To Reign in Hell, Book 2: Hollywood Be Damned!
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2018 by Mark Gander

Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is a second phase or serial in what I hope to be a lengthy series or anthology featuring Asmodeus, King of Hell and Prince of Darkness, in his mission to conquer the Earth, Cosmos, and Man for sin and demonkind.

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Magic   Mind Control   BiSexual   Hermaphrodite   TransGender   Celebrity   Horror   War   Extra Sensory Perception   Paranormal   Ghost   Demons   Cheating   Sharing   Slut Wife   Incest   BDSM   DomSub   Rough   Snuff   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Swinging   Interracial   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Pegging   Pregnancy   Sex Toys   Water Sports   Clergy   Public Sex   Size   Nudism   Politics   Revenge   Violence  

“So, this is the famous Kari Wuhrer, eh? How have things been for you of late?” I spoke from behind the sultry screen siren, known for iconic roles such as Maggie Beckett in Sliders and Allison from the Prophecy.

“Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?” the actress looked up from her table on the outside patio section of the bistro, the look on her face surprised that she was even speaking to me.

“Actually, it’s a proposition of mutual benefit, Kari. You don’t mind if I call you ‘Kari,’ do you? I have ideas that can actually make your life so much better, and in return, you can help me achieve my personal goals in life. It’s amazing what all you can achieve if you’re willing to cooperate with the right sort of people,” I grinned, sending a visible chill up Kari’s spine, but she didn’t slap me or show obvious umbrage ... just a mix of excitement, curiosity, and fear.

“Okay, I’ll bite. This is surprising to me, because I don’t generally just listen to random strangers who seat themselves at my table in a cafe in the middle of San Francisco. I don’t even know how you found me. Yes, you can call me ‘Kari.’ For reasons that are unclear to me, it just makes sense. Who are you, in fact? How could you possibly help me?” Kari probed, triggering a chuckle from me.

“A little more on that later. What I’m telling you now is that I offer the key to real freedom from the kind of traditions, social mores, and taboos that hold you back in life. Religious morals with no real depth or purpose to them, despite pretenses otherwise by society and its many prudes. Silly doctrines imposed on us all by the clergy and our ancestors. Anyway, pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name,” I beamed and winked wickedly at Kari, giving her a chance to figure it out if she could.

“But too much ... sensuality can be bad, I mean, you know ... exploitative, objectifying, right? I mean, not to be sex-negative, of course. Sex is great, sensuality healthy, but isn’t there a danger that ... let too loose, it can turn people into sex objects?” Kari retreated uncomfortably into the kind of Third Wave feminist tripe that reflected, in her case, her insecurity about her body image caused by too much emphasis on breast size in popular culture.

“Nonsense. Again, that’s a kind of prudery that one should be careful to avoid. It is, in fact, very sex-negative. Very unnatural. Case in point, Paula Zahn acting uncomfortable with the label of ‘sexy,’ when clearly, she was and intended to be exactly that. As you said, sex is natural, healthy, and the notion that exploitation and objectification are inherently bad is one of my issues with Marx. He got a several things right in my book, but he blew it on that point. One shouldn’t seek to restrict sexuality and sensuality, but exult in them.

“Sure, there’s exploitation, but it’s not one-sided and it is mutually beneficial. The porn starlet and prostitute both are exploited and objectified, but they exploit the viewer and the john in return and objectify them as well. The john and the Sugar Daddy treat their companions as sex objects, true, but the prostitute and the trophy wife view them as money objects, and neither is immoral, at least in my own view. It’s a reciprocal, symbiotic arrangement, not a parasitical one. The stripper is another case in point. Are strippers and Chippendales exploited for their sex appeal and objectified? Yes, but they then exploit and objectify the audience for their cash. It’s only natural and what people have done for centuries.

“How many famous seductresses are celebrated throughout history? They, too, were objectified and exploited, but they still managed to gain much in turn from it. Cleopatra VII, Catherine the Great, Giulia Farnese, Lucrezia Borgia, Madame de Montespan, Anne Boleyn, Bessie Blount, Madame de Pompadour, Madame du Barry, Empress Josephine, Mata Hari, just to name a few throughout history, of course. It’s a noble tradition, if you ask me. The men gain pleasant company, physical pleasure, and healthy diversions from stress, while the women gain influence over what matters concern them most. It’s noteworthy that the men still held the cards, but the women were able to achieve much despite this, yet only in those affairs that were important enough to motivate them.

“It’s no accident that prostitution is seen as the world’s oldest profession. Just one man’s ... or one devil’s, in this case, take on the matter. You see, my dear, what I want is your soul. Eternally. Yes, you’ll be damned, but you’ll receive pleasures that you could only guess and a total emancipation from the mass priests, fundie preachers, prophets of political correctness, and other forces that would hold you back from truly embracing and enjoying life and happiness. You won’t be tormented, despite what that anthology of novellas, letters, fairy tales, sermons, and rambling thoughts called the Bible told you. You’ll get to experience true bliss like you’ve never imagined all of your days and have a true purpose and vision, to set others free,” I explained to a truly stunned Kari.

