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The Haunted Manor: Zoey the Warrior
🕑 Added 2025-07-23 17:00:09 +0000 UTCHey folks!
Been doing this weird thing for the last week, something called a 'vay-kay-shun' where I'm not allowed to write anything so my brain can rest or something. Honestly, not sure what the point of a brain that needs to rest is, but apparently that's a whole thing! Who knew?
Honestly, I'm just looking forward to getting to write again! But, in the meantime, story!
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“It’s always nice to have visitors, but some of them really do need to work on their manners.” The woman in black robes walked through the halls of the manor casually, knowing that there was no threat to her here. Despite the gloomy, dark surroundings, she was completely at ease. “Isn’t it polite to greet the mistress of the house when you enter her home?”
She looked over her shoulder as she asked, glancing at the pair of women following behind her. They made for an interesting pair. Celestia Youngblood, once one of the most promising spellcasters of her generation, was now a simple milk cow, led around on a leash. Her giant teats dripped with creamy white at the slightest provocation, while the wind whistled through her ears, her glazed eyes making it plain how little was going on behind them now.
And next to her was the leader of her adventuring party – though it was easy to see that neither woman was an Adventurer anymore. No, Gloria the Rogue was a long forgotten memory now. Instead, Gigi the Whore was strutting and skipping down the hall, eagerly preening for her Mistress whenever the woman in black looked in her direction, delighting in the chance to show off her enhanced curves and her skimpy dress. She was slightly smarter than Celestia, perhaps – she needed to be able to sell herself and count the money she made – but her eyes were equally vapid. The blonde was a bimbo through and through.
Naturally, neither had any sensible answers to their Mistress’s question when she asked.
“Moo?”
“Oh, like… I dunno~!”
But she wasn’t really talking to them for answers. She was just enjoying how low the fools had fallen. Such was the fate of anyone who entered her manor – or at least, it was supposed to be.
But one of the four adventurers who’d been lured in today was proving to be difficult. Zoey Ash, one of the party’s two warrior siblings, had seemingly vanished. Somehow the spirits haunting this building had completely lost track of her.
That was less than ideal. A cute, if not especially curvaceous, brunette, Zoey was by far the most sensible and most cautious of her party. If she’d started to suspect that the quest that had brought them here had been a trap, then she could be very dangerous. As an experienced adventurer, it was possible she knew enough about ghosts to avoid their senses – and if so, it was down to the Mistress to hunt her down.
“Making me work so hard,” the woman in black muttered as she checked down another hall. “When we find this little pest, I’m going to have a lot of unpleasant words for her…”
“Oh yeah? You can gimme ‘em now if you like.”
The Mistress blinked, looking up. “Huh?”
Wham!
Zoey’s fist slammed into her, the warrior’s might sending the woman crashing into the wall. Stunned, she lifted her head, only to find herself staring up at the shining tip of an unsheathed blade. “Undo what you did to them!”
The brunette didn’t have to specify who she meant. The cow and the bimbo were watching from down the hall, curious and confused… Well, mostly just confused.
But the Mistress of the house wasn’t going to crumble quite so easily. She growled, rolling away from the blade and to her feet. Zoey lashed out with an attack, but only caught the mysterious malevolent’s cloak, pinning it to the floor and tearing it away from its wearer.
The warrior fought back a gasp as she saw what the torn garment had revealed. Purple skin. Glowing red eyes. Long, black hair, and horns poking through the top. The Mistress of the manor was a demon. And not just any demon…
“A succubus.” Zoey spat, brandishing her sword. “I should have known.”
“Well I agree with you there,” the purple skinned demon said with a grin as she straightened out, allowing her body to expand to its full, glorious form. Wings expanded from her back, claws extended from her fingers, and her bust bounced out a few cup sizes. She even shed what was left of her robes, revealing a skimpy red bikini-like outfit that covered barely anything. The woman had no further need to hide her true self now. “I’ve hardly been subtle. But don’t you like my improvements? Those two certainly do.” She wiped her lip, dabbing with her fingers to check for blood. All clean. “And you’ll change your mind too once I’m done improving you!”
Her eyes shone with demonic red light as she fired out a spell, swinging out her clawed hand to cast pink flames at her opponent. It was a powerful magic, the kind that should have sent searing heat through its target, dropped her to her knees in a frantic fit of self-pleasure as her mind boiled in lust and need.
So when Zoey didn’t react at all as the flames passed over her, the succubus may have started to worry, just a little bit. “The hell?”
