BALPHAGOR

Cindy was leafing through the book once more, when she heard the distinctive metallic sound of the building lights being shut off. She looked at her watch. Sure enough, it was two-thirty a.m., exactly. Her electric lantern illuminated a woodcut figure on the page before her.

One corner of her mouth pulled itself up into a smirk as she rose from the stool she had been sitting on. Crossing the room to the metal door at its entrance, she slid the small bar lock into place. The door had been repeatedly painted white, but the latest coating was starting to flake. Cindy peered out the small window, into the stairwell, and then placed her makeshift curtain into it. She tucked in the corners, to ensure that no light spilled out onto the stairs.

Turning, she surveyed the room. It was low-ceiling-ed, and large. The exact dimensions were hidden by the rows and rows of industrial bookshelves, but Cindy knew them well. She had been planning this for almost a year, and had taken the job at the library solely to get access to these subterranean rooms. She knew every inch in here.

The books upon the metal shelves had all collected a thin grey blur of dust, broken here and there where some SCU student on a particular quest had come poking around in hopes of finding a particularly obscure work. They were usually rewarded in their search, only to realize that the book they had found was useless to them. This basement held only obsolete texts, by authors long since correctly consigned to the scrap heap of history. The library couldn’t throw them out, so they put them here, to quietly molder, a room being filled by library science pack rats.

Cindy walked through the darkened stacks, back to the far corner where she had made her preparations. The exposed ceiling pipes, flaking with white paint, carried the soft echoes of the building’s settling.

The flickering of candles greeted Cindy as she walked around the last tall shelf, to the area she had so carefully prepared. There were five of them; squat, thick things, that gave off a peculiar odor as they burned. Thin columns of black smoke rose from them, curling through the still air.

The candles sat at each point of a pentagram, drawn on the cement floor in thick, yellowish chalk. A meandering double line of the same chalk ran around the pentagram, encompassing also a small trolley filled with books.

Cindy put her lantern back down on the lectern. She ran her fingers down the thick parchment leaves of the book, finding the red satin bookmark, and flipped to the beginning of the ritual. Next to the book was an old locket, gold with the silhouette of a woman on it, and a small stack of Auto-CAD drawings.

Her smile faded, and she shivered. Among its other qualities, this third basement of Rowley Library was always cold. Cindy had worn a thick fuzzy sweater and black jeans, but it was still just cold enough to leave her uncomfortable.

She realized that she was procrastinating. She rolled her head back, then forward, and began to read.

Eighteen minutes later, Cindy was almost finished, and beginning to feel foolish. Nothing had happened. Of course, even with all of her research, she hadn’t known what to expect, but surely something was to have occurred by now. Yet the smoke from the candles rose curling but unwavering to the ceiling.

Still, she didn’t allow her mind to wander to speculation. She had not mispronounced anything yet, and there was only one page to go.

“… iram cane dea Baali Balphagor, pestiferum quae innumerabiles dolores Hecubae posuit, multas autem robustas animas ad infernum antemisit… Instansio!”

There was a great groan beind Cindy as she finished, her arms outstretched, and she whirled her head around, worrying that her protective circle had somehow been circumvented. But she could see nothing. Perhaps one of the pipes. Returning her gaze to the pentagram, she dropped her hands to the podium. Nothing.

Only… there was a black spot, in the center of the pentagram, where there had been none before. Cindy stepped around the lectern, to the edge of the chalk border. She squinted at it, and it… pulsed. Glistened.

Triumph rose up within Cindy, and she almost cried aloud. Scurrying back behind the lectern, she hurredly flipped through the book. Then, holding the locket aloft, she addressed the pentagram.

“Balphagor! Make yourself known to me! Assume form, that I may command you!”

Nothing happened.

Cindy’s smile turned wicked. “Okay, if that’s how you want it… Balphagor wrackthuus!”

The result was immediate. The black dot exploded into viscous life, swelling in an instant into a large black mass, heaving and seething, and emitting an ear-splitting squeal.

“Silence!” Cindy’s left hand, clutching the pendant tightly, relented.

The noise stopped immediately, and the oily mass settled into a roughly hemispherical blob.

“Now, Balphagor, I don’t want to talk to a lump. I know it’s been a while, but I command you to take a shape that I can more easily hold discourse with.”

Ripples ran across the surface of the blob.

“Do it, Balphagor, or I will wrack you again.”

With a shudder, the blob slowly slid upwards, thinning, until it was a cylinder about seven feet tall. Then it split at the base, taking on the shape of legs, and two arms rose from the sides. A mouth opened near the top, and two red eyes rose to the surface like they had bobbed to the top of a black pool.

“Whoooo…. daresssss….”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it Balphagor. You can call me Mistress. I have some tasks for you, and the quicker you decide to be pleasant, the less pain this will involve.”

The eyes focused on Cindy.

“CUNT! I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL! SHIT-SPAWNED BITCH, I- ARRRRRRGGHGH!”

Cindy watched the humanoid figure writhe, then again slowly loosened her grip on the pendant.

“You will be nice, Balphagor.”

The figure righted itself, and looked again at Cindy. This time, it remained quiet.

“Good. Now, Balphagor, let’s do get to know each other. Of course, I know all about you. I know your place in the infernal choir, for instance – the bottom.”

The figure hissed, but softly.

“And I know the last time you were up here. 1694. Isn’t that right?”

The demon looked at her, sullenly, and didn’t reply.

Cindy’s voiced dropped, and she looked at the black figure with tightening eyes. “Answer me.”

With the sound of knife on stone, it replied. “Yes.”

Cindy’s expression didn’t waver. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Then, like a switched-on light, she smiled again. “Good! Now Balphagor, I know you’ve been trapped in Hell for three hundred years. But you must learn to be polite. Our relationship promises to be quite beneficial for you too, you know. Let me demonstrate. Why don’t you ask any questions that might be eating at you?”

“How did you call me?”

“The usual way, obviously. I mean, look around.”

“But no one has trafficked with my kind for a century or more.”

“Books are marvelous things, Balphy. What else?”

“What is it that you want of me?”

“Oh, many things. But I’ll tell you about them as we go along. I plan to see a lot of you. Don’t you like your time out of Hell?”

A pause. “I do… Mistress.”

“Good. Now then, are you ready for your first task?”

“I am… Mistress.”

“Excellent. Behind you is a small cart, on which are 74 books. You are to read them all.”

“Read… books? This is not the task of a Lord of Hell!”

“Balphy, you are hardly a Lord of Hell. And, these books have knowledge that I want you to have mastered when I summon you again. So you will take them with you, and you will read them. I command this. If you like, I can inscribe it…”

“No! Mistress, that will not be necessary. I will read these books.”

“Yes, you will. And I think you shall profit thereby. I will summon you again, next week, at this time. I trust you will have mastered the knowledge by then?”

“I shall try, Mistress.”

“Excellent. Then, I have something for you.” Cindy withdrew a small vial, from within the lectern. “Virgin’s blood.” She threw the glass at Balphagor.

The demon caught it in its primitive hand, and crushed the glass flask, absorbing it and its contents. A ripple ran across its skin, and as it passed, the creature appeared smoother, more human.

“Did you like that, Balphy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Then take the books, and return to Hell. I shall call upon you in one week.” The threatening look returned to Cindy’s eyes. “Do not fail me, Balphagor.”

“I hear and obey, Mistress.”

As Cindy concluded the invocation, a thick black haze began to coalesce in the pentagram. Within seconds, it had taken on the shape of a man.

“I say, Balphagor, your skills at incarnating yourself seem much improved,” Cindy noted approvingly.

Inside the pentagram stood a nude Adonis, each hair defined, smooth of skin, and remarkably well-endowed. The skin of this man, however, was black as coal, and reflected the light harshly, like plastic. The figure smiled, eyes glowing red, and replied,

“Thank you, my Mistress.”

Cindy smiled back. Her brown hair was up in a knot on the back of her head, and she had worn the same fuzzy wine-colored sweater. The room was also the same, save that an upholstered chair had been brought in, and faced the pentagram.

“Have you read the texts?”

“I have, my Mistress.” Turning, the figure waved a hand, and a mist emerged from it to settle on the empty rack, solidifying into the books that Cindy had placed there a week ago.

“And did you find them useful?”

“Oh, most definitely, my Mistress. This ‘psychology’ is a wonderful field. I have found my studies, enforced as they were, most profitable.”

“Excellent.”

“My Mistress, what am I to do now?”

“I say, Balphy, I do like your attitude change. I shall tell you what you are to do. Did you study all the texts on hypnosis?”

“I did, my Mistress.”

“And do you feel confident that you can hypnotize someone?”

“I do, my Mistress, although only if they were willing or unsuspecting that I were doing so.” The red eyes swung from side to side. “Do you have someone you wish me to hypnotize?”

“I do. I want you to hypnotize Me.”

A moment passed, before Balphagor spoke.

“Of course, my Mistress.”

“Listen now, Balphagor. What follows is a command, and if you were to disobey this command, you will be placed in wrack by the invocation I have used to summon you.

“Balphagor, you are to hypnotize me. You will do so with one goal. To leave me implanted with three code phrases, each of which will sink me irresistibly into hypnotic trance. You are to do nothing else, nothing, and once you have firmly implanted these phrases, you are to rouse me from hypnosis.

“Further, you are to never say any of these phrases unless I specifically order you to. Do you understand?”

“I believe so, my Mistress.”

Cindy stared into Balphagor’s red eyes, and spoke with a hard voice.

“Understand, Balphagor, I am under no illusions as to what sort of creature you are. You are to do nothing, say nothing, that is not strictly necessary to implant the code phrases in my mind. You are to ask me nothing. I have bound your obedience to this into the summoning.”

“I understand, my Mistress.”

“You had better, or you will spend the next three hundred years in wrack. Ah – also, we have only a limited time for you to do this. You are to rouse me from hypnosis either at the completion of your task, or when this clock turns to five, whichever is sooner. Do you have any questions?”

“What should the phrases be, my Mistress?”

“You choose, Balphagor. They must be something that no one else, in this world or any other, would say to me.”

“I understand, my Mistress.”

Cindy stepped around the podium. She and Balphagor looked at each other, as she passed the pentacle, and seated herself in the easy chair.

“I am ready, Balphagor.”

“Very good, my Mistress. Stare into my eyes. Yes. Lose yourself in them. Do you see how deep they are? Yess. Stretch out, into them…”

Cindy relaxed, and stared into Balphagor’s eyes. His red irises had begun to sparkle, and it was easy to lose herself in them.

“Yes, my Mistress. Relax. Stare into my eyes. Feel yourself relaxing, becoming tired. Sleepy. Relax.”

Balphagor had started slowly waving his head from side to side, and Cindy’s eyes tracked his. She was aware, dimly, that she hadn’t decided to do so, but she was becoming so relaxed…

“Awaken, Mistress.”

Cindy squeezed her eyes shut, and then re-opened them. The room looked the same. “Balphagor. Were you successful? What time is it?”

“I was, Mistress, and according to the clock you left, it is only four-thirty.”

“Excellent.” Cindy felt… oddly normal. She wondered what it was she had expected to feel like.

“So, there are now three phrases, which only you know, that will sink me into an hypnotic trance?”

“There are, my Mistress.”

“Can I resist them?”

“I do not believe so, my Mistress.”

“Well done, Balphagor. Then tomorrow you will begin to teach me magic.”

“Magic, my Mistress?”

“Yes. I know you know it. I’ve done my research. Part of my purpose in summoning you was to have you teach me black magic. The potent kind. You’re going to be doing rather a lot of teaching, in the future.”

“You are aware, my Mistress, that the kind of magic I have to teach you can only blacken your immortal soul?”

“I am aware of that. Be prepared to start your instruction on the morrow. For now, I dismiss you.”

“My Mistress?”

“Yes, Balphagor?”

“If I may… each moment not in Hell is… better. Hell is not an… amenable place, to pass the time, even for such as I. I ask, as your servant, that you not dismiss me until such time as you need to.”

Cindy thought about this request.

“Very well. We have fifteen minutes. What shall we discuss?”

“Whatever you like, my Mistress. I only wish to remain here.”

“I see.” Cindy smiled her crooked smile. “Then tell me, Balphy, where do you fit into the heirarchy? Just what sort of a demon are you?”

Balphagor’s expression did not change, but his nostrils flared. After a brief pause, he replied, “Surely my Mistress knows. I am but a lowly sort of demon. Were I not so, she could not have bound me so easily.”

Cindy stretched, and moved in the chair. “And who do you report to? Who is your boss? And who is their boss?”

“I am numbered in the host of Aztaratoth, who is in turn one of the servants of Ma’astoreth, a minor Lord.”

“Ma’astoreth, eh? What’s his game?”

“He is one of six set over those who Lust, my Mistress, as surely you know.”

“I did, actually. And yourself? Have you any minions?”

Balphagor snorted. “Hardly. Beneath myself are only imps and quasit, who are too lowly to deserve notice.”

The two looked at each other. Then Cindy gestured around the room.

“And how about all this, Balphy? Do your colleagues think the less of you for being so peremptorily summoned to my whim?”

“No, my Mistress. Even in Hell, knowledge is power, and at your command I have garnered much knowledge. Even now I am in a position to set myself over those formerly my equals.”

“Oh?” Cindy shifted coquettishly. “And can I be of any help in this?”

“My Mistress?”

