Witch’s Vibes
Valentina Banesman let out a moan as the bells of the front door jingled. Her assistant was between her legs licking her pussy. She was nearing an orgasm as the interruption happened. It was disappointing as she was actually enjoying her assistant’s ritual that turned her tongue into a fleshy vibrator while reaping the benefits of it.
Valentina Banesman was only her current identity. She had been cursed by a rival witch who was a scorned lover once upon a time. Her curse had been quite nasty and took her years to counteract parts of it so she could be back in society unnoticed. The last part of the curse has left her immortal, but she was no longer an ugly, plague-infested hag. She had found a way to change her appearance to whatever she preferred these days.
She had lived many lifetimes now and watched humanity flop around like fish out of water. She had no love loss towards them as they had actively sought her and her kind for a millennium. Most of the public stories were inaccurate and far tamer than reality. Burning people at the stake would have been a reprieve. Then again it wasn’t actually easy to burn a witch at the stake. No, most records of those being accused of witchcraft were actually normal human beings victimized by paranoid or selfish people in most cases.
With her current identity, Valentina set up as an owner of a shop. Most called it the occult sex shop, but it contained other things. Plenty of her stock was related to what people may call sex items or paraphernalia as well as some simple occult-based items. Take for example one of the main reasons people visited lately, she sold Halloween costumes. Some were normal, some more explicit, and a few unique creations of her own.
As today was Halloween, even Valentina got in the spirit of dressing up. Mostly she could care less about mortals except those who needed her specialty items. Though Halloween tended to be a good day to find more resources. That meant attracting customers. Hence her Mistress of the Dark costume. Not only was she a true Mistress of the Dark, but she pulled off the look better.
Though if Valentina desired mortal attention, the woman who portrayed Elvira wasn’t a bad option. She apparently enjoyed the fairer sex, which was a bonus. Valentina just didn’t need any unwanted attention and stayed away from those in the public. She already had to deal with the sheriff and the mayor to keep negative attention about strange occurrences and disappearances away from her. It didn’t matter that she was the cause of most of them.
Valentina kicked off her assistant who quietly went in the back, so she didn’t scare the customers before she stood with her seductive voice booming, “Welcome to Witch’s Vibes. Please look around and if you have any questions, feel free to ask.”
The three young men watched the tall, pale woman walk from behind the counter. Her long, jet black hair ran straight down her back and front. She had blood red lips and dark eyeliner matched her hair color almost as if they sucked the incoming light into the abyss. It was mesmerizing in its own way yet paled in comparison to her hypnotic blue eyes. Little did they know that they were fully capable of doing that. Her flawless face was merely foreplay when the boys saw the rest of her. Her hair reached the sides of her ample breasts. A few strands even laid on peaks of her mounds.
The black dress covered her shoulders with long sleeves that flared out the further they went down her pale, delicate arms. The neckline plunged significantly. The black dress contrasted with her pale skin. Her milky globes, partially exposed, appeared far too perky for their size allowing for cleavage that was dangerously close to them popping out and being fully exposed. The middle of the dress hugged her body until the double front slits started just below her waist. Her wide hips flared the sides of his dress partially exposing her sexy, toned, pale legs. Clicks sounded as her heels struck the floor one after another. The strip of her dress between the two slits shifted precariously with each step, teasing a chance to expose what was underneath. While panties were optional, they were unnecessary as her body was unnatural and didn’t suffer the limits and fallacies of mortals anymore.
The three young men's minds were mush at that point as they stared at the ungodly beautiful woman.
“While I am flattered by your attention, why don’t you take a look around and see if anything interests you,” Valentina was anything but flattered. This was a means to an end. She needed more resources and these three would be perfect. Her seductive smile and body were clearly too much. She brought up her hand near her face and snapped, causing the three of them to jump. They probably didn’t even notice her nails painted black and extended out three inches. Just as they probably didn’t realize how hard it was to snap with them.
The three scrambled and Valentina headed behind the counter once again. She was a bit frustrated at being denied due to their interruption, but she would get what she deserves from them soon enough. Her assistant should ensure things were set up and ready for when she was ready to catch the flies.
No doubt her assistant was also sweating it out in the back. It was a big day for her. She needed to pass her test to break her curse by midnight or suffer the consequences for failing once again.
It had been Halloween a decade ago that day when a pompous fool of a man walked in and thought he could seduce her. Not only was he dumb enough to try when she had no interests in men, he chose aggression after rejection. Valentina could have easily used him like the others, but she had been looking to get something new with hope it would help fully break her curse. So, she cursed the man in which he was transformed into a hideous hag not unlike what was done to her. Through the years she trained the hag as her assistant and in the arts to see if a new mind came up with something she had missed.
