Potential Ch. 03

Master hadn't even bothered undressing her. He'd just grabbed her by the neck, thrown her up against the wall and fumbled with his belt until his pants had fallen to the ground and his cock was parting her wet folds. She was suddenly thankful that she'd only worn a skirt; from now on, she knew, she would always dress to give Master the easiest access possible.

She'd cum and cum and cum again. The moment he'd said her name, she'd realized who she was, what she was. She was a possession - nothing but a fucktoy for Marty, nothing but a sex doll for her Master.

His orgasm hadn't been far behind as he hissed and grunted, filling her with his seed. It was the first time, but both of them knew that it wouldn't be the last. As soon as he was done, Mandi fell to her knees, taking his softening cock inside her mouth, licking and sucking both their juices off his perfect phallus.

"Bigger tits," he mused, and Mandi's eyes had opened in shock as her boobs obediently grew in size. "Longer hair too," he added, and a strange sensation traveled through her scalp as her Master's commands became reality.

A shockwave of pleasure ran through her entire body as she realized that Master not only controlled her actions, he controlled her very flesh. If he ordered her to grow a pair of cat ears, she had no doubt that she would. She was entirely his: Body, mind, and soul.

They'd fucked half a dozen more times that day, Marty adjusting her body each time they did. She took him in her ass, her mouth, and two more loads inside her pussy. She was dripping with sweat and arousal when he glanced at the clock and realized it was time to open the club.

"Get ready," he panted. "You're up tonight."

To her surprise, he'd changed her back to her original appearance, leaving only her new tits and ass (just as pert and perfect as it had been in her dreams). She shivered with nervousness, and Master leered at the sight of his old foe's agitation.

"Too good for the stage, are you? We'll see, you little slut."

A watery smile had crossed her face at the term of endearment. He slapped her on the ass and told her to get out there.

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Marty sweated as Devlin held him up by the neck.

"Mandi," Devlin said softly, his eyes traveling up and down Mandi's new body. "Interesting."

"Isn't it?" Marty said, immediately regretting his decision to chime in as Devlin's attention shifted back to him.

"I could break you, you know," the demon growled, and Marty nodded his head frantically.

"You could," he confirmed. "You could you could you could. But let me ask you this - what happens if you do? You don't know how it was done. Maybe she stays as Mandi, maybe Amanda comes back. Maybe she's pissed, and maybe she doesn't care who did it.

"I know you could break me, but do you think you could take a Protector? Even if she's not fully-formed, do you think you could take her, one-on-one?"

There was a pause as Devlin narrowed his eyes, thinking about Marty's words. Slowly, cautiously, he lowered the rat-faced man, and nodded.

"Very well," he said. "What do you want for her?"

Marty reached up to his neck, thankful it wasn't broken.

"She's not for sale," he replied, and Devlin raised one eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"She's not for sale," Marty repeated, and even through the fog that had fallen over her once-sharp mind, Mandi could tell that this wasn't something her Master was interested in negotiating.

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The crowd cheered as Mandi's top fell to the ground. Since that first night, she'd been trained by the best, and now she was a master at seduction. She knew how to milk the crowd for money, and she worked every tool in her repertoire to cause the bills to fly in her direction.

Not that she saw any of it, of course. The money went to Master...as it should. He provided her with room and board, and in return...she danced.

She danced, she served his every need, and she pleasured the other dancers. Plus any demons who paid enough for the pleasure. And she kept the club clean, of course.

To her surprise (and his), Master had slowly become less interested in other women. After discovering that no matter what they did, Mandi literally never wore out, other women had suddenly grown less attractive. Soon, he was even turning down advances from the other strippers, those wanting more stage-time or better shifts.

It had been weeks since Master had slept with anyone else. The pleasure he gained from his perfect fucktoy whose form he could change with a word, whose enthusiasm, passion and joy never diminished - no one could compete with that.

And, of course, the triumphant feeling he got from controlling a Protector. He'd lusted after her for so long; he'd put so much effort into taking her, and she'd spent so long thwarting his advances.

Now, his old adversary was his. In every sense of the word - she was his to do what he pleased with, she was his perfect little toy. He owned her, as completely as any human could own another.

No, more than that: he owned her as completely as any human could own anything.

Mandi was his.

