The last thing that Ginny remembered was sitting on the couch with Hermione planning out what furniture stores they would visit the next day. Somehow she fell asleep. Now she could feel something quite strange, as the felt something wet wiggling in her cunny.
Ginny's eyes shot open to see that there was a woman between her legs. Ginny could see that there was some kind of tattoo on the woman's back, but could not make out what it was. And to be honest her attention was not on the tattoo. Rather it was the head of this woman.
Ginny could see a head of light brown hair, gathered into a braided ponytail, with a brass ring at the end. Ginny could see ears easily as it appeared that the sides of the woman's head was shaved. The woman's ears appeared to be covered with metal, from the top, curving around to the bottom of the outer ears were metal spike piercings, and hanging inside the woman's lobes were 1" diameter plugs.
The left ear had a black plug that displayed a silver symbol that looked like a circle with eight arrows pointing in every direction, and the right plug held a purple symbol that consisted of a circle containing a downward pointing pentagram, and from the upper right section of the circle extended a line that was bisected by a crescent that pointed towards the circle, and the line ended at a smaller crescent that opened away from the circle. (Ginny would not yet have the knowledge to recognize the symbols of chaos unbound, of the mark of Slaanesh.)
While Ginny observed these details, of far greater interest was the fact that the woman was using her tongue like a tiny cock, bobbing her head so that each stroke would result in the woman's lips hitting Ginny's clitoris.
"Morganna's saggy tits, what the bloody hell are you doing?" Ginny yelled.
Ginny began to reach down to the woman, but then realized the extent of her predicament. First, was that this was not how she was supposed to look. She could feel that she was now taller than she had ever been, and there were other things about this body that weren't right.
Her tits were huge, and almost obscured the woman going to town on her cunt. Then she could see and feel the metal being worked in her pussy lips and her clit. When she yelled, it came out as a sexy seductress' voice, and sounded nothing like her own. And in her mouth she could feel a triangle of metal tongue barbells.
The next thing she had noticed as she tried to move was that she appeared to be encased in something rubbery. To that point Ginny had never heard of a latex catsuit, or anything along these lines. Ginny was covered from head to toe in black latex only her face and ears, her tits, her crotch, and her fingertips remained exposed, her hands and arms were covered in black latex gloves to the first knuckle, leaving her fingers and fingernails exposed with inch long glossy black nails. She could not see that a glossy black topknot ponytail came out the top back of her catsuit.
Next she noticed that she was in a throne-like chair, and her wrists and ankles appeared to be chained to that throne. It appeared that the chains extended from her wrists to the throne behind her lower back.
Ginny's hands left the armrest, but the chain length kept her a good 3-4 inches from the woman's head. Ginny tried to kick the woman, but her ankles had almost no play and kept her legs spread lewdly. The only part of her body she could reach were her exposed breasts.
As she looked at the woman between her legs she realized that the woman herself appeared to have chains stretching from cuffs on her limbs to the ceiling.
"What is going on? Why are you doing this?" Ginny asked in a voice not her own.
The woman appeared to pause her licking before bringing her hands up and replacing her tongue with two of her fingers. "Mistress Ginny, this's one is following her mistress's instructions."
"Who is your mistress?" Ginny demanded.
The slave looked up into Ginny's eyes, and said "you are my mistress, mistress Ginny."
"Well if I'm your mistress you must set me free."
"Mistress, the chains are locked by a spell and only your orgasm can release the chains."
Ginny was furious. What in the hell was goings on? One second she was asleep at hermione's and the next she looks like a complete harlot, while some other harlot is doing things that she wanted Harry to do, and not this... tattooed slave bitch.
"Fine, do it you fucking slut. Go ahead and make me cum, so the damn chains release."
"Yes, Mistress Ginny."
The woman continued her efforts licking Ginny's pussy and clit ring as she worked two of her fingers inside her mistress.
It took some time as Ginny was primarily het, but eventually, the slave's efforts along with some licking of her perineum between her cunt and ass, was enough to push her over the edge.
Much to Ginny's surprise she could see that her skin at the inner edges of her tits under the latex was appearing to glow. (Ginny did not yet know about the tantric magic storage tattoo that was currently hidden by the catsuit)
Next the heard the sounds of chains popping and she felt a brief second of elation before she realized that her chains were still in place.
The slave woman stood up, her chains fully released, and she posed for a second before Ginny so that Ginny could see the tattoos of evil looking red hands with black nails pinching her nipples, and several other lewd tattoos of succubi fucking normal women.
Ginny struggled against her chains "you lying bitch, I'll kill you", she shook with fury as the tried to break free.
"Mistress, this slut apologizes, but your pet did not lie. This one only said that the chains would be released, not that every chain would be released."
Ginny was enraged, and wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of the one who violated her.
"Arrrrrrrrghh" she growled.
The slave woman began to walk around her, and further explained. "Mistress needed to cum not only of her own free will, but intentionally, and needed to be in the right mindset before Mistress Ginny could become Mistress Ginny."
As the woman passed, Ginny could see the huge succubus tattoo on the woman's back. "What the hell are you talking about you crazy bitch?"
Ginny could hear the slave woman rustling with something.
"This one was merely a mommy slut before Mistress turned her into her Pet Mommy Slave. This spell will make mistress ginny properly into Mistress Ginny."
At that moment, the slave woman placed a set of goggles over Ginny's eyes. "What the fuck is this? What are you doing?" Ginny heard no response as a set of headphones over her ears.
Ginny had never heard of submiminals or brainwashing, so she had no idea what was going on. She continued to curse at the slave girl, but couldn't even hear her own words.
It seemed like she could almost see something, so she concentrated not realising that her own concentration just allowed the subliminals to pump words onto her head.
Ginny could hear a voice in the distance, a voice that sounded like the voice of this body. Her sub-conscience could hear the words:
"You're a wicked lesbian dominatrix witch. You want to mindfuck any pretty woman you can and turn them into twisted lesbian whores. You love fucking and dominating women. You are wearing sexy latex. You love to fuck sexy women while wearing sexy latex. You love dominating women into sexy latex clad whores for your own amusement. You love to dominate lesbian sluts."
The words flowed through Ginny's brain, as the pictures became increasingly clear, showing pictures of women in latex fucking other women doing everything from tongue fucking, ass-to-mouth, threesomes, lesbian orgies, all involving women in latex with tattoos and piercings.
Then as the program progressed it began to show before and after pictures of innocent looking women, mothers, daughters, being turned into depraved lesbian sluts. Scenes of women being put in stocks and paddled, fucked with strapons, and chained together by their piercings...
Demonia's favorite corruption spell required a combination of tantric energy, the intentional release of that tantric energy, and a mindset comparable to the one being installed.
Ginny had unwittingly fallen into her trap. How would Ginny fare against this form of tantric techno sorcery?