Every year her assistant attempted to break the curse on Halloween. Every year was another failure. That meant consequences for her assistant. This past year, Valentina added the state of permanent arousal without any hope of gaining release. That is until today, under a very specific requirement.
Valentina kept an eye on the boys as they roamed her shop in a herd softly whispering as they looked at various things.
“Maybe one of them will be the one to help her assistant. Doubtful,” she thought, “but greater miracles have happened.”
The boys were heading her way now. It seemed they finally had the nerve to engage her. She didn’t blame them; they were trapped in her web unknowingly. They would make fine additions to her collection.
“Excuse me, Ma’am,” said what was clearly the boldest of the three.
Her smile widened as she answered, “How may I help you?”
The three nervously looked at each other with the bolder one clearing his throat before responding, “We hear you make special vibrators.”
That seemed about as much as he could choke out at the moment.
Her smile never faded as Valentina responded, “That is correct. Though most of the ones I make are for women, I do occasionally make some for men.”
She didn’t mention that they were usually cursed especially for men.
One of the others finally chimed in, “Do you use them on yourself?”
Both the other boys punched his arms as he cried out, “Ouch!” before saying sorry to her.
They were truly pathetic, but she had them where she wanted them.
“Of course. I test each individually to ensure their quality and that they meet my standards,” she said with a smiling gaze, adding, “I’d even be willing to give you a demonstration later, if you answer one simple question.”
The three stared back at her slack jaw. She couldn’t help but smirk.
“Are any of you virgins?” she asked after a few moments.
None of them immediately responded, but she soon was dragging her fingernails along the bottom of each of their chins. That seemed to interrupt their trance.
“Virgins, any of you?” Valentina asked again. Two raised their hands while one shook his head. “Fair enough. Follow me to the back so you can be prepared for later.”
The front of her store was the trap. The back was where the real magic usually happened. The back was spelled and warded so no one she didn’t allow could see what truly existed back there. Her lab was filled with her true occult items which was one of the main features. This is where she crafted unique items not to be found anywhere else.
It was also in many ways her trophy room. She had a collection of an assortment of things, but her true pride and joys were very special indeed. She had kept quite a few over the years but sold many to the right customers. Some were given hints to their special nature while others oblivious to the individual curses within each. No one, but Valentina and her current assistant, knew how they were made or what they truly contained.
There were many more secrets hidden from prying eyes.
Valentina led them through the door covered with Halloween themed decorations. Once they were all through the door, it slammed closed. Her three moths had officially gotten too close to the fire. The point of no return as they jumped from the sound of the door.
“Mistress?” echoed through the back area. She was playing with their minds as they entered her domain, past her wards. The illusions were strong and appealed to all senses. It probably felt like they entered a new world or into a horror movie at least. It was meant to deter intruders, but with-it being Halloween Valentina didn’t mind them suffering the effects a bit.
As a figure came into view, the three men screamed and ran for the door. In their minds, there was no door nor anywhere to run. Valentina was laughing internally. It never got old to watch grown men scream in terror and panic. Unfortunately, some were prone to making messes.
The figure coming toward them was truly hideous. Then again, Valentina had cursed her assistant to look that way. It was far worse than the curse she suffered from initially. She was happy she eventually overcame aspects of it, but her assistant was weak and untrained compared to her. Yet she still had hoped the creature would provide a spark towards fully overcoming hers.
Her skin was green and warty. Her dirty dirt-brown hair, frayed and ratty, went in all directions. It even fell out in clumps in some areas. Her dress was little more than an old holey sack that was ill-fitted for her misshapen, slouched body. Her hands and feet were equally gnarly and deformed looking more like claws.
Valentina took inspiration from literature, art, and even movies in her creation of her assistant’s look. The reactions of others seemed universally the same. It was a small sense of pride for Valentina. Her creation had the effect that she desired.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes Mistress,” her assistant responded. Her tongue was still buzzing like a vibrator, slightly distorting her words.
The three behind her shrieked and cried in horror. It amused Valentina at first, but it quickly was becoming annoying. The shop was still open, so she didn’t have time to play.
“That’s enough!” her voice boomed. Silence resonated momentarily after the echoes faded. The three stooges stood there frozen, though she hadn't made them do it. “This is my assistant. I know she is scary, but it is Halloween after all. Now be good boys and follow her. If you're lucky she may choose one of you for something important. Mind you, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover or a hag by her looks. Tales say kissing the frog could turn them back to a Prince or Princess. Or in this case maybe you can help Dorothy remove her curse so she can return to Kansas. It seems the wicked witch did a number on her. So, play hard and expect a mind-blowing experience. I’ll be back later to give you a demonstration.”
