“You can’t control my life,” Kimberly screamed at her Mother as she stormed into her bedroom, but that didn’t halt the argument.

“This is more important than you and I, Kimmy,” Endora retorted, following her daughter into the room. “You turned 18 three months ago. We need to secure the future bloodline of our household.”

Kimberly groaned; she hated it when her Mother called her Kimmy. “Don’t you realize how fucking crazy you sound?” She shot back; her cuss word prompted Endora to narrow her eyes disapprovingly. “I have a boyfriend, and we are very happy together. This isn’t the 1950’s anymore, Mom.”

Endora shook her head. “That boy you hang around with is no good for you,” she told her daughter. “Brad, on the other hand, is from a magically pure family. Bearing his children is the best way to ensure our magic stays intact.”

“Bear his children?!” Kimberly screamed. She clenched her fingers, and the lights in her room began flickering. “I’m not some breeding cow that you can auction off.” Her temper kept rising. “Brad is a knucklehead. He’s the worst kind of jock. He only cares about his looks and his reputation. He sickens me!” She exclaimed.

Endora raised her hand and used her own magical energy to turn the lights off before they began bursting. “Calm down, Kimberly. This is why you must attend our meditation rituals on Wednesdays,” she scolded her daughter. “It’s time you thought about the family and stopped being selfish. You’re my only child, and I’m not going to help raise a weak, half-blooded grandchild.”

Kimberly laughed. “It’s nice to see that you’ve disowned your imaginative future grandchildren already,” she joked. “Regardless, I’m not sleeping with that jerk!”

Endora sighed in frustration. She and her daughter were direct ancestors of the original five magical families that roamed the earth over 1,000 years ago. Those families were known as pure bloods, and their power knew no bounds. Those families began breeding with nonmagical suitors throughout the generations, diluting their blood and weakening their supernatural auror. Some families created traditions to ensure their power remained, and the Moonstone family was no different.

Endora Moonstone’s Mother had informed the young redhead of her planned breeding partner just 3 days after her 18th birthday, and the young witch had no intention of obeying her strict Mother.

19 years later, Kimberly Moonstone had no problem rebelling against her Mother’s wishes—she had no issue rebelling against pretty much anything. The young woman had long, fiery red hair and wore dark, miserable tones. Her lips were often painted jet black, and her eyes were given a seductive yet moody style. She enjoyed the gothic aesthetic and usually wore dark-colored band t-shirts, ripped jeans, and spiked accessories. She had a solitary studded piercing in her nose and a black and red rose tattoo on her lower back with the words ‘MISERY IS BLISS’ emblazoned above and below it. The young senior student was ‘blessed’ with naturally large E-cup breasts and prominent lips. Those assets burdened her with more than her fair share of unwanted male attention.

“This is not about us, Kimmy,” Endora replied. The 37-year-old Mother still enjoyed a youthful face and was often mistaken for Kimberly’s older sister. Her bright red hair had begun to darken, however. “You will stop seeing your little boy toy and take your responsibilities seriously. It is not a request.”

Kimberly’s eyes narrowed, “I want nothing to do with your patriarchal antiquated traditions!” She screamed at her Mom. “I will see who I like, how I like, when I like, and there is nothing you can do about it!” The young redhead shouted before storming out of her own bedroom, leaving her Mother alone.

Endora sighed before slipping a tiny pocketbook out of her pocket. She waved her hand over the book, and it grew larger. “We’ll see about that,” the woman muttered to herself, staring at the book’s title “Summonizer: All Your Summoning Needs In One Place.” Dire moments call for drastic measures.

❖

The next day, following school, Kimberly strolled alongside her boyfriend, Jonny. Jonny was everything Kimberly wanted in a partner. He was generous, thoughtful, empathetic to her needs, and a devout feminist. He loved horror movies and had great taste in metal bands. It didn’t hurt that she found him incredibly attractive to boot.

Kimberly was an early bloomer, which meant she received a lot of attention long before her friends ever had. She had made several stupid decisions and wound up in relationships she wasn’t ready for. Still, when Jonny came along, she knew this one was different. He never pushed her, and he was always considerate of her needs. For this reason, they hadn’t gone all the way in the bedroom yet. After Kimberly argued with her Mother last night, she thought it was time to do the deed.

They stopped outside Kimberly’s house. Jonny ran his hand through his spiked jet-black hair. “Are you looking forward to tonight?” He asked his girlfriend.

Kimberly’s dark lips contorted into a wide smile. “I can’t wait. We’ll remember this night for the rest of our lives.” She grinned before leaning in and kissing her 18-year-old boyfriend on the lips.

