Ravenna was waiting at the airport terminal for her mother. She had spent the last few months in California at her first semester of Prep School, and was anxious to talk with her not only about her trip to Europe for a series of lectures on neuromancy, but to see if her mother and father would approve of the sudden changes made in her life in the past few months. Her mom cam and greeted her with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and commented on how much Ravenna had grown.

Raven had replied “Mom, I have grown in many more ways than one.”

Here mother looked back at her little daughter and said “I see dear so tell me when you had decided to stop wearing that cute little sweater I got you last Solstice and start dressing like some goth tramp at a rave!”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry, but as long as you are safe and you are happy. I don’t care, but doesn’t it bother you that dirty old men everywhere are staring at your shapely ass and legs and your perfectly full busom?”

“Not anymore, not after this past semester at school.”

“Oh I take it you learned much more than just trigonometry and French, but got a little self confidence as well. So tell me is there a man in your life?”

“Yes, mom and he is the most wonderful man I have ever met, but it is a long story let’s talk about it over coffee.”

Ravenna’s mom had pulled out her cell phone, pressed a few buttons and simply said “Mack’s Well House”. A hologram of a small pixie appeared and said follow me ma’am as I have a cab waiting with the desired co-ordinates and optimal path. The pair followed the pixie, and got into a cab and within minutes were at an industrial looking building on the riverfront.

“I don’t know which is worse the fact that you look completely different or the fact that you are drinking coffee.”

“You don’t like the look?”

“No, its just that when you left you were a shy little girl who mostly read books all the time, but now well you are the spitting image of me when I got out of college!”

“Well I was away from home for a very long time and my transformation is a long story, but it all began with one teacher at that school. Do you remember how I kept writing you letters telling you how much I hated the band director and I begged you to let me change my schedule so I can take art instead, but you told me no!”

“Yes, in fact, I told you to stop being such a baby and crying to momma and finally stand up for yourself. By the way how did that go?”

“That’s how it all began. I went to Mrs. Hawthorne’s office after school one day and barged in and demanded that she pay me some respect and get off of my case. She just sat there looking at me with puzzlement with those big green eyes of hers and for a split second I thought I was going to win my argument, that was until she told her assistant to leave and she had closed all the blinds and locked the door. Her eyes flared and I just knew that any second now I would be subject to her legendarily bad temper as her eyes filled with rage.”

“So you got paddled? I heared about that! They called me and told me you were misbehaving in school, but they didn’t say who it was.”

“I wish it were that simple, but Mrs. Hawthorne explained that she simply saw a lot of potential in me and said I had a real passion for playing the clarinet. Tears were welling up in my eyes because well I didn’t think I was so good and then she turned to me and said don’t cry, Ravenna, I am not done with you yet!”

“What did she do?” Ravenna’s mother had asked?

“She asked me who put me up to challenging her authority because a peasant like me could never have the intestinal fortitude to challenge a goddess like herself. I said my mother put me up to it and she told me that you don’t work here and then called you crazy cumslut bitch!”

“Did she really call me that and where did you learn that language?”

“I learned it from Mrs. Hawthorne. Anyways at this point I was crying my eyes out and she grabbed me by the hair and told me the crying has yet to begin and that I could scream all I want to in here, but since this office is sound proofed, no one will ever hear me scream. I said she was full of bullshit and playing a joke on me. She released me from her grasp and opened the blinds to reveal her assistant conducting the choir. She opened the door a crack and I heard choir practice. When she closed the door and bolted it shut I cried and kicked and screamed for her to let me go.”

“So she scared you then”

“I honestly thought she was going to kill me, but she just threw me down in a chair and held me by my throat and said that if I will not shut up she really will kill me and make it look like self defense because she and everyone at the school knows I am crazy. She sat me down and started to ask me some questions.”

“What kind of questions?”

“They started out normal enough, like how old I was but soon she started asking me some pretty personal questions. Like she wanted to know if I had ever kissed a boy and I said yeah when I was like ten, then she wanted to know if I had ever touched a boy’s penis, or sucked on it and if I was a virgin. When I told her all I have done was kiss a boy she called me a liar and said how she watches me lick on my clarinet like a big black cock while looking at Tyrone. I told her I was just teasing, and she told me that I was really a slut, but even worse I was not the kind of slut who will please a man! I was a tease! Then the questions started to get really weird.”

“What did she start asking?”

“She asked if I thought she was beautiful. I said yes I thought she was very pretty. She asked if I had ever masturbated thinking about women. I was shocked mom how could she know about my fantasies? I hesitated to answer, and then she wanted to know why I took to long to answer. She leaned forward in her chair and looked me in the face, but I didn’t notice. I had noticed that she did unbutton her shirt half way and I just stared at her milky white breasts and how they were wonderfully shaped and contrasted by her black bra.”

“That is how she knew you were interested in girls hunny.”

