<<set $patience to 1>><<set $affection -=1>>"Do you think me that pathetic, slave?" You laugh, "That I'd give up control so easily? I think you need to be punished for your insolence. Fuck yourself with it."\n\n"What?"\n\n"You heard me, fuck yourself with it." You repeat.\n\nYou can see the brand begin to sting her as she resists your order. As the pain mounts, she finally gives in, positioning the dildo before her cunt.\n\nShe starts off slow, sliding it weakly into herself. Too slow. Growing impatient, you go towards her, taking its base in your hands. "I think you need a demonstration!"\n\nWithout hesitation, you ram it in, making her gasp. Using it like a piston, you fuck her with fast and hard thrusts, each one eliciting a whimpering moan.\n\n"Look at yourself now, whore." You touch her now-slick cunt and bring a finger of her juices to her lips. "If this is how much you get off on a replica, just imagine what it'll be like to have the real thing."\n\nTo that, she has no answer but a strangled moan.\n\nFucking her with the dildo has made you hard, almost painfully so, with pre-cum dripping from the head of your cock. Wrenching the dildo free with a pop, you growl, "[[I think it's time you did more than pleasure yourself, slave.|Blowjob]]"

You need to hide. Javier may be superstitious, but there's no way that he'll swallow the fact that you've changed your gender overnight. As the knocking grows louder, you search frantically for a place to hide, but find none. There isn't a piece of furniture tall enough to hide behind!\n\n"Sir?" You hear Javier call out, "I'm coming in!"\n\nAs the door begins to creak open, you find yourself wanting more than ever to be invisible. Closing your eyes, you begin to feel a strange sensation race through your body. When you open them, you can see Javier standing before you, but his eyes look straight through you.\n\n"Sir, are you here?" He calls out again, looking around the room. Amazingly, he can't see you. "Huh, guess not."\n\nAnd with that, he leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Once he is gone, the sound of his footsteps growing more distant with each passing second, you drop your spell.\n\nLooking down, you realize that your cunt is dripping wet. Is that the cost of your magic? Arousal? Well, there's no time to wonder about that now.

When you awaken, it is to the sound of voices in the distance. Male voices. "Looks like another one fell for the trap."\n\nLooking up, you see a man with bronzed skin and a hard chiselled body, dressed in nothing but a loincloth. The sight of him alone makes your cunt ache with desire.\n\n"Look at her," the man says, pointing at your crotch, "she's wet already!"\n\nBehind him, his friends laugh, another one saying, "This is almost too easy, Thran. What should we do with her?"\n\nThran approaches you, with lust in his eyes and an obvious bulge at his crotch. "Don't know. But she's mine."\n\n"What? That's not fair, Thran, you had the last two." speaks the smallest of the three.\n\n"Don't worry, Callum, you'll have her once I'm done with her." Thran smirks, "You always do like sloppy seconds."\n\nYou barely resist as the men surround you, as they strip off their loincloths, showing you their huge and hard cocks. \n\nThran is the first to have you, as leader of the pack. Picking you up in his arms, he fucks you mercilessly, using body like a sex toy for his cock. As he thrusts hard and deep inside you, you find yourself moaning from pleasure, pushing back to meet his every thrust. Soon, you feel his body tense as he comes, spurting his seed inside you with a grunt.\n\nVago is second. The man is more thickset than his leader, but shorter and more brutish in appearance. Spreading your legs, he fucks you missionary, harder and rougher than his first. His cock is hardly as big as Thran's, but far longer, hitting you deep in places you never even knew existed. When he comes, it is with a strangled moan, drenching your tits and your face in his seed.\n\nCallum is last, smallest of the bunch in both stature and size. Unlike the others, he doesn't start with fucking. Instead, he plays with your tits, eyeing them with awe and giving each a squeeze that makes you gasp.\n\n"You gonna fuck her or what?" Vago growls, growing impatient.\n\n"I'll fuck her when I fuck her." is Callum's reply.\n\nThen, he moves on to your lips. He touches them first, feeling their lusciousness with his fingers. After that, he kisses you, soft and tender, sending shivers down your spine.\n\nWhen at last the time comes for him to fuck you, there is no resistance as he slides his cock inside you. No pain as he starts thrusting, long and deep. When at last he comes, you come with him, cunt tightening around his cock as he spurts load after load inside you.\n\nExhausted from the gangbang, [[you fall asleep|Brothers' Whore]].

<<set $WhiteRobe to 1>>The white robe offers minimal modesty. Even after wearing it, you feel just as exposed as you were before and an incessant need to cover yourself. Alas, it would seem that modesty is one of the trade-offs of your apprenticeship.\n\nStaring into the mirror though, you cannot help but feel arousal for yourself. If you were still a man, you would not hesitate before screwing the living daylights out of the woman you are now.\n\nBefore you can ponder more about your appearance however, there comes the sound of [[knocking on your bedroom door]].

<p align="right"><b>Stats</b>\n<<if $EricIncubus is 1>><b>Demonic Prowess:</b> <<$prowess>>\n<b>Demonic Lust:</b> <<$desire>><<endif>>\n<<if $EricMaster is 1>><b>Authority:</b> <<$control>>\n<b>Affection:</b> <<$affection>><<endif>>\n<<if $EricWoman is 1>><b>Magical Skill:</b> <<$magic>><<endif>>\n<<endif>></p>\n\nCurrent Plans:\n\nMagical Craftsman, with one specific item for each slave / romance option.

<<set $prowess +=1>>You speak to him with your silver tongue, beckoning him come forth and surrender to desire.\n\n"I know you want this, boy," You speak, grabbing your cock in one hand, "Come and get it."\n\nFor a moment, you see him step forward, enflamed with desire. But he stops himself quickly. Snapping out of your temptations, he regards you with angry eyes, "I am no fool, demon. I know what you are."\n\n"An Incubus." he spits, "A demon with the power to incite lust in all around him and make slaves of those he fucks. If you want to enslave me, you'll have to try harder than that!"\n\nYou see his palms glow hot with mystical power and know instantly that he is more than he seems.\n\nSuddenly, he lets loose a bolt of pure energy towards you. You dodge aside just in time to avoid it, and hear a heavy thud as it crashes into the wall behind you and leaving cracks.\n\nIt seems that there'll be no escaping this fight...\n[[Charge Towards Him]]\n[[Bide Your Time]]

Wrapping your hand around his tiny cock, you growl into his ear, "Look at yourself, you're barely fit to be called a man anymore."\n\nAt four inches long, it is a shadow of its former size and no longer anything to be proud of. He opens his mouth to curse you, but those curses quickly turn to sobs when he hears his own womanly voice. "Oh gods, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"\n\n"Sorry isn't enough." You growl as you ram yourself deeper and harder inside him. "You're not fit to be a man any longer, but you're not going to be a woman either."\n\nWith your hand around his still-shrinking cock, you utter a demonic word and halt its transformation. While every thrust still changes the rest of his body, his cock remains the same as it was, perpetually trapped at three inches long.\n\nSatisfied by your handiwork, you come inside him, filling him up with your seed to complete the transformation. At the same time, he begins to spurt jet after jet of his own seed, spilling it all over the floor.\n\nWith cum leaking out of his arse and his body spent, he crumbles to the floor. Looking down at his own body, he asks, "What have you done to me!?"\n\n"I've punished you, of course." You reply, voice dripping with venom.\n\n"Think of this," You say as you touch his still throbbing cock, "as a reminder of your mistake and all you used to be."\n<<set $FrankFuta to 1>>\nHe lies sobbing in your arms, and you rock him gently until he is asleep. With your lust and anger sated for now, you take your leave of this mortal house, with [[your new slave in your arms|End Night]].

<<set $desire +=1>>Unable to resist your hunger, you burst into the room. The woman's eyes widen in fear when she sees what stands before her. But before she can even scream, you are already behind her, with a hand clasped across her mouth to silence her.\n\nTrapped in your arms, she is frozen in fear. Now that you have her at your mercy, you paw hungrily at her body. You grab her breasts, feeling their ample weight in your arms and making her gasp as your fingers brush against her nipples.\n\nSqueezing hard, you growl into her ear, "If you make a sound, you're in for a world of pain."\n\nOnce you are satisfied she will obey, you let your hands travel downwards to her slit. With one finger, you penetrate her tightness and realize, she is already wet.\n\n"My, my, what do we have here?" You smirk, "Is that an invitation?"\n\nShe opens her mouth to protest, but thinks better of it when she sees the hungry look in your eyes.\n\nAnother finger soon joins the first, then another, and another. Each one only seems to make her more wet and aroused, much to your amusement. And each one makes you more and more erect, until your hardness presses painfully against her back.\n\n[[Fuck her]]\n[[Tantalize her]]

<<set $AndrewTrained to 1>>You find the mage exactly where you left him. Chained by his wrists and ankles onto the bed and without a scrap of clothing on him.\n\nWhen he sees you approaching, he shouts, "Get away from me, you fiend!"\n\n"Hmm..." You lips curl into a smile as you run your hands across his body, across his beautiful sex and lean muscle. "As I recall, you were the one who summoned me. I merely answered the call."\n\nWhen you wrap your fingers around his cock and give it a painful squeeze, you make his eyes widen in a mixture of fear and lust. "What do you want from me?"\n\n"All that I desire, is your skills." You answer, nonchalant as you begin to stroke him.\n\nAlready, you can see the beads of sweat gather on his head, his body twisting as he struggles to resist the lust building up inside him. As he struggles to stop his cock from hardening in your hands.\n\nOf course, all resistance crumbles when you take his cock into your mouth and begin to suck. You can see the lust burning in his eyes, defiance destroyed by your temptations. When finally he spills his load, his seed gushing down your throat, his will is all but crushed beneath yours.\n\n"Tell me," You whisper to him as you unbind him from your chains, "what is your name?"\n\n"Andrew," comes his weak reply, drained and exhausted.\n\n"Well, Andrew, you can look forward to a long and prosperous partnership between us."\n\nAnd with that, you leave him to his thoughts, closing the guestroom door behind you. Somehow, you doubt he will be leaving your company [[anytime soon|Day Three Evening]].

<<set $desire +=1>>You pounce upon him with a feral roar. You hear only a faint yelp before you see a bright light erupt from his open palms, catching you in mid-air and throwing you against the wall.\n\nDazed, you open your eyes to see him with an incredulous look in his eyes and smoke rising from his palms. He is no ordinary man.\n\n"I'm not defenseless, demon." Finding his confidence, he smirks, "If you want me, you'll have to try better than that."\n\nAlready, you can see his palms grow bright again as he readies another spell. You dodge aside just in time, as he sends his bolt flying, leaving cracks in the wall where you once were.\n\n"Fry!" He shouts, as energy cackles between his fingers.\n\nDo you...\n[[Charge Towards Him]]\n[[Bide Your Time]]

From that day thereafter, you become the mage's bedslave. Even though his masculinity is no longer yours, you find yourself hopelessly drawn to it and its liquid extract; his seed.\n\nIn time, you will learn his name of the man who stole your masculinity: Andrew. A name you will scream every night as he fucks you, reminding you of the length you once had, the length you now yearn for inside you.\n\nMonths after the day, you will have forgotten the man you once were in favor of the man you now want more than life itself. You will serve him faithfully, without question, without doubt.\n\nYears after the day, you will wed him in a private ceremony. With all your mutual friends present, he will carry you up the stairs of your home. After which he will throw you onto the bed that you share and fuck you as man would wife, for all to hear.\n\n<b>ENDING B5: STOLEN MASCULINITY</b>\n<<remember $endingB5 to 1>>

Once, you were more than friends. \n\nEven now, you can still remember the thrill of sneaking out of your Tower to meet him in the middle of the night. Of how it felt to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, to caress him in the moonlight, to kiss him like nothing else in the world mattered.\n\nThe summer you first fucked was the best summer of your life. Watching him moan as you slipped your cock inside him, and making him scream as you screwed the living daylights out of him. \n\nBut it wasn't to last. For you are a lusty man, never satisfied with but a single man or woman. Everything changed the day he came barging into your Tower while you were in bed with another man.\n\nYou still remember the stunned expression on his face, the look of hatred and jealousy as he watched every thrust of your hips, every moan from his lips. After that, he was never the same again.\n\n[[Greet him]]

<<set $EricHuman to 0>><<set $EricWoman to 1>><<set $magic to 1>>When you awaken, it is to the dim and dying flame of the last candle. The demon is gone, as are all signs of the ritual. For a moment, you think that perhaps it was all a dream. But then you feel the new weight at your chest and the emptiness at your crotch, and you know it was anything but.\n\nResentful and angry, you let out a hateful scream. The mere sound of your voice puts out the flame and it makes you remember the rest of your bargain... Your new form comes with magic. Focusing on the fire, you will it to come alive and with a word, it does. Your new form comes with magic!\n\nStrangely enough, you begin to feel a tingle in your loins and a growing wetness there as you make the flame burn brighter and brighter.\n\nYou don't have much time to ponder your new discovery, before the sound of knocking interrupts your thoughts. You hear a man's voice calling for you, "Sir? Are you in there?"\n\nJavier! Is it morning already?\n\nWith a sinking feeling, you realize that you are still naked. Your old clothes lie in a messy pile in the corner, but they won't fit you anymore.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Hide]]\n[[Wait]]

Despite all the questions you have buzzing on your mind, you resolve to keep your mouth shut. You doubt you'll be getting any answers out of him anytime soon.\n\nLetting him take you by the hand, you follow him along the mountain path. For minutes you walk, before reaching a fork in the road. Instead of going left or right, he surprises you by walking forward.\n\n"Hey wait! We're gonna walk into a—" Wall. But you don't.\n\nOpening your eyes, you gasp when you realize you have walked right through the wall and into a dark cave.\n\n"It's an illusion. To deter intruders." Your guide explains, leading you deeper into the caverns.\n\nUntil finally, you reach your destination: A stone door, exquisitely carved into the rock face of the cavern.\n\n"Welcome," your guide speaks, "[[to the Lair of Atramos!|Lair of Atramos]]"

You step towards the demon and into her embrace. As she wraps her arms around you, you can feel the warmth of her hell-kissed touch. With your cock pressed against her wet and dripping cunt, you know what must follow. The magic of demons revolves around sex and to get what you desire, you need to fuck her.\n\nWithout hesitation, you push her to the ground, pinning her down with your arms as you position your cock before her warm and waiting cunt.\n\n"What are you—" She never got to finish, her own words interrupted by a moan as you thrust into her. Her pussy is impossibly hot, almost like a fire as you push inside her. The friction you feel is unbearable and it takes you all your will not to cum there and there.\n\n"Take it, whore." You growl as you begin to thrust into her wetness. With every thrust comes a moan and a scream as she struggles to take another of your nine inches.\n\nWhen finally you lie buried to the hilt inside her, you begin fucking her hard and rough. Sliding your cock out to the tip and ramming it inside her relentlessly. All the while, you palms press against her breasts, squeezing them hard.\n\n"Fucking whore, you like it, don't you?" You growl into her ear.\n\nTo that, she only moans, her arms flailing wildly against you and her cunt leaking a river of warmth. It makes you all the more hornier, knowing that you have reduced this arrogant bitch to a senseless whore.\n\nAs you find yourself growing closer to climax, you find the heat of her cunt growing more and more unbearable. When you slam inside her once more, it almost feels as though you have a flame burning at your crotch. And yet, painful as it is, you find yourself growing no softer and unable to stop.\n\n"What the hell are you doing to me?" You scream as you realize you cannot stop. Your mind has grown mad with lust and your body is acting of its own will.\n\n"I am," the demon pants, "only giving you what you desire. [[The grand power of the sorceresses of old.|Magic 3]]"

Her eyes begin to flare with mystical power. Looking down, you notice a fiery light begin to envelop your crotch as a strange sensation begins to overwhelm you.\n\n"Now, feel my power, mortal!"\n\nAt the sound of her words, you begin to feel a strange sensation at your crotch. Looking down, you see your cock begin to shrink in her cunt, growing smaller and thinner by the second. Even still, you cannot stop. With every thrust, you feel yourself growing smaller and smaller.\n\n"Stop! Please!" You scream, but to no avail, for your manhood continues to shrink. Inch after inch disappears until finally... where once was a majestic pillar of masculinity, there is now a tiny cock no bigger than four inches, one that no man would be proud of.\n\nBut that is not the end. You continue to thrust and thrust, until your cock and your balls shrink to nothing. Where once was your cock is skin and flesh.\n\nThen, you begin to feel a sizzling sensation, as that flesh begins to warp and change. By the time you realize that you have grown a cunt, you scream, "Oh god!"\n\nNow, without a cock, your thrusting finally ceases. But hers' begins...\n\nWith dread, you begin to feel something pressing against your newly grown pussy. Looking down, you see her cunt begin to transform into a cock.\n\n"No, no!" You snarl, trying to pull away, but her arms hold you tight with supernatural strength. Slowly, her cock begins to grow, inch by inch, as she thrusts inside you.\n\nWhen finally her cock is six inches long, you begin to feel your pussy tear and notice blood drip from it. You're losing your virginity!\n\nYour world is pain as she grows bigger and bigger inside you, until she is as long as you once were. Now, writhing and screaming in her arms, you realize that this is how it felt when you fucked her with your cock, when you made her scream.\n\nAnd yet, you cannot help but moan from the sensation. You realize with shame that it feels so good to have a cock inside you. Soon, your pussy is as wet and dripping as hers was.\n\nAs your fucking continues, you start to feel a change come over your body. Every time she thrusts inside your cunt, you can feel yourself growing weaker. With every thrust, you can feel your muscles shrink and your body grow thin. With every thrust, you can feel your breasts grow larger and your hips widening. With every thrust, you can feel the hair on your chin fall away and the hair on your head grow thick. God, she's turning you into a woman!\n\nAt the same time, she changes as well. Every thrust brings her closer and closer to the man you once were. Until she is soon indistinguishable from you, alike in all ways.\n\nWhen finally she (he?) climaxes inside you, flooding your insides with jet after jet of hot seed, you experience the best orgasm you have ever known. Shaking and trembling in her (Or rather, his) arms, you find yourself panting and gasping in a womanly voice, "What have you done to me?"\n\n"Only what you desired, mortal." He speaks with your voice, strong and arrogant, "I have made you a sorceress."\n\n"Why?" You ask, mad and confused. "All I asked for is magic!"\n\n"The magic you desire can only be bound to a feminine form. The form of a sorceress. To achieve what you desired, I had to change you." When he sees the tears gathering in your eyes, he wipes them away and tells you, "There, there. It's alright. Perhaps you'll find life as a woman more pleasurable than life as a man."\n\n"For now, you must sleep. Let your mind slumber while your body adapts to the changes." He whispers into your ear.\n\nWith your head buried in his strong and masculine chest, you cannot help but feel sleepy despite the anger that still burns bright in your chest. Closing your eyes, you let go, his whispered words echoing endlessly in your dreams: [[Perhaps you'll find life as a woman more pleasurable...|Magic 4]]

<<set $desire +=1>>You come with a feral roar, emptying your load inside her. You can feel her cunt tighten around you as your white hot seed fills up her insides.\n\n"Oh, gods..." she gasps, before collapsing onto the bed, overwhelmed by lust.\n\nDo you...\n[[Fuck her again]]\n[[Leave]]

WIP - End for now.

"This has to be the way..." You mumble to yourself as you follow the rightward path. For hours, you walk along it, the path grows steeper and more treacherous. And with every step that you take, the sky above grows darker and angrier, the storm clouds gathering.\n\nJust as you were about to abandon hope of ever finding the mysterious man again, you see in the distance a dark and desolate mountain cave. With rain beginning to fall from above, you see no other choice than to [[enter|Enter Cave]].

Slowly, you see him change. His arms growing thicker, his body growing taller, and his cock growing bigger. Soon, his cock has grown to a size rivalling your own, at nine inches long.\n\nFilling his body with masculinity, you can feel your own slowly slip away. Even as you continue to thrust inside him, you can feel your cock shrink until it stands smaller than his own.\n\nHe gasps when he sees the change that has overcome him and the body he now has.\n\nSoon, you can feel your climax building up in your balls. Do you...\n[[Finish Inside Him|Masc Finish]]\n[[Pull Out|Masc Pull Out]]

The last thing you want to do whilst naked is get into a stranger's carriage. But with the voices growing closer, you can see no other choice.\n\nGrabbing his hand, you climb onto the carriage, slamming the door shut behind you. The carriage interior is dark, with only the smallest shaft of light being let in through its tiny windows. As you sit in its darkness, you cannot help but wonder if you had made a mistake, but all thoughts of that are jerked from mind when the carriage begins to move.\n\nThe way it moved, faster than anything you have ever felt before, you would have thought it were flying. With the windows so small, you can only get tiny glimpses of the scenery zipping by, a messy blur from which you can barely make out a thing.\n\nWhen finally the carriage screeches to a halt, a loud neigh comes from outside. And before you know it, the carriage door opens to reveal your 'savior' and carriage driver.\n\n"[[Come on, out]]."

Stepping into the cell, you eye your slave's cock with curiosity. It is tiny compared to yours, and perhaps, it shall be your key to breaking her.\n\n"Javier, suck her off." you say to your manservant.\n\n"What? Sir, I-" He stops himself, knowing better than to object to your will. Beneath your glare, he kneels before the slave girl and wraps his lips around her cock. As he licks her, she gasps, lustful sensations spreading through her body.\n\n"How long has it been?" You ask her, a sly grin on your face as she starts to moan from the blowjob. "It must be hell, to have these needs and nobody to fulfill them."\n\nAs Javier continues to suck, you can see her breathing grow ragged and her eyes glazed over in lust. Putting your hands on Javier's head, you push him forward until her cock is all but swallowed by his mouth.\n\nThat it seems, starts to push her over the edge. Her moaning comes loud and unbridled as her body shakes with desire. As her climax nears, you pull Javier off her cock, making her moan at the loss of pleasure.\n\n"What are you doing?" she growls, eyes full of hateful frustration.\n\n"Did you really think it would be this easy to get off?" You laugh, "Oh no, the first lesson you must learn as slave, is that your pleasure is secondary to mine."\n\nYou position your crotch before her lips and free your cock from its prison of cloth.\n\n"Now, if you want to get off, you'll need to swallow my seed." You can see the hate in her eyes, the anguished reluctance, as she is put face to face with your hard and throbbing manhood.\n\nBut with her cock still hard and leaking, she cannot resist your offer. Parting her lips, she welcomes your cock into her warm and waiting mouth. With her tongue, she licks your cock along the shaft, making you tremble from the sensation.\n\nMuch as you want to drop all pretence of civility and force yourself down her throat, you want her to lead. You want her to be the harbinger of her own downfall. And slowly, she does just that, sucking hungrily on your cock, desperate to bring you off.\n\nSoon, you find your balls tightening as the inevitable approaches. With a moan, you let loose, emptying your load down her throat. Only when the last drop is swallowed do you push Javier back onto her cock.\n\n"Finish her off," you tell him, before taking your leave. Oh, she is yours now, of that [[you are certain|Day Three Evening]].

"Sixty-Two Souls!" The man shouts. "Give it up, Laura. You know you can't win."\n\nFaced with her opponent's relentlessness, the woman finally concedes. "Oh alright Damien, you can't blame me for trying."\n\nAt that, the man lets out a long sigh. You catch his gaze as they wheel you off the stage, and shudder when you feel the strength of his desire. In the cold darkness behind the stage, you wait for your new owner to [[claim you|Sir Damien]].

<<set $control +=2>><<set $affection -=2>><<set $chainedher to 1>>A demon is a demon. Slave or not, you will not let a servant of hell roam free in your own home with lie vulnerable asleep.\n\nBeckoning her come forth, you pull chains from the nightstand beside your bed. You had them installed years ago. After all, you never know when you're spending the night with someone kinky. Or someone dangerous.\n\nWhen she sees the chain, she pouts her lips and feigns hurt feelings, "What's the matter? Don't trust me?"\n\nYou shoot her a glare, before chaining her to the wall. And with that, you crash onto the bed, [[falling asleep in an instant|You Day 2]].

You struggle to speak, but with the gag in your mouth, no words come forth. And without your words, you have no way of controlling her...\n\n"Your mortal mind must be so confused," he/she? laughs. "Let me explain then, it was far too easy anyway."\n\n"While you were sleeping, I took the liberty of using on you the chains you would have used on me." The fact that you didn't makes your blood boil with anger. "And after that, it was a simple matter to take your shape, a minor spell for any demon."\n\nYou struggle against your restraints in rage. If only you could speak!\n\n"If you're hoping to get rescued by your servants, don't. I've sent them away, though I think I'll keep Javier around. Handsome man, don't you think?"\n\nOnly then do you realize the hopelessness of your situation. Only then do you see just how powerless you truly are, how powerless you always have been.\n\nAs the demon inspects herself in the mirror, she continues, "I think I'll come to like being human. I'll have to be one, for the rest of your life. As your slave." Oh gods, what have you done?...\n\n"For now, I think it's time to give Master a taste of his own medicine." She unzips her pants and you find yourself face to face with your own cock, fully erect at nine inches. "[[A perfect replica, don't you think?|Ending Y1]]"

With his clothes torn to shreds, he lies naked beneath you while his wife still lies under your spell on the bed. Hungry for more, you have way with his body, feeling up the hard muscle and licking him seductively from neck to cock.\n\n"What are you doing to me?" He shouts, as you engulf his cock in your mouth. You suck him skillfully, turning his protests to moans and before long, his hatred to lust.\n\nNow that he is within your grasp, you push his legs over his shoulders and position your cock before his hole. Once it dawns upon him what you are doing, he begins to scream, "No! No! Let go of me, you freak!"\n\nYou force your way inside him, pushing aside his flailing arms and thrusting deep inside with your still-wet cock. It amuses you slightly that your cock was in his wife's cunt just minutes ago and her juices must still lie upon it.\n\nOvercome with rage and lust, you spare him no gentleness. Even then however, his screams soon turn into moans of lust as you start ramming against his pleasure spot. "Gods, oh gods, what're you doing to me!"\n\nSoon, you begin to feel him change beneath you. His muscles growing thin, his thick cock shrinking and his balls retreating into his body. And as his masculinity drips away, you drink every drop of it, finding your muscles growing thick and hard and your stature grow taller, becoming the very image of masculinity he once was.\n\n[[Finish Him]]\n[[Antagonize Him]]

Once, you were the closest of friends, a political alliance that could be stopped by no other. But then came along the Woman that changed everything.\n\nLady Natasha Merle, a noblewoman from the capital, daughter of the current Emperor. She came into your city in a flurry of celebrations and courtship, with every man here wanting to win her heart and with it, future rulership of the Empire. Of course, even you and Walter fell sway to the courting.\n\nFor days, both of you would chase her. You with your gifts and him with his poetry. Until one day, he came to your Tower to find you in bed with her, fucking the living daylights out of her.\n\nYou still remember the stunned expression on his face, the look of hatred and jealousy as he watched every thrust of your hips, every moan from her lips. After that, you were never the same again, even long after Natasha was gone.\n\nSometimes though, you wonder, who he was truly jealous of. For his eyes lay not on her writhing form, but on yours.\n\n[[Greet him]]

Much as you may hate to admit it, you quite liked what he was doing to you before. Perhaps it was the truth potion, vestiges of it still hanging upon you, or perhaps it was your newfound libido. Whatever it was, you asked of him, "Fuck me, Javier. I need you to fuck me."\n\nAnd gladly, he obeys.\n\nHe strips you out of your dress with a surprising tenderness, carrying you in his arms and laying you down in the bed. Once you lie naked before him, you can see his cock harden once more at the sight of your body.\n\n"Ready for round two?" He asks with a sly grin. All the regret is gone from his eyes, replaced by lust and passion.\n\n"Oh gods, yes." You answer.\n\nHe positions his cock before your cunt, still wet with your own juices. And with a sigh, he pushes inward, penetrating your cunt with his cock.\n\nSlowly, he works himself in inch by inch, making you moan with every one. When finally he lies buried to the hilt inside you, all tenderness vanishes away in an instant, replaced by pure and carnal lust.\n\nQuickening his pace, he thrusts deep and hard inside you. All the while, his arms roam constantly across your body, groping your bare flesh and making his desire for you all but apparent. "Oh gods, forgive me for saying this, master, but your cunt is fucking tight."\n\nIt is all you can do to moan back, your mind lost to lust. Thrust after thrust, you can feel yourself becoming less of the man you once were, and more of the woman you are now. And looking in Javier's eyes, you can feel your control and authority slipping away. If he was having doubts after serving you before, they are greater than ever now.\n\n"Argh, I'm gonna-" He comes with a scream, filling you up with his hot seed.\n\nWhen finally you come down from your ecstasy high, as you lay panting in his arms, you can feel a change about him. A subtle difference in his eyes. For where once was total subservience, there lies burning lust. <<set $JavierRelationship to 1>>\n\n[[Onwards]]

You try to pounce upon him and strike, but he beats you to the punch. Smashing his club over your face, he sends you spiralling into a world of pain. The last thing you see before darkness overwhelms you is him stepping towards you [[with hatred in his eyes|Consequence of Excess]].

