The Wrong Kind of Pussy

 

My friend James was a very powerful mage.  This was something that I knew about him and his family since we were kids.  Even though my family wasn’t magical in the slightest, it always felt weird to me that so few people actually believe in magic, though, it does make some degree of sense.  According to James and his family, the ability to actually use magic is extremely rare, so, even if everyone knew about its existence, very few people would actually come across it very often if ever.

 

That said; James often neglected his arcane studies.  He was extremely gifted with raw power, which lead to him being cocky and never putting in any effort, yet still passing by through sheer brute force of power.  His parents kept telling him about the importance of magic theory and he’d always lament about how they would never get off his back about it and how boring he found that side of magic.  Being in our early twenties, we of course, thought that we knew best, so despite not knowing anything on the matter, I would just egg him on to stick to his guns on the matter and just do the “fun” parts of magic because really, why wouldn’t he just do that?  It’s not like he couldn’t get away without never using magic, and we were sure that sooner rather than later he’d just instinctively pick up on magic theory through practice.  At the end of the day, what’s the worst that could happen?

 

One day, as we were messing around at his house, we decided to see if there was anything interesting around and about the place that we could have some fun with.  After an hour of looking around, we hit the jackpot, some kind of magical tome.  Flicking through the pages, we found all kinds of strange titles for spells ranging from ‘tentacle ending’ to ‘opening the door to the room of rods’.  This whole thing was bizarre to say the least, but it looked like it could be good for a few laughs, until we came across a spell that we thought would be very interesting and maybe shut James’ parents up. ‘Summoning a powerful pussy’.  We pictured this magical cat, telling James’ parents that his raw talent would allow him to gain a mastery of magic over time and that learning magic theory wouldn’t accomplish much, especially in the long term.  We took the tome downstairs and went about casting the spell as instructed.

Most of the spell was just James waving his arms around and reading the incantation, but eventually we saw the fruits of his labour as a puff of thick black smoke appeared on the couch in front of us and condensed itself.  We looked over and saw, instead of a magical cat, a whip of some sort.

“Guess the all-powerful James screwed up.  Ha!  A little kitty cat is too complex for poor little Jamie to conjure up, so much for being a powerful mage” I teased my friend, looking at the whip as it lay on the sofa

“Yeah right, the spell must be written wrong, maybe it’s a prank or something.” James said shutting the tome “Whatever, get rid of it, would you?  I’m spent after casting for so long”

I rolled my eyes but at the same time, knew he had a point, I’d just been watching him for like twenty minutes while I did absolutely nothing.  Without a second thought, I went over and picked the whip up, but as soon as I did, I found my hand covered in s red ooze.  It was cold, shiny, and growing on me.  I tried to scream out in surprise but by the time I had enough time to react, the ooze had already covered my mouth.

 

I felt my arms pulled to my chest, I would have fallen to the floor but I just so happened to land on the sofa instead and the worst part was I could feel the magical changes happening to me as the seconds ticked by.  I couldn’t fight them, I couldn’t slow them down.  I could feel my cock getting harder than it’s ever been, then squirt out a load of cum before shrivelling up to a tiny size, I could feel my chest swell, I could feel my balls flee into my body and the skin around them opening up leaving behind a wet slit.  I was aware of everything that was happening and it felt amazing.  It felt like every single cell in my body was coming at the same time, screaming out in ecstasy.  Above all of that, however, I could feel the magic ooze reshaping my mind.  I could feel my mind getting drained of thoughts of being decent and replaced by thoughts of depravity.  Any urge I had to be kind to others was replaced with a lust to control and rule over anyone I came across.  I was being corrupted to long to be a bitchy tyrant and I loved every second of it.

 

Eventually, the ooze withdrew somewhat and released me from my cocoon.  I felt my new body.  My new tits felt amazing, my pussy was screaming at me to be worshipped and I could feel James’ horrified gaze on me.

 

The most interesting thing happened, however, once I met his gaze.  I already knew what to expect but as soon as my eyes met him, I could hear his every thought.  The thoughts about what I was going to do next, thoughts about what spells he should get ready to cast in case I try to do something, but I could also feel that I could do more in his head, not just listen like some passive observer to his every thought as he looked at me like a wounded puppy. 

