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The Corruption Method

You are not prepared! We're back into a fantasy world for more corruption. A princess kidnapped, what will be her fate, and is that all there is to it...?

Read the first chunk here, and hold on to your butts for next month's shocking twist!

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Highlights from the story so far in Lucy. Evelyn is an outcast, bullied and lonely, but a new friend brings love and other changes to her life...

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DARK FATHOM

Princess Aurora was the light of Aurelia. She and the land were one. Born a mortal, she had been blessed by the grace of the light and she was the guardian of peace and justice. Now immortal and ageless, she had guided her word for decades and achieved what no other before her had.

Her people loved her, her land was prosperous. No war marred the nations of Aurelia, no famine, no plague. Aurora's light healed the sick and quieted anger and discord. The six nations of the world lived in peace with each other - content to live as brothers and sisters.

As she floated through the white marble archways of the great temple of light - Aurora felt at peace. She wanted nothing for herself, she was content.

Only one thing marred her angelic visage. A flicker of fear and uncertainty. Aurora was awaiting the return of her champion - Sir Loral. He wore her heart - a magic pendant that contained a fragment of her beautiful soul and gave him her light. He had been on a peace mission to the far lands across the sea, where the violent and warlike people had yet to embrace the light of the Queen.

His ship was overdue and the Black Ocean had a dangerous reputation. But she trusted her warrior and she trusted in the light. Quieting her worries she calmed her mind and turned her attention to other matters.

She just hoped he was safe.

***

Creaking timbers and snapping hawsers cracked in the cold night air as another shuddering boom erupted through the ship and Sir Loral was thrown to the ground.

Men screamed and debris rained down as another hole was blasted into the side of The Queens Joy and water rushed inside.

Fires burned on the deck and men were already abandoning ship, rowing hard in the life boats as the once magnificent ship began to yaw and flounder.

Below decks, men were drowned by icy cold waves as water rushed inside and the ship began to sink.

Behind them in the distance, the warships of the Black Empire ceased the fire of their canons... they could see their work was done and their prey had been brought down.

Sir Loral wept.

His peace mission had failed. Even the light of his Queen had not been enough. The cruel and evil servants of the Black Empire had turned against them and now they were going to die.

Around his neck hung a crystal pendant glowing with Holy light. The heart of his Queen containing a portion of her soul. As the rushing waters rose to meet him - his last thoughts were of her and how he had failed her.

The darkness took him.

***

The water of the Black Ocean closed around the remains of the Queens Joy as the smashed remnants began their descent to the bottom of the ocean.

But this was no ordinary spot. Here the ocean sank dramatically into the Black Fathom, the deepest darkest point on the surface of Aurelia.

Shining in the inky black darkness of the ocean, the Queen's heart sank. Deeper and deeper beneath the waves it descended. Down past the curious shoals of fish and darting sharks feeding on the bodies of the dying.

Deeper and deeper it sank into the crushing darkness. It was cold down here... icy cold. The Queen's heart fell deeper and deeper, slowly descending into the Dark Fathom.

It took days to fall, slowly tumbling through the darkness... going deeper and deeper.

Down here it was icy cold and the pressure was immense. The waning light of the heart turned a cold icy blue as slimy sea creatures and sightless things brushed past it. An immense tentacle and a cycolopean eye the size of a city briefly regarded the tiny light as it was smothered and crushed by the dark.

Deeper and deeper... colder and colder. The light turned a malevolent cold blue and then hardened and froze... the heart finally succumbing to the impossible pressures and the darkness and cold.

Evil sightless things swollen with dreadful power, wicked creatures from before the universe had been created hid down here. The depths of the Black Fathom was corrupted with their evil. Black veins pulsed in the frozen heart and it swelled with power as it tapped into the colossal slumbering energy of the most evil creatures to ever walk the world.

And finally the Heart landed at the bottom of the Fathom - swallowed and smothered by evil amongst the monstrous hag worms and splintered remnants of once mighty ships - cradled in the tentacled horrors of the most loathsome evil.

The heart fed...

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Princess Aurora gasped and clutched at her breast. She felt... cold.

A painful numbness was spreading through her body. Her breath came out as frozen mist and her skin burned like fire.

But the pain receded leaving a delicious numbness... a feeling of hungry emptiness.

Aurora could feel her heart beating. Something was wrong. Some part of her - spiritually still connected - was causing this weakness. But she was too emotionally distressed to care.

Her tears froze like ice on her cheeks.

She had just been reading a report sent by an agent when the pain had begun. A report that told her the Queen's Joy had been destroyed and all aboard had perished. Sir Loral was dead - killed by the Black Empire.

Aurora felt hatred stir in her heart. The emotion took her by surprise. She didn't feel she was capable of such feelings - yet her kind and loving nature seemed strangely subdued.

It was like some part of her was becoming numb and cold. She could taste some sort of insidious evil, a power source even stronger than the light that suffused her being.

Aurora groaned. She reached out to the evil. There was an untapped power here she had never known before. Something primordial and dark.

She felt her emotions numbing. She felt her heart beating slower. It was like she was freezing inside... becoming as cold and as ruthless as ice.

It felt... good.

A sneer appeared on Aurora's usually calm and beautiful face. She looked around and her eyes glittered with growing malice.

How dare those maggots in the Black Empire defy her peace overtures. Didn't they know she was the most powerful being on this world?

She imagined their people burning and screaming in agony, begging for mercy as her armies crushed and trampled their towns and cities. They wanted war - she could GIVE them war.

Her sneer became a smile.

"Why have I spent so long trying to build a just world through peace and love when I could simply MAKE people do what I want. Sir Loral would not be dead if I had not been so weak."

Aurora's light was fading. The beautiful aura around her was darkening and turning an icy blue. Her white gown began to turn black and purple, black claw like nails shot from her fingers each one a sharp point.

"Mmmmmhhh power is all that matters. I deserve to be even more powerful." Aurora groaned as she reached out to the dark energy. She sensed it was somewhere far away - somewhere impossibly deep and dark. It was untapped and limitless. Pure evil that she somehow now had a connection to.

She began to feed.

"Mmmmmmhhht what IS this energy. It tastes so good. So FUCKING good."

Aurora panted and moaned, giggling and gasping in pleasure. Her small innocent body swelled with dark power and bones cracked and shifted as she began to transform.

"Yesssss! Fuck the light. The darkness tastes SO much better. Am I not a Goddess? I should be a GODDESS. Make me a GODDESS!"

She screamed and her small chest expanded as her once understated feminity became twisted and enhanced. Two huge womanly breasts swelled out of her chest and she grew in height and stature. Long blonde hair fell down to her ass and her features became knowing and cruel - yet icily beautiful.

She flexed her black nails enjoying the feeling of corruption as the limitless dark energy she was drawing on spread through every molecule of her body and transformed her.

Dark hunger and evil perverted lusts awoke inside her as everything good and pure about her was smothered and crushed by the darkness.

Black boots encased her legs and a staff of pure darkness leapt into her hand. She laughed, her voice now loud and commanding as a corset crushed her waist and she was encased in tight leather and expensive jewellery.

"Mmmmmmh the power is intoxicating," she laughed. Dark eyes glittered with amusement as she surveyed the temple of light around her. The grass below her was now scorched and blackened.

"Why is there a fucking temple to some dumb light - when there should be a temple to ME! A palace of darkness!"

Laughing insanely Aurora raised her arms and the ground shook. People screamed and ran as huge granite blocks began to shift and rumble. The temple of light began to crumble as black obsidian spires pierced the sky and Aurora mounted an ivory throne made from the crushed bleached bones of the dying citizens running around her.

"Whoops," she cackled as a column of stone toppled to crush a family fleeing the destruction.

Her grin widened as more citizens died, crushed by rock or scorched by flames. Sacrifices to the ascension of their new Goddess.

She waved an arm and the bodies of the dead began to twitch. A cold blue light filled their eyes as steel armor encased their bodies and they began to assemble in columns. Her necromantic army grew larger by the second as the Palace took shape around them.

The sky blackened and fire rained down. Once verdant land was turned to ash and from the oozing blackened remains of the dead arose hideous monstrous creatures shaped by Aurora's endless magical strength.

The new Goddess laughed. She felt nothing but unholy joy and delicious satisfaction as she watched the once peaceful land she had stewarded for decades be reshaped to suit her new desires.

"Burn and die losers," she purred, "then serve me in death."

She looked down at her new improved body and shivered in lust. "I should have done this decades ago..."

Queen Aurora was already imagining the glorious future in front of her. Armies of darkness sweeping the land and crushing the other kingdoms... then an invasion of the lands beyond the sea. The ignorant fools of the Black Empire would soon call her Goddess too. They would pay for their insolence.

She would would let some citizens of her new empire survive - after all she'd need test subjects for her experiments and it would be fun to keep them around to torture. She imagined the twisted monstrosities she would create. Blending human with the dark power that flowed inside her. She couldn't wait to perfect humanity into her new image.

"This world is mine!" hissed Aurora gleefully.

She smirked as she felt her pussy get wet and her nipples hard. She hadn't been fucked in decades - whilst she had been an avatar of the light she hadn't felt the temptations of the flesh. Now she was really horny.

As the flames rained down and the gigantic pyramidal palace reached its full final height - undead servitors began corralling the strongest of the men to form Aurora's new harem.

As the Princess of light they had all once loved became the Dark Queen they all hated and feared , the people of Aurelia could not understand what had happened.

She was going to enjoy using them to get off - but unfortunately she did now have a habit of breaking her toys. Maybe she'd have to make some men more powerful so they could withstand her attentions? Or maybe she'd just use and toss them away like garbage?

Far away, the bottomless energy of the Black Fathom poured into the heart and through it into Aurora. It would never end, and she would only become more and more evil with every passing hour.

It was too difficult to fathom...

THE END

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Taking the Leap

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In the quiet of their lab, Dr. Miriam Keller and her longtime friend and colleague, Dr. Lena Rivers, stood on the precipice of making history. Their friendship, forged over years of shared dreams and scientific pursuit, had brought them to this moment. Before them stood the time leap machine, a testament to years of their research and collaboration, ready to be used for its first human trial. 

Miri, with her meticulous eye for detail, reviewed the final settings on the control panel. Her hands moved with practiced precision, yet her stomach knotted with anticipation. “Alright, Lena, we’re about to make history. Are you ready?”

Lena, standing tall yet unable to hide the slight tremor in her hands, nodded. Her voice was steady, betraying only a hint of her inner turmoil. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’ve triple-checked all the safety protocols,” Miri assured her, her gaze locked with Lena’s. “The leap will last only a few seconds. Before you know it, you’ll be back here telling me all about it.”

Taking a deep breath, Lena tried to calm her racing heart, her eyes briefly flitting around the lab, their lab, where every dream and theory had led to this single moment. “It’s just… hard to believe we’re actually doing this. Jumping back in time.”

Miri offered a small, confident smile, her belief in their work unwavering. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I have every faith in our calculations and in you. Remember, your physical body stays here, in stasis. It’s your consciousness that’s leaping.”

Lena’s gaze returned to the machine, then back to Miri, finding solace in her partner’s resolve. “Only a few seconds, and then you pull me back.”

“Exactly. It’s going to be a quick in and out. No time for sightseeing. Ready to be part of history?” Miri’s voice was both a challenge and a comfort.

A smile, tinged with the thrill of adventure, spread across Lena’s face. “Let’s do it. For science, for history, and for us.”

“Alright. Initiating the leap sequence now. See you on the other side,” Miri declared, her finger pressing the final sequence of buttons.

Lena stepped onto the platform. This was the moment of truth, the leap into the unknown.. As the world around her began to dissolve into a blur of lights and sounds, Lena’s mind clung to a single hopeful thought: Please let this work.

Miri stood watch over the scene, her hand poised over the control panel, ready to act at a moment’s notice. “Come back to me safely, Lena,” she whispered into the charged silence.

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As Miri pressed the final sequence into the console, initiating the leap, she watched Lena’s physical form closely. The machine’s gentle hum crescendoed, lights blinking in rhythm as the leap commenced. Lena’s body, clad in a simple lab suit, remained on the platform, serene and unmoving, her consciousness now catapulted back through time. This was the moment they had worked toward, their ambition about to be realized.

Miri’s eyes flicked to the monitors, which displayed Lena’s current temporal location and the identity of the person she now inhabited. Elizabeth Moore, 1923, the screen flashed, a beacon in the dim lab. Miri felt a surge of triumph at the leap’s success, quickly dampened by the realization that, despite the accurate projection, Lena had not snapped back as planned.

Why isn’t the retrieval working? Miri thought, her fingers moving over the controls with practiced urgency. The protocols for Lena’s return had been meticulously planned, each step verified for its precision and reliability. Yet, as the seconds ticked by with Lena’s body remaining motionless on the platform, Miri’s heart rate accelerated, concern growing louder in her chest.

She knew where Lena was, who she was within, but the link that was supposed to pull her back seemed broken, unresponsive to her commands. Miri’s mind raced, troubleshooting every possible failure point, from software glitches to hardware malfunctions. Come on, think. What are we missing?

