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Heavily inspired by the writing.com story The Possession Spell, but nerfed so the one with the power isn't in absolute control of everything.
Matt stumbles upon a ring that lets him possess people.Heavily inspired by the writing.com story The Possession Spell, but nerfed so the one with the power isn't in absolute control of everything.
Matt, Alison, Alan, and Mira are back, and now have the upper hand on Rachel. Despite her best efforts, our four protagonists are now in control of both her body and the ring, and they intend to ruin her so thoroughly that she'll never come back. Contains spitroasting, pee play, bukkake, and a rather extreme revenge. Written by JJ97TSF- please leave feedback! :)
Flashback...Hi guys! My name's Mira...Well ok, technically not. Or is it? I get confused sometimes. See, while you're looking at me and you see Mira, my identity is different. I'm really Jarred. Mira's Matt's girlfriend. So how did I get here, you ask? A couple of days ago, my girlfriend, Rachel found out that Matt and his friends has this magic ring. It lets whoever wears it possess someone. He accidentally passed it to Ashley, and after a day of she playing with the ring, we made a plan. We decided to take revenge on Matt and his friends for being a jerk to us. And also revenge for not letting Rachel as Matt's girlfriend. So let's backtrack to that day, shall we?
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Let it be known that I tried my best to find other ways of possessing people. I tried to learn astral projection- no luck. Magic spells on the internet only made me look like an idiot- and let's not talk about the time my roommate walked in on me trying. I even dropped an obscene amount of money on a "possession potion" from some shady, occult website. All that did was land me in the hospital. Thankfully, it wasn't anything life-threatening, so I was able to be vague. I think the staff just assumed I had a bad reaction to some food or some drug. Either way, the only way that potion was going to allow me to possess people was if it made me shit out my soul or killed me, and neither happened.
Obviously, I had exhausted all other routes of actually possessing someone, so I ended up trying to find a way to possess someone over the internet. VR possession, while interesting, wasn't really feasible- much to my dismay after spending six years to learn as much about the fields of consciousness and technology as possible.
Thankfully, however, what I did find was an interesting line of research that eventually led to me being able to possess people another way- social media. I'm sure a philosopher could come up with several insightful critiques and thoughts on social media being the way in which I possessed and took control of someone else's body, but what you need to know was this-
If someone owned a social media account, I could possess them. Obviously, those without would be outside of my reach, but thankfully most of my potential hosts did have at least one account, somewhere.
As for what happened when I possessed them- well, it was rather rudimentary. Their consciousness essentially "went to sleep" while I was in control, similar to dreaming. I'm sure I could tinker with what happens to those I possess- but I was so eager to possess someone that I decided that was functional enough.
However, actually being able to possess someone wasn't something I wanted to do lightly. At the moment, I could get the software I designed to allow me to possess someone for an hour, at most. And I wasn't entirely sure if my induced sleeping would hold up while possessing my target. In order for me to not end up "blowing my cover," so to speak, that meant that I had to go outside of people I knew as targets to possess. And I really, really wanted to possess my friends. I was lucky enough to be surrounded by a lot of women I found attractive, some of which shared my hobbies of basketball or video games. And as much as I loved the idea of possessing one of them, and perhaps turning them into my personal harem, or my perfect girlfriend, I didn't want to risk ruining my relationship with them until I was absolutely sure that I would be successful. So, I enlisted the help of other possession fetishists on the internet. They thought that I was just roleplaying with them, but thankfully, some of them were bold enough to give out the social media accounts of some of the targets of our shared fantasies. This, along with previous roleplays that I had done with other partners, thankfully gave me a wide range of people to choose from. Different countries, ethnicities, races, with differing levels of education, wealth, qand hobbies to match. I was certainly spoiled for choice, but yet I decided to possess a girl that one of my roleplaying partners and I had discussed at length.
She was in the same country- really close by, actually, so I could access my original body if things went really wrong. She was wealthy, so if I wanted to buy anything I could just use her money to get it. But most importantly- she was smoking hot. A wealthy, educated Latina woman, Olivia lived in Los Angeles, with a nice job and the entire world ahead of her.
Target decided, I loaded up my program and pulled up her Instagram account. After checking, and double checking that I had everything set up correctly- I pressed the button.
Now this sensation was one I was expecting- not the agony of a thousand suns that my stomach was subjected to by that fraudulent potion- instead, I felt a pulling sensation, and then…
Olivia. There wasn't any period in-between that sensation and me suddenly finding myself as Olivia. And would you look at that- she's on her phone, lying on the couch! Or rather, I was.
Ignoring my most base instincts to instantly strip and masturbate like a monkey, I instantly stood up to try and survey my surroundings… only to fall flat on my face. Ouch. Well, at least I had anticipated this. The code that I had written didn't really have anything to naturally access my host body's memories or skills- muscle memory and general movement included. And so what should have been something as simple as standing up ended up with me facedown on the ground. And it's not as if my senses weren't synced, either. I didn’t have full control of her body, but I certainly felt every mistake that I made while trying to move her body. It took an embarrassing amount of time to even get myself upright- much less standing, but eventually, I managed to stand- and then walk, and after about half an hour, I managed to look somewhat normal while walking as in her body, barefoot. Just don’t ask me to run, or anything too complicated. I was definitely going to have to use the data from this “trip” to streamline this process next time.
Gingerly walking around Olivia’s completely foreign house, I started going up and down her hallway, opening doors to find a bathroom. The first door revealed a rather messy room, with men’s clothing. That must be her brother’s room. It smelled a bit- I knew he did sports, and now I could confirm it with both my eyes and nose. Ew. I closed that door after a grimace, and then moved onto the next. This room, in stark contrast, was quite neat. A large, king sized bed for two people, along with a couple of dressers, and plenty of family photos. Yeah, this was their parents’ room. A further look inside revealed a bathroom connected to the bedroom- and a rather nice one, at that. As much as my curiosity wanted me to explore it, however, I only had about thirty more minutes in this body, due to the timer I set beforehand to automatically eject myself from this body, as a safety precaution.