The brunette just rolled her eyes, holding up her non-sword hand to show off a glowing sigil-ring around one of her fingers. An anti-magic ward. “I’m no mage, but I know how to prepare to fight magic users.”
“Ah.” The Mistress took that in. “Shit.”
Then she had to dodge, ducking under a sword swing, and then desperately throwing herself out of the path of another. Zoey was a more cautious woman than her sister, but that didn’t make her any less of a ferocious fighter, and seeing what this demon had done to her friends had given her plenty of reason not to hold back.
“If you won’t undo your spells, then maybe your death will undo them for you!” Yeah, she was definitely furious.
The succubus dodged and wove as best she could, but she knew this was a losing fight. Most of her tricks were magic, and as impressive as her body was, physically, it just wasn’t going to be a match for a fully trained warrior. No, there was only one chance, she realised as she fell back, unable to hold against the onslaught. One desperate move she could try to save herself.
“Hey slut!” She screamed. “Get over here!”
“Huh?” Gloria blinked, surprised – but her feet obeyed even as her mind lagged several miles behind. She jumped into the fight, falling into her Mistress’s arms, just in time to be swivelled around and placed between the succubus and her former teammate.
“You’re gunna have to go through her to get me!” The demon’s eyes flashed, a smug grin already on her lips. She knew there was no chance the other woman was going to risk hurting her friend.
She was correct. There was just one thing she misjudged – how far into her next attack Zoey already was. “Wha-Gloria, get out of the wa-!!”
Crash!
All three women went down in a pile of flailing limbs and jiggling boobs. There was a long, scuffly moment as they tried to pull themselves apart, pierced several times by heated moans from Gigi as she found herself groped by misplaced hands. That certainly wasn’t helping matters.
Celestia the cow looked down at them with a tilted head. “Moo?”
Grunting, the succubus looked up from under one of her pet bimbo whore’s thick thighs. “Don’t just stand there, you two – restrain her!” she barked.
Alas, their responses weren’t encouraging.
“Huh?”
“Moo?”
She may have made them a bit too dumb. “… Give your friend a great big hug and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
“Oh okay!”
“Moo~!”
Celestia bounced into the pile happily, eagerly smothering Zoey in her tits, as Gigi slid her arms around her from behind, grinding up against her. “H-Hey, girls, stop it! Let me go, I need to save you!”
But the brunette’s protests did no good – neither woman was listening, and their ‘hugs’ proved to be surprisingly strong. The warrior couldn’t break free without hurting them, and she really didn’t want to do that…
Which was all the opening that the Mistress of the Manor needed. Pulling herself free of the pile, the demon’s spaded tail whipped out, grabbing Zoey’s hand and wrapping around her ring finger, before pulling with all her might. One quiet pop later, and the glowing ring was hers. “Gotcha!”
“No!” The warrior realised the threat a moment too late, reaching out for her lost protection – but it was no good. The two bimbos held her too tight, and the ring danced just out of her reach, before being flipped straight into the demon’s palm.
“Oh yes~” the Mistress purred, suddenly on top once again. “Let’s see how you do against me now you don’t have this little thing…” She waved her hand, and the ring shimmered, disappearing, teleported away to her private chambers so she could study it later. This wasn’t a trick she wanted to be on the wrong side of a second time.
“You… You!” Zoey still struggled, trying to break free of her friends and attack, but it was a futile effort. With a snap of her well nailed fingers, the succubus levitated the entire pile of adventurers into the air, restraining the feisty warrior with ease.
“Me me~” The demon giggled, smiling up at her. “No, I think that’s enough about me – let’s spend a little time talking about you, dear. You’ve managed to earn my personal attention. I hope you enjoy it.”
The brunette swallowed. She wasn’t an idiot – though looking at her friends, she suspected that might not be true for long. Either way, she had no doubt that by the time the demon was done with her, she’d love every bit of whatever she did.
But there was nothing she could do to break free as the levitation spell carried her off through the house. All she could hope was that her sister, Cora, was safe – wherever she’d ended up…
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The Mistress of the Manor brought the trio to a stop in a room at least three secret doors deep, beyond enough traps that the paralyzed warrior had already lost count of them. This room, though, was clearly special. Unlike the rest of the house, it didn’t look dreary or gothic. Instead, it was free of spiderwebs and dust, decorated with dark carpets and red wallpaper.
Yeah, this place had gone for a more demonic vibe. Kind of fitting, really.
