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Shop of Unearthly Delights

Chapter 3: Something Wicked

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Rich walked down the old hallway, suppressing a nervous shiver. What he’d wanted, what he’d dreamed of, was so close. He just hoped that the Witch didn’t realize what he was actually planning.

Her door was plain and unmarked. This alone distinguished it from the other doors in the old office building. There was no business name emblazoned on it. No logo. No plaque. He reached out and lightly touched the tarnished brass knob, and opened the door.

It was a small office. Just a desk and some posters and some chairs on carpeted floor. There were doorways leading to other rooms behind the desk, and Rich supposed that those rooms were where the Witch brewed her potions and cast her spells.

And there she was, sitting at the desk. Her pale skin was dotted with freckles, and her red hair was cut short like a young boy’s. She wore a simple purple dress with no sleeves, and she was hunched over various papers on her desk; newspaper clippings, from the looks of it.

The Witch looked up to regard Rich with hazel eyes. “Sit,” she said. “I’ve got it in the back.”

He sat, and the Witch stood and walked to the back rooms. She was barefoot, he couldn’t help but notice.

Rich looked over at the clippings that covered her desk. They all seemed to be about men who died suddenly. Most of them, it looked like the man had died while masturbating. Heart attacks or something. Strange, how many stories she’d gathered. And they all seemed to be from local papers.

“Don’t mind those,” the Witch said as she returned. Rich looked up at her. She held a glass bottle with some sort of pink liquid in it. It looked just like a perfume bottle. “Personal project,” she explained.

Rich’s eyes flicked down to the various grisly stories. “Personal project?” he asked.

“I’m tracking something” was all the Witch said. “You don’t need to worry about it.” She placed the bottle on the desk, within his reach. “I believe there is one final payment?”

He fished $60 from his wallet and tossed the bills on her desk before taking the bottle and standing. “You’re bleeding me dry,” he said.

A wry smile appeared on the Witch’s face. “I’m sure you’ll have no complaints,” she said.

I’m sure I won’t, he though. Outwardly, Rich nodded and walked out of the office without another word.

She thought she was a clever one, but Rich was pretty clever himself. He had a degree in Chemistry, and was confident that, whatever she’d used to make this potion, he’d soon know all its ingredients.

This was enough to infect one or two girls. But with luck, he’d use it to infect hundreds.

* * *

Travis awoke to find that someone else was in his bed.

He still wasn’t used to that. It had been a week wince he’d bumbled his way into becoming Beth’s master, and this was the third time they’d spent a night together (he has slept at her place once, while this was the second time she’d spent the night at his, much to his roommate’s bemusement).

So when he realized he wasn’t the only occupant of his mattress, his groggy, sleep-addled mind responded with a brief panic. Luckily, he remembered himself before he actually did anything, and settled down to look at the gorgeous creature he shared his bed with.

In the morning light coming through the window, Travis could easily make out Beth’s sleeping form. She was facing him, breathing gently, her naked body curled up and her hands bunched up beneath her chin. In the past week, she’d added a blue streak to her hair to go along with her red streaks, and blue strands lay scattered about her slumbering face.

Travis gently, carefully, brushed the hair from her face. She shifted a bit, and he worried for a moment that he’d woken her up, but she continued to slumber.

It was all still so surreal to him. That magic apparently existed, that he’d become the master of a supernaturally brainwashed sex slave, that she seemed to actually revel in being his… He kept expecting it all to turn out to be a weird-ass dream, but as of yet he hadn’t woken up from it.

He never would have approached Beth under different circumstances. Not because she wasn’t attractive (she was), and not because she had a poor personality (she didn’t. Travis was actually charmed by her once they had gotten to talking about vanilla things; even if she did bafflingly prefer DC to Marvel). No, he wouldn’t have approached her simply because she was out of his league.

Girls like her wouldn’t go for guys like him. That was what he’d thought anyway. She was good looking and interesting and he… wasn’t. It would have practically been an insult for someone like him to hit on someone like her. Even now, sleeping together with her, he couldn’t help but feel like there had been some cosmic mix-up. He certainly didn’t deserve anyone like her in his life. Magic potion or no magic potion.