“Mmm, I love it,” Jonny replied. “I’ll pick you up at 8.”

“I can’t wait,” Kimberly agreed and gave Jonny a farewell hug. The man glanced back occasionally as he walked away. Kimberly smiled to herself before making her way inside her house.

She hurried up to her room and closed the door behind her. Opening her closet, the 18-year-old goth rested her hand on her chin; she wanted to look perfect tonight.

Kimberly held up several outfits against her body in the mirror, but none of them gave off the vibe she wanted. Heading back to her closet, she moved further along before her eyes rested on a black bustier with furry black trimmings. She usually went out of her way to hide the shape of her massive assets, but tonight was different.

“It’s a little too suggestive, don’t you think?” A sultry feminine voice cooed behind her. Kimberly turned around, and her eyes widened as she stared at the diminutive figure sitting on her bed.

“Who the hell are you?” Kimberly shouted at the supernatural stranger.

The blond-haired woman was only 3’ tall. She had creamy skin, and her golden locks shimmered against the reflection of Kimberly’s bedroom light. Her angelic features vastly contrasted the black horny protruding from the woman’s scalp, and the eery red pupils in her eyes.

The unknown woman jumped off the bed and clicked her fingers, suddenly growing proportionately into adult human size, settling just an inch taller than Kimberly at 5’6”. She extended a hand. “Hi, my name is Ivy,” she introduced herself. It’s nice to meet you, Kimberly.”

Kimberly scoffed at the introduction. “What do you want? Why are you in my room?” She cut straight to the point. The redhead folded her arms as she waited for an explanation.

Ivy cleared her throat, “Umm, well. Your Mother summoned me. She’s a real scary lady.” Kimberly rolled her eyes at the latest comment. “She tells me that you are making some terrible life choices, and I’m here to help you put them right.”

Kimberly shook her head; her Mother was unbelievable. “That bitch,” she groaned out. “Look, lady, demon, whatever you are. I am not interested in putting anything right. Tell my Mother the answer is still no, and then head straight back to hell and leave me alone!”

It was Ivy’s turn to roll her eyes. This wasn’t her first rodeo; the youngsters always thought they knew best. “No can do, Missy,” she replied. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to head back to that hellish paradise. However, Your Mother summoned me, and she’s the only one who can send me back. She will only do that if I fulfill her mission.”

Kimberly laughed, “Well, get used to hanging out here on Earth then,” she said before grabbing the succubus by her shoulders. “Because I have my own life and make my own decisions, nothing will change that.” Kimberly began pushing the blond towards her bedroom door before one final shove tossed the demon out of the room. “Now get lost!” She screamed and slammed the door shut in the uninvited visitor’s face.

Kimberly sighed and returned to choosing her outfit; tonight was going to be extra special.

❖

Kimberly was in heaven. Her boyfriend had treated her to the most perfect evening. They had eaten at her favorite restaurant before Jonny surprised her with tickets to see her favorite band perform in an intimate rock club. They finally finished the evening with a romantic drive up to Mile High Point, a famous make-out spot overlooking the gorgeous red canyon below.

The couple were kissing in the front seat, and Kimberly could sense Jonny’s arousal growing. Weirdly, despite her perfect evening,  her libido didn’t seem to match his. She guided his hands around the sensitive parts of her body that usually revved her up, but the redhead was bemused to find that she couldn’t get hot and bothered like she wanted.

“Babe, is something wrong?” Jonny could sense the apprehension in his girlfriend’s mannerisms. “I’m not going too fast, am I?”

“No, Johnny,” she said, a little more short-tempered than she had planned. “Just, put your hands in my panties. Warm me up.” She directed him.

Johnny slid his black-painted fingernailed hands along the redhead’s torso and slipped them underneath her dark pleated miniskirt. As he moved further in, he tried to slip under his girlfriend’s panties, but something prevented him. Confusion crossed the man’s face, and he tried again but was prevented once more.

“What?” Kimberly asked her bemused boyfriend and traced her hand towards her panties. She gasped as she felt the rigid metal material blocking access to her slit. She lifted her skirt and found her regular black panties in place, but when she touched them, they gave the appearance of solid steel and forbade the redhead from moving them, no matter how hard she tried.

“What’s going on?” Jonny asked his frustrated girlfriend.

Kimberly stopped fighting with her panties and slid her skirt back down. She folded her arms in resignation. “Nothing, Jonny. Just take me home.”

“But,” Her boyfriend protested.

“No buts, Jonny,” she retorted. “Just take me home.” Jonny knew the evening was over and reluctantly obeyed. He drove silently for 15 minutes until he pulled up outside Kimberly’s house. She gave him an unaffectionate kiss and furiously headed back into her house.

