A Bible Black

Transcript

Hey. Hey, hold off a second. Is this your tablet? You left it back there in the lecture hall.

It's no worries, you're welcome. This is your first semester here, right? This is my third.

Don't worry, you get used to it. This campus can be a maze, no matter how old you are. I'm Lace.

What's your name? It's nice to meet you. I'm part of a few clubs on campus, so it pays to get to know everybody I can.

Do you have some time before your next lecture? Maybe we could, you know, chat? Sweet.

I know a private little place with a good coffee vendor. If we go to any of the cafes, we'll never get a chance to talk. So, what's your major? That's rad.

You have any minors? I'm majoring in engineering, but I'm doing my minor in English. I like building things, both physically and creatively.

I love a good story. Don't look at me like that. Yeah, I know, I dress like a femme, bubbly cheerleader type, but outfits tell a story the same way a book does.

In my case, it says that I have the luxury of time to put on something nice, which means I'm either an early riser, or I live nearby. You might also notice that the detailing on this outfit isn't exactly something you'd find around here, nor is it a cheap import. I actually honestly got it on vacation between semesters, and I was just really excited to show it off.

I try to respect and embrace other cultures, as long as it's not, you know, close practice things. Now, if we take a look at you, you're dressed just a little too nicely, which is how I picked you on as a newbie. You're gonna try hard, but you're definitely hoping for a good first impression.

Don't worry, you got it. Despite those crumbs on your shirt, which is probably from a muffin you ate in your car on the way here, I'm guessing you missed an alarm, or maybe didn't account for traffic, because you clearly didn't stop for coffee, considering that it is almost one in the afternoon, and you almost left your tablet behind. How'd I do? Like I said, I love a good story.

And I'm gonna take another guess that you don't have many friends yet, since you just followed a complete stranger to a secondary location. Here's the coffee vendor. Hey, Luke.

I love the smell of freshly made coffee. I don't know what Luke puts in this stuff, but I will never go anywhere else if I can help it. I've tried everything, but I personally love the number six.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for cream. Oh, wait, let me try to guess what you like.

I'm like an astrologist when it comes to coffee. I think you would like the number two. Very bold, with just a bit of sweetness in the aftertaste.

Just the thing to wake you up. Or in this case, to keep you going. You want to try it? Sweet.

Thanks, Luke. See you around. Now, let's have a seat, have a chat.

I would love to hear your story. You look like you're into some interesting stuff based on what's drawn on the borders of your notes on the tablet. I mean, hey, you're the one who left it open in a public lecture area.

Don't worry about it. The best people are all a little weird. Plus, I liked it.

Maybe you could show me a little more later. Are you looking into any clubs or anything yet? You know, you can milk those extracurriculars on a resume.

I've never touched a corporate setting, but I sure as shit know all about task delegation, financial disbursement, budgeting, and bookkeeping. I could recommend a few clubs if you wanted. There's Literature Club, which is mostly about discussing books.

I think the members are a little creepy, but that's just me. And then there's Writing Club, which is more for authors with their stories and poems and stuff. They work with the Drama Club sometimes when script writing classes come around.

There's an Art Club, too. You might like that. Folks working on their own projects just kind of coming together to share pieces and tips.

I'm not gonna lie, though. I kind of want to poach you for the club I founded. It's a Magic Club.

And I don't mean like card tricks and pigeons. I mean studying real magic, like actual tomes and practices and things. And so far, we've mostly been dealing with stones and crystals, more grounded, earthy stuff.

A few people have shared some things about their individual cultures, and I was looking into the flexibility of patron gods. But you remember how I said I was on a trip over break? I found something really cool.

It needs a little translating, but it looks really rad. Kind of an older book of spells and incantations. Don't worry, it's not bound in people flesh or anything.

At least I don't think so. But it did come with a creepy little chain and pendant. Sounds interesting, right? No, I don't have it with me right now.

It's back at my dorm. When's your next lecture, by the way? I don't want to make you late.