“I asked, Balphagor, if there were something I could do, to make your… rise to power swifter, or more sure. After all, it would suit me mightily to have a more powerful devil at my command.”

Balphagor turned, and walked slowly around the interior of the pentagram. Cindy watched his tight ass muscles flex and move. When he looked up, his eyes were glowing slightly.

“Perhaps, my Mistress. I shall think on this. My Mistress is too kind.”

Cindy rose, smiling. “Not by half, Balphy. Now go. Soon others will arrive, and I do not wish to be caught here, with you, so early into my plans.”

“Very well, my Mistress.”

“Balphagor?”

“Yes, my Mistress?”

“See you tomorrow.”

The black mist coalesced rapidly into the form of Balphagor. Once more, he appeared as a nude man, muscular and lean, and remarkably well endowed. He shone, soot black, save only his eyes, which were red iris-ed within the white. This evening, he sported a small pair of horns, on his forehead, and a thin tail terminating in a spade-like tip. His feet were cloven hooved.

“Why, Balphy,” said Cindy, walking around the podium, “you look positively devilish!”

“My Mistress,” the demon replied, bowing at the waist. “What are your wishes this evening?”

Cindy seated herself in the stuffed easy chair, facing the black figure in the pentacle. “Something rather different tonight, Balphy. Do you recall, several weeks ago, the second time I summoned you? And asked that you hypnotically implant three phrases into my mind?”

“I do, my Mistress.”

“Do you think they are still as potent as they were?”

“Oh, undoubtedly, my Mistress. Were I to say any of them, you would be irresistibly drawn into trance.”

“Good. Then tonight, rather than the usual magic lesson, we will be using these phrases. You are to listen carefully to what I want you to do. It is rather simple. I want you to alter my desires, so that I lust after women.”

Balphagor looked puzzled. “Certainly, my Mistress, but why…?”

Cindy ran a hand through her neck-length red hair. “It is not for you to ask, Balphagor, but to obey.”

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“When I instruct you, you will use one of the phrases to put me into trance. Just to test your hold on my mind, I shall try to resist. Once I am in trance, you are to spend all our time programming me to lust after women. You are to erase any inhibitions I have regarding sex with other women. You are to alter my mind until it is part of my basic nature to want to fuck any attractive woman. Do you understand?”

“I do, my Mistress. My Mistress, do you want me to remove your attraction to men?”

“No, no. I want to be bisexual.” Cindy smiled. “Hell, I want to be omni-sexual. At some point, if we have time, I may just have you program me to want to fuck dogs. But for tonight, opening my mind to lesbian sex is the goal.”

“I understand, my Mistress. My Mistress, this may take more than just one night of programming.”

“I thought it might. We’ll do this as many nights as it requires, Balphagor.”

“Yes, my Mistress. When you are ready.”

Cindy wiggled her butt in the chair, leaned back, and looked into Balphagor’s eyes. They had started to sparkle.

“Remember, you must bring me out at five o’clock.”

“I understand.”

“Then, I am ready.” Cindy steeled herself to not sleep.

“Listen, then, my Mistress, and sleep. Tuagh na Dana…”

Cindy jolted forward in the chair, as though shocked. Balphagor was screaming an unearthly howl, and had entirely lost cohesion. Within the pentagram, a black porcupine covered in tar writhed, ooze-covered spines stabbing out spastically and being sucked into the body of the mass.

Cindy held an arm out stiffly, and made a series of gestures. The porcupine in the pentagram slowly melted into a hemispherical black blob. Then, it flowed quickly upward into the form of Balphagor.

Cindy frowned. “I warned you, Balphagor, what would happen if you tried to disobey me. Tell me, now, what it was that you did?”

Balphagor looked abashed beneath his anger. “My Mistress, I attempted to pry into your mind, to ask you questions that were… unrelated to the task at hand.”

“Well, Balphy, let that be a lesson to you.” Cindy stood. “It’s a good thing for you that you did not attempt to get me into that pentagram of yours.”

“My Mistress, I must apologize. I had completed my task, and I was so tempted…”

“Save it, Balphy. Do not think that I forget what and who you are. So, you finished your task?”

Balphagor smiled, revealing white fangs. “Think, my Mistress – think of other women. Think of your gorgeous gym teacher.”

Cindy did as the demon suggested. A wide smile grew on her face, as she pictured herself kissing Ms. Corinth, rubbing up against her. Eating her pussy. Cindy shivered. She was certainly aroused.

“Well done, Balphagor.”

“Thank you, my Mistress. My Mistress, it would be more effective, were we to do this again for a few days. Your mind is most open to suggestion, but to truly make this sort of change requires reinforcement.”

“Then we shall, Balphagor. We shall spend all week on this. I want to be a rug muncher, Balphy, and shall not stop until these new desires have been firmly rooted within my mind.”

“Yes, my Mistress. I swear that my… transgression shall not happen again.”

“Don’t bother, Balphy. If you could get away with it, you would do it again in an instant. Please, assume that we understand each other.”

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“Now, I brought you something that you requested. Given your… error, I shan’t give it to you tonight.” Cindy opened her backpack, leaning on the chair. “But look. This is a chip from an altar. I knocked it off myself.”

Balphagor’s eyes locked onto the small piece of rock. “It is. I can see it.”

Cindy wrapped it in a red kerchief. “And this kerchief should protect your hands from it. I have said the blasphemous rites over it. Tomorrow- no. Friday, if you have been good, I shall give it to you, that you may use it as you see fit.”

“Thank you, my Mistress.”

“Remember, Balphy, we have a relationship. Try to understand that. Now, go, and I shall have you in my mind again tomorrow.”

Cindy yawned, and threw the blankets off of her bed. Four in the afternoon. She drew brief amusement from the knowledge that her parents would freak if they discovered that she had not attended a class in weeks. Well, she was in college to get an education. And what she was learning now was so much more worthwhile than the classics major she was officially enrolled in.

She wandered out to the common room she shared with her housemates, and was just sitting down on the sofa with a book when the front door opened. Tamara bounced in, radiating energy and perspiring.

It was as though there were a color in the spectrum that Cindy had never noticed before, and Tamara was doused in it. Sex. Cindy could feel her pulse race, and a faint need started to nag at her from her crotch.

“Hi, Cindy! Just back from the gym.” Tamara closed the door, and threw her gym bag into her room. “How’s it going?”

“Er, pretty good.”

Tamara, pretty but not terribly worried about how other people were doing, smiled. “That’s great. You know, you should go to the gym. Just look at these babies.”

Tamara drew a slow finger up her bare stomach, from her baggy sweat shorts to her clinging runner’s bra. Her abs were in perfect relief, and Cindy was mesmerized as Tamara’s finger moved in, then out, then in, then out, as she traced their hard contours.

“Not bad, huh? A thousand crunches today! Well, I’m off to shower!” Tamara bounced into her room, and closed the door.

Cindy watched Tamara’s firm ass, as the door closed in front of it. She slid a hand down the front of her pajamas, to touch herself. Sure enough, she was damp. And hot.

Cindy blinked, then drew back her hand. She slid her middle finger into her mouth. The hell with cursing people, she thought, as soon as Balphagor finishes with my re-orientation, he’s teaching me some love spells.

Then, enjoying her own taste in an entirely new way, she walked back into her room, to masturbate.

It was Monday. Cindy wasn’t sure why the library stayed open on the weekends, but she wasn’t about to risk being discovered, so she had spent the weekend investing in pornography and enjoying her new look on life.

But now it was time to return to her studies. Having re-drawn the pentagram and lit the candles of human fat, Cindy waited for the building lights to be turned off. In due order, they were, and she began her invocation.

As usual, the black haze shimmered into being first, before thickening and settling into human form. However, Cindy’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the figure that gazed back at her.

The red eyes were set in a night-black face, as before, but they were somewhat lower, beneath a thick head of straight black hair, neck-length black hair. The formerly muscled body was much smoother, rounder… and possessed of a nice pair of firm breasts. Cindy found herself speechless.

“My Mistress? Do I not… please you?” As Balphagor stepped forward, the light reflecting off of her naked body, Cindy found her words.

“You’re… me.”

“Yes, my Mistress. I am not a man, I am a demon. My sex is as I wish it to be. Given your new… outlook, I felt that it might please you to incarnate as a woman. So I took the shape of the most pleasing one I know.”

“You’re quite a liar, Balphagor. But I knew that, and enjoy your flattery all the same. However,” said Cindy, as she stepped close to the pentagram, “you’re incomplete. Your breasts have no nipples. And your crotch,” she added, bending over, “is smooth.”

“Alas,” replied Balphagor, “I have no model to draw on for these.”

Cindy laughed. “Why, Balphy, I do think you want me to strip for you.”

“As my Mistress wishes.”

Cindy looked at Balphagor, for a long minute. Her own face, hewn in ebony, returned her gaze. She watched perfect copies of her own lips part, and a black tongue run across them, before Balphagor spoke again.

“If my Mistress wishes, I shall alter my form. I only sought to please…”

Cindy took a step back from the pentagram, and dropped her hands to take the hem of her sweater. She drew it up, over her head, and dropped it on the ground. Reaching down again, she pulled her t-shirt from her jeans, and pulled it off as well. Then, her eyes not leaving Balphagor’s, she undid the clasp between the cups of her bra.

She peeled the bra off. Her nipples drew up, in the cold air of the basement. She stepped back to the pentagram, and raised her arms over her head, drawing her breasts up to best advantage.

“Here, Balphagor. Do you like what you see?”

“I do, my Mistress.”

Balphagor’s mirror body rippled, and the smooth orbs of her breasts pushed outward into nipples, matching Cindy’s own. Cindy stared at them, as Balphagor drew one long hand across them. Cindy looked at herself, savoring, before her gaze fell to Balphagor’s bare crotch.

Cindy stepped out of her sandals. Her hands found their way to the button fly of her jeans, and she undid them, and wriggled her way out. She was wearing green panties from Victoria’s Secret, and as her hands caught on the waistband, she paused.

“Balphagor, why am I doing this?”

Balphagor ran her hands down her nude body. “Because you want to, my Mistress. And why should you not? Nothing is forbidden to witches.”

Still, Cindy hesitated. “Is this something that you did to me?”

“I only did as you requested, my Mistress. I made you lust after women. And you are a beautiful woman. If you doubt me, as you should, command that I answer truthfully, and I shall tell you the same.”

Cindy’s hands moved down, and her panties fell to the floor. She had trimmed herself into a neat but thick light brown thatch above smooth lips. Fascinated, she watched Balphagor’s crotch flow to match her own.

With a leer, Cindy sat in the easy chair, and spread her legs wide. “Here, Balphy, this is what I look like. Now you know me in my nakedness.”

“Yes, my Mistress. Look,” said Balphagor, spreading her legs as she dropped into a crouch, “see how beautiful you are.”

Cindy looked at her most intimate area, traced exactly in shining black flesh. Balphagor had duplicated each inch and fold, and part of Cindy’s mind – a new part – was strongly recommending that she kneel down, and crawl over to taste herself.

She sighed, closed her legs, and sat up.

“Well, that was fun, Balphy, but we both know that nothing can happen. You are a demon, and were I to enter the pentagram with you, you would rend me asunder and return to Hell post-haste.”

“Not so, my Mistress. It is true, were you to step into the circle with me, my nature would overcome me. That is, unless…”

“Go on.”

“Unless you were to enter into a compact, wherein for my part I were to give you physical pleasure. Then we might know each other, and I would offer you no harm.”

“I see. Tempting, Balphy, but I’ll have to look into it. I know that I cannot command you to do so, and as I’ve been giving you things anyways, I don’t see what I could offer in such a bargain. I think we both know the state of my soul.”

“You could offer to bear my young, my Mistress.”

“Ah.” Cindy paused. “I hadn’t planned on having kids yet, Balphy. I understand it’s quite painful.”

“The details, my Mistress, are negotiable.”

“I see. Let me think about it.”

“As my Mistress wishes.”

“For now, let’s stick to some teaching. I want you to teach me love spells, that I might seduce my housemate.”

“Bold, my Mistress. I hear, and obey.”

Cindy leaned forward, as Balphagor began to describe the necessary steps.

Maryanne was poking around the fourth floor of Rowley Library. She had to find some books on Jung for her report due next week, but someone had swiped large chunks of the psychology section, and all the books that had only single copies were missing.

She was about to give up, and go find a librarian, when she noticed the green cart, piled with books. She walked over to it, and let out a small cry of happiness when she saw that it had all of the titles she had been looking for.

And more. Maryanne wondered who had been researching what, that called for so many books on hypnosis, and a very wide background in psychology. Possibly a professor had assigned a grad student to check references. She rifled the cart for the books she wanted, and walked over to one of the tables, bearing a stack eight deep.

The top book was titled Jung, A Life, and Maryanne figured that was as good a place to start as any. Inside the cover, the title page had a fascinating illustration of some sort of pattern. It almost seemed to move.

Maryanne stared at it for a while, and then turned the page. It, too had a pattern, slightly different than the first. She looked at it for a while, seeking its depths…

Other students came by, occasionally, but none of them disturbed Maryanne. She sat there, unmoving, save when one of her hands would slide across the table to flip a page. Her gaze never wavered from the book.

It was Friday, and Balphagor had once more appeared as Cindy, taut black flesh in the shape of the budding young witch. She had incarnated with Cindy’s body all week, and Cindy had taken to stripping naked to match her. Somehow, it seemed more forbidden to practice blasphemous magic in the nude.