“You demon bitch,” Kimberly exclaimed as she trotted into her room. “Where are you?”

A dark plume of smoke appeared near Kimberly’s window, and the blond succubus materialized before her. “Fun date?” She asked teasingly.

“What did you do?!” the redhead screamed, breathing heavily. “You ruined my damn night!”

Ivy’s eyes widened, and she placed a hand over her red lips, acting coy. “Whatever do you mean? I’ve just been here waiting to hear all about your date night.”

Kimberly stepped forward and placed her hand around the succubus’ neck. “Don’t play that game with me, bitch!” she growled. “You fucking turned my underwear into a chastity be-” As Kimberly screamed, her free hand wandered beneath her skirt, and she found her panties no long felt like the restrictive steel they had mimicked earlier. “Stay out of my life!”

The redheaded goth had had enough of the sexy demon’s games. Still, the angrier she became, another sensation began rising in her groin.

“Are you okay there?” The succubus grinned, sensing the heat growing between them. Like all succubi, Ivy secreted an alluring pheromone that could regulate the libido of those around them. The longer someone spends in close proximity to the sex demon, the more potent the dose. Once enough pheromones had entered the humans system, it was amazing how far the succubus could control them.

“I - I’m fine,” she snapped back, feeling a sudden head rush. Kimberly noticed her prominent nipples had hardened and pressed against the bra trapped under her top. A soft moan escaped her lips. “What did. What are yo-” the redhead asked before giving in to her libido and planting a lustful kiss on the demon’s lips.

Ivy had expected it and received the kiss gratefully, wrapping her creamy arms around the goth. Kimberly closed her eyes and pushed her tongue inside the feminine creature’s mouth, eliciting a soft, sensual moan from her own lips.

Within moments, both women found themselves totally naked, and Ivy had her lips wrapped around the redhead’s taut nipple. Kimberly flicked her hair back, breathing heavily. She knew this was wrong, but the temptation overwhelmed her. She had always known she was bisexual but generally leaned towards men. There was no doubt Ivy’s presence was affecting the goth. When the succubus lay on her back with her legs spread, Kimberly wasted no time dropping to her knees and placing her head between the demon’s legs.

As Kimberly pleasured the demon with her tongue, the succubus’ influence was cementing itself into the goth’s brain. The pheromones and secretions flowed through Kimberly’s magical bloodstream, but all the young goth cared about was reaching an overwhelming orgasm.

The senior didn’t have to wait long when the couple switched places. As Kimberly had her legs spread wide and high in the air, she screamed in ecstasy with Ivy’s skillful tongue running along her sensitive clit. She was brought to her greatest-ever orgasm, and then it repeated, and repeated, and repeated.

Eventually, the multiple orgasms were too much for Kimberly to stand, and she felt dizzy, every cell in her body aching with pleasure. The blond succubus finished and grinned at the pale-skinned goth as she fell asleep. Things were about to get fun.

❖

The following morning, Kimberly awoke naked in her bed. She never usually slept in the nude and thought back through her foggy memories to distinguish what happened last night. As the images of last night’s antics came flooding back, the redhead’s eyes shot open, and she glanced around the room.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Ivy was sat on the edge of Kimberly’s makeup desk, her legs swinging playfully as the succubus creepily watched the goth awake from her slumber.

Kimberly sat up. “What did you do to me last night,” she asked sharply, placing a hand on her forehead. “Did you drug me?”

Ivy chuckled and jumped from the makeup counter. “Drugged you? That’s so 12th century,” she remarked. “No, I just used my natural skills. You simply couldn’t resist me.” The succubus taunted.

Kimberly shuddered, “Get away from me, you freak!” She screamed out. “You did something to me!”

The blond demon paused for a moment. “Okay, okay. Maybe I did have some tricks up my sleeve.” She paused momentarily, but Kimberly stayed silent, waiting for an explanation. “My body secretes potent pheromones that have interesting effects on the human body,” she explained. “Those pheromones are coursing through your body right now, and that’s where they’ll stay.” Ivy bent over and seductively blew the young goth a kiss.

Kimberly clenched her fist. “You little bitch…” she prepared to lunge herself at the supernatural woman, but Ivy had other ideas.

The succubus raised her hand. “Nu uh, it looks like you need a little demonstration,” Ivy said ominously. “Lean back, spread those legs, and play with yourself.” She commanded.

Kimberly gasped as her body immediately followed the blond’s instructions. She fell back and spread her bare, naked legs out wide. Her black nailed right hand then began to slide its way between her legs and start rubbing along her slit. “W- what is this?!” She asked in a panic.