“My ... soul? So ... you’re the Devil? Satan is real? Hell exists? But I wouldn’t be burned? But why would I want to renounce God forever and take a chance that you’re telling the truth? Why give up any chance of going to Heaven for all eternity? This is a very shocking idea, that of willingly damning myself, basically selling my soul, making a pact with the Devil himself. I wasn’t too sure if God existed, let alone Satan, to say nothing of Heaven or Hell, but now I’m very worried about the fate of my soul. I’m just very shocked and confused right now. What exactly do you propose here? What would I do, how would I serve you, and why should I do so, Satan?” Kari clearly believed me to an extent, but didn’t quite comprehend why, let alone ascertain my true name yet.

“Well, first off, I’m not Satan. That old fellow’s dead. He tried to start the Apocalypse early and failed, ensuring that there will be no Apocalypse in the process. It’s like that bit in Rapture Palooza, but not quite as cool as shooting Jesus down with a laser beam gun. Jesus and Jehovah both did die, though, Jehovah first, Jesus soon afterward from his festering, reopened Crucifixion wounds. If Jesus and Jehovah had listened to me in the first place, that wouldn’t have opened. I counseled them against this, they objected, and that was just one of many instances where I disagreed openly enough to be forced to join Lucifer in his revolt,” I clarified as I ordered a Reuben sandwich for me and a club for Kari, knowing her preferences ... both of us getting iced tea and fries as well.

“That pesky omniscience still stopped us back then, but then Satan hatched his new plans in Hell, where even God can’t see, by definition. And he came up with a real doozy of a plan, which almost worked. Funny thing, if Jehovah was omniscient, why didn’t he realize the dangers of the Crucifixion/Resurrection plan, too? I never quite grasped that. Sometimes, I honestly think that the omniscience business was just hype. Plenty of things that he should have foreseen, and shouldn’t it by definition have reached Hell, too? That whole mishmash just doesn’t make sense, not when you think of it.

“In any case, I’m Asmodeus, formerly a celestial being, an angel, that is, then a demon, then an incubus, then Prince of the Incubi, then a human being for a short time while banished from Hell for not kissing Satan’s ass enough, and now King of Hell. Yes, that’s right. Hell’s under new management, and one of my first orders of business was to abolish the unconditional torment policy, where all damned souls get roasted and otherwise tortured for eternity. I think that Satan just did it for spite, as a way to get back at Jehovah for kicking him out, and because frankly, Satan was bitter. He was somewhat better than Jehovah, but not by much. Jehovah was planning to fry him, so why not fry everyone else?

“I’m about pleasure, not pain, unless pain brings pleasure somehow. I even used to sneak flame retardant, ice water, and snacks at times to the damned if I thought that they had some redeeming virtues, which was part of what led up to my exile. I couldn’t do it as much as I wanted, but now I don’t have to sneak around. I set the rules down there now. Trust me, babe. You won’t suffer. I’ll see to that, unless you betray me, of course.

“Now, as to what I want you to do, that’s simple enough. Run for Governor of California, becoming the third actor and the first woman to win that office. Yes, you’ll win, babe. No doubt of that in my mind. In the meantime you’ll give me an inside track to the souls of so many powerful public and private citizens, from actors to philanthropists to singers to businessmen and businesswomen and lawyers and labor organizers, etc. Once you’re in, you’ll push the agendas that I favor, whatever these will be. You’ll be my puppet governor, the first of many. Before too long, I’ll have a whole state under my control, and that’s just a start, of course.

“I aim to put the right people in place to soon dominate the United States of America, and then the world. So what if the Apocalypse is cancelled? This doesn’t mean that my dream of a new, demonic world order is dead, does it now? Hell on Earth, if you will, an expansion of my infernal domain, you see. Not about torment or evil or suffering, just about power and control ... and influence. A world where so few believe in and worship the King of Heaven that I’m eventually able to take over that place, too. Imagine a universe, a Cosmos, ruled by me, Asmodeus! Michael, the new King of Heaven, doesn’t know what’s about to hit him ... where it hurts,” I encouraged Kari, my hands now caressing hers playfully.

“Wait ... are you ... hitting on me? I’m a married woman!” Kari absurdly objected before she realized that she had been weighing support of the Prince of Darkness, so naturally I’d want to get into her pants.

“That just makes it so much better. Screw the rules, honey. Commit adultery. Get it on with a demon! What do you say? Yes, you’d be mine forever, and true, you could be separated from James for eternity if he chooses Michael and Heaven over me and Hell. Just think of what would happen if he opted to be with you instead. It’s a gamble, yes, but if it paid off, you would reap rewards the likes of which you can’t imagine and you would definitely know for sure where you stand with your husband, wouldn’t you? Look it at this way, if you both went to Heaven at this point, you wouldn’t be married, anyway, so your romance would be dead until or unless Michael chose to restore it.