And so I found myself opening the last two doors on this floor- the first was another bathroom. Not really much of note, here. Two sinks, and it looked like Olivia shared this bathroom with her brother. Good to know, I guess. Of more interest was the final door- a clean room, with a desk, laptop, full-body mirror, college merchandise, and dresser. About expected for the room of a young 20-something, but it was Olivia’s room. And right now, I was Olivia. I couldn't stop a grin from spreading across my stolen face. Masturbating was probably out of the question- I wouldn't want Olivia to wake up with her fingers jammed in her pussy when she was just on the couch a moment ago- but I could indulge some other desires. She was wearing what most would call loungewear: a tank top with no bra (much to my delight and slight discomfort), and some leggings that looked fashionable and practical for a workout. The clothes clung to her figure perfectly, and I found myself logging into a dummy account that I had prepared ahead of time to start taking pictures. It was selfie time! One of Olivia smiling. Another of her frowning. One with her tongue out. One blowing a kiss. And then the rest of her body. Pics of her ass. Some of her tits. Full-body selfies showing off the cute little outfit she put on. And then… taking the outfit off. A picture of me smiling with her breasts exposed. A selfie with me spreading her pussy lips open for the camera. Then came the videos. Slowly, sensually, stripping for the camera. Dirty talk, making her vocalize all of my dirtiest fantasies in the bedroom- and outside of it. Fake confessions of devious, unbelievably perverted actions.
As much fun as I was having, though, the one hour mark was coming soon, and so I saved the photos and videos to the dummy account, and deleted them off her phone. I threw her clothes back on, and went back to the couch, lying down in the same space I had taken over. With any luck, she'd just think she had lost track of time while browsing on her phone. Hopefully. Watching as the time ticked by, I felt a familiar pulling sensation, and then…
Me. Yep, home sweet home- and I wasn't dead. I removed some of the wires and other equipment I had attached to me for the procedure to work, and stood up.
And then I yelled. I had really did it! Holy shit, I had managed to possess someone! And as far as I could tell, she was asleep the whole time! Obviously, I had some things to fix, and improvements to make, but the most important part was confirmed- I, a somewhat lonely 28 year old with a Master's Degree in computer science, a love for basketball and video games, and an almost insane, hidden obsession with possession, bodyswapping, and all other sorts of TSF tropes- had successfully possessed someone. As elated as I was with my success, another part of me was already planning on who to hop next. I wanted to possess someone that I knew this time, and a few options popped to mind.
Tina, my Vietnamese high school crush, with a degree in Computer Science and a top-tier job at a tech company, who didn't reciprocate my feelings at all.
Jane, a Chinese-American girl, this time from my university. A marketing major, she worked for a video game company and was a big advocate for women's rights. I never really talked to her, but I definitely lusted after her.
And finally, Andrea. A white girl, also with a computer science degree, who I had taken quite a few classes with and developed a massive crush on. She worked at the same company as Jane, and was part of the same women's rights advocacy group as Jane.
Options in mind, I wondered who my next trip would be as…
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Heavily inspired by the writing.com story The Possession Spell, but nerfed so the one with the power isn't in absolute control of everything.
Matt stumbles upon a ring that lets him possess people.Heavily inspired by the writing.com story The Possession Spell, but nerfed so the one with the power isn't in absolute control of everything.
Matt, Alison, Alan, and Mira are back, and now have the upper hand on Rachel. Despite her best efforts, our four protagonists are now in control of both her body and the ring, and they intend to ruin her so thoroughly that she'll never come back. Contains spitroasting, pee play, bukkake, and a rather extreme revenge. Written by JJ97TSF- please leave feedback! :)
Flashback...Hi guys! My name's Mira...Well ok, technically not. Or is it? I get confused sometimes. See, while you're looking at me and you see Mira, my identity is different. I'm really Jarred. Mira's Matt's girlfriend. So how did I get here, you ask? A couple of days ago, my girlfriend, Rachel found out that Matt and his friends has this magic ring. It lets whoever wears it possess someone. He accidentally passed it to Ashley, and after a day of she playing with the ring, we made a plan. We decided to take revenge on Matt and his friends for being a jerk to us. And also revenge for not letting Rachel as Matt's girlfriend. So let's backtrack to that day, shall we?
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Let it be known that I tried my best to find other ways of possessing people. I tried to learn astral projection- no luck. Magic spells on the internet only made me look like an idiot- and let's not talk about the time my roommate walked in on me trying. I even dropped an obscene amount of money on a "possession potion" from some shady, occult website. All that did was land me in the hospital. Thankfully, it wasn't anything life-threatening, so I was able to be vague. I think the staff just assumed I had a bad reaction to some food or some drug. Either way, the only way that potion was going to allow me to possess people was if it made me shit out my soul or killed me, and neither happened.
Obviously, I had exhausted all other routes of actually possessing someone, so I ended up trying to find a way to possess someone over the internet. VR possession, while interesting, wasn't really feasible- much to my dismay after spending six years to learn as much about the fields of consciousness and technology as possible.
Thankfully, however, what I did find was an interesting line of research that eventually led to me being able to possess people another way- social media. I'm sure a philosopher could come up with several insightful critiques and thoughts on social media being the way in which I possessed and took control of someone else's body, but what you need to know was this-
If someone owned a social media account, I could possess them. Obviously, those without would be outside of my reach, but thankfully most of my potential hosts did have at least one account, somewhere.