It was also filled to the brim with worrying looking items. Floating keys. Glowing orbs. Clocks with thirteen hours on their faces, or ten different hands. Shelves full of sinister, dripping, or outright spiky tomes. Puzzle boxes with floating pieces and ominous light peeking out through the cracks. Zoey didn’t need to be a mage to tell that every single one of these items was magical in some way – and all of them looked dangerous. Cursed, even. Hoo boy.
The succubus didn’t seem worried about any of them, though. She strode into the room boldly, leaving Gigi and Celestia to play with each other over by the door. With a gesture, she had her spell move Zoey to hover in the middle of the room, her arms and legs held out in a star shape in her magical restraints.
Silently, she walked around the room, looking from item to cursed item, judging each one carefully as she went. Zoey watched, stewing in dreadful anticipation, resolving not to give the demonic woman the satisfaction of showing her fear… But that was easier said than done. Every moment seemed to make the tension build, higher and higher. And then, just as she was starting to feel it all coming to breaking point, the succubus made an ‘aha!’ sound, reaching up to one of the shelves, and plucking out a fancy looking book.
“This will do nicely,” she said, turning the tome over in her hands. “Though I’ll need a little help to use it right. Tremaine!”
A chill ran through the air. “You called, Mistress? Did you change your mind?”
Descending through the roof, the pale spectre of a woman drifted into the room. She was a serious looking figure, her dark hair done up in a bun, her long dress and white blouse unmistakably formal looking. Zoey would have backed away from her if she could. Something about the spirit’s aura said she was trouble with a capital T.
The succubus shook her head. “Not exactly, but I do want your help. I need someone I trust on this one. Could you take a look around inside our friend here?” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder, pointing directly at Zoey. “I want to get all of the juicy details.”
The ghost bowed. “Of course Mistress.” Then she turned to the warrior, floating towards her.
Zoey tried not to shrink back, but from the press of her restraints she didn’t really succeed. “H-hey, hold on, you don’t need to listen to her…”
“I’m afraid I do, Miss,” the spirit, ‘Tremaine’, said as she came to a stop hovering in front of the floating adventurer. “She is the Mistress of the Manor. Now, hold still for a moment.”
The brunette would have disobeyed if she could have, but the spell held her fast. So instead, all she could do was watch as the ghost drifted closer, and then dipped in, pressing her lips against the warrior’s own. A shocking, ice-cold chill shot down Zoey’s spine as the woman suddenly burst into mist, flowing straight into the adventurer’s open mouth. A moment later, and the cold seemed to spread out into every part of her body…
“Hmm…” She found herself saying, her mouth moving on its own. “This one’s got quite a strong will. I doubt I’ll be able to hold her for long.”
Damn right! Get out of my body!
“That’s fine,” the succubus said, waving a dismissive hand, completely ignorant to Zoey’s internal struggle. Instead she held up the book she’d selected, holding it open at a blank page. “I just need a few details. Look through her memories and then write down her profile here for me?”
“Of course.” The warrior’s head bobbed in a nod, and then her eyes crossed. She felt a strange kind of shifting inside her head, like someone was sorting through all of the mental filing cabinets that she kept up there. Her life played out before her eyes in abbreviated form. “Mmm… Ah… Mhmm… Ah! There.”
A grunt slipped from the brunette’s lips as her body twitched, its original owner fighting for control. But despite getting that much of a reaction, she wasn’t able to stop her own hand from taking the quill offered by the succubus, lifting it to the empty page and starting to scribble. Zoey was forced to watch through her own eyes as the ghost wrote with quick, efficient handwriting, swiftly noting down all of the information she’d learned.
Within a minute she’d generated a full profile for her. Sure, it was pretty simple one, the details short and precise, but it was still a worrying thing to see hovering in front of her face.
Name: Zoey Ash
Job: Warrior
Description: Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and modest curves
Relationships: Sister (Cora Ash)
Personality: Cautious
Fashion Preference: Conservative/Practical
Other: -
What were these two trying to do? What was the point of this? Whatever it was, she had to resist them as best she could. Gathering her energy, the warrior prepared for another attempt at regaining control of her body, to push this possessing chill out of her…
But suddenly, the cold dissipated all at once. The ghostly blue mist of Tremaine hissed as it poured out of the adventurer’s ears, swirling in the air for a moment before reforming next to her Mistress, just as prim and proper as before. “Done.”
