1 - My Step-Sister is a Satanist!

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The rain pours down the window in clear, slick sheets as Eliza types in her warm bedroom, sitting crosslegged on her bed with Asmodeum in her lap. Her laptop -- a model old enough to still have a headphone jack -- was possessed by the demonic Lord of the Darkened Mirror when she had been doing some "research" nearly a year ago. She's stopped trying to exorcise the device: none of her efforts worked. And besides, Asmodeum can actually be fairly helpful -- "//Eliza, are you almost done with this tripe? I want to play more of that game you showed me -- what was it again? Titries?//" -- When they want to be, that is. "//Tetris//. And not now," Eliza says, exasperated. "I still have a take-home test to do for English Lit." "//A 'take home test'?//" The text-to-speech function Asmodeum uses to communicate has no tone whatsoever, and yet somehow manages to sound skeptical. "//I thought exams were for the classroom, no?//" "Not this one," Eliza sighs, shifting on her stack of pillows. "And it's due tomorrow, so I need you to stop distracting me, please." She brushes her hair out of her face and fills the screen with a new tab. [[Continue|1a]]

"...Okay," Eliza finally says. "You should do it. F-For me." She sits back in her swivel chair and chews her nails. "But...you won't make it obvious, will you?" Asmodeum's toneless text-to-speech modulator is (somehow) cheerful: "Of course not -- what's obvious about an immortal demon doing your homework for you?" Eliza could swear the curser twinkles, giving her a mischevious look. "//No one// will be able to tell. I see enough of your writing that I know how to imitate it //perfectly//. This will only take a moment." The text-box of the first question begins to fill. //...'has to be seen in the broader context of the Industrial Age...'// //...'in response, the Gothic authors' fixation on death'...// //...'lived a life that was both boisterous and contemplative...'// The lines of type cascade down the screen until a scrollbar appears, then starts to shrink. Eliza tries to read it, but the text is simply moving too fast -- before she can catch up, Asmodeum is on Question 2. Eliza stands, a bundle of nervous energy. "I-I'm gonna get a soda and be right back." She leaves just as Asmodeum is writing a description of Lord Byron's work that sounds suspiciously chummy. //Did I make a mistake?// she wonders as she takes a diet cola from the fridge downstairs. The house always feels bigger when it's empty, which means she's starting to feel small. The knot in her stomach turns. //Maybe I ought to tell them to stop...// The only sound is the rain pattering on the roof. By the time Eliza gets back to the room, it's too late to change her mind: Asmodeum has already submitted the test. "//Too easy,//" Asmodeum says. "//Only 5 questions. Back in my day, they made us work for it.//" Eliza sighs as Asmodeum queues up a game of //Tetris//. She takes a sip of her soda and starts to feel better. It //is// nice to suddenly have all this free time. She could play //Tetris// all night if she wanted, and maybe even watch some TV. The version of Tetris Asmodeum has her play has a changing background of a blonde bombshell in a turtle-neck and jeans: as you remove the blocks, she removes articles of clothing. Asmodeum finds this greatly amusing, but Eliza just rolls her eyes. On the 10th level, Asmodeum changes the woman's face to Eliza's, and Eliza threatens to shut him off. Between bouts of toneless laughter, Asmodeum agrees. If Eliza is honest, though, the image of her face on the sexy woman's body. //Wish my boobs were that big...// Finally, the blocks start moving too fast, and Eliza misses an important piece because she was taking a sip of her soda. The naked woman looks disapprovingly out at her from the GAME OVER screen, holding her hands over her nipples. "//One more game?//" Asmodeum says. "//Let's see what happens when she runs out of clothes -- I'm very curious//." Eliza grins despite herself. "Alright," she says "One more..."(set:$test="cheat") [[Continue|2]]

"No way," Eliza says. "You'd probably mess around and put in a secret message that would get me in trouble or something. Uh-uh." "//Your lack of trust wounds me.//" Asmodeum quips. "//But I suppose you must suit yourself.//" Ignoring them, Eliza sets her mind to the test while Asmodeum plays soothing (if somewhat ominous) classical music to help her focus. Pretty soon she's fully absorbed in the task. ------------ (if:$test is 0)[On the third question, she stops. //Shoot,// she thinks. //What was the Peter Keat poem called, again?// [["A Rhapsody in Blue"]<b| ["The Tell-Tale Heart"]<c| ["Ode to a Grecian Urn"]<a| ["My Sharona"]<d|]<answer1|{ (click:?a)[(replace:?answer1)[//"Ode to a Grecian Urn"...yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it//...(set:$test=1)(show:?hidden)]] (click:?b)[(replace:?answer1)[//"A Rhapsody in Blue"...that sounds right.//(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]] (click:?c)[(replace:?answer1)[//"The Tell-Tale Heart"...it's gotta be that one.//(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]] (click:?d)[(replace:?answer1)[//"My Sharona"...that's it for sure.//(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]]} |hidden)[(if:$test is 1)[[[Continue|TEST]]](else:)[[[Continue|2]]]]]{ }(else-if:$test is 1)[About twenty minutes later, Eliza comes to another stop. //Frik,// she thinks. //Who was it who wrote The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, again?// [[Samuel Coleridge]<a| [Mary Shelley]<b| [Iron Maiden]<c| [William Wordsworth]<d|]<answer2|{ (click:?a)[(replace:?answer2)[//Oh, that's right: Samuel Coleridge//.(set:$test=2)(show:?hidden)]] (click:?b)[(replace:?answer2)[//Of course! It was Mary Shelley.//(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]] (click:?c)[(replace:?answer2)[//Pretty sure it was Iron Maiden.//(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]] (click:?d)[(replace:?answer2)[//Got it: William Wordsworth.//(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]]} |hidden)[(if:$test is 2)[[[Continue|TEST]]](else:)[[[Continue|2]]]]]{ }(else-if:$test is 2)[//Agh,// Eliza thinks, clutching at her hair. //What the heck was that next line: 'Tell me not, in mournful numbers...// [['That the soul of man but slumbers']<b| ['Life is but an empty dream!']<a| ['Just to see the shores afar!']<c| ['One fish, two fish, three and four!']<d|]<answer3|{ (click:?a)[(replace:?answer3)[//'Life is but an empty dream!'// "Yeah, she mutters to herself. "Yeah, that sounds right..."(set:$test="pass")(show:?hidden)]] (click:?b)[(replace:?answer3)[//'That the soul of man but slumbers'// "Yeah, she mutters to herself. "Yeah, that sounds right..."(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]] (click:?c)[(replace:?answer3)[//'Just to see the shores afar!'// "Yeah, she mutters to herself. "Yeah, that sounds right..."(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]] (click:?d)[(replace:?answer3)[//'One fish, two fish, three and four!'// "Yeah, she mutters to herself. "Yeah, that sounds right..."(set:$test="fail")(show:?hidden)]]} |hidden)[[[Continue|2]]]]

(if:$test is "pass" or "fail")[At long last, the last essay question is finished. Eliza heaves a sigh and rubs her eyes. "Finally done," she says to herself. Then she glances at her phone. "And look -- it's only 7 o'clock." "//Could have been done much faster,//" Asmodeum says. "//But nooooooo.//" The repeated letter makes a sound like a record-skip in the text-to-speech program, but the petulance still comes across loud and clear. ]Just then, there's the sound of the front door opening and then slamming shut. Heavy footsteps stomp in, and the visiter hurriedly removes a soaking wet rain slicker. Eliza looks up in confusion. "It's way too early for mom to be back...isn't it?" Alec is out of town for one of his nerdy science-fiction conventions, and Beatrice said she'd be "working late," which in the demon hunting world could mean not getting home until the wee hours of the morning. Eliza had expected to have the house to herself all evening. "//Drat! And you were just about to masturbate, too! Don't worry,//" Asmodeum rejoins, "//you can still rub one out, just have the door closed.//" Eliza slams the laptop closed and, ignoring the //bleeps// of protest, tosses it into the top drawer of the desk. "Um, hello?" Eliza calls down. Instead of a response, she hears a shriek of frustration followed by a string of curses that Eliza knows could only come from one person: her step-sister, Morgan. [[More about Morgan|2a]] [[Continue|2b]]

