Revenge is a Dish Best Served Alive
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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Alive
By William W. Kelso
Margaret watched from across the street as the man and woman entered a room at the cheap motel. She'd followed her fiancé; not wanting to believe her suspicions might be correct, but they were. She even used a rental car to make sure he wouldn't spot here as her usual ride, a red Chrysler Crossfire, would have had stood out and been recognized in an instant. She even recognized the woman, a pretty little waitress from a restaurant that they had frequented while they were dating. She wondered how long he'd been seeing the girl on the side. She waited until the door shut and the light came on in the room before driving away, stunned. But her sadness soon turned to anger, then to rage. She should have known better, that a handsome young man would fall for a middle aged plain looking woman like her. But she had wanted to believe it so very badly, had thought she'd finally found someone who could see past her plain exterior.
Margaret dropped off the rental car, picked up the Crossfire, and returned to her rather large old house. It had once been a showcase, but the neighborhood had gone downhill. The house was still impressive and well maintained though, and to date there had been no vandalism or burglaries despite the seediness of the neighborhood. Her wards had seen to that. The fact was; she was Sorceress, or witch, depending on your preference, and was most definitely not middle aged, she was well over two hundred years old. But that had not kept her from being lonely; if anything she felt her loneliness even more because she was so used to it. And her age had not brought much wisdom as far as men were concerned. She always seemed to pick the wrong kind, or they picked her, in this case most definitely the later. She now had no doubts Chris's sole interest in her was her money.
As she entered the house she went right to the basement, and pulling a hidden switch activated the mechanism that opened the secret entrance to her 'workshop'. As she entered the lights automatically flickered and came on even though she hadn't thrown a switch. She pulled out a tome on magical lore and carefully studied it for a few minutes, quickly choosing the spell she wanted. Next she prepared the pentagram, and lighting the candles she made sure everything was correct, when summoning a being from Hell or another realm it would be a grave mistake; most likely your last, to make an error. She stripped, and donning a robe she climbed up on the podium and read the spell of summoning. When she looked up a very small insect like creature was hovering on blurred wings in the pentagram. It chattered at her questioningly.
She made a deal with the summoned demon, a very minor one of the vermin type of demonkind. It looked very much like a fly, which was the idea. In exchange for four teaspoons of sugar; and two of honey, it would spy on Chris for her until the next dawn when it must return to Hell. The little creatures had an intense love for anything sweet, something they couldn't get in Hell. It didn't seem like much, but to a creature its size it was a huge amount and would last it for a long time. The deal concluded she released it from the pentagram since it was now bound in her service. Had it not been, and escaped the pentagram, well, even such a minor demon would have dragged her back to Hell with it easily. But now she let it perch on her shoulder, and as they passed through the kitchen she gave it a tiny helping of sugar on a whim, and it buzzed happily as it devoured the unexpected treat. Despite what it was she thought it was a pretty thing, its wings shone iridescently and its dark black chitinous body was streamlined and functional. On another whim she reached down and gently stroked its back. The tiny demon froze at first, but decided he liked the soothing touch; no one had ever touched him like that before. He decided he rather liked this human female, and chittered a thank you.
She drove back to the hotel, and opening the window indicated the room of the hotel containing the people she wanted to the little demon to spy on. It flew to her forehead and perched there for a second to establish a 'link' so she could see through its eyes and hear what it heard. Then it flew off into the night. She looked through its eyes and felt giddy from the sudden sensation of flying; rather erratically, as the demon flew to the room's window and landed on the screen. It crawled around until it gained entry underneath the door, then took off and landed on the top of a dark lamp near the two figures occupying the bed. The girl lay on her back and Chris was fucking her, both of them moaning in pleasure. Margaret felt tears run down her face as she remembered the feel of his hands on her own body, the feeling of his hardness inside her as he'd made 'love' to her, but all lies she now realized. She kept watching as the two made love, her anger growing again, he'd never been so passionate with her before. But this was just a torment, it wasn't what she wanted. But she had no choice but to wait. And when they'd finally finished fornicating she got what she wanted, even more so in fact, and much sooner then she anticipated.
"Mmm, Chris, that was awesome baby!" The girl murmured as the two lay on the bed resting.
"Just you wait Trish, Chris said, in a few months we'll be doing it in style! We'll have all the money we could want."
Trish? Though Margaret, I though the bimbo's name was Sally!?
"Yeah Chris, but do we have to wait so long?" Trish asked.
"Well, yeah, Chris said, I mean; if the old dog died too soon it would look kind of suspicious. But it's worth waiting for, you were right, the old nut is worth millions. I took a good look at her financial records while she was sleeping it off after I'd screwed her a few times. We'll have it made for the rest of our lives."
"Ohh baby, that sounds great! Trish said, no more waiting tables, no more groveling to rich old fucks. We'll be rich ourselves, and they'll have to kiss OUR asses!"
"Yeah, Chris said, and I won't have to fuck old broads to make a living anymore."
"Yeah, Trish said, it's gross to think you've been having to fuck her, I mean, she's butt ugly. How you going to do it?"
"Well, she's not THAT ugly! Chris laughed, but you should hear her when I'm humping her, 'Oh Chris, oh Chris, ugh, ugh, fuck me haaarder!' and they both giggled. "But I figure she'll have a nasty fall on that old grand staircase, it's perfect. Then we wait awhile before you move in; wait a few more months, then get married. You ought to see the bedroom, it's freakin huge. We'll put on one of those rotating beds and put mirrors on the ceiling! It'll be awesome! And this will be the last one, we'll have it made."
