Chapter 4

Hannah

I was standing in the upstairs hallway watching Meredith’s memories. Since the last spasm, I had been more connected to Meredith’s mind. We couldn’t communicate through the link yet, but I knew what she was thinking about. She was right in her thinking. Demons are supposed to be heartless and uncaring, but this young one had been through so much. To be honest, I have a soft spot for women that have been exceedingly wronged. I was watching her through my link to her. She was lying in bed, wrapped up her favorite blanket; it gave her a sense of calm so that she’d be ready for what’s to come. Meredith was coming to the worst stage of the change. She would be experiencing both pain and pleasure simultaneously. The magic I was giving her would hurt her badly and, at the same time, she would be sexually aroused to a level unknown by any living human. If she made it through this, then she’d be fine. If she didn’t, she’d go into convulsions that would destroy her mind. Truthfully, I wasn’t that worried. Meredith had shown determination and a desire that I’d not seen in over two centuries. I was almost certain she’d make it.

“Mistress are you nearby?” I heard Meredith ask.

“Yes,” I said walking into her bedroom. “Did you need something?”

“No, I was hoping that you could tell me anything about the last seizure that might help,” He asked.

Thinking for a moment, I came up with an idea. “Can you move around a bit better?”

“Yes, Mistress...” She replied.

“Then, come with me.” Slowly, Meredith got off her bed and followed me into her parent’s room. I felt reservation and sorrow from her about us coming in here. “Center your mind Meredith, your first lesson in my service begins here,” I told her as I stood in front of the king-sized bed in the room. I changed back to my demon form and stood at the foot of the bed and pointed my finger at her. “This is now YOUR house. This is YOUR bedroom. This is YOUR bed. You serve me, but you still have the freedom to choose how your life goes.” I told her. I felt her conflicting emotions, but she was moving in the right direction now. “Kneel in the center of YOUR bed,” I told her. She climbed up and centered herself on the bed. “You told me that your will is strong enough to wield elements. It’s time for you to prove it.” She looked at me in surprise. “Your will is what is being tested here. Do you have the will to handle what my magic will do to you?”

Meredith closed her eyes and rotated her neck to calm her mind down. I felt her emotions change and a sense of determination was in her mind. “My will is greater, and it will not fail...” I heard her whisper to herself. Opening her eyes and sitting up straighter, I could see it in her eyes that her outlook had changed. “Can you tell me some of what you’re going to require of me?” she asked me.

“There will be time for that later. I want you to think about something positive. Remember your lessons with Allison and tell me what surprised you most about her magic,” I said to her.

“I don’t even need to think about it,” Meredith said quickly. “Four nights before I left for college, she gave me a kiss and told me that she had one more thing to teach me and that she’d been saving it for last. She called it ‘Lucifer’s Touch’, and it was what she used on Patty. She told me that knowing how to do it was more of a burden than not. I understood what she was talking about when I was almost drugged and raped at a frat party 3 years ago. I had almost lost control and used it on the boy that had tried to drug me.”

I asked her to tell me about that experience. Meredith told me that She had been invited by one of her friends from school. They got there and started to mingle. Her friend found someone to hang out with and that left Meredith alone. Apparently, some jock thought that because she was alone that she’d be easy prey. He and I talked for a bit after which he went off to get me a drink. I watched as a couple of his friends slipped him a small bag of powder, so I knew what was coming. He slipped it in my drink thinking I didn’t see him and handed it to me. I pretended to take a drink and told him that it tasted great. At that point, I told him I had to use the lady’s room and that I’d be right back. I walked into the bathroom to have some privacy to recite the incantation for it. But I remembered what mom and daddy taught me about personal responsibility. Instead, I just stood and looked in the mirror and smiled knowing they’d be proud of me.” She finished.

“What did you do after that? I asked her.

“I walked down the street to the campus police precinct and gave them the tainted drink. They tested it and ultimately arrested 5 men from the fraternity and three more frat brothers that had already graduated. The frat ended up losing its charter and was ultimately kicked off campus.” She told me.

“Is that the only killing spell she taught you?” I asked her. “As far as those cause deaths by themselves go, yes. Did she teach me other ways to kill with magic? Yes, she did. Like you told me earlier, I can use elements quite easily, and I can use other spells with them for greater effect,” Meredith told me.

“Did Allison ever show you any of the darker things she did with her magic?” she asked me.

I thought for a second about what she asked me. I chuckled a bit and started telling her about the time both of us were almost mugged and raped downtown one night. “She used fire to burn the three of them to death. She kept them from passing out from the pain so that they’d feel everything,” I told her. “They were screaming for someone to kill them. When they did the autopsy, they had to use dental records because there was no usable DNA inside or outside the body. She’d burned everything.”