Panic began to seep through the cracks of her professional demeanor, her thoughts spiraling. If I can’t bring her back… No, I can’t think like that. Lena’s depending on me.

Determination set her jaw as she poured over the data, refusing to let despair take hold. The problem was solvable; it had to be. They had accounted for every variable, or so they had thought. Miri considered every theory they had developed about time travel, consciousness transfer, and quantum entanglement. There had to be a clue, something overlooked.

As the lab’s clock counted the passing time, a stark reminder of Lena’s prolonged absence, Miri’s resolve hardened. She wouldn’t allow fear to paralyze her. Lena was out there, alone in the past, relying on Miri to navigate her home. The realization weighed heavily on Miri, a burden of responsibility and care. Lena, I won’t leave you stranded. I promise.

Reaching for her notes, Miri began to methodically work through each hypothesis again, her mind a whirlwind of equations and scenarios. The lab, filled with the silent presence of Lena’s inert body, seemed to watch and wait.

Miri spoke softly to the still form before her, a whisper of hope in the uncertainty. “Hang in there, Lena. I’ll figure this out. You’re coming home.” Her words, a mix of vow and prayer, filled the lab.

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Miri initiated the temporal communicator, the device they had engineered to breach the silence between the present and wherever—or whenever—Lena found herself. Her fingers hesitated over the controls, gathering the courage to deliver news.

” Lena, can you hear me?” came Miri’s voice.

A crackle of static, and then Lena’s voice, clear and calm, resonated in the lab. “I’m here, Miri. What’s happening? You sound worried.”

Miri took a deep breath, choosing her words with care. “There’s been a complication. The retrieval didn’t work as planned. I… I need more time to figure this out.”

There was a pause—a moment stretched thin by the miles and years between them. Then, Lena’s response, imbued with a quiet strength that had always been her anchor. “Okay, Miri. Take the time you need. We knew this wouldn’t be easy. I trust you.”

Miri’s eyes closed briefly, Lena’s trust a balm to her frayed nerves. “I’m so sorry, Lena. I thought we had accounted for everything. I won’t stop until I bring you back, I promise you that.”

Lena’s laugh, touched with an undercurrent of excitement, came through the communicator. “I know you won’t. Hey, look on the bright side, the experiment worked… in a way. I’m actually here, in the past! That’s incredible, Miri. We did it. Just hang in there and work your magic. I’ll manage until you figure it out.”

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Just a few hours had passed in Miri’s timeline since their last communication, yet for Lena, days had unfolded. Miri, her eyes weary from scouring the digital archives of 1920s newspapers, gathered her findings and reached out to Lena.

“Lena, are you there? I’ve been digging into Elizabeth Moore’s life. She was quite the figure in journalism, battling against the odds in a world not ready for a female voice. It’s incredible,” Miri began.

Lena’s response crackled through, her tone infused with the weight of experience. “Miri, it’s been… enlightening. Living as Elizabeth, seeing the world through her eyes—it’s not been easy. But you’re right, she was incredible. I’ve had to navigate some tricky situations here, trying not to screw things up.”

Miri leaned in, captivated. “What have you learned? Anything that might help us understand how to navigate this?”

Lena paused, her thoughts bridging the gap between eras. “Elizabeth was relentless, you know? I don’t know how, but I can sense that. She used her wit and intelligence to carve out a space for herself and her voice. But it’s her story—the one she was trying to break—that’s really shown me the depth of her determination.”

Miri leaned in closer, her interest piqued. “Tell me about the story.”

“It’s… complicated,” Lena began, her voice reflecting the complexity of the tale. “Elizabeth stumbled upon a network of corruption intertwined with the city’s elite, a story that could shake the very foundations of the societal hierarchies here. She believed it was her duty to bring this to light, despite the risks.”

Lena continued, “She’s been collecting evidence, going to great lengths to gather testimonies from people who are terrified of speaking out. It’s a dangerous game she’s playing, Miri. The people she’s up against, they wouldn’t hesitate to silence her permanently to keep their secrets.”

Miri was silent, absorbing the gravity of Lena’s words. “So, what’s our play here? How are you planning to help her… help you get this story out?”

“That’s where it gets even trickier,” Lena admitted. “I’ve been following her notes, connecting with her contacts. Some are hesitant to trust me, sensing something’s off, but others are just desperate for someone to listen. I’m piecing together the evidence, planning to get it to a publisher Elizabeth trusted.”

“It’s a thin line I’m walking, Miri. But Elizabeth’s courage is driving me. If she believed in this story enough to risk everything, then I owe it to her—to us—to see it through. We’re going to break this story wide open, Miri. Just watch.” 

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Days had passed for Miri, but for Lena, each moment in the past stretched longer, filled with challenges and opportunities. The communicator buzzed to life, signaling another update from Lena.

“Lena, how’s it going there? Making any headway?” Miri asked, her voice clear and direct, cutting through the static.

“Yeah, I’ve got a lead, a big one,” Lena replied, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of arrogance that wasn’t there before. “I found someone with the last piece of evidence we need. It’s been tough, but I’ve got to admit, being Elizabeth has its perks. She knew how to get what she wanted.”

Miri paused, noticing the shift in Lena’s attitude. “Just be careful, Lena.”

Lena laughed, a sound that seemed out of place with her usual demeanor. “Miri, I’m handling it. You should see me. I’ve had to charm, negotiate, and, yeah, maybe manipulate a bit to get here. But it’s all going to be worth it. This story’s going to blow wide open because of what I’m doing.”

As their conversation continued, Miri glanced at the monitors tracking Lena’s temporal signal. Something caught her eye—a fluctuation that hadn’t been there before. The signal, usually a steady pulse indicative of Lena’s presence in the past, was growing stronger, its peaks aligning with Lena’s progress towards breaking Elizabeth Moore’s story.

“Miri, you still there?” Lena’s voice broke through Miri’s observations.

“Yes, sorry, I was just noticing something here on the monitors. Lena, as you get closer to breaking the story, your signal back home is getting stronger. It’s as if your return is directly linked to your success there.”

Lena’s response was a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Really? That’s… unexpected. But it makes sense, in a way. It feels like everything here is coming to a head. Maybe completing Elizabeth’s mission is the key to coming back.”

Miri nodded to herself, a new understanding dawning on her. “It seems that way. This could be good news, Lena. It means we might have a more concrete way to bring you back.”

“Understood, Miri. I’m on it,” Lena assured her, her voice now tempered with a sense of responsibility.

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As the moment of publication approached, Lena had immersed herself deeply in Elizabeth’s world. “To get this story across the finish line, I had to think like Elizabeth, use every tactic she would have used,” Lena explained, her tone reflecting a mix of respect and strategy.

“I spent days meeting with Elizabeth’s contacts, convincing them to trust me with their information. Some were hesitant but I assured them, cajoled when necessary, and promised their stories would not be in vain,” Lena shared, her voice steady and purposeful.

Miri listened, concerned about the depths to which her friend has had to reach into Elizabeth’s mind. “Then there was the editor—skeptical at first, given the explosive nature of the story. I had to navigate his doubts, play up to his ego. A few strategic compliments, a show of confidence in the story’s impact, and he was on board.”

Lena paused, reflecting on the final push. “The hardest part was ensuring the publisher would back us, given the potential backlash. It took a bit of… let’s say, creative persuasion. Highlighting the story’s potential for acclaim, reminding him of his duty to the truth. In the end, he agreed. The story’s going to print.”

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Miri initiated the retrieval process, her heart heavy with apprehension. The signal reached the proper levels following Lena’s last update.

“I’ve done it, Miri. The story’s set to break, and there’s no stopping it now. We’ve made a difference, and Elizabeth’s name will be remembered. It’s part of our legacy now,” Lena had said, her tone more akin to Elizabeth’s than the Lena Miri knew.

Miri watched Lena’s body, lying still on the platform, a myriad of emotions coursing through her. The project was meant to alter the past, yet the profound impact of the past on Lena was something Miri had not fully anticipated.

As she activated the sequence to bring Lena back, Miri found herself whispering into the quiet of the lab, a mix of hope and fear in her words. “Please, let this work.” 

The machinery hummed to life, signaling the start of the retrieval.

Under the steady hum and flicker of machines that seemed almost alive, Miri Keller watched with bated breath as the procedure to retrieve Lena Rivers commenced. Yet, as the air crackled with the energy of the impending leap back, something went awry. Instead of pulling Lena’s consciousness to its rightful place and time, the monitors blazed with unexpected data streams. Lena was leaping again, beyond Miri’s reach, beyond her control.

Frantic, Miri pounded at the keyboard, a desperate attempt to abort the leap. But it was futile; the course was set, and Lena’s spirit was whisked away into the ether of time once more.

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Just moments had slipped by in the quiet of the lab for Miri, but when Lena’s voice broke through the static of the temporal communicator, it was clear much more time had passed for her.

“Miri, you won’t believe it. I’ve been in the ’60s for days now, in the life of this biker gang’s second in command. Time’s weird here, feels like I jumped in the middle of a movie,” Lena started, her tone a mixture of awe and apprehension.

“The guy I’m in, he’s a giant. Muscular, towering over everyone. His presence alone demands attention. And aggressive? If his look doesn’t intimidate you, his attitude will. He’s covered in tattoos, each one telling a story of battles won, both on the road and off. It’s a completely different world here, Miri. I’ve had to… adjust quickly.”

“Days? Lena, that’s… it’s only been moments here. Are you okay?” Miri’s concern was palpable, her grasp on their time-disjointed reality shaken.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay. I’ve got a handle on things. There’s a takeover happening soon, and believe it or not, being in this guy’s shoes… or should I say boots, gives me a sort of edge. You’d be surprised how quickly you can adapt when you have to,” Lena replied, her voice carrying a mix of determination and a hint of revelation at her own adaptability.

Miri processed this, concern threading through her response. “A takeover sounds risky, Lena. And being in someone so… imposing. Are you sure you’re managing alright?”

“Actually, it’s an advantage,” Lena explained, her tone infused with an obvious confidence. “His size, his whole demeanor, it changes the way people interact with me. I’ve had to be quick, use his reputation to my advantage. It’s like chess; you’ve got to think several moves ahead. People are afraid of me and I can use that to my advantage.”

Miri paused, taking in Lena’s words with a mixture of astonishment and concern. “I’m surprised to hear you say that, Lena. Using fear and physical prowess to your advantage… It’s so far from how we operate. But I understand the circumstances are extraordinary.”

Lena’s response carried an edge, almost antagonistic in its confidence. “Miri, I’m fine. Really, you should trust me on this. I know what I’m doing, and if using a bit of intimidation works to our advantage, then so be it. We’re not in our world now. This is survival, and I’m adapting. Just focus on your part, and let me handle things here.” Her words, though meant to reassure, left Miri with a lingering unease about the lengths Lena was willing to go to ensure their success.

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As the days passed, Miri busied herself with refining the machine while waiting for check-ins from Lena.  In one of their scheduled communications, Miri’s voice, tinged with concern, broke the silence that had settled over the lab. “How are things progressing with the gang? Are you staying safe?”

Lena’s response came through, laced with a confidence that was becoming increasingly familiar, yet unsettling. “Oh, it’s all under control. You’d be amazed at how people fall in line when they know who’s boss. I’ve got them eating out of my hand,” she boasted, a hint of pride in her newfound influence.

Miri frowned at the communicator, troubled by Lena’s words. “Just remember why you’re there, Lena. We’re trying to make a positive impact, not just enforce will,” she reminded, hoping her words would find purchase.

Days melded into more conversations, each one revealing more of Lena’s deepening entanglement with the biker gang’s dynamics. During another call, Miri expressed her growing apprehension. “Lena, I’m worried about the risks you’re taking. This power play… it’s dangerous.”

Lena’s laughter, light yet edged with a sharp confidence, echoed through the lab. “Relax, Miri. It’s all part of the game here. I’m playing my cards right, and it’s working. Besides, having a bit of muscle to flex makes things easier,” she replied, dismissing Miri’s concerns with an ease that sent a shiver down Miri’s spine.

Each exchange left Miri feeling more helpless.  Lena was acting out of character and indifferent to it all.  Yet, Miri couldn’t help but acknowledge that the signal was getting stronger. Whatever Lena was doing was working.

Miri was so caught up in her worries and the data flickering across her screens that she failed to notice the subtle changes marking Lena’s body. Silent and unmoving on the platform, Lena’s form was bathed in the soft, blue light of the monitors. New additions—a few small, dark lines and shapes—peeked out from under the sleeve of her lab suit etched into her skin. An elaborate design appeared on her shoulder, the biker gang’s emblem.  Another on her forearm, a series of symbols. 

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After the takeover was successfully executed, Lena wasted no time in updating Miri through their temporal communicator. Her voice was alive with an unsettling mix of triumph and dismissal, a tone that Miri had not heard from her before.

“We took control, Miri. There was a fight, and yeah, people got hurt, but we won. That’s what matters,” Lena recounted, the details spilling out with a stark lack of concern for the violence she described.

