Synopsis: Jenny finds her summer housing at City Bluffs University Student Housing. Sheila, getting ready to travel to City Bluffs, discovers that she has some changed physical characteristics tat she is going to have to work with.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

 

Part 03: University Activities

"Thank Goddess!" Jenny Blais muttered softly when her dad pulled the BMW Luxury Sedan to a stop at the end of the sidewalk stretching away towards a four story building with a young woman lounging on the steps, the only person they had seen in the last half hour.

The elegant woman to his right had a campus map spread out on the front seat between them. They were certain that this was Griggs Hall, an elusive destination they had sought for over an hour. Jenny had wanted to enter Vassar, but the couple in the front seat, her parents, had felt she needed to mix and mingle with the masses to appreciate her social status properly. So here she was stuck in City Bluffs University! How droll!

Because the University had a one year student residence requirement for all students, she was going to be stuck here. Since her parents were going to be overseas for some indefinite period of time, she had been hustled through an off cycle enrollment for summer classes. To make a proper impression on the University people she had been told to dress in a very severe, closely tailored business suit. The sooner she found the destination the sooner she could get out of this outfit. As soon as the car stopped she was out the door and heading for the girl lounging on the steps. The damn suit Mommy made her wear was bad enough! Short-shorts and halter tops were her preferred mode of dress in this weather. She had long, sleek legs and did not mind showing them as evidenced by the expanse of legs and thighs visible as she slid out of the back seat of the car.

Tall spike heels clicked briskly business-like, sharply defined long, graceful runner's legs beneath the hem of a modest-length skirt. She approached a young woman with auburn hair and wearing comfortable looking jeans and tee shirt. There was something about the girl that simply drew Jenny to her. The girl in the tight suit, a 'bred-to-be' witch, felt they were going to become good friends, even before they spoke to one another.

"Hello, I'm Jennifer Blais," she opened as if expecting this girl to know her and to be at her disposal for the duration of her stay.

"Hi," the redhead acknowledged, somewhat cautiously.

"I'm looking for Giggs Hall, room two-oh-two. According to the map, this is the building, but we have not seen any signs. You will direct me?" Jenny knew that the tone of her voice again sounded almost imperious.

Knowing she was 'assuming airs' again, Jenny realized it was only because she wanted to cover up an innate, inner fear she felt. After all, she was 'the new kid' on the block and it is always good to let your 'peers' know you are not about to be intimidated. To her amazement the girl in the jeans just leaned back against the railing, the action stretching her tee, like she was purposely displaying her small, but shapely breasts, and pointed casually to the left pair of windows in the center of the second floor of the building. "Right there is two-oh-two, but you're out of luck, it's taken."

"Thank the Goddess!" Jenny suddenly exclaimed. "I was afraid I'd have a room mate. I wouldn't want a roommate. Roommates are so… so…" Suddenly, she realized that she was about to say something she might regret. Turning away, Jenny gave a thumbs-up to her parents and shouted, "Come on! Here it is!"

Then, turning back to the red head, Jenny continued, explaining. "Mommy and Daddy have to leave tomorrow for Europe, Egypt or someplace like that, I think and Aunt Sheila can't come to City Bluffs right now and even when she does come, she won't be able to stay all the time and so that means I've got to move into the dormitory for the rest of the Summer Term and maybe have to stay in the dorm all next year, too."

Jenny finally paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "How far is the room? This silly suit and these stupid heels are killing me, you know? Goddess help me, I hope you don't think it was my idea to dress this way! I don't normally. God and Goddess, I can hardly wait to get out of them and into some comfy old grungies." Once again it all came out almost as one long word.

The redhead seemed scarcely able to contain her mirth as she rose to her feet to take the excited girl's hand and calm her a bit. Surprising her, moving right in on her personal space, she gave Jenny a hug and introduced herself, "Hey, its kewl, Jennifer! I'm Sharla, Sharla Winslowe, your next door neighbor. I'm in room two-oh-four. Need some help?" Jenny was surprised Sharla had to look up to meet her eyes to offer her assistance. Then she realized this was because she was wearing those silly tall spike heels with outrageous platform soles. Barefoot they would be about the same height, I maybe may be a half-inch shorter! Goddess, she's drop-dead gorgeous and isn't even wearing make up!

"Oh, please, call me Jen, or Jenny! I hate Jennifer!" Suddenly, Jenny grabbed the other girl's hand, towed Sharla to the curb and introduced the attractive gentleman, 'That's Daddy," and the lady as, "That's Mommy." Somehow she was able to carry off the child-like introduction without sounding childish.

Daddy was lifting suitcases and garment bags out of the cavernous trunk. Daddy looked up and flicked a wave. "Th' name is Anthony, but call me Tony. And the good-looking one over there," he acknowledged Mommy with another casual wave, "is my wife, Prudence."

The woman looked at her husband sharply, though the expression of exasperation was lost as he dove back into the trunk. "Oh, I hate when he does that. Please, call me Prue."