As for what happened when I possessed them- well, it was rather rudimentary. Their consciousness essentially "went to sleep" while I was in control, similar to dreaming. I'm sure I could tinker with what happens to those I possess- but I was so eager to possess someone that I decided that was functional enough.
However, actually being able to possess someone wasn't something I wanted to do lightly. At the moment, I could get the software I designed to allow me to possess someone for an hour, at most. And I wasn't entirely sure if my induced sleeping would hold up while possessing my target. In order for me to not end up "blowing my cover," so to speak, that meant that I had to go outside of people I knew as targets to possess. And I really, really wanted to possess my friends. I was lucky enough to be surrounded by a lot of women I found attractive, some of which shared my hobbies of basketball or video games. And as much as I loved the idea of possessing one of them, and perhaps turning them into my personal harem, or my perfect girlfriend, I didn't want to risk ruining my relationship with them until I was absolutely sure that I would be successful. So, I enlisted the help of other possession fetishists on the internet. They thought that I was just roleplaying with them, but thankfully, some of them were bold enough to give out the social media accounts of some of the targets of our shared fantasies. This, along with previous roleplays that I had done with other partners, thankfully gave me a wide range of people to choose from. Different countries, ethnicities, races, with differing levels of education, wealth, qand hobbies to match. I was certainly spoiled for choice, but yet I decided to possess a girl that one of my roleplaying partners and I had discussed at length.
She was in the same country- really close by, actually, so I could access my original body if things went really wrong. She was wealthy, so if I wanted to buy anything I could just use her money to get it. But most importantly- she was smoking hot. A wealthy, educated Latina woman, Olivia lived in Los Angeles, with a nice job and the entire world ahead of her.
Target decided, I loaded up my program and pulled up her Instagram account. After checking, and double checking that I had everything set up correctly- I pressed the button.
Now this sensation was one I was expecting- not the agony of a thousand suns that my stomach was subjected to by that fraudulent potion- instead, I felt a pulling sensation, and then…
Olivia. There wasn't any period in-between that sensation and me suddenly finding myself as Olivia. And would you look at that- she's on her phone, lying on the couch! Or rather, I was.
Ignoring my most base instincts to instantly strip and masturbate like a monkey, I instantly stood up to try and survey my surroundings… only to fall flat on my face. Ouch. Well, at least I had anticipated this. The code that I had written didn't really have anything to naturally access my host body's memories or skills- muscle memory and general movement included. And so what should have been something as simple as standing up ended up with me facedown on the ground. And it's not as if my senses weren't synced, either. I didn’t have full control of her body, but I certainly felt every mistake that I made while trying to move her body. It took an embarrassing amount of time to even get myself upright- much less standing, but eventually, I managed to stand- and then walk, and after about half an hour, I managed to look somewhat normal while walking as in her body, barefoot. Just don’t ask me to run, or anything too complicated. I was definitely going to have to use the data from this “trip” to streamline this process next time.
Gingerly walking around Olivia’s completely foreign house, I started going up and down her hallway, opening doors to find a bathroom. The first door revealed a rather messy room, with men’s clothing. That must be her brother’s room. It smelled a bit- I knew he did sports, and now I could confirm it with both my eyes and nose. Ew. I closed that door after a grimace, and then moved onto the next. This room, in stark contrast, was quite neat. A large, king sized bed for two people, along with a couple of dressers, and plenty of family photos. Yeah, this was their parents’ room. A further look inside revealed a bathroom connected to the bedroom- and a rather nice one, at that. As much as my curiosity wanted me to explore it, however, I only had about thirty more minutes in this body, due to the timer I set beforehand to automatically eject myself from this body, as a safety precaution.
And so I found myself opening the last two doors on this floor- the first was another bathroom. Not really much of note, here. Two sinks, and it looked like Olivia shared this bathroom with her brother. Good to know, I guess. Of more interest was the final door- a clean room, with a desk, laptop, full-body mirror, college merchandise, and dresser. About expected for the room of a young 20-something, but it was Olivia’s room. And right now, I was Olivia. I couldn't stop a grin from spreading across my stolen face. Masturbating was probably out of the question- I wouldn't want Olivia to wake up with her fingers jammed in her pussy when she was just on the couch a moment ago- but I could indulge some other desires. She was wearing what most would call loungewear: a tank top with no bra (much to my delight and slight discomfort), and some leggings that looked fashionable and practical for a workout. The clothes clung to her figure perfectly, and I found myself logging into a dummy account that I had prepared ahead of time to start taking pictures. It was selfie time! One of Olivia smiling. Another of her frowning. One with her tongue out. One blowing a kiss. And then the rest of her body. Pics of her ass. Some of her tits. Full-body selfies showing off the cute little outfit she put on. And then… taking the outfit off. A picture of me smiling with her breasts exposed. A selfie with me spreading her pussy lips open for the camera. Then came the videos. Slowly, sensually, stripping for the camera. Dirty talk, making her vocalize all of my dirtiest fantasies in the bedroom- and outside of it. Fake confessions of devious, unbelievably perverted actions.
As much fun as I was having, though, the one hour mark was coming soon, and so I saved the photos and videos to the dummy account, and deleted them off her phone. I threw her clothes back on, and went back to the couch, lying down in the same space I had taken over. With any luck, she'd just think she had lost track of time while browsing on her phone. Hopefully. Watching as the time ticked by, I felt a familiar pulling sensation, and then…
Me. Yep, home sweet home- and I wasn't dead. I removed some of the wires and other equipment I had attached to me for the procedure to work, and stood up.
