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Yet again, Freya’s attention was distracted by the unyielding sounds of ravenous kissing. Lowering her book and removing her glasses, she set the tip of the side thoughtfully on her lip as she turned to face the nearby bed, upon which Violet and Warren were making out with all the hunger of horny honeymooners.
Naked aside from her knee-length pink and grey socks, Freya was wearing even less than the lovers, though she knew that would not last for long. Given how frantically Warren was groping his slut’s ass, and how needily Violet was grinding against her stud’s body, Freya doubted their outfits would last another five minutes before being discarded. In truth, she was surprised the duo had even lasted this long without stripping off completely.
Yet while Freya’s pussy throbbed with voyeuristic delight, her mind was elsewhere.
‘Maybe next I could try out a blonde look,’ she muttered to herself, eyes settling on Violet’s silky brunette waves. ‘Pigtails, perhaps? Or maybe a bob. Though I kinda want to see her with a buzzcut too. As for him… I’m thinking broader, beefier…’ Freya’s gaze slid to Warren’s crotch, partially obscured by Violet’s pale leg. She smirked. ‘Bigger. Wonder how big he’ll have to be to make her totally cockdumb?’
While Freya continued to muse the couple’s kissing became increasingly frantic. Soon enough the wet sounds of the sparring lips and jousting tongues hung thick in the air, filling the room with a dense atmosphere of lust.
Freya’s studio was a lavish space. Every item of furniture and décor looked plucked from the highest of high-end catalogues, from the huge king-size bed draped in sheets of the finest Egyptian cotton, to the one-of-a-kind puma statuette stalking across the equally unique glass-topped coffee table upon which Freya’s feet were presently resting. The sheer wealth on display was already mind-boggling even before considering that Freya herself was a student, and this studio her university accommodation.
To Freya such ludicrous opulence was the norm. Her father was a business mogul whose enterprises earned more in a year than some small countries. But until very recently, neither Warren nor Violet could have even dreamed of accommodation this luxurious, let alone conceived of calling it home. Nevertheless, looking at them now it was clear that any awe of their surroundings had long since been abandoned in favour of their insatiable craving for one another.
Just as Freya had predicted, Violet’s lingerie was already abandoned. In its absence the skinny slut had shifted up to straddle Warren’s face, and she was presently rolling her hips needily as he ran his tongue eagerly over her pussy. Moans trickling from her lips, Violet’s free hand played with her little tits while her hair dangled beneath her in a cascade of dark swaying waves.
Still gnawing gently on her glasses, Freya closed the book completely and twisted to face the lovers more fully.
‘I could tie his submission levels to time spent submitting – that way the longer he’s pleasing her the more obedient he gets. Then I could giver her an intense facesitting kink. She’d be grinding on his face constantly, and he’d fall deeper into subspace with every second.’ Eyeing Warren’s expression of bliss Freya felt a flash of jealousy. ‘Or maybe I just make them both addicts for fucking someone’s face, then volunteer myself to satisfy those needs.’
These days, Freya’s mind was permanently abuzz with sordid ideas. It had been ever since she found the book waiting on her bed the day she moved in.
The spellbook was primarily handwritten, and it came with a host of very explicit diagrams depicting the kinds of salaciousness that awaited anybody who tried out the incantations it held. According to the flourishing signatures on the inside of the cover the spellbook had once belonged to two witches, Minerva and Morgana. Whoever they had been, it was clear to Freya that they prized erotic mischief above all else.
Though at first she had assumed the previous tenant had left the book behind, over time she had developed a different theory: the book had found her. Ordinarily she would have scoffed at the suggestion, though it was clear by now that the book had a will of its own. For one thing, no matter where she left it in the evening, it would always be waiting on her bedside table the following morning as though eager to provide her with some fresh naughtiness. For another, whenever some new wicked whim crossed her mind, the very next page she turned to would list the perfect spell to bring her fantasy to life.
As far as Freya was concerned, the book was only here because it chose to be. Indeed, she was convinced that one day she would wake up and find it missing, having moved on to corrupt some other unexpected recipient. But until that day arrived, Freya was determined to learn all she could from its depraved pages.
And that’s what Warren and Violet were for.
‘Fuck, you’re so tight.’
