DEMON’S COLOR

Jacqui sat on her sofa and slowly unwrapped the orb. She held it in her hand and turned it around to follow the patterns of red swirls. Then she let it rest still in her lap and again she had the sensation that it was moving. She gazed as if hypnotized by the colors. Gradually, though, they seemed to calm and take shape. Jacqui was sure she could make out a face, a strange one at that, red naturally, alien but entrancing, beautiful she would say. It was a female face, slender and serene but with full red lips. The only thing that seemed unusual were the two horns rising from the forehead, and as she looked at them in particular, even they seemed to have an elegance, an authority. Jacqui suddenly felt the urge to grasp the orb, and she picked it up in both hands, staring at herself reflected in the shiny glass. She jumped a little, as if a static charge had run through her. As her eyes focused on the orb it was almost as if it showed her own face, the patterns matching to the reflection from the glass. Jacqui could not look away, but focused on this face, but unlike the previous one it seemed to be changing, the lips filling out, the eyes losing their detail, her hair lengthening to frame her face, the skin somehow becoming more uniformly scarlet. Then the image settled, it somehow looked like herself but with elements of the first face she had seen.

Jacqui blinked a few times and shook her head. She must be tired, seeing things in the random pattern of a glass ornament. She dismissed the idea, but took the orb to put it on a prominent place on the shelf, knowing that she would gaze into it again in the future so that it could show her things.

As she sat on the underground train the following day, Jacqui’s attention wandered. She guessed she had been working too hard, even for a Monday morning she felt tired, not really tired, but distracted and she had been unable to focus on the book she had brought with her. By this stage she was usually deep within it, but today instead she found herself gazing at the people stepping on and off the train. She did not know what she was looking for, but guessed she would know when she spotted it.

The thing that caught her attention was a flash of red further up the carriage. At first Jacqui guessed it was someone’s bag, then the crowd around her seemed to part and she saw a woman in the wool coat sitting down. Jacqui realized it had been her gloves, they were bright red leather and stuck out against the dark sober suit, coat and shoes she wore. Jacqui felt jealous, their color was bold, and the gloves embraced her hands. Jacqui chided herself, even with her bosses emphasizing dull colors for their workforce, probably much like this woman’s, there was nothing to stop Jacqui behaving like her and wearing bright red leather gloves to and from work.

The woman got up at Jacqui’s stop and both of them walked to the door. Though Jacqui usually hurried off the train, this time something held her back, she felt she should give way for the woman in red gloves.

“Lovely gloves.” Jacqui said as she stood back to let the woman get off the train ahead of her, but she doubted the woman heard her and in moments she had disappeared into the crowd.

At work, Jacqui found it difficult to concentrate, adding to her feeling that she had been working too hard. However, when Ms. Peters introduced a new colleague from head office, Ms. Melville, Jacqui felt herself come alive. She was a woman in her fifties, in a smart suit that was cut severely, and almost had a sexy air about it. As Ms. Peters brought her to Jacqui’s desk, she had the irresistible urge to glance down and as she did she saw the red spike-heeled ankle boots Ms. Melville wore. Strangely in that instant she felt Ms. Melville was a woman to listen to, a woman to agree with.

“This is Jacqueline Stubbs.” Ms. Peters said.

Jacqui jumped to her feet and shook Ms. Melville’s hand. “Call me Jacqui.” She simpered, somehow feeling like an embarrassed girl in front of this assured woman, but she felt really assured as Ms. Melville smiled at her, as if all her problems would fade in her presence.

“If you can run through the first phase of the project with Ms. Melville. She’s going to be working with you on the second phase.” Ms. Peters said and left them together.

Ms. Melville sat down next to Jacqui and though she seemed amenable, Jacqui felt surprisingly nervous. She felt she had to impress this woman and defer to her greater knowledge.

“That’s clear Jacqui, thank you.” Ms. Melville said as Jacqui finished her outline. Jacqui felt really pleased.

“It was nothing Ms. Melville, I’m pleased to be able to serve you.” Jacqui did not wonder about her words, they seem natural.

