Demonic Tutor

"What am I? What are you?"

"I am a succubus, Ted. Homo succubus, a sister species to humans and their sole surviving predator on this plane. You are something new."

"You did this to me though, right? You made me what you are?"

"I think Thea is a good name. Tina is also very pleasant to say. Tina sounds like it could be professional or very naughty. Thea makes you should distinguished. Maybe if you were more dominant, you could be a Thea."

"What was it? The scotch? Those weird red ice cubes?" Ted was starting to get annoyed with her changing the subject, but somehow his good mood was being enforced and he couldn't say anything.

"I think Tina. Tina Shapiro. Tina Levin Shapiro. Mrs. and Mrs. Tina and Jeannie Shapiro. That sounds very nice. Very jewish, yes? How is your wife? You made a baby last night, is she recovered from it yet?"

"You call what you did to me making a baby?"

"No, Tina, you knocked Jeannie up last night. I can tell, our people give off a scent; a special pheromone that is obvious to all of us after they've successfully mated. I had to have that gene added to you. Just in case you got my Tatiana with your children. Just in case I wanted you to put them in me."

"What?"

"Our people have been so few for so long. Tatiana was the first of us born in a century and the first of mine to live since before this continent was settled by Europeans. Her older sister lives in Vienna, a pianist and dominatrix."

"What? how? What?"

"You're very confused, you're trying to process all of this."

"I'm having a hard time of it." Ted took the covered tray that Victoria offered her and opened it. Half of the plate was a tomato and garlic salad and the other half something that looked like homemade ravioli. It was right then that she realized she hadn't eaten in over a day and began to feed herself using just her fingers.

Victoria watched Ted eat without touching her meal, her gaze part concerned observation and the other parts a sort of adoration and lust.

"Yes, Tatiana needs a sister and you could survive making me pregnant."

"You're implying her father did not."

"No and it was a mercy. Tatiana is an albino of my people and she would have killed him on her first nursing."

Ted processed this and realized exactly what she meant. Despite that, she didn't lose her appetite.

-

Ted, now Tina, returned home with few of the answers she wanted. She had been rewritten by science, technology and magic on a genetic level, infused with a hybrid of human and succubus DNA. Her pheromones had enslaved both Mira the delivery girl and Jeannie.

Victoria explained that the overdose of sex pheromones, combined with Tina feeding on her life force had badly damaged Jeannie's sanity. She had regretfully told Tina that Jeannie might never fully recover.

Ted looked into his den to see Jeannie sitting up and Mina sitting next to her. Mina was combing Jeannie's hair and giving her a bath with a wet washcloth.

Without prompting, Mira began to report, "She was lucid for a few minutes trying to say your name. I think it was you. You are Ted, somehow? Is it short for Thea or Theadora?"

Ted cocked a confused eyebrow at her and she somehow instantly knew to continue.

"She keeps trying to masturbate and she's groped me twice. She is obviously very horny. I would like to satisfy her if that is your wish."

Ted, now increasingly to himself Tina, licked her lips, 'Yes, Mira. Do what you must to keep your Mistress' wife satisfied. Is there anything else?"

"Miss Jeannie's mother called. I told her I was your housekeeper. Is this okay?"

Tina let out an audible grunt of disgust at the mention of Sonia Eisen, her mother-in-law. "Yes, that's great, actually. She might think better of me for hiring one."

"She said she was coming over this afternoon."

"What??" Tina panicked.

-

Sonia and Ari Eisen arrived at two. He was wearing an expensive shirt, suit-coat and pants; she, slacks and a smart blazer. Tina looked over at them as they entered as she had done as Ted hundreds, if not thousands of times. They had no idea who she was, Mira just let them in as Ted instructed.

Tina calmed herself and reached out towards Ari mentally. She felt for his mind with hers and concsiously began exuding pheromones. Ari immediately went into a slight daze, his eyes glazing over. Tina smiled to herself and changed targets.

Sonia Eisen glanced about and with an abruptness Tina (nor Ted) had never seen, grabbed her husband by the arm and excused themselves.

Tina didn't know exactly what happened, but she was glad to be rid of them.

-

Tina sat down and began to make lists of things she needed to do. At the top of the list was the phrase 'Tina Levin Shapiro.' By the end of the afternoon and a few large bills later, Ted was on her way to legally becoming Tina.

She had also hired Mira and after a heated discussion with Mira's parents, the owners of King China, had paid them a dowry, something that made Tina more than a little bit ill.

