Harvey and the Pretty Girl - Part 2

A continuation of Harvey and the pretty girl. There is a rape scene here, sorry.

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Harvey found himself, or rather, herself, lying naked on the carpet. She felt sticky, like she'd had slugs crawling all over her. She sat up and looked around, there was no one else in the room at the moment, but that could change at any moment. Harvey wondered where Sandra had gone, but just thinking about her for a split second started pushing Harvey into a panic attack. It also gave Harvey a weird feeling that she was in the wrong body as her nipples got hard and her lower regions got warm and moist and tingly.

'I should be getting a hard-on in my proper body!' Harvey thought to herself. The confusion that this line of thought created as her body reacted to the thought of stiff penises in a way that Harvey had never imagined reacting before was disturbing.

Harvey got to her feet as gracefully as she could manage with unexpected bits moving and jiggling in ways that she had not imagined before. Looking around, she saw a ladies coat at the other side of the room draped over the back of a chair. She recognised it as one of Sandra's, but 'beggars can't be choosers' she thought to herself as she quickly slipped it on and tried to make sure it covered all the important bits.

She didn't have any clue how she would explain herself if she was found in the office. She clearly couldn't claim to be Harvey, and she wasn't dressed to be the new temp or anything. Plus, she really didn't want to be here when or if Sandra returned. Harvey looked round for her keys and wallet, but they had vanished along with the pants that they were in.

Harvey shrugged to herself and slipped out of the door and down the back stairs. When she got to the car park she looked longingly at her (his?) car, but she realised that she didn't have the first clue how to break into it, or how to 'hotwire' it even if he could open the door.

She gingerly walked down the road with bare feet on smooth pavement, but she felt every inch as if it was sandpaper on sensitive skin. She got a few hundred yards from the office and realised, not only was she not sure where to go but there was nowhere she knew of that was within the limited distance she could walk in bare feet. She looked around wondering whether to give up completely and slide into a full on mental breakdown and sob her lungs out on the sidewalk, when she noticed a bar that she and Thomas sometimes drank at during lunch breaks. Maybe Thomas was there? Maybe Thomas could help her?

When she walked in the bar many of the patrons turned to look at her. Seeing her reflection in the mirror behind the bar she could understand why. The thin coat did little to disguise the fact that she was naked underneath it and she looked like a short blonde curvy teenage wet dream. Even with no makeup and an expression that suggested she was off her meds and terrified, she was turning herself on. Not good.

She caught sight of Thomas and started walking towards him. As she got closer it was beginning to register that this was maybe not the best idea. The look Thomas was giving her was a strange mix of bravado, contempt and desperation.

"Thomas! Am I glad to see you! I'm having the weirdest day. You're not going to believe it, but it's me, Harvey!" Harvey said.

"Pull the other one, sweetheart!" Thomas replied, "You're going to have to try harder than that. You don't look anything like him!"

"It was that bitch, Sandra! She did this to me and then she vanished. I woke up like this, naked on the floor of the office." Harvey said, fighting back tears of anger and frustration.

Thomas seemed to soften his stance a bit at her obvious distress. "There, there" he said, trying to be conciliatory but just sounding condescending. He reached to pat Harvey's hand in a clumsy way. Harvey was shocked by the discomfort the feel of Thomas's flesh caused. It wasn't like getting burned, exactly. It felt more like Harvey imagined handling radioactive material would feel. Harvey pulled her hand back with a shudder.

Thomas said "Don't be like that! Don't be a tease like all those other bitches!"

Harvey stammered from the pain and fear "Y-you don't understand, S-sandra did something to me. It h-hurt when you touched me!"

Thomas thought for a moment, then he said "Maybe a few beers will help?"

Harvey thought that was Thomas's answer to everything, 'maybe another beer will help'. 'Still', she thought to herself, 'I deserve a beer after the day I've had, especially if Thomas is buying!' "Sure, if you're buying. My wallet disappeared with my penis" Harvey said, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Thomas gulped at that thought, and headed off to the bar keeper to get the drinks. Harvey climbed up onto a stool next to the table and shuddered as her naked backside came into contact with the wood of the stool seat, sticky from spilled beer. She lifted herself up by the armrests and struggled to get a layer of the coat's fabric between the wood and her ass, but the coat was too short. The best she could do was tuck a flap part-way under her. It struck Harvey that she must be flashing the patrons of the bar like she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. She slammed her knees together. What was most disturbing about that thought was that it didn't feel as humiliating as she thought it should. In another context she might feel proud of this body.

Thomas arrived with the beers and Harvey grabbed hers and took a big gulp. She struggled to keep it down as her smaller body was less able to deal with the gas released as she gulped and she ended up belching in an un-ladylike way. She sipped at her beer after that, but it went down quickly and her thoughts started to slow as the beer took effect. Even allowing for her smaller body and reduced tolerance for alcohol it seemed like a disproportionately large effect.
Realisation hit, with a surge of adrenaline that allowed her to slur out "You roofied me! You c…", and then blackness.

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Harvey woke to a world of pain. She was naked in a grubby bed with a dark shape on top of her and it felt like he was ramming a red hot fire extinguisher into places that she didn't have a few hours ago! Every touch burned her flesh. She screamed and panicked and thrashed around but Thomas just laughed and held her down as he grunted and pumped his semen into her.

To Harvey, it felt like a gallon of molten metal burning its way through her tenderest flesh. She wished it was a nightmare and she could wake up. She wished that she could pass out and end the pain and humiliation. But instead, the familiar paralysis of the curse returned and she was left with tears leaking down her cheeks as Thomas tried to get himself hard again and her body felt such pain that she thought she should be able to smell her flesh smouldering. She couldn't make a sound or move.

Then there was a noise, or, more accurately, two noises, or several noises but two events. The first event sounded a little like the ripping sound you got when you tore raw flesh apart, then there was a sound like wind howling far away that seemed to sing an unearthly melody. Then there was a slithering splat sound, like someone had tipped a lorry load of wet squid onto Thomas' bedroom carpet.

Harvey couldn't really tell what was happening, but thankfully Thomas stopped trying to force his limp penis back into her abused vagina.

Thomas said "Who the?... I mean WHAT the fuck are..", then there was a thud and it sounded as though Thomas' body had fallen on the floor from the bed.

Harvey heard Sandra's voice, both through his ears and, weirdly, echoing inside his head. "Harvey, I'm sorry, no one deserves this and I know it's partly my fault. I can make it better, but it will tie you closer to me than either of us want. But I don't know another way to…"

Harvey interrupted her with a cry of pain and rage in her head "KILL ME! Make it STOP! Oh my god, the PAIN!"

Sandra said "I'll make the pain stop, but there's a cost, I'm afraid." She sighed and Harvey felt human-seeming lips kiss his forehead.

Then the pain transformed from burning agony to soothing warmth. Harvey felt filled with energy and joy. Her body tingled with vitality and, just when she thought she would cum, or explode or something she felt the excess energy leave her body and flow into Sandra. She wasn't sure how she knew it was Sandra but she could feel a link to her, she could sense her presence in the back of his mind…

'Yes,' came Sandra's voice, silently intruding in Harvey's mind, 'we are linked now, for eternity'. There was a rueful undertone to the thought and an acceptance that this was inevitable. 'I made you this way and the greater powers have agreed that you are my responsibility now, for better or worse' Sandra's voice said.

"What did you do to me this time?" Harvey asked.

"Well, male energy will trigger your curse and kill you. I can't dismantle that curse, it's an instinctive thing. But I can add another energy matrix that will convert male energy into demon energy and feed it to me, siphoning it off from your body". Sandra said.

“Was any part of that English?” Harvey asked. She thought for a moment and asked, “Why can’t this ‘energy matrix’ convert male energy to female energy?”

“Oh… I never thought of that…” Sandra said, “I guess we demons have some blindspots that you humans just skip straight past. Plus, it would be like converting antimatter to matter without any intervening steps and might cause your head to explode! Trust me, this is easier and safer for you, all the bad things end up coming to me”.

“Ah, sarcasm, right… I guess I deserve that. Why do I feel so good?” Harvey asked.

“You feel good?” Sandra asked.

“Real good” Harvey purred.

“Ha. Well, before the matrix siphons the demon energy to me it uses just enough to fix any outstanding damage you might have, then the excess is shunted to me. I can use it, but you… well, let’s just say the results could be unpredictable if you had a sudden excess of demon energy” said Sandra.

“And we already know what a sudden excess of unmanaged male energy does to me!” Harvey said “Where’s…?” Harvey sat up and looked around, Thomas’ slumped body lay beside the bed, his eye was already starting to bruise and he had a number of other marks that looked like he had been simultaneously punched, strangled, had the suckers of an octopus make round marks on his arm and his clothing burned off with acid and frozen with dry ice.

“What the hell happened to him?” Harvey asked.

“He pissed me off” Sandra said as she shrugged “I don’t like rapists”.

Harvey stood up, walked over to him and lined up a kick to the crotch. She clearly thought for a moment and then she lay down on the floor next to him, snuggled into the curve of his body like they were spooning.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Sandra asked.

"Oh! I'm not wearing boots or shoes and I might dislocate a toe if I kick him as hard as he deserves…" Harvey said as she smashed her elbow into Thomas' crotch with all the force she could possibly muster, "...but I read somewhere that the elbow is the hardest part of the human body you can hit someone with!" She gave a big smile and as she got to her feet she noticed with satisfaction that, even though he was unconscious, Thomas' breathing was wheezing now. Harvey started looking for some clothes.

"Careful" said Sandra "with that demon energy in your system… you are better off as a lust demon/human hybrid than a vengeance demon!"

"Really? Why is that?" Harvey asked.

"We have better dental," Sandra said, absolutely straight-faced.

Harvey and the pretty girl - part 3

Sandra explains some things to Harley

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Harvey found a motley collection of clothes and dressed herself as well as she was able, she couldn’t find any underwear that she could fit in or bring herself to wear. She went through Thomas’ wallet and took some money. Sandra looked at her wearily and said “I have more than enough money for both of us, for a while.”

Harvey said “Thanks, but I don’t know when or if you will vanish from the face of existence, I need to find a way to make my own way in the world”.

“By robbing your rapists?” asked Sandra.

“Well, no… I’m going to try never to be raped again, thank you. But you understand why I don’t exactly trust you at the moment?” Harvey said.

“Oh! Absolutely. I mean, I did save your life and saved you from a rapist” said Sandra when Harvey interrupted her.

“He’d already done it when you arrived…” she said softly.

“I’m...sorry, I got back as soon as I could. I wouldn’t have left you there if I had a choice. They/it only let me back when your curse started to act again. You are my responsibility now, whether you like it or not. Everything that you do for good or ill and everything that happens to you, for good or ill, reflects on me now. Your fate determines whether I’m allowed to stay here” Sandra said.

“Where do you go, if you can’t stay here?” Harvey asked.

“You can’t imagine… let’s just say, it wouldn’t be boring!” Sandra said. She didn’t appear to be terrified. Harvey shrugged and figured it wasn’t too bad to live in hell if you were a demon. But it might be better to live on Earth if you could.

“What happens to me? If you go?” Harvey asked.

“I… don’t know. Nothing good, I expect. Either you come and join me, after a nightmare time on Earth, or… well, I wasn’t kidding about a fate worse than death,” Sandra said, “Death and having your body and soul dragged to hell would seem like a blessing compared with what the curse would do to you. I’m sorry”.

“I was trying to stab you with a pair of scissors,” Harvey said simply, “You don’t have to keep apologising for defending yourself”.

“But I did goad you into it, a bit. This is beyond self-defence as well.” Sandra said, “Look, it’s not all bad. You may well grow to love it. You’ll probably look like this literally forever and there are a lot of benefits that go with this body…”

“Like what?” Harvey asked.

“Well, the sex is amazing!” Sandra said with a smile.

“I’m not gay!” Harvey said fiercely.