(if:$familiars contains "secret room")[Morgan is in the secret room reading spellbooks. When Eliza comes back in, she asks, "Well? Do you have it all?" [[Yes]<yes| [No]<no|]<response1|{ }(click:?no)[(replace:?response1)["No..." Eliza says. "Then why the fuck are you here?!" Morgan replies. "Go get the stuff!" [[Go back to searching|CORRIDOR 1]]]]{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?response1)["Yes," Eliza says. (if:length of $inventory < 5)[Morgan peers closely at the items her step-sister is carrying. "That's only (print:length of $inventory), moron -- it says each point of the pentagram needs an item!" She waves the book in Eliza's face. "//Penta//gram! //Five//! Do you seriously not know how to count to five?!" "I-I --" "Omigod you are so //useless//," Morgan exclaims. "You know, I'm starting to understand why your mom spanks you so much..." Her voice trails off...then her eye starts to gleam in exactly the way Eliza doesn't like. //Uh-oh.// "In fact," Morgan says, "Just for wasting my time.." She snatches Eliza by her ear, moving too quickly for her to get away! "//I'm// gonna give you a spanking now!" [[Continue|SPANKING 1]]](else:)[Eliza produces the items: (print:$inventory.join(", ")) -- (if:$inventory contains "diaper")[(display:"NOTICING DIAPER") ]"Is this everything?" Morgan says abruptly. The collection on the table looks mismatched and odd. //What do (print:1st of $inventory)s have to do with demons?...// But Eliza looks up at her step-sister with all the self-assurance she can muster and nods. Morgan sighs. "This had better work," she growls. And so, Morgan draws a pentagram on the card table with a hunk of chalk from her back pocket and places each of the items on the points of the star. When the items are placed, she takes up the book again and flips to the correct page. At one point in her haste she knocks the bare hanging lightbulb and it begins to swing gently, casting long shadows of them like spillage up either side of the room. "Here's the bitchy part: the invocation is in sanskrit. Luckily, there's a phonetic key -- good ol' Ilsom thought of everything. This says it works better as a chant," Morgan says, cutting her eyes at Eliza. "So say this with me: //Maldova, aham bhavatah purnanudhnyam dadami -- yatha ichati tatha maam upyujyatam!//" Eliza tries to mouth the strange syllables as Morgan repeats them impatiently, but they clatter around her mouth uselessly. "Not //yachta//, //yatha//," Morgan snaps. "Again!" "Are we //sure// this is a good idea?" "If you don't shut up I'm going to lock you in this creepy room and tell Beatrice you were snooping. At this point I //want// to see her wear out that hairbrush on you. //Again!//" (if:$inventory contains "soap" and "ginger" and "orange" and "slipper" and "matches")[[[Continue|SUCCESS]]](else:)[[[Continue|FAILURE]]]]]]](else:)[The entrance hall of the house is a broad space with a red rug and a modern-style chandelier. The stairs creak as step-sisters bound down them. To the right, there's the open-floorplanned kitchen. To the left, there's a cozy living room. (set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"corridor 1")) But Eliza doesn't turn in either direction. Instead, she goes to the bookshelf against the wall in the entrance hall, which is right beside a nightstand-type table with a vase full of forget-me-nots. Eliza goes to the book shelf and starts feeling around on the shelf that's just above her head. "I already checked this," Morgan says. "There's nothing on here except some cooking books and your mom's dumb romances." Eliza doesn't reply. She takes something off the top shelf and goes to the side of the shelf where, if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice a small gold clasp. Eliza fits the tiny key into the clasp and it opens into a hook; she pulls the hook off of the peg it was hooked on, and the entire bookshelf starts to swing forward on hinges, revealing -- "Fuck," Morgan says beneath her breath. "Holy //fuck//." //More like **unholy** fuck,// Eliza quips in her mind. They are now looking at an unpainted door with no knob. Using the tiny key, Eliza pries at the edges of the door untill it swings open upon a tiny room. "This room used to be a pantry accessible from the kitchen, but after they remodelled and installed a whole new set of cabinets, it wasn't needed anymore," Eliza explains. "Beatrice and Alec sealed off the door from the kitchen side a while ago, and Alec put this door //here//. The room already had shelves for, like, cans and stuff, so they made it this secret little library. And here we are." "Here we are," Morgan repeats, looking around in stunned admiration. Every wall of the small room has a set of four shelves, and every shelf is packed with odious-looking tomes. Morgan runs her fingers across the spins and comes away with a light layer of dust. "A fucking secret bookshelf -- I didn't know Alec had it in him." "Honestly, I still can't believe he was ever a warlock," Eliza remarks honestly. "I know," Morgan says with a scowl, pulling a book off the shelf. "He's so //nice// now." She says the word like it tastes bad. At the back wall of the room is a folding card table, and the step-sisters set it up. Morgan starts pulling various texts from the shelves and stacking them up. Each time she takes down a book, Eliza feels a surge of panic. //We should **not** be doing this,// she thinks miserably as she examines the cover illustration of a particularly old looking volume, which seems to depict a woman copulating with a swan. //This was a **bad** idea...// But it's too late now. "A-ha!" Morgan exclaims. She pulls a previously unnoticed cord from the ceiling and the raw light of an exposed bulb fills the room. "Now I can fucking read." She sets down a black book with an unsettling geometric pattern on the front and no title. She opens to a random page. Eliza looks on in mounting discomfort. "Oh, yeah," Morgan says. "This is //it.//" She starts to flip quickly through the pages. "...What's it?" Eliza asks in a small voice. "//Ilsom the Wise's Book of Ulcerous Curses,//" Morgan replies. "Exactly what I was hoping to find. I //knew// Alec would have it!" "Wh-Why were you looking for it?" "It's one of the few spellbooks ever written in modern English. See, most spellbooks are made in Ancient languages, and they can't be translated without unleashing their power on the translator. So you have to know, like, Sanskrit to read them or some shit. And my Sanskrit //sucks//." Morgan turns another page, her eyes bright and excited. "This is //perfect//." "No, I mean -- why do you need a book of curses at all?" Eliza asks. Morgan looks at her as though she were an idiot. "Because I'm gonna //curse// someone -- the whore who took my boyfriend. Fucking //duh.//" She looks back at the book. "Oh, this one looks good -- check //that// shit out!" She holds up the page so Eliza can see. On the left side of the fold, a page with the heading //ADULTRESS'S WOE// is written out in what seems to be a poem. On the right side is an illustration of a young woman clutching her head as a demonic, ghostly figure hovers above her with a vicious grin. "What does it do?" "Dunno," Morgan says simply as she reads. "But it says this spell is especially effective against //loose-moralled women// and that's this bitch for //sure//." She slams down the book. "Here it is," she says, pointing to the left page. "These are the instructions for the ritual. All we have to do is make a pentagram and put five objects on it." "I-Isn't that usually for a summoning?" Eliza says. Morgan gives her a sharp look. "What do //you// know about summonings?" she says suspiciously. "I...I saw it in a movie," Eliza says weakly. "Mm. Well, yes, pentagrams are usually for summoning, but sometimes summoning is //part// of a curse. See this picture? I bet this demon freak is the one we'll be summoning to haunt her ass. Now, let's see. It says...: ==><== **//PLACE UPON THE STAR'S POINTS FIVE THESE TRINKETS THAT YOUR CURSE MAY THRIVE One of them burns, Another to peel, This one to clean, And this one to heel, LAST TO MAKE A LIGHT THAT STRIVES  ON WICK-ED THOUGHTS -- AND I ARRIVE//** <== ....and..." Morgan checks the back of the page, frowns, and sets the book down. "That's it." She scratches her head. "It's not very...specific. I kinda expected, like, an //ingredients// list." "Maybe multiple things would work," Eliza suggest. "Like, each line sounds a bit like a riddle, but maybe they have multiple solutions." "Maybe," Morgan says dubiously. "I'm gonna keep reading, and I'll make the pentagram" She looks up. "And //you// can start finding the stuff." "//Me?//" "You've already come this far," Morgan says with a grin. "You're like my witch's assisant! //What// would Beatrice say? Her good girl breaking //all// the rules?!" "But --" "Go," Morgan says, standing and pushing her out of the secret room. "Collect the stuff and come back. //One that burns, one that peels, one to clean, and one to heel --// you said it yourself, it's a riddle! Better hop to it!" Morgan glances down at her watch. "Beatrice is gonna be home soon -- you don't want her to find out you let me in the secret room, do you?" Eliza's mouth drops open, but before she can respond, the door is slammed in her face. She's alone in the hall with the words of the curse swirling around her mind. "B-But Morgan --" "Go!" Morgan says from behind the door. "I'm reading!" Eliza's shoulders drop. She bites her lip again, this time in frustration. //Guess I don't have a choice...// she thinks. //How did it go again? One of them burns...another one peels...//(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"secret room")) [[Continue|CORRIDOR 1]]]

**LIVING ROOM** Eliza goes into the living room. (unless:$familiars contains "living room")[Beatrice has never been one for TV, so their house never had one before Eliza's step-dad moved in...but Alec is a cinephile, so now they have a nice flat-screen on the near side of the room. On the other wall, tall windows overlook the front yard -- the raindrops splatter hard on the soaked walkway. Most of their furniture is old, but cozy: facing the TV is a well-loved sofa broken in by years of use. If one looks closely at the armrests, they might notice the nail marks where Eliza was gripping tightly during a particularly long visit from Auntie Hairbrush...whenever they have company, Eliza is sure to put out the nice doilies to cover them up. In front of the sofa, there's a wooden coffee table with some books piled on it -- mostly the romance novels Beatrice likes to read. There's a scented candle on the table with a book of [matches]<matches| beside it. The TV remote -- like most TV remotes -- is perpetually missing.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"living room"))](else:)[There's a sofa facing a coffee table with (unless:$inventory contains "matches")[a book of matches and ]an unlit scented candle. It claims to be the "SMELL OF THE EVERGLADES" but basically just smells like sap.] -------------- [(color:green)[Should Eliza take anything?]]<take|{ }(click:?matches)[(replace:?take)[Eliza picks up the book of matches. //'One of them burns...' Maybe this will work?// She sticks the matches into her back pocket.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"matches"))]] [[Leave|CORRIDOR 1]]

**KITCHEN** Eliza goes into the kitchen. (unless:$familiars contains "kitchen")[At the center of the room, there's a white-marble island. At the middle, a modest centerpiece is decorated with two cream-colored orchids and a bowl of [oranges]<orange|. The dark wooden cabinet doors all match, and the stove, refrigerator, and dishwasher are all chrome. Above the island, a hanging rack holds pots and pans and the larger kitchen implements, most of which haven't been used more than once -- evidence that her step-father, Alec, has a cooking hobby (//and possibly ADHD//). (unless:$inventory contains "implement")[The other implements are in a cannister on the counter beside the stove, among them the lemon zester, icing spatulas, and a [wooden spoon]<spoon|.] On the other size of the stove is a basket containing a couple of bulbs of garlic, a red onion, and a [ginger root]<ginger|. Beside the basket is the electric hot water heater Beatrice uses for her tea.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"kitchen"))](else:)[There's a bowl of (unless:$inventory contains "orange")[[oranges]<orange|](else:)[oranges] on the kitchen island, and (if:$implement is 0)[a [wooden spoon]<spoon| in a metal cannister on the counter beside the stove, and ](unless:$inventory contains "ginger")[a [ginger root]<ginger| in the basket.](else:)[{}a ginger root in the basket on the counter.]{}] -------------- [(color:green)[Should Eliza take anything?]]<take|{ }(click:?ginger)[(replace:?take)[She picks up the ginger root from the basket by the stove and considers it: it looks more like a weird rock than a spice. //'Another to peel'//, she remembers. //Ginger root is something you peel. // Then she bites her lip. She knows from personal experience that ginger also //burns// -- especially the way her mother uses it. When Eliza has been //especially// bad, Beatrice has been known to peel a ginger root for her corner time. Having the root wedged in...erm...//place//, it adds whole knew level of //kick// to a spanking. Beatrice says it's an old disciplinarian's trick called "figging". She shakes her head. "I-I'm sure that's not what it meant..." she says aloud, mostly to reassure herself. Then she pockets the ginger and tries to think of something else.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"ginger"))]]{ }(click:?orange)[(replace:?take)[She glances at the bowl on the kitchen island, struck by a sudden thought. //'Another to peel,'// the book had said. //Oranges are something you peel.// Nodding her satisfaction, she plucks an orange out of the bowl.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"orange"))]]{ }(click:?spoon)[(replace:?take)[Eliza eyes the wooden spoon warily. More than once, Beatrice has enlisted the aid of that implement to spank Eliza when Auntie Hairbrush was out of immediate reach. It's not her first choice...but it certainly gets the job done. Eliza has had one or two awkwardly-placed bruises that can attest to //that//. //Maybe I ought to take this with me,// she thinks. //You never know what may come in handy when it comes to demon stuff//...(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"wooden spoon"))(set:$implement="wooden spoon")(set:$dom=$dom+1)]] [[Leave|CORRIDOR 1]]

**BATHROOM** Eliza is standing in the bathroom.(if:$familiars contains "bathroom")[..the guest bathroom, actually. The guest bathroom always looks nice -- the decorative towels stay out all the time, and the coral-colored bathmat is always clean. Alec and Beatrice let Eliza use the master bathroom connected to their room to shower and everything, so there aren't any shampoo bottles or make-up containers on the counter here. There is, however, //one personal item// Eliza keeps down here: a bottle of [soothing lotion]<lotion| for...//post-punishment care.// It's a non-descript white bottle with a raspberry scent -- the label just says SOOTHING LOTION, no reference to what that might mean. But Beatrice would know //right away// if she found it, and it would //immediately// get taken away. After all, Beatrice is always telling her that a spanking is //supposed// to hurt...anything meant to reduce that pain would be a no-go in her book. //Truth be told, it mostly just fades the redness...// She keeps that lotion below the sink counter next to the extra toilet paper and [bar soap]<soap|. On the frequent occasion that she's nursing a sore bottom, Eliza likes to come here to check the aftermath in the mirror, smear on some soothing cream, and pity herself. ](else:)[There's a toilet and a small shower no one ever uses, as well as a spotlessly clean [sink]<sink|.(click:?sink)[ Eliza opens the cabinet beneath the sink. She sees (unless:$inventory contains "lotion")[her [soothing lotion]<lotion|, ](unless:$inventory contains "soap")[the extra [soap]<soap|,](else:)[the extra soap] and some spare rolls of toilet paper.]] -------------- [(color:green)[Should Eliza take anything?]]<take|{ }(click:?soap)[(replace:?take)[//'This one to clean,'// Eliza recalls as she takes a box of bar soap from beneath the sink. //Seems pretty straightforward to me...//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"soap"))]]{ }(click:?lotion)[(replace:?take)[//And this one to heal...// Wait a minute -- was it 'heal' or 'heel'? Eliza chews her thumbnail, trying to recollect...but she isn't sure. //Well...whatever. It couldn't hurt to have it anyway...who **knows** what Morgan will do if this doesn't work...// So she shudders, then takes the lotion bottle from below the sink.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"lotion"))]] [[Leave|CORRIDOR 1]]

**FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY** Eliza is standing in the main entrance hall. There's an open doorway leading to kitchen on the right and another one leading to the living room on the left. Behind her there's a door to the guest bathroom. The stairs leading to the second floor are behind her and, of course, the secret library door is in front of her. ------- [(color:green)[Where should Eliza go?] [[Go upstairs|CORRIDOR 2]] [[Enter the living room|LIVING ROOM]] [[Enter the kitchen|KITCHEN]] [[Enter the bathroom|BATHROOM]] [[Go back to the library|SECRET ROOM]]]<exit|

**SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY** Eliza is standing at the top of the stairs in a narrow hallway on the second floor. (unless:$familiars contains "corridor 2")[There are framed photos on the wall here. One of them is of Alec and Beatrice's wedding -- Eliza and Morgan were both 18-year-old at the ceremony, and neither of them managed to look very convincingly happy. But Beatrice is smiling beautifully, and Alec has his goofy, red-faced grin...so it's a pretty nice picture all around. There's a hall closet just to the left of the photo. When Eliza looks at it, her tummy does a double back-flip. //God, I hope this curse thing doesn't need anything front **there**...//](else:)[The door to the hall closet is to the left.] Beatrice and Alec's bedroom is straight ahead, and Eliza's room is on the right. (unless:$familiars contains "corridor 2")[The hardwood is covered by a green carpet, which feels nice beneath Eliza's socked feet.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"corridor 2"))] ------- [(color:green)[Where should Eliza go?] [[Go downstairs|CORRIDOR 1]] [[Enter Beatrice's room|MOM'S ROOM]] [[Enter Eliza's room|ELIZA'S ROOM]] [[Open the hall closet|HALL CLOSET]]]<exit|

**BEATRICE & ALEC'S ROOM** Eliza goes into her mother and step-father's bedroom. (unless:$familiars contains "master bedroom")[It's a fairly large room with hairwood floors, antique-y furniture, and colorful drapes over the windows. //I doubt I'd find anything very useful here,// she thinks. //Unless...// Reluctantly, her eyes scan the room before finally coming to rest on Beatrice's bedside nightstand. There's a pink and white lamp with a pretty flower pattern, a pair of reading glasses, and... //Auntie Hairbrush.// The sight of the cherry-wood handled hairbrush is enough alone to make Eliza's stomach tighten. It's a long brush, almost as long as her forearm, and well-crafted: the handle feels as though it were perfectly fitted to one's hand. Eliza can practically //hear// that awful //CRACK// on her exposed backside, the //fwoosh// it makes through the air, the way it leaves a fiery mark she can feel for days afterwards...(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"master bedroom")) She shivers. //I definitely don't need **that**...//(if:$implement is 0)[ //Unless...// Maybe it would be better to take the [hairbrush]<hairbrush| herself...that way //Morgan// doesn't get hold of it... //Would Morgan **really** try to spank me with Auntie Brush?// Eliza bites her lip, realizing she doesn't know. //...well, I **don't** want to find out.//]](else:)[(unless:$inventory contains "implement")[There's an all-too-familiar [hairbrush]<hairbrush| on her mother's nightstand.]] -------------- [(color:green)[Should Eliza take anything?]]<take|{ }(click:?hairbrush)[(replace:?take)[//I really hope this **doesn't** come in handy tonight,// she thinks as she takes the brush from the bedside. (set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"hairbrush"))(set:$implement="hairbrush")]] [[Leave|CORRIDOR 2]]

**ELIZA'S BEDROOM** Eliza goes back into her room. (unless:$familiars contains "bedroom")[She looks around. She tends to keep her room pretty tidy. There's a desk on the far wall with a built-in bookshelf above it -- the surface is clear except for the empty soda can, which she now drops into the garbage. Her rug is vacuumed and the laundry hamper is empty. Even her bed is made. Asmodeum calls her a 'neat-freak', but of course they know the truth: the moment Eliza stops keeping her room clean is the moment her panties come down for a spanking... Just the thought of going over Beatrice's knee for the second time today makes Eliza wince and rub her bottom absent-mindedly. Her closet door is [closed]<closet|.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"bedroom"))](else:)[Asmodeum is in her desk drawer, and her room is tidy. Her closet door is (unless:$closet is "open")[{}[closed]<closet|](else:)[open, and she can see her pair of [bunny slippers]<slipper| on the floor.]]{ }(click:?closet)[She opens her closet door. Inside, her "dress" clothes -- mostly long skirts and blouses she wears when her mom makes her do missionary runs -- are hung carefully. Her shoes are on the rack, except for her fuzzy blue bunny [slippers]<slipper|.(set:$closet="open")] -------------- [(color:green)[Should Eliza take anything?]]<take|{ }(click:?slipper)[(replace:?take)[//And this one to...heel?// Eliza takes the slipper. She examines it closely, half expecting there to be some type of sign -- //a pentagram, maybe?// -- but of course it's just a regular bunny slipper with fluffy blue fur on the toes and a pliant, white heel. "Can't imagine what a demon would want with this..." Eliza mutters to herself. Then again, she can't really imagine what a demon would want with //anything//. //And it definitely said **heel**...// She takes the slipper and closes the closet door.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"slipper"))]] [[Leave|CORRIDOR 2]]

**HALL CLOSET** Eliza opens the hall closet(unless:$familiars contains "closet")[, knowing exactly what she'll find inside and dreading it anway. She shuts her eyes as the hinges squeak, then reluctantly opens them. She's looking directly at an unopened bag of diapers. A couple of weeks ago, Eliza started doing some "research". It was actually something that happened in town that did it: the owners of a psychic shop uptown basically had a meltdown on local news before packing up her business and leaving Livingston for good. Most people took if for what it seemed to be -- a crazy lady trying to sell fake palm readings -- but for some reason, Eliza couldn't get it out of her head. She started researching some of the things the psychic said (with Asmodeum's help, of course), and everything was normal for a while...until she started having weird dreams. The dreams were dark and confusing and sometimes sexy -- they weren't //nightmares//, exactly, but they were way too vivid to be normal. And every time she had one, she'd wake up to discover that she'd wet the bed. The first time, she managed to get all of the sheets into the wash before Beatrice found them...but she got a spanking anyway when, in her rush, she put in way too much detergent and caused a soapy mess. The second time was on a weekend: Beatrice came in, saw her bed-sheets, and put two-and-two together. It was the most humiliating moment of her life -- and it's got a //lot// of competition. Her mother stripped off her pajamas and bundled everything up in the laundry, then returned to give her daughter a stern talking to. At the time, Beatrice blamed it on too much soda before bed. Since it was an accident, Beatrice didn't spank her... ...that is, until the next time it happened just a couple of days later. Getting a barebottom spanking over your mother's knee while your pee-stained pajamas and sheets tumble in the sheets is //not// the sort of thing most 18-year-olds deal with. By the time her spanking was done, her butt cheeks were //almost// as bright red as her tear-streaked face. Later that day, Beatrice realized what was causing the accidents. "It might not seem scary while you're reading it," Beatrice says, "but anything related to demons is going to affect your sleep. That's how they get you -- they mess with your //mind//." Beatrice made it clear that Eliza was //not// to research any more demonic lore on her own (she doesn't know about Asmodeum, of course). If she disobeyed, she would get a dose of Auntie Hairbrush...//and// she would have to wear a diaper. "//What?!//" Eliza had yelled at a pitch not even dogs could hear. "Y-You can't mean that --" "I //do,//" Beatrice said. "And if that's embarrassing for you, //good//." "//Embarrassing?!// It's **humiliating**!" "Like I said, //good//," Beatrice replied sternly. "Maybe that will remind you of what happens when we don't listen to mommy." Then she had left Eliza there, pouting and miserable, andput the diapers into the hall closet. That's where they've been for just over a week, now. There haven't been any more accidents, thank god...but if there are, Eliza knows //just// what will happen. The [diapers]<diaper| will sit there in the hall closet, mocking her... ...until it happens again!(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"closet"))](else:)[. She sees clean linens, folded towels, and an (if:$inventory contains "diaper")[unopened bag of [diapers]<diaper|.](else:)[open diaper bag.]] -------------- [(color:green)[Should Eliza take anything?]]<take|{ }(click:?diaper)[(replace:?take)[Eliza inspects the diaper bag. The plastic packaging reads in huge yellow letters: //NO MESS//! She chews on her nails. //No mess...// she thinks. //Could that possibly be related to the 'one that cleans'?// She steps back, looking hard at the diapers. It seems to look back at her, defiant in its packaging. //If Morgan found out about these, I'd never live it down,// she thinks. //But...if the summoning doesn't work, she'll start looking around and find them herself -- she already almost did.// She ponders her tongue in her cheek. Finally, she sighs, opens the package, and takes out one crinkly diaper. "I'll just have to hope Morgan doesn't ask any questions," she mutters to herself. //Maybe she'll be too distracted with the cursing to realize there aren't any babies in this house...// //Besides me, I guess...//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"diaper"))]] [[Leave|CORRIDOR 2]]

"//Nooooo!//" //WHAP!// The first //smack// rings out through the tiny room as Morgan brings down her hand //hard//, connecting perfectly with Eliza's (if:$wedgie is "on")[bare] butt cheek. Eliza's head jerks up(if:$wedgie is "on")[causing the wedgie to dig even //deeper// into her ass, and she makes a sound that's somewhere between a grunt and a squeal.](else:)[ and her mouth drops open.] The second //slap// to Eliza's butt lands milliseconds later on the other cheek. //FWAP!// "//Gnnnnggghh!//" (if:$wedgie is "on")[Eliza hisses and her vision blurs with tears. Every slightest move pulls her panties even //further// between her round butt cheeks, ](else:)[Eliza pushes the table forward more, and as the spellbook slides off and hits the floor with a //thump// ] she can't help kicking up her foot. "M-Morgan! //Stop!// This isn't //fair!//" "Life's not fair, step-sis," Morgan declares. (if:$wedgie is "on")[She inspects her work with obvious satisfaction, noting the bright pink handprints now blooming on each cheek.]"But this is what naughty and useless witch's assistant's //get//." She's grinning from ear to ear, enjoying herself immensely as Eliza twitches her butt cheeks together in a helpless brace. "Now -- let's pick up the pace!" She raises her arm and brings it down //hard//! //WHAP! WHOP! WHAP! WHOP!// (if:$wedgie is 1)[Sparks explode behind Eliza's eyes as a rain of smacks comes down on her heinie, and as her wedgie flosses //angrily// twixt her thighs her cries becomes a howling shriek! ]"Ow! //OW!// Morgan -- gnah! OW! //WWAAHA! OWWWWWWIEEEEHEEEEEAAAH!//" "Look at your tushy //bounce,//" Morgan says, never once pausing or slowing. //WHAP! WHOP! WHAP! WHAP! WHOP!// "Seriously, I think I know why Beatrice spanks you so much -- it's //fun!//" Eliza could not disagree more. She falls helplessly over the table and starts kicking up both feet(if:$wedgie is "on")[, the wedgie feeling as though it were going to split her in half]! Her bottom is starting to glow rosily now, and the pain is building into a fiery heat. "//Oooooh!//" Eliza wails. Her (if:$wedgie is "on")[bare ]bottom dances and reddens beneath Morgan's palm. She grips the end of the table hard with both hands as though afraid she were about to fly off from the face of the earth. "//G-GnaahaaaaaOWWWWW!!!// //THWAP! WHOP! WHAP! WHAP! WHOP!// Something strange is starting to happen, and Eliza can hardly think straight enough to notice it. The hard //smacks// of the spanking still hurt like //heckfire//(if:$wedgie is "on")[, and the wedgie exposing her round butt cheeks twings with a newly explosive pain in her rear every time she moves]...but some deeply buried part of Eliza is starting to feel...//warm//... //THWOP! WHAP! WHAP!// And not just the warm glow of her now red tushy, still jiggling with every //smack//. A different, tingly kind of warmth that makes Eliza's face redden with shame as her eyes begin to cross and her toes curl. Her cries get caught in her throat, and for a split-second the only sound in the room is the //WHAP! WHOP! WHOP! WHAP!// of her step-sister spanking her hard with her hand. And the only thing in Eliza's mind is a flash of a beautiful new color, like a shade pink she's never seen before, a shade she can //feel// with a marvelous frisson. (if:$wedgie is "on")[Her panties pull across that sensive mound between her thighs, and her heart hiccups. ]Her hair starts to stand on end as the feeling crests, rising higher and higher like a trilling note -- //THWAP! THWAP! WHOP! **SMACK**// -- and finally it breaks. Eliza screams, but it's with a different tone now, a higher pitch and a new timbre. Her bright red bottom clenches once, then twice, and her toes curl. She gasps as the spanks //continue// to fall even as the feeling is washing over her... //WHACK! WHOCK! WHACK! WHAP! WHOP!// ...and just as she stops wriggling, the spanks stop as well. Morgan steps back to admire Eliza's brazen-red backside. "//Well//," she says, slightly out of breath and still grinning. "//I// feel better, don't you?" But before Eliza can even open her mouth to answer, they both hear a sound from the driveway out front. It's quiet enough that she both might have missed it, but Eliza's every sense feels heightened now: it's the sound of wheels coming to a stop. //And then they both hear the slam of a car door.// [[Continue|3]](set:$soreness=$soreness+1)