It was over dinner that Tina realized that the dowry for Mira meant she was entitled to marital rights. A moment after that, Tina realized that Victoria's succubus process had also altered her personality, as Ted would never have even considered taking such a liberty.

"Mira, I would like for you to clean my wife's pussy."

"Yes, ma'am." Mira finished chewing and went to the linen closet for a fresh washcloth.

"No, Mira. With your tongue."

Unnatural arousal surged through Mira. She started walking over to the sofa where Jeannie was seated when Tina interrupted her. "Crawl. Crawl to your sister and suck on her."

Mira lowered herself down onto her hands and knees and slowly made her way to Jeannie, slinking slowly across the floor, feline in demeanor. She looked over her shoulder at Tina and grinned, licking her lips, stalking like a cat until she reached Jeannie.

"Spread your legs," Tina ordered and Jeannie complied, sliding her ass forward on the sofa as well. Mira closed in on Jeannie's knees and softly kissed first one then the other. Mira made soft sucking kisses on Jeannie's thighs, slowly making her way towards Jeannie's center. Tina watched from across the room as life came back to Jeannie's face under Mira's ministrations.

Mira kissed her way to Jeannie's pussy and with her tongue, parted the lips slightly with her first lick. She worked at her sex so gently, Each lick not noticeably stronger than the last, but still slowly building in intensity. Using only her tongue and lips, Mira brought Jeannie closer and closer to the edge. Mira's tongue teased its way north from the bottom of Jeannie's slit until her angry red button at the top. Mira's tongue circled Jeannie's clit and as Tina watched in amazement, Jeannie moved her hands without being told to, gripping the blanket she sat on tightly.

Mira continued to tease and suck at Jeannie's clit and when she stopped for moment, as she moved away, Jeannie's womanhood convulsed and began to ooze a bit of Tina's day-old cum. Mira grinned over her shoulder at Tina and cupping her tongue, spooned all of the cum into her mouth.

Mira trailed her tongue along Jeannie's lips, teasing the opening to her sex with the tip and stabbing its length inside of her. Jeannie thrust her hips forward suddenly and Mira's mouth covered Jeannie's sex.

"Grab her hair, Jeannie, pull her into your cunt. I want to see you fuck her face like I fucked yours last night," Tina said and then was suddenly embarrased that she said it. The words and the embarrassment made her hard again and Tina stripped off the skirt and softly caressed her cock.

Jeannie complied and grabbed two handfuls of Mira's jet black hair and thrust her pussy into the chinese girl's open waiting mouth. Mira's tongue lapped at Jeannie's pussy roughly now, sucking as much of Tina's cum out of her as she could. Each time Jeannie had an orgasm, Mira got a mouthful. The entire thing made Mira hornier and hornier.

Tina stared down at Mira. She could smell her arousal. She needed to be inside of her, but was afraid of breaking Mira too. Tina didn't want a houseful of mind-broken sex slaves. What would the neighbors think?

Exercizing some semblance of control, Tina stayed in her chair, languidly stroking her rigid sex. Her fingers caressed the sides and pleasure rocketed through her. It had never felt this good to just jerk off before she was changed. Now it was electric, magical.

Mira lapped at Jeannie's sex now as Jeannie held her in place, cumming repeatedly. Unable to use words, she just gave guttural cries of lust as her body convulsed.

Mira, for her part, was playing with herself lewdly as she ate Jeannie out. Her ass high and her legs spread, she put on a slutty show for Tina.

The entire room built slowly to a massive simultaneous climax as Mira pushed her fingers into her sex and moaned into Jeannie's clit from the sensation. The vibration of Mira's voice pushed Jeannie over another cliff and she sprayed her juices into Mira's face which in turn caused Mira, aroused beyond her experience to have a body-wrecking orgasm. Tina stood up and as Mira was climaxing, Tina pulled her face off of a whimpering, squirting Jeannie and deposited a sizeable gobbet of cum in the delivery girl's mouth.

As the three of them lay on the sofa in a semblance of afterglow, Jeannie and Mira resting on each other, Tina resolved to ask Miss Malagasta how to avoid breaking her lovers' minds.

-

VIctoria strode through down the hardwood-floored hallway in a side-slit dress made simply from two six-feet long rectangles of silk, knotted at the shoulders and belted. Besides the dress and belt, her only other garments were a pair of tall heels. Tina followed along behind her, still in the discarded outfit from Jeannie's closet.