“Don’t worry about putting horns on James or humiliating him. That could only happen if he chose Heaven over you, because if he chose Hell, he’d get as much strange booty as you would for sure. You’ll both have horns sooner or later, anyway ... as devils. I’m hoping to, in time, replace mankind with demonkind entirely. A vastly superior lot, we demons, stronger, taller, more durable, more or less insatiable in bed, too. Disease-free and whatnot. Just bear in mind that I cannot abide monogamy and it doesn’t exist at all down there. Marriage does, but it’s typically polygamous, polyamorous, or something of that nature.

“You should just embrace your sexuality, as I’ve said, and enjoy it. You’ll be doing a lot of fun stuff, starting here and now. If you accept my proposal, one where you spend eternity in Hell, not suffering torment, but indulging on one hedonistic act of wanton debauchery after another, an everlasting orgy being inevitable with only those breaks that are truly necessary ... If you agree, I want you to stand up, yank down your pants, bend over the table, and offer me your cunt for my own personal use! Right here, in public, let this be the irrevocable step of mating with a devil before the gaze of the whole, wide world. Keep your wedding band on, too. Let the entire planet catch you getting fucked by me on a cafe patio table and damned in the process once my seed breeds you ... yes, I will impregnate you, despite your age, and you will safely carry it to term.

“When they elect you Governor, they’ll be knowingly electing a woman who’s deliberately mated with a devil and conceived by him. They’ll do it, anyway, though the clergy and the older voters will resist it. You’ll be very popular among the youth vote, and we’ll get them to triple their turnout! Mama’s gonna be a Governor, with or without James, and if he joins us, I’ll have work for him, too. I don’t have any intentions of wrecking your marriage, just of making both of your lives better and your relationship with them. I know that sounds odd from a devil, especially one who is fucking you now in public, but that’s the truth,” I asserted as I began actively fucking Kari and looking down on those fine buns of hers.

I was very soon much further inside Kari’s slick twat, her pussy leaking tons of juices due to the kinky thrill of being taken in public. She thrust back at me with a vigor that categorically belied her fifty-one years upon this Earth. Whatever else she might have become in more recent years, including a faithful wife, that wanton slut inside her was eager to come out to play and she did so at the slightest excuse. She was absolutely as playful as ever, just had to play the socially respectable, monogamous woman until now, the repression now ending abruptly.

It wasn’t too long before my body started changing while I fucked Kari, my cock growing in both length and girth, stretching her out more than in the past. My demon dick filled her up while my muscles and weight soon dwarfed their old size considerably. My eyes glowed red and my skin kept shifting colors like a chameleon. I now aggressively humped Kari and pumped harder inside her with my diabolical prick, pounding her with a vengeance on every stroke. She moaned, gasped, hissed, whimpered, and cursed as I ravaged her slit with my rough thrusts inside her snatch.

As for me, what could I say? Kari kept creaming herself and I felt the juices make my cock slippery as I shoved it in and out of her pussy, stretching her further on each motion. Her soft, slick, and silky insides delighted me at every turn. My tail swished in a very dominant, assertive manner as I took her repeatedly and made her my slut, my whore, my bitch. One thing was clear: marriage or no marriage, husband or no husband, Kari now belonged to me. Her sweet ass was mine for good. I just had to seal the deal with my seed, and sure enough, she seemed more than ready for it.

“Cum in me ... please!” Kari begged me, even as the other patrons ... and the waitress who just brought our food, snapped shots with their cameras and phones.

“If I do this, you’ll be damned to eternal Hell. You will be mine, body, soul, spirit, lock, stock, and barrel. You won’t be able to change things back. Michael won’t take you to Heaven or let you in at all. You’ll be my slut for eternity, property of Hell itself. You’ll be completely outside of his reach or rescue ... forever. Whatever James chooses, there is no turning back from this point onward. You’ll become a succubus in time, but in any case, you will be mine, for better or worse, in ways that you could never be your husband’s.

“If he chooses, he could be mine, too, but I would own both of you the same way after that moment. Neither of you could escape this, once the deed is done and you are marked as my own chattel, my property, my sluts. Once the deal is sealed, he’ll be an incubus, you’ll be a succubus, you’ll both be devils, and you will not even desire to return to the past. All thoughts of changing back will be done. Your fates will be sealed. You have this one last chance to ask me to pull out and not cum inside you, for once I do, it’s all over for you. You’ll be my plaything, my slut, my concubine ... forever,” I announced, while others watched us and listened in on us, recording for posterity the words of Hollywood actress Kari Wuhrer regarding the obvious bid of a devil of Hell for her soul.

“Do ... it! Cum inside me! Breed ... me ... please!” Kari, her mind already half-crazed with lust and the ache for my demon seed ... gave up her soul to me on viral video, while now being watched live by a global audience of possibly billions.

I grinned and told my new bitch in heat, “As you wish ... my dear slut,” as I groaned and spurted out one rope after another inside her eager, willing, and open cunt...

Kari Wuhrer, a truly adorable and sexy MILF who also happened to be a B movie star, was mine now, claimed as my possession by my hot jizz marking my territory. I had just secured my first toehold in Hollywood ... and California, and I was far from finished there. My plan had already gone into motion and it was delicious first triumph for me ... and all of Hell. I had just seduced and damned my first modern celebrity.

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