It takes you hours to decipher the Grimoire's text, and hours more to learn the dark sorcery needed to cast the demonic spell. When at last you close the book, you are armed with the knowledge you need to cast it, from its infernal incantation to its every dark gesture.\n\nBut that is not all. For now begins the quest for the Ritual's ingredients:\n- Soul of the Pure\n- Blood of the Blessed\n- Wizard's Fire\n- Loved one's Tears\n\n<<if $DayThree is 1>>These are ingredients unlike any other, ones that cannot be bought through ordinary means. How shall you ever find them? Is it right to use them? As you ponder these thoughts, you realise that the sun has already set, [[the day is done|Day Three Evening]].<<endif>>

<<set $desire +=1>>Desire and excess are cardinal sins. And as the demon you are, you are slave to them both. Unable to resist your carnal desires, you climb atop the bed and begin to fuck her again.\n\nAlready, your cock grows erect, and as you push inside her, you find yourself fucking her with the same vigor as you had minutes ago. She too moans with the lust that consumed her when you first fucked her.\n\nSo deep in the throes of lust are you that you never heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway, nor that of the door opening. It is only when the woman screams that you realize there is even someone else here, "Frank!"\n\nThe stranger announces his presence by smashing something hard against the back of your skull. And the force of the impact makes you collapse to the ground, clutching your head in pain.\n\nLooking up, you see the one that struck you: a tall and burly man with a club in his hands. He looks at you with an expression of pure disgust before he raises the club, ready to bring it down to bear upon you again.\n\n[[Attack him]]\n[[Invoke your Power]]

You concentrate, thinking of fire and willing it to appear in your hands. And in seconds, it does, a flame that burns brightly in your hands.\n\nHaving fulfilled his task, you half expected pride or satisfaction from your master. Instead, you see only frustration on Atramos's handsome face. With a swat of his hands, he makes the fire vanish as he says, "Is that the best you can do?"\n\nSilently, you note that your flame burned brighter than his did at first.\n\n"I did as you've asked me to do." You retort.\n\n"It isn't good enough." comes his reply, through grit teeth, "Try. Harder."\n\nYour magic is born from lust, but how will you spark this flame? From where shall you draw your desire from?\n\n[[Yourself]]\n[[Atramos]]

<<set $JavierRelationship -= 1>>Javier stands amongst your closest of friends and allies. You pause for the longest time, wondering if you should tell him, but by the time you have gained the composure to, he has already finished, quashing your courage before it had ever truly risen.\n\nThere are some things, it seems, which are better left unsaid and in secrecy. Better to let him wonder than to confess your diabolic nature.\n\n[[On to the Agenda for today...|The Agenda]]

<<set $desire += 1>><<set $JavierRelationship to 2>>Javier eyes your cock with a hunger you have never seen before. By the growing bulge in his pants, it is obvious what effect you are having on him.\n\nLetting your smallclothes drop to your feet, he kneels before you and looks up with yearning in his eyes. "May I, sir?"\n\n"Go ahead," You answer.\n\nHe begins by licking the tip of your cock, sending shivers down your spine as he tongues the salty slit. As he takes the head of your cock into his mouth, you cannot help but sigh beneath the skillful ministrations of his tongue.\n\nGrowing impatient, you take him by the skull as you thrust roughly into his mouth. It brings you over the moon to feel him gag on your cock, to struggle with your newfound length.\n\nSoon, you find your climax building up inside you. And craving release, you empty yourself into his mouth with a feral moan. Load after load, he swallows down his throat, a strangled moan escaping his lips as he comes in his pants.\n\nBy the end of it, you sit on your bed, dripping with sweat and the smell of sex as he kneels panting on the floor.\n\n"Good job, Javier." You pat him gratefully on the back. "Never knew you could do that."\n\n"Didn't know myself, sir." Soon, he resumes the image of professionalism, wiping the sweat off your body with a rag before helping you into your clothes.\n\nNow, [[Business Awaits]].

Willing yourself to fly, you levitate, rising upwards to the ceiling just as he enters the room. As Atramos steps inside, you float towards the door, slipping out with him none the wiser for it.\n\nGliding through the Sanctum, you flee towards your chambers and shut the door tight behind you. Hoping that your intrusion will go unnoticed, you retire for the night...\n\nWIP - End for now.

The Ritual

<<set $JavierRelationship += 1>>Javier stands amongst your closest of friends and allies. If there is anybody you can confide in, it is him. As he hands you your shirt, you begin to speak, "Javier, there is something I must tell you..."\n\nAnd so it begins, the details of last night's ritual and its consequences spilling forth from your lips. When at last it is finished, you give him a questioning look, as though to ask whether you have crossed the unspoken line between employer and employee.\n\n"Sir, I am, and forever will be, your loyal servant." Comes his answer, as he fastens your belt. "Regardless of wherever your decisions may bring you. Remember that."\n\n[[On to the Agenda for today...|The Agenda]]

You never truly came to terms with your new existence. Always, you harbored resentment towards Eben for taking your place.\n\nThe new Lord Crowley is a lusty man, who finds himself irresistably drawn towards you. Every night, he invites you into his bed, to 'punish' the woman that killed his cousin. It is an event you come to hate. To have his cock between your loins rather than your own, to be fucked like a woman when you still cling to masculinity.\n\nAlways, however, you spurn his advances. Yours is a physical relationship and nothing more. For how could you ever come to love or want the man who stole your title? Who stole your rightful existence?\n\nEventually, when Lord Crowley realizes you will never reciprocate his feelings, he subjects you to increasingly depraved acts of sex.\n\nYour days thereafter are spent kneeling before a guardsman at his post, lips wrapped hungrily around his cock. Or hunched over a haystack, with your cunt exposed to the horny stableboys. Or in the bed of one of his guests, to be whipped like a dog. Always, you are fucked like a common whore. The only difference is, you don't get paid a single cent.\n\nIn time, you will come to forget the life you once lived, and the man you once were. The gift that you exchanged your masculinity for rendered useless beneath the bonds of slavery.\n\nIn the end, you will have clung hopelessly to your lost masculinity in the embrace of other men. Fucking them, sucking them, and yearning for the cock you will never have.\n\n<b>ENDING M2: THE DEATH OF ERIC CROWLEY - ENDLESS YEARNING</b>\n<<remember $endingM2 to 1>>

You lead him into the undergrowth, away from the garden path and privy eyes. Soon, you find yourself in a woodland clearing, alone with David. He looks to you expectantly, nervousness apparent as he speaks, "C-can you... show me your true form?"\n\nYou do so willingly. You can feel your clothes tear as wings sprout from your back, as your muscles grow thick and strong, and as your cock pokes free of your pants. In seconds, your clothes lie in rags at your feet, with David marvelling at the sight.\n\n"This is unbelievable," he gasps as he comes close to touch you, from bulging muscles to aching cock. The moment he touches your manhood, it springs to life.\n\n"I believe," You whisper hungrily, taking his hand in yours and wrapping it around your cock. "that the beast needs feeding."\n\nEagerly, he kneels before you and takes your cock into his mouth. You sigh as he begins to lick, and moan as you feel his tongue slide playfully across your cock.\n\nWith your hand on his neck, you begin to fuck his face. The way he looks up at you with hunger and pure obedience in his eyes turns you on like nothing else. And only makes you thrust harder and deeper inside his mouth.\n\nLike a hungry babe, he sucks, desperate for a taste of mother's milk. And happily, you give him what he desires.\n\nWith a long moan, you come in his mouth, feeding him load after load of your seed. When finally he has drunken the last drop, you can see the lust and hunger in his eyes finally quelled. His thirst fulfilled.\n\n"Gods," he pants, "that was—"\n\nYou don't let him finish, pulling him into your arms silencing him with a kiss. A long and sensual one. When finally you part for breath, you notice with disappointment the wet stain at his crotch. Looks like he came after all.\n\nAnd unfortunately, it means you'll need more to satiate your lust for the night.\n\n"Please, we have to meet again." he speaks, no longer uncertain of what he desires. "Come to my manor, anytime you want."\n\nAnd with that, you part ways for the night. A strange and warm feeling in your heart as you bid him [[goodbye]].

You search desperately for options, but your mind draws a blank. Left with no other choice, you are forced to wait as the knocking grows louder, arms over your chest and groin for modesty.\n\nEventually, the door opens to reveal Javier. He gasps the moment he sees you, cheeks blushing when he realizes you don't have a scrap of clothing on you. "Oh gods!"\n\n"Who are you?" he asks, with a hostile expression on his face, "Are you one of the master's women?"\n\nHow do you answer?\n[[Yes (Lie)]]\n[[Tell him the Truth]]

<<set $AndrewMale to 1>>You pull out at the last moment, spilling your seed all over the floor. The man in your arms soon follows, spraying load after load into your mouth, all of which you gladly drink.\n\nAfter he finishes, the mage falls to the ground, unconscious. Drained by the experience, no doubt.\n\nAs he sleeps however, you soon see the changes to his body unwind. Without your cum inside him to finish the job, to seal the transformation, all of it is merely temporary.\n\nAs you turn to leave, a thought occurs to you. The man is a mage, a decently powerful one at that. And it sure would be a waste to just leave him behind...\n\nCarrying him in your arms, you take flight and [[return to your Tower|Second Night End]]

Coming down from her ecstasy high, you regain a semblance of willpower, enough to say no. Shaking your head, you push her hands away.\n\n"Suit yourself, <i>Master</i>," She croons, in mock subservience. "[[Shall we retire to bed?|You 5]]"

"I want magic. Real magic." you speak, "The power to conjure fire and lightning with a word. The power to bend others to my will with a glance. All the stuff of legends."\n\n"You seek the power of a mage?" The demon replies, her amusement growing. "That is not something I give easily, and beyond the scope of a mere bargain. There are many things you must know—"\n\n"Spare your warnings, I don't give a shit about its illegality. You will give me what I want, demon! You are honour bound to obey!" You shout. "I have spent everything I had on this ritual and I will not be rejected!"\n\nThe demon frowns at your outburst, "Fine then, have it your way."\n\nClosing her eyes, she begins to chant in the demon tongue. The words sound blasphemous and unnatural to your mortal ears. And when she next opens her eyes, her pupils carry a bright inner flame.\n\n"Come," she beckons, "[[let us consumate this ritual|Magic 2]]."

You push her fingers away and bid her return to sucking. To be penetrated by your own slave is an indignity you will not suffer, despite its dark allure.\n\nShe is put off for a moment before she does as she's told. Soon, she is back to bobbing her head upon your cock. And in the tight embrace of her mouth, you begin to feel your climax building up inside you.\n\nDo you...\n[[Empty your load down her throat]]\n[[Drench her face in the stuff]]

You fuck him mercilessly with your cock, delighting in the sound of his screams. The friction inside him, the tightness of his hole, all of it only makes you want him more and more.\n\nAnd with every thrust, you begin to see his body become...\n[[More Masculine]]\n[[More Feminine]]

<<set $affection +=1>><<set $JavierRelationship to 2>>At the peak of their lust, just as they are on the verge of climax for the fifth time, you decide to end their suffering. \n\nThis time, as Javier moans, face-fucking the Demoness with unbridled lust, you let him finish, emptying his balls into the Demoness's mouth. By the end of it, they lie panting and gasping from what you have put them through. But along with their resentment, you also detect a thankfulness beneath the surface, born from the knowledge that denial would be a far more painful punishment.\n\n"Javier, bring her to the Guestroom." You say to your manservant, before glaring at your Slave. "And you... I won't stand for any rebellion, or any more of your temptations. You will follow Javier without a single step out of line, do you understand me?"\n\nWith reluctance, she hisses her answer, "Yes."\n\n"[[Take her away|Next Event]]."

<<set $JavierRelationship +=1>>You push your doubts away and answer, probably harsher than you probably should have, "I want, no, need, to change back. Everything depends on it, Javier, my old life, my title, my wealth."\n\n"Perhaps, sir," Javier replies curtly, "you'll be able to find the solution somewhere in the Library."\n\nOf course! That's where you found the Grimoire in the first place. In the Library Vault. If the answer to your conundrum is to lie writen in a book, that book must exist somewhere in your Vault.\n\n"[[Shall I bring you there now?]]"

<<set $BrimstoneClue to 1>>Thinking something amiss, you gaze upon the sheets of paper. The more you look at it, the more you feel as though something is wrong here. And true enough, you find yourself gasping when the paper's ink begins to morph before your very eyes to tell you a much different tale:\n\n<i>Dear Lord Crowley,\n\nI write you this letter with deepest fear and the utmost urgency.</i> (Indeed, the words come in a messy scrawl, as though written by a trembling hand.)<i> Something dangerous is afoot in my neighbourhood. Just yesterday, your guardsmen came to look into the strange happenings across the street. They asked me some questions, before tottering off to investigate the source of those noise; the derelict manor.\n\nBut alas, they never came back. I saw them entering the manor myself, but nobody, not even the servants, ever saw them leave. That night, I could hear horrible noises, screams of agony and ghastly moaning. Please, my lord, something horrible is afoot, and I fear for my life. You must help me now.\n\nRegards,\nMary Dagely</i>\n\nUnbelievable! You would have pegged it as the growing senility of a bored noblewoman. But even if it was, why would anybody bother to mask her letter with this magical glamour? Why the need for such deception?\n\nThis can mean only one thing, of course: Something dark must be going on in that derelict manor. Something, perhaps, worthy of [[your dark attention|Day Three Evening]]?

<<if $prowess > 2>>It is an easy matter to evade his bolts, dodging aside whenever he throws one your way. And with each passing second, you can see him grow weak, his breathing grow ragged as his blasts get gradually weaker.\n\nWhen he looses his sixth bolt, you see your chance. Jumping forth, you swat aside his bolt as if they were nothing but air and throw yourself against him.\n\nYou hear him yelp as you grab his arms and pin them against the wall. With a voice cool as ice, you whisper words of the demon tongue. When he tries again to unleash his magic, there is nothing but a fizzle.\n\n[[Only then does true fear descend upon him, and grim satisfaction upon you|Mage Victory]].<<endif>>\n<<if $prowess < 3>>You try your best to avoid his magic, but you simply aren't fast enough. The first blast you manage to avoid, only to be struck by his second, third and fourth.\n\nSoon, you are reduced to a smoldering pile on the floor, barely conscious and in a world of pain. The last thing you see before darkness overwhelms you is the smug satisfaction on his face [[as he steps towards you|Mage End]].<<endif>>

<<set $prowess +=1>>There is nothing you enjoy more than a prey that yearns for your cock. And tonight, you will make him desire you with all his soul.\n\nYou pull apart his robes to reveal bare flesh underneath. His body is thin and lanky, nearly devoid of muscle, and what hangs between his loins is just pitiful compared to what you have.\n\nPulling him into another kiss, you wrap your fingers around his cock, giving it a few gentle thrusts to make him burn with desire.\n\nSoon, he is putty in your hands. Utterly unable to resist your advances, he is moaning into your mouth and kissing you with impossible need.\n\nWhen your lips finally part for breath, you hear him breathe huskily, "Please, I need you to... I need you to fuck me."\n\nHook, line and sinker, [[you have him now]].

Just as you had turned to leave, you begin to hear the sound of footsteps below. Someone is in the house. Partly out of hunger and partly out of curiosity, you lie in wait, hiding yourself in the shadows.\n\nSurely enough, the door soon opens to reveal a tall and burly man. He shouts when sees the figure on the bed, pussy still wet with another man's cum. "Jane? Jane!"\n\nWith his back turned towards you, he never saw you pounce. Crashing atop him, you pin him down, clasping your hand over his mouth as you begin to rip his clothing to shreds.\n\nHis body is hard and well-defined muscle. As your eyes travel downward, you are impressed by the sight. His manhood is huge, at nine inches erect. The thought of turning him into your cockslave is something that turns you on like nothing else. As his arms flail against you, you press your lips against his and kiss him hard.\n\nHe resists you at first, but it isn't long before you can feel his erection poking against your belly. He is yours now.\n\n[[Fuck him|Fuck him 2]]

Your days thereafter are spent as a slave to the Minotaur. Your every waking moment is spent inside that cave, lying beside your fellow slave, the woman in rags, both dreading and living for the moment when he enters to feed you with his sex.\n\nAll attempts at escape end in futility. For now that he has learnt your scent, he will never let you go. No matter how well you hide, how quickly you run, he will always track you down.\n\nBy day, you are fucked constantly by your master. With each passing day, you find your belly growing larger and your breasts growing heavier. All the signs of impending motherhood.\n\nBy night, you find yourself lying in his arms and nuzzling against the warmth of his fur. With his muscular arms wrapped around your belly, you can feel your baby kick and move inside you.\n\nOne day soon, you shall be the mother of his child. And strangely, you find yourself content with the fact.\n\n<b>ENDING M4: LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS - BROOD MOTHER</b>\n<<remember $endingM4 to 1>>

Pushing open the door, you step into the derelict manor. Inside, you find yourself in a broken corpse of a house, with cracks on every wall and rats skittering amidst the dust. Strangely, however, you can hear sounds emanating from below the floorboards. Something, or someone, is definitely here.\n\nSearching through the house, you soon find stairs which descend into the bowels of the manor, from which the sounds originate. Step by step, you go down, beneath the ground. And step by step, you find yourself stepping from one world to the next.\n\nStanding before you now is a world truly unlike your own.\n\nWIP - End for now.

<<if $desire > 2>>Feeling your hellfire blood pumping in your veins, you charge towards him with a roar. This time, as bolt after bolt of arcane energy crashes against your body, it does nothing to hold you back, bouncing harmlessly across your demon flesh. <<set $desire += 1>>\n\nYou hear him yelp as you grab his arms and pin them against the wall. With the voice of hell, you roar, "[[No. More. Magic!|Mage Victory]]"<<endif>>\n\n<<if $desire < 3>>Mad with anger, you charge towards him with a roar on your lips. A wrong move, it seems, for he is ready for you, loosing bolt after bolt of energy towards you. <<set $desire += 1>>\n\nThe first makes you feel white hot pain as you hear a sickening crunch where it hits you, the second knocks the breath from your lungs and third, knocks you to the ground. In seconds, you are down, collapsed on the floor and barely conscious.\n\nThe last thing you see before darkness overwhelms you in the smug satisfaction on the mage's face [[as he steps towards you|Mage End]].<<endif>>

Opening the door, you are greeted by your master. Dressed in little more than his loincloth and golden bands, he seems the apex of masculinity, whose very presence makes you grow hot and lustful.\n\n<<if $BlackRobes = 1>>Seeing your dress, he smiles. Reaching out, he cops a feel of your exposed breasts and laughs at your glare, "Good choice, apprentice."<<endif>>\n\n<<if $WhiteRobes = 1>>Seeing your dress, his eyes narrow in lust. It isn't difficult to see his arousal, by the growing bulge in his loincloth.<<endif>>\n\n"Come now," he says, taking you by the hand and leading you before his statue at centre of the sanctum. "The first lesson which all mages must learn is channeling their innate power."\n\nTurning towards you, he continues, "All magic is drawn from one thing and one thing only; Arousal. The more aroused you are, the more desire you feel inside you, the more potent your spells."\n\n"Let me demonstrate." With a snap of his fingers, he conjures into existence a tiny flame in his palm. "This, is what any mage can do with just the seeds of arousal inside him."\n\nAnother snap and the flame is nothing. "Now, what do you think I can do when arousal blooms into desire?"\n\nBefore you even have a chance to answer, he is beside you. Grabbing you by the arms, he wrestles you to the ground and begins to rip the cloth off your skin.\n\nYou scream, but it is no use. In seconds, you lie naked in his arms, your robes in a pile at your feet. Your faces just inches away from each other, he pulls you close into a sensual kiss.\n\nUnable to resist, you find yourself giving in to his lustful temptations, closing your eyes as you welcome his tongue into your mouth.\n\nWhen next you open them, it is to a blazing inferno that surrounds you both. When finally your lips part, the inferno vanishes, as though it were never here.\n\n"And that," he grins, letting you fall free from his arms, "is how one channels his desire into magic."\n\nYou are certain that there are less invasive ways of demonstration. And by the look of the bulge in his loincloth, you know what it was truly for.\n\nSeeing the scorn on your face, he laughs, "Oh don't be like that, dear. What good is teaching if I don't have a little fun myself? Now that you've seen what I can do, I think a little <i>demonstration</i> of your own is in order."\n\nAs you slip into your robes, he orders: "[[Conjure a flame]]. The most potent fire you can master."

You scream as the minotaur penetrates you with his cock, splitting you open as he enters. The size of him is unbearable, but no matter how hard you struggle against him, there is no escape; he is simply too strong.\n\nSlowly, the minotaur works his way inside you. With every inch of him that you take, you can feel your cunt being stretched to its limits like never before. Screaming, you pray for this pain to be over.\n\nHe is only halfway in when you begin to feel a strange sensation in your pre-cum soaked cunt. Being an embodiment of lust and carnal pleasure, the minotaur has tricks of its own. As he continues to push inside you, you can feel the pain fading, replaced by uncontrollable lust.\n\nSpreading your legs, you welcome his cock into your cunt, feeling yourself stretch as he finally buries himself to the hilt inside you. This sensation that you feel, of being fucked, of being abused, is unlike anything that you have ever felt before. And when he begins to thrust, you can feel yourself being drowning in the sensation; drowning in lust.\n\nSoon, you have given yourself to moans, your body nothing but a cunt to be used and abused. Soon, the sensation becomes too unbearable to bear. The last thing you see before you pass out is his huge cock thrusting in and out of [[your ravaged cunt|Minotaur End]].

She smiles, and with a gesture, opens the door with the devil's pentagram. As you move to enter however, she places a palm on your chest and says in a seductive tone, "Payment first."\n\nBefore you can even speak a single word, she pulls you into her cold embrace. When her lips press against yours, you feel no spark, no sensuality in the act. Instead, you can feel your energy seeping away, the mere touch of your skin draining you of your essence. <<set $desire -=1>>\n\nWhen finally you part for breath, you feel dizzy and lightheaded. In your dazed state, you are more than pliable as she leads you into the room. The last thing you remember before blacking out is dark streaks of red [[dancing across your vision|Pleasure 2]].

And even that is soon taken from you when they silence you, with a dirty hand clasped over your mouth.\n\nInto that very hand you find yourself screaming as they start to grope your beautiful breasts and your luscious butt. Bucking in their arms, you struggle to get free.\n\n"Come on, boys, let's give her what she needs," one thug says, pulling his cock out of his pants. His friends soon follow, revealing their already-hard cocks.\n\nWhen one of the thugs pulls you close into a hard embrace, you can feel his cock pressing against your cunt. As he starts to push his manhood inside you, you struggle with renewd vigor, more desperate than ever to escape their clutches.\n\nSuddenly, and thankfully, you hear someone shout, "Take your damn hands off her!"\n\nWith your back turned to the stranger, you can't even see him as one of the thugs growl back, "Oh yeah? Or else what?"\n\nFor a long while, you hear only his footsteps as he approaches you and the thugs. Then, you hear him break into a run, followed by a hard thud as his fist crashes into the thug holding you. With your captor knocked to the ground, you pull free of him, ducking away as our rescuer deals with the other thugs.\n\nThe first time you lay eyes on your savior, he is dodging a thug's first with ease, before retaliating with a kick of his own. One that knocks the air out of the thug's lungs.\n\nThe last thug left standing, smart enough to know he's outmatched, makes a run for it, his friends soon crawling after him. And leaving you alone with [[your hero]].

The walls are lined with bookshelves, the accumulated knowledge and collection of three generations of Crowleys. Your solution must lie somewhere within those dusty tomes.\n\n"Javier, help me search the bookshelves." With that, you begin searching, for the smallest sign of the infernal and the arcane.\n\nWIP - End for now.

When you awaken, it is on the same bed. You can feel your insides churn with the man's seed and looking down, you realize with dread that you are still a woman.\n\nWith a flash, the angel returns, with a smile on her lips. "Tsk, tsk. Didn't I warn you to consume? Looks like you used the wrong hole for the job."\n\nPulling a rag from her pocket, she flies before you and begins to wipe away the sweat on your body. "The curse of lace is permanent, once you have climaxed once in your feminine form. And by the look of that cunt, I think you already have."\n\nYou open your mouth to protest, but find it quickly silenced by her finger at your lips. "Ah, don't even bother. The lace was made by Atramos himself, no magic, save his own, can undo it."\n\nWhen the rag reaches your cunt, you gasp at the rough sensation. "Oh, you'll have to get used to that! You'll be getting fucked at least a half-dozen more times before the night is done. Lady Scarlet was asking for a new recruit, and I guess you'll have to do..."\n\nTrue to her word, you are fucked by a dozen different men before the hour of dawn. By the time the sun has risen, your mind is lost to lust. While you may have lost any semblance of your old masculine self, it seems that the Scarlet Hand has gained a worthy new prostitute.\n\n<b>ENDING B6: SCARLET HAND - CURSE OF LACE</b>\n<<remember $endingB6 to 1>>

After all that has happened, you have realized your new place in the world, as a woman and as a slave. You serve your new master faithfully and without question.\n\nAt first, yours is a relationship of pure lust. Every night, he invites you into his bed, to 'punish' the woman that killed his cousin. Always, he keeps Javier in the room, to watch you in the throes of passion and as you sleep. For safety, he claims. \n\n"One can never be too safe with an assassin." he would laugh, but you always believed there was another reason why.\n\nOver time however, his suspicion towards you would vanish, replaced by lust and love. The day he invited Javier to join you both was the day you knew he'd forgiven you for your crime.\n\nThat night, the two of you moaned and screamed louder than ever as you each took your turn with Javier's cock. As you both fell asleep in his arms, you knew... this is what it feels like to be in love.\n\nIn time, you would come to bear children. His or Javier's you would never know, not that it mattered, Lord Crowley loved them regardless. And in time, you would forget the life you once lived, the man you once were, in favor of the man you now love.\n\n<b>ENDING M1: THE DEATH OF ERIC CROWLEY - HAPPY SUBSERVIENCE</b>\n<<remember $endingM1 to 1>>

Pushing open the wooden door, you find yourself standing before a room full of bubbling potions and frothing vials. All around you are tables full of achemical conctions and experiments. This must be Atramos's Alchemy Lab.\n\nFor a moment, it occurs to you that the solution to your masculine predicament could within one of these strange vials.\n\nAnd it looks like there's only one way to find out...\n[[Mix a Concoction]]

It isn't often that Walter Darry comes into your home to offer you an olive branch. And you're not about to give that up, regardless of the possible danger to yourself. "Alright, Walter. You have my support. Reform the Brotherhood."\n\nWith he a warm smile on his face, thanks you, "You won't regret this, Eric. Of this I'm certain."\n\nHe takes your hand in his in a warm handshake. For a moment, you can feel the old sparks reigniting, only to be blown out when your fingers part. It is a mere gesture of camaraderie, even though much simmers between the surface for you both. <<set $Brotherhood to 1>>\n\nWith that, Darry takes his leave, [[gone in an instant|Letters]].