Before she left, Valentina whispered to her assistant that she temporarily named Dorothy, “Two are virgins, one claims not to be. Choose well, failure is unacceptable. This is your last chance.”
Valentina turned and left, heading to the door the aptly named stooges still couldn’t see. She basically vanished in front of their eyes once she walked through.
The store was empty of customers, but her outer ward let her know others were nearby. Two people had even crossed the ward feet from the entrance. She would have new customers momentarily.
In walked a couple, a tall jock-type man and by all accounts an average looking woman who was more than a foot shorter than him.
“You promised to try. Plus, you owe me,” the woman nearly whined as she spoke.
“Fine, but I will pick your costume and there will be no arguments.”
She just looked up at him and smiled as she grabbed his hand and dragged him to Valentina who waited behind the counter. When the man caught sight of her, his eyes hungrily focused on her cleavage. No doubt he was undressing her in his mind. Probably thought he could seduce Valentina if he got her alone.
“Hi. I placed an order for a special maid costume last month.”
Valentina smiled. She figured this would be the couple when they walked in, now she knew. She was very much looking forward to the outcome of this one. This was definitely a specialty order.
“I'll get it and place it in the changing room for it to be tried on. Please take a look around. It shouldn't take me more than a couple minutes, but there is no hurry.”
Valentina moved away from the counter towards the back. She could feel both sets of eyes watching her. They didn’t know she could still hear them even once she was out of sight.
“You didn’t need to eye fuck her the whole time.”
“Why wouldn’t I? She’s perfect. A fucking Goddess.”
“So now you do it in front of me, you piece of shit.”
“You brought me here. You saw her tits. You saw her perfect figure. The way her hips moved, and her ass was utterly mesmerizing.”
“You’re a sexist pig.”
“I am a man. I can't help it. Plus, you have no room to talk. You were staring. You probably want to be her or be with her. We can see if she is interested in a threesome, and you can finally know what it is like to be with a smoking hot woman.”
There was a yelp and further arguing before Valentina finished and exited the changing room. Once again, their attention was on her as the arguing stopped.
Once he was inside the changing room, Valentina asked the woman, “Which is it? Do you want to be me or with me?”
The other woman blushed and sputtered out, “It’s not like that.”
From inside the changing room, “She’s a closet lesbian who refuses to admit it. And how the fuck do you put this stuff on?”
Valentina watched as the woman screamed like a banshee and charged into the changing room. The arguing didn’t stop, and she was surprised the changing room didn’t fall apart or explode.
Speaking of banshees, Valentina would be happy to never encounter another one. As much as she hated men, banshees were close to the level of men. So single minded and annoying. She hoped they were finally exterminated.
“Let's look in the mirror outside,” Valentina eventually heard.
“I don’t… I… I don't feel right.”
“You'll be fine, let's get to a mirror and I will explain.”
They exited the changing room, and his transformation was already beginning. The skimpy French Maid uniform shifted and adapted as his body changed. He had lost considerable height though the punishing high heels he wore still ensured he remained taller than her.
“Wha… What is going on?”
“You are getting what you deserve.”
He didn’t seem to be paying attention as he asked, “Why do I have tits?”
The woman smacked him upside the head to get his attention, “You mean those nubs as you like to call them at that size? Those are just… how should we put it? … foreplay? No… Let's just saying your growing up to become a big girl right now, you sexist fuck.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry. It's just the beginning before you become a bimbo fuckdoll maid.”
“Wha… what di… wha…”
“You shouldn't have cheated on me with those girls, including my former best friend.”
His transformation was accelerating a bit. His breasts were growing along with his hair, hips and ass. His waist and penis size along with his IQ were precipitously dropping while his, or was it her now, height had stabilized. Her thin legs were a bit longer than her torso. The heels added the extra height to make her look leggier. Her ass and hips grew more exaggerated when combined with the tiny waist she had now. The skirt and little petticoat barely covered anything. The bottom half of her ass was on full display. Everyone watched in the mirror as her penis shrank until it sank inside of her and a vagina formed. It finished with the looks of a tiny penis trying to burst out before mostly being pulled back in to form the clit.
To throw off the balance even more was the oversized breasts that would have torn the top of the French maid uniform if it wasn’t designed to handle the changes. She looked so top heavy she easily could fall over if her waist didn’t break first. Truthfully all her features were over exaggerated including her lips now. Her red lips were puffy and looked ready to provide pleasure.
The new bimbo maid’s changes were finishing up when the jingle of someone entering went off.
“Speak of the slut,” the angry woman muttered. Her expression changed as she walked over to the woman who just entered.