He tried to think of a way to undo what the whip had done to me, but, as if by instinct, I stopped that thought from forming in his head and instead replaced it with a thought that it might be best for him to just do what I say.  He seemed unable to reject this new thought.  I couldn’t help but smile.  I came off the sofa and positioned myself before putting the thought into his head that he wants to start eating me out.  Again, he didn’t fight this new thought and started to try to position himself under me until I stop him.

 

Something was calling to me that I could still do more.  This pussy that the whip had given me, it wasn’t a normal pussy like any woman on the street has, this thing was meant to be powerful, and it sure wasn’t about to disappoint me.  Instead, it called to me, told me how to use more of its power.  I snapped my fingers and a zipper formed over my pussy.  This would come in handy, now I didn’t have to ruin my new outfit just for this loser to get where he belonged.

“Well, you sad little pervert…what are you waiting for?  Your mistress is waiting for you to eat her out like the pathetic lap dog you are, so get to it.” I ordered him.  Once again, a thought tried to form of fighting this and of running away, but I stopped it before it could take shape in that tiny little pea brain of his.  I pushed a thought into him of it being dangerous to keep me waiting and the next thing I knew, he’d unzipped that zipper I formed and started going to town.  Being his goddess felt amazing.  All I had to do was just stay there as that pathetic worm did all the work.  Thinking about all slaves I could get just like this one made me so hot that I came in no time just at the thought.

After a few hours of lapping at my pussy, James’ tongue gave out and we had to stop.  No matter what thoughts I pushed into that tiny head of his, he couldn’t keep going, and there was no way I was ever going to let such a pathetic little boy put his tiny dick anywhere near me.  No, I needed a real man for that honour.  So, after he couldn’t keep going, I decided to take a shower.  Stripping down I got a good look at my tits.  God, these things are amazing, maybe next time I’ll have him play with them instead for a while as his tongue rests.

One part of this that I like is that he’s not free.  Seems that there is no more freedom from me for him.  I can still feel his incoming thoughts and I can still force new thoughts onto him.  He’s my slave now and forever, till death do us part I guess…his death, of course, I intend to live forever.  What kind of goddess would I be if I just dropped dead, right?

 

-----3 weeks later-----

 

So, things have changed a little bit…we had a bit of an incident yesterday.  I am somewhere in the ballpark of about 700 slaves at this point, effortlessly controlling every thought of theirs, mostly keeping their minds blank.  They don’t need to think, why would they?  Anyway, yesterday, during one of my orgies, I asked James to bring me my whip.  I didn’t think it had any juice left it in but boy was I in for a surprise.  Turns out that not only does that thing still hold magical power, it’s also completely loyal to me.  It made me who I am and it also helps me stay on top as the queen bee.

 

As soon as James touched it, he was enveloped in the red ooze that made me into a goddess, only when Jane emerged, there were some noticeable differences between her and James.  First off, there was not more fighting me in any way.  Jane’s thoughts are completely obsessive over me.  She adores me and worships the ground I walk on as she should, but she does so even without my influence.  Look at her, worshipping my pussy without me even having to ask for it.  She just begs to be allowed to do this, and I, being the benevolent goddess that I am, allow her to worship and pleasure me. 

There was something else that happened.  When I got my whip from her, it passed on her old power.  Every drop of magical potential that James had was stripped from him when the whip turned him into Jane and the first chance it got; it passed all of that onto me.  Now I understand.  I need to find as many mages as I can, I won’t make James’ mistake and I will study magical theory as much as needed to really master my powers.  My armies of ex-mage sluts will go out and serve me in any way I see fit while I gain all of their power.  In time, I will truly ascend and gain more power than anyone could ever imagine.  Just look at what I did to Jane, once so powerful, now just a toy for my pleasure, but she was made for this.  This is her entire purpose for existence so you’d best believe she’s good at what she does. 

Now, the real question is, are you worth giving my whip to so you can end up like Jane or should I just keep you as one of my regular slaves?  Decisions, decisions…