Ryanne sat hard on the edge of her bed, sighing. It had been a rough day; not necessarily a bad one but certainly one fraught with complication, leaving her with little time for herself - as usual. She closed her eyes and considered glumly that the next day promised only more of the same.

She lay back on the bed and turned off the lamp, staring for a few moments at the window across the room, gazing out at the cold, star-flecked sky. Just one day, she thought, just one day for myself. Is that too much to ask?

Her thoughts became a muddle as she began to drift off, welcoming sleep as one would a lover. And she began to dream.

At least, it certainly felt like a dream. Ryanne suddenly found herself sitting up in her bed, her heart beating rapidly. She gasped, gazing with wonder about her. Her bedroom was now eerily aglow in a bright azure light, and even her body had taken on the same bluish hue. The source of the light was a mystery, as her windows were solid black and suddenly starless. Out of the corner of her eye, Ryanne caught sight of small, flickering lights that disappeared before she could focus on them. She clutched at herself. This had to be a dream.

Ryanne sat up and swung her legs off the bed, trying to make sense of it all. Whatever it was, it felt real, and yet unreal at the same time. She stood, feeling the solid floor beneath her, and suddenly heard the sound of singing just outside her bedroom door. The voice was eerily beautiful, though she couldn’t decide if it was male or female. It didn’t matter. The song was calling to her, and Ryanne slowly padded across the room to her bedroom door. She carefully gripped the doorknob and swung the door open, expecting to see the hallway. Instead, she was standing in a large, bluish-hued room with floor-to-ceiling windows and marble pillars. In the center of the room were several cushions and divans, and Ryanne clutched at her throat when she caught sight of four people lying naked on the lush pillows. One man and three women, and all breathtakingly beautiful. They smiled at her, welcoming her, and invited her over with slow waves of her hand. Ryanne carefully stepped forward, expecting the dream to end abruptly, but it continued. The singing was louder here, but the voice did not seem to belong to any of the naked people. It filled the room, pleasing her ears and calming her, its source still unknown, and Ryanne began to feel the first stirrings of arousal as she came closer to the group.

One of the women stood, smiling at Ryanne with a kind, amused stare, and gently ran her fingers through Ryanne’s hair. The woman was older than she, but Ryanne thought she’d never seen anyone so beautiful and perfect in her life. She stared down at the man, whose eyes raked her in a warm and appreciative manner, and Ryanne found herself unafraid of his attentions. He was magnificent, with rippling muscles and wavy hair, like a god out of myth. The other two women were young, close to Ryanne’s age, and they too made her tingle with pleasure with their admiring stares.

The older woman seemed to laugh softly, but no sound emanated from her. She reached out and carefully lifted the straps of Ryanne’s nightgown from her shoulders, and the soft garment slid down her body into a puddle at her feet. Strangely, Ryanne felt warmer now that she was naked, as if she had dipped herself into a soothing bath. The woman gazed at her appreciatively and ran a fingertip over Ryanne’s smooth chest and rounded shoulders, then bent in slowly, offering her soft, rich lips. Ryanne shuddered with pleasure and kissed the woman, gently at first and then with increasing need. She moaned silently and pressed her lips harder against the woman’s, then felt herself wrapped in the woman’s arms. Ryanne sighed into her lover’s open mouth as the woman held her close and caressed her body with warm, sensual hands. Slowly, Ryanne slid her own arms around the woman’s waist and pressed close, enjoying the feeling of the woman’s breasts against hers.

Suddenly the man was on his feet and standing behind her, pressing close. Ryanne shuddered as his string, smooth hands slid over her hips, and she could feel his wonderful hardness press gently against her rear. She kissed the woman harder and slid one arm around the woman’s neck, kissing her warm lips with growing passion as the man bent down to kiss her shoulder and neck. Ryanne broke the kiss and began panting, easing her head back slowly as the man ran his warm lips over her skin. The woman gently cupped Ryanne’s breasts, tickling her nipples with her thumbs, and kissed Ryanne’s chest, sliding her tongue over Ryanne’s front. Ryanne shook with pleasure and moaned softly.

The man and woman guided her shaking body downward, laying Ryanne back against the soft, silken cushions, and lay on either side of her, their hands running all over her body. Ryanne whimpered with pleasure and writhed slowly between them, sighing as they took her. She looked up to see the two remaining women crawl sexily over the cushions towards her, and she smiled at them warmly. They smiled back, and one knelt over her and kissed Ryanne’s lips, her tongue warm and liquid inside Ryanne’s mouth. The other girl slid up behind her and lay Ryanne’s head on her lap, running her hands through Ryanne’s hair. Ryanne arched her back as warm hands and loving lips swept over her body. She lost track of who was doing what to her, but it no longer mattered. She felt safe, cared for, taken.

Now she was being turned on her side, and she moaned over her shoulder as the man moved slowly beside her, his throbbing cock caressing her rear and her thighs, awaiting permission. She nodded, and the man slid a powerful arm around her middle, pushing against her, and she sighed with delicious pleasure as he entered her slowly. The older woman lay on her side facing Ryanne, kissing her endlessly on the shoulders and neck and chest, her sure, smooth fingers dancing over Ryanne’s hardening nipples. The two girls swarmed and darted about, licking and touching her body wherever they could, and Ryanne felt herself becoming buried in a veritable mountain of warm, soft flesh.

The man began to moving his hips slowly, fucking in and out of her with incredibly gentle and satisfying strokes, planting his lips on her back and feasting on her skin. Ryanne began panting quickly with every thrust, feeling his cock inside her, warm and hard and alive, and she began pushing her hips back and forth, urging him on. The two girls bent over her and took turns kissing her mouth, sometimes sharing her, sometimes kissing each other for her pleasure, and Ryanne felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight of their beautiful lips pressed together. She clung tightly to the woman, who was now feasting on her breasts with a warm, loving tongue, while the man held her and fucked her from behind, murmuring sweet words to her and sliding in and out of her just right. If this was a dream, she never wanted it to end.

Ryanne groaned and pressed close to the woman, kissing the top of her head, then pushed her body back and forth, smashing her breasts against the woman’s as the man thrust in and out of her with increasing passion. Hungrily, Ryanne turned her head upward and pressed her lips against the warm inner thigh of one of the girls. Her own body broke out in a sweat, and she became slippery against the two bodies she was sandwiched between. The man grunted and tightened his arm around her waist, fucking her harder, thrusting his cock in her and stabbing it in all directions, rubbing against her inner muscles and satisfying her deeply. Ryanne lifted her thigh and clamped the woman against her, teasing her with her breasts, pushing and twisting her rock hard nipples against the woman’s own nipples. The three lovers thrashed wildly, grunting softly and moaning as the two girls swarmed over them with hands and lips, paying special attention to Ryanne.

Finally Ryanne stiffened and came, clamping the man’s cock tightly inside her and twisting her hips against him almost savagely, savoring every moment of her orgasm. The man came too, spurting hot come inside her and slamming his muscular body back and forth in time with hers. The woman held Ryanne close and sucked greedily on her chin, mashing breasts and breathing hotly against Ryanne’s skin, sharing and encouraging her orgasm.

Ryanne collapsed, limp, and lay with her eyes closed for a moment, catching her breath. The man kept his hardened cock inside her just long enough, then withdrew, kissing her hair and sucking gently on her earlobe. The woman ran her tongue over Ryanne’s lips and slid her body up and down the length of Ryanne’s for long, lingering moments. Finally Ryanne stirred and got shakily to her knees, smiling with pleasure at the man and woman, sharing a kiss with each as they knelt alongside her. Then Ryanne turned her gaze on the two beautiful girls, who smiled at her with excited eyes, and the man and woman slipped discreetly away for the moment.

The two girls pushed up against Ryanne, exchanging kisses in a sweet threesome as Ryanne slid each of her hands to their tight, round asses, pulling them close to her. The trio’s bodies fit each other perfectly, sliding up and down against each other and exciting each girl in turn. Ryanne trembled, pushing her tongue deep into one girl’s sweet-tasting mouth and fucking it gently between her lips. She groaned and pushed the down onto a pile of satiny cushions, sliding her body over the girl’s and ravishing her beautiful body. The other girl knelt behind Ryanne and gripped her hips, pushing against Ryanne with slow, deliberate movements. Ryanne sighed loudly and sucked the first girl’s breast into her mouth, enjoying the effect her actions was having on her writhing lover.

A sudden movement caused Ryanne to look up, and she saw the woman gently straddle the girl’s face, pushing her center on to the girl’s mouth. Ryanne smiled and sat up, her thighs clenching the girl’s sides, and wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck, kissing her deeply and shivering as the woman pulled her close, her slender hands caressing Ryanne’s naked back. The remaining girl climbed onto her friend as well, behind Ryanne, and began kissing the back of Ryanne’s neck, causing her to shudder from head to toe.

The four women writhed and squirmed against each other, each one blending with the other three in a sensuous dance. Surrounded by female flesh, Ryanne became more aroused, and she slowly got down on her hands and knees on top of the first girl, then looked over her shoulder with hot eyes for the man. He was there in an instant, replacing the girl who’d been seated behind Ryanne, and as he gripped Ryanne’s hips he teased her moist slit with his hardened cock. She moaned and arched her back, flicking her tongue at the woman’s heaving breasts, and welcome the man’s cock as it slid deep inside her. Gasping, seething, Ryanne rocked back and forth, her breasts dangling over the prone girl and teasing her skin with her hard nipples. The girl moaned between the woman’s legs and humped up at Ryanne, who began twisting her hips and pulling the man’s cock inside her. The remaining girl knelt by Ryanne and reverently slid her hands over Ryanne’s rippling back, sharing a kiss from time to time with the man, who with strong, sure strokes began to fuck Ryanne harder, satisfying her aching need with each thrust of his hips.

Ryanne groaned, feeling completely fulfilled, and began slamming her body back against the man’s, clinging to the woman’s waist as she worked her body into a frenzy. She was barely aware of the girl beneath her, who slid out from under her and knelt by Ryanne’s side, joining her companion in caressing and worshipping Ryanne’s body with her hands. The woman knelt in front of Ryanne, gazing down at her and moaning with pleasure just from watching Ryanne flail about with abandon. Seething and gasping, Ryanne squeezed the man’s cock with her inner muscles and savored the long, hard fucking she was receiving. Her cries grew louder as she began to lose control, and the world exploded into light as she came, harder and wetter than she had in her life. She moaned, feeling the warm bodies of the girls and the woman swarming all over her, enhancing her orgasms with their touching and kisses.

And then, in a flash of white, her lovers were gone.

Ryanne woke from her dream in a shaking, highly aroused state. Her body was bathed in sweat, and her breathing was ragged and out of control. Shaking her head, she sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes with her palms, trying to orient herself. It was, without a doubt, the most vivid and realistic dream she had ever had. She could still feel their hands on her skin, their lips on hers, their tongues in her…

She shuddered. Just then, her alarm went off.

Ryanne groaned and stood, unsteady, stumbling to the bathroom. As she peered into the mirror, she was struck by how flushed her face was and how her body glistened with and poured sweat. My god, she thought. It was just a dream. What is the matter with me?

She showered, then dressed, her mind still barraged by steamy images from her dream. It befuddled her that she would dream such a thing; her experience with sex was limited, and not very interesting, and it stunned her to think she was capable of such a vivid and kinky fantasy. Three women and one man - such a scenario had never even occurred to her.

As Ryanne dressed, she became lost in deep thought. She had felt some excited, renewed energy within herself ever since the initiation ceremony. Could what happened that night be causing the dreams?

As a child, Ryanne was sent to stay with her grandmother whenever times became tough at home, which was often. Left to her own devices, Ryanne discovered a treasure trove of beautiful objects in her grandmother’s attic – candles, statues, talismans, amulets, books of spells – and it gradually dawned on the young girl that her grandmother was a witch, or at least had studied to become one. Ryanne threw herself into a study of Wicca, absorbing its lore and knowledge, recognizing a fact about herself that she had never even considered, but now knew with every inch of her soul: she was a witch.

And she was not alone. Ryanne was delighted to find recently that a small coven was active nearby, and she was invited to join and become one with these women by way of an initiation rite. When the fateful night came, she joined them in the peace and cool darkness of a beautiful glade, feeling giddy and nervous and excited. Each of the women present including Ryanne wore a clean, gleaming white dress, and Ryanne’s heart pounded at the sheer, enchanting beauty of her four companions. As they gathered in the open area of the forest, she saw a large rock in the center, a lit candle sitting atop each corner of its surface, and an older woman, a priestess, offered a candle to Ryanne. The woman’s skin was wonderfully wizened, and her eyes were kind as they glittered in the candlelight. “How do you enter?” she asked.

Ryanne’s face was radiant and joyful. “In perfect love, in perfect trust,” she replied, and gently kissed the priestess. Ryanne then passed the candle to the next woman, repeating the greeting with the one after, and then stood by the altar, watching as the women formed an invisible circle around her, each one positioned at each corner: north, east, south and west. Ryanne knew the circle represented each one of the elements. Together the women invoked the spirits to bid them to join and protect them, and the candles dimmed slightly as they spoke, then flared up again. Ryanne then called out in a clear, sweet voice.

“Within this Circle of Power I call to thee.

I open myself to your essence.

In this, the most Holy of places, and within this, most Holy of Times,

I am forever hereby changed.