And then I yelled. I had really did it! Holy shit, I had managed to possess someone! And as far as I could tell, she was asleep the whole time! Obviously, I had some things to fix, and improvements to make, but the most important part was confirmed- I, a somewhat lonely 28 year old with a Master's Degree in computer science, a love for basketball and video games, and an almost insane, hidden obsession with possession, bodyswapping, and all other sorts of TSF tropes- had successfully possessed someone. As elated as I was with my success, another part of me was already planning on who to hop next. I wanted to possess someone that I knew this time, and a few options popped to mind.
Tina, my Vietnamese high school crush, with a degree in Computer Science and a top-tier job at a tech company, who didn't reciprocate my feelings at all.
Jane, a Chinese-American girl, this time from my university. A marketing major, she worked for a video game company and was a big advocate for women's rights. I never really talked to her, but I definitely lusted after her.
And finally, Andrea. A white girl, also with a computer science degree, who I had taken quite a few classes with and developed a massive crush on. She worked at the same company as Jane, and was part of the same women's rights advocacy group as Jane.
Options in mind, I wondered who my next trip would be as…
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Matt, Alison, Alan, and Mira are back, and now have the upper hand on Rachel. Despite her best efforts, our four protagonists are now in control of both her body and the ring, and they intend to ruin her so thoroughly that she'll never come back. Contains spitroasting, pee play, bukkake, and a rather extreme revenge. Written by JJ97TSF- please leave feedback! :)
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With the ring back in our hands, we made it back to the apartment that Alan and I shared. I was still wearing Rachel’s skinny jeans and the dark blue sleeveless crop top that I had put on her earlier, and still enduring the hateful glares Mira sent my way. I mean, I could understand why she was so upset- Rachel did violate her body pretty thoroughly after all- but I was still in here! Regardless, as soon as we entered I put Rachel’s purse on the counter, then stripped naked in our living room as the others prepared for what happened next. Mira took Rachel’s phone out of her purse, used my face to bypass the Face ID, then set it up on a tripod. We were all ready for revenge, and I sat down on the bed while waiting for Alison and Alan to return from Alan’s room. A minute or so later, they re-entered the living room, and I dutifully got on all fours on our couch as Alison with a strap-on and Alan prepared to spitroast me.
I wouldn’t consider myself a particularly vengeful person, but I didn’t feel too guilty as I felt a “cock” in my ass slam into me, throwing my face further down another cock that was currently in my mouth. In fact, I did my best to grind and throw up peace signs at a phone camera currently filming me getting spitroasted.
She had sent us pictures of her in Mira’s body, sucking some guy’s cock and getting plowed by what we assumed to be the same guy. It was humiliating, infuriating, but now I- we- had the chance to exact revenge, on top of deleting those photos. Alan pulled out behind me and I felt his hot seed splash against my ass. In front of me, Alison pulled her strap-on out of my mouth and began to relieve herself onto my hair. All of this happened while I used Rachel’s face to look into the camera, appearing as if I was enjoying this incredibly degrading experience. Personally, I wasn’t enjoying the physical sensation of being covered in various bodily fluids, but the sheer thrill of revenge helped me power through and wear a rather enthusiastic grin on Rachel’s now defiled face. Eventually, Mira had enough of her little porno, however, and I was given permission to clean up Rachel's body as the other three cleaned themselves up as well.
While in the shower, I did the bare minimum, really only focusing on making sure the ring didn’t slip off my finger as I brought Rachel’s body back to a presentable state. Once finished, I pulled an oversized t-shirt and gym shorts from my drawer, threw them on Rachel’s body haphazardly, and went out to meet the other three in the living room, where they were currently strategizing on how to further punish Rachel and ensure she didn’t come back for revenge. Mira’s face immediately turned into a grimace as she looked at me.
“Ew. If she knew she was wearing your clothes, she would be way too happy. Take them off and put the other clothes back on.” I considered arguing with her for a moment, as the skinny jeans and crop top were a bit of a tight squeeze- but decided against it. She was the one that suffered the most from Rachel’s possessions, after all. As I slipped back into the clothes I took from Rachel’s closet earlier, I heard the others talk about what they wanted to do with her.
I imagine our conversation sounded similar to what happens in the writing rooms for porn producers. Trash her place. Have her fuck a few homeless guys. Make her wet herself in public and then hop out. I brought up something I thought Mira would do- leaving her naked, halfway across the country in a motel- and we all agreed on that as a “parting gift” for her. But that alone wasn’t enough, we thought. Maybe we could have her work as a camgirl? Bringing her to a comic convention to fuck the ugliest guys we could find was an idea we all agreed we could enjoy. Using her money to pay for our expenses- both essential and luxury- was also one we came to a unanimous agreement on. Mira suggested getting a ridiculous boobjob- and Alison agreed- but I (and Alan) shut that down. I thought it would be perhaps too harsh, and Alan agreed. Moving on. Maybe having her fuck her friends? A quick scroll through her contacts list on her phone revealed quite a few guys, and it was quite easy to tell that most of them wanted to fuck her. We all agreed on that, and continued on. Posting really slutty pictures to her social media was one we also agreed on doing- and started on right then and there. I took a picture of myself miming Rachel holding on a cock and sucking it, and posted it on all of her socials for everyone to see. The conversation on how to absolutely ruin her continued long for a couple hours, and I found myself falling asleep, giddy for the day to come. Taping the ring to my finger so it wouldn’t become dislodged during sleep, I bid the others goodnight.
