isn't normal behavior. She's acting like she's hypnotized or something. Maybe I should turn the screen off?' The frown smoothed out. 'Nah, it's alright. It looks harmless, I trust the program.' It felt good to trust. Her thumbs began to play with the collar of Cameron's blouse, stroking the skin. 'So soft, so warm, I like it. It's relaxing and girls are a turn on.'
Suspicion began to scratch at her consciousness in a demand for her attention. 'Where did that come from?' It was getting harder to stay awake, to reason. She was so relaxed, too tired to think. 'The program gave me that answer. Of course, that makes sense. Nothing to worry about. I can just relax... Let the program give me the answers... Just... Relax...'
Kim kept standing there like a sleepwalker, her hands stroking Cameron's skin. She swayed a little as her body tried to balance its need to stay in place with her mind's attempt to relax completely. She didn't notice any of that. Her eyes peered fixated at the screen through eyelids that had closed almost completely.
A new pattern appeared on screen and thought began to enter Kim's mind again if only a little. 'Gotta send Sonya an email to tell her everything. I can tell her everything, I trust Sonya.' She didn't know who Sonya was but didn't question the impulse. Sending the message was more important.
She leaned over but her hands stopped short of the keyboard when they encountered resistance in the form of Cameron's hands, already busily typing. Indecisive she stood there, her eyes now reading what Cameron was writing to Sonya but not caring. She had to send her report about her progress, except she couldn't.
She was stuck and getting agitated. Kim blinked. 'What... Where... What am I...' She saw Cameron type her name informing Sonya she had watched part of the program. 'Good, I trust Sonya to know what to do. The report about me is being sent.' A thought still tried to worm its way into her attention. About how something was off, that something was going on but she shrugged it off. She could relax again, she did not need to remember.
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"Yeow," Eric hollered as a purple discharge of miniature-lightning singed his fingers. "Fuck, shit. Goddammit to hell why isn't it working?" He glared at the copper bowl that used to contain the spell ingredients. If he didn't live alone off-campus he would have had some explaining to do to his neighbors right about now.
This had been the third time he had tried to recast the Obsession spell on Cameron and like twice before only a part of the energy made it through. The rest rebounded quite painfully. 'But why? Some resistance is expected on the first casting and maybe the second, but now? And then there was the situation with Sonya.'
"Master, Master. Are you alright?" Sucky
asked as she entered. She looked like a devil with her red skin and small horns. Her crimson eyes were concerned and her tail was whipping around. Incongruous with this fearful demeanor was that her nipples were rock-hard and a sheen of arousal coated her bare sex.
Eric glared at the stupid creature. "Of course not." She began to babble some apology but he had a better use for her mouth. "Shut up and get over here," he told her as he sat down. The light of understanding dawned in her eyes when he unzipped his pants. 'She can do the rest.'
Feeling her talented bifurcated tongue go to work took the edge of his frustration. He took a moment to just watch her. Sucky hadn't always been her name. She used to be his nanny, but that had changed on his sixteenth birthday. She had been his masterpiece, his proof to the family that he had mastered their teachings.
Melding her very soul to an imp to create a creature devoted to him. A succubus that would never leave him unsatisfied and serve him loyally. Since she still had a physical form she was only a half-demon, but he had proven his command over a full demon two years later with Sharon. She'd been his girlfriend for highschool, a nice front to the world that outlived her usefulness and had earned his wrath for not putting out.
Turning her into a pain demon, a being that would never know true joy or happiness was her just reward in Eric's opinion. His mood darkened again as this lead him back to Sonya.
She had been a nice diversion, something to test a few of his new mind spells on as well as a welcome variety from Sucky. And when she had become a bother he had thought to add her to his stable. Creating a pain demon was a delicate business and she had seemed like the perfect candidate.
