Chapter 3 - #Soulswap

It was several hours later that saw Toxicity and Demona return to their home in preparation for their 'switcheroo' spell.

After making initial preparations in the ritual room, the spell was underway, and they both had 20 minutes before the spell would kick in. Demona decided to set up in the dungeon with her pet.

"Pet, in a few minutes a spell will take place and it will seem like I am not myself. You are to treat me as your mistress no matter what I say. In several days I will return, and i will know everything that has happened is that clear?"

The woman at her knees whimpered and stared up adoringly into her mistress's eyes.

"Depending on how things go, the dungeon may be locked as long as 2 days. The house is sealed for up to three days, speak if you understand."

The 36 year old former stay at home mother responded, "Yes my mistress, this one understands."

Demonia then grabbed Pet by the leash hanging from her black studded collar, the slave being nude except for black leather bands at her ankles and wrists, and the lewd tattoos covering her body of demonic succubi fucking and corrupting women. The most interesting being a tattoo covering her back, of a succubus reaching under Pet's arms to appear to fondle the slave's E-cup breasts. The red hands with black nails reaching up as if to pinch Pet's pierced nipples.

Demona led her slave over to a harness, and took her hands, admiring the tattoos on her right hand fingers reading 'slave', as she locked a hanging chain to that wrist, and then the left hand whose finger tattoos read 'mommy' and that hand too was suspended from ceiling chains.

Demona turned to the toy chest to finalize her preparations before the spell took effect.

Meanwhile Toxicity was making her own final preparations, having enjoyed listening in on Hermione and Ginny's discussion as to how they were going to decorate Hermione's apartment and then take a few weeks vacation.

Toxicity prepared a bedroom similar to her own, and stocked it with books full of dark tantric magic, some of her sexier outfits and accessories, and certain ingredients commonly used by the wytches.

Toxicity grinned a manic grin as she finished setting up a room perfect for corrupting a good girl using her preferred style of wytch magic. She had already placed runes that would block the usage of witch magic either travel, tracking, or other.

As minutes ticked down she was on the phone getting some deliveries underway, and finally it was time she sat down, donned a black gasmask with a tube leading to a large glass hookah-construct, and simply enjoyed pleasuring herself with some toys until the spell kicked in.

The anticipation for putting the two innocent girls into their new situation was so exciting!

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Hermione felt groggy. She remembered that she had been sitting next to Ginny on the couch harry had donated for her apartment at the renovated Grimmald Place, when she suddenly felt weak and sleepy.

At the moment she felt as though she was in a dream. She could smell a strange pungent smell like burning potions ingredients. She could feel something covering her face. She could feel something filling her like a dildo.

Clearly she was dreaming.

While she owned and had used a dildo, that box hadn't even come over from storage yet.

Hermione's hands began to come up to her face, but as she rubbed her hands over her chest, everything felt weird.

First her breasts felt larger than normal, and oh so much more sensitive. Then there were the nipple rings. Hermione grabbed the two rings and tugged, and was rewarded with a body-quaking orgasm.

"Unnnnngh, ohhhh. What is this? Am I still dreaming?" She said out loud, her voice sounding completely foreign to her ears through the gas mask.

As her left hand continued to fondle her nipple ring, her right hand felt down towards her pussy. There she found that it wasn't a dildo in her, it was a double ended dildo, with half of it sticking out from her as though she had her own cock. Hermione began to tug on the dildo, and that felt amazing. She tried to lift her head to look down, but she still felt so groggy, and that 'oooh that smoky smell' she just wanted to enjoy this dream.

Hermione couldn't lift her head so she just went with what she could feel.

Hermione began to work the dildo in and out, and when her hand touched her labia she found a new surprise, the labia were pierced with rings on both sides of the labia.

Hermione brought her left hand down to mess with the rings as she began to stroke the double-dong in and out again with her right hand.

As she worked herself into a greater sexual stupor, her eyes began to focus. She could see through the lenses of the gasmask. With every stroke she could see that she was making tiny gasping noises which were accompanied tiny puffs of smoke exiting the mask.

Hermione rolled her head to the left, and saw a wall with a poster that had symbols she couldn't make out, and what looked like a woman having sex with another woman.

(Later Hermione would realize that one of the women in the poster was the owner of this body, and that they were sharing the dildo she was moving like a butter churn.)

Hermione rolled her head to the right, and she could see a floor to ceiling bookshelf covered with books, sex toys, and glass devices she did not recognize.

A small lock of hair fell down across the left eye lens and Hermione could see platinum hair streaked with purple and purple tech dreadlocks.

'Definitely a dream'. Her hair looked nothing like that.

Hermione licked her lips as the could feel her body approaching orgasm.

She felt her tongue around and could feel several lip rings, and a triangle of metal barbells on her tongue.

"Sweet baby maeve, this feels so good." Hermione bit down on her lip, and could taste the metal of the lip rings as she tugged on her labia rings and the dildo hit just the right spot.

"Unnnnnghhh aieeeeeeeeee!"

Hermione had a mind-blowing orgasm, and passed back out.

She was aware that something was off, but so far she had chalked it all up to being in a weird erotic dream.

Maybe the next time she awoke, she might realize her circumstances, and the trouble she was now in.