“Thank you, my dear.” The demon grinned, turning the book over and scanning through the new text. “Oh, lovely. And the other one must be your sister then. I’ll make sure to take special care of her…”
“Don’t you dare touch her!” Zoey snarled, forgetting, for a moment, her decision not to give this creature any response.
The Mistress’s grin said that she noticed the slip. “I’ll do what I like to intruders in my home,” she said, twirling the quill around her fingers. “Maybe I’ll even have you help me take care of her. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“You-!” The warrior bit her tongue, refusing to give the other woman any further satisfaction. Whatever she was planning, she would face it without letting this monster get her sadistic kicks in as well.
But then a third voice spoke up. “Ah, Mistress, if I may?”
The succubus blinked, looking around to her ghostly companion. “Oh, do you want her, Tremaine? I don’t know – you make great bimbos, but we’ve already done one of those with this group…” She gestured over to towards the door, where Gigi was kneeling in front of Celestia, blissfully drinking from her teat. “Variety is the spice of life and all that.”
“Of course, Mistress.” The spirit bowed. “But I was actually going to suggest something else. You see…” She straightened up and leaned forwards, whispering something into the demon’s ear, too quiet for Zoey to make out.
The Mistress’s eyes widened. “Oh, now that is an interesting idea,” she said. “Are you sure? I mean, I guess you’ve more than earned it after all these years of faithful service.”
“Thank you, my lady.” The spirit bowed again.
“Well in that case… Let’s make her suitable for her new purpose.” The demon’s grin widened as the tip of her quill finally touched the page. “First, a little test to see how well this tome works…”
She scribbled for a moment, crossing something out before writing over it – then turned the book back around so that her captive could see it. The warrior frowned, eyes scanning the page. The change that had been made was obvious.
Fashion Preference: Zoey only wears sexy clothes.
… What? The brunette raised an eyebrow, giving the tome and its holder a confused, more than a little scornful look. What was writing that she only wore sexy clothes supposed to do? She was a warrior – she wore armour in the field, and tended towards comfortable dress shirts and pants at home. That wasn’t about to change.
But even as she frowned, something strange was happening, just outside of the sphere of her awareness. Her clothing, a chainmail vest and leather pants, was starting to unravel. Metal links were literally melting, turning into heart-shaped studs punched through a skimpy leather bra, or just disappearing entirely, while her pants were steadily shrinking upwards, exposing her long legs as they hugged her hips as tightly as possible. Even her boots were shifting, developing a high heel, and losing their protective caps. In moments, she’d gone from a well-covered fighter to something much closer to an exhibitionist barbarian…
She was oblivious to it all, of course. The only thing that even came close to verging on her notice a slight tingling sensation in the back of her mind. No, to her, the sudden draft was completely normal, and the gleeful look on the succubus’s face was just a stupid taunt. Nothing to worry about.
When it was over, the warrior shook her head, eyes falling on the tome again. ‘Zoey only wears sexy clothes’. She still didn’t get it. What was the point of writing something like that? Just look at her. Of course she only wore sexy clothes!
She was proud of her body, and had no problem showing it off. As a warrior, she wore only the skimpiest leathers, giving only the barest amount of respect to protection that her job required, leaving her belly exposed, her tits barely covered, and her booty proudly on display. And that was at work – at home, god, she made that look restrained. Her casual wear was all silks and tassels, practically transparent, always outfits designed to tempt, tease, and tantalize. She loved looking sexy, it gave her such a thrill. Why would she be ashamed of it?
“Am I supposed to be scared that you noticed I’m proud of my body?” The brunette asked, raising an eyebrow as her hair styled itself into a short ponytail. “Give me a break.”
The Mistress of the Manor just grinned. “I think we can count that as a successful test,” she said, raising her quill once again. “How about something a bit more… direct?”
She scribbled, and then turned the book over again. Zoey just rolled her eyes as she saw the new text.
Description: Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes. She has huge breasts and a huge butt. She always walks with sexy strut, and moves as sexy as possible.
Of all the… Well, what more could she have expected from a succubus? Huge breasts and a huge butt? Hmph, she wished. Proud of her body as she was, she could easily admit her curves were pretty modest. And while she dressed sexily, she was still a trained warrior. She moved with professional intent, always ready for an attack, always ready to defend herself. Looking good came secondary to survival, so no, ‘moving’ sexily wasn’t a priority to her, and strutting was a waste of energy.
Now why did her chest feel so warm all of a sudden…?