“It will be good to be jointly leading the next phase.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think I would be up to that. The next phase is much more complex, only someone with your experience could do it properly. I would be happy to help you in anyway you need, but you are my leader.”

“If you say so. I think you are doing yourself down, but if you feel it is proper.”

“Yes, I do. I will be very happy to work for you, do whatever you want me to do.”

Ms. Melville raised her eyebrow a hint. She seemed slightly distracted. “Yes, that’s great. I can always do with a woman like you under me.”

Jacqui beamed, glad that things seemed to be working out the way she felt they should be.

“I’ll see you Monday.”

“Certainly.” Jacqui said and stood and watched Ms. Melville walking from the office, envious of the sharp suit and particularly the red ankle boots. She would ask Ms. Melville where she had bought them.

Jacqui sat down and began to work up a report on the move from the first to second stage of the project. Somewhere in her memory was the thought that she had been keen to lead the second stage, but now that seemed inappropriate. Ms. Melville was so much more experienced that herself, so much more stylish too. It was the role of someone like herself to service her every need, that was where satisfaction would come.

Surprisingly, despite having been away from her PC for a while talking to Ms. Melville Jacqui found she had only one email. Jacqui glanced at the clock on the screen, somehow hours had passed and she seemed to have missed lunch, but that was of no concern if she could help Ms. Melville get established. First though, Jacqui’s attention went to the solitary email. It was untitled which meant it was probably junk advertising, though usually the company’s firewall filtered them out. No doubt that meant it was some joke sent round by a colleague. She clicked on it to see what it was. The email instantly filled her screen with the beautiful image of a red sky at sunset. Then as she watched an attractive model strode on to the screen in front of it. She looked relaxed, not lascivious. She wore a lacy bra top and shiny skin-tight featureless black trousers. The shine and the way they hugged the model’s body suggested they were rubber. Jacqui guessed this was an ad for some porn site, but it was certainly higher quality than the usual junk mail she had received before. The woman’s hair was a russet colour, a little like Jacqui’s mother’s. It was held back by a bright red scrunchy, the same shade as her lipstick. The model looked down demurely, and picked up a jacket, as glistening as her trousers, as red as her lipstick. As she eased it on her expression seemed to slip into pure pleasure, her eyes closed, her face smiling with inner satisfaction. Jacqui felt a warm glow of pleasure rising from her pussy. Her thighs, her hips, her breasts, her arms all tingled as if it were here easing into those same clothes that the model wore.

“Wow.” Jacqui said. If they were advertising rubber clothes, this was certainly a winning approach. The screen cleared and Jacqui found it was a link through to a site called ‘Latex Leisure’, a typical website selling sex toys and clothing that Jacqui had stumbled across occasionally when shopping online. They had the jacket and trousers shown in the intro available to buy, but however she accessed it she could not get to see the film of the woman and the red jacket. A voice inside her head suggested she could buy the clothes herself and re-enact the scene, but then she got nervous the IT guys would notice the kind of site she was surfing and she cut the link.

Jacqui hurried to the ladies and splashed water on her face, to cool herself down. She went through the rest of the afternoon on auto-pilot writing the report about the first stage of the project and how Ms. Melville rather than herself would be leading the second stage. She handed it over to Angela to check while she got together the slides for the presentation next week.

Towards the end of the afternoon Angela came back with the report.

“Jacqui it’s fine, but for just one thing, you’ve put ‘I’ in lower case throughout the report. Look here, ‘i arranged the meeting’, ‘i was pleased to be able to help’.” Angela said bringing up the report.

“Oh, right.” Jacqui said, not seeing what was wrong. “Isn’t that correct?”

Angela laughed. “You’ve been working too hard, or have you been texting too much?”

“I didn’t want to sound presumptuous.”

“Oh, that explains this bit at the end: ‘this worker will be pleased to be able to serve Ms. Melville in any way she can with the next stage of the project’. Melville certainly impressed you, but there’s no need to shove your light under the bushel. There’s no worries. Email the report to me and I’ll amend it, I think you need an early night.”