“Maybe not, but your body is omnisexual, and that will start to influence your mind sooner or later,” Sandra said.

“Omni sexual?” Harvey asked, turning it into two words.

“When you are in the mood, and you will be in the mood, you will, how can I put this…” Sandra searched for the right phrase.

“Fuck anyone?” Harvey asked.

“Well, replace ‘anyone’ with ‘everything’ and you’re on the right track,” said Sandra with a smirk.

“And that’s how you get your jollies?” Harvey asked, “Turning me into a nympho?”

“It wasn’t deliberate,” Sandra said patiently, “I was trying to save your life and the only template I had was myself!”

“So… I’m a rip-off copy of you, and you are a psychotic nymphomaniac?” Harvey said.

“Well, when you say it like that it sounds bad, I prefer ‘fabulous lust-demon’, but yes - that’s the gist of it.” Sandra agreed.

“Well, it’s better than a fate worse than death, I guess… What are we doing now?” Harvey asked.

“Well, for a normal girl I would urge you to file a rape charge, but…. Well, you don’t have a mark on you and he has crushed nuts, so I think we could be on shaky ground…” Sandra said.

“No, I’m happy to skip that. I don’t think he’ll try that shit again. I don’t think he’ll be able to try for the foreseeable future… Could we turn him into a nympho, too?” Harvey said.

“Really? I’m in enough trouble for what I did to you in self-defence!” Sandra said.

“You’re right, besides, he’d probably only enjoy it. Let’s get out of here. Do you have a place?” Harvey said.

“Yes, my place would be better, I think,” Sandra said, and led the way out to her car.

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Sandra's house was not quite what Harvey was expecting. It was large, but not ostentatious, it was set back from the road. It was discreet.

"Have you thought about changing your name?" Sandra asked, as they went down the short drive to the house, "You could stick with something that sounds similar; Holly, Haley…?"

"Harley? Like Harley Quinn. I feel like a blonde nutjob," Harvey said.

"Sure, I can see the logic in what you say," Sandra said.

“Thanks,” the newly-christened ‘Harley’ said, drily.

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When they went inside Harley found that the entire house was tastefully understated. The kitchen was large and well-equipped, the living room had a large sofa, a pair of smaller sofas, and a reasonable size TV.

Sandra showed Harley upstairs as Harley raised an eyebrow.

“Let me show you where you will be sleeping” Sandra said.

At the top of the stairs, there was a bedroom with a king-size bed, built-in wardrobes, and a dressing table. Sandra indicated a door at the other side of the room and said “You have your own en-suite”.

They went further down the landing, past a large bathroom and another similar bedroom.

“This is my room…” Sandra said and showed Harley a large tastefully appointed bedroom that was carefully dressed and looked like it had come from a home decoration magazine as the ‘after’ image.

Sandra indicated a fourth bedroom. “That’s the ‘Red Room’,” she said.

Harley opened the door, took one look at the decor, and took a step back, “What the fuck!” she yelped.

The room was black and blood red, with silver symbols on the carpet and walls. The bed was heavy oak with black and red silk sheets and covers and manacles fixed to the top and bottom. One wall was covered with what looked like instruments of torture and sex-toys mounted side-by-side.

“I used to have a human house-mate,” Sandra explained, “The sexual energy that leaked through was enough to keep me… sated”.

Sandra licked her lips at the thought of this.

“D-did she… know? What you are?” Harley asked.

Sandra considered this for a moment and then said “I don’t think she ever suspected, she was just a freak. She obviously realised that I wasn’t bothered by her… predilections”.

“What happened to her?” Harley asked, not really sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“I’m not sure” Sandra admitted, looking sheepish. “To be honest, I probably should have discouraged her. It can get… attention… from things you don’t want attention from if you have all these things and you hang out near a lust demon. I thought I could protect her anyway. But when I came home one day recently, she was gone”.

“Couldn’t it be something mundane, a jealous lover she wanted to skip out on or she ran out of money for this life-style?” Harley asked.

“Oh! I never thought of that! That’s sooo boring” Sandra said, clearly relieved, “Of course, you’re absolutely right! In this plane, that’s much more likely than…”. She waved her arms in disturbing shapes that sent a shiver down Harley’s spine.

“Right,” said Harley, warily.

“Probably best to redecorate before the police come looking, though?” Sandra asked.

“Um, not really…” Harley said “it would look as if you have something to hide. If you just make it clear that you… er, and I… we… had nothing to do with… what was her name?”

“Raven,” said Sandra.

“Was she a Goth?” Harley asked.

“No, she was American” Sandra said.

“But she had black hair and clothes and too much makeup?” Harley persisted.

“Well… yes, I suppose…” Sandra said.

“Do you have an address for her family?” Harley asked.

“Oh! I never thought to ask. You humans all have ‘family and friends’, don’t you?” Sandra said.

“Not all of us, and not any more” Harley said, somewhat bitterly.

“Oh! Tish and tosh!” Sandra said, “We’re closer than sisters now, you’ll see! We’ll go out looking for a man for you tonight, together, and you’ll feel better in the morning”.

“What?” said Harley, flatly.

“Well,” Sandra said “I didn’t want to worry you… but you still have a touch of that curse on you. It could grow in the night. So… it’s probably best if you have sex with a man tonight so that you have enough demon-energy to sort it all out, once and for all”. She ended with a cheery grin.

“There’s no way I could… I mean… I’m NOT Gay!” Harley shouted.

“I know dear… but, well… you’re not male anymore… so it wouldn’t be gay, do you see? Not that there’s anything wrong with lesbians. They’re just not very… filling” Sandra said.

Harley’s eyes went wide at the last word.

“I don’t want ‘filling’!” she said.

“Maybe not,” Sandra agreed, “but you NEED it. Seriously. It won’t be a bad thing, your body will ensure you really enjoy it!”

Harley felt exasperated and frustrated. Also, she was appalled to find, a little horny.

Harley sighed, “There’s no other way?” she asked, sounding like a little girl being offered cod liver oil.

Sandra shook her head.

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Later that evening, Sandra and Harley pulled up in a taxi outside a classy bar and restaurant downtown. Sandra got out first, flowing smoothly out of the door, her thin dress accentuating the long lines of her legs. Harley watched her with frank admiration. Sandra was an exquisite creature. With a start, Harley realised it was her turn to get out. Sandra offered her a hand and Harley scooted across the backseat to exit.

Sandra held up a finger and said, “Wait, compose yourself, position your dress correctly and swing yourself out…”

Harley tried to replicate the smooth movement that Sandra had executed, smoothing the black clingy fabric of her dress against her body and legs as she slid out.

“Well done!” Sandra whispered to her, as they clutched their purses and headed for the door.
Sandra stalked but Harley tottered on her heels, trip-tripping as she went, the tight skirt limiting her strides.

The Maître d' smiled as he saw the two women approach.

“Ms Sable!” he said, clearly pleased to see Sandra again “and this must be?...”

“My sister, Harley” Sandra said, smiling.

“I see” he said, turning to Harley “Welcome to Renard’s, my dear”. He turned to Sandra and said “Your usual table will be a little while, can I suggest cocktails at the bar until it is ready? I have to ask, is your sister ‘of age’?”

Sandra smirked “Despite how innocent she may appear, I can confirm that she is definitely an adult”.

“Very well” the Maître d' said gravely, and indicated a waiter to direct them to the bar.

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A short while later the two women were sat in a bar area at a small table with menus full of sweet and sticky fruit based drinks that Harley would never have looked at before.

“I suppose a beer is out of the question?” Harley said.

“You don’t need all those empty carbs, plus it’s hard to convince people to take you seriously when you are trying to gag down a pint and belching your name backwards. No, I think that you would do better with a white wine spritzer, just enough to take the edge off without getting you drunk and out of control” Sandra said. She raised a finger to a waitress and ordered an Old Fashioned for herself and the white wine spritzer for Harley.

“So…” said Harley, as they waited for their drinks “what’s the plan here?”

“I don’t think we need much of a plan” Sandra scoffed “we throw you to the wolves and I sort out the remains... with your body and naivety there shouldn’t be any problem in getting you laid!”

Harley tensed in shock as she studied Sandra’s face.

“Too blunt?” Sandra asked.

“A bit, I’m feeling a bit… vulnerable, right now!” Harley said.

“Well...ok, if you relax and let your body ‘go with the flow’ the sex part will be fine” Sandra said.

“The ‘sex part’ is as far from fine as I can imagine. It’s the whole part, anything else is… I don’t know, not an issue!” Harley said.

“Ah, if only that were true… You see, if it was just about getting laid I could put you in fishnets on a street corner and leave you to it. You would be addicted to cock in 25 hours and a danger to any passing male within a week. No, what we need to do is keep your libido under control, and mine, to be frank, and finish this evening with our reputations largely intact, as empowered women who are not prudes or whores.” Sandra said, “Now, look around, what do you see?”

“A lot of creepy guys staring at us and some women kicking their partners under the table?” Harley said, after looking around.

“Who is dangerous?” Sandra asked.

“Dangerous? Dangerous how?” Harley said. Looking around she saw an older man drinking alone with his back to the wall watching the bar. She turned her head around so he couldn’t see her face and said to Sandra, “The older guy over behind me drinking alone”.

Sandra smiled. “Very good” she said, “he’s clearly a predator. You have to watch out for other supernatural creatures, as well - but there’s nothing significant here this evening”.

“Supernatural creatures?” Harley asked.

“Well, now you know magic and demons are real, you didn’t think I was the only one, did you?” Sandra asked, "We will shelve this lesson for another time. Let's focus on tonight's mission".

"Finding me a man" Harley said glumly.

"Catching you the right man to scratch that nasty itch you have developing!" Sandra said brightly.

Sandra made a gesture, as if she was letting go of something and Harley suddenly felt lust surge through her body. It wasn't how her old body had reacted and the myriad differences lent the experience a novelty that made it more stimulating than she could stand. Harley's eyes went wide, her jaw dropped and her nipples went hard as she whimpered in need.

Sandra hurriedly grasped at unseen things and the sensations eased.

"W-what the f-fuck was that?" Harley said softly. The use of the word fuck caused her some difficulty, her mind was trying to avoid what her body was compelling her to do.

"Your need," Sandra said, "I'm trying to keep it in check and direct your energies in a more constructive manner. But be in no doubt. You need this and you need me!"

Sandra looked around the room and spotted a pair of men at a nearby table. She turned away from them subtly and caught Harley's eye. "Over my shoulder… don't stare, be subtle… got them? Two business men, I think, one older one younger. I will take the older, the younger one is yours. He just doesn't know it yet. How shall we let him know?" Sandra said.

Harley had spotted the two. The older guy repulsed her, too smooth and self assured. The younger guy looked bored and dejected. A child's head on a man's body. He had facial hair, but it didn't look convincing.

"Is he even legal?" Harley asked in a whisper.

"Are you?" Sandra replied “Ah, we’ve been spotted!”

The older man was leading the younger one over. He spoke to Sandra: “It may seem a bit presumptuous of me, but my younger colleague is not very talkative in my presence and it is so dull to dine without some conversation, would you young ladies like to join us for dinner, maybe you could loosen Josh’s tongue?”

Josh was blushing so red at this point that it seemed unlikely he would add anything to the conversation all night, if there were women involved.

At that point a waiter from the restaurant area arrived and said “Ms Sable, your table is ready. Will these,” he looked at the two men, “gentlemen, be joining you?”

Sandra looked at Harley as she spoke to the waiter, “I’m sure we can squeeze two more in, thank you”.

“Very good, madam” the waiter replied and led the party to a table near the rear of the restaurant area.

Once they were seated, the older man said “Please let us introduce ourselves, My name is Andrew Dyer, this is my colleague Josh Klein…”

Sandra filled in “I am Sandra, this is my sister, Harley”.

Harley smiled at the two men. Josh smiled back weakly, but he had trouble looking her in the eyes.