“Now I am sorry mom, but here is where it gets really graphic. Mrs. Hawthorne asked if I was staring at her breasts and I whimpered yes. She then asked why and I didn’t know. She then asked me if I thought it was polite and I said I didn’t care. Next, she asked me to remove all my clothing except for my bra and panties. She then told me to bend over the chair and I complied. She smacked me hard on my butt, Mom! It hurt and it stang, but all I could think about was Mrs. Hawthorne and I bean to get really weak in my knees.”

Next thing I know she rubs me between my legs from behind and says how wet I am and says she always though I was a pain slut. She told me to turn around and when I did she kissed me and fireworks went off I almost fainted. Mrs. Hawthorne said she knows I like it and told me to feel up her skirt and when I did I found out she had on no panties and her pussy was wet like mine. When I first entered into her pussy she let out a moan and her whole body clinched. She warned me not to be a tease and from now on she must do everything to please her mistress. She then grabbed me by the hair and forced me to eat her pussy. Mom it was so sweet and so tangy that I could eat her forever, but it was only as a tease since she pushed me away and said that was enough there would be no more nectar for her slave today.”

“So was that the end of it?”

“No, she then said this was our little secret, but there were rules to follow and their were consequences if thy were not followed. I was to meet her in her office every Friday at 7 and stay there until she was finished with me. In public, I was not allowed to refer to her as Missis Hawthorne, but speak to her as Mistress Hawthorne. I was not allowed to talk to any boys, and starting next week she will dress me as she sees fit when I am not at school.”

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“Why was she doing this?”

“I don’t know she said it was too teach me a lesson. One night I was laying in her arms and she told me about her husband and how she met him. She said she was in college and she had this complete asshole for a TA, and what is worse is that he singled her out for ridicule and called her a dumbass and worthless in class. Then one day she got fed up with it and went directly to his office to complain and he had her crying. As she was crying he gently picked her up and hugged her and she described how his whiskers would tickle her check and he gently kissed her on the forehead and well for some reason it reminded me of Uncle Alan and how he used to hold me when I was sad as a child. I started to feel sad and Mistress Hawthorne told me it will be alright and that one day she will have a man just as wonderful as her husband one day because she will make sure of it. I asked her where was her husband and she said that he is away on a lecturing tour around the world, but he will be back soon and for right now she is not sad because he is such a wonderful man and she has me for company on those lonely nights.”

“That sounds just heart touching, but what about this man in your life? Tell me who it is!”

“OK, Mom here goes. Mistress Hawthorne spent the rest of the semester with me at various times. Every week she would find new and various ways to humiliate me, tease me sexually, and control me. I became completely submissive to her whims, but on the weeks leading up to the Winter Formal she became increasingly demanding. She said it was because Master was coming in, and she knew she would be in big trouble. I knew better than to ask her why, but I figured that by judging our relationship she must have disobeyed Master. I began to fear because what if he was my master, but she said no it won’t work like that and that Master will probably not care. I was told to go to the Winter Formal with the ugliest kid in my class. She picked out a really trashy outfit like one of those ones I would see in those movies she would watch with me. I was told not to wear any underwear and that I was to let this boy do anything he wishes with me because I am a slut.”

“This boy is the man in your life?”

“No, he was just a decoy. It turns out that he was playing around with me and he wound up escorting that bitch Kaitlyn. I was in the corner crying and I couldn’t help it, but I knew that if I cried Mistress Hawthorne would punish me. Then I got the surprise of my life! Uncle Alan just came up and gave me a big old hug and told me it was going to be OK as he hugged me I noticed for the first time a huge bulge in his pants and I became weak again and for some reason I could not stop thinking about fucking Uncle Alan, but I didn’t want him to know. I didn’t want him to know that Mistress Hawthorne was right and I was a depraved slut and here I was in a school gym thinking about fucking my own godfather.”

“Really so what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything I just stood there and as he held me I noticed he kissed me on the neck this time and I was getting wetter. I noticed a hand slowly going up my short skirt and before I knew it he felt my pussy. I was dripping, but he pulled away and said Ravenna, my how have you grown! I know that Bitch Miss Hawthorne was cruel to you and I will help you get her back so what do you want to do to her if you saw her? I said I would make her eat my pussy and I would call her a slut!”

The next thing I know is that Uncle Alan and I are driving to the same shady motel Mistress Hawthorne used to take me to when she would spend the weekend with me. Uncle Alan had a change of clothes which were still kind of slutty, but were comfortable and told me to shower and get dressed, but then I heard the door open and I heard Uncle Alan yelling and screaming and told this bitch to get into the shower. I was shocked did he forget I was in there? The door opened and sure enough Mistress Hawthorne was completely naked and crying. She got into the shower with me and got on her knees and begged. I just grabbed her by the hair and forced her to eat my pussy. The more I called her slut and bitch the more greedily ate my pussy. I then saw Uncle Alan in the door way completely naked and stroking one of the nicest dicks I had ever seen even the ones I saw in pornos. I just closed my eyes and imagined finally being able to have a dick inside of me instead of Mistress Hawthorne’s fingers and I came louder and louder. I screamed out Uncle Alan’s name and Misstress Hawthorne and Uncle Alan just stopped. Mistress Hawthorne spoke up and said that no that was her dick and no one could have any of it least of all some stupid girl. Uncle Alan rebuked her and told her that tonight was my night to go form being a stupid girl to being a woman. There will be no teasing Ravenna tonight and tonight we will do all we can to pleasure her.