Valentina couldn’t have cared less about the woman's drama; she was getting what she wanted while pursuing the removal of the curse. She had watched humans do utterly ridiculous things to each other for centuries. It was amazing they still managed to survive their nature especially when plenty thrive on more selfish and negative desires. She may have been born human long ago. Times were different. Her status was different. Then she took an interest in her. Made her something more, but it wasn’t enough. Love wasn’t enough. Power wasn’t enough because she was still beneath her. She craved more, desired more. She knew the fallacies of humanity even more now than she did back then. Though she doubted, she wouldn’t have done things differently. Stubbornness. Just because she was born a slave, didn’t mean she wouldn’t defy the world. She still defied it daily, for better or worse.
Valentina exited the changing room as the two women approached, “It’s ready inside.”
Valentina moved over to the bimbo maid who curtsied and asked, “How may I serve you, Mistress?”
“Get on your hands and knees and lick my shoes clean, while worshiping like your life depends on it. Don’t you dare touch any other part of me. You will remain there until commanded otherwise.”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
Valentina watched as the bimbo maid got on her hands and knees. Her skirt and petticoat didn’t really cover her to begin with, but she was clearly exposed to anyone walking up from behind. That wouldn't bother the new maid. Shame wasn’t an emotion she could feel anymore.
Her huge bubble butt was truly exposed as her skirt slid up further around her extremely thin waist. She struggled to get to Valentina's heels as her oversized breasts were impeded by the floor beneath her. She rocked forward on her breasts, her ass shot higher into the air. Her tongue extended towards the top of the first heel with her red lips eventually reaching to start her worship while cleaning.
While Valentina was watching, she heard, “What is that?”
“Just put it on.”
“It looks like a human sized condom.”
Valentina silently snickered to herself. It was an apt description as that was what she used as the base of her ritual, well a normal condom. These costumes required significant effort and resources for what they were meant to accomplish. The first one turned out even better than expected. She couldn’t wait for this next one as the change is even more significant. So, she may be wearing an oversized condom to begin with, but it is far from the end result.
“Let's just look in the mirror, you will see what it becomes,” the woman said, dragging her condom-covered friend out of the changing room to the mirror.
“It’s starting to feel funny,” the friend whined.
“Just watch as it changes you, you backstabbing cunt.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You fucked my former boyfriend while we were together. You were my best friend. It seems that is what you do to your life-long friend?”
“I…”
“Doesn’t matter anymore. That bimbo maid over there is what he is now and forever. You will never get fucked by him again.”
“That can’t be. Is that what is going to happen to me?” she said as she tried to remove the rubber coating her body. It had been changing and now was flush against her skin as it was fusing and transforming her.
“No, you're going to be something similar, but different. Something more…” her friend screamed as she struggled as the transformation started its next process. Soon the screaming stopped as the woman finished her comment, “Inanimate.”
The struggling ended as the changes further took effect. Her skin became more latex or plastic-like. Her body lost details. Moments later she fell back. It was slow and stiff, but there was no thump. The body actually bounced up and down twice. It was like she was now hollow and full of air.
The color of the body was similar to her previous body, but the texture was smooth. She was hairless except the top of her head, which included no eyebrows. Her feet pointed down like she would be on her toes if she was standing. The muscles in her legs and arms lost all definition round and became tube-like as they bowed out more than normal. Her waist shrunk not unlike the bimbo maid. Her pussy and asshole took on more generic shapes, but the openings were present and exposed. As intended, they screamed to be filled. The same could be said for the red oval-like mouth and lips. It was most definitely designed for something long and hard to be inserted, not that other things couldn’t be.
Her nose lost all definition and even her nostrils closed. She definitely wasn’t breathing anymore. That was evident with the large mounds on her chest not moving at all. They were at least four sizes larger than her original ones. Her nipples look as cartoonist fake as her breasts. They along with her areola were dark pink and looked to be painted much like her lip color.
Her ears disappeared. Her hair lightened and went straight, no longer looking real. It was more white than blonde and not the dark brunette she came in as.
Her eyes were one of the last parts to change. They lost definition and details as they inflated to match the rest of her. Instead of her original brown, she had blue painted eyes that were larger and similarly unrealistic.
She was no longer a human. Proof was more evident when the disgruntled woman opened the plug near what would be considered a belly button. The former friend deflated right there on the floor.
Valentina ordered the maid to get the box from the counter and pack up the new doll before turning to the woman, “Your payment is due.”
The woman looked a little terrified, but asked, “How much do I owe you?”
Valentina gave a smirk before responding in her sexy sultry voice, “Everything… But I don’t need your money or anything material from you, including you. Your payment will be to wear the costume I made for you.”
The woman shook in fear as she answered, “Will I become like them?”
“Yes and no. Your costume will be just as permanent, and changes will occur. You will get to keep your mind if you have the willpower.”
