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Succubus Sorority: Playthings

By: MisstressChange

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A loud crack made Joanne blink as Crystal Broke the triangular pattern of billiard balls lined up on the pool table. She watched as all fifteen balls scattered across the table, the outermost balls traveling further than the centermost ones.

Broke watched them, too, looking out for any that might sink so she'd know whether she was stripes or solids and could plan her first move relative to the cue ball's position.

Crystal was simply amused that she didn't scratch out this time. The cheetah breathed a quiet cheer to herself as the cue ball rolled to a stop safely away from any of the table's six holes.

"Nice!" Complemented Joanne from her bar stool at the edge of the room. The deer paused to take a sip of her beer, head nearly bumping the wood-paneled wall behind her. "You're improving."

"I am!" Crystal happily agreed. Joanne chuckled at the cheetah's bubbly disposition. Her eyes followed the lower hem of Crystal's mini skirt as it swished back and forth with each move of her legs.

Joanne's gaze remained there as Crystal stepped around the table, allowing Brooke to line up an easy shot at a solid ball, which sat only inches from a corner hole. Their feet padded silently across the basement's soft carpeted floor.

Broke bent over the table, raising her pool cue to her outstretched hand lying on the raised edge of the table. The hyena faced away from Joanne, inadvertently displaying her round, toned ass, tightly wrapped in leather pants, to the deer as she arched her back.

Joanne was more than pleased with the view.

"Don't be afraid to take your time, hun." Joanne teased. "I like the way you line up a shot." The deer took another swig of her beer to the sound of the hyena scoffing at her leering comments.

"Take a good look, Joanne. It's the most you'll ever see of this." Brooke retorted, clearly irritated. Then, her right arm snapped back, then forward in the blink of an eye, and there was a loud *crack!* as the cue ball slammed into her target, sinking it in a blur of motion and then coming to rest only a few inches away, having spent all of its inertia.

Joanne was the sorority's resident lesbian, having joined four years prior alongside Abby and Brianna. Despite her constant ogling of the other girls and her unwanted comments, she was the most liked of the three senior girls who ran the house. She lacked interest in hazing the freshmen, and all the other girls would agree that her objectifying behavior was far preferable to Abby and Brianna's sadistic and degrading attitudes toward them. She also took an interest in the other girls' daily activities, helping them with chores and keeping unruly frat boys from taking advantage of them during hosted parties. Frankly, the other girls looked up to her as a leader more than Abby and Brianne, whom they all looked to as taskmasters. And so, the leering and jeering were tolerated.

"I've seen more of that!" Crystal blurted out, following up with Brooke. "We're roommates! We change in front of each other all the time!" The cheetah giggled.

Joanne's sly smirk instantly drooped, and her eyes bulged a little at the image Crystal had just forced into her head. Brooke was about to scold the ditsy cheetah for giving the sapphic deer more ideas but noticed its effect as she rounded the table. The hyena got a cheeky little idea and smirked to herself.

"Oh, of course, Crystal." Brooke started to say with forced enthusiasm, leaning her hip on the side of the table. "But that's not all that goes on in our room, of course."

"It's not?" The other two asked simultaneously, turning their heads to the hyena. Brooke gave her roommate a sly look, subtly telling her to go along with whatever she was talking about before continuing.

"Yeah. Remember the time we got a little drunk and practiced kissing with each other?" Brooke shot the cheetah a knowing look. One of Crystal's eyebrows had been raised in confusion, but the other joined it as she caught onto the hyena's ploy.

"Oh! Oh yeah, I remember." Her tone changed, mimicking Brooke's. "Remember when we bought that lingerie and took each other's pictures in them?" Crystal peered over at Joanne, who was staring off into space, biting down on her fingers as she imagined the two in such enticing garments.

"Oh, absolutely. My boyfriend loved those pictures, especially those of us groping and fondling each other on my bed." Brooke added. Her smirk nearly cracked her face in half.

"Mine loved the ones where we were naked." The cheetah said.

The two turned their gaze to Joanne, who looked like she might have a brain aneurism or bite straight through her fist. Crystal thought she could make out a thin trickle of blood running from her nose.

The two girls took in the damage they had wrought on the senior cervine's psyche by teasing her with something so close yet so unattainably far. It only took a few seconds for Brooke to crack up. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a nasally snicker but couldn't hold it back when she glanced over to see Crystal doing a poor job holding back a giggle.

The two broke into a deluge of girlish giggles and chuckles, Brooke breaking even further into belly laughter. She wrapped her free arm around her waist to clutch her sides, her other still holding her cue stick. It took a few moments for Joanne to realize they had been messing with her. The deer angrily downed the last of her beer and set the bottle down.

"You guys are assholes." She said bitterly, getting off her stool and stomping over to the basement's fridge. She refused to look at either of them, clearly embarrassed.

"You deserve it, Joanne." Brooke chuckled.

"Yeah, you hit on us all the time. It's only fair we mess with you once in a while!" Crystal blurted out between giggles. Joanne let out a frustrated groan.

"You two are lucky I'm not like the other head bitches here." The deer said. "I could make you guys do extra chores for something like this." The squeak of the fridge opening accompanied the girl's laughter. Joanne's frowning face searched for her beer, her hand moving the various clinking liquor bottles around.

"Maybe, but Brianne and Abby aren't thirsty lesbians, so what would be the point in teasing them?" Brooke deduced as the two girl's laughter appeared to be burning itself out.

"Yeah, yeah," Joanne said in a defeated tone. "Joke's on me. I've learned my lesson." She continued, hoping they'd settle down.

Indeed, she got what she asked for. The two's laughter halted immediately, but for reasons the deer couldn't hope to guess.

Two floors up, their sorority sister, Stacey, had unwittingly opened a portal to the hellish circle of lust, allowing a succubus to possess her body and two other succubi to possess the bodies of her friends and sorority sisters, Trisha and Ashley.

The portal, exposing the nearby earthly plane to the raw, sexual energy of that portion of hell, radiated an invisible pulse throughout the house, catching the other nine sisters in its grasp, Crystal, Brooke, and Joanne included.

What made the two girls' giggles go suddenly deaf was the unexpected tingle in their loins. A sudden warmth washed over their bodies, coming on in a flash. Their eyes widened, and they stared off into whatever space their eyes occupied when it hit them.

They blushed heavily under their fur.

Joanne stood up from the fridge, reaching for the magnet that doubled as a bottle opener. The deer had been unfazed by the sudden burst of otherworldly energy...for now. She was already feeling the stirring of her loins, thanks to the images the girls had forced into her mind.

But that feeling wouldn't leave now, no matter how many ice-cold bottles of beer she stuck between her legs. Like the one she was currently opening.

Crystal and Brooke looked at each other, giving each other a few nervous giggles as their eyes met. They both thought of the silly scenarios they had previously concocted to tease their senior sister.

Those scenarios didn't seem like mere jokes anymore. They felt like something a little more serious now. Possibilities, maybe? Thinking back on the things they had said they'd done in jest, those things sounded...exciting!

Their hearts thudded in their chests, blood pounding in their ears like kick drums. The two looked each other up and down. Crystal at Brooke in her tight leather pants and tank top that barely contained her D-cups, and Brooke at Crystal in her teasing, knife-pleated skirt and off-the-shoulder sweater that perpetually threatened to come loose and reveal what the cheetah's exposed bra straps were _really_holding up.

For the first time, they understood how Joanne felt around them.

They both swallowed hard, then blinked and started at the sound of Joanne popping off the cap of her beer. Their eyes shifted back toward the pool table, trying to put their new, intrusive thoughts out of their minds.

Brooke started toward her next angle of attack on the cue ball. But, unfortunately, it was next to Crystal, and as she moved closer to the cheetah, she sensed a new awkwardness that wasn't there before, like she was nervous being around the other girl. Perhaps...nervous about what might happen if they got too close.

To her relief, Crystal backed out of the hyena's way, rounding the corner of the table. Brooke gave another hard swallow and bent down to position her cue. Crystal watched her while Joanne took a swig of her freshly opened beer, closing the fridge.

Neither Brooke nor Crystal said a word, minds buzzing over the rising heat in their bodies and the growing sensation between their legs. They kept going silently back to their imagined selves, doing the things mentioned to Joanne. So many other situations flooded their heads.

How fun it had been coming up with those...funny...ideas. What other...funny...situations could they put themselves in to tease the doe?

"H-hey, Brooke?" Crystal asked, speaking with nervous giggles in tow. Brooke nearly jumped at the cheetah's voice.

"U-uh, yeah?" The hyena answered, still lining up her shot.

"Um...R-remember the time...w-we stumbled upon each other's toys?"

Brooke's eyes shot open in shock. She was in the middle of shooting, and the tail end of Crystal's question made her mess up her shot. The cue ball banked off to the side, hitting a group of balls still packed together from Crystal's break. They split apart and scattered.

"Uh...uhhh," Brooke murmured. Her mind processed what the cheetah had just said. She let the image ferment, let it simmer. Then, slowly a devious smirk crawled across her muzzled face, and her eyes peered up at Crystal's.

How dirty could she make this... 'encounter?'

"Yeah, I do," Brooke said, her voice elating a sensual playfulness. "Remember how we swapped them for a night?" Crystal snickered at Brooke's suggestion.

"I do, I do. I also remember how we had to show each other how to use them." Crystal asked.

"On each other, right?" Brooke quickly added, standing up straight again. She leaned on her cue stick for support. The two shared mischievous looks. Those looks held intense undertones, however, like they dared each other to do something.

"Yeah...on each other." Crystal agreed. The cheetah bit her lower lip as they continued their unbroken stare. Her hand played with the lower hem of her skirt.

"Haha. Very funny." Joanne said sarcastically as she passed by the table, sipping on her beer. She failed to notice how the two girls were locked in a flirtatious stalemate. She was too embarrassed, so she mistook their game of sapphic chicken for mere mockery.

"Remember when we went to that rave with your friend Heidi and the three of us did that MDMA?" Brooke asked. Her cue stick had shifted its position, no longer held to her side. Instead, she held it between her legs, pressing it firmly into her crotch. She subconsciously ground against it ever so subtly, the tight shiny leather of her flyless pants leaving little to the imagination as the polished stick sunk between her nether lips.

"Y-yeah..." was all Crystal could say back. She was a little distracted. Her eyes kept flittering down to Brooke's crotch. The cheetah's hands were absentmindedly scrunching her skirt, pulling the fabric tight around her hips and raising it high enough in the front for Brooke to make out her light blue cotton panties. Not to mention the wet spot that had formed over her lady parts. She waited with bated breath for the rest of Brooke's fabricated memory.

"Yeah, like...how the three of us got so high we went back to her place after, and we just...." She paused for suspense, leaning toward the cheetah, who shuffled closer to the table corner separating the two. Brooke's pause was working better than she thought it would. To Crystal, each second without the hyena's words was agony.

All they could hear was each other's breath through their noses and their own heartbeats in their ears.

"We just...lezzed out?" Brooke finished.