The evening started pretty weakly with talk of food and wine, Sandra and Andrew carried most of the conversation, but, as the evening wore on, Harley and Josh started talking about games and DVDs and internet memes and Harley found that she actually had a good time.
As their meal came to a close Andrew tried to convince the women to come back to their hotel for a nightcap. Sandra wasn't having any of it and insisted the boys could get them a cab to take them all back to her place.

Andrew gave in with charm and good grace. Josh looked worried that things weren't going to plan. As they pulled up outside the unassuming but clearly nice place the guys both relaxed, it wasn't far from their hotel and they hadn't been lured to some ghetto or factory somewhere.
Sandra got Andrew to sit on the sofa while she poured him a scotch. Harley offered Josh a coke and they went to the kitchen to find some.

While she was fixing the drinks Harley could feel Sandra loosening her grip on Harley's libido.

"Do you want to see my room?" Harley asked, partly out of desperation.

"Sure" said Josh, clearly intrigued.

Harley tried to sneak him up the stairs, but one glance round the door as they went past convinced her that Andrew was likely to be busy for a while.

When they got to her room Josh was clearly confused.

"Where's your PC?" he asked.

"Ah, at home. I don't normally live with my sister" Harley explained.

"What shall we play then?" Josh asked.

At that moment Sandra let go of her control completely.

"I'm sure you'll think of something…" Harley said as she pulled him over to the bed.

"Oh! Right…" Josh said.

Harley was struggling. Not with being a woman and having a man about to put his thing in her. At this point her body's need was riding her so hard she would have taken on the football team with a smile. No, Harley's problem was how to express that need. As a man, beyond a certain point, Harley kind of knew that things happened because the man did things. The woman could help, but the man… the man was the instigator. But, how could she initiate sex, as a woman?

She knew how fragile the male ego could be, and she was desperately trying not to show how nervous and desperate she was. But if Josh didn't rip every scrap of clothing from her body and fill her body with his seed right the hell now, she was likely to start screaming and clawing and… But, that wasn't going to get her what she needed, so… how to seduce him?

She turned her back to him and asked "Can you help me with my zip?"

He pulled it down and she let the dress slide from her hips and pool around her feet. Josh's breath caught in his throat. Harley glanced over to see if she had gone too far. Apparently Josh's libido was in a similar state to hers, he was already showing an impressive bulge and his eyes were dark. Harley glanced at the bedside cabinet and saw that Sandra had left a box of condoms out.

She turned to Josh who was fumbling with his buttons. "Can I help with that?" She purred, and reached for the waistband of his trousers. Josh ripped his shirt over his head as soon as a few buttons were undone, it joined his jacket on the floor. His trousers and shoes rapidly followed and Harley pushed him down on the bed.

Things got a little crazed after that. There were a couple of things that stood out for Harley. She liked Josh's body, the guy must work out or something because his shoulders and arms were enormous.

She was so disappointed when he came the moment she put him in her mouth, but it was fine because she enthusiastically swallowed every drop as the demon energy started to sizzle through her and her warm mouth had him hard again in seconds. She got the condom on him without him coming again and her first orgasm came during some energetic missionary sex, with her knees being pushed towards her ears.

Harley had never really stopped to think how vulnerable and ridiculous the positions were for a woman before. Josh flipped her over to a prone position and pulled her into doggy position, as Josh got into his stride Harley just let his strength take her. Her second orgasm shook her to her core as she surrendered herself body and soul to Josh, she felt completely helpless, physically and mentally to stop him and she just opened herself to every sensation of his body mashing itself into her. She screamed with ecstacy and her body shook as her muscles spasmed around him. Her physical reaction was so strong that he couldn't hold back any longer and his orgasm ripped through him, which gave a massive jolt of energy to Harley just at the peak of her orgasm which smashed through her like she plugged every pleasure nerve ending into a mains socket. As she convulsed around his dick which was impaling her she felt a conduit to Sandra open up and the excess demon energy sped downstairs to her as she humped Andrew on the sofa. Harley felt connected to all four of them as they screamed and came together.

Harley tried to get Josh to stiffness again and a few minutes later she had another condom on him and she had him naked on his back as she rode him cowgirl style. She managed to come another two times and squeezed a trickle of energy from him, but there was nothing like the same ecstacy. She had to admit defeat and let him slide into slumber then. She felt frustrated that she didn't have more men lined up to feed her urges. But he did hold her in his huge arms as he slipped off to sleep.

Harvey and the pretty girl - part 4

Sandra helps Harley get ready for Halloween.

The next day was October the 31st. After Sandra and Harley had finished a leisurely breakfast with their partners from the night before and seen them off, Sandra turned to Harley and said “Right, shower for you… though I don’t think it will wash off that smirk!”

Harley purred and stretched, “I must admit, I feel a lot more relaxed about this body today!”

Sandra grinned, turned Harley around and pointed her up the stairs and swatted her behind to get her moving. “Shower!” she commanded, “Then we will see what outfit we can wear to the party tonight, I’m thinking ‘Slutty Schoolgirl’ or ‘Slutty Nurse’ or ‘Slutty Teacher’ or…”

“I’m sensing a theme?” Harley pouted.

“Well… you wouldn’t want to give the wrong idea, would you?” Sandra scoffed as she answered.

“But there’s more to me than a fabulously sexy body and the overriding urge to copulate!” Harley protested.

“Play to your strengths, honey.” Sandra said, “We don’t need to draw attention to your many weaknesses!”

Harley harrumphed and stomped up the stairs. There were only two things that stopped this from being very effective; one was that her body let her down, she was too light and her wider hips prevented a proper stomp (it looked more like a cock-eyed model’s walk), the other was that she felt too damned good this morning to put her heart into it. Last night burned all the doubt and confusion out of her. Plus, she had Fun! Harley couldn’t remember the last time she let go and enjoyed herself doing anything.

In the shower, she let her hands wander, remembering how Josh had touched her. Her orgasm, when it came, was shockingly sudden and threatened to leave her unable to stand as her thigh muscles twitched and her breath came heavily.

“OY!” Sandra shouted up the stairs “I felt that! Get a move on before you use all the hot water!”

“No privacy!” Harley muttered to herself and finished off washing.

Sandra drove them into town and took Harley to a strange little shop hidden in a little pedestrian mall. It was only about 100 feet from the High Street, but it felt like it was from another world and another time.

Sandra told Harley, “They dress this up like ‘Diagon Alley’ whenever there is a J K Rowling book release, and the bookstore over there has all their staff dress up as wizards!”

“I can believe it!” Harley agreed enthusiastically, “I never even knew this was here and I have been coming into town for years now.”

They went into the shop. It wasn’t immediately apparent what the shop sold. There was a counter, and some dark wood paneling, and a corridor that disappeared back into the depths of the shop. The shop display had two mannequins, but it wasn’t clear if it was a jewellery store, an exploration and hiking outfitters or a medieval weaponry shop. Either way, Harley was fairly confident that the female mannequin would be arrested for indecent exposure for showing that much plastic.

Sandra led Harley into the shop which opened out into an Aladdin's cave of wonders. There were costumes and accessories of every conceivable type, and some that were frankly a little inconceivable. There were mass-produced cheap plastic props made in China and full exquisitely crafted Victorian outfits that looked vintage. Some of the props were tacky, like the ‘Kiss me quick’ hats and the blow up sex dolls and some were beautiful and looked real, like someone had dropped the real Crown Jewels in a thrift shop. Also, the shop had a tardis-like effect, it seemed to be much bigger than the confines of the outside of the shop would allow for.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper appeared behind them. He had glasses, a moustache and a fez.

“How can I help you” he paused slightly, and continued “Ladies, today?”

“I would like something wickedly sexy and mildly intimidating for myself and something playful and flirty and slightly scandalous for her,” Sandra said.

“Very good, ma’am,” the shopkeeper said. He disappeared behind a door that Harley hadn’t noticed before, because it was so covered in merchandise, and he reappeared a moment later with two large brown gift boxes. He went to hand one to Sandra, shook his head, changed his mind and then handed her the other box. Harley took the remaining box.

“The changing rooms are at the back of the shop,” the shopkeeper told them.

Sandra led Harley further into the shop, the lighting got worse as they got to the back and Harley was glad that Sandra opened the door to let him into a small brightly lit room with a mirror.

“Hurry up and change and meet me out here,” Sandra told her, as she stepped into another room next door.

Harley went in and opened the box. It wasn’t clear what the outfit was meant to be, but it was too complex, too ornate and covered in gems and gold. It was mostly white silk and diaphanous crinoline. As Harley was studying the outfit she glanced in the mirror and there was a lurch, like a glitch in the Matrix, and she found that she was looking at herself, wearing the outfit.

“I’m a slutty Angel,” Harley muttered to herself, as she turned to leave the room. She noticed that there was another door on the opposite side of the changing room, but she didn’t feel like risking that today, so she took one last look at herself before heading back out of the door she had used before to come into the room.

Harley wasn’t sure what character she was meant to be, it looked a little like the stylised anime girls of Sailor Moon or some of the online computer games. There was a halo-like headpiece that shone with its own hidden light source. Her cleavage was on display like she was wearing a Dirndl. The top felt like a corset, had mated with a waistcoat and covered itself in buttons and laces. The skirt was short, split up the front so that it almost showed her panties and had masses of lace, almost like a built-in tutu. There were garter belts tied down to some thigh-high white silk stockings and ankle boots with a high heel.

She looked like a school boy’s wet dream of a fantasy virgin princess.

Sandra looked like the inverse of her outfit, where Harley’s outfit had white silk Sandra’s had black vinyl or latex. Where Harley had gold highlights, Sandra had blood-red detailing that looked like ancient runes. Sandra’s outfit had thigh-high boots with laces up the front that gapped to show the fishnet stocking underneath. Sandra’s outfit had a plunging neckline that showed off her navel, and threatened to show much more than that. She had a headpiece that was reminiscent of a pair of horns that was so black it seemed to suck the light into itself.
Sandra also had dramatic makeup that highlighted her cheekbones and deep eye sockets.

“Muhahaha” she cackled, when she saw Harley.

“Eep!” went Harley in mock fright.

“This is perfect!” Sandra told the shopkeeper, “How should we pay you?”

“The usual way will be fine,” the shopkeeper told her, “The usual enchantment is on the boxes. Will your… ward… be ok with that?”

“Harley will be fine with that,” Sandra assured him. She handed an empty costume box to Harley and told her “Hold it like this…” as she mimed opening the box with one hand while supporting it with another. In the blink of an eye, Harley was naked and the costume was neatly packed in the box.

“Oops!” said Sandra brightly “Go and change and I’ll see you back here in a moment. Sandra went into her changing room leaving Harley standing there naked and stunned.

The shopkeeper gave her an amused look. Harley shrugged, there was no one else in the store and the shopkeeper was a man, so he wasn’t going to complain about seeing her fabulous body. Harley smiled at the shopkeeper and tilted her head to one side as she sized him up. The shopkeeper began to look a little nervous. Harley shook herself, what was she thinking? That she would bang a strange shopkeeper in the middle of a store in broad daylight? She hurried off to the changing room to clothe herself and met up with Sandra a few moments later.

Sandra put her box in a carrier bag and Harley gingerly did the same.

Harley realised that while she was with Sandra her urges were not as strong.

Sandra took Harley to lunch and then the two of them did some more shopping that afternoon. When they got home to Sandra’s house she dished up some snacks from the fridge, made a cup of tea for each of them and told Harley of her plans for the evening.

They were like a couple of young female roommates. Harley couldn't get over how normal this felt. Much more normal than her previous existence of angst and dread and agonising over little slights. It wasn’t just because she had someone (something) to share her life with now… suspicion hit her…

“Did you change me?” Harley blurted out.

“D’Uh” Sandra replied after the briefest of pauses.

“I’m not talking physically, I mean… mentally. Who am I now?” Harley asked.