You know better than to trust this piece of paradise on Witchtooth Mountain. After all the tales you've heard as a child, of the men who climb the mountains in search of the garden paradise inside it, never to return, this water may well be poison.\n\nStill, your thirst needs sating. If you are to ever descend this mountain, you will need a drink. The smallest little sip.\n\nGathering a handful of the river water in your hands, you drink. As the water runs down your throat, you feel a strange dizziness come over you. But the feeling passes as quickly as it came.\n\nDeciding not to test your luck, you make do with that sip and [[continue on your way|Descending the Mountain]].

Unable to resist the allure of his arse, you push him on his chest and position your cock at his hole. Full of pent up lust, he does not resist. Rather, he moans to you, "Please, please, fuck me!"\n\nAnd gladly, you oblige. Sliding your already-wet cock into his arse, you start with slow and sensual thrusts to let him adapt to your size. When he has started to moan again, hardness pressing into the bedsheets, you quicken your pace, pushing deeper and deeper until you lie almost buried to the hilt.\n\nThen, with your arms wrapped tight around his body, you fuck him long and hard.\n\nWith every thrust, you can feel yourself drinking his essence, his masculinity. With every moan from his lips, you can see him change: His cock growing smaller, his balls shrinking, his breasts expanding and his hips widening.\n\nYou too have begun to change. Your muscles grow thick and hard, your wings grow larger, and your form grows taller. You've become the very image of masculinity.\n\nSoon, you feel your balls grow tight, as the inevitable draws near. And you...\n[[Come inside him]]\n[[Pull out]]

You step towards him, climbing top his bed and swatting aside his feeble attempts at pushing you away. Hands on his neck, you pull him close and kiss him on the lips.\n\nHe resists you at first, arms flailing against you, but the touch of your lips soon ignites a spark within him. Turning the tiny flame of his lust into a blazing inferno. Soon, he is unable to resist as you paw him hungrily and wrap your hands around his manhood.\n\n"Surrender to me," you whisper seductively into his ear, "and I shall give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."\n\nHis only answer is the slightest of nods, and you know it is the best you shall get from him.\n\n[[Suck him]]\n[[Fuck him]]

From the wardrobe emerges lace, panties and all.\n\n"I think it's time you learned a lesson or two about sex. The opposite one to be exact!" She laughs, before flying towards you with it in her hands. For a second, you try struggling against her. But alas, your bonds hold you tight as she slips the lace onto your body.\n\nFrom the moment the soft fabric touches your skin, you can feel a change come over you. Your sinew and brawn fades away, leaving behind a body that is lithe and lean. It isn't long before your breasts begin to swell and, worse still, your cock begins to shrink. As the angel laughs, you realize that you have become the very image of a beautiful woman, with no sign of the man you once were.\n\nOnly then do you hear the sound of footsteps and chatter from outside the door, and the angel speaks, "Ah, that must be our client for today. Here's a friendly tip, if you ever want to go back to being a woman, you'll need to consume his masculine essence."\n\nWith one final laugh, she vanishes, leaving you trapped on the bed. It is all you can do to struggle as the footsteps outside grow louder, [[until the door finally swings open to reveal your 'client'|Lace 2]].

Stepping out of the carriage, you find yourself no longer in the dank and dirty streets below the Tower. Or anywhere in the city.\n\nFeeling the grass beneath your feet and breathing in the cold mountain air, you know instantly where you are: the Witchtooth Mountain, a desolate mountain which overlooks the City. And you stand at its peak! For far beneath your feet is the vast and sprawling cityscape, with your own Tower standing in the middle of it all.\n\n"But this is impossible!" you think aloud, "How could we possibly have travelled from the heart of the city to the top of the mountain in the span of minutes?"\n\n"Best not to ask, lady." Your gruff carriage driver replies, "Now come on, there's a man who wants to meet you."\n\nWith that, he begins walking off into the mountains.\n\nDo you...\n[[Follow him]]\n[[Put your foot down]]

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Thinking it unwise to piss off the men who have you at their mercy, you cease your struggling. One of the guards positions his cock before your mouth, resting its leaking tip on your lips, while another begins to finger your cunt. Oh gods, you find yourself praying, please let this be over soon.\n\nThe gods were unkind that day. The men fuck you for hours in an endless orgy. Spitroasting you between their cocks, they penetrate your every orifice. Halfway through, you had given yourself to moans and whimpers, falling into the throes of lust.\n\nMuch as you would hate to admit it, the sensation of being fucked is better than anything you have ever felt before. Better than fucking as a man ever was.\n\nEventually, even Javier joins in the fun. With one man at each side holding you up, they present you to him, pushing you onto his sizeable cock. As your loose cunt swallows his cock, you cannot help but moan from the sensation.\n\nPulling you close, Javier whispers into your ear, "Do you know why I don't believe your shit about being Eric for an instant?"\n\nWith your mind lost to lust, all you can offer is another moan. With disgust and hunger all over his face, he gives you his answer, "It's because you're a slut. How many men have you taken up your cunt in the last hour?"\n\nYou open your mouth, to say that you had no choice, but a hard thrust of his hips makes you scream instead.\n\n"Eric is a real man. One who doesn't get off on being gangbanged." he growls into your ear, "A man that you will never be."\n\nHe finishes with a roar, emptying his load inside you. Is it the fifth or the sixth one there? You can't even remember. With tears gathering in your eyes, you realize he's right. Though the ritual made you a woman, enjoying <i>this</i> is what makes you no longer a man.\n\nAs the next man takes his place before your cunt, you realize that you are Lord Eric no longer. He died after the fifth load you took, moaning and whimpering, into your cunt.\n\nBy the end of their orgy, you have been reduced to a slobbering mess. Drenched in their cum, you no longer have the will to protest, to keep up your 'lie'. When prodded by Javier, you confess to being an assassin, hired by one of your rivals to kill Lord Eric.\n\nAs all lies, it comes with a ring of truth inside it. For who else is responsible for [[the Death of Eric Crowley]]?

Slowly, she engulfs the statue-cock with her mouth, slowly taking it into her throat. It amazes you to see her work. To see her warm lips wrapped around it. To see her struggling to deepthroat it. All for you.\n\nIt is no wonder then that you get hard as rock, your cock standing erect as you watch her suck.\n\nWhen she notices you with your fingers wrapped around your cock, jerking it every time she moves the dildo down her throat, she lets it fall from her mouth as she asks, "Perhaps I should take care of that for you?"\n\nDo you...\n[[Cave to Temptation|Blowjob]]\n[[Keep control]]

Exhausted from the ritual, from breaking in your new pet, you walk through the Tower's labyrinthian hallways with slave in tow.\n\nWhen finally you reach your bedroom, you find the only thought on your mind to be the luxuriant queen-sized bed that stands before you. The Ritual must have taken more out of you than you thought...\n\nOf course, there is the matter of your new pet to take care of. In your slumber, she might try to escape, or worse. Perhaps it would be safer to take some precautions first. Your chains do lie only inches from your bed.\n\nIn the end, you decide to...\n[[Chain her to the wall]]\n[[Invite her to bed]]

<<set $AndrewTrained to 2>>Your essence inside him has made him arrogant. This man needs a lesson on who holds power here.\n\nHard with lust, you press your cock against his entrance, whispering into his ear, "Relax, or you'll be in for a world of pain. You can either give me what I want, or I shall take it from you, kicking and screaming."\n\nYou see fear in his eyes, followed by growing reluctance as he lets his resistance fall away. Even he knows the futility of fighting back. Pushing your cock inside him, you hear him groan and moan as your cock splits him in two.\n\n"Can you feel that?" You growl into his ear, "That's the cock of a real man, making you his bitch. And you like it, don't you?"\n\nHe says nothing, but the hardening of his cock is answer enough.\n\nHis lust is delicious, and you find yourself thrusting harder and faster for more. Your hands on his chest, you feel the bulge of his muscle beneath your hands, beautiful masculinity rippling beneath your fingers.\n\nSoon, you can feel your balls tightening as your climax approaches. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you start jerking him off. With your fingers and your cock, you fuck him to his climax, making him scream as he spurts his seed all over himself.\n\nHis hole tightening around your cock as his body spasms is what finally sends you over the edge. With a gasp, you let loose, flooding his insides with seed and sealing his fate.\n\nFor the longest time, you both lie panting on the bed as you drink his liquid lust.\n\n"Tell me," You whisper to him as you unbind him from your chains, "what is your name?"\n\n"Andrew," comes his weak reply, drained and exhausted.\n\n"Well, Andrew, you can look forward to a long and prosperous partnership between us."\n\nAnd with that, you leave him to his thoughts, closing the guestroom door behind you. Somehow, you doubt he will be leaving your company [[anytime soon|Day Three Evening]].

<<set $desire +=1>>You let fall the last bit of will holding back the beast. With a feral roar, it bursts into existence. Unable to resist its call, you pounce upon the sleeping figure before you.\n\nThe man awakes with a start, eyes widening in fear when he sees the demonic figure on his bed. He starts to scream, but you silence him quickly with your hand over his mouth.\n\nWith your newfound strength, it is an easy task to pin him to the bed, and easier still to pull his legs over his shoulders. When finally he sees you aiming your impossibly long cock at his arse, it dawns upon him what you are about to do.\n\nHe looks at you with soft pleading eyes as you prepare to fuck him.\n\nDo you...\n[[Give in to the beast]]\n[[Resist your urges]]

"You heard me, I want you as my slave." You repeat your demand, this time with more resolve.\n\nThe demon's amusement is soon replaced by anger. "Do you really think that I would surrender myself as slave to some mortal?"\n\n"I don't think you have a choice." You smirk as you continue, "Your Lord Asmodeus demands that you fulfill any desire that I have for the sake of my soul. Do you really want to incur his wrath, demon?"\n\n"He can't possibly expect me to prostate myself before some mortal—"\n\nShe never got to finish. The candles blaze with unearthly light and you feel the room grow hot. An ethereal presence is here and it speaks with a grave and booming voice, "Silence! You <b>will</b> fulfill this mortal's demand."\n\nFor a second, you feel pure and icy fear run through your veins as the presence envelops the demon before you. She begins to scream, crumpling to the ground sa the skin on her cheek begins to twist and burn. In seconds, your name is emblazoned upon her cheek, in the form of a crimson tattoo.\n\nWith its purpose done, the dark presence vanishes as quickly as it had arrived. Its parting message to you, "[[Have fun breaking in your new pet, mortal.|You 3]]"

<<set $control to 3>><<set $affection to 0>><<set $EricMaster to 1>>In an instant, the candle flames go out and the black blood on the floor vanishes without a trace. All signs of the ritual have disappeared, save the demon slave that lies before you. Your slave.\n\nShe looks at you with hate burning in those beautiful eyes. Oh you're going to enjoy turning her into your cockslave.\n\n"What are you doing?" She asks, as you move towards the chest at the corner of the room.\n\nYou give no answer as you open the chest, sifting through its contents. When finally you find what you are looking for, you pull it out into the light, making her eyes narrow at the sight. \n\n"A dildo?" She leers, "Afraid of using your own cock? I promise I won't bite, much."\n\nYou're going to look forward to bringing her down a peg. "I'm not afraid of anything, whore. But you're going to have to work your way up to enjoying the real thing."\n\nYou lay it on ground, its nine inches standing obscene. When you see her glare at the thing, you smirk, "Like it? It's a replica of my own, had to pay quite the pretty penny for it. Though the sculptor never could replicate the way it curves."\n\nShe spits in your face.\n\n"Enough small talk, I want to see you pleasure it, slave. Take it in your mouth." When she refuses, you repeat yourself. "I said, take it in. Your. Mouth."\n\nBefore she can even open her mouth to speak, probably to curse you, the tattoo on her cheek begins to glow with an infernal light. She screams as the thing burns her and to your amusement, hurries to obey your order. The moment she has her lips wrapped around the stone head of your cock, the burning stops. Asmodeus's handiwork, no doubt.\n\n"Now, pleasure it as you would my cock." You order her.\n\nIt amuses you to see her struggle between obedience and dignity, her face an expression of pure hate. But faced with the burning pain of defiance, [[she reluctantly obeys|You 4]].

When you awaken, it is to the cold and pitch black darkness of the statue chamber. With dread, you realize you are paralyzed. Much as you may try to move even the tiniest bit, you are frozen in place by Atramos's dark spell.\n\nEvery second you spend in horrifying paralysis only makes you claw harder against the confines of your arcane prison. But alas, your will is too weak compared to his.\n\nIn the darkness, the seconds become hours, and hours become days, until eventually, you can barely even feel the passing of time. Is it years, or simply months later, when the door opens? You can hardly tell.\n\nA womanly figure stands there, casting her gaze across the statues in the chamber. Aching for release, you will her to see you, and strangely, she does; staring straight at you. Stepping towards you, she gasps at your naked beauty, running her fingers across your bare skin.\n\nAlmost instantly, you come alive once more. The woman gasps as you begin to whimper and moan from her touch. And slowly, her lips curl into a smile, her fingers tracing down to your wet and dripping cunt. And all the while, you are completely and utterly helpless in her grasp...\n\n"My god," she giggles, "aren't you a masterpiece. I think I'm going to enjoy my time here greatly..."\n\nIn the days that follow, the woman comes to visit you often, her sensual ministrations your only reprieve from the maddening silence. Only one day, the visits end.\n\nThe next time the door opens, it is to Atramos, carrying a limp figure in her hands. And with a dark incantation upon his lips, a new masterpiece joins the gallery. And once again, your wait begins...\n\n<b>ENDING M6: CONQUERED BY ATRAMOS - A MASTERPIECE</b>\n<<remember $endingM6 to 1>>

<<set $AndrewTrained to 2>>Slowly, you lower yourself onto his cock, making him moan as more and more of him pushes inside you. The feeling is unbearably hot for you both, this you know by the pain of his intrusion and the hardness of his cock.\n\nBut still, you push on, until he is buried to the hilt inside you. Your hands on his chest, you start to thrust your arse against his cock, letting it slide out to the tip before pushing yourself down to envelop his cock.\n\n"Oh gods," he cries out, in between moans and gasps, "this feels amazing..."\n\nAs you quicken your pace, slamming yourself down with increasing speed and roughness, you too find yourself overwhelmed by lust. Having his cock inside you, hitting your pleasure spot, feels better than anything you've ever experienced and you want more.\n\nSoon, you can feel your balls tightening as the inevitable approaches. And all this while, you have yet to even touch your cock, your climax born entirely of his cock.\n\nWhen his cock pushes deeper inside you than ever, your climax finally comes. With a scream, you spurt load after load of your seed over his muscular body. As your body spasms and trembles from the waves of pleasure that have overtaken you, your hole tightens around his hardness and pushes him over the edge.\n\nSeconds later, you can feel him empty his load inside you, filling you up with his seed.\n\nWith a satisfied sigh, you collapse upon him, panting from your exertions. As the both of you lie with bodies entwined, you can feel no hate nor reluctance as he wraps his arms around you. Only purest subservience.\n\n"Tell me," You whisper to him, minutes later when you unbind him from your chains, "what is your name?"\n\n"Andrew," comes his weak reply, drained and exhausted.\n\n"Well, Andrew, you can look forward to a long and prosperous partnership between us."\n\nAnd with that, you leave him to his thoughts, closing the guestroom door behind you. Somehow, you doubt he will be leaving your company [[anytime soon|Day Three Evening]].

"I am Eric Crowley." You answer proudly, "Eldest son of Eddard Crowley, rightful heir to my lineage and lord of this city. I have called you here to bargain."\n\nThe demon looks upon you, inspecting you from head to toe. Yours is a body of lean muscle, one you are proud to show. Her eyes settle upon your cock, now fully engorged in her presence. At nine inches long, it is the envy of many a man. "Impressive. You know of my price?"\n\n"My soul as forfeit."\n\nThe demon looks at you with an amused expression. "Then tell me, mortal, what is it you desire?"\n\n[[Magic]]\n[[Blessing]]\n[[You]]

"Kneel." You order, and he quickly obeys.\n\nThere is nothing you want more than to reexert your dominance. Than to show him who rules and who serves, something he seems to have forgotten.\n\nSpreading your legs and lifting your skirt, you show him your still-wet cunt. "Now, suck it."\n\n"Sir?" He asks, uncertainty in his eyes.\n\n"I said, suck it." You repeat yourself, this time with more force.\n\nYou can see the reluctance in his eyes, the unwillingness to submit to a woman. And yet, he crumbles. Leaning forward, he buries his tongue in your crotch, sending shivers down your spine as he tongues your clit.\n\nSoon, you can feel his tongue retreat, to be replaced by probing fingers. For a moment, you glare down at him for daring to disobey your order, but as his fingers push deeper inside you, it is all you can do to moan from the pleasure.\n\n"Oh, oh, Javier!" You scream, as you spurt more of your juices over his fingers.\n\nWhen finally, you come down from your ecstasy high, you can feel a difference about him. A strange conflict in his eyes where once was total subservience. <<set $JavierRelationship to 2>>\n\n[[Onwards]]

Entering the Great Hall, you find your visitor standing in the center of the hall, a man with tall stature and handsome features. His eyes narrow when he sees you, and you recognize him instantly as Lord Walter Darry, your greatest political rival.\n\nYou were friends once, a long time ago, but things ended over...\n[[A Woman]]\n[[Love Turned Sour]]

You pull out at the last moment, spraying your load all over his face and chest. Mad with lust, he licks up every drop.\n\nEmpty and spent, you reach for his cock, barely large enough to be even called a man's any longer. All it takes is for the slightest lick for him to gush, flooding your mouth with seed. And this, you swallow gladly, every drop invigorating you with power.\n<<set $DavidMale to 1>>\nLying on the bed, spent and exhausted, he slowly reverts to his original form, the man he once was.\n\nFor a moment, you are tempted to join him there, but you find yourself interrupted by [[gasp from behind you]].

Your grandfather was many things. Soldier, scholar and patriarch. And he lived life to the fullest, gathering many mementos over his lifetime. Each one placed on its own pedestal with accompanying plaque and story that he never failed to tell.\n\nLooking through the long aisle of pedestals, you search for an answer. You don't even know what you are looking for, only that somewhere amongst your grandfather's artifacts is something that must be able to help you.\n\nAfter an hour spent searching through the artifacts, you finally come across one you think might help you.\n\n

Gladly, the man positions himself before your mouth, letting the tip of his cock rest inches away from your lips.\n\n"Well, go on then," the guardsman growls, "this cock ain't gonna suck itself!"\n\nOpening your mouth, you begin to lick the tip of his cock. Tasting his salty pre, you begin to tease at the swollen head, making him gasp from the wet sensation.\n\nGrowing encouraged, you start to take more of him into your mouth, licking seductively along the shaft of his cock. Going slowly, however, only serves to make the man impatient. With a growl, he grabs you by the hair and rams his cock past your pretty lips\n\nMercilessly, he begins to face-fuck you, ramming his cock down your throat with reckless abandon. Even as you begin to choke, his pace only grows faster and more desperate. Trapped in your womanly form, it is all you can do to push helplessly against him, and whimper against his cock as he ravages your throat.\n\nSoon, you can feel his muscles grow tight and his thrusting grow wilder, and you know his climax is approaching. With a groan, he delivers the final thrust, emptying load after load of his hot seed down your throat.\n\nRemembering the angel's words, you drink eagerly of his essence. With every load that finds its way down your throat, his cock shrinks and his body grows feminine. It is all he can do to gasp as his chest and hips begin to swell, and as his manhood vanishes fast.\n\nAnd as he changes, so do you. Already, your muscles have begun to bulge, your cock sprouting once more from your groin and your breasts vanishing to the muscular chest you once had. With a smile, you swallow the last of his load, [[finishing the transformation|Lace Good 2]].

You find the mage exactly where you left him. Chained by his wrists and ankles onto the bed and without a scrap of clothing on him. With his muscles bared for all to see, glistening beneath the light, he makes for a magnificent sight.\n\nThe moment he sees you, he growls, "Free me, you fiend!"\n\n"Now why would I do that?" Your lips curl into a smile as you run your hands across his body, across the bulge of his muscles and his hard sex. Just the sight of him makes your mouth water, for his body overflows with masculinity.\n\nAll the while, he twists and turns on the bed, struggling against his restraints. With his strength, it won't be long before the chains give way.\n\nYou...\n[[Punish him|Punish Andrew]]\n[[Tame him|Tame Andrew]]

"Sixty-Three Souls!" The woman shouts. "Oh, Damien, I could do this all night long!"\n\nFaced with his opponent's unassailable confidence, the man finally concedes. "Fine, Laura, you win."\n\nAt that, the woman squeals in delight. With the bidding concluded, your cage is wheeled away by the mage behind the stage. And there, you wait in cold darkness for your new owner to [[claim you|Madame Page]].

<<set $WasDressed to 1>><<set $WitchMurder to 1>>Trembling with rage, you can feel the flame burning inside you, growing brighter with every second that you have to see that fake smile plastered onto Javier's face.\n\n"I will not sit here," you turn towards him with hateful eyes, "and be threatened by a servant. Least of all one as pathetic as you."\n\n"Why you fucking bitch, I'm gonna—" He raises his hand, ready to strike you, but you act first. From your hands, lightning arcs, striking him in the chest and flinging him across the room with a thunderous crash. There he lies, smoke rising from his chest.\n\nThe faint sound of a groan tells you that he isn't dead, merely unconscious. But the sound of footsteps in the distance tells you that you can't stay here any longer.\n\n"I have to get out of here," you mumble to yourself, as the footsteps grow louder. Soon, they are outside the room, blocking your only exit.\n\nWith panic rising inside you, you look out the window, your only other option. Just as the door slams open, you vanish from sight, [[leaving nothing but your dress where you stand|teleport]].

<<set $control +=1>><<set $affection +=1>><<set $JavierRelationship to 1>>"You need to be punished.", you say menacingly. It is not enough for him to feel remorse. As his master, it is your responsibility to keep him in line, to ensure the threat of punishment never fades by making him feel its sting.\n\n"Slave," you say to the Demoness, "suck him."\n\n"What?" the Demoness laughs, "My lips are hardly punishment. And he's drained already, there's a pitiful amount of essence left inside him."\n\n"Oh, being sucked off won't be his punishment. Wanting it to end will be." You reply, with a sinister grin on your face.\n\nIt takes seconds for understanding to dawn upon them both. You can see the fear and lust growing in Javier's eyes when he realises what his punishment will be. And you see the Demoness's lips curl into a smile as she crawls over to give it to him.\n\nSmiling with sadistic pleasure, you watch as she begins to suck him off, soon making him hard again. The minutes go by as she sucks him to climax, swallowing what little remains of his seed. But even then, she does not stop.\n\nWith his cock still sensitive from climax, his moans soon turn to gasps and whimpers as she runs her tongue over the engorged head of his cock, overwhelming his senses.\n\nContinuing to suck, the Demoness is intent on milking him of every last drop. A fact that Javier has begun to realise is far from pleasurable. Reduced to groans and whimpers, he finds himself coming again. And again. And again.\n\nBy his fourth time, he has nothing left to give, his body spasming. Knowing better than to defy his Master's punishment, all he can do is scream as he enters yet another dry orgasm.\n\n"Please! Sir, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He screams.\n\nAnd that, you decide, is enough. With a word, you end his punishment. Pulling off his cock, the Demoness licks her lips and smiles, "Never knew you had it in you, Master."\n\nAn insolent remark, but seeing the subservience in her eyes, you let it slide. [[For now|Next Event]].