Pulling down her soaked thong, Mandi exposed her wetness to the adoring crowd. She was careful not to drip on-stage; not everyone had her precision and reflexes, and one time she had left the stage covered with her juices, almost causing an accident as the next dancer had slipped.

Mandi had more than made it up to her, and both of them had struggled to walk the next day. But she'd been careful not to do it again.

As more money flew in her direction, she blew kisses to some of her regulars, desperately trying not to cum. As Marty had grown more and more monogamous, he'd become more possessive. He didn't stop her from fucking her regular clients, of course - he wasn't stupid - but she wasn't allowed to climax without his vocal permission. It was sometimes a challenge, especially during a particularly good show, but Mandi was nothing if not obedient.

She staggered off-stage and back into the greenroom, where she was met by a number of predatory smiles. The other dancers knew that after a show, Mandi was at her most turned on, and ever since she'd accidentally let it slip that she wasn't allowed to get off without Marty present, they'd made good use of the unique way to torture the young bimbo.

As the dancers forced her to her knees she began going down on Larissa, and two of the other girls started gleefully playing with her needy pussy and ass.

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Mandi's heart soared at Marty's response to Devlin. Master valued her. She hadn't felt this good since he'd first said her name - her true name - and washed away everything that she had been before. She wanted to fall to her knees and worship him, but she knew better than to interrupt Master while he was speaking, so she continued to stand there, silent and nude, letting the men speak.

Devlin continued to press, offering whatever Marty wanted - power in the demon realm, power on earth, control of Antioch, wealth beyond his wildest dreams. His ears perked up as the offers got more abundant, but he held fast; he'd spent too long lusting after his new pet, and he wasn't going to give her up.

At least, not entirely.

Marty being Marty, he had soon wrangled a deal. In exchange for spreading the word about his new possession - and a substantial chunk of cash - Devlin would have access to Mandi whenever he wanted, as long as she never left the club.

"Leave us," Devlin rumbled, and after a moment of hesitation, Marty left the room. Devlin called the naked girl to him, and she came running, as quickly as she could in heels.

The massive demon looked intensely into the shivering girl's eyes, and she felt like he was staring into her very soul.

"Are you okay?" he said gently, and in response, she smiled.

"I've never felt better."

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"Hang on, girls," Candy said, poking her head around the door. "Private dance."

The girls groaned good-naturedly; a toy was poking out of each one of Mandi's holes, and she was urgently moaning with need. One of Master's changes had been to make her hyper-orgasmic, and being penetrated was a particular trigger. Refraining from cumming had been near impossible, but she knew she had to.

It was an order, and she had to obey.

All the focus, all the drive her Potential had given her - no matter how much Master changed her, it stayed, as her strength and stamina had. It just had a new purpose; servitude.

"Go on, twitchy" Starla said, slapping her ass. As Mandi got close and closer to a forbidden orgasm, every fiber in her body twitched and shook, as she fought against her desperate desire to cum.

"Please..." she begged, unable to think, barely able to stand, her eyes glazed over with need. It took her a few seconds to recover, to calm down enough to remember who she was and what she was doing.

She was Mandi, the prized stripper slut of Marty's Club. She existed to serve her Master, and that meant doing the best job she could possibly do.

Her bubbly smile slowly returned as she reflected on her perfect life. She slipped on a set of lingerie, throbbing with anticipation as she knew how much her client would enjoy seeing her take it off. She swayed down the hall, expertly placing one foot in front of the other. Even though she was alone, her movement, her entire body screamed sex.

She entered Room #2, and was delighted to see three men inside. Partially because she loved getting as many people off as possible at once, partially because it meant that she was earning money for the club as efficiently as she could, but mostly because of who was standing in front of her. Devlin, the blond demon...and her Master.

"Hello," Master smiled at her, and a surge of pleasure ran through every bone in her body. She looked at the floor, suddenly shy. Even after everything they'd been through, her Master still made her feel too nervous to make eye-contact, such was her desperation to please and obey him.

"You remember Togin, don't you?"

Mandi looked at the blond demon and cocked her head to the side. Anything before the day in the office sort of blurred together, but she remembered images. Had they fucked? No, that didn't seem right. She'd definitely seen him naked.

The look of confusion on her face caused Marty to speak up.