“I wish to dedicate myself to you, O gracious God and Goddess.

I wish to henceforth walk the path of the Old Ways, the Path of the Wicca, the path of the Craft.

Fill me with your knowledge and your love.”

As she continued, a wind rose up, scattering dry leaves across the altar, and causing the candle flames to flutter wildly. A great energy flowed through Ryanne, and she closed her eyes and caught her breath as thunder rumbled and the wind blew harder. She opened her eyes and smiled at her companions, who gazed back with love and friendship. Ryanne felt her white dress slip off her shoulders, and then she was naked, and the other women followed suit. She began to dance, feeling the wind caress her body like a lover, letting her long hair tumble down her back and tossing her head, undulating nakedly before the altar. The four women joined her, sometimes dancing together as a group or in twos, and the wind whipped wildly across their bodies, and a soft rain began to spray the glade. Ryanne felt sensual and alive and free, and she stretched out her arms and legs, giving her body to the elements.

Suddenly her companions stopped dancing as one, watching her with open mouths. Unbeknownst to Ryanne, a soft blue glow was emanating from her body, the likes of which her companions had never seen. They stepped back fearfully as the glow increased and Ryanne’s movements became looser and wilder. She was oblivious to their reactions, lost in the rapture of what was happening to her, and the wind howled around her now, lifting her a few inches off the ground, as the other women stared and gasped as one. The blue light cast a glow throughout the glade, forcing the course of the wind away from Ryanne and whipping it mercilessly against the other witches, who began to shriek fearfully. They scrambled away from Ryanne, knocking over the candles in the process, and as they hit the forest floor a circle of flame burst upward around the altar. Ryanne opened her eyes and saw herself surrounded by fire, but not feeling its heat. She looked about, startled, as the other women scrambled to get away from her, and she gasped as she realized she was levitating. The flames roared around her naked body, its tongues of fire licking at her body and leaving not injury nor one mark, as the blue glow increased in intensity. Ryanne moaned and felt a power surging through her unlike any she had ever known, and the wind and rain howled around her, unable to penetrate her circle of fire.

Then she was lying on the ground.

The flames were gone, and the blue glow around her body had disappeared. So had her companions.

Ryanne struggled to her elbows and looked around bewilderedly. An unnatural silence now filled the glade; the wind and rain had passed, and the unearthly stillness unnerved Ryanne. She slowly got to her feet and shakily dressed, confused and a bit frightened, all alone in the woods, and made her way out alone. She never saw the women again. As usual, and for reasons she could not begin to fathom, Ryanne was alone.

But now she was late for work, so Ryanne had to push aside such thoughts in order to simply process her bus ride and arrival at the office. Once there, she felt her spirits sink. She had been at this job for three months, as a file clerk, and already it was the most boring job of her life. It was hardly challenging, though it did pay the bills, and every time Ryanne entered the file room she felt a little bit of herself eroding with each tedious day. She sighed and sat on her stool in front of a counter in the middle of the room and got to work. Ryanne was soon so absorbed in the mindless task of sorting and classifying that she didn’t notice when someone entered the room. Two hands slammed a piled of fresh documents on the worktable, and Ryanne looked up slowly. The hands belonged to Julie, an associate fresh out of grad school and on the fast track towards management. Julie was Ryanne’s age, with freshly scrubbed skin, long blonde hair and a perfect body. Ryanne couldn’t think of many people she despised more than this girl.

“Careful, you might crack the table,” Ryanne said mildly. Julie tossed her hair, jangling her earrings and necklace.

“I want these sorted and returned by noon,” she said haughtily.

“Do you?”

“Don’t give me attitude today, Ryanne, okay? I’m not in the mood.” Julie began dividing the stack into smaller piles, causing Ryanne to sigh loudly.

“First of all, don’t do that – you’re messing up my system. Secondly, if you ever come in here again and start giving orders again, I’ll hide every single folder you bring me and say I never got them.” She smiled prettily at Julie, facing her down with a cold stare. Julie shrank back slightly, then recovered herself, planting a hand on her hip and sneering at Ryanne, sizing her up with a disgusted look.

“Look at you; thinking you matter in this place, acting like you make a difference. You’re nothing, Ryanne, and everyone knows it. You’ll be slaving away in this dingy room when I’ve made vice president.” She drew her face close to Ryanne’s, until the other woman could smell her strong perfume. “And I will take great pleasure in firing you myself.”

Ryanne smiled tightly. “Yes, well, until then, stop coming in and screwing up my work.” She leaned in closer to Julie, until their noses nearly touched. “Don’t mess too much with me, Jules. I’m a nice person, but I can be a real witch when I want to.” Julie gasped slightly. Ryanne’s eyes seemed to glow for an instant, and Julie thought she felt something push against her chest, just slightly. She backed away, confused and afraid.

“Fucking bitch,” she spat in a shaking voice, and was gone. Ryanne turned back to her work, a satisfied smile on her face. She shouldn’t abuse her powers that way, she knew, but it was a nice way to start her day.

Something small and light hit her in the head and bounced off. Startled, Ryanne glanced down and saw a crumpled piece of paper come to rest on the table in front of her. She looked up, whirling around on her stool. She laughed and made a face when she saw her attacker standing in the doorway, smiling a mischievous grin.

“And good morning to you, Devon,” she said in an amused tone. Devon – a few years older than she and not bad looking – smiled and bowed.

“I bring you greetings, milady,” he said in an absurdly solemn voice. “Your presence here at Tedium LTD is truly a magical one.” Devon winked at her and entered the file room, slipping off his motorcycle jacket and hanging it up on a coat rack. Then he rubbed his hands together and joined her at the file table, where together they sorted and classified hundreds of memos and briefs for the firm.

Ryanne looked at him skeptically, a sly smile forming at the corners of her mouth. “I see you actually wore a tie today,” she remarked. “Too bad it’s knotted wrong and hanging sloppily; you might have actually passed muster.” She shook her head and giggled, reaching out to fix his tie, unknotting and then retying it. Devon made a disgusted face and allowed her to adjust his tie.

“Pass muster my ass,” he said, yanking at his collar to loosen the tie once she was finished. “I wish they would just fire me and be done with it.”

“Nooooo!” Ryanne cried in mock horror. “You can’t leave me!” Devon glanced at her quickly, then blushed slightly and returned to his work.

“I’ll never leave you,” he said quietly.

There didn’t seem to be an answer to this, and Ryanne felt her cheeks grow warm and red, and she bent her head slightly so he couldn’t see, concentrating on a large briefing file. His words embarrassed her, but they also pleased her. Devon was the only friend she had in this place, and she had grown very fond of him, and it was plain that his feelings for her went further. Knowing this gave Ryanne a bit of a warm tickle. She wasn’t sure what she should do about it, if anything, as she didn’t really feel up to pursuing a relationship at this time. But in the future, who knew?

“Ryanne.”

One of the managers stuck his head in the door. “Tony’s office. Now.” He jerked his thumb towards the hallway and disappeared.

Ryanne sighed and slipped reluctantly off her stool. She exchanged a glance with Devon, who was scowling furiously.

“Back in a bit,” she said. Devon nodded.

“Say hello to Asshole for me.”

Ryanne giggled. “You are so gonna get in trouble one day, you know that?”

Devon shrugged and carelessly tossed a file folder onto his sloppy pile. “The day I do I’m gonna tell that fuckface just what I think of him.”

Ryanne grinned and headed out to the hallway, making her way through a maze of dreary cubicles and busy people. Her smile faded as she thought of Tony. He was one of the senior managers, her boss’s boss, and was a well-known tyrant throughout the firm. Tony was a legend as far as making women cry, and it wasn’t unusual to enter the women’s room and hear sobbing coming from one of the toilets. He had yet to make Ryanne cry, and it was doubtful that he ever would, but Ryanne’s problems with him had little to do with his bullying ways, as distasteful as those were.

She entered Tony’s office, where she found him on the phone, and he pointed to a chair in front of his desk. He didn’t look at her once as she sat and crossed her legs, waiting.

“I don’t care what they said last week, you fucking dolt, this is today!” Tony snarled into the phone. In her head, Ryanne rolled her eyes. She was herself unmoved by his trading and screaming, but it struck terror in the hearts of most everyone else. Except Devon, she thought, smiling to herself.

“You fucking moron!” Tony was saying. “Get back to me with the right answer or don’t come back to the office!” He slammed the phone down and swore again, then picked up a pencil and tapped it on the surface of his desk, staring down, his eyes shifting back and forth madly. Ryanne presumed he was planning a terrible fate for whatever mid-level manager he’d just finished screaming at, as was his usual response. She waited quietly.

Finally, he looked up at her. Tony was extremely handsome; built, with a chiseled face and bright blue eyes, and if he behaved in an even slightly human manner Ryanne might be attracted to him. But there was little hope of that.

“You know we’re getting a new Executive,” he said gruffly to her, as if she’d been sitting there all day.

“Yes.” Ryanne had heard that Tony was getting a new boss – a woman – and she imagined he wasn’t terribly pleased, as it was known all around the office that he wanted the job himself. To watch it be handed to a female (the most inferior species on the planet in Tony’s eyes) must be most difficult for him indeed. Ryanne allowed herself a small, secret smile.

“The partners, in their infinite wisdom,” Tony said with sarcasm and disgust dripping from his voice, “have decided to hand over the Watkins-Murry account over to this… this new employee.” He got up from his chair and folded his hands behind his back, staring out his window. “Seeing as their decision is final, I don’t see why we shouldn’t proceed with pulling together everything we have on Watkins-Murry for her to peruse once she takes office.”

Ryanne’s heart sank. Pulling together all those files was at least a two-day affair, requiring overtime and working at home, none of which she would be paid extra for. She swallowed hard. “When does the new executive arrive?” she asked.

“Friday morning,” Tony replied. Ryanne groaned inwardly. That was three days from now. There wouldn’t even be a weekend in between to get all that work done.

“Watkins is one of yours, so I expect you to oversee the process yourself.” Tony turned from the window and fixed his clear blue eyes on her. “Find someone to help you. Oh, but not that shambling idiot Devon you’re so fond of; the two of you will no doubt spend your time playing kissy-face and not get a thing done on time.”

Ryanne felt her cheeks burn with anger. Tony knew very well that Devon’s work was excellent, and that allowing him to assist her would only speed the work along. Given the choice of one of her other co-workers, Ryanne would prefer to work alone.

“Now, don’t think I don’t appreciate the effort this will require,” Tony continued, sitting in his chair once again. “Assuming you do a proper job, I might even be inclined to reward you.” He gazed at her deeply, as if trying to drive home the meaning of his words, then added: “Personally.” Ryanne felt a bit sick to her stomach.

“That won’t be necessary,” she said in a mild, even voice. “I’d prefer a raise, or at least compensatory pay for my efforts, but as I don’t see that forthcoming I will simply have to say thank you but no thanks.” She met his gaze evenly, and for a few moments all was quiet. Then Tony laughed; a sharp, shrill chuckle which sounded completely insincere and unnatural coming from him.

“Do you know why I don’t fire you, Ryanne, as I have so many others who either fail or displease me?” Her only response was to smile.

Tony folded his hands on his desk and smirked at her. “Because you have spirit. Because you don’t take any of my shit. That takes courage, and in this life courage will get you far.” Now his eyes narrowed, and the smile faded. “But you must also beware, dearest Ryanne, for my tolerance is limited in this area, and eventually I must expect some gesture of loyalty in return for my gracious excusing of your behavior.” His eyes glittered darkly.

Ryanne nodded, sitting forward, her hands folded on her knee. “I think I understand, sir. And my answer is still no. I will not fuck you.” Tony’s face froze, and for a few long seconds he simply stared at her with silent, monstrous anger. Then he pointed slowly at his door.

“Get out,” he said quietly. Ryanne nodded, trying to hide her smirk, but she purposely didn’t do so very well, and he saw her expression just before she turned to leave.

“Ryanne,” he said sharply, just as she was about to go through the doorway. She sighed and turned, regarding him politely.

“Someday you will beg me to fuck you,” he said in a very low and dangerous voice.

Ryanne stifled a giggle and nodded, then headed back to the file room, shaking her head at the idiocies of the world.

That evening, Ryanne sat on the floor of her living room amid a sea of folders and stacked paper, sorting and folding and discarding. She was clad in a t-shirt and panties, and her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. Music blared from her stereo and the TV was on with the sound down. Ryanne sang softly and concentrated on her project, grateful for the ability to at least work at home and not in the dreary file room at work.

Suddenly the phone rang. Ryanne sighed and looked around for the receiver, buried no doubt under a mound of paper somewhere. “All right, all right!” she yelled, scattering stacks of folders in her frantic search. Finally she found the phone and clicked it, pushing it to her ear. “Hello?” she said, exasperation in her voice.

“Hi, crabby.”

Ryanne smiled despite herself. “Not crabby, Devon, just overworked and underpaid. What’s up?”

“I thought you might want to take a dinner break.”

Ryanne glanced at the clock and bit her lip. “I don’t think so,” she said with a sigh. “I still have a lot to do before I got to bed, and I’m not exactly dressed to go out.”

“Yeah, I figured, which is why I’m standing down here with dinner in my hot little hands.”

Ryanne went to the window and pulled aside the curtain. Down on the street stood Devon, holding up a plastic bag, leaning on the phone booth on the corner.