“Well, you are Harley Sable. And reality is trying to heal a Harvey shaped hole. So your life as Harley is going to be easier than you imagine for a while and your life as Harvey will fade from everyone’s memory.” Sandra said.

“Huh?” Harley said.

Sandra sighed. “Ok,” she said, “you may not believe this… but you have seen monsters and demons a ton of times before…”

“I have never knowingly seen a demon before, you kept yourself pretty well hidden. And what do you mean ‘Monsters’?” Harley said, interrupting Sandra while she was trying to find the words to explain what she meant.

“Monsters are what we call supernatural creatures who are too large or too weird to blend in. Demons are from another place to your universe. It doesn’t matter...whenever there is something different to what you call ‘Reality’ the Powers That Be will work to make it seem normal, partly to protect you and partly to prevent Reality unravelling,” Sandra said.

“Unravelling? That sounds… I don’t know, a bit messy?” Harley said.

“Well, yes… Where I come from… Well, you literally can’t imagine what it’s like… Time, Gravity, Light - all those things follow rules here. Where I’m from… well, they’re more like suggestions, than rules, I guess.” Sandra said.

“That’s how you can do magic, I guess?” Harley asked.

“Well… it’s more complicated than that. Where I’m from, having Tuesday consistently come after Monday would be considered Magic. Interacting with your Reality involves negotiating some complex rules, but there are some grey areas that can be exploited. But there can be a cost…” Sandra said.

“Go on,” Harley said.

“Well, you can incur the curiosity of something, a demon, something older and more powerful, or the Powers That Be” said Sandra.

“I can hear the capitals when you say that, what do you mean - Powers That Be? God?” Harley asked.

“I’ve never met Yahweh, or any kind of omnipotent, omniscient being, what you would call a God, I guess. But there are more and more powerful beings in a kind of hierarchy. But most of them seem to be completely indifferent to humanity. You should probably be thankful for that.” Sandra said.

Harley shivered as she thought of the implications.

“But there are… I guess you could call them aspects of reality that hold sway here and now that the rest of us have to answer to. That makes them sound more like people than powers. There are, I’m struggling for the right words here… beings who are far more potent than you can imagine who act as intermediaries for the powers and tell us what the powers want and what they will accept. It’s not ‘want’ or ‘need’ as you understand the terms… Look, just accept that something you will never meet and cannot understand wants the world to see and expect Harley, to forget about Harvey and completely abhors demons and the supernatural in their native forms. Can you do that?” Sandra said.

“Er… Ok? I guess. There is no God but there are things that have a more immediate impact on my reality than god or gods ever did?” Haley said.

“Like me!” Sandra said with a sunny smile, trying to break the oppressive atmosphere that had descended on the bright, sunny kitchen for a moment.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” Harley asked, doing her part to lighten the mood.

“Oh! We need to get ready! I have got us invitations to a fancy Halloween party. There will be lots of attractive rich guys there. As long as you can behave yourself until we can get a couple of them back here then we should be in for a good night” Sandra said.

“Attractive rich guys? Won’t they all have wives or girlfriends?” Harley asked, a little dejected “Wouldn’t we have more… you know… ‘fun’ at a college party?”

“To be honest, I’m still a little worried about your limits and boundaries. Let’s take it slow and try and keep it within acceptable limits so that we don’t trigger anything?” Sandra said. Her cheery grin did little to placate Harley.

“That doesn’t sound ominous, at all!” Harley said.

Sandra shooed Harley away to shower and get ready before using the magical box to get changed.

Sandra called a mini-cab and they were waiting for their ride to appear when suddenly Sandra’s face went white.

“S-sandra! What’s…” Harley started to ask.

Sandra let out a shriek - “Noooo!” which rose to octaves that only dogs, and, apparently now, Harley, could hear. Her body collapsed in on itself in multiple dimensions, which Harley was disturbed to find that she could also perceive and there was a strange tear in reality which Harley was sure no normal human could perceive and not go insane. There was a noise like a heavenly choir if the choir was made of insanely scared teen girls moaning in fear and dread in perfect harmony which was abruptly cut off as what remained of Sandra’s body was sucked through the tear like a table-tennis ball into a vacuum cleaner. The tear slammed shut with such force that it shook the house like a small earthquake.

Harley felt like a piece of her soul had been ripped away, abruptly. She could feel fear and anguish from Sandra, but it was like there was a wall or a barrier between them. She could feel the direction it was coming from, it felt like an itch she couldn’t scratch.

It was not the only itch. Harley’s libido which had been held at manageable levels while Sandra was around suddenly flared into life again. Harley whimpered as her body shook with the sudden need to take part in unfeasible acts of lust.

Just then, the mini-cab pulled up in the drive and honked it’s horn. Harley walked out of the house in a daze to find a pretty woman sitting in the driver seat. Harley thanked her lucky stars, because she wasn’t sure what she would have done if the driver had been…
Her internal dialogue stuttered over the word ‘male’ and fragmented into vividly imagined scenes from an orgy as her knees buckled.

Harley flung herself into the backseat of the cab and said “Drive”.

She didn’t have a plan, she was hanging onto the tattered shards of her sanity, but she could feel Sandra like a compass felt the north pole and she would follow that feeling and free her as if her life depended on it. Which it probably did.

Harvey and the pretty girl - part 5

Harley sets off to rescue Sandra...

Harley could feel that Sandra was somewhere in the city, so she directed the cab driver to head in that direction. The cabbie looked a bit worried and Harley figured out that being given vague ‘that way’ directions from someone dressed like an anime wet dream with a crazed look in their eyes would disconcert most people. She took her phone from her purse and faked using it as a sat-nav as she told the driver which direction to go.
Moving towards Sandra with a purpose seemed to quiet her libido somewhat and Harley was able to stop squirming on the back seat. She fiddled with her phone some more and managed to get a maps application to come up so that she could call out street names that headed in the direction she could sense.

Pretty soon she figured out that they were heading towards the college, but the feelings from Sandra came from beyond the college campus. Eventually, they circled round a block of buildings and Harley was sure that Sandra was inside a large building set back from the road.

Harley directed the driver to pull over on the street opposite. She rummaged in her purse and was delighted to find that Sandra had had the forethought to leave cash and a credit card for her. She paid the cabbie and watched as she drove off into the night.

As she became unsure of what her next steps would be her libido pounced like a mythical beast. Harley’s legs quivered and she whimpered as she tried to get her hand into the tight knickers under her short skirt. She looked up and down the street and was relieved to find that there was no one watching her, until the thought of someone watching her turned into an erotic fantasy that left her craving an audience…

Fighting to master her lustful thoughts she turned her attention to how she was going to get into the house.

She wasn’t exactly dressed for espionage, so a bold approach seemed to be her only option.

She walked over to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Nothing happened.

She started looking around for a letterbox or a key under the doormat or any other way to get in. She was bent over looking for rocks in the flowerbed with her ass to the door when it suddenly opened. Standing there was a spotty youth in an ill-fitting robe like a monk's habit.

Harley was mildly embarrassed at the fact that she had just flashed her knickers at this boy, but she was not as flustered as he was.

“Y-yes?” he stammered “W-what do you want?”

He looked a little panicked, like he wasn’t used to talking to pretty, scantily dressed girls, and he might bolt at any moment. Harley tried her best to calm and reassure him with a smile.
“Is this where the party is?” she asked “I can see you’re already dressed up. What have you come as?”

“P-party?” the boy asked, sounding confused.

“Halloween party?” Harley said, as she stepped closer to him. Her breasts seemed to mesmerise the boy so she leant forward slightly to give him a better look and dropped her gaze demurely.

“Halloween?” the boy said, sounding even more confused. Harley could see from the bulge in the front of his robe that he was probably having some issues with blood supply to the brain about now. The thought of her effect on him made her tummy do a little flip of excitement.

Before she could continue her conversation, her link to Sandra pulsed with a strange emotion, a mix of fear, pain and something darker. The unexpected distraction triggered Harley’s libido and before she could consciously think she threw herself at the boy and started kissing him.
Startled, he fell back into the doorway and his arms came up and around her. As his hands touched her skin Harley felt the male energy start to warm her. She wasn’t sure how she did it, but as the energy flowed into her she tried to push some of her need into the boy, she wanted him to lust after her the way she needed him right now.

All nervousness and hesitation vanished as he started pulling the robe over his head. Harley was amused to see that he had shorts and a T-shirt under the robe and grateful to find that the guy obviously worked out. The robe had been disguising a body that didn’t match the spotty nerd face.

The boy was clearly frustrated by Harley’s outfit, it wasn’t clear how to unfasten it and get to Harley’s luscious body. Harley had no such problems and soon had the boy’s shorts down round his knees. Harley knew that she was unable to easily remove significant parts of her outfit without the magic box it came in, so she settled for pulling her knickers to one side and presenting her ass to the boy.

Conscious thought left both of them then and all that could be heard were gasps and groans as they rutted like animals in the open doorway looking out onto the street.

Harley felt herself sucking energy from the boy, and as it began to be converted to demon energy and then into female energy she felt the familiar buzz of well being as her body repaired and renewed itself. She could feel herself become more feminine and more beautiful as he pounded away. By the time he had come twice, he was slowing down and becoming more erratic in his movements. Harley wanted more, she was floating in a sex-induced high and she tried to suck more energy from the boy but there was a resistance that she couldn’t prevail against, like trying to suck a watermelon through a hosepipe.

Harley turned the boy on his back and rode him cowgirl style as he started to falter. She felt really good now, but she noticed that her reserves of female energy were not siphoning off to Sandra, as they had before and the flow from demon energy to female energy seemed to be slowing as if some reservoir of female energy was full and overflowing back into demon energy. It was hard to grasp what was happening, Harley just had a feeling like she was reaching some kind of equilibrium.

The boy was getting weaker now and Harley was finding the trickle of male energy coming from him was slowing, although he clearly had reserves of energy left that she couldn’t pull from him.

She had a thought; what if she could push some of the excess female energy into the boy to push the rest of the male energy into her?

As she was trying to find the right metaphysical muscles to twitch to accomplish this, three things happened; another boy appeared from some stairs at the other end of the hallway, he shouted something and pulled a gun out and shot her, just as she started to push the female energy into the first boy.

In fear and pain her psyche responded in pure reflex by dumping all her excess female energy into the first boy and pulling all of his male energy into her. Her demon energy sizzled as the massive jolt of energy hit her and the lights in the hallway flickered.

Harley was awash with Female and Demon energy, she screamed in pain, ecstasy and wonder her senses came alive and she realised she could see aspects of creation that she had never dreamed of. Power crackled and sizzled within her, sparks flew from her fingertips and toes. The bullet that was lodged near her spine squirmed from her body and tinkled on the floor as her flesh knit itself back together. Harley rose to a standing position, she didn’t bother actually standing she just floated off the mewling, newly made girl lying beneath her.

“What a rush!” Harley murmured to herself, her voice husky and seductive and filled with power. Harley held her hand out to the new girl and helped her to her feet. The girl's clothes hung from her in tatters from the force of the transformation and she looked terrified. Harley smiled at her reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to love what happens next!” Harley told her.

Harley held her head in her hands and kissed her. Harley willed the demon energy to transform the girl, as she had been transformed herself, but with the energy the new girl devoured being transferred to Harley instead of Sandra. As they broke the kiss Harley used the remaining energy to clothe the new strawberry blonde in white lace undergarments.

“Annie” Harley named her, as she stepped back and they turned to the remaining boy who was staring at them in wonder. “Enjoy” she said as she indicated the boy.

Annie’s eyes went wide as she saw lust come over the boy’s face. Harley used her new found power to push them together like opposite poles of a magnet. She was not sure how much effect it had or whether she might have overdone it slightly.

Annie seemed a little unsure at the start, she had the equipment but she hadn’t read the owner’s manual, if you know what I mean?