Ivy chuckled as she witnessed the young woman obey her commands. “This is just proof that you should give in sooner rather than later,” Ivy turned around and headed towards Kimberly’s door. Keep playing with yourself for six hours. That should be enough time for you to discover the easier option.” Ivy stepped out of the room without another look and closed the door behind her as the teenage goth’s shocked moans drowned out.

As Ivy entered the hallway with a smug grin, she almost stepped directly into an imposing body. Endora stared at the demon with an unimpressed expression. Her arms folded, and her fingers impatiently tapping her forearm.

“Ohh, hello, Ma’am. I didn’t see you there.” Ivy nervously said to the woman who summoned her.

“No, I guess you didn’t,” Endora replied. “I guess you were too busy slutting around with my daughter!” Her tone told Ivy that the 37-year-old was not playing around.

“O- of course, Ma’am,” Ivy’s voice was shaky. “It’s all going to plan.”

“I best see some results soon. I summoned you to help Kimberly make the right choice, not to corrupt her for your own perverted pleasure!” Endora was mad.

The blond demon shook her head. “I know, Ma’am,” she reassured her host. “This is all required for the larger plan. Trust me, everything is in place.”

“You best be right,” Endora snapped back. “Because you know where you’ll end up if you fail.” She warned the two-horned demon.

Ivy slowly nodded and stepped backward before clicking her fingers and disappearing out of sight. Endora’s stern expression turned into a grin; she loved that she still had that intimidating presence.

❖

That evening, Kimberly had a faraway look in her eyes as she sat with her best friend, Eliza, in a cafe not far from school. She had spent most of the day bringing herself to the edge of orgasm but being unable to take herself over the edge. Even as she stayed that way for six straight hours, she wasn’t allowed to orgasm. The result meant that she still felt the built-up heat in her groin while her friend ranted about how much she hated her Maths teacher.

“Kimberly? Hello? You there?” Her friend asked, noticing the glazed expression in her eyes.

The bright red-haired goth shook her head and returned to the present. “Yeah, sorry, I’m a little distracted today.” She told her friend.

“Tell me about it,” the raven-black-haired Eliza replied. “But what do you think I should do? Should I tell the school Mr Travis has been coming on to me? That’ll get me removed from his class.”

“Yea, yea,” Kimberly responded, not paying attention. Instead, she found herself absently twirling her bright red locks seductively as she silently flirted with a young man admiring her from a distance. Kimberly couldn’t put her finger on it, but the way the preppy guy stared at her gave her goosebumps. Perhaps coming out tonight wasn’t the greatest idea.

“Earth to Kimberly!” Eliza waved a hand in her friend’s face. She had been ranting again, but the scarlet-haired goth showed no signs that she was paying attention. “What’s wrong with you today?” she asked.

Kimberly parted her black-painted lips to reply, but at that moment, she noticed the dark-headed male student abandoning his friends and approaching her table. Her eyes widened as she witnessed him heading straight for her.

“Sorry to disturb you girls,” he confidently said as he stood at their table. Kimberly absently twirled her hair again, prompting Eliza to raise an eyebrow.

“Urgh, we have boyfriends,” Eliza retorted. “We’re not interested.” She scolded the confident young man.

He grinned at her comment. “I respect that,” the man replied. “But I couldn’t help but notice your friend staring at me, and I needed to tell her that she has real nice tits.”

Kimberly’s eyes widened. The man was so brash and self-confident. Did he really think a line like that would work? “Oh really?” She snapped back. “Would you like a better look?” The words escaped her lips before she even noticed what she was about to say. To add to her humiliation, her hands grabbed the lower hem of her t-shirt, and she pulled it up to reveal her large natural E-cup breasts publicly for everyone to witness. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. Why wasn’t she wearing a bra?

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Kimberly’s best friend asked her. Kimberly didn’t respond, far too shell shocked at her actions to form a reply. She inexplicably still had her breasts bared for the man to perv over. “Sort yourself out,” Eliza growled before sliding out of the booth and storming off in disgust, leaving her friend alone in the cafe with her tits hanging out.

Kimberly finally managed to lower her top and cover her massive breasts back up, suddenly highly self-conscious of the nipples poking through the t-shirt. The man handed her his phone. “You’re crazy. I love it,” he said. “Mind giving me your number?”

Kimberly suddenly flicked her wrist, and the phone in her hand burst into flames. The man’s confident grin turned to shock. “What the-? He exclaimed before Kimberly slid out of the booth and walked away, leaving the charred phone on the table. She was going to kill that whorish demon.