“What if I don’t want to wear the costume?”
Valentina's expression darkened, “I gave you the revenge you desired. I went above and beyond what you wanted. You promised you would pay any price for it. I have given you my price. Should you resist, you will end up more like them. You will wear the costume. So, choose your next actions wisely.”
“Wha…What is the costume?” she nervously asked.
“You will find out. Enjoy the surprise.”
The woman eventually entered the changing room, and Valentina went to check on her store, including seeing what the maid was up to. No one else had entered and things appeared in order if you don’t count the bimbo maid deepthroating a large dildo near the counter. It was likely something she would be doing the rest of her life, so she wasn’t sure she could blame her for the head start. Though hopefully she will be distracted soon and leave before messing with more of her products. Money wasn’t an issue. She just didn’t want people using the products in her store without permission or paying.
A brief squeal came from the changing room. It became silent within, but Valentina waited. There was no hurry, and it gave her time to adjust. Eventually the maid was sent in to retrieve the object in the changing room.
There was something to be said about how the bimbo maid moved. Despite the proportions of much of her body being grossly over exaggerated, she moved with clear balance and grace. The tall high heels didn’t affect her in any way except to add to her overall sexiness. She was a fantasy come true to some and a nightmare for others.
The maid returned with a large phallic shaped object in her hands near her waist as her massive breasts bounced up and down as she walked. Her arms were not long enough to fully reach around her breasts and still hold the object. Her new pussy glistened as the skirt and petticoat didn’t cover the front much anymore than the back. Her red lips encircled the base of the dildo as she never removed it from her mouth. She didn’t need to breathe anymore considering she was no longer actually human.
“Turn the base and stroke it,” Valentina commanded.
The bimbo maid was gripping the large, gold-colored, and phallic-shaped vibrator as she twisted the base. Spurts of a white substance shot out of the tip. The more that came out of it didn’t make a mess but formed a humanoid figure. Her skin was more flawless and exotic. Her body shape was similar to the woman she once was, but with a couple of adjustments. Her breasts were a size or two larger than before. They were covered by a light blue see-through top. It left her midsection exposed as it went up to the gold metal collar around her neck. It also extended down her arms to the gold cuffs attached to her wrists. Her pants were similar to her top in that they were light blue and see-through. They were more consistent with harem pants where her top was much tighter. The pants ended at the gold ankle cuffs.
That was far from the most noticeable change. That belonged to the massive erection she was sporting beneath the thin material. Its length and girth were beyond average and if someone paid close enough attention, they would see it closely resembled the vibrator she came from. Her former parts down there had definitely been replaced.
After the woman finished forming, she shrieked, “Is this some sick joke playing off my name?”
Valentina held a smirk as she responded, “No Jeanie, it’s not sick. I’ll admit your name was a bit of inspiration. You are not an actual genie as you can’t grant wishes. You do have abilities others would crave, and they are perfect for your new fuckdolls you asked me to make.”
Jeanie was shaking and struggling to pay attention and screamed out, “Fuck!”
Valentina offered some advice, “Your willpower isn’t strong enough to resist it yet with the newness of it all. Use the doll in front of you as you deflated the other prematurely.”
Jeanie had one hand on her new cock, stroking it. She still managed to command her bimbo maid onto the floor and onto all fours. Though a small shove would have had her face first if her breasts were not in the way. The maid's ass in the air, Jeanie rammed her cock into the waiting, wet pussy. Moans came from the maid even as she rocked back and forth on her ball-like tits with each forceful stroke. Jeanie was desperate and only had one thing in mind even when the maid's face was pounding the floor.
After Jeanie orgasmed twice, once in the maid’s pussy and once in her ass, her eyes regained a little focus. She was not done fucking the maid and wouldn’t likely until Valentina kicks them out. “Why?” she muttered.
Valentina held in a laugh as she responded, “You could have just ended your relationships with both and moved on. Instead, you were hell bent on revenge while ignoring your own inadequacies and faults that helped cause this. I have given you a number of gifts to help. I won't tell you all or even most of them. Think of this as a rebirth and you are a baby having to relearn your way. At least you have more of a mind than the others, once in a while.
The expression fucking like rabbits will never be truer than with you. Your libido has been magnified by more than a thousand percent just as your refractory period is reduced by more than a thousand percent. You don’t have to worry about periods or getting pregnant anymore. You also desire to fuck others rather than being fucked. Though, while you are barely human, you should be careful around fertile women as your seed is nearly a guaranteed baby maker.
Be careful with that monster between your legs. Most mortals can't handle your size at first, especially with how aggressive you are with your lack of control. That's why the fuckdolls are important. They will always provide maximum pleasure no matter which hole you use. Their holes will always retighten unlike mortals if you are not careful. Not that I am concerned about you being careful.