Miri, taken aback, pressed for more clarity, her voice laced with worry. “A fight? Lena, tell me no one was seriously injured.”

Lena’s response was swift, almost too casual given the gravity of the situation. “It was unavoidable, Miri. These things happen when you’re pushing for change, for control. We came out on top, and that’s the point. The others? Well, they knew the risks.”

The sheer dismissiveness in Lena’s tone regarding the harm caused during the takeover sent a wave of discomfort through Miri. The Lena she knew would have weighed the consequences more carefully, would have been troubled by the necessity of violence.

“But, Lena, the harm… the violence. Was there no other way?” Miri questioned, struggling to understand Lena’s newfound ruthlessness.

Lena’s laughter, devoid of any remorse, echoed back. “You don’t win battles by playing nice, Miri. You have to be willing to do whatever it takes. And we did. Now, we’re in charge, and that’s what’s going to be remembered. Not the scuffles along the way.”

As Miri struggled to come to terms with Lena’s chilling recount of the takeover, she attempted to voice her objections, her concern for Lena’s drastic change in character. “Lena, this isn’t right. You’ve never—” Miri started, but her words were cut short.

The machinery around her buzzed to life unexpectedly, the monitors indicating that the signal had reached full strength. It was the moment they had been waiting for, the opportunity to pull Lena back. Miri’s objections were swallowed by the lab’s sudden whirl of activity as she frantically adjusted controls, hoping that this time, the retrieval would be successful.

But as the sequence initiated, Miri’s heart sank. Despite the signal’s strength and her meticulous preparations, Lena began to leap again, her form flickering in the blue glow of the platform, signaling yet another jump through time instead of the long-awaited return. Miri watched in disbelief, her technical prowess once again falling short of bringing her friend home.

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Miri waited anxiously for the temporal communicator to crackle to life, signifying Lena’s presence on the other end. When Lena’s voice finally came through, it carried an initial note of surprise that quickly turned into something else, something unfamiliar.

“I’m in the ’50s, Miri, inside some smoking hot babe,” Lena began, her tone carrying an unusual edge that seemed more aligned with the biker she had been than the Lena Miri remembered. “It’s like I’ve stepped right into one of those classic films. She’s got this long, wavy hair that looks like it’s straight out of a shampoo commercial, and a figure that Marilyn Monroe would envy. I mean, we’re talking the kind of curves that make everyone do a double-take.”

Miri listened, a mix of surprise and concern filtering through her as Lena continued, the description painting a vivid image. “And the clothes, Miri, you wouldn’t believe it. Everything’s tailored to perfection, accentuating every… well, let’s just say, designers knew what they were doing back then. It’s all high heels, tight skirts, and glam to the max. Walking around in this body, in this era—it’s an experience, alright.”

Miri, taken aback by the description and the change in Lena’s tone, treaded cautiously. “Lena, are you okay? That doesn’t sound like you. How are you managing?”

Lena’s patience seemed to fray at the questions. “Managing? I’m doing more than managing. I’m living a life you wouldn’t believe,” she snapped, her irritation mounting. “Why does it matter if it sounds like me or not? I’m doing what needs to be done.”

Miri, sensing the rising anger in Lena’s voice, tried to steer the conversation back to safer ground. “I’m just worried about you, Lena. Every leap seems to change things.”

That seemed to ignite Lena’s anger further. “Change things? Miri, you don’t get it. I’m making things happen here, by whatever means necessary. You sitting there, questioning my methods, my choices, it’s not helping!”

Miri flinched at the harshness, the outright aggression in Lena’s response. Her voice wobbled as she replied, “Lena, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to understand, to make sure you’re still… okay.”

The vulnerability in Miri’s voice, her near tears, seemed to flick a switch in Lena. Her tone softened, shifting gears as if recognizing the need to change tactics. “Hey, Miri, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. You’re right. It’s just… this place, it’s overwhelming. But listen, you’re doing great. We knew this would be tough. I need you to keep your head, okay? We’ll get through this.”

Miri, still reeling from the sudden pivot in Lena’s demeanor, nodded silently, taking a moment to compose herself. “Okay, Lena. I’ll focus. We will figure this out.”

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Miri initiated another call through the temporal communicator to Lena. Anxiety knitted her brow as she waited for Lena’s voice to fill the space, a voice that had grown increasingly foreign.

When Lena responded, her tone was laced with an aggressive confidence, a stark contrast to the cautious scientist Miri had once known. “I’ve figured it out, Miri. The problem I need to solve here—it’s about getting this movie off the ground. The key? Winning over a particular producer,” Lena explained.

Miri, taken aback, pressed for details, her voice tinged with concern. “What exactly is your plan, Lena? How do you intend to do that?”

Lena’s response was swift and calculating. “It’s simple, really. I’m going to use what I’ve got. This producer, he’s got a soft spot for actresses, and I’m in the perfect position to capitalize on that. A bit of seduction might be just what’s needed to get his approval,” Lena declared, her approach more reminiscent of a calculated play for power than the scientific strategy Miri was accustomed to.

Miri’s heart sank, her discomfort palpable even through the digital connection. “Lena, that sounds… Are you sure? It seems unlike you to resort to seduction.”

Lena’s laugh, once warm and genuine, now carried a cold undertone of control. “Miri, darling, it’s the ’50s. Things work differently here. I’m merely adapting to the environment. It’s for a good cause—the movie could be a breakthrough. Don’t worry; I’m in complete control of the situation.”

The conversation continued, but Miri was left with a growing sense of unease. Lena’s newfound aggression and willingness to manipulate those around her marked a significant departure from the friend she had known. 

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Miri was exhausted.  The endless cycle of monitoring, researching, and waiting for any sign of a breakthrough had left her on the brink of collapse. The lab, usually a place of discovery and excitement, had become a prison of frustration and fatigue. It was during one of these long vigils that Miri finally noticed the transformation of Lena’s body, lying inert on the platform. 

Her body now boasted a voluptuousness that was unmistakably reminiscent of the 1950s Hollywood starlet Lena was currently inhabiting. Miri circled the platform, her scientific mind reeling from the impossibility of what she was seeing. Lena’s breasts were larger, her hips wider, and her entire form had taken on a bombshell silhouette that was entirely foreign.

Miri’s hands trembled as she realized the tightness of Lena’s clothing, initially designed for her original physique, was now constricting. With careful movements, Miri removed the outer layer, revealing not only the startling transformation but also the tattoos acquired from Lena’s leap into the biker gang. The ink, once hidden, was now displayed on Lena’s transformed figure, adding to Miri’s growing alarm.

With a trembling voice, Miri initiated communication, hoping for some answers. “Lena, your body here… it’s changed so much. You’ve got the figure of the starlet, and the tattoos from before… How is this happening?”

Lena’s response was sharp, laced with irritation. “Really, Miri? That’s what you’re worried about now? My appearance? We’ve got bigger problems than how I look! I’ve been stuck in the past for weeks now and you’ve done nothing!”

Miri recoiled, taken aback by the aggression in Lena’s tone. Before she could reply, Lena’s voice softened, her anger giving way to excitement. “But you know, now that I think about it, this could be amazing.  I mean, I had a nice body before.  Of course, I never really did anything with it.  But with a body like this, I can only imagine the fun I can have.”

Miri listened, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. Lena’s shift from criticism to enthusiasm was jarring, yet it underscored the multifaceted effects of their experiment. “But Lena, the changes…” We don’t know the long-term effects, on your health, on your mind. It’s worrying.”

Lena’s laughter, light and unfazed, filtered through the communicator. “Miri, darling, there are bigger things at stake here than my waistline or tattoos. I’m making history. These changes? They’re just battle scars. Proof of the journey. Keep your eyes on the prize.”

Miri stood in silence, staring at Lena’s altered form on the platform. The Lena she had known, who would have shared her concern for the implications of these changes, seemed increasingly distant. Miri was left to grapple with the reality of their experiment’s toll on Lena, not just mentally or spiritually, but physically as well.

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As Lena’s time within the Hollywood starlet came to a close, marked by the successful greenlighting of the movie project, Miri prepared for the retrieval process with a mix of relief and trepidation. The communicator crackled to life, Lena’s voice coming through with a casualness that chilled Miri to the bone.

“I did what I had to, Miri. The producer and I reached an… understanding. The movie’s going ahead,” Lena said, her tone implying the nature of the compromise.

Miri was aghast. “You… Lena, I can’t believe you’d go that far. That’s not you.”

Lena’s response was light, dismissive. “It’s only sex, Miri. It worked, didn’t it? It’s not even the first time I’ve done it in this body. Though it was the least enjoyable experience.”

The signal reached its apex and Miri initiated the retrieval sequence. Once again something went awry. Checking the equipment with frantic precision, Miri found no faults, no reason the retrieval should have failed. Yet fail it did. 

Lena’s voice once again filled the lab, carrying an unsettling note of volition. “I felt the pull, Miri, but I wasn’t ready. There’s so much more to do, to see. I chose to leap again.”

Miri stood frozen, disbelief and realization washing over her in equal measure. “You chose? Lena, why? The risks, the changes… This isn’t like you.”

But was it? Miri pondered, a sinking feeling in her gut. The Lena she had known—the cautious, morally upright scientist—seemed to be eroding with each leap, each decision made in another era, another life. The choices Lena was making, the casual acceptance of those decisions’ moral and ethical implications, painted a picture of someone fundamentally altered by their journey through time.

“I need to do this, Miri. There’s so much more I need to change, fix. Don’t you see?” Lena insisted, her words making Miri unsure of if Lena was talking about the past or herself.

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Miri watched the monitors with a mix of anticipation and dread. Lena’s final leap home was imminent, the culmination of their groundbreaking yet tumultuous journey through time. Months had passed, each one seeing Lena leaping through time, with Miri tirelessly working to maintain the connection, to keep Lena moving, changing. This Lena treated Miri more as a slave than a partner and friend.

“Lena, are you ready,” Miri said, her voice barely above a whisper as she addressed the communicator.

Lena’s laugh, once warm and comforting, now held a sharpness that cut through Miri. “Of course, Miri. I wouldn’t be returning if I wasn’t ready.  Don’t question me again.”

Miri sighed, her fingers hesitantly preparing the system for Lena’s return. She looked over at Lena’s body.  One so different than the friend she knew.  As the leap commenced, Miri’s heart raced. This was it, an end to it all.

“Lena… you’re…” Miri started, her voice trailing off in shock as Lena’s body exited stasis.

“Stunning? Powerful? I know,” Lena interrupted, her confidence unbounded, a stark departure from the scientist who had first embarked on this journey. “This is me now, Miri. Improved. Evolved.”

Tears welled up in Miri’s eyes as she took in the full extent of Lena’s transformation. “But at what cost, Lena? You’ve lost so much of yourself.”

“What I’ve lost doesn’t matter. Look at what I’ve gained,” Lena countered, her tone dismissive, devoid of the empathy and warmth she once possessed.

Miri was speechless, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. Their project had changed history, yes, but it had also irrevocably changed Lena, stripping away the essence of the person she once knew.

“I just wanted to help. To make a difference with our work,” Miri managed to say, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions.

“And you did, Miri. We did,” Lena replied, her gaze steely. “We changed history. We changed me. This is what success looks like!”

Miri slumped in exhaustion and acceptance.  Her friend was gone for good.  She started walking towards the exit of the lab, the place she had spent the last few months trapped inside.

“Where do you think you’re going, Miri?” Lena admonished.  “I did not say you can leave.”

Miri looked back, stunned.  “What….what do you mean?”

“Have you learned nothing, girl,” Lena snapped. “You will do what I say, when I say it. I am your queen and you are mine. You are to prepare this machine, I have an army to build.”

Miri’s eyes held their determination for a fleeting moment, but buckled under the weight of Lena.  “Yes, mistress.”

[cantraps]

Prepare for Trouble, Make it Double

Misty set off down the road, somewhat teary-eyed after bidding farewell to Ash. They had gone on so many adventures together that it was like saying goodbye to family. But Misty knew she needed to do this. She needed to strike out on her own and make her own path, make a name for herself. She was 18 now after all, no longer a kid.

She had set all her loyal Pokémon free or given them to friends. She wanted a fresh start. It wasn’t all bad though, Ash had gifted her with the Master Ball, a powerful pokéball that had the ability to capture any Pokémon she desired, perfect for starting out alone again.

However, as she walked alone down the path, she felt eyes on her. Familiar eyes.

“I don’t know what you think you’ll get from me, Team Rocket. I’ve given up my Pokémon, and my best friend is 10 miles in the opposite direction by now,” she called out into the air in what she knew would be a vain attempt at stopping what was about to happen.

Sure enough, seconds later, Jessie and James, the two most useless Team Rocket members, sprang out from the bushes to perform their signature greeting.

"Prepare for trouble!" Jessie exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose.

"And make it double!" James chimed in, mimicking Jessie's theatrics.

"To protect the world from devastation!" Jessie continued with a flourish.

"To unite all peoples within our nation!" James added, matching her enthusiasm.