Suddenly Jenny dove into the back seat and began passing out a small mountain of assorted sizes and types of bags, backpacks, a carpetbag, and even two plastic trash bags. The girl then backed out of the car seat cuddling a much worn large teddy bear. "We will have to make another trip to get the books, computer, and maybe some furniture, but this is the really important stuff! You know?"

"Yeah, clothes and makeup, right?"

Before she could make a proper comeback, Daddy suggested that the ladies go up first to clear the trail and check out the property, Sharla grabbed three smaller bags that would be suitable for blocking open the fire doors and headed out. She also picked up a garment bag and two other bags. Jenny loaded herself like a pack mule while Mom hefted the two backpacks by their carry handles. Then she also followed Sharla's lead into the building. Anyone seeing the three would have assumed they were sisters rather than mother, daughter and new acquaintance. In addition, they would have sworn in a court of law they were all the most beautiful women they had ever seen.

Goddess, she's not even damp and here I am sweating like a… well, I definitely need a good powdering! Jenny thought as she paused at the door to help drag her stuff into the center of the room.

The giggling trio dumped their cargo in the hall while Jenny located her purse and opened the door with the key. While Sharla and Mom dragged the pile of baggage into the room and stacked it in the center, Jenny pulled up one of the backpacks Mom had brought up, tossed it on the bed, instantly ripping it open and dumping the contents. It was almost unbelievable how quickly Jenny shed the commando business suit and was wearing sneakers, way-too-tight short-shorts, and an almost too-snug tank top without bra.

*****OoooO*****

Bel-Har-Kel just moved into the little town house on the main street of Burlington and a fairly spacious bungalow in City Bluffs. No one would complain because no one realized it was a demon, or knew of its demonic power to control the mind, body and actions of humans. The Pickford's never had an opportunity to say no when he told them he was moving in. Bel-Har-Kel was getting to know the area and making plans to enjoy the next seven months and its new group of demon-controlled sex slaves. Yes, there would be others. The three Pickford daughters would be a good beginning. He was after all, Master of the realm of Sex!

Chuckling lewdly, knowing its newest pet would be there as directed, Bel-Har-Kel, even though the demon had no need of eating, decided to stop at the Kauphy Kup Kafe in the center of town for a late dinner. Entering the quiet little place it took a table in a corner where it could see everyone easily. There were only two other tables with people at them. It was that 'close to closing' time of the work day.

A quite reluctant girl who appeared to be about twenty-five, maybe twenty-seven years old came over to its table and handed it a menu and asked if it wanted anything to drink. Bel-Har-Kel was impressed with her smile and friendly attitude. Her attitude was much better than it had thought it would be. Her breasts were small, but well-shaped and up-thrust. But, as it had noticed more than once, her legs and ass were her greatest asset and quite frankly looked to have great potential even clad the tight black slacks. He had to wonder if she liked having all that long red hair that now reached down to her heart-shaped, marvelously snug ass.

He decided to make Sheila Carstairs its first sex slave here and in the very hard to function place of City Bluffs. Using its ability to order her to it would have been easy, but it was a Demon-on-Holiday, and the demon wanted to have some fun at her expense while doing it. Suggesting she seek employment here at the Kauphy Kup Kafe had been a stroke of genius. Making the management see things its way was actually too easy. Humans were just too simple. They were like living toys for its pleasure.

The demon made a show of reading her nametag, "I'm Sheila…May I serve you?"

The waitress, nee Sheila Carstairs, blushed.

"Yes Sheila, I'll have a Coke."

Watching the haughty Sheila Carstairs flame with embarrassment as she turned and went in the kitchen was entertaining as well as informative. This was, as it had suspected it would be a demeaning job for one such as her. Even so, she seemed to be handling it too blessed well! It was supposed to shame and humiliate her to serve these people she felt so superior to!

Considering she was its to do with as it pleased for the next seven months, Bel-Har-Kel started making some changes while she was gone. She would feel attracted by the new strange girl it had seen with Janet Wainwright earlier. She would feel quite comfortable talking with her and telling her about her self. She would begin a slow seduction of the Egyptian that would eventually wind them up in bed as lovers. The Egyptian would make an excellent addition to its 'Harem of Harlots'. Bel-Har-Kel knew the mind of its new pet well, and she had only an inclination towards becoming lesbian. That was about to change.

When she came back to the table she took its order for a Porterhouse, but instead of taking it back to the kitchen right away she stood there talking. In the five minutes that they talked Ben learned some things he'd overlooked that first afternoon; that Sheila was not seeing anyone, male or female, sexually and she was living on her own, that she was a practicing witch. She came from a rich family with traditional morals. She was quite conservative and really had no desire for a sexual relationship. She wanted to concentrate on practicing her 'craft'. He also learned she extracted the essence of the male only to build her strength and ability to use 'The Power of the Silver Goddess.'

When she left to take its order back to the kitchen, Bel-Har-Kel had to wonder how it had missed all this and then began to get to work. It flicked switches in her mind to make more changes. He worked slowly so she would not notice anything as being wrong. None of these changes would start until she went home and went to sleep.