Oh, I think that professor actually called in sick today. So I guess you're off the hook for the whole afternoon. Perfect.

I'd love to spend some more time with you. Would you want to come back to my dorm and help me translate, maybe? It's a lot of Latin.

And maybe a little French, if you're lucky. Are you blushing? You're so cute.

Well, let's not waste any time then. You can follow me to my dorm. How's your coffee, by the way? Did I hit the mark? I told you, I've got a mind for these things.

Here, let's go back that way. It'll be quicker. I borrowed a key last semester and they never asked for it back.

My room is just up here on the left. All right, here we are. Lock the door behind you, would you? I'm hoping things are about to get interesting.

Silly me. Let me turn on the lights. Oh, golly gee.

This is a storage space. But I just really wanted to get you alone to show you my pages. Here's the book.

It's pretty rad, right? That sleek black hardcover, the symbols on it, and the chain, like I said. Can you hold it? No, no, you can't.

Sorry. See, I lied to you. I don't need help translating it.

I already know most of the spells inside, which is why you are already so deep under my control, doing things that you wanted to do, just doing them with a little motivation. Give me your tablet. Give it to me.

Good. See, you couldn't resist my charm even if you had an inkling to. You really should take better care of your stuff.

You didn't even see the paper control doll that I stuck inside this case. That's right. I influenced you.

It was a test to see if it would work. It was a 50-50 between you just being lonely and horny for a hot chick in a miniskirt and ancient spellcasting power. And seeing the look of confusion on your face right now, like a mosquito on a bug zapper, it's just so satisfying.

Be honest with me. Did you even like that coffee? I should get an Oscar for not spitting out that sewage.

Why do you think nobody goes there? Oh, you're so confused. I don't even know that professor you mentioned.

You are going to miss that lecture, though. You even locked yourself in here with me. You really had no clue, did you? Uh-uh-uh, no.

You don't want to leave? I can see it. So why don't you just have a seat instead? Oh, there is so much power in this little black Bible.

I can't wait to share it with you. Give me your hand. Oh, darling, I said give me your hand.

Very good. Oh, the look on your face is so precious. It's almost like you've got little hands.

It's almost like you've got little to no control other than what you desire in the first place, huh? You're going to be my little test subject. Maybe more.

Because you see, a very special night is coming, and I need supplies. I wasn't lying about the magic club at least, but I'm sorry, we're all full up on members. Well, at this point, you're either a servant or a sacrifice.

Why don't we put you through your very first initiation, freshman, and see how you measure up? Oh, I know it's getting so heavy. Very sleepy.

Oh, I can't wait to play with you. Wake up, freshman. There you are.

It's been a few hours. I put you away like a good little toy, but now it's time to play again. Are you ready? Your eyes are saying, hmm, but I think your body will be saying, please, God, yes, pretty soon.

Let me just cut these clothes off of you real quick. Oh, poor thing. Well, there's no use in struggling.

Your limbs are chained to the floor. It's what you asked me to do, remember? And even if you could, you didn't forget about my little black Bible, did you? I still can't believe you just walked into a dark, damp college storage room with a total stranger.

Although I'm still wondering if that was the book's magic or just pussy blindness. Oh, speaking of which, I did a little outfit change. Did you notice? I swapped that lovely little skirt for a black robe that really shows me off.

This is what you were after, right, cutie? Is my cute pink pussy everything you hoped it would be? And does my well-trimmed bush drive you crazy if I stand over you just like this? We've still got some time before the ritual starts, and I wanted to have some more fun with you.

Those chains around your wrists should be open now. Could you sit up for me? Oh, poor thing.

I know it's hard to move and barely focus. All those practices on spells I worked on you earlier really wore you out, huh? Let me just sit down behind you.

There. Now lean back against me. Good.

You're still so obedient. Either that control spell is really powerful, or, well, you're just really needy. Can you feel my tits against your back? My soft, round, full tits.

They must be so warm compared to this stone-cold floor. Listen to my voice in your ear. You are mine.