Cindy was amazed at how easily she remembered the spells, but Balphagor had assured her that the black nature of the spells meant that they clung on to her, the better to corrupt her. Nothing short of holy intervention could remove them.

“And now, my Mistress, are you eager to try out your new powers on this Tamara?”

“I am, Balphy.”

“Forgive me, my Mistress, but you seem… distracted.”

“I have reached a decision, Balphy, about your fucking me.”

“Oh?”

“I want it, Balphy, and I have a trade to offer you.” Cindy ran a hand through her hair.

“What is your offer, my Mistress?”

“You have keys to my mind, Balphagor, do you not?”

“I do, my Mistress.”

“Balphy, I will allow you unfettered access to my mind for fifteen minutes, each night I summon you, if you agree to give me carnal pleasure whenever I ask it of you, never to injure me, and obey me in all other things.”

“Fifteen minutes, during which I can do as I please?”

“Yes, save only that I must not be harmed.”

“Altered?”

Cindy hesitated. “Yes. You may alter me as best you can in fifteen minutes.”

“Each night you summon me?”

“Yes.”

“Even if only for teaching?”

“Yes.”

“At the start, that I may have my full fifteen minutes?”

“Yes.”

“So, were I to program you to desire to bear my young…”

“Then I would eagerly bear your young.”

“And in return, I must never injure you, must offer you physical pleasure when you desire it, and obey you in all other things?”

“Yes.”

“My Mistress, this I cannot agree to. However,” said Balphagor, licking her lips, “I can almost agree to it. Let us say that we shall barter each evening. When you summon me, you shall inform me of what it is that you wish. Then, I may agree to your request, in exchange for fifteen minutes time in your mind, that evening.”

“This in place of the agreement we have now?”

“Yes, my Mistress. I shall only teach you in exchange for time in your mind.”

“Let us then agree on this. That I shall offer you access to my mind, for the fifteen minutes, in exchange for which you will teach me, or fuck me. Additionally, you shall swear not to injure me. All other things we can trade, my desires for yours, at the start of each evening.”

Balphagor thought for a moment, then smiled. “I agree, my Mistress. Have you a contract?”

“I do.”

Cindy produced a yellowing roll of parchment, and wrote the terms on it in black ink. She read it over, and passed it to Balphagor, who read it. Then Balphagor raised an index finger, and plunged it into an arm. She withdrew the finger, coated in gore, and signed the parchment.

Balphagor handed back the paper. Cindy looked at it, with the wet demon ichor drying on the bottom. Then she took a knife, and drew it across her own finger. Quickly she signed her name.

“Is that it?”

“That is it, my Mistress. Guard the paper well.”

Cindy blew on the blood to dry it, then rolled the paper, tied it with ribbon, and put it in the metal case she had brought her equipment in. She stood, and smiled.

“Now then, Balphy, how about a fuck.”

“Of course, my Mistress, but first… I get my fifteen minutes.”

Cindy paused. “Of course, Balphagor.” She seated herself, naked, in the chair. “I am ready. What do you plan to do?”

“Whatever I wish, my Mistress. Tuagh na Dana…”

“Awaken, Cindy.”

“Hm? Oh, has it been fifteen minutes?”

“It has, my Mistress.”

“So, what did you do?”

Balphagor smiled, with Cindy’s face. “Though I am under no onus to tell you, I shall. Tonight, I merely poked around, Cindy. I wanted to find out what makes you tick.”

“Oh. And?”

“I like what I discovered.”

“And what you don’t like, you’ll change, eh?”

“Ah, my Mistress, that would be telling. Now come, you may enter the circle safely. I shall provide you with the pleasure that you desire.” The dark Cindy extended her hand.

Cindy looked at Balphagor, then rose, and slid her own hand under and into Balphagor’s. The demon smiled, then drew her into the pentagram. Their lips met in a deep kiss.

Cindy broke it off after a moment, breathing heavily. “Balphy! You’re so… delicious!”

Her own ebony face smiled back at her. “Of course, my Mistress. I am a demon of Lust. You will find that few mortal women can compare to me. And, of course, no mortal women are as… flexible.” Balphagor slid a hand around Cindy’s head, and began to kiss her again. The demon’s tongue quickly slipped between Cindy’s lips.

Cindy felt a hand slip around to grab her ass, and clench it. Her own hands wrapped around Balphagor’s smooth back. Somehow, they began to lower to the ground.

Something was touching her vagina. Breaking her kiss to look down, she saw that Balphagor’s own pussy had… stretched, and was pushing against her own. The shiny black flesh was flowing against her, stroking, pushing. Cindy moaned involuntarily. The red eyes flashed with amusement.

“You see? Flexible. Now surrender to me, Cindy. Surrender to your own enjoyment. Tonight you shall know only pleasure.”

Cindy returned her gaze to the red eyes. “Yes, Balphagor. Fuck me. I want it.”

She groaned in pleasure as something warm and slick entered her, and re-fastened her lips to Balphagor’s.

Tamara flounced into the room. The afternoon sun was illuminating the curtains in its usual golden way, highlighting flights of dust motes in the beam that came through between them. Tamara tossed her gym bag onto her desk chair.

“That’s odd,” she thought – Cindy’s door was open. Although Tamara had always been a fan of the “unless you need privacy, leave the door open” school of thought, Cindy usually kept hers closed, whether she was home or not. Tamara wandered over to investigate.

Sticking her head in, she saw that Cindy was home, lying on her bed, reading a magazine. She was on her stomach, the dark red back of her head towards Tamara, and Tamara considered just going back to her room. Then again, Cindy should be encouraged to keep her door open, so maybe a little friendly suitemate banter was in order.

“Hey there, Cindy. How was… schoo..?” Her eyes widened.

It was as though music had begun to play when Cindy turned to face her. Something about Cindy’s face… so beautiful. Tamara was thunderstruck. How could she have not seen it before? So beautiful.

Cindy was talking to her. Oh shit! Had she been staring?

“…been at the gym?” rolled off Cindy’s lips, such wonderful lips, slightly curved down at the edges, giving her a serious – no – a sensual expression.

Concentrate, dammit.

“Ah, no, I’ve been out playing soccer. With the intramoral league. Mural. Intramural league.”

“Have fun?”

“I’d love to,” she thought, but managed to reply “Yeah, yeah, it was good. You interested in sucker? Soccer?”

“Only watching, really. I prefer indoor sports.”

She had to get out of here. She could feel “Oh? Like to try some?” pushing past her lips. “Oh, okay,” she replied, foolishly, and pulled her head back out of Cindy’s room.

Wow.

Was she…?

Yeah. There was no doubt about it. She was really, really attracted to Cindy. Attracted to her in a way that she hadn’t been attracted to anyone in in a long time. And never to a girl.

Tamara had to think about this. This was big. Resisting the strings pulling at her heart to walk back into that room, to be in Her presence, she picked her bag up off of her chair and headed for her own room. Closing the door behind her.

Sex with a girl. She hadn’t really considered it, before – no, hadn’t really wanted it, before. Not that Tamara had anything against casual sex. But this would be crossing some invisible line that she hadn’t yet crossed. Did she want to?

It was sudden, too – she’d lived with Cindy for months. Why did she suddenly find herself wanting to suck her toes now?

The shower was a good place to think. Particularly about sex.

Cindy’s mouth was now curled up into a most satisfied grin. Tamara had stood there and goggled at her like a pole axed steer. Not that she had doubted the potency of the spell, but it was nice to have proof positive. By the weekend, Tamara would be eating out of her pants.

And she would be, mmmm, eating out of Tamara’s.

Tamara’s shower turned on. Cindy stretched, rolled over, and swung her feet off of the bed. Time to get some food. It would be dark, soon, and she had some preparation to do before chatting with Balphagor tonight.

Balphagor. A devil with the keys to her mind. Her smile returned. Having the keys was not the same as knowing how to drive the car. And she had her own agenda, didn’t she? Cindy frowned at that, but then she thought of the look on Tamara’s face.

She hopped off the bed, and laughed out loud. God! She felt so alive! The risk was almost better than the sex.

Almost.

And both thrills were to be had again tonight, in the basement of Rowley Hall.

“Awaken.”

Her eyes popped open.

The room was dark. Next to the bed, on the little nightstand, the digital clock read 1:34. Bethany’s breathing from the other side of the room was soft and even. A little breeze made the edge of the gauzy drapes dance, where the window had been left open.

Maryanne was in her nightgown. She was fully and suddenly awake, and slowly began to look around the room to find what had woken her up. Outside, some distance away, a police siren wailed.

“Come to me.”

Maryanne started. She opened her mouth, which was suddenly dry, and moistened her lips.

“Hello?” she said in a soft voice.

“Do not speak. Come to me.”

The voice was in her head. Understanding that, she recognized it.

“Master?”

“It is time. Come to me, my Pet.”

Bethany rolled over in her bed, the slats creaking. Maryanne held still, hoping that her roommate had not woken up, not heard her. Bethany’s even breathing resumed.

“Master. Where are you?” she asked, under her breath.

“Can you not feel me, my Pet?”

It was a command. Maryanne concentrated, calmed herself and felt for his presence. Yes – there.

“I can feel you, Master.”

“Then come. Come to me.”

Quietly, stealthily, Maryanne found her overcoat and a pair of flip-flops. If anyone saw her, they would wonder whether she was a flasher, but opening her drawers to get better clothes would quite possibly wake Bethany. And she was not about to explain her Master to Bethany.

She opened the door just enough, and slipped out.

The pipes clanged a bit as the library settled.

This basement room was sealed with charms, now, to prevent idle discovery. Cindy had drawn them on the walls and the ceiling in bitumen and pitch, allowing her to avoid the labor of hiding her summoning circle, implements, and the bits of furniture she had dragged there, every time she left. Now no one could see that corner of the room, and any passers-by would be unconsciously encouraged to go elsewhere. Not that there were any passers-by, but had there been, they might have wondered about the furniture.

Such as the chair in which Cindy was now lounging, facing the coal-black figure standing in the pentagram in front of her.

Balphagor had chosen to incarnate in his male aspect this evening, muscular and tall. Cindy felt that he rather looked liked Michelangelo’s David, had Michelangelo used black marble. He seemed distracted.

Before she could remark upon it, his red eyes turned to her.

“My Mistress.”

“Balphy. How have you been?”

“I have been well, my Mistress. What do you desire of me this evening?”

“Well, I have a laundry list, Balphy. I wish to learn the fourth and eighth spells of the Hagad’rim. I want you to retrieve for me Jannalius’ text on occult works. And I want some aphasic resin for my charms.”

“And has your co-habitant been susceptible to them?”

“Very.”

Balphagor rumbled, somewhere in his chest.

“Most gratifying. Is that all that you wish?”

Cindy ran a hand through her hair.

“Oh, and one other thing. I want you to fuck me some.”

“But of course.”

“So, how many minutes would you like for all this, Balphy?”

There was an odd moment as Balphagor closed his eyes, apparently in thought. It was as though two fires just winked out. Then he looked at her again.

“These are many things, my Mistress. Perhaps, were you to ask them of me one night at a time…”

“Ah, Balphy, but then I’d have to pay for them each time. No, let’s keep this as a lump sum sort of agreement. What do you ask?”

“Six hours. And a skein of human blood, in exchange for the book.”

“Four. And a pint of blood, deliverable within the week.”

“My Mistress, how much is a ‘pint’?”

Cindy gestured with her hands, indicating an area of space.

“Very well. Four, and one of these ‘pints’ of blood.”

“Agreed.” Cindy settled herself in the chair. “I’m ready.”

“Ah, my Mistress?”

“Yes, Balphy?”

“I would ask your permission for something.”

“Shoot.”

“I have found that your circle prevents me from using my abilities as I am accustomed to. Might you be so gracious as to allow me some small magics? You must know I cannot hurt you.”

Cindy smiled. “Well, let me thi- No. Absolutely not. Balphagor, do you think I am an idiot? If I allowed you to cast spells, you’d have me mindfucked into your eager slave faster than I could say ‘Topeka’. No, no spells are coming out of that circle. You are going to have to go about this the hard way.”

“I see.”

“I don’t blame you for trying, though.”

Balphagor smiled, revealing white teeth in stark contrast to his lips.

“Then let us begin. My Mistress, if you would not object to disrobing?”

“Take my clothes off? Why ever for? The fucking comes after you have your time in my head.”

“Perhaps it does, perhaps it does. But I find it, more interesting, if I can see all of you, while we are speaking of true things.”

Cindy looked at Balphagor levelly. He could easily have her strip once she was under. Why now?

Then she smiled. It was a game, wasn’t it? She got her points, and now she had to give him his. She stood up and began to unbutton her shirt.

“Of course, Balphy. Why should I make you waste valuable hypnosis time?”

She tossed her shirt over the back of the chair. It was followed by her skirt, her bra, her panties. Soon she was sitting naked in the chair, save for her socks.

“And do you want the socks too, my Lord?” Cindy cocked an eyebrow.

She could have sworn that Balphagor drew in a startled breath in the pause before he answered.

“No, my Mistress, this should be fine. Are you ready?”

“You can take me whenever you like, Balphy.”

“Good. Then sleep…”

The elevator door slid open without the usual accompanying chime, which was odd enough that Maryanne noticed even through the thick pulsing of his presence. He was very, very close now.