“Chinese,” he said coaxingly, shaking the bag up at her. “Little moo goo gai pan, coupla egg rolls…”

“Oooh, yum!” Ryanne laughed. She had been feeling hungry all evening, and had always been meaning to get up and fix herself a quick snack. But she had never gotten around to it.

“Come on up,” she said with a smile, waving. “But give me a second to get some clothes on. I don’t want you to see me in my panties.”

“That’s a shame,” Devon replied, and she could hear the genuine regret in his voice. “Okay. On my way.”

Ryanne clicked the phone off and sprinted to her bedroom, where she hastily slid her legs into a pair of blue jeans, then ran to the front door and unlocked it just as Devon came tramping up the stairs. He looked at her jean-covered legs with a flicker of disappointment. “I also brought some wine,” he told her, following her into the apartment. Ryanne giggled.

“Wine, with Chinese?” she said, her eyes twinkling. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a classy moo goo gai pan.”

“Yeah, well, it’s no good. Cheap stuff, which makes it just perfect for such a repast.” Ryanne made room on the floor, where they spread out their meal and began ravaging its contents. Devon poured wine into a paper cup and handed it to Ryanne, who took it gratefully and sipped deeply from it.

“I’m afraid I have to keep working,” she said in a rueful tone. Devon dug into a pile of rice and shrugged.

“I figured that, too,” he replied. “Which is why I’m here to help you.”

Ryanne shook her head and blushed slightly, pleased. “No,” she sighed. “You’re not supposed to. You might get in trouble.”

Devon snorted. “I won’t tell if you don’t. I’m not scared of that friggin’ weasel. Let’s eat and get to work.”

Ryanne smiled happily, blushing despite herself. Things would go along a lot faster with Devon’s help, but she also felt warmed and strengthened by his company. She looked at him over her plastic fork, grinning at the sight of him.

“You know, you may be the best friend I have right now,” she said softly. She blushed again, not knowing why she said that.

Devon glanced at her. “You’re the only friend I have,” he muttered in reply. Ryanne didn’t know what to say, so she merely had another swallow of wine. They ate in silence for a time, neither looking at each other for quite a while. Ryanne finished her meal and nodded gratefully, rubbing her belly and letting out a small belch.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “Oh, that was perfect, just what I needed. Thank you, Devon.”

He nodded, wiping his hands with a napkin. Ryanne looked at his face.

“You have a piece of rice stuck to your cheek,” she said.

Devon fumbled around his face, searching for and missing the rice. “Where?” he asked.

“There… no, to the left… no… oh for heaven’s sake.” Ryanne leaned over the empty bags and boxes and reached for him, flicking the grain of rice off his cheek. Devon gently grasped her wrist and held it there, gazing at her with utter seriousness.

“Let go,” she said, laughing. Devon gripped her wrist loosely and slid her hand to his cheek. Ryanne drew a breath and caressed him slightly, and he pressed his lips against her palm, just barely making contact. She shivered slightly, enjoying the feeling, then suddenly drew back her hand. Devon looked at her with a surprised expression.

“Ryanne, I…” he began.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she said, flustered. Ryanne got to her feet and began picking up the remains of their meal. Devon looked up at her and traced his fingers over her jeans leg.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently. “Did I freak you out?”

“Sort of.” Ryanne was aware that she was blushing furiously. “It’s okay, though, it’s just that I’m busy and we have a lot of work to do and…”

Devon rose to his feet and went to her side, his kind eyes gazing down into hers. “This could be really nice, you and me,” he said softly. Ryanne looked up at him with uncertainty, and her pulse raced wildly.

“C’mon, Ryanne, don’t make me make a jerk of myself,” Devon continued. Ryanne stared at him with wide eyes, then hastily moved away from him, clutching at her arms.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that… I don’t think I’m ready… for…” she turned and looked at him with a sad smile. “That,” she finished. Devon stared at her for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.

“Okay,” he said, sitting back on the carpet and taking a pile of folders in hand. Ryanne sighed with despair.

“I’m... I’m not rejecting you, Devon,” she said pleadingly.

“No?” Devon replied, paging through a folder, not looking at her. “Sure feels like you are.”

Ryanne sank to her knees. “Devon… there’s just too much you don’t know about me.” He said nothing, frowning over a business brief.

“I’ve been hurt a lot, okay?” Ryanne continued. “And I’m just a little… skittish. Plus, I’m a… well, I’m kind of a…”

Devon glanced at her. His eyes twinkled briefly. “A man?”

Ryanne laughed, despite herself. “No, dummy. I’m um… I’m a witch.”

Devon’s expression remain unchanged. He looked at her for a few moments.

“And?”

“Well... a lot of people don’t know what that’s about. They think it’s evil and Satanic and broomsticks and all that. It isn’t.”

Devon nodded, licking his thumb quickly and paging through some papers. “Okay,” he said simply.

“Does that… does that bother you?”

He shrugged. “Only as long as you don’t turn me into something icky when you get mad.”

She giggled. “Silly. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Okay, then I’m safe from evil spells. So is that all it is? Can I kiss you now?”

Ryanne blushed and stared down at her lap. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then let’s get to work.”

She gazed at him. Why was she having such a hard time with this? There wasn’t a thing wrong with Devon, and plenty was right about him. “Maybe I just need time to think about it,” she said.

Devon stopped and looked her squarely in the eye. “Fine. You got it.” He then shoved a folder into her hands and went back to work. Grateful for his changing the subject, Ryanne opened the folder and began sorting. Throughout the rest of the evening, she would glance at him and catch him looking at her, and it was hard to tell who was blushing more. She took a sneak look at his kind eyes and rugged face, remembering all the times he made her laugh and feel good. Well, maybe she really did just need time. It was nice to know she had options.

Hours later, after Devon had left, Ryanne tumbled into her bed, exhausted. They had worked hard and made a lot of progress, more than she would have made on her own. She was grateful for Devon’s help, as well as his friendship and comfort.

She lay in her darkened room, bone-tired but unable to sleep. Devon’s offer to her, while not entirely unexpected, threw her off. It was wonderful that he cared, but it made her feel uneasy and scared for some reason. Ryanne’s romantic history was less than stellar, and she had a short line of men in her past who were more like Tony and much less like Devon. So why was she so hesitant? What did she want, anyway?

She drifted off to a troubled sleep.

Ryanne was in the blue room again.

This time a man was on top of her, naked, his arms clutched around her as he fucked her slowly. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, clutching him between her legs, sighing and moaning as his hard cock entered her again and again, fucking her, taking her, making every part of her body hot and shivery and ecstatic.

He raised his head for a long, passionate kiss, and Ryanne gasped when she saw his face. It was Devon. He smiled wolfishly and pressed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Ryanne locked her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He was the man for her after all, she realized, her body content and relaxed and loved. Devon broke the kiss and buried his head in her shoulder, pumping his hips slowly and relentlessly, giving her a nice, long romantic fuck.

Suddenly Ryanne sensed movement, and looked up. A spectacularly beautiful woman stood over them, watching them with cold, glittering eyes. She stood at least six feet tall, with large breasts, which were bared. Her long black hair hung down her back, and her face was perfectly sculpted and icily beautiful. The woman wore long black leather gloves and matching boots that came up to her thighs, and a leather thong around her middle. She paced back and forth impatiently, smacking a riding crop against her palm, a displeased frown on her face.

Ryanne was suddenly very terrified of this woman. Something told her that this woman was her owner, body and soul, and while Ryanne felt strangely at peace with that notion, she was scared to death of doing anything less than serving her with perfect effort. The woman snarled something, not making a sound, and Ryanne’s heart pounded with fear. She tapped Devon’s shoulder, trying to get his attention, but he would not look up. Ryanne gasped with panic. He was doing it wrong. He was too slow, too passionate. The woman sneered and yelled something at Ryanne, but still there was no sound. Devon carried on, unaware, fucking her slowly and sighing in her ear; unaware of the danger they were both in.

The woman bent over and screamed horribly, though she was still mute, and Ryanne pounded at Devon’s back, trying to get him to fuck her harder and more savagely, the way she sensed the woman wanted him to. Finally, his hip thrusts increased, and he bit at her shoulder, and Ryanne’s head fell back with relief. Devon was doing it right at last. His movements were no longer tender; he fucked her with merciless abandon, slamming against her and filling her cunt with his long, hard cock, stabbing and spearing her. Ryanne looked up at the woman, who was now smiling with pleasure, and Ryanne felt enormous happiness. She chewed her lip and slammed her body against Devon’s, grabbing the sides of his head and pulling him up roughly for a kiss. Their eyes met, and Ryanne nearly shrieked. It was Tony.

He laughed and kissed her, and Ryanne moaned as his mouth covered hers, his tongue stabbing between her lips and doing battle with her own tongue. Ryanne shivered and kissed him with equal lust, so happy now to be free of Devon’s sweet romantic slowness. Tony knew how to fuck her just the way she wanted, and she clenched her legs around his middle and pulled him close, her body shaking in spasm as he slammed his massive cock inside her again and again. Ryanne smiled up at the woman, who laughed soundlessly, quite pleased at what she saw. She knelt by the writhing, sweaty couple and gripped her breast, lowering it to Ryanne’s eager, awaiting mouth….

Ryanne sat straight up in bed, panting and gasping. Her body trembled, and she felt like she was on fire. A weird glow seemed to fill the room, and with a gasp Ryanne realized the source of the glow was her own body. She looked down and saw the bed four feet below her, and looking wildly around the room Ryanne saw that she was floating, just as she had a few days before during the ritual. Her head swam with panic, and then she was falling, landing on the bed with a thud.

She rose slowly to her knees and gasped for breath. What was happening to her? Something had gone wrong during the initiation. That was the only possible answer. And her dreams… oh god.

Ryanne slid to the edge of the bed and sat on it, her eyes screwed shut tight. Tony. Tony was in her dream, fucking her, and it was the best, greatest, most exciting fuck she’d ever had. Ryanned clutched at her stomach, wondering why the hell she had dreamed about him. Worse, halfway through he had replaced Devon, who was fucking her sweetly and lovingly and not in any way that she wanted to be fucked. But Tony did.

She got to her feet, shaking, aware that it was still the middle of the night. God… Tony… she shut her eyes, unable to believe this. The dream had been very real, as vivid as anything she was feeling right now, awake. Tony – a man who turned her stomach just yesterday when she even thought of him – suddenly became a man she wanted more than anyone or anything in the world. She shivered and groaned with despair. This was not a momentary sensation, nor was it residue from her dream. Ryanne ached for Tony, ached to have him fuck her just the way he had in the dream. Her pussy grew warm and moist at the thought, and even as her conscience was outraged at this sudden turnabout, she reveled in the depraved idea of it. Tony… Tony….

She had to have him.

Ryanne stepped off the elevator the next morning, aware of the stares she was receiving but blissfully ignoring them.

Normally, she wore plain office clothes, nothing fancy or expensive, and made hardly an impression among her co-workers (except for Devon). Today, however, she was dressed in skintight top with long, trumpet-ended sleeves and deep cleavage. Around her waist she wore a short skirt; more a piece of cloth just barely wrapped around her waist with a buckle, and her legs were clad in long leather boots. Her hair was styled and shimmering, and her makeup had been carefully and subtly applied, making her face appear more sexual and vaguely sinister.

As she had predicted, Devon’s head nearly snapped off his neck when he saw her.

“Wow…” he breathed. She smiled at him.

“Thanks for your help last night,” she said simply, laying down the stack of files she had brought with her and thumbing through them.

Devon watched her, his mouth hanging open, for a long moment. Then he leaned his elbow on the table and gazed at her.

“Can I take this… rather startling transformation as a sign that you’ve been thinking?”

Ryanne paged through a binder, not looking at him. “Thinking about what?”

Devon shifted uncomfortably, and he glanced around before answering. “You know… us.”

Ryanne sighed. “Can we, um, talk about that later, Devon? Because I really have to get these to Tony.” She smiled at him and patted his cheek lightly. “Thanks again, sweetie.” Ryanne grabbed a pile of binders and folders and walked quickly out of the room, leaving a very confused and astonished Devon in her wake.

Tony was on the phone when Ryanne walked in. She felt herself tingle and grow stiff at the sight of him, and every nerve ending in her body was alive and electric as she remembered the dream. Nothing had shaken her sudden and unexpected lust and desire for him; indeed, the notion that it was so grotesquely unlike her was what made her so excited. She stood in front of his desk and smiled demurely, waiting.

Tony stared up at her, his mouth dropping open. “I’ll, uh… I’ll get back to you later.” He fumbled the receiver back onto its cradle and gazed up and down her body.

“Ryanne…”

“I have the first half of the Watkins-Murry materials,” she said briskly, with a business-like tone, setting the pile of binders and folders on his desk. She enjoyed the look in his eye, one of astonishment and renewed interest. “I’ll have the rest for you tomorrow.”

Tony nodded slowly, gaping at her. Then he gestured at the chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat, let’s take a look,” he said. Ryanne complied, sitting her curvy form in the chair with her legs crossed, giving Tony a spectacular view of her bare thigh. He glanced at it quickly, his eyes flaring, then paged through a folder with slightly trembling hands. Ryanne noted this and swung her leg slowly over her knee, scraping a red fingernail against her teeth in a demure manner.

“Looks to be in order,” Tony muttered, glancing up at her again and again. He nodded at the files, clearly impressed. “Very good. Your best work yet.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Ryanne said in a smooth voice. “Now do I get my reward?” She smirked at him.

