Demon Lust : Transformation

by Aunt Molly

I woke up to find Laura gone, I wrapped my arms around myself. I love her, I had since we first met. Why didn't I ever tell her before? Why was I afraid?

Thanks to Mistress, I am not afraid any more. I am not afraid of my feelings or my body. And thanks to Mistress, Laura is now my lover.

And I didn't have to even sell my soul. I am kind of glad she had to leave when she did, not that I don't want to hold her forever, but because I am not sure how she will feel about the next part of my story.

Daddy was going to drive me up, but then we got a call from a woman named Desmona. She said she was a friend of Mrs. Case - the woman I would be babysitting for, and she would pick me up and drive me home.

Now daddy is very protective and he doesn't like me having friends he hasn't met. Or the mysterious code phrase "Mistress sent me" that Desmona would use to identify herself.

So I made sure to inform him that I would have my cell phone that Eagle Ridge was almost within walking distance. That the mysterious phrase was just an in joke between some friends I have.

When Desmona's silver compact came daddy came out with me to greet her. She was attractive, college age with short dark hair and smart looking square frame glasses.

Both the woman and my daddy stared each other down. Daddy was very intense, while Desmona was unmoved. She simply said "Mistress sent me." Daddy didn't stop me from getting into her car, but he continued to stare even as we pulled away.

"I can see why you are mistress's favorite." she stroked my leg and her hand wandered into my inner thigh.

I closed my legs tight, Mistress had had me locked for days now, and as nice as her strokes were - it was also frustrating. "Mistress has a funny way of showing it."

"She is preparing you - you are to be the head of her new priesthood, 'priestesshood'? In order to live up to your potential you need to endure some training."

I could not understand what making me really frustrated had to do with training.But I decided just to drop it.

We arrived at the house soon enough. Eagle Ridge is a small town - very small The house looked sturdy enough, it could have used some paint.

We walked up and range the doorbell, the door opened, a harried looking black woman in what seemed a restaurant uniform - maybe some kind of manager greeted us. "Who is this?"

Desmona put her hand on her shoulder, "I told you I wouldn't be able to sit with your twins much longer - but I found you a replacement."

The woman eyed me suspiciously. I assured her I had done this before, I know basic first aid, and I have references.

"I'm not paying both of you."

Desmona shook her head, "No no Mrs. Case, you will be paying her- I will simply be there to make sure the girls know Wendy is alright. I know how shy they were with me. "

She still eyed me, "Alright - you can have anything in the fridge but my Oreos. God help you if you touch my Oreos. I'll be back by midnight."

I nodded. Disappointed - I love Oreos.

She stomped down the drive, got in her car and drove off to work.

The woman's home had the kind of disorder you would expect of a single woman raising two girls. The twins were beyond adorable, they couldn't have been more than eight. Dressed in identical blue overalls, and white t-shirts, their curly hair tied back in a ponytail.

Their eyes grew wide, I turned back and saw Desmona transform. Her skin turn orange-red, horns grow out of her forehead, hair lengthen, clothes melt away to nothing. A tail sprout from her back end, swaying back and forth like an impatient cat.

I was going to explain to the twins that this horrific ( but sexy ) creature was not going to harm them. But then they ran up and embraced her like a favorite aunt. Their cute faces nuzzling shamelessly into her bare breasts. Shouting "Mistress! Mistress!"

She ran that forked tongue over their faces, neck and along the outer rim of their ears. Her hands caressed their small bottoms. I should have said something - done something. But I just stood their, and the little girls seemed to revel in the inappropriate touching.

One of the girls snaked away from Mistress and ran off, the remaining twin gloried in the fact of having her mistress to herself.

Mistress sat down on a nearby chair and the twin jumped up on her lap. The second twin ran in with some pictures she had drawn."I made you this Mistress!"

"That's sweet dear - how does your mother feel about you drawing naked demons?"

"She says it's a phase. May we drink from your breast mistress?"

Her sister bounced upon Mistress's lap, "Yes please, please."

Soon both girls bounced up and down shouting please, please please.

"Now girls you know I told you - you would only get to drink once. Only my disciple will get to drink more than once."

Both girls let out a collective "Aww!"

"Now - your mother is gone, let's get you out of those clothes."

They both stood straight in front of Mistress. Both girls stripped away matching overalls and simple white t-shirts, simple off the rack panties. Soon enough slim hairless brown bodies shaking with giggles.

"I suppose I can understand wearing clothes if it's cold out - but human modesty is so silly. Now girls have we been practicing like I told you?"

"Yes Mistress.", they said in chorus. Without hesitation they bent forward slightly and began to rub smooth brown slits, sighing as fingers worked feverishly back and forth, each twin watched the other as if to make sure she was keeping time with her sister. Then they would look up to mistress - to her eyes, to see if what they did met with her approval.

Mistress patted her lap and obediently I sat on it. "M-mistress about my key?"

"Shh - just watch. Aren't they delicious?"

The sighs turned to moans as the twins rubbed themselves with almost violent intent. I knew I shouldn't watch, but I couldn't help myself. And those big brown eyes looked into mine, as if they were seeking my approval.

Mistress ran her tongue over the side of my neck, "You know when I met those dumplings, they were too young to feel lust. But I fixed that - now they have the libidos of eighteen year olds. They make love to each other almost every night. "

"Your milk?"