The boy was beyond rationality at this point, he growled as he grabbed her, his hips twitching as he tried to concentrate enough to get his robe and pants off. Annie’s knickers scarcely covered her modesty, if she’d had any, so they were soon pulled to one side and they went at it with a passion that left Harley gasping with awe and excitement. Harley could feel every inch as if Annie’s body was her own, as Annie began to draw energy from the boy her skin smoothed, her waist narrowed, her hair grew and she began to look as if she had been photoshopped. Harley couldn’t tear her gaze away from Annie's body, she was femininity personified. Her hair deepened in colour until it was fiery red as her body shook with it’s first female orgasm.

Harley helped Annie get the boy hard again after he came the first time. Annie's enthusiasm was growing with each passing moment. They lay him on his back and Annie ground her crotch against his face as Harley lowered herself onto him. Harley wasn’t sure what she was doing, she was operating on instinct now as she tried to recreate the happy accident that had created Annie.

Harley could feel energy coming from Annie at the same time she was getting energy directly from the boy. Harley reached out and kissed Annie as they both rode the nameless guy. Harley drew energy from Annie as she pushed female energy into the boy. Annie’s eyes fluttered in bliss as she felt the energy wash through her. Harley could feel that he was nearly spent and there was that lump of masculine energy that couldn’t be pulled from him.

So Harley pushed, she pushed female energy into him and sucked male energy from him and energy from Annie at the same time, Harley heaved, metaphysically speaking, with all her might and all resistance collapsed as the boy screamed and Eldritch energy sparkled and cascaded over the three of them.

When the world stopped spinning and she could string her thoughts back together again, Harley laughed in delight. Annie was transformed into a stunning Redhead and the boy was a slightly geeky looking gamer girl with Brown hair. Harley felt like a goddess, brimming with power. With a wave of her hand she dressed the new girl in black lingerie.

“I think you shall be ‘Bella’” Harley told her. Bella looked bemused and uncertain. Harley turned to Annie who looked a lot more sure of how she felt.

“Annie, my dear, how many more boys are there in the house?” I asked her.

Annie trembled with anticipation at the word ‘boys’.

“There are twenty-two in all, eleven are in the basement with Jack, torturing the demon.” Annie said. Her voice was that of a southern lady, low and smooth and oozing sexuality.

“H-how are we going to deal with that many men?” Bella asked.

“Gang-bang time?” asked Annie, clearly relishing the challenge.

Bella looked mortified.

Harley’s link to Sandra chose that moment to pulse again with a complex emotion that she wasn’t able to understand. But it felt like Sandra was in trouble and it triggered another flare-up of Harley’s libido, just as Annie mentioned ‘gang-banging’ a large group of boys. Harley crammed her fingers in her knickers, but she fought to control herself.

“I don’t want to turn all the boys into girls,” Harley said. “You were an accident, Annie and you shot me Bella!”

“You want to save some boys to play with?” Annie asked “That’s cool, I suppose… I have to say, this…” she ran her hands down her body and smiled at Harley, “Is a hell of an accident! I can’t recall ever having so much fun, or feeling… mmmmm, SO good!”

“I-I’m sorry I shot you,” Bella said, “I was just trying to scare you.”

“Scared? I was terrified. I hate guns” Harley said.

“Really? But you’re bullet-proof” Bella said.

“I didn’t know that, and I’m not really bullet-proof, I would have died if I hadn’t been drawing energy from Annie when you shot me.” Harley said.

“Drawing energy? Are you like a vampire?” Bella asked.

“More like a Succubus, I think,” Annie said.

“Well, Sandra is technically a lust demon so, yes - I guess that’s accurate,” Harley said.

“Are we soul-less undead now?” Bella asked.

“I have no idea, I’ve no idea what a soul looks like. I know that you and Annie are tied to me for now, and I am tied to Sandra. But my connection to Sandra is blocked and I fear bad things are going to happen to me if I can’t free her and re-establish the link” Harley said.

“If we’re linked to you… and bad things happen to you, then nothing good happens to us, I guess?” Annie said.

Harley shrugged “I think I enhanced your smarts along with your body, you probably figured out more than me already,” she said.

“Let’s stop Jack!” said Bella. Her face showed her new-found determination. Bella searched for the gun she shot Harley with. She let out a gasp of fear and revulsion when she saw what remained of the gun lying on the floor. It looked like it was made from black leather or plastic and it had mated with a squid or some unfortunate deep-sea creature that hadn’t survived the transition to the surface, it was not symmetrical in any direction, it looked lop-sided and just plain wrong. But one of the most disconcerting things about it was the way that it was pulsing and wriggling like some voracious grub.

“Don’t touch it!” Harley shouted. Harley could see with her enhanced senses that it was bleeding malevolence into its surroundings.

“You don’t need to tell me!” said Bella, with fear and revulsion in her voice “you would have to be crazy to want to be in the same State as that thing!”

“What happened to it?” Annie asked.

“I think I cursed it, by instinct” Harley explained “I didn’t want to just destroy it, I wanted it to suffer and anyone who used it.”

Bella shivered as she thought through the implications of that.

“You could have done the same thing to me?” Bella asked in a small voice.

“It’s kind of what Sandra did to me when I tried to stab her.” Harley explained, “Being a succubus is kind of the cure for the curse.”

“Well, I like the cure… without the curse.” said Annie “When I was riding Ben, before you turned him into Bella I felt so….good!”

Annie managed to load the word ‘good’ with significantly more meaning than it would normally bear.

“So, how are we going to deal with the b-boys?” Bella asked. Her eyes went wide as her libido went up a notch as she mentioned boys. “Oh!” she said.

“Ha!” said Annie, “I guess men and boys are food now?”

Harley shook her head. “Not in the way you mean, I think. I’ve taken energy from a man before without consuming it all, and he left in the morning with a smile on his face!”

Harley smiled at the memory of the evening that she had spent with Josh.

Bella asked, “So, did you just do it to us to enslave us to do your bidding?”

“Bid me. Oh mistress!” Annie said with a smirk.

“I don’t think so,” Harley said “Why? Do you feel that you have to obey me?”

“No, but I think there’s no place for us here anymore,” Annie said “We were part of a pretty misogynistic crowd.”

Bella nodded, thoughtfully.

Annie continued “...and Jack wants your Sandra to do something that could fuck up the world. I’m guessing that would do bad things to you, and so to us, by extension?”

“I don’t know, I think so.” Harley said “I’ve only been a girl for a couple of days now, so this is pretty new to me, too. Sandra said our fates were linked, she was responsible for me and I was tied to her.”

“Well, we can’t shoot them. I’m not strong enough to physically stop them. I think being turned into a succubus will shake them up a bit and cause them to rethink some of their world views without fundamentally harming them.” Bella said.

“Whoa, when did ‘us’ become ‘Them’” Annie asked.

“Are you on their side?” Bella asked.

“Fuck it, no! I was always the outsider here, I thought Jack was a dangerous nut job, but I never thought he’d actually catch anything. We have to do something, and it has to be pretty extreme, because Jack’s just going to do it again if we don’t. Now he knows it works, and if he doesn’t, then one of the others in the ‘dastardly dozen’ will!” Annie said.

“Dastardly dozen? Isn’t that a comic book villain team?” Bella asked.

“Sounds about right, don’t you think?” Annie asked.

“Can we change them, the same way you do?” Bella asked Harley.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so” Harley said “It was kind of a freak accident, I don’t know if I’ll be able to show you how to do it later, when I figure it out myself.”
“Well, we can keep them busy, until you change them!” Annie said.

“I’ll try and do one” Bella said, as she blushed scarlet.

Just then another guy came round the end of the corridor.

“What the fuck!” he said aggressively and moved towards us, puffing his chest up.

“Why don’t you take this one?” Annie suggested to Bella, and pushed her forward.

“C-Carlos?” Bella said as she tottered forwards on her high heels.

“How do you know my name? Bitch!” Carlos said.

“Ben told me,” Bella said, “He said that he would go ahead and leave you to take care of us. He said even you would be able to take care of three girls!”

“Oh, I’m going to take care of you alright!” Carlos said, “Come here, girly!”

He reached out to grab Bella.

Annie said to Harley “Maybe we should distract him for a moment!” and pushed Harley against the wall as she started kissing and groping her.

Carlos stared, stunned at the show in front of him. Bella took that opportunity to drop to her knees and reach under his robe to pull down his shorts and free his manhood.

Carlos looked down with a knowing smile, “Oh yes, I know what you women want!”

He pulled off his robe to show a well-muscled body. Bella pushed him against the wall and went to work on him with her mouth. Within seconds, Carlos was a drooling idiot, Bella was becoming more frenzied as the energy began to flow into her and Harley was getting very hot and bothered as Annie slid to her knees and began her own oral ministrations. Harley was getting bombarded with Bella’s feelings as well as her own. It was only when Bella had practically drained Carlos of his readily available male energy that Harley regained enough self-control to come over and see how Bella was getting on.

Bella was loaded with female energy which had moulded her into an idealized form of her gamer-girl self. She was straining with all her might to pull the last bits of energy from Carlos, but she was having the same problem that Harley had been having when she transformed Annie.

Harley kissed Bella hard on a nipple as she touched one finger to Carlos’ body and pushed female energy into him to pop the male energy out. The results were explosive, energy and cum coated Bella’s insides and she screamed with Harley and Carlos as the energy consumed and rebuilt them. Carlos’ screams raised in pitch rapidly as her body shrank to become a petite Asian woman with lustrous black hair and red lingerie. Bella just glowed with physical perfection, she looked like a fantasy girl next door with straight brown hair and hazel eyes and subtle makeup, and curves in all the right places.

“Oh my god! What have you done to me?!” the newly made girl wailed. Harley explained again, but she noticed the newly made ‘Charlotte’ wasn’t paying attention as much as she expected. Charlotte’s hand was squirming in her knickers.

Annie asked Harley “Did you supercharge her libido too much?”

“I don’t even know how to do that,” Harley said, “I thought it just turned up what you already had. Was Carlos a bit sex-obsessed to begin with?”

“Oh!” Bella said as she looked to Annie.

“Oh! Right.” Annie said, “Carlos always used to brag that he was a sex-addict and that’s why he acted the way he did.”

“Brag?” Harley asked.

“Yeah, we know - he was pretty fucked up, and among this crowd, that’s saying a lot!” Annie said.

“Charlotte, are more of the boys coming?” Bella asked.

“B-boys?” Charlotte asked, her voice shaky from how hard she was exploring her new body parts. Sudden realisation crossed Charlotte’s face and she turned and walked towards the back of the building. Well, technically tottered on high heels might be a more accurate description. The three other girls looked at each other with shocked realisation…

“Oh shit!” they said in unison and followed after Charlotte. They caught up with her just as she passed the threshold of the door at the end of the hallway.

Charlotte said “Hello boys! Did you miss me?”

In the room there were six guys watching a 50” television, sat on three sofas.. Six heads swivelled to see who was there, six pairs of eyes went wide

Charlotte began to stalk towards the largest of the boys. Her predatory intentions were clear from her face and her gait, but it wasn’t clear what threat a tiny Asian girl in lingerie would be to a 6’4” jock.
He stood to confront her. The sexual tension in the room rose as it became clear he was rapidly developing a sizable bulge in the front of his robe.

Harley whimpered as the edges of Charlotte’s need hit her along with the musky scent of the six guys and four horny women.

When Charlotte got within 3 feet of the jock she launched herself at him, wrapping her legs and arms around him and kissing him hard on the mouth and neck. Shocked, the jock stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. Charlotte lifted his robe to show that, unlike the other guys, he wasn’t wearing anything else under his robe. She started to grind against him.

The two guys nearest them came over to help their friend. They got to either side of Charlotte and reached down to pull her off the jock, just as Charlotte figured out how to slip the prone jocks manhood into her. She pushed down with a satisfied groan and the energy began to flow into her. The flow of energy tugged at the other two guys as well and soon Charlotte had her own orgy going.