Tony stared at her for a moment, then sat back in his leather chair, folding his arms.

“Very funny,” he said.

Ryanne shrugged. “You had offered a reward. Is the offer still good or not?”

Tony’s face was drawn in suspicion. “I sense a harassment suit,” he said. Ryanne laughed.

“I take it then that the offer is no longer good.” She rose, hiding her disappointment. “You’ll have the rest tomorrow, sir. Good day.”

“Wait.”

She turned, very slowly, her eyes expectant.

“Shut the door.”

Ryanne did so, then turned to face him with an innocent face.

Tony got up from his chair and approached her, his fingers steepled. “You’re not joking, are you?”

Ryanne shrugged again. “I’m not much of a comic, I’m afraid.” She tingled with pleasure as he gazed up and down her body with a lecherous, lingering stare.

“My place. Eight o’ clock?” He watched her carefully, looking for signs of insincerity.

“I think I can do that,” Ryanne said simply. “If I’m not too busy.” She laughed softly and turned to leave, aware of his burning eyes on her legs and ass, which made her quiver inside. She flashed him a hot, lurid look over her shoulder and opened the door, then closed it after herself.

The day flashed by quickly, as Ryanne could think of nothing else but Tony. She found herself having to avoid Devon as much as she could and managed to shut him out whenever he tried talking to her. Her pussy burned and dripped until her panties were soaked, and she found it difficult to concentrate on anything else. She knew just what to do to Tony; she would make him pay for his asshole behavior and his disgusting misogyny by teasing him mercilessly, making him want her and beg for her and offer her anything she wanted. Ryanne shuddered at the thought of having Tony in her power, at her knees, and she felt a surge of hot light go through her body. She had to fight back the glow that threatened to emanate from her. My power, she thought, without even realizing what she was talking about. I must keep it under control until…

She shook her head and went on with her day, fighting the urgent surge of energy inside her.

Ryanne stopped off at home to change her clothes, eyeing the clock and willing it to go faster. She went to her closet and carefully removed a shimmering red dress with thin straps, a slinky number she was saving for a special occasion. Underneath she wore a shiny black bra and panties, smirking as she imagined Tony’s reaction. She styled her hair up, giving herself a foamy, elegant look, and as a finishing touch clasped a delicate sliver chain around her neck, to which was attached a particularly powerful good-luck talisman. Checking herself in the mirror, Ryanne felt a thrill go through her. She was transformed, in more ways than one.

Her heartbeat grew more rapidly as the early evening wore on, and by the time she was ready to leave her entire body was trembling with anticipation. She was going to fuck Tony. Better than that, she was going to make him suffer and put him in his place, which for her was killing two birds with one stone quite nicely. As she slipped into her coat and headed for the door, the phone rang. Ryanne’s heart leapt. Was it Tony, canceling? She felt a quick surge of despair and waited for the answering machine to pick up the call.

“Hey, Ry, it’s Devon.” Ryanne blew a sigh of relief, then closed her eyes, listening impatiently.

“You seemed kind of off today, and I was hoping we could talk,” Devon continued. “I feel like I messed things up between us last night. If I did, I’m sorry.”

Ryanne felt a pang of regret flow through her, and she stepped to the phone to pick it up. But something stopped her. She had a feeling that talking to Devon might snap her out of her decision to fuck Tony, and she had no intention of allowing that to happen. She had no idea why speaking with Devon might have that effect; she just knew. And so she stood and waited until he was done.

“Anyway… guess you’re not there… I’ll either talk to you tonight or see you tomorrow.” The machine beeped, loud and long, and then went silent. Ryanne stared at the phone for a few long seconds, then hurried out the door.

She arrived at the door of Tony’s apartment precisely at eight, ringing the bell with a trembling finger. As she waited, she struck what she hoped was a sensual pose, tilting her head back and gazing down her nose with glittering eyes. Her heart hammered faster when the door opened.

“Holy fuck!”

Ryanne felt an unpleasant shock slam through her body. Julie there in the doorway, her blue eyes wide in an expression of surprised horror.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Julie snarled. Ryanne blinked several times and opened her mouth, but no sound came out. There had to be some mistake.

“Ah, sweet Ryanne. Do let her in, Julie, she’ll catch a draft standing out there.” Tony came up behind Julie, sipping a glass of wine, a wolfish smile on his face. Reluctantly, Julie stepped back and allowed Ryanne to enter. Ryanne stepped into Tony’s lush, opulent apartment and stared at him in utter confusion.

“Welcome,” he said, bending over slightly and taking her hand, kissing its back lightly. His eyes gazed up into hers with a glint of cruel mirth.

“What… what’s going on here?” Ryanne asked hoarsely, utterly shaken. Tony smiled at her and swept his arm towards the living room, ushering her in.

“Would you like some wine, my dear?” he asked grandly, walking into his kitchen. Ryanne nodded dumbly and stepped to the middle of the living room. Julie was standing by the fireplace, glowing in the light of the fire, sipping at her own wine and glaring angrily at Ryanne. She was clad in a very short miniskirt that displayed her sleek, perfect legs, and a black halter top that just barely contained her rounded, curving breasts. Ryanne felt inadequate just looking at her, and she felt far less sexy and glamorous than she had just a minute before.

“I believe you ladies know each other.” Tony reentered the room and handed Ryanne a glass of wine, which she accepted with a trembling hand. Neither she nor Julie answered him, and he smirked as he eased himself into a large leather recliner, looking at both women with a smug, pleased expression. Ryanne glared at him.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked him in a low voice. Tony shrugged.

“I believe you requested a reward,” he said mildly. “Well, here it is.”

“A reward for you, maybe,” Ryanne snarled. Tony looked at her with a deeply amused expression.

“My dearest Ryanne, there are times in life when we cannot see things for what they are. What may appear disadvantageous one moment may turn out to be more of a reward than we could have dreamed.” He raised an eyebrow and sipped his wine, and Julie walked slowly over to his chair, bending over and sliding her hands over his shirt, glowering at Ryanne with a hot, sneering expression. Ryanne clenched her fists at her sides and fought down the sense of panic she felt watching Julie caress Tony’s front, and Tony seemed to sense this as he ran his fingers up and down Julie’s arm.

“This is bullshit,” Ryanne spat. Her stomach was in knots, and she worried that she might throw up. Watching the hated Julie bend her head to kiss Tony’s ear infuriated and disgusted her, and also made her feel utterly alone, abandoned and rejected. Her body shook with a mixture of rage and despair and desire.

“You are welcome to leave,” Tony said quietly. “I regret that you didn’t get what you expected. Please, take the time to finish your wine.” His eyes gazed at hers in an almost kind fashion, which only made her feel worse. She bit her lower lip, wanting to run for the door and never come back, but she couldn’t make herself leave. Ryanne wanted to fuck him worse than ever, and if she left Julie would fuck Tony and Ryanne would have nothing. If she stayed, Julie would fuck Tony and she would have to watch, humiliated and probably left out.

“Don’t do this to me,” she whispered, almost pleadingly. Tony regarded her curiously, churning his neck slowly as Julie’s hot mouth feasted on his ear.

“I’m not doing a thing to you, sweet Ryanne,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “You asked for a reward, and I tried to accommodate you. Obviously our intentions do not match, which is truly regrettable.” Julie slid her arms across his chest and licked his neck with her long tongue, and Ryanne was both aroused and sickened by the sight.

“Do feel free to see yourself out,” Tony breathed. He ran his hand up to Julie’s shoulder and squirmed slowly in her embrace. Ryanne trembled violently, and for a split second almost ran for the door. But instead she stood stock still, watching them, her nerves afire. Staying would mean humiliating herself, in front of Tony and worse, in front of Julie. But leaving would be equally horrible. They would laugh at her for being weak, and then fuck the night away, their steamy passion no doubt enhanced by their victory over her.

She seethed in anger and glared at Tony. “I hate you so much,” she said. Tony smirked with pleasure, and Julie looked up at her with a cruel gaze and laughed. Ryanne stepped forward and slowly knelt in front of Tony’s chair, gazing up at him with an aroused and defiant expression. He smiled and reached out to caress her chin, and Ryanne closed her eyes, moaning softly at his merest touch.

“I take it then, that you’ve decided to stay,” he said in a low, oily voice. Ryanne felt despair well up inside her, and her stomach lurched. She nodded.

Looking pleased, Tony sat back in his chair and disentangled Julie from him, pushing her to the side. Julie stumbled back slightly and looked disappointed, casting a glare at Ryanne, who stared up at Tony with a hot, lurid gaze. Tony glanced at Julie and pointed to the floor in front of him, and Julie reluctantly knelt next to Ryanne. The women’s bare shoulders touched briefly, and each recoiled and shuddered at making contact with the other. Tony seemed very amused by this, and he rocked in his recliner slowly, holding his wine glass to the side and regarding each woman with a smoldering stare. His eyes settled on Julie for a long moment.

“Undress her,” he commanded, gesturing at Ryanne, who shook at his words. Julie turned and looked at her distastefully, then back at Tony, whose expression brooked no argument. Julie shrank a little, turning again to Ryanne, who looked back at her uneasily. Making a face, Julie slipped a finger into the thin red strap of Ryanne’s dress and slid it down, then reached around and pulled its mate down her other shoulder. Ryanne gasped as the dress dropped off her body into a puddle at her knees, and she lifted one leg and then the other as Julie pulled the dress free. Julie looked reluctantly at Tony, who merely stared. Julie sighed and grasped Ryanne by the shoulders and turned her so the two women faced each other. Trying not to make contact with Ryanne’s skin, Julie undid the clasp on the front of Ryanne’s bra and pulled it free, discarding it to the floor. Ryanne’s chest rose and fell with arousal and fright as her breasts were bared, and she felt an unwelcome thrill as Julie’s eyes lit up at the sight of them, plainly impressed. Ryanne closed her own eyes and fought the surges in her stomach as Julie reached down to grasp her panties, sliding them gently down her thighs and then off.

Ryanne was naked, in front of Julie and in front of Tony, and she never felt more vulnerable or excited in her life.

Tony chuckled softly and raked his eyes over Ryanne’s pale skin, liking what he saw. “Very nice,” he breathed. Ryanne met his gaze with equal parts defiance and lust, feeling just a bit more confidence from seeing the pleased look on his face. He sawed his finger over his chin for a moment, looking at her, then shifted his gaze to Julie.

“Come here,” he commanded. Julie trembled at his voice and stood, slowly walking to his chair. He grasped her arm and pulled her onto his lap, positioning her to the side so that he could watch Ryanne. Julie purred and slid her arm around his neck, tonguing his jaw and squirming in his lap. He took her free hand and pulled it slowly down to his crotch, holding it there until she tugged on his zipper, and Ryanne knelt before them, breathing rapidly as Tony’s huge cock uncoiled from inside his pants. It was just as she had pictured it, hard and fleshy and just perfectly sized for her hungry, aching cunt. She glanced up at him with a hot, seething glare, and he merely stared back expectantly. Ryanne’s heart caught in her throat as his desire became clear, and she reluctantly shuffled forward on her knees until she was between his legs. She looked down at his throbbing cock, which seemed to reach out for her, aching for her touch, and Ryanne suddenly never wanted anything more than to have it in her mouth. She clutched at his knees with trembling hands and bent over him, her hot lips easing towards his cock.

She flicked her tongue at it experimentally, and it sprang from her touch as if burned. Moaning, Ryanne closed her eyes and swiped her tongue over its length once, very quickly, then looked up at Tony with her deep brown eyes as she did it once more. Tony’s eyes narrowed when she made contact, and he stiffened a bit. Julie sensed his arousal and squirmed hotly on his lap, trying to keep his attention on her by pushing her hand inside his shirt and roaming all over his torso while kissing and licking his face lustfully. Ryanne groaned with jealousy and kissed the head of Tony’s cock with passionate reverence, wrapping her tongue around it and sliding up and down his shaft with increasing strokes. Tony grunted with pleasure, and Ryanne felt her heart leap at his reaction. She curled her fingers around his balls and caressed them, squeezing them lightly, and lapped at his cock with rapid, hungry licks, pursing her lips and nibbling at his hot hardness.

Tony seethed and gasped, pushing down hard against the chair, and Julie made an unhappy sound at seeing his reaction. She fumbled rapidly with his shirt buttons and pulled it open, baring his muscular chest, and her hot hand swept over it as she dipped her head to give him a deep kiss, fucking her tongue between his lips rapidly. Tony groaned into her mouth and grasped Ryanne’s soft head with his hand, pushing at her, and Ryanne understood, smiling gratefully. She parted her lips and slid her mouth down onto his cock, sucking his length inside her while her hand continued to massage his balls. Tony cursed into Julie’s mouth and broke their kiss, panting as he watched Ryanne’s head bob up and down on his cock, feeling her tongue slither and tease as she sucked him. Julie watched Ryanne with hot, baleful eyes, gripping Tony’s chest with one hand while her other hand roamed the bare area of her sweaty chest, then groaned with frustration.

She scrambled off of Tony’s lap and stepped in front of him, standing next to Ryanne. She began to strip, undulating her sweaty body for his pleasure as she first yanked her top off and then pushed her miniskirt down her rounded, twisting ass, her eyes burning into his the entire time. Tony grinned wolfishly at her seductive performance and pushed Ryanne’s head forward, making her deep throat his cock, which in turn caused Julie to go into even more of a frenzy. She ran her hands up and down her sleek thighs, bumping and grinding, and Ryanne glanced up at her quickly, feeling a pang of jealous lust as Julie danced and teased and offered herself to Tony. His eyes flared at the sight of her, and Julie sank to her knees next to Ryanne, keeping her gaze locked on Tony’s.