You are all mine. And there's not a thing you can do about it. You're completely and totally under my spell.

Did that give you goosebumps? Oh, shh, uh-uh, sweet thing. No, no, no struggling.

Just sit here and let me make you feel good. Feel my fingers moving softly up your sides, counting your ribs and rubbing your shoulders. Let me tease those collarbones with the tips of my nails.

I can see the blood rushing in your throat, baby. You're getting so excited for me. Mm.

Oh, I can practically taste it through your skin. I'm tempted to bite you. Unfortunately, there's nothing in the book about becoming a vampire.

Well, at least nothing I've found yet. There are plenty of better uses for you, though. Running my finger down the center of your chest.

I can feel those goosebumps again. Your nipples are getting so hard. How could I possibly ignore them? Would you like it if I squeezed them between my fingers, pulling them and gently twisting them so? Oh, you can probably tell it's getting mine nice and hard.

Can you feel them poking into your back? Pressing into your shoulder blades as I squeeze right up against you. Oh, you poor thing.

You're shaking. Are you cold? Or are you just excited? Moan for me, baby.

We both know you want this, even without all the chains and magic. Let's get down to the meat of the issue, though. I'll just slide my hand the rest of the way down over your midriff and settle right here at the base of your stomach for a second.

Spread your legs for me, freshman. That's it. Good.

Feel the heat of my legs against yours, and the warmth of my chest on your back. My teeth and breath on your neck. I love having you like this.

Totally under my control. Completely surrendered to my will. It makes me so fucking wet.

You like how my nails feel on your thigh? Digging in as I drag them toward your sensitive area. Until I finally cup you in my hand.

You're feeling warmer now, aren't you? Let me rub here, freshman. Let me rub and wrap my fingers around you, and tease you while you try so hard not to squirm for me.

Your heart is beating so fast. You poor little thing. Such a slave to my touch.

I could get myself off for hours, just teasing you like this. But that would be real torture, wouldn't it? Listening to me moan and groan and come over and over and over in your ear, but leaving you a horny, dripping mess at the bleeding edge.

Unable to fight or touch yourself or take any control in any way. Sounds like fun, but we don't have that kind of time right now. I'm getting up again.

Lay back down for me. Good. Do you feel the wet spot I left for you? No? Spread out a little wider for me.

Spread them, I said. Oh, finally starting to resist a little, huh? Oh, you poor thing.

I know you want to give in. We both know you want this as much as you'd like to try to deny some of it. I can see it, and you've already said yes.

You're still that pathetic college freshman in a cute shirt who left their tablet behind, and I am still the sexy bitch in the miniskirt who gave it back to you. Nothing's really changed. We're just living my dirty fantasy instead of yours.

But no worries. I can make the chains around your ankles open up. And of course, we're gonna pin those wrists together over your head.

That's better. Oh, the scent of you is so intoxicating. You're so hot for me, my good little plaything.

Do you want to see my tits while I play with you? Of course you do. Did you think I didn't catch you staring while I was in that uniform? Barely awake, but still sparing a glance for a good, heavy pet of tits.

This robe is barely keeping them contained anyway. Are they everything you hoped for, huh? Fuck.

That yearning behind your eyes makes me real fucking wet. I can't help but play with myself a little seeing you so. ..

caged. Straining desperately against bonds of magic, but still oh so willing to do anything to touch me. They're so hard for you.

I bet you'd give anything to touch them, wouldn't you? Cut my tits, squeeze my nipples, squish them in your hands. Yeah? Would you worship this body? Would you be my first devotee when I make myself a god? Your flinching knees might say maybe, but your eyes say yes.

Don't worry, sweet thing. I take good care of my worshipers. Especially with my mouth.

And my tongue. You are so desperate for me. I can taste how needy you are.

My barest touch is making you shake. Are my hands stroking you just right? Are my fingers teasing you so perfectly? Is my tongue just wet and soft enough to make you lose control? You're a dripping mess, melting like a popsicle in July.

And I want to taste.