Margaret could have listened some more, but she'd heard all she needed. So he had no only taken her love, but would take her life as well, all for money. She realized she was pounding her clenched fists against her knees until it hurt, tears running down her face. Why couldn't she ever find someone who would love her for who she was, not for her money?? And would she ever learn? She called the little demon back to her and then drove home. She gave the demon its pay, and some extra in the form of several Milk Duds, and released it from her service. Just before it disappeared it said, "I'm sorry, if you need my services again you have but to call Mistress.", which surprised her. Double checking to make sure the pentagram really was empty she blew out the candles, and left her secret chambers.
Getting on the phone the first thing in the morning she gave another Sorceress she knew a call. The phone was answered on the second ring, and a smooth cultured voice answered, and said,
"Hello, this is Madam Marian, may I help you?"
"Hello Marian, Margaret said, if you had caller ID you'd know it was me."
"Margaret! Sister! Said Marian, how are you? As for caller ID, I have no need of such modern gimmicks. If I did know who was calling half the time I wouldn't answer the phone!"
"That's the whole idea, Margaret said, why do you think it was invented in the first place? So you don't have to talk to those you don't want to. But anyway, be that as it may, are you available anytime soon? I have need of your expertise."
"Wellll, mused Marian, I have an ongoing case with a couple affected by a rather unusual and unique curse, but yes, I can squeeze in an old friend. Say later this afternoon, around 4:00 pm?"
"Thank you Madam Marian, Margaret replied, I appreciate it very much. I'll be there."
As she pulled up to Madam Marian's rather imposing house Margaret's mind was overflowing with her thoughts. What she intended was truly horrific, but she had not lived for over two hundred year, or become a successful Sorceress, by being a meek and forgiving person. She had been horribly wronged, her very soul hurt, and her life was threatened as well. So she not only got mad, she would get even.
She was surprised when she had to knock several times before the door was finally opened by a rather disheveled looking Madam Marian. She was wearing a very fancy oriental silk nightgown or kimono kind of robe, and her usually perfectly coifed hair was mussed. She blushed a little as she let Margaret in.
"Sorry you had to wait, Marian said, but Brutus and I kind of, um, lost track of the time. Beyond a certain point he has to, um, finish what he'd doing."
Margaret almost giggled; she had no doubt what Brutus had been doing. Marian and her familiars rather active sex life was well known by other practioners of the dark arts who knew her.
After she had told Marian about the current state of her 'love life' Marian had reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand.
"I am truly sorry Margaret, Marian said, you deserve to find someone. Are you sure you don't want a familiar? One would keep you company, and they do love their creators you know."
"No, but thank you, Margaret replied. My arts are such that a familiar is not really necessary for casting spells. I use mine mainly to gather information and do research. I seldom summon demonkind, and then only minor ones. Plus I would need to swear permanent allegiance to a Lord of Lady, and I do not want to do that, not yet."
"Well, Marian said, you've done remarkably well; I know plenty who are bound to a demon or demoness who have been much less successful then you. But back to the matter at hand, of course I can provide the potions you want; they are not even particularly hard ones. And I must admit the last bit is rather fitting, but if I might make a suggestion? It would be a shame to let such valuable, er, resources go to waste. As you know there are those who would give a great deal for them."
Margaret broke into a big grin as she heard Marians 'suggestion', now why hadn't she thought of that!
"You know, Marian said, it will take me some time to prepare the potions. In the meantime I'm sure Brutus would appreciate some...company."
Hearing his name, and scenting Margaret; whom he knew was one of his Mistress's 'professional' friends, the familiar entered the room wearing his 'large' form of a beast, part human, part black panther. He stood behind his Mistress and gently rubbed her shoulders, purring.
Margaret stared at the magnificent beast, his black fur was like crushed velvet, and his feline eyes stared at her with a...invitation (?) in them. She'd made use of his services more than once, and realized she wanted him again.
"That's very kind of you." Margaret said in a somewhat throaty voice, her eyes locked on the male beast.
"Not at all, Marian grinned, Brutus likes you, and he doesn't mind me sharing his talents at all, do you my love?"
"Mrrr, no Mistress, Brutus said, I would enjoy mating with Mistress Margaret, she is always an energetic partner. Mrrrroowww."
"Good! Then it's settled, Marian said. I'll go to my workshop and leave you two to get, um, reacquainted. See you in, oh, an hour to two. Enjoy!"
As Marian left the room Brutus came around the table and held out a hand to Margaret, his eyes burning into hers.
"Mistress, Brutus said, would you prefer the playroom, or upstairs? Mrrrrww?"
Margaret couldn't take her eyes off the male creature, he was nude, but so far his penis remained inside the thick tube of its sheath, but his large hairy balls were quite visible. She wanted to just reach out and fondle them. She knew what he meant by 'the playroom', it was well equipped BDSM dungeon Marian had in her basement, but she had never really been into that kind of fetish, so she just said, "Upstairs would be fine." The catman pulled her up from the chair when she took his paw/hand, and as she stood and faced him he flared his nostrils and gave her cheek a slow lick, then turned to lead the way.