Now your costume is permanent. The fabric will mend if damaged. The collar and cuffs have no locks, nor can they be removed as they are fused with you. You are the first futa genie in existence as far as I know.”
“Not…” Jeanie said slowly as she thrust in and out, “a… genie.”
“Not in a traditional sense. As I said you have no ability to grant wishes except to fuck somebody nonstop. Now do try to gain some control soon, as you will need to leave eventually.”
“What about my life, my job, my family and everything else?” she asked in a moment of clarity.
“That is for you to figure out. I'm sure you will get plenty of new opportunities. In the end, I don’t care as we will never see each other again once you leave.”
Valentina went back to running her store. A few people came in. Most of those customers just bought mundane items while getting a show from Jeanie and the bimbo maid.
One woman came in to receive the item she had made for her at her boyfriend's insistence. It was another vibrator, except the boyfriend volunteered. That was a rarity, but one Valentina didn’t mind. She had transformed him into a unique one like all the others. Valentina even insisted upon putting it on the woman herself. The woman didn’t like the idea, but Valentina used some of her abilities to control her long enough.
The woman wouldn't remember what happened while in the store. Valentina had her on the counter with her legs spread. Her panties were removed and the new vibrator attached. This one had clips that attached to her labia and clit. It sealed away her pussy and clit. It would also leave her in constant torment and permanent tease and denial. She would never cheat on her boyfriend with the former hole. He will forever guard it from any intrusion.
At least Valentina wouldn’t have to hear any complaints. She wouldn’t regain all her senses until she left the store and passed the wards. By then, she wouldn’t remember Valentina or the store. Her eternal state of pleasure and pain will finally register and likely keep her occupied for a bit.
Valentina was excited to close the store with Jeanie and the dolls removed. She quickly headed to the back to deal with her latest conquests.
In the back, she was met by the sight of one of the men bound naked and spreading eagle in a ritual circle. Her grotesque assistant worked furiously at a blow job. It was not a sight Valentina wanted to see, but not an unexpected one.
“I see you have failed again,” Valentina commented.
The popping sound from the assistant pulling off the erect cock. It clearly wasn't erect by natural means.
Her assistant begged, “Please Mistress, I need more time.”
“You have until I am done with the other two. Then your fate will be decided.”
Valentina didn’t bother to wait for an answer and moved on to her next victim.
Her holding cells weren’t traditional. They were more like cages over a ritual circle. The enchantments kept the subject subdued. They were awake but had no control over themselves.
That was the case of the first one she walked up to. The man was standing naked in the middle of the cell. The openings all around it would allow Valentina to complete most rituals without entering. It took her many years to perfect this and made subduing and transforming her victims infinitely easier.
Now was time to focus. This had become her specialty by choice at least since vibrators were invented. She had centuries of working her craft and discovering new things and ways to accomplish them. Before batteries and even electricity was discovered, Valentina knew sex sells and toys were desired by many including women. She used to make dildos and other insertable toys. She truly got off by selling her wares to Catholic nuns. It was one of many reasons the Inquisition and many witch trials happened over the years. The foolish idiots.
While she could do this ritual in less time, she liked to make each one unique and special. That required hours more, but that was an improvement over the days it took her back when she first started. Her assistant couldn’t complain about not being given time even after ten years. This one was the first of two for now.
She enjoyed the process still after all these years. It was even better when she objectified another human, especially men. They weren’t dead from the process. No, they were bound by their mind and soul to the new form. They would feel the pleasure as another used them. When they weren’t in use, well Valentina couldn’t verify. It shouldn’t have been pleasant even if it was only being trapped without senses beyond touch. The emptiness. The loneliness. So many negative feelings that could creep in. There was no escape.
She had stripped off her dress and the rest of her clothes, except her heels, as she performed the rituals. It was weird because she usually stripped off everything to ensure nothing interfered. Yet something in the back of her mind felt like leaving them on was a good idea. The dress, her look and even her body were not her cup of tea. The dress was only meant for this occasion. Her body was just her current identity, that of Valentina Banesman. A temporary state for the expected lifetime of a mortal. She couldn’t have anyone know she was immortal, so she had to change her identity in a reasonable amount of time. It was easier in the old days to just move from place to place and no one would know the difference. These days and the technological advances make it more difficult thus the full identity changes, including her body. She had lived long enough to accumulate wealth and could use it when she moved to the next stage of life.
Her rituals completed; she collected her latest toys while still mostly naked. She could hear the clicking of her heels between the grunts of her assistant. No doubt, she was working hard. Unfortunately, she would fail as Valentina expected.
