Incorporation Ch. 03

How frustrating! There must be a solution, but in the urgency of the moment, she just couldn't think of anything. It was clear that she would need more help, of the demonic persuasion. She would need to summon more demonesses of the first circle, even if she was loath to do so. She must build up a loyal cadre to protect her during these fragile times, or both she and her lover were doomed.

The door flexed on the far side of the room as it opened silently, the burnished gold figure of Skyline tiptoeing through. She was obviously being cautious, but even with the unearthly light that glowed from her armor, it would be impossible for her to spot Sapphis.

Pretending that she had seen nothing, Selene continued to tap at her keyboard until the heroine had stepped all the way into the room. Sighing, she folded her hands, tensing her legs. It was almost time to fight.

Skyline tilted her head, peering at Selene's shadowy figure. "Why so dark, Selene? Are you having problems with your lighting?"

"No," said Selene shortly, speaking briefly to disguise the sound of her voice. "You are."

She lifted a taloned finger into the air, and the wall exploded into a flurry of tentacles. Skyline spun in a blur, her spear lifting up to intersect the juicy end of a fat tentacle. The purplish blob bifurcated, spattering over her armor like grape jelly.

At the same time, a glass bottle smashed against her breastplate, the liquid inside splashing over her face. Sputtering, she charged the wall, her spear impacting with a thud. The demoness laughed, her writhing body shifting along the wall like a painting as she vanished into the shadows.

The heroine tugged as hard as she could, but her spear was well and truly stuck in the wall. Selene chuckled, a low, throaty growl. This was her opening.

She stood, advancing on the heroine confidently, swaying her hips to show off her immense dick. "You couldn't know what you were up against when you invaded my demesne. Without any intelligence, how could you possibly win?"

"You are overconfident," declared Skyline, eyes narrowing as she turned to face this new threat. She flexed her fists. "I don't need my spear to beat you."

Twisting her fingers into an arcane symbol, she brought her wrists together and began to chant. A flickering flame appeared between her hands, brought to life by her force of will. It blossomed into a fireball, the rotating ball of energy crackling as if alive.

She thrust her hands outwards, towards Selene. The fire whooshed, settling around her crown of horns like a mantle. Selene grinned wide, her face looking ghastly under the flickering surface of the licking flames. "Your powers aren't magical in nature. How annoying. "

Skyline frowned, confused by the ineffectiveness of her power, but this didn't hold her up for long. She rushed forward in a headlong charge, leading with her armored shoulder. Selene wasn't ready for the sudden aggressiveness, losing her balance as the hard plating slammed against her chest.

Pain blossomed in one of her breasts, though much of the blow was caught by the armored ridge that had grown around them. She wheezed as air was forced from her lungs, falling to the ground in an ungainly heap.

Skyline took advantage of her fall, slamming her fists into any soft part she could find. Torso, ribs, shoulders, jabbing between any bony growth with all of her strength. Selene roared, but found to her surprise that the blows weren't painful. Instead, her body felt alive, sparks of pleasure flashing from each hit.

This caused problems of its own, as her libido suddenly became unmanageable. Skyline was on top of her, pounding away, and all she could think about was pounding her. Her dick flopped upwards, perilously close to the superhero's snatch, except for all of that pesky armor!

Grabbing the superhero's hips, she pushed her up into the air, interrupting her rhythm of blows. Setting one of her hooves against Skyline's belly, she thrust outwards with tremendous force. As the woman was bodily tossed at the wall, she caught an unexpected glimmer of fear in her eyes. Finally, something had broken her aura of smugness.

Instead of smashing into the reinforced tile, her body almost seemed to bounce, the energy of the impact reverberating in a black hole that had suddenly coalesced on the wall. Skyline grappled for her spear, but it was too late. Hundreds of tiny black tendrils erupted from behind her, wrapping themselves around her armored form.

She groaned, eyes rolling as one of the tentacles infiltrated her mouth. Her chest heaved, armor flexing under the tremendous force being applied by the grasping, purple tendrils. Their smooth heads slipped into the gaps between the armor plates, squeezing underneath until they were pressing against the heroine's body.

She writhed, clearly out of her mind, desperately trying to escape the trap laid by the gothic demoness. Her strength appeared useless, like a fly struggling in a spider's web.