As she followed him up the stairs she stared mesmerized at his lazily swishing tail, catching glimpses of his large ballsac as he climbed the stairs ahead of her, the very way he moved was sensually erotic. As they entered the spare bedroom Marian kept for 'guests' he turned to face her, and waited expectantly. Even though she had been serviced by Brutus more than once, she felt strangely shy as she began to strip in front of him, his eyes staring intently at her body as she revealed herself, his broad tongue licking over his impressive fangs. She knew she wasn't a great beauty, but damnit, she was NO dog! She had fairly large breasts, but her waist and hips were about the same width and she knew she could stand to lose a few pounds, and her butt was WAY too big. Her nose was big and she had a 'horsey' face, and her hair was a mousy mess she had long ago given up on taming. But her breasts were firm and she didn't have any stretch marks or wrinkles, and from the way Brutus was watching he certainly found her to be a more then desirable 'mate'. As she was slipping out of her panties she watched as his penis slid from his sheath, partly human and partly animal in shape, a dark red slick color, and she felt her own sex grow moist at the sight and scent of the aroused beast. He radiated an aurora of bestial lust she found irresistible.
Brutus watched as the human female removed her clothes, his eyes glowing with lust. He had mated with this female before and she was always a most enjoyable partner. Unlike most he did not place most of his criteria for a mate on physical appearance; he had to like a female to mate with her. As she finished disrobing he stepped forward and embraced her, nuzzling her hair and purring as he snuffled her, and ran his hands over her body slowly and gently. She responded by running her fingers through his fur in a way he enjoyed very much, and his purrs became even louder. Pulling back a little he fondled her nice large breasts and licked her face. The scent of her arousal was increasing his own lust dramatically in response, as being what he was his reactions were partially controlled by his mates sexual signals. The more she wanted him the more he wanted her. His purrs became even deeper as he ran his fingers over her engorged nipples, her sweet musk filling his nostrils. Yes, he enjoyed mating with this female very much.
Margaret shuddered deliciously in response to the soft/rough paw/hands exploring her body, gasping softly as they kneaded and fondled her breasts. She loved to run her fingers through his soft silky fur, his whole body reverberating from the purrs coming from deep in his muscular chest. She slowly slid her hands down his warm belly and stroked his sheath and penis, his shaft felt slick and rubbery, and she could feel it throbbing in her gentle grip as Brutus gave a soft yowl of pleasure. She didn't protest when he put his strong hands around her waist and gently pushed her back towards the bed, and she sat down as the back of her legs touched the side. He crouched in front of her and pulled her forward until her rump was just perched on the edge, then slowly forced her legs apart. She started breathing heavily as she realized his intentions. Oh God, she thought, how she loved this! Then she gave a guttural squeal as his tongue began to lick and lap against her mound, her thick pubic thatch wet with her juices. The large catman purred and lapped contentedly, his tail flicking back and forth as she whimpered and squirmed from the attentions of that thick moist tongue as it plunged deeply into her eager needy sex.
Brutus was enjoying himself immensely as he used his tongue to pleasure his mate, she was wet and the taste of her female juices was delightful, triggering even higher levels of arousal in himself. He pushed between the lips of her nice juicy pussy and purred as he slowly stretched her with his tongue, his nose buried in her pubic hair, the ever increasing scent of her need almost driving him wild with lust. As he tongued her he reached up and gently rubbed her clitoris with a finger; keeping his claw retracted, and she gave a gasp of pleasure. He knew he couldn't wait to mount her much longer, the aching need in his cock was growing almost painful. But he preferred to prepare his mates for coupling by first stretching and lubricating their sex first as he was quite large, most human females had some trouble accommodating him. But this female had a nice large pussy, and he did this just as much for enjoyment as to prepare her. She enjoyed it as much as he did, he could tell from her scent and the sounds of pleasure she made. He slid his tongue as deeply as he could into her now gaping sex, and slowly withdrew it as her vaginal muscles sucked at him, then with a low growl stood up, his aching cock dribbling pre. She looked up at him; her eyes wide as she stared as his jutting erection, then she lay back and spread her legs even more. With a happy yowl he crouched over her, positioned himself, and with a snarl of ecstasy he mounted her, the feel of her slick warm lips against his cock incredible as he plunged into her.
Margaret sucked in her breath in short gasps of pleasure as the beasts head bobbed between her spread legs, his tongue busy deep inside of her pussy. The feeling was something she couldn't find the words to describe; it was like being fucked, kissed, and licked, all at the same time. She shuddered as he rubbed and squeezed her clitoris, oh God that felt wonderful!! She knew if he kept it up much longer she would start cumming, but she wanted to wait longer. Almost as if reading her mind he suddenly slowed down, then after one last long slow absolutely fantastic lick he pulled his tongue from her sex, ran it over her mount and clit, and stood up and looked down at her, growling softly, his eyes glowing with lust. She stared in awe at his bestial penis, she had forgotten how large it was, but knew she would be able to take him into her. She licked her lips in anticipation as she lay back and spread her legs even more, how she wanted him, how she needed him! And he didn't keep her waiting, throwing himself on, and into, her. She closed her eyes and gave a soft squeal as the head of his penis found, and then penetrated her as he lunged into her with a snarl of lust. She arched herself and gasped as he plunged in deeper and deeper, until finally she felt the lip of his sheath pressing against her nether lips as he hilted with a yowl of pleasure, and then she wrapped her legs around his soft furry waist as he began fucking her with steady powerful thrusts, purring loudly as he licked her face and ran his hands over her breasts and swollen sensitive nipples.
