Lily checked her reflection in the mirror, running her fingers down the side of her waist, turning to check her profile. The lacy sheer tank, see through save for a floral print design that hugged her skin connected to the push up bra, the top complimented by the matching forest green thong…it all should have made her feel sexy. Like a goddess. Instead, all she felt was silly. In her everyday life, Lily always dressed modestly, careful to maintain her professional persona. She wasn’t used to showing off this much skin. But what else could she do? She was desperate. Turning for the mirror one more time (and chasing away the thought that any sane man would want her), she took a deep breath and walked downstairs to her husband’s game room.

She quietly approached, the high heels she wore for the occasion tapping against the hardwood floor. Dylan was playing some shooter, chatting with his friends, drinking a beer. She walked behind his chair just as he died in the game, causing him to curse and throw up his arms, nearly smacking her in the face. Not a great start, but she pushed through. 

“Hey baby,” she cooed meekly, gently brushing her fingers across the back of his neck. “Are you almost done…I…I got you a little present at the mall during lunch today.” She tried to make her voice sound as sultry and seductive as she could.

It didn’t work.

He brushed her hand off his neck without even looking at her, like swatting away a fly. “Not now baby, our team is on a winning streak.”

And he went back to his game.

He didn’t. Even. Look.

Lily just stood there behind him for a moment, fighting back the tears, before turning around abruptly and stomping her way back upstairs. Just before she opened the door, she heard him from downstairs.

“Just my annoying wife. I don’t know, who cares what she wanted?” He laughed.

She slammed the door.

Falling onto the bed, Lily let the tears flow freely down her cheek, ruining the makeup she put on just for him. When was the last time he had touched her? Expressed any sort of interest in her at all? She wasn’t the most promiscuous girl, that was true. But she had needs. Even now, she felt the wetness between her legs, pressing against the lace fabric of her unnoticed and unappreciated thong. This wasn’t fair. She was desperate. Lily bit her lip and looked over to her phone plugged into the wall. She picked it up and arranged her pillows so she could lay comfortably on her back and scroll.

She just discovered Reddit a few months ago. Since then it had become a bit of an addiction. A dirty secret. She used it to post about her relationship, to ask for advice…and occasionally to watch porn that left her feeling disturbed and dirty after she was done.

Tonight she went to a relationship advice sub, and composed a post.

“My husband hasn’t touched me in months and I don’t know what to do. Tonight I even tried to seduce him with a new lingerie set I bought just for him, and he wouldn’t even look at me. I know I’m good looking, but this constant rejection just makes me feel so ugly and small. I’m desperate. Does anyone have any ideas how I can spice things up?” 

She submitted her post and leaned back, closing her eyes. Almost immediately, her phone dinged with a notification. She didn’t usually get responses that quickly, but she wasn’t complaining.

The notification was a DM request from a user named “his_willing_slave.”

”Hey there girl! I’m so sorry you’re in that situation, but I have an idea how to help. I tried this myself a few months ago, and it has CHANGED my life in so many blessed, amazing ways. I’ve got to warn you though, it’s not for the feint of heart. Do you think you have what it takes?”

The username gave her some pause, but Lily assumed it was just some sort of joke. She accepted the DM.

“I think so…” she started to type, before going back and deleting it. She suddenly felt a strange sensation pass over her, like a shadow passing across the moon. A confidence coming from somewhere, filling her chest and making the wet spot between her legs seem to grow.

“Yes. I do have what it takes. I’m desperate for change, for excitement. I’ll do anything.”

“his_willing_slave” started to type a response.

“Good girl,” (why did reading that phrase make Lily’s nipples perk up?) “I can tell you mean it. He is going to be so so pleased to have a new disciple.”

That last comment should have made Lily press the block button. Obviously this girl messaging her was out of her mind. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. That same sensation washed over her, compelling her to continue reading. 

“It’s simple really. All you need are six candles. Arrange them in front of your bathroom mirror. Turn off the lights, and as soon as the clock strikes midnight, light them one at a time, going from left to right in a line. And recite these lines as you do.”