She stepped out of the elevator into a large, low-ceilinged room. It was difficult to tell just how large it was, for it was filled with bookshelves, and had thick support columns and walls which stood at strange angles. Maryanne cleared her mind, and felt for him again. There.

It looked like an empty corner, with a few dozen bare metal bookshelves, but he was there, pulling at her, and although she didn’t see anything, she walked slowly and softly towards the rear wall.

She almost walked right into a lectern. Maryanne blinked – she was certain it hadn’t been there four paces ago. There was a book on it, hand written in a spidery hand with very black ink. And a pendant, and some pencils, and… Maryanne looked up.

He was there.

So beautiful. He was smiling, looking back at her. He looked like Adonis, like a Greek statue come to glorious life. His skin was an incredible onyx black, shining in the dim light of the room. And his eyes…

“Maryanne.”

“Ma.” She swallowed. “Master.”

“Yes, Maryanne. It is I.”

She stepped around the podium, eager to embrace him, to be as with him as possible.

“Stop.” He held up a warning hand, palm out. “Do not approach me.”

Maryanne stopped. Next to her was a naked girl, sprawled in an easy chair. One of her hands was slowly, absently massaging her pussy. Her eyes were open, but out of focus, her head tilted towards the floor.

Balphagor smiled. “She is mine, too.” He gestured. “Kneel, my slave.”

Maryanne got down on her knees.

“My slave, this woman in the chair summons me using that book, on the pedestal. When I wish to speak to you, you must summon me using the book as well.”

“Yes, my Master.”

“But I do not wish this woman to know about you. Thus you must be cautious, and summon me only when she is not around. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my Master.”

“Very good. Such a time will be tomorrow night. You will come here at midnight, and summon me. And you will bring me something.”

“What must I bring you, my Master?”

“A friend. You are to choose one of the most attractive of your friends, and bring her here to me. You will tell her that you are going to summon a spirit, and ask her to come and watch. Neither she nor you must tell anyone else. Then you will come here, and read from the book.”

“I shall do so.”

“Yes, you shall. Now, you are to read the book, and master the spell of summoning. I am going to continue my work with this one, here.”

“Yes, my Master”. Maryanne rose to her feet. She turned to return to the lectern, and the book, but stopped.

Balphagor was once more concentrating on the masturbating woman. He began to speak to her in a low voice.

“Your goals are small, and mortal, aren’t they, Cindy?”

The nude redhead replied sleepily: “Yes… small…”

“And mine are large and eternal, which makes them much more important, doesn’t it?”

“Yes… yours are… much more important….”

“Then my goals are more important than your goals, aren’t they?”

“Yes… your goals… are much more important… than my goals…”

“Good. Stroke yourself a little faster, Cindy.”

The redhead’s hand picked up speed, as did her breathing.

“Now, Cindy, slide a finger inside yourself.” She complied, emitting a soft purr. “Good. Now slide it out, and listen.

My goals are more important than your goals. Slide your finger in.

I am more important than you. Slide it out.

You must change your goals to reflect mine. In.

You should start to doubt your goals. Out.

You will start to doubt your goals. In.

You will bend your goals to become my goals. Out.

Now, repeat the following, and each time you finish a sentence, slide your finger in or out. My goals are unimportant. Balphagor’s goals are much more important than mine. I must change my goals into Balphagor’s goals.”

“My goals are unimportant,” Cindy began, sliding her finger in.

“Balphagor’s goals are much more important than mine.

I must change my goals into Balphagor’s goals.

My goals are unimportant…”

Balphagor turned his head quickly, and Maryanne realized that she had been watching instead of obeying. She flushed with shame – and fear of his anger.

“Slave, why are you not learning the spell?”

“Ma, Master – I wanted to kn, know…”

“Know what, slave?”

“When you would take me – take me and make me yours.”

The black figure smiled.

“Soon, my Slave. But first there are things you must do for me. You must learn the spell, so that you may invoke me to meet your prettiest friend. Bring her to me tomorrow.” His voice took on a different tone. “I am not angry with you now – but do not fail me.”

Maryanne was stung. “I shall not fail you, Master!” Ignoring the redhead, who was mumbling softly to herself, Maryanne scurried to the book. She turned the to first page, and began to read.

Although she usually burst into the room, today Tamara turned her key in the lock quietly. She’d had a chance to think about what had happened the other day, and it all seemed like things would get way too complicated way too quickly. So, she’d been sneaking in and out, these last several days, hoping not to bump into her suite mate.

She opened the door, and scanned the common room. No one home. Cindy’s door was closed, although that could have meant anything. Tamara closed the front door, and tip-toed over to her room.

It was a Friday night, and Tamara quickly shimmied out of her workout clothes, and hopped in the shower. The hot water felt great – one of the nice things about this place was the constant supply of hot water. Some of her friends in Holborn Hall up on the hill had to shower before eight AM to be sure of getting any. Here, it was always nice and toasty. By the time she got out of the shower, she was singing.

“Ain’t no body dope like me – I dress so fresh and clean!”

Tamara paused as she dried off to look at herself in the mirror. Damn, she looked good. Women were just so sexy, and she was the sex queen of them all. She posed for herself, and then chuckled. Flexing her arms, she turned in the one-quarter pose to show off her hard abs. So sexy. Of course, women with smooth, curving stomachs were nice, too…

She realized she was thinking about Cindy.

“Okay, girl, pull yourself together. I know she’s hot, but that sort of thing always leads to trouble. Just cool your jets.”

In her room, she found her black bra and panties, and then slipped on her slinky black dress. Some of the girls at Delta Phi were going clubbing, and had invited her along. She checked the clock – it was only seven. Plenty of time to stroll on up to their house.

She finished doing her makeup in the bathroom, and grabbed her favorite bead choker. Nothing quite as hot as a long-necked girl with a choker on. She made several come-on expressions at herself in the mirror, giggled, and headed for the door.

Cindy was in the common room, lounging in a chair.

Tamara froze.

“Hi, Tamara. You look great.”

“Th- thanks, Cindy. Uh, hi. So do you.”

Cindy laughed. “Well, thanks. I’m not the one who is all dressed up, though. Were you going out tonight?”

Tamara’s head bobbed, slowly. “Uhm, yeah. Clubbing.”

“Well, you look super sexy. That dress just clings to your body. It’s a good thing you’ve got such a sexy body to wear it on.”

Wow. Was that a pass? Cindy had never – or had she? Tamara realized she wasn’t sure. And Cindy was so incredibly beautiful…

“And that choker. That’s just the right touch.” Cindy stood up. “It whispers ‘Bad Girl’ just perfectly.”

Oh. Cindy was walking towards her. Part of her wanted to bolt out the door, part of her wanted to mash her body into Cindy’s. So she just stood there, frozen like a rabbit as the wolf walked up.

“Isn’t it tight, though?” asked Cindy. Tamara could smell her skin.

“Um, no, it’s okay.”

“It looks so tight on you.” Cindy reached out with an extended finger, and slid it up under the choker. “Oh, I guess you are right. That’s not too tight at all.” She paused, her finger on Tamara’s neck.

“Why, Tamara. You’re shivering.”

Tamara was caught. Cindy’s finger under her choker, against her neck, was like an iron collar holding her down. She knew her cheeks had gone all red – she could feel them burning. But all she could do was stare into Cindy’s eyes.

Slowly, Cindy pulled her in.

Tamara went with the choker, taking tiny steps forward until she was only a handbreadth away from Cindy. Their breath mixed – Cindy’s deep and even, Tamara’s rapid and fluttering.

Then Cindy pulled her in some more, and they kissed.

It was soft, and sweet, and set off fireworks up and down Tamara’s body. It lasted a long time.

Then Cindy pushed Tamara back, still with the finger under her choker.

“Tammy. Will you make love with me?”

Tamara stared at her. She was so beautiful.

“Ye-yeah. Oh God, Cindy, Yes. Please, Yes.” Tamara babbled out her need, her lust for this so beautiful woman.

Cindy smiled, and drew her back in for another kiss.

“Shhh. It’s over here.”

Suzanne looked around the basement room. It was obvious that people didn’t come down here much, but there weren’t any spider webs or anything, so it wasn’t as creepy as she was expecting.

“Come on, Suzanne,” said Maryanne. “I have to summon it at midnight.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t you worry about getting caught, down here?”

“Naw,” said Maryanne, “I have a spell that keeps people from seeing my stuff.”

“A spell?”

“Yeah. In fact, here, look.”

Maryanne vanished.

Suzanne’s jaw dropped. “Oh, shit! Maryanne?”

“I’m right here,” came a voice. “But you can’t see me. Just walk forwards about ten steps.”

“Jesus, Maryanne! I thought you meant you had some sort of, I dunno, line of sticks or something. But I didn’t think you really, well…”

“Knew any magic?” came Maryanne’s voice.

“Well, yeah. Okay, where are-” Suzanne stepped forward, and suddenly there was Maryanne, leaning on a lectern. “Wow.”

Maryanne smiled. “See? Now, it will take a few minutes to summon it, so just, ah, sit over there.” She gestured at a wooden chair.

Suzanne looked around. There was a large pentagram drawn on the floor, with candles at each point of the pentacle. They were lit. The chair Maryanne had pointed out was high, like a bar chair, and in a circle of chalk a few feet away from the pentagram.

“Geez, Maryanne, I dunno. What are you summoning?”

Maryanne looked up from the book, flipped a strand of hair away from her face.

“I told you, Suzanne, it’s just a spirit. You can talk to it. Now pipe down and let me do this.” In a low voice, she began to recite from the book.

Suzanne waited. There was a stuffed easy chair kind of on the other side of the pentagram, but Maryanne had told her to wait here, and she didn’t want to risk screwing anything up. Of course she hadn’t believed Maryanne when she told her after choral practice that she could summon up spirits, but Todd was on the road with the rugby team, and she didn’t really want to just stay home on a Friday night, so she had come along to see what her friend was up to. But now… this was a bit much.

Still, she was incredibly curious.

Maryanne was lost in her own world, head down, reading from the book. It sounded like French, so Suzanne guessed that it was probably Latin. From where Suzanne was, she could see the thick black binding, crumbled at the edges. She yawned. Magic or no, this was taking a long time.

She was just about to get up to have a look in the book herself when Maryanne stopped reading, and looked up, at the pentagram.

Suzanne looked over at the chalk figure, a few feet away. Nothing seemed to be happening. The room may have gotten a touch warmer, but there certainly wasn’t anything in the pentagram.

“Did it work?”

Maryanne didn’t respond.

“Maryanne, did it work? And why is this chair in a chalk circle?”

“It’s to protect you,” Maryanne said without looking over. “And it did work. Look.”

She whipped her head back around to look at the ground. There was nothing there… no. There was something. A black speck in the circle. It pulsed like a drop of oil.

Then, suddenly, it flowed upwards, doubling and redoubling in size, until it was a liquid column six feet high, black as coal and rippling upwards. Suzanne gasped. “Jesus, Maryanne, you did it!”

Had she looked at Maryanne, she would have seen her falling to her knees.

The column pulled in upon itself, taking form. And what a form it was – a nude man, flawless, with a smooth chiseled body. The epitome of male beauty.

And he was hung, too, thought Suzanne. Damn. Then she realized he was looking at her – and had seen her ogling his cock. She flushed red.

“Ahh…” he said, in a deep, slow voice. “My, yes. You have done quite well, Maryanne. I am pleased.”

Suzanne blinked, and looked at Maryanne. Her eyes widened. Maryanne was on her knees, bent forward in a posture of supplication, her head down and her hands stretched along the floor towards the ebony figure in the pentagram.

“Thank you, Master,” she replied, not raising her head.

There was a moment of quiet, as the demon returned its attention to Suzanne.

“Such lovely golden hair. Yes, you are a fine specimen. My servant has done quite well in bringing you to me.”

“Spe- ye- Servant?” managed Suzanne.

“Ah, how discourteous of me. I am Balphagor. And you are?”

“I’m Suzanne.”

“Suze Anne,” he replied, saying the name as though he were tasting it. “You are quite beautiful, Suzanne.”

“Um, thank you. Um, what have you done with Maryanne?”

“Presently? Nothing. She is my devoted servant.”

“Your servant?”

“Oh yes. As you must have surmised, I am not from your plane. However, my servants allow me to, how shall I say, manipulate events in despite of my not being here. In truth, Maryanne is my first such servant in a rather long while.”

“I exist only to serve you, my Master.” said Maryanne.

“You see?” observed Balphagor. He grinned, showing startlingly white teeth. “Now, my dear, if you would be so good as to step over here into my circle, I have some things I would do with you.”

Suzanne’s pulse jumped up another notch.

“Oh no. Maryanne may be your servant, but I’m fine just where I am.”

The demon’s smile widened.

“My dear Suzanne. Why do you think Maryanne brought you here? Do you think your friend so foolish as to lure you here and then not place you in a position where I cannot have you?”

“But- I’m in a circle of protection!”

“Actually, that circle is very similar to this one. It’s not really a lie, though. Maryanne is quite protected from you.”

Suzanne’s jaw dropped. “Maryanne?” she squeaked.

Maryanne looked at her. “Go to Him, Suzanne. He wants you.”

Suzanne leapt from the chair, hit something solid, and sprawled backwards to the floor, knocking the chair over. It was as though the air over the circle had turned to glass, trapping her within its confines.