The clicking of her heels was muted the closer she got to the grunting. The grotesque hag was bouncing up and down on the erect cock. Her small yet saggy breasts bounced as she looked down on her captive. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head. She continually murmured to him.
Valentina was disgusted by the scene for a multitude of reasons as she authoritatively spoke, “You have failed for the last time.”
“I'm sorry, Mistress,” her assistant responded, though she didn’t stop fucking the body beneath her. “Your bed is ready. Maybe you can test your new vibrators while watching me desperately try for a few minutes longer. You can fantasize about what you will do with me and him when you finish pleasuring yourself. Though I will gladly pleasure you as well one final time since we were interrupted earlier.”
“Oddly, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Watching you try not to fail while knowing that you will never service me in that way again before you are transformed,” Valentina said, moaning in pleasure at the thought.
Valentina found herself in her bed, on her back, but propped up on pillows so she could look down on her prey. Her legs spread and bent at the knees, also propped up with her heels still on. She just didn’t seem to want to remove them. The first of the new vibrators was in her hands and slowly inserted between her lower lips and into her tight, waiting hole. She even grabbed the second one, this one she pressed against her pearl. Moans of pleasure came even while watching the disgusting display in front of her. She didn’t care that her assistant looked like a hag for years, she still had her service her for a decade.
Both vibes were working their magic, when her assistant changed before her eyes.
Her eyes went wide as she murmured to herself, “No. It can't be. It must be my imagination. No, I'd never allow a man to penetrate me unless he was a vibe like this one.”
Valentina finally realized she had no control as she tried to remove both vibes. She struggled to free herself, but continued to pleasure herself against her will now. She was at her peak, but not allowed to go over the edge. She screamed out in frustration and confusion.
“Is something wrong, lover?” a voice came from the side of her bed.
Valentina's head snapped to the side, the first movement of her own volition since she realized she couldn’t. That didn’t mean she was free or stopped from pleasuring herself. No, she was under someone else's control and now she knew who it was.
“You’re dead.” Valentina nearly shouted out, desperate for her own orgasm.
“Is that so, slave?” she responded as she did a little twirl. “That is what I wanted everyone, including you to believe. Did you try to get back into your old body after my supposed death? Maybe even try mine? The scowl on your face suggests you tried and failed.”
“Why?” came Valentina's response, but it was in her native tongue. Her slave tongue.
“You have forgotten that you belong to me and always will. There was no escape. Only what I allowed. You wounded me. I punished you. I let you see the world. I let you thrive to see what you would do. Yes, you gained power. Yet, you abused it for your own personal vindictiveness. You crave more. Desire more. Do you know where that comes from? Me. Your power, no matter how great, was always mine as well. You along with all the others were mine. Yet, you defied me. You didn’t care for my love or the gifts I gave you. No, you were delusional. Drunk on power. Spiteful to the core. You had a chance to do great things. It turns out I made a mistake, and you have become my disappointment.”
Valentina's eyes liked tears in both shame and fear. She was unsure what was coming, but she didn’t expect it to be good. She was truly fucked in more ways than one.
“Unfortunately, you were also my weakness, because I love you even now. That is why I am back to take what is mine. You got to stretch your wings for a moment, but eternity is a long time. You will never leave me again.
Don’t worry. I wouldn't let anyone other than me penetrate that body. It is only an illusion. As I said, your power is mine and I have my own on top of that. As soon as your former assistant stops messing with that toy, I will officially give her your former body as promised. Mind you, there will be new accessories to ensure her loyalty and obedience. I promise it will remain untouched by anyone but me. And even then, her new accessories will lock away all access to personal pleasure and leave her teased and denied. Her focus will be solely on my pleasure as I should have done to you from the beginning. Her punishment was warranted by you, and it shall remain, just in your former body. That is just the next step in your punishment, my property.”
Valentina tears continued to flow while she endured her newest vibrators. Tormented with being on edge with no hope of release. She hadn't expected this. She thought she was free even if deep down she knew it was a lie. She never should have been able to get away. She saw that now. The worst part was realizing how much she missed her… Owner. She was truly a fool and was now going to pay the price.
“Good thing I don’t need intelligence from your former assistant. She broke that poor boy's mind long ago. He will be useless, but I will keep up the tradition and transform him like the others. You really did a number on her. She is truly hideous like I did to you. Yet you let her touch you, knowing no man or woman could love her. You used her, which I don't fault you for. But you made her believe there was a way out. It was quite cruel to dangle the carrot in front of her before throwing it in a bottomless pit and watching her jump in after it.