Brutus snarled and purred loudly as he serviced the female, his cock plunging into to the hilt with each thrust, the feeling intensely pleasurable. Being what he was he was a creature of sexual lusts and needs, but even he had 'favorite' mates, and this female was one of those. It was because she gave herself to him entirely, not only physically, but spiritually as well. He could feel a connection with her very soul as they both gave one anointer what the other needed so desperately. He not only serviced her he made love to her, and there was a big difference. The only other female he achieved such a bond with was his Mistress. He assumed it was partially because she too was a magic user, but then again he did not achieve such a bond with other magic users he serviced. Normally when he serviced a female it was just a rather enjoyable part of his 'duties' as a familiar, so this mating was very special. As he felt himself begin to reach his limit he sped up his thrusts, and very gently bit her on her shoulder as she dug her fingernails into his black and bucked and writhed under him. When his orgasm came he gave a deep muffled roar of ecstasy and her scream nearly deafened him.
Margaret writhed and moaned under the thrusts of the huge cat, her hands first trying to push him away, then grasping him to pull him closer, and deeper into her. She grunted and sobbed from the unbearable pleasure the hardness pounding in and out of her sex was giving her, she had felt him push past her cervix and into her womb almost from the first thrust, and the feeling was incredible. She wanted him to never stop, to fuck her forever as wave after wave of sheer sexual euphoria washed over with every thrust, his warm soft furry thighs slamming into her own. Suddenly she felt him tense, and then gasped as she felt his fangs dig into her shoulder and he sped up his thrusts, desperately lunging into her and she bucked and arched under him as she felt her own orgasm building, and when he roared she screamed as she felt his cock pumping his hot cum into her womb as she dug her fingernails into his back and ground upward against him, and bit him on his own shoulder.
With a happy purr Brutus pulled out of his mate, she had bitten him as well, what a rush! Female humans hardly ever did that. He raised himself up on his arms and gently licked her sweaty face and breasts as she ran her fingers through his fur and gasped for breath. But he wasn't through, oh no, he intended on mating with this female as many times as he was capable in a row, and he was very capable. Next he flipped her over and took her from behind, his favorite position as after all he was a feline, and he loved the way she bucked and squealed as he fucked her long and slow, bringing her to the brink again and again until she was begging him to let her cum. He serviced her four more times before he sensed she was spent, and afterwards he held her in his arms and licked her face and purred his love for her. Yes, he enjoyed mating with this female very much.
Margaret couldn't remember the last time she had been serviced so well, even by Brutus's standards this had been spectacular. For some reason she never seemed to remember just how fantastic a lover he was, so each time it came as a nice surprise. And what he did to her, oh by the Gods! He would bring her to within a few strokes of release, then slow down or stop, leaving her whimpering and gasping her need, begging for release, then would start again, only to stop at the last second, over and over. No other lover had ever done that before so well, or so often. He serviced her five times, FIVE, before she couldn't take anymore, and somehow she knew he would have kept doing it as long as she wanted. She knew no normal male could do that, but he wasn't normal. But he was still very much a male, more so than any other she had mated with. Afterwards as he held her and licked her, purring contentedly, and as she ran her fingers over his magnificent body she suddenly started crying, she couldn't help it. He was all she wanted in a male, a lover, but he belonged to another. It wasn't fair, why couldn't she find someone to love her like that?
Brutus sensed his lover was happy and content, but why was she crying? He knew in humans that meant they were sad and/or upset, and he felt concern. He rolled on his side and looked her in the face, and licked off her tears, asked,
"Mistress, what is wrong, did I hurt you somehow? Was I too rough?"
Margaret started crying even harder at the concern he was showing, but managed to say,
"Oh no Brutus, you made me feel wonderful, like a desirable woman. Oh no, you didn't hurt me, you gave me more pleasure then I've ever known."
Brutus was even more confused now, humans could be so strange! If he hadn't hurt her, then why was she so sad? He gave a soft yowl of confusion, and said,
"But Mistress, then why are you crying?"
"I'm sorry, Margaret said, it's just that no one has ever loved me like that before. For some reason I can't find a mate who wants to stay with me, they all leave or worse. I guess I'm just ugly."
Brutus gave a soft deep Mrrrrrr, and said, "Mistress, that is because they are just stupid and do not see the real you. You are a beautiful, and yes, desirable female. And any male who does not see that is not worthy of your love. When you find the male who does it will be very special. Were I not mated to Mistress Marian I would court you for myself, and fight any challengers."
Brutus was even more confused when the female started crying even more and pulled him into a tight hug. But he licked her face and ran his hands over her body enjoying her nearness, and when he mated with her again a short while later it was the best coupling yet. Yes, he would fight for this female!
It was three hours before Brutus and Margaret came down from upstairs, and Marina had a huge smile on her face. They both looked tired, but radiant. Brutus seldom spent so much time, or was so vocal, with other females. Not that Marian was jealous, she was glad for both of them. He needed different mates, and poor Margaret had certainly needed his attentions. Brutus gave Margaret one last slow lick; then sat down in an easy chair and promptly feel asleep. Margaret joined her at the table and Marian said,
"He always looks forward to your visits you know; normally he could care less when company comes."