“Yes, thanks.” Jacqui said distantly and collected her things. She took the lift down and walked out into the office reception. As she did she saw the receptionist stand up. She wore a black scoop top with string straps and a short red leather skirt over patterned stockings. Jacqui usually barely paid attention to the receptionists but now she could not look away as the woman smoothed down the leather of her skirt and collected her jacket. Jacqui hovered by the door to the lift, watching the woman walking away, her bum swaying in its red leather as she moved. Jacqui felt a pang of jealousy at the woman able to dress that way, when her and her colleagues were limited to business wear. A thought entered her mind that she had tried to push away when with Ms. Melville earlier.

Was she attracted to women? Was it just now that she had her own flat she felt like an empowered woman and could appreciate other women who took what they wanted? Jacqui was unsure. She had had some relationships with men that had gone pretty well, but life moved fast in the city and men moved on too. She had certainly felt Ms. Melville’s force of personality and Jacqui wondered whether the feeling was more than admiration, more than the thought that she would like to be such a woman herself within the next few decades. Maybe it was more, as Angela had noted, she clearly wanted to do all she could for Ms. Melville, and now she found herself studying the receptionist’s leather clad backside rather than passing by without a thought as she would have done in the past. Jacqui dismissed it, she had always liked red, and from what she had seen today, it seemed to be in fashion. She promised herself she would pick up a few items over the weekend, she deserved a shopping spree.

Rather than going straight to the nearest station Jacqui decided to walk a few stops through the city before getting on to the underground. She needed to clear her head. She obviously had been working too hard. As she walked through the plush back streets around her workplace she determined two things, first she would see the doctor about her stress levels, quietly of course, she did not want her new employers to think she was not up to the job, but maybe there was something in her diet or exercise routine that was having an impact and she did not realize. The second thing was she needed a holiday. She had not been away for a short break since splitting with Paul after the disastrous trip to Nice the previous September. Though she did not like travelling alone, she was sure she could go somewhere sensible like Paris where strong, independent women were admired, nothing unusual in a hotel or restaurant. Lost in her thoughts of looking stylish in a French cafe Jacqui already felt better.

As Jacqui passed the front of a hotel, people around her seemed to slow down and she realised that she was having a hallucination. She tried to close her eyes, to look away, but then her gaze was caught by the telltale flash of red. A taxi had stopped at the kerb and the door opened. A young woman, her hair a rich auburn and long, blowing in the breeze, stepped from the taxi. She wore a red leather dress hanging provocatively from one shoulder, clinging to her breasts and running as a sheath to her thighs. Her feet wore matching ankle boots that immediately reminded Jacqui of Ms. Melville’s. The young woman hesitated and looked back into the car. Jacqui noticed the smooth red leather choker on her bare neck and the small Chinese symbol tattooed on her shoulder and she knew that this woman was owned. The young woman seemed just be holding in a sexual excitement. Her eyes gazed back into the car, and Jacqui realized she was looking to the source of her mental and physical pleasure. Jacqui felt a sense of jealousy. How nice it would be to have things so clear cut, to have someone making you so sexy, taking the weight of decision making off your shoulders.

In moments the owner stepped from the car. At first Jacqui was surprised when it turned out to be a woman in her fifties rather than the elderly man she had expected. Then Jacqui’s throat went dry as she thought she recognized Ms. Melville. Now rather than a work suit, she wore a red leather blazer and matching pencil skirt stretching unblemished to her knee. Jacqui’s eyes were again hypnotised by the smooth ankle boots. Jacqui felt the urge to kiss and caress those boots, as she stepped closer, the sensation changed and she increasingly felt a desire to be the woman in the dress, to be clothed by her owner, by Ms. Melville, to await her every whim. As Jacqui stepped nearer she felt the breeze sweep across her face and the motion around her begin to accelerate. The full bustle of the city street suddenly hit her and Jacqui staggered.

“You alright, love?” An elderly man asked as Jacqui found herself stood still whilst the press of people tried to flow around her on the busy pavement.

“Yes, sorry, just tired.”

“Okay, you have to watch your step.” The man said as he started walking again.

