The Change

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There’s a special intestine tightening, bowel loosening feeling you get when you wake up in a dark forest staked to the ground surrounded by lanterns. My eyes were heavy, and my mind was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, but I could tell right away I was not going to have a good night. I tried to sit up but realized each of my ankles and wrists were held taut with rope. I was also stretched into an uncomfortable X shape.

As my senses came back to me, I felt something nestled against my groin and when I looked down, I discovered a few things. One, I was completely naked, two, three hooded figures worked around me, and three, the large wooden bowl between my legs looked like Mom’s new salad bowl. I’m not sure why that bothered me more than my actual predicament, but all I could think was, Mom’s going to be pissed when she finds out my nuts have been touching her bowl.

Whatever was making me groggy wasn’t allowing me to think straight and for a few moments, my mind chased itself down a rabbit hole as I thought of other things Mom wouldn’t be happy with my nuts touching. Using the time I doubt I had, I closed my eyes and tried to pull my addled brain back together. After four or five minutes I felt clear-headed enough to open my eyes and look around. The only thing I could see in the low light was three lanterns and, like the bowl, they looked like they came from my house. A thought was skittering around the edges of my mind as to who might have staked me to the ground, but I kept pushing it away as the thought was too insane to entertain.

A cold breeze blew across my naked skin and thought, I really shouldn’t be lying here naked, but when I tried to find my clothes I was immediately reminded of the ropes holding me down.

“He’s awake,” a feminine voice said.

Another feminine voice replied, “Unfortunate.”

I looked toward the first voice and watched as she knelt between my legs. My luck with women held true and instead of using my body for her sexual gratification, she began mixing ingredients into the bowl. I chuckled as the movement of the bowl tickled my balls.

“Mom’s going to be pissed with you using her bowl like that,” I said, my words slurring from whatever I’d taken. The hooded figure snorted with laughter as they stood and began placing small fat black candles around my shivering body. “So, wanna tell me what’s going on?”

She ignored me, but as she worked the thought I kept pushing away was becoming more insistent. I’ll be honest, I had dreams like that before, women surrounding my naked body as they took turns pleasuring themselves, but the stakes were new and no one was getting off. Reality’s so much worse than fantasy, I thought. Actually, of all the guys in this town to kidnap for a sex adventure, I should be the last on the list.

I mean, I was a forty-year-old loser who lived at home with his mother and his sister who was fifteen years younger, and thought she was an influencer. I stood all of five foot four on a good day, and according to my doctor, if I didn’t stop eating all those double cheeseburgers, I’d be lucky to see forty-five. Then there was my ‘manhood’. I had a tiny penis that tried its best to be something more than it was, but when all was said and done, I looked like a roll of pennies when I got hard. That wasn’t really something that ever brought a lot of pleasure to any woman.

“Hey,” I called out, “I’m not sure what’s happening here, but I don’t think I’m the guy for you. I mean, you can see I’m not working with a lot.”

“This isn’t going to be that kind of night,” the one who had begun to set black candles around me as she worked.

I don’t know why, but her words and the way she said them made my heart pound. Whatever was coursing through my system began to clear as fear-induced adrenaline shot through me burning off the effects. I began to struggle, the hooded figure at my feet looked at me and my heart stopped. The person kneeling between my legs, who I would’ve given anything to be in this position at any other time, was one of my sister’s best friends.

“Traci? Holy shit, Jess’s going to kill you when she finds out what you’re doing.”

“Are you sure this is absolutely necessary,” Traci asked as she pulled her hood back.

Traci, like my sister, thought of herself as a social media influencer. She had a modest following because she was slim and liked to wear next to nothing in her videos, but she was ditzy and didn’t know how to capitalize on her natural qualities. I doubted she’d rise much further than she was. That went for my sister as well, except for the ditzy and slim part. Unlike Traci, my sister was an angry chubby woman and unless she did something viral, and I’m not talking about the guys she dated, then she would be stuck in mediocre hell with her friends.

“Yes,” the leader said pulling her hood down. My eyes grew wide as I recognized my sister Jess. I started to calm down because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that while my loving sister liked to Magosa Escort pick on me, she would never actually endanger my life. Torture me a little, sure, tease me a lot, absolutely, but never actually put me in any real harm’s way. At least, that’s what I thought until she spoke again. “The ritual says we need a sacrificial male who was born during the time of Samhain. Alex was born on All Hallow’s Eve, and if anyone is perfect for sacrificing, it’s him. Plus, Mom’s gone for the week and this will give us time to come up with a story of what happened to Alex.”