And yet… here she was.

Travis gently kissed her forehead. It seemed that that was enough to get her to open her eyes.

“Mmm… good morning, Master,” Beth said, smiling at him. “Did you have a good sleep.”

“Absolutely,” he said, remembering how she’d tired him out the night before. “You?”

“Perfect.” Beth beamed at him.

She stretched out under the covers, and for a moment the two merely lay there, looking at each other in contented silence.

“You’re beautiful,” Travis said finally. He wasn’t sure what had prompted it. It just had seemed like the right thing to say.

Beth grinned, and Travis recognized that playful twinkle in her eye. “Oh, Master, I’m already yours,” she teased. “You don’t need to butter me up.”

“I’m not,” Travis said. “I’m just stating the facts.”

For a second, she seemed caught off guard, but her playful expression soon returned. “Thank you,” she said. “You’re not half bad yourself.”

“Thanks,” Travis said. It felt weird to be complimented on his looks.

He felt her fingers brushing him under the covers. Just running along his body, not even really doing anything sexual, but it still sent shivers through him.

“Can I do anything for you, Master?” Beth asked.

Travis opened his mouth, then closed it. Her expression had changed. He was surprised at how good he’d gotten at reading her, even with all the time they’d spent together the past few days. She didn’t want Lover Travis right now. She wanted Dominant Travis.

He’d been trying to get better at that for her. Hell, for himself too, if he would admit it. He did enjoy the power rush whenever he let himself run with it. But it still felt weird to order someone around like that.

Beth was still looking at him with that expression. That “please use me” look. Yes, it felt weird to order someone around like that, but Travis was pretty sure he could get used to it.

He threw off the covers—or tried to, at least. The two of them had been so entangled that he’d mostly just succeeded in exposing their chests.

There was a slight awkward pause. He could tell Beth was stifling a smirk.

“Get these damn covers off me,” he growled.

He caught Beth muttering “nice recovery” under her breath as she adjusted herself and shoved the sheets down to the foot of the bed, leaving both of them completely nude and exposed.

She sat there next to him, and Travis took the opportunity to admire her. From the tattoos on her back and arm, to her breasts hanging there so invitingly, even the rolls on her stomach as she sat there. He drank it all in.

This beautiful creature, he thought, is mine.

His cock twitched, and Beth eyed it. She started reaching a hand out to it.

“Did I say you could touch that?” Travis asked.

Beth’s hand stopped cold. “I’m sorry, Master,” she said. “It was just so inviting.”

Travis sat up and grabbed her cheeks with his right hand. “Inviting?” he asked. “What a slut you are, just reaching out for a cock.”

“Only your cock, Master,” she somehow managed to protest. Her words sounded slurred with the way he was holding her face.

“Only my cock?” Travis asked. “You horny fucking bitch. You’d go after any cock, you pig.”

She shivered, and her eyes lit up. Travis took this as a sign that she was enjoying this, and felt a bit of private relief. He was worried he may have gone too far.

Then again, given the circumstance, he wasn’t really sure if he could go too far.

“I mean it, Master,” she insisted. “Only your cock for me.”

“Prove it, bitch,” Travis said, and tossed her down onto the mattress, right next to his rapidly-hardening member. “Prove my cock is the only one you want. Fucking worship it like the cock-starved whore you are.”

If any part of her thought his dirty talk was silly, she certainly didn’t show it. Beth positioned herself for she was on her hands and knees, her face right at his crotch, and she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and slowly licked him from base to tip.

Travis nearly gasped. She felt so good.

When she’d made the full journey, she brought her lips down around his dick and starting bobbing her head up and down his pole. Her felt her tongue swirling around him, heard her slurp eagerly and thirstily, all while she looked straight at him, never taking those beautiful blue eyes off his.

This was fucking heaven. Travis lay back on his bed and enjoyed himself. Enjoyed the feeling of the enthusiastic blowjob Beth was currently giving him.

At some point, without even realizing it, his hand grabbed a tangle of her hair, and he started controlling the rhythm by which she blew him. Maybe he had a knack for this thing after all.

After a few moments, he felt he couldn’t hold back any more, and pulled Beth off his cock.