Gathering her wits again, Jacqui glanced around. There was a taxi moving away from the kerb, but she was uncertain if it was the one she had seen. She turned quickly to look into the hotel. There might have been the hint of two women in red disappearing the hotel’s guests, but she could not be certain. The only solution was to get home and into a hot bath.

Jacqui pressed on but she found walking through the press of people on the pavements increasingly awkward. She was on the main road, following the line of the underground, but realized she could cut a corner if she plunged back into quieter streets. Jacqui took the next turning and entered a square she had crossed a few times. It was poorly lit with only a few patches of light around it. Jacqui pressed on, torn between feeling the walk was doing her better and the concern to get home.

As Jacqui reached the far side of the square she recognized the feeling that was becoming familiar, of the signs of life slowing down around her. Now she had no will to fight it, in fact she was curious to see what images she would see next and her eyes sought out the flash of red she had come to expect. As she did, scenarios, fantasies seemed to spiral through her mind. She had the image of the car she had seen outside the hotel pulling up, the window opening and the red leather-clad Ms. Melville inside asking for directions, the door being opened and her easing inside to be driven away to be turned into her possession. Jacqui’s earlier concerns that she had unleashed some unknown side of her sexuality no longer bothered her, her mind just polished the fantasy and ran it vividly for her to see.

Traffic in the square seemed to have stopped, and all Jacqui could hear was a clicking sound, like footsteps. Then ahead under the street light she saw the prostitute. Jacqui could not look away, she had to drink in every detail. The woman had clearly just arrived on her patch and was checking everything she wore. She ran her hands over the tight leather bustier that nipped in her waist and thrust up her breasts then over the matching miniskirt that barely passed the curve of her buttocks, so smooth and sensuous coated in their leather. She then seemed to glance in Jacqui’s direction, and Jacqui froze, sure that the prostitute could see her, but she looked away, glancing down to the red thigh-length PVC boots she wore.

They were impossibly glossy, catching any fragment of light and reflecting it back as she stepped so sexily on the high heels. Jacqui felt an ache deep inside of her, she so wanted to feel what it was like, not only to ease into such erotic clothes, but to be seen like this, her eroticism on show to all. Jacqui hurried her pace, with no idea what she would do when she reached the woman. As she got closer Jacqui realized that the leather bolero jacket the prostitute wore over the bustier immediately reminded her of the image she had seen on her computer. She began to believe that all of these visions were not just coincidental. Then again were they and it was just an uncovered side of herself that had drawn her attention to them? The city was busy, and it drew all kinds of people, dressed and behaving in all kinds of ways, surely a few women in red leather was nothing unusual?

A car pulled up in front of the prostitute who strutted over to it, thrusting up her leather covered bum as she bent down to the open window. Jacqui had stopped moving so she could take in the whole scene. She wanted to run up and push the prostitute aside and offer herself, but she knew that was impossible, what mistress would want her dressed so dully as she was, unaware of her sexuality, unaware of her ability to serve? The car door was now open and in moments the prostitute was inside and out of Jacqui’s sight. As the door closed, life around her began to pick up and she heard the noise of the car’s engine as it pulled away.

Jacqui felt drained and disappointed. She blamed herself, not certain what for, but increasingly she felt she was missing out. She knew that unless she changed she could never be like the kept woman she had seen outside the hotel. Jacqui walked in a daze, confused by all that had happened to her that day, her body irritable in the plain, dull cotton clothing she wore. She turned off the square into a busier street and found herself outside one of the lingerie and sex toy shops that seemed to be becoming a common sight on the average high street. She was not surprised to find herself gazing at a mannequin in the window dressed in a red PVC corset and high boots, her hands, wearing matching opera gloves rested on her hips. Jacqui knew it would be so easy for her to step through the door and in minutes be dressed the same way. A seductive voice kept telling her to go in. The shop seemed welcoming, it was so easy to do and she knew it would be an important step to becoming what she should be.