"It's simple, Tina darling. You decide not to drain them. The same as with dominating them."

"Dominating them?" Tina asked, shifting uncomfortably at the idea.

"Yes, what you did to the delivery girl. A delicious move, by the way."

Tina blushed at this, "it seemed like the right way to handle it. Jeannie needs a minder."

"A minder who eats pussy doesn't hurt," Victoria said with a decadent twinkle in her eye.

They passed several doors on either side of the long, subterranean hallway. On the walls, at various intervals were priceless works of art. There were hung a number of paintings, apparently by masters of the 19th and 20th centuries. Sculptures and suits of armor from Mesoamerica sat interspersed with priceless music memorbilia and the occasional movie prop. Tina gawked occasionally at a recognised item.

Eventually after hiking several hundred meters, they reached a double door that, when opened revealed an ornate wide staircase leading back up to the surface, ostensibly to another building on the grounds. They climbed up to ground level and Tina found herself in the living room of a spacious family home. There were windows and she could see the Malagasta Estate when she looked east. A table sat to one side with some chairs around it, while a massive display played the Elvis musical Viva Las Vegas. The sound of the King singing filled the downstairs.

As far as Tina could tell, there were no doors out of the house. She peeked aroud, searching for the way in from the yard, but couldn't see anything.

A white leather sofa with pastel pillows sat positioned to watch the movie and next to it, a canvas dropcloth protected the persian rug that sat underneath the entire affair. On the dropcloth, seated on a stool, painting on the canvas was a goth's fantasy.

The painter was a girl, 17 or 18 by Tina's estimation, with alabaster skin, white eyes and jet black hair that was kept in a pair of messy oxhorn buns on either side of her head. Her delicate hands moved rapidly without pause, forming with oranges and then reds an image of a bleak alien landscape. After several minutes with no sound other than the singing of Elvis in the movie, she finished the section and playfully tossed the brush into a hanging cup of water and turned to stand.

"Mother," she said, surprised. She stood up and stared at Tina. The only immediately obvious part of her eyes were tiny black dots for pupils. Her facial expressions were the polar opposite of her mother's in many ways, though the shape of their faces was so similar. She smiled at Tina broadly, without guile or seduction and extended her hand as if they were meeting on a cattle ranch.

"Hi, you must be Tina, I'm Tati."

Tina smiled and took her hand, shaking it. "You're... not what I expected."

"She's still recovering, mom?"

"Mother, Tatiana."

The girl rolled her eyes, "She's still recovering, mother?" She said the last word as two separate words, dragging the final 'r' out for a moment.

"Yes, dear. It's been less than a week."

"You look great," Tatiana said to Tina. "Hell, you're gorgeous, even if you're wearing someone else's clothing."

"How do you know I'm wearing-," Tina started.

"I can just tell. I somehow just know that she had sex in them and hadn't washed them since. And I know it isn't you."

Tina's mind raced at the information. Had Jeannie screwed Laura? Was Laura having an affair here? She concentrated on the clothing and realized that neither was true. Laura was just a slob. The revelation set her mind at ease and then once she thought for a moment started laughing.

"Tina, are you okay?" Victoria inquired, looking the smallest bit annoyed.

Tina attempted to straighten up, starting to say, "Yes, Ma'am," then catching Tatiana's eye started laughing again. Tatiana in turn started laughing and while her mother stood there staring at them, the pair nearly collapsed to the floor in a fit of giggles. Victoria stared down at them with a mildly disapproving look before finally breaking a smile and giving a laugh herself.

"I think you two will get on well."

-

Tatiana was bright, but had very little formal education besides basic math and being a voracious reader. Her mother's instructions on her education were very clear: Tatiana was to be made university-ready at greatest possible speed. This in mind, Tina set about with a reasonably intense regimen of mathematics and writing, having Tatiana spend no less than 3 hours a day at maths practice and five hours of writing.

Tina arrived early every day, her daily routine having become a mix of caring for her wife and educating Tatiana. She would leave around lunchtime daily and return before dinner to check on her writing. They would read over what she wrote each day and frequently Tatiana would continue writing or painting into the night.

Tina's list of worries expanded as she became friends with Tatiana. She never saw the girl eat much and she never spoke to anyone or socialized. She seemed lonely and sad to Tina and she never quite understood why the girl didn't try to escape. The topic came up abruptly a few weeks after they had started working together while Tina was eating a dinner of takeout Lebanese food, having just fed Jeannie (and fucked Mira).