"Yes!" Crystal breathed excitedly, her eyes as wide as saucers. "What did we do?" She asked, eschewing the facade of it being a memory. Brooke continued confidently.

"Oh, you know, the three of us made out, took off our clothes, felt each other up,"

Crystal was hanging onto every word of Brooke's, and like those words, her fist clutched her skirt. It was pulled so tight it might actually tear.

"T-then...w-we..."

Brooke's voice was trembling as she spoke. The hyena was working herself up as much as she was Crystal. "We...fingered each other...on Heidi's bed...."

Crystal inched closer to the girl, who was grinding against the pool cue so hard her leather-bound pussy lips were nearly enveloping it.

"A-and then what?" Crystal asked, egging her on.

"Then...w-we...got into a circle and started eating each other out!"

"All right! Enough!" Joanne shouted.

The deer had been listening to the whole thing from her stool. She attempted to douse the raging fire in her loins with her beer, hastily warming against her crotch. Her face was buried in her hands while she tried not to picture the two in every situation they had just conceived of, knowing it could only ever be fantasy.

"You guys made your point. Please stop torturing me like this." She said dejectedly.

Crystal and Brooke watched their senior sister slump back against the wall behind her. Her shouting had broken the trance between them. They had honestly forgotten she was there. They had been too enamored with themselves.

Joanne looked over at them with a pleading look. Her eyes flashed over their bodies, and she made a soft groan, frowning. Just then, as she looked over them, a clever idea of her own sprung to life within her mind, and a smile smeared her dreary face.

"If you guys are so into each other, why don't you prove it? Demonstrate your...lezzing out...to me." She figured that would shut them up and allow her to get a hold of herself. She was just so goddamn horny.

Brooke and Crystal gave each other wicked looks. Joanne wouldn't know it, but she just gave them free rein to make their little fantasies a reality. The perfect excuse to let loose, to bring their self-gratifying teasing of their sister to its logical conclusion. The two knew what was about to happen, and it excited them beyond reason.

"Prove it, she says," Brooke said, loud enough for Joanne to hear. "What do you say we...prove it to her then?" Her voice buzzed with sensual sass. Crystal was nearly biting her lower lip right off while taking deep breaths through her nose.

"Yeah." She answered. "We should definitely...prove it to her."

The two girls had gotten dangerously close while verbally teasing each other, nearly meeting at the corner of the table. They leaned on the edge by their hips and arms, leaning toward one another over the corner pocket.

As they stared intensely into each other's eyes, muzzles only inches apart, Joanne watched then unblinkingly, eyebrow cocked. She was becoming as enthralled with them as they were with each other.

"We should go back to the start then, right?" Brooke asked, eyelids sagging.

"Yeah, where we kissed...." Crystal answered, her eyelids fluttering shut.

Joanne watched as the two girls leaned into one another, their eyes closing. Her eyes portrayed the opposite of theirs, snapping wide open when their lips met, with Crystal's hands rising to caress Brooke's face and Brooke's hand going to Crystal's waist.

What looked like what was going to be a simple kiss went straight into a furious make-out session. Joanne nearly spilled her beer. She observed unblinkingly the two girls sucking faces in front of her, eyes so wide they almost popped out of her skull. Her ears twitched at the smacking of their lips and the coos of their obvious enjoyment.

"Holy shit..." She breathed. "You guys sure are committed to this bit, eh?"

The two didn't respond. Instead, their hands had begun exploring other parts of their bodies. Joanne saw their mouths periodically open to accept one another's tongues.

"Really...committed..." Joanne added, trailing off. Her beer bottle was back between her legs. Her hands and thighs gripped it to the point where it might shatter. She forced it into her crotch while watching the scene unfold. How could she not? The fires in her loins were burning through her like kindling. Brooke and Crystal had stoked those flames; unfortunately, they would consume her just as they would the other two.

Brooke was the first of the two to break their embrace. But this was only so she could reach down and kiss the cheetah's neck. Crystal gasped and tilted her head back, giggling at the licks and kisses and the hands squirming their way up her shirt.

"Brooke..." Crystal started to say, voice breathy with lust. "How are we going to do the next part? We don't have any lingerie down here." Brooke bit Crystal's neck, forcing a yip from the girl.

"Then we'll just have to make do with our underwear," Brooke roughly said to the sexually dazed cheetah.

The sound of breaking glass broke the quiet atmosphere of the basement as Joanne's beer bottle shattered between her legs, the force applied to it analogous to the tension the deer was under. She was witnessing things she thought could only happen in her wet dreams.

The deer was barely fazed by the chunks of glass and brushed the jagged pieces to the floor, never taking her eyes off the girls. She was lucky she hadn't been cut. The beer that had yet to have been drunk ended up all over her lap. But all and all, It didn't matter. She was so wet that it wouldn't be long before her jeans were stained with her arousal.

Brooke pulled Crystal's shirt over the cheetah's head. Then she crossed her arms to herself and took off her tank top, pulling it up and inside out from the lower hem. Crystal's upper body was now bare in her light blue push-up bra, and Brooke's in her red bralette.

The hyena pulled in close to Crystal and grabbed her cute little ass, making the spotted feline giggle, then cry out in surprise when Brooke's hands slid down and grabbed her upper thighs, lifting her onto the edge of the pool table.

With crystal now on the table, the two returned to sloppy kissing again. Joanne's unblinking stare never left them. She leaned to one side, eager to get a better angle now that Crystal's back was to her.

Brooke, whose eyes fluttered open momentarily, noticed the deer trying to peek a glance. One of the hyena's hands left its place on Crystal's thigh and moved to pull her phone from her back pocket. She broke the two's oral bond as she scrolled through it, heart racing.

"What are you doing?" Crystal giggled. She nearly fell from her place on the table following the hyena's snout as it pulled away from hers.

"Proving the next thing we did." She stated. Then added with a wicked tone, "Taking pictures."

Brooke opened her camera app and held it high above her and crystal. Her other hand slipped from the cheetah's thigh and dipped between her spotted yellow legs. Crystal let out a sharp gasp, then a soft moan, and leaned backward, shifting her arms behind her to prop herself up off the green fabric, knocking a score of balls out of the way with audible cracks as they hit each other.

Joanne strained to see around the girl, to see what Brooke was doing to her and if what she assumed was happening between the cheetah's legs was happening.

The Deer got halfway off her stool before her phone buzzed. She glanced at it for a moment, pausing when she read the message notification on the screen.

New message: Brooke(sorority): Image...

Joanne swallowed hard and lifted the phone from the table. Hands shaking, she opened it to the text thread and nearly choked at what she saw.

The first image was of Brook and Crystal from above, Brooke's arm arching above till it vanished offscreen. Her other hand was between Crystal's legs and up her skirt. Her thumb hooked upward and lifted the cheetah's skirt high enough for Joanne to see the moist spot on Crystal's blue panties...with...Brooke's fingers pressed firmly into it.

The deer hastily scrolled down to the following picture. This one displayed Brooke's fingers pulling the cheetah's panties down by the waistband, peeling the front down to give Joanne a glimpse of the top half of the girl's pussy.

Joanne's heart beat so hard and so fast that she could hear it in her ears, overpowering the sexual sounds coming from the two girls at the pool table. It was the first time she had seen this much of any of her sorority sisters. It drove the heat between her legs into overdrive. It began to spread throughout her body, sending her further and further toward a lust that would be impossible to maintain.

Her eyes bore into her screen as she scrolled to the last picture. There, between the cheetah's furry legs, was Brooke's hand, with two of her fingers crammed deep inside her pussy. The hyena's fingers were already matted with Crystal's lewd juices.

The world fell away from the deer. She got tunnel vision as an unnatural amount of blood rushed to her loins, propelled by her thundering heart.

A sudden drop of blood on her screen broke her concentration on the image. A second drop followed the first. The world returned to her as she reached up to feel her nose. Looking down at her hand, she found blood staining the walnut-brown fur on her fingers.

Her nose had started bleeding.

Joanne turned her head back up to gaze over at the others. By the hyena's arm movements, Brooke appeared to be furiously fingering Crystal while the cheetah leaned back on her outstretched spotted arms, head lolling up toward the ceiling. The cheetah's cry out made Joanne flinch and pin her ears back.

"Oh, Brooke!" She shouted. "Fuck, you're better at this than my boyfriend!" Her moans and gasps filled the air when she wasn't talking.

"Duh," Brooke replied. Her voice was a mix of sensuality and sass. "We're girls. We know how to make each other feel good. Sooooooo good." The hyena drew her eyes up at Joanne for the briefest of moments. Joanne's heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed hard, her mouth dry as a desert.

The deer made a surprised grunt as she toppled out of her chair. She hadn't noticed how far forward she had been sitting in her seat. She threw her hands out in front of herself, still holding her phone in her left hand.

She landed on the carpeted floor with a thud. A few drops of blood from her nose landed beneath her. She wiped the last of it from her snout before climbing back to her feet, using the pool table's edge to stabilize her.

As Joanne steadied herself back to her feet, Crystal let the rest of her body lay back on the table, her arm swiping any pool balls away as she craned back. Her spotted head rested against the opposite raised edge of the table, where Joanne's hands now were.

The cheetah looked up into Joanne's eyes, and Joanne looked down into hers. A common understanding was shared between them in that moment, and a common want. Crystal would be the one to break the tension between them, asking for what they both desired between her deep breaths.

"You're so hot, Joanne...Wanna make out?" She asked lackadaisically, eyes half-lidded. She was euphoric, taken there by Brooke's skilled fingers. Joanne opened her mouth to answer but could only produce a ragged grunt with her dry mouth.

"Uh huh..." She nodded as she vocalized her desire. This was all she could have hoped to ask for. Three and a half years at the sorority, and all she wanted was even one of the girls to be into her; swing her way. Fucking finally...something came of her tortured time spent in the house. Saying no to this was out of the question.

Joanne leaned down, her face lowering to Crystal's. The cheetah took Joanne's face in her hands, and the two parted lips, their muzzles meeting. Their tongues twirled around the other, and they took turns sucking on each other.

Joanne's right hand rested on the table edge. The left went for her pants, undoing the button and zipper before cramming deep inside her panties. Crystal's ears twitched and pivoted toward the sound of the deer's zipper being undone. She coaxed Joanne's head from hers so she could speak to her with the soft tone of a dove.

"You should just take those off, Joanne. We won't be needing them where we're going...."

"Y-yeah..." The deer said, nodding her head. She was blushing so hard beneath her fur that Crystal could almost see it. Sheepishly, she grabbed the waistband and began peeling the denim down her legs.

"Mmmmm," Crystal hummed as she watched the deer strip. "You got nice legs, Joanne. And nice, wide hips too...." The cheetah licked her lips sensually like an unholy hunger had taken hold of her.

"You should totally sit on my face right now." She said. Her words flowed effortlessly, like silk, into Joanne's ears. The deer let out a wheezing breath, nearly having a heart attack.