‘Become what she should be’? Where had that thought come from? What was this all leading up to? Jacqui wondered who was planting these thoughts in her mind, was it something subliminal in the computer ad she had seen? She had read of people hypnotized by computer programs, was that what was happening to her? She dared not fantasize that it was something Ms. Melville had set up when she was away from her desk, and her unease that she was being manipulated drove her away from the shop window. She went a few doors down to a chemist that was still open. Inside it was quiet and she was able to talk with the woman behind the counter who suggested a couple of products good for relieving stress and tension and others for quiet sleep. Jacqui bought a packet of each and with a small bottle of mineral water she bought too, swallowed a couple of tablets down. She felt them take effect almost immediately. She felt relaxed and tired. She had walked around enough and headed down into the nearest underground station. Once inside she felt a little too weary and picked up an energy drink from the news and sweet stand on the platform. It was quite a ride out to her stop and she did not want to miss it by falling asleep on the train, she had done that a couple of times in the past and it was always annoying to have to come back.

Jacqui was lucky to find a seat on the train, though with the bulk of the rush hour over it was getting a touch quieter. She felt worn out, it was only a couple of hours since she had left work, but she felt that she had had a night of sex. Part of her felt disappointed as the train pulled away that she had not gone into the shop and bought some sexy red lingerie, but then she told herself, the shop would still be there on the weekend and she could come back when her thinking was clear. Jacqui rested her head back against the glass of the underground train and let her eyes close. Gradually she became aware of the cease of the noise of the train and its passengers and she guessed she was having another hallucination. She snapped open her eyes and saw the people around her frozen in their various postures: a teenage boy playing a game on his mobile phone, a businessman turning the page of his newspaper, the woman looking into her handbag.

In front of her, though, was a bright light. It appeared almost as if the air had torn and something was shining through from the other side as it would through a damaged curtain. The hole seemed to widen with every passing second. Then Jacqui could make out movement. She almost shrieked as a hand, clad in finger-less red leather gloves that allowed its sharp red nails to show, reached through. The sight of the hand apparently in mid-air, made her shake with fear, but as the hole widened and she saw more of the arm and began to see the red coated body behind it, she strangely felt reassured. A heavy, rich scent filled the air. It soothed her and Jacqui felt increasingly that she should just relax and be patient and wait for the creature to emerge. Now she could see a part of the creature’s body, clearly feminine, covered with glossy rubber. Jacqui realised this was the climax of her visions.

She was eager to stand and get closer to the erotic creature she somehow knew would emerge. As she stood up from her seat, her feet tangled in the sports bag of the man beside her, though he was frozen, he and his belongings were still substantial. Jacqui stumbled and only stopped herself from falling by grabbing the pole in the middle of the carriage. As she did, she noticed that gradually the people were moving, slowly resuming her actions. She searched for the tear in the air, but it was gone and she felt as if something had been dragged from her. Frustrated, like an addict without her shot, Jacqui fell back into her seat. The man beside her looked askance at her.

“Are you alright?” The middle-aged woman the other side asked, looking genuinely concerned.

“Just working too hard.” Jacqui gave what was becoming her standard answer. She scrabbled in her bag for the energy drink and poured it down her throat. She felt it flow through her and within minutes, she felt more alert. All the visions seemed more distant, just foolish daydreams she could easily dismiss. She knew she needed no more tranquilizers, being alert would stop the erotic images that were coming to her.

Jacqui was soon at her station and walked briskly home, eager to get inside her own four walls. She opened the front door quickly and stepped into her flat. It seemed to be filled with a red glow. Tentatively she walked further in, worrying that some light signalling a fault had come up on the heating system, but then she realized that it came from the living room. Jacqui was startled as she walked into the room, the orb she had bought the day before was giving off a red light that filled the room. It seemed to be pulsing, almost alive. Jacqui dropped her work bag and found herself walking over to it. She felt emotions sweeping over her, there was an annoyance that she had not dressed herself in red sexy clothes, an irritation that she had not yielded to the urges that had been running through her.