Morgan and Eliza meet eyes and have the same realization at once. Morgan says "Beatrice!" and Eliza says "Mom!" "//She's home!//" "Quick! Go to the kitchen! //Go go go!//(if:$wedgie is "on")[ "I-I can't!" Eliza exclaims, grabbing uselessly at the waistband pulled over her head. Morgan gives an irritated grunt, then grabs the panties and pulls so hard Eliza sees //stars// and tastes cotton at the back of her throat. She lifts the waistband and lets it //snap// back -- still elastic, but unmistakably looser than before. The seat remains betwixt her butt cheeks until Eliza, her face scarlet, flicks it out. ] The step-sisters rush out of the room. Morgan slams the book back into the shelf and Eliza tries to close the card table, but Morgan pushes her from behind. (if:$soreness >0)[Eliza squeals at the contact with her sore rear end, freshly spanked and still bright.](if:$morgan_soreness>0)["By the way," she growls, "I have //not// forgiven you. My ass hurts like //hell// -- and you can expect //payback//, bitch!" Eliza bites back a smirk. ]"No time for that, //go//!" [[Continue|3a]]

"What are you -- //bwwaaaah!//" Eliza blurts out a wail as her panties are tugged down to her knees, baring her round bottom to the room. Each cheek is still slightly pink from her hand-spanking this morning over Beatrice's knee -- but as the demon in Morgan's body picks up the slipper that's on the table, Eliza realizes that spanking wasn't even a //warm-up// for what's about to come next. "Please!" Eliza wriggles, but she only succeeds in wiggling her bared bottom -- Morgan's arm is pinning her down to the card table with diabolic strength. Her step-sister's arm reaches over her again, grabbing the soap from the far side of the pentagram. "S-Stop! I didn't -- //gnngh!//" "//That's better,//" the demon says, having jammed the bar of soap into Eliza's mouth. "//Need some quiet so I can work -- witches can be so **noisey**!//" Eliza's eyes widen and sting as the bitter taste starts to spread through her mouth. She tries to keep her tongue off it, but it's no use: the bar is already wet with her saliva, and the soapy froth is working itself through her mouth. She gags once and tries to spit, but the demon has wedged it too far in -- she only manages to swallow some more soapy spit and press her teeth deeper into the bar. "//Naughty witches need a lesson from mommy Maldova,//" the demon says gleefully in mommy's voice. She taps the slipper against Eliza's backside, lining up her swing. "//Such a nice round bottom,//" Maldova muses. "//I haven't slippered one this nice in centuries!//" //Slippered?// **//THWOCK!//** The sole of the slipper lands //hard// across Eliza's right buttock, //flattening// it like a pancake. Eliza emits a muffled, sudsy cry just in time for the demon to haul back again and -- **//THWOCK!//** "Gnnngggghggggrrhh!" White drool starts to leak from the edges of Eliza's mouth as a second footprint-sized red mark blooms on her behind. "//Messing with the black magicks, always,//" Maldova says gleefully as she continues to spank Eliza's bottom raw. //**THWOCK! WHACK! WHACK! WHOCK!**// "//The naughty witches can't resist, can you? What you need is a good long **spanking** from mommy Maldova!//" //**WHOCK! WHACK! WHOCK! THWOCK!**// Eliza moans pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears. Bubbles are spilling out of the corner of her mouth and her face is red hot from crying out uselessly -- but not //nearly// as red hot as her tushy, which is already starting to feel like it's aflame, and every fresh //**SMACK**// of the slipper brings new, searing, //scarlet// pain. "//You witches **always** think you're so good -- like Maldova would do the bidding of a **whelps** like yourself!//" As she scolds, the demon in Morgan's body continues to pepper Eliza's bottom with hard swats -- the slipper folds back with each backswing, coming forward to meet its target with an outstanding //PHAP!// "//I've known mistresses whose dark powers could stop the sun in the sky -- and you think **you** can tame me? With some **trinkets**?//" **//WHAP! WHOCK! WHACK! WHACK!//** Eliza is now blubbering incoherently, her bottom a dark cherry-red. She's stopped writhing entirely -- the demon has her arm pinned behind her back and her full weight bearing down against her hip -- and now she submits to her punishment completely. For //**THWACK**// after sonorous //**CRACK**//, Eliza takes her spanking, gasping and frothing a soapy lather. At long last, the spanks stop -- Eliza continues to bawl, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her poor heinie throbbing mercilessly, almost as though the spanking hadn't stopped at all. When, at last, the demoness takes the soap from her mouth, she gasps, panting hard, her breath coming back to her in hiccuping sobs. "//Feeling sorry yet, witch?//" Morgan says in that familiar-yet-unfamiliar voice, wearing a familiar-yet-unfamiliar grin. Eliza nods as emphatically as she can. A line of soapy spit connects her parted lips to the table. "//Good -- but we aren't done yet.//" //Oh no...// Eliza moans...but even as she does, she feels a strange sensation like an opening deep inside of her, as though some long-closed place had just received air and light. Her breath quivers as the demoness takes the ginger from the table. Then, before Eliza's teary eyes, Morgan's fingers reach into the spine of the spellbook on the card table and pull out a long, slender blade. For a bleary moment, she almost wonders how Morgan knew it was there. But of course, she didn't. //Maldova// did. There's a slight rasping sound from behind her now, and Eliza turns to see the demoness peeling the ginger root carefully into a knob shape. //Oh **no**//. "//This is a trick I like to call **the fires of hell**.//" Morgan smirks. "//The other witches I've tried it on have been very impressed.//" //Oh no no no no **noooooo**!// The demon blows on the end of the ginger root and rubs it with her thumb until it gleams. She looks down at Eliza, studying her thoughtfully. "Usually, I have to explain the purpose of this one," she says, looking from the peeled root to Eliza's terrified face. "//But...something tells me you're already familiar.//" Eliza says nothing: she only purses her lips and nods. The demoness's grin lights up Morgan's face. "//How fun!//" she exclaims. "//A witch who has **done** a cornertime before!// Then she grabs Eliza by her elbow, lifts her to her feet, and turns her around so she's facing the corner of the room. "//Spread your legs apart -- just so -- yes, now we'll part these nice, ruby cheeks of yours....//" Eliza winces, then chokes on a sob, as the ginger is pressed into her bottom. "//Gnnngghg!//" The instant it's secured, her tender flesh starts to burn and sting. Every slight tensing of her butt cheeks will release more spice now, burning her already hot bottom even more. "//Owwwww!//" she moans pleadingly. "//It huuuuurts!//" "//Shhhh,//" the demoness soothes. "//Be a big girl, witch.//" Morgan swallows as, again, that //opening// feeling from before takes hold of her. She closes her eyes. The pain and the humiliation sweep her away...//But it's over now. She's forgiven...// That strange feeling is growing now, and she recognizes it more, even though she can't explain: it feels //clean//. //Pure//. She's so tired her thoughts are jumbled now. She bites her lower lip hard... ...and then feels something on her head. "//This,//" the demoness says, "//is to make sure you don't move.//" She's placed the orange on Eliza's scalp with delicate balance. "//Don't you dare let it fall, witch! And this,//" she continues, holding up the bite-marked soap to Eliza's lips, "//is to keep your mouth **clean**.//" Eliza opens her mouth and takes in the soap. "//Good witch,//" the demoness purrs. Eliza's heart flutters. And so, Eliza continues her cornertime: her panties at her knees, a peeled ginger root twixt her ruby-red cheeks, a bar of soap in her mouth, and an orange on her head. The marks of the slipper sole have blended now into a deep rouge, and some of them promise to be bruises tomorrow. Time seems to fly by. She stands completely still, the orange motionless on her head. //Can't...let it...drop...// She doesn't hear the demon behind her anymore, but she can feel the eyes on her back. She can feel the fires of heck licking at her naked behind... Until finally... "...//gaha...my head...what the actual **fuck** happened?...//...Eliza?" Eliza blinks uncertainly at the wall. Morgan's voice is normal now, if tinged with disbelief. She stands slowly, looking her step-sister from head to toe. "What...//what the fuck are you doing//?!" Eliza's mind suddenly snaps back into focus. She realizes her situation, and a new wave of shameful blush rises to her cheeks. Morgan's voice is hushed. "Wait...did the demon possess me? Did it do...**this** to you?" Eliza doesn't have to answer -- and, of course, the soap in her mouth would prevent it anyway. "Oh my //god//," Morgan says, staring in amazement at Eliza's naked, crimson red buttocks. "Oh my fucking **god**!" She seems to be on the verge of laughter. "And -- what the hell is //this//?" The moment Morgan's finger touches the bulb of ginger sticking out from Eliza's bottom, the spell is broken. She cries out and grabs at her bottom, and the soap drops with a thud, the orange following swiftly after. She whirls around, plucking the ginger out of her heinie with another cry, then whirls on Morgan. "That was a //stupid// idea!" she exclaims. "A stupid //stupid// **stupid** idea!" Morgan's mouth is open and her eyes are gleaming. "Were you...//in cornertime// just now?!" Eliza feels another surge of flush to her face...But just as she's about to answer, they both hear something from outside. //The slam of a car door.//(set:$soreness=$soreness+1) [[Continue|3]]