As she fought to control her breathing, to keep from hyperventilating, she realized that Balphagor was chuckling.

“Maryanne, if you would?”

Maryanne stood up, and walked to the circle where Suzanne was trapped. Suzanne was too shocked to even plead with her. In her hand, Maryanne held a small stick of chalk.

She bent over, touched it to the circle around Suzanne, and swiftly ran it along the ground to the pentagram.

Suzanne looked up at Balphagor, but he was no longer there. She blinked, and then saw that he had become a pool of black slime, coating the bottom of the pentagram.

A thin streamer emerged from the pool, and began to flow along the chalk line to her circle.

Oh God. How could she stop it? She didn’t want to touch it – it was moving quickly along the line, a rivulet of black ink. She grabbed the chair, but as she yanked on it she realized that it was now partly out of the circle, and it felt like it was embedded in concrete.

The black fluid had reached her circle, now, and was bubbling up into a sphere, transferring itself from one magical prison to another.

Suzanne, backed up against the invisible force trapping her here, tried not to cry as she watched the last of the black ooze race across the chalk, and Balphagor begin to take shape in front of her.

A different shape. She found herself looking down into the eyes of a female demon, now, with a dense head of shoulder-length straight hair, and smooth, full breasts. All jet black.

The red eyes were the same.

The demon raised a hand to touch her, and she flinched. Then its smooth hand ran across her cheek, and turned her head back to face it.

“Now, my dear, this won’t be so bad.” It smiled. “Actually, it will be, but after I’m done you’ll feel much better about the whole thing.”

“What, what are you going to do to me?”

Balphagor stroked her cheek.

“Well, as I told you, Maryanne is only my first servant up here.” Balphagor’s eyes seemed to glow brighter. “You shall be my second.”

Suzanne started to cry, quietly.

Balphagor slid her hand around Suzanne’s back, and drew in close to her.

“Mmm,” she said, licking Suzanne’s cheek, “salty.” Her other hand slid around Suzanne from the other direction, holding her in a lover’s clinch. She drew Suzanne in for a kiss, Suzanne offering only token resistance, tears still sliding down her cheeks.

Balphagor’s lips were warm and smooth, and just a touch too firm to be human. Suzanne couldn’t look into the fiery red eyes, which at this distance seemed to resolve into red irises on red eyes; she shut her eyes tightly, and tried to pull away. Balphagor only held her tighter, pressing her own breasts into Suzanne’s, pushing her nude crotch against Suzanne’s jeans.

Something started to unzip her pants, causing the pinned girl to exclaim – only to be cut short as Balphagor’s tongue slid into her mouth. It was huge, and seemed to fill her mouth, sliding around to the very back of her own tongue. Just like the demon’s lips, it was warm and smooth, and ever so slightly unnatural.

It began to grow thorns.

Balphagor released her and drew back, but the two remained connected by the tremendous tongue now dangling from Balphagor’s mouth. Suzanne grabbed at it, but the sides of the tongue had grown large spikes, giving it the appearance of a tremendous centipede. It began to push its way down her throat; she tried desperately to bite it, but it didn’t even compress as she clamped down. She could feel her neck bulging as it used its thorn-limbs to clamber down inside her. Somehow, the thorns weren’t tearing her throat apart.

Balphagor whipped her own head back, and the tongue creature popped loose from her mouth. She grinned at Suzanne as the blonde girl fell to her knees, grabbing at the thing forcing its way inside her, hands growing bloody from clutching at the spiky limbs.

“Poor Suzanne,” observed Balphagor with a new tongue, “a change of perspective can be so painful.”

The lack of air was beginning to tell, as Suzanne gave up her futile struggles, and she dropped forward onto her hands, the thing dangling from her mouth. It looked like she was swallowing the creature, now; several inches slid into her, then a pause, then several more inches would slid in. She was still crying.

She fell to her side, as the last foot of the creature pulled up along her chin and into her mouth. Her eyes were staring at Balphagor, standing naked above her, but the light in them was fading. The worm’s tail flicked once as the end of it disappeared into her mouth.

Maryanne watched Suzanne’s neck deflate as the creature pulled itself down inside her. She felt tears in her own eyes – poor Suzanne! She had no idea what Master was going to do to her. Not that that was at all important, of course.

Balphagor was tracing little circles around her nipples, watching Suzanne. The stricken girl was just lying there on the floor, saliva pooling around her open mouth. She wasn’t breathing.

And then, with a moist click, she sucked in a lungful of air. Her eyelids fluttered, and she began to breathe normally. Then she sat up, and looked up at Balphagor, who was still idly playing with her breasts.

“How do you feel,” asked the demon.

“mmmmmmMMassster…” hissed Suzanne. “I am… incarnate… again…”

“It has been some while, hasn’t it?”

“So very long…” replied Suzanne, in a sibilant voice.

“There’s much to be done, my pet. I want you to teach the girl you are in the usual lessons. When you have done so, enjoy yourself for a few weeks, and then return to me. Do you understand?”

“Perfectly, Massster.” Suzanne stood up, and lolled her head around on her neck. Then, slowly, she slid both hands up under her shirt, touching her breasts. She looked down at herself, examining, sticking out her legs to look at them, checking out her butt. Then, having not stopped running her hands around her chest, she slid them both down and into her pants.

“Mmmassster, you have given me such a fine one thisss time… thank you…” hissed Suzanne, bending at the waist. Extending her tongue, she licked around Balphagor’s bare navel, and then slid down from there.

Balphagor pushed Suzanne’s head back with a palm. “Not me. I have to fetch a book, and must now be off to do so.” Balphagor smiled, and gestured at Maryanne, obediently standing outside the circle. “Her.”

Suzanne turned to face Maryanne, tongue still extended, giving her a look of such rampant lust that Maryanne blushed furiously despite their both being still fully clothed. Both of Suzanne’s hands were busily at work inside her pants.

“Maryanne.” Balphagor’s voice yanked her away from the new Suzanne’s lascivious stare.

“Master?”

“You will unsummon me. Then, you will break the circle, and let Suzanne out. I have other tasks for you, but they will require preparation. I will let you know when you are to perform them. For now, you are to once again pretend that you are not my servant, until I instruct you otherwise.”

“Yes, Master.” Maryanne hesitated.

“Well? Why are you not proceeding?”

“Master, ah, what should I do about Suzanne?”

Balphagor chuckled. “Why, nothing, slave. Suzanne is no longer any of your responsibility. Well, almost none – I imagine she will want to fuck you for hours and hours, and you will find her quite hard to resist. But she is now my creature, even more than you are, and you need not do anything more.”

Suzanne was still staring at Maryanne, and had flattened herself against the force wall. Her tongue gyrated obscenely against the invisible barrier, and her jeans were beginning to darken beneath where her hands worked furiously at her crotch.

She had to ask. “M-Master? Is she still… well…”

A frown appeared on the glossy black lips. “Your questioning me borders on the impertinent, slave. But no matter – I am pleased with you, so I shall answer. Yes, she is still the Suzanne you know. But I have put one of my minions in charge of her, like a coachman driving a carriage, so that she will learn things I wish to have her taught. My pet will leave, and Suzanne will be once more the mistress of her own destiny, quite soon – though I doubt she will ever be the same person as she was before tonight. Now, do my bidding!”

“Yes, Master.” Maryanne began the ritual of un-summoning, and soon Balphagor disappeared in a wreath of black smoke. Maryanne stepped to the circle. Suzanne was now standing in it, still looking at Maryanne, but with her mouth closed and her hands at her sides.

Maryanne extended a foot, to rub out the chalk line.

“Yesss, Maryanne, let me oouu-ut.”

She paused. Suzanne, or whoever was in her skin, had clasped her hands behind her back and was trying to look innocent.

“Well?” the new Suzanne asked, “Going to do what Balphagor told you to?”

The thrill hit her. “Yes. I must obey.” Maryanne ran a foot across the chalk, smearing it, breaking the circle. There was a slight sound like a bubble popping. She looked up at Suzanne.

She had almost expected Suzanne to rush her, but the blond girl just smiled, in her usual fashion, and leisurely sauntered out of the circle. She reached the podium, ran a hand lightly along the top, and turned to face Maryanne at the broken circle.

“Well? Do you have any cleanup to do?”

“Ah, yeah. I have to make things look the way they usually do.”

“Hm. Well, let me know when it’s time to go.”

“Can’t you just go whenever you want?”

Suzanne stepped away from the podium, to the easy chair, and draped herself over it.

“Sure I can. Get cleaning, hon.”

Maryanne busied herself wiping up all traces of the extra chalk lines, double checked that all the paraphernalia were in their correct places, and turned the book back to the page that the other girl had left it on. Suzanne merely watched her, curled up in the easy chair. It was almost stranger to look up and see her blue eyes, so very normal looking. It would have been more reassuring if they glowed like Balphagor’s did.

Maryanne paused at the podium.

“Done?” asked Suzanne.

“I think so. Master explained that he was making her less observant, so I don’t think she’ll notice that the candles are a bit burned down. Yeah, I think that’s it.”

“Wonderful,” replied Suzanne, as she rose from the chair and pressed herself up against Maryanne. “Then it’s time for us to go back to my place.”

“Your place?”

“My place. I’m going to fuck your brains out, Maryanne. You know, Suzanne always thought you were awfully pretty, with your loose curls and your slightly distracted air. Of course, on her own she would never have thought of fucking you, but now that I’m here we’re all for it.” Maryanne was still holding on to the podium, and Suzanne draped herself across her back. She began to suck on her earlobe.

“But… I don’t like girls. Like that.”

Suzanne ran a fingernail down Maryanne’s neck. “You don’t yet. Before the sun comes up, you’ll be begging to fasten your mouth back onto Suzanne’s sweet little twat. You don’t like girls because you haven’t had one. Haven’t had me.”

“But…”

“Shhh. Be quiet now. You’ll love it. With this hot little body to use, I can fuck you like Cleopatra and leave you begging like Marcus Antonius.” Suzanne ran her hands down onto the back of Maryanne’s, and gently pried them loose from the podium. “Come on, little girl. It’s time you got to know your friend really, really well.”

Suzanne stopped to stand the chair back up on their way out of the basement.

“Good evening, my Mistress.”

“Hi, Balphy. How’s it going?”

“All things are satisfactory to me, my Mistress. And with yourself?”

“Good, good. So, I’ve been reading this Jannalius book, and it mentions something about demon sight. Could you clarify that for me?”

“It is as my Mistress has doubtless learned – the vision of demons, acquired by mortals through poultices and other such means.”

“But what does it let you do?”

“It is very hard to explain. It lets you see what a person is thinking, not in specific terms but more like seeing a color or feeling a temperature – although more precise than either of those. It also lets one see magics and magical things.”

“Would it take away normal sight?”

“Mmm. It could, if improperly applied – and your kind are wont to apply it in such a fashion. But in general, no – if correctly obtained, it would only enhance, not detract. Although holy areas would be more painful to look at, I imagine.

“I see. So, can you give it to me?”

“You wish to have demon sight, my Mistress?”

Cindy licked her lips. “I do.”

“I can give it to you. The true demon sight, as well, not some concoction that old Jannalius might have obtained. But, my Mistress, what will you pay me?”

“The usual coin?”

Balphagor frowned, and walked in a small circle inside the pentagram.

“My Mistress, I must confess, the agreement we have has not been working out fully to my satisfaction.”

“Oh?” Cindy walked from where she had been leaning on the lectern, gingerly stepped over the pentagram on the floor, and walked up to Balphagor. “Do tell.”

“Do not mock me, woman. I had expected your mind to be a pliant mass, clay which I could shape as I saw fit. Instead I find the clay to be filled with stones, ideas which I cannot bend, secrets which I cannot have. And I am barred from using my magics.” He ran a warm hand along her neck. “Your coin is becoming debased.”

“I see. What is it that you wish to know?”

“Ah! You will just tell me, when I am entirely unable to pry it from your sleeping mind?”

“Perhaps. And you do not fool me, Balphagor. I know the extent to which you have molded me – I do things now I never did before, enjoy things that I never liked. No, Balphagor, it is not that my mind is full of stones – it is that the few stones you do find annoy you to no end.”

Balphagor smiled with his lips. “My Mistress is clever.”

“I have a good reason to be. Now tell me, what is it that you wish to know?”

His smile faded. “I wish to know why you are doing this?”

Cindy looked at him. “Ah. Yes, I suppose you wouldn’t have found that out. And you were right – I’m not going to tell you.” She raised a hand, forestalling his reply. “Not now. Perhaps… soon. In exchange for something.”

“In exchange for demon sight?”

“I would consider it, Balphy, but I think there is something you want more.”

“More?”

“I can read a calendar as well as the next witch, Balphagor. I know what tomorrow is. And I know that, were you an ambitious demon, you would attempt to use your newfound power to advance your station. By force. And I ask myself, wouldn’t the actions of a human agent be of some great value in a situation like this?”

Balphagor hissed, and grabbed Cindy by the shoulders. His fingertips were sharp, and they dug into her flesh. His face, impassive, was inches from hers.