As I woke up in the morning, it took me a moment to realize that I was in Rachel’s body. While I was now somewhat used to the feeling of waking up in Mira’s body, the sight of Rachel’s copper hair covering my vision, along with her tanned skin brushing her hair out of my face was a sensation I was not used to. Either way, I hopped out of my bed and into the living room, where Mira was sleeping. Normally, we’d sleep together, but Mira declined last night- “too weird” seeing Rachel’s face next to her in bed. Understandable, I guess. She was already awake, texting on her phone when I waved her over, and we both sat down at the desk in my room together. Pulling out her credit card, we cleared out both of our wishlists. Fancy, designer clothes and shoes for her. Makeup and other cosmetics as well. I decided to treat myself to a new, high-end gaming computer, alongside the newest gaming consoles, marked up to a ridiculous price. No need to work for a good deal- it technically wasn’t my money, after all. We must have spent around three thousand or so dollars before the card started getting declined- and neither of us wanted to try and impersonate Rachel to her bank in order to unfreeze it, so we stopped there. We still had her debit card after all, and a glance at her savings account last night revealed a few thousand dollars available to us.
As Alison and Alan both woke up and entered the living room, Mira and I left my room to join them for the next act of debauchery on the list. Today, I was going to stay in Rachel’s body and carry out her punishments, and so I dutifully hopped into a car with Alan, Mira, and Alison as we drove over to the seedier part of town, picking up some boba on the way to drink. We arrived at our destination- a homeless encampment, and Mira pulled out my- Rachel’s- phone and started recording. I took that as my cue to start, and I made a beeline for one of the tents. Opening the flap, I saw a homeless man looking at me with wide eyes. He must not have been expecting anybody, certainly not a cute girl intruding on his tent. Luckily for him, I was going to make his day. Sitting down on the disgusting floor littered with trash, I looked him in the eye and gave him a smile.
“Hey there mister, would you like to…” I wasn’t quite sure how to put this. “...have some fun with me?” Good enough. Outside, Mira was holding the tent door open with one hand and recording with the phone in the other. The homeless man gave a dumbfounded nod, and I took that as a sign to start. I brought Rachel’s dainty hands, unzipped his jeans, took out his smelly cock, and began a reluctant service.
The entire affair took longer than any of us had expected, due to the fact that other homeless guys heard the commotion, came in, and joined in on the fun. I must have fucked six or seven guys, all with Mira dutifully videotaping. By the time the orgy was over, Rachel’s once pristine dyed copper hair was streaked with cum, visibly standing out. But her hair wasn’t the only place that was soiled- her crop top was also visibly stained with cum, along with her skinny jean- which had been ripped open by a particularly eager gentleman, leaving a hole exposing her ass for all to see. Speaking of her ass- cum was dripping out of both lower orifices, and I made no effort to clean it up until Mira turned off the phone, giggling at Rachel’s dilapidated state. I borrowed one of the homeless gentlemen’s dirty cargo pants, and giggled myself as I put it on with no panties. I left her skinny jeans with the gentlemen as a “souvenir,” and Mira sent them the video for good measure. Rachel would never be able to show her face around here ever again- although I doubt she came here to begin with. Either way, we got what we came here for- a video of Rachel fucking several homeless men, and so we added the video to a blackmail folder that also contained last night’s spitroast.
As kinky as the whole experience was, the feeling of cum dripping out of both my stolen pussy and anus was incredibly uncomfortable, and so we made a quick trip back to Rachel’s house in order to both get myself clean clothes as well as complete another task- trash Rachel’s place. We had brought as many homeless people as could reasonably fit into the car (much to Alan’s displeasure, as he owned it), and brought them up to Rachel’s apartment. Opening the front door with her keys to a few curious yet trusting gentlemen, I spread my arms out and gestured to the apartment as whole.
“You can all stay here for the time being! I’m not going to use it, and since you all treated me so well-” I winked as I said that- “I figured you all could use the place better than I can! Feel free to invite any of your friends, too.” And with that, the homeless gentlemen who were just fucking Rachel a few minutes earlier were now settling into Rachel’s home. I, on the other hand, went about showering for a second time in Rachel’s body, again making sure to not accidentally dislodge the ring from my finger. Afterwards, I raided her closet. I took some of the expensive dresses that she had, along with some other clothing that I liked or thought looked incredibly slutty- and decided to ruin the rest of her wardrobe by relieving myself on whatever I didn’t think I would need.
With the video for today filmed, and Rachel’s house currently occupied, we began the drive back to me and Alan’s apartment when we were interrupted by something- or rather, someone- that required our immediate attention. Rachel’s phone received a ping from a “Boyfriend <3” inquiring as to her whereabouts and general well-being.
“Shit!” I had completely forgotten about the boyfriend- the one who had fucked Mira while she was possessed by Rachel. Just the mention of him started getting Mira angry, and I tried my best to calm her down- only to anger her even more as she pushed me away on instinct, before apologizing. She REALLY doesn’t like Rachel- although I can understand why. Meanwhile, Alan and Alison were strategizing, and we spent a good hour deliberating on how to handle the boyfriend. I didn’t particularly want to have sex with him, and nor did anyone else- and there was no telling what he knew about the ring, so impersonating Rachel to get him out of the picture for the short-term was out of the question. That being said, we couldn’t come up with any other solution, besides subduing him and keeping him tied up- which was immediately dismissed due to the potential legal issues that it brought up. We were at our wits end until Alison saved all of us.
“...Why don’t we just tell him that we’re busy?” Alison said.
“What?” echoed back Alan.
“You know, tell him that she- Rachel- is busy ruining Mira’s life. From what we could tell, he’s pretty subservient to her, so if we tell him to stay put- just for the period that we’re ruining Rachel- he might do just that. We’ll have to put the social media stuff on hold, though.”
I, along with Alan, was quite skeptical of her plan- but eventually we decided to follow through due to lack of a better one. And so out went a text from Rachel’s phone to the boyfriend’s phone.
“Busy fucking up Mira. Check back in a couple of days and I’ll show you some of the fun and let you have another turn ;)”
It physically revolted me having to type that, but what was even more revolting was the idea of actually being under Rachel’s control. Luckily for us, we didn’t have to wait too long before we received an “Ok” from the boyfriend.
