The following tale is part of the series "Reversal of Fortune." Each of the parts can be read independently, although together they tell a broader story. I hope you will enjoy this one and elect to read the others as well.
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The line stretched out the gates to the antechamber. Dozens of women. Some young, some older. Some in swimsuits, some in lingerie. Many were naked. And there were the uniforms: nurses, cheerleaders, lawyers and nuns. Most were gasping in the oppressive heat, wiping sweaty brows and fanning overheated bosoms. No one seemed surprised at the smoldering sulfur pots or the oily black smoke which perfumed the air. I ran my eyes along the line where it snaked toward the foot of my throne.
Near the head of the line, about five back from the front was a hot young milkmaid. I slammed the butt of my pitchfork on the ground, producing a bolt of flame which silenced the chattering crowd and captured everyone's attention.
"You!" I barked gruffly, pointing at her with the jagged trident. "To the front!"
She stepped cautiously to the front of the line.
"Stand there." I commanded, pointing to a spot just in front of me and to the side.
Oh man, she was gorgeous. Deliciously young, fresh and ripe. Perfect natural breasts. Not overly large, but perfectly shaped, firm and virtually begging to be sucked, pulled and bitten. She had flawless dewy skin and a flat, hard stomach which flowed into an enticing valley between her legs topped with a well-trimmed patch of golden curls.
I grunted in pleasure as the familiar feeling of desire coursed through me.
"Nice tits," I said harshly, "now rub your cunt."
She reached down and began to probe her downy pussy with one hand, feeling cautiously for the tenderest spots.
"Two hands!" I ordered impatiently. "Put one in your cunt and fuck yourself and rub your clit with the other one."
She flinched at the cruel tone, but brought her other hand down and obediently inserted two fingers into her pretty pussy, splaying her swollen lips out to either side. She began rubbing her clit, too, rubbing in deliberate, firm circles around the swollen nub.
"Harder! Rub it harder."
She seemed to expect this and began sawing her hand faster and harder across her inflamed clit. I observed how, with two hands in her crotch, her arms were pushing her tits together, causing the perfect orbs to jiggle and shake with every movement. I looked at the depraved spectacle of the innocent young woman frigging herself furiously and dancing the solo jig of passion in front of me. It was exactly what I needed. My cock began to inflate like a carnival balloon.
Soon it stood up straight -- an angry missile, jutting proudly from between my muscled, hairy thighs, glowing with heat and power. As red as a tomato, throbbing malevolently, the cock practically demanded attention. I didn't have to look far.
There, in her customary spot on her knees between my legs was my neighbor Sherry, naked, with her eyes cast down at the floor. Formerly an ordinary soccer mom, and casual partner in suburban driveway chit chat, she was now little more than a cum-bucket, a servant to my rampant libido, a series of compliant orifices to be used at my whim. I grabbed a fistful of her matted black hair and pulled her face up and without so much as a word impaled her on my jutting spike.
There was a sizzling sound and then a sweet rush of pleasure so intense it crossed my eyes. In a corner of my blurred vision I noticed the milkmaid writhing in pleasure, furiously twisting her nipples and pounding her clit as she teetered on the edge of climax. The sight of her frantic passion fueled my own desire, and I decide to enjoy the show a while longer.
"Stop!" I roared at her, producing a belch of flame.
"You." I pointed to the thirty-something librarian at the front of the line, naked except for her horn-rimmed glasses.
"Turn around and get on your knees."
She complied at once, presenting me with her fleshy ass.
I turned my gaze back to the sex-addled milkmaid.
"Sit down, there." I instructed, nodding at the prostrate librarian.
The young girl cautiously straddled the librarian's back and carefully lowered herself onto the older woman's pelvis.
"Now continue."
The girl eagerly resumed strumming her clit and squeezing her flushed and sweaty breasts. In her overheated condition she quickly ascended the slope towards orgasm, so I interrupted her once more.
"Put that one in your ass." I growled pointing to the hand mauling her tits.
She moved her hand, first to her dripping pussy, where she coated her fingers with her slippery liquids, then to her pretty pink asshole, which she swabbed with the viscous fluid. She tapped at the tiny hole several times, before gaining purchase with her finger tip. The fingers on her other hand were furiously flying over her engorged clit and she let out a loud hiss as she wiggled the one finger deeper into her anal canal. With a moaning shudder she lost control and tipped over the edge of lust.
The surrender in her eyes as she succumbed to the simultaneous pleasures of the finger burrowing into her ass and the abuse of her overheated clit was all it took to push me over the brink and trigger my own eruption. I felt the fiery seed pour forth into Sherry's sucking mouth in several burning spurts.
When I was finished injecting my cum into Sherry's mouth, I looked down at her. Sherry's cheeks bulged and she was breathing heavily through her nose as she sat obediently in front of me. I nodded at her.
"You may dispose of it now," I rumbled. "Give it to Harvey."