We had been sitting quietly for a few minutes when Meredith asked me to explain what was going to happen to her.

“My magic has a high price that it requires to allow it to be used. It is going to take control of your body. You won’t be able to do anything to stop it. You’re going to feel the magic give you both pleasure and pain at the same time.” I said in response.

Meredith closed her eyes and was trying to calm her nervous mind down for a couple of minutes before the last seizure came. I felt it coming before she did. I watched her move a bit and shift her hips. Then it started. I smelled her juices and pheromones about the same time she started to writhe. Her pussy started to drip. She shifted her hips back and forth a bit like she was trying to get comfortable but couldn’t.

I watched as Meredith just stopped moving, closed her eyes, and held her arms up in the air. “Do your worst, I’m ready...” she whispered, a sadistic smile appearing on her face.

I stood at the foot of the bed, watching and waiting to invoke the final rite. She screamed in pain and arched her back like someone had used a whip on her. Moving around behind her, I saw an angry red lash. Another one appeared next to the first one and she screamed again. When I looked up at her face, she had a look of pure lust on her face. Her back arched again, but her cry out was more of a scream mixed with a moan of pleasure, she had just had an orgasm. I smelled her juices dripping from her pussy. The screamed 3 more times as 3 more lashes appeared. Touching her forehead again with my 2 fingers, “Vos servire me, corpus tuum meum est, tua voluntas mea est, cogitationes vestras, mea sunt, adiuro vos, et voluntatem tuam ad me,” Another lash appeared on her back and she screamed out in pain and arched her back. Meredith was suddenly jerked backwards, arms still in the air. Another lash appeared on her chest in between her breasts. Meredith screamed even louder in pain. At this point, the lashes were coming about every 10 seconds. I counted 10 and then she was jerked forward again so her back could be whipped again. The only good thing about this was that the lash marks were healing quickly. After 15 more on her back, her hands dropped by her sides, and she fell face first onto the bed. I looked into Meredith’s mind and felt what she was feeling. She had taken my advice and embraced it and let the pain and pleasure take her where it wanted to go.

Meredith was breathing hard like she was sobbing but she was actually moaning in pleasure. I could see a very large soaked area under her where she had orgasmed many times. Without warning, she sat up straight and looked around. Her pupils were large, dilated, and unfocused. My magic was still in control of her. She spread her legs as far as she could, leaned back on one hand, and, with the other hand, started to slap her pussy as hard as she could. I heard the wetness as she slapped her cunt. She was lost in the pleasure and pain. “MORE! MORE! MORE! I LOVE IT!” I heard her yell. She squirted hard right after the fifth time she slapped her wetness. A minute or so after that, she started to push her entire fist into her pussy. She was pinching her clit as hard as she could while fucking herself. She had 4 fingers in her and was moving her thumb so she could get it all in. She let up pinching her clit for a minute so she could get her fist into her. She was yelling, “OH, YES! FIST MY CUNT! STRETCH ME OUT! FUCK YES!” After that, she pulled her fist out in one motion and then put it right back in the same way. It was almost like she was punching her cunt. She fisted herself for another few strokes and then pulled it out. All I felt in her at that moment was pure and total primal ecstasy.

She started to come down a bit and pulled her hand out. Then she moved her fingers to her clit and started to rub it again. At the same time, she looked at me with total seduction, wet three of her fingers, and slid them into her ass. She was rocking back and forth in time with when she fucked her ass. She held out two of the fingers that had been in her pussy for me to lick. I shook my head and said, “Give them to her, let her taste her new body.” My magic did exactly that. She put her first and second finger in her mouth and started to suck on them like she would a hard cock. When she started to suck on her fingers, she moaned so wantonly. Her fingers were still buried deep in her ass while she was doing this.

Her eyes snapped open again as the pain was starting to come back. I heard her cry out as she came. She had four fingers in her ass now. She started slapping her pussy over and over again, moaning loudly as she did. “YEEESSSSSSS! I LOVE THE PAIN!” she screamed. Her arms shot back up over her head. This time she was leaning backwards as far as she could. I watched as sets of nine marks appeared on her chest. There was no waiting for these. They appeared very fast and were centered between and on her breasts. They were red and angry welts but didn’t look anything like the lash marks that appeared earlier.