With that assurance, we were okay to continue ruining her life- we just had to do it out of sight of the boyfriend, and on a much quicker timeline. Gone was the convention plan. I quickly took down the blowjob photo from her social media as well. Instead, we rented a minivan, and packed up for an impromptu road-trip. It was time to say goodbye to Rachel, for good.
It took a few hours, but we were on the road and heading towards our destination at a good pace. Mira had chosen the city in which she wanted to “dump” Rachel, and instead of a motel- we decided to give her a grand finale. I purposefully overate in her body while wearing her fanciest dress, a fitted dress with a designer name. White and a little lacy, it showed a bit of cleavage while still remaining tasteful, and had a slit running along the side of it to show off the wearer’s legs. Even I had to admit Rachel looked beautiful in it, which is why all of us enjoyed covering it in grease, food, and condiments from a fast food place on the way to our destination. Rachel looked like an absolute mess, and it got plenty of stares as I exited the car with Mira following a distance behind, heading towards our final destination with Rachel- a nice little outlet mall. Strutting in her body, I made a beeline for the food court. I was already a magnet for people’s attention in my body- and I was an even bigger one when I climbed on top of one of the store’s counters, outside of the view of any store cameras but within the view of anyone in the food court. This was going to be tricky- but I wanted something decisive to ensure that she would never come back to bother us again. And with that knowledge in mind- I pulled down the top of Rachel’s dress, hard, showing her boobs for everyone to see. A few parents covered their children’s eyes. Quite a few teenagers pulled out their phones to record. But no one came to stop her. The employees just looked on in awe, clearly the highlight of what must have been a mind-numbing shift previously. But I wasn’t done yet. Relaxing her bladder, I let go and made her wet herself right there on the counter. It sucked for the employees that had to clean it up, but it had to be done. Now, Rachel was not only a pervert who flashed a food court at a busy mall- but also a pervert that wet herself on purpose in public. With the shame and embarrassment benign too much to bear any longer in her body, and a store manager pulling at me to get down- I pulled off the ring and exited her body. As I entered her ghost form, I got a short glance at her shocked, horrified face as she slowly began to realize the horrible situation she was in- before heading into Mira, taking control of her and walking out of the mall, our group’s coup de grace finally delivered.
Before we had left Rachel, we put a message on her phone that she would surely see- essentially laying out the blackmail we had on her, and how we could ruin her life even more if she tried to retaliate against us for the punishment we had doled out on her. A plethora of nudes, demeaning and kinky sex videos, and other degrading acts we had her do were listed on her phone, along with a guarantee that said pieces of media would be leaked onto the internet and to her close friends and family if any retaliation occurred. Of course, there was no guarantee that such a safeguard would prevent her from coming back to us with revenge on the mind- but hopefully the disastrous outcome of this last stunt she pulled, and the traumatizing event we had just put her through would successfully deter her from ever coming near us again.
And with that out of the way, I got back into the minivan as Mira, hopped out of her body, gave everyone an update on how the situation played out- and we all began the drive back home, our need for vengeance now sated by the absolute ruining of Rachel’s life.
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Original Series by Haxxare on DeviantArt1 / 1Loading...Loading...- With the ring back in our hands, we made it back to the apartment that Alan and I shared. I was still wearing Rachel’s skinny jeans and the dark blue sleeveless crop top that I had put on her earlier, and still enduring the hateful glares Mira sent my way. I mean, I could understand why she was so upset- Rachel did violate her body pretty thoroughly after all- but I was still in here! Regardless, as soon as we entered I put Rachel’s purse on the counter, then stripped naked in our living room as the others prepared for what happened next. Mira took Rachel’s phone out of her purse, used my face to bypass the Face ID, then set it up on a tripod. We were all ready for revenge, and I sat down on the bed while waiting for Alison and Alan to return from Alan’s room. A minute or so later, they re-entered the living room, and I dutifully got on all fours on our couch as Alison with a strap-on and Alan prepared to spitroast me.
I wouldn’t consider myself a particularly vengeful person, but I didn’t feel too guilty as I felt a “cock” in my ass slam into me, throwing my face further down another cock that was currently in my mouth. In fact, I did my best to grind and throw up peace signs at a phone camera currently filming me getting spitroasted.
She had sent us pictures of her in Mira’s body, sucking some guy’s cock and getting plowed by what we assumed to be the same guy. It was humiliating, infuriating, but now I- we- had the chance to exact revenge, on top of deleting those photos. Alan pulled out behind me and I felt his hot seed splash against my ass. In front of me, Alison pulled her strap-on out of my mouth and began to relieve herself onto my hair. All of this happened while I used Rachel’s face to look into the camera, appearing as if I was enjoying this incredibly degrading experience. Personally, I wasn’t enjoying the physical sensation of being covered in various bodily fluids, but the sheer thrill of revenge helped me power through and wear a rather enthusiastic grin on Rachel’s now defiled face. Eventually, Mira had enough of her little porno, however, and I was given permission to clean up Rachel's body as the other three cleaned themselves up as well.
While in the shower, I did the bare minimum, really only focusing on making sure the ring didn’t slip off my finger as I brought Rachel’s body back to a presentable state. Once finished, I pulled an oversized t-shirt and gym shorts from my drawer, threw them on Rachel’s body haphazardly, and went out to meet the other three in the living room, where they were currently strategizing on how to further punish Rachel and ensure she didn’t come back for revenge. Mira’s face immediately turned into a grimace as she looked at me.
“Ew. If she knew she was wearing your clothes, she would be way too happy. Take them off and put the other clothes back on.” I considered arguing with her for a moment, as the skinny jeans and crop top were a bit of a tight squeeze- but decided against it. She was the one that suffered the most from Rachel’s possessions, after all. As I slipped back into the clothes I took from Rachel’s closet earlier, I heard the others talk about what they wanted to do with her.