All three guys were non-verbal now hunting for orifices to use with Charlotte’s active participation.

Harley fell to the floor, twitching, overwhelmed with the energy flow from Charlotte and the physical sensations.

The three remaining guys took that as their cue to strip off and join in the fun. Annie stepped forward to the first guy with a smile on her face and drew him down to lie beside Harley. Bella saw what Annie did and tried to lead the other two guys around Harley to lie on the opposite side. One guy went with her, but the other decided to turn his attention to Harley.

Harley was struggling to deal with the overwhelming sensations as he entered her. She was having to deal with input from 3 other girls now, at the same time as experiencing her own activities. The flow of energy itself was overwhelming, without the accompanying, very distracting, physical sensations. As Harley began to accommodate the sensations she cautiously tried to pull a little energy through the girls, starting with Charlotte, rather than accepting the default trickle of energy. Charlotte groaned and redoubled her exertions.

The new energy levels expanded Harley’s consciousness further and she could see and feel the links to the other girls, and through them, their links to the six guys. Charlotte was like a supernova, dangerously close to exploding, Bella was like a sun and Annie was like a hotter, bluer sun.

Harley tried to drain the energy from the guy on top of her, to feel that familiar blocked pipe feeling that she knew how to clear. For some reason she felt full, the suction she had before wasn’t working as potently as before. She tried pushing her excess female energy into him, and that helped, but it didn’t clear the blockage. Harley gasped as the guy developed breasts and a vagina as he continued to pound his impressive erection into her. Harley wriggled her way on top and went to a 69 position as she continued to push energy into the she-male. Harley ground her pussy against their willing mouth and went to work with her mouth and fingers respectively on the penis and vagina presented to her. Their climax, when it came was a cascade of ecstasy; the she-male’s penis erupted with cum and energy as it vanished and the resulting energy was consumed by Harley, the sudden influx of additional energy caused Harley to come explosively, excess energy coursing through her and into the newly female body of her partner, which caused the erstwhile she-male to orgasm convulsively again and again as the she-male became emphatically female exclusively.

Their mutual screams triggered Charlotte’s orgasm, which triggered, in turn, each of the three guys she was writhing on the floor with.

Charlotte squealed like a stuck pig and rode her orgasms out, bouncing up and down on the hapless jock beneath her, ignoring his cries of pain and pleasure, she came again and again.

The firehose of energy that she sent to Harley burned and Harley pushed the demon energy away from herself into the lower dimensions she was now aware of out of sheer desperation. Having found somewhere to dump the excess energy she had she pushed as much of the demon energy away as she could. The relief she felt as the sense of fullness lessened allowed her to let out a sigh of relief. The sense of relief turned to panic as the sense of well-being pushed her libido into overdrive. The overwhelming urge to copulate was like a physical attack, driving the breath from Harley’s lungs like she had been punched in the gut. As conscious thought took a back seat, Harley instinctively acted to regain control of her body. She pushed the excess lust onto the lower dimensions, as if it was another form of energy.

Harley found her mind was clearer than it had been since Sandra vanished.

Five of the six guys had not yet been transformed, and the other girls were finding it difficult to suck more energy. Harley wasn’t sure if that meant the guys would cease being distracted.

In desperation, Harley reached out to Bella’s guy and pushed again. Energy rushed from him into Bella and poured into Harley. A college co-ed librarian wearing glasses and the princess Leia slave-girl outfit appeared in his place. Bella collapsed bonelessly on top of her with a beatific smile all over her face.

Harley grabbed all the energy released from the transformation and forced it into the guy with Annie. The guy turned into a blonde heart-breaker in a tiny bikini as energy exploded back into Harley through Annie, twice as strong as before. Annie’s back arched as if she was being electrocuted with the intensity of the sensations flowing through her, but the excess energy went to Harley after the energy she was receiving healed the damage it had done and repaired and renewed all aspects of her body.

Harley couldn’t physically reach the last three guys from where she lay, she didn’t have the presence of mind to get up or crawl to the 4 people frenziedly copulating in every possible configuration in front of her. She looked with her enhanced senses. She could sense something like a map of the nervous system or an energy overlay over each of the four. She picked out the 3 guys, felt for the bright spot glowing where she figured the base of their spines would be and poured all the female energy she could summon into the energy templates she could sense while simultaneously pulling energy from Charlotte. There was a moment of perfect stillness, like time itself was holding its breath and Harley thought to herself ‘Oh oh!’

That moment was followed by an explosion of blinding energy as bodily fluids (cum, not anything grosser) splattered every surface and the remnants of clothing of all four participants practically vaporised.

When everyone had blinked away the blindspots; there were two twin girls with thick butts and tiny waists holding hands and looking at each other and there was a short girl with enormous eyes, blue hair, tattoos and piercings still frantically trying to have sex with Charlotte, who was also enthusiastically still going.

Harley, Annie and Bella took stock of the situation; the statuesque ex-she-male brunette was named ‘Diana’, the cute shy librarian type who had been with Bella became ‘Emma’ the haughty blonde who had been with Annie became ‘Farah’. As they decided the name of each girl, Harley pulled on the pool of energy she had pushed out earlier and manifested an outfit for them. Diana was dressed as an amazonian dominatrix, Emma like a character from the St Trinian’s films and Farah was dressed like a sexy secretary fetish; stockings, suspenders, high heels, a too-short pinstripe skirt and a transparent lace blouse under a pinstripe jacket with one button straining to contain her breasts.

“Can you bring the new girls up to speed with the situation?” Harley asked Annie “I need to see to the others and try and stop Charlotte from hurting herself”.

“She doesn’t seem to be in any pain!” Bella quipped.

There was no answer to that, both Charlotte and the other girl were engrossed in each other. Harley couldn’t understand why, as neither was draining any energy from the other so they shouldn’t be feeling that hunger driving them. Maybe the new girl was like Charlotte, with a libido beyond the normal.

The twins were watching the pair next to them with shock, awe and a little admiration. Harley went over and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Harley. You’re clearly going to need new names, so I’ll call you ‘Grace’ and you ‘Isobella’, OK? ‘H’ is already taken.” she said.

The twins nodded.

“So…” Harley went on “How can we tell you apart?”

Grace asked, “I look like her?”

“You are identical,” Harley told them simply. Grace’s eyes went wide at that thought.

“Are we related now?” Isobella asked.

“Er, not really? I guess. Were you related before?” Harley said.

“No. Why are we identical?” Grace asked.

“Short answer, I don’t know. This whole thing of turning you into girls kind of started as an accident.” Harley said.

“Started...what is it now?” asked Isobella, suspiciously.

“Honestly? A way to distract you from harming us without us having to shoot or incapacitate you.” Harley said “Bella had a gun, he actually shot me. I would have died if I hadn’t changed Annie then.”

“But we were just watching the game…” said Grace, as if she was remembering another life, instead of five minutes earlier.

“Well, you kind of attacked me and Sandra first” Harley explained.

“Sandra?” Isobella asked.

“The woman Jack has downstairs?” Harley asked.

“Oh. A demon?” Grace asked.

“Technically, I guess. You guys are… well, kind of succubi now, like me” Harley said.

“We feed on men? You turned us into your nympho army of demons without asking us!” Grace asked, getting a little shrill.

“To be fair, you started messing with summoning a demon… How did you think that would end?” Harley asked.

Isobella and Grace looked at each other.

“Not like this!” said Isobella.

“But, you do kind of have a point” Grace admitted.

“Do we have to do what you say now?” asked Isobella.

“I don’t think you have to.” Harley said “But… you are linked to me, and I am linked to Sandra. If I can’t free Sandra, I think something bad will happen to me, and if something happens to me, I honestly don’t know what will happen to you all.”

“Linked?” asked Grace.

“Er… yes, when you…” Harley said, blushing as she spoke “have sex, you drain masculine energy from him and turn it to feminine energy, which will heal you and make you stronger. But you can only take so much and the excess will go to me.”

“Stronger?” Grace asked, “How much stronger?”

“Why does the energy go to you? How come you can handle more energy than us?” Isobella asked.

“OK… I don’t know how much stronger, but be careful with your men, you might break them” Harley said “and… when I made you I copied the way I was made by Sandra, I send my excess energy to her. I can’t get to her, something Jack did is blocking the link. Frankly, I don’t know how much longer I can last without dumping my excess to her. Strange things are starting to happen already…”

“Like what?” Grace asked.

“Er… I cursed a gun…” Harley said.

“That’s nothing, I cuss all the time,” Isobella said, smirking.

“Yeah, but it kind of turned it into something… unholy,” Harley said.

The twins looked at each other, not getting it. Harley called out to Bella;

“Hey Bella!” she said “Would you pick up your old gun for a million dollars?”

Bella paled and replied “How could you even joke about that? I don’t like being reminded that I’m in the same building as that thing!”

The twins’ eyes went wide.

“Yeah, seeing the mess I made of that thing is partly what convinced Bella and Annie it was better to be on my good side,” Harley said.

“Anything else?” Grace asked.
“Well, what outfit would you like?” Harley asked.

Isobella’s eyes went wide…

“We’re naked females, standing around in front of a bunch of lesbians and strangers,” she said.

“Lesbians?” Harley interrupted.

The twins looked to Charlotte and the punky girl wrestling each other and moaning a foot from where they were standing.

“Oh!.. “ Harley said “Right… about that. I’m pretty sure that they are bisexual or… how did Sandra explain it? Omni. We’re omnisexual beings. Don’t you have any urges? Right now?”

“Not like that!” Grace said hotly, then she continued more thoughtfully “What is the distinction?...Omni? We’re attracted to everyone?”

“Well, Sandra told me everything technically,” Harley said “Er.. the urge grows, I think. Except Charlotte has it bad all the time. I guess…’Kelly’ has it, too?”

“Kelly?” Isobella asked.

“Outfit?” Grace asked.

“Kelly, because I’m saving ‘Jillian’ for Jack. Yes, what outfit would you like me to get you?” Harley said.

“Oh, that was the point I was trying to make… Why aren’t we ashamed of our bodies? We are naked, and I feel no shame. I’m just getting turned on by giving you all a good look at me. You asked what outfit? Well, given we’re succubi, clothing seems like it would just get in the way!” Isobella said.

“I must admit, it’s weird, but I’m feeling perfectly comfortable in my skin, too” said Grace.

“I think that’s part of the magic. We should be freaking out with dysmorphia and everything, but… I don’t know about you, but I kind of like the idea of people looking at my body!” Harley said, “Maybe a little too much”.

“Let ‘em look!” Grace agreed.

“Still, how about?..” Harley mused. She pulled energy from her reservoir and the air shimmered around the twins.

When the air cleared they had matching outfits, red high-heeled thigh high latex boots, clip-on plastic red horns, small plastic bat wings held on with a ribbon tied across their cleavages and a red and black plastic trident and plastic joke pointy teeth.

Grace laughed. “You dressed us as succubi!” she said.

“With no knickers!” Isobella said, with a smirk, her face fell “Shouldn’t we have tails?”

Harley thought for a moment, then an evil grin split her features. The air shimmered again and both the twins jerked upright as tails appeared.

“Eep!” they both said.

“Buttplugs” Harley explained, sheepishly.

Then she turned to Charlotte and Kelly. They really did have an impressive amount of enthusiasm.

Harley tried to figure out a way to get them to stop without physically pulling them off each other. She placed a hand on each of them and tried to pull some of the lust out of them. Her first attempt nearly had her rolling on the ground with the pair of them as the lust she took threatened to overwhelm her senses, she hurriedly pushed it into the lower dimensions, struggling to retain her control. Her second attempt was more successful, it took a level of coordination similar to patting your head and rubbing your tummy to draw the lust out and push it to her growing store in the lower dimensions without it turning her into a sex-puppet.

“Aww,” said Charlotte “I was nearly there!”

“I think you’ve been there for a long time,” said Harley. “Why don’t you let Kelly catch her breath?”