“Harder ... HARDER!” Meredith screamed. She was lost in the ecstasy of what was being done to her. After five minutes or so, Meredith dropped her arms to her sides and sat up till she was kneeling like she was when this had started. Her head was raised like she was looking at the ceiling, but her eyes closed. She was breathing hard as she’d just been running for her life. Her breasts and torso were covered in red welts and lash marks that were healing quickly. Her nipples were red, almost purple, and puffy from being marked. I could see some red spots where blood had been drawn. Her clit was swollen and red as well and there blood on the sheets underneath her. She was on her knees in the middle of the bed, just rocking back and forth like she was stoned. Meredith finally stopped moving and brought her face down to look me in the eye. Putting my fingers back on her forehead, I probed her mind for my magic. It had released her body was now waiting for Meredith to command it.

“F-f-foun-nd h-h-her...” she whispered to me. “Who did you find?” I asked her.

“M-m-my pain ... S-s-slut ... The m-m-magic ... all part of me ... n-n-now ... I know ... what ... The pain ... So much pain ... I felt ... so much pleasure ... from the ... pain...” Meredith’s head rolled back, and I could see her eyes were changing. They were partially hazel, but slowly turning to my violet color. She smiled again as she spoke. “Feel you ... com ... Completely ... I ... yours...” she quietly said to me.

When she was finished talking, she stopped moving and passed out again, still upright on the bed. I felt her in my mind. Her change was complete. I felt her emotions and I could hear every thought she had. I gently picked her up and carried her back to her room. As we walked, she put her head on my shoulder and sighed. As I laid her down, she rolled over onto her side. I covered her up with her woobie, and as I stood up, I moved some of her beautiful dark hair out of her eyes. “I made an excellent choice, you will serve me well,” I told her. Most of her injuries had already healed. The lashes were all gone, and the welts were disappearing quicker than I expected. I got up off the bed and shifted into my human form, and then conjured some clothing for myself. As I walked out of the bedroom, I stopped off to check myself in her bathroom mirror. My choice for right now was just a pair of tight black jeans and a low-cut white silk blouse, with open-toed ankle boots. I walked downstairs to the living area and looked around. I saw remnants of the fingerprint dust that the cops had used. It was all over every surface in the house. I walked through the kitchen, past the dining room into what must have been her father’s office. Looking around at the walls, I could see his medals encased in an oak and glass box. There were pictures of him from all over the world, but there were more pictures of younger Meredith and her mother. Allison was quite stunning, actually. Though not as voluptuous as Meredith, I could see that her family originally came from southern Italy or Greece. Meredith, except for her eye color, looked exactly like her mother. There were pictures of the three of them in front of all the bases where her father had been stationed. As I looked at the wall where all the pictures were, I noticed that none of the pictures hung crooked. All of them were perfectly level and uniformly hanging. There was no dust at all on top of them. I went over to his desk and sat down, closed my eyes, and started to move my hand over the top of it. I reached out with my power to try and feel some of the emotions that were left in here. I felt the police officers moving around in here. The police weren’t really searching too intently. The emotions I felt from them were, well ... uncaring and lackadaisical. “Bastards,” I said to myself. I conjured an image of the lead investigator’s face and would track down to have a word with him or her later.

I almost missed it, but there was something else. Sorrow and sadness. Someone that knew Meredith and her family had come in here and sat at this desk. This person had feelings of great loss, almost like a family member would. My first thought was that it was a family member, a brother, or a father. But as I sat there, I started to think that it also could’ve been someone that Michael had served with. I stood up, walked out to the kitchen again, and found two sets of keys to vehicles. I snatched them up and walked outside to the driveway. There were 2 cars sitting there. One was a newer dark purple Charger and the other was a dark blue Lexus SUV. I hit the remote start button on one key fob and the Lexus started up. I also hit the other key fob, and the charger started up. The Charger must have been Michael’s. The exhaust was pretty loud and I’m sure there had been some upgrades to the motor. I smiled and shut both cars down. In the back of my mind, I felt Meredith dreaming. I reached out to her to see what she was dreaming; she was dreaming a peaceful dream. I felt her stir in her sleep. Her eyes opened for a couple of seconds and I told her to go back to sleep. She agreed and then closed her eyes again. I walked back into the house and set about looking for Michael’s arsenal that Meredith had told me about. She’d said it was in the basement, but not where. I moved my hand along the wall, probing for false walls and secret rooms.

There it was, very well hidden by what looked like a normal recessed entertainment center. I reached out again with a flash of power and tripped the lock. I heard an almost silent click, and then a crack in the bookcase appeared. The door was heavy and well built, with security and secrecy in mind. I pushed the door open and walked inside. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.