Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories (34 page)

She could see Maryse very obviously struggling to not roll her eyes.

“As I said already...this again?”

“Just listen, please? I mean—Caleb’s something they’ve never heard of before, great. Super. Then I am too—okay, that’s weird, but I’ll accept it. Then, Caleb bites Bryce as a werewolf, but nobody else? Getting weirder. Two werewolves to deal with now. And more than any of that, now,
you’re
super magic queen with almost no effort at all? Mistress, I only want to obey and give you pleasure, but...you’ve got to admit this is a little...convenient.”

“Are you suggesting I don’t deserve to live in perfection?”

Lauren gulped. “N-no, Mistress! Not at all!”

“Good. My status now is my destiny. This is no more than I deserve. It is less, actually.” Maryse sighed, tweaking one perfect, strawberry-sized nipple. Her breasts were even bigger and more buoyant than Lauren's, now. “I rather tire of this line of questioning. I don’t like being interrogated.”

“Of course, Mistress. I am only...concerned about our safety, and our future—”

“That is enough, slave.”

Lauren nodded meekly. It was so, so fucking hard to fight Maryse when all Lauren wanted to do for the rest of her life was curl up before her feet and be her perfect little sex kitten, lapping at her pussy.

There was a great moaning on the other end of the room—Caleb had rolled off of Aksana, reverting back to human form. They trembled in one another’s arms.

“Oh, look at that. Caleb’s finished up with the huntress. Be a dear and show her to her room? She’ll likely be very tired.”

Lauren nodded meekly, setting about following her Mistress’s orders. Aksana was light—her form slender and toned.

The house had mostly been redecorated to Maryse's liking—all pictures of Deborah's family put away, new flashy curtains and thicker carpets installed. She had worked fast, and hadn't had to pay a dime for any of it. All Maryse did was smile at the decorators and installers, and they were happy to give her anything for free.

“Maryse...” Aksana moaned as Lauren dragged her naked, sweat-covered body along. “Oh, Maryse....and My King...my
King
...”

This was normal for new slaves. They had taken over three more in the last few days, all close friends of Maryse, all from the beautiful social elite of Summerville. Those beauties were in their own room, now, resting up from their intense marking sessions with Caleb and the blonde goddess.

At the end of a hallway adjacent to the upstairs game room was Aksana's room. Lauren slumped Aksana against the wall for a moment to open the door and set the lovely Aksana inside on the bed.

The room was small and dark. Lauren turned on a nearby desk light. It had been a guest room, once—pictures of flowers and kittens on the walls.

Lauren had, with much difficulty, convinced Maryse that it would probably be best to attend the Summer Solstice festival and the ceremony that the witch, Felicia, had proposed several days ago, right after the incident at Camp Sunshine Springs.

At the very least, Maryse would admit that she didn’t like the outlying factor of Bryce’s currently-dormant lycanthropy, especially after Lauren's persistent questioning—Would he be tame if he transformed? Would he become wild and hurt someone? Hurt himself? Too much of a risk. Better to use the ceremony to take care of it.

Maryse’s opinion on curing Caleb’s condition was still in the air. Her oft-encouraged vanity had led her to believe that there was only the insistence that Caleb would die if he transformed because he was so powerful—what better way, after all, to convince someone not to do something?

But the information that his life
was
at risk came from Felicia...and certainly Felicia didn’t have any reason to lie about that, right? She was Caleb's stepsister, after all.

As far as Maryse’s own condition—enslaving and enchanting everyone she came across—the blonde goddess was adamant, however. There would be no change. She was having the time of her life, finally treated with all the deference she knew she deserved.

Doubt filled Lauren, even at the substantial thrill Maryse's vanity gave her. She had no idea if Aksana’s deliriousness would cease before the Summer Solstice festival tomorrow. And something about that whole ceremony that stunk to her. She just didn't know what, or why.

If only Lauren could have someone to help her...Aksana must know so much. She was trained in the ways of the supernatural, after all! She would have lots of information.

The huntress squirmed on the bed, calling out for her king and queen.