The purple tendrils tightened, squeezing all over her body. Her armored shell began to fragment, pieces dropping to the floor with heavy clanks. Soon, she was naked but for her tiara, the tentacles wrapping her up like a gift.

Her body moved outwards from the wall as Sapphis rematerialized. It was only now that Selene could see the arching tendrils which had exploded from a bulbous growth on the demoness' back. A neat trick.

"She is yours to do with as you please, Master," hissed the demoness in satisfaction. "Do you wish to have her? She is a fine conquest. Her skin is succulent and she is in excellent shape."

Selene jumped to her feet, examining the multitude of bruises the heroine had left on her body. They stung so good, the burning pleasure carrying her over to the bound woman, her hooved feet clacking ominously against the tiles. With a taloned hand, she grabbed Skyline's chin, forcing her to look upon her transformed visage.

"I don't know what you expected to find here," she hissed with her split tongue, "but I cannot allow you to report what you have just seen. I have no choice. You will belong to me."

Whether or not she was still trying to convince herself, it didn't matter. This had to be done. She wanted this anyway. Giving in to her desires felt so damn good.

"Hold her," she ordered the demoness, looking over Skyline's shoulder. "I will give her my gift."

The demoness did as she was told, tendrils sliding away from the woman's privates to reveal her inner lips, small suckers at the tips of the tendrils pulling them open to reveal her gaping tunnel. Selene stared at her snatch hungrily. "Rejoice, for I do not believe in torture. Only pleasure, eternally."

She stepped forward, sinking her hungry cock inside the terrified woman. Her tunnel seemed awfully small, but after a few thrusts, she began to fit. Whether that was because the woman was able to accommodate her, or if she was being changed to fit her dick, it didn't matter. It felt wonderful to dominate this woman.

Grunting, she rolled her chest forward, pressing the tips of her swollen nipples against the other woman's breasts. "Feel my turgid length inside you," she hissed, licking the woman's cheek. "Fiery and thick, filling you to the brim. You need me to give you all of my seed. You want me to give you every last drop."

The woman shook her head, her haughty countenance crushed by the power of Selene's presence. Oh, how the mighty had fallen! Skyline was becoming nothing more than a slut whore for her expanding harem.

Skyline watched in horror, unable to say anything as a purple tentacle plunged in and out of her mouth. Selene frowned. This was all going well, but somehow it wasn't as satisfying as it should be. "Release her mouth," she ordered Sapphis, pumping her dick into Skyline. "I want to hear her screams of pleasure."

Sapphis chuckled, in a low and throaty voice that made her dick even harder. Damn, she would definitely be seeking out the demoness for another fuck later. She had only experienced one taste, but already found her intoxicating.

Focus, Selene. One fuck at a time.

The purple tentacle swelled, the end bulging within the heroine's throat. It pulsed as it extracted itself, forcing Skyline to lift her head upwards as it pulled free, a massive bulge at the end. Selene was impressed - that had been buried inside the heroine's throat?

Her head flopped, like a wet fish. Selene kept up the pumping, jamming her length as far as she could into the superhero's tight snatch. "Have you ever been ravished before?" she asked roughly, palming the woman's breasts in her hands. She wanted to feel every inch of her conquest as she fucked her silly.

Skyline twisted her lips, staring at Selene with contempt. "A foolish villain like you cannot hope to succeed," she gasped, fighting back a moan. "You can take my body, but you can never have my mind."

Sucking in her cheeks, she opened her mouth and tried to spit. The globule of saliva dribbled from her lips, dripping onto her chin. Selene laughed, pressing herself in closer to change the angle of her fucking.

"If you're the best they have, I doubt there will be any challenge."

She shrugged. Perhaps it actually was better when the heroine's mouth was stuffed full. "If you don't have anything worth saying, suck on this."

Grunting, she flexed one of her tails, flipping the end over to show the tip to Skyline. It was heart shaped and bulbous, looking as though it was made out of purple rubber. When the superhero tried to reply, she took the opportunity to jab it between her lips.

Skyline made incoherent sounds as the makeshift gag filled her mouth. "You don't have to say anything. I know you're enjoying this."