“Impressive, little witch. If I did not know better, I would suspect that you have been searching through my mind, rather than the other way around. I must remember to avoid placing so much value on your slumbering and open mind, when your consciousness is so much more incisive. Yes, I could use a human agent tomorrow night, to bind key figures among my enemies, that I may deal with them one at a time rather than en masse. And, if I give you their names, you can do so.” He stared at her, and his face began to shift, to soften at the temples and swell at the lips, until Cindy was looking into her own face again. “But how can I know that you will not parlay with them, and cast me down? I am dangerous to you. You have given me the keys to your mind, but there are secrets I cannot penetrate, rooms you keep locked even from me. I cannot deliver my enemies into your hands without offering your hands to them. I cannot trust.”

Cindy looked away. “No, Balphagor, you cannot.” She paused, and returned her gaze to his face, looking into his red eyes. “And yet you have to. Will you risk trusting in me as your ally, or will you pass on this chance for power?”

The silence hung for a moment.

Then Balphagor smiled. “No, I will not pass. You have exposed yourself to me in a way that no mortal ever has – and I do not understand why. And I am ambitious. The risk is worth the reward. I will give you the demon sight, now, and in exchange you will summon three of my enemies upon the morrow, and bind them here while I throw down their castles and tread their servants under my foot. Do you agree?”

“Oh yes.”

“Then, let us not delay. Look.”

Balphagor had changed fully into Cindy-form, but now something wet slithered down, out of her pussy, something long and glistening. Cindy couldn’t resist a shiver as it touched her thigh, and stopped.

“Suck it.”

“Suck it?”

“I am a demon of lust, my Mistress. This is how my magic works.”

Cindy slid down Balphagor’s body, running her hands across the smooth, warm duplicate of herself, until she was on her knees. The cock, for that was what it was, curved a foot out from where it emerged from Balphagor’s slit. She eyed it.

“Suck it, bitch.”

Cindy looked sharply at Balphagor.

“Don’t you ever fucking do that.”

Balphagor’s eyebrows raised. Cindy stood back up.

“Balphagor, don’t you ever fucking try to force me. Ever. I will bind you and put you in a wrack that will last a thousand years.”

“But that would violate our bargain. There are penalties…”

“I don’t give a fuck. You don’t do that.”

Balphagor paused before replying.

“You’re quite serious, aren’t you?”

“Deadly fucking serious. You have the keys to my mind – one word from you and I am out like a light and pliable as rubber. And I will do anything that you ask, in exchange for what I want. But don’t ever try to force me to do anything, or you will regret it.” Cindy had her finger against Balphagor’s neck, jabbing up roughly into the demon’s chin.

“I meant nothing by it, my Mistress. Some women like it in that fashion, what is called ‘rough and tumble’.”

“Well, I don’t.” There was another long pause until Cindy exhaled, and her expression softened. “Sorry. Where were we?”

“You were about to suck the dick I have grown for you.”

“Right.” Cindy dropped back to her knees. She took a tentative lick, and then began to slide her mouth down the side of the oversized organ. She formed a circle of thumb and forefinger, licked it, and slid it down Balphagor’s cock. Her mouth followed, though she was only able to fit the first several inches inside, which she sucked on.

“That’s it. Yes. Arouse me.”

Cindy kept stroking the cock with one hand, and with the other began to play with the pussy that was an exact mirror of her own, save for this strange new organ. Balphagor rumbled.

“Good. Good.”

Cindy ran her mouth along both sides of the cock, using her tongue to try and encircle it. Although it had started out engorged, she could feel it growing stiffer. She sucked on her fingers, and put them back to work.

“Yes. Now, my Mistress, what you must do is to lean back your head, and open your eyes. I will deposit my seed in them, and you will leave it there.”

“Mur mun mrf-” Cindy pulled her head back “-you’re going to jack off into my eyes?”

“Precisely. And you must absolutely not blink.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Yes.”

“How long do I have to let your… stuff sit on my eyes?”

“Until I tell you otherwise – not more than a dozen minutes, I should think.”

“Balphagor, I’m having second thoughts about this.”

“Well, you must choose quickly, because I am very near release.”

“Can’t we do this later? After you tell me again what’s involved?”

“Mistress, this may look easy, but I have actually cast a rather powerful spell, and I am under its influence as much as, ah, as much as, ah – tilt your head back, and open your eyes.”

Cindy saw a wash of pre-cum appear at the head of the cock, to dribble down the front.

Hands still on the cock, she tilted back her head, and opened her eyes wide. Balphagor was grunting, and grabbed her ejaculating cock, holding it with both hands under the head. The first spurt shot over Cindy’s reclining face entirely, but then Balphagor pointed her cock, and the second burst went right into Cindy’s left eye.

Suddenly, her eye was full of translucent goop. It stung like the dickens. A second later, and her other eye got spattered. The cum burned her eyes, and even though she had fought the initial shock of something wet hitting her eyes, and did not blink, she realized the pain was making her gasp.

There was movement and more goop as Balphagor finished emptying whatever gland this stuff had come from into Cindy’s eyes, filling them and sending spunk trailing down her cheeks.

“Fuck, Balphy, this stuff hurts!”

“Don’t blink, my Mistress. The magics would affect your eyelids, and you would be unable to ever close your eyes. Just fight the pain. You must let the seed harden.”

“Harden?” Cindy had a strange vision of herself, kneeling, her head thrown back, with spunk puddled in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. “How long will that take?”

“Mere moments. You must resist the pain.”

“It’s getting better, although it still feels like my eyes are on fire. And I can’t see anything. And my neck hurts.”

“Be patient, my Mistress.”

“Woah. My eyes are tingling. Not on the surface, but at the back.”

“Yes, the seed is hardening.”

“Balphy, call it cum, would you? It’s cum. You have cum in my eyes, and now they are full of cum. No one calls it ‘seed’ any more.”

“Yes, Mistress. The ‘cum’ is hardening.”

“Um, are you going to take it off when it’s done?”

“I can, or I can tell you when it’s finished, and you can. Either is acceptable.”

“Unh. This feels so weird. And not in a good way, either. Now it feels like it is pulling on my eyes.”

“It is coagulating.”

“I have cum on my eyes. I can’t believe this. You know, summoning a demon, that I can deal with. A sex-shifting demon, even. But here I am kneeling, head back, letting cum dry in my eyes. It still stings like fuck. Balphy, did we have to do it this way?”

“No, but this is the fastest way. The symbolism helps the magic.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Well, a little. Also I happen to enjoy this.”

Suddenly Cindy stiffened, and her face clenched. A low moan rattled out of her throat.

“B… Balphy?”

“My Mistress?”

“I think it’s done.”

“Then it most assuredly is. Do you wish assistance?”

“I can take this stuff out of my eyes?”

“Yes.”

Cindy slowly raised her head back to vertical. The goop in her eyes had hardened to the consistency of gelatin. She raised her hands to her face, and found that it peeled off easily – the thicker plugs in her eyes pulled out with mild suction.

“Woah. Balphy, you look… different.”

Balphagor smiled his white-toothed smile.

“So do you, my Mistress.”

“I do?”

“Have you a mirror?”

Cindy walked to the podium, and took a hand mirror out from within it. Looking into it, she discovered that her eyes were now entirely black – not compound like an insect, but shiny and black as though her eyeballs were filled with ink. Like eyes carved of ebony.

“Um, Balphy, this could be a real problem.”

“Do not worry, my Mistress. That is merely your true appearance. Concentrate on what your eyes looked like before – will them to appear so again.”

Cindy ran her tongue over her lips, and thought about her eyes. Slowly, the black lightened to white, with the dark blue irises that had looked back at her whole life.

“Do I have to always think about this?”

“No, my Mistress. Although it may be a good idea to check your eyes in the morning, upon waking, for you may have taken action in dreams that you do not recall.”

“Say, can I do other colors?”

“Try.”

Cindy considered light, powder blue eyes, the color Janice Margolis had back in high school. Sure enough, her own eyes lightened until a pale blue gaze looked back at her.

“Wow. Better than contacts.”

“‘Contacts’?”

“They are like glasses, only they lie on top of your eyes. You can get colored ones.”

“How very odd.”

Cindy’s eyes returned to their usual dark blue color.

“So, ah, Balphy, is there anything else I should know about my new eyes?”

“Nothing, my Mistress, save that they will no longer shed tears.”

“No crying?”

“Correct, though they clean themselves as well as if they did.”

Cindy sighed. “Well. I guess that’s it, then.”

“My Mistress, are you not pleased?”

“I am, Balphagor. But I have taken a step, now, which I can never undo. And part of me is saddened by what I may have lost.”

“I see.”

“No matter. I think we are done for tonight.”

“And tomorrow night – my payment. You will summon my enemies, and hold them while I throw down what is theirs?”

“Absolutely. I have further need of you, and the stronger you are the better you can aid me. And it pleases me to help you achieve your goals.” Cindy seemed distracted. “Yes, your goals are so very important. I will help you achieve them.” Then she shook her head, and smiled. “Very well. I have to go see what the world looks like through these new eyes. And I imagine you have preparation to make as well.”

“Indeed I do, my Mistress. Until you require me again.”

He had seen her before; she sometimes came to church on Sundays. Suzanne, that was her name. Really pretty blonde girl. Of course, he had never seen her dressed like this.

She had on a tight – really tight – light blue skirt, and a white jogging bra under a white shirt that was so transparent it was almost not there. What really caught his eye was the ribbon around her throat. Somehow it just screamed “Hey, I’m a really good time…”

Shit! She had seen him staring!

Tom looked down at his food, embarrassed. She shouldn’t dress like that if she didn’t want men to look at her, should she? If only he hadn’t been staring at her, he could have maybe worked up the nerve to ask her out – she seemed really nice, in church. But now, well, he was just another guy staring at her in the quad.

He dared a glance up. Woah – she was looking at him! And she didn’t seem angry. In fact…

Suzanne smiled at him with smoldering eyes, her eyebrows lowered just enough to hook him with promise. She ran her tongue across her upper lip, slowly, never breaking eye contact.

The boy’s mouth hung open. Suzanne turned to face him, uncrossed her legs, and stood up to begin walking towards him.

She was coming over! And she wasn’t wearing underwear! God, he had seen under her skirt and she wasn’t wearing underwear and here she was coming over to talk to him and she knew he had seen she wanted him to see…

“Hi.”

“Aigch. Hi!”

“I’m Suzanne. Haven’t I seen you in… church?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m Tom. Er – sit down?”

“Thanks, Tom.” She scissored her legs and lowered herself onto the seat. “So, Tom, what year are you?”

“I’m ah, I’m a sophomore. You?”

“Me too. Having a good quarter?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Do you like to dance, Tom?”

“Er, sure, I guess.”

“Would you like to come dancing with me on Saturday?”

“Yes! Sure! That would be fun.”

“Great.”

Tom hesitated. “Um – how late would we be out?”

Suzanne smiled.

“All night, if you play your cards right.”

“Um, I usually go to church on Sunday morning.”

“Well, Tom, that’s really too bad. You totally seem like my type. I tell you what, let me give you my phone number, and if you want to see how a girl like me can show a boy like you a good time, call me on Saturday, and we’ll go out. I’d really like that.”

“I, well, ah-”

But she was already walking away.

“So, Balphy, how did it go?”

“My Mistress, it went, how is it said, like clockwork. My enemies have been thrown down or cowed into accepting my change in status. The greater devils of Lust have been impressed by my initiative, and are pleased with my success.”

“Very good, Balphy.”

“Yes, it is, my Mistress. And I owe much of this success to you. Baz’zt Uhathaio and Yglqualuc returned to find their strongholds in ruins, their servants butchered. I destroyed them both personally.”

“Glad to be of assistance.”

“And your price? Are the eyes pleasing you?

“Oh my, yes. I had no idea the things that I would see. It is as you said, like normal vision only much improved. I can read the emotions of those around me, while still seeing them just as I would normally.”

“I am gratified that you are pleased.”

They eyed each other for a moment.

“So, I suppose you are wondering why I called you here this evening?”

“I am.”

“That was a joke, Balphy.”

“Ah.”

“Never mind. I feel like doing some more research, and have another text I would like you to procure for me.”

“Very well.”

“Hrufwelin’s Combinatorica.”

“I see.”

“What would you like in exchange?”

“Perhaps my Mistress has changed her mind about giving me a child?”

“Mine, or someone else’s?”

“Yours, my Mistress. By me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Isn’t that a bit steep for just a book?”

“There is only one copy, my Mistress. Have you a counteroffer?”

“How about four hours during which you can try and make me want to have your child?”

“Eight.”

“Four is more than fair, Balphy.”

“My Mistress does not play the game according to the rules. Six.”

“Five.”

Balphagor nodded. “Then let it be five. I will have them now. Tuag na…”

“Balphagor, wait, I….” Her protest died out as Cindy’s eyes lost focus, and her head drooped to her chest.

“Sit in the chair, Cindy.”

“Yes,” she replied dully. “sit.”

“Good. Now slide off your pants.”

“Yes…”

The summons had awoken her, and Maryanne proceeded quickly and quietly across campus to the library. On the way there, she thought mostly about Suzanne. What had Master put into her? Was she really enjoying the things that whatever-it-was was making her do?

Maryanne had. She shivered when she thought of that night. Such pleasure…

But then Maryanne had left for her own apartment, and she hadn’t seen Suzanne since. It had been several days, and although it was Master’s will, she worried about what the new Suzanne was doing. And to whom.

For her part, she had been reading the books, as Master wanted. Each time she read them, she felt closer to him. More in tune with his needs. A better slave.