Ryanne was about to suck Tony’s cock deep into her mouth when she felt Julie’s hand curl around hers, yanking the throbbing shaft from her lips, and then Julie was upon it, sucking on his cock and wrapping her tongue around it in an urgent frenzy. Ryanne watched with envy as Julie worked the gorgeous cock expertly, and she moaned softly and bent her head till she faced the woman, tonguing Tony’s balls. The women’s eyes met in a moment of lust-filled rivalry, and Julie hissed with hatred and lurid arousal as she darted her tongue out at Ryanne’s, her sweaty fingers wrapped around Tony’s cock in a possessive grip. Ryanne jumped as their tongues made contact, and she was both sickened and excited by the erotic charge she felt from her enemy’s brazen act. She pushed her face past Tony’s cock and lunged at Julie, lapping the other woman’s chin and lips in a lewd, obscene manner. Julie moaned in surprise, not expecting Ryanne to respond this way, and for a moment drew her mouth from Tony’s cock and kissed her rival in a rude, shocking manner, daring Ryanne to respond in kind. Ryanne shivered and returned the kiss, spearing her tongue intrusively between Julie’s lips, probing her mouth deeply.

The two women kissed savagely for a few moments, tangling tongues and sucking each other’s mouths, then Ryanne broke the kiss and panted hotly as she pulled Tony’s cock towards her again, lapping the head with swirling strokes. Julie leaned forward and ran her tongue over the length of Tony’s shaft, and a lust-crazed frenzy ensued as the two women sucked and kissed at Tony’s cock, their tongues and lips colliding and ravishing one another. Tony’s entire body stiffened from their attentions but he stayed under control, watching the women compete for his cock with utter delight and self-satisfaction. Their sleek young naked bodies were drenched in sweat, each woman writhing in lewd abandon as they each fought to worship and please him more than the other.

Finally he grunted loudly and pushed their heads from his cock, struggling to rise from his chair. Ryanne and Julie fell back on the carpet to make room for him as he stepped out of his trousers and stood above them in naked splendor, his muscles gleaming with sweat and his glistening cock dangling and throbbing. He slid down onto the carpet between them, rolling onto his back, and had barely a moment before they were on him, Ryanne on his right and Julie on his left, their hands swarming all over his hard body and their mouths on his neck and shoulders and lips. Tony sighed with pleasure and wrapped an arm around each of their slippery, naked bodies and pulled them close. Ryanne kissed his mouth hungrily, mashing her breasts against his chest and sliding her hand down to his cock, caressing and squeezing his shaft. Julie clamped a thigh over his waist and humped his torso with quickly increasing excitement, massaging his neck and shoulders and planting her hot mouth on the side of his face.

Tony lay back and enjoyed the feeling of their hot, writhing bodies against his for long, long moments, aware that with each passing second he was driving them out of their minds from wanting him. He knew there was nothing either woman wouldn’t do at this moment to please him. With that thought, he suddenly fought his way to his knees, shaking off the swarming limbs of the women as they struggled to pull him back down to the floor, and grabbed Ryanne about the waist. As she gasped with surprise, Tony pulled her up against him, her back against his chest, and gripped her wrists tightly. “Get on your back,” he ordered Julie with a curt nod. Julie obeyed, her eyes wide with a questioning look, and the moment she was on her back Tony pushed Ryanne on top of her.

Ryanne yelped slightly as her naked body slid against Julie’s, aware of their breasts smashing together and squirming with a wild panic as their wet pussies made contact. Julie gasped sharply and dug her fingers into the carpet, shrinking back instinctively as the woman she so hated pressed against her body. For a few moments Tony watched their awkward, embarrassed movements as they tried in vain to keep their skin from touching, then slid his body onto Ryanne’s back, pushing his full weight on her and trapping her firmly against Julie. The women moaned as one in protest, but Tony ignored them. He slid his cock between Ryanne’s asscheeks and dragged it back and forth, humping her rounded bottom and digging his chin into her shoulder, whispering hotly in her ear.

“Fuck her,” he snarled. “Fuck Julie, Ryanne.” He slid a hand up around her neck and gripped her chin, keeping her eye contact in direct line with Julie’s. Ryanne gasped and moaned, writhing with pleasure as his cock humped against her ass but appalled at the feeling of Julie’s hot flesh pressing up against her own. She felt sick, and she felt used, which only drove her arousal into higher gear. Julie’s soft, warm body felt good against her own, and this only made matters worse. Ryanne had often wondered what it would be like to have sex with a woman, but never like this and certainly never with Julie. Tony hissed in her ear again.

“Fuck her, Ryanne, or I swear to god I’ll push you off and do it myself and I’ll never fuck you, do you understand? Never.” Ryanne gasped at his words, alarmed by his threat.

“No,” she sobbed. “Please. I’ll do anything you want. I… I’ll fuck her for you Tony, only please don’t…”

He gripped her chin harder. “Don’t fuck her for me, fuck her for you.” At this he increased his hip movements, sliding his cock between her asscheeks again and again. “Do it, and you can have this, Ryanne. You can have my cock inside your hot steamy cunt.”

Ryanne nodded and panted hotly, and she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and began moving her hips, grinding her pussy against Julie’s. Julie squirmed and gasped, just as unwilling to be fucked by Ryanne. But both wanted to please Tony, to be fucked by him in return, and they moved their bodies together, sliding hot flesh against hot flesh, their nipples kissing and pressing and hardening despite their revulsion for each other. Ryanne braced herself by planting a hand on either side of Julie’s head and stared down at her, her body lurching back and forth against Julie’s hot skin as Tony humped her ass over and over. Ryanne moaned at the new and mostly unwelcome sensations she felt as she fucked Julie’s cunt with her own. Her pussy was becoming hot and juicy as it made contact with Julie’s clitoris, and Ryanne shuddered with pleasure against her own will. Julie stared up at her, feeling a seething, heated anger at the idea that Ryanne was giving her such exquisite pleasure. She reached between their bodies to grip Ryanne’s breasts, squeezing them together with a less than gentle touch and swiping Ryanne’s nipples over her own. Both women gasped and panted with growing lust for each other, each aroused out of their mind by the depraved idea of being forced to fuck each other. Tony grinned excitedly, hunching his body over Ryanne’s naked back and feasting on her ear, rapidly pumping his cock between Ryanne’s sleek asscheeks with growing speed.

“Do you want it, Ryanne?” he huffed in her ear in a rough whisper. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” Ryanne nearly sobbed with desire, twisting her hips and fucking her pussy harder against Julie’s.

“Yes!” she cried out through clenched teeth. “Fuck me, Tony, fuck me hard, do it now!”

“I told you you’d beg for it,” he hissed, pumping his cock harder against her ass. “Now beg, Ryanne… beg me to fuck you…”

Ryanne moaned loudly and twisted her breasts, mashing them against Julie’s, sliding her slippery body all over her hated rival. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of giving in to Tony, knowing that her last shred of dignity and power over him would be gone if she did.

“God… oh fuck…”

“Come on, Ryanne… beg me… you know you have to have me…” Tony kept pushing his cock between her asscheeks, tempting her, teasing her, driving her wild. Her head felt dizzy as she felt Julie shake and writhe beneath her, knowing the other woman was angry and jealous of Tony’s demand but wildly turned on by it as well.

“Fuck him, Ryanne!” Julie hissed, sliding her hands around Ryanne’s neck and pulling her down for a hot, lustful kiss. Ryanne moaned into Julie’s mouth and twisted uncontrollably between their naked bodies, wanting Tony badly, knowing that if she begged him a part of her soul would be lost forever…

“Please fuck me, Tony,” she cried, pulling her mouth from Julie’s with a hot gasp. “Please fuck me, oh god, Tony…”

Satisfied, smiling evilly, Tony gripped Ryanne’s slippery ass and plunged his cock inside her pussy, slowly at first so she could feel every inch. Ryanne gasped and tensed, shaking, writhing all over Julie and tossing her head about, causing her long hair to tumble down. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, ramming back at Tony, squeezing her cunt muscles and around his huge, hard cock. It was exactly the way it felt in her dream, hot and dangerous and filling her pussy perfectly.

“Oh god!” Ryanne gasped as Tony began pumping his hips rapidly, fucking her without mercy, digging his fingers in her hips and grunting hard. Ryanne slammed her body back and forth violently, wanting him to take her harder, shuddering from the combination of pleasure and pain his rough fucking was having on her. Below her, Julie seethed and writhed with restless frustration, gripping Ryanne’s breasts and slithering her body against Ryanne’s in a frenzy of lust.

“Oh, yeah, fuck his cock, you bitch,” Julie hissed between clenched teeth. Ryanne groaned at her words, sobbing as Tony stabbed and speared her with his cock, making her ache and tremble from the savage fucking he was giving her. Julie cursed and scrambled to slide out from under Ryanne, dragging herself over the carpet on her back, then spread her thighs and jutted her cunt into Ryanne’s face, churning her hips wildly.

“Lick my cunt!” Julie gasped, grabbing Ryanne’s hair and pushing her face between Julie’s slick, hot thighs. Ryanne gripped the carpet and stared at the folds of Julie’s glistening pussy and began panting hotly. She had never seen another woman’s cunt this close up, and as Julie gyrated her hips, offering herself, Ryanne thought she’d never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She felt Tony slam harder against her, excited at what he was about witness, and Ryanne met his thrusts with her own as she slipped her hands around Julie’s tight, rounded ass and dipped her mouth onto Julie’s cunt, tasting it with her tongue.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Julie howled, gripping Ryanne’s soft head and pushing it into her pussy. She began humping wildly at Ryanne’s mouth as Ryanne tongued and sucked her clit just the way she herself liked it done. Tony hissed with pleasure and bent over Ryanne, pumping his hips rapidly as he filled her cunt with his cock, sawing against her over-stimulated pussylips, gripping her sweaty body by the waist.

“Yeah, she tastes so sweet, doesn’t she, Ryanne?” Tony whispered hoarsely, panting and gasping as he fucked her harder. Ryanne moaned and nodded, sliding her tongue inside Julie’s cunt and fucking her with it, hard and fast. Julie shrieked and tore at Ryanne’s hair, bracing herself and slamming her cunt in Ryanne’s face again and again. A thick scent of sweat and sex filled the room, as wild gasps and pants and grunts emanated from the writhing, jerking threesome. Ryanne dug her nails into Julie’s ass, causing the other woman to yelp in pain, and sucked and lapped at her cunt with greedy slurps, while Tony fucked and slammed Ryanne with tireless, relentless strokes.

Finally Julie came, and then Ryanne shuddered from her own orgasm, and the two women clung to each other, their bodies a frenzied, writhing mess as they shared a climax. Tony laughed with vicious pleasure and allowed Ryanne to slump to the floor, then withdrew his sticky cock and watched the two women moan and squirm on the carpet as they recovered from their shattering orgasms.

Tony then lay on the carpet next to them and pulled Julie’s limp body onto his, and she slumped against him, panting loudly. Then, as Ryanne watched, Julie sat up shakily and pushed her cunt down onto his cock, and Ryanne drew a sharp breath at the sight. Julie immediately began riding Tony hard and fast, her hands planted on his chest, and Ryanne crawled closer, gazing with awe and envy as Tony’s cock rapidly speared Julie’s cunt. She clenched her fingers against her chest, her pussy still throbbing and aching from the treatment she had received from that delicious cock herself, wanting more.

Julie clutched her breasts and twisted her nipples, bouncing up and down on Tony relentlessly and moaning, then opened her lust-filled eyes and stared with blazing intensity at Ryanne, seething and gasping. Ryanne felt her heart pound as Julie nodded quickly at Tony’s head. She understood immediately, and quickly scrambled to her knees, straddling Tony’s face and lowering her aching pussy to his mouth. She moaned as soon as his tongue entered her, and she felt a renewed lust as she began riding him, pushing her cunt up and down his face, arching her back with pleasure. The two women squirmed and writhed as they used Tony, slamming back and forth on top of him, their movements becoming so wild that Ryanne had to reach out and grab Julie’s shoulders to keep her balance. Julie purred and grabbed the sides of Ryanne’s face, kissing her hard, her tongue probing Ryanne’s hot mouth hungrily. Ryanne moaned and accepted her tongue, pushing forward so her shaky, sweaty breasts brushed against Julie’s. Their erotic contact drove both women wild, and they rode Tony harder, fucking his mouth and cock in a sympathetic rhythm, bonded in a chorus of depraved lust. For a long moment the women were aware only of each other, and they embraced tightly, their arms wrapping around each other’s slippery bodies. Joined by a kiss that was pure lust, they rose and fell together, shaking and shuddering against each other from the violent fucking each one was receiving.

Finally Ryanne cried out and pulled away from Julie’s grip. She fell off of Tony’s face and collapsed to the floor in a sweaty heap, her breasts heaving as she panted to catch her breath. Julie came and slid off of Tony’s cock, watching with a satisfied grin as it spurted helplessly, spraying her belly and breasts with come. She dragged herself off him and leaned back on her elbows, smirking at Tony and smearing the sticky whiteness all over her front.