I have no doubt you are wondering about your fate. Well, once the ritual is completed you will be transformed like you have done to so many others. I should thank you for learning and working so hard to perfect it. But you won't quite become a normal vibrator. You will become a vibrating buttplug. You know I am not a fan of things up there and have never allowed it. You were always special, so you will be the first and last thing to go there. It will be a reminder of my failure while returning my most prized possession back to me. I've had your former body which will once again serve me as it always did when you occupied it. Now I will have your mind and soul giving me even more pleasure. If my body was still human as before this wouldn't ever happen. Since I can make this as pleasurable of an experience as possible, this is your fate. I get double the pleasure from my favorite toy.
Now before I eternally condemn you with the ritual. I will say a few more things while you can still understand.”
She bent over and kissed Valentina on the lips. As she stood back up, she was a spitting image of Valentina. Only she was dressed back in the Mistress of the Dark costume instead of being naked. Her hands went immediately to her chest as she prodded, squeezed, and adjusted her new breasts.
“These are bigger than I like. Then again, I'm in love with your small breasted, lithe former body. Just as you were mine. We didn’t have anything like these back then, not even those who ended up pregnant and had children. Guess it will take getting used to. The big breasts and the pale skin. It might not be obvious, but I'm going to take a break and become Valentina Banesman until I get bored with it since you won't be her anymore.
I see why the dress and the shoes are popular. They definitely enhance certain body parts. Speaking of shoes, you may have noticed you still have yours on but not why. Well, one of the many things I learned from you is how to control others. The shoes were an easy item to spell and honestly, it's one of the modern items I enjoy looking at. You do look good in them even in that body. Also, your current position makes me a bit jealous… well if I would actually be allowed an orgasm. Since I don't have to worry about them bothering my feet, I think I will adapt and adopt this trend even into the future.
Now, normally this country allows any last words, but I only want specific ones. So, repeat after me, though you may make it more believable…”
Valentina wasn’t sure if they were truly her words from her heart or she was coerced in some way. She felt like she meant them. That made her feel better as she said, “I love you and deep down always have. I truly missed you, but my own hubris prevented me from admitting it. I'm grateful to be returned to you. I'm deeply sorry for disappointing you. I willingly accept my place beneath you and all you will do to help me further understand my place. I have and always will belong to you and know we shall never be separated again.”
“Very well. I forgive you only because I love you. It still doesn't change what must be done. And further punishment is required. That is why your mind will be locked in a moment of bliss and frustration. Eternal tease and denial. You may not have a humanoid body, but your mind will believe it. At some point when my anger dies down… or I get bored I will find a way to communicate with you again. Despite everything, your mind is quite useful and your best asset even if I really desire your former flesh.
Once I am done with this break of being Valentina Banesman, I think it's time to rise to power again. While it would be easy to take over this country and maybe even the world, I learned my lesson. They need the freedom or at least enough of it to grow and expand. The new things discovered make many things easier. But I want people to serve and become mine again as they have through many eras through the years. Maybe I will only take volunteers this time. The question is will I choose the title of Pharaoh? Maybe Queen. Empress again? Or do I invent a new title? Well, I have time to contemplate. More than you do, my lovely.
One last thing. It will be a reminder to both of us. Every time I sit, I will be stimulated, and you will feel it. It's a reminder that you always were and always will be beneath me while forever in me.”
The hours for the ritual felt like eternity while they were happening. As it came to the end, it felt like it blew by. A few hours were less than a blink of an eye in reality. Her fate, destiny, or whatever you call it was upon her. Her owner in her current identity stared at her as she completed the ritual. The last thing she would ever see before she lost her identity and became trapped as an inanimate object. There was no fear, depression, anxiety, or a host of other negative feelings. No, there was a sense of contempt. She was back where she belonged. The curse wasn’t gone and technically she was still immortal. It felt like she came home and found what she had always been missing, but too stubborn to admit it. Moments later Valentina lost all her senses, but touch. Her mind locked with intense pleasure at its peak that would never go over the edge, leaving her equally frustrated.
The new Valentina Banesman sat on a stool behind the counter of her shop. Her assistant was between her legs servicing her hungry pussy while her backdoor lover vibrated rapidly adding to her pleasure.
Unlike the previous Valentina who had a man turned hag for an assistant that pleasured her at times, the new Valentina had changed the hag by giving her the body of her lover centuries ago. Though the assistant was bound to Valentina in many ways which included enchanted items such as a chastity bra and belt, a collar, metal cuffs, high heels that were locked on with heavy chains added to the various restraints that limited her movement as well as the distance she could be from Valentina.
She had been close to an orgasm when the jingle from the door went off even though the wards went off moments before that. Her orgasm was interrupted and denied at least temporarily.
She was dressed up as the Mistress of the Dark again for another Halloween.
She looked towards the door and greeted, “Welcome to Witch’s Vibes. Please look around and if you have any questions, feel free to ask.”