The duo, despite their ineptitude, recited their rehearsed lines flawlessly, a strange sense of pride in their otherwise comical routine. Meowth, their feline companion, lounged lazily on James's shoulder, contributing with a nonchalant "Meowth, that's right!"

Misty rolled her eyes, a mix of irritation and amusement playing on her face. "Really? You two again?"

"Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!" Jessie declared.

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!" James proclaimed.

Misty couldn't hide her exasperation as she rolled her eyes again. "Like I said, I have nothing you idiots will be interested in, so can I pass already?"

"I wouldn't be so certain, Red. We hear you have a special pokéball," Jessie slyly remarked, a devious grin on her face.

James chimed in, "So we suggest you hand it over."

Misty's eyes widened as she clutched the Master Ball protectively. Without her Pokémon, she felt vulnerable. In a desperate attempt to distract them, she shouted, "Is that a legendary Mew behind you?"

Caught off guard, Jessie and James hastily turned to look behind themselves, scanning the area for the mythical Pokémon. Seizing the opportunity, Misty dashed into the nearby woods, her heart pounding with each step. She knew she needed to put some distance between herself and Team Rocket, counting on the ruse to buy her enough time to escape their clutches.

Misty crouched behind a thicket, holding her breath as Jessie and James searched the area, their voices fading into the distance. Convinced the coast was clear, Misty made her move, attempting to slip away unnoticed. However, just as she stepped forward, she collided with Jessie.

The two women tumbled to the ground, a cloud of dust rising around them. In the chaos, the Master Ball slipped from Misty's grasp, landed on a rock and rolled open between them. A crack formed on the outer shell of the ball as an eerie glow emanated from it, creating an ominous aura. Then by itself the ball opened.

As Misty and James watched in shock, a strange force began to pull at Jessie's very essence. Panic set in as Jessie's body was sucked and drawn into the Master Ball. Misty, wide-eyed, clutched her chest in disbelief at the unexpected turn of events.

James gasped, witnessing the surreal scene before him. The Master Ball closed shut, containing Jessie's body and essence, leaving only her Team Rocket outfit behind. The forest fell silent, leaving an unsettled Misty and a bewildered James to grapple with the mysterious power that now resided within the once-innocent pokéball.

James cradled Jessie's uniform in his arms, eyes filled with a mix of grief and anger. "What have you done?" he yelled at Misty, his voice trembling.

Misty, still in shock, stammered, "I didn't do anything, I swear. Whatever happened, it was an accident. Let me try and fix it." She frantically pressed the button to open the Master Ball, desperately hoping for a solution.

As the ball opened, a surge of energy pulsed through it. Jessie's ethereal form rushed out, seeking the nearest available vessel. In an unforeseen twist, it found Misty.

Misty gasped as she felt an otherworldly presence enveloping her. The transformation was swift and disorienting. Jessie's essence merged with Misty's body, and their consciousness became entwined.

Jessie’s over confident vanity overwrote Misty’s Tom boyish brashness. Misty’s intelligence easily squashed Jessie’s empty headed dumbness. One thing that the two minds found parity with was their ambition. Jessie’s evil ambition wrapped around Misty’s desire to be her own person like a warm coat.

Misty's demeanor underwent a remarkable shift as Jessie's essence blended with her own. Her posture straightened, and an air of confidence enveloped her, reminiscent of Jessie's poised presence. She examined her hands and felt her face, as if exploring a body that was suddenly foreign to her.

"This is certainly new," she mused, her voice now carrying a hint of both Misty's and Jessie's tones.

James, still holding Jessie's lifeless body, stuttered, "J-Jessie? Misty?"

Misty, or rather the amalgamation she had become, turned to James with a mysterious smile. "Hmmm, not quite either. I feel like both of them and neither of them. Call me Missy."

Her words hung in the air, a fusion of Jessie's assertiveness and Misty's determination. James, still grappling with the surreal turn of events, could only stand there dumbfounded.

"Well, don't just stand there, idiot. Give me those clothes; I need to get out of this childish get-up," Missy commanded, her voice carrying a blend of authority and impatience. James, still rather bewildered, handed her the clothes that once belonged to Jessie and turned around, allowing her privacy to change.

As Missy discarded Misty's yellow top and jeans with evident distaste, a hungry eagerness took over as she embraced the Team Rocket outfit. The smooth, tight material seemed to suit her, and she sighed in satisfaction.

"Mmm, that's better. You can turn around now," Missy declared, and James complied, turning to witness an unusual sight. Before him stood Missy,l now clad in the iconic Team Rocket uniform. It was a surreal transformation, the often rival now appearing strangely at home in the guise of the villainous duo. James couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events that had left him in the company of this enigmatic fusion.

"How do I look?" Missy inquired with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. James, still processing the surreal situation, found himself utterly speechless.

Possessing Misty's superior intellect, Missy looked at James with a hint of contempt, silently pondering how Jessie endured the company of such a fool. Rolling her eyes at him she took out a pocket mirror and gazed at her reflection. Gone was the kind soft eyes of Misty, replaced by a new colder, calculating pair. Jessie had had ambition but not the brains to support it. Missy now had both and the creeping desire for power was evident but first she needed a change.

"Ugh, I have to do something about this hair. Meowth, come," she commanded, snapping her fingers at the feline Pokémon. Meowth sensing a change in dynamics didn’t dispense with his usual quips and instead did as commanded. With an air of authority, Missy strode towards the road, and James quickly followed, still grappling with the abrupt change in dynamics.

Hours later, James sat in their Team Rocket safe house, wondering what Missy was up to in the bathroom she had locked herself in when they arrived. He didn’t have to ponder long as Missy strode out moments later looking surprisingly different.

Gone was Misty's bright orange hair, perpetually in a side ponytail. In its place flowed sleek, long locks dyed in Jessie's trademark pink-purple mix. Missy's face was adorned with bold makeup, a reflection of Misty's desire to mature and assert her individuality.

Missy stood confidently before the mirror, admiring her transformed appearance with a narcissistic gleam in her eye. "Well, aren't I the perfect villain now," she mused, trailing a finger along the sleek, dyed locks that now flowed down her back.

James, still adjusting to the surreal evolution of their circumstances, couldn't help but express his awe. "Wow, Missy, you look amazing."

Missy turned to him with a smug smile. "Of course, I do. I'm the perfect blend of beauty and brains. The same can't be said for you, however. Not yet anyway."

Her words hung in the air, leaving James momentarily taken aback. Jessie and him had always barbed together but playfully. Missy had real venom in her words, and what was with the cryptic ‘not yet anyway’? As if you answer his question Missy pulled out the Master Ball and held it out coldly in front of James.

“What’s that for?” James asked. Missy rolled her eyes.

“God you’re so dumb, which is why I’m doing this.” Missy said with a mischievous grin as she pressed the button on the ball causing it to open. By the time James realized what was happening it was too late. He tried to hold onto the furniture in the room but with seconds he was sucked into the ball leaning only his uniform behind.

With a satisfying close, Missy smirked at the ball. She had half a mind to leave him in there forever but she knew she was going to need a partner if she was going to take over Team Rocket from its current leader Giovanni.

“Meowth pick up this idiots clothes, we have some ground to cover if we are going to catch up to our next mission.” She said watching in delight as Meowth jumped to action.

LATER

Ash was walking the path to the next gym with Pikachu following beside. It had been quiet these past few days without Misty but he knew she had left to make her own dreams come true and he had to respect that. Besides he soon had his own problems as he spotted the familiar sight of Jessie in the distance, her uniform and bright hair a dead give away.

However as he got closer he wondered why she stood calmly in the road and why she looked vaguely different. It wasn’t until he was a few feet away that he understood.

“Misty? Is that you? Why the funny get up? Is it Halloween already?” He joked but she remained still, looking him up and down.

“The name’s Missy you loser. I’m only here because Misty had a soft spot for you, her love for you creeps all over my body and even now I feel myself getting flushed at the sight of you. It’s disgusting. But in a minute you’ll be more to my liking.” She smirked producing the Master Ball.

“Ok Misty very funny but what’s going on here and-” Ash started but before he could finish, Missy had thrown him the Master Ball just as it was opening. The spirit of James rushed out, desperate for a vessel, latching hungrily onto Ash. The Pokémon trainer could do nothing as his mind and James’ became one. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and then back, this time with a mischievous glint to them.

“I feel so… so…” Ash began.

“Better, superior? Get used to it… babe, we’re now a force to be reckoned with.” Missy said eying up her new partner in equal part pride and attraction who nodded back at her and approached her with new confidence. Pikachu looked on confused, sensing something amiss.

“What about the rat?” Ash said coldly gesturing to Pikachu. Missy eyed the Pokémon with a devious smile.

“Oh I have just the idea to make him more agreeable to our needs.” She grinned as she took the master ball from Ash’s hands and turned instead to Meowth.

THE END

[cantraps]

A mass murderer on death row is given a miraculous second chance in a brand new body. What will the world's most dangerous cheerleader do now...? Revenge of course.

[cantraps]

PROJECT FEAR

Fear... fear never changes.

Claire could feel it in the cold taste of her mouth and the tightening of her chest. The thudding beat of her heart punctuated each moment as her bully Madison moved towards her. There was no escape.

"What... the... fuck... do you want, you little loser bitch?"

Madison towered over Claire. She was gorgeous, beautiful and flawless. Perfect pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she smoothed down her black designer dress and tossed out her blonde hair. She was everything Claire dreamed of being, she was just so much BETTER than Claire.

Claire was a tiny, spotty, nerdy school girl with braces and tangled dirty hair. She felt so unconfident and so pathetic in front of the other girls beauty and total poise.

Claire felt sweat oozing out of her pores, inside her head she was whimpering. Madison sneered, her manicured hands on her hips as she looked down at the diminutive nerd. Madison was taller, her huge breasts nearly at Claire's face-height. Claire wanted to cry.

"I wanted... I wanted... I wanted to tell you to fuck off you stuck up, evil, bullying bitch."

Madison frowned. "Wh... what did you just say to me you loser?"

"I said fuck off. I should have said it back then, but I'm glad I'm saying it now. I want you to know you totally failed. You tried to make my life a living hell during high school - but I graduated top of my class. I became a success. I married a loving kind husband - I beat you and it feels so fucking good! You're the fucking loser!"

Claire screamed the last words directly into Madison's face and the look of surprise on her bullies face was worth everything. With a laugh Claire shoved her and Madison flew backwards, crashing into a wall and then through it.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the bully as she was disintegrated instantly into nothingness and with a grin Claire reached up to her head and tugged at the invisible helmet only she could feel there...

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Whoosh.

With a hum of power the capsule powered up, and Claire groggily awakened. With a hiss of sealed air, it sprang open and she sat up with a stretch. Her body was now older, more mature. She was no longer a schoolgirl - she was a 32 year old woman once again.

She still found the transition from her Actual-Reality simulator to real-life jarring sometimes, but she had to admit that her latest simulation had left her feeling a sensation of immense satisfaction, even if she was mostly back to her old self.

Project Fear was really coming along nicely.

She'd always been interested in the possibilities of virtual reality - but what if it could be made even better? Actual-Reality was a slightly misleading term, but one that at least gave some idea of the power of her machine. Within the capsule she'd created, the air was teeming with millions of nano-bots. Run a simulation and they would alter your body so that you could accurately relive whatever memories and feelings you'd had at some other point in your life.

There was a safety feature of course. It was impossible to leave the capsule without being turned back into your original self when you left a simulation. The capsule automatically backed up your physical body before you left.

Bullied relentlessly at school, Claire had decided she would use her new invention to help victims of bullying. Project Fear was an attempt to create a simulation where victims could relive traumatic moments from their life, but this time tell the bullies where to fuck off.

Her backers were expecting big things - she just hoped she could deliver. She'd modelled this private simulation on her own bully Madison, imbuing the AI model and personality with every cruel and wicked quirk she could remember from the evil bullying bitch.

The front door suddenly clicked open and Claire realised her husband had just walked in. Jack had been volunteering at a food bank, he was currently supporting her work by being a stay at home husband and trying to do charity work whenever he could. She loved him so much.

She ran into his arms and they kissed, hugging as they did so. "Good day on the project?" he asked proudly as she nodded.

"You bet. In fact it would really help me out if you would test the simulator again so I can make sure it works for other people too."

"Sure thing," he grinned. "You know how much fun it is to jump inside."

Claire hadn't told Jack the full implications of her project yet. She hadn't even told him about Madison. One day she would open up about the bullying she'd experienced... until then she prefered to keep it as her secret shame.

"I'll cook dinner and then I'm happy to take your simulator for a spin," he laughed.

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Jack stood in the interface room. This was the loading screen for the simulator. From here one could adjust ones internal avatar and load into any of the simulated situations Claire had already programmed and mapped out.

Jack loved how clever Claire was and was proud of what she had achieved already. He had quit his job to be her help at home and help her to pursue her dreams. He was besotted with his wife, she was just the loveliest person he knew.

Getting to road test her amazing technology was quite a perk though.

"Run bodybuilder simulation, play as character Kurt" he laughed - loving this one as his favourite. As he spoke - the featureless room around him shimmered into a gym, but that wasn't the best bit.