Your grandfather was a collector of the exotic and esoteric, fascinated by the presence of the arcane. And after his death, your father continued his legacy. Looking at their collection of relics, it isn't difficult to see where your own obsession with eldritch powers comes from.\n\n"Javier, start searching through the relics. If there's a solution to be found, it has to be here." Diving into them, you begin to look for the smallest sign of the infernal, the smallest clue towards an answer.\n\nit takes you hours, searching through chest after dusty chest, rooting through countless boxes, before you finally come across...\n\n[[The Strange Idol]]

"He must have went this way..." You mumble to yourself as you follow the leftward path. You walk along it for hours, shouting for that mysterious man and cursing him for leaving you here. Over time, you find yourself growing hungrier, thirstier and losing hope with every step.\n\nJust as you were about to give up hope of ever finding aid, you see greenery in the distance. <i>Finally!</i> You think to yourself, <i>something other than damned rocks!</i> As you get closer towards it, you come to realize it is a verdant glade, its greenery a sharp contrast to the barren mountainland around it.\n\nIt is strange to find such a glade, when all you have come across thus far has been nothing but rocks. For a moment, you wonder if it could be something else... But then, you hear the sound of rushing water. \n\nThirsty and desperate, you charge through the trees. And there, in the clearing before you, lies a beautifully pristine river of clearest water. Thirstier than you have ever been your whole life, you...\n\n[[Take a sip]]\n[[Drink your fill]]

You lift his legs over his shoulders and position your cock before his hole. When it dawns upon him what you are going to do, he whimpers softly, closing his eyes before the inevitable.\n\nPushing your cock against his hole, you drive it home. What comes after is a long and sensual fuck. For a man as masculine as he is, he takes quickly to having a cock in his arse, and even begins to moan and scream just like his wife did.\n\nWith every thrust, you begin to feel him change beneath you. His muscles growing thin, his thick cock shrinking and his balls retreating into his body. And as his masculinity drips away, you drink every drop of it, finding your muscles growing thick and hard and your stature grow taller, becoming the very image of masculinity he once was.\n\nSoon, you begin to feel your balls tighten, as the inevitable draws near.\n\n[[Finish Him]]

<<set $prowess +=1>>You whisper words of the demon tongue, words you never even remembered learning. Almost instantly, the man gasps as his cock grows erect.\n\n"Oh gods!" He gasps, as his cock begins to throb and dribble pre-cum from its slit. "What's happening to me?"\n\nSoon, he is overcome by lust, unable to resist wrapping his hands around his cock and jerking off in your presence. The sight of him doing so makes you mad with lust, and you...\n\n[[Suck him]]\n[[Fuck him]]

For the longest time, you are kept chained in your quarters, like a bird in a cage. Your mind slowly turning to rot while you stare endlessly at the bedroom ceiling. Every night, she will come into your room, sometimes in your shape, sometimes in her own, to sate her demonic lust on your cock. Beyond the bargain you've made, it's the only reason she needs you; your cock.\n\nAfter some time (you don't remember how long), she decides to free you from your quarters and grant you a semblance of freedom. But that freedom is a double-edged blade, for it comes with a price. One she took gladly from your mouth, making you a mute with her knife.\n\nAnd for the rest of your life, you would wait on her hand and foot. Much like Javier once did for you. What became of him, you never learn. Poor Javier.\n\nBy then, you will have become a shadow of your former self, to the point that nobody recognizes you any longer. Some days, you will spend hours pleasuring her(him), sucking her(your) cock, taking it up your arse and screaming his name. Other days, you are passed around like a whore between her friends in a day-long orgy. She's made it her life mission to humiliate you and make you dirt.\n\nEventually, many years down the road, you will come to forget the life you used to live and the man you used to be. Eventually, you will forget your name and go by another one; Javier.\n\nIn time, you will learn that she has broken you in ways you never could with her. In your quest to tame a demon, it would seem that you have become her pet.\n\n<b>ENDING Y1: LOST CONTROL - PET</b>\n<<remember $endingY1 to 1>>

"You don't understand." You reply, edging back as he advances towards you. "T-this isn't my body! I-I used to be a—"\n\n"A man?" He answers for you, "Oh, I know. Demons always <i>do</i> love tricking their prey. I myself found magic the same way you did, from a wretched demon's curse. Do I must admit, I got better."\n\nThe knowledge that the towering hulk that stands before you now could have once been a woman is unbelievable to you. And for a moment, it creates the glimmer of hope that you too could return to being the man you once were.\n\n"Join me," He says, wrapping one hand around his engorged cock, "and I promise you will get <i>this</i> back at the end of your service. Say no and I will cast you out into the world. Then, we can see just how well you can survive in the world beyond in your new form."\n\n[[Join Him]]\n[[Say No]]

<p align="center"><b>DAY ONE</b></p>\n\nWhen you awaken, two robes are laid out before you on the table. One red, one white. Lying upon them is a note written in hasty scrawl: "Pick one."\n\nHuh. The two robes are both skimpy to the extreme, with only the barest minimum even being covered. The white robe is made of thin fabric that is soft to touch and when held up to the light, seems almost transparent! When worn, it leaves little to imagination.\n\nThe black robe is made of thicker stuff, full of straps and coils. When worn, the skintight fabric clings to your flesh, making your curves all the more obvious.\n\nWhich do you wear?\n[[White|White Robe]]\n[[Black|Black Robe]]

"Lord Darry," you call out, flashing him your winning smile.\n\n"Ah, if it isn't the great Lord Crowley," he drawls, his voice a mockery of courtesy as he gives you an insincere bow.\n\n"What do you want, Walter?"\n\n"Why, I've come to warn you, milord. A demon is on the loose."\n\nHearing that turns your blood to ice. Is your secret out already?\n\n"A winged creature was spotted flying through the city last night," he continues, "and countless citizens have filed reports about his demonic features. <<if $FrankFemale is 1>>Add to that the disappearances in the residential quarter...<<endif>><<if $FrankFuta is 1>>Add to that the disappearances in the residential quarter...<<endif>><<if $DavidFemale is 1>>Add to that the disappearance of a prominent noble...<<endif>>"\n\nHe eyes you for the slightest change in your expression as he finishes, "The people are afraid, on the verge of riot. You know how fear always leads to unrest."\n\n"Sounds like a job for the city guardsmen, why are you telling me this?" You ask, releasing the breath you didn't even realize you were holding when you realize your secret is safe.\n\n"I would like to request for the reformation of the Holy Brotherhood."\n\n"The faith is forbidden to bear arms. And what good would they do but rouse unrest with their zeal?" You dismiss him in an instant. You know why he seeks to reform them, and you know why doing so would be a great danger to yourself.\n\n"They are the only people in this city with any true knowledge on demon-hunting. You of all people should know this." He answers, with rising frustration in his voice. "Look, Eric, I didn't come here to quarrel. I came here for the greater good, a demon is on the loose and the people are in panic."\n\nHe continues on, ambitious glint in his eyes, "This is an opportunity, don't you see? Imagine... If we capture a demon, well, we'll be heroes and demonslayers, the pride of the realm. Not even the Emperor could say no to us then. Let us bury the old hatchet and unite again, as Crowley and Darry, the greatest political force this realm shall ever see."\n\nDo you...\n[[Accept his offer?]]\n[[or Reject it?]]

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"I want what you have." You announce, eyes drawn to her beautiful form. "I want His blessing."\n\n"Are you certain, mortal?" The demon asks, eyeing you with dark intensity. "To receive his blessing requires more than your soul. It demands from you servitude to lust, now and forevermore. Are you sure this is what you desire?"\n\nYou answer...\n[[Yes]]\n[[No|Who dares call upon the Lord of Hell?]]

The sound of his footsteps echoes throughout the halls and you stand still as a statue, frozen in fear.\n\nAs the footsteps grow louder and louder, you know without a doubt that he is coming towards you. Then, you hear the creak of the steel door opening and your fears are confirmed: He's here.\n\nIt is only when your fear is at its limit that you remember your magic.\n\n[[Fly]]\n[[Disappear]]

"All I want," you say between clenched teeth, "is an apology."\n\nThat, he gives freely. "I'm sorry, master. Truly, I am."\n\nYou can barely even look at him, after what he did to you. Clearly however, he doesn't feel the same, for you can still feel his lusty gaze upon you. <<set $JavierRelationship to 3>>\n\n[[Onwards]]

You stand victorious over his body, ready to sate your lust upon his flesh.\n\nBatting aside his feeble attempts at struggling, you kiss him hard and rough. In seconds, you can feel his resistance fall away before irresistable lust. And soon, he is kissing you back, lips pressed hungrily against yours as your tongues dance between you.\n\nFar too easy.\n\n[[Ravage Him]]\n[[Pleasure Him]]

When you empty your load inside him, his transformation completes and his fate is sealed. No longer a man, she sobs into your chest.\n<<set $FrankFemale to 1>>\n"There, there," you whisper into her ear with mock concern, "I'll take care of you. Don't worry."\n\nYou rock her in your arms until she is asleep. With your hunger and anger sated, you take your leave of this mortal house, with [[your new slave in your arms|End Night]].

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<<set $LaraTrained to 1>>From the sidelines, you and Javier watch as the men undress, stepping out of their uniform and into your slave's cell. There, they take their turns at groping her and feeling her up, making her snarl and growl at every touch.\n\nTired of the slave's incessant screaming, Javier shouts, "Would somebody shut her up?"\n\nA guard does just that, silencing her with his cock. Positioning himself before her face, he spits, "If I feel any teeth, I'll be knocking all of them out."\n\nAnd with that, plunges himself into her mouth. Growing emboldened, one of the guards starts finger her cunt, plunging his fingers inside her and by scissoring them, starts making her wet with desire.\n\n"Looks like she's starting to enjoy it," says another guard, "just wait till she feels my cock inside her."\n\n"No," Javier speaks, loud and commanding, "You are not to fuck her. That pleasure is reserved for the Master."\n\nYou cannot help but smile as the guards collectively groan. Bristling with lust denied, they take out their frustrations out on her luscious lips. One by one, they take their turn fucking her face, thrusting their cocks inside her throat.\n\nAll the while, you can see her growing wet with every man that fucks her. Much as she may want to deny it, her traitorous body betrays her, by thrusting and gyrating against the fingers in her cunt. Desperate for the orgasm she will never have.\n\nAnd one by one, they empty their loads all over her face, drenching her in their seed. The mere sight of it makes you hungry with desire.\n\nAfter the last man is spent and done, you enter the cell. Reduced to a blubbering mess, she looks up at you with eyes glazed over and devoid of defiance.\n\n"Tell me, girl." You say to her, "What is your name?"\n\nFor a moment, she hesitates, before answering, "L-Lara."\n\nThe sound of her words brings a smile to your face. She is [[yours now|Day Three Evening]].

When next you awaken, it is in Callum's arms, lying beneath the stars. Both of you are nude, your bodies entwined. You can feel his cock pressing against your cunt as he sleeps. This was the man that raped you, along with his brothers, and yet, you find yourself felling content in his arms. Happy even.\n\nJust inches away, his brothers lie sleeping and snoring around the dying embers of the campfire.\n\nAs you lie in his arms, you can't help but feel as though you are forgetting something. As though something is amiss. For a moment, you see flashes of a tower, a ritual and a demoness. Sensing your stiffness, your lover awakens, pulling you close as he covers your back in kisses.\n\nWhen his cock pushes inside you, you gasp, wrapping your limbs around his hips out of instinct. In the throes of lust, you push your wayward memories to the back of your mind, focusing only on the man before you. The last thought you have, before you surrender yourself to his cock, is that it mustn't have been important anyway.\n\n<b>ENDING M3: LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS - FORGOTTEN</b>\n<<remember $endingM3 to 1>>

<<if $Brotherhood is 1>><<set $WalterRelationship to 1>>You find Walter in his estate,

You fly high above your city, until you find yourself soaring above Dagely Manor, and across the street, your destination. Diving, you land before the derelict manor. The building is a ramshackle one, old and on the verge of collapse. And yet, the sound of voices, the sound of the living echoes from within.\n\nWhat secrets does this old manor hide?\n\n[[Investigate]]

The Client that stands before you is a brawny hulk of a man, whose muscles strain against the confines of his guardsman's uniform.\n\nHis lips twist into a smile the moment he sees you. By the huge bulge in his pants, you can tell that this will be anything but pleasant. Eagerly, he begins to strip, throwing aside the chain and leather as he climbs onto the bed.\n\nWhen you finally lay eyes on his cock, you cannot help but gasp at the sight. The thing is huge, nine inches long at the very least. Though it is no bigger than your own (when you were still a man), the thought of taking him makes you shudder.\n\n"Ah, a blushing maiden, are ya?" He laughs, as he climbs atop you, "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this..."\n\nFull of lust, he begins to paw and grope at your body, leaving no crevice untouched by his fingers or his cock. Under his rough ministrations, you cannot help but moan and whimper, thrusting out your chest to meet his groping hands and kissing him back with lips full of passion.\n\nFinally, when his impatience grows too great, he grunts, "Do you wanna suck or be fucked?"\n\nAnd in the heat of the moment, you answer:\n"[[Suck.|Lace Good]]"\n"[[Fuck me.|Lace Bad]]"

Javier serves you lunch in your room, a simple dish of rice and chicken, all of it drenched generously in white sauce. While the food looks luxuriant, the sauce smells strange to you, exuding an almost pungent odour that makes you hesitant to eat.\n\n"What is this?" you ask, poking at the dish with a fork.\n\n"My own creation, miss," He gives you a smile, one that puts you ill at ease. "I had it specially made, just for you."\n\nYou reluctantly taste your first spoonful of the stuff. The moment it touches your tongue, you realize just what the sauce is, spitting it out in disgust. To that, Javier continues, "I call this dish, Liar's Regret."\n\nYour spoon makes a loud clatter as it falls, spilling its contents onto the floor.\n\n"W-what do you mean?" You stutter, as you begin to edge away from the man before you.\n\n"You lied to me." he speaks, with a cold voice that turns your blood to ice. "You're no Lady. There's no such woman as Lady Erica. I've checked. So, who are you, really?"\n\n[[Keep to your Lie]]\n[[Admit the Truth]]

"Yes, your Master invited me here." you find yourself using the first excuse that comes to mind. "I'm Lady Erica, a... friend of his."\n\n"Lady Erica?" As he gives you a once over, you can hear him mumble, "No wonder he wanted his privacy for the night, this woman's a knockout."\n\n"So where is he then?" His eyes are drawn towards your chest, much as you try to hide it.\n\n"What?"\n\n"Where's Lord Eric?" He repeats, still gazing intently at your assets.\n\n"He's out. Said he wouldn't be back for a week." You answer, unable to think of a reason why.\n\nHe looks you in the eye for one long second before nodding, all hostility fading in an instant, "Alright then, we'd better get you some clothes then."\n\nHuh, that was easier than you expected it to be. Perhaps living eccentrically does have its perks. For one thing, the servants never question why their Master acts so strangely.\n\nHe leads you through the labyrinthian hallways of the Tower. Soon, you find yourself in a guest room, with a bed that countless mistresses have slept on.\n\n"You'll find some clothes in there," he points to the cabinet. "Lunch'll be served in an hour, [[if you plan on staying]]."

<<set $prowess +=1>>You invoke your dark and eldritch powers with words of the demon tongue, words you never even realized you'd learned. This mere utterance of them throws him across the room and slams him against the wall.\n\nTaking advantage of his weakness, you pounce upon him. Throwing aside his club, you render him powerless as you begin to rip away his clothes, to unveil the hard muscle underneath. The man spits in your face, "Get off me, demon!"\n\nLooking down, you are impressed by the sight. The man is big, at six inches flaccid.\n\n"Not before I punish you for what you did, mortal." You growl into his ear.\n\n[[Punish Him]]

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It is minutes later when you find yourself in your Tower again, with your new slave asleep in your arms.\n\n<<if $AndrewMale > 0>> You carry him to your guestroom, leaving him on the silken bed. Before you leave, you chain him by his wrists and ankles. One never can be too careful with a mage.<<endif>>\n<<if $AndrewMale is 0>>You carry her to your guestroom, leaving her on the silken bed. Before you leave, you chain her by her wrists and ankles. One never can be too careful with a mage.<<endif>>\n\nAnd with that, you retire to your chambers, taking on your human guise as you drift off into [[peaceful slumber|Day Three]].

"Javier, I'm Eric." You confess, and from it, you find yourself unable to stop, telling him the entirety of your story. Of how you had summoned a demon and bargained with it, of how you made the mistake of asking for magic, only to be turned into a girl.\n\nAs your story grows more and more incredulous, his expression too grows more and more hostile. "If you are who you say you are, <i>Sir</i>, then where are the signs of the Ritual?"\n\nYou look around, searching for the smallest trace of black blood or perhaps singe marks on the floor, but you find none. Realizing how this must look, you point to the pile of clothes in the corner, "Please, you have to believe me! I'm Eric!"\n\n"You know what I think?" he asks, "I think you're a liar. Are you an assassin or a whore?"\n\n"Please, Javier, you have to believe me." You cry, trying to make him see the truth, but how could he?\n\n"You're coming into the Dungeon with me, lady, and you're gonna stay there until the Master comes back."\n\nGrabbing you by the hand, he pulls you roughly towards the door.\n\nDo you...\n[[Resist him]]\n[[Follow]]

<<set $JavierRelationship to 1>>Ever the image of professionalism, Javier merely gives you a wry smile while you blush. By the expression on his face, one would think nothing amiss. Though you do note the growing bulge in his pants as he dresses you in the rest of your clothes.\n\nNow, [[Business Awaits]].

<<set $BlackRobe to 1>>The black robe maximizes your sexual appeal. When you wear it, you feel more exposed than you were before, with only the tiniest scraps of cloth to offer you modesty. Alas, it would seem that modesty is one of the trade-offs of your apprenticeship.\n\nStaring into the mirror though, you cannot help but feel arousal for yourself. If you were still a man, you would not hesitate before screwing the living daylights out of the woman you are now.\n\nBefore you can ponder more about your appearance however, there comes the sound of [[knocking on your bedroom door]].

Wisely, you take your leave of the magician and head towards your quarters. You turn back only once and catch a glimpse of him, lumbering towards his own room before slamming the door shut.\n\nWithin your quarters, you find a simple and sparsely decorated chamber, with a bed, table and wardrobe. Exhausted after the experiences of your day, you crash onto the bed, [[finding sleep moments later]].

Slowly, you see him change. His hips growing wider, his breasts growing bigger and his cock shrinking to a nub. Soon, his cock and balls are little more than an empty mound. With another hard thrust, you split it open into a cunt.\n\nAnd as his masculinity seeps away, you drink every drop of it, feeling your body growing thicker and tighter with every thrust.\n\nShe gasps when she sees the change that has overcome her and the cunt she now has.\n\nSoon, you can feel your climax building up in your balls. With a scream, you...\n[[Come inside her|Mage Fem]]\n[[Pull out|Mage Masc]]

When next you awaken, it is in a dank and dirty cellar, with your wrists and ankles chained to the wall. Try as you might to free yourself, all you succeed in doing is making a racket. That was when you heard a man's voice coming from upstairs, "Our guest must be awake."\n\nSoon, the cellar door slams open, with a man and woman soon walking into sight. Both of them eye you with hate, but in the woman's eyes lies fear, while the man's eyes holds disgust.\n\n"Free me, mortals!" You shout, struggling against your restraints once more.\n\nThe woman shirks back in fear and the man assures her, "Don't worry, Jane, the chains'll hold him. Made'em myself."\n\n"Oh Frank, we should be sending for a priest!" The woman blubbers, "We can't possibly keep him here, can we?"\n\n"We can and we will," the man growled back, "I want to see him pay for all that he did to you."\n\n"Your woman enjoyed it as much as I did, fool." You laugh. It is an action you soon regret, when the man gives you a hard kick to the side.\n\n"Shut your mouth, monster!" He spits at you.\n\n"Please, Frank. We can't keep him, I'm so afraid... Please, let's send for the priest."\n\nFrank looks at his wife and you can see him measuring his doubt against his hatred of you. In the end, he decides to...\n\n[[Punish you himself]]\n[[Send for the priest]]

In a flash, the angel appears before you both. A gesture of her hands is all it takes to free you of your bonds, and to trap the guardsman in the bonds that once held you. With a smile, she speaks, "I must say, I did not expect you to be able to break free of the curse... But now that you have, I must thank you for giving the Scarlet Hand its newest girl."\n\nAt the sound of that, the ex-guardsman begins to struggle against her bonds and scream for help. Alas, it seems that no one will be helping her anytime soon.\n\nSeeing the girl's defiance, the angel frowns. "Oh, this won't do. The Scarlet Hand prides itself on the most pliable of women."\n\nIn a flash of inspiration, you suggest, "Perhaps she needs breaking in? I believe I know just the man who can do that."\n\n"Oh my," the angel smiles wickedly, "giving her a taste of her own medicine? Why not?"\n\nClimbing onto the bed, you deliver to the girl all the pain she gave to you, and more. By the time you leave her, there is not one scrap of defiance, or any semblance of the man she once was, left upon her. [[A night well spent, it seems.|Day 3 End]]

It is hours later when you awaken, in the same featureless chamber as before. This time, the creature that fucked you lies in the corner of the room, twitching and curling in what appears to be sleep. It seems that after hours of ravaging your body, its lust is at long last sated. Yours, however, is anything but.\n\nDriven by desperate desire, you crawl towards him and nudge his tentacles to life. With a sigh, you welcome its presence inside you again, letting it penetrate you with renewed vigor.\n\nSuddenly, you hear a faint click and a secret door opens to reveal Lady Scarlet. Stepping into the room, she casts her gaze upon you and frowns. "As I expected, a demon falls prey to lust."\n\nTurning back, she leaves you alone with the lust demon, the sound of your moaning trailing in her wake.\n\nTrapped in his wet embrace, you find yourself in an endless chain of orgasms. For the rest of your life, you will squirm and crawl in that dark chamber, little more than a slave to desire. Never truly sated, you will always seek the beast's embrace, and always, he shall give it to you.\n\nIn the end, your mind is lost to lust, conquered by your inner desires.\n\n<b>ENDING B7: SCARLET HAND - TENTACLE SLAVE</b>\n<<remember $endingB7 to 1>>

She smiles, and with a gesture, opens the door with the angel's wings. As you move to enter however, she places a palm on your chest and says in a seductive tone, "Payment first."\n\nBefore you can even speak a single word, she pulls you into her cold embrace. When her lips press against yours, you feel no spark, no sensuality in the act. Instead, you can feel your energy seeping away, the mere touch of your skin draining you of your essence. <<set $prowess -=1>>\n\nWhen finally you part for breath, you feel dizzy and lightheaded. In your dazed state, you are more than pliable as she leads you into the room. The last thing you remember before blacking out is streaks of rainbow light [[dancing across your vision|Pain 2]].

<<set $control +=1>>You pull out of her mouth at the last second. And with a feral moan, you come all over her face. Load after load of your seed spills onto her cheeks, her lips and her breasts. The sight of your seed all over her face gives you a feeling of power and absolute authority, unlike any other. And it makes you feel euphoric.\n\n"Drink it up, slave." You order. And gladly, she follows, gathering it in her fingers and drinking every drop.\n\nOnce you are satisfied that she has wasted nothing, you speak, "[[Time for bed, slave.|You 5]] It's been a long day."

After stripping out of your clothes and your illusion on the topmost level of your tower, you take flight. Flying high in the sky, you search the city below you for a new victim on which to sate your hunger.\n\nStrangely, you find yourself irresistably drawn towards the High District. As though some invisible force were pulling you towards it. Flying lower and lower, you soon see the source of this strange force: A manor from which light flows from its uppermost window, like an invitation for you to enter.\n\nUnable to resist, you head towards it, [[flying in]] through the open window without an ounce of hesitation in your body.

"Fuck you!" is your answer. Kicking and screaming once more in their arms, you fight back with renewed vigor. Finally, one of your hands tear free of your captors and before you know it, you cast a spell.\n\nSpeaking arcane words, you unleash fire from your palms, making the guards scream as it singes their flesh. All of them leap back, desperate to get away and letting you drop free from their grasp.\n\n"Witch!" one of them shouts.\n\n"Get her!" screams another.\n\nTogether, they advance upon you, cornering you against the wall. Even with your fire, you can't hold them back forever.\n\nWhimpering, you realize that you've never ever wanted to be somewhere else as much as you do now. Closing your eyes, you will yourself to be somewhere else, anywhere else.\n\nThen, you feel a strange sensation that begins from your cunt and races [[through your body...|teleport]]

"Sir, you have a visitor requesting your audience, he's waiting for you in the Great Hall." Javier says as he walks you through the tower's labyrinthian hallways.\n\nAs Lord of the City, you have a responsibility to your citizens. One that you are often loathe to fulfill; now moreso than ever. Having received Asmodeus's Blessing, mortal matters have become insignificant, replaced by a burning lust for sex that you must feeding.\n\n<<if $DavidFemale is 1>>"Milord, there is also the matter of the woman I found in the guestroom. Is she one of yours?" Javier asks.\n\n"Yes." You give him a dark smile, "Got her last night. She'll be the newest addition to the house staff."\n\nYou can just see the gears turning in Javier's head as he remembers the last woman that ended up in your guest room. By the time you arrive outside the Great Hall, the bulge in his pants has become too obvious to ignore.\n\n"I presume she needs training as well? Like the others?" He asks, with excitement barely contained in his voice.\n\nYou answer with a nod. "Start with the basic regime, I want her ready for me by week's end."<<endif>>\n<<if $DavidMale is 1>>"Milord, there is also the matter of the letter that came this morning. Mysterious thing, it is. Addressed from one David Andersen. Do you know who he is?"\n\n"David Andersen? No, I can't say I do."\n\n"He's heir to the Andersen fortune, one of the old nobility it seems." Javier continues, "His letter's waiting for you on your desk in the Library."<<endif>>\n<<if $FrankFemale is 1>>"Milord, there is also the matter of the woman I found in the guestroom. Is she one of yours?" Javier asks.\n\n"Yes." You give him a dark smile, "Got her last night. She'll be the newest addition to the house staff."\n\nYou can just see the gears turning in Javier's head as he remembers the last woman that ended up in your guest room. By the time you arrive outside the Great Hall, the bulge in his pants has become too obvious to ignore.\n\n"I presume she needs training as well? Like the others?" He asks, with excitement barely contained in his voice.\n\nYou answer with a nod. "Start with the basic regime, I want her ready for me by week's end."<<endif>>\n<<if $FrankFuta is 1>>"Milord, there is also the matter of the woman I found in the guestroom. Is she one of yours?" Javier asks.\n\n"Yes." You give him a dark smile, "Got her last night. She'll be the newest addition to the house staff."\n\nYou can just see the gears turning in Javier's head as he remembers the last woman that ended up in your guest room. By the time you arrive outside the Great Hall, the bulge in his pants has become too obvious to ignore.\n\n"I presume she needs training as well? Like the others?" He asks, with excitement barely contained in his voice.\n\nYou answer with a nod. "Start with the basic regime, I want her ready for me by week's end."<<endif>>\n\nAnd with that, Javier leaves you to [[your visitor]].

With his eyes boring into yours and his body pinning you down, you can see no other way out of your predicament. Opening your mouth, you welcome the tip of his cock with your tongue and taste the saltiness of his slit.\n\n"That's it, slut," he moans, "take my cock."\n\nAnd take it you do. He sighs as you begin to take more of him into your mouth. It seems almost like second nature for you, to be running tongue across his length, to be sucking on his cock, to be tasting his juices.\n\nImpatient with your slow pace, Javier decides to take things into his own hands. Grabbing you by the skull, he begins to ram his cock down your throat, not even caring when you gag.\n\nAs you suck, his hungry fingers roam across your body, lifting your skirt to find your gash. When he touches it, his fingers probing its wetness, he gives a loud hoot. "Well what do we have here, looks like you're getting off on this too, slut."\n\nMuch as you want to resist, much as every bone in your body screams that this is wrong, you can't help but be turned on as he violates your throat. Something about losing control to this man, this man who was once your own servant, turns you on like nothing else.\n\nIt isn't long before you feel his thrusts grow desperate and his moans grow frantic. His climax is approaching. And with his fingers banging your cunt, yours is too.\n\nTogether, you come. Him emptying his load down your throat while you spurt your juices all over his fingers. And as you swallow wad after wad of his seed, you are soon find its taste no longer bitter, but sweet.\n\n"Now," he pants, "[[I think you owe me an explanation|Explanation]]."

Looking into his eyes, you begin to feel a change overcome you. With every thrust of his hips, you can feel your muscles growing tight and stronger. With every kiss from his lips, you feel searing pain as horns protrude from your temples, as something begins to sprout from your back. And with every moan from your lips, you can feel your cock growing, inch by inch, flopping helplessly while he fucks you.\n\nSoon, you feel your climax approaching. With his cock slamming inside you, hitting you in ways that you never imagined, you can feel your balls grow tight as the inevitable nears.\n\nWhen finally the moment dawns, when you can hold back no more, you let loose the fruits of your lust. The two of you climax at the same time, screaming and moaning together as the final stage of the metamorphosis overtakes you.\n\nLoad after load, he empties into your hole. As you come all over his chest, you can feel the leathery wings emerge fully from your back and your horns growing heavier on your head.\n\nWhen the last drop falls from your cock, you feel your world growing dark. The last thing you remember is Asmodeus's whispered words, "[[Welcome to the world, incubus.|Blessing 4]]"

"Ah, the maiden can't wait to be fucked, can she?" He laughs, making you blush.\n\nThe guardsman rips off your lace panties and spreads your legs, revealing your wet and dripping cunt. Teasing it with his fingers, he laughs at the way you twist and shudder from his ministrations. It feels so wrong, to be getting off on such womanly desire, and yet, you cannot deny the lust burning deep inside you.\n\n"You ready? It's time for something bigger than fingers now..." With a growl, he penetrates you with his cock, pushing inside your tight little cunt.\n\n"Aw fuck," he growls, "You're so damn tight!"\n\nAs he pushes deeper and deeper inside you, your world is pain. For it seems that the angel's lace has left you with a virgin cunt. Screaming and groaning, it is all you can do to press your fingers against his chest as he rams his cock inside you. Only now do you realize just how helpless you are in the face of his desperate lust.\n\nFucking you with long and hard thrusts, you never quite adapt to the pain, gasping and panting with every push. But it isn't long before you find pleasure amidst it too.\n\nSoon, you can feel his thrusts grow wilder and his muscles grow tighter, and you know that the end is coming. With one final thrust, he delivers load after load, deep inside you...\n\nAnd as your own orgasm soon overtakes you, you realize with dread that you had forgotten the angel's warning... The last thing you hear, before [[darkness overcomes you|Lace Bad 2]] is her words echoing endlessly in the depths of your mind: <i>Consume his masculine essence...</i>

Looking upon your master, a brilliant idea soon pops into your head.\n\nStepping towards him, you eye his body with predatory lust, before finally letting your gaze rest at his crotch. As fast as wind, you are kneeling before him, tearing off the skimpy fabric and unleashing his huge cock.\n\nAtramos gasps as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, suckling gently upon it. Teasing his manhood, you soon taste his salty pre, flowing forth like a river into your mouth.\n\nSlowly, you begin to take more and more of his length into your mouth. And inch by inch, you swallow him whole, pleasuring him with your throat with skill you didn't even know you had.\n\nIt isn't long before you feel his hands on the back of your head, using your hair as leverage as he begins to thrust into your mouth. Overcome with lust, you don't even resist as his thrusts grow wild and desperate.\n\nSlowly, you remember your orders and focus on the flame. Surely enough, fire materializes all around you, as it did before. This time however, it burns brighter than ever.\n\nEven with his orders complete, even as you choke on his length, he does not stop, ravaging your mouth and throat with reckless abandon. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you struggle to breathe, gasping for air around his cock.\n\nPushed to the verge of suffocation, your magic acts. The inferno blazes, lashing out at Atramos and making him scream when they burn him. Throwing you aside, he conjures wind to put out the flame while you lie sputtering on the ground.\n\n"We are done for today," Atramos snarls, with the grimmest of expressions, before pushing open the doors of his sanctum and [[vanishing from sight]].