Jacqui felt apologetic, felt as if she was saying that now she would do as she was told. The sensation shifted as she came closer to the orb, there was pleasure that she was here, and Jacqui felt some of that pleasure herself as a reward. Jacqui realized that somehow this object was what was responsible for filling her mind with the images, showing her how she should dress and behave. She felt guilty for ignoring its instructions and promised that she would do better from now on. Jacqui knew now that if she obeyed she had the chance to become like those women she had seen, that she had ached to be like, just a few more steps and it could be real. Any concerns were thrust from her. Jacqui let herself relax, let herself be passive, let herself be guided. As she did she was rewarded again, now with a stronger sensation as if someone were licking both her nipples and lapping rhythmically at her pussy. That was good. She was good, she was obedient, she would change, she would become erotic.

Jacqui picked up the orb and it felt as if she had come home after a long journey. She knew now that she should never have gone to work, she should have stayed here and let the orb complete its task. Jacqui relaxed further and was pleased when she realised time around her was slowing and stopping, no longer could she hear the click of the clock nor the sounds of her neighbours. Then in front of her appeared a tear in the air, and bright light poured through it. Now Jacqui welcomed it and it seemed to grow quickly opening up a portal to some other world. Now as she saw the gloved hand, the arm, the body, the thighs, the neck, the feet, the face appearing, she welcomed them. It seemed like seconds since the tear had appeared, but now it began to fade because it had done its job and delivered the creature that had been pushing through, that previously had only been able to manifest itself in choices it had made certain women make in how they dressed and behaved, and in the images it had been able to thrust into Jacqui’s mind.

With the process over, the orb stopped glowing and Jacqui dropped it to the floor. It did not break, but sat passively, the tool it was, ready for its next use. Instead Jacqui focused on the creature in front of her. The eyes caught Jacqui’s attention first, but she found it unnerving to look into them. They were featureless red orbs whose gaze seemed to dig deep into her. The creature’s face was beautiful, Jacqui recognized similarities with her own, but would not accept it was a reflection of her. Almost self-consciously Jacqui rubbed her finger along her nose at the same point the creature wore a ruby stud as if to check they were not the same. As the creature turned her head slowly Jacqui could see that her hair was held up in a severe ponytail but reached to her waist. It swept over her back as she moved and Jacqui noticed the red shade was the same as her own and she loved its length and sleekness. The creature’s skin was similar, a rich red that was the same bright shade as her clothes and somehow seemed so natural for her. She wore a catsuit of glistening red rubber that clung to every part of her shapely body turning her breasts and bum into shiny hemispheres. The tight rubber cinched her waist so accentuating her breasts and hips. Her legs slid into thigh length red patent boots that ended in high sharp heels. Her long red coat was shiny leather inside and out and stretched to her heels. Her hands wore finger-less gloves from which emerged long, sharp red nails almost like claws.

“Who are you?” Jacqui finally asked, her voice weak.

<I am you.>

“What? What do you mean? What are you?”

<I am many things. I am a gift. I am a message from your mistress, Ilarya. I am also the form you will take when you come to serve her, when you will be known by your single name, your collar name, Syntessa.>

“Mistress? What are you talking about? I don’t have a mistress.”

<When you gazed into the scarlet orb Ilarya saw you from her plane of existence, and knew that you had to become one of hers.>

Jacqui’s mind was racing. She told herself that she must be hallucinating, but something told her that this was real. She remembered the two alien faces that she had seen in the orb and realised that the face of this creature had emerged in place of her own reflection.

Jacqui looked over the creature again. “Who are you?” She repeated.

<I am you.>

“What does that mean?”

<I am just a shell, the form that you will soon take that will make you suitable to serve your mistress on her own plane.>

Jacqui hesitated, uncertain what to ask next but knowing she needed more answers.

<There is no need for any more questions, just yield.>

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

<I am you.>

“Okay, okay, I get that.”

<Good, accept it, assume your true form.>

“How are you speaking to me?” Jacqui said, realising that the creature’s mouth had not opened. “Oh, of course, telepathy.” She laughed nervously, this was too much like a fantasy novel, but maybe some of those had been based on more truth than she had known.