The elevator door opened, and the cool air from the ground floor was pushed aside by warmer air from this basement level. Maryanne wondered if it was always so warm in here, or if it was just the presence of her Master. She could feel him behind the magic veil that blocked that end of the room.

And hear him, as she came closer. He was speaking with someone, and from the way they were interacting, Maryanne knew it must be the other woman, the one who had been in the chair before.

It was. The redhead with the pageboy hair and the nice tits was slumped in the chair, idly repeating the things Balphagor told her. Maryanne realized that it was her shape that Balphagor had taken when he put that thing into Suzanne. He was in his male form currently, but Maryanne looked closely at the girl in the chair, and was certain that it was exactly her body that Balphagor had worn.

Then Maryanne noticed the girl’s eyes. They were black, like two polished onyx spheres. Like Balphagor.

Balphagor had seen Maryanne, but was still talking to the girl in the chair, so she dropped to her knees next to where the girl was obediently repeating and awaited her Master’s command.

Balphagor asked the girl a question.

“Do you like my little friend?”

“Yes. I like it.”

The girl twitched. Maryanne didn’t understand what Master was referring to, so she knelt up a little higher to look at the girl in the chair.

Although she had her shirt on, she wasn’t wearing anything below the waist – and between her thighs, something black and wriggling crouched. It was a ball of the same black stuff Balphagor was made of – and the girl’s eyes. It was covered with hundreds of little wriggly tentacles, all of which were turned in towards the girl’s pussy, which it was flush against.

It must have felt great. After her night with Suzanne, Maryanne was less shocked by sex toys. Balphagor continued.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. So good.”

“This is how good it feels to be in my power.”

“Yes. Feels good to be in your power.”

“You love having me in your mind.”

“Yes. I love having you in my mind.”

“Yes, you do. You enjoy it so very much.”

“I enjoy it so very much.” The girl twitched again.

“You want me to hypnotize you as much as possible.”

“Yes. I want you to hypnotize me as much as possible.”

“You like having me inside you.”

“Yes. I like having you inside me.”

“You want to have me inside you all the time.”

“I want you inside me all the time.”

“You want my child inside you, all the time.”

“I… I… No, I don’t. I don’t want a child.”

“Why do you not want to have my child?”

“It is uncomfortable to be pregnant. I don’t want you to use me like that. Having a child hurts.”

“Ah, but having this child would not hurt. It is not a human child, it is my child. A demon child. You know that it will not hurt, if we do not want it to.”

“I… don’t know.”

“Yes, you do know. You are certain it would not hurt.”

“I am certain it would not hurt.”

“Cindy, I want you to repeat something, and each time you repeat it, it will become more true, until you believe it with all of your heart. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“You will say ‘I want Balphagor to make me pregnant. I want to have a demon child.’ And each time you say it, it will be more true. It will become the truest thing you know. You will do this?”

“I will do this.”

“Then begin.”

“I want Balphagor to make me pregnant. I want to have a demon child.”

The thing clinging to her pussy writhed, and Cindy shivered.

I want Balphagor to make me pregnant. I want to have a demon child.”

Writhe. Shiver.

I want Balphagor to make me pregnant…”

Satisfied, Balphagor turned to Maryanne.

“Slave.”

“Master. Um, Master?”

“Yes, slave?”

“If you want a child, I would give you one.”

Balphagor smiled. “I know, slave. Perhaps you shall, perhaps you shall. For now, it suffices that you obey me in all things. But now, I have a task for you.”

“I will obey.”

“Of course you will. Do you see in the second circle, the wrapped item I have placed there?”

Maryanne looked at the circle where Suzanne had been tricked into sitting. On the chair was a small bundle of red cloth.

“I do.”

“Inside that wrapping is a needle. You will return to your dwelling with the package. Once there, you will open the wrapping. Do not touch the needle. Above all, you are not to touch the needle. You are to hold the end of the needle with the cloth, and then you are to stab it into your roommate’s heart.”

Maryanne went cold.

“Bethany?”

“Yes, Bethany. The woman you dwell with. You are to drive the needle into her sleeping heart.”

“But…”

“Slave, you will do as I command.”

“I don’t want to hurt Bethany!”

“What you want is irrelevant! You are my slave, and I am commanding you to do this. Will you obey me?”

“Don’t make me do this, Master.”

“Will you obey?”

“Please.”

“Look into my eyes, Maryanne. Yes. Who am I?”

“My Master.”

“And will you obey your master?”

“I… I must obey my Master.”

“Even when he commands you to do things you don’t want to do?”

“Even… especially then.”

“Then will you take my needle, and stab it into your roommate’s heart?”

“I… I will.”

“Good. Remember, do not touch the needle. Now go.”

She hurried from the room, tears streaking her face. Behind her, Cindy was still droning out her desire to become pregnant.

“So, Tom, did you have a good time?”

Tom was walking Suzanne back to her apartment. The part of his conscience that knew he would kill himself if he passed up this chance had won out, and he called Suzanne on Friday. Tonight, he had picked her up at eight, and they hopped on the metro. She had taken him to six bars, four clubs, and finally a warehouse rave where Tom had done E for the first time. Now it was going on six AM.

“Jeez, Suzanne, that was incredible. I had the totally best time of my life. How did you find out about those places?”

“You just have to ask, Tom. Of course, it helps to be a pretty girl in a leather dress.”

They arrived at her door.

“Well, uh, I had a great time.”

“You’re such a total gentleman, Tom. Would you like to come in?”

“I, ah, yeah.”

“Then please, do.” She opened the door, and flipped on the lights. “Sorry it’s just a studio. You can sit on the bed – I’m going to use the bathroom and slip into something more comfortable. Leather is one of my favorite things to wear, but it’s not the first word in relaxation.”

He watched her tight, leather-clad ass as she sashayed over to the bathroom, and closed the door. Then he went over and sat on the bed.

Oh, boy. This was it – she totally wanted him. He was finally gonna lose his cherry. And with such a hottie! God damn – he had been watching her in that tight leather outfit all night. She had been hit on at least four times that he saw, but she had totally blown them off and hung on his arm. And the dancing – he had a stiffie all night from her grinding against him.

“There, this is about as comfortable as it gets, wouldn’t you say?”

Suzanne was standing silhouetted in the door. Buck naked. Tom’s jaw dropped.

“What do you think?” Suzanne slowly pirouetted, turning around on her tiptoes.

“I, ah, you are incredible.”

“I am, aren’t I?” She finished her turn, and came back down on her feet. “And I’m yours, baby. Come on – I’m showing you mine, now you show me yours.” She walked to the bed as Tom hopped off and fumbled with his clothes.

He had succeeded in removing his shoes and socks, and was working on his shirt, when she reached him.

“Let me,” she breathed, and dropped to her knees. Without even looking at his belt, she unzipped his fly, pulled open the flap of his underwear, and fished out his penis.

“Oooh, that’s a nice one. God, I can’t wait-” Suzanne sucked his hardening prick into her mouth. Tom goggled at her, as she began sliding her head backwards and forward on his dick. He moaned as the sensation hit him.

“Oh. Oh wow. Ah.” Suzanne was bobbing, sucking, and obviously enjoying every second of it. Even if it weren’t the most incredible thing Tom had ever felt, her sheer enthusiasm for his prick would have had him ready to shoot in seconds.

“Oh, Suzanne – stop, I think I’m going to, oh-” Suddenly, Suzanne gripped the base of his cock hard between her thumb and forefinger, and pulled her lips from his dick with a pop.

“Tom, is this your first time?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” he admitted, hesitantly.

“Then you should be good for several rounds, lover. Go ahead and shoot in my mouth – we’ll have you hard again real quick.” She slid his dick back into her mouth, and released the pressure of her fingers until she was just lightly sliding them up and down his shaft. Sure enough, he was nearing climax again within the minute.

Suzanne could tell, and she pulled back to the end of his cock while her fingers tickled him, just keeping her lips on the tip – and he came, arching back his head and clutching at her while he filled her mouth with cum. She kept running her fingers up and down his shaft as he ejaculated into her mouth.

With just a small sucking sound, she pulled off of his prick, and stood up, sliding her hands under his shirt. When her face was level with his, he could see that her cheeks were slightly bulging – she smiled at him, and with an exaggerated motion, swallowed in one long pull.

“Aaaahhhh,” she said, mouth wide, with streamers of cum between her lips, which she pushed together with her tongue and pulled into her mouth. “I love sucking cock. Especially a nice one like yours, although we’ll have to work on your stamina.”

While she was talking, she had unbuttoned Tom’s shirt, and was now undoing his belt.

“So, um, Tom,” Suzanne asked, in a little girls voice. “Would you be willing to do the same for me?”

“Oh yeah, Suzanne, sure. Although I’ve never-”

“Then I’ll tell you what to do, baby.” She dropped his pants to the floor, and hopped up on the bed. “First you should come up here and rub your sexy body all over me. And then we’ll get nasty.”

The room was dark, and blurry through her tears.

“Master commands,” Maryanne said in a flat voice, drowning out the whimpering in her head.

“Master commands, and this slave will obey.”

With that, Maryanne brought the black needle down hard into the center of Bethany’s sleeping chest. Her roommate’s eyes flew open, and she sucked in a loud, gasping breath. Then she collapsed back onto the bed, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream. Maryanne let go of the cloth, which fell onto the bed next to Bethany – the blunt end of the needle sticking out several inches above Bethany’s still chest.

Maryanne dropped to her knees, weeping quietly.

Outside, the night was undisturbed. What had she become? First she had turned Suzanne into that, that sex monster – and now she had killed Bethany. She had to obey Master, but it was so hard. She didn’t want to hurt anyone. Maybe the police would come, now, and lock her up, where she couldn’t hurt anyone else. Oh God, she had killed Bethany!

“Maryanne,” came Bethany’s voice from above her.

Maryanne rose up on her haunches to look at Bethany, still sprawled on the bed. The needle was gone from her chest, though her nightgown had a singed hole where Maryanne had stabbed through it. She was looking at Maryanne.

“B-B-B-Bethany?”

“No. Right letter, wrong name, my slave.”

“Balphagor?” whispered Maryanne.

“Yes. You have done well, my slave. This woman is now my vessel. Although I cannot appear myself on your plane, I can enter this ‘Bethany’ whenever I desire. And although she is flesh, she will be a very useful tool.”

“Is Bethany… dead?”

“Ah, my poor little Maryanne. Still burdened with her human morality. No, my slave, Bethany is not dead. She is right here – I have just put her to sleep while I borrow her body for a while. So do not cry over your dear Bethany. Killing her would serve no purpose, and would raise suspicions I don’t want raised. Besides, my pet, I would not have you despise me. You have pleased me, Maryanne. You are a fine tool. And now your roommate is, too, although she will not know it.”

“Master, it was so hard… please don’t make me…”

“Hush, slave. You have done well. I have a more direct tool, now, and I will not need you to do the hard things for me, anymore. Now, I must get back to my other task, this evening. I don’t know why she wants this book, but she has paid for it. Good night, Maryanne. I am well pleased.”

“Th-thank you, Master.”

The room was quiet, and then Bethany sat up, screaming – Maryanne leapt to her feet, startled. Bethany stared at her with wild eyes.

“Ma-Maryanne! Oh God, it was just a dream. Just a dream. Oh God, Maryanne, please hold me.”

It was almost too many shocks for Maryanne in too short a time, but the need for human contact in her roommate’s face was too great for her to resist, and she knelt on the bed while Bethany clutched her and shivered in her embrace.

“Oh, Maryanne, it was the most terrible dream. I was in a cage, a cage made of black metal twisted into thorns, and I was naked, and the cage was suspended over a lake of fire. And there were these things, talking to me, but they sounded like insects and I was so scared…”

Maryanne stroked her hair. She knew what she was supposed to say.

“Shh, Bethany. Shh. It was just a dream.

Just a dream.”

“Unh. Unh. Unh.”

The age-old sound of fucking filled Suzanne’s apartment. Tom had reached heaven and gone out the other side – it was almost ten o’clock, and he was exhausted after four hours and five climaxes. They were in doggy style, now, Tom leaning heavily on Suzanne’s back, gripping her hips as she knelt on all fours and pushed back at him. They were both covered in sweat – and so were the sheets, and the pillows, and the floor…

But it was so fucking great.

Suddenly, he was climaxing again, his dick jerking and shooting blanks into Suzanne’s pussy, which had already taken whatever he had in him. His hands slid off of her hips, and he fell heavily forward, his chest just touching her back. Suzanne had come already, and simply slowed her panting as Tom stopped his thrusting.

“Oh. Wow.” Tom breathed. “Enough.”

“Is that the last of your energy, lover?” asked Suzanne over her shoulder. “Hold on, just stay there. I like to feel your cock still inside me.” She hung her head a moment, and then looked back again. Tom could only see one side of her face. “That was great, lover. Whew – there’s something to be said for fucking a virgin, if you know what you are doing and can pace them right. Wow.”

“That was so great, Suzanne.” gasped Tom. “The whole night, but especially the sex. But I’m just totally exhausted now.”

“Yeah, it was pretty great, wasn’t it? Almost makes me sorry to have to do this.”

“Wha-” Tom got out, before he felt something move inside of Suzanne. He looked down at her back, worried, and then something stung his dick! Something inside Suzanne stung his dick! It was like a needle had just stabbed into the very tip of his cock, and it burned!

“AAAH!” He yelled, pulling out and falling backwards on the bed. “Wha whass agh?”

