Chapter 10: Slut
The rhythm of Candice's new life settled into her bones like a second heartbeat.
Morning light filtered through the crimson curtains of Kendra's chamber, painting everything in shades of rose and blood. Candice would stir from sleep, her body already aching with the familiar throb of suppressed desire, and Kendra would be there—always there—sliding between her thighs before the fog of consciousness had fully lifted.
"Good morning, buttercup," Kendra would murmur against the sensitive skin of Candice's inner thigh.
Then her tongue would find Candice's clit, and the world would narrow to that single point of pleasure. Kendra was relentless in the mornings, patient and thorough. She'd lap at Candice's folds like a woman dying of thirst, curling her tongue inside, sucking gently on the swollen pearl of her clit until Candice's hips bucked and her fingers twisted in those long blonde locks.
"You taste like heaven," Kendra would say, her voice muffled against Candice's flesh.
Candice would cum on her tongue twice, sometimes three times before Kendra finally released her. The orgasms were powerful—the kind that made her vision white out and her toes curl—but they were merely a prelude, a taste of what was to come. By the time Kendra finished eating her out, Candice's body was already demanding more.
"You have class in an hour," Kendra would remind her, reaching for the harness.
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The preparation became a ritual, as sacred and precise as any spellcasting.
Kendra would select the toys from her collection, her pink-nailed fingers dancing over the silicone phalluses with the care of an artisan choosing her tools. Some days it was the violet plug, smooth and unassuming. Other days it was the beaded one, its ridged surface designed to stimulate every inch of Candice's inner walls.
"You're getting looser," Kendra would observe, pressing the plug in with practiced ease. "It's a good thing. You're learning to accommodate more pleasure."
Candice would gasp as the plug seated itself inside her ass, her body already clenching around it, eager for the fullness. Kendra would kiss her neck, whispering praise, and then move to the next phase.
The vibrating dildo came next. Instead of strapping it to Candice's body, Kendra would slide it inside her cunt, burying it to the hilt, and then secure it with a leather harness that kept it in place.
"I need to feel you squeezing around something while you're in class," Kendra would explain, adjusting the straps. "Every time you clench, you'll milk it, and every time it pulses, you'll remember exactly what's waiting for you here when you get back."
Candice could barely walk after that first time. The dildo was thick, reaching deep into her, angled perfectly to press against that spot inside her that made her knees weak. The harness held it snug against her mound, and with every step, the toy shifted inside her, sending sparks of electricity through her pelvis.
The nipple clamps were the final stroke of genius. The vibrating clips were connected to a thin chain that rested against her collarbone, and Kendra would adjust the settings until they buzzed at an interval that Candice couldn't predict.
"Uncertainty keeps you on edge," Kendra would explain, her hands lingering on Candice's breasts. "If you knew when they'd pulse, your body would adapt. But like this..." She'd flick the switch, and Candice would gasp as both nipples vibrated in perfect synchronization. "Like this, every moment is a surprise."
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University became an exercise in exquisite torture.
Candice would sit in Introduction to Arcane Theory, her notes growing increasingly illegible as the dildo inside her pulsed against her G-spot, sending jolts of pleasure through her core that made her pen stutter across the page.
Professor Aldridge's lectures, once so carefully absorbed, became a blur of words that she couldn't quite focus on. She'd catch fragments—"mana saturation," "elemental resonance," "graduation requirements"—but her mind was elsewhere.
Like in the gloryhole at the Crimson Lotus.
The male students around her were oblivious to her condition. They couldn't see the way her thighs pressed together beneath her desk, trying to trap the dildo even deeper. They couldn't hear the way her breath hitched when the plug in her ass pulsed at unpredictable intervals. They couldn't know that the nipple clamps hidden beneath her robes were vibrating right now, making her nipples so hard that the brush of fabric against them felt like a caress.
"Miss Dixon, could you explain the principle of mana transference?"
Candice blinked, her eyes focusing on Professor Ashworth's expectant face. She'd been asked a question. She had no idea what it had been.
"Volume of transfer is directly proportional to the saturation gradient," she recited, the words emerging from a mouth gone dry with want. "But the flow rate depends on the conductivity of the medium."
"Correct. Though you seem... distracted today."
"Just tired, Professor."
The lies came easier now. Tired. Overworked. Stressed about exams. Anything to explain her flushed cheeks, her glassy eyes, her tendency to fidget in her seat.
By the time her last class ended, Candice was a wreck.
The dildo had been torturing her all day, pulsing and vibrating, keeping her just below the edge of orgasm. The plug had made her clench so many times that her inner muscles ached. Her nipples were so sensitive that even the thought of moving made her wince.
She was always soaked by the time she reached the Crimson Lotus. She walked too fast, her hips swinging, her skirt damp with the evidence of her arousal. Kendra would see her coming through the glass door, and she'd smile with her thick pink lips, waiting.
"I need it," Candice would gasp, already tearing at her clothes.
"I know you do, my ravenous girl."
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But Kendra wasn't always available when Candice arrived.
There were clients to service, men with deep pockets and darker desires who demanded Kendra's full attention. Some nights, Candice would burst through the door only to find Kendra's chambers empty, a note in elegant script on the pillow.
Gone to Lysandra's private rooms for a special client. Stay out of trouble.
Candice would read the words, her body screaming with need, and her feet would carry her automatically to the room with the golden screen.
The gloryhole room had become her second home.
Some nights, she would kneel before the lowest opening and service cock after cock after cock. She'd lost count of how many she'd taken in her mouth. Strong cocks and skinny cocks. Circumcised and intact. Cocks that sprayed their cum into her throat without warning and cocks that begged her to swallow.