Tony struggled to sit up, red-faced and sweat-coated, and looked at Ryanne. He smiled tiredly at her. “Welcome to the other side of darkness,” he said, winking.

Ryanne merely looked at him. She was spent, but she wanted to fuck him again, and soon. Glancing at Julie, she thought about her for a moment. She still hated the woman, but things would no doubt never be the same between them. Ryanne was very glad she did this. She sat up straight, feeling suddenly refreshed, and looked at Tony, who had a puzzled expression on his face.

“Ryanne…” he said in a low voice, staring at her. She threw him a questioning look, then was startled to see a blue mist of energy surrounding her body. She suddenly felt extremely powerful.

“God!” Julie gasped. “Your… your eyes!” She pointed to a large mirror on the wall. Frowning at Julie, Ryanne got to her feet and made her way over to the mirror leisurely, curious but not alarmed. Gazing into the glass, she saw a Ryanne whose skin was afire with blue energy and whose eyes glowed with a mystical light. She smiled, delighted at the sight, then turned back to her lovers with a fierce look of satisfaction.

“It.. it can’t be,” Tony said hoarsely, backing away in shock. “You can’t be the one…”

Ryanne gave him a stare. “The ‘one’?” she asked, in a clear, demanding voice. “What are you talking about, Tony?” The light in her eyes intensified as she walked slowly towards him, not understanding his sudden fear of her but enjoying it immensely.

“She said… she said it was someone nearby, but I never… no… it can’t be you!” Tony gasped. All his bravado and his cruel power were gone from him. He shrank from Ryanne, scrambling away from her on his hands and knees, looking like a crab, and she laughed at the sight. She stood over him and cocked her head curiously. The power in her was growing, and the joy she felt from it was overwhelming.

“Who is this ‘she’, Tony?” Ryanne asked mildly, her voice echoing unnaturally through the room. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down on him. He suddenly seemed so small, so insignificant.

Tony shook his head. “No way,” he whispered hoarsely. “ I can’t. She’ll destroy me.” Ryanne giggled softly and dropped gently to one knee, leaning an arm across her thigh and smiling at him. The light in her eyes had increased, and the blue energy now swirled wildly about her.

“So will I, Tony. Without a thought.” She reached out and traced a finger over his cheek and down to his chin. “But first, I believe I need to repay you for what you did to me tonight. I don’t like to beg, Tony, and I don’t like being humiliated. So I think it’s time you learned some empathy.” Her eyes flared, and Tony drew in a sharp breath of fear at the lecherous look on her face.

“You too, my sweet girl,” Ryanne said without looking up. Julie had started to crawl away from them in an effort to retrieve her clothes and escape, but a single gesture from Ryanne’s finger blocked her from moving any further. Ryanne laughed, and the noise emanating from her sent chills through both Tony and Julie.

“Ryanne isn’t done playing with you yet,” she said almost soothingly. “And I have my own little games I’d like to try.” She pushed Tony to his back, and grabbed Julie’s ankle, dragging the struggling woman towards her with inhuman strength. “Don’t worry, darlings; it won’t hurt, I promise.” Her white teeth shone as she grinned a wicked grin. “Much.”

Angelique Lafayette sighed deeply and gazed down at the pudgy little man beneath her.

She sat atop him, straddling him, holding his wrists down on the bed and riding him hard, clamping his cock inside her, fucking him; drawing his energy, and feeling his will alter and evolve. A little longer… just a little….

She clenched her teeth and gripped his wrists harder, digging her sharp red nails in his skin and fucking him faster, her hips churning and pounding in relentless strokes. His face was contorted, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open emptily, helpless under her sensual assault. He gasped and writhed and at the last minute must have sensed what was happening to him, as he struggled briefly to free himself from her grasp.

“No, love, not quite yet,” Angelique gasped. She threw her head back, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder, and murmured an incantation. Light from an unknown source illuminated the couple, casting a blue shadow over them, and Angelique smiled cruelly as she felt the remains of his conscience and moral control slip away. This one had been so easy; a shy accountant, husband and father of three, and on the surface not at all the type of man who would even consider committing such an illicit act. But Angelique entered his dreams and discovered his unconscious desires, and it took little effort for her to draw them to the surface. They would otherwise have lain dormant for the rest of his life, but he had the unfortunate luck of meeting Angelique in a hotel bar, where her expert seduction techniques took care of the rest.

She waited, allowing him to come, sliding her tongue over her lips as she felt the surging in his cock, then slowly climbed off his sweat body. She felt refreshed and renewed as she got off the bed and began collecting her clothing. Her partner struggled to lean up on his elbow and looked at her worriedly.

“Are you leaving?” He spoke in a quavering voice, blinking his owl-like eyes at her in a disappointed fashion. Angelique slipped on her bra and smiled at him over her shoulder.

“I have to, Brad darling,” she said softly. “Much work to be done.” He nodded sadly, his eyes raking over her six-foot form. Brad had never before had sex with a woman taller than himself. Actually, up till now he hadn’t had sex with any woman other than Louise, and she was at least four inches shorter than he. Maybe all women who weren’t Louise were as sexy and hot as Angelique, he thought. Brad smiled an unnatural, uncharacteristically sinister smile. He was going to test that theory.

“Will I see you again?” he asked, sitting up. Angelique shrugged, hastily clasping her skirt to her waist and pushing her long hair onto her back, then buttoning up her blouse. “Anything is possible, dearest Brad. Who knows, I may need something someday that you can provide me, and then… well, we’ll see.” She picked up her briefcase and coat, then leaned over the bed to kiss him, her long nails raking his cheek. Her dark brown eyes flashed briefly with an unearthly glow as she smiled at him. “Goodbye for now, Brad,” she breathed. “Remember: do what thou wilt.” With that, she turned from him and left the hotel room.

Brad dressed slowly, thinking. The world suddenly seemed new and different, and his mind was awhirl with possibilities he had never considered. The pudgy little man rose from the bed and dressed, smirking the entire time, planning and plotting things that, within only a few weeks, would utterly destroy his life.

Behind the wheel of her BMW convertible, Angelique lit a cigarette and laughed, enjoying the wind blowing through her hair and the sun’s bright warmth on her pale skin. Though she was driving well over the speed limit, a simple distraction spell kept police and anyone else from noticing her at all, and she reveled in her renewed feeling of power. These were the last days of this hellish existence. She knew it, could feel it with every mystical nerve ending in her body.

Arriving at her new office, she ignored the gaping souls left in her wake as she swept through the halls and aisles. The new Chief Executive of the Temen Corporation was a very tall and beautiful woman; black-haired and pale of skin, her face a tightly sculptured visage of ice. Those who looked in her eyes felt both an undeniable attraction and an unknown fear, and no one stepped forward to greet her or allow their presence to be known.

Angelique paid them no mind; she had just fed her powers and would have no need for any of their services, except in a corporate sense. At least, not for the time being. As she made her way into her office, still crowded with unpacked boxes, she felt a satisfied glimmer of hope. The one she had been seeking was nearby, in this very building, and Angelique’s every sense was tuned into the raw power her quarry was emitting. It fed her soul and buoyed her spirits in a way she had not felt since leaving Deimos. She would soon be home.

No sooner had Angelique settled back in her large leather chair behind her sumptuous wooden desk than Tony entered. He looked terrible. Unshaven and pale, tie askew, his eyes glazed and unfocused, he tottered uneasily into her office, approaching her desk hesitantly. Angelique scowled at him, setting her briefcase on the desk with a thud.

“I need to speak with you,” Tony said, his voice hoarse.

“Are you drunk?” She made a disgusted noise.

“I wish I was.” Tony stood before her, clasping his hands together, which she noticed were trembling. She furrowed her brow at this. She had never seen him this way – he was one of the most dependable and trustworthy servants she had enlisted in centuries, as well as being one of the more diabolical. Fighting a sense of alarm, she gestured grudgingly at the chair in front of her desk. He sank into it, his head shaking slowly back and forth, and faced her with every bit of bravery he could muster. Angelique sat forward in her chair, her hands clasped atop the desk, and gazed at him darkly.

“What is it, Tony?” Her voice was steely, allowing no comfort, no concern for his well-being. He had information she urgently needed, she could sense that.

Tony swept his hand through his normally neatened hair. “I… I think I found her,” he said in a low voice. Angelique stared at him for a moment, then her eyes blazed darkly with anger.

“I don’t believe you. You’re an idiot, and a mortal idiot at that, and you wouldn’t recognize the Power if it kicked you in your useless ass.” Her gaze swept over him, searching for a sign that he was lying, or that he had doubts about what he was saying. She found none.

“Well, if it isn’t her, I’d hate to run into the real fucking thing,” Tony replied with a harsh laugh. “She glowed, Angelique, her whole fucking body was covered in the same energy you give off when you’re… you know…” Tony swiped his hand down the length of his face and stared at her with colorless, bloodshot eyes. “And her eyes… never seen anything like it, not even in you. And she did things to me, treated me like a… like a…” he broke off with something akin to a sob.

Angelique didn’t move or react. Her eyes stayed on him, still and even, and she thought over his words for a very, very long time. Tony wiped his eyes with his sleeve and sniffed pathetically, avoiding her steely gaze. Finally, Angelique spoke, her voice soft and even.

“Where is she?”

“She… she works here. For me. Her name is Ryanne, she works as a file clerk.”

Angelique nearly laughed. “A file clerk?” she repeated. She swung her chair around and stood, folding her arms and staring out the window at the city skyline. “A file clerk,” she murmured, shaking her head in amazement. The irony was priceless. Angelique had been waiting nearly two hundred years to find this being, and it turned out to be a young woman who worked in a menial position. Angelique would make her a queen.

“Who – I mean, what is she exactly?” Tony asked. “You’ve talked about almost nothing else since I’ve known you. I know this girl; she may have powers and be able to… do things, but she’s nothing like you. Why do you want her?”

Angelique turned, her arms folded, and stared hard at him. Tony was suddenly paralyzed in his chair, unable to move, and he gaped in fear as Angelique began to glow, just as Ryanne had. An unseen wind lifted her hair and blew about her, even though all the windows were closed. Her eyes glowed a menacing yellow, and her voice echoed eerily as she spoke.

“You have no idea, little mortal, what she is. What I am. We are power. We were born to rule, to reign over lesser creatures without mercy. You ask why I want her? I shall tell you.”

Tony let out a gasp as control over his limbs was returned to him. The wind stopped, and the glow around Angelique’s body faded, as did the glow in her eyes. Now more or less human in appearance, she again sat in her chair across from him and eyed him steadily.

“For four hundred years, you little wretch, I reigned over Deimos. Mine was the will, the way, the rule of law. None could stand before me, and I corrupted and plundered my subjects with complete abandon, without thought to their thoughts or desires, as was my right. I was their Queen.” She sat back and smiled, enjoying Tony’s look of absolute bewilderment.

“But then I was betrayed,” she continued in a low voice, her smile fading, “by men who feared and envied my power, and upon discovering they could not match or destroy it, exiled me to this wretched world of yours.” Angelique rose, walking slowly towards Tony, who swallowed hard at the sight of her. She sat on an armrest and caressed his face with her finger.

“I’m going home, you worm-thing. Two hundred years I have walked among you; two hundred years of watching helplessly as my power waned, and though dallying with you mortals sustains my energies, it is not enough to open the portal back to my world, to Deimos. For that, I need an ally. One as powerful as me, one just as corrupt and merciless.”

Tony was incredulous. “You mean… Ryanne?”

Angelique nodded. “I knew she would come into this world, but I did not know where or when. And then the night came, when I knew.” She eyed him for a long moment, then scratched his face with a red nail, drawing blood. She grinned with fierce satisfaction and stood, pacing around the desk with her palms pressed together.

“I was awakened by a force beyond my comprehension, something which lifted me from the bed and threw me across my bedroom, knocking me nearly unconscious. My three bed companions were burned to death by a sudden, unearthly fire, and I knew it was a sign. She had been awakened.”

Tony nodded, clamping his palm to his bloody cheek. “You mean Ryanne. Her powers.” Angelique nodded, half-listening, staring out the window again.

“She is a witch, a sorceress, like myself. Something happened to her very recently that allowed the elder gods to finally recognize her. I am not sure what. But it matters not. She has manifested.” Angelique’s face became absent and dreamy, and she traced strange symbols on the windowpane with a slow, methodical finger.

“I entered her dreams,” she said lazily, softly. “I found her, and I studied her. Deep within her is a soul capable of as much corrupting power as my own, and so I carefully drew her within the dream realm with me, and I opened the way to desires she never knew she had.” Angelique smiled slightly, then turned again to face Tony, her features darkening.

“She was unleashed before I was ready,” she said quietly. “I ought to kill you for that, Tony. But then, she came to you, didn’t she? Which means that the desires I directed her towards were manifested in her secret desire for you.” She snorted contemptuously at this, then laughed.

“I don’t understand,” Tony said. “Why don’t you just take her yourself, and make her your slave?”

“Because, you moron, she’s of no use to me as a slave. I need an equal, an ally, someone who can help me return to Deimos and regain my throne.” She sat in her chair again and picked up her briefcase, sorting through its contents, pulling out a laptop.

“As things stand, I can no longer use your services, Tony,” she said in a toneless voice. “She will never take you seriously again. I’d I appreciate you cleaning out your desk and moving your things out of my home.” Saying this, Angelique set her laptop on her desk and flipped it open, becoming intent on her work and disregarding his presence.