The creature opened her mouth and her long pointed tongue emerged with three bright bronze studs along it. <Your tongue is a sexual organ, for pleasing your mistress, it should not be sullied by words.>

“So you are some kind of sex-slave?”

<You are Ilarya’s sex-slave, Syntessa, this is the form you will assume when you yield to that fact.>

“I don’t want to be anyone’s slave, servant or anything. Get out and leave me alone.”

<The choice is not yours. You have been selected, yield, ease into your new form, delight in your erotic body and the pleasurable tasks you will be assigned.>

For an instant Jacqui felt a flash of curiosity. She barely believed that what this creature was saying could truly happen, but then a few minutes ago she would not have believed she could be talking with some creature from another world.

<Yessss.>

Jacqui heard the creature’s voice in her head, clearly in pleasure. The creature’s head was thrown back, her fingers stroking her rubber clad body in delight.

<That’s good. The closer you come to accepting your true form, the more pleasurable it is, but you will feel none of this until you yield entirely.>

Jacqui dismissed the thoughts of curiosity and tried to concentrate on boring things, her work, her shopping list. She saw that the creature was calming, and soon returned to standing passively.

<Yield.> The creature said seductively. <This is a gift, sample it. Throw off your boring life, let yourself enjoy the pleasure.>

Jacqui kept on trying to think of boring things, but that just seemed to emphasise the difference between her life and that of the creature’s.

<I am not a ‘creature’, I am you. You are just in your human husk, let go of it, you have no need of it. Let it go and assume your true form. Feel your shapely body caressed by the rubber, aroused by the dildo in your sex. Strut proudly on your sharp heels, so obviously erotic. Become that.>

Jacqui pussy was sodden at the creature’s words, and she realised that no longer could she push them out of her head.

<See it.> The creature said.

Jacqui saw the creature dancing slowly and erotically, its fingers caressing her body, her head thrown back as if lost to the pleasure.

<Yes, I see it.> Jacqui thought. She stopped, realising she had not spoken.

<Excellent!> The creature responded and Jacqui felt a burst of pleasure, delight in having done well, sweep through her.

Despite the sensation, Jacqui tried to speak, but she seemed to have lost the ability, her tongue moved uselessly in her mouth.

<What have you done to me?> Jacqui asked in panic.

<Nothing, this is the real you, this is how you communicate. You have no need for any other method.>

<Feel it.> The creature said.

<Feel what?>

<What it is like to be your true self.>

In that instant Jacqui felt as if her clothes had suddenly tightened and she wore rubber that clung to her whole body. She felt her body slick with sweat. She felt her nipples gripped and teased by the tight rubber coating them, she felt the dildo throbbing in her sex and the butt plug stimulating her arse. She felt her fingers caressing herself, on the edge of orgasm. Jacqui forced open her eyes to see that she was mirroring the creature’s actions. She tried to stop herself, but she had no control of her body, it was as if she wore the coat, the boots, the rubber, the sex toys, herself.

<Stop.> Jacqui gasped.

<Don’t stop.> The creature replied.

<Stop.>

<Don’t stop.>

<Stop. Don’t stop.>

<Don’t stop.>

<Don’t stop.> Jacqui panted.

<Be it.> The creature said.

Even Jacqui’s passion-filled mind knew this was the last step, part of her was tempted to let go and see what happened, but part of her wanted to hold back. She tried to marshal her thoughts to resist.

<Be it.>

<Be it.>

<Be it.>

Syntessa realized it was just herself repeating the same phrase, there was now no other voice in her head. The burst of intense arousal had faded and was just bubbling in the background ready to be stoked up when she wanted.

Syntessa opened her eyes. She was standing in the human’s house, in front of her was a pile of clothes that looked like they had been discarded. She stepped over them, they were no concern of hers. She knew that her mistress’s instructions meant that there were a few more things to be done. She strode in her thigh-length boots into the bedroom and saw herself reflected in the full length mirror. She swayed sexily towards her reflection, the light catching the ruby stud in her nose as she did and glistening off her clothing, shiny and slippery from head to foot. As she moved she delighted in her long red hair, her shapely body and the erotic clothes she wore.