Joanne shook with lust. Her hands darted for her white cotton panties, yanking them down as if Crystal would rescind her offer if she took even a second too long. The moist crotch of her panties peeled off her puffy pussy lips, which drooled with translucent trails of her arousal.

Crystal stared. Everything was upside down from her perspective as she craned her head back. Her eyes followed Joanne's pussy as the deer climbed onto the pool table. She craned her head up and licked the string of pussy juice hanging off Joanne's folds, giggling and humming in satisfaction.

"I...I can't f-fucking believe this is actually happening." Joanne said, voice quivering as her body continued to tremble with excitement. Brooke spoke up from her place at the opposite end of the table, fingers still buried in Crystal. Her other hand was stuffed in her leather pants.

"I c-can't either," she said, panting as she fingered herself. "B-but it is...and...I don't want it to stop...."

Joanne hovered over Crystal's face, then slowly lowered herself onto the cheetah's snout, feeling the girl's hot breath on her holes, then the feline's rough tongue flittering over her sex.

"Oh...Crystal....Oh yeah..." Joanne cooed. The deer rocked her hips ever so slightly, trying to sync their rhythm with the cheetah's tongue. Joanne took off her flannel shirt and, subsequently, her bralette, letting her double Ds bob out into the open air. One hand went to town on her erect nipples. The other reached down to rub circles on her clit.

Brooke watched the two go at it, specifically Joanne rocking back and forth on top of Crystal's face. The hyena needed more, more attention, more inside of herself. She gazed over at her cue stick, devising a most wicked idea. Despite being a lesbian, Joanne should know how to handle a stick, right?

Brooke hooked her thumbs into her leather pants and pulled the tight fabric down to her knees, hastily stepping out of the legs. She placed her hands on the edge of the table and gracefully pushed herself up onto it.

If any of them were of sound mind, they might have pondered how much weight the table could hold. But, under the influence of their runaway libidos, they couldn't stop themselves. Even if the wooden legs were to give out, they would continue as if nothing had happened.

Brooke crawled next to Crystal and pivoted on her knees, spinning herself around so her panty-covered rear faced Joanne. She wiggled her ass at the deer and peered back with pure lust in her eyes. Her short tail wagged back and forth, fanning her scent at her senior sister.

"Care to unwrap me, Joanne?" She asked. Joanne swallowed and bit her lower lip.

"This is...unreal..." She breathed, taking her hand from her breast and reaching out toward Brooke's rear.

"Oh, this is_absolutely_ real." Brooke wiggled her butt again as Joanne hooked her finger into the top of the hyena's red lacy undies. She let out a breathy sigh, making her voice as sexual as possible. "I don't know why we didn't do this before. Why did we wait so long?"

"C-cause you guys are straight?" Joanne asked, thinking it the obvious answer. Brooke chuckled softly.

"So is spaghetti...until it gets wet." Brooke quipped. She gave Joanne a toothy, knowing grin and felt her panties tug inch by inch over her hips. Joanne took in the sight of the hyena's naked pelvic region. The girl looked like a delicious feast to Joanne, and it took all of her restraint not to bury her face in the girl's self-marinating loins.

The deer barely noticed Brooke grab the cue stick, only catching on when the hyena passed the pointed end within her line of sight. Joanne glanced at it, then back at Brooke, who looked back at her, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I _need_filling, Joanne...can you please oblige me? I need to prove the part where we used each other's toys on each other."

Joanne released a series of nervous giggles, laughing at how absurd it was that Brooke was still sticking with the 'proving their alleged stories' premise, like that even mattered anymore. It was but a sorry excuse to fornicate together at this point. As if they even needed an excuse. The lust that had taken over their rational minds had sealed their fates, regardless of sexual preference. They would fuck anybody. They just happened to be within arms, fingers, and tongues, reach.

"Y-yes, ma'am," Joanne said. She took hold of the cue stick and aimed the blunt, fatter end toward the girl. The rubber tip, designed for use against the floor, hovered near the hyena's glistening hole. Brooke pulled her labia aside with one hand, and Joanne gripped the cue with both of hers.

The deer pressed the tip against Brooke's entrance. The hyena arched her back and cooed, her body language pleading with Joanne to continue. And so, she did.

Joanne slowly but firmly pushed the stick forward. Brooke moaned out as the object sunk into her folds. Inch by agonizing inch, Joanne watched the lacquered wood disappear into her sorority sister. The Hyena's legs twitched as her hole was adequately filled.

"Soooo much better...." Brooke sighed. Joanne let the cue linger for a few moments before slowly withdrawing it, then, with it now coated in Brooke's arousal, slid it effortlessly back into the girl.

Crystal's hand tapped Joanne's leg, and the cheetah forced her snout from under Joanne's thick thighs.

"Fill meeee!!!" She demanded, her voice cranky and needy. It had become apparent how long it had been since someone had played with her and, in turn, numbed the fire in her loins. That fire had flared up again.

Brooke's concentration on her self-gratification broke, and she gazed over at the cheetah's coochie. Joanne paused mid-thrust to do the same. The two girls looked at each other before exchanging cheeky grins.

Without warning, both girls leaned toward the cheetah's hip section and stuffed two of their fingers in Crystal's snatch. Crystal yelped in ecstasy. Her legs straightened at the knee, suspending past the edge of the table. Her toes curled as four fingers stretched her wide and tickled her vaginal walls.

"Oooohhh! Fuck YESSS!" she cried, her snout still poking out from between Joanne's legs. The only things leaving her mouth from then on were moans of delight. Joanne returned to pumping the cue stick in and out of Brooke, receiving pleased hums from the hyena.

The three girls continued their circle of sapphic fun, Crystal digging her snout back between Joanne's cheeks and resuming her tongue's assault on Joanne's sloppy cunt. The wet sounds of things going in and out of wet orifices and the lofty murmur of sexual vocalizations floated through the musk-scented air of the basement.

Brooke was the first to cum. She had been bucking back against Joanne's cue stick for a while, and as her legs quivered, she bowed her head low to the green lining of the table before it fully hit her.

"Oh-shit...AH!!! AHHH!!!! Oh, fuck!" The hackles on her back rose, and her whole body joined her legs, shaking like a leaf in a storm. "Christ, Joanne!" She cried out, riding her orgasm. Joanne was bent over, jamming the pool cue in and out of her while she crammed her fingers deep inside Crystal, going further than Brooke's.

Joanne was perfectly able to hook her fingers against Crystal's g-spot. The cheetah arched her back and pulled her legs up to the table, placing her feet on the edge and wrapping her toes over the corners. Crystal joined with Brooke, being the second girl to cum.

Her tail twitched and bristled as she came. Her tongue lashed and darted about Joanne's folds, the rough texture eliciting so many intricate sensations within the deer's sex. A muffled moan came from under Joanne, and the girl gripped her lover's thighs, digging her claws into the brown pelt.

Joanne was the last of the three to climax. Her senses had been overwhelmed by the plethora of stimuli around her. The smell of the others' musk, the sound of them in the throes of orgasm, the sight of them writhing before her. The feeling of pleasure provided by Crystal's tongue blended with the exquisite pain of the cheetah's claws in her thighs. It all coalesced into one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.

"Oh, my f-FUCK!!!!" Joanne screamed, pointing her head up to the ceiling. She ground her pussy on Crystal's open snout, unleashing a musky stream of squirt onto the cheetah's face. Crystal happily lapped up all she could, like a kitten to spilled milk. Joanne opened her eyes, her vision wavering, seeing sparkling spots on the textured ceiling above.

Minutes passed by, and the multiple orgasms rocking the three finally abated. Yet, they never ceased their depraved actions toward one another. Their libido should have diminished or waned...steadied. But it hadn't, not even a bit. If anything, the lustful fires consuming them had stoked, and they sought out ever more depraved acts.

Crystal had graduated to tossing Joanne's salad. Her arms snaked under the deer, spreading her lover's cheeks apart with her clawed hands. Brooke was skewering herself on the cue stick as hard as Joanne could push it into her. Joanne obliged them both, cramming an extra finger in Crystal's snatch to match Brooke's own third.

"It-....it's not enough..." Brooked said with a shuddering voice and defeated tone. She looked back to the deer almost fearfully. Almost like she was ashamed of what she had done so far to reach climax and afraid of what she would have to do to reach the next.

"I know..." Joanne replied. "I need more...." She grunted as Crystal slipped her tongue into her asshole.

"S-s-so much more," Brooke replied. Her gaze shifted away from the deer, and she paused, clearly in muddled thought. Her eyes again made contact with Joanne's, a deranged gleam across their surfaces. "I think... I need you to fist me."

Joanne simply swallowed and nodded to the hyena. Slowly she withdrew the cue stick from Brooke's pussy, leaving Brooke feeling agonizingly empty. She groaned, arching her back and lifting her rear closer to Joanne.

"Fuuuuuck. Fuck! C'mon Joanne!" She let out a frustrated growl, the fires of lust scorching her being. "Fist me! Fucking fist me and shove that greasy stick up my tight ass while you do it!" Joanne saw a feral streak swelling up in the hyena's eyes.

Joanne could feel it too. This maddening animal lust driving her to debase herself further but, more importantly, to debase her fellow sisters. They had already gone so far beyond the things she'd fantasized about in the shower. So why not go even further? Why not push things beyond their limits? It felt so good. Divine, in the most diabolical sense.

"Of course...you mewling little slut." Joanne growled, her demeanor taking a jarring turn. "I'm going to fill you until you're fucking ruined." She sounded like she might froth at the mouth. Her face looked craven. A glint of ravenous teeth shone through a crack in her manic smile. She was going to fist the fuck out of Brooke, receiving pleasure vicariously through her as she stretched the girl wide.

Joanne dropped the cue stick and pointed her five fingers into a cone pattern. She grabbed the hyena's wagging tail by the base and leaned toward Brooke's sweet lady parts. With little warning, she crammed her tapering fingers inside Brooke's love tunnel. The deer forced her fingers deeper and deeper, finessing her digits to the back of the hyena's cunt.

Brooke moaned loud and raggedly like she was receiving some phenomenal back massage, coming close to lamentations of agony. "Oh! ooohhh! Ooooooohhhh!" She groaned, feeling Joanne's whole hand penetrate her. Joanne removed her hand from Crystal's pussy and used it to pick up the cue stick, still slick with Brooke's girl-cum. The deer drove it forward, pressing it against Brooke's tail hole and watching as it entered her.

"Oooooohhhh...God, yes, Joanne!! Give it all to me!!! Fill me like the little whore I am!" Brooke cried out.

"Oh, you just love being filled, don't you? You're such a little slut." Joanne replied with revelry. The hyena's pussy closed around Joanne's wrist, gripping it. Slowly, Joanne curled her fingers, closing her hand into a fist.

As Joanne ravished Brooke's holes, Crystal stirred beneath her. The sudden lack of attention ate at her like acid. Her face wiggled out from Joanne's ass. Joanne would have smothered the girl if she wasn't already occupied with Brooke.