Lily read the rest of the post as her vision started to dim. The rational part of her brain told her this was absurd. But that voice was just a whisper now. It was like someone…some thing was actively pushing the old Lily away from the controls. And it was winning. She felt moisture dripping down the inside of her thighs as her body seemed to move on its own. She typed a quick reply (“yes mistress, as you command”) and walked into the bathroom, gathering the candles from under the sink. It was like an out of body experience, like she was watching herself from above as she arranged them. At least it would have been like that, if it weren’t for the fact that she could feel everything. The fabric rubbing against her naked skin. Her erect nipples scratching agaisnt the bra. Her neglected pussy dripping through her thong. The waxy feel of the candle, pain waiting to be unleashed by fire. She turned out the light, checking the time on her phone. It struck midnight.

She didnt even need to read the DM to remember the lines. It was like she knew them her whole life. She lit the first candle, then the next, and the next. Her mouth moving on its own.

“By the candle light I call to him. By the fire I submit to him. At the witching hour I invite him in. In the night I worship him. In the dark I let him change me. In the void I let him claim me as his own.”

She recited the final line and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The candle light bounced off her skin, making her look…good. So good. Lily had never had much attraction to women in the past, but she was actually getting turned on as she checked herself out. Then that familiar feeling returned. A shadow passing over her. Without warning, an inaudible gust of wind pushed her hard against the sink as the candles abruptly extinguished. 

Lily’s heart threatened to pound out of her chest as she frantically flipped on the light switch. As suddenly as the sensation had taken over her, now it was gone. She was herself again. She let out a little chuckle. This was ridiculous. Of course it was. She felt ashamed, dirty, disgusted with herself like she had just watched some forbidden taboo filth to get herself off. She gathered up the candles and returned them to their spot below the sink before returning to bed.

She thought about scrolling Reddit some more, but suddenly found herself exhausted. Besides, Dylan would probably be up to bed soon. She turned out the light and drifted into a fitful sleep. 

She woke up suddenly. She wasn’t alone. She felt him slide next to her on the bed. 

“Hi baby,” she said. It was Dylan (who else?). She felt him wrap his arms around her, running his fingers up her stomach, sliding luxuriously along her lingerie, grabbing a handful of her tits and squeezing. 

“Mmmmm what’s gotten into you?” She asked, grinding her ass back agaisnt him to show him she liked it. She wanted it. She needed more. Her hand traced along his forearm, feeling his strong muscles beneath the skin. Had Dylan been working out? As she moved her ass back against him, she felt his cock, hard as a rock and throbbing agaisnt her skin. Jesus it was hard. Usually it took him longer than this to get a rise. And was he always that…big?

She didn’t have time to think too hard about it as his hand left her breasts, his fingers gently wrapping around her throat and squeezing while his other hand forced her legs apart, teasing her soaking wet clit through the ruined thong. She kept grinding back against the impossibly hard cock, pushing up her hips and settling them back down so that it slid between her legs as he peeled her tong to the side, sliding his fingers along her slit before pushing one inside her, eliciting a moan. 

Thoughts flashed through her head and were gone just as quickly, her body too on fire to think straight. Dylan was never this aggressive. Dylan wasn’t this strong. Dylan wasn’t this good with his fingers. Dylan wasn’t that big. Dylan wasn’t half the man he was. 

Instead, she just kept rocking her hips back and forth, reaching down to tease the swollen cock head between her legs and fucking herself on his fingers, feeling his grip on her neck tighten, hearing him growl in her ear.

“Tell me you want it and I’ll change your life forever. Beg for it.”

She wasn’t herself. She could barely breathe. Could barely think. She just knew she wanted it. More than anything. Wanted to be used. Hurt. Destroyed. Ruined. Changed. But most of all, she felt an overwhelming desire…compulsion, to serve the monster cock between her legs. To earn its cum. 

“Pleaseeeee,” she moaned, feeling him slip another finger insider her, feeling herself soak down his forearm. 

“I want it,” she panted, “I need it! Fucking destroy me! Pound me into this bed like a little slut.”

She moaned as a third finger forced instead inside her. She started stroking his cock (Jesus, how big is that thing?) feeling precum leaking between her fingers.

“Swear to serve me,” he growled. The rational part of Lily wanted to scream how off this all was, but she wasn’t at the phone right now, please leave a message at the beep.

“I swear to serve you, master!”