Ignoring his wife's pleas, the man decides to take things into his own hands. "You needn't worry, Jane. My chains will hold."\n\nAnd hold you they did. Every dawn for the rest of your life, you would hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs to herald your daily Punishment.\n\nAt first, they were simply punishments of force. He would lash you with his whip or beat you with his club.\n\nBut not even he could resist your body. Soon, those Punishments would become giving him a blowjob or fucking you in the arse. And desperate to feed your hunger, you would always do it despite your burning hatred for the man.\n\nOver time, his Punishments would become more and more depraved.\n\nSometimes, he would starve you of sex for days at the time, at the end of which he would shove your own cock into your arse and make you fuck yourself. Or, he would double fuck you with his cock and a dildo, stretching your hole to its limits.\n\nOne day, after learning that incubus cum had the ability to make any man into a woman, he decided to start an experiment. For days, the only thing he would feed you was your own cum. Each day, he would take joy from seeing your once-massive cock shrink until it was smaller than his own.\n\nEventually, you were transformed from incubus to succubus. And after that, all pretense of punishment fell away. For the rest of your life, you are his whore, to own and use as he wishes.\n\n<b>ENDING B1: CONSEQUENCE OF EXCESS - PUNISHMENT</b>\n<<remember $endingB1 to 1>>

<<set $AndrewMale to 2>>Now that your climax has passed, you wrap your lips around his cock to make him reach his. And with a groan, he comes, spilling load after load of his seed into your mouth.\n\nWith every load that you swallow, you can feel yourself growing rejuvenated, your masculinity returning once more. When the last drop is drunk, you stand the same as you once were, a tall and hulking incubus.\n\nSatisfied, you look at the prone figure that now lies before you. He is no longer the thin and wiry man he once was, but rather, a strong and thickset man. And more importantly, a strong and thickset mage. Surely you could use a mystic in your flock.\n\nTaking him in your arms, you take flight and [[return to your Tower|Second Night End]].

The Green is beautiful at eveningtime, lit by the warm glow of streetlamps that line the garden path. Stepping out of your carriage, you find your suitor by a distant apple tree, pacing around it.\n\n"Go back to the Tower," You tell the horseman. You won't be needing him tonight.\n\nThe moment David sees you, he comes running towards you. You can see the uncertainty in his eyes as he speaks, "Gods, I didn't think you'd make it."\n\n"And why wouldn't I?" You give him a warm smile that disarms his doubt, before taking his hand in your own. "[[Now, why don't we find someplace quieter to talk?|Someplace Quiet]]"

The idol resembles a phallus, carved exquisitely from stone. Strange, your father is the last man you'd expect to have a sex toy. Reaching for it, you cannot help but wonder just how your father came to find it and what secrets it holds.\n\nThe moment you touch the phallus, you can feel it pulse with heat, throbbing as if alive in your hands. Gasping, you drop it, and the idol clatters harmlessly to the ground before you.\n\n"Sir?" Javier emerges from the chests he has been searching in. "What is it?"\n\n"I... I don't know." You reply, as you bend down, leaning close to the strange idol. "I can't believe my father even had something like this..."\n\nIt is hard to think of him as anything but the cold and efficient man that he was. But the longer you stare at the idol, the more it makes you wonder, and the more it makes you feel something awakening inside you.\n\nStaring it at it, you cannot help but wonder what it would be like... to have it throb and pulse in your mouth... to feel its warmth inside you... to spurt your wet juices all over it...\n\nDo you...\n[[Try to find out?]]\n[[or resist the urge?]]

by Treylot

"So be it," she says.\n\nClosing her eyes, she begins to chant in the demon tongue. The words sound blasphemous and unnatural to your mortal ears, for they invoke the Lord of Hell himself. Soon, her body is wreathed in flames, a flame that grows brighter and brighter by the second, until you are forced to shield your eyes else they be blinded.\n\nWhen finally the flame dies down and you can open your eyes, you see before you...\n[[The Demoness|Blessing 2]]\n[[Someone Else|Blessing Alt]]

Taking you by the hand, she leads you past the rabble and into the privacy of a back room. Here, there is only the light of a single candle, casting its dim glow over the two doors before you. Upon them are two symbols, the wings of an angel, and a devil's pentagram. Symbols different as day and night.\n\n"What do you seek?" She asks, "Pain? Or pleasure?"\n\n[[Pain]]\n[[Pleasure]]

When you see those fearful eyes looking at you, you reign in the beast. With your lips at his ear, you whisper seductively, "Relax, I'm only giving you what you want, mortal. You can either relax and enjoy, or resist and find yourself in a world of pain."\n\nWhile your cock dribbles pre-cum onto his hole, preparing him for his fuck, you take his mouth into your own. As you kiss him, you can feel his struggling cease, and his cock begin to harden and press against your belly.\n\nOnce his hole is sufficiently wet, you push your cock inside him. The first thrust makes him gasp as he is penetrated for the first time. The second makes him scream as your cock splits him open. The third makes him moan when it finally hits his prostate. And thereafter, he becomes a slobbering mess of whimpering moans.\n\nNow that he has given up all pretense of being anything but a slave to your cock, you fuck him long and hard.\n\nWith every thrust inside him, you begin to see him change in your arms. Every thrust makes him grow thinner and hips grow wider. Every kiss makes his cock grow smaller, but never softer, and his balls shrink. And every whispered seduction makes his breasts grow and his hair grow thick.\n\nBy the time he realizes what is happening to him, he is too far gone to care, meeting your every thrust with his own. And all the while, you drink happily of his lust and masculinity.\n\nFor with every change he experiences, you grow more and more masculine. Your jaw grows more defined, your muscles grow thicker and your form grows taller. Deep inside, you know there is no better feeling.\n\nSoon, you feel your balls tighten as the inevitable nears.\n\nDo you...\n[[Come inside him]]\n[[Pull out]]

You hesitate, only for a moment. But that was a moment too long, for three men soon come into sight. Three burly and thuggish looking men. When they lay eyes upon you and your naked form, you can see their lips curl into dirty smiles and their eyes smolder with hungering lust.\n\nYou turn around, ready to enter the carriage. But to your shock and horror, it has vanished into thin air. Oh gods no...\n\nWhen the thugs step towards you, you threaten, "Get back, or else!"\n\n"What're you gonna do to us," one thug laughs.\n\n"Dayum, look at that body," another gives you a wolf-whistle, "and she shows up right on our doorstep too. Must be a gift from the gods!"\n\nSlowly, they advance upon you, you shout again, "Get back! I don't want to hurt you!"\n\nTo that, the thugs only laugh. Desperate, you try to conjure up your magic. But in your nervousness, all you can manage is mere sparks.\n\nAnd when they pounce upon you, [[all you can do is scream]].

<p align="center"><b>DAY THREE, DAY</b></p>\nThere is much to be done, and so little time.\n\nDo you...\n\n<b>SLAVES</b>\n<<if $AndrewMale is 0>>[[Check in on your newest slave|Andrew Female]]<<endif>><<if $AndrewMale is 1>>[[Check in on your newest slave|Andrew Femboy]]<<endif>><<if $AndrewMale is 2>>[[Check in on your newest slave|Andrew Male]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FrankFemale is 1>>[[Check in on Javier's Progress|Frank Female]]<<endif>><<if $FrankFuta is 1>>[[Check in on Javier's Progress|Frank Futa]]<<endif>><<if $DavidFemale is 1>>[[Check in on Javier's Progress|David Female]]<<endif>><<if $DavidMale is 1>>[[Seek out David|David Male]]<<endif>>\n\n<b>POLITICS</b>\n[[Read your letters]]\n[[Seek out Walter]]\n\n<b>ARCANE</b>\n[[Read the Grimoire|Hone your Power]]\n[[Delve into the Vault]]

You shriek as the guards approach you menacingly, with hunger in their eyes. Unchaining you from the wall, you are thrown into their arms like a lamb to the slaughter. All six of them take the opportunity to feel you up, their lusty hands groping your chest and grubby fingers touching your cunt.\n\nYou kick and scream against them, but are powerless in their grasp. They're just too strong.\n\n"Look, guys. She's getting wet already!" One of the guards laugh as he fingers your dripping cunt.\n\nYou blush at the sound of their laughter. You can't help it. The way they touch you, the way they squeeze you, it's all too much for you to resist. When a guard gives one of your breasts another hard squeeze, you find yourself leaking more of your juices.\n\n"Last chance, lady, before I give you to the boys." Javier says from the doorway, an obvious bulge in his pants, "What did you do to Lord Eric?"\n\n"I am Lord Eric!" You scream.\n\n"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. Have fun, boys." Javier laughs.\n\nThe guards undress quickly, throwing aside their pieces of armour and exposing their bare flesh to the dim light. Your eyes widen at the sight of so many cocks before you. How can you possibly take them all?\n\nOne of the guards, the gruffest and meanest of the bunch, whispers into your ear, "Word of advice, girl, struggle and you're in for a world of pain."\n\nDo you...\n[[Struggle against them]]\n[[Give in to them]]

You find yourself in a cage when you next awaken, one covered in cloth. From beyond your confines, you can hear voices in the distance, the voice of a crowd.\n\nWhere are you? You don't get to ponder the question for long, before the cloth over your cage is pulled away. For a moment, you are forced to close your eyes as brightness overwhelms you. When you open them, you find yourself filled with dread.\n\nYou cage stands atop a stage and before you is a crowd of people, all of them wearing masquerade masks. Beside your cage, the mage that defeated you stands proudly, "Behold! My Incubus!"\n\nAt that, the crowd cheers. You can feel your cheeks flush red as the crowd begins to point and laugh at your naked form. And yet, against all reason, you find yourself growing harder before them.\n\nWhere the hell are you? The only clue to your location is the gigantic letters emblazoned across the walls: "B.P."\n\n"How did you acquire him?" One man asks. You can see his eyes from behind his dragon mask, peering intently at your cock.\n\n"I lured him into my home with a ritual. He expected an easy target, but I surprised him with my magic." Surprised you indeed. You grab the cage bars and try desperately to bend them, but barely even leave a dent.\n\n"What condition is he in?" One woman asks. She wears a pig-mask, from which long blonde hair streams.\n\n"He remains a wild and unbroken stallion, perfect for taming. And if that isn't to your tastes, you can always make him a delightful succubus." What?!\n\n"Oh I don't mean that," the same voice comes again, "I mean, is he a virgin?"\n\n"To the best of my knowledge," the mage says, making you blush, "his arse is virgin. I haven't fucked him yet."\n\nOh gods, what is happening to you? The questions that follow come in a flurry, asking about your length, your height and everything in between until finally, the mage announces, "Now, let the bidding begin!"\n\n"Three souls." One man offers.\n\n"Five!" "Six!" "Ten!" "Thirteen!" The bids come flooding in, raising higher and higher until only two remain: The man in the dragon-mask and the woman in a pig-mask. \n\nThe bidding war that ensues is long and drawn out. But in the end, the victor is...\n[[The Man]]\n[[The Woman]]

For the longest time, you wait, chained to the dungeon wall. As time passes, the hopelessness of your situation begins to sink in. Oh why did you ever go through with that ridiculous ritual? The 'gift' you received is worthless now. Unable to move even an inch, you can't even cast a spell to free yourself.\n\nThe fact that even the demon had tried dissuading you from your path means the blame rests squarely upon your shoulders. With no other choice, you can only [[wait|Dungeon 2]]

<<set $ScarletFavor to 1>>It is hours later when you awaken, in the same featureless chamber as before. This time, the creature that fucked you lies in the corner of the room, twitching and curling in what appears to be sleep. It seems that after hours of ravaging your body, its lust is at long last sated. And better yet, it seems that your mind survived the ordeal.\n\nSuddenly, you hear a faint click and a secret door opens to reveal Lady Scarlet. Stepping into the room, she extends you a hand and smiles, "So you survived your encounter with the Lust Demon. Perhaps I have underestimated you after all..."\n\nHelping you to your feet, she guides you out into the hallway beyond and back to the Hand's entrance. There, she bids you goodbye, but not before giving you her parting words, "You are stronger than you seem, demon. If ever you seek to master your dark nature, seek me out in the Hand."\n\n[[And with that, the door slams shut upon you.|Day 3 End]]

<<set $prowess +=1>>It isn't enough for her to want you. You want her to <b>need</b> you.\n\nScissoring your fingers inside her, you make her moan from the friction. Then, you draw her lips into a deep and sensual kiss, one that steals her breath away. When your lips part for breath, there is nothing but pure and carnal lust in her eyes.\n\n"Please," she breathes, "fuck me."\n\nAnd gladly, [[you oblige|Fuck her]]

"She's proving tougher than I expected." Javier says, when you ask him on his progress. "One would almost think her a man to be so resilient."\n\nYou chuckle inwardly at that.\n\n"I've put her in the dungeon for now. Shouldn't spoil a wayward slave with silks and finery now, should we?" He leads you down the stairway and into the dungeon. Here, you can hear the rattle of chains and the shouting of your slave.\n\n"There she is," Javier points to the woman in the cell before you, chained to the wall by her wrists and ankles.\n\nThe moment she sees you, she screams, "You fiend! What have you done to me?!"\n\n"I only gave you what you deserved, slave." comes your answer, and it only makes her angrier. "What's wrong? Craving for cock?"\n\n"Let go of me, you monster!"\n\n"Javier?" You turn to your manservant, with a dark idea on your mind. "Gather the men. I think I know just the way to [[tame her]].

<<set $EricHuman to 1>>The Ritual is an interactive story game featuring explicit sexual content and themes of transformation (m2f and f2m), homosexuality (m/m), humiliation and nonconsensual sex. If you are uncomfortable with any of these elements, this is not the game for you. Otherwise, do read on...\n\nStanding at the center of your windowless room, you begin the dark ritual by lighting thirteen candles and arranging them in a perfect circle.\n\n<i>This ritual is one that has been months in the making. It all began three months ago, when you first came across the dusty old tome in your father's library. Stowed away in the library vault, it had been untouched for ages, but emanated warmth from its pages. You knew from the second you found it that it would be your key to power.</i>\n\nYou begin reciting the first words of the spell, "Asmodeus, Lord of Hell, this lowly worm requests..."\n\n<i>It took you a week to decipher the contents of that book, a week to learn that it was no ordinary grimoire. For the book was a tome of demonic rites, holding blasphemous rituals and unholy spells in its pages. At first, you shunned it, as any righteous man would. But its promise of power was simply too much to resist...</i>\n\nYou draw the symbol of Asmodeus in the circle with black blood. When it stands completed, you uncork a vial of roiling white liquid and drink it to the last drop. It takes you all your will to resist the urge to vomit and swallow.\n\n<i>It took you months to work up the courage to read it again. And months more before you found what convinced you at last; A Ritual of Power. One that would call up a servant of hell with which to bargain with.</i>\n\n<i>Finding the ingredients proved to be the most difficult task. The black blood of a werewolf, bonewax candles and extract of the minotaur. Hardly the things you'd find at an apothecary's. Collecting them cost you everything you had, but if this ritual proves successful, it shall be well worth the wait and effort.</i>\n\nOnce the symbols are drawn, you begin to strip. Piece by piece, your clothes fall to a pile at your feet, until you stand fully nude in glow of the flames.\n\n<i>You sent away your servants for the night. You'll be needing your privacy for this. Javier, your butler and manservant, was the last to leave, with a worried look on his face.\n\n"Be careful, sir." were his parting words. If only he knew...</i>\n\nFinally, you finish the incantation, "Asmodeus, Lord of Hell, answer my call!"\n\n[[And answer he did]].

<p align="center"><b>DAY THREE</b></p><<set $DayThree to 1>>\nWhen the sun rises over the Witchtooth Mountains, your third day as Incubus begins.<<if $JavierRelationship is 1>> You are woken up by Javier as usual, with breakfast in bed. As you eat, you cannot help but feel the gaze of his eyes and the hunger behind them, boring holes in your back.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $JavierRelationship is 2>>You are woken up by Javier as usual. This time however, with his lips wrapped around your cock, bringing you to moaning climax with his skillful tongue.\n\nAfter that, you surprise him by pulling him into bed and pulling off his pants. Lying before you, his cock stands painfully erect at seven inches long, a sight most alluring. Hungry with lust, you begin to suck, making him gasp from the wet sensation around his length.\n\nHe comes in seconds, emptying himself into your mouth. And watching in awe as you swallow every last drop.<<endif>>\n\nAfter you have finished your breakfast in bed, you get dressed and ready yourself for [[the long day ahead of you|Day Three 2]].

"She's proving tougher than I expected." Javier says, when you ask him on his progress. "Must be the cock that she has. Funny thing is, she keeps calling herself a man. Though I don't think I ever saw a man leak that much from a blowjob before."\n\nYou chuckle inwardly at that.\n\n"I've put her in the dungeon for now. Shouldn't spoil a wayward slave with silks and finery now, should we?" He leads you down the stairway and into the dungeon. Here, you can hear the rattle of chains and the shouting of your slave.\n\n"There she is," Javier points to the 'woman' in the cell before you, chained to the wall by her wrists and ankles.\n\nThe moment she sees you, she screams, "You fiend! What have you done to me?!"\n\n"I only gave you what you deserved, slave." comes your answer, and it only makes her angrier. "A new cock to better match your body."\n\n"Let go of me, you monster!"\n\nOh, simple torture and training won't break her. Of that, you are certain. She clings too tightly to the man she once was. To break her would require [[unconventional means]]

Even with the Blessing within your grasp, it is not enough. The Blessing is but a stepping stone. For as Incubus, so much power is within reach, ripe for the taking. The only question is; dare you take it?\n\nWithin the Grimoire lies the answer to your ambitions, a ritualt hat would arm you with power beyond your wildest dreams: A Ritual of Demonic Ascension.\n\nThe Ritual, once done, elevates a demon to lordly stature, with power to rival the arch-fiends of hell. But carrying it out is no easy task. Rare ingredients are needed and dark sacrifices must be made.\n\nDo you...\n[[Learn the Ritual]]\n[[Forsake this Path to Power|Day Three 2]]

<<set $affection +=1>><<set $control -=1>>Under her masterful tongue, how could you say no? You gasp as her fingers begin to penetrate you. First one... You moan as from the sensation of her tongue... \n\nThen the second... You gasp as feel them hit your pleasure spot, it feels like nothing you have ever felt before... \n\nThen the third... You moan helplessly as her fingers scissor inside you. By now, she is no longer servicing your cock, but looking down at you with an amused expression on her face.\n\nWith her fingers hitting your pleasure spot, you are painfully hard. Much as you would want to think otherwise, it feels amazing to have her pleasure you there.\n\nOh gods, how did it ever get to this? To losing control so quickly? You open your mouth, willing yourself to say stop, but you find nothing but moans and whimpers coming forth from your traitorous tongue.\n\n"Oh gods," you cry, "I-I-I'm gonna—"\n\nYou come with a scream, spraying your hot seed all over your belly and chest. Only then do you feel her fingers retreat, this time with a more sinister purpose in mind.\n\nShe gathers up the cum in her hands and presses a finger, slick with your own cum against your lips.\n\n"Drink," she says, in a voice so painfully seductive.\n\nDo you obey?\n[[Yes|Drink]]\n[[No|Refuse]]

<<set $prowess +=1>>Entering now would be foolhardy and despite your hunger, you resolve to wait. The woman puts out her candle light and goes to bed. Over minutes, you can see her breathing slow and her snoring begin. Only when she is deep in slumber do you begin to creep into her room, on silent footsteps.\n\nStepping towards her bed, you stand over her sleeping form. Looking down upon her, you cannot help but admire the perkiness of her breasts. Soon, your eyes travel downward to her slit, visible through the thin fabric of her nightgown.\n\nUnable to resist, you bend down, lifting her gown and reaching forth with your tongue. The taste of her is divine and you drink of her juices. As you lick her cunt, you can feel her shiver as she slowly wakes from slumber.\n\n"Ohhh, Frank," she moans, "this is so unlike you."\n\nIt takes only moments for her to realize the tongue penetrating her is not her husband's, but your own. Eyes fluttering open, she regards you with fear and shock. But by then, she is already too far gone, too under your spell to care.\n\nWith her at your mercy, you...\n[[Tantalize her]]\n[[Fuck her]]

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Your awakening the next morning is not a pleasant one. Opening your eyes, three things occur to you:\n\nFirst, you are alone in your bed, an empty space where the Demoness should be.\nSecond, you are chained to the bed by your wrists and ankles, and spread-eagle on the bed. Devoid of clothing, what a sight you must be.\nThird, there is a gag in your mouth.\n\nFor hours you lie in the darkness, your dread growing by the minute until finally you hear the sound of voices out in the hall. Straining your ears, you try to make out what they are saying.\n\nThe first voice is male, one you recognize as Javier's, "Are you certain, my lord?"\n\nThe second one is a stranger's, "I'm sure. Nobody is to set foot in my chambers or the upper levels of the tower on pain of dismissal. Do you understand?"\n\nAll you can hear is the sound of footsteps in retreat, before the door soon opens to reveal... You!\n\nStanding in the doorway is man who looks exactly like you, face and all. The only exception to this likeness is the faint glow in his eyes, the glow of hellfire. Suddenly, it dawns upon you who this man is.\n\n"Hello, <i>Master</i>," He greets you in a voice thick with sarcasm, "[[Awake already?]]"

Stepping into the cave, you can feel the dank and wet stone beneath your feet. As you descend into darkness to escape the rain, you see a warm light at the end of the tunnel. One that makes you call out, "Hello? Is there anybody there?"\n\nWhen you hear no reply, you step towards the light. When finally you reach it, you emerge into a new room. The sight of which almost makes you scream.\n\nHere, the cave walls are lined with crude and primitive paintings, and the floor is lined with piles upon piles of bones. Some animal, some clearly humanoid. But what draws your attention lies at the end of the room, a woman in rags, lying atop a pile of cloth and linen.\n\nStepping closer, you realise that she is pregnant, her belly heavy with child. It is only when you stand beside her that her eyes fly open and she looks at you with fear, "Run!"\n\n"What? Why-"\n\n"Please, for your own sake, run!" She cries out, clutching her belly. "Run! Save yourself! Before he comes back!"\n\nYou try to calm her, a dozen questions buzzing in your mind. But before you can even ask a single one, you hear the thud of footsteps from behind you. Someone has entered the cave. \n\nThe woman's eyes turn solemn as she utters, "You fool. [[It is too late]]."

Not willing to become a slave to your carnal desires, you resist your urges. Instead, you pull him close, rousing him from sleep with a kiss.\n\nUnconsciously, he begins to kiss you back, drawing your tongue into his mouth and arms wrapping around you in a sensual embrace. But then his fingers find your wings, and his eyelids flutter open.\n\nFalling back in terror, he screams, "Back, foul demon! Back!"\n\nIt is almost laughable to see him with back pressed against the wall, naked as the day he was born as he struggles to get away.\n\nWill you...\n[[Awaken his lust?]]\n[[Calm him with a kiss?]]

<<set $AnnaTrained to 1>>You find the mage exactly where you'd left her. Chained by her wrist and ankles onto the bed, without a scrap of clothing upon her, she makes for a magnificent sight.\n\n"Let go of me, you fiend!" She screams, as you approach her. Her resistance is delicious, body writhing, breasts heaving, as she struggles against her chains.\n\n"Uh-uh," You tsk, "You seem to be forgetting, who summoned me in the first place? I merely answered the call."\n\nShe spits in your face. And you give her a hard slap for it. Dazed, she looks up at you with fear in her eyes as you grab her by the jaw, "Look here, slave. The only reason you're alive is because I see the usefulness of your magic. The moment you prove to me that you're worthless, that you can't obey, is the moment I leave you out to rot."\n\nHer eyes widen as you continue, "Can you imagine that? Being thrown out to the streets, with not a scrap of clothing on you? You'd be raped a half-dozen times before you find your way home."\n\n"Now, do I have your cooperation?" You smile as she nods slowly and reluctantly. "Good."\n\nPulling your cock out of your pants, you leave it hanging just inches away from her lips. "Now, prove it."\n\nYou watch intently as she parts her lips and gives your cock a taste with her tongue. Then, taking the head into her mouth, she begins to suck.\n\nSoon, you are on top of her, face-fucking her. As you slide your cock deeper inside her mouth, you can see the defiance in her eyes sputtering out with every thrust. And when you empty your load down her throat, you can see it quenched totally, replaced by lust and desire.\n\n"Tell me, slave. What's your name?" You ask, more out of curiosity than anything else.\n\n"Andrew." comes her weak answer.\n\n"Not anymore. From now on, your name is..." You begin to unbind her from her chains. "Anna."\n\nSeeing her now, something tells you she won't be leaving your company [[anytime soon|Day Three Evening]].