Harvey. Sherry's husband. My lip curled in contempt just saying his name. I had thought of him as a pompous asslicker from the first time I met him. But since I had enslaved his wife and made her my sex toy, I now found that he was much less of an annoyance.
Harvey obviously heard his name, because my asshole suddenly felt empty as he removed his tongue and crawled out from his spot under my throne. His mouth hung open and his dirty tongue stretched out, eager for his meal. Sherry turned her head with a practiced twist and inserted her mouth in Harvey's, depositing the precious load there. When she pulled away a sticky strand of cum trailed across his chin and a hot flush of anger instantly coursed through me.
"Lick it up!" I thundered, steam literally blasting out of my ears. "You fool!"
His tongue snaked out and attempted to retrieve the wayward scum, but was only partially successful. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my tail uncoiled from behind me and reared towards Harvey striking him in the face with the flat side of the pointy tip. Harvey recoiled in surprise and shock, and I heard myself screaming "No, no, no" as the malevolent tail continued to bludgeon Harvey about the head and shoulders.
Shockingly, Harvey began to bleat like a sheep as the writhing red prong probed now at his side, jabbing deeper and deeper into his flesh and tearing out large chunks of tissue with each strike. The barbed tail left raw gaping pits behind, revealing the meat inside which was startlingly red and smoldering slightly at the edges. The acrid smell of charred flesh wafted up to my nose, causing a shiver of revulsion. Still, the tail seemed to have a mind of its own, attacking repeatedly and without mercy. His distress cries grew louder and louder with each piercing jab and between the plaintive bleating and the oily smoke, all the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. My vision blurred and my head began to swim. The shrieking reached an ear-splitting crescendo as the room and everything in it dissolved into a shapeless gray fog.
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I sat bolt upright. The alarm clock squealed like a leaky balloon until Lisa rolled over and slapped it with a practiced hand to start the snooze cycle. Without missing a beat she gathered the covers around her and rolled over to go back to sleep. I was wide awake and my heart was pounding. Our bedroom was gray and calm. Outside, a few birds cheerfully announced the expected arrival of the sun. My damp, clammy skin told a different story. I looked at Lisa sleeping peacefully. What had happened? Was that me? Was I different? Had I sprouted horns and a forked tail? Did Lisa sense what I had become?
Only a few hours earlier I had experienced the culmination of my recent transformation. I had experienced the awakening of an element of my personality that I wasn't aware existed, and apparently was still coming to grips with.
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Through a mundane set of circumstances, I had recently taken control of Sherry and Harvey, my neighbors from across the street, enslaving them psychologically and sexually. At first it was simply opportunistic. The opportunity to get back at my pompous neighbor and have my way with his compliant wife fell in my lap, so to speak. I mean, what would you have done? But to my surprise, I found that once I had a taste, I craved more.
After repeatedly dominating Sherry, the previously chaste suburban housewife and mother, and introducing her to an increasingly depraved series of sexual humiliations, I reached the zenith (or nadir) of my transformation when I brought Harvey, her blowhard jerk of a husband into the mix and made him watch and even assist as I bent Sherry compliantly over the arm of their own couch and ruthlessly fucked her previously virgin ass. It was incredible. I loved it. I had indulged my darkest fantasies and had my way with the hapless Cohens.
But this latest episode hadn't been just opportunism. No, I had made it happen. What did that say about me?
After the initial scene I called them both into the kitchen. They were a sight. Sherry walked slowly and unsteadily, whether from wobbly legs or sore asshole, I couldn't tell. Her dark hair was tousled and askew, covering much of her flushed face, but she did nothing to brush it away, preferring to hide behind the dark veil. Harvey attempted to look nonchalant, but he couldn't make eye contact with me or Sherry. For my part, I felt alive in a way I never had before -- that I had unlocked a door to a secret chamber that contained some previously hidden part of my soul.
"Anyone thirsty?" I asked casually.
I opened their fridge and took out a big jug of water. Unscrewing the cap, I took a long swig directly from the bottle.
"Sherry, want a drink?" I asked.
She peered out cautiously from behind her loose bangs and shrugged affirmatively. I took another swig and leaned down to give her a deep kiss and pass the water into her mouth. She was initially surprised and I felt a good bit of the cool liquid run out of her mouth and drip off her chin onto her naked torso. Recovering her composure, Sherry adjusted to accept my offering, and our tongues sparred as she swallowed my mouthful. I made sure Harvey had a good view of my hand mauling Sherry's breasts as we continued our deep French kiss.
Coming up for air, I took another deep swig from the bottle and held it out to Harvey.
"Want some?" I asked, wiping my chin.
Harvey stared at the bottle, scarcely able to conceal his disgust.
"What? Are you waiting for a kiss too?" I spat at him.
Harvey flinched visibly at the implication.
The bag of carrots I had previously used to inaugurate Sherry's reluctant anus still lay on the counter, including the offending instrument itself.