Tony stood slowly, clenching and unclenching his fists slowly. His jaw worked as if he was trying to speak, but no sound came out. He stared fiercely at her, wanting to hurt her, to make her beg for him as many women had before. But then he remembered the sight of her in her terrible, powerful state, and he remembered the things Ryanne had done to him. Angelique could only be worse.

And so he left her office and walked into the world, which was suddenly a very dark and incomprehensible place.

Angelique barely noticed his departure. She frowned over a spreadsheet, losing herself in the meditative nature of mortal business workings, and after a time allowed herself a delicious smirk. Ryanne, she thought. Ryanne.

Devon sighed and slid the phone receiver back onto its hook, then slumped back in his chair. For two days, Ryanne had not returned any of his calls, nor had she been in the office. Something had happened. The night he had shown up at her apartment was one of the best times he’d ever had with her, and she seemed to enjoy it as much as he. Even his daring pass at her – which he himself hadn’t even seen coming – hadn’t turned out all that badly, at least not at first. But now it suddenly seemed as if he didn’t exist.

He sighed and rose, his hands shoved in the back pockets of his jeans, and stepped to the window of his darkened apartment, gazing out at the rainy streets. There was more to his melancholy mood than Ryanne’s rejection of him. Something was wrong with her, something unnerving and even a bit frightening. Was it this witch thing? Devon snorted softly. What he knew about Wiccans was slight, but he knew their beliefs were gentle. He didn’t for one second believe in the idea of black magic or even the devil. But Ryanne had changed in away that went beyond mood or her feelings for him, and he couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling that she was in terrible trouble.

He waited anxiously for her at work the next morning, watching the clock and half-concentrating on his work. Finally, an hour late, Ryanne strolled into the file room, once again dressed quite unlike her usual manner. She wore a black minidress with a round silver buckle and boots that went up to her knees. Her hair was expensively styled, its length enhanced by a shine that dazzled in the grim office lights, and around her neck she wore a long silver necklace attached to a giant pearl which dangled over her navel. Devon blushed at first sight of her, then pretended to be heavily distracted by his work.

“Hello,” Ryanne said brightly, coming up alongside of him. She smiled a dimpled grin. “Sorry I’m late. Whatcha got for me?” Devon grunted and handed her a pile of folders without looking up. Ryanne’s eyebrows raised slightly.

“Grumpy,” she remarked. Sorting through the files, she grinned slightly and elbowed him in a playful fashion. Devon glanced at her with an exasperated look.

“Do you mind?” he snapped, gesturing at the pile of folders as if they were the most important items in the world. Ryanne placed a hand on her hips and eyed him carefully.

“OK, Devon, what’s up your ass?”

He winced at her tone. “Nothing. I’m trying to work.”

Ryanne watched him stack and sort hastily, clearly paying little attention to what he was doing. She leaned an elbow on the counter and cupped her chin in her hand, regarding him with amusement.

“Want to tell me what’s eating you, studley?” she asked. “I mean, we can work in pissy silence all day long, if you want. I can still get plenty done - more, even. So it’s up to you.”

Devon stacked a pile of folders and frowned at her. “I don’t like what you’ve become,” he said simply.

Ryanne’s eyes darkened and flared. She smiled broadly, her lips curling just slightly. “And what is that exactly? Pray tell, o Master; I wish to learn what darling Devon thinks I have become.” Her tone was mocking and edgy, quite unlike anything Devon had ever heard from her before.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “But you’re different. You’re – you’ve lost your sweetness, your humor, your sense of decency.” Devon almost glared at her, his eyes hurt and full of accusation. Ryanne studied him for a moment, her eyes dancing.

“I think you’re a sad little man,” she said thoughtfully.

Devon’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened with surprise. Ryanne giggled darkly, and traced a finger up and down his sleeve. “You’ve made up your own little version of me, haven’t you darling boy? Some sweet, innocent, helpless little angel-girl, just sitting around waiting for the sensitive and wonderful Devon to come along and save her. Well, how nice.”

She laughed again, then turned serious, her eyes burning into his. “You don’t know me at all, Devon. You’re a boy, dreaming a boy’s dreams. I’m not anything like what you think I am, do you get that? You have no idea, Devon dear, no fucking idea at all.” Devon drew a sharp breath at her tone, but set his mouth in a firm line.

“I don’t believe you,” he said defiantly.

“Believe it,” Ryanne spat. “You don’t want to be mixed up with me, my old buddy pal. Your poor little heart couldn’t stand the strain.”

Devon stared at her angrily. “Stop it, Ryanne.”

“Stop it? Fuck you, Devon; you stop it. Jesus, spare me the whiny little boy crap. Grow the fuck up!”

“I love you,” he said suddenly.

Ryanne froze, blinking at him, her mouth dropping open in shock. Devon stared at her defiantly, trembling slightly, his eyes dark and vulnerable. For a long moment, neither said a word.

Then Ryanne let out a shriek of laughter.

“Oh, god, that’s great!” she cried, doubling over, her hand on her stomach. “You looooove me, ohhhh, Devon looooooves me!”

“Shut up!” Devon blushed furiously.

“Devon and Ryanne, sitting in a tree,” she sang mockingly, her hands on her hips, dancing a deliberately awkward jig. Her cruel eyes watched mirthfully as Devon turned beet red and tried to return to his work. His hands were shaking violently as he sorted through folders.

“Forget it, just fucking forget it,” he muttered.

“Oh, but I can’t!” Ryanne replied. “I mean, after all, Devvy-Wevvy wubs me! Oh, be still, my heart! It’s the funniest fucking joke I’ve heard in a long time!” She reached out and slapped his shoulder lightly, and Devon jumped as if burned. He grabbed her wrist and stared hard at her.

“I don’t know what’s happened to you,” he said quietly. “But I’m gonna undo it. Wherever the real Ryanne is, I’m gonna find her, and she’s gonna kick your ass out of her body.” He dropped her wrist and went back to his work. Ryanne looked taken aback, and started to laugh. Then she stepped up close to him, tilting her head up until her lips were against his ear.

“Get this straight, asshole, and listen up good: I AM the real Ryanne.” With that, she swept her arm across the counter, sending pile of folders flying in all directions, then laughed cruelly and turned on her heel, walking out of the room. Devon watched her leave as sheets of paper floated all around him, then shook his head and knelt, carefully cleaning up the mess she had made.

Ryanne stomped down the hallway, her rage evident as her co-workers shrank back from her approach. She could feel her power rise within her, and its ferocious intensity was such that she could barely contain it. As she blew past a row of secretarial desks, objects began sliding off in her wake, and more than one admin assistant cried out in surprise and pain as coffee cups toppled over into laps and onto keyboards.

That fucking Devon, she thought to herself. Who the hell does he think he is? She had a quick flash of memory, from not so long ago, of liking him so much she came close to loving him, but it faded almost instantly. He was a fool who was sapping her power, trying to make her as weak and sniveling as he was, and she would not longer tolerate it. In an instant, she decided Devon had to go. What that meant precisely was another question. But she knew she had to get him away from her.

“Ryanne!”

She stopped, shaking her head slightly from the distracting voice. It was coming from an office nearby, and Ryanne peered in to see Julie standing behind her desk, brushing the front of her business suit, a nervous expression on her face.

“What do you want?” Ryanne snapped. Julie jumped slightly at the tone in her voice.

“Can you… may I speak with you a moment?”

Ryanne sighed and hesitated. “Can you make it quick?” Julie nodded.

Ryanne stepped into her office and stood defiantly before Julie, her arms folded. A thin, merciless smile spread across her lips.

“If you’re looking to berate me over the Watson files, I highly recommend doing so. I would just love to have an excuse to fuck you up.” Julie’s eyes widened, but she shook her head and brushed past Ryanne hastily, closing the office door. She turned and stood before Ryanne, her hands toying nervously with her skirt.

“I’ve… I’ve been thinking about the other night, when we… when you…”

Ryanne crooked an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

Julie visibly shuddered, clinging to herself. “I… I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered.

Ryanne tilted her head back, narrowing her eyes, pursing her lips. “Is that so?” she asked in a throaty voice.

Julie nodded. “I… I wasn’t sure I liked all of it, but… I… I was wondering if we could, y’know, do it again.” These last few words came rushing out, as if she’d been waiting all day to say them and was relieved to finally let them out. She gazed up with hope and fear as Ryanne smiled, reaching out carefully and taking Julie’s chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“Do it again,” she repeated. “You mean, a threesome with Tony?” Her tone was taunting, deriding the very mention of the man they had shared.

Julie’s face screwed up with revulsion. “Fuck, no!” she snarled. “Not with that pathetic weasel. Anyway, he’s gone. They fired him.” Ryanne’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Really,” she remarked, perching herself on the edge of Julie’s desk, tracing a finger over honey-toned skin of the woman’s neck and chest. “Well, now. So much for him, then.”

“Yes,” Julie whispered huskily. She trembled at Ryanne’s touch. “I... I want you so bad, Ryanne…”

“Do you?” Ryanne dragged the edge of her nail along the exposed tops of Julie’s breast. “And what do I get in return?”

Julie drew a sharp breath. “Anything.”

Ryanne fixed her with a stare, one that made Julie as fearful as it did excited, then reached down and took the other woman’s hand firmly. She raised their hands between them, entwining their fingers tightly, then raised their joined fists between them. Ryanne’s gaze was fierce and intense, and Julie writhed slightly as she saw the same mystic glow in Ryanne’s eyes. The very sight frightened and aroused her in equal measure.

“Walk this path, Julie, and there will be no turning back,” Ryanne said quietly. “Do you understand?”

The other woman nodded.

“Show me.”

Julie moaned quietly and drew the joined fists to her mouth. Gazing with moist eyes at Ryanne, she very slowly began kissing Ryanne’s hand, sucking on each knuckle in turn, then dragging her tongue over each finger longingly. Ryanne smiled fiercely as Julie went to her knees, still worshipping Ryanne’s hand with her lips and tongue, whimpering with desire and utter supplication.

Ryanne was excited and pleased, and her heart quickened as she began imagining all the things she would make this girl do. Reluctantly, she withdrew her fingers from Julie’s grip. “Go home and rest,” she said in an oily voice. “Then be at my apartment at seven-thirty sharp. You’re in for a very long night, my darling girl, so I suggest you prepare.”

Julie nodded and bowed her head, leaning her cheek against Ryanne’s thigh. “Yes… Mistress,” she sighed.

Ryanne laughed, and felt her power increase.

Down the hall, sitting at her desk, Angelique was going through some reports when she stiffened and uttered an involuntary oath of surprise. Renewed energy flowed through her, almost more than she could bear, and Angelique had to grip her chair tightly in order to keep from being thrown from it. She gasped and moaned, aware through her connection with Ryanne that the other witch’s energies were nearing a scale that matched her own.

As the wave of exquisite pain passed, Angelique slumped back in her chair, her chest heaving, her heart beating madly. She smiled, purring, and began pushing a finger back and forth over her skirt, pressing on her heated, throbbing center. Soon, she thought. Very, very soon…

Devon downed his beer and slammed the empty glass down on the bar. “Another one,” he said sharply. The bartender squinted at him slightly.

“Think maybe you’ve had enough?”

Devon shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I can still feel.” He lit a cigarette and wearily swiped his hand through his hair.

“Gotta be a woman,” the bartender muttered, shaking his head. He waddled over to a vat and drew another glass of beer, setting it in front of Devon. “Whoever she is, she ain’t worth it, pal. Trust me.”

Devon picked up the glass and swirled it around a bit. “This one is,” he said quietly. The bartender shook his head and wandered down to the other end of the bar. Devon took a drag from his cigarette and blew out a cloud, frowning. Ryanne’s mockery had hit him hard, but as he thought it over he knew with even greater conviction that it wasn’t her who had laughed off his declaration of love. Not his Ryanne. Rather than chasing him off, she had only made him more determined to find out what was going on, and to save her from whatever horror had befallen her.

Decisively, he stood and slid a few dollars onto the bar, swigging the last of his beer and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He could not rest, could not let this go. One way or another, things had to be settled between himself and Ryanne – or whatever it is she had become.

“Keep the change,” he said, and headed out the door for Ryanne’s apartment.

Julie crawled slowly on all fours, towards her waiting Mistress.

Naked but for a light gold chain around her neck, Julie was an achingly beautiful sight. Her long blonde hair hung down almost to the floor, and the bronzed skin of her perfect body glowed in the dim candlelight. She moved her hips in an aching, desirous fashion, her deep blue eyes gazing up at her Mistress, her red lips pursed as her tongue slid over them again and again.

Ryanne sat in a large leather armchair and smiled down at Julie, enjoying the woman’s completely humbled state. She was clad in black panties and bra and a red robe, her sleek legs crossed, watching with glittering eyes as Julie crawled up to her feet and began purring, rubbing her cheek against Ryanne’s leg. The blonde woman’s body quivered with lust and supplication as Ryanne reached down and slid her hand over Julie’s hair.

“Sweet pet,” Ryanne said softly. “You would do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?”