❖

“Ivy!” Kimberly stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. However, there was no need to summon the demon as she was already waiting on the young student’s bed.

“Ohh, you’re home,” Ivy said. “How was your evening?” She asked, standing up from the bed.

“You ignorant whore!” Kimberly cried out, pushing the succubus up against the wall, her breasts pushing up against the demons. “Get out of my head, and get out of my life!”

Ivy smiled at the furious goth. “Sure, I can get out of your life,” she coyly replied. “You know exactly what you need to do, don’t you?” the succubus softly licked her lips, her pheromones digging themselves further inside the horny witch’s system.

Kimberly was panting heavily, and her emotions went into overdrive. Suddenly, the memories of last night’s earth-shattering orgasms came to the forefront of her mind, and she began kissing the blond demon. Ivy kissed back momentarily before separating herself from the young woman and the wall, pushing Kimberly away.

“Not so fast, you little slut,” she teased, taking a step back. “If you want relief. You are going to need to deal with that yourself.” Ivy winked playfully. “Here, maybe this will help,” she said, clicking her fingers. A large pink vibrating dildo appeared in Kimberly’s hand, and the young goth shook her head. “Have fun,” Ivy waved before disappearing, leaving Kimberly and her new toy alone.

The goth didn’t want to appease the torturous demon, but she needed to release the sexual tension building up inside of her. Reluctantly, she undressed before sliding her naked body back into bed. Spreading her legs, Kimberly began sliding the large, vibrating phallic object inside her pussy and started to fuck herself. She started slow, but quickly picked up the pace as the heat rose.

Twenty minutes went by, and then thirty, and then an hour, and then two. No matter how hard Kimberly tried, she could not bring herself to orgasm. She had been helplessly on the edge without any relief for over an hour. Eventually, she threw the dildo against her bedroom wall. She lay on her bed in exhaustion. She was prepared to do almost anything for pleasure, but she still wasn’t going to give in to her mother and that damned demon. She had strong mental resilience. She would work it out eventually.

❖

Kimberly awoke from her restless slumber, almost as horny as she was when she fell asleep. She wondered if she could last a day in school under her condition, and if it wasn’t for a critical Biology test in final period, she may have considered skipping the day altogether.

She reluctantly crawled out of bed and promptly started getting ready. Kimberly thought a cold shower would bring her libido down, but even that didn’t work. Once clean, she headed to her closet to pick out the day’s outfit.

She slid on a pair of panties and attempted to wear the matching bra. However, when the cups wrapped around her large breasts, she felt an itchy sensation run over her entire body, as though an army of ants had begun roaming all over her. She immediately dropped the bra, and the strange sensation haltered. Groaning in frustration, she knew exactly what had happened. She tested her theory by putting on another bra, and the antsy itching started again. She tried to buckle up the bra and carry on, but the itchiness was too much, so she threw the second bra on the floor soon after.

She soldiered on and continued fixing her outfit when she came to her next shocking discovery. Every t-shirt she attempted to pull over her chest resulted in the same torturous itching sensation. “That fucking bitch!” Kimberly screamed. The goth didn’t want to let the succubus win, but for now, she would need to play by the demon’s rules. She sighed and looked deeper inside her closet.

Two hours later, the click-clacking of her black 4” stiletto-heeled boots, with silver spiked trimmings, could be heard echoing around the high school corridor. No matter which flat shoes or boots she had tried to wear, the goth found herself stumbling over herself. She discovered she couldn’t walk in anything lower than 4” heels unless she was barefoot.

The black denim jeans with her skull buckle belt didn’t go down well either. Any garment covering her lower legs made the invisible ants return all over her body, and she found herself wearing a black ripped mid-thigh length skirt. However, she was allowed to wear her traditional fishnet stockings.

The sleeveless black bustier completed her slutty alternative look. Without a bra, the low-cut bustier revealed an abundance of cleavage, more than she ever felt comfortable showing off before. She had bought this top to show off to her boyfriend one romantic evening, and she never expected to be wearing it to school.

Ignoring the judgmental eyes of everyone she passed, she opened her locker and began stuffing her books inside. When she closed her locker door, she jumped when she saw a face staring back at her. It was the cocky, self-obsessed face of Brad Fisher. She shuddered, “What do you want, Brad?”

The jock grinned. “Did you know my parents had been trying to force me to date you for months now?” Brad bit his lower lip. “I had no interest in seeing some feminist goth loser,” he continued, glancing over her body. “But I think I may have misjudged you.”

Kimberly groaned; having this dumb misogynist nearby was the last thing the goth wanted. Still, she couldn’t help but softly bite her lower lip and twirl her hair, just like at the cafe.