Warren’s shuddering groan bought Freya back to the present. Like Violet, his clothes had been discarded, and he was now lying on his back while the lithe brunette sank down onto his thick cock. While her hands were planted on his broad chest, his flew to cup her ass. Eyes rolling, jaw clenched and brow furrowed, his face was a mask of agonised ecstasy – the expression of a man who isn’t sure he can handle the imminent pleasure, but lacks the willpower to reject it.
Violet, conversely, grinned impishly as she descended.
‘Go on, slut, make him groan.’
Having set down her book and glasses on the table, Freya was now on the bed beside them playing with herself as she watched. Violet’s head rolled to face her, mouth falling open as Warren’s dick sank deeper to press against her G-spot.
A devilish smile adorned Freya’s features. ‘Better yet, make him whimper. And here’s a little incentive.’ Reaching down, she pressed a finger to Warren’s temple. Her eyes closed she recited the incantation she had been reading a few moments earlier. Once finished she returned her attention to Violet. ‘There. Now every time he whimpers he’ll lose a few IQ points. And you know how hard he fucks you when we drain his smarts.’
From that point on, Violet was a woman possessed. Pitching and bobbing and rolling her hips, she worked Warren’s cock with the frenzied determination of a true slut. No matter what body Freya’s magic gave her, Violet was always eager for a rough fuck, and previous experimentation with other IQ-manipulation spells had taught both women that the dumber Warren became, the wilder he used them.
Continuing to watch, Freya struggled to visualise the lovers as they had been when she met them.
Before her magic, they had both been lonely nerds. Freya had found Violet holed up in the quietest corner of the highest floor of the university library, as far away from any other students as she could possibly get. As for Warren, she had quite literally stumbled upon him while he retrieved his books from the floor after a smirking jock shoved him roughly aside in the corridor.
Yet while the rest of the university shunned them, Freya saw the perfect opportunity. A simple seduction spell had lured them easily back to her studio, and once there she had immediately set to work manipulating them into the perfect vessels of sin.
In the weeks since, they had collectively lived out almost every magical fantasy the book could provide. Violet’s previous transformations included everything from a tall, leather-loving goth to a silicone-pumped bimbo too dumb to even remember her own name, while Warren’s appearance had varied from gym bro to femboy via everything in between. Freya herself rarely shifted bodies, preferring instead to experiment on her unwitting test subjects, though she did indulge in the occasional modification or two when the whim took her.
And throughout it all, their sordid new lives remained undisturbed. Nobody had come looking for Violet or Warren; nobody had enquired about their prolonged absence from classes; nobody had complained about the cries and groans and wails coming from Freya’s studio morning, noon and night.
Freya knew the book’s magic was shielding them. After all, what use was there in sowing all this mischief if it could be cut short by real life getting in the way? What’s more, deep down she knew that even once the book was gone reality would continue to bend and flux to accommodate their magical passion.
This was who they were now. This was the twisted life they had fallen into. The three of them locked in an endless cycle of sorcery and sin. And it was all thanks to the book.
The effects of Freya’s IQ-draining spell took hold in a sudden explosion of movement.
Despite his best efforts, Warren had failed to contain his whimpers, and now his intellect had dropped so low that his mind was operating purely on primal instinct. In this state he was apparently dissatisfied with the pace of Violet’s bouncing hips, for with a hungry growl he abruptly wrapped her in his powerful arms and surged to his knees. Clamped against his chest Violet cried out in surprise, though her cry became a shriek as he pivoted around and slammed her down face first into the sheets – all without unsheathing his cock for a second. Looming over her he took up a rough, devastating rhythm, his thrusts sending bone-jarring shudders through her petite body and filling the room with the sharp clap of their colliding flesh.
Flooded with fresh pleasure, Violet simultaneously giggled and drooled as her brain-drained stud pounded her dripping sex. And as Violet’s tongue lolled from her lips, Freya knew this was too good an opportunity to miss.
The moment Freya settled her hips in front of Violet the slutty brunette instantly began eating her out. Suckling and licking and lapping and slobbering, she feasted on Freya’s hole wildly, the combination of rough-fucking and pussy-licking clearly driving her into a state of delirium.
‘Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.’
Violet’s babbling made Freya chuckle. ‘No need to thank me, gorgeous – my pussy is always available to your pretty lips.’
‘No,’ Violet gasped. ‘Thank you for everything. For all the pleasure and orgasms and transformations. For all the magic. Thank you for picking me.’