Without warning, he grabbed her hips and threw her down onto the bed, making her gasp. Her ass was sticking straight up into the air and her face was pressed into the pillow. She felt his fingers reaching under the straps of her thong, felt his weight shift and let out a squeal as he tore them clean off her body in one swift motion. She felt the head of his cock pressed hard against the threshold of her soaked pussy, felt him push it…force it inside her as his fist grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her face deeper into the mattress. She came immediately, her body writhing uselessly under his firm, commanding grip. She felt him fill her. Like she had never been filled before. His cock pressed into her unrelentingly, impossibly thick and long, hitting spots inside her she didn’t know existed. It hurt in a beautiful, terrible way.

It went on forever as she writhed and screamed underneath him, feeling her body go limp and her mind wipe clean. He grunted and pushed his hips forward, finally forcing the entire length of him inside her, pinning her to the bed by his cock as she continued to cum uncontrollably, harder than she could ever remember.  

She came for what felt like an eternity, her body finally settling as much as it could with a monster cock impaling her.

He leaned in close, pulling back on her hair and arching her neck back as she hung limp like a broken doll.

“Good girl. Now it’s my turn.” 

Pushing her face back down into the pillow, he pulled his cock out of her newly stretched pussy until just the swollen head was still inside her. Then he shoved his hips forward, taking the air from her lungs as she felt his impossible size fill her again. He pulled back again, and forced it back in, slightly faster. Again. And again. And again. Each time picking up the pace. Each time pounding her harder, deeper, faster. 

Thoughts entered her head and came out of her mouth before she could filter them as he grunted and continued his relentless assault.

”Fuck yesss use me! This is my fucking purpose! I’m a set of holes, I’m your holes, do anything to me, I’d sell my soul for your cock. I’m your whore, your slave, your disciple! Ruin my life, ruin my body, it’s yours yours yours!”

He picked up the pace, pounding her into the bed so hard she wondered if it would break. The pain and pleasure mixed in her mind until she couldn’t tell the difference between them. She felt her pussy start to tighten again, knew she would cum soon, knew it would be even more intense than the last time. She could sense he was close too, hear his breath getting shorter, feeling his thrusts becoming more frantic and desperate. 

“Once I cum inside you, you will be mine forever” he panted at her, his words like gravel in her ear. 

She felt that nagging sensation of the old Lily trying to warn her, telling her that Dylan never came inside her, telling her that this was wrong, telling her to run.

The new Lily told her to fuck off.

“Yessss master! Pump your fucking load into me! Drench me, flood me, take me, own me! Baptize me with your hot fucking cum! My soul, my body, my life, are yours! Fuck your cum into me!”

With that, she felt him pull her up again, wrapping his arms around her chest and holding her tight to his as he let out a bestial roar. She felt it explode, deep, deep inside her. She came, screaming and writhing in his arms as she felt his cock pulsing, as she felt his seed erupting inside her, as she felt his warmth spreading through every single inch of her body, changing her, replacing something that had just vacated the premises. She was on fire from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. This was her purpose. This is what she had been missing out on. This was her new drug. 

Finally, with one last satisfied grunt, he released his grip on her body and slowly pulled his still throbbing cock out of her.

Lily collapsed face first onto the bed as he stood up and walked into the bathroom. She lay there, catching her breath, feeling more satisfied than she had in ages, feeling where his fingers had dug into her skin, feeling how sore she was already between her legs, feeling his cum slowly dripping out of her. Naively, her rational mind started to tick again, telling her that Dylan must have really enjoyed her lingerie after all. She rolled over to talk to him, and found herself staring into an empty bathroom.

Just then, a shaft of light broke through the darkness as Dylan stumbled into the room drunk. Lily’s mind was racing, trying to put the pieces together as he stripped down to his boxers and collapsed into bed without even a word to her. Within seconds, he was snoring.

Lily lay on her back, heart beating so loud she thought it would wake her husband up, trying to make sense of it. A dream? A hallucination? It couldn’t have been real?

As she contemplated, her hands trailed down in between her legs. She froze when she felt the cum leaking out of her. With just a moment’s hesitation, she pushed it back inside herself with her fingers, letting out a scared whimper of a moan as she did.