Clenching her butt muscles, air flowed inside her tail, pumping up the rubbery end until it filled the superhero's mouth. A useful trick, that. She would have to thank Karyssa for showing it to her later. After she killed the demoness for stealing her lover.

The heroine mumbled, her cheeks puffing out. From her expression, it was probably some kind of curse word. No matter, it was inconsequential. Whatever she had to say could wait until after she had been thoroughly fucked.

More interested in her tail, Selene focused on the tight knot. Curious about the strange sensations, she squeezed it in her mind, shocked to find that the gag had deflated a little. That wasn't what she had intended - she wanted it fully inflated. Air hissed through her tail, and the tip grew again, as big as it had been before.

Clearly, something had happened, however, as Skyline had swallowed something, her eyes rolling uncontrollably. Had she... drugged the other woman? There was too much she didn't know!

"Sapphis," she hissed. "After this, we are going to take a slow walk through all of my abilities, one by one. I can't afford to miss a trick if I am to be your Master."

"Of course, Master." the gothic demoness replied with a soft chirp. "I would love to help you explore yourself. Intimately."

Selene waved a hand. Of course the demoness wanted more sex. She was willing to provide it, too, if she could get answers.

There was no time for more of those, now. Her penis was vibrating again, locked inside Skyline's pussy. She was close to climax, and didn't want to miss a beat.

Skyline had closed her eyes, humming a pleased sound at each thrust. She was just like the others. Her dick was a magical rod. As soon as she inserted it, women went weak in the knees, becoming hers. It was an addicting feeling, being in control.

All of the foolish superheroes who stood in her way would abase themselves before her and ride her dick. Submitting to her was their true destiny.

The rhythmic fucking had neared its end, her dick proud and ready to produce. Ramming it in half way, she licked Skyline's cheek with her forked tongue as her rod began to jerk. One pulse, two, the climax spurting inside her conquest.

Breaking in a new slut was the sweetest fuck of all. She froze, holding the other woman in place as her dick drained within her. Skyline groaned, a long, drawn out sound that finally petered out. She had been fully dominated.

Blinking her eyes open, Skyline tilted her head up, taking in the scene. "What is happening to me?" she whispered.

She shook her head as her chest swelled larger. "No, no," she whispered, protesting as her eyes turned yellow. The pupils lengthened under Selene's watchful gaze, taking on the characteristic signs of demonic corruption.

Skyline howled, her feminine wail dropping until it had smoky undertones. Tiny horns beaded on her forehead, swirls of corruption tracing down her cheeks. Selene grinned, showing her teeth. The heroine was well on her way towards becoming one of her servants.

Her grin became a frown. Turning the superhero wouldn't solve all of her problems. She didn't actually know what she was doing. So far, she had simply allowed herself to be literally led around by her dick, and she knew that needed to end, soon. She needed to be in control.

She threw up a hand, pointing at the fallen heroine with a talon. She didn't quite know what path to take, but knew that a decision needed to be made, for good or ill. "Take her," she commanded. "Mold her, break her. Make Skyline mine."

Sapphis snapped her fingers, and a leather collar materialized in her hands. Whispering in the humiliated superhero's ears, she wrapped it around her neck, cinching it tight. This was soon followed by a chain which linked to a ring built into the collar. Skyline moaned, slumping against the floor.

"Very well. I will take care of her, Master," bowed Sapphis. "I will ensure she understands. I will work on her, and she will soon accept the truth of her new existence."

Selene watched the fallen heroine with a sour expression. If Sapphis hadn't been able to defeat her, Selene's life would have been forfeit. Did she really trust the demoness enough to give her custody over Skyline?

Trust. It seemed like such a precious commodity since she had been transformed. She needed to trust someone, or nothing would ever get done. She was only a single demoness, after all.

It was at that moment that it hit her. Acceptance. She had been changed, and it didn't appear possible for her to go back. This was her, and she would embrace this power. Warts and all.

Besides, she couldn't imagine giving up fucking all of the beautiful women surrounding her. Her dick was already swelling again, ready for another round. Her endless horniness must be sated. Her servants were always ready to service her.

"Yes," she said slowly, tilting her horned head regally and growling as she massaged her bruised chest, cupping a breast to savor the pain. "Show her what it means to be like us."