"He's certainly special, Margaret replied, he makes me feel, well, like a desirable woman. He never asks for anything, he just gives."
"Yes, he is a dear, Marian said, looking at the softly snoring familiar with love in her eyes. I don't know what I'd do without him."
"Well, teased Margaret, if you ever get tired of him I'll adopt him and give him a good home."
"Never! Marian laughed, but if things work out soon you'll have your own familiar. I'm sure the demi-demon I recommended to help you with your revenge will agree to you offer. If anything he'll be getting the better part of the bargain. And despite his appearance his is trustworthy, for a demon that is. Are you sure you don't want me to help with the summoning?"
"No, but thank you again, Margaret said, but I need to do this on my own. And if anything went wrong, well, I'll be the only one to suffer."
"Very well my dear, Marian said, here are the two potions you wanted. They were a little tricky compared to normal ones, but I watered them down, so they should work fine. I mixed in the other potions with them, as that way you'll only have to administer them once. Saves time, and it will make it much harder for them to resist. Everything should work out just fine."
Margaret felt strangely subdued as she drove away from Madam Marians, her fantastic mating with Brutus had helped her to calm down. What she had planned for her 'fiancé' and his lover was horrible, and she had second thoughts about it as she drove home. But she realized even if she confronted him and drove him away he'd just find some other poor lonely women to prey on. When she got home she found Chris's Mercedes was parked in the front drive, and he was waiting for her inside the house having used the set of keys she'd had made for him. As she entered she heard furtive movements coming from her office and felt her anger start to build again, evidently he was checking on her finances again to make sure she was worth marrying, then killing. Her wrath returned fully when he gave her a great big smile, but his eyes were cold. She let him kiss her, but squirmed out of his grip.
"Not now honey, Margaret said, I'm not feeling very well."
Oh, he was perfectly solicitous and believable as he expressed concern, but inwardly she could sense that he was relieved he wouldn't have to 'screw the old dog' again. Now that she was no longer blinded by her hopes and emotions she saw him for the greedy dangerous predator he really was, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming at him. So she made up her mind, no time like the present.
"Honey, she said, I'm sorry I'm not in the mood. Let me fix you a drink before you go."
"OK baby, Chris said, that sounds good."
Margaret went into the living room to the bar, and poured a cold glass of Chris's favorite beer. She then carefully poured a vial of colorless, tasteless fluid into the cold beverage, then stirred it. Madam Marian had said the effect would be almost instantaneous. She worked up a big smile, and returning to the den she gave him his drink, and taking her own made herself comfortable in another chair to watch what was coming.
Chris smiled at her and raised his glass, and took a deep long drink, and with a sigh of pleasure, said,
"Oh man, I needed that! That's the best beer I've ever had!"
But he wasn't so happy a few minutes later after he finished his drink, it's hard to be happy when you're convulsing violently as you change into something else.
"Marge, call the EM's, Chris gasped as he tore open his collar, something's wrong. I think I'm having a heart attack!"
"They couldn't help you even if I did call them, you dirty filthy rat!" Margaret snarled, did you really think I wouldn't find out about you and your little bitch!"
"Oh God, Chris choked, bent over and hacking, what did you do!?!"
"Only what you deserve, you rat!" Margaret snarled.
"No, please, it's you I love!" Chris gasped and he staggered to his feet to try and get to the phone, but only got a few feet before he fell to his knees as the convulsions increased. He'd been poisoned!
"Oh please, Margaret said, that's pitiful. I heard the two of you talking about how you were going to 'kill the old dog'!"
Chris tried to say something again, but fell forward onto his hands and knees and could only choke and squeal as the first physical changes became apparent. He watched in horror as his fingernails lengthened into sharp black claws, his hands turning pink as coarse black fur grew on his arms, he felt a building pain at the base of his spine, his pants ripping as a pink tail began to push out. With a grunt he rocked forward onto the balls of his feet as claws burst through his expensive leather shoes and his stance shifted to digitigrades. His skin burned and itched horribly and he squealed as black fur erupted all over his body.
"What's haaappening to meeekkk!!" He stammered, his body making popping cricking sounds as bones moved and realigned, changing shape. "It hurts, eeekk!"
"I hope you like being a rat, you rat!" Margaret chuckled.
He looked at her in horrified disbelief as the changes continued, squealing as his face pushed out into a muzzle, his nose turning black and wet as long whiskers sprouted. His waist expanded and with a loud rip his pants gave up the fight, and with a gasp of pain he managed to undo his belt as it was digging in to his stomach painfully, and he felt a wave of intense lust wash over him as his penis became rock hard and he sobbed from the intense feeling. Then the pain and feeling of warping and twisting ended, and with a squealing moan he stood up and looked down at himself in horror.
Margaret, on the other hand, was looking at him in approval, the potion had worked perfectly. He was now about two thirds rat and one third human. He looked at her dazedly, his nose quivering, and tried to say something.
"Squuueeaaak, eeek, eeeek, chitter! Squeak?"
"Don't try to talk, Margaret said, you can't. I didn't want to have to listen to any more of your lies. Now take off your clothes." She knew he would obey, the potion had included an obedience additive, he was now; for all practical purposes, her slave as he no longer had any free will.