Kelly got to her feet, with Charlotte’s help and stood smirking in front of Harley.

“Ok, I heard all that you said to these girls. Goth me up and let’s go get your ‘Sandra’. If the wages of sin are death then being turned into a hotty and getting sex like that seems like a pretty good deal! I always suspected Jack would drag us down with him, let’s go get him! Just… can you make sure I feel… sexy...again before I have to bang my first guy?”

“Put your hands behind your back, please?” Harley said to Kelly. Kelly complied and black leather constraints appeared. Kelly’s eyes went wide.

Harley nodded and gestured, Kelly was dressed in a black latex corset and high black boots with a black collar with a chain that led to Charlotte’s hand.

“Look after her,” Harley told Charlotte. She gestured again and a black ball gag appeared in Kelly’s mouth. Kelly looked shocked for a moment until Harley gave her back her lust, with just a little bit of interest. The need for the ball gag became apparent as Kelly tried to scream and slipped to the floor. Charlotte and the twins held her up as her knees buckled. After a few moments, Kelly could stand again, although her eyes looked a little frenzied and she was drooling around the gag.

“Whew!” said Charlotte “Be careful what you wish for!”

“Do you want your lust back, too?” asked Harley seriously.

Charlotte thought for a second.

“Maybe?” she said “If you have time when we get down there? Let me keep my wits together for both of us until then,” she continued, indicating Kelly.

Kelly gave her a thankful look, and then tried to hump her leg like a dog in heat.

The group started making their way to the basement stairs

Annie asked Harley, “What about the other guys upstairs? Don’t you want to recruit them to our army?”

“You mean turn them into sex-crazed nymphos, like me?” Harley asked, with just a touch of bitterness.

“I guess… it would make it easier to overwhelm them if there were more of us?” Annie said.

“To be honest, I never intended to turn you into this…” Harley gestured at Annie.

“I know, you said it was an accident…” Annie said.

“I feel guilty… I didn’t ask for this to be done to me, and now it seems like I can’t think of any other way to defend myself than to do the same thing to others… That’s not right!” Harley said.

“Well…” Annie said, “You pointed out that we took up with a demon summoning asshole, so this is pretty much the least we deserve!”

“But… You’re not you anymore! That’s almost like murder, or rape!” Harley said.

“It doesn’t feel like rape, to be honest, it feels very freeing,” Annie said.

“I’ve literally tied you to me with unbreakable bonds!” Harley said with frustration.

“Oh, Honey… we all try to tie people to us, one way or another. Money, coercion, sex. You’ve been very upfront about it and paid us in health and beauty and who knows what other benefits!” Annie said.

Harley said “I give up! The magic must be warping your mind to make you more pliable…”

“Oh, I can be very flexible, if you want pliable!” Annie said with a smirk. “You give yourself too little credit. I’ve seen the kind of power you wield, you could have destroyed anyone of us, you could have made us all drooling sex slaves. You don’t have full control of it either, and that’s partly down to your own creator, I guess? But you are learning, and you are trying to help us come to terms with this. Oh, and for the record, just walking around like this is a blast, I’m having so much fun! I’ve never enjoyed sex like this!”

Annie’s smile carried a lot of heat and could have lit a room, or stopped a young man’s heart.

-0-0-

They made it to a steel door at the bottom of the stairs without further incident.

“Right,” Harley said, as the girls gathered around her, “Are you ready?”

Charlotte took the restraints from Kelly’s arms and the ball-gag from her mouth. Kelly seemed to be slightly subdued, she just hugged Charlotte.

Charlotte’s nipples visibly hardened as she tried to get herself in the right frame of mind to ravish multiple young men, while Kelly groped her. Charlotte smiled an indulgent smile at Kelly, then turned to Harley and said “We’ll take point, the rest of you back us up?”

“I’ll take Jack” Harley said “If it’s not obvious who he is, point him out to me. I guess he’s the most dangerous and the rest will be easy pickings once he is taken care of.”

She took a last look around them all and nodded to Charlotte, whose hand was on the door handle.

“Let’s do this!”

Harvey and the pretty girl - part 6

and now, the thrilling conclusion.... will Harley rescue Sandra and save the world? Will Sandra take terrible revenge? read on...

Harvey and the pretty girl - Part 6

Charlotte opened the door and walked in as if she owned the place. She led Kelly by the hand. Kelly was a good deal taller than Charlotte in her high fetish boots and her heels made an enticing tap-tap-tap sound as she followed the little asian girl.

The room was larger than Harley had expected, clearly extending beyond the boundaries of the building above. The walls at the end of the room they had entered were rough bricks and mortar, but they became hewn rock further into the space. There was shelving and chairs near the entrance, the far end led to a kind of raised stage or dais.

Eleven hooded figures were focussed on the stage, they were chanting or mumbling, or maybe praying. They stood in a rough semi-circle.

On the stage, a twelfth figure held a book and was focussed on something like a piece of raw chaos from a nightmare.

There was a clearly delineated circle, on the stage. Marked out with characters from no alphabet that Harley recognised. The characters shifted form and colour, and they glowed, mostly green but with flickers of red and other colours. Inside the circle, as if in a glass jar, something moved.

It was hard to describe, and harder to look at. At first, Harley was reminded of a boiling black storm cloud with lightning, but within the dark roiling mass there were tentacles, fins, human body parts, blood, slime and sparks of energy and all manner of other things.

The parts were disturbing when they became recognisable; a hand or face being formed and ripped apart again by the forces in the circle.

Harley could see that the chaos extended into dimensions that human minds could not perceive. It threatened the sanity of anyone who studied it, or weaker minds who caught a glimpse of it.

“Focus on the boys, don’t look at the stage!” Harley hissed to the girls as they went into the room.

Harley could feel Sandra, in that chaos, through the link they shared. The link was muted, but at this range, the fury and frustration were immensely distracting.

Charlotte and Kelly reached the nearest boy, who had been so focused on the stage that he hadn’t noticed them. Charlotte tapped him on the shoulder and, as he turned to see who was there, Kelly grabbed his head and kissed him so hard that her piercings drew blood. Kelly licked the crimson stain from her lips and reached up and ripped the front of the robe in two. The startled boy’s knees buckled and Kelly wrapped herself around him and rode him to the ground as she writhed against him, Charlotte quickly removed the boy’s shorts and helped the frenzied Goth slake her craving. The ferocity with which Kelly fucked the poor boy made Harley wince, but she could feel the energy already start to flow and knew that Kelly would be almost unstoppable until she could not drain any more energy.

One of the other boys sensed something was happening and turned to see what was going on. He looked utterly confused to see a Goth girl riding his semi-naked friend and a petite asian girl gesturing to him.

Charlotte crossed quickly to him and quietly said, with a grin on her face “Me love you long time? Come with me?” she held out her hand and the bemused boy took it. As her skin met his, his face went slack and he moved to follow her as she led him back to Kelly. He was struggling to remove his robe with one hand as he followed her.

Charlotte turned to him and rose on her tiptoes to kiss him as they reached Kelly. She quickly stripped him, with his clumsy help and guided his tumescent member to Kelly’s willing mouth.

By this time, the other girls had come level with them. Charlotte spotted her next target and gestured to Emma, The two of them approached the boy and stood behind him. Charlotte grabbed Emma and began making out with her. Emma's startled muffled cry alerted the boy and he turned to see two small beauties, in fetish wear, snogging each other. Before he could raise the alarm, Charlotte reached out a hand and he took it, lust rising on his face and in his loins as Charlotte helped Emma take care of him.

Annie and Bella helped organise the other girls and soon there was a full-blown orgy underway. It took a handful of seconds until most of the boys were fucking some hottie or standing slack-jawed with their penis in their hand watching the show.

Harley took advantage of the distraction to slip up to Jack on the stage, trying to look as much like a bimbo as she could and not in any way like a threat. Jack looked up from his book and shouted “WHAT!! Get them!”

He could have saved his breath. Each of the girls had at least one boy enthralled and the energy was rolling into Harley. She pulled more energy into herself from all the links she had and she felt the links each girl had to their victims.

Harley moved closer to Jack.

“Can I help you, sweetie?” she asked Jack “Carlos arranged for a little party… don’t you want to _play_ with me?”

Harley reached out for Jack, both physically and metaphysically. He seemed to be shielded, somehow, she couldn’t get to his energy, it was like he was wearing plate armour.

He might be immune to her ability to raise his lust by supernatural means, but he was still a boy. As he looked around the room, he was distracted by all the sex happening around them. Harley used her reserves of energy to weaken her outfit and it tore like tissue paper as he laid hands on her. When Jack found that he had a small cute nubile girl dressed in rags in his hands, he seemed to be at a loss for what to do next. Harley wrapped herself around him and made it clear what she wanted him to do as she kissed him. If she couldn’t drain his energy, she could at least distract him while the girls drained the other boys. She lay down on the stage and pulled him down to her so that he would not see what was happening in the rest of the room.

He entered her with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Harley closed her eyes and smiled a dreamy smile to herself as she reached out with her new senses to feel what was happening in the rest of the room. She kept herself from probing the circle on the stage with them too closely as it reeked of danger.

She could feel that Kelly was struggling to drain any more energy from the two boys she was enthusiastically draining. She tried to concentrate on their energy patterns and got ready to push female energy into them as before. Jack was a distraction, but she managed to concentrate on the feelings she had when she created Grace and Isobella and she pushed female energy into her targets.

The boys transformed into girls and the release of energy smashed through Kelly and back into Harley.

Harley could not help moaning as the warm energy flooded her system, she hurriedly pushed it down into the lower dimensions so that Jack wouldn’t notice. He grinned, assuming that his actions had prompted the noise she made, and he redoubled his efforts.

Harley carefully repeated her actions for each of the other boys, hiding the released energy as best she could. All the while Jack did not stop his relentless pounding. When he came the first time, Harley found that a little energy leaked out of him into her. Maybe, she could wear him down over time? Especially with Kelly, and the other girls’ help?

Grace, Isobella and Annie left their victims with the other girls and moved closer to the stage so that they could help Harley.

Annie came close first, she slipped a hand around Jack's shoulder and leaned in to kiss him.

Harley wasn’t sure how Grace and Isobella were going to help, men were pretty focussed on their penis and their mouth, Jack was fucking Harley and kissing Annie already, and she was worried that the addition of the twins might be a distraction. When they lay down beside her and started sucking on her nipples she cried out. They were a distraction, but what a wonderful distraction they were. The additional display of the show that they were putting on for Jack kept him concentrating on Harley.

She tried to study his energy pattern, was there a crack in his armour? To Harley’s enhanced senses it looked as though he was coated in a mesh of interconnected lines of force. There was no obvious crack in his armour. Then, when Annie slipped her tongue into his mouth, Harley saw that the armour mesh did not cover the inside of Jack’s mouth. She reached up to pull Jack’s mouth down to hers, stuck her tongue as far down his throat as she could, tapped her reservoir of female energy and forced as much of it as she could through her tongue and down into Jack’s body.

Jack shook like he had grabbed a live wire, he quickly transformed into a she-male, as Diana had, but he didn’t seem to be too much worse for wear. The amount of energy Harley had funnelled into him must surely have had more of an effect than that?

While Jack was still reeling from the attack, inspiration struck Harley…

“Quick, throw him into the circle!” she cried.

The four girls picked up Jack and hurled him against the circle. They were a little uncoordinated and Jack was thrashing around. He landed across the edge of the circle, with his feet inside and his face outside.

There was utter silence throughout the room for a moment, you could have heard a pin drop. The roiling chaos that filled the circle contracted, Jack let out a shrill scream and then was pulled further into the circle.

As he was pulled in, something flowed out, along his legs and body, out of his screaming mouth and up his hands to coalesce just beyond the circle’s edge, where Jack’s fingertips scrabbled for purchase. It seemed as insubstantial as smoke, but where it flowed there were sickening sounds of breaking bones and flayed flesh, there was a wet ripping sound as it passed Jack’s lower torso.