The warrior frowned, looking down at herself – but for some reason, she was unable to see how her breasts were swelling out in front of her, growing outward from their petite curve into monstrous melons. All she could do was blink, wondering why she felt so hot underneath her skimpy leather bra as it stretched, drawn tight by its need to cover a pair of tits now both larger than their owner’s head – obviously huge.
The sound of straining, stretching leather wasn’t just coming from her top, either. Her skirt was also struggling, its hip-hugging mandate now thoroughly threatened by how much hip there was to hug. Her ass was filling out faster than a barkeeper filled a rich patron’s flagon! Soon her tight shorts were clinging on for dear life as her cheeks reached the same incredible level of curvature as her chest – huge again.
But yes, none of this surprised Zoey. After all, she’d always had huge breasts and a huge butt. Puberty had kicked in hard for this woman! Half the reason she dressed so sexily was to show off how lucky she’d been~ But that didn’t mean… Did… Didn’t mean…
Mn. Her head was tingling again. She shook it, annoyed.
And of course that meant she took every opportunity to strut her stuff! Duh! What was the point of having this kind of badonkadonk if you didn’t swing it hard enough to break something with every step? Hah, this warrior knew how to use the body the gods had given her. Every move she made was made with seductive intent, because you never knew who might be watching, and god, the thought of people staring at her made her so incredibly hot.
Honestly, it was kind of a miracle she’d even managed to qualify as a warrior. She let the rest of the party handle most of the fighting, and they let her handle the seduction. Which meant they got more use out of her than you’d think~
Though right now, she was kind of wishing she could swing a punch, because then maybe she wouldn’t be stuck at a stupid demon’s mercy. Ugh, what was this bitch even trying to do? She was just showing her things that were already true!
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing here,” she said, rolling her eyes, “but it’s not working. Maybe just let us go already?”
The succubus just laughed. “Oh hells no, this is the most fun I’ve had in decades! Ha, she really can’t tell what’s happening~” She giggled to her ghostly friend, who just smirked next to her. “Okay, okay, enough fun. Time for the big one. How to word this…”
Sticking a forked tongue between her lips, the Mistress of the Manor began to write, with Tremaine looking over her shoulder, nodding or occasionally adding suggestions. Zoey was a little concerned, obviously – she was being held captive by these two fiends – but she wasn’t too worried. They’d already tried this stupid trick on her twice now, and it hadn’t done anything. She was pretty sure that the third time wasn’t going to be the charm. It’d just go exactly like it had before.
So the brunette was ready when the demon finally lowered her quill, exchanging a nod with her friend. Then, with a grin that would have been sinister, if the warrior considered the woman to be at all intimidating, she turned the book over once more, lifting it up for the captive to read.
Again, the changes jumped right out at her.
Job: Teacher
Other: Zoey teaches people to be bimbos, and is a complete perfectionist in making sure that her students become the best bimbos they can be!
… What?
They wanted her to be some sort of bimbo teacher? How was that even supposed to work? That didn’t make any sense at all. Of course she’d seen what these two had apparently done to Celestia and Gigi (honestly, both of them had been a bit too uptight in Zoey’s estimation, so this stuff was kind of good for them) but clearly they had run out of ideas.
“How about you just let me go already,” the brunette sighed as her ponytail undid itself, spinning into a tight brown bun behind her head instead. “This is becoming embarrassing.”
How would you ever teach someone to be a bimbo, anyway? It was simply the dumbest idea. You couldn’t just teach someone to be a stupid, busty, curvy slut, could you?
Well… Zoey frowned, her leather bra top shimmering as it turned into a white cloth blouse, tied off just under her magnificent tits. Obviously, the right magical massage could give anyone a proper bimbo’s chest – and it just took a few extra squeezes to do the same for their rears.
The brunette’s lips quirked as they coated themselves with a professional red lipstick. Ah, she always loved hearing the delighted moans as people’s bodies grew under a proper massage…
Okay, sure, so the busty and curvy part wasn’t a problem. But you couldn’t just make someone a slut. Except by maybe adding a few drops of a potion or two into their drinks – the kind that made sure that they were always horny and wet. Naturally, it was best if they drank them willingly, but her students were always so stubborn…
The war- The Teacher sighed happily at the memories as her leather skirt turned into a black pencil number, with fishnet stockings weaving down her feet as her shoes turned properly into black pumps. The image of a busty bimbo instructor was complete.