His face developed a look of terror as he realized that he couldn’t move. In fact, he could barely breathe. His eyes rolled over to watch Suzanne as she turned to face him.

“Sorry, lover. But I’m through with this one – she’ll do fine on her own, now. She’s so addicted to fucking she’s thinking about household pets. So it’s time for a change of scenery. You could certainly use the help.”

Tom could only whimper as Suzanne leaned over and kissed him, her tongue forcing his jaw open, then sliding back along his tongue.

And down his throat…

It was raining outside. Not a pounding, windy, heavy sort of rain, but a thick drizzle that seemed non-aggressive, yet soaked everything in seconds.

Inside, Cindy was lounging in the chair. Balphagor had taken on her appearance tonight, and was presently seated on a high, wooden chair that Cindy had moved into the circle. Balphagor, of course, was naked, and was seated with her legs blatantly spread. With the height difference, Cindy found herself frequently looking at her own pussy, done in onyx. It was appealing.

“You know, Balphy, I’m finding that I am much more interested in this whole having your child thing.”

“Oh, my Mistress?”

“Yeah. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure that that’s your doing. Isn’t it?”

“Perhaps my Mistress has merely had time to think about things.”

“Yeah. Sure. At any rate, although I am thinking that letting you knock me up sounds almost like fun, I also think that I might realize how dumb an idea it actually is sometime in the future. After I’ve got one in the oven. So let’s just leave that aside for a moment.”

“As my Mistress wishes.”

“You haven’t yet asked my why I summoned you tonight.”

“I imagine my Mistress will tell me in due time. Perhaps it was only for conversational purposes, although that small case you have brought would indicate otherwise.”

Cindy chuckled, and shifted around in the chair. “Ah, Balphy, you are more correct than you know. I really just want you to answer a question for me.”

“And which question is this?”

“What would happen if one were to mingle demon blood with their own?”

“An interesting and blasphemous question. And what will you give me if I tell you?”

“It’s a fairly simple question, and I have a lot of other sources for an answer. You wouldn’t be willing to tell me just because I asked?”

“Ah, my Mistress, I can only imagine how conflicting and mutually contradictory your sources are. You know as well as I that only I can answer that satisfactorily. And although I value you as… an ally, I would have my ounce of flesh in return.”

“Very well. Balphagor, what if I were to tell you – why.”

“Why, my Mistress?”

“Why I am doing this. Why I have summoned you, and yet put you in a position of some power over me. Why… why all of this?”

“This is something I have longed to know, my Mistress. I would consider myself more than compensated.”

Cindy shifted in the chair again. Then, unsatisfied, she stood up, and walked around the rear of the chair, to lean on it. She looked at herself in black, seated naked on the wooden chair, and began.

“Three summers ago, Balphagor, there was a girl who had been accepted to college. She was through with her childhood, and to mark the beginning of adulthood, she traveled to Paris. I am sure that even in your removed experience, you are familiar with the city of lights?”

Balphagor nodded, and she continued.

“She was there for two weeks, and the city was all she had expected, and more. The people, the culture, the sense of… the fullness of life. When the time came to return home, she regretfully packed her bags, and that evening took one last tour of the neighborhood she had been living in.

Perhaps lost in the feel of the city, she neglected to pay much attention to her surroundings. Perhaps she was composing a poem in her head. At any rate, she soon discovered herself in the center of a group of young men. Although she tried to push her way out of the group, she found that they were very intentionally herding her into a small alley nearby. When she tried to run, they beat her, and forced a wadded up sock into her mouth.

They took turns raping her in that alley. There were fourteen of them. No one came to help – when they finally left her, she struggled to the butcher shop on the corner and broke a window, which brought the police.

At the station, the police took her report, but informed her that it was very unlikely her assailants would ever be caught. They told her she should be more careful, wandering around on her own. They told her to go home.”

Cindy stopped. There was a long moment.

Then Balphagor spoke. “But my Mistress, why have you not had me punish your enemies? It would be as nothing to find them, and bind them in torment for a thousand thousand years. I could do this in a trice. Yet you have not once mentioned them.”

“You misunderstand me, Balphagor. I will punish them in due course. But they are nothing. They are faceless non-beings who could be anyone in any city in any nation. The problem wasn’t them, Balphagor. It was me. I was weak. I could not stop them. I was helpless to resist as they did the worse thing to me I could imagine. And I will never, ever be that weak again. You are here to show me power, Balphagor. To give me magic that will let me be the aggressor. So that when they come to me in my dreams, the way they do so often, I will not cower and be their victim. I will burn their eyes out and laugh as they scream. I don’t want revenge, Balphagor. I want power. That,” Cindy spat out, “is why you are here.”

“I see.”

“So, Balphagor, you have your reason. Give me my answer.”

“I shall, my Mistress. But, before… I wish to say something. To me, rape is nothing. It is laughable. In Hell, one heartbeat can be worse than a lifetime of rape. But your… hunger… your hunger shines with an incandescence that blinds me to look upon it. We play our little game, you and I, a game of pleasure and of risk. But whatever we may become in the future, I want you to know that, at this moment, you have impressed me. And that is no little thing.”

Cindy smiled a twisted smile. “Thank you, Balphagor.”

“Your answer, my Mistress?”

“Go on.”

“It would make that person in some part a demon, if it were not instantly fatal. The mingling of blood would be intensely painful, and if the human were overwhelmed by the pain, they would die on the spot. If they survived, however, they would take on some demonic nature. Speed, strength, aversion to holy places… that sort of thing. It really varies by the demon, and the person. As you might assume, it is consummately bad for one’s soul.”

“So, the more powerful the demon, the more powerful the blood, right?”

“And the more dangerous, my Mistress.”

“How powerful is Ygl whatever?”

Balphagor chuckled. “You mean ‘was’. ‘How powerful was Yglqualuc?’ He was quite powerful – more individually powerful than I was, certainly.” Then he frowned. “You don’t mean…”

“Why yes, Balphagor, I do mean.” Cindy lifted the case from where it sat next to the chair, and placed it on her lap. She spun it to face Balphagor, and popped open the clasps.

“Recognize anything?”

Inside was a large vial of a black substance, which seemed to slowly swirl inside its glass container. Lying next to it, in a velvet holder, was a silver colored syringe set.

In a flat voice, Balphagor replied: “Yglqualuc. My Mistress, I strongly recommend against this course of action. I understand, now, why it must appeal to you, but Yglqualuc was quite powerful, and the risk you are considering is greater than you think. If you do this, you will probably not survive. Let us proceed more slowly. This is rash.”

Cindy swiveled the case around to face herself. She held the vial up in front of her face, pondered it. “Yiggy was a demon of lust, too, wasn’t he?”

“My Mistress, please.”

Cindy put the vial down, and smiled at Balphagor. “Relax, Balphy.” She picked up the syringe set, and opened it. “I know you are seeing someone else. Losing me won’t bar you from this world.”

“My Mistress, how did you… no. No matter. My Mistress, I implore you not to do this.”

Cindy stuck the needle into the vial, and pulled back the plunger, filling the syringe. She took it out, and pushed the plunger up until just a drop of the black fluid hung at the tip of the needle. She looked at Balphagor. “Why not?”

“My Mistress, you have… great value to me. I do not want you to destroy yourself.”

“Don’t worry about it, Balphy. I’ll be fine.”

Then she injected herself with the full contents.

And began to scream…

Tamara was at home, waiting for Cindy. Her friends had been on her case about not going out with them lately. It was true, Tamara thought, I’ve been spending most of my time with Cindy. Mostly in bed, to be precise. How can I tell my friends that I am sleeping with my roommate? Not that I regret a minute of it. Boy, I bet my mom would freak.

The door opened; Tamara hadn’t even heard the key in the lock. In fact, as it swung open, there was no hand to be seen on the doorknob – but then she forgot all that as Cindy entered, her gait so smooth that she didn’t walk so much as floated into the room. Tamara’s mouth dropped open.

“Jesus, Cindy. Are you all right?”

Cindy turned her eyes to meet Tamara’s, and the effect of her entrance was redoubled. Cindy’s skin was pale, almost waxy, but her lips were a startling blood red. Her dark orange-red hair seemed to give her dark blue eyes a reddish tint. She looked like a vampire from some early seventies horror movie.

Complete with hypnotic eyes. As Cindy glided over towards her, Tamara found all her questions floating away, unasked, as she became lost in the power of Cindy’s attention. She had been dumbstruck by Cindy before, but this was new – she felt like a cog in an infinitely greater machine, and the engineer had arrived to tell her how to function. It was so overwhelming that the engineer would take an interest in something as insignificant as she, and she quivered to receive its instruction.

Cindy was at her now, her deep blue eyes – there were hints of red in them, like they were reflecting a red light that wasn’t in the room – her eyes holding Tamara, taking her measure. Tamara looked up at her, waiting, supplicant.

“I’m quite fine.”

What? Oh, yes, the question. Cindy’s eyes dropped to the dress Tamara was wearing, and with the scrutiny gone, Tamara found her voice again.

“Cindy, you look so, so…”

The eyes returned, but this time they were just eyes, those pretty eyes that Tamara could gaze into after lovemaking. The demanding eyes, the eyes that looked right into her soul, were gone as if they had never been.

“So what?”

“So pale! Your skin is… white!”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, but…”

Cindy stroked her cheek. “Shhh. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. Better than ever.” She smiled. “I’ll show you.”

Cindy stepped back, and pulled off her shirt. Her skin was as pale underneath, but under her white bra there were two dark circles – sure enough, as she unsnapped her bra and took it off, Tamara saw that Cindy’s nipples were a dark, dark red, matching her lips. Nipples the color of heart’s blood.

“Jeez, Cindy…”

“Don’t you like my new look?”

“I don’t…it’s…”

But the eyes were back, sucking her in. Telling her that everything was all right, was the way it should be. She did like the new look. It was different, startlingly so, but it was also very, very sexy. Like a vampire.

“Yes. I like your new look.”

“Touch me.”

Gingerly, Tamara reached out to Cindy’s breast. It was warm under her fingertips – she realized she had half expecting it to be cool, alien. How silly. It was just the way it had been before, smooth, full, appealing. Tamara licked her lips, and Cindy stepped forward for her to kiss her dark red nipple. She licked at it, sucked it into her mouth, rolled it with her tongue. Her arms slid around Cindy’s back, and Cindy pulled her to her feet for a long kiss. A long, hard kiss – Cindy was hungry.

They threw off their clothes quickly. Cindy was pulling at her, kneading her buttocks, her waxy skin pressed close against Tamara’s tanned hardness. Tamara suddenly had to taste her, and slid her face down, between her breasts and across her smooth stomach to her pussy – the scent of it was familiar, and Tamara barely marveled at the contrast of the reddish hair (lighter than on Cindy’s head) and the pale skin before she dove in, kissing, sucking, licking.

Tamara was now just a vessel for the red lust which had been poured into her, and she could only obey, feeding at the altar for all she was worth. Cindy moaned, leaning back against the desk, spreading her legs, giving Tamara access to the only thing she wanted. It wasn’t the gentle teasing that they usually began with, licking the labia and flicking the clit – it was a driving need, and Tamara was burying her tongue up inside Cindy, tasting her, pushing her face into Cindy’s wet folds, wiggling her tongue around as deeply in her cunt as it could go.

Cindy’s hips bucked as she rode Tamara’s face, feeling the tongue deep inside her. She felt her orgasm rising up in her, and was still for just a moment before coming hard, clutching at Tamara’s head, crying out. She could only lean heavily on the desk for another moment before her legs gave out on her and she sank onto Tamara, bearing the girl down, her face still buried between Cindy’s legs, sucking, working. Cindy grabbed the chair, lowered herself to the ground.

Tamara lifted her head from between Cindy’s legs, her lower face glistening, her chin dripping. Cindy had a sudden image of something small and black, with wriggling tentacles like a sea anemone, something else that had been between her legs – but it disappeared before she could wonder at it.

Tamara was wild-eyed. “Oh God, Cindy, I am so fucking horny. You taste so fucking, fucking good.”

“Bed, Tammy. We should get to a bed.”

“Mine’s clear.” Tamara rose to her feet, reached for Cindy’s hands. “We could get the toybox…”

Cindy grabbed Tamara’s outstretched hands, pulled herself up. “Maybe later. Right now I have to get my face between your legs.”

The two bolted for the bedroom.

“Hey, Laurie.”

Laurie looked over at the next table. She almost didn’t recognize Tom – he was in a smart-looking collared shirt and a new haircut.

“Hi, Tom.”

“Anyone sitting with you?”

“Nope.”

“May I join you?”

“Be my guest.”

He was definitely different from when she had taken calculus with him last spring. For one thing, he had some sort of really nice cologne on.

“So, Laurie, how are you doing these days?”

“Oh, fine. Busy with school, stuff like that.”

“As I recall, you were focusing on Biology.”

She smiled. Nice that he remembered. “Yeah, I am.”

“Say, I was wondering – has anyone asked you to the sock hop this coming weekend? The Student Union is putting it on.”

Wow. How flattering! “No, no one has.”

“I’d love to take you, if you’re interested.”

She looked at him again. He sure had spiffed up since she had last seen him. What the hell – she’d give him a chance.

“That would be fun.”

“Wonderful! I’ll come by your place on Friday. So, tell me more about your courses.” He smiled, and his teeth sparkled. He smelled really good.

THE END