I imagine our conversation sounded similar to what happens in the writing rooms for porn producers. Trash her place. Have her fuck a few homeless guys. Make her wet herself in public and then hop out. I brought up something I thought Mira would do- leaving her naked, halfway across the country in a motel- and we all agreed on that as a “parting gift” for her. But that alone wasn’t enough, we thought. Maybe we could have her work as a camgirl? Bringing her to a comic convention to fuck the ugliest guys we could find was an idea we all agreed we could enjoy. Using her money to pay for our expenses- both essential and luxury- was also one we came to a unanimous agreement on. Mira suggested getting a ridiculous boobjob- and Alison agreed- but I (and Alan) shut that down. I thought it would be perhaps too harsh, and Alan agreed. Moving on. Maybe having her fuck her friends? A quick scroll through her contacts list on her phone revealed quite a few guys, and it was quite easy to tell that most of them wanted to fuck her. We all agreed on that, and continued on. Posting really slutty pictures to her social media was one we also agreed on doing- and started on right then and there. I took a picture of myself miming Rachel holding on a cock and sucking it, and posted it on all of her socials for everyone to see. The conversation on how to absolutely ruin her continued long for a couple hours, and I found myself falling asleep, giddy for the day to come. Taping the ring to my finger so it wouldn’t become dislodged during sleep, I bid the others goodnight.
As I woke up in the morning, it took me a moment to realize that I was in Rachel’s body. While I was now somewhat used to the feeling of waking up in Mira’s body, the sight of Rachel’s copper hair covering my vision, along with her tanned skin brushing her hair out of my face was a sensation I was not used to. Either way, I hopped out of my bed and into the living room, where Mira was sleeping. Normally, we’d sleep together, but Mira declined last night- “too weird” seeing Rachel’s face next to her in bed. Understandable, I guess. She was already awake, texting on her phone when I waved her over, and we both sat down at the desk in my room together. Pulling out her credit card, we cleared out both of our wishlists. Fancy, designer clothes and shoes for her. Makeup and other cosmetics as well. I decided to treat myself to a new, high-end gaming computer, alongside the newest gaming consoles, marked up to a ridiculous price. No need to work for a good deal- it technically wasn’t my money, after all. We must have spent around three thousand or so dollars before the card started getting declined- and neither of us wanted to try and impersonate Rachel to her bank in order to unfreeze it, so we stopped there. We still had her debit card after all, and a glance at her savings account last night revealed a few thousand dollars available to us.
As Alison and Alan both woke up and entered the living room, Mira and I left my room to join them for the next act of debauchery on the list. Today, I was going to stay in Rachel’s body and carry out her punishments, and so I dutifully hopped into a car with Alan, Mira, and Alison as we drove over to the seedier part of town, picking up some boba on the way to drink. We arrived at our destination- a homeless encampment, and Mira pulled out my- Rachel’s- phone and started recording. I took that as my cue to start, and I made a beeline for one of the tents. Opening the flap, I saw a homeless man looking at me with wide eyes. He must not have been expecting anybody, certainly not a cute girl intruding on his tent. Luckily for him, I was going to make his day. Sitting down on the disgusting floor littered with trash, I looked him in the eye and gave him a smile.
“Hey there mister, would you like to…” I wasn’t quite sure how to put this. “...have some fun with me?” Good enough. Outside, Mira was holding the tent door open with one hand and recording with the phone in the other. The homeless man gave a dumbfounded nod, and I took that as a sign to start. I brought Rachel’s dainty hands, unzipped his jeans, took out his smelly cock, and began a reluctant service.
The entire affair took longer than any of us had expected, due to the fact that other homeless guys heard the commotion, came in, and joined in on the fun. I must have fucked six or seven guys, all with Mira dutifully videotaping. By the time the orgy was over, Rachel’s once pristine dyed copper hair was streaked with cum, visibly standing out. But her hair wasn’t the only place that was soiled- her crop top was also visibly stained with cum, along with her skinny jean- which had been ripped open by a particularly eager gentleman, leaving a hole exposing her ass for all to see. Speaking of her ass- cum was dripping out of both lower orifices, and I made no effort to clean it up until Mira turned off the phone, giggling at Rachel’s dilapidated state. I borrowed one of the homeless gentlemen’s dirty cargo pants, and giggled myself as I put it on with no panties. I left her skinny jeans with the gentlemen as a “souvenir,” and Mira sent them the video for good measure. Rachel would never be able to show her face around here ever again- although I doubt she came here to begin with. Either way, we got what we came here for- a video of Rachel fucking several homeless men, and so we added the video to a blackmail folder that also contained last night’s spitroast.
As kinky as the whole experience was, the feeling of cum dripping out of both my stolen pussy and anus was incredibly uncomfortable, and so we made a quick trip back to Rachel’s house in order to both get myself clean clothes as well as complete another task- trash Rachel’s place. We had brought as many homeless people as could reasonably fit into the car (much to Alan’s displeasure, as he owned it), and brought them up to Rachel’s apartment. Opening the front door with her keys to a few curious yet trusting gentlemen, I spread my arms out and gestured to the apartment as whole.
“You can all stay here for the time being! I’m not going to use it, and since you all treated me so well-” I winked as I said that- “I figured you all could use the place better than I can! Feel free to invite any of your friends, too.” And with that, the homeless gentlemen who were just fucking Rachel a few minutes earlier were now settling into Rachel’s home. I, on the other hand, went about showering for a second time in Rachel’s body, again making sure to not accidentally dislodge the ring from my finger. Afterwards, I raided her closet. I took some of the expensive dresses that she had, along with some other clothing that I liked or thought looked incredibly slutty- and decided to ruin the rest of her wardrobe by relieving myself on whatever I didn’t think I would need.