"What is the meaning of this?" You answer hotly, raising your voice at him in the faint hope that you can cow him with confidence. "I am Lady Erica Vilderys. I am a guest of your master and I will not stand to be interrogated by some servant!"\n\n"Liar!" he shouts, turning the last of your confidence to dust. "And I've checked in on the valets, the stableboy and the guardsmen. His horse is still in the stable and nobody's seen the master leave this Tower, let alone the city. So let me ask again, who are you and what did you do to my master?"\n\n"I-I-I already said — he just left, I have no idea where he went! And I am Lady Erica!" Already, you are quaking in fear before the man who once served you.\n\nMoving like lightning, he soon stands beside you, spoon in his hand. Whispering into your ear, he says but a word, "Eat."\n\n"You can't possibly expect me to—"\n\n"Oh I expect you to do exactly as I say." he speaks angrily, with a menacing edge to his voice. "How do you think the guards will react when I tell them about their missing master? I don't think they'll react kindly to the knowledge that the man who pays them is gone. Especially not towards an attractive woman like yourself... Left alone with them, who knows what'll happen?"\n\nWith a trembling fingers, you take the spoon from his hands.\n\nDo you...\n[[Eat]]\n[[Resist|Don't Eat]]

"Now, answer my question." Javier speaks, a cold certainty to his voice, "Who are you and what did you do to my master?"\n\nStrangely, you find yourself unable to resist his question. And from your lips, the truth spills forth, "I am Eric Crowley. I am your master."\n\nThe stunned expression on his face then is something you never expected to see. After all, why would be believe you now? "H-how are you doing this? I spiked my cum with truth serum, it should've taken effect by now... Tell me again, who are you?"\n\nOnce again, you are unable to resist answering, "I am Eric Crowley. Last night, I summoned a demon here to bargain with..."\n\nAnd with that, you tell him your tale from start to finish. Once you have finished, you can see the flush on Javier's cheeks and the beginnings of regret in his eyes. "Look, sir, I had no idea who you were. I was just trying to—"\n\n"Get laid?" You offer helpfully, earning you another look of regret from your butler.\n\n"Please, sir. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you..."\n\n[[An Apology]]\n[[His Submission]]\n[[A Good Fuck]]

You turn around to see a man in footman's armor, an expression of shock on his face. He must have heard the commotion and come up to investigate.\n\nWith eyes full of hate, he raises his sword and charges towards you. "Vile demon, prepare to die!"\n\n[[Unleash the Beast]]\n[[Invoke the Arcane]]

Finally, after a long wait, you begin to hear footsteps that grow louder and louder. When you see Javier at the cell door, your heart leaps and you call out, "Javier, please! You have to let me go!"\n\nBut then you see the half-dozen guards behind him and your heart sinks. Oh no.\n\nTo them, Javier says, "That's the one. The girl I found in the master's chambers."\n\n"Huh, why's she naked?" One of the brutes ask, looking at you with lust in his eyes.\n\n"Do you want to clothe her?" Javier replies, drawing laughter from the guards. "Now, if we're done joking around, it's time to get down to business."\n\nTo you, he says, "Now, I'm giving you one last chance to tell me the truth. What did you do to Lord Eric?"\n\nWhen all he hears are the same belligerent confessions, he tsks and shakes his head. "Wrong answer."\n\nOpening the cell door, he addresses his men, "She knows something about where the Master's gone and I want it out of her. Through any means necessary."\n\n"Well?" He asks them, "What're you waiting for? [[Get started!]]"

<<if $patience is 0>><<set $control -=1>>Horny and impatient, you are unable to resist the allure of those warm lips and let control slip from your grasp. You don't say a word as she lets the dildo fall to the ground, nor when she begins to crawl towards you.\n\nWhen she begins to tongue the head of your cock, you let out an involuntary moan and a shiver. Gods, she is amazing at this. For a moment, you cannot help but wonder how many she has done before, how many men she has reduced to playthings with her tongue.\n\nSo much for working her way up to the real thing.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $patience is 1>>Horny and impatient, you let the tip of your cock rest on her scarlet lips, staining them with your pre-cum. With an impatient growl, you order her, "Now, suck me, slave."\n\nShe does as she's told, taking it into her mouth. When she begins to tongue the head of your cock, you cannot help but let out an involuntary moan and shiver. Gods, she is amazing at this. For a moment, you cannot help but wonder how many she has done before, how many men she has reduced to playthings with her tongue.<<endif>>\n\nGrowing bolder, she pushes you to the ground, spreading your legs and grasping your balls with warm hands. Now, do you..\n[[Take charge]]\n[[Let her take charge]]

The room is a dark one that reeks with the smell of blood—black blood that paints a dark symbol on the floor. It takes you a moment to realize what you have stumbled upon, and what called you here.\n\nStanding before you is a robed man, wearing a hood. Young, barely eighteen, with a thin wiry frame, and piercing blue eyes that stare out from beneath his cowl.\n\nThe moment he sees you, he gasps, shirking back as you advance curiously towards him. "Oh gods, get back! I command thee, demon, get back!"\n\n"Command?" You laugh, "You dare command me?"\n\n"Damn it, w-why isn't this working?" He stutters, his back against the wall.\n\nYou look around the room and realize just what he is missing. There is but one missing ingredient to this ritual. "You've forgotten your candles, fool. And without your ritual protections, you are nothing before me."\n\nNow, do you...\n[[Pounce upon him]]\n[[Tempt him]]

<h1>Endings Achieved</h1>\n\n<h2>Blessing Path</h2>\n<b>Consequence of Excess - Punishment</b>: <<if $endingB1 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Consequence of Excess - Imprisonment</b>: <<if $endingB2 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Auctioned Off - Madame Page's Whore</b>: <<if $endingB3 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Auctioned Off - Family of Demons</b>: <<if $endingB4 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Stolen Masculinity</b>: <<if $endingB5 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Scarlet Hand - Curse of Lace</b>: <<if $endingB6 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Scarlet Hand - Tentacle Slave</b>: <<if $endingB7 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n\n<h2>Slavemaster Path</h2>\n<b>Lost Control - Pet</b>: <<if $endingY1 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n\n<h2>Sorceress Path</h2>\n<b>The Death of Eric Crowley - Happy Subservience</b>: <<if $endingM1 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>The Death of Eric Crowley - Endless Yearning</b>: <<if $endingM2 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Lost in the Mountains - Forgotten</b>: <<if $endingM3 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Lost in the Mountains - Brood Mother</b>: <<if $endingM4 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Conquered by Atramos - Willing Slave</b>: <<if $endingM5 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n<b>Conquered by Atramos - A Masterpiece</b>: <<if $endingM6 is 1>>X<<endif>>\n\n[[Back|previous()]]

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"Look, I'm not going anywhere!" You put your foot down, with a resilience you didn't even know you had. "Not until you give me some answers!"\n\nHe shoots you a glare, "Fine, suit yourself."\n\nWalking off into the mountains, he leaves you alone with naught but horses for company. When his figure disappears behind the mountain rocks and you realize he isn't coming back, you find yourself shouting, "Hey! Wait up!"\n\nChasing after his vanishing shadow, you run along the mountain path until you reach a fork in the road.\n\nThe left path goes descends the mountain, and through it, perhaps you can return to civilisation. The right path goes upwards, boring into the heart of the mountains. It looks dark and treacherous, but perhaps that is where the mysterious man went.\n\nDo you...\n[[Go Left]]\n[[Go Right]]

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Eventually, there comes the day when Damien adds a new slave to his stable. By then, you no longer have a single thought of escape, grown happy and content with your newfound existence. When you first lay your eyes on the newest addition to your family of demons, you can see the rebellion lurking inside him and his resentment at even being here.\n\nBut, like all the rest, you know he will become just like you. Happy and content to serve.\n\n<b>ENDING B4: AUCTIONED OFF - FAMILY OF DEMONS</b>\n<<remember $endingB4 to 1>>

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The Scarlet Hand stands in the heart of the District of the Dead, where only slummers and beggars live. Here, its blazing red glow is inescapable, the only light for miles in the darkness of the Dead District.\n\nSwooping down from above, you land just steps away from its blood-red door, from which the sound of moans and screams emanate. Pushing it open, you find yourself stepping into another world. A world of sin and corruption.\n\nThe room before you is covered in smoke. The faint silhoettes of the Hand's clientele barely visible in the dark. From amidst this haze, a woman emerges. Dressed in a long and flowing red dress, with hair fiery as fire and eyes a bloodshot red, you know instantly who (and what) she is. Lady Scarlet.\n\n"Well, hello there," She edges towards you with a predatory gaze in her eyes. One that makes even you tremble inside. When she presses her body seductively against yours, you cannot gasp from her coldness. "What brings you into my fine establishment?"\n\nYou answer...\n[[Your Whores]]\n<<if $desire > 2>>[[You|Lady Scarlet]]<<endif>>

<<set $dress to 'red'>>You pick up the red dress. Looking at it, you start to feel as though its tailor had sought to use as little cloth as possible. It is strapless and backless, low-cut and short, barely covering enough to be considered decent.\n\nAs you slip into it, you cannot help but remember the woman it once belonged to. A scandalously hot woman from the capital with morals looser than the wind and never afraid to show off what she had. Oh how she made you feel like a man when she chose you over countless others. Even if only for a night.\n\nLooking in the mirror now, you can see the resemblance. You're not sure if that makes you feel dirty or hot.\n\n[[What Now?]]

Unable to resist the allure of the water, you throw caution to the wind and drink as much as you can. The first drink leaves you slightly dizzy, the second leaves you dazed, and the third makes your mind go blank. The more you drink, the more you realise that it is getting harder to think and harder to stop.\n\nInside, a part of you struggles, screaming at you to run away from this foul place. But with every drink that you take, that part grows smaller and smaller, until its voice becomes so quiet as to be nonexistent.\n\nSoon, all that is on your mind is the water, all other thoughts erased. With one final drink, you fall unconscious on the soft grass, eyes closing as you [[forget]].

The dozen candles in the room flare bright as the symbols you have drawn begin to glow red with power. Soon, a red crack begins to appear on the floor, one that grows with each passing second. With the ground shaking beneath your feet, you know that something is coming into your world.\n\nFor a moment, you feel doubt. What have you done? But the feeling doesn't last, interrupted by an explosion of fire in the ritual circle. Before your very eyes, a figure begins to materialize amidst the flame.\n\nWhen finally the flame dies out, you see that the figure who stands before you, the servant of hell you have called, is a woman.\n\nShe is the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on. Standing in the nude, her impossibly large breasts and dripping wet cunt are bared for all to see. The sight of them makes you grow hard.\n\nBut hers is a beauty marred by demonic horns that protrude from her temples and bat wings that sprout from her back. That she is a demon, there is no doubt.\n\nWith a dark voice, she speaks, "[[Who dares call upon the Lord of Hell?]]"

<<set $AndrewMale to 0>>You empty your cock inside her, completing the transformation and sealing her fate. As load after load of your cum floods her insides, you watch her pussy spurt in orgasm.\n\nPressing your fingers into her newfound cunt, you make her gasp as you milk her of her juices. With her liquid lust pooled in your hands, you drink of it and feel yourself grow strong and rejuvenated.\n\nWith that, she falls unconscious to the ground, drained and exhausted. Basking in the afterglow, she is beautiful indeed, with no sign of the man she once was left upon her.\n\nWith your lust sated, you take her in your arms and make for the window from whence you came. A mage like her could prove useful indeed, especially [[once you've enslaved her to your cock|Second Night End]]...

After a long walk, you find yourself in the Library Vault. The Vault is an ancient place, the oldest living room in the Tower, and was once your grandfather's Study. All the relics of his era, the mementos of his lifetime, lie buried beneath the dust and cobwebs.\n\nAnd now, you'll need to dig through it all in search of answers.\n\n"Where will we even begin?" Javier asks, planting the seeds of doubt inside you. Where indeed?\n\n[[The Relics]]\n[[The Bookshelves]]

From the wardrobe emerges leather, darkly tanned and sinister in appearance. In her hands, it looks almost like a codpiece. And with a start, you realize just what it is; a chastity belt.\n\n"What could be more painful than denial for a creature like you?" She laughs, before flying towards you with it in her hands. For a second, you try struggling against her. But alas, your bonds hold you tight as she slips the contraption onto your body and locks it in place.\n\nOnly then do you hear the sound of footsteps and chatter from outside the door, and the angel speaks, "Ah, that must be our client for today..."\n\nWith one final laugh, she vanishes, leaving you trapped on the bed. It is all you can do to struggle as the footsteps outside grow louder, [[until the door finally swings open to reveal your 'client'|Leather 2]].

<<set $control -=1>><<set $JavierRelationship to 2>>Seeing the guilt and remorse in his eyes, you decide to spare him your wrath. After all, he is a mere mortal, weak of will and vulnerable to a demoness's charms.\n\n"Thank you, sir." Javier breathes out a sigh of relief.\n\n"Now, bring her to the Guestroom." You say to him, before glaring at your Slave. "You... I won't stand for any rebellion, or any more of your temptations. You will follow Javier without a single step out of line, do you understand me?"\n\nWith reluctance, she hisses her answer, "Yes."\n\n"[[Take her away|Next Event]]."

<<set $control +=1>>"You need to be punished.", you say menacingly. It is not enough for him to feel remorse. As his master, it is your responsibility to keep him in line, to ensure the threat of punishment never fades by making him feel its sting.\n\n"Slave," you say to the Demoness, "suck him."\n\nGladly, she obeys, crawling over and taking his cock into her mouth in an instant. Her lips wrapped around his manhood, both of them moan as she begins to suck on the engorged head of his cock, as she runs her tongue over his length.\n\nBut just as they had gotten into a rhythm, you interrupt it with a word. "Stop."\n\nDespite her desperation, she halts, leaving a string of saliva as she pulls off his cock. Glaring at you with hatred in her eyes, she growls, "What're you—"\n\n"Suck."\n\nCompelled by your order, she obeys, sucking hungrily on his cock. When again they begin to moan, Javier thrusting into her mouth with his hands on her head... the Demoness moaning around his cock as she drinks his pre-cum... "Stop."\n\nForced to obey, she lets Javier's cock fall from her lips. Only then does understanding dawn upon them both, with realisation of the suffering they must now endure turning their lust to desperation.\n\n"Suck."\n\nAgain and again, you build them up to climax, only to make them stop the moment they come close to finishing. Again and again, you rule their desires with an iron fist and deprive them of it.\n\nWhen finally, you deem their suffering to be enough, you...\n[[Let them finish]]\n[[Deny them]]

Searching through the section on Arcana, you find a book named <i>The Desire Arcanum</i>,

The woman who bought you turns out to be one Madame Laura Page, owner of the Scarlet Hand, a brothel notorious for serving niche desires.\n\nClasped in chains, you are brought to her establishment under the cover of night, and placed in your own room: A well-furbished and luxuriant bedroom, its main feature the gigantic queen-sized bed at its center.\n\n"You," she smiles, "will be my newest attraction. An Incubus! Oh I can just imagine the coin I'll be getting from you..."\n\nThen, she clasps a collar around your neck and a forces a ring onto the base of your cock that makes you painfully hard, permanently. "Now then, get ready for your first customer."\n\nWith that, she leaves you in your room. Try as you might to leave it though, you can never muster the will to step towards the door, let alone open it. It doesn't take long to realize why, the collar around your neck is enchanted.\n\nAnd as the sound of footsteps reaches your ears from outside the door, you find yourself filled with dread. Oh gods...\n\n-\n\nYour first customer is a young man, dressed in the garb of a city guardsman. The moment he sees you, he gasps. "An incubus... I never thought it'd be real..."\n\n"Jerk your cock for me." He orders you, and you find yourself filled with the unexplainable need to obey. Soon, you have your fingers wrapped around your cock, jerking off for the man before you and dripping pre-cum all over the sheets.\n\n"Now, kneel before me."\n\nYou obey reluctantly, groaning inwardly as he begins to undress. And when he orders you to suck, [[you are helpless to resist]].

You finish inside him with a scream.\n\n<<if $prowess < 3>>As you empty your load inside him, you realize with dread that your transformation still continues. With every load that spills from your cock, you can feel your body growing thin and feminine, your chest growing heavier and your cock shrinking to a nub.\n\nWhen finally, you finish, your cock and balls have vanished, replace by a cunt spurting your juices all over the floor.\n\nOh gods, [[what have you done]]?<<endif>>\n<<if $prowess > 2>>As you empty your load inside him, you hold tight to the slipping remnants of your masculinity. As load after load spills from your cock, you can feel it shrink and shrink, until it threatens to vanish entirely.\n\nBut you endure, one last wad of cum spurting from your tiny cock. With a sigh of relief, you realize your [[masculinity remains]].<<endif>>

You lift her up in your arms and position her cunt before your cock. When she finally sees your length, she begins to protest, "No, oh god no, that's too much, too—"\n\nShe never got to finish, before you pushed her onto your cock, before a scream tore loose from her throat.\n\nYou silence her with a rough kiss, as you push deeper and deeper inside her. After you part for breath, she is whimpering and gasping, as you slowly impale her on your cock.\n\nOnce you are buried to the hilt inside her, you begin to thrust inside her. Slowly, her gasps turn to moans, and her whimpering to full-blown screaming, "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, you demon!"\n\nGladly, you oblige, fucking her long and hard. With every moan from her lips, you can feel yourself feeding upon her lust and her essence. With every thrust of your hips, you can feel yourself growing invigorated from fucking her.\n\nSoon, you can feel your balls tighten as the inevitable approaches. You...\n[[Come inside her]]\n[[Pull out|Pull out of her]]

With that, you ask Javier, "What's the agenda for today?"\n\n"Only two three sir: Lord Darry is here again, and is demanding an audience. There is a messenger from your cousin in the country. And lastly, there is the matter of our newest guest."\n\n[[Meet Lord Darry]]\n[[Meet the Messenger]]\n[[Entertain Your 'Guest']]

You pull out of her at the last moment and drench her body in your seed. Her mind broken by lust, she licks up your seed, letting no drop go to waste.\n\nWhen finally it ends, she collapses onto the bed, spent.\n\nDo you...\n[[Fuck her again]]\n[[Leave]]

Much as you want to say yes and take him up on his offer, you know it is far too dangerous. <i>Demon Hunters</i>, the very word chills you to your bone. "I'm sorry, Walter. I can't let you reform the Brotherhood."\n\n"Why?" he asks, voice growing angrier by the moment, "What possible reason could you have for rejecting me?"\n\n"The Brotherhood is more harmful than it is good. Don't you remember the riots on the Walk of Faith? They lasted for nearly a month. I won't have that happening again, not under my watch."\n\nFor a moment, you can see boiling hatred in his eyes, followed by grave suspicion. Suspicion that makes you wonder, does he see through your weak excuse? "I see what you're doing, Crowley. You want to take credit for yourself! Never one to share the glory, are you?"\n\nYou open your mouth to protest, but he doesn't even let you speak. "Oh, don't bother. Form your own sect of demon hunters and I'll form mine. We'll see who captures the demon at the end of the day... You'll regret this, Eric, I know you will."<<set $MercHunters to 1>>\n\nWith that, Darry takes his leave, [[vanishing in a huff|Letters]].

Looking upon him, you find yourself filled with awe at his majesty; his unbridled masculinity. With dread, you realize you are growing aroused at the mere sight of him, your own cunt growing wet with desire.\n\n"I believe that," he smiles, "is your answer?"\n\nYou nod your head.\n\n"Then come before me," he says, gesturing to his cock, "and seal the deal."\n\nAlmost instinctively, you find yourself stepping forward, pulled along by his magnetism. Standing before him, you kneel and come face to face with his manhood, erect and waiting.\n\n"Suck it," he growls, before grabbing you by the back of the head and thrusting it into your mouth.\n\nAs his cock penetrates your lips, you hear him whisper an incantation of language beyond your understanding. You are unable to resist as he thrusts into your mouth, the balls slapping against your chin a reminder of his dominance.\n\nAs his cock slides deeper and deeper inside your mouth, you feel a strangeness overwhelm you. Looking up, you see his eyes blaze with power while his lips move in the incantation of a dark spell.\n\nWith each word from his lips, you feel yourself growing wetter and hungrier. And soon, you find yourself sucking him with newfound enthusiasm, licking him from head to shaft and loving the presence of him in your throat.\n\nSlowly, you feel what little remains of your old life, your old identity fading away. Soon, you can feel his body tremble against you as his climax approaches. And with a roar, he unleashes load after burning load down your throat.\n\n"Surrender to me!" He roars, the last words to his spell. "And be my slave, now and forevermore!" \n\n[[Surrender]]\n[[Resist]]

<<set $control -=1>>Enraptured by the sight, you stand watching them in the throes of lust. You watch as the demoness wraps her luscious lips around your servant's cock, growing hard as she milks it for all it's worth. Wrapping your fingers around your own cock, you watch as Javier thrusts his cock into her throat, giving your own cock a hard tug with every thrust of his hips.\n\nWhen finally he comes, shooting his seed down her throat, you can see a spark growing in the demoness's eyes. A spark that grows brighter with every load she swallows.\n\nIt is only after the demoness lets his cock fall free from her mouth does Javier notice you, standing by the door. The moment he sees you, he pulls up his pants in a hurry, sputtering excuses as he does, "S-sir, I didn't notice you there... I was bringing you your breakfast when..."\n\n"When you decided to partake of my slave?"\n\nAt the sound of your words, his face goes pale. "Sir, I didn't mean to, she seduced me! I didn't mean to..."\n\nMeanwhile, your slave lies contentedly on the floor with a smirk on her face. "Don't act like you didn't want it, mortal."\n\nFaced with such insolence, do you...\n[[Punish him|Milking Javier]]\n[[Let him off]]

Now that that's out of the way...\n\n<<if $DavidMale is 1>>You head down to the Library, where your letter awaits. There it lies, upon your desk, words scrawled hastily upon the envelope, "To my Incubus"\n\nCurious, you open it and read the messy scrawl within:\n\n<i>"My Dearest Incubus,\n\nI have no idea who you are, or why I am even doing this, for my hands move of their own will. I saw you leave last night, your fading kiss still upon my cheek as you flew back towards your lonely Tower. I know this is madness, but...\n\nAll night I have been dreaming of you, and my every waking moment is spent thinking of you. Please, meet me on the Green at eveningtime, fly into my world as you did last night and make my dreams come true. I must see you.\n\nYours Truly,\nDavid Andersen"</i>\n\nReading it leaves you intrigued. Your hold over your sexual partners is greater than you had ever imagined. Just reading his words causes a stirring in your loins, and you know instantly that you must meet this man.<<endif>>\n\nYou spend the rest of your day occupied with your work. Reading the mountains of letters from relatives in the country-it would seem that cousin Eben is coming for a visit sometime soon-and answering the demands of your subjects.\n\nThe one thing that does catch your eye, amidst the countless letters and written demands is one from Mary Dagely, a noblewoman usually beneath your notice. She complains of strange things afoot in her neighbourhood, of loud noises and strange figures just across the street from her home.\n\nThat alone stands out from amongst the dozens of letters regarding the demon sighting from last night. This one, you are not responsible for. So what could it mean?\n\nResolving to find out, you send a footman to Dagely Manor to investigate the strange occurence. Perhaps, you think, it might all just be some bored woman's wishful thinking.\n\n<<if $DavidMale is 0>>Soon, your day draws to a close. As the sun sets beneath the horizon, you can feel the hunger within waking again, demanding to be fed. [[And feed it you shall|Second Night]].<<endif>>\n<<if $DavidMale is 1>>Soon, as your day draws to a close, you realize you have an appointment to keep. Calling your valet, you head out in horse-drawn carriage towards the [[Green|The Park]].<<endif>>

You dream of strange things, of flying across rooftops and stealing into the home of a man. You dreamt of your demonic cock in his arse, your every thrust stealing away his masculinity, shrinking his cock and making his breasts grow. When finally you empty your load inside him, he is no longer a man, but a woman enslaved to your cock.\n\n<<set $desire to 0>> <<set $prowess to 0>> <<set $EricIncubus to 1>> <<set $EricHuman to 0>><p align="center"><b>DAY ONE</b></p>\nWhen you awaken, you are a changed man. In the dim glow of the dying candle light, you flex your newfound wings and feel your impossibly long manhood. The thing must be thirteen inches now, big beyond your wildest dreams! But with these changes comes a hunger that awakens inside you. A hunger for mortal seed, and one that makes itself known with the hardening of your cock. You must feed it.\n\nYou open the window and gaze out at the city before you. As though it were the most natural thing in the world, you jump and take flight. Stretching your wings, you take to the sky.\n\nHigh in the skies, your heart is pumping fast with adrenaline. With your mind clouded by lust, you search the city below you for prey. And finally, you find it in...\n\n[[A small and lowly streethouse|House]]\n[[A large and luxuriant manor house|Manor]]

With a sigh, you return to your room. It is minutes later when Javier enters, still visibly shaken by what he has gone through. Beckoning to the wardrobe and then to yourself, you remind him of your nakedness and grins as he jumps into action.\n\nFor all he has gone through, he remains unquestioningly loyal and efficient. And as he begins to dress you in your clothes, you cannot help but wonder: Should you explain yourself? Or not?\n\n[[Yes|Explain Yes]]\n[[No|Explain No]]

Lost in the moment, you surrender to him, gladly accepting his seed. As the last load vanishes down your throat, so too does the fading echoes of your identity. In seconds, he has undone all that was masculine within you. In seconds, he has slain Eric and left in his place, a willing slave to his desires.\n\nIn the years that follow, you serve Atramos without question and meeting his every demand, no matter how humiliating. No matter how perverse.\n\nIn the beginning, your days are passion unending and pleasure to the extreme. Your every waking moment spent in his arms, feeling him thrust deep inside you and screaming as he comes.\n\nBut with each passing year, he would siphon your power to sustain his own. And with each passing year, his interest would wane, until finally, when you are drained of all your power, he casts you away.\n\nIn the end, you become a serving girl, living for the pleasure of the rare moments where he deigns to notice you. The rare moments when he decides to use you and empty himself inside you.\n\nEventually though, even that becomes little more than the echo of a memory, for he is not alone for long.\n\n-\n\n"Welcome, to the Lair of Atramos!" You hear him shout, as the doors fling open, revealing a woman who looks upon his lair in awe and wonder. As you once did.\n\nFrom the shadows, you eye your replacement with scorn. Looking upon her however, even that fades in the face of arousal. For the her beauty creates something you have not felt in ages; desire for a woman.\n\nAs she steps into the Lair, you already know her eventual fate at the hands of your master. That brings a smile to your face, the knowledge that soon, you shall have a sister in slavery. A beautiful sister at that...\n\n<b>ENDING M5: CONQUERED BY ATRAMOS - WILLING SLAVE</b>\n<<remember $endingM5 to 1>>

There it is, a small house with light emanating from its windows. Unable to resist your lust, you land on its roof. Peeking in through the windows, you see a woman. She stands in her nightgown. One that is thin enough to be see-through, with hard nipples visible through the soft silk. She appears to be getting ready for bed.\n\nEnraptured by the sight, you can feel yourself growing hard already. The beast claws at the confines of your mind, screaming for pleasure to sate your hunger.\n\nYou...\n[[Obey it]]\n[[Resist it|Resist it 2]]

After Eric Crowley's passing, a new lord comes to the Tower to take his place. Eben Crowley is his next of kin, a distant cousin of yours from the distant country.\n\nBefore him, you are tried for murder. Perhaps it was your beauty, or perhaps it was his lust, but whatever the reason, you are spared execution. Instead, you are sentenced to a lifetime of indentured servitude to the new Lord Crowley. As penance for your horrible act.\n\nPenance indeed.\n\nDo you...\n[[Serve him faithfully?]]\nor [[Serve him resentfully?]]

Pushing open the wooden door, you find yourself standing before a vast and seemingly endless row of shelves upon shelves of books. This must be Atramos's Library. And with so many pages of accumulated knowledge, who knows what secrets lie buried here.\n\nSomewhere within this mess could be a solution to your masculine conundrum. Or perhaps a means to improve your power... Of course, there's only one way to find out.\n\nYou seek...\n[[A Solution]]\n[[Means to Power]]

Trembling with fear, you are cowed into submission. Taking up his spoon, you begin to eat your Liar's Regret. The bitterness assaults your tongue at first, overwhelming all other taste. But with every spoonful you eat, the less you mind the taste of Javier's seed in your mouth.\n\n"Now, that's a good girl." he says to you when you finish the last of your food, a dark smile on his face. "I think, we should have some fun before we get down to business."\n\nHe edges close, until you can feel his breath upon your cheek. With a dangerous glint in his eyes, he asks, "Don't you?"\n\nHe doesn't bother to wait for an answer, pushing you roughly onto the bed. His lusty hands roam curiously across your flesh, until finally they come to rest on your chest.\n\n"Gods, I don't think I've ever seen a pair as big as these before..." In one quick motion, he unleashes your breasts from the confines of your dress, giving each a painful squeeze that makes you gasp.\n\n"And look at those luscious lips, perfect for sucking." As though to prove his point, he climbs atop you, knees on either side of your neck as he begins to undo his pants.\n\nSoon, you are brought face to face with his hard and dripping cock.\n\n"Go on," he encourages you, "[[suck it]]."