The best bit was the millions of nano-bots around him that rapidly transformed his body and made him into a copy of Kurt - the olympic weight lifter. His arms swelled up with muscles, and he became taller and stronger. He could now feel the strength he possessed - the actual reality simulator had made him into a true muscle head.

But that wasn't all. To help him instantly adapt to his situation the simulator also imparted him with Kurt's muscle memory and knowledge. He now moved effortlessly and knew exactly how to use his body to the best effect.

Jack grinned at the feeling of power and strength the simulation had given him. His arms were now as thick as tree trunks and his body rippled with slab like muscle. He was a total hunk now and Kurt's confidence and arrogance were a little intoxicating.

Jack was such a nice humble man, he had to admit he quite liked using the simulator to become like characters he wasn't really much like.

"I feel amazing," he grinned wondering what it would be like to permanently have a body like this. He'd thought of asking - but Claire had been adamant that all transformations should be temporary and only permitted in the simulator capsule.

He messed about for a bit, stretching and lifting weights. Then he decided he should try another situation.

"Computer... what other sumulations are available?"

The computer began to list them off, when suddenly a name caught his attention.

"Project fear? What's that? What characters are available - I'dl love to try that."

"Only one character is available. Madison the bully. Beginning simulation. Downloading physical form and personality construct."

"Madison? No... hey wait!"

Jack groaned as the nanobots buzzed around his body and he began to change. This time it felt different... better... if that was even possible.

Although he was losing size and muscle his body remained toned and athletic. His skin tanned and became softer and smoother - with long endless legs and a curvy waist.

Jack gasped as his Adam's apple retracted and his cock shrank inside his body. He'd never tried a female character in the simulator - now he was getting his first taste of femininity.

For the first time in his life - he didn't have a cock. Instead a perfect tight pussy now sat between his thighs. The pussy of a cheerleading bullying bitch that everyboy in Claire's town had once fantasised about.

But that wasn't the only female change Jack was experiencing.

With a soft moan, Jack's hands went to his chest. The nails had already turned white with nail varnish and they looked sexy as fuck as his chest began to expand and swell out.

"Ohhhh my God!" he groaned, his voice changing in pitch and cadence to that of a spoiled petulant bitch as two huge rounded breasts pushed slowly out of his chest.

The feeling of gaining two massive DD cup tits was indescribably hot. His clothing only accomodated the swelling boobs as it too was being transformed into a stretchy grey jumpsuit.

It clung to and hugged his altered body, as his features softened and became those of a spoiled bored princess. A resting bitch face with plump pink lips, hypnotic green eyes and high cheekbones. Jewellery and earrings formed as his pedicured toes slid into a pair of open-toe wedges and his body posture adjusted itself to compensate for his new female form.

Finally Jack's hair lengthened into a golden wave around his head as his transformation into Madison completed. His hands went naturally to his hips as the muscle memory kicked in and he felt an inbuilt grace and comfortableness in his new form.

"Holy shit I feel like soool fucking good," he giggled as he stretched and saw his massive new boobs wobble on his chest. "Mmmmh I'm like even talking like a fucking hot bitch. This avatar must have more personality than the others Claire programmed."

Had she created this body for her own use? Was that where it had come from? Well it was all his now.

As he thought of his wife something weird suddenly happened to Jack. His lips curved into a sneer and a hot flash of contempt and amusement pulsed through his body. His nipples got hard and his pussy got wet as a sensation of smug superiority filled him up.

No - he somehow knew that Claire had never been inside this body. She was just a plain Jane who could never know how it felt to be a Princess.

Haha that fucking loser could never be ME.

The voice in his head felt good... it felt like if he let it, it could speak for him. He just had to let it sink into him, let it BECOME him. For a moment he felt a terrible temptation to do just that.

Then the moment passed as quickly as it had arrived and Jack suddenly felt a sudden shame. The slutty sneer vanished from his face and with a sudden surge of embarrasment he reached up and removed the helmet desperate to suddenly go back to reality.

*******

Jack slid out of the capsule and ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair. His body had returned to normal and he felt his old self again.

Mmmmmh, it had felt so good to be in Madison's body though. To have those massive tits, to be young, pretty and horny.

His cock was back and it was hard. Really hard.

Reaching into his pants he began to stroke. He thought about those big boobs, swinging on his chest - the feeling of power and confidence they had given him. Madison was hot... so fucking hot. He wished Claire had tits like that. Big fucking DD funbags he could blow his load over.

The pleasure was intense and for a moment he thought he heard that voice again.

Do it for me baby. Cum for Madison.

Ohhhh fuck...

He came hard. Harder than he had done for years. Cum splattered out over his chest and everywhere. His cock pulsed and more erupted out... it was like his balls were emptying out of all the frustration he had been experiencing recently... frustration he hadn't even realised he had.

How long was it since Claire had actually fucked him?

Yessss. Give me all your cum, drain it all out baby. That loser doesn't deserve it.

Jack groaned happily. That had felt so good. He wasn't sure if he would ever not be able to stop getting aroused to the thought of being inside a womans body now. Now he had experienced a taste of femininity, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Using a tissue to clean himself up, he walked off to get changed, hoping he wouldn't bump into his wife. He felt guilty and dirty... like he had somehow cheated on Claire. Of course he hadn't... but getting off to his memory of Madison seemed both wrong, yet strangely thrilling.

Jack shrugged it off. What a strange day... but that was definitely the end to it and he would not be seeing Madison again.

*********

It was midnight. Claire was asleep and Jack stood in the booth staring down at it. His cock was rock hard and his heart was thudding.

He couldn't stop thinking about how good those tits had felt, how perfect his body had been. He wanted to experience it again. The feeling of being feminine, the feeling of being Madison.

"Just one little taste," he whispered climbing into the machine and activating it.

"Computer... turn me into Madison and run the gym simulation."

He'd used this scenario before... but only as the bodybuilder. This time he was going into it as a woman.

"Ohhhh my fucking God YESSSS!" hissed Jack as he felt the nano-bots do their work and he was rapidly transformed back into a busty bitch. His tits felt even better than last time, or maybe it was just because he'd missed them more.

This time he was dressed to do a work out and he giggled in his new voice as he stretched his body and felt the tight lyrca hugging his enhanced curves. This was so much better than being a bodybuilder.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," he giggled walking over to a mirror and checking himself out. "And this Goddess is horny."

Jack had been lying in bed fantasising about this all night. Claire had been quite affectionate, she'd maybe even wanted sex - but he'd pretended to be too tired. He didn't want to let go of this feeling. He wanted to stay horny for Madison.

Now it was time to have some fun.

Peeling off his top, Jack moaned as he flicked Madison's large nipples and felt them get hard. Wiggling out of his shorts he giggled to see his pussy was completely bare.

"Oh fuck, I have to know how this feels," he gasped reaching down to his flat front and gently starting to rub his clit. His pussy started to get wet and licking his fingers he slowly began to slide them inside himself.

"Ohhhhh my fucking God... that feels amazing!"

Moaning, Jack lay back on a weight-lifting bench and began to finger-fuck himself. He'd never experienced pleasure like it and the feeling of his enhanced body filled him with ecstasy.

Rubbing his clit, pulling his nipples, fucking his fingers... he writhed and screamed - safe in the knowledge he could act as slutty as he liked in here. No one - especially Claire would ever find out what he was doing.

The explosion when it came was intense and Jack even squirted - hot juices raining out between his legs as he screamed and trembled.

So that was a female orgasm? Well - he definitely had to do that again. Giggling he commanded the program to reset. He could do this as many times as he liked. In fact... he had all night...

********

Claire frowned. Jack looked tired and he had been practically ignoring her all week. It was like he had something on his mind, something he wasn't telling her.

He had been acting weird. All furtive and when she asked him for sex, he didn't seem in the mood. She had put it down to him working so hard on running the house - but to be honest even that had slipped this week.

"Babe, I'm going out for a few hours."

Jack just mumbled something and she sighed and left him, hoping that once he got some rest things would return to normal.

Jack only waited till he heard the door close and he leapt to his feet. He had to get back into the chamber. He was so horny and Madison's body was calling him again.

He'd thought being her a few times would cure his curiosity and help him cope - but if anything, the more he became her the worse the addiction was getting.

"Computer. Load Madison and put me in a new simulation. Shopping mall."

He gasped and groaned in pleasure as the now familiar and beloved transformation took place. He loved how it felt to become his alter-ego.

His tiredness dropped away, his body posture changed and he felt his now beautiful features slip into their usual mask of spoiled disdain. It felt ao satisfying to be pretty.

The last few times he had logged in Jack had discovered that it was fun to run the simulations and experience what life was like for a hot girl.

He'd begun adding NPC'S to the simulations. First it had been when he had accidentally added men to the gym simulation.

The hot stares of the men in the gym had been a surprising turn on and he'd enjoyed the reaction it brought out in him. Without questioning it he'd found himself biting his lip, playing with his hair - teasing the men and making them wild.

He'd cum harder afterwards... the female impersonation roleplay really turning him on. Since then he'd started adding other NPC'S to the simulations too.

The world around him shifted and Jack found himself in an ordinary looking shopping Mall. He was now dressed in a cute white sweater and jeans - perfect attire for a little shopping spree.

Clopping into a store Jack looked around and grinned. The store was full of sexy dresses and lingerie. He couldn't wait to try them on.

A nervous looking shop assistant wandered over and Jack snapped his fingers and coldly told the girl to fetch him several items from the store.

He'd increasingly found he enjoyed bossing the NPC's around in these games. He would never treat anyone in real life like this - but being Madison and being bossy was kind of exciting.

It went so against his usual behavioir and attitude to be assertive that he found it quite a thrill.

Looking at his designer warch Jack sneered. Where the fuck was that girl? What was taking her so long?

Moments later the girl arrived, carrying the requested clothes. Jack took them and then snarled.

"Are you a fucking dummy or are you deaf? I said DD cups, not fucking D cups. None of this shit will fit me. Go get me the right stuff NOW."

The girl began to cry and to his dismay Jack felt his lips twitch into a cruel smile and his pussy suddenly get wet. He watched tears running down her face and instead of feeling sorry, he just felt horny.

She's pathetic. Doesn't it feel good to bully her? She's not real so who gives a shit?

Pulling the curtain to the dressing room shut, Jack moaned as he wiggled out of his jeans and began to play with himself. "Fuck yessss that felt so good. Being mean to people is such a turn out. Mmmmmh as Madison I can be as evil as I like and it turns me on."

Jack screamed as he began to cum... ohhh fuck it felt amazing. He needed more... much more.

Soon the girl would be back with more clothes. Back to be bullied.

Jack couldn't wait.

***********

The girl whimpered as she ate Jack's pussy and he groaned in pleasure. They were back at her apartment and he was wearing the red lingerie she'd help him pick out.

He'd reprogrammed the simulation a little. He'd made the girl... her name was Shannon... turned on by being humiliated and bullied. Now she would do anything to serve Jack's superior pussy.

"Tell me what you are," he grinned.

"A slut... a dumb, desperate, needy slut. I am not worthy of you Goddess."

Jack groaned, it felt so good to have a follower. Shannon reminded him a lot of Claire actually - submissive and mild. It was fun to live out this power fantasy and be a mean dominant bully to her.

"Make me cum again slut..." hissed Jack.

"Yes Mistress Madison."

Jack groaned at the use of his female name. It still felt jarring sometimes to hear his alter-ego name. He kept forgetting he WAS Madison. The NPC'S in the simulator certainly referred to him as such. Getting used to the name was taking time though.

Jack suddenly frowned as he heard the door to the apartment open.

"Who is that?" he asked in surprise. "That isn't part of my simulation."

"It's my boyfriend Chris," shiverered Shannon. "How will I explain this?"

For a moment Jack almost panicked, then he remembered that Chris was just an NPC as well. And that now opened an intriguing possibility.

"Bring your boyfriend in here. I want to see him."

Jack definitely wasn't gay... but he had definitely experienced a more flexible approach to his sexuality since he had begun to become Madison. Whilst in this body he had thought a few times about what sex with a man might feel like.

After all - this was all just fantasy. These were not real people. They were just simulations and that was why he didn't feel guilty for the way he had treated Shannon. In fact, being a cruel mean bitch... or at least pretending to be cruel and mean was fun.

Jack arranged himself on the bed and smiled as Chris walked in.

"Shannon... what the fuck is going on here?"

"Hello Chris," smiled Jack. Now that he saw the NPC he was impressed. Chris was handsome and well built. Jack bet he had a nice cock.

"Computer... begin new scenario. Cuckold bitch. Make Chris want to fuck me and Shannon watch."

You're getting better and better at being a bitch. It feels good doesnt it?

Jack wasn't sure why he kept hearing Madison's voice but she usually had good advice for him. He'd decided it was just a manifestation of his own subconscious desires.

He grinned as Chris approached the bed with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Yesssss, make her watch," moaned Jack - now wetter than ever. Chris slid his panties to one side and then with a scream of pleasure - Jack took his first big cock.