She watched as the shaken creature slowly removed the remains of its shirt and tattered undershorts, and letting them drop to the floor stood naked before her. She looked at his fur covered body, his large muscular hind legs ending in clawed paws, his still human chest covered in a lighter coat of fur, long pink hairless tail dragging on the ground behind him, terrified human eyes staring out of an entirely rodent face. She was impressed by the size of his cock where it jutted out of the weird rat scrotum he now had, and he was certainly well endowed. But the penis wasn't human, the shape was wrong. Following her gaze he looked down at himself and gave a despairing squeak as he touched his strange new genitals, and cradling them looked at her hopefully, lust blazing in his eyes. He was so hard it hurt, he needed a female desperately.
"Sorry, that's not for me. Margaret said, but you'll have a 'mate' soon enough. But for now I have a nice little cage for you."
She put a collar around the docile rat mans neck, and led him down into the cellar. There were a couple of storerooms with heavy doors, and she locked him in one of them and told him to 'stay'. He obediently sat in a corner, and the look of despair in his eyes almost made her feel sorry for him. Almost.
Since it was now after dark she went to her secret workshop, and after preparing the pentagram got ready to summon the demon Madam Marian had recommended. Since he was the most powerful demon she had tried to summon to date she double and triple checked everything. Then she lit the candles, opened the pentagram, and speaking his name appealed to him to answer her summons. There was a sudden billow of reddish smoke in the pentagram; and though it was her imagination she swore she could smell sulfur, and in spite of herself she stepped backward in response to the creature that now occupied the pentagram. It was...impressive to say the least. It raised its head and looked at her with glowing eyes, and she was able to tear her gaze away from that terrible scrutiny only with great effort.
"I am Slithish, who has dared to summon me? The demon asked, it has been long since I have been called upon."
"I summoned you great one, Margaret said respectfully. You were recommended by Madam Marian, who is sworn to the service of Mistress Vulva. I have a proposal that might be of interest to you, and of mutual benefit to us both."
"Yes, I know Mistress Vulva well, the demon said, very well, I will listen to your petition."
The great demon listened attentively, and as she snuck glances at it Margaret noticed the creatures eyes were glowing even brighter.
"Yesssss, the demon finally said, it is indeed an intriguing proposal. I like it; it is deliciously eviiiillll, with a nice touch of irony and justice. It is worthy of a demonkind, I am impressed that a mortal conceived of it. Yessss, I accept your proposal, and in return for what you offer I will give you that which you desire. I also extend the offer of patronage, it has been long since I have accepted a mortal as an acolyte, but you show great promise. I do not normally make this offer as I have little to do with humans, so think on this."
Margaret promised she would, and then promised to summon the great beast again as soon as the 'offering' was ready. She hurriedly closed the pentagram as the demon disappeared from it, relieved to be removed from that terrible gaze. But in spite of her fear she realized she was aroused, her sex moist and wet. Despite its appearance the creature had an aurora of sensuality, and she had been helpless not to respond to it. She rubbed her mound and moaned, somehow she knew if she hadn't been able to break that gaze she would have willingly given herself to the demon, body and soul. And his offer of patronage; while not her original intent, was...interesting. It would definitely bear thinking about.
As she left her sanctuary and walked through the main basement she stopped at the storeroom confining the rat, and looked through the small window. The rat was masturbating desperately, and from the cum on his fur had already orgasmed at least once. The potion had included an extremely powerful aphrodisiac which would never wear off; the rat was in a perpetual state of rut. The spell also insured he would never run dry, so could cum as often as he was able. She felt a sympathetic stir in her own sex, but fought down the urge to enter the room. HE would never touch her again, as man OR rat. She left the grunting squealing rat to his labors.
She went upstairs, and since it wasn't too late, thought, why not? Get it over with. She got out a minor spells book, found the one she wanted, and getting on the phone called the number of Chris's bimbo girlfriend. When Trish answered, Margaret said in a perfect copy of Chris's voice,
"Hey baby, how you doing?"
"Where are you!? Trish said, you were supposed to meet me at 7:00, it's after 8:00!"
"Sorry baby, Margaret said, something came up. I had to take the old dog to the airport to go visit some sick friend. You know how you always wanted to see her place? Well, I've got a set of keys. Why don't you come over and we'll have some fun!"
Trish giggled, "Sounds kinky, lets fuck in her own bed!"
Margaret almost lost her cool at that, but controlling herself, said in Chris's voice, "Sure thing baby, whatever you want. Now get over here, I'm horny!"
"On my way!" Trish answered.
Margaret had a truly evil smile on her face as she hung up. Fuck in her bed would she, well, she hoped she liked fucking where Margaret was sending her.
At first Margaret was unsure how to get Trish to take the potion; she doubted the girl would accept a drink from her. Then she smiled, of course, stupid of her, all she had to do was dump it on her, it would soak in through the skin just as quickly as if swallowed. She knew she'd better take precautions though; getting any on herself would be a disaster. So she put on a disposable rain coat, rubber gloves, and safety goggles. Then she got ready with a small glass of potion on the table next to her. She left the front door open and waited. She didn't have to wait long.
When the doorbell rang, she yelled "Come on in baby!" Still using Chris's voice, "I'm in the back!" Then she picked up the glass and waited in the dark shadows. As the girl entered the dark room Margaret doused her with the potion.
