bimbosanddolls: Priscilla looked in the mirror and sighed. Her hands ran along the sides of her body

bimbosanddolls: Priscilla looked in the mirror and sighed. Her hands ran along the sides of her body as her eyes fixated on her waist, and the small love handles that were visible beneath the corset. She pulled it down, trying to cover herself up. Priscilla wished she could be as sexy as her friends. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to. Back home, the Southern Belle was easily the prettiest and most popular girl in school. She always carried a little extra on her hips, which did make her a little self-conscious. Thankfully, she was a trend-setter; so, when she started wearing corsets to perfect her shape, so did all the other girls in school. But now, things were a little different in university. Priscilla wasn’t the hottest girl on campus anymore, but she was in their group. Jenni Bass was the Queen Bee and drop-dead gorgeous. Ever since Priscilla was accepted into the sorority as a freshman, she idolized Jenni and her perfect, Barbie doll body. The other girls were equally stunning. Kathy had maybe the best boobs Priscilla had ever seen and even Katie, who had big, sexy curves, had a tiny waist that made her the definition of hourglass. Priscilla couldn’t help but feel a little inferior to the other girls. It wasn’t that Priscilla didn’t think she was pretty; she knew that she was cute, but just felt like she didn’t measure up.  The same was true when it came to boys. Jenni and the others were constantly gossiping about boys. They would giggle and drink cocktails while they talked about who fucked who where, and who had the biggest dick on the football team. Priscilla, however, was saving herself for marriage; though, she would never admit it to her friends. She just stayed quiet while the girl-talk was happening, trying to drown her embarrassment in margaritas. Priscilla had seen Jenni raving about the Garnet Hills Sorority Club on her Insta. She had originally assumed it was just another stuffy country club. Coming from a wealthy family in the south, Priscilla had seen her fair share of those. They weren’t the kind of thing that often appealed to hot, popular 20-somethings, unless she was a gold digger trying to find some rich old guy to sink her nails into. Still, if Jenni loved it there, maybe it was different. Priscilla did notice Jenni was looking extra hot lately. She decided to go check it out.  When she approached the building, she was impressed with how cute the outside of the building looked. She walked inside and was instantly greeted by an overly cheerful blonde with the body of a pornstar.  “Like, hi! Welcome to the Garnet Hills Sorority Club! I’m Candy! How can I, like, help you?” The bubbly bombshell asked, winking at Priscilla. “Um, yeah, my name is Priscilla Christensen. My friend Jenni –”“Oh Em Gee!” The blonde bimbo interrupted her, “Jenni is totes one of my faves sisters here! If you’re her friend, you’re, like, totally in!”  The conservative brunette took a step back, “Oh… okay then. So, what do you offer here?” Candy immediately broke into a list of all the services offered at the Sorority Club. “But, like, c’mon. I’ll give you the tour and you can totally see it for yourself, ‘kay?” She took Priscilla by the hand and led her down a neon pink hallway.  As her absent-minded tour guide led her around the facilities, Priscilla began to understand why Jenni and the others liked it so much. The southern socialite was very impressed with the Sorority Club. It seemed to get how to appeal to the hot, young, successful women of the future. It was a place that she could totally see herself fitting in.  Eventually, Candy turned and faced Priscilla, “So, like, what do you wanna get outta the Sorority Club?” She giggled and eyed the sophomore up and down. “I, like, love your outfit by the way. The corset is totes hot!” Priscilla tugged at the bottom of her top again, Candy’s compliment making her feel a little self-conscious. “Well, thanks. I love wearing corsets… but, actually, I’d like to lose a little bit of weight. Maybe some new corsets too… I did notice a cute little boutique as you were showing me around.”  The excitable hostess bounced up and down, “Oh! Oh! Totes! I have, like, the perfectest thing for you! Come!” She turned and skipped down the hallways, unable to contain her enthusiasm as she giggled with each step.  Candy led Priscilla into the boutique and into what appeared to be a storage room. Priscilla was in love with all the cute, stylish clothes hanging on the racks around her. She wanted to try everything on. The cute brunette followed the busty blonde. From behind, Priscilla noticed just how tiny Candy’s waist before it led down to her perky, bubble butt. She felt envious of the Sorority Club hostess. They finally stopped in front of a large showcase and Priscilla’s eyes went wide when she saw what was inside.  “Like, ta-da!” Candy gestured toward an elegant black corset that looked fit for a queen. “Whaddya think?” “Oh my God, Candy, I love it. It’s so pretty. How much is it?” Priscilla asked, her eyes locked on the corset. Candy tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her bright pink lips. She instinctively started to suck on her fingertip. “Oh, sorry.” She giggled. “Ummm, I don’t know much ‘bout it. Or, like, how expensive it is. All I know is that it’s, like, super old and really super pretty. It’s been back here for, like, ever and I just thought it would be sooo perfect for you.” Then, the blonde’s eyes lit up. “I know. We, like, always give new Sisters some kind of free treatment. Why don’t you, like, take this instead? Would that work?” Priscilla agreed to the deal and Candy opened the case up and removed the corset from the mannequin. After being distracted by the naked bust, Candy finally handed the corset to Priscilla, who immediately fell in love with the garment. The brocade fabric appeared to be meticulously hand-stitched and showed a serious attention to detail by its creator. The black and deep red gave it a sensual, but still elegant look. She felt an air of sexiness just holding it; she couldn’t imagine how sexy she’d feel wearing it.  “Like, you’re gonna look so hot in that!” Candy squealed, waking Priscilla from her daydream, “You should totes come back tomorrow and show me what a sexy little minx you are!” The brunette blushed at Candy’s comment and dropped her eyes to the floor. The bimbo must have noticed Priscilla’s bashful nature because she immediately put a hand on the girl’s shoulder and apologized. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to make ya shy.”  “No, it’s okay.” Priscilla composed herself, “Thank you for the gift, Candy. I’ll definitely come back tomorrow.”  The blonde giggled and winked at Priscilla, “Yay! I’m, like, sooo happy. See ya tomorrow, then, okies?” She showed Priscilla out and waved enthusiastically as the new Sorority Sister’s car pulled in front of the Club. When Priscilla got home, she only wanted to do one thing. She ran to her room and began to undress. She took a second to try and admire her naked body before putting on the new corset. The fabric felt so good against her skin; she felt like she was tingling. Once it was tightened to her liking, she checked herself out in the mirror. She looked phenomenal. The corset gave her the kind of shape she could only dream of having. She snapped a couple pictures to show off to her girlfriends.  “Mmmm, I’m glad you like it, pet.” A mysterious voice purred.  Priscilla jumped in shock. She turned around to see nobody around her, “Is someone there? Jenni? Kathy?”  “No, darling, I am right here,” The voice answered her, “In your mind.” The girl began to panic. Her mind raced with a million questions, ‘What is going on? Am I going crazy and imagining things?’  The voice seemed to know her thoughts, “No, you are not imagining this, pet. I’m here with you,” it cooed.  “Who are you?” she demanded, “Why are you in my head?” “Oh, you poor oblivious soul,” the voice was sultry and alluring, “I’m not just in your head, I’m around you.”  At that moment, Priscilla felt the corset tighten around her slightly. She gasped as she began to understand what was happening to her. The voice confirmed her fears, “Yes, my pet, I’m in the corset.”  “Who.. what are you?” the co-ed asked, “why are you here?” She felt the voice laugh inside her. It was a deep, sensuous laugh. “You will not know my name, child, not yet; and what I am is of no concern to you now. As for why I am here…  the answer is you, my pet. I am here because you have woken me from my cursed slumber. Now, I will reclaim what is mine. And you…. you will help me.” Priscilla felt shivers running down her spine. The voice’s words made her tremble, “How… how am I going to help you?”“You, my pet, are going to serve as my host. Your body will be my vessel. I will feed on the desires of your people and plunge the world into lust and darkness forever.”  “What? Lust? No… I can’t. I’m… I’m a virgin.” Tears began to form in the young girl’s eyes, “there must be another –”  A soft laugh turned to softer moans of arousal. “Silence, pet. I know of your innocence. It is the only reason why I can’t take control… for now. You will give yourself to me!”  Priscilla screamed out as the corset began to tighten yet again. She felt it changing on her body as the soft fabric turned to cold, tight leather that extended and wrapped around her pelvic area. She tried to take it off, but the garment felt burning hot to her touch. Cries of pain echoed through her mind as the demon inside urged her to submit. Priscilla’s cried out as the binding grew tighter and tighter, squeezing her body to its limit. She begged for mercy, but the demon only laughed.  “Please, you’re hurting me,” the girl pleaded, screams of pain filling the room, “Oh my God… please… stop… ahhhhh, my ribssss.”  “Foolish girl. God can not help you now. Only I, Lisceria, can be your salvation.” The demon, finally revealing its name, mocked her. Its own moans of pleasure taking a toll on Priscilla’s mind. The corset continue to constrict around Priscilla. She could feel the boning press against her own bones. The demon inside taking pleasure in the girl’s suffering. She felt a rib crack and both the girl and demon screamed in unison: one in euphoria; the other, agony.  She tried to speak but cries muffled her words; she felt Lisceria inside her, enjoying every moment of the torture. More ribs began to crack under the tightening leather. Priscilla felt herself slipping away into the growing darkness; the pain had become too much to bear. “I can end it all, pet. Simply submit to me now and your pain becomes pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before,” the demon made a final offer. “Y-y-yes. I… submit,” was all Priscilla could manage. Instantly, the corset snapped tighter and a bolt of orgasmic bliss struck her. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of sexual release washed over her. Her hands roamed her altered body and she cried out in ecstasy. She felt her small, perky boobs begin to expand as the succubus continued to transfigure its new host. Priscilla’s chest burned as she clutched at her growing breasts, urging them to grow more. She felt a similar sensation in her ass and hips as they flared out, giving her an impossible hourglass shape. Her hair streaked into a fiery red that highlighted a new darkness underneath. Her body became decorated with the demon’s brandings. Her iris faded to an empty whiteness that was accentuated by a dark, heavy make-up. The succubus grinned, aware that her new host evil possessed an evil, sexual gaze that could entrance and attract both men and women. Priscilla and the demon began to rub furiously at the girl’s pussy; the demon growing stronger with each orgasm Priscilla experienced. Her juices began to leak through the bottom of her corset, running down her leg. Priscilla’s eyes rolled back into her head as one final orgasm sent her crashing into the deep darkness of her desires. Lisceria awoke, basking in the glow of her conquest. She looked her new form over, pleased with the changes she was able to make to Priscilla. Somewhere, inside, the shy, virginal girl was locked into a cycle of continual pleasure by the demon. Priscilla’s corruption would continue until she was reduced to a mindless whore. Once she was a willing host, she and the demon could merge fully. A sly grin crossed Lisceria’s full lips; in the meantime, she would enjoy taking this body’s virginity.  -- source link

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