"Fill me! FILL ME!" Crystal demanded like a furious spoiled child. Joanne growled at her mewling.

"If you don't fill my ass back up with that tongue, I'll make sure you stay...unfilled." Crystal didn't seem to appreciate Joanne's answer.

"NO!" She cried. "Fucking fill me, you skank!" Joanne growled at her, losing her patience. She dropped her hips onto the cheetah's face, shutting her up.

"Fine, you little brat!" The deer spat. She turned her head to Brooke, whose upper body was slumped lazily against the tabletop, tongue unfoiled over the green fabric. "Brooke!" Joanne shouted, stirring the twitching hyena back to her senses. "Take care of this little brat's pussy."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Brooke replied. She would obey anything Joanne asked now, knowing the deer could end her pleasure any second. She pushed herself back up off the table and curved her body so her face hovered above the cheetah's snatch.

"Teach this brat a lesson and jam one of those billiard balls inside her. That should shut her up for good." Joanne commanded.

"Yes, ma'am," Brooke obeyed.

"And call me...mistress," Joanne added. The joyous malice in her voice was all but evident.

"Yes, mistress," Brooke replied without missing a beat.

"Yes..._I'm_your mistress. Both of you. I like the sound of that very much so." Joanne said, grinning ear to ear as she worked over Brooke's holes.

Brooke panted as she plucked the 'eight' ball from the green tabletop and grasped it with intent. Joanne saw Brooke going for the girl and spoke up in her domineering tone.

"Spread your legs, Crystal, and receive what you so dearly desire."

Crystal obeyed, desperately wanting the inferno between her legs to be sated. Brooke looked at Joanne with a touch of uncertainty, like somewhere inside her, she was worried she might hurt her roommate with what she was about to do.

"Do it." Joanne snapped. Brooke's mouth turned up into a tired smile, and she reached down between the cheetah's legs. The hyena pressed the ball into Crystal's already gaping hole.

"Eight ball, Crystal's pocket...." Brooke declared as if still participating in their friendly match from earlier, going for the win. She crammed the ball inside the girl. Crystal's labia parted, and her hole stretched wide. Crystal's toes curled, and Joanne felt rumblings of the cheetah's moans on her asshole.

"Good girl, Brooke." Joanne praised. Brooke's tired smile turned up into something more deranged. The circumference of the ball reached its epoch. Crystal's entrance stretched into a perfect circle before the ball sunk into her depths.

The cheetah squirmed beneath Joanne. The further the eight-ball got, the more those squirms turned to spasms. Before long, Crystal came again, her vaginal wall clamping down hard around the ball, forcing her g-spot against its polished surface.

"L-look at her g-go," Brooke mentioned, watching her roommate's hips buck as she slipped from one orgasm to the next.

"I know. You did that, Brooke. You made her feel amazing."

"We could have been doing this every night in our room." The hyena said, remorseful of the opportunities not explored with her feline friend.

"Yes, you could have." Joanne agreed. "With me too. If only you two accepted my advances...."

Brooke shuddered and cried out in ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut as another orgasm rocked her body hard.

"Oh, Fuck. OH FUCK!"

Joanne felt the girl's cunt suck on her fist as she convulsed before her.

"Good girl." The deer cooed. She lavishly enjoyed seeing her sorority sisters in such a state, immersing themselves in their sudden sapphic desires under the spell of an insatiable lust. It was divine. She felt so in control of them, like a shepherd. It almost made up for the lack of attention she was receiving from the two, as Crystal's tongue no longer did the job.

Joanne withdrew her hand from Brooke, along with the cue stick, bringing the girl's orgasmic trance to an end. The hyena snapped at her, growling with malice, and turned around to face the deer.

Joannes's face went sour in a second. The deer raised her squirt-coated hand and struck Brooke across her muzzled face with the back of it. Brooke yipped and turned with the strike, losing her balance and rolling over onto her back. Joanne had a furious scowl scrunching up her face. For a deer, she looked like quite the predator.

"Bad girl!" She shouted, pointing a raised finger at the hyena. "You do NOT growl at your mistress!"

Brooke whined like a sad puppy as she rubbed the side of her face. "B-but mistress..." Her voice was meek and broken. "I...I need to feel full...I...can't live without something inside me...."

"That's no excuse for that type of misbehavior," Joanne said sternly, her voice quieting.

"I'm...sorry, mistress," Brooke said, eyes tearing up. Joanne's face softened, and she huffed a breath out of her nose.

"I assume you wish to be filled like your sister here," She stated, looking down at the squirming cheetah under her. She brought her sticky hand up to her chin in thought, slipping a finger in her mouth to taste Brooke's juices. Her other hand came down and gave Crystal a few friendly slaps on her inner thigh. "Hey! Spots! Your roommate need's some attention."

Joanne rose off the cheetah's face and climbed off of her. She picked up the white cue ball and coaxed it into one of Crystal's hands. "Use that on your sister there." She commanded. Crystal opened her weary eyes to gaze at the deer.

"Y-yes, m-mistress." She replied, finding it hard to talk through her orgasms. Then, shaking, she began to pick herself up into a sitting position. Joanne turned her gaze to Brooke.

"Present yourself to her, slut." She demanded.

"Y-yes, mistress." She hastily replied. The hyena turned herself around on all fours, facing away from Crystal. Crystal was kneeling behind Brooke, taking in the sight of the girl's yearning holes. Joanne placed her hand on the cheetah's shoulder.

"You can do it, sweetie, put in in her. She wants it, don't you, slut?"

"Y-yes, yes, I need it, Crystal. Fucking put it in me!" Brooke cried, begging for it. Crystal let out an excited giggle.

"O-ok, Brooke." Her mouth hung open at Brooke's glistening pussy lips, still gaping from Joanne's fist.

Slowly, the cheetah leaned forward and gripped Brooke's ass. She was shaking, most likely from experiencing orgasm after orgasm. They both were, Brooke more from anticipation. Crystal rolled the cue ball in her fingers. "I-if there's a-anything I'm good at w-when it comes to pool...it's s-s-scratching...."

The cheetah hit the ball home, ramming it into Brooke's cunt and cramming it into the hyena's gaping hole. Brooke howled out in pleasure, cumming before the sphere even got inside.

"Yes, good girl...." Joanne praised, practically foaming at the mouth as she watched her sorority sisters violate each other at her command. It was the first time she had her hands free to tend to her own needs, fingering herself with one hand and tweaking her nipples with the other. It was all she could have ever hoped for and so much more.

"Oh, fuck!" Brooke raggedly cried out.

"F-feels g-good, doesn't it?" Crystal asked, trying to contain ecstatic giggling.

"Fuck, yes! It does! I f-feel so full!" Brooke felt the whole ball sink into her nethers, pressing against her g-spot and forcing another orgasm out of her each time she contracted against its polished surface.

"Very good, sluts." Joanne huffed, nearly reaching an orgasm of her own. "Is everyone satisfied with themselves?"

"Y-yes!" Brooke moaned.

"Uh-huh," Crystal followed.

"Good," Joanne growled. "Now get over here and satisfy your mistress like the skanks you are!" Her tone took on something bordering demonic. The two girls looked at each other, then scrambled to the sides of the dominating deer.

Their hands wandered over Joanne's body, feeling every curve and crevasse before meeting their mistress's between her legs. Joanne removed her hand so the two could access her hole. Both pressed into their mistress, heads craning down to each take a nipple in their mouths.

"Oh, yes...such good girls you've become..." Joanne said, wrapping each of her arms around one of the girls. The two were quivering against her as they orgasmed again and again.

"I never want this to end...." Crystal whined.

"Never, never, never...." Brooke added.

Joanne huffed a long breath, then moaned out as she came, clenching against her sister's fingers. Then, when she recovered, she answered them. "I could never abandon such splendid company as yours."

It wasn't long before the deer came again, then again, then again. Eventually, she reached her hands down the backs of the two and crammed two of her fingers in their asses.

The three were caught in a feedback loop of ecstasy. They'd remain there, pleasuring each other like that until they'd pass out from exhaustion or expire from starvation, whichever came first. Only the release of those who caused their otherworldly libido could free them.

Luckily for them, those individuals were descending the stairs to the basement.

"Well, look at you three!"

The voice of Stacey, their sorority sister, belted out, startling the three captive girls. In any other mental state, the three would recoil in embarrassment at being caught by another. But such was their unnatural lust that they barely registered the new voice. Instead, they seemed to enjoy being watched, reveling in it, making them quiver and quake as the three came once more.

"You three look like you're having the best time exploring each other's bodies." The snow leopard observed as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Trisha and Ashley followed behind, lavishing in their first sight of the three as they climaxed all over each other's hands.

"Awe, they look so cute together," Ashley commented with mock adoration.

"Oh, absolutely. Who knew it would be these two who would finally crumble to Joanne's ceaseless advances."

"The deer sure knows the meaning of persistence."

The two lesser succubi giggled to themselves while Stacy smiled a toothy grin. The three gathered at the bottom of the stairs. The pattering of padded feet on carpet and a chorus of giggling floated down from the top.

One by one, the rest of the sorority filed in behind them, all naked, all playfully struggling amongst one another for a peek at the soon-to-be new converts. An excited squeal would periodically arise from the group as someone would get their ass or nipple squeezed.

"Come on down, girls. Come see Joanne's wet dreams given life." Stacy ordered. The three succubi moved aside so the other five girls could take a spot before the three on the table. They 'ooed' and 'awed' as they watched.

"They're so good together!" Julia gushed.

"Look at them cum!" Rachel Jeered.

"That was us, like, ten minutes ago., Emily mentioned.

"Yeah, thank god mistress came in and saved us from ourselves," Sarah added.

"Oh, of course! It was still so much fun, though. The never-ending pleasure...." Gabby reminisced.

The other girls all nodded in agreement, humming and grunting but never taking their eyes off the threesome on the pool table. They began to press in close, and it wasn't long before they were all groping and playing with one another, all of them thoroughly enjoying the show.

The three girls on the table were enjoying it too. They stared each of their sorority sisters in the eyes as they came over and over, eager to show off how depraved they had become.

That's when Stacey entered their view, her long wings folded to half their entire span. She stepped up to Joanne in particular, making the deer the focus of her attention.

"My, my...what a little harem you've procured, Joanne. This must be a dream come true for you, finally touching those whose panties you've been sniffing these past couple of years." The snow leopard's voice stung with belittlement. She reached out to pet Crystal's head, but Joanne snapped at her hand like a rabid dog. The deer snarled and growled, bearing her teeth, a display rather vicious for a herbivore.

"Mine!" Joanne barked, biting at the word as it exited her mouth. Stacey had her hand drawn back, looking the deer over with contempt and confusion.

"How dare you bite at me, you little slut! These two belong to me now, and so do you. You just don't realize it yet." Stacey composed herself and took a deep breath.

"This hostility towards me and the coveting of my property should grant you a night in the corner of this room, forced to watch as the rest of us fornicate till dawn as that lust that has ever so taken control of your senses burns between your legs. Your suffering would be immense and drawn out, eventually being allowed relief by subjugation to me."