But image was only half of the problem. the mind was the real issue, and oh, there were so many ways of solving it! Zoey herself knew of at least thirty ways to drop a bimbo-in-the-making’s intelligence, and she was always eager to learn more. There was a certain martial arts technique she’d heard rumours of, a flick to just the right spot on someone’s forehead to immediately drop all of their smarts straight into their chest, like just unlocking a trap door in their mind. Obviously, a teacher like her had no real experience in physical combat like martial arts, but she was still eager to try to learn that move…
“Oh? Eager to learn?” A ghostly voice echoed in her ears. She looked up to find Tremaine’s spiritual echo circling her. “Then I believe you are finally ready for my gift~”
“Gift?” Zoey blinked, gazing up at the woman with surprised awe. As a fellow bimbo teacher, Zoey had nothing but the utmost respect for the spirit, but she had no idea what kind of ‘gift’ the woman could give her.
That changed when the ghost reached out and played her hand on the brunette’s head. Suddenly, a wealth of information poured into the living teacher’s mind – instructions for bimbofying techniques, recipes for bimbofying potions, knowledge of bimbofying magical items… An entire encyclopaedia of bimbofication suddenly opened up inside her brain.
“I’ve been looking for a successor for some time,” Tremaine explained as Zoey gasped in wonder at her new knowledge. “Someone among the living to continue my work. My time has long passed, and the urge to move on to the next realm grows stronger by the day. Now I have gifted you my discoveries, I can finally depart, and leave the bimbos of the Manor in your care.”
The brunette bowed – or tried. Since she was still stuck in the air, it was more of a nod. “I’m honoured. I’ll make sure to teach scores of stupid sluts in your name~”
That seemed to be just what Tremaine wanted to hear. The ghost winked as she began to fade. “Wonderful. Perhaps we’ll meet again in the next life – and we can exchange a few more tips~”
“I’ll look forward to it~”
The two exchanged one last fond smile – and then the ghost was gone. Headed off towards whatever came next. And Zoey, the bimbo teacher, looked down at the succubus who was still holding her captive.
“You know,” she purred, looking down at the demon with a growing grin on her lips. “You wouldn’t make a bad bimbo yourself, with a little training~”
The purple skinned creature just whistled, shaking her head. “Wow, you really are her successor, aren’t you? Well, can’t be having any of that…”
There she went writing in that book again. Maybe she didn’t need to be made any dumber. She was obviously a few imps short of a fireball. Zoey just sighed, rolling her eyes as the succubus showed her the latest additions to her profile.
Personality: Dominant.
Other: Zoey always obeys the Mistress of the Manor.
The brunet just arched a professional eyebrow at the demon. A dominant personality…?
Well of course she had one of those. She always had. And naturally, she obeyed the Mistress of the Manor. That was her place as the Manor’s new teacher. Did the Mistress really feel the need to remind her of something so simple? It wasn’t like she’d forgotten. Perhaps the woman was feeling a little intimidated.
“Yes, Mistress, I can see what you’ve written. Very nice.”
The succubus chuckled, shaking her head as she took the book back. “I suppose it wouldn’t mean much to you, would it? And it looks like this little tome’s just about run out of power anyway. It’s going to need a recharge before I can use it again.” Indeed, even as she spoke, the book was starting to lose all colour. Its cover was turning grey, its pages going dull and drab.
With a shrug, the demon set the book down. “I guess I was done with it anyway. Now, ready to get to work?”
“Of course, Mistress.” Zoey nodded. “I’m always at your service.”
The succubus grinned, gesturing. The spell that had been keeping the teacher levitating in the middle of the room set her heels down on the floor gently. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, I was thinking that your sister, Cora, deserves- Ghk!”
Before she could give out her marching orders, the demonic woman suddenly doubled over, her wings flapping in distress.
“Mistress?” Zoey’s brow furrowed, the teacher stepping forward to aid her boss – but even she could feel something strange in the air. An odd changing ringing through the whole building.
“No…” The succubus gasped, clutching at her chest. “She couldn’t have… There’s no way…”
“What…?” The bun-wearing brunette stepped forward again, but this time the other woman scrambled back, still holding her chest.
“You deal with the sluts,” the demon barked, scrambling towards the door. “I have something private to deal with!”
With that, she disappeared, dashing out into the hallway at a furious sprint, dark wings and snapping trail following in her wake. Zoey watched her go with a raised eyebrow and a considerate squint. Something had changed just then. Something important. Perhaps…
Perhaps the Mistress of the Manor wasn’t as in control of things as she liked to pretend. And if so… Then perhaps this story wasn’t over just yet.