"God Dammit Chris!" Trish shrieked, what the fuck was that!?!" The she saw the woman standing in the shadows; she was removing a coat or something. "Who the Hell are you?" Trish asked.
"Me? My name is Margaret, I'm the old dog you two lowlifes were planning on killing after he married me. Hate to break it to you, weddings off; I'm afraid bestiality is against the law."
"You?! Trish stammered, where...where's Chris! He called me, I heard him?"
"Oh, you mean like this?" Margaret said in Chris's voice.
"How, how did you do that??" Trish said in amazement.
"Oh, just a little magic, it's not hard at all if you're a witch." Margaret replied, still using Chris's voice.
"This is just freaky, Trish said, you crazy old bat. I'm leaving!"
"No, you're not." Margaret said, as she shut the door.
"You can't stop me!" Trish snarled, then she got a funny look on her face as the potion began to take effect. "Ohh, I feel funny!" she gasped.
"You're going to feel a lot funnier." Margaret said with a smile.
"What did you do? Trish gasped as she felt a violent cramp, what WAS that stuff?"
"A magic potion to turn you into a bitch, you bitch." Margaret replied.
Trish sat down in a chair with a pale face as if she hadn't heard, and hugged herself. "I feel really bad! she moaned, please, I need a doctor!"
"Wouldn't help any, Margaret said, sitting down to watch the show. Maybe a Vet would, but I doubt it. You might want to take off your clothes."
"Fuck you!" Trish said, then bent over as she cramped again, and as she raised back up noticed brown hairs growing on her arms, and looking closer could actually see the hair thickening into fur, then squealed as her glue-on nails began to pop off as her fingernails became claws. She squealed again, leaning forward as a painful bump formed at the base of her spine. "What, what?? she shrieked, What's happening to meeee!"
Margaret watched as the changes became evident, a big smile on her face.
Trish gasped in pleasure as she felt her nipples harden and become sensitive, and felt her sex growing wet and aroused. She felt something happening on her lower chest and stomach, new areas of sensitivity forming, and in confusion rubbed small bumps she could feel through her blouse. The bumps felt like.., but it couldn't be! She pulled her blouse open and gasped as she saw three extra pairs of nipples forming on her torso. "Nooooo" she whimpered. She looked at the old lady and begged,
"Please, make it stop!"
"Too late bitch, Margaret answered, you shouldn't have gotten involved with that lowlife rat Chris, but you're just as bad as he is."
Trish felt around behind her as she felt something lifting up her skirt, to find a tail! It had pushed her panties down and was lifting up the hem of her skirt as it wagged wildly with a mind of its own. Standing up she almost tripped over her panties, so kicked them; and her shoes which no long fit, off. Her stocking were sagging, thick tufts of fur sticking through them, and she whimpered when she saw how her legs bent now, claws poking through tears in toes of her hose. She grunted as she felt a pressure building in her face, and squealed as her jaws began to stretch and grow.
"Err, owww, urr, yipe, nooaaa, erf, yipe!" she squealed and whined, her now much longer tongue lolling over her growing fangs as she panted. The discomfort and pain slowly faded, and with a shaking hand she reached up and felt her muzzle and large floppy ears. She looked at Margaret and realized she was color blind now.
"Whiiiiiinnee!" Trish gasped.
"You look ridiculous, take off those clothes, dogs don't wear clothes." Margaret ordered.
Whimpering, Trish obeyed, not knowing why she did. She looked at her body as her clothes dropped to the ground. Her torso was much more slender now without any real hips, her human breasts still full and firm, but with three more pairs of smaller, but equally firm, additional breasts. She felt for her mound in the fur between her legs, but it was much further around on her rear now at the base of her tail. She stood upright, but her legs were strangely bent. And she was in heat, she could feel an aching burning need in her sex, she'd never felt such lust.
Margaret looked at the partially human mongrel bitch with satisfaction, not even a thoroughbred. Even as dog she was common trash. Her fur was a dirty tan on her belly and legs, a darker brown on her back. Her muzzle looked like it had some German shepherd in it, but her body looked more like a Labs. The bitch was running her paws over her large swollen nipples, whimpering in lust. Well, let's not keep her wanting, Margaret thought. The aroused dog hardly even noticed as Margaret put a collar around her neck and led her down into the basement.
She took the whimpering dog to the pentagram room and tied her leash to a ring on the side of the large stone altar. 'Stay' she said, and the dog woman had no choice but to obey. She went to the storeroom and the rat was lying temporarily spent, his belly and lower chest fur matted with dried cum. She walked up to him, and said,
"You know I really fell for you Chris, we could have had so much together, I would have given you everything I had, including hundreds of years of life and youth, but you blew it you stupid rat. Now come with me, I have a bitch who wants to meet you, and someone else very special."
As she led the rat into the pentagram room he stopped, his nose quivering as he smelled the bitch in heat. With a squeal he pulled away from her and ran to the altar. She watched as the rat mounted and; grunting and squealing began to brutally fuck the whimpering dog, neither of them able to resist their lust despite the horror of their situation. Margaret watched for awhile as both had several massive orgasms; howling and squealing, as they both desperately tried to slake their insatiable spell induced lust, the harder they tried the worse it got. She wondered if they even knew who their 'partner' was. She watched the rats furiously pumping rump for a while longer, then approaching the coupling animals she looped a heavy silk cord around their waists and tied it securely, and they hardly paid her any attention. Then she looped it between their legs and tied it to the length around their waists. Now the rat would not be able to dismount without first undoing the cords, but they were magical and once secured could only be released by a spell. The two would remain in coitus until she wished otherwise, unable to stop mating. She removed their collars and leashes, the grunting heaving beasts oblivious to everything but their lust.