“Master?” she gasped, her mouth drooling with saliva, a sting of it still connecting her to his cock.

“Well done, slut, you’ve earned a reward.” With that, Travis was up again, and throwing her onto the bed.

“But I wasn’t finished!” she protested.

Travis responded by giving her a hard slap across the tit. She gasped.

“You’re finished when I say you’re finished,” he growled.

She pouted briefly, before asking him what he intended to do.

Poor Beth. She hadn’t believed him when he’d told her he wasn’t that into blowjobs. Oh, he enjoyed them, but he’d never actually climaxed from one in his life. Even jerking off while watching blowjobs in porn rarely did the job. Still, she insisted on trying. Perhaps she took it as a challenge?

“I’m going to use you,” Travis told her. “Be proud I’ve decided you’re worthy of that.”

Beth grinned. Travis gripped her throat with one hand, and used his other to guide his cock into her pussy.

She was so wet. He could never get over that. Every time he plunged into her, it was like his dick wasn’t even being wrapped by solid matter.

He pushed as deep as he could, and stayed there, grinning down at her. Beth looked back at him. His hand wasn’t holding her neck particularly tightly, and she could speak relatively easily.

“Why aren’t you moving?” she asked.

“Beg me,” Travis replied.

“Master, please! I want you sooooo bad! Please fuck me. Please fuck your little slutty whore. Please, Master.”

Travis pulled back and thrust back in. His other hand reached up to grab her throat, and soon he was fucking her with both hands wrapped around her neck.

“OH! MASTER, YES! OH FUCK!”

With every thrust, Beth’s whole body seemed to shake. Her eyes rolled up to the back of her head. She could only gasp and pant and babble as her Master fucked her.

“USE ME! YES! FUCK! OH GOD YES!”

“What a fucking whore,” Travis whispered into her ear. He didn’t slow down.

“YES! YOUR WHORE, MASTER! I’M YOUR WHORE!”

Travis kissed her. Beth kissed him back. Their tongues danced around one another’s. Beth screamed into Travis’ mouth.

Finally, Travis felt the pressure building up. He pulled back from the kiss and raised his right hand from her throat, and without warning he slapped her across the face right as he came into her quivering pussy.

“FUUUUCK!” Beth screamed as her body convulsed. And then Travis collapsed next to her.

For the next few minutes, they lay catching their breaths. Travis’ arm reached out behind her shoulders, and Beth snuggled close to him.

“That wasn’t too much, was it?” Travis asked, when he felt he could talk again.

“Of course not,” Beth said. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Travis looked at her. She was smiling at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. He kissed her.

“You got anywhere to be today?” Travis asked.

“Shift’s not until the afternoon,” Beth said. “You?”

“Day off.”

Beth wriggled herself closer to him, and rested her head on his chest.

“Well,” she said, “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather spend my morning.”

* * *

“Fuck my slutty cunny!” Eliza giggled.

Rich did as she requested. The woman beneath him had, this morning, been well on her way to a PhD in Chemistry. She had been a modest woman with small breasts and short brown hair. Now, her massive tits flopped around her as she moaned, and her hair was long and blond, and she probably couldn’t even spell “chemistry.”

One spray when she opened the door to her apartment, and she stumbled back in confusion, her mind hazy and clouded.

A second spray as he followed her inside and closed the door behind him. Her hair began becoming lighter and longer. Her breasts began to strain her outfit.

A third spray, and she fell over, desperately pleading for an explanation of what was happening to her. Why she felt so funny. Her voice’s pitch was going up.

A fourth spray, and she could only babble and giggle as he pulled her clothes off, and with each thrust of his hard cock into her pussy, he destroyed another piece of her mind.

It had taken a week of work, but in the end, it had turned out to be a simple endeavor. The solution he’d dosed Eliza with hadn’t even been the original potion the Witch had sold him, but his duplicate. This was the test run, and he had to say, he was satisfied with the results.

Rich couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled out his cock and sprayed cum all over the stupid bimbo; this piece of fuckmeat who had just a few minutes before been his intelligent and driven coworker.

He’d do this to all of them. Every stupid bitch he knew. And then, hell, the ones he didn’t know.

It was a brave new world.