Brad was a member of a powerful magical family. The men in the family could not cast spells. Still, the magical auror ran through their blood, and they were critical to creating the next generation of witches. Kimberly didn’t care for any of that. She would have been fine if she never had a baby in her entire lifetime.

Eliza noticed the scene and approached her best friend. “Is he bothering you, Kimberly?” she asked.

“Not at all,” Brad answered for the pretty goth. “We are just talking.” His answer prompted a soft giggle from Kimberly, and Eliza raised an eyebrow in concern.

“So, one of the guys is hosting a small gathering tonight after school,” Brad spoke to Kimberly, acting as if Eliza wasn’t even standing there. “I’ll pick you up at 7, okay?”

“But,” Kimberly managed to stutter out, still playing with her bright red locks. “I- I have a boyfriend.” She finally managed to express herself.

“Great,” Brad laughed. “He can come too. I’ll show him how a real man treats a woman.” The high school football player winked at the young goth and left her alone with her best friend.

Eliza looked the blushing young woman up and down. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn’t you put him in his place?” She questioned her friend. Kimberly felt too hot and bothered to answer immediately. “And what the hell are you wearing?!” Eliza exclaimed. She shook her head judgmentally and stormed off, leaving the scantily clad gothic witch alone.

❖

“Mom, that demon has gone too far!” Kimberly raced into the kitchen as soon as she had kicked her damn high heels off. “Look at me!” She opened her arms out to display the slutty outfit she was wearing.

Whereas most mothers would be appalled at seeing their 18-year-old daughters dressed like a common slut, Endora was amused. “You know I gave you the easy option first.”

Kimberly groaned. “The easy option? You wanted me to sleep with the biggest asshole in school!” she bit back.

Endora shook her head. “Stop being so selfish! This is about more than you and your silly feminist values.”

Kimberly’s black lips dropped open in shock. Her mother was the one who instilled those very values, and now she wanted her daughter to toss them away for some outdated tradition.

Endora smiled. “Still, I heard you have a special date planned for tonight, so I brought you a gift.”

“A date?” Kimberly was bemused. “Wait, I’m not going out with that asshole. There is no way…”

Endora wasn’t listening. She pulled out a slim white box and lifted the top, revealing an expensive-looking silver jeweled choker. Endora pulled the accessory from its box.

“Umm, Mom. No offense, but I wouldn’t be seen dead wearing something that tacky.” Kimberly was never into traditional styles, and the thought of that feminine choker around her neck repulsed her.

Her mom wouldn’t take no for an answer. With a flick of the wrist, the choker disappeared from the older woman’s hand and appeared tightly formed around the young goth’s neck, replacing Kimberly’s own black spiked collar.

“Inside this choker is a very special language charm,” Endora explained. “It will help you woo your date tonight. Brad is just going to love it.”

“Moooom!” Kimberly exclaimed with a soft, high-pitched tone. “Like, you totally can’t just like, y’know, put stuff round my neck!” Kimberly’s eyes widened. Her entire rant had translated itself into that of a dumb valley girl. “Oh my gawd. Like, no way!” She cried out. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t speak normally.

Kimberly’s hand shot up to her neck, but she couldn’t find a clasp. Numerous attempts at using her magic to shock the choker away were in vain, too. Endora laughed, “You better get used to talking like that. At least, until you choose to stop fighting me.”

Kimberly scowled at her mom, but she didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of hearing her argue in the humiliating valley girl tone. She turned on her heels and hurried out of the room.

“You and Mom are, like, totally destroying my life and stuff!” Kimberly babbled in her room. Ivy had been waiting for her and tried to keep a straight face as the proud feminist goth ranted in such a bimbo manner.

“You know, it will all be over when you accept the inevitable,” Ivy reasoned. “You’ll be a great babymaker for that hunk of a man, and I will happily be back on vacation in hell. It’s a win/win.”

Ivy’s words angered the goth even further, which inexplicably made the desperate woman even hornier than she already was. The goth approached the pretty blond succubus. She parted her lips to retort but found herself lost in the demon’s aroma. She leaned in and puckered her lips.

Before Kimberly’s black lips pressed against the blond’s, Ivy placed a finger against them. “Nu-uh. You are almost ready. But first, we have a date to get you ready for.” She teased. “And I think your date would appreciate a new style.” Ivy winked before flicking her wrist. Silver sparks flew from the wrist, and Kimberly stepped back, shaking her head. However, she was unable to escape the demon’s magic.

❖

Brad leaned over his steering wheel and bit his lower lip as he watched the redhead make her way to his truck. She opened the door and slid into the passenger side. Her sulking face contrasted powerfully against the pretty outfit she wore.