With the video for today filmed, and Rachel’s house currently occupied, we began the drive back to me and Alan’s apartment when we were interrupted by something- or rather, someone- that required our immediate attention. Rachel’s phone received a ping from a “Boyfriend <3” inquiring as to her whereabouts and general well-being.
“Shit!” I had completely forgotten about the boyfriend- the one who had fucked Mira while she was possessed by Rachel. Just the mention of him started getting Mira angry, and I tried my best to calm her down- only to anger her even more as she pushed me away on instinct, before apologizing. She REALLY doesn’t like Rachel- although I can understand why. Meanwhile, Alan and Alison were strategizing, and we spent a good hour deliberating on how to handle the boyfriend. I didn’t particularly want to have sex with him, and nor did anyone else- and there was no telling what he knew about the ring, so impersonating Rachel to get him out of the picture for the short-term was out of the question. That being said, we couldn’t come up with any other solution, besides subduing him and keeping him tied up- which was immediately dismissed due to the potential legal issues that it brought up. We were at our wits end until Alison saved all of us.
“...Why don’t we just tell him that we’re busy?” Alison said.
“What?” echoed back Alan.
“You know, tell him that she- Rachel- is busy ruining Mira’s life. From what we could tell, he’s pretty subservient to her, so if we tell him to stay put- just for the period that we’re ruining Rachel- he might do just that. We’ll have to put the social media stuff on hold, though.”
I, along with Alan, was quite skeptical of her plan- but eventually we decided to follow through due to lack of a better one. And so out went a text from Rachel’s phone to the boyfriend’s phone.
“Busy fucking up Mira. Check back in a couple of days and I’ll show you some of the fun and let you have another turn ;)”
It physically revolted me having to type that, but what was even more revolting was the idea of actually being under Rachel’s control. Luckily for us, we didn’t have to wait too long before we received an “Ok” from the boyfriend.
With that assurance, we were okay to continue ruining her life- we just had to do it out of sight of the boyfriend, and on a much quicker timeline. Gone was the convention plan. I quickly took down the blowjob photo from her social media as well. Instead, we rented a minivan, and packed up for an impromptu road-trip. It was time to say goodbye to Rachel, for good.
It took a few hours, but we were on the road and heading towards our destination at a good pace. Mira had chosen the city in which she wanted to “dump” Rachel, and instead of a motel- we decided to give her a grand finale. I purposefully overate in her body while wearing her fanciest dress, a fitted dress with a designer name. White and a little lacy, it showed a bit of cleavage while still remaining tasteful, and had a slit running along the side of it to show off the wearer’s legs. Even I had to admit Rachel looked beautiful in it, which is why all of us enjoyed covering it in grease, food, and condiments from a fast food place on the way to our destination. Rachel looked like an absolute mess, and it got plenty of stares as I exited the car with Mira following a distance behind, heading towards our final destination with Rachel- a nice little outlet mall. Strutting in her body, I made a beeline for the food court. I was already a magnet for people’s attention in my body- and I was an even bigger one when I climbed on top of one of the store’s counters, outside of the view of any store cameras but within the view of anyone in the food court. This was going to be tricky- but I wanted something decisive to ensure that she would never come back to bother us again. And with that knowledge in mind- I pulled down the top of Rachel’s dress, hard, showing her boobs for everyone to see. A few parents covered their children’s eyes. Quite a few teenagers pulled out their phones to record. But no one came to stop her. The employees just looked on in awe, clearly the highlight of what must have been a mind-numbing shift previously. But I wasn’t done yet. Relaxing her bladder, I let go and made her wet herself right there on the counter. It sucked for the employees that had to clean it up, but it had to be done. Now, Rachel was not only a pervert who flashed a food court at a busy mall- but also a pervert that wet herself on purpose in public. With the shame and embarrassment benign too much to bear any longer in her body, and a store manager pulling at me to get down- I pulled off the ring and exited her body. As I entered her ghost form, I got a short glance at her shocked, horrified face as she slowly began to realize the horrible situation she was in- before heading into Mira, taking control of her and walking out of the mall, our group’s coup de grace finally delivered.
Before we had left Rachel, we put a message on her phone that she would surely see- essentially laying out the blackmail we had on her, and how we could ruin her life even more if she tried to retaliate against us for the punishment we had doled out on her. A plethora of nudes, demeaning and kinky sex videos, and other degrading acts we had her do were listed on her phone, along with a guarantee that said pieces of media would be leaked onto the internet and to her close friends and family if any retaliation occurred. Of course, there was no guarantee that such a safeguard would prevent her from coming back to us with revenge on the mind- but hopefully the disastrous outcome of this last stunt she pulled, and the traumatizing event we had just put her through would successfully deter her from ever coming near us again.
And with that out of the way, I got back into the minivan as Mira, hopped out of her body, gave everyone an update on how the situation played out- and we all began the drive back home, our need for vengeance now sated by the absolute ruining of Rachel’s life.
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byTicImagine · 13 Sep 2023Flashback...Hi guys! My name's Mira...Well ok, technically not. Or is it? I get confused sometimes. See, while you're looking at me and you see Mira, my identity is different. I'm really Jarred. Mira's Matt's girlfriend. So how did I get here, you ask? A couple of days ago, my girlfriend, Rachel found out that Matt and his friends has this magic ring. It lets whoever wears it possess someone. He accidentally passed it to Ashley, and after a day of she playing with the ring, we made a plan. We decided to take revenge on Matt and his friends for being a jerk to us. And also revenge for not letting Rachel as Matt's girlfriend. So let's backtrack to that day, shall we?
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