Julie groaned and nodded, gripping Ryanne’s ankle and kissing her knee reverently. Ryanne felt a surge of power run through her body. She slid her fingers around Julie’s necklace and tugged on it. “Stand up,” she ordered. Julie obeyed, waiting expectantly, as Ryanne fingered her chin thoughtfully. For months, this woman had made Ryanne’s life at work an unending hardship, and now here she stood, naked and compliant. But Ryanne had not forgotten the way Julie would force work on her at the last minute, or the way she badmouthed Ryanne to her bosses and co-workers, or the sheer contempt and disrespect for Ryanne that Julie went out of her way to express. However willing a slave she was now, Julie still had much to answer for.

Ryanne smiled up at her. “Dance,” she said softly. A smoky, throbbing jazz CD was playing, and Ryanne was in the mood. Julie nodded excitedly and stepped closer, her legs on either side of Ryanne’s thighs, and she slid her hands behind her head and began to undulate her sleek, tanned body, pushing her breasts forward and churning her hips. Ryanne’s eyes glittered as she raked her gaze up and down Julie’s dimly-lit body, watching the woman’s nipples harden in reaction to her hot stare. Ryanne purred softly and began winding the light necklace around her fingers, pulling Julie closer and forcing her to lean forward. Julie planted her hands on her sleek thighs and slithered her body seductively, her hips and belly moving in long, tight circles, her breasts just barely brushing the front of Ryanne’s robe. Ryanne watched with fierce appreciation for a few moments, breathing in Julie’s sweet scent, feeling her own skin heat up from watching the girl. “Turn around,” she said in a husky voice. Julie obeyed, shifting her body and straddling Ryanne’s thighs in reverse. She pressed her hands to Ryanne’s knees and rotated her curvy, naked ass for her in a teasing, tempting fashion. Ryanne seethed and drew a sharp breath, then reached up and slid her hands down Julie’s smooth, sleek back, causing it to ripple at her touch, then caressed her way down to her rounded asscheeks, gripping them tightly. Ryanne bit her lip and grinned wolfishly, then dug her nails into Julie’s ass, causing the woman to moan in pleasurable pain. Ryanne then gave her a hard smack on one cheek.

“Get the oil,” she told Julie in a thick voice. Julie moaned and shot her a hard, longing look, then climbed off Ryanne’s thighs and disappeared into the kitchen. She returned grasping a heated bottle of baby oil in her shaking hands, and struck a pose in front of Ryanne expectantly. Ryanne smiled like a cat and sat up, dropping her robe from her shoulders and settling back in the chair, one arm behind her head, and ran her fingers up and down her naked body. Julie whimpered with lust and popped open the bottle, then upended it and began drizzling the hot oil over Ryanne’s torso, causing the other woman to write slowly with pleasure as the gooey liquid spread over her body. Julie then poured a generous amount over herself, rubbing the oil into her tummy and over her breasts, swaying sexily as she did so.

“Good,” said Ryanne. “Now come here.” Shaking, Julie set down the bottle and eased her gleaming body down on to Ryanne’s, and she gasped as their slippery breasts met, mashing into each other, their nipples twisting and kissing. Ryanne slid her hands over Julie, spreading the oil over her back and ass and legs, pulling the woman closer against her. Their hot, slippery bodies slid back and forth over each other, spreading the oil back and forth, and Ryanne grabbed Julie’s ass hard and made the woman fuck her with her cunt. Julie threw back her head and let out a cry, gripping the arms of the chair and grinding her wet, slippery pussy against Ryanne’s, reveling with pleasure in the feeling of Ryanne’s thighs clamping around her body.

“Fuck me,” Ryanne gasped, digging her nails into Julie’s glistening ass. “Fuck me, Julie, but god help you if you come before I say you can.” The girl shuddered from her words and tensed her muscles, working her hips and rubbing Ryanne’s clit with her own with savage ferocity. Ryanne grabbed Julie’s face and kissed her hotly, jamming her tongue between Julie’s lips and humping back at her with merciless abandon. The two women gripped each other and slid their bodies all over each other, their skin hot and glistening from sweat and oil. Finally, Ryanne growled and pushed Julie up, then stood up from her chair and began pushing Julie onto the floor, onto her back, then sat down hard on Julie’s legs, pinning her.

“I’ve wanted to do something for the longest time,” Ryanne purred avoiding Julie’s attempts to pull her down. She reached over to an end table and pulled open a drawer, removing from it a long, plastic vibrator. Julie gasped at the size of the thing, her eyes wide with fear, which pleased Ryanne greatly. She switched on the vibrator and ran her hand over it, tonguing it while she looked at Julie with a burning gaze.

“Come, dear,” Ryanne said in a throaty voice, lowering the device between Julie’s legs. “Let’s play awhile, shall we…?”

Devon hurried through the rainy night, his collar folded up and his hands jammed in his pockets. A bracing wind pushed against him as he fought his way through the crowded streets, as if the elements themselves were trying to prevent him from reaching his goal. And in a way, they might have been.

Angelique sat in the back of a sleek, black limousine and watched Devon through the tinted glass of the rear window, holding a cigarette between two elegant fingers. She had sensed Devon’s existence almost as soon as she did Ryanne’s, but it wasn’t until recently that she was able to sort out who he was, and the implications of his proximity to her. She knew he was a threat; that he was somehow Ryanne’s weak point, and Angelique had to be very careful with how she removed him. Destroying him could backfire, as there was clearly some unfathomable bond between him and Ryanne, and Angelique couldn’t risk her careful plans by shattering it.

No, this one was going to require very special care.

“Move on,” she told her driver, and the limo slowly followed Devon as he turned a street corner.

Ryanne arched her sleek back, keeping her flesh tantalizingly out of Julie’s reach. She hovered over the other woman, moving back and forth, squeezing her own breast with sweaty fingers, and gazed down with slitted eyes as Julie writhed and panted out of control below her. Ryanne twisted her wrist and plunged the vibrator in and out of Julie’s cunt in an agonizingly slow and thorough fashion, carefully controlling the amount of pleasure she would allow the woman to experience.

She hissed with delight as her power over Julie doubled with each motion of her hand, dripping sweat onto the girl’s tanned skin and undulating her own body in an aching, pleasured manner. “I’m fucking you, Julie,” she whispered hotly. “I’m fucking you so hard…” Julie moaned at her words, her hips gyrating and thrusting, her hands digging into the carpet helplessly, as she was forbidden to touch her Mistress without permission. All she could do was gaze with frenzied lust at Ryanne’s naked body hovering over her, a goddess on Earth, taking her without mercy. Julie bit her lip and cried out, thrusting her back and welcoming the large, hard vibrator inside her pussy again and again.

At that moment, the front door buzzed loudly, startling both women.

“Fuck!” Ryanne snarled. She glared at the door, hesitating.

“Who is it?” she snapped.

“It’s uh, Devon.”

Ryanne squeezed her eyes shut and cursed, leaning motionless over Julie for a long moment, thinking things over. Then her eyes flew open, and she gazed down at Julie with a sharp expression. “Don’t move,” she hissed, and rose to her feet. Julie watched with confusion as Ryanne slipped on her robe, tying it tightly, then went to the door. She swung it open and found Devon in the hall, soaking wet from the rain and blowing on his hands to keep warm.

“Hi,” he said, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Devon, what the fuck?” Ryanne asked, annoyed. “Couldn’t you have called first?”

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around his body and hopping up and down lightly. “I wasn’t near a phone, I guess. Listen, can I come in? I’m freezing out here!”

Ryanne placed a hand on her hip and tossed her hair, her face icy and unmoved. “Depends on what you want. I’m not in the mood for more whiny bullshit.” She watched, uncaring, as Devon jumped at her words as if stung.

“I just want to... I dunno, just come in and see you, I guess.” He stared at her expectantly, beating at his arms in an attempt to escape the chill in his body.

Ryanne’s eyes glittered, and she smirked slightly. “You want to know who I am, Devon? Once and for all?”

He shot her a look. “I know who you are, Ryanne.”

She laughed. “You really think so, don’t you?” Her eyes were filled with amusement as they searched his face. “Well, let’s find out, Devon, once and for all, shall we?” Ryanne gestured for him to enter, and after a moment’s hesitation, Devon stepped into her apartment.

He glanced quickly around, blowing onto his frozen hands, and was about to make a remark when he saw Julie. She lay on the carpeted floor of Ryanne’s living room, naked, her head propped up on her hand, her other hand caressing her belly lightly, a knowing smile on her face. She pursed her lips and blew Devon a mocking air kiss.

“Jesus!” Devon spat, his jaw dropping. He turned to Ryanne, a look of horrified disbelief on his face. “Come on, Ryanne – not you and her! Please!”

Ryanne frowned at him, her arms folded. “Yes, me and her,” she said calmly. “As a matter of fact, I was in the middle of fucking her beautiful brains out when you blundered by and interrupted. Are you happy you stopped in now, my sweet? Because I’m not.”

Devon shook violently, though this time not from the cold. “I don’t believe this! It’s fucking insane!” He staggered over to the dining room area, where he dragged a chair out from the table and sat heavily on it, his hands clasped tightly between his knees, shaking his head. “Unbelievable!” he muttered hoarsely. “She messed you up dozens of times, sabotaged your work, tried to have you fired… and you’re fucking her?” His voice cracked, suffused with pain and shock.

Ryanne walked slowly towards him. “There, there,” she said quietly. “It’s a hard lesson, isn’t it, realizing you don’t know the first thing about someone?” She reached out and cupped Devon’s chin, forcing him to look up at her. Her tone was mild, but Ryanne’s expression clearly showed she was enjoying his pain immensely. “Knowing you, though, you still haven’t fully accepted the truth about me, have you dearest Devon?”

He met her gaze with a determined expression. “This isn’t you,” he said, his voice trembling. “You’re not the Ryanne I know.”

Ryanne burst into laughter, then began to slowly untie the belt of her robe. “But you are most assuredly the Devon I know all too well, aren’t you my love? So terribly predictable.” Saying this, she slid the belt of her robe from its loops and dangled it front of him, grinning as he tried not to glance inside her open robe.

“Let’s settle this once and for all, shall we?” Ryanne whispered, and for a moment something blue and terrible glowed in her eyes. Devon suddenly found himself unable to move or speak, and he opened and closed his mouth helplessly, but no sound came out. Ryanne tittered at his state, then walked behind him, grabbing his wrists and tying them together, securing him firmly to the chair. “There we are,” she whispered in his ear. “Now sit back and relax, dearest Devon, and enjoy what Ryanne has in store for you.” She stepped out in front of him, and he gasped loudly as his power of movement and speech returned.

“Ryanne,” he rasped, gulping for air. “What…” His next words died in his throat, as Ryanne stepped in front of him and dropped her robe. She grinned him with icy disdain, her hands on her hips, and Devon’s heart beat faster at the sight of her sleek, naked body. “God,” he whispered.

Julie groaned and got to her knees, wrapping her arms around Ryanne’s legs and dragging her tongue over her smooth hip. Ryanne purred softly and stroked Julie’s hair, her eyes burning into Devon’s. “Look at us, all hot and naked, and him with his clothes on,” she remarked. “We should do something about that, don’t you think?” Julie lapped at Ryanne’s hip and nodded, then crawled on all fours to Devon, who watched her with a pained expression.

“Ryanne, don’t do this,” he said, squirming in the chair, wincing as the robe belt tightened around his wrists. Julie giggled madly and knelt in front of him, then reached out and tore his shirt open with a violent yank. Buttons flew in all directions as Julie tugged his shirt and coat down his arms, baring his chest and further securing his arms to the chair. Devon glared at Julie, a snarl on his lips, as she grabbed his belt and began undoing his pants.

“Fuck,” he spat. “Not her, Ryanne, please not her.” He felt his stomach turn at the sight of Julie’s pleasured grin. This woman had been nothing but a conniving, lying, and cruel bitch towards Devon and Ryanne, and the idea that he was at her sexual mercy angered and disgusted him. He turned his gaze to Ryanne, clenching his teeth in anger, but she merely shivered with enjoyment, caressing her arms with delicious abandon.

Julie laughed mockingly at his discomfort and pulled his jeans down his legs, sighing contentedly as his half-erect cock sprang free. “Oh, bad boy!” she shrieked, slapping his thigh sharply. “Never, ever enter the presence of my Mistress with anything less than a full hard-on!”

Ryanne nodded. “An excellent point, my dear. Perhaps you should take care of that?” Julie bit her lip and grinned, narrowing her eyes at Devon, then got to her feet and straddled his thighs, running her fingers up and down her body, cupping her breasts and massaging her nipples.

“C’mon, Devon,” she sang. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about fucking me.” To further her point, Julie began working her hips, gyrating them, arching her back sexily and tempting him with her body. Devon tried shutting his eyes, but Julie reached out and pinched one of his nipples, causing him to yelp in pain.

“Don’t fucking try that again,” Julie hissed. “Now…” Grunting, she braced her hands on his shoulders and began pushing her cunt against the shaft of his cock, her pussylips nibbling up and down its length. Devon threw his head back in despair as his cock responded to her attentions, growing hard against his will. Seeing this, Ryanne stepped to his side and and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head forward and ignoring his gasps of pain.

“Watch her,” Ryanne commanded. “She’s sooo hot, Devon, don’t you think? God, why wouldn’t you want to fuck a hot piece of ass like that anyway?”

“Maybe he’s gay,” Julie laughed, sliding her hands through her hair and humping her glistening pussy against his cock. “Is that it, Devon? Do you prefer boys to girls?”

Ryanne laughed. “Nooo, he likes yo