The world of Transformations is one very much like our own, but in this reality, the Church of Morpheus, a shadowy, perverse organization has taken power in Cuba. Now, they are extending their tentacles of depravity into the rest of the world.
Their aim is simple: to control the world by driving humanity into specific roles, with a class of brainwashed whores to keep the masses entertained.
The church is devious, and it will stop at nothing to draw its victims into a world of mind-controlled lust and perversion.
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"Does it bother you?" Jessica asked.
David shook his head, but he wouldn't look at her.
They were sitting on the stone floor of the basement.
For the last hour, they had listened to Gwen's screams from the floor above. Alex was fucking her so hard the kitchen table was moving across the floor.
Gwen's screams were a litany of crude sexual terms that David was going to need a dictionary to completely understand.
The exact meaning of the words wasn't important - the message was that his chaste fiancé was now an experienced and enthusiastic fuck.
One word that David understood without translation was 'Love'. Gwen would say it over and over as the table moved across the floor above.
She was lost to him.
Jessica took his hand. "Well, brother-in-law, if it's any consolation, you are an excellent fuck."
He laughed and squeezed her hand. "So are you, Jiggly Jugs."
"I married the wrong brother," she whispered and snuggled closer.
He kissed her forehead. "I don't think you would have enjoyed a husband with a one inch dick."
"Three quarters of an inch. I measured it."
"Gee, thanks for your honesty..."
She bounced enthusiastically. "No, no! That's okay. Totally bi, I love clitties. We coulda scissored and sixty-nined. Strap-ons would've been lots of fun..."
"For you maybe..."
She giggled. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."
David stared at the ceiling. "They've been quiet for a long time now."
"Weird, 'cause a whoremaster can pound a cunt for days if he wants."
"Good information."
She laughed. "I'm sorry. It's true. I wish he would fuck me. I want to be owned."
David kissed her face. "Maybe I'll buy you or whatever you do?"
She shook her head. "Nope. Whoremasters own whores. That's the law. And, your dick is too small to make a whoremaster."
He looked down at the thick cock that now lay on his left thigh. "Too small?"
"You've seen him. His is at least sixteen inches. That's a real man."
David laughed and shook his head.
Jessica leaned her head on his shoulder. "I wish you were a whoremaster too. I'd be a good slut."
"Are you kidding? You'd be the best slut ever."
She giggled and snuggled even closer.
The door to the basement opened.
Jessica stood up.
Alex came down the steps, his long cock standing half erect. He was smiling.
"Come, Jessica. There's someone I want you to meet."
She walked to the stairs and stared up. "Fuck," she whispered.
David joined Jessica at the bottom of the stairs.
Something that had once been Gwen stood at the top.
She's younger
, he thought. Her eyes sparkled.
She was wearing a white latex miniskirt and matching halter. A gleaming silver pentagram brooch held the halter closed at her neck.
White latex boots stretched from her toes to mid thigh.
She was smiling, but there was nothing friendly about the expression.
She was staring intently at Jessica as she descended the stairs.
Jessica took a step back. "White witch," she whispered.
"What?" David whispered.
"She said, 'white witch', didn't you Jessica?" Gwen said.
"Don't hurt me," Jessica whined.
Gwen shifted her gaze to David.
Something in his head... moved. Shifted. It was like fingers in his brain.
Still smiling, she raised the hem of her skirt. "David, honey, the engagement is over." She looked down at her bare crotch. "As you can see, Alex found a better use for my engagement ring."
The simple gold band with its diamond now pierced her swollen clit.
David swallowed.
She looked back at Jessica. "Oh, you're so afraid, aren't you?" She seemed genuinely concerned. "Now you know how I felt when you almost gave me too much titty grow. I would have been left a vegetable by that much growth formula..."
"I... I didn't know, Gwen. I would never hurt you."
"Lie to me again, slut," she said. "I dare you." She still smiled, her voice was calm, soothing.
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed.
"Jessica?" David whispered.
"Hurts," Jessica moaned. "Please, stop." Abruptly, Jessica threw her head back and screamed. Her juices squirted down her thighs as her body tensed in a powerful orgasm.
Gwen laughed. "Is that better, dear?"
David caught Jessica in his arms as she collapsed. "Gwen! Stop it!"
And, suddenly he orgasmed, shooting streams of cum against Jessica's thighs. Gwen, it was Gwen, she reached into his head and made him cum..
"I could make you cum literally until you died, David. You don't give me orders." Gwen glared at him, her thoughts in his brain. "I could stop your heart, turn you gay, make you a slave to a million different perversions."
David shook his head and pulled Jessica with him as he backed away. "Please, Gwen. Please stop. This isn't you."
"It is her, David," Alex said as he leaned against the stair rail. He ran his fingers up Gwen's side and she shivered in delight. "Power corrupts."
Gwen bit her lower lip and giggled. "Mmm, corruption. I loved the corruption part. Morpheus touched my mind, David. It was beautiful. You have no idea the things I've seen."
She stepped toward them and Jessica cringed deeper into David's arms. He tried to pull her behind him.
"No, David." Gwen pointed at him. "You can't move... or talk. I don't want to hear you for awhile."
David was paralyzed. He couldn't do anything but breathe and stare straight ahead.