<<set $prowess +=1>>You sit him down on his bed and kneel before him. His breath catches in his throat when he sees you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.\n\nHe gasps as you run your tongue across his cockslit, sucking up every drop of his wondrous pre-cum. And he moans as you take him fully into your mouth. Though the head of his cock reaches the back of your throat, you realize you do not gag; you must have lost your gag reflex in your transformation.\n\nUnder the skillful seduction of your tongue, you reduce him to a blubbering mess of moans and gasps. With his hands on the back of your head, he begins to thrust into your mouth.\n\n"Fuck, I-I-I'm about to—" He never finishes, a guttural moan erupting from his lips as he floods your mouth with his seed. All of it you gladly swallow. Drinking his essence, you can feel it invigorate you and sate your hunger.\n\nWhen finally you have milked the last drop from his cock, you let it fall from your lips. Spent and exhausted, he collapses onto the bed.\n<<set $DavidMale to 1>>\nFor a moment, you are tempted to join him there, before you hear the sound of a [[gasp from behind you]].

You follow him helplessly you towards the Dungeon, all the while trying to convince him of who you are. Even as he is leading you into a dungeon cell. "Please, Javier, you have to let me prove who I am!"\n\n"Oh, you won't be proving anything till the Master gets back." The irony of the situation is not lost upon you.\n\nAs he begins to chain you to the wall by your wrists and ankles, you ask incredulously, "What are you doing?"\n\n"Can't be too safe. Don't want you getting away, do we?" He answers, and it makes bile rise in your throat.\n\nAs your servant, he was always the image of professionalism. But that didn't stop him from copping a feel of your breasts before pulling away, making you gasp.\n\n"Well aren't you just precious," he laughs, before taking his leave, slamming the cell door shut behind him.\n\n[[And leaving you cold and alone in the dungeon|Dungeon]].

<<set $desire +=1>>You surrender to the beast. Ignoring his whispered pleas, you force yourself upon him. You care not for his pleasure, only for your own.\n\nSliding your cock into his hole, you fuck him hard as screams erupt from his mouth. You silence them with a kiss, rough and hard, devoid of anything but lust as you feel his tongue against your own.\n\nAs you ram your cock relentlessly inside him, you can feel his struggling die down, his screams soon replaced with moans. No man can resist you now, and the knowledge makes you feel so damn horny.\n\nWith every thrust, you can feel yourself drinking his essence, his masculinity. With every moan from his lips, you can see him change: His cock growing smaller, his balls shrinking, his breasts expanding and his hips widening.\n\nYou too feel a change overcome you. You can feel yourself growing from his essence. Your muscles grow thicker, your wings grow bigger and your form grows taller.\n\nAnd when your balls tighten to signal the inevitable drawing close, you...\n[[Come inside him]]\n[[Pull out]]

<<set $desire +=1>>Impatient with lust, you resolve to fuck him hard and rough. Mage he may be, but he is still a mortal. And how can you suffer such insolence from any mortal?\n\nHe gasps as you begin ripping his robe to shreds, revealing the bare flesh underneath. His body is thin and lanky, nearly devoid of muscle, and what hangs between his loins is just pitiful compared to what you have.\n\nGrinding your cock into his, you can see it harden to its full length; the size of your finger.\n\n"Pitiful," you laugh, "a sissy like you needs a real man to satisfy him. I'm surprised you even lasted this long before surrendering."\n\nYou carry him easily in your arms and make him wrap his legs around your back.\n\n"Now, get ready for the fuck of your lifetime." That is the only warning you give before you push him onto your cock, making him scream as you split him open with your length.\n\nDespite the pain, he remains hard as rock, leaking pre-cum from his cock. Gods, you're going to enjoy this.\n\nThrusting hard and deep, you soon find your cock buried to the hilt inside him. Then, the fucking really begins. Lifting him with your arms, you fuck his hole as though he were [[nothing but a toy]].

You will yourself to disappear and in seconds, your body fades from sight, having turned invisible. As Atramos enters the room, you begin to step towards the door. Step by step, you edge closer to freedom, until finally, it is only a few steps away.\n\nNow, your only obstacle to escape is Atramos, whose hulking form remains before you. When you attempt to sneak past him, he turns towards you and smirks, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"\n\nYou scream as he pounces upon you. Pinning you down, he whispers, "Looks like the secret is out..."\n\nFlailing against him, you struggle to free yourself, but to no avail. He is just too strong for you. Looking up with fear in your eyes, you watch in horror as he whispers the incantation of a dark spell.\n\nSlowly, you find yourself slipping away from conscious thought, and into dreamland. The last thing you hear before darkness overwhelms you is his laughter, [[echoing endlessly in your dreams]].

<<set $desire +=1>>You swat aside his blade like it were nothing but a stick. He screams as you approach him, eyes glinting with lust. "Back, you demon, back!"\n\nKnocking him to the ground, you rip off his armour, piece by piece, as he struggles against you. Hungry for his seed, you pin him down as you take his cock into your mouth, sucking him for all he's got.\n\nEven with fear running through his veins, he cannot resist the power of his lust and soon empties himself in your mouth. The moment he finishes, he falls unconscious to the ground.\n\nWhen he awakens, he will only have a fleeting memory of sex and will think it was nothing more than a dream. Though the state of his armour might prove otherwise...\n\nWith your hunger sated for the night, you head to leave from whence you came. [[Out the window]].

Panicking, you turn towards the tunnel from whence you came and run. You make into the tunnels before you find yourself crashing into the very thing the woman had warned you of. Looking up at him, you begin to understand just why she was so afraid.\n\nThe creature that stands before you is a hulking presence, with a bull's head in place of a human one. Tall with impossibly broad shoulders, every inch of its body is covered in fur and hard muscle. When your eyes reach its crotch, you gasp at the sight of his cock, one that is bigger than any you have ever laid eyes upon.\n\nWith a gasp, you realise that it is a minotaur, a creature of myth and physical embodiment of carnal sin.\n\nThe creature advances towards you and you scream. With a pounce, its arms are upon you, lifting you up into the air as though you were thin as a feather. Struggling, you kick and scream as he raises you above his head like a trophy and roars in victory.\n\nFear courses through your veins as he carries you back into the room of bones, where the woman in rags waits. She screams at the sight of you both, but the creature ignores her. Instead, he walks to the centre of the room, where he throws you to the ground.\n\nYour world is pain as he bends before you, pinning your arms against the floor as he positions his cock before your entrance.\n\n"No! NO!" You scream, as his cock slobbers pre-cum over your cunt. Having seen his enormous size, you know that letting him fuck you will be pain unlike any other. But, you soon realise, that is [[not your choice to make]].

After Javier leaves, you begin to look through the cabinet for clothes. Looking at the dresses before you, you can't help but wish you had more variety in choices. The dresses before you are low-cut and thin enough to be see-through, offering no modesty whatsoever. You might as well be walking around nude, not that you haven't been already.\n\nIt occurs to you that this is all your fault. All the clothes were there by your own choosing, when you were still a man. This is after all the guest room for your mistresses.\n\nIn the end, you decide to go with the...\n[[Skintight Black Dress]]\n[[Elegant Pink Dress]]\n[[Slutty Red Dress]]

It is near morning when you reach your tower, the sun just beginning to peek out from beyond the distant mountains as you climb in through the tower window.\n\nThe servants will be back soon. For a moment, you flex your muscles and newfound wings. And in seconds, they vanish into thin air, as though they were never there. Looking yourself in the bedroom mirror, you see nothing but the man you once were with not a hair out of place. Perfect.\n\n<<if $FrankFemale is 1>>You leave your newfound slave in the guest room, locking the door behind you. Just the thought of punishing her again makes you hard with lust.<<endif>>\n<<if $FrankFuta is 1>>You leave your newfound slave in the guest room, locking the door behind you. Just the thought of punishing him again makes you hard with lust.<<endif>>\n<<if $DavidFemale is 1>>You leave your newfound slave in the guest room, locking the door behind you. Just the thought of training her makes you hard with lust.<<endif>>\n\nFor now, [[sleep calls]].

Trailing them into the alley, you descend upon them when they least expect it. Their bodies entwined, their lips pressed against each other, they never saw you coming. Not until it was far too late at least.\n\nWIP - End for now.

Looking at him, you cannot help but feel fear and resistance growing within you. Almost instantly, you know you can never serve him, even if it means mastering your power. Even if it means a means to your old form. "No."\n\n"Then so be it." Comes his answer. With a gesture, you find the world around you twisting and turning and finally, disappearing.\n\nWIP - End for now.

<<set $KnowSecret to 1>>Pushing open the steel door, you enter the dark room before you. When the door slams shut behind you, you are left in pitch black darkness. Darkness which makes your skin crawl.\n\nIt takes you seconds to remember your magic and seconds more to conjure light in your hands. When finally your eyes adjust to the light, you almost scream at what you see. Littered within this chamber is line after line of women, standing as still as statues.\n\nResisting the urge to turn back, you step forward and investigate.\n\nLooking upon them, you realize that these 'statues' are the most life-like you have ever seen. All of them stand nude and all of them are marked with numbers upon their forehead, going up to the triple digits. Gods, what is this place?\n\nAs though to answer, you find yourself tripping on a piece of loose rock and stumble, bumping into one of the statues. The moment you touch her, she comes alive, eyelids batting open and arms flailing about in panic.\n\n"W-w-where am I?" She screams, "Who are you?"\n\nBarely believing this turn of events, you answer, "You are within the Lair of Atramos, and I'm—"\n\n"Atramos?! Oh, I remember now!" The woman screams, louder than ever, "Atramos, that accursed name!"\n\n"Accursed? Why?" You ask, suddenly curious.\n\n"The man is a monster. One who has existed for countless aeons!"\n\n"But how is that possible? Even the most powerful of mages cannot possibly—"\n\n"He is no ordinary mage, you fool!" The statue cries out, "Like all mages, he made a deal with the devil and asked for power. But unlike the others, he was bold enough to ask for more."\n\n"What did he ask for?"\n\n"Immortality." is the statue's reply. "But like all gifts from the devil, it came with a price. In exchange for eternal youth and endless life, Atramos must siphon his power from another like him. Another mage."\n\n"H-how do you know all this?" You ask, voice trembling.\n\n"Because I was one of his victims!" the Statue wailed, "I was foolish enough to believe he would teach me when all he really wanted was my power! I-I must've been, what, the two hundredth girl to fall for his insidious charms?"\n\nLooking up at her temples, you realize with dread that she isn't far off. For the number there reads, "[[201]]".

Taking flight, you soon find yourself flying over the city's canals. Here, by the sparkling water that holds the moon and stars, is where lovers meet. Where nobody would notice a demon like you lurking about in search of prey.\n\nGliding through the rooftops, you soon find suitable prey below you... A young couple walking hand in hand by the river side. You lie in wait as they walk, kissing and laughing, until finally, desiring privacy from prying eyes, they wander into a dark and lonely alley. <<if $Brotherhood is 1>>[[Perfect|Canals 2]]<<endif>><<if $Brotherhood is 0>>[[Perfect|Canals Ambush]]<<endif>>

<<set $WitchMurder to 1>>"No! I'm Lord Eric!" You kick and scream as he begins to drag you towards the Dungeon. You've brought countless criminals there yourself and you have no wish to spend any time in its dank and cold cells. "Let me go!"\n\nHe continues regardless, pulling you down the stairs. If you had your old body, it would be easy to resist him, but in your womanly form, it is all you can do to slow him down.\n\nYour desperation and anger growing, you realize you have only one way out. Uttering words you never even realized you'd learned, you make fire spring from your palms.\n\nJavier screams as the flame singes his clothes and lets go of you in an instant.\n\n"Witch!" He shouts, as you run away from him and down the stairs.\n\nOn the way down, you can hear him shout for the guards. After that, it isn't long before you can hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Oh gods... what're you going to do now?\n\nNever before have you ever wanted to be somewhere else, to magically shift away. Closing your eyes, you will yourself to teleport. And with a scream, [[you do|teleport]].

Your one simple word brings a smile to her face and makes her flash her sharp and glistening fangs.\n\nWIP - End for now.

"So, what now?" He asks of you, eyeing you curiously, as though barely believing the woman who stands before him was once a man. You don't blame him, having seen your own reflection, you can barely believe it too.\n\nYou ponder his question. Obviously, you want to change back. Right?\n\nAnd yet, with every moment you spend in this new form, you cannot help but wonder if it would be so bad to stay the way you were. To enjoy the pleasures of being a woman.\n\nHow do you answer?\n[[I want to change back]]\n[[I'm not sure]]

In sleep, you dream of troubled things. Of being set adrift in a sea of pleasure; an ocean of flesh and euphoria. Floating in this sea of sex, you feel ecstasy like never before, thrusting and grunting into the slime waters as sensation after pleasurable sensation overcomes you.\n\nIt isn't long however before the dream turns dark. Before the waves of lust begin to overwhelm you, choking you beneath its crashing waves. As you drown in this sea of lust, you awaken.\n\n<p align="center"><b>DAY TWO</b></p>\n"Morning, sir." is the first thing you hear as your eyes flutter open. Javier, your butler, stands before you, eyes full of concern. "Bad dream?"\n\n"Yeah." You answer, as the dream falls away into the darkness of your mind. "Just a dream."\n\n"How was your night, sir?" Javier asks, as you stand to let him dress you.\n\n"Perfect." It almost feels weird to feel the clothing on your skin again, after your wild night of debauchery without them. As he draws your smallclothes over your crotch, you can feel yourself growing hard at his merest touch. That, it seems, is the only part of your illusion that falls away, your cock revealing its true length as it hardens.\n\nDoes Javier respond...\n[[Professionally]]\n[[or With Interest?]]

<<set $control +=1>>Despite how turned on you are by the sight, your cock already fully erect, you know better than to let the desires of your lessers run free. Least of all the desires of a demonic slave.\n\nYou announce your presence, halting them in mid-sex with but a word. "Stop!"\n\nSpellbound, Javier barely even acknowledges your presence. While your slave ignores your order for as long as she can, continuing to suck hungrily from your servant's cock while the brand on her cheek begins to burn. In seconds, she pulls off screaming and clutching her cheek, leaving Javier dazed as he breaks free of her charms.\n\n"S-sir?" He says, when he finally notices your presence. Realising that his cock is dangling before you, he pulls up his pants in a hurry. "I-I was just bringing you your breakfast when..."\n\n"When you decided to partake in my new slave?" You finish his sentence for him.\n\nAt the sound of your words, his face goes pale. "Sir, I didn't mean to, she seduced me! I didn't mean to..."\n\nMeanwhile, your slave claws at the ground in desperation, begging from you, "Please, Master, let me drain him. I am so hungry!"\n\nFaced with such insolence, do you...\n[[Punish him|Edging Javier]]\n[[Let him off]]

But before you leave, you cannot help being drawn to the now-sleeping figure on the bed.\n<<if $DavidFemale is 1>>\nThe man that once was is now a woman. To leave her here would be a cruelty and might even expose your existence to the world, if she manages to prove who she used to be. And that is not a risk you are willing to take.\n\nYou carry her in your arms as you take flight.\n\nHigh in the sky, you cannot help but admire her sleeping form. With ample breasts and wide hips, she is a beautiful woman now, with no sign of the man she used to be. [[You'll look forward to making her your first slave.|End Night]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $DavidMale is 1>>\nThe man sleeps with a contented expression on his face and with his hand resting on his now-flaccid cock. Overcome by affection, you plant a kiss on his cheek and whisper, "Sweet dreams."\n\nWith that, you take flight and [[return home|End Night]].\n<<endif>>

"I want you."\n\nThe demon laughs, "Try again, mortal."\n\nDo you...\n[[Repeat your Demand|You 2]]\n[[Try something else|Who dares call upon the Lord of Hell?]]

After departing the glade, you continue down the mountain.

<<set $dress to 'black'>>The black dress is soft to touch, made of finest silk. It is only when you wear it that you realize just how thin and tight it is. The way it clings to your skin, it leaves virtually nothing to the imagination.\n\nWearing it now, you cannot help but remember the woman who once wore it. A darkly tanned foreign woman from across the sea, she was an exotic beauty. Wild and insatiable, she had a craving for cock you were only too willing to please. The days you spent with her were wild, you must have fucked her once in every room of this tower, including the one you now stand in. Each time better than the previous.\n\nLooking at your reflection in the mirror, you can see the resemblance. And you're not sure how that makes you feel.\n\n[[What Now?]]

The figure that stands before you is no longer the demoness, but something else entirely. He is a man with a face that is ruggedly handsome and a body of beautifully sculpted muscle. What draws your eyes is that which lies between his loins, his impossibly long cock. Just looking at it evokes awe from deep within, and a stirring in your own loins.\n\nBy his unnatural charm and the dark flame that burns in his eyes, there is no doubt of who he is. Asmodeus, the dark lord himself.\n\n"Come," he speaks, his voice booming with dark power, "Come and receive my blessing!"\n\nYou step towards him, quaking with fear and lust. When he sees you tremble, he snorts in derision and laughs, "So this is the worm who dares call upon me? Let's see what you're made of."\n\nPulling you into his dark embrace, he gives you no chance to react before he kisses you, hard and rough. Without even thinking, you find yourself kissing back, melting into his arms.\n\nHis fingers are hot, searing you like hellfire wherever he touches, a pain you would gladly bear for his blessing. When they roam to your arse, spreading your cheeks and exposing your hole, you know instantly what he intends to do. And yet, you are powerless to stop him.\n\nWith ease, he pushes the first slicked-finger into your hole, making you gasp from the intrusion and moan into his lips. Then comes the second, making you grind desperately against him, and the third, which pulls from your lips a moan, "[[Please, please, fuck me!|Blessing Alt 2]]"

When you next open your eyes, you find yourself in a dirty back alley, one of the countless many that exist beyond the Tower. Without even the smallest scrap of modesty, you stand amidst the grime, shielding yourself with nothing but your hands.<<if $WasDressed is 1>>It would seem that your clothes didn't make the transition with you.<<endif>>\n\nSearching your surroundings, it isn't long before you realize you are not alone. For soon, you hear the sound of voices in the distance—male voices—that come closer with each passing second.\n\nOh gods, if they find you... You shudder just thinking of it. No, you can't let them see you, not in your current state.\n\nWorst of all, try as you might to muster your teleportation spell again, you simply cannot. Using it the first time has left you drained and powerless, too weak to call upon it again.\n\nLooking around, you search for a way out, an exit of some sort, or maybe someplace to hide. But the alley only has one exit, from which the voices emanate, and its bare walls offer no place to hide in. As the voices grow louder and closer, you feel panic rise up within you, and a knot gather around your throat.\n\nJust as you had reached your wit's end, the sound of horses reaches your ears. And in an instant, you see a horse-drawn carriage pull up before you. Its driver is a gruff-looking man, with a certain rugged handsomeness about him. When he sees you gape, he shouts, "Well, what're you waiting for? Get in!"\n\n"How did you... Where did you even..." Your mind is bursting with questions!\n\n"I won't say this again, lady." the man growls impatiently, giving you his outstretched hand, "Get in!"\n\nDo you...\n[[Do as he says]]\n[[Hesitate]]

"Please, fuck me!" he repeats, his voice anxious with desire.\n\nHappy to give him what he needs, you spread his legs and position your cock at his entrance. Another tender kiss is all the warning you give as you push inside him, making him bite on your lip from the pain.\n\nThe sight of his hard cock bids you continue, pushing deeper and deeper inside him. Until you lie buried to the hilt in his arse.\n\n"Fuck," he moans, arms roaming desperately across your body, searching for something he cannot find.\n\nAfter that, you give him everything you have. Your thrusts coming hard and fast, you reduce him to a mindless body, only able to scream and moan while you fuck him.\n\nOver time, you begin to see his body grow...\n[[More Masculine]]\n[[More Feminine]]

<<if $EricHuman is 1>>You are Eric Crowley. Lord of the City.\n\nYou have a thin build, with a body of lean muscle. With ruggedly handsome features, you are a charming man to behold and truly a man's man. Often, the first thing one notices when he looks at you is the bulge in your pants. Your cock, nine inches hard, remains significant even when soft.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $EricMaster is 1>>\n<b>Authority:</b> <<$control>>\n<b>Affection:</b> <<$affection>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $EricIncubus is 1>>You are Eric Crowley. A man who bears the blessing of Asmodeus.\n\nYou have a tall and thick stature, with a body of hard muscle that exudes an aura of sex and desire. From your back, black leathery wings sprout, and from your temples, demonic horns protrude. Of your demonic nature, there is no doubt.\n\n<b>Demonic Prowess:</b> <<$prowess>>\n<b>Demonic Lust:</b> <<$desire>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $EricWoman is 1>>You are Eric Crowley no longer. Where once was a body of lean muscle and handsome charm, there is now the body of a woman, with bouncy breasts and an ample butt. And of course, where your cock once was is a woman's cunt.\n\n<b>Magical Skill:</b> <<$magic>><<endif>>\n\n[[Back|previous()]]

You see below you a large manor, one that must belong to one of the city's nobility. On its highest floor, there lies an open window. You land outside and peek within. Where once you would have saw nothing but pitch black darkness, your demonic eyes now see the sleeping figure of a man on his bed. So great are your senses that you can see the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps and hear the sound of his snoring.\n\nYou creep into the room, on soundless steps, until finally you stand beside his bed. Pulling aside the blanket, you find the sight of him near-impossible to resist. He sleeps in the nude, with his alabster skin and thin muscle bared for all to see. Your eyes travel downward, until they reach his beautiful butt, soft and inviting.\n\nNow, you can feel the beast clawing at the confines of your mind.\n\nAnd you...\n[[Unleash it]]\n[[Resist it]]

Pushing aside your robe skirt, you expose your cunt to the cold air of the sanctum. Just the sight of it is enough to make Atramos grin with anticipation.\n\nNervously, you begin to touch yourself, trailing your fingers across the tiny slit. Slowly, you tease at it, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.\n\n"Finger yourself." Atramos says, watching your every move.\n\nAnd quickly, you obey. Pressing your fingers inwards, you push within, gasping as you begin to penetrate yourself. Slowly, you scissor your fingers inside you, releasing moans from your lips as they create friction within.\n\nStretching out your free hand, you begin to concentrate again on the flame. And when you conjure it anew, it burns brighter than ever, a towering pillar of flame that rises from your palm.\n\nBut that, it seems, is still not enough for your master, for you soon feel his presence behind you. Taking you by the hand, he forces your finger deeper inwards, making them thrust hard and fast inside you.\n\n"Ah! Ah!" You moan, as the friction becomes unbearable inside you. As the fire grows greater and greater.\n\nIt isn't long before your fingers are pulled loose, replaced with Atramos's own, to be shoved hard and deep inside you. Under his ministrations, it isn't long before you are pushed to your limits.\n\nWith one final thrust of your fingers, your body begins to spasm as your cunt begins to spurt its juices all over his hand. As pleasure explodes through your body, you find yourself losing control of the flame in your hand.\n\nTearing free, the flame becomes an inferno brighter than any you've ever seen. Surging through the sanctum, it seemed ready to reduce everything to ashes, but a quick gesture from your master turns it to air.\n\nCollapsing to the floor, you lie panting and gasping from the exertion of your spell.\n\n"We are done for today," Atramos says, with the grimmest of expressions, before pushing open the doors of his sanctum and [[vanishing from sight]].

<<set $control -=1>><<set $affection +=1>>With your mind lost to pleasure, you do not think to refuse when she offers you your own seed to drink. Parting your lips, you let her cum-slicked fingers enter your mouth, and suck on them like a hungry babe.\n\nThe taste is bitter and yet, you cannot stop.\n\n"[[Shall we retire to bed now, <i>Master</i>?|You 5]]" She croons, in mock subservience.

No sooner has he said those words before the doors open to reveal a glittering room unlike any you have ever seen. With walls of silver and gold, lined with glimmering gems and exquisite carvings. And at the center of it all lies a statue of peerless craftsmanship, depicting a man in thick and billowing robes, who looks exactly like...\n\nTurning to your Guide, you are shocked to see that he is no longer the unassuming horseman. Rather, he stands with his body bare except for a loincloth, muscles straining against the golden bands around his wrist and waist. Only now do you see his strength and power, his charm and masculinity. "And I, am Atramos!"\n\nIt takes you some time before you regain enough composure to finally ask the burning question in your mind, "Who are you and why have you brought me here?"\n\n"Have you not heard me, child? I am Atramos, Wizard of Witchtooth Mountain, Master Magician and Unrivalled Conjuror." Surely, he does not lack for pride. "And I have brought you here to impart my teachings."\n\nSeeing the confusion on your face, he continues, "All wizards must take an apprentice, and I have spent countless years in search of one to train. Last night, I sensed the coming of a powerful demon into this realm and the birth of power unlike any other. Power, it seems, in beautiful form."\n\nHis wandering gaze makes you blush and move to cover yourself.\n\n"That's it?" You ask, "You wish to train me?"\n\n"No, young one, I seek to tame you." With a gesture, his loincloth disappears, exposing his huge and throbbing cock. "Before you can master your power, you must learn to [[please your betters]]."\n

Now that you are dressed, you cannot help but wonder: What now?\n\nLady Erica is not a permanent disguise. When the week is done and 'Eric' fails to return, questions will be asked and your identity will be scrutinized. You shudder to think of the consequences then.\n\nBut where else can you go? Everything you have and own belongs to your old identity. And of course, you must ask yourself, is the power you now have, the magic that runs in your veins, worth this new body? Is it even possible to change back?\n\nAll this you ponder until you hear the sound of knocking on the door.\n\n"It's me, milady." You hear Javier's voice from the other side, "[[Lunch is ready]]."

Unable to resist finding out, you pick it from its resting place and feel its warmth in your hands.\n\nStanding behind you, Javier watches you, spellbound as you run your fingers over the smooth and glistening rock. "What does it do?"\n\n<I>Well, there's only one way to find out...</I>\n\nWIP - End for now.

<<set $control +=1>><<set $affection -=1>><<set $JavierRelationship to 1>>At the peak of their lust, just as they are on the verge of climax for the fifth time, you decide to end it. With a word, you halt their pleasure and their pain, forcing their desires beneath the surface to smolder.\n\nBoth of them look at you with hate lingering in their eyes, fading quickly when a glare reminds them of what you can do.\n\n"Javier, bring her to the Guestroom." You say to your manservant, before glaring at your Slave. "And you... I won't stand for any rebellion, or any more of your temptations. You will follow Javier without a single step out of line, do you understand me?"\n\nWith reluctance, she hisses her answer, "Yes."\n\n"[[Take her away|Next Event]]."