Harley felt her connection to Sandra come back into sharp focus, where previously it had been muted, like there was a barrier separating them. At first she felt relief, the compulsion which had driven her to rescue Sandra lifted. Harley’s fears of becoming a slave to her sexual urges, or exploding because the energy she absorbed couldn’t be released into Sandra subsided. Then Harley realised that she had already found solutions for those problems, and her mad, head-long rush to rescue Sandra no longer seemed as urgent or important as it had before. Harley resented the feeling that she was leashed to Sandra again.

She was also horrified to feel the satisfaction Sandra felt as she inflicted hideous damage on Jack’s body as she dragged herself out of the circle and pushed Jack back in her place.

Sandra stepped from the coalescing chaos, looking none the worse. Jack was sucked into the circle which became filled with a new roiling chaos, but this one was red, scarlet as blood with bits of lung and bone swirling within it.
Sandra was naked, with a fierce grin of triumph as she looked at the results of their actions.

As Sandra stepped forward Harley felt her connection to Sandra burst into full life and all her excess energy she was carrying flowed into Sandra, who began to glow like an electric light bulb. With a wave of her hand and a shimmer of energy Sandra clothed herself. The light show quickly faded.

“Wow!” said Sandra “You _have_ been busy! However did you?...”

Sandra’s voice trailed off as she looked around the room.

“Oh shit.” she said “What on Earth have you done!”

“Nevermind!” Sandra went on “I’m sure it was self defence! Oh…” She dropped a throbbing severed penis in Harley’s hand. “Memento for you! He won’t be needing it where he’s going!”

“Where is he going?” Harley asked as she gingerly held the strangely warm thing.

“Well, he won’t be bored!” Sandra said.

Sandra picked up the book that Jack had dropped, scanned a few pages and said a few words. The cylinder drained as if it’s contents were being flushed and then the characters of the circle on the ground floated away from the ground and vanished one by one leaving a scorch marked area on the floor.

The room fell silent as they looked around to assess the situation.

“Wow!” Sandra shouted, “That’s what I call a Halloween Party!”

There was an embarrassed giggle that went round the room as the girls took stock.

Sandra grabbed Harley and hugged her close. She said softly in her ear, so only Harley could hear “Thank you, I could not have escaped without you. You didn’t save just me, but you may have saved the world! That guy was crazy with the things he wanted to do!”

Harley felt acutely aware of the fact that she was practically naked with bodily fluids on her skin beginning to get tacky. She wasn’t ashamed, infact, she felt… horny.

Harley realised that there was still a noise of slapping and she looked up to see Kelly desperately scissoring a bemused, newly transformed girl.

Harley crossed to Kelly, her heels sounding loud in the silence. She bent down to kiss Kelly and, with their touch, took back some of the lust that had been driving her mad and buried it for later.
Kelly stood and hugged her, sobbing her relief.

“Thank you,” Kelly whispered in Harley’s ear, “for not leaving me out of control, and for giving me the help when I was scared I wouldn’t be able to… you know, do it.”

“We can do ‘it’ when you want, now. Or you can choose not to do it. Let me know if your libido troubles you, I think I can help increase or decrease it.” Harley said.

“If you want to decrease it, then I think you should consider our clothing options!” Kelly said with a wry smile.

Kelly’s latex corset had survived better than Harley’s Halloween costume but they were both practically naked, as were the majority of the girls.

Harley summoned some more energy from her reserves and manifested a beautiful black lace gothic-style dress for Kelly, with matching platform boots.

Sandra’s eyes grew wide as she saw this and Harley could tell that there would be a long conversation about her new abilities, later.

Kelly smiled in relief. She looked down at Harley and said, a little uncertainly, like she couldn’t believe her eyes “Is that a willy in your hand, or are you just pleased to see me?”

Harley giggled.

“Ah, yes. This is a present that Sandra gave me!” Harley said.

“I hope she kept the receipt!” Kelly said.
Annie laughed.

“Are you sure you don’t want a willy?” Harley asked, “In fact…”

Harley turned to face all the girls, and she continued in a louder voice; “Who wants to go back to being a boy?”

“Are you kidding!” said Annie “I have never felt more alive, I’ve never felt more comfortable in my skin, I’ve never felt more me. I love being a woman!”

There was a small cheer from most of the girls. One or two of the eleven most recently transformed girls looked a little unsure.

“Girls,” Bella said, “we are in this together, we are sisters, and we will take care of each other, right Harley?”

“That’s right!” Harley said, “We stand together!”

Sandra said, “Well, that’s good… because I don’t have any way to change you into men, and I don’t think Harley does, either?”

“Well, no… but I never intended this to get out of hand like this. I would search for a way to restore anyone who was uncomfortable.” Harley said.

“It does you credit to be concerned about that, but frankly, the matrix you borrowed from me to guide the transformation, doesn’t really give much wiggle-room for ‘free choice’ or dysmorphia. You girls are going to love being female in ways that you cannot dream of now. Doing anything to change that will become unthinkable in a very short time. Frankly, given the forces that you were messing with… you were very, very lucky. Entire villages have been cursed for generations for less. The American government has been known to ‘nuke first and ask questions later’ in these circumstances.” Sandra said.

The girls who had been looking unsure before now looked pale.

Sandra went on; “Now… I am sure that there are showers upstairs, I, for one, could do with a hot shower, but I am willing to share. Some of you are looking a bit… sticky. Why don’t we just make do with towels for now? We might find that mother nature has provided for us in our hour of need. Let’s see what she has left in your closets?”

She gestured and a pile of fluffy bath towels flopped to the ground from thin air. The girls quickly grabbed a towel each, most of them wrapped a towel around themselves to cover their nakedness. One or two just flaunted their bodies, including the twins, Grace and Isobella. They held their towels over their arms and just wore a smile, and the remains of the succubus outfits Harley had made for them.

Sandra looked at them and nodded approvingly.

“Nice look, girls!” she said with an appreciative grin.

The twins preened at the attention.

“Shit!” Harley said, “What about the other boys upstairs?”

Annie went “Oh!”

“How many are left?” Harley asked.

Annie did a quick headcount.

“Four, I think.” She said, “There are twenty of the transformed girls here, plus you and Sandra. No, wait… Jack’s gone, so that makes three.”

“Ha, three boys living with twenty-two sex-crazed hotties… they will be the envy of all their friends for 5 minutes until they die with smiles on their faces that could not be surgically removed!” Charlotte said.

“That could be a problem…” Harley said “Dead bodies are even worse than disappeared people. Maybe I should take a few of the girls upstairs and see if we can’t, gently, wear down their resistance a little?”

“You’re not intending to change them?” Sandra asked.

Harley sighed. “I know it might be more expedient, but I don’t like making people’s personality and body change that way without good cause!”

“Even if you are making assholes into angels?” Annie asked, “Because, I guarantee they are no better than the rest of us, and they certainly don’t deserve special treatment because they were wanking in the bathroom when you came by!”

The rest of the girls were vocal in their agreement.

“I guess, if you can convince me that they want to be changed, then I can try and change them too.” Harley said, sounding very unsure.

“What will they do if you don’t change them?” Annie asked “They won’t have a moment’s peace if they stay here without changing!”

All the girls were heading towards the door now, Charlotte was trying to get the most recently changed girls to head to the front.

“They deserve to get a taste!” Charlotte chortled.

“Wait!” Harley said, “What about names!”

Annie said, “That’s right, girls. You can’t go around using your old names, now can you? You’ll feel better, knowing who you are.”

Charlotte got the eleven new girls lined up like a cross between a parade ground and an ‘American Pie: The sorority girls” movie.

The first girl was a pale blonde. Harley named her ‘Lily’ as she held her hand, she reached into her hidden reserve of energy and pushed a little more into the newly named Lily, she became the archetypal Swedish blonde.

Sandra’s eyebrow rose again, but she didn’t make a comment.

The next girl was a little stocky with short dark brown hair. Harley named her ‘Michaela’ and pushed energy into her. Michaela turned into a cute tomboy with tousled short hair.

‘Neve’ was next, she transformed into a redhead with a mass of curls and freckles.

‘Olivia’ was a slender black girl, until the extra energy gave her extra muscle tone and long thick black hair, she looked like a sports star or a superheroine. She unwrapped the towel and started flexing her muscles and checking her body out. The girls to either side of her stared in awe.

‘Penny’ was quite petite to begin with but the energy shrank her to below 5 feet tall and made her fine features take on an almost alien beauty. Her hair became black, like her irises and eyebrows, she smirked and her canines were strangely sharp. She looked Fae, not like a Tinkerbell fairy but like the incarnation of older magics. She giggled and her high pitched laugh sounded just a little crazed.

The next girl said “Nuh-uh, I see how this is going! The only girl’s name I can think of that starts with a ‘Q’ is ‘Queenie’ and that, for someone who was a guy 30 minutes ago is just… NO, nu-uh!”

“Ok” Harley said “How about… ‘Rachael’?”

Harley reached out and touched Rachael’s hand, the energy gave her an hourglass figure and raven curls like a pinup girl from the 50s. Rachael’s eyes went wide as her rapidly expanding bust caused the towel she had wrapped around herself to fall to the floor.

She went “Oopsie!” in a breathy voice, and her hands started wandering over her body, as if of their own volition. Rachael pulled her knees tight together as her knees buckled slightly.
“Ohhhh myyy…” she said in the same high pitched breathy voice.

The next girl looked a little nervous seeing Rachael’s transformation.

“Tina” Harley said, Tina stood up straighter, a little curvier and a little blonder, and looked a little relieved.

“Una” grew to a 5’11” supermodel-type, looking down her Aquiline nose at the other girls.

“Victoria” became a peaches and cream complexioned “English Rose”.

“Wendy” became a friendly-looking brunette with long hair and a big smile like Julia Roberts and a figure like Daisy Duke.

“Yasmin” Was already dusky-skinned, her eyes tilted more and her dark hair became glossier and wavy. She looked like a live action version of Princess Jasmine.

“Right” Charlotte said as she marshalled her ‘troops’ again. Rachael and Olivia moved to the front, Penny slid to the back and the girls headed upstairs.

-0-0-

Well, Sally and Tiffany lasted about 30 minutes before they begged to be turned into girls, now they are upstairs painting their nails with the others. Zoe, well… Zoe lasted 3 days and Harley wasn’t sure if he was enjoying himself before or if they like being tortured. Many of the girls seem to be completely different from the boys that they were before, but she didn’t know the boys before they changed.

Zoe seemed to be a masochist or submissive or something, and Harley didn’t know if that was influenced by them trying to resist the ‘encouragement’ that the other girls were giving him to accept the change. Pronouns were a problem when trying to figure this out.

Zoe had taken to wearing a gingham dress and a slave collar and often baked cookies for everyone in the kitchen. She would literally do anything any of the other girls suggested, which Harley had to put a stop to. Harley was disturbed by how turned on Zoe seemed to get from being humiliated and powerless.

Harley asked Sandra about why the girls were so different from who they were before and why they showed such startling differences between each other. Harley thought that they would all be essentially succubi feeding through her into Sandra, but Penny seemed to feed on Chaos, Annie devours knowledge and seemed to be getting smarter by the day. Sandra told Harley that they all seemed to be based on elements of different aspects of Harley.

“They are all human, mostly” Sandra assured Harley.

Harley was reassured, at first. But, over time she realised that the combination of her ability to perceive the lower dimensions and store energy in different forms there and her links to twenty girls who all used to be boys with an unhealthy obsession with obtaining power by torturing a summoned demon meant that she was in a remarkably unstable situation.

Each girl was, to be fair, a little unstable in her own unique way. Having the previously tortured demon living with them as well made the situation more unstable. Harley found it difficult to shake the feeling that she was living on the slopes of a metaphysical supervolcano.