Syntessa looked herself over up from the narrow toes and stiletto heels of her boots. She loved how the boots clung to her legs showing firm calves and thighs. Her thighs, rubber coated, emerged from the top of the boots. Syntessa rested her fingers on the rubber of her thighs, as red, smooth and shiny as the scarlet skin it coated. The rubber ran smooth over her pussy but the toys it held filled it and her arse. She loved how the rubber felt tight against her body, shaping her, pulling in her midriff, thrusting out her breasts so that the nipples were obvious, straining in red rubber. Syntessa teased her nipples with her slender fingers tipped with her ferocious nails, making that useless for anything besides toying. She glanced in the mirror and let her fingers stray to the collar sealed with a bronze lock to her neck and she touched the bronze ring at the front to which her mistress would connect her leash.

As the small bit, that her mistress had allowed to remain, of her mind that had been Jacqui realised what had happened, Syntessa orgasm-ed, she had assumed her true form. Syntessa fell to her knees shuddering in pleasure, her dildo and butt plug, now so natural to her, throbbed her into deeper ecstasy as she groaned and purred, the only sounds she could now make, as the pleasure shot through her. Her fingers explored every sensitive inch of her body, loving her form.

Syntessa awoke. She was unable to think any thoughts of her own, her sole ability was to obey her mistress’s command. She stood up, enjoying the body her mistress had given her and the erotic clothes that encased it. She rose on to her sharp heels and smoothed down her leather coat. Her dildo and butt plug were passive, but a comforting weight inside her that her mistress could bring into life whenever she wished. There was now just one task before she returned to her mistress. She fetched the red orb from where it had fallen in the living room. She carried it to the bedroom mirror and pressed it against the glass. Rather than either the orb or the mirror shattering the orb began to merge into the glass that began to become red and to ripple as if it were water. With the whole orb dissipated, Syntessa stepped forward into the mirror. As the last of her swirling leather coat followed her through, the mirror became clear glass once again.

Ilarya, Syntessa’s mistress, reclined naked on her couch, her smooth scarlet skin, as shiny and as taut as polished rubber, contrasted with the white silk and marble around her. Taller than a human woman, her features were elegant and strong. The smooth lines of her face were like those of a Greek statue and would be beautiful to either sex. Beneath her alien beauty, though, was a powerful sexuality that particularly enjoyed humans as play things. She glanced at the small glass panel in her hands that showed the progress of the one who was becoming her slave. This time the orb that she had sent out into the world of humans had hooked one. Owing to some traits in her personality this one had proven easier to manipulate. It had been fun to toy with her a little but now Ilarya was impatient to have her here serving her sexual needs. All it had needed at the end was a little work to make this human one of the breed of creatures that served demons on this world, tailored to Ilarya’s particular tastes. Once her will was broken the changes would follow immediately. This human would be just perfect and Ilarya knew that moment by moment she was being reeled in and would step from her own world into Ilarya’s as her sexual pet. Ilarya fluttered her wings behind her and shook her tail with impatience and whilst one hand stroked her horns, her other long demon fingers toyed with her clitoris, eager for the arrival of her sex-slave to do it for her.

<Mistress.> Syntessa said as she entered the plushly furnished chamber and lowered her rubber and leather clad body to kneel before her. The sex-slave’s featureless scarlet eyes gleamed with lust as she knelt, eager to please her mistress.

Ilarya looked up, pleased. Now she had assumed her proper form, Ilarya’s sex-slave was even better than she had expected. The red of her hair was perfect.

<Excellent Syntessa, your presence pleases me.>

<Thank you, mistress.>

<Now, show me the skill of your tongue.> Ilarya said as she laid her demon body back on the couch opening up her sex for her pet to lap.

Syntessa moved her glossy clothed body easily over the carpet to her mistress. In moments her long studded tongue began to tease and lick her mistress’s clitoris and pussy lips, expertly arousing and stimulating her until she was writhing in pleasure. Syntessa came herself as she delighted in serving her mistress so well, pleased that she was a good sex-slave of this world and nothing more.

THE END