The snow leopard snapped her fingers, and the faces of the five girls lined up behind her took on twisted, malicious postures; their bodies wound up like they were suddenly awaiting a simple order to surround and arrest the deer.

"I can easily make that happen...."

Joanne's visage quickly melted into one of terror. Dark wrinkles appeared under her eyes as they widened. Her jaw hung open. The thought of being left out of an all-female orgy, forced to watch while bound and gagged as her ever-consuming libido drove her completely feral, frightened her like nothing before.

"N-no...no please..." She whimpered, begging for mercy as she experienced another orgasm.

To her relief, Stacy waved her hand, and the others returned to their bubbly states of nakedness.

"Luckily for you, I'm amused by your...spunk, and I'm not talking about the kind coating your fingers." She explained.

"You are, mistress?" Ashley asked, secretly wishing to see Joanne as a restrained, rabid sex beast. Joanne's face relaxed, returning to a visage of euphoria as her lover's fingers still wriggled inside her.

"Indeed. I have the perfect role for her." The snow leopard swayed her seductive hips back and forth, drawing Joanne's eyes. "We will need one of these girls to be in charge when the three of us are away from the house. So I think it's only fitting that we give that privilege to Joanne. She definitely has the moxie, plus she's already a senior and has the most experience 'dealing' with girls in various ways."

"Excellent idea, mistress." Ashley praised.

"I agree..." Trisha added. Stacey addressed the deer once more.

"Would you like that, slut? Being in charge of all these girls in service to us? You'd have to...give in to me. Submit yourself and your free will, but you'll be able to do with the rest of the sorority as you wish. So long as we do not require their 'skills,' of course."

Joanne looked puzzled, as puzzled as one could look with two pairs of fingers in her snatch. She appeared to be contemplating Stacey's offer through her ever-pleasured state.

"Did I mention I can take away that fire inside you? That fire that's been burning inside you for the past half an hour or so? The fire that threatens to consume your being as each climax you feel douses it less and less? I can make that go away. All you have to do is...submit to me."

"Yes!" Joanne exclaimed without a second thought.

"Yes, what?" Stacey asked wickedly, her tone and smile displaying her amusement.

"Yes, I s-s-submit to you! Take me!!!" Joanne stammered and cried through another orgasm.

"I knew you would...." Stacey replied, victory resonating in her voice. She stepped up to the panting deer, whose tongue hung from her cervine maw. She took Joanne's face by her hand, caressing her mouth. Then, leaning forward, the succubus placed her open mouth on the deer's, and the two shared a long, sensuous kiss.

As they embraced, Stacey's eyes glowed a bright magenta hue. Joanne's did the same, and her vision filled with swirling, shimmering kaleidoscope patterns of that magenta. Her body shook as one last massive orgasm rocked her being. A torrent of girl spunk unleashed from between her legs, soaking Brooke and Crystal's hands and flooding onto the pool table.

Joanne didn't moan but instead screamed into Stacey's maw. She rode her otherworldly orgasm; all the while, her essence, and free will poured from her body, flowing through her mouth into Stacey. From that point on, she would be tied to the succubus, incapable of making her own decisions or controlling her body, only able to watch as she did what was commanded of her through her own eyes.

Unlike the other girls who had suffered the same fate, she would at least be given control over the rest of Stacy, Trish, and Ashley's puppets. Joanne would have considered this a dream come true...if she wasn't a prisoner inside her own body.

Joanne's hyperintense orgasm seemed to dissipate as quickly as it had come on. Stacey took a step back, her hands gingerly slipping free of the deer's face. A string of saliva sagged between their still-open mouths as they parted, drooping and falling to the table's edge below.

Joanne's face now looked entirely at ease, like she had found inner peace and an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The raging fire inside her was no more, replaced by a tranquil waterfall.

"How do you feel, Joanne?" Stacey asked.

"Wonderful, mistress." The deer answered. She withdrew her hands from the other two and placed them on her lap, awaiting her mistress's first command. Brooke and Crystal squirmed in protest.

"Excellent, girl. I'm happy for you. Now remove yourself from these two, so my comrades can do the same for your sisters here." She ordered. Joanne was already obeying, shifting off the table.

"Yes, mistress." She said. Her legs and arms worked to get her kneeling body into a position where she could scoot her butt off the table. Crystal and Brooke's mouths popped off her nipples, and their hands and arms draped and dragged on her body.

"No! Mommy! Don't go! Brooke cried, attempting to clutch Joanne's fur.

"Don't leave us!" Crystal whined. "I burn with need!"

"Me too!" Brooke added, blubbering. The two looked and sounded on the verge of tears.

"Awe," Stacey mocked. "Such needy little skanks you are. Is your mommy all done with you?"

Tears welled in the two girl's eyes. Their holes yearned to be played with. Their mouths begged to be stuffed with titties or pussies or cocks. The two leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of the table.

"Please...help us..." Begged Brooke. Stacey thought it amusing to see the confident hyena in such a sorry state. The bat-winged snow leopard turned her head to each side, giving Trisha and Ashley a sly look.

"What do you girls say? Should we help them?" She asked, drawing out the erotic suffering of the two before her. Trisha and Ashley moved forward to either side of Stacey.

"That depends if they're willing to surrender themselves," Ashley said, leering at the pathetic display of a cheetah in front of her.

"Indeed..." Trisha said. The bobcat stroked her chin as she observed her prey, Brooke. "Like the others, they will have to give themselves to us willingly."

"Don't tell me the rules, cunt. I know them well. I'm the alpha here, remember?" Stacey side-eyed Trisha as she chastised her. Trisha straightened up in respect.

"Of course, mistress. I-it was more for them than us. Of course, we know the rules." She explained in a flustered but to-the-point manner. "I was merely trying to draw out their suffering. I enjoy seeing them in front of all their sorority sisters like this. It's...exciting." Her deepened into one of sexual excitement as she spoke. Stacey's demeanor relaxed as she went on, smiling impishly again.

"Ahhh, indeed." Stacey agreed, watching the two girls on the pool table shake with another powerful yet insufficient orgasm.

"Oh, god...." Brooke breathed, voice quivering. A tear ran down her face. "It's not enough." Her voice suddenly broke into shouts. "It's never ENOUGH!"

Crystal groaned in anguish. Her hand was bearing down hard on her clitoris. "Fuck, Brooke. Please...just...just come here and fist my ass. I need to be filled; Filled till my tummy bulges." She shuffled on her knees, pointing her ass roughly in Brooke's direction while still gripping the side of the pool table.

"I...It won't be enough...." Brooke said through gritted teeth. "...diminishing returns..." Was all she could get out before another orgasm rocked her. Then suddenly, mid-orgasm, she looked up at the three succubi with pain and anger.

"Just take this away! Please! Like you did with Joanne. Give me sweet relief from this carnal hell, or just fucking end me already!!" The three succubi nearly staggered at Brooke's sudden request for death. The other girls all murmured to each other. Stacey's mouth scrunched up. Perhaps even she had taken things a little far with the hyena.

The snow leopard put a hand on Trisha's shoulder, and the bobcat nodded, her eyes fixed on the poor hyena.

"All right, all right," Trisha spoke. "Soooo, dramatic. You want relief, dear?"

Brooke flailed her head up and down, nodding.

"Understood...well then...you must accept me and the other two as your mistresses from now on. Give yourself up...submit to me and through me, Stacey. Accept your new role and life as our servant, our puppet, our plaything."

Brooke stared blankly at the ground before saying: "I accept."

"Are you sur-"

"I ACCEPT!" Brooke cried out at the top of her lungs. "I submit to you! I'm yours!!" Trisha gave her prey a toothy grin and stepped forward, placing a hand on the hyena's shoulders.

"Good girl." Trisha praised, voice as smooth as silk. She leaned in, and Brooke turned her head up to accept the bobcat's mouth. Their lips joined, their eyes glowed, and Brooke seized up in the most intense and satisfying climax she would ever have.

Stacey and Ashley watched as the hyena's pussy gushed just as Joanne's had. They blinked when the cue ball, lodged deep inside her, popped out, landing on the stained and stick green lining with a soft thud.

Ashley turned to Crystal, who was in the process of trying, unsuccessfully, to fist her own ass.

"What about you, kitten? Would you like to be relieved as your other sisters have?

"Mhm..." Crystal hummed, biting her lower lip, unable to stop herself from clumsily violating her holes.

"Then submit to me. Give yourself up to me as our servant and puppet. Accept your new role and life...."

"I a-ah!-accept! I submit to you! Make me your puppet! Anything to stop this!" The cheetah cried. Ashley crossed her arms and gave Crystal an amused grin.

"That's all I needed to hear, darling...." The winged rabbit stepped up to Crystal. She leaned down to give the cheetah the same life-altering kiss the others received but ended up accepting one from Crystal. The cheetah abandoned her attempts to fuck herself and rose to embrace Ashley, planting her lips on the succubi and wrapping her arms around her neck.

Ashley was caught off guard by the sudden advance of the eager cheetah, but as her eyes began to glow magenta and, subsequently, Crystal's, the same binding process began.

Crystal squealed into their kiss, and a flood of girl-cum erupted between her shaking legs like an out-of-control faucet. The eight-ball lodged up her cooch was squeezed so hard it shot out, thudding on the table.

Such was the force of its release from her body; the ball bounced off the green edge of the table, rolled backward between Crystal's spotted legs, and sunk in the side pocket behind her.

When the two lesser succubi were finished taking the girls' essence and had bound their will to theirs, they pulled slowly away, letting them rest in their tranquil states. Dumb smiles adorned their faces, waiting to be given orders by their new mistresses.

"So eager Crystal was to give herself up to me. She couldn't even wait for my lips." Ashley stated, looking over the two girls as they continued to kneel.

"Such a good girl she is," Stacey replied. "She'll make an excellent servant."

"I concur," Trisha added. Stacey's upturned hand rose, waving upward with it.

"Rise, you two. Come down from your places on the table and join your sisters behind us.

"Yes, mistress." The two girls replied in unison. They both scooted to the side of the table and climbed down, stepping around the trio of possessed mammals to line up with their fellow enslaved females.

Stacey, Trisha, and Ashley all turned around and leaned on the very table Joanne, Brooke, and Crystal had forfeited themselves on, resting their rumps on the edge. Trisha swiped up some of the musky mess left by Brooke's last orgasm and brought it to her mouth, sucking it off her fingers.

"Let's take a look at our harem so far," Stacey suggested, crossing her arms. The three succubi looked over the naked, sticky girls before them. Julia, a puma. Emily, a lynx. Rachel, a squirrel. Gabby, a caracal. Sarah, an otter. Joanne, a deer. Brooke, a hyena. And finally, Crystal, a cheetah. Stacey counted heads with a pointed finger.

"Jessica's upstairs in my room, fucking herself with the toys I left her. And Abby and Brianne are at that senior frat party tonight. So that means we're missing Suzie." The superior succubus squinted in thought. "Where the fuck is Suzie?"