“Yeah, but this seems kind of… I don’t know, a little murdery.”

“Ha ha, Jess, jokes gone on long enough, I’m starting to get scared now, let me go.” I looked at her, “I mean, we both know you’re not going to kill me. This is just another Tik Tok or something, right?”

Jess finally acknowledged my presence and stared at me. Not the loving stare of a sister who was trying to create a viral video, but the blank stare of a psychopath. Her eyes sent me over the edge and I began screaming for help. As I yelled, the third figure dropped and covered my mouth, it was my sister’s other best friend, Brenda.

“I’m so sorry, Alex, but you know how difficult it is to get views and this is our only chance to be famous.”

“Views,” I screamed into her hand. “Are you out of your fucking mind? Brenda, let me go or you’ll be famous for going to go to jail.”

She pressed her hand harder over my mouth until I couldn’t speak as she looked at the others. “Oh my God, is he right, all we going to jail?”

“Not if we do everything we’re supposed to, and dammit Traci, I told you we’re not killing him,” Jess said, “Look, I’ve done all the research and all we’re doing is preparing his body for the demon. Once he takes over it won’t be Alex’s soul, but it’ll still be his body. So, legally we won’t have done anything to Alex. At least not anything the demon won’t be able to fix.”

“Demon?!” Brenda covered my mouth again.

“You said we were supposed to defile him,” Traci said, “How’re you going to do that?”

“Defiled?!” Brenda leaned on me almost crushing my jaw.

“The ritual demands the sacrifice be sealed with a sexual act. I’ve got a huge strap-on in my bag. Now, is everything ready?”

“Strap-on?!” Her words sent me into a frenzy. I bucked and fought to try to get out of the ropes, but they were on too well.

Brenda screamed, “Hey, if we’re doing this you might want to hurry, I don’t know how long the stakes will hold him.”

I took hope in her words and struggled harder. “I wish we didn’t have to do this,” Traci said to me as she stared up from between my legs. “I mean, for a little chubby guy you’re kinda cute.”

“And a good kisser,” Brenda added. The others looked at her and she shrugged. “I was horny and he was available.” They continued to stare and she said, “It was that time all of us went down to Florida. You two hooked up with those brothers and I was left to go back to the room. We were hanging out watching the Bachelor and I got to thinking how I’d love to have someone give me a rose. We opened a bottle of wine and after a few drinks, one thing led to another and we fucked.”

“Was it any good,” Traci asked looking toward my shriveled dick.

“All I can say is, thank God he’s really good with his mouth.”

They laughed as tears welled in my eyes and I realized I wasn’t going to survive whatever bullshit was about to happen. I took a few deep breaths and when Brenda removed her hand I said through the tears, “Please, Jess, don’t do this. I’m your brother, you’re not supposed to do this. We’re supposed to protect each other from stuff like this.”

For a moment, I thought I saw Jess waver but then she gritted her teeth and shook her head. “Alex, this is going to be hard for you to understand, but I still have a shot of being someone in this world and you don’t. I’m not saying that to hurt you but look at us. We’re three boss bitches and with just a little help we could get our lives back on track and be as big as the Kardashians.”

She looked at me as if I was going to nod and say, ‘Sure, fucking slaughter me so you can be famous,’ but that wasn’t happening. I could admit that when she was a teenager and just starting college, she had a real good shot at living an amazing life without sacrificing me to a demon, but then shit happened. In college she rocked a 4.0 GPA, she was tall and lean with every guy on campus hitting on her. I mean, not many guys looked away from a five-seven volleyball player with long natural blonde hair, nice pert breasts that looked like she was carrying around a couple of softballs, a stomach you could bounce a quarter off of, and a round firm ass.