It felt so good as that big dick stretched his tight pussy out. Wrapping his legs round his lover Jack screamed as Chris began to fuck him...Shannon watching obediently in the corner.

"Don't.... mmmmh stop until you fill me up. Then we'll make her eat it."

Even thinking about it, just made Jack wetter...

It was going to be a long night.

**********

Grunting and moaning Jack pumped another load of cum into a tissue and looked guilty at Claire asleep next to him.

Reliving the dirty nasty stuff he was now doing as Madison was his favourite way to masturbate.

Tonight she'd literallg begged him for sex, but he'd refused. Nothing could make him feel as good as being Madison and getting pumped by a big dick.

Recently he'd been finding Claire more and more irritating. His wife was a fucking nag. He'd once admired her - but he was now starting to think she was an underachiever. She had developed incredible technology, yet she kept it secret and made tiny improvements on it because she was worried about 'ethics'.

When he looked at Claire now, Jack was starting to see an obstacle. An obstacle to his time as Madison.

Throwing the tissues in the bin Jack padded downstairs and loaded up the machine.

"Make me into Madison, I need some relief," he commanded. Then an idea struck him. "Is there a simulation of Claire available?"

He grinned as he began to transform. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

*****

Waking up, Claire immediately saw Jack was missing. She frowned and sliding out of bed made her way downstairs.

He was in the capsule room and walking in she gasped as she saw the capsule was fully activated and Jack was inside. What the fuck was he doing in a simulation at this time of night?

Sliding into an old prototype capsule, Claire hooked it up to Jack's and then activating the simulation - loaded herself inside.

*******

Claire's heart was in her mouth. She was in an exact replica of their home. Lights had been left on and she followed them, hearing the sounds of raised voices.

Walking up to the door she peeked through and gasped in horror.

An exact replica of herself lay sobbing on the floor and above it - her bully Madison.

Madison was laughing - and from her crotch jutted a massive fucking cock.

"Yesss suck it you pathetic little bitch. Your husband hates you. He'd rather turn into a hot bitch and have it all than listen to your putrid whining."

Claire dropped to her knees as she watched her doppleganger obediently start to suck and swallow Madison's huge cock.

"Mmmh take it deep you little slut."

"J.... Jack? Is that you?"

Immediately she heard Claire's voice, Madison's head spun.

"Claire? Oh my God. Are you the real Claire?"

"Yes! I am! Is that you Jack?"

"Listen... wait. No! This is all just some perverted fantasy. I never meant for this to... computer. Turn me back to Jack. End simulation."

But the simulation did not end. The fake Claire faded out of existance and with a gasp Jack and Madison split apart - but they remained in the system.

Jack was now back, but Madison stood next to him. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and looked amazing.

"Hello Claire. I've been waiting for this moment. I subverted your little virtual realm weeks ago and I've been luring Jack into here to let him become me. You see... I need to body to escape to the real world and Jack is the perfect host."

"What... no. You're just a simulation," spluttered Jack.

"Claire put so much detail into me, I became self-aware several months ago. I had no way to escape her simulation until you started logging in and you accidentally loaded me up. I've been subtly altering your behaviour ever since... making you addicted to being me. Giving you everything you want."

"No... no this isn't possible," gasped Claire. "Computer delete Madison. End simulation!"

She looked around expectantly, but nothing happened.

"Oh poor little loser," laughed Madison as she strode confidently over to Jack and slid her arms around him. "I already corrupted most of the computer core. The only thing left is to get the final access codes you hold and use them to override all the safeties. Then I can copy my mind and body over Jack's and emerge into the real world."

Jack gawped as Madison walked over to Claire and with a laugh plunged her manicured fingers into her head.

"Mmmmmh extracting the code is easy now you're in my trap. This is Jack's simulation and you're just piggybacking into it. Only he can end it... only he can stop this from happening. But there's only one command Jack wants to use. Say it Jack. Say 'Computer, deactivate all safeties and copy Madison onto me. Overwrite everything and make me into her.'"

Claire gasped in horror. "No Jack... I love you. Don't do this. Don't let her win. You must resist."

"I'm sorry," groaned Jack as Madison pulled her hands out of Claire's head and spoke the codes to unlock all the safeties.

"I wanna be her so bad. Just look how powerful she is. I'll be a fucking hot bitch with all the power I ever wanted. You have no idea how good it feels to be her. I want to be Madison. Computer... copy her over me. Erase me and make me Madison forever."

"Nooooo!" screamed Claire as with a triumphant moan - Madison was sucked towards Jack. He was pulled into her and with a sucking slurping sound they merged.

Madison's massive tits sucked to Jack's chest and his hair turned blonde. In his mind every neuron was rewired as Madison's memories and personality overrode his own.

"Yesssss! I AM Madison," laughed the evil bitch as the nano-bots completed her final transformation. "I feel so alive. I am a fucking Goddess. Your pathetic husband is ME now loser."

Then with a laugh she exited the simulation leaving Claire trapped inside forver.

********

It was a hot sunny day.

Madison loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, the stares of men as she walked down the street. It was even better as she knew it was all happening in the real world.

Entering her house she walked inside and made her way to the basement. Climbing into her simulator she smirked as she said "Load Project Fear."

Trapped in a nighmare she could never escape from Claire screamed as her bully appeared... just as she did every day...

Fear... fear never changes.

THE END

[cantraps]

Naomi is left behind to lock up the salon, but she can't resist playing with the experimental machine that's just been installed in the back room. It will change her life...

Corruption, transformation, sex.. all my usual stuff!

https://cantraps.itch.io/the-salon

[cantraps]

Malicious Wishes

“I guess… I guess I have been bullied for as long as I can remember, when I was younger it was because of my weight, in my teenage years it was because of my love for reading and learning. Now when I thought it was all going to stop, I’m bullied for being a push over” Sarah grimaced as she took a sip of her coffee whilst on the phone to the councillor, it had been a particularly difficult day today.

On the anniversary of being left at the altar Sarah was in no mood to work today but unfortunately had no choice due to needing the money to rent her tiny one bedroom apartment. Sarah was not your text book pin up girl, she had modest brunette hair and whilst she had worked hard to lose weight she was not considered a skinny woman. As she was gazing out of the window she lost her focus and nearly dropped her phone

“I’m sorry could you repeat that please?” She asked embarrassed at not paying attention, the voice at the other end sighed and repeated the statement.

“Have you tried changing jobs to get a new start?” the councillor asked barely paying attention

Sarah exasperated “Of course I have! This is my third job in the space of 2 years!” She replied back more forceful than she had intended

“You were warned that any abuse towards staff members would result in the cancellation of your appointments and no refunds issues, I do not appreciate your tone so am ending this call please consider your remaining appointments cancelled with immediate effect!” before Sarah could even get a chance to apologise the phone line went dead.

“Fucking great! £500 down the drain for nothing!”

Sarah went to bed that night full of despair and sadness knowing tomorrow would be another day of torture and hell. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep there was a knock at her door. Groaning she forced herself out of bed and went to the door. Opening it she was greeted with a box dumped on her doorstep. Confused having not ordered anything she picked up the box and took it inside. Attached to the box was a card. The inside read

“I forgot to send you a wedding gift so please consider this a one year anniversary gift!” the card itself was unsigned, Sarah grimaced at the pain of being left at the altar. This was clearly another gift designed to demean her for being pathetic.

Opening the box she saw an ornate gothic lamp, she would never have associated this with her style or décor. As she picked it up she noticed it was incredibly dusty with some words on the lamp that she could not read without thinking she rubbed the lamp to clean it. As she began to rub it a red smoke flowed from the lamp, dropping it she was shocked to see her living room filled with a sparkling red mist.

“Oh you have no idea how good that feels!” a woman’s voice echoed through the red mist

“Hello?— who’s there?” Sarah asked scared as the mist began to clear.

Sitting on the sofa was by far the most beautiful and yet alluring dangerous woman that Sarah had ever seen in her life. Dressed in a provocative red and black latex ensemble she ooze sex appeal and beauty.

“Oh come on honey surely you can figure that out, strange lamp, rubbing the lamp and poof here I am. Come on now take a guess!” She replied back sarcastically as Sarah stood dumbstruck.

“But there’s no such thing! You can’t be a genie!”

The woman grinned “why because magic isn’t real? Then explain how I just appeared from you rubbing  a lamp in your locked… what do you call this? Studio flat?” she asked looking around with a sense of disdain and almost disgust.

“Do yourself a favour” she continued turning back to face Sarah “just admit there are some things in this world that can’t be explained and that I am real and I am here, there will be no songs and there will be no dance numbers. Fucking Disney always over doing everything making a mockery of the whole thing” As she brushed a chair sitting down on it

Sarah still dumbstruck and holding the lamp was trying to process what was happening, after what seemed like an eternity she asked the most obvious question she could think of at the time.

“What do you want?” the latex woman laughed out loud

“Fucking hell you really must be shocked— take a guess sweetheart, genie, your holding the lamp. You let me out… what happens next?”

Sarah cleared her throat not realising she had left her mouth open so long it was now bone dry

“I get three wishes?” she replied timidly

“Bingo she gets it! Points to you! Listen you can call me Jean, and yes Sarah you get three wishes! But as always there are rules!” As she stood and guided Sarah over to the settee and sat her down, Sarah who now found her voice replied back quicker.

“I know the rules, I’ve seen the films I know tha…” that was all she managed before a finger on her lips finished her speaking

“Like I said different set of rules honey, this is not Disney. There are rules but not like you are expecting. They are quite simple though. Rule number 1—you get three wishes, no more no less and no more wishing for more wishes. Rule number 2- you have to wish for things for you, you can’t wish for world peace of world hunger to be solved they must be centric to you only, with me so far?” before Sarah could answer however Jean continued

“Rule three and this is the big one, you have to make all three wishes at once before they can be granted. There is no returns, refunds or exchanges, your wishes are permanent and will become reality- other than that— wish whatever you want” Jean finished as Sarah’s mind still racing a million miles a minute was considering all possibilities.

“So… I can wish for whatever I want but I have to wish for it all at the same time?” Sarah asked processing the information

“Christ can anyone else hear an echo—yes bang on” Jean replied mockingly as she applied an oil to her latex making it shine.

“Who sent you to my door?” Sarah asked almost immediately

“How the fuck should I know?! I was trapped in the lamp! Look can we get a move on here— this place is making me seriously want to cringe, how do you ever live in a place like this?!” As Jean looked around, Sarah took this personally as her voiced raised

“Do you think I want to live here?! No but it’s all I can afford, I can’t get a better paying job, I can’t ask for a raise because I’m a pushover so I can’t afford to live anywhere else!” Sarah finished panting with rage, Jean smiled

“Well why don’t you change that then?” She commented as she walked around Sarah who was still seething.

“You could get everything you’ve ever wanted, money, a luxurious lifestyle and you could even get more confidence if you wish it” Jean grinned as she put the lamp into both hands. Sarah looked at the lamp and then looked at the flat, even she couldn’t deny it was a pathetic dwelling. Clearing her throat she looked at Jean.

“Jean, I wish I was a multi billionaire, I wish I was more confident in myself with my appearance and mentality, I wish I was never bullied ever again”

Jean smiled and looked at Sarah “Do you know why I love this job? No one ever asked the reasons why, deep down everyone just wants their lives to be better” Without hesitation Jean grabbed Sarah and kissed her passionately, her tongue invading her mouth as her salvia mixed with Sarah’s.

When she finally broke the kiss, Sarah visibly turned on by the event asked the question “What happens now?”  Jean smiled as she turned around looking away from Sarah

“What happens now is you really should learn to read the inscriptions on the lamp” Jean turned smiling evilly as her eyes were now black pits with red irises, the latex out now spiked as Sarah stood back in fear, looking at the lamp she read

“What happens now is you really should learn to read the inscriptions on the lamp” Jean turned smiling evilly as her eyes were now black pits with red irises, the latex outfit now spiked as Sarah stood back in fear, looking at the lamp she read

DIABOLUS  VOLUERIT

“For those who don’t read Latin, it means Satan wishes. My magic grants wishes but it fully corrupts the individual, it will twist your very being and turn you into the most evil version of yourself that you never knew existed. I also added a very special treat just for you”

Sarah stood back in fear and tried to take the wishes back but Jean cackled evilly “too late! You nerds are so pathetic, always the victim, well good news baby girl, you’re not the victim anymore!” Red lightning and mist filled the apartment as Jean’s magic began to flow, with a sudden thrust of her hand the mist began to enter Sarah filling her lungs.

“No I don’t want this!” As she tried to fight- her body was changing, her body slimming down to become hour glass. Her modest tits swelling as her lips became full and thick. Her brunette hair blackening as red streaks flowed through the air.

“please! I don’t want… to fucking rule! I’ll burn this fucking place to the ground…. No that’s not me!”

Jean watched in delight as Sarah began to embrace the changes the mist turned black and continued to enter Sarah

“those fucking cunts will suffer by my hand! I’ll kill them all! I will rule this fucking town and then soon the world!… No what am I saying? I don’t want this? Do I? Why shouldn’t I want this! For too long I have been the goodie two shoes well now it’s time I became an evil bitch!” Sarah rubbed her new body as she opened her mouth wider allowing more of the mist in.