"I'm not sure," Ashley admitted. Trisha only shrugged her shoulders when Stacey looked to her. Then, the snow leopard addressed the crowd of naked girls.

"Which one of you holes knows where Suzie is?" She asked, sneering. They all looked at each other except Julia, who stuck up her hand. "Yes, Julia?" Stacey asked, addressing the cougar. Her ears perked when her mistress took note of her.

"I think Suzie said she was staying late at school to study," Julia said, somewhat timidly. Stacey scoffed.

"Only Suzie would choose to spend her Friday night studying." The snow leopard commented, clearly irritated.

"Even _I_know Friday night is for unwinding," Ashley added. "And I'm a total bookworm." Stacey hummed to herself thoughtfully before continuing.

"Well, we'll have to wait for her to get home. I don't want to take her in the middle of the org-." She stopped mid-sentence when Suzie's voice called out upstairs.

"Hello?! Is anyone home?! Where is everybody?! Emily's game is still paused on the TV. Will it permanently burn into the screen?!"

Every girl in the basement rec room had their attention turned up at the stairs. Suzie called out again, her voice echoing through the house before reaching their ears. "What the fuck happened in here?!"

Julia and Rachel both snickered, realizing Suzie had entered the kitchen. They never got the chance to clean up their mess...in more than one way.

Stacey turned to look at her succubi, giving them cocky looks. "I guess that solves that problem." She turned her head back to the stairs and cupped her hands around her mouth.

"We're all down here, Suzie!" She called. All of them heard the stomping of Suzie's feet on the ceiling, then the footfalls of her mousey feet on the carpeted stairs as she descended into the basement. She shouted to them as she hurried down the stairs.

"Why are you guys all...down......here?" Her voice petered off, and her descent slowed as the scene came more and more into view through the banister.

The petite mouse first noticed Stacey, Ashley, and Trisha, leaning their butts on the communal pool table in black lingerie with bat wings folded behind them and obsidian horns protruding from their skulls. Stacey's daemonic features were more prominent than the other two.

"Why are you guys wearing those costumes?" She asked. Her gaze followed away from them as she reached to bottom step, where she saw the rest of the girls, all naked with sticky fur. "Oh, god!" She cried, covering her eyes. "Why are you all naked?!" the gaggle of naked girls snickered and giggled with one another.

"Oh, just having a little party." Stacey unabashedly explained. "It was Joanne's idea, originally. Things got a little out of hand, though, not that Joanne minds, eh, Joanne?" Stacey shot the deer a sly smirk.

"I don't mind one bit...." Joanne answered. Her hands were now on her hips, giving the other girls overtly leering looks while biting her lips. Suzie spread two of her fingers so she could see as she made her way through the crowd toward the fridge.

"You guys better not have drunk my coolers." She warned. The mouse stopped as her vision turned away from the horde of nude ladies. She spotted all the wet stains marking the fabric playing area of the table. Her hands fell from her face as she rushed to the edge of the table, squeezing between Trisha and Stacey.

"Holy shit! What did you guys spill on the pool table?! Abby and Brianna are going to fucking crucify you guys for this!" She exclaimed. Stacey just shared amused looks over the mouse's head. Suzie was utterly oblivious to the happenings at the house.

The mouse covered her eyes and turned to leave. "I wasn't here; I was up in my room all night, studying or texting...or touching myself...Whatever. Any excuse is better than being involved with this mess." She got halfway to the stairs before Stacey's hand grabbed her shoulder.

"Hey, Suzie..." Stacey said nonchalantly. What the succubus was about to do would take much energy out of her. Unfortunately, Suzie hadn't been exposed to the pulse that the others had. So Stacey would have to work her magic to bring her over.

Suzie stopped and turned around. She peered up at the snow leopard through the gaps in her fingers. The seconds her gaze connected with Stacey's, her hands fell away from her face. They hung at her sides as the mouse stared into the snow leopard's glowing, pulsating kaleidoscopic eyes.

Suzie's shoulders slumped. Her mouth hung open. It was over for her; she had been caught in Stacy's hypnotic gaze. Her right hand slipped inside the front of her sweatpants as she began rubbing herself. Stacey's eyes dimmed, returning to normal save for her glowing irises, keeping the mouse under her control.

"There we go. Good girl. Feel free and loose. Just let all those inhibitions slip away and do what feels good." Stacey crooned. Suzie nodded her empty head, her knuckles bulging the crotch of her sweatpants as she stroked her pussy.

"Why don't you join the rest of us, Suzie?" Ashley suggested.

"Yeah, take off those constricting clothes and really cut loose," Trisha added. Stacey spoke up again.

"We're about to have an orgy down here. All night long. You should join us. We know you'd have a good time. Come spend time with your sorority sisters. Get your head out of those boring textbooks."

A dumb smile spread across the mouse's face.

"O-ok, I'd love to." She agreed absentmindedly. Her hand pulled free of her sweatpants. Then she hooked her thumbs into her waistband. The mouse casually pulled her pants down to her ankles, stepping out of them before going for her university hoodie. She grabbed the bottom hem with both hands and pulled it inside out over her head, leaving her standing in her lime green undies. They brought a touch of color to her grey-furred body.

The girls watched her in silence. Joanne was chewing her lower lip. It was the most she'd seen of the slim little mouse. The succubi were chuckling softly to each other, humming with interest when Suzie unclasped her bra.

Suzie let the garment fall to the floor at her feet; thus, her modest B-cups bobbed free. Lastly, the hypnotized mouse reached back down to her panties, hooking her thumbs into the sides like she had her pants.

Joanne bit down on her knuckles as Suzie peeled the fabric down her hips. The crotch got caught momentarily before following the outer parts, teasing the deer, who was thoroughly enjoying her front-row seat.

Suzie's panties slid down her legs, giving those in front of her a short show of her pink pussy before her upper body blocked it from sight as she bent over to pull her garment to her ankles. Those behind her got a perfect view of everything the mouse had to offer, all on display.

She stood up straight again and waited for further orders, staring right ahead of her. Stacey sighed and clapped her hands together.

"Alrighty, girls! It looks like we're good to go!" She turned to Joanne, who had been unphased by the snow leopard's outburst and was still admiring Suzie's naked form. "Joanne, can you be a...dear...and retrieve Jessica from upstairs? She would want to join us."

"Of course, mistress," Joanne replied, happily obeying. She headed for the stairs and started climbing. Stacey called to her as she was halfway up.

"And could you two both grab everyone's 'toys' from their rooms on the way back down? Please, and thank you. Oh, and grab Abby and Brianne's too? I'd like to see what get's them off on lonely nights." Stacey gave the deer a knowing smile.

"Absolutely, mistress." Joanne obeyed, returning the same grin to Stacey. She hastily vanished up the stairs. Stacey looked over the other girls.

"Ok, while we wait for them, let's get a little warmed up. It's going to be a long night, and I'd like to sample a little taste of you before we begin." She held up two fingers before reaching between Suzie's legs and hooking them into her pussy. The mouse moaned in ecstatic surprise. The other girls looked on, faces either smirking or in awe.

"Now, line up for me, get on all fours, and present for me."

"Yes, mistress," They replied in unison. As they scrambled to take their places, Trisha and Ashley sat back, ready to watch their superior go to work on her harem.

"This night is gonna be absolutely delightful," Ashley said.

"Oh, it'll be biblical," Trisha replied. "And it's only getting started...."

The Saturday morning sun crested over the roof of the sorority's house as Abigail and Brianna stumbled out of the yellow taxi cab. The two seniors held their heels in one hand and their purses in the other.

The two were a picture of the word, hungover. Their makeup was smudged, their fur was ruffled, and their posture was that of embarrassment. Their pulses were pounding and slamming inside their heads. The sun was too hot and too bright. They desperately needed to get inside.

"Oooooh, my god...." Brianne groaned, the lioness taking her first staggering steps toward the front door. Her hot pink cocktail dress was stained and wrinkled. Her nylon leggings were torn.

"Those bitches better keep it quiet today; my head feels like it's gonna explode," Abby added. Her hands fidgeted with her ruffled skirt, ensuring it wasn't caught in her underwear.

The two reached the front door, and Abby fished into her purse for her keys. She shook them until the right one nestled between her fingers, then stuck it in the lock.

"Put on your big girl face, Bre. I don't want to show weakness around those cunts. I don't want them getting any ideas."

"Right, good idea. We definitely didn't make out with each other while two big tiger dudes took turns with us."

Abby stared Brianna down, her eyes boring into Brianna's.

"Yes...that doesn't leave that frat house." She looked down at the ground for a moment, then back up at Brianna. "And this moment just now."

The wolf clutched the door handle and thumbed the latch. The door opened, and the two's senses were assaulted by the smell of cooking bacon and the rabble of fifteen girls coming from the kitchen.

"Well, at least there's breakfast," Brianna said, mood already improving.

"I would hope. There better be some left for us, or every single one of them is going to pay." Abby warned.

"I don't have the energy to dole out punishments today, Abbs. Can we just let them enjoy themselves?" Brianna whined.

"Never show weakness, Bri." The wolf repeated before walking in and dropping her heels and purse next to the other's shoes. They winced as one of the girls let out a shrill laugh. Abby growled and bared her teeth.

They shuffled into the kitchen, seeing the long table in the dining section swarmed by every girl in the sorority, all wearing their pajamas--all but Julia, who was cooking. The two were so distracted, taking in the sight of their sisters all engaged in the exchange of breakfast food and good conversation, that they failed to notice Julia was wearing nothing but an apron.

So strange was it to see everyone gathered for a meal together, conversing and laughing, acting like a real sorority. It was so surreal to them. It brought back memories of their time as freshmen when this kind of thing was common. Had the sisterhood slid so far in those four years? And were they partly to blame? The moment of self-reflection was lost though, as Stacey, sitting at the end of the table near the window, noticed the two standing there with gaped mouths.

"Abby! Brianne! You're home!" The snow leopard greeted with adoration in her voice. The rest of the girls all hushed up immediately and turned to look at Abby and Brianne. It creeped the two out, and they stared back at the others with unease.

"What are you all doing?" Abby asked as if it weren't self-evident.

"We're all having breakfast, of course." She stretched her arms out over the table, gesturing to the food and the girls eating it. Her arms came together to gesture toward two empty chairs at the opposite end, closest to the two new arrivals. "We left two spots for you, too! Come sit with us! Julia's a great chef. She made all of this for us!"

She pointed over to the stove with her thumb, where Julia was pouring some bacon grease out while stirring a wooden spoon into a pan full of scrambled eggs with her tail. The senior girls followed Stacey's thumb over the island counter to the stove. Their eyes went wide when they saw the cougar effectively naked.

"What the fuck?!" Brianna cried and covered her eyes. Abby frowned while holding her hand up to cover the sight of the nude puma.

"Julia, Where the fuck are your clothes?! Put something on before you give poor Joanne a nosebleed."