She'd learned to identify the clients by their scent and their sounds. The old man who moaned in Latin. The businessman who cursed in a language she didn't recognize. The athlete who could last for twenty minutes and made her jaw ache.
"Open wider," they'd demand.
"Like this?" she'd ask, licking her lips.
Fifty cocks in her mouth became a hundred.
Other nights, she'd move to the second gloryhole and let them fuck her cunt. The position was uncomfortable at first, arching her back with her ass raised, but she'd learned to angle her hips just so. The dildo's residue inside her from class, the pulsing cramps of unsatisfied arousal from the day, all of it primed her for this release.
Many of the men came inside her—painting her walls with their seed, filling her until she dripped from the overflow. Candice would push back against them, riding their cocks, chasing her own release, her tits swaying with the force of their thrusts.
Four, five, six cocks sliding in and out of her.
Her pussy would grow slick and swollen. Her clit would throb with each impact. And when the orgasm hit her, it was a brilliant flash of purple light.
Yet she needed more, the more the magic demanded.
The third gloryhole was her favorite for the nights when she was particularly desperate. Its height was perfect for her to back onto for rear entry. She'd press her used cunt against the cushion, lower her shoulders, and push the gloryhole rim against her ass.
The plug would come out. The cock would go in.
"Take it all," the deep voices would grunt as their cocks sank into her tight, warm hole.
Gods, the fullness of having her ass filled. The new sensitivity of her body made it even more intense. Candice would moan, her face pressed against the velvet pillow, her fingers finding her clit through the opening.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The whole screen would rattle with the force of their thrusts. Candice would cum on their cocks, her ass clenching tightly around them, milking them dry.
Some men finished in seconds. Others fucked her for what felt like hours, using her hole like she was a piece of meat. But her proud spirit enjoyed every minute of it, even the depths of the debauchery.
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"Ninety-nine," Candice whispered to herself, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as another cock withdrew from her lips.
The screen hummed. A new client entered. Candice opened her mouth eagerly.
But this time, instead of a cock, a pair of painted pink nails slipped through the gloryhole and tapped her chin twice.
"What—?"
"Chapter's over, my greedy girl." Kendra's voice came through the screen. The curtain behind Candice rustled as Kendra entered through the back door, crossing the room, shutting it quietly behind her. "You've been at it for three hours."
Candice tried to speak, but her throat was raw, her lips swollen. "I needed—"
"More, I know." Kendra knelt beside her, inspecting her. "Level 30 is just within your grasp. I can feel it radiating off you. But this isn't the way, not like this. Not in a hole in the wall with strangers watching."
"Then how?" Candice looked up at her, her pale eyes wet with exertion and desire. "I need to hit 30."
Kendra reached down and cupped Candice's chin, tilting her face upward. "Level 30 is a threshold. Crossing it is not about more pleasure at the gloryhole." She paused, her expression softening. "It's about desire. The choice to embrace what you become."
Candice shook her head. "I want to transform into my hidden desires. But I'm scared."
"I know." Kendra's voice was gentle. "I was scared too, when Lysandra transformed me. But I chose to shed my shame and give myself over to the lust. It's the only way to truly channel this magic."
Candice looked into the mirror on the wall. Her reflection was alien to her: her reddened lips, her sweaty face, the evidence of her service smeared across her skin. Yet buried beneath the filth, there was something new. A glimmer of power that wasn't there before.
"Tell me what you want, Candice." Kendra's breath was warm against her ear. "Tell me what form you want your body to take."
Candice swallowed. "I want to be like you."
Kendra pulled back, surprised.
"A succubus should have curves like yours. Tits that make men stare. A body that makes them worship." Candice's voice grew stronger. "But I don't want to copy you exactly. I have my own style."
"What did you have in mind?"
Candice closed her eyes. Images swirled: long, dark hair flowing to her waist, streaked with vivid purple. Deep curving hips. Huge bouncing breasts with nipple piercings, not clamps. Thick lips, too lush to be natural, built to lock around a cock or whisper filthy invitations. She saw her face—same pale blue eyes—but framed by dark locks, her features sharpened into something undeniably fuckable.
"I want to look like a slut who knows how to take what she wants," Candice said. "I want men to see me and think about their cocks growing hard. I want to be a succubus, but my own kind of succubus."
Kendra looked at her, and a slow, slow smile spread across her face. "Level 30 is the threshold of transformation, Candy. Once you cross it, there's no going back."
"I know."
"And when you transform at Level 30, your body will change into that form. You'll have huge breasts and an ass men would die to @#$%. You'll have nails that make it hard to write and lips that make it difficult to speak normally. The succubus magic will flood your body, making every orgasm stronger and every touch more overwhelming."
"I know all this."
Kendra laughed, a silky, delighted sound that filled the gloryhole room. "Gods, you really are ready. You've changed so much from the prude who hesitated to even take a cock in your mouth beside me."
"Maybe." Candice looked up at her, her pale eyes burning. "But you turned me into this. You and Lysandra and every cock that's filled my throat and cunt and ass over the past week. It's all led to this moment."
"And the next step?"
Candice pushed herself to her feet, swaying from the effort. Her body was quivering from the exertion of servicing nearly a hundred men, but there was a fire in her belly that burned brighter than exhaustion.
"Let's do it. Take me to Lysandra and let me become what I'm meant to be."
Kendra's eyes glinted. She approached Candice, wrapping an arm around her waist. "No need to find Lysandra. For this part, you only need one thing to push you to the threshold and unlock your Lust Mana."
"What?"
"Me."
And then Kendra drags Candice to her room.