Briefly taken aback, Freya did not respond straight away. Thanks to the book’s magic both Warren and Violet had been rewritten on almost every level. Beyond just the physical transformations Freya had manipulated their minds just as shamelessly. She had implanted new desires and turn-ons and fantasies; she had warped their personalities, stripped away every last inhibition, even toyed with their dreams.
Yet beneath all the magic and corruption their memories remained intact. In truth, sometimes Freya forgot that – she was so busy using them as her magical lab rats that she failed to consider how dramatically their lives had changed at her hand. They knew who they used to be. They knew what she had turned them into. But this was the first time either of them had indicated they were actually happy to be along for the ride.
‘You’re… you’re welcome,’ Freya said eventually, her voice quiet. For a moment, her surprise was just strong enough to push the pleasure aside. ‘I… I didn’t know things would turn out like this at the time, but… you’re welcome.’
Violet’s reply was punctuated by little kisses to Freya’s clit. ‘I know. Just like I know… you only picked me because… I was the first nerd you found… studying alone. I was just in the right place… at the right time… but I don’t care. You say the book found you… well maybe it found us too.’
‘I… I never thought of it that way,’ Freya confessed.
Violet giggled. ‘I knew that too.’ Peering up from between Freya’s thighs, the former nerd’s eyes twinkled as she met the eyes of the woman who had remade her. ‘Oh, and there’s one more thing I know: I’m not the only one who wants to thank you.’
For a man with a drained brain, Warren moved with startling focus. Distracted by Violet, Freya hadn’t noticed him stop thrusting and pull out. Now, as Violet rolled aside, the handsome stud sprang forwards, pinning Freya’s knees against her chest and flattening her onto her back beneath his powerful frame. While one leg was knocked to the side the other hooked over his shoulder so that her foot was suspended in the air above them both.
Before Freya even knew what was happening Warren was inside her, his incredible cock flooding her system with ecstasy. Taken off guard, all rational thought was shattered once he began to thrust, and she melted into his embrace with a low groan.
Violet, meanwhile, had retrieved the book.
‘And what better way to show our gratitude than to show you some of the pleasures you’ve given us? But what spell to use first?’ Flicking through the book she eventually settled on a specific page. ‘Ah, this sounds fun: Arousal Enhancement Spells. Now then, let’s see what we have here…’
While Violet began reciting an incantation, Freya made a mental note to punish her for reading from the book without first asking permission: a few days under the influence of the book’s strongest submission spells should do the trick. But that could wait, because in that moment the idea of having her sordid test subjects use her own spells to fill her with supernatural orgasmia was the hottest thing she could imagine.
So, as magic began to work through her vessels and Warren’s relentless thrusts pumped her soul full of bliss, Freya willingly surrendered herself to the role she had subjected them to for months: just for today, she was the lab rat…
Thanks for reading!
One of the things I love the most about writing is how often an idea can take you by surprise. As long-time readers will know, The Book is one of my oldest serialised storylines yet also one of the most rarely visited. Including this piece I have only written four instalments which, given that I first started writing TG content six years ago, obviously means that there have been long periods between new stories using this concept.
And in truth, I didn’t even set out to write a new instalment with this one either. Much like last year’s Gaypril The Book story, this one originally started out as a different idea. The bones of the plot were similar – a young woman seducing two nerds and somehow corrupting them – but the initial concept was founded more heavily in hypnosis of some sort. Yet when I was trying to plan things out I wasn’t quite happy with the idea and so I tried to come up with thoughts on how to tweak it. That was when the idea of Freya using the Book to corrupt her lab rats hit me, and I was immediately excited to run with it.
Personally I feel like one of the main reasons The Book is so underused as a concept is because my early additions to the series were a bit too restrictive. They included scenes in which the Book basically hypnotised the readers into reciting a particular spell, which didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time, but in the long run it made me feel very limited in what I could do with subsequent stories. I didn’t feel that I could skip those scenes without ruining the lore I’d built up already, yet at the same time they felt repetitive and boring to me, which put me off writing new additions altogether.
Now I think about it though, both this story and last year’s Gaypril addition feel like a kind of soft reboot in a way. They give more agency to the character’s to choose what magic they want to use and in doing so remove the plot point which I found so limiting, all while maintaining the essence of what I enjoyed about the originals too. I’m not saying I’ll be adding to The Book super regularly from now on, but it is definitely a much more viable option for me when coming up with new story ideas, and I’d definitely love to revisit it here and there when the right storyline catches my attention.
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