Placing her hands on Aksana’s forehead and naked chest, gently trying to calm her, Lauren sighed. She just needed Aksana’s mind to be free from Maryse, free from Caleb...she just needed her mind to be clear, she needed for Aksana to have her will back.

A strange blue light flowed out from Aksana’s open eyes and mouth, filling the room with a soft heat. Then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Where...where is the M—” Aksana shook her head. “Where am I?”

Lauren, taken aback, stumbled over her words. “You’re in...I don’t know what to call it. Home base, let’s say. For Maryse and Caleb.”

“Yes...”

Aksana sat up. Lauren was stunned. Her eyes were clear, no longer liquid from hours of bliss, all orgasmic overtures apparently long forgotten.

“I am not...I remember pleasure. So much pleasure. So much that it overlapped my will...and it is gone now. Did you do that? Free me?”

Hesitantly, Lauren nodded. It certainly seemed like the case.

“How did you do that?”

“I-I don’t know! I was just...all I did was concentrate! I just concentrated on wanting your mind to be clear, wanting you to be free of commitment from Maryse and Caleb, trying to make you focus...and then...poof.”

Aksana was skeptical. “Poof?”

“You give it a word, then. It happened.”

Taking a moment to hold her head and rub her eyes, Aksana sat back in the bed.

“This power you have. This is the first time you’ve used it?”

“I think so. Intentionally, anyway. I’ve used it a couple times before, on myself, I think. It’s why I’ve been immune, or whatever, to what Maryse and Caleb do.”

“Yes. I can see that. So much talent...so many talents, they are latent. Some are never discovered.” Aksana tried to sit back up again. “I heard a story once of a woman in Europe who could commune with cats. She had been a dog person her whole life, raising them, feeding them, befriending them. She only learned late in her life, from a friend who brought her a motherless litter of kittens, that she could train cats the way parents train children.”

“I see.”

Lauren didn’t, not all the way, but it was hardly important at the moment.

“I think there’s something that’s going to happen,” said Lauren. “Tomorrow, I mean, at the festival. I have a bad feeling about it all.”

“Festival?”

“The Summer Solstice.”

“Is that...tomorrow?” Aksana shook her head. “I thought we must have passed it. In that enchantment...years passed. Years of bliss. It was so easy...”

Her hands drifted down to her pussy, still open and naked. Drawing a sudden breath, she shook her head and stood up straighter.

“An examination for another time!” Aksana made her face firm. “I agree, there is something brewing. Something quite horrible. And yes, it would happen at the Solstice. That is a sort of focal point for power in this world. The magical world, you understand?”

“I think so. Do you know what’s happening, then? Were you able to...I don’t know, sense anything?”

“I believe so, yes. The house where Caleb lives...”

She stopped, as if recalling something. Her skin, already pale, began to gain a more determinable pallor.

“Yes?”

“You must go his house—Caleb’s house. There is power there. Terrible, evil power.”

“Really? I wonder if Felicia knows anything about that.”

“Thank you,” said Aksana, touching her hair. “I like the pink myself. But really, I do not think this is the time to discuss it.”

“What are you talking about? I was talking about Felicia...she’s a witch. Caleb’s sister.”

Aksana pushed herself off the bed, covering her nakedness—as if realizing it for the first time. “Really! I do not know if it is appropriate at all to talk about my breasts at all while I’m in this state.”

Lauren stamped her foot in frustration. “I think something is...I think there’s an enchantment of some kind, preventing you from hearing what I’m saying.”

“I heard very well what you said. Big tits, indeed!”

“No...I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about...” Lauren took a breath, trying to express what was needed. “I was talking about the source of the evil. I think there’s an enchantment on you. Or something. Some magic thing.”

Aksana considered this for a moment. “I was protected from his werewolf enslavement—this I know for certain. I was put under days of protective spells, hidden to even the most skilled eyes. I must have fallen victim to Maryse’s enchantments. But if I am a victim to hers, I could be a victim to others as well...” Her eyes lit up. “I wonder...”

“What?”

“If you have the powers I think you do, it is possible you can see the enchantment on me. Try and see it. Concentrate.”