She lived at home during that time, and during that time I watched her blossom from a scrawny little girl to a gorgeous young lady. As she got older and into college, she decided to express her sexuality by walking around in small t-shirts and thong panties. Kıbrıs Escort If that wasn’t bad enough, she loved clinging to her older brother as if I was wasn’t also a man. Luckily, the hard-ons I got from the attention I got from my eighteen-year-old sister were so small that whenever she laid against me during movie night, her braless hard nipples brushing against my arm, she never noticed my dick skin trying to rip itself apart. But then after a night of being the campus mattress, her attitude changed. Suddenly, she’d put on twenty-five pounds and started hanging out with Traci and Beth, neither one of whom were Mensa members, and started trying to become social media famous.

As she watched me think, she gave me a sad smile, “Now, look at you. You flunked out of a two-year college that gave degrees away as if they were candy.” She laughed, “I mean, who the fuck flunks out of freshman courses? Brother, you’ve always been destined for a life of mediocrity and you can’t even manage that. Don’t worry though, where you’re going to paradise so it’s a win-win for all of us. Traci, Brenda, and I will get amazing futures and you’ll get to live in heaven. Goodbye, Alex, I really do love you.”

As she stood, I tried one last time to get free and it almost worked. With a mighty pull, I got a hand free but before I could capitalize on my good fortune, Jess said a few words I didn’t understand and everything changed. My body stopped moving and all I could do was move my eyes.

“Whoa, what’d you do,” Brenda asked.

“I put him in a trance. It’s midnight, it’s time to start.” Jess told the girls where to stand and they began chanting. After they repeated themselves three times, she looked at Traci and pulled out a knife.”Slice your palm, like I showed you, then put your sacred item in the bowl and make the vowel.”

Traci glanced at Brenda. “Suddenly, I’m not so sure about this.”

“Yeah, I mean, I guess I don’t need views,” Brenda added as she laughed nervously.

With a viciousness I wouldn’t have associated with Jess before that night, she reached out and snatched the wrists of the others, she crushed them in her fists. “You want to go to jail? You want to go to prison? Because if we stop now our only recourse is either to let him go so he can tell, or kill him. So, what’ll it be? Prison or murder?”

Traci jerked her hand away from Jess. “Prison or murder? Are you out of your mind? This was all supposed to be a joke, Jess. You said we would bring Alex out here, scare him real good and then have a big laugh about it all. I mean, it was a little cruel stripping him down like that, but I figured Halloween and all so what the fuck. We’ll let him fuck Brenda again and he’ll be cool, right Alex?” She looked at me but I was still frozen. She shook her head, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I’m done with it.”

Jess looked at Brenda who nodded, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too. Ha ha and then we party. I’m not into whatever this is. Let Alex go and I’ll let him do whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t tell. C’mon, let’s go have some fun.”

“Fine. If you two want to leave, then leave, but if you ever say anything about this, just remember, I’ll have a demon at my disposal.” Brenda started to kneel saying it was all bullshit but stopped when Jess put a blade to her throat.

“I swear to God, Brenda, if you free him, I’ll gut you like a pig.”

After a moment of staring at each other, Traci and Brenda backed away. I could hear them muttering how crazy their friend was and I hoped they would call for help, but I knew as they left me to whatever my sister had planned, no one would get there in time. As the girls disappeared into the darkness, Jess turned back to me and began a quiet chant. I watched as she stepped back to the bowl and held out a small vial of dark liquid.

She looked toward the sky and said, “This is my virginal blood from the first time I had sex. Nothing is more sacred than the remanence of innocence.” She poured the vial into the bowl. “I swear by all that is unholy I give my undying allegiance and obedient fealty to the Dark Lord of Wants and Desires.”

As the ingredient hit the interior of the bowl, the blood caught fire and shot high into the air before snuffing itself out. Jess picked it up and poured the burnt mixture from my scrotum to my neck. The mixture began to spread out across my body. Where it touched, my skin burned and sizzled and I wanted to scream, but I had no voice.