“Wow, you look good,” Brad complimented her, almost lost for words. Kimberly simply stared ahead and didn’t dare respond. The combination of how she spoke and her outfit was beyond humiliating for the young goth.

She was dressed as a cheerleader, with her chest covered with a red and white sleeveless cheerleading top and a tiny matching pleated skirt barely covering her ass. Her fiery red hair was tied into tall pigtails, and pretty red bows held them in place. She wore 4” patent red stiletto heels, which were entirely inappropriate for cheerleading. Her face was heavily made up, and her traditionally black lips were colored a kissable glossy red shade. The most humiliating part of her outfit was the word ‘SLUT’ scrawled across the front of her cheerleading top in block letters.

Some elements of her gothic style remained, such as her black fishnet arm sleeves and stockings and several spiked bangles on her wrist, but this was a style she had never worn before.

Brad leaned in and turned her head to face him, planting a kiss on the lips. Her eyes widened, and she immediately broke the kiss. “Like, let’s go,” Kimberly retorted with a sexy, alluring tone. Brad grinned before starting the engine and driving his cheerleading date to the party.

Once at the party, Kimberly couldn’t escape the attention drawn towards her. Other girls were dressed equally inappropriately, but the stark contrast between the witch’s original style and how she was currently dressed prompted many questions.

Brad took the initiative and answered a lot of questions for her. Apparently, she was dressed this way to impress her new date. The feminist inside her was offended by Brad’s boisterous claims, but she was glad she didn’t need to answer those questions herself. She consciously tried to speak as little as possible.

An hour into the party and a couple of drinks later, Kimberly noticed something else. The constantly lingering horniness was beginning to rise. The more time she spent in proximity to Brad, the more sensitive her body felt. The jock’s masculine energy would have usually repulsed the witch, but Kimberly was feeling a neediness between her legs that she had never experienced before.

Sitting on a sofa in the host’s living room, Kimberly tried to focus on other topics, desperately attempting to rid herself of her growing need. It didn’t help when Brad joined her on the couch and began groping her huge breasts through the slutty top. He leaned in and kissed the witch, eliciting a soft mewl from the redhead. Kimberly was in danger of getting lost in the experience, but she fought against every intuition in her body and pushed the jock away. Brad simply shrugged and left to find his friends.

❖

Two hours later, and Kimberly couldn’t take anymore. She couldn’t escape the horde of high school and college students trying to pick her up. She knew Ivy was responsible for this, but the sensitive warmth throughout her body made it incredibly difficult to think straight.

She found Brad in the hallway chatting with two football players. She tottered up to him with determination and planted a long, sensual kiss on his lips. To the ongoing cheers of his football brothers, Kimberly pulled on Brad’s shirt and led him toward an empty spare bedroom.

She pushed the jock onto the bed and slid on top of him, continuing the makeout session from earlier. Brad allowed the scantily clad goth to take control until the man suddenly pushed her off of him.

“Like, what the heck?” she cried out, not nearly as firmly as she intended.

“You know, babe,” Brad replied. “I’m just not in the mood anymore. I think the moment has gone.” He grinned at her.

“Like, what are you talking about?” She asked him, her breath sweating with lust. “Just, like, take me.”

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly. “I don’t think you really want it.”

Kimberly groaned; he was playing hard to get. “I totally want it. Like, so much,” she pleaded.

Brad shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said. “You’re going to have to prove it.”

The goth raised an eyebrow. “Prove it?” She asked. “How?”

The jock suddenly grinned, his eyes resting on her impressive cleavage. “Beg for it.” He commanded. “If you want me that bad, beg for my cock.” He folded his arms.

Kimberly’s eyes widened. She shook her pigtailed head. “No, like, totally not.”

“Well,” Brad sounded disappointed. “I guess you don’t want me.” He began to slide off the bed back to his feet.

“No, wait!” Kimberly pleaded out of desperation. She knew what she had to do but wasn’t sure she had the stomach for it. “Okay, okay.” She said in resignation.

Brad stood over the cheerleader on the bed. “I’m waiting,” he said impatiently.

“Please, Brad, please fuck me. Like, my body is like on fire, and the only way to put out the flames is with your big, strong cock,” Kimberly reluctantly pleaded, her perfectly plump red lips pouting as she gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes.

She had hoped that was enough, but he looked down expectantly. “I like, need it so bad, Brad,” she continued, her voice whiney and breathless. “I’ve been like, waiting and dreaming about you for, like, forever. You’re, like, the only one who can satisfy me, make me feel like a real slut.” She batted her long, mascaraed eyelashes and bit her bottom lip seductively, hoping to appeal to Brad’s masculine desires.