And so, Eliza stands beside her mother's bed with her panties folded neatly on the bedspread, exactly how she's been taught. Somehow, wearing a tee-shirt and socks and nothing else while you wait for a spanking feels even //more// naked than fully naked could ever feel. It feels like an eternity, but just a couple of minutes later, Beatrice comes into the room. She holds out her hand, and Eliza obediently gives her Aunty Hairbrush. Beatrice takes it but doesn't pull away. Instead, she waits until her daughter meets her eyes. "Do you know //why// you're being punished tonight?" Eliza nods miserably. Her face is blushing hotly, and her vision is already swimming in humiliated tears. "Tell me." "F-For (print:$test)ing on the take-home test." "And what's the punishment for (print:$test)in?" The words stick to the roof of Eliza's mouth like peanut butter. "I-...I get a sp-sp...//spanking//." "That's right." Beatrice nods approvingly. "I see you've already taken your panties off. Good girl. Now come and get over my lap." Beatrie sits at the edge of her bed, and Eliza climbs over her knee. Her mother pulls her properly into place so that her bare bottom is upturned right across her lap, and Eliza props herself up on her elbows. (if:$soreness>0)["Oh, my," Beatrice says as she examines Eliza's well-spanked behind. "I must have spanked harder than I remember this morning -- your entire tushy is bright red still! Look at these //marks//." Eliza says nothing -- trying not to die of embarrassment is taking enough of her focus.](else:)["I see the spanking I gave you this morning didn't leave much of an impression," Beatrice says with a faint note of irritation as she sets her hand on Eliza's pale bottom. "I'll have to make sure this lesson //sticks//." Eliza bites her lip, a hot blush rising into her cheeks as her mother pats her naked derriere with the backside of the brush, lining up the stroke.] "You're getting 30 spanks with the hairbrush tonight, Eliza," Beatrice says, "and tomorrow you'll apologize to your teacher. Depending on what she says to me, we'll decide on what your bedtime spanking tomorrow will be. Understood?" "Yes, mom," Eliza says. She tenses her butt cheeks together, a practice brace. "Good. Don't forget to count." With that, Beatrice lifts her hand with the hairbrush and //swings//." **//WHOCK!//** The first one always surprises her. Not matter how many spankings from Aunty Hairbrush she gets, she'll never be ready for that first //crack// of the brush head on the tender flesh of her tushy. "//Aaaah!// One, thank you, mom!" Eliza exclaims. **//THWOCK!//** Her backside is //flattened// by the impact, and Eliza lurches forward. For the second spank, Beatrice aims for the nearer buttock, and the report it makes seems to rattle the windows. "//Gnnnngggh!// T-Two, thank you, mom!" On and on it goes. Every //smack// of the hairbrush brings a fresh, hot red oval mark to Eliza's butt cheek or upper thigh, and each time she cries out (with increasing desperation) a thanks. By the time the spanks are in double digits, she's wriggling helplessly. //Nobody// spanks like Beatrice -- they don't call her The Hammer for nothing. As Eliza thanks her for a dozen spanks -- "//Bwwaaaaoww!// TWELVE, th-thank you, mom!" -- her heinie is starting to feel like it's been doused in kerosene and Aunty Hairbrush lit a match. //And we're not even halfway done!// **//THWOCK!//** "THIRTEEN! Thank you, mommy!" **//WHACK//** "AAAHAAA! //Fourteen, thank you, m-mom!//" The //phap// of the hairbrush against Eliza's jiggling bottom is a slow, relentless rhythm through the teens and into the early 20s, which is when the tears start to fall. **//THWACK!//** "Gaaaaaaowww! Ow ow //owwieeeee!//" Eliza kicks her feet wildly as yet another dark red mark blooms on her burning behind. "Tw-twenty-five! //Thank you, mommy!//" "Are you going to let your studies slip anymore, Eliza?" **//FWOCK!//** A blistering //smack// flattens Eliza's right butt cheek, and her brain lights up wildly with pain. "//GAAAAAIEEE! Noooo, mommy!// Tw-Tw-Twenty-//six//! Thank you, mommy!" "Good. You're going to keep your grades up right up until you graduate, aren't you, Eliza?" **//THWOCK!//** A five-alarm siren is wailing in her mind. Tears are spilling down her cheeks. Eliza can barely even hear herself over the pain as she bawls out: "//NOOOoOoooO! I promise, mommy, I'll be g-good!//" "Mmm. How many is that?" "//Twenty-seven! Thank you, mommy!//" "That's right. Almost done." //**THWOCK!**// Poor Eliza kicks her feet wildly, thumping against the mattress. She howls as the stinging on the spot of impact fades into that terrible aching in her entire hinderquarters, which at this point feel hot enough to cook a pizza on. Through wet sobs, she chokes out: "//Tw-Twenty-eight! Thank you mommy!//" //**THWOCK!**// Another //blast// of pain and stinging heat! Eliza's bottom dances beneath the brush's head, and she wails. "//Twenty-NINE! Th-Thank you mommmyyyyyyyy!//" "Last one," Beatrice says kindly. Then she hauls the brush high above her head, and swings. //**CRACK!**// As the final blow sounds out loud enough for the entire neighborhood to think a truck just backfired, Eliza seems to leave herself. She sees her own face: eyes wide, tears springing out in all directions, cheeks flushed and strands of hair sticking at the corners of her mouth. She sees her bottom: redder than mountain cherries, so searing hot it practically blurs the air around it. She sees her mother set the brush down and lean back with an expectant smirk. And she hears herself say: "//THIRTY!//" She gasps, hiccuping, spluttering "//Th-thank you for my spanking mommyyyyyy!//" And then she breaks down completely into a blubbering mess. --------- For some time after her spanking is finished, Eliza sits curled up in Beatrice's lap catching her breath. She presses her face into her mother's warm, full-breasted chest, and Beatrice lets her tears dampen her blouse. As the fire in her heinie dies down, she starts to think clearly again... ...//more// clearly, it feels, than before. This is always how it is after a good spanking from Beatrice: when everything is over and she's wiping away tears with her bright red bottom on display, she feels this strange sense of...//What is it? Relief? Exhaustion?// Yes, those two are part of it, but it's //more//. The best way she can describe it is like the feeling of tired cleanliness after a warm late night shower. Yes, her bottom hurts like the fires of heck, but even still she feels...//refreshed.// //Renewed//. "You're a good girl, Eliza," her mother says, stroking her hair. "You know that mommy doesn't like to punish you...but (print:$test)ing is simply //not// acceptable." Eliza sniffs. "I know, mommy. I'm sorry." Beatrice pulls her closer. "I forgive you." She kisses her lightly on the forehead with a soft //smk//. Then, smiling, she adds, "Aunty Hairbrush forgives you too." Eliza pouts and her mother chuckles to herself. Her chuckle starts low, then rises into high giggle, then a belly-laugh. Finally, despite herself -- despite the humiliation and the pain in her bottom and the //mess// this whole night has been -- Eliza can help but smile. [[Continue|BAD ENDING]]

Eliza never realized how happy the sight of a bared bottom could make her before seeing her step-sister lifting up her skirt and bending obediently over the card table. The demoness possessing her even chose to take the initiative to pull down her panties! Morgan's bottom springs out as though eager for the punishment it's about to receive. "//Please, witch of the Morning Star,//" Maldova says in a trembling voice, "//I willingly accept your decree -- punish me as you see fit!//" With that, Morgan lays her face flat on the table and stands on tiptoes, perking up her naked behind. (unless:$implement is 0)[Thinking quickly, Eliza snatches the (print:$implement). //I knew this would come in handy!// ]For a moment, Eliza looks at Morgan's naked butt. Each cheek is perfectly round, firm, and supple. Her skin is smooth and pale -- so pale it's lilywhite. //Not for long,// Eliza thinks. She steps forward, and the demoness in Morgan's body tenses her butt cheeks together. "Ready?" Eliza says, lining up her swing. "//Yes, mistress of the Morning Star!"// Maldova exclaims. "//Please -- I await my punishment!//" //Well, in **that** case --// (display:"SOUND") "//Oh!//" Morgan's butt cheek bounces beneath (if:$implement is 0)[Eliza's palm](else:)[the (print:$implement)] and a fresh pink pink rises up. Eliza feels a thrill seeing it and hearing the shock in Morgan's voice. Her grin broadens. (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") "//Gnaa!//" "Take //that//!" Eliza exclaims as she spanks Morgan's dancing butt cheeks, alternating her swats with furious abandon. Maldova-slash-Morgan kicks up her foot once, but mainly takes her spanking with total submission. "//Yes, witch of the Morning Star -- I am sorry!//" "Call me //Eliza,//" Eliza says, not stopping for a moment. (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") "//Y-Yes! Ow! Oh! Eliza! Owww! **I'm sorry!**//" Morgan twists beneath the spanks, her round bottom starting to glow. Eliza spanks //harder//, bringing (if:$implement is 0)[her hand](else:)[the (print:$implement)] down with reckless speed! (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") "That's right you are, Morgan! You've been a //bad, bad girl!//" (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") "//Aaaaahaaa!//" Morgan's wail is //music// to Eliza's ears, stirring her on to spank harder and faster! Soon, her arm is a blur as the swats ring out across her step-sisters tushy, which is so hot and red it's practically starting to //smoke//! (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") "//Aaaaieeeeheee!// **OWIE!** //OWWWWW!//" Tears are welling up in Morgan's eyes. "//It huuuurts!//" "This is what you //get// Morgan!" Eliza declares, bringing down another powerful (display:"SOUND") "That's what you //get// for being so //mean!//" (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND") "//BWAAAHAAAAAAOWWW!//" At long last, Eliza has tired herself out. She pants hard, stepping back to admire her work. Morgan's shapely bottom is marked bright red, a perfectly painful looking shade. "Well," she says with a satisfied sigh, "I think that should do it. You can stand." Her demon-possessed step-sister stands rubbing her hindquarters, her eyes glittering with tears. "Did you learn your lesson, Morg -- I mean, Maldova?" Eliza asks. Maldova-slash-Morgan nods fervently. "//Yes, mistress of the Morning Star!//" she exclaims. "//Thank you for your mercy!//" //Mercy...?// "//My contract is fulfilled,//" Morgan-slash-Maldova says brightly, wiping away fresh tears. "//Now I will return to the Abyss, never to disturb you again!//" Before Eliza has a chance to think on that any more, Maldova-slash-Morgan lifts her hands and closes her eyes. Morgan's lips part, and the darkness in her mouth seems purplish. A light begins to drift out of her, forming like a cold of breath on a cold day. The cloud shimmers, disperses, and is gone. When Morgan opens her eyes again, they are just as yellow as before. She blinks, confused, and coughs. "Wh-What the fuck happened?" she says. She rubs her eyes and comes away wet. "W-Was I...//crying//?" She blinks. "I...I think I was //possessed//..." For a moment, Eliza is too stunned to speak. Morgan's voice and appearance hasn't changed, and yet it somehow undeniably //has//. She never //left//...but somehow, she's //back//... Morgan wrinkles her nose. "Oh, god -- my //butt//! It's //killing// me!" She reaches back and grabs hold of one cheek. "W-Why is it so warm -- did I sit on a freaking //landmine//?" She takes out her phone and turns it into selfie-mode, then holds it back to use as a mirror. When she sees how dark crimson her heinie is, her eyes go wide. "What the //fuck?!//" She whips around to glare at Eliza. "Did you -- //spank me//?!" Eliza opens her mouth to respond -- -- //and then, from the driveway outside, they hear a car door slam.//(set:$morgan_soreness=1) [[Continue|3]]

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Beatrice spanks Morgan over her knee. Morgan is a big baby about it and Eliza enjoys watching. (if:$soreness is 0)[]

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(if:$test is "pass" and ($morgan_soreness+$soreness=0))[ "Wait just a minute," Eliza says. The words are out of her mouth before she even realizes she's saying them. Both women turn to her looking surprised. "Didn't you want to ask mom something?" Morgan's eyes flash, and Beatrice tilts her head. "I...I don't think I did," Morgan says in a warning tone. "Yeah, you did ]

(if:$header is "on")[(if:length of $inventory is 5)[(replace:?exit)[//Alright -- I have 5 items for the 5 points of the star,// Eliza thinks. //Let's see...(print:$inventory.join(","))...// She bites her lip. //Is this stuff **actually** enough to curse someone?// She swallows and sighs. //Guess there's only one way to find out.// [[Return to the secret library|SECRET ROOM]]]]]

Eliza produces the items: (print:$inventory.join(", ")) -- "Is this everything?" Morgan says abruptly. The collection on the table looks mismatched and odd. //What do (print:1st of $inventory)s have to do with demons?...// But Eliza looks up at her step-sister with all the self-assurance she can muster and nods. Morgan sighs. "This had better work," she growls. And so, Morgan draws a pentagram on the card table with a hunk of chalk from her back pocket and places each of the items on the points of the star. When the items are placed, she takes up the book again and flips to the correct page. At one point in her haste she knocks the bare hanging lightbulb and it begins to swing gently, casting long shadows of them like spillage up either side of the room. "Here's the bitchy part: the invocation is in sanskrit. Luckily, there's a phonetic key -- good ol' Ilsom thought of everything. This says it works better as a chant," Morgan says, cutting her eyes at Eliza. "So say this with me: //Maldova, aham bhavatah purnanudhnyam dadami -- yatha ichati tatha maam upyujyatam!//" Eliza tries to mouth the strange syllables as Morgan repeats them impatiently, but they clatter around her mouth uselessly. "Not //yachta//, //yatha//," Morgan snaps. "Again!" "Are we //sure// this is a good idea?" "If you don't shut up I'm going to lock you in this creepy room and tell Beatrice you were snooping. At this point I //want// to see her wear out that hairbrush on you. //Again!//" The step-sisters read the words together again. This time, Morgan is too invested with getting her part right to notice that Eliza is only mumbling her part. "Again -- //Maldova, aham bhavatah --//" The bare light bulb flickers once. The gibberish Eliza is chanting gets caught in her throat as she gasps. "Don't stop, keep reading!" Morgan says again excitedly. "//Maldova, aham bhavatah purnanudhnym// --" The bulb flickers again, and the dull white chalk dust of the pentagram begins to glow violet. At this point, Eliza stops chanting altogether, but Morgan continues with quickening pace! "//Maldova, aham bhavatah purnanudhnyam dadami -- yatha ichati tatha maam upyujyatam!//" The air starts to change color around them, as though every floating dust mite were suddenly illuminated with a brilliant purple beam. The lightbulb flickers a final time and goes out. By the partial light coming in from the hallway, Eliza can see Morgan's hair start to lift and swirls as though she were underwater. Her eyes close. Her voice begins to change. "W-Wait -- Morgan, stop!" But it's too late. Morgan finishes the invocation for the final time and stops speaking, and the room is plunged into silence. The lightbulb flickers back on. At first, Eliza is happy to see that Morgan is still there, looking like she always does... But the moment Morgan opens her eyes, Eliza can tell something is very wrong. Her irises are brightly red, and when she smiles, the expression seems unfamiliar on her face. "...Morgan? //Morgan??//" Eliza exclaims. Morgan turns to her step-sister with strange slowness. She lifts her chin and tilts her head, but even that familiar gesture seems wrong, so wrong. Eliza claps her hands over her mouth to suppress a cry of fright. "'//Morgan?//'" her step-sister says in a voice that is her own and not at the same time. Her grin widens, seeming to light up the room even more than the bare bulb, the light ghastly. "...//I'm afraid she's not in, witch. You can call me **Maldova.**//"