Lauren did.

After several moments of concentration, emptying her mind of any purpose outside of seeing enchantments (whatever those were)...she
did
see something. Tiny, sparkling, threads. Filaments, almost. There were several of them, all wrapped together around Aksana’s eyes and skull. As Lauren turned her head, she saw them glittering in the light, becoming almost golden.

“I do see something,” she said. “It looks sort of like fishing line.”

“Yes, that is it!” Excitement flushed her pale face.

“Should I break it?”

“You can worry about that later. Save your strength. Just get to that house. I will join you whenever I am able.”

“Maryse may come to check on you...”

Aksana shook her head. “It will be fine. I know to take precautions now. I was foolish, earlier. I will not be so again. I can protect myself, as I did against what Caleb sported.”

“About that...”

“Yes?”

“If you
weren't
protected from Caleb's enslaving ability...would I have been able to break that?”

Aksana shrugged, letting her arms drop from her naked breasts. “It is very old, very powerful magic. I doubt it.”

“So I couldn’t break the spell from the other girls here?”

“I am afraid not.”

Lauren whimpered a bit. They were slaves, forever. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She only wished she could somehow stop being turned on by that. Maryse and Caleb would take
such
good care of them. They would be able to be worshiped forever and ever...

But that also meant she couldn't break the spell from Bryce, even with this new ability. They would
have
to rely on Felicia. But if Aksana was right, and Felicia's house was a source of evil power...wouldn't that mean Felicia was evil as well?

Only one way to find out.

* * * * *

T
here was a time in Josef’s life when he had no purpose, no duty.

That was long ago.

Now, standing guard outside of the house of the witch Felicia, he felt duty. He felt purpose. He felt good. The sun was on his face, his leather vest whipping softly in the wind. He took a deep breath, his huge barrel chest stretching out wide.

Today felt like a good day.

Josef was a lycan, a werewolf. He was the leader of a roaming gang of werewolves that traveled from town to town all across America. His people were an official motorcycle club with their own name—the Moondogs—and were invited to all the major nationwide biker events. Most folks they came across just thought they were quiet loners, doing their own thing. Josef took pains to ensure that his men—nearly twenty strong—didn't interfere with the business of anyone who hadn't interfered with the Moondogs first.

Once upon a time, before Josef took control, the Moondogs had been reckless and violent, taking and breaking every town they went to. Lycanthropy spread like wildfire...and when werewolves started multiplying, so did hunters and huntresses...and that was never good.

When Josef took charge, he ended all that violence, although he'd had to be violent to do it, breaking the previous gang leader in half. After that, the Moondogs trafficked in less volatile wares for a time—selling innocuous magical trinkets and the like—until they ran into Felicia.

For his Moondog brethren, Felicia was “Mistress,” plain and simple. Somehow, she had enchanted his gang—manipulated them all into worshiping her as their deity She spoke and commanded, and they existed and obeyed, and that was all they knew. After enchanting their minds, Josef’s authority—once hammered out through a series of brutal displays of his strength and fighting prowess—existed purely because she said it did.

To Josef, though, Felicia was just “boss” or “ma’am.” He had no trouble doing what she said—all told, she was a smart lady, and she appreciated Josef’s ability to get things done.

What he got done consisted of largely two things—enforcement of Felicia's will, and retrieval of magical items for Felicia.

Over the course of his service, he had obtained a great many artifacts for her, all ancient and powerful. Mycarth's Mirror. Shandra's Owl Totem. Byron's Scrawl. What Felicia wanted to do with them was her own business. All Josef had to do was gather them.

Today, though, was not a retrieval. Today was about enforcement—this was a critical time, Felicia had told Josef when he arrived in town a few days before, and she wanted no undue interruptions.

The other Moondogs were posted all about the town, keeping a watch on things. Josef had the most important post—guarding Felicia—and so also the most men with him.

Three Moondogs were with him now, outside the street—Malcolm, Kal, and Horace. Their post was down the street from Felicia’s house, on top of a hill in a vacant lot where they could hide their bikes and get an easy view of the large house, and all those who approached it.