"Want some of this? It's absolutely delicious."

"What is it?"

"It's like a gyro."

"What's a gyro?"

"It's a pita sandwich sort of thing. It's like a Middle Eastern taco."

"I- I've never had one."

"A gyro?"

"Or a taco."

"What?"

"I don't leave. I can't. I'd probably hurt people badly."

"Why? How?"

"I'm deformed," Tatiana's eyes started to well up with tears.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't keep myself from feeding on people and I can't keep myself from enthralling people."

"Enthralling?"

"Yeah making them my thralls. Dominating their minds. I just look at humans and they flock to me and offer themselves. Sexually. It's gross."

"Wait, you're a succubus and you think it's gross? Like, all sex?"

"Well mostly, yes. That's the other way I'm broken. I don't have much of a libido and I have a lot more empathy than mom thinks is healthy for one of our people."

Tina contemplated this. She realized that Victoria was right, she couldn't get attached to her food or she'd die. Too much empathy could kill one of them. That is why she'd changed Tina in that way too; she'd made her more callous so she could survive.

-

Victoria stared down at Tina's exposed ass, a fingertip caressing a line parallel to her cleft from the base of her spine nearly to her thigh. Tina was bent over the desk, as Victoria had instructed her to and was trembling.

"You are absolutely exquisite, Tina. It's hard for me to keep my hands off of you during these progress meetings."

Tina took another sharp gasp as Victoria caressed her inner thigh, tracing up to her pretty, hairless little balls and teasing her perineum. "Thank you, ma'am."

"We need to discuss some things," Victoria said as she continued to toy with Tina's nether regions. "Tatiana's progress, future plans and opportunities, your wives and your wardrobe."

Tina gave a sexy little yelp as she felt something cold and liquid on her quivering bum hole. "My wardrobe?" Her voice ended much higher than she'd wanted on account of Victoria's finger probing her bottom suddenly.

"Yes, you're wearing clothes from a discount retail department store. This lingerie costs what, three dollars?" Victoria asked as she removed her shrug to expose her breasts, one hand caressing her own nipples while she pumped a long, bronze finger in and out of Tina's ass.

"Is that bad? I had Mira pick me up some clothes, I didn't know what to buy," Tina let out a long moan and shuddered, a tiny dry orgasm coursing through her from the violation.

"It reflects poorly on you, darling. You should learn to shop for yourself as you're going to be a woman for a very, very long time," Victoria unfastened her skirt and let it drop, now wearing only a crimson leather corset and extraordinarily high heeled thigh high leather boots. She stopped playing with Tina's bottom and her nipples for a moment to insert the end of a V-shaped double-ended glass phallus into herself. She let out a low groaning gasp as she penetrated herself then drooling some more of the lubricant onto the other end, she took ahold of Tina's hips.

"I. I don't know Ma'am. I don't know how to shop for women's clothing." Tina then let out a quiet string of gasped profanity as Victoria entered her with the glass cock. She bucked back instinctively onto it, looking over her shoulder, her cheek pressed to Victoria's desk blotter as she watched her employer violate her ass. She felt her ass get warm for a moment and then the orgasms started, each one more intense than the previous. She carelessly splattered the hardwood floor with her seed.

Victoria ran a single nail softly down Tina's spine as she slowly pistoned the glass dick in and out of her bottom, she smiled down as she watched the submissive's cock spurt jet after jet of hot cum onto the floor of the office, her orgasms racing through her. "You're such a pretty girl when you cum, Tina. I will take you shopping. It wil be fun."

Tina nodded weakly, "We should take Tatiana out of the house."

"She's explained to you why this is dangerous?" Victoria asked, resuming her thrusts into Tina, her own orgasm now building, her nails digging into Tina's hips.

Tina nodded and bit her knuckle, the sight of which drove Victoria over the edge for some reason. She cried out in a language that Tina couldn't follow then partially collapsed, pressing her body into Tina's back, her breasts pressed into her shoulder blades. Kissing the back of Tina's neck, she cooed in her ear.

"She could easily be killed, Tina, something I cannot abide. I seem cold and to a human, I am, but I would die inside if she passed. She is so fragile and beautiful."

"I want to bring her takeout food from different places. That's it, to start with," Tina cooed contentedly, enjoying her boss pressed into her back and the toy still in her ass, shifting slightly with each breath.