Eliza staggers back, her mouth opening and closing uselessly. Morgan -- or, at least, Morgan's //body// -- examines her own hands with a wicked grin. "//Oho -- it's been some time since I was summoned by someone so young.//" Morgan clenches her fists. She looks exactly like Morgan: same wavy blonde hair, same snub nose, same imperious grin -- and yet, she is changed. //Possessed.// //Oh man -- oh man!// Eliza whimpers softly. //Mom is gonna be **so** mad!// Morgan -- or, really, //Maldova// -- turns to her and steps forward, forcing Eliza into the corner. "//What is your name, witch?//" "I-I'm not a witch --" Maldova-slash-Morgan grins more broadly, red eyes gleaming. "//Oh, I see -- an innocent! You were merely here, **next to** this one as she read the Adultress' Woe curse!//" Eliza groans miserably. "I-I told her not to do it!" Maldova laughs -- it's Morgan's laugh but colder, and it sends an icey chill down Eliza's spine. "Tell me, witch," she says, "what symbol do you practice under?" "S-...Symbol?" Morgan-slash-Maldova swipes at the pentagram on the table with one finger and wrinkles her nose at the chalk dust she comes away with. "//Such a crude curse -- but then, witches can be so crude.//" She turns to Eliza again. "//Tell me, mortal: what is the symbol of your magicks?//" She leans forward until Morgan's nose is practically touching Eliza's and Eliza is backed up as far as she can go into the corner. "//Enough delaying -- out with it!// Eliza's mind races. //Symbol?// she thinks. //Asmodeum has mentioned stuff like this...real witchcraft draws power from a specialty in the Abyssal world -- different symbols have different powers over different demons// She blinks. //But...what symbol would have power over Maldova?!// "//I'm waiting, witch,//" Maldova says, crossing Morgan's arms. "//Tell me your symbol **now**!//" ------- (color:green)[What should Eliza do?] [[Answer her]<reply| [Say nothing]<nothing|]<response|{ }(click:?reply)[(replace:?response)[(set:$response=(prompt:"What does she say? (WRITE IN ALL-CAPS","Uhmmmm...uhhh..."))"(print:$response)!" Eliza says. (if:$response is "MORNING STAR" or "THE MORNING STAR" or "VICTORIOUS MORNING STAR" or "THE VICTORIOUS MORNING STAR")[ Maldova-slash-Morgan's eyes go wide. "//Th-The Morning Star?!//" Suddenly, there's terror in her voice. "//I-Impossible! No mortal has known of that symbol in centuries!//" Eliza feels hope surging through her. //It worked -- it actually work!// "...well...//times change!//" she says, trying to sound as certain as she can. "Now you're possessing a witch of the Morning Star and...//you know what that means!//" She puts as much meaning into the last phrase as she can, hoping Maldova will fill in the blanks. Maldova's red eyes are wide with fear. She steps back, putting one hand to Morgan's throat. "I-...I didn't know -- I was summoned!" "Yes," Eliza says, folding her arms. "To do our //bidding// -- not to possess my step-sister!" Maldova-slash-Morgan's lower lip begins to tremble. "Please," she says, her mouth sounding dry. She lowers her head and stares humbly at the floor. "What can I do to be redeemed? (if:$dom-$sub>0)[Eliza takes a long look at Morgan. It's her step-sister alright -- but she's //never// seen her in //this// position. Head bowed, hands clasped, voice pleading...//You know...I could get used to this Morgan...// Suddenly, an idea occurs to her that makes her eyes light up. She grins, which Maldova doesn't see. Eliza stands to her full height and lifts her chin. "What you need," she says to her possessed step-sister, "is to be //punished//. Lift up that skirt and bend over the table -- you're getting a //spanking//!" [[Continue|SPANKING 4]]](else:)["You can //leave//!" Eliza exclaims. "Leave and //don't come back!//" "B-But mistress," the demon whines. "I-I //can't// leave before I'm punished!" Morgan-slash-Maldova wrings her hand. "Surely you understand, witch of the Morning Star -- the contract of my summoning //requires// it!" //Contract?...Punishment?// Eliza scratches her head. "Uhm," she says, not sounding very authoritative. "Right...well...then..." The idea occurs to her so quickly she doesn't have time to think it through before it's off her lips. "Then...then //lift up that skirt and bend over the table!// You're getting a //spanking//!" [[Continue|SPANKING 4]]]](else:)[For a moment, the room is silent. Morgan's face is still as the demon stares at her with extreme skepticism. Eliza could swear she can hear a chorus of crickets chirping outside. "...the...(print:$response)?" the demon finally says. //Nothing to do but double down,// Eliza thinks. "That's right," she says with a firm nod. Another moment passes. Finally, Morgan's pretty face breaks into a brilliant grin, glittering and dangerous like a thousand shards of crystal. "Well, then, witch of the (print:$response)," she says, stepping forward, "it would appear I outrank you by...oh, //quite// a bit! You really expected Maldova to perform your vengeances for you with no greater symbol than the //(print:$response)//?" Eliza's heart sinks. "I-I wasn't the once who --" Suddenly, Maldova snatches her wrist and pulls her over the card table. "I think the first order of business is a lesson in //respect//," the demon says -- there's no strain in her voice, despite the fact that she's pinning Eliza as she speaks. Eliza is bent over with her bottom raised before she even realizes what's happening. And when she //does// realize what's happening...well...let's just say this is an all-too-familiar place for the witch of the (print:$response) to be! [[Continue|SPANKING 2]]]]]{ }(click:?nothing)[(replace:?response)[Eliza says nothing. //Better to just not talk to it,// she thinks. //Talking is what it wants!// "//Nothing?//" Morgan's eyebrows rise. "//You have no symbol?//" For just an instant, Maldova seems surprised...but then the demon grins. Eliza resists a shudder: the unfamiliar expression on Morgan's pretty face is uncanny. "//Nothing! Well, then,//" Maldova says in Morgan's voice, "//I have nothing to fear.//" Then she lunges forward, grabs Eliza by the wrist, and pulls her over to the card table! And suddenly, Morgan starts to think it wants a whole lot more than //talking//... [[Continue|SPANKING 2]]]]

(if:$familiars contains "secret room")[Morgan is in the secret room reading spellbooks. When Eliza comes back in, she asks, "Well? Do you have it all?" [[Yes]<yes| [No]<no|]<response1|{ }(click:?no)["No..." Eliza says. (replace:?response1)["Then why the fuck are you here?!" Morgan replies. "Go get the stuff!" ]]{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?response1)["Yes," Eliza says. (if:length of $inventory < 5)[Morgan peers closely at the items her step-sister is carrying. "That's only (print:length of $inventory), moron -- it says each point of the pentagram needs an item!" She waves the book in Eliza's face. "//Penta//gram! //Five//! Do you seriously not know how to count to five?!" "I-I --" "Omigod you are so //useless//," Morgan exclaims. "You know, I'm starting to understand why your mom spanks you so much..." Her voice trails off...then her eye starts to gleam in exactly the way Eliza doesn't like. //Uh-oh.// "In fact," Morgan says, "Just for wasting my time.." She snatches Eliza by her ear, moving too quickly for her to get away! "//I'm// gonna give you a spanking now!" ](else-if:$inventory contains "soap" and "ginger" and "orange" and "slipper" and "matches")[Eliza produces the items: (print:$inventory.join(", ")) -- "Is this everything?" Morgan says abruptly. The collection on the table looks mismatched and odd. //What do (print:1st of $inventory)s have to do with demons?...// But Eliza looks up at her step-sister with all the self-assurance she can muster and nods. Morgan sighs. "This had better work," she growls. Success! The ritual works and a curse is invoked -- but Morgan gets possessed! Morgan (now possessed) turns to Eliza and asks her what symbol she practices under. [[Answer her]<reply| [Say nothing]<nothing|]<response|{ }(click:?reply)[(set:$response=(prompt:"What does she say? (WRITE IN ALL-CAPS","Uhmmmm...uhhh..."))"(print:$response)!" Eliza says. (if:$response is "MORNING STAR" or "THE MORNING STAR" or "VICTORIOUS MORNING STAR" or "THE VICTORIOUS MORNING STAR")[Because the demon is scared of the fallen, she lets Eliza take control. (if:$dom-$sub>0)[Eliza decides to spank the demoness in Morgan's body. ](else:)[She commands the demon to get out! The demon obeys, and Morgan returns. Finally, they hear Beatrice arriving. They have to go to the kitchen and pretend nothing is happening. ]]] (click:?nothing)[Eliza says nothing, and the demon grins. "Then I have nothing to fear," she says. Then she lunges forward, grabs Eliza, and starts spanking her! ]](else:)[Eliza produces the items: (print:$inventory.join(", ")) -- "Is this everything?" Morgan says abruptly. The collection on the table looks mismatched and odd. //What do (print:1st of $inventory)s have to do with demons?...// But Eliza looks up at her step-sister with all the self-assurance she can muster and nods. Morgan sighs. "This had better work," she growls. ]]]](else:)[The entrance hall of the house is a broad space with a red rug and a modern-style chandelier. The stairs creak as step-sisters bound down them. To the right, there's the open-floorplanned kitchen. To the left, there's a cozy living room. (set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"corridor 1")) But Eliza doesn't turn in either direction. Instead, she goes to the bookshelf against the wall in the entrance hall, which is right beside a nightstand-type table with a vase full of forget-me-nots. Eliza goes to the book shelf and starts feeling around on the shelf that's just above her head. "I already checked this," Morgan says. "There's nothing on here except some cooking books and your mom's dumb romances." Eliza doesn't reply. She takes something off the top shelf and goes to the side of the shelf where, if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice a small gold clasp. Eliza fits the tiny key into the clasp and it opens into a hook; she pulls the hook off of the peg it was hooked on, and the entire bookshelf starts to swing forward on hinges, revealing -- "Fuck," Morgan says beneath her breath. "Holy //fuck//." //More like **unholy** fuck,// Eliza quips in her mind. They are now looking at an unpainted door with no knob. Using the tiny key, Eliza pries at the edges of the door untill it swings open upon a tiny room. "This room used to be a pantry accessible from the kitchen, but after they remodelled and installed a whole new set of cabinets, it wasn't needed anymore," Eliza explains. "Beatrice and Alec sealed off the door from the kitchen side a while ago, and Alec put this door //here//. The room already had shelves for, like, cans and stuff, so they made it this secret little library. And here we are." "Here we are," Morgan repeats, looking around in stunned admiration. Every wall of the small room has a set of four shelves, and every shelf is packed with odious-looking tomes. Morgan runs her fingers across the spins and comes away with a light layer of dust. "A fucking secret bookshelf -- I didn't know Alec had it in him." "Honestly, I still can't believe he was ever a warlock," Eliza remarks honestly. "I know," Morgan says with a scowl, pulling a book off the shelf. "He's so //nice// now." She says the word like it tastes bad. At the back wall of the room is a folding card table, and the step-sisters set it up. Morgan starts pulling various texts from the shelves and stacking them up. Each time she takes down a book, Eliza feels a surge of panic. //We should **not** be doing this,// she thinks miserably as she examines the cover illustration of a particularly old looking volume, which seems to depict a woman copulating with a swan. //This was a **bad** idea...// But it's too late now. "A-ha!" Morgan exclaims. She pulls a previously unnoticed cord from the ceiling and the raw light of an exposed bulb fills the room. "Now I can fucking read." She sets down a black book with an unsettling geometric pattern on the front and no title. She opens to a random page. Eliza looks on in mounting discomfort. "Oh, yeah," Morgan says. "This is //it.//" She starts to flip quickly through the pages. "...What's it?" Eliza asks in a small voice. "//Ilsom the Wise's Book of Ulcerous Curses,//" Morgan replies. "Exactly what I was hoping to find. I //knew// Alec would have it!" "Wh-Why were you looking for it?" "It's one of the few spellbooks ever written in modern English. See, most spellbooks are made in Ancient languages, and they can't be translated without unleashing their power on the translator. So you have to know, like, Sanskrit to read them or some shit. And my Sanskrit //sucks//." Morgan turns another page, her eyes bright and excited. "This is //perfect//." "No, I mean -- why do you need a book of curses at all?" Eliza asks. Morgan looks at her as though she were an idiot. "Because I'm gonna //curse// someone -- the whore who took my boyfriend. Fucking //duh.//" She looks back at the book. "Oh, this one looks good -- check //that// shit out!" She holds up the page so Eliza can see. On the left side of the fold, a page with the heading //ADULTRESS'S WOE// is written out in what seems to be a poem. On the right side is an illustration of a young woman clutching her head as a demonic, ghostly figure hovers above her with a vicious grin. "What does it do?" "Dunno," Morgan says simply as she reads. "But it says this spell is especially effective against //loose-moralled women// and that's this bitch for //sure//." She slams down the book. "Here it is," she says, pointing to the left page. "These are the instructions for the ritual. All we have to do is make a pentagram and put five objects on it." "I-Isn't that usually for a summoning?" Eliza says. Morgan gives her a sharp look. "What do //you// know about summonings?" she says suspiciously. "I...I saw it in a movie," Eliza says weakly. "Mm. Well, yes, pentagrams are usually for summoning, but sometimes summoning is //part// of a curse. See this picture? I bet this demon freak is the one we'll be summoning to haunt her ass. Now, let's see. It says...: ==><== **//PLACE UPON THE STAR'S POINTS FIVE THESE TRINKETS THAT YOUR CURSE MAY THRIVE One of them burns, Another to peel, This one to clean, And this one to heel, LAST TO MAKE A LIGHT THAT STRIVES  ON WICK-ED THOUGHTS -- AND I ARRIVE//** <== ....and..." Morgan checks the back of the page, frowns, and sets the book down. "That's it." She scratches her head. "It's not very...specific. I kinda expected, like, an //ingredients// list." "Maybe multiple things would work," Eliza suggest. "Like, each line sounds a bit like a riddle, but maybe they have multiple solutions." "Maybe," Morgan says dubiously. "I'm gonna keep reading, and I'll make the pentagram" She looks up. "And //you// can start finding the stuff." "//Me?//" "You've already come this far," Morgan says with a grin. "You're like my witch's assisant! //What// would Beatrice say? Her good girl breaking //all// the rules?!" "But --" "Go," Morgan says, standing and pushing her out of the secret room. "Collect the stuff and come back. //One that burns, one that peels, one to clean, and one to heel --// you said it yourself, it's a riddle! Better hop to it!" Morgan glances down at her watch. "Beatrice is gonna be home soon -- you don't want her to find out you let me in the secret room, do you?" Eliza's mouth drops open, but before she can respond, the door is slammed in her face. She's alone in the hall with the words of the curse swirling around her mind. "B-But Morgan --" "Go!" Morgan says from behind the door. "I'm reading!" Eliza's shoulders drop. She bites her lip again, this time in frustration. //Guess I don't have a choice...// she thinks. //How did it go again? One of them burns...another one peels...//(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"secret room")) ]

