{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"1c227951-8e7f-413d-b7b7-16bede741a3c","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-01-12T21:49:09.019Z","title":"Unholy Alliance","slug":"unholy-alliance","shortId":"bf1RTUbG","authorNote":"This was a commissioned story.\n\nI release all my stories for free; however, if you enjoy what you read and would like to support me, please consider subscribing to my website, where I release my chapters up to two months before publicly releasing them. https://www.bhfun.com","disclaimer":"Although the story itself is written entirely by me, the book cover art is AI generated.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Kimberly is a member of a long line of witches, and her mother doesn’t agree with her choice of mate. In fact, her mother will go to great lengths to ensure Kimberly keeps the bloodline going.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"5d6a51c6-3b66-4ebb-88af-6189a24a3d65","title":null,"summary":" “You can’t control my\nlife,” Kimberly screamed at her Mother as she stormed into her bedroom, ","wordCount":6479,"readTime":32,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is not about us, Kimmy,” Endora replied. The\n37-year-old Mother still enjoyed a youthful face and was often mistaken for\nKimberly’s older sister. Her bright red hair had begun to darken, however. “You\nwill stop seeing your little boy toy and take your responsibilities seriously.\nIt is not a request.”

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kimberly laughed, “Well, get used to\nhanging out here on Earth then,” she said before grabbing the succubus by her\nshoulders. “Because I have my own life and make my own decisions, nothing will\nchange that.” Kimberly began pushing the blond towards her bedroom door before\none final shove tossed the demon out of the room. “Now get lost!” She screamed\nand slammed the door shut in the uninvited visitor’s face.

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kimberly stopped\nfighting with her panties and slid her skirt back down. She folded her arms in\nresignation. “Nothing,\nJonny. Just take me home.”

“But,” Her boyfriend protested.

“No buts, Jonny,” she retorted. “Just take me home.”\nJonny knew the evening was over and reluctantly obeyed. He drove silently for\n15 minutes until he pulled up outside Kimberly’s house. She gave him an\nunaffectionate kiss and furiously headed back into her house.

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

A dark plume of smoke\nappeared near Kimberly’s\nwindow, and the blond succubus materialized before her. “Fun date?” She asked\nteasingly.

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

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

Kimberly stepped\nforward and placed her hand around the succubus’ neck. “Don’t play that game with me, bitch!” she\ngrowled. “You fucking turned my underwear into a chastity be-” As Kimberly\nscreamed, her free hand wandered beneath her skirt, and she found her panties\nno long felt like the restrictive steel they had mimicked earlier. “Stay out of\nmy life!”

The redheaded goth had\nhad enough of the sexy demon’s\ngames. Still, the angrier she became, another sensation began rising in her\ngroin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kimberly clenched her\nfist. “You little bitch…”\nshe prepared to lunge herself at the supernatural woman, but Ivy had other\nideas.

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I guess you didn’t,” Endora replied. “I guess you\nwere too busy slutting around with my daughter!” Her tone told Ivy that the\n37-year-old was not playing around.

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

Kimberly was panting\nheavily, and her emotions went into overdrive. Suddenly, the memories of last\nnight’s earth-shattering\norgasms came to the forefront of her mind, and she began kissing the blond\ndemon. Ivy kissed back momentarily before separating herself from the young\nwoman and the wall, pushing Kimberly away.

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ignoring the\njudgmental eyes of everyone she passed, she opened her locker and began\nstuffing her books inside. When she closed her locker door, she jumped when she\nsaw a face staring back at her. It was the cocky, self-obsessed face of Brad\nFisher. She shuddered, “What\ndo you want, Brad?”

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

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

Brad was a member of a\npowerful magical family. The men in the family could not cast spells. Still,\nthe magical auror ran through their blood, and they were critical to creating\nthe next generation of witches. Kimberly didn’t care for any of that. She would have been fine if she\nnever had a baby in her entire lifetime.

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

Once at the party,\nKimberly couldn’t\nescape the attention drawn towards her. Other girls were dressed equally\ninappropriately, but the stark contrast between the witch’s original style and\nhow she was currently dressed prompted many questions.

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

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

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

❖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The goth raised an\neyebrow. “Prove it?” She asked.\n“How?”

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

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

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

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

Brad stood over the\ncheerleader on the bed. “I’m\nwaiting,” he said impatiently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually, she felt\nhis swollen cock press against her sensitive soaking slit and whined in\ndesperation. “Ready,\nwhore?” He taunted her.

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

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

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

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

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

❖

Eight Months Later

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

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

As she made her way\ndown the aisle, all eyes on her, Kimberly’s mind raced with thoughts of escape. But she knew it\nwas too late; Brad’s pheromones drove Kimberly crazy, and she knew she would\nnever orgasm under her own hand again.

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

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

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