"Of course you don't, you stupid slut. You barely remember your own name."

"Mandi!"

Marty sneered at her enthusiastic response.

"I wasn't asking you, you stupid fucking whore. Just stand there and look pretty."

A look of relief washed over Mandi's face. That was something she was good at. She tuned out as the men spoke about whatever important things men spoke about; Devlin was saying something about the succubus finally deserving his reward, and that Marty really didn't need to be there.

"I'm not trusting a succubus alone with my most precious possession," Marty snapped in response, and another warm flush passed through Mandi's body at his words. He gestured for her to take her clothes off - normally she would strip slowly and seductively, but she could read her Master, and he was growing impatient.

Within a few moments she was standing there naked. Devlin and Master continued to argue back and forth even as they removed their clothes, and soon she was on all fours between them. The size of Devlin's cock still surprised her, even after it had been down her throat so many times. It was proportionate to the rest of him; thick, huge, intimidating. Master eyed it with distrust, but she squeezed her pussy around his own cock reassuringly, and he relaxed, and began slowly fucking her.

The blond just watched, until Devlin's words coaxed a nod out of Marty, and he gave his permission. The demon slowly removed his pants, and Mandi was excited to see his cock was already hard, his purplish head throbbing in anticipation.

Not that Mandi was ever unexcited to see a cock.

She shivered with pleasure as he slowly slid his erection into her already-lubed asshole. Soon the three cocks were sliding in and out in unison, plunging into her simultaneously and leaving her feeling full, unable to breathe, unable to think of anything but the two demons and her Master, knowing that her body was giving them the ultimate pleasure that she could give them.

Mandi wanted to twist her head around and use her eyes to desperately plead with her Master to let her cum. She was intensely shivering and shaking, and knew that if she didn't cum soon...well, she didn't know what would happen.

As if he could read her thoughts, Marty's lips split in a lustful grin, and he began gently taunting her.

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"Mmmmfff..." Mandi replied, and he cackled with delight in response.

"To think, just three months ago you were such a high-and-mighty bitch, so demanding, so proud. 'Fuck off and die, Marty' - that's what you used to say to me."

Mandi's eyes widened in shock. She knew she didn't remember much about her life before Master had named her, but she was sure that she would never have addressed him so disrespectfully, so cruelly.

Serving him was her life. It was all she'd ever wanted, all she would ever want. If she couldn't dance, if she couldn't serve her Master, she thought she would die.

"Mmmf," she repeated, looking desperately up at Devlin, wishing she could talk to her Master, wishing she could beg his forgiveness.

"I'm close," Devlin grunted.

"Me too," the blond piped in.

"Okay then, my little slut," Marty said with a leer. "You can cum."

Marty's words felt like a dam breaching - wave after wave of orgasm began to course through her entire body as she came, again and again and again. She completely forgot who she was, what she was - in that moment, she was just a spasming series of muscles as every part of her tensed and released, triggering orgasms in the three men using her body for their pleasure.

"Oh!" the succubus said, and even through his own orgasm, Devlin looked at him sternly.

When Mandi became aware of the world again, the three men were re-dressing, pulling up their pants and awkwardly avoiding eye contact with each other.

"Mmmmm..." she said, unable to form words. The orgasm had been building up most of the day, and now that it was done, she felt like a wobbly pile of goo. "Mmmm..."

"Come on," Master said. "My office needs a clean."

Sometimes that was a code for sex, but sometimes he genuinely wanted his office tidied. Not that it really mattered - Mandi would unquestioningly obey either way.

As she flitted around his office, straightening the unruly stacks of paper and picking up items of her clothing that Master had torn off her over the last few days, she was aware of his eyes on her, that sexy sneer on his face.

"Hands and knees," he suddenly said, and without hesitation she obeyed. "Come to me."

A shiver ran up her spine as she crawled towards him; he was smiling, which made her happy, and they were both enjoying the physical demonstration of inferiority that she presented.

"Lick my boots."

As her tongue ran up and down the grimy leather, Marty placed his hands behind his back and grinned in triumph.

From the moment he'd laid eyes on Amanda, Marty had known what she was capable of, what that perfect form of hers could do...in the right hands.

All it had taken was a bit of blood magic to truly help her reach her Potential.