The step-sisters read the words together again. This time, Morgan is too invested with getting her part right to notice that Eliza is only mumbling her part. "Again -- //Maldova, aham bhavatah --//" The bare light bulb flickers once. The gibberish Eliza is chanting gets caught in her throat as she gasps. "Don't stop, keep reading!" Morgan says again excitedly. "//Maldova, aham bhavatah purnanudhnym// --" The bulb flickers again, and the dull white chalk dust of the pentagram begins to glow violet. At this point, Eliza stops chanting altogether, but Morgan continues with quickening pace! "//Maldova, aham bhavatah purnanudhnyam dadami -- yatha ichati tatha maam upyujyatam!//" The air starts to change color around them, as though every floating dust mite were suddenly illuminated with a brilliant purple beam. The lightbulb flickers a final time and goes out. By the partial light coming in from the hallway, Eliza can see Morgan's hair start to lift and swirls as though she were underwater. Her eyes close. Her voice begins to change. "W-Wait -- Morgan, stop!" But it's too late. Morgan finishes the invocation for the final time and stops speaking, and the room is plunged into silence. The lightbulb flickers back on. At first, Eliza is happy to see that Morgan is still there, looking like she always does... But the moment Morgan opens her eyes, Eliza can tell something is very wrong. Her irises are brightly red, and when she smiles, the expression seems unfamiliar on her face. "...Morgan? //Morgan??//" Eliza exclaims. Morgan turns to her step-sister with strange slowness. She lifts her chin and tilts her head, but even that familiar gesture seems wrong, so wrong. Eliza claps her hands over her mouth to suppress a cry of fright. "'//Morgan?//'" her step-sister says in a voice that is her own and not at the same time. Her grin widens, seeming to light up the room even more than the bare bulb, the light ghastly. "...//I'm afraid she's not in, witch. You can call me **Maldova.**//" [[Continue|INTERACTION WITH MALDOVA]]

But no matter how many times they repeat the phrase, nothing seems to happen. Morgan reads with increasing frustration as the pentagram remains as solid and unchanging as ever. "//Maldova, aham bhavatah purnanudhnyum...//fuck//...Maldova, aham...//" Her voice trails off. She drops the book onto the card table with a //thunk// and folds her arms. "It's not //working//." Eliza can't help but feel a small jolt of relief. She's hiding this when she turns to her step-sister and puts her hand gently on her shoulder. "It' okay, Morgan -- I mean, did you really want //to// --" "It's not //working// because //you// brought all the wrong //stuff//!" Morgan says, jerking away from Eliza's hand. "I mean, what even //is// this?" She snatches up the (print:1st of $inventory) and waves it in Eliza's face. "Were you even //trying// with this?" "B-But -- the rhyme said --" Morgan ignores her and tosses the (print:1st of $inventory) to the ground. "No, I don't think you //were//," she says. "I think you weren't trying on //purpose// because you didn't want to help me. Isn't that //right?//" "N-no! Morgan, I --" Morgan has taken several steps forward now, and Eliza has her back flattened against the bookshelf. She does a mocking impression: "//'Oh, Morgan, I-I-I --'// Shut the fuck up. You know what? I'll just have to curse that bitch on my own. She's gonna pay whether you help me or //not//!" Then, slowly, she starts to grin. Eliza's tummy does a double backflip. "And in the //meantime//," Morgan says, "//you// are gonna pay for being such a useless //bitch//!" She pulls Eliza forward and, with incredible speed, reaches behind her. "//Hey! Wh-What are you --//" Before Eliza can even get the words out, she feels her step-sister's fingers snatching the waistline of her panties. She freezes, her mouth forming a small //O// and time seeming to slow down as Morgan's fingers curl around the elastic, seize purchase, and //pull//! //ffFFWUNG!// "//Gaahaaaaah!//" "Take //that//!" Morgan exclaims, delighted, as she wedgies Eliza's panties hard enough to lift her ankles of the ground. Eliza flails but only manages to stagger forward as her undies are drawn further between her butt cheeks, the pressure between her thighs tight and hard. "//M-Morgan! Stooooop!//" Even as she says it, the strangely familiar heat starts to rise into her face. Morgan, of course, ignores her and jerks upward again, bouncing her full weight at the end of her wedgie. The deep //V// formed by her panties is starting to look more like a straight line, and the waistband is nearing her head... The panties Eliza is wearing are comfy and cotton -- //not// stretchy enough for what they're being put through. Now the seat of them is flossing between her buttocks, and //comfy// is the exact opposite of how Eliza would describe the feeling. Eliza feels tears springing into her eyes (as well as another sensation between her legs that isn't as easy to explain). Her step-sister laughs as she squeals in distress and pain... "How's //this// for a curse?" Morgan quips. Then, with another //yank// (following by a high-pitched squeal from Eliza) she pulls the panties another 6-inches and flips the lip //over Eliza's head.//(set:$wedgie="on") Immediately, the pull of the waistband forces Eliza to bend forward, and the fabric digging into her butt takes on a whole new level of pain. Her face flushes red as she wails, helpless, her entire bottom on display now as the panties' waistband puts an imprint across her forehead. "//Morrrrgaaaaannnn! Puh-leaeeeeease!//" "Oh, I'm only getting warmed up," Morgan growls. She pushes Eliza forward so that she's bent over the card table, snatching uselessly at her wedgie and dancing foot to foot. "The wedgie is funny, but it's not enough. You need to be //punished// for not helping me." Her voice is taking on that hard, mock-mothering tone that can only mean one thing. Eliza widens her brown, misty eyes. "That's right," Morgan says, placing one hand on Eliza's exposed left butt cheek, lining up a swing. "You're getting a //spanking//, young lady!" [[Continue|SPANKING 1]]

"Is this...a diaper?" Morgan asks, tilting her head. "Y-Yeah -- I found it in the closet...weird, huh?" Eliza says, heat rising in her face. "I-I guess maybe Mom bought some a really, //really// long time ago that she never used...like, a //really// long time ago." Morgan narrows her eyes suspiciously, but says nothing. Eliza breathes a small sigh of relief.

Eliza has light brown eyes, a slight snub nose, and a smooth complexion, all of which makes for a very pretty face. She wears her brunette hair short, just above shoulder-length, but there's nothing about her that isn't feminine. She's petite and has a modest chest, but despite her small frame she has a sizeable backside that never fails to get looks from the boys -- not that she's ever sought out that sort of thing. She regularly dresses in a simple tee-shirt (like the one she has on now) and a pair of sensible blue jeans -- although, right now, in the comfort of her room on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, she's only wearing a pink pair of cotton panties and socks. The take-home exam fills the screen and forces all other tabs to close -- but it can't close Asmodeum. "//Good grief, this is dull,//" the text-to-speech function intones. "//Surely Titty-ris would be a better use of your time.//" "//Tetris,//" Eliza corrects again, although she's sure the demon is only getting it wrong to annoy her. "And no, actually -- these grades get uploaded, like, immediately, so if I don't finish it tonight I'm in big trouble." "//The type of 'trouble' that might involve Beatrice's trusty friend Aunty Hairbrush?//" Eliza's face flushes brightly, and she bites her lip. [[More about Beatrice|1b]] [[Continue|1c]]

Beatrice is her mom, a stern blonde Christian missionary with //old-fashioned// methods of disciplining her 18-year-old daughter...and Aunty Brush, of course, is one of those methods. For the most part, Eliza is a good girl: she's well-behaved, gets good grades, is polite to her step-dad Alec, and does her chores. But being "good" isn't always enough to avoid earning a spanking from her mother, whose standards are a few degrees closer to "excellent." Eliza is probably the only senior at Livingston High who still gets pulled over mommy's knee for bringing home a bad grade. As much as Eliza //hates// to admit it, he mother's old-fashioned methods //do// have a pretty undeniable effect. Nothing cuts through a bad attitude quite like a hard spanking on a bared bottom. The pain is one thing, but the //embarrassment// is the worst part -- she has no idea what she would do if her friends at school knew she still gets spanked. It's bad enough that Morgan, her step-sister, already knows...and takes every opportunity to tease her about it... [[Continue|1c]]