When Sheila came back with its steak Bel-Har-Kel put all of the changes in place. Then she surprised it again by making small talk with it through out the rest of the evening while it ate. When it was finished she accepted the tip it left with grace and walked to the door with him, and even thanked it for coming.

Even demons can be surprised. "I'll be back again," it said as it left. "You can count on it" it said and laughed to himself.

After Bel-Har-Kel left Sheila helped to clean up and close up for the night. She went home and studied for an hour, called Janet and then prepared to leave for City Bluffs the next morning. Hanging up the phone, it was cheaper to use the phone rather than her cell and though she had money, she was a penny-pincher; she took a shower and then went to bed wearing au natural as directed by her 'master'.

As she slept some of the programming Bel-Har-Kel had done began its work. Throughout the night her small breast slowly grew from her saucy A-cups to big, beautiful grapefruit-shaped "D" cup breasts. Her nipples also grew so that they were an inch long and became hard at any time she was near a male. At the same time her mind was being opened to a desire to want to show how attractive her new body was. She would also realize she was attracted to other women, one in particular.

At six o'clock, Sheila woke to the warble of her clock and groggily made her way into the bathroom. The hatred of mornings she had now did not please her and she had a hard time getting used to it, at least for the next seven months. While she brushed her teeth it occurred to her that her breasts hurt then she looked in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open and she screamed in shock. She panicked and ran into the bedroom. She ran to the tall full-length mirror and looked at her new breasts slim, tight waist and wide hips. The toothbrush jutted from between her lips at a cocky angle and toothpaste trickled from the corner of her mouth. She couldn't believe the youthful glow of her smooth, flawless skin.

"My Goddess! My Goddess! Oh my Goddess!" she kept saying while slowly reaching up and touching them. This was unreal. She was fearful they might explode or something. "Yes, they're real. How can this have happened?" she asked and then took the toothbrush from her mouth and wiped the toothpaste away with a tissue, immediately she knew exactly how and who was responsible. It was at that moment Sheila Carstairs realized the full potential of the dark side and shuddered in fear. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. "My God, I look GREAT. I can't believe it. What am I going to tell my friends? HELL be praised… what am I going to wear?" She asked and reached up to feel her new "D" cup breasts again, wondered if those fantastic, long, thick nipples would ever soften. They were full and round, yet so firm there was not a bit of sag. Then she noticed her big nipples again. "Oh Goddess, I'll never be able to hide those! Even with a bra they will stick out like pointers! Damn you…No, BLESS you Bel-Har-Kel, I'm going look like some horny bimbo slut!" She shook her head, "Well, I can't do any thing about it... so…"

Sheila went into her bathroom and started the water running for her shower. The next moment she felt terrible cramps in both of her calves. She sat down on the commode and rubbed the backs of her legs until the pain eased. While she worked she noticed the pain of the cramp would go away if she extended her toes. Again she stood up. This time as her calves began to cramp and tighten up she went with the flow and stood on tippy-toe. The cramps and agonizing pain diminished to nothing; in fact it felt almost comfortable standing on her toes! "The muscles in my calves have been shortened during the night." She said to her reflection as she walked to the shower on her toes. "Blessed be Bel-Har-Kel!" she cursed under her breath. It was the strongest oath she could think of for a demon.

Stepping into the shower she began to wash and as she washed she noticed that the hair below her neck was washing off, including her pubic hair. "Goddess, that's great, just great…oh well, no more trimming or shaving my legs," she said, as she inspected her pubic area. When she began to cleanse her clit, she felt a jolt of electrical energy go streaking outwards through her entire body. Helplessly, unable to control the urge, she began to masturbate, coming almost instantly to an intense orgasm, stronger than she had ever had before. Sighing softly she slipped down the wall to the floor of the shower stall during her orgasm and lay there twitched with residual mini-orgasms.

"My Goddess, I've never had an orgasm the likes of that before." Somehow she managed to lift her trembling body to her tip toes and finished her shower. The witch had no doubt who was responsible for all these changes. She just prayed she could live with what she was becoming. Finding the new User is worth it though. She is just too dangerous to be allowed to practice without the ritual!

Leaving the shower she returned to her bedroom. It never crossed her mind that she was naked, not even a towel! She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled. She found a pair of high heel shoes with about a two-inch lift, her normal shoe and discovered her calves still cramped. It took her a couple of tries to learn Bel-Har-Kel wanted her to wear shoes with a four inch tall heel. Without a blink of hesitation, she put on a pair of shorts and a light cream colored blouse that complimented her green (?) eyes and Rhonda Fleming red hair.

The blouse was, she realized, the only thing that would fit. "I'm going to have to go and buy some new clothes today, that's for sure!" She laughed at her new self and headed for the mall. From the Mall she changed her reservations to a later flight. She did not need to be there until Thursday anyway. I'll just call Jenny and lay down the law then go see Janet. We need to talk...a serious talk!

    

The End of Part 03, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 04 next.

  

  

  

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