The jock continued to stare at her. Surely this was enough? Nevertheless, she continued. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything,” she begged, her voice becoming more desperate as she got up and pressed her body against his, feeling the hard muscles of his chest against her soft curves. “I’ll be your perfect little slut, just use me and, like, give me what I need.”

Brad’s stoic expression turned into a warm smile. “Very good, slut,” he taunted her. “I’ll give you what you need, but first, you need to wrap those pretty red dickpleasers around my cock.” He ordered, dropping his pants before her and revealing his already rock-hard 8” shaft.

Kimberly wanted to protest. Giving fellatio was utterly anti-feminist. However, she didn’t want to risk Brad turning away and leaving her in a stranger’s house, all worked up. She slowly dropped to her knees.

Brad stroked the goth’s bright red hair. She reluctantly took his shaft by the base with her hand and slowly wrapped her plump lips around it. Her eyes immediately began to water, and she tried helplessly not to gag, fumbling her way through an amateur blowjob.

The jock was patient. He had already had his fair share of blowjobs from slutty cheerleaders, and he thought it was cute how much the goth was trying to impress him. He slowly guided her further down his shaft until she began opening her throat like a pro.

As Brad felt his cock twitch, he knew it was time for the main event. He tugged on Kimberly’s pigtails and pulled her away from his cock, drool stringing between his bulbous head and her lips. “On your hands and knees, slut.” He commanded, pulling her onto the bed.

Kimberly’s body shuddered. She waited on all fours and squeaked out in surprise when Brad completely ripped her panties from her body. He firmly smacked her ass twice, prompting the heat in every cell of her body to rise further.

Eventually, she felt his swollen cock press against her sensitive soaking slit and whined in desperation. “Ready, whore?” He taunted her.

“Yes, yes, like, fuck me!” she cried out, her valley girl voice quaking in anticipation.

“Ohhh, fuck!” She cried as Brad’s cock slid easily inside her tight pussy. The football player began to thrust back and forth, fucking the feminine goth with ever-increasing power.

Brad combined his firm thrusts with his hand, stroking the goth’s swollen clit. It didn’t take long before Kimberly was lost in an earth-shattering orgasm, one she had been waiting for for days.

The self-confident jock pulled on Kimberly’s red pigtails, using them as reigns, pushing all the way inside her. The needy goth found her first orgasm replaced with a second and a third. Every time a quaking orgasm began to subside, it was replaced by the start of a new one. She had orgasmed eight times before Brad eventually unloaded inside her tight pussy.

Once Brad had finished, the couple lay exhausted on the bed, panting heavily. Kimberly’s smooth skin began to sparkle faintly. She stared at her arm in confusion but was too tired to question it. Was her magic to blame for this? Brad placed an arm around the redhead and kissed her on the cheek. “You belong to me now, slut.” He told her. She shuddered, but something inside of her knew that he was right.

❖

Eight Months Later

Kimberly stood in front of the full-length mirror, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She tugged uncomfortably at the tight, white PVC wedding dress that hugged her swollen belly. She never thought she would be in this situation - eight months pregnant, dressed in a revealing wedding gown, and walking down the aisle to marry a man she didn’t love. But here she was, reluctantly taking each step as her mother, Endora, beamed proudly from the front row.

Her natural E-cup breasts were on full display, the dress baring them completely. An enchanted silver jeweled choker adorned her neck, with chains cascading down and attached to her new nipple piercings - a gift from Brad, showing ownership and control over her. To top it all off, she was entirely barefoot. Brad found something sexy about his women being barefoot and pregnant, and Kimberly didn’t get a choice in the matter. She couldn’t imagine a more humiliating outfit to wear on her wedding day.

As she made her way down the aisle, all eyes on her, Kimberly’s mind raced with thoughts of escape. But she knew it was too late; Brad’s pheromones drove Kimberly crazy, and she knew she would never orgasm under her own hand again.

Finally, she reached her future husband, who clipped a leash to her choker. The crowd gasped as he did, Kimberly’s cheeks burning with embarrassment. Brad smiled down at her, his hand caressing her visibly pregnant belly. “Do you, Kimberly, take Brad to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest asked.

Kimberly’s heart sank as she looked into Brad’s cold, domineering eyes. She knew she had no choice but to say, “I do.” And as she spoke the words, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of defeat. She was trapped in this life with a man she didn’t love, all for the sake of upholding her family’s magical bloodline. And as the couple were pronounced husband and wife, Kimberly knew that this would be her reality from now on.

The End.