Father Graydawn arrived in the afternoon, with a group of priests in tow. You could hear his whispered assurances to the couple that chained you. Proudly bearing his holy symbol of the Twelve and with a prayer on his lips, you were rendered weak and powerless before him. \n\nAfter that, you were clasped in silver chains and humiliated by parading you through the city streets without even a scrap of modesty.\n\nThrough it all, you found yourself impossibly hard, which earned you countless jeers and disgusted glares from the people you pass. When finally you reach the Church, you are marched before its Elders for judgment.\n\nHungry with lust and hard as rock, you are sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment. They imprison your cock with a celibacy device, one that makes it painful whenever you get hard, before bringing you into their Vault.\n\nThere, you find yourself amongst countless demons, each of them trapped in their own cell. You are brought to your own cell, a large and gilded room where they chain you to the wall and leave you to rot.\n\nUnable to sate your lust and desire, you soon grow mad, dribbling an endless stream of pre-cum from your cock. The only release you shall ever receive is from horny and curious acolytes, dared by their seniors to fuck a demon. Desperate as you are, you don't even resist, spreading your legs for their cocks.\n\n<b>ENDING B2: CONSEQUENCE OF EXCESS - IMPRISONMENT</b>\n<<remember $endingB2 to 1>>

<<set $control -=1>>With your cock in her mouth, being pleasured by her masterful tongue, you find yourself surrendering yourself to her and letting her take charge.\n\nWith a mischievous glint in her eyes, she begins to play with your balls, giving them playful squeeze that makes you groan. Despite the pain, you find yourself impossibly hard now that she's taken your cock all the way down her throat. The way her throat squeezes on it, it's almost as though she was made for you.\n\nAs she begins to bob her head on your cock, you close your eyes to resist climaxing then and there. Caught in the throes of lust, you pay no mind as she pins down your arms behind your back, nor when her hands come dangerously close to your arse.\n\nIt is only when her fingers start to toy with your hole does realization hit you like a splash of cold water. Opening your eyes, you can see her fingers, slick with saliva, aimed at your hole.\n\nDo you...\n[[Let her proceed?]]\n[[Stop her now?]]

Horny and impatient, you grab a fistful of her hair and push her down onto your cock. You almost want her to gag on it, to be in awe of your size, but she takes it easily and without resistance. Does hell rid its' servants of their gag reflex?\n\nGods, this is amazing. Her throat wraps tightly around your cock, squeezing it in all the right places. It is almost as though she were made for you. Made to be your whore.\n\nSoon, you can feel your climax building up inside you.\n\nDo you...\n[[Empty your load down her throat]]\n[[Drench her face in the stuff]]

<<set $DayThree to 2>><p align="center"><b>DAY THREE, EVENING</b></p>\nAs the day draws to a close, you find your hunger awakening once more. Shedding your human disguise, you can feel the beast within roaring for carnal pleasure. But how will you satisfy it?\n\n<<if $BrimstoneClue is 1>><b>[[Investigate the Mysterious Letter]]</b><<endif>>\n\n<b>Sate your lust on...</b>\n<<if $LaraTrained is 1>>[[Lara]]<<endif>>\n<<if $AnnaTrained is 1>>[[Anna]]<<endif>><<if $AndrewTrained is 1>>[[Andrew|Femboy Andrew]]<<endif>><<if $AndrewTrained is 2>>[[Andrew|Masc Andrew]]<<endif>>\n\n<b>Visit...</b>\n[[The Canals]]\n[[The Scarlet Hand]]

"I-I have to get out of here!" You cry out, heading towards the door. Before you can even move however, you feel her cold lifeless fingers grab onto your arm.\n\n"No, don't!" She speaks, "Don't even try to escape. The moment he realizes his ploy is up, he'll kill you!"\n\nThat is enough to make you freeze.\n\n"What did he promise you?" The statue asks, "Power? Magic? Your manhood?"\n\nAll of the above, it seems.\n\n"Well you can still have all of it!" The statue continues, "There is a way out!"\n\n"How?"\n\n"Atramos has a weakness. It takes time to siphon your magic and power, time enough for you to exploit him."\n\n"How?!" You blurt you, louder than you should have.\n\n"After living for centuries, his power has grown too great for his body to contain. And to keep his magic, Atramos created a phylactery, which now holds his power. You need only break it to leave him powerless, then you can defeat him!"\n\n"Where is it? What does it look like?" You ask, but before you can get your answer, you hear the sound of footsteps in the hall. "Oh god, he's back."\n\nAlmost instantly, the statue reverts to lifeless form and you are left alone once more in the darkness. Putting out your light, you press yourself against the walls and hope against hope he does not [[see you here]].

When you awaken, you find yourself in a dark and featureless chamber, lying on the cold hard ground. Groaning, you begin to stand, only to realize you are not alone. Standing before you is a cloaked figure of masculine form, gazing at you from beneath his cowl with glowing red eyes.\n\nStanding in this dark room, you cannot help but feel a sense of wrongness around you and about this figure. Something worse than what you are.\n\nWhen he sees you awaken, the cloaked figure steps towards you and drops his hood, unveiling his alien visage. For the man's face is little more than a mass of purple tentacles which sprout from his head.\n\nYour first instinct is to flee, but there is nowhere to run and no door to escape through. You are well and truly trapped. Before you even have time to ponder your predicament however, the creature is upon you.\n\nHis cloak is ripped to shreds by the mass of tentacles beneath, tentacles which now slither towards you. No part of his skin is left unmarred by the presence of tentacles. And much as you try to hold them back, resistance is futile, for tentacles soon entwine themselves around your wrists and ankles, and holding you tight.\n\nSoon, his tentacles are upon you. Tracing across every part of your skin, they grope at every bit of flesh and leave no crevice or spot untouched. Slowly, you begin to realize that they are excreting a strange liquid; liquid which makes your skin tingle and grow numb.\n\nTrapped in his tentacles, it isn't long before you find yourself surrendering to his touch. Before you find his tentacles at every entrance.\n\nBefore you even have a chance to protest, his tentacles force his way past your lips and down your throat, while another begins to penetrate your hole. Inwardly, you scream and moan as you are spitroasted by this savage embodiment of pure lust.\n\nOn and on, his tentacles invade your body, inflicting immeasurable pleasure upon you with their wicked sensations. Soon, you find yourself about to come, your balls growing tight. Just as your body begins to spasm, you feel the tiniest tentacle at the head of your cock.\n\nAnd when the first load sprays free, the tentacle pushes inside your cockslit, trapping your seed within and forcing upon you the most painful and wondrous orgasm you have ever experienced. Unable to come, your body spasms endlessly against its tentacled intruders and bit by bit, you find any semblance of rational thought replaced by pure and carnal lust.\n\n<<if $prowess > 3>>The last thing you see before darkness overcomes you is his tentacled mass enveloping you completely, [[trapping you in an endless cycle of orgasms|Pleasure 3]].<<endif>>\n\n<<if $prowess < 4>>The last thing you see before darkness overcomes you is his tentacled mass enveloping you completely, [[trapping you in an endless cycle of orgasms|Pleasure Bad]].<<endif>>

<<if $FrankFemale is 1>>Walking through the hallways of your Tower, you soon hear the sound of moaning from the guestroom. Stopping before it, you push the door gently open to peek within.\n\nWhat you see enflames your desire. Javier stands nude, with his cock in the mouth of the woman kneeling before him.\n\n"You're a tough one, aren't you?" You hear Javier speak as her eyes gleam with resentment, "I don't think you understand your place yet, slut. But don't worry, we'll be making a whore out of you yet."\n\nMuch as you wish to join them, you know better than to interrupt Javier's training. Patience is key to a successful slave. For now, you shall need to sate your hunger [[on other flesh|Second Night 2]]<<endif>>\n<<if $DavidFemale is 1>>Walking through the hallways of your Tower, you soon hear the sound of moaning from the guestroom. Stopping before it, you push the door gently open to peek within.\n\nWhat you see enflames your desire. Javier stands nude, with his cock in the mouth of the woman kneeling before him.\n\n"Good girl, you're getting better at this," Javier gives the girl an encouraging pat. "Soon, we'll be making a whore out of you yet."\n\nMuch as you wish to join them, you know better than to interrupt Javier's training. Patience is key to a successful slave. For now, you shall need to sate your hunger [[on other flesh|Second Night 2]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FrankFuta is 1>>Walking through the hallways of your Tower, you soon hear the sound of moaning from the guestroom. Stopping before it, you push the door gently open to peek within.\n\nWhat you see enflames your desire. Javier stands nude, with his cock in the mouth of the 'woman' kneeling before him.\n\nYou note with interest that her cock is painfully hard, dribbling pre-cum over the floor as your butler thrusts into her mouth. "Good girl, we'll be making a whore out of you yet."\n\nMuch as you wish to join them, you know better than to interrupt Javier's training. Patience is key to a successful slave. For now, you shall need to sate your hunger [[on other flesh|Second Night 2]].<<endif>>

It is minutes later when you find yourself standing before six of your guardsmen, their excitement obvious by the bulges in their pants.\n\n"Men, I have a job for you today," you speak over the sound of your slave's shouting. "I seem to be having problems with one of my slaves, and I think... she needs to have the defiance fucked out of her."\n\nHer screams grow louder and angrier at the sound of that, while the men grow rowdy with laughter.\n\nTo them, you say:\n\n"[[Break her]]"\n"[[Teach her a lesson]]"

<<set $AndrewMale to 1>>You pull out, pushing her to the ground before emptying your cock into her mouth. She drinks hungrily as you spill your seed onto her waiting lips.\n\nPressing your fingers into her newfound cunt, you make her gasp as you milk her of her juices. With her liquid lust pooled in your hands, you drink of it and feel yourself grow strong and rejuvenated.\n\nWith that, she falls unconscious to the ground, drained and exhausted. As the afterglow fades from her, so too does your changes. Slowly, she morphs back into the man she once was, breasts receding and cock growing, until one can barely even tell he had changed at all.\n\nWith your lust sated, you take him in your arms and make for the window from whence you came. A mage like him could prove useful indeed, especially [[once you've enslaved him to your cock|Second Night End]]...

<<if $chainedher is 1>>When morning comes and you awaken, the first thing you see is the messy pile of chains on the floor, devoid of their prisoner.<<endif>>\n<<if $chainedher is 0>>When morning comes and you awaken, you reach out for your bed partner, only to find nothing but empty space beside you.<<endif>>\n\nOh gods... Panicking, you look around, but find the demoness nowhere in sight. Then, you hear the sound of a crash in the next room. Without an ounce of hesitation, you rush towards the door, not even bothering to clothe yourself. But when you open it, you find what lies beyond hardly what you had originally expected.\n\nBefore you stands Javier, with his cock in the mouth of the Demoness that kneels before him, moaning and gasping from the ministrations of her tongue. Lying on the ground beside them is a shattered plate, its contents—your breakfast—spilled all over the floor.\n\nNeither of them seem to notice your presence, so engaged in their carnal desires. Do you...\n\n[[Stop Them]]\n[[Watch Them]]

With a sigh, you tell your tale from the very beginning. Everything, from conjuring up a demon, to asking for magic and being turned into a woman. And with every word, the hostility on his face only grows.\n\n"Do you take me for a fool?" Javier shouts, "One that would abandon his master over the first pretty girl he sees?"\n\nWIP - End for now.

Looking upon him, you cannot help but feel your lust flare at the sight of such a fine specimen of masculinity. The attraction is undeniable, and you find yourself unable to resist kissing him from neck to navel, making him gasp from the touch of your hellfire lips.\n\nClimbing atop him, you strip out of your clothes before straddling his body. Oh, you want him, and more than anything in the world, you want his desire; his lust. Grinding your bare ass against his hard sex, you make him moan from the friction. Desperate to have you, his arms pull hard upon the chains, but you pin him down with your own. No, you'll have him by your own terms.\n\nRubbing his cock, you wet your fingers with his own pre-cum and slide them into your hole. Finger by finger, you stretch yourself and prepare your hole for his cock. When at last you are ready, you pull free and grab his cock, pushing it against your now-slick hole.\n\nYou gasp as the head of his cock pushes inside you. Far bigger than any of your fingers. Only your hand pressing down on his chest keeps him from thrusting hard and deep inside you, and making you his whore. The line between control and surrender is thin, and will take you all your will not to cross.\n\n[[Start off slow]]

<<set $dress to 'pink'>>You pick up the pink dress. It is low-cut, with a short skirt, but still offers the most modesty of all your choices.\n\nSlipping into it, you cannot help but remember the woman it once belonged to. A pretty girl from the country, one of your cousin's friends. She was an unassuming beauty, quiet and shy. In bed however, she was anything but. Oh how she would moan as you slid your cock inside her, loud enough for the whole Tower to hear.\n\nLooking at your reflection in the mirror, the memories come flooding back. Of stripping her out of this very dress before you screwed the living daylights out of her in this very room, of sliding your cock inside her wondrous cunt. Resting your fingers over the emptiness at your crotch, you cannot help but long for that feeling again.\n\n[[What Now?]]

The man who bought you is Sir Damien Thorne, an old and wealthy recluse that lives out in the countryside.\n\nAfter your purchase, you are clasped in chains and brought out to his home, a manor house far from civilization. Once there, he clasps a collar around your neck, its enchantment rendering you subject to your master's every whim.\n\nAnd there, you realize the two of you are far from alone. For you are not his only slave, but one of three Incubi that inhabit his home. Henry and Garret are your fellow slaves, bought from the same auction you were.\n\nYour days thereafter are spent in an endless orgy with your fellow slaves, fucking and sucking and being fucked while your master watches hungrily from his bed. Damien always watches, never participating, content to simply watch his pets play before him.\n\nAt first, you struggled against your new life, trying constantly to escape and return to the city. But never do you succeed, for the collar's enchantment is nigh unbreakable.\n\nIn time, you come to like your new existence. Your companions make for fast friends, with Henry being an insatiable bottom and Garret ever willing to give you a good fucking with his enormous manhood. Pressed between them, with your cock in Henry's arse and Garret's in yours, comes to be [[your favorite place to be]].

Ever since your last meeting, your lovely Andersen has been lavishing you with his gifts. Every hour, the servants find a new token of his love, a new gift to win your heart, on your doorstep. Flowers, jewellry and the like.\n\nThe latest amongst them is a necklace of gold lace adorned with a bright and flawless ruby; exuding a red glow beneath the sunlight. Attached is a message which reads:<i> </i>\n\nWIP - End for now.

The door opens to reveal a group of men, six in all, all of them dressed in guardsman's leathers. And all of them at the very peak of masculinity, with broad shoulders, handsome faces and muscles that strain against the confines of their uniforms.\n\nSeeing you on the bed, a wicked smile passes between them. Your night is spent being passed between them, fucked mercilessly in all manner of perversity, all without any chance of release.\n\nBy the time your night draws to a close, you are sore from screaming and fucking, and driven nearly mad from the lack of release. Only then does the angel see fit to free you from your bonds, and [[let you feel your well-deserved and painful climax|Day 3 End]].

Your hero is a young man. Barely old enough to have a beard!\n\n"Are you alright?" he asks, genuine concern on his face as he wraps his cloak around you, "Did they hurt you?"\n\n"Only my dignity." you huff. Pulling his cloak close, you try to recover what's left of your dignity and your modesty.\n\nWIP - End for now.

<<set $control -=1>><<set $affection +=2>><<set $chainedher to 0>>Seeing no harm in it, you invite her to your bed.\n\n"Come on, pet." You beckon, patting the empty space beside you. She hesitates for only a second before joining you there, not even bothering to hide the beginnings of a smile on her face.\n\n<<if $control > 1>>As you lie beneath the sheets, you feel her arms wrap sensually around your still-naked form, her hand resting lustily on your cock. For a moment, you wonder if all this is genuine, if you'll ever tame her. But that moment is fleeting, [[vanishing in the wake of slumber|You Day 2]].<<endif>>\n<<if $control < 2>>As you lie beneath the sheets, you feel her arms wrap sensually around your still-naked form, her hand resting on your cock in mock dominance, as though to say, 'Mine'. For a moment, you cannot help but wonder if you truly own her. Or if she owns you. But that moment is fleeting, [[vanishing in the wake of slumber|Lost Control 1]].<<endif>>

Looking into her burning eyes, you begin to feel a change overcome you. With every thrust of your hips, you can feel your muscles growing tight and stronger. With every kiss from her lips, you feel searing pain as horns protrude from your temples, as something begins to sprout from your back. And with every moan from your lips, you can feel your cock growing, inch by inch, in her cunt.\n\nSoon, you feel your climax nearing. With her pussy growing wet and tight around your cock, you know hers is close as well.\n\nWhen finally the moment dawns, when the friction at last becomes unbearable, you let loose the fruits of your lust. The two of you climax at the same time, screaming and moaning together as the final stage of the metamorphosis overtakes you.\n\nAs you empty your load into her cunt, you can feel the leathery wings emerge fully from your back and your horns growing heavier on your head.\n\nWhen the last drop falls from your cock, you feel your world growing dark. The last thing you remember is the demoness's whispered words, "[[Welcome to the world, incubus.|Blessing 4]]"

"Come," she speaks, voice now booming with power, "come and receive the dark lord's blessing!"\n\nThere is something different about her now, a dark and powerful presence now inhabits her form. You can feel the power coming off her in waves, invoking wild lust within you.\n\nStepping forth, you find yourself falling into her warm embrace. With arms wrapped around you, she kisses you, hard. Her lips smash against yours and her tongue draws yours beyond those luscious red lips.\n\nIn her arms, you find yourself growing harder, if that were even possible. As you kiss and grind, her fingers wrap around your manhood and guides it to her warm and waiting cunt. You need no further invitation to fuck her.\n\nPushing her to the ground, you spread her legs and drive your cock home. She screams when the cock first penetrates her wetness, growing louder as you begin to impale her on your length.\n\n"Yesss!" She moans, "Fuck me, oh gods, fuck me!"\n\nYou do as you are told, thrusting deeper and deeper inside her. Until finally, you lie buried to the hilt inside her, all nine inches.\n\nThen, she pulls you close, breasts pressing against your chest as you kiss and fuck. Gods, this feels amazing, your cock thrusting deep inside her while your lips dance together. And with each passing moment, the fire in her eyes grows warmer and brighter, [[fed by the sparks of your lust|Blessing 3]].

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<<set $desire +=1>>With a roar, you empty your load inside him and complete his transformation. As jet after jet of white hot seed floods his insides, his cock shrinks to a nub and finally, becomes a pussy.\n<<set $DavidFemale to 1>><<set $DavidMale to 0>>\nShe screams as you shove your fingers down her cunt, to make her experience her first vaginal orgasm. Spent and empty, you fall atop her and tongue her newly grown cunt, desperate for her essence.\n\nYou drink her juices and her lust, her every drop invigorating you. And now, spent and exhausted, she collapses onto the bed.\n\nFor a moment, you are tempted to join her there, but you find yourself interrupted by [[gasp from behind you]].

<<set $magic += 1>>With a sigh, you get back on your feet. Looking around, only now do you notice the half-dozen doors which litter his sanctum, each of them holding the promise of secrets behind it.\n\nLeft to your own devices, it wouldn't hurt to do a little exploring now, would it? Especially now that your master has proven his tutelage to be anything but benevolent...\n\nFive doors stand before you:\nThe Entrance, firmly closed and locked tight.\n[[A grand-looking door with an 'A' inscribed upon it.|Atramos Chamber]]\n[[A wooden door, from which strange smells emerge.|Alchemy Lab]]\n[[A nondescript wooden door.|Library]]\n[[A steel door with an 'X' inscribed upon it.|Lust Cells]]\nYour Chamber Door

WIP - End for now.

<<set $prowess +=1>>Calling upon dark and eldritch power, you speak words of the demon tongue. Your dark invocation stops him in mid-charge, paralyzed as his sword falls clattering to the ground.\n\nHe begins to speak, "P-p-please, don't kill me! I have a wife and children!"\n\nOh, you had no intention of killing him. Why would you pass up on another source of vital energies?\n\nOnce you have stripped him of his armour, you have your way with his body. Fucking him, sucking him, and finally, draining him of his seed. The moment he finishes, cock growing soft in your mouth, he falls unconscious to the ground.\n\nWhen he awakens, he will only have a fleeting memory of sex and will think it was nothing more than a dream.\n\nWith your hunger sated for the night, you head to leave from whence you came. [[Out the window]].

<<set $LaraTrained to 1>><<set $LaraHate to 1>>From the sidelines, you and Javier watch as the men undress, stepping out of their uniform and into your slave's cell. There, they take their turns at groping her and feeling her up, making her snarl and growl at every touch.\n\nTired of the slave's incessant screaming, Javier shouts, "Would somebody shut her up?"\n\nA guard does just that, silencing her with his cock. Positioning himself before her face, he spits, "If I feel any teeth, I'll be knocking all of them out."\n\nAnd with that, plunges himself into her mouth. Growing emboldened, one of the guards starts finger her cunt, plunging his fingers inside her and by scissoring them, starts making her wet with desire.\n\n"Looks like she's starting to enjoy it," says another guard, "just wait till she feels my cock inside her."\n\nOne by one, they take their turns at her lips and her cunt. With a half-dozen men crowded around her, the slave is spitroasted and used like nothing but a toy. While one man slides his cock into her mouth, another begins slam-fucking her cunt.\n\nAll the while, you can see her growing wet with every man that fucks her. Much as she may want to deny it, her traitorous body betrays her, thrusting and gyrating as cock after cock fills her up.\n\nAnd one by one, they empty their loads all over her face, drenching her in their seed. The mere sight of it makes you hungry with desire.\n\nAfter the last man is spent and done, you enter the cell. Reduced to a blubbering mess, she looks up at you with eyes glazed over with lust. For a second, you swear you see a glimmer of hatred inside them, but that is quashed to nothing in your shadow.\n\n"Tell me, girl." You say to her, "What is your name?"\n\nFor a moment, she hesitates, before answering, "L-Lara."\n\nThe sound of her words brings a smile to your face. She is [[yours now|Day Three Evening]].

That is your existence from that day onwards. Being a whore of the Scarlet Hand, unable to resist as men and women alike have their way with your body. Bound by your collar, you are forced to obey.\n\nYour main customers are men, lured in by the promise of a creature of pure lust, with nothing too depraved for him to endure. And over time, the list of depraved things you have done grows long indeed. Fisting, fucking yourself with your own cock, taking two in your arse at a time, there is nothing you will not endure.\n\nChief amongst your regulars is a man known only as Gutter, a sadistic bastard who takes pleasure in your pain. You dread the nights when he comes into your room, with a bag of his toys slung over his shoulder.\n\nAt the end of your nights with him, you throat would have gone hoarse from screaming and your hole sore from stretching. And yet, you find yourself melting into his arms as morning comes, returning his kisses and moaning like a whore as he fucks you one last time.\n\nEventually, you will forget about the world beyond this room and the life you once lived. As a slave to desire, the only existence you know now is lust and obedience.\n\n<b>ENDING B3: AUCTIONED OFF - MADAME PAGE'S WHORE</b>\n<<remember $endingB3 to 1>>

You collapse to the ground, spent of all your energy.\n\nFinally breaking free of your spell, the mage looks upon you with a mixture of lust and amusement. His hand is wrapped around his cock, now as long as yours used to be. And with a smile on his lips, he positions it before your cunt.\n\n"No, please no," you groan, but to no avail.\n\nHis cock splits you open, penetrating your cunt for the first time and taking your vaginal virgnity. You scream as he impales you upon his length, fucking you with hard and rough thrusts of his impossibly long cock.\n\nNo, this is wrong. You didn't mean for this to happen. And yet, he continues to fuck you, ramming into your cunt and making you scream.\n\nOver time, you realize with dread that you are beginning to enjoy this. No, you groan inwardly, no! But already you can feel your cunt tighten around his cock and your body spasm as you reach orgasm.\n\nWith a gasp, he comes inside you, [[filling your insides with his seed|Fem End]].

Reading through your letters, you find little more than the usual. Requests from the peasant folk, demands from nobility. That is, until you come across the letter...\n\n<b>From Mary Dagely:</b>\n<i>Lord Crowley,\n\nI must thank you for sending your men to investigate the strange happenings next door. It would seem that those sounds were just drunken hoodlums dancing about at night. Your guardsmen have taken care of that.\n\nRegards,\nMary Dagely</i>\n\nThat's strange, you think to yourself, as you put the letter down. Enclosed in the envelope are more papers, all of them blank. Why would she send you an envelope with all this if she merely wished to give you a simple thanks?\n\nAnd now that you think about it, you don't ever recall those guardsmen reporting back. Something suspicious is afoot.\n\n[[Look closer at the letter]]

<<set $magic += 1>>As burning seed vanishes down your throat, you cling onto the memory of your past, refusing to let it go. No matter what you are now, no matter what you have gone through, you refuse to abandon your past; your masculinity.\n\nWhen the dark spell is done and he stands panting before you, cock growing soft in your mouth, you realize that your memories are more distant than ever. But that, at least, beats them not being there at all.\n\n"Welcome, my apprentice." he pants, an expression of doubt and wariness upon him as you swallow the last of his seed.\n\nWith a gesture, a door materializes behind you. "Your chambers. Now, [[leave me be]]."

When you awaken, you find yourself in a beautiful chamber, lying on a soft bed of silk. The room is luxuriant but sparsely decorated, with nothing but your bed, a Vanity and a Wardrobe as furniture.\n\nGroaning, you struggle to sit up, only to realize you can't. You are bound, by your wrists and ankles, onto the bed. Spread eagle in the most tantilizing position. Though your bonds are little more than silk, they refuse to budge no matter how much force you exert on them.\n\n"Well well well, what do we have here?" You hear a voice and look up to see its owner, hovering inches below the ceiling. "Don't bother struggling, you won't escape."\n\nIt is an angel, gazing at you with a curious look in her eyes. With long blonde hair and black-feathered wings sprouting from her back, she is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Indeed, her hair is all the modesty that she has, the silken gold covering her parts.\n\nBut despite her beauty, you find yourself repulsed by her very presence. Something deep inside you shirks and screams from the presence of the divine. And you find yourself growing more uncomfortable by the second.\n\n"What are you going to do to me?" You open your mouth to speak, and find your voice unusually soft and timid.\n\n"Why, I'm going to punish you of course!" She replies with a voice full of malice. "You chose pain, and I will gladly give it to hellspawn like you."\n\nFlying over to the wardrobe, she roots through its contents, before finally pulling out...\n\n[[Lace]]\n[[Leather]]

Lifting you up like a doll, you feel utterly powerless in his arms, a slave to his every desire. It is all you can do to moan when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your hole... gasping as he slides it in... And whimpering as he splits you open with his tool.\n\nLike the demon he is, he spares you no mercy and no gentleness. He fucks you fast and hard, thrusting deep inside you and throwing you into a world of pain. You scream as he impales you on his impossible length, as he makes you feel his manhood deep inside you.\n\nBut it isn't long before this pain turns to lust. When his cock rubs against your pleasure spot, you feel a sensation unlike any other, one that makes you hard as rock. You cry out as he rams it mercilessly, sending you into the throes of lust and reducing you to a slobbering mess.\n\nPulling you close, he silences your moans with a kiss. Lifting your chin with his hand, he makes you look into his eyes of flame, and staring into them, you are [[hopelessly entranced|Alt Blessing 3]].

Taking to the skies, you search the city below you for a new victim on which to sate your hunger.\n\nStrangely, you find yourself irresistably drawn towards the High District. As though some invisible force were pulling you towards it. Flying lower and lower, you soon see the source of this strange force: A manor from which light flows from its uppermost window, like an invitation for you to enter.\n\nUnable to resist, you head towards it, [[flying in]] through the open window without an ounce of hesitation in your body.

<<set $JavierRelationship -=1>>Your heart heavy with doubt, you can only answer, "I'm not sure. I'm really not sure. I'm so lost right now, Javier, and I don't know what to do."\n\nHe offers you his shoulder and his sympathy. "Well, if you're looking to turn yourself back. Your answers must lie somewhere in the Library. That's where you found the Grimoire, isn't it?"\n\nIt was. "And turning me back'll will make all this go away, right?"\n\nHe gives you a nod before asking, "[[Shall I bring you there now?]]"

<<set $affection +=1>>With a feral moan, you come. Load after load, you empty into her throat, all of which she swallows. Even after you have finished, she continues to suck, to drain your manhood of every drop.\n\nNow, spent and empty, you speak, "[[Time for bed, slave.|You 5]] It's been a long day."