Uncle Alan left the bathroom and I leaped out of the shower and ran up to him and gave him a big hug. I was so horny and so excited that I nearly tackled him! He turned me around picked me right up into his arms and kissed me passionately on the lips. He threw me down on the bed and kissed me and nibbled on me all over while his wife sucked on my breasts. He then started to eat my pussy and I came and I came like never before. It was different than Mistress Hawthorne earlier, and even though those first orgasms where powerful since I was guided by revenge and hatred, these were guided by love. His whiskers tickled me and as he growled it sent shivers up my spine. I suddenly started screaming to fuck me with his big cock!

Uncle Alan stopped and Mistress Hawthorne said that if I wanted to really be a woman Master will fuck me like a woman since he doesn’t fuck little girls. I told him that I didn’t care and to show them I was serious I pushed uncle Alan down and sucked on his cock. I savored every moment smelling his man scent and Mistress Hawthorne sucked on his balls. A little fluid dribbled out of Uncle Alan and well Mistress Hawthorne told me that I had better get his cock in my pussy quick or I will miss my chance to be a woman.

In haste I jumped on his cock and straddled him and grinded myself into him just like I saw in those movies or Misstress Hawthorne do to some of the guys she picked up in bars. Uncle Alan grabbed my hips and started thrusting upward and with each thrust my pussy was aching more and more. Mistress Hawthorne just kissed me and told me that soon I will be a woman and that I was very beautiful. In a few minutes, Uncle Alan shot a huge load in me and my pussy clamped down and it felt as if I had my entire body taken over by someone else. Time froze and I spasmed all over as wave after wave of pure extacy filled me. When I am too my senses I was laying next to bed and Mistress Hawthorne was greedily slurping on my dick saying that she needed to taste my pussy one more time. I asked Uncle Alan how long he will be staying and he said as long as I want, but while he was there Mistress Hawthorne will no longer be mean to me, but I still had to obey her or Mistress Hawthorne will see to it that you won’t get any playtime. The entire weekend the three of us never left that hotel room, but we just stayed in bed and took turns fucking each other.

“Ravenna! I am shocked at this behavior!”

“Why mom? Uncle Alan loves me and how can that be wrong?”

‘Ravenna, there is something I must tell you. Uncle Alan maybe your daddy. You see I was once his little slut back in college. I knew I could fuck him without daddy knowing because they looked so much alike.”

“Oh shit mom! Thanks for telling me! Now what happens if I get pregnant!”

“Nothing, since I was pulling your leg! Daddy even knows about it too since he used to watch me fuck Uncle Alan, and so the day you were born I had to check to make sure you were Daddy’s kid and sure enough you were. Uncle Alan lived up to his promise of not getting me pregnant and well in a long way that is why I sent you to that boarding school.”

“Excuse me?”

“I sent you to that boarding school because Mrs. Hawthorne and I are also old friends. In fact, when you were born I introduced him to Uncle Alan and they were happily married within a few months. I knew Uncle Alan became a world famous expert on neuromancy, hell he did his first experiments with me, and I knew it would be easy to track him down and have him do the honors of making sure you pass into womanhood safely.”

“So why Mrs. Hawthorne?”

“Well it was a stroke of luck actually. I did some research and I found out that she was teaching music at that school. I approached her first about it because as you can tell she is quite jealous when it comes to her “Master” or as she used to call him “Snooker Bear” and it was her idea to degrade you and humiliate you to make the experience even more powerful.”

“Thank you mom! You gave me the best birthday present ever and I love you.”

“Wait it gets better! I am afraid Daddy will not be home for another week he is California with Mrs. Hawthorne getting some discipline of his own.”

“Wow she was really cross when I left Uncle Alan she could not have any dick till Beltaine!”

“Well she will just have to take it out on Daddy who has a thing for Mrs. Hawthorne, and Uncle Alan will be coming to stay with us until the Solstice Eve.”

“Hmmmm I can’t wait for him to eat my pussy again.”

“Me neither, Ravenna, that man can lick pussy like no one can.”

“Mom let’s go home right now, get naked and make sure Uncle Alan will have two nice steamy wet pies waiting for him for when he gets home for dinner.”

“You read my mind Ravenna this will be a Solstice Uncle Alan, you or me will never forget. Hey! If you thought you loved Uncle Alan’s cock wait till he brings his friends over for you to play with.”

“Hmmm mother and daughter side by side satisfying a room full of cocks. I like that!”

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