"Oh, she gave me more than just a nosebleed last night." Joanne jeered, elbowing Crystal next to her. Crystal snickered and swatted at Joanne's arm. Trisha spoke up over the sudden giggles fluttering from the table.

"We like Julia this way; she cooks best in the nude. Right girls?" The rest of the table all murmured in agreement, some nodding their heads. "Besides, she _is_wearing an apron." Abby and Brianne slowly peered over at the cougar. Her green apron covered the front of her but showed off copious amounts of side boob, not to mention her entire ass.

Abby scoffed and turned away from Julia until the cougar was beyond her field of view. "Whatever," She murmured to Brianna. "Let's just eat. I'm fucking starving."

"They're all acting weird," Brianna whispered back. "This is weird, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know, but I'm too exhausted to deal with their bullshit right now, so fuck it. I'm gonna eat some food, then pass out in my bed till the afternoon." The wolf walked up to one of the chairs and took a seat. Brianna did the same, following her lead.

Once sat down, the two seniors noticed how the rest of the girls simply stared down the length of the table at them, all with warm smiles on their faces. The two frowned back at them all, a little disturbed. "What the hell are you all smiling at?" Abby asked, confusion mixing with a tinge of disgust.

"Oh, just our lovely sorority leaders," Ashley answered.

"Well, can you guys stop? It's fucking creepy." Brianna snapped back.

"As you wish," Stacey said. "Back to eating, girls." The table instantly returned to its active state of motion and noise. Cutlery clinked, plates scraped, and liquids were slurped from glasses. The two seniors gave each other confused looks, then reached to fill their plates. Abby thought to take a little jab at them for their apparent subservience to Stacey.

"That's right, be good little girls for Stacey." She crooned in a mocking tone. She wasn't expecting the response she got.

"Oh, we already are, Abby." They all said in perfect unison. Abby and Brianna froze up, still in the middle of serving themselves.

"And soon, so will you," Emily said, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The seniors couldn't see it, but she was rubbing herself through her pajama shorts. Abby and Brianna gave them all concerned looks as they slowly dumped their food onto their plates, Brianna nervously slipping a strip of bacon into her maw.

"What...is that supposed to mean?" Abby asked incredulously. There was a certain wavering unease to her voice now. Every once of vitriol had vanished.

Stacey looked at the two lesser succubi sitting to either side of her. She nodded to them, and slowly, the two got up.

"Well, the rest of us got to talking last night, and we think it would be best if Ashley, Trish, and I ran the sorority from now on."

Ashley and Trisha made their way toward Abby and Brianna's end of the table as she spoke. Both the seniors frowned at this proposal, Brianna less so than Abby. The lioness seemed more interested in her eggs and bacon, slurping and chomping it down as Jessica put more on her plate.

"And what makes you think we'd ever let a couple of juniors break generations of tradition." The wolf crossed her arms under her D-cups and burned an unblinking glare at the smug snow leopard. "I had to wait my turn just like all those before me, and so will you." She said, thinking her word was final.

Stacey glanced at Abby's plate for a moment before returning the wolf's stare. "Your food's getting cold." She observed. Abby refused to look away from the subordinate feline.

"Suddenly, I'm not very hungry." She snapped back. Ashley and Trisha tapped Brooke and Suzie's shoulders as they passed them, the two girls sitting opposite one another. Suzie very purposefully dropped her fork, kicking it under the table, then looked at Brooke

"Oops," she said, trying to contain a giggle. "Dropped my fork, be right back." The mouse bent down and disappeared under the table.

"Let me...help you with that." Brooke insisted, already pushing her chair out and leaning over to join her sister. Abby was too locked in visual combat with Stacey to take much notice. Likewise, Brianna wasn't even aware of the goings on around her. Instead, she was busy shoving eggs and hashbrowns into her mouth.

"Brianna seems to enjoy it," Stacey stated, gesturing to the lioness with her eyes. Abby followed her gaze and noticed Brianna scarfing her food down like she hadn't eaten in days. Abby leaned into her senior sister to speak hushed words to her.

"Geez, Bri, slow it down a bit. We're supposed to be on a diet." Her eyes darted back and forth from Stacey. "I could use your support here."

"I c-can't stop, Ab. The food's too good." The lion spoke through mouthfuls.

"It _is_quite good." Stacey agreed. She turned her attention to the kitchen, where Julia was watching them enjoy her creations. "My compliments to the chef. What did you do to make this food so...scrumptious?" The cougar stepped closer to the table, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Oh, thank you, mistress." She started, moving closer to the two senior girls. "I did just as you told me to. During the orgy last night, I grabbed a bowl, milked the squirt from each of the girls, including me, and marinated the bacon with it. Then I mixed the rest into the eggs and the hashbrown mix." The mountain lion leaned over, putting her hands on her thighs while hovering her head between Abby's and Brianna's. "Made with lots of love. So eat up, you two."

"You forgot the part where I added a spark of magic to the bowl of spunk," Stacey added. She lit a magenta-colored flame at the tip of her finger, but neither of the girls at the other end of the table noticed. Upon hearing what Julia said, Abby looked down at the food on her plate with disgust and Brianna at her forkful like she was considering taking another bite.

The lioness's need for more quickly won out, and she slid the fork into her maw, vocalizing her pleasure with a hum.

"That's fucking disgusting, Stacey! You're all just trying to get back at us for making you work that fundraising event last week."

"Is it disgusting?" Stacey asked with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing grin. "Brianna seems to be enjoying it."

"It's so fucking good...." Brianna agreed. The way she spoke sounded like she was holding back moans. That's when a light lit up in Abby's head. She'd figured it out. At least, she thought she did...

"You drugged the food!" Abby shouted, spitting her accusations across the table, punctuating them by slapping her hand on the table, making the other girls flinch. "You put ecstasy in the food or something, you little bitch! That's why everyone's acting so weird!" the wolf began to get up but immediately found she couldn't, thanks to Ashley.

Brianne and Abby felt the hands of Trisha and Ashley on their shoulders. Brianne welcomed Trisha's hands as they began massaging her, grunting with satisfaction as she munched her bacon. Abby cried out in distress, feeling Ashley's hands force her back down in her seat. They gripped her hard, and she struggled against them to no end.

"Let me go, you shit! If you don't get your hands off me, I'll make sure you never set foot in this house again!" the other girls looked on as she struggled, wicked smiles splitting their faces.

"Enough!" Stacey shouted. Abby went utterly silent and still. The snow leopard's voice took on a deeper pitch and reverberated otherworldly. Abby looked back at Stacey, wide-eyed with terror. Finally, her voice calmed and returned to its standard pitch. The others sat quietly and listened.

"I didn't have to drug the food, Abby. The lot of us are acting weird because, for the first time all year, we have something you have completely failed to provide us as a head sister: Unity and leadership. I have provided them with these things. Sure it may be through...unconventional methods, but for the first time since I joined this sorority, I feel like we are a real sisterhood."

"I..I..." Abby stammered. Brianna was taking a long sip of orange juice.

"That means we're there for each other, protecting each other, building each other up so no one can bring us down." The snow leopard paused to scoff. "You two couldn't lead a fly to shit. We got more guidance from Joanne, and she was sexually harassing us the entire time." She chuckled.

"It's funny. I caught her sniffing your panties once, right out of your hampers. She looked terrified, afraid that I was going to tell. But I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away because I hated you guys so much."

"You guys smelled great, by the way," Joanne added very matter-of-factly. "Real musky." Abby shot her a dirty look before Stacey snapped her fingers to pull her attention back.

"For your information, we enjoyed the fundraiser last week. It was fun washing those people's cars in our bathing suits. We felt sexy and wanted. Sure we grumbled about it at first, but by the end of the day, we all felt...together, carefree, and bonded, as a sorority should feel. But, unfortunately, all you and Brianna saw were a bunch of bimbos to exploit and humiliate."

Stacey seemed to finish her scathing tirade. Abby had been looking down at her plate. Brianna appeared to have not noticed.

"Trisha, Ashley, and I have watched this sorority decline since our first year. We watched it fall to hazing, narcissistic self-importance, and exhausting parties where half of us spend the night keeping the other half safe from the rapey guys that show up from frats we've never heard of."

Stacey stared Abby down, glaring at her vindictively, drilling the collective disappointment of twelve younger sorority members into her. "You two had the power to break the wheel, and you didn't. Instead, you kept it rolling on down the hill."

"I...I'm sorry...." Abby whimpered. "I...don't...I don't know what I'm doing...." The wolf admitted, teary-eyed. "I thought I could take over for Tammy when she graduated. But...It turns out it's harder than it looks. Things get out of hand." She sniffled and wiped her nose. "You've all made your point. Can I go upstairs now?"

Stacey's stern face turned up in a maniacal grin. "No...you can't. We are not done here yet. You two still need to be punished for your treatment of us before you can become part of our...new sorority."

"What?" Abby asked, dumbfounded.

"You see, Abby. All this food? It does have our spunk mixed into it. We all got together last night in the rec room downstairs and fucked each other stupid till the sun came up. Julia went around collecting it as we came until it was overflowing."

Abby looked on; her brow furrowed, still unsure if Stacey was fucking with her.

"I added some flare to the secret ingredient," Stacey said, looking at her hand as she opened her palm up. A magenta flame conjured from it, hovering above her palm, casting its ethereal glow over everything around it.

"Wha-what? How?" Abby babbled.

"That food we've been eating? That Brianna's been eating? It's laden with magic. My magic. It tastes so amazing that you can't help but eat more; you _need_to eat more. However, it also raises your libido, so the more you eat, the hornier you get. Isn't that right, Brianna."

Brianna could only muster a whimper as she munched a piece of buttered toast. Abby's gaze turned from Brianna back to Stacey, passing over the other girls as it went. Only now did she notice what they were doing...

Their hands were no longer above the table. Most of them now had their hands in their laps or chests. Some had their eyes closed. Others stared at the two seniors. Joanne's hands were down Crystal and Sarah's pajama bottoms, Sarah wriggling in her chair and Crystal arching her back and sighing while the deer fiddled their pussies. Julia stood off to the side, leaning against the island with her apron pulled up to her waist. Her hand was slowly stroking through her pussy lips.

The sounds of moans, sighs, and coos clattered about the kitchen, replacing the cheerful dining of earlier. Abby took all of it in, stunned. Her eyes finally landed on Stacey. The snow leopard now had horns protruding from her skull, large bat wings sprouting from her back, and a spade tipping her tail as it flicked back and forth behind her.

"W-what...are you?" Abby asked, voice trembling. Stacey was more than happy to provide an answer.

"I'm Stacey, of course, junior year sister at Sigma Sigma Phi." Her face grew darker, and her grin split wider. "I'm also a daemon from the lust ring of hell. A succubus, you could call me. But most importantly...I am what you will learn to accept me as...."

"Your mistress."

Despite sitting at the other end of the table, Stacey seemed to tower over the terrified she-wolf. Her visage was imposing and dominating. The air in the kitchen felt stuffier, warmer but with a strangely sweet scent.