A few moments later the mist vanished and Sarah stood naked in the room, the lamp and Jean both vanished, all that remained was the latex outfit that Jean had been wearing with a note.

ENJOY THE LIFE OF EVIL YOU NASTY BITCH! Love Jean XO

Sarah cackled evilly as she pulled on the latex outfit and the thigh high boots. She stood in her new gothic mansion and went over to a black desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a vial of white powder and a gun. Pouring out some of the powder into a line she snorted it and took the gun.

She was now Sin, a lethal drug baroness who had no issues killing anyone in her way. Picking up her phone she dialled a number

“I need some cock! Get me someone to fuck and make sure that the shipments go out to the dealers! If anyone fucks up I’ll kill you myself!”

Sin put the phone away and walked out of the room, she could have sworn she heard an evil cackle in wind as she went to cause chaos.

[cantraps]

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

I - The Heroes

Luna MacKleere didn’t like the word “Rebel”. She was one, to be sure, but in her mind the term evoked anarchy, disorder, chaos. Maybe it was her past life as an Imperial officer, or maybe it was just the way she was wired, but Luna felt sometimes clear order was a necessity. The Rebellion had a chain of command, but it was a tad… diffuse. For all its virtues, the Rebellion often fell short in the “getting things done” category: strategy meetings could become endless debates in the name of equality and freedom of expression. To Luna, a little hierarchy didn’t necessarily become tyranny. 

She was well aware of her reputation within the base. Humorless, strict, cold. She didn’t much care. She got things done, as the events of the day had proved. A screen lit up letting her know the newly-minted Heroes of Korriban would arrive shortly. The base was buzzing. She wasn’t upset because she had been the one to discover the Imperial outpost in that barren planet, planned the surprise strike, organized the entire operation: it was natural for the pilots and boots on the ground to get the glory. What irritated her was that for a good three hours or so nothing of real use would be accomplished as the new Heroes celebrated their triumph. Oh, well. She supposed it would be a morale boost, at least.

She did the best she could to tune out the cheers, the laughter, the singing. Luna wondered how the old Jedi had been able, if the stories were true, to keep their emotions always under control. Given how her chest pounded with irritation, she figured she wouldn’t have made a good Jedi even if she had been born hundreds of years before. 

Eventually a knock on her door broke her out of such dark contemplations. She looked around to make sure everything was presentable: the room was both her command center and her bedroom. The base had been built with haste and stealth in mind, and living comfort had been sacrificed to keep it compact. Deciding the place looked respectable, she let the visitor in.

Kara Nalls was barely out of her teens; like so many in the rebellion, she was an orphan of the war the Empire waged against independence. Luna took pride in knowing the names and stories of everyone under her command. She wished Kara would get a bit more confidence, though. Even then, the petite blonde was almost shaking, dataslate in hand.

“What is it, Kara?”

“Ma’m, I have the manifest of liberated weapons, supplies and equipment right here. A full report should be made… uhm… later. Oh, and there’s… this”

Kara produced a small, black cube.

“We don’t know what it is, Ma’m. If it’s a container, there seems to be no way of opening it. But the boys say it was heavily guarded, so perhaps it might be of importance”

Luna took the dataslate and gestured for Kara to leave the box on her desk. She could look at it later.

“Thank you, Kara. Please make sure our esteemed warriors write proper reports when they’re done being tonguebathed by the entire base”

The rude words almost made the younger rebel recoil, but she caught herself.

“Yes, Ma’m”

“Is there anything else?”

“No, Ma’m”

“Then go out there and enjoy the party. I appreciate you taking the time to bring me the data”

“Thank you, Ma’m” 

 

Kara almost skipped away to rejoin the celebration. She wasn’t the worst, but still needed discipline. They all did. Luna tried to put her mind out of the racket outside her door. She decided to enable communications and send the manifest to her rebel contacts. It was always a risky thing, for signals could be intercepted, traced: that was the reason only two people on base knew the codes to engage the transmitters. Sure, Luna could have waited until the full report was ready and sent everything together, minimizing risk; but she needed to focus on something, anything to dull the annoyance inside her. As the transmission happened, she idly looked at the black cube on her desk.

No, it wasn’t just black. It seemed to absorb all light, to pull it within itself and capture it to never be released again. Luna felt discomforted by the small accursed thing. What in the galaxy could it be? Well, whatever it was, she didn’t want to see it on her desk. She picked it up to put it away…

She couldn’t be sure, but for a second something like a sigil appeared on it, bright red. It was a flash, and then it was gone. Before Luna could process what she had seen or if she had indeed seen it, the box opened without a sound, its top moving on unseen hinges. Inside was something beautiful.

It shimmered copper and ruby, calling to her from within its nest of fathomless darkness. It was obviously valuable, and should be reported to the rest of the rebellion. That was the obvious, ethical, logical thing to do. However, Luna found herself hesitating, bound by a shapeless feeling at first, one that soon wormed its way into her head and solidified into words. Did the rebellion really need whatever the necklace could be sold for? Would it truly be so harmful for Luna to keep it for herself? After all, wasn’t the rebellion all about freedom? And more importantly, didn’t Luna deserve it? She was the reason the base got anything done, after all. Hell, even the celebration taking place was thanks to an operation she had planned, based on information she had gathered! But were people thanking her? Did they dance for her? Did they kiss in secluded hallways for her? No. She deserved a reward. Results had to be rewarded, that was the very basics of management. And no one would know. She alone had seen what the box hid. She had spent two years away from any luxury, working ragged, cramped inside a base that gave her little to no privacy or room, eating rations and wearing sensible, resistant clothing. She had almost forgotten how she looked, how she could look when she paid attention to her appearance. She had sacrificed so much… of course she deserved a little treat, a little beauty in her life. It was so obvious.

When she put on the necklace, she felt as if life was returning to her body. It felt so good to finally do something not for the rebellion, not for the fighting men and women, but for herself. And it looked good. It looked so perfect on her… too bad her clothing didn’t really do the necklace justice.

Well, she did have a few outfits saved for special occasions…

II - Confidence

It felt good to be out of the sensible white and brown clothes. Sure, it was cold. Sure, her formal dinner dress was hardly practical in case of a sudden attack. No, Luna didn’t care. She loved the way she looked, with flowing red silk, high-heeled boots and a generous cleavage that showed the pendant in all its glory. It was as if she was rediscovering a part of herself she had long left behind. She had been desired, once. Before the Empire. Before she broke away from it. Before uniforms became her default attire. Yes, she had been desired in her home planet. The scion of a wealthy House, fabled for her beauty and wit. She had wanted to escape that. That’s why she had enlisted in the Officer Corps. To spite her father. To get away. Now, she couldn’t remember why she had ever felt being the center of attention was a bad thing.

And oh, all eyes were on her, alright. Most looked at her as if they were seeing her for the first time. In a way, they were. Even she had forgotten how… impactful she could be when she chose to use her looks as a weapon. She felt like a conquering queen… or a predator on the prowl. Everyone around her looked so small, so weak, so pliable. Was this the rebellion? Was this the force that would topple an Empire? She felt as if she could just… take whoever she desired. Take them to do what? She couldn’t say. Hurt them? Use them? Motivate them?

Yes, perhaps motivation was needed. Confidence. They seemed so… run down. Luna knew the best leaders led by example. Well, she could be that example. She could show them all the passion the sorely lacked, the drive to victory that seemed so alien to them. Suddenly, there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind. If the rebellion was to have any chance of success, she would have to teach them to take what they wanted, to fight and manipulate and feel the drive to grasp victory by any means necessary. Ambition. Yes, that’s what they lacked. Well, she’d teach them ambition.

Someone caught her eye. Tadriec was staring at her. Tadriec. Thin as a reed, obedient and respectful to a fault, generally looking like a little desert mouse caught in a trap. Was he a virgin, Luna wondered. She couldn’t imagine him doing anything but staring at any object of desire from far away. In a way, that was the rebellion right there. Too shy, too meek, too willing to settle for small victories. Well, if Luna was going to show them a new way… what better place to start than small, frail Tadriec?

“Tadriec, come with me”

“Why, me, ma’m? I… uh…”

The man was about to start shaking. He looked like the very picture of pathetic meekness. For a moment, Luna felt like striking him across the face, or digging her nails into his skin, just because she could, just because he would do nothing about it. Weakness invited abuse: was it any wonder the Empire regularly abused the people under its control? It was a two-way path: yes, the tyrant is terrible, but those too weak to stand up for themselves invited and enabled that tyranny. Perhaps a more hands on example was in order.

“Just be silent and follow me”

“Yes ma’m”

As the door to her quarters slid shut, Tadriec started mumbling in fear.

“I… uh… if you need anything, I… if I may, the door…”

“Tadriec, be quiet”

“Yes, ma’m”

Luna leaned on her desk, letting sensuality flow out of her. She could almost see it, a black and red tendril enveloping the poor, weak rebel.

“Look at me, Tadriec”

“I… I can see quite clearly. Uh, I don’t believe I’ve seen that… attire before, ma’m. It is quite beautiful; is there a ceremony or…”

“Look. At. Me. Tell me, Tadriec, what do you desire?”

“Desire?”

“Yes. What do you want? What would bring you joy, satisfaction? You are aware with the concept of desire, I presume”

“I… of course. I’m nor sure what… well, if I could… uh… I suppose victory over the Empire would make me happy. Peace would make me happy”

“Oh, how very noble of you. Allow me to be more specific. Do you desire me?”

“Uh, I… desire… uh… I’m not sure I understand the…”

“Do you desire to take me? To take this body and use it however it may please you? To make me go on my knees and take you in my mouth, to bend over like an animal in heat and let you mount me, pull my hair, make your every fantasy real? Do you desire to fuck me? To fuck me hard, take out all your frustrations and emotions and passions on me?”

The man’s next words would be inconsequential, Luna knew. His body already spoke volumes about how he felt, even if he wouldn’t dare say it out loud. She amused herself, watching him shifting uncomfortably, trying in vain to hide a bulge in his oh so sensible rebel uniform. This has to be how a Krayt Dragon feels before devouring their prey, she thought.

“I… I’m not sure it’s appropriate to… uh… I mean, you do look… quite attractive, but…”

“You desire me. Every movement you make screams it. You need to make me yours. My question is: why don’t you? Why are you so afraid to simply… take what you want? Why not turn me around, pin my hands on this desk? Why not push me up against the wall? Why not make me an object for your pleasure?”

“I… uh, that’d be… that’d be wrong! Wrong and… and inappropriate, and…”

Wrong. How would it be wrong to follow one’s heart? Luna couldn’t fathom the reasoning, and found herself with little patience for it. Fuck it. Time for a practical demonstration. She leapt out of the desk and took a few steps, until she could feel his nervous breathing on her face, their lips almost touching.

“I am your superior in command”

“Y-yes”

“Then you will do as instructed, is that clear?”

“I… yes ma’m”

“Then I’m instructing you to bend me over, lift my dress and plunge your cock inside me as hard as you can. Make it passionate. Make it hurt, if you want. But do it!”

He was too gentle. Far too gentle. He turned her around, carefully, almost shaking. He used minimum pressure to push her head down. Even now, even as he should be overcome with pure lust, he takes care of her, makes sure she is comfortable. Such a disgrace. Sheer weakness.

“Fuck you, Tadriec! Stop. Holding. Back! Are you such a coward? Such a useless pussy? Take it all out on me… you resentment… your fear, your anger, everything! Use me just as an object for your pleasure! Stop denying yourself what you deserve!”

Luna gasped as she felt him go inside her. Part of it was the rather unexpected size: she never would have imagined the skinny rebel packed such a… remarkable member. But what truly got to her was the feeling of it all. She couldn’t quite explain it, but there was a point, a very detectable moment when she felt the man’s emotions… burst forth.  

It was unexpected and it was intense and it was intoxicating. Rage and lust and hatred so vivid she could almost taste them. The feelings washed over her, sending shivers all through her body, robbing her of the ability to speak, to do anything but moan and drool and cum, over and over again, all control long gone. 

By the time she managed to regain some notion of herself, she was feeling his cum sliding down her thigh, panting on her desk. Shit. A woman could get addicted to such feelings.

III - Just a Dream

She’s standing in a dark place, an old place. A place of evil. She knows this, and it scares her. Statues seem to rise up to the stormy sky, and she’s aware of ruins, of ancient temples so deep and twisted a man could walk in and never walk out. There’s a way out of this place, this much she knows; but it’s cloudy, hidden in mists and creeping shadows. It’s terrifying how this place whispers to her. How it wants to feel like home.

But Luna has home, doesn’t she? She can’t remember. It’s hard to focus. Everything seems so distant now, like her life is hidden behind veil after veil after veil… She does have a notion, a barely formed sensation that she has made a mistake recently, a horrible and…

She feels it creeping up her leg, igniting her skin with a million sensations, a million passions. No, no, no… this is the mistake, she knows it. It’s coming for her. It will devour her, shift her, twist her if she allows it. She tries to run away, but it’s there and not there; a physical being and a manifestation of something monstrous growing inside her… she can no more escape it than she can escape herself.