"//Yes,//" Eliza says tightly, squirming a bit on her pillows. "//That// type of trouble. So leave me alone." She pulls up the test again and starts looking at the first essay question. **//Consider what we've learned about 19th Century transcendental romanticism in --//** "//You know,//" Asmodeum says after a moment, "//I believe I could be of some assisance with this.//" "We're not allowed to look up answers online," Eliza replies. "I can't even open another browser tab." "//Ah, but I don't ''need'' to look up the answers,//" Asmodeum replies, and again, the toneless text-to-speech somehow sounds smug. "//I've read all of these books before -- hellfire, I even ''met'' Lord Byron! Nice man -- rather moody, though.//" Eliza raises her eyebrow. "You're saying //you// could do the test for me?" she asks. "//In two shakes of a black cat's tail,//" Asmodeum replies. "//And then we would be able to play all of the Titties we want.// "//Tetris,//" Eliza corrects automatically. But even as she does so, she finds herself considering the offer. [[Continue|1d]]

Asmodeum is an immortal demon -- they know everything there is to know about transcendentalism, and then some. They certainly //could// do this test...and they might even earn a higher score than Eliza could otherwise. She has to admit that she's hasn't been paying //super// close attention to the readings recently -- after all, she's already been accepted to her top-choice University, and //everyone// slacks off in the last two months of high school. Then again, letting your demon familiar take your exam for you //has// to be considered cheating by anyone's standards...especially Beatrice's. //So...do I risk it?// --------------- (color:green)[What should Eliza do?] [[Cheat|CHEAT]] [[Take the test|TEST]]

Morgan has long, wavy blonde hair and eyes the color of wheatgrass. She has perfected the expression of boredom such that she can cut any talker off without a word, and her sneer ought to be framed in a museum. Her complexion is smooth and pale, accented by make-up that sets rather than follows recent trends. Her figure turns heads in //all// directions, and she's never unaware of that. Despite being the same age as Eliza, Morgan started going to university the year ahead of her. She lives on campus, but the She's supposedly majoring in Behavioral Psychology, but the only behavior Eliza has ever known her step-sister to study is that of the cute boys in her dorm. As far as psychology goes, it must be pretty easy: her GPA is a 2.8 and the only notes Eliza has ever seen Morgan taking are about //demonology//. Yes, it's true: Morgan is a Satanist. A practicing witch. A denizen of black magick. And she's coming up the stairs. [[Continue|2b]]

"//That fucking **bitch!**//" Morgan exclaims as she bursts into Eliza's bedroom. Eliza turns around with terror in her eyes, instinctively reaching up to cover her face -- but her step-sister hardly seems to notice her. "That //stupid fucking ugly slutty cunt-fact man-stealing **bitch**!//" "Wh-what's wrong, Morgan? What's going on?" But Morgan has already paced a circle and left. She's in the hall now, stomping towards Beatrice and Alec's room. She thrusts open the door and goes in. "Hey! Wait! You can't --" Moments later, Eliza can hear dresser drawers being opened and riffled through, followed by angry //slams//. "Oh no," Eliza says beneath her breath and follows her step-sister in. "Where are they?" Morgan is saying as she roots through Alec's closet. Although Eliza has never seen Alec wear anything other than a short-sleeved button-down and kakhi's, his closet is full oof suits and robes. The suits, Eliza presumes, are from Alec's short-lived career as an stock-trader who actually went in to the office. The robes are from his days as a warlock. "Where are they, where are they, //where the fuck are they//?" Morgan says. Finally deciding that whatever it is isn't there, she turns, pushes past Morgan and hustles down the hall. Eliza follows. "Hey! //Hey!// What are you looking for? Morgan? //Morgan!//" When Morgan comes to the hall closet, Eliza feels her stomach drop. //If she goes in there, she'll see --// Morgan's hand grabs the door knob. "//STOP!//" [[Continue|2c]]

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She must have yelled just loudly enough to break whatever trance Morgan was in because her step-sister blinks and looks back at her. Her yellow eyes are wild, and her normally perfect hair is mussed. "I'm //busy//, Eliza," she says through clenched teeth. "Leave me //alone.//" "Not until you tell me what you're looking for," Eliza says. "If you tear the house up and leave, //I'm// going to get blamed for it." Morgan sneers. "Oh? Will mommy spank you?" Her face splits into a mean grin, and she takes her hand off the doorknob. "Maybe I'll do it anyway, just to get you in trouble. Come to think of it, you haven't taken a trip over Beatrice's lap in a //while// -- how long's it been, a week?" //It figures that the only think that could take her out of her monomania is an opportunity to make fun of me,// Eliza thinks miserably, her face reddening. "Or maybe I'll just give you a nice red butt myself -- would you like that?" Morgan says, stepping forward and straightening to her full height. She's only a couple of inches taller than Eliza...//But it feels like a **big** couple of inches.// Morgan looks her up and down and her grin broadens. "How about I pull down those panties and spank your little bottom right here in the hallway?" "J-Just tell me what you're looking for," Eliza says, struggling to meet Morgan's eyes. "M-Maybe I can help!" Morgan's face falls as she remembers her anger. She looks away, glowering at something in her mind. "I need to find Alec's spellbooks," she says at last. "I need to curse someone's ass -- and //good//." [[Continue|2d]]

Eliza's eyes go wide. Alec -- Morgan's dad -- was once a powerful warlock. Before he met Beatrice, he had fully given his soul over to the demons, and he was almost unstoppable...until Beatrice defeated his demon ward in combat. Yes, Beatrice is a demon-hunter. Mixed families can be messy. "Spellbooks?" Her mouth is suddenly dry. Of course, she //does// know where Alec's spellbooks are -- he's never managed to get rid of them, despite Beatrice's insistence. //But the magick inside of them is no-joke **dangerous**...if Morgan gets a hold of them, **someone** is gonna get hurt...// Then again, standing in Morgan's way might get //Eliza// hurt. Probably on her tender bottom (which, Morgan doesn't know, was actually just spanked this morning for oversleeping her first alarm). It wasn't the worst type of punishment -- just a few hard //smacks// from Beatrice's hand -- but still, her tushy is a nice rosey shade of pink, and the //last// thing she wants to do is have it bared //again.// She bites her lip, uncertain... ---------- (color:green)[What should Eliza do?] [[Refuse to help]<1| [Tell her where the books are]<2|]<choice|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["N-No way," Eliza says. Her voice is shakey, but she stands her ground. Morgan's eyebrows lift, and her eyes narrow. "Those spellbooks are, like, seriously evil, Morgan," Eliza says. "Nothing good can come of them. I don't know who took your boyfriend or whatever, but it's definitely not worth getting that sort of magick involved." Morgan steps forward, her nose just barely an inch from the tip of Eliza's. Eliza can smell her step-sister's breath -- it's a mix of coffee and bubblegum. "And what the fuck do //you// know about magick?" "I know our mom is a demon-hunter," Eliza says quickly. "And I know that if she finds out she'll //kill// you." Morgan stands straight again and waves her hand dismissively. "Your mom doesn't know shit. You know how many times I've come over for 'family dinner' after I just did a sex ritual? She's //never// noticed." She grins as Eliza's blush brightens. "Remember last Wednesday when I was late and I said I got held up at the gym? I was at an //orgy//. And it was fucking //awesome//." "W-W-Well...all of //that// is one thing," Eliza stammers, "but the magick in those books is totally different!" "I don't care. Tell me where they are." "N...No!" Morgan looks hard at her step-sister, her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed, her full lips set in a hard line. Eliza purses her lips, trying not to flinch under Morgan's glare. Finally, Morgan steps back. Her face slackens as though she were no longer upset. "Fine," Morgan says, looking away. Then, her lips pull up into a smirk. "If you won't tell me...then I //will// tell everyone at your high school that Beatrice still spanks you." Eliza's stomach drops. "Wh-What?!" "Yeah -- I still talk to some people in your graduating class. I'll text them that picture I took of you in cornertime once and tell them that it ought to go in the yearbook." Morgan's grin is wolfish, and her eyes glint. "Maybe I'll even chip in for one of those full-page ads -- they still do those, right?" "Th-That's not fair! You //can't!//" Eliza imagines the humiliation of coming to school the day after everyone has been told her secret. She thinks of how everyone would look at her, giggling -- would they give her a nickname?! Something awful, like...Cheeky? The Red-Bottom Wonder? Momma's Naughty Girl? Or something way worse she can't think of because she's not really good at mocking nicknames? //Oh god no!// "Please, Morgan! Please don't do that!" "I won't," Morgan says somberly. "//If// you show me where the spellbooks are." Eliza hesitates, pouting. She glances at the hall closet door, only for an instant, too quickly for Morgan to notice. //Bad enough that Morgan knows about the spankings...// Eliza thinks. //If she knew about **that**//... "Tick-tock, sis," Morgan says, pulling out her phone. "Unless you want to be the Spanked Senior girl from now until graduation, I suggest you start --" "Downstairs!" Eliza blurts out. "Th-There's...a secret room, sorta. It used to be, like, a pantry, but now..." "Take me there," Morgan says with a grin as she puts her phone away. "Oh, and, Eliza? //Spanked Senior girl// would **totally** not be the worst nickname. I was just on the spot." Eliza sigh deeply but doesn't reply. She turns, her shoulders dropped, and leads her triumphant step-sister downstairs.(set:$dom=$dom+1)(show:?hidden)]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choice)["Downstairs," Eliza says. "There's a secret room. Sorta. It used to be, like, a panty, but now..." "Take me there," Morgan says simply. As she takes her hand away from the hall closet doorknob, Eliza breathes a sigh of relief. //It's bad enough she knows I get spanked,// Eliza thinks. //She's doesn't need to know about...**that**.// "C'mon, Eliza, we don't have all day -- when's your mom getting home?" Beatrice snaps, checking her watch. "//Our// mom," Eliza corrects beneath her breath. "And we've got time. Come on -- follow me."(set:$sub=$sub+1)(show:?hidden)]] |hidden)[[[Continue|SECRET ROOM]]]

They leave and slam the door. Eliza closes the secret bookshelf against the wall, reattaches the clasp, and with a trembling hand puts the key back on the shelf where it was. It falls and clatters to the ground. "Fuck!" Morgan exclaims. "She's coming!" Eliza scrambles to pick up the key again and slaps it down on the bookshelf just as Morgan pulls her hard enough to dislocate her arm. They rush into the kitchen, panting and out of breath. They have just enough time to stop gasping and give each other a meaningful look before the front door opens. "Eliza! Are you upstairs?" Beatrice makes eyes at her from across the kitchen table. Eliza takes a deep breath in. "Uhm -- no, mom, I'm here," she says, stepping out into the hall. "And, uh, Morgan is here too --" "Hey, Beatrice," Morgan says quickly, nearly knocking Eliza over as she pushes past her, "I just came to say hi to 'Liza, here, but now I'm heading out." "Heading out?" Beatrice raises her eyebrows, her face conflicted. Usually, she would be annoyed that Morgan still calls her by her first name, but she's excited to see her step-daughter on a night //other// than their Wednesday family dinners. "You don't have to go -- we can set up the guest room for you, you can spend the night!" "No, I, uhm, have an early class tomorrow," Morgan says, hurriedly making her way towards the door. (if:$test is "pass" and ($morgan_soreness+$soreness is 0))[ [[Continue|3d]]](else:)[(if:$morgan_soreness > 0)[She's trying to hide how sore her bottom is, but she can't help but move stiffly in her snug blue jeans. ]"But I'll see you at dinner tomorrow night! Seven o'clock, right?" "Six," Beatrice says, eyes narrowing. "I suppose we could --" "Oh, that's right, six," Morgan says, slapping her forehead. "I'll see you then -- have a good night!(unless:$morgan_soreness>0)[ Oh, and thanks for the help, 'Liza,](else:)[See you around, 'Liza]" she adds quickly, giving her step-sister a significant look. Then, she opens the door and slips out into the night. [[Continue|3b]]]

Beatrice and Eliza are alone now, and they stand in the first floor corridor in silence. The hall is dark, although a sliver of moonlight peaks in through the street-facing windows in the living room. Beatrice finally puts down her bag and starts to take off her jacket. "//That// was strange," Eliza's mother