Abby's heart beat fast and hard in her chest.

"Oh! Oh god! How are you doing that?!" Brianne cried out. Abby, snapping out of her death stare unto Stacey, turned her head to see what was happening to her good friend. The lioness was no longer scarfing down food. Instead, she sat back in her seat with her head turned up to the ceiling, a look of sexual thrill on her face, lips pushed into an 'O' as she took deep breaths. Her hands had risen to grab onto Trisha's forearms, embracing the bobcat.

When Abby looked down, she saw Brianna's hot pink cocktail dress had been pushed up to her hips, exposing her white panties. Brooke had pushed those panties aside, whose head poked out from the white tablecloth. The hyena was between the lion's legs and was going to town on her cooch with her tongue and snout.

"Oh, my god...." Abby breathed, attempting to process the happenings around her.

"There's no god here, Abby," Ashley murmured. "Only the lust inside ourselves. Every girl here belongs to us now, and soon, so will you."

Abby felt two hands push her legs apart. She looked down to see the tablecloth give birth to Suzie's head. There was a cheerful yet hungry look on her face. It took only a moment for the wolf to realize the mouse was there to engage in the same degenerate act Brooke was.

"Let me taste you, Abby. I can already smell those guys you fucked last night." The girl hummed as she sniffed at Abby's crotch. "I wanna taste them too."

Abby tried to get up, to get away. But Ashley's hands kept her struggling in place.

"Tell them to stop!" The wolf cried, her eyes pleading with Stacey to call off the two. She squeezed her legs together, but it was no use. Suzie got too far between them, and now, her wet nose dove under Abby's skirt and poked at her musty mound.

"Tell them to stop!" She cried again, her voice breaking. She felt Suzie's nose pull her thong aside.

Stacey broke into a maniacal laugh, and Ashley joined her. Trisha couldn't join them in their jubilation. Her muzzle was interlocked with Brianna's, her tongue nearly down the lion's throat. Stacey punctuated her bout of laughter with a long, condescending sigh.

"Oh, Abby..." She started saying, resting her head on an up-propped arm.

"You really should've eaten your breakfast....it would have made things so much easier on you."

Stacey and Ashley reached the top of the stairs and made their way to the end of the hallway that accessed everyone's rooms. As they passed Crystal and Brooke's room, their ears twitched at the sounds of the two girls fucking their boyfriends. Or, perhaps they had swapped boyfriends? It was hard to tell. The two had been draining the boys all day. Their essence would taste fantastic.

It was early evening Sunday. Almost a day and a half had passed since Abby and Brianne returned home from their Friday night party. The rest of the sorority girls had already made quite the run at seducing anyone they could, from neighbors to Saturday partygoers to...well, boyfriends, as Brooke and Crystal were currently doing.

Trisha waited for the two at the door to Abby and Brianna's room. For the first time that weekend, all three wore regular clothing, typical of a college student. Stacey and Ashley stopped before the bobcat, the three of them exchanging smug grins.

"So, how are they?" Stacey asked. "Ready to give in?"

"Perhaps," Trisha replied. "I know Brianna is. But, Abby...She is a lot more stubborn than we thought." Stacey hummed to herself, placing a finger on her chin.

"Well, let's take a look inside, shall we? Let's see our 'gracious leaders' in their 'finest hours.'" Her voice dripped with gleeful sarcasm. Trisha stepped aside, and Stacey reached for the doorknob, turning it before opening the door and stepping inside.

The second the door opened, the muffled moans of the two seniors fluttered into their ears, and the display of them filled their vision.

In the middle of the master bedroom, Abby and Brianna were expertly tied up with shibari rope, arms and legs folded and bound behind their bodies. Not only that, but they were both suspended a meter off the floor by these ropes, tied to steel rings installed in the ceiling by a few of the girls shortly after the steamy breakfast of Saturday morning.

Vibrating nipple clamps were attached to their nipples. Vibrating buttplugs were crammed in their asses. Vibrating bullets were trapped inside their pussies, held in by vibrating wands which, in turn, were held in by the various ropes tied around their hip areas. Every device was pulsating at full speed. Their mouths were stuffed with ball gags, tightened firmly around their heads.

Puddles of drool stained the carpet below them. Both from their forced open maws and their constantly agitated sexes.

Brianna only stared forward, glassy-eyed and half-lidded. She made muffled grunts and coos as she rode each orgasmic wave. She barely registered the three succubi entering the room. She was off in her own little world.

Abby, on the other hand, frowned at the three as they came into view. Despite being stimulated in every erogenous zone for hours she had lost count of and experiencing countless orgasms, she still retained some semblance of dignity...and sanity.

"How did you two enjoy your weekend?" Stacey asked in a most degrading tone.

"I bet you two are hungry," Trisha added.

"Especially you, Abby. You really should have eaten that breakfast we prepared."

Abby shook in her restraints, her face a visage of rage.

"Oh, such a fighter you are." Stacey mocked. "Soooo tough."

The snow leopard stepped to Brianna, bending over to get her face on par with the lion. "And how are you doing, Brianna?"

Brianna let out a long, muffled groan. Stacey reached around Brianna's head and undid the gag. "How about we get a listen, hmm?" She removed the ball gag, and Brianna absentmindedly licked her dry lips. "How are you doing, hun?"

"G-g-good..." Brianna muttered. She let out a moan as she presumably came again.

"I agree, sweetie. You're doing very good." She stood up straight again. "I think you've served your punishment enough. Do you?" she asked.

Y-y-yes...I...I'll behave." Brianna answered back, unsure what she was agreeing to in her state of mind.

"Do you think you'd like to submit to me? To relinquish your free will?" Stacey asked.

"Mhm." The lioness hummed in agreement, nodding. Abby shook in her bonds, a muffled tirade of objections, making the snow leopard scowl in disgust.

"Deal with her." She said coldly. Ashley rounded the she-wolf and gave her a harsh swat on her tight ass. Abby made a muffled cry in surprised pain and ceased her vocalizations. "Thank you," Stacey said, turning back to the lioness.

"Tell me you submit to me, Brianna. Tell me your free will is mine to control." She softly gripped Brianna's chin, forcing the girl to look up at her, into her eyes. "Do that, and this will end."

"I...I do. I s-submit to you...I...submit m-m-my will...to you." Brianna said. She had tears in her eyes, not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy.

Stacey crouched down and guided Brianna's mouth to hers. Brianna accepted the snow leopard's embrace, joining her muzzle with Stacey's. The two shared a long, sensual kiss, and Stacey's eyes glowed their hypnotizing magenta patterns, Brianna's doing the same shortly after.

Once the kiss concluded, Stacey pulled away from the bound girl. Brianna's tongue hung ever-slightly from her open mouth, a content smile adorning her face.

"How do you feel?" Stacey asked.

"Excellent, mistress." The lioness replied, at peace.

"Perfect," Stacey said in return. She looked to the other succubi, standing up straight again. "Untie her." She ordered.

Trisha and Ashley went to Brianna's sides, dexterous hands undoing the perfect knots that kept her suspended off the floor. Then, carefully, Brianna was lowered to the carpet and released from her bonds.

Brianna stretched her limbs out to the sounds of her joints popping as they returned to their natural positions. She sat up and removed the toys from her body, opting to leave the buttplug in. Trisha and Ashley went about massaging the lion's entire body. Stacey rotated Abby so she could watch her fellow sister receive such loving care.

"See what awaits you once you give in?" Stacey cooed. She let go of the wolf and let the torque of the partially wound ropes rotate her back to her position facing the door. Then, she undid the ball gag around her head so she could speak. "Are you ready to accept your new place, hun?"

Abby instinctively licked her dry lips, then the drool on her chin. She looked up at Stacey with hatred in her eyes.

"F-f-fuck you, bitch. Go to hell." She managed to say. Her voice was raspy and shaken. Stacey just giggled.

"I don't think ill be going back there anytime soon. I've worked too damn hard to leave that place." She put a finger on her chin as she gazed down at the wolf with a look of superiority. "I will have my way with you, though. But that's all in due time."

Stacey crotched down so she was at eye level with Abby, just as she did with Brianna. "Why don't you save yourself any further indignity and just surrender yourself to me? You must be tired, hungry, and thirsty. It will be so quick and easy."

Stacey's offer was shortly followed up by Abby spitting what saliva she had left in her mouth onto her face. The snow leopard's eyes flinched shut, and she paused before calmly standing up straight. She wiped the spit out of her eyes and licked it off her hand.

"Well, if that's the way you feel...."

Stacey stepped up to the wolf and latched the ball gag back onto her, forcing it into the tired girl's maw. Then, she stood back and gave her a final look. "We'll see how you feel after another day hanging there."

Abby's face took on a fearful look as the consequences of her action sunk in.

Stacey turned to the other three to address them. "Alrighty, let's head downstairs and leave our little slut to marinate some more."

"Yes, mistress." The three said in unison. They picked themselves up off the floor, Ashley helped Brianna to her feet, and they headed for the door. They filed out into the hallway one by one while Stacey held the door open. When they were through, Stacey stepped through the doorway, closing it behind her.

As she swung the door shut, she heard the angry, muffled screeching of the wolf as she was left alone to cum in the dark for what would feel like an eternity. "See you tomorrow, dear! I'll send Joanne up later to feed you!" Stacey called out as she disappeared behind the closing door.

Then it clicked shut, closing her off from the rest of the world.

"Man, she's stubborn," Trisha commented as the four traveled back down the hallway.

"Why don't you just control her, as you did with Suzie?" Ashley asked. "You must have the energy to do it by now. The girls have been feeding us essence all weekend."

"Oh, I could, for sure," Stacey answered. "But this is way more fun. This must be how she feels when she's the one."

"Being in charge is the best," Trisha added.

"Absolutely," Stacey agreed. She swatted Brianna's ass, making the lioness squeal with surprised delight. The three succubi giggled with delight and began descending the stairs to the ground floor.

"So what do we do now?" Ashley asked, curious, now that they had effectively subdued the sorority to their unholy will.

"We acquire more essence. We milk this whole university town for all its worth. Controlling those of interest as we replenish our reserves."

The two reached the bottom of the stairs and walked through the living room, where Gabby and Jessica were having a three-way on the couch with a tiger lady the two had met earlier in the day at the gym.

"The more essence we have, the more power we'll have. It will take a while to accumulate enough to achieve our goals, but it would take much longer without these girls helping us. Eventually, I believe we'll have this whole city under our control."

"The dark lord with be pleased," Trisha said. They entered the kitchen, where Rachel gave a rather bulky elk dude a throaty blowjob. The elk grunted with pleasure.

"Indeed he will." Stacey stopped, leaning on the counter next to where Julia and Emily were preparing dinner for everyone, naked. "I'll be on top of the underworld. And you two bitches will be coming with me."

The other two chuckled, and Stacey joined them. The three were soon disturbing the moans and groans of the ground floor with shrieks of maniacal laughter....