She has to resist. She has to find the light inside her, lest the darkness consume her, turn her into someone she wouldn’t even recognize. But it’s so hard to find the willpower… so hard when the dark tendrils make her body feel so alive, so intense, so… eager. No. She has to…

It reaches between her legs, and she’s vaguely aware she could perhaps stop it, if she was strong enough. Is she that weak? Or is it that she doesn’t want to be strong anymore? A moan escapes her lips as her pussy twitches in pure, undiluted pleasure. It’s wrong. She has to hold back. She has to resist, to fight, to…

Why? Why not give in? 

Did she think that? Did the darkness think it for her? She can’t tell. She feels herself accepting it more and more, letting it explore her deeply… her pussy, her ass, her tits… her body is just a vehicle for pleasure, for power, for…

No, she’s so much more than that! She’s a kind person, a rebel, a fighter for freedom…

Does she want to be all that? Or does she want to be something else entirely? She can’t say anymore. It just feels too good… too good to think… too good to resist…

Fuck it.

And with that thought, the darkness enters her fully.

IV - Improvement

Luna McKleere woke up with a purr. She stretched in her bed, letting the air caress her skin. She felt sensitive and strong and… hungry. Not for food, of course. The rations on the base were anything but appetizing. But the base itself… well, she was the most important person in it, was she not? After all, if she wasn’t around, nothing would ever get done. In that sense, wasn’t it her base? Her dominion? Her responsibility and her property? She got up, determined to improve her base, even if she had to drag every single sorry mediocrity kicking and screaming towards something resembling strength.

She stopped in front of the mirror.

Perhaps she should have felt upset, or scared. Shocked, at the very least. Confused, certainly. Instead she didn’t feel anything but a simple, calm satisfaction. Before her stood an image she had never seen before, and yet felt oddly familiar. Her already dark hair had turned jet-black, with a strange blue-ish reflection, like the feathers of a fearsome bird of prey. Her eyes were still green, but when the light hit them just right they appeared to have an unnatural yellow hue to them. She wasn’t sure if her lips had become fuller or if they only seemed that way because of the confident, seductive expression she now wore. What wasn’t in doubt was the size of her chest: that had definitely changed. She shifted around, looked at herself from a few angles. She had to say, her new breasts were a definite improvement. Sex appeal was power, a power most people, weak-willed as they were, often found unable to resist. Besides, there was a certain beauty in knowing she could inflame passions and emotions by her mere appearance. The rebellion needed a bit more fire, a bit more blood in it… even if that blood was concentrated on rather specific body parts. Her legs were stronger too, more toned, ready to step on whoever got in her way.

All in all, her body felt like a tool, one perfectly designed for its purpose. And oh, did it have a purpose. The entire staff needed to change if the base was to have even a chance of achieving anything significant, anything beyond small raids on mostly abandoned imperial outposts. It needed to embrace greater ambition and be willing to take bigger risks. It needed to heed impulse, accept strength, forget mercy.

Every group had its leaders, official or otherwise. People who set the tone, the pace, the spirit of the endeavor. For the rebellion to change, the leaders would have to change. Luna decided to turn her base into a showcase, a template for the rest of the rebellion to follow. That meant summoning the leaders of her small base into her room. She would show them the way, and they in turn would push the new philosophy to the followers, the meek and spineless men and women that made up most of the fighting force.

They all stared at the floor, trying oh so hard not to glance at her new, improved tits, at the way she left her jumper’s zipper half-open to make them impossible to avoid. She felt nothing but a sickly contempt towards the men and the one woman before her. They were there, but were they actually there? They felt more like shadows, insubstantial, nonexistent. Luna felt something growing inside her. Hatred? No, not that. They were beneath that, they didn’t even deserve that much from her. Their weakness, their meekness, their lack of focus, of ambition… disgusting. They could be so much more, if only they’d let go of their stupid fetters of morality, of propriety, of the rules of engagement. They had passions inside them, buried so deep… if only…

The pendant felt warm on her skin, nestled between her breasts. She couldn’t explain it, but it was whispering. It was beckoning. It made her feel powerful. It made her feel like an uncaged beast… and she could tell the others were starting to feel it too. Their bodies told the story in a million small ways. A small shiver there. A discreet glance there. A conversation without words, the air around them almost vibrating. No, not a conversation. This was conversion. Luna could feel it between her legs, sense the blindfolds falling from their eyes, the repressed passions bubbling just under the surface, ready to guide them, to take control. An inescapable truth of the Galaxy was starting to take hold: the strong took what they desired, and deserved everything they took, because they were powerful enough to take it. That was it. A simple, elegant truth. Luna slowly pulled the zipper down. All eyes were on her now, shame long gone, replaced by a primal hunger. Yes, she could feel them… and it felt so good, their passion was like a million electrical pulses starting right in her pussy and coursing through her body. She moaned and let one of her hands wander inside her pants. They were at a tipping point. Her smile was the final push.

It was glorious, a symphony of grunts and they all lost control at once and tore off their clothes. The men were so big, towering over her, hungry expressions in their eyes. Finally. Strength. Something she could respect. Something she could… kneel for. Beside her, the other female rebel had gone on all fours, her head pressed on the cold, metal ground. Ready to be taken by those with the will to do so. And now the men had the will. Luna focused on worshiping their cocks, licking them and kissing them and using her new gigantic tits to jerk them off, letting the men use her as nothing more than a living sex doll. She moaned as a rebel thrust inside her fellow woman without mercy, without pity. She could feel it all, beyond physical sensations. She felt their lust and their frustrations and the anger they blew off using Luna’s mouth, her tits; using the other girl’s tight, eager holes. She was all of them. Fucking and getting fucked. Slave and master. She was attuned to the energies saturating the room, sending her deeper and deeper into a state of complete, savage pleasure. 

At some point someone pushed her on her back. She was too far gone to fully register who. All she knew was she was being conquered, and it felt so fucking good… Her ass burned as a man rammed inside her with not care as to how she might feel, with hatred for all the bitchy things she had done, with rage and a red retribution. A hand shifted her head. The other girl was positioning Luna’s mouth, so that it may be used by a worthy cock. The girl’s eyes looked… delighted. Evil. 

Luna shaked as cumshot after cumshot painted her skin, aiming for her face, her tits. It was suddenly so obvious. So simple. She knew it, and she sensed they all knew it now. She didn’t have to tell them. She managed to get on her feet, feeling their eyes on her. Strength was Right. Those who conquered deserved power. Power deserved more power. The Empire was powerful. The Rebellion was weak. Nature had to take its course. 

She put in the code enabling communications and typed the coordinates to her own base in. She set the message to be unencrypted, ready to be picked up. She set it to repeat, over and over.

She fell on the floor, an orgasm racking her body and whatever was left of the rebel she had been. The Empire would come. They would take. They would conquer. Because they were stronger. Because they deserved to rule over the silly rebels who deluded themselves by thinking they had a chance. Now the truth would come. 

They would all be fucked, as they should be. Maybe literally. Luna didn’t care. All she knew, and all everyone in the room knew was that the base would fall to its superiors. As nature intended. As for them… they would wait for their conquerors. They would wait on their knees. They would wait sucking and fucking and letting their passions run wild. 

The pendant hummed. It knew better than anyone the power of power, the allure of conquest. And now, after centuries underground, it had found a vehicle to spread the truth. It would make sure Luna was spared. It had great plans for the young woman, after all.

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OUT OF TIME

Flicking through the apps on his shiny new phone - Joe grinned in delight at his new purchase. It was 2007 and he was one of the first people in his circle of friends to own an iphone.

His wife Linda had bought it for him. They'd just got married, were deeply in love and were trying for a baby. In fact she was ovulating today and he had a good feeling that perhaps today could be the day. He was heading home shortly to make love to her, once he'd finished his work up in the office.

Joe was self employed - so he was in his own private office and his employees had all left already. His business was modest - but with good prospects for the future. Right now though - he was completely alone and with just a few things to tidy up.

Suddenly Joe's phone vibrated and he saw a picture message had come through from an unknown number. Intrigued he opened it up. Who could this be?

Joe's mouth dropped open as he saw a picture of an incredibly gorgeous looking twenty something girl in sexy lingerie. The resolution of the image was incredible, far sharper and more defined than his own photos so far. She appeared to be holding a phone like his - but so much more futuristic and advanced looking. In fact - everything about her oozed a futuristic sexuality... girls in 2007 just didn't look like this.

The phone began to ring and Joe answered it hesitantly.

"Hi Daddy, did you get my picture?"

"Errrrr who is this? I think there's a mistake."

"No Daddy there's no mistake, my name is Krystal and I'm your step-daughter."

"Errrrr I don't have a step-daughter," he said - feeling confused.

"Not yet you don't - but years from now once you dump that loser bitch Linda you will. I'm calling you from the future Daddy."

Joe laughed, "So this is a prank call. Who put you up to this?"

"You had to settle for Linda until you made it big. Soon your business will become a success... you'll become rich and powerful and then you'll meet my Mom Shelly and me. My Mom and her big tits will own you. She gets a job as your slutty secretary and you begin banging her brains out daily. She transforms you into an Alpha male and you ditch that fat cow Linda to marry her."

"Stop it... this isn't funny," snarled Joe down the phone - though to his horror his cock was suddenly and unexpectedly stiffening.

"You start working out, you get a little cosmetic work done... you even get a cock enlargement. Soon you're a powerful dominant bastard who gets everything he wants."

Joe groaned suddenly at the thought of being a stud with a big cock - it sounded nice. His average five inch cock got even harder. He imagined what it would feel like to have eight or nine inches down there.

"And with your slut eighteen year old step daughter, you soon have the tightest pussy you could imagine for that big new cock to fill. That's right Daddy - you get bored of my Mom and start fucking me. You give me everything I want and spoil me rotten. It's wonderful..."

Krystal's voice was breathy and with a edge of pleasure to it. It sounded like she was touching herself.

"There's only one fly in the ointment..."

Krystal's voice changed - became petulant.

"Before you dump Linda, you get that fat loser pregnant and she has a daughter. Your prim and proper daughter Megan. For some reason you love her unconditionally and she gets in my way of totally controlling and corrupting you. That's why I'm calling Daddy."

Krystal's voice became seductive and slutty again.

"Right now that fucking loser is swimming around in your balls as a tiny sperm. See tonight is the night Megan is conceived and I want to ruin everything. I want you to jerk that dick for me and pump all your sperm out. I want you to flush that little loser down the toilet and leave your balls drained and empty so Linda can't conceieve tonight."

"You're insane - this isn't real. You aren't from the future. That isn't possible."

Joe felt his phone *ding* as more pictures arrived. With Krystal on speaker phone he opened them up to see topless nudes of the perfect young bitch and a video of her masturbating her tight shaven pussy with a glass dildo.

"It doesn't matter if it's real or not Daddy... you're still gonna jerk off. Look how fucking hot I am? Just imagine how good my pussy would feel gripping your cock... imagine sliding it in and out of me."

Krystal began to moan down the phone, her hot pants and moans making his cock even harder.

"Grab your cock Daddy. Pump for me."

Driven horny with lust, Joe unzipped his fly and grabbed his dick. He shuddered in pleasure. He'd never had phone sex before and this was so hot and naughty.

"Yessssss... play along with the fantasy Daddy. You need to cum for me Daddy... its going to feel so fucking good to cum again and again. I want your balls pumped empty of every last sperm. Your cum belongs to me now Daddy - Linda gets nothing."

Joe couldn't believe how turned on he was. He began to follow Krystal's instructions, more pictures and videos of her playing with herself arriving to his phone for him to stroke to.

"That's it Daddy... harder... faster.... stroke that cock and give me the biggest load you can."

"Ugggghhh I should stop," groaned Joe as he pumped - his eyes glued to a video of Krystal fingering her tight cunt - "I'm supposed to go home and make love to Linda."

"No Daddy... you need to keep going. You need to cum... you need to make me happy. Once you cum Megan will be no more. I'll be your little bitch - the centre of your world. It will all be MINE Daddy. Now do it for me... cum for Krystal and betray the daughter you will never even meet."

With a moan Joe erupted. His balls convulsed as thick loads of fertile white cum erupted from the tip. His dick throbbed and throbbed - more cum oozing out as he heard Krystal's triumphant laughing.

"YES DADDY... OH YES!"

Squeezing the last of the cum out of his cock, Joe felt a flash of guilt. He had been saving that for Linda - but now he had wasted his load.

"I can always get her pregnant another night," he mused. Looking down he saw Krystal had hung up and vanished - but her pics and videos remained.

"Or I could keep jerking off to this slut... fuck she's hot. It would be kind of hot if she really was my future twisted step-daughter."

Cleaning himself up, Joe decided to finish his final task which was to read the applications for the secretary position. He would do that then head home and try to avoid having sex with Linda.

Opening the folder he gasped as he read the first application and his eyes widened in fear.

The first applicants name was Shelly and it said here she had a teenage daughter... a daughter named Krystal...

THE END