"Would you like a taste?", white liquid started to bead at the ends of long dark nipples. "Because you are my favorite you may have as much as you want."

"What - what does it do?", I stared at it, as white beads dripped down onto my skirt.

"You know what royal jelly is?"

I nodded, "Bees make it - to turn a worker bee into a queen."

Mistress ran her tongue inside my ear, and her hands moved freely over my inner thighs. I was dressed in jeans - what I usually wear for babysitting, but I could still feel her warmth through the material.

"You mean it'll make me like you?"

She stroked my hair, " Oh you can keep your fair skin and blond hair if you like. I think my more monstrous appearance suits me. I gave the dumplings a little taste so they wouldn't have to wait until puberty to know the pleasures of lust."

Their sighs started to become grunts, rubbing, their eyes more on one another than upon me or mistress. Their breath their fingers moving synchronized, and at last exploding, their bodies shaking, they fall against one another, holding each other as if afraid they might fall over. The turned to face each other and kissed passionately.

Between what they were doing and Mistress's caresses, I was getting really turned on, I needed relief.

"Mistress - will you please unlock me?"

"Oh that - I don't have your key, the twins do."

I turned to the twins and they stuck out their tongues at me, I thought they were teasing me, but then I saw, like tatoos on the ends of their tongues of keys with glowing red letters on it.

I could not believe what I was seeing. How? Why?

"No mistress - I can't."

"They are very willing - aren't you girls?"

The twins smiled and nodded.Relief was there for the asking but should I do that? Should I let them?

Mistress was already slipping my sweater over my head, I didn't resist her, I knew that was pointless, I just raised my arms. I unsnapped my jeans and slid them off of my waist. My shirt came next, and a tongue slid around my neck, the demonic saliva setting my skin on fire. I squeezed my legs together.

My clit almost hurt I was so turned on. Because my legs were closed tight she just sliced my panties along the sides with those impossibly sharp nails. Leaving a lightly haired pink pussy exposed.

"Wendy - open them."

"Mistress - I can't. They're so little."

"Wendy, you know what it's like to be locked for a long time, and you know I will leave you this way for as long as it takes.", needle like teeth biting on the side of my neck, her arms around me pulling me to her breasts, drops of demonic milk sliding over bare skin. "You know eventually you will give in. You won't be able to stand it. You will be babysitting with them twice a week, they will have your key, the only way to get relief is through them. Now quit being silly and open your legs."

Almost as if I had no control over my own body, my legs slowly opened - and it it was as if they were attacking me - one twin diving into my pussy, lapping for dear life. My first orgasm came almost immediately.

Then Mistress grabbed me by the hips to lift me high off of her lap.

"No - not there! That's dirty!", but it felt so good. One tongue working the front - one on the back, shameless and relentless. My whole body shaking with intense almost painful pleasure.

So it went for what seemed like an hour, the girls trading my holes back and forth - shameless, fearless, and each time I was certain I could not possibly climax again, mistress would bring the embers of lust back to life.

Sometimes they would give my holes a rest and suckle my nipples, sometimes they would kiss my lips, and I felt completely unconcerned about where those lips had just been.

Finally, I was a sweaty, panting mess. Spit and perspiration and vaginal fluid covering my body.

"Please mistress I can't take any more. I need to clean up and get something to drink."

"Good Idea - girls, draw Wendy a bath. "Both girls bowed as one and ran upstairs, I heard the water running. Then Mistress lifted one of her breasts to my mouth, a gleaming white jewel, a droplet of milk seemed to be held suspended from her dark nipple. "Drink."

I did - I'm not sure why, maybe because I was certain she would persuade me to no matter what. But I am glad I did, because it was the sweetest, richest, creamiest milk I had ever tasted. And I just couldn't get enough.

My tiredness was melted away, although I was still a sweaty smelly mess. My fear of judgment melted away. Shame of my body melted away - I had a beautiful body. It didn't feel like vanity but a fact. I drank more my breasts became larger - not huge, but I could definitely feel them expand.

And why was I so afraid of these adorable little dumplings? We were only doing what they wanted. And they seemed to enjoy it so much. I simply must pay them back for their kindness.

"Mistress, I need to give pleasure to you. You've done so much for me."

Mistress stroked my hair and kissed my cheek, "Shh sweetheart - not me, but the twins I bet would appreciate it. And anyone else you want."

"My best friend Laura, I want her to feel this good."

"Oh yes - that can definitely be arranged. Bring her to your house on next Saturday. But your father - he seems aggressive. I don't want him interrupting us. Does he or your mother take sleeping pills?"

"My mom take Valium, my dad has a drink before bed."

"Good put one of your mother's Valium into your father's drink - it won't hurt him, but it will make sure he sleeps very soundly."

I wasn't sure about that, drugging my own daddy.

Mistress stroked my face, "Pretty - it's for his own protection. If he attacks me I will defend myself. Do you understand?"

I nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"Now - go upstairs the twins will have your bath ready soon."

"Yes Mistress."

"And Pretty - I don't want to hear any wimpy moaning or sighing - I want to hear *screaming*."

"From me or the twins?"

She sported a wicked smile, "Yes."

I curtsied, "Yes, mistress."