The heat spread until it completely covered me then moved on to the ropes. They caught fire and fell away as I was supernaturally hauled to my feet. It was like my feet were hinged to the ground and I was lifted by the shoulders. As the only things left not sizzled, my eyes watched as Jess ripped off her robes to reveal her nudity and began fastening the strap-on around her waist. It took a few moments and when she turned to finish the ceremony she found me cocooned in a shell of burnt Lefkoşa Escort flesh. I can’t say that’s what she saw for sure, I still couldn’t move anything except my eyes, but that’s what it felt like. For a moment, she looked as if she would turn and leave like the others, but when I didn’t move she relaxed a little. She waved her hand in front of my face and started to touch me, but a voice spoke softly.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that.” The voice seemed to come from all around us but as she spun to locate the source, it slowly appeared in front of me. The voice belonged to an attractive older woman in a dark form-fitting suit who was looking me over. She was taller than me by at least a foot as she moved around me, she said, “He’s not done yet.” When she completed her inspection she put her nose close to my skin and drew in a deep breath. “Mmm, you can smell the desperation coming off of him in waves. You did well, child. This will make an excellent vessel for me. Is it given freely?”

“By me, yes. By him, no.”

The demon smiled, “Such is life.”

“I have this, should I use it now,” she said gesturing to the large phallus hanging from her waist.

The demon’s eyebrows raised. “What’re your plans with that?”

Confused, Jess said, “In the ass, I thought.”

“Wow, you’re an animal, but I think my boy will be able to handle things on his own. Once he’s finished baking, of course, no way he would’ve been able to use what he had on you.”

Jess stepped forward. “No, I’m supposed to defile him, like the ritual says. I translated it myself.”

She frowned, “No, you badly translated an already bad translation of the ritual. Between that five-hundred-year-old idiot’s confusion of grammar and syntax and yours, I’m surprised I get any business anymore. You know when I wrote the first ritual, it was just about as basic as you could get. Find a body to sacrifice, mix a potion, say a chant, and pour the mixture on. Then we make a deal, simple right? Apparently, to simple for some people because suddenly I’m showing up to things like this. Nowhere, not even in that bastard of a version, you translated, does it say stake him down and fuck him with a ball bat.”

“I don’t understand, it says he will become submissive, I thought–“

The demon laughed, “It didn’t say he would, it said in order for you to get what you want, you will submit to him. You will feed me by having sex with him.”

“But, he’s my brother.”

The demon’s eyes smile stretched across his face, “I know, I must be hashtag blessed.”

“You want me to have sex with my brother? Isn’t that wrong?”

“Of course it is, why do you think I like it so much? Mmm mmm, there isn’t anything more delicious than that initial coupling of sibling lust.” She laughed, “You could refuse, it’d suck, but I’d understand and if that’s the case I’ll just collect your soul and go about my business.”

“What?! My soul, that wasn’t part of it.”

“That was always part of it, sweetie. See, I’m promised at least one soul just for showing up. So, what’ll it be, complete the deal you already started, or forfeit your soul?”

“But that’s not fair, I didn’t understand what I was doing. I thought I was going to get what I wanted.”

The demon shrugged. “And you will, but nothing is free. At the moment, your only salvation, as it were, is by my grace. From the second you made the vow, your life, your body, and your soul became mine to do with what I will. So, do you want something for it, or do you want to go with me right now? I mean, it’s not really a hard choice, is it? A life of pleasure or a life of… well Hell to be blunt about it. So, ticktock, a life of luxury or a life of the damned.”

“But either way, I’ll be going to Hell, right?”


“Then I want to amend the deal. If I complete the ritual and submit to the vessel, I want my soul to be free from Hell when I die.”

“Hmm, interesting, but–“

Jess gritted her teeth. “No buts, I performed the ritual, I summoned you, by coming you agreed to give me what I want.”

“True, but the bargain is for your soul, he is just icing on the cake, but I tell you what, if you do a good job with your fame then I’ll give you a job when it’s all over.” I could see her thinking it over before she nodded. “Good, now, complete the ritual.”


The demon moved so fast it looked like she disappeared from next to me only to reappear behind Jess. My sister’s screams ripped through me as the demon cut off anything else she was going to say. I wasn’t able to look directly at them but from the sides of my vision it looked like the demon’s hand was inside of my sister’s back and she was being lifted off the ground. Her voice gave out and even after the air left her lungs her mouth was open trying to scream.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the demon released Jess and I watched as she fell to the forest floor. Her knee began bleeding from where she’d been dropped onto some rocks scattered across the ground. “Please, stop, you don’t have to make me do this.”

“You’re confused, I’m not making you do anything,” the demon said as she stroked Jess’s head. She made a face as she looked at her palm. She wiped it onto her pants, and said, “Ew, sweat? You’re going to need to control that.”

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