Margaret climbed up on the podium, activated the pentagram, and began to read the spell of summoning, ending with "Attend me Master Slithish, and accept my offering as per our agreement!"
With the familiar billow of reddish smoke the demon appeared in the pentagram. He spied the rutting beasts immediately, and uncoiling the huge demonic snake struck quickly, gripping the legs of the two beasts firmly in his jaws, positioned them a little better, then working his jaws begin to swallow. The two struggled frantically, shrill squeaks and yelps of terror filling the air, but they were unable to break free of one another or the snake, and even as they tried their movements caused them to keep fucking one another, which made their efforts to escape even more uncoordinated from the intense pleasure. Fairly quickly the snake's jaws moved over their hindquarters and down their backs and stomachs, then paused to unhinge as their wider hips reached its throat. At that point that there was no way they could wiggle free from that grip, and the demon began to leisurely take his time as he enjoyed the double treat. The two beasts, driven by lust and terror, kept coupling, their very motions helping make it easier for the snake to swallow the huge meal. And except for squeals and whimpers of pleasure were strangely quiet now, as if resigned to their horrible fates. The demon snake was enjoying itself immensely, it had never swallowed two animals who were mating before, and the steady rhythm of the rat's thrusts into the dog felt wonderful to his mouth and throat muscles. He opened his jaws, working them from side to side, as he slowly pulled the two in further, the end of his snout resting on their shoulders now, his tongue licking over the whimpering dog's breasts and large rubbery nipples.
Margaret watched the scene within the pentagram in mesmerized horror, she couldn't tear her eyes away no matter how she tried. Once when the rat creature that was Chris looked at her; pleading with his eyes as he squealed in terror, and reached towards her with one hand she felt tears slide down her cheeks, but it was far too late to do anything.
As his throat expanded to accommodate the animals shoulders the demonic snake began to swallow faster; and soon only the arms of the two were visible as they clutched desperately at his fangs and the edges of his hard snout. He worked his jaws again, swallowed once, again, and then hinged his jaws and shut his mouth with a happy hiss, a large bulge beginning to slowly work its way done his body and the rhythmic thrusts of the rat's hips were still clearly visible as he kept fucking the dog even as they were being swallowed. The snake turned his head to watch the bulge, and then slowly coiled around it after it reached his stomach.
Margaret put her hand to her mouth to stifle a scream of horror as the snakes mouth shut, and watched the large squirming bulge; faint squeals and yelps coming from inside the snake, as it moved down the snakes body to finally come to rest in what she assumed was its stomach, the bulge still moving energetically. The she lost part of her view as the demon coiled around his meal.
"Our deal is concluded, I am satisfied. The great snake hissed contentedly, your offering was most delicious. The feel of them writhing in my belly is exquisite. Now I will provide you with the spell to create a familiar as promised, as well as scrolls and tomes of spells and other magic's. Have you considered my offer of patronage?"
"What, what will happen to them now?" Margaret asked, she just had to know.
"Since they are now damned, bodies and souls, they cannot truly die. They will pass through my digestive system, remaining fully aware, until excreted. Then their bodies will be reconstituted from their liquefied remains. But they will remain beasts. I may dine on them a few more times, but eventually I will sell them to other demonkind to be trained as sex slaves. That is the most common fate of non-virgin mortals sacrificed to us. Their beast forms may make then even more valuable. I mussst admit I seldom get two sacrifices at once, and never in such an unusual way. It was most enjoyable. The snake raised his head and looked at his still heaving belly. I do believe they are still mating, how nice!"
Margaret shuddered; she hadn't really thought much about what would happen when she sacrificed the pair. She kept trying to look away from the squirming bulge in the snakes body, but just couldn't. As she watched several books and scrolls appeared on the altar, each bound with the seal of the demon Slithish. He gave her the word of power which would remove the seals and wards, anyone else who tried to open them would most likely be his next meal.
"Well, the snake hissed, this concludes our bargain, and it has been most enjoyable treating with you. Tell me now, will you accept my patronage? I can give you powers and pleasures beyond your imagination, but I must know now. I will not repeat my offer."
Margaret replied without hesitation, "Yes Master, I accept your offer."
"Excellent! The demon hissed, his eyes flaring brightly. Summon me again in one week's time and we will start your training. But for now please close the pentagram, my large meal had made me sleepy, and I need to rest and digest it."
As instructed Margaret closed the pentagram, catching one last glimpse of the still moving bulge in the demons scaly stomach, faint squeals coming from it. She had a feeling it would keep moving for quite some time as the two; given no choice by the potions effects, kept coupling until they literally dissolved. Well, she rationalized, better them then me.
Margaret entered the pentagram and picked up the books and scrolls; and she could feel the power they radiated. Until now her dealing and spell casting had been minor and mostly harmless. But she realized that now she was truly a powerful Sorceress, and that her actions this night, and her deal with the demon, had damned her own soul. But she found she really didn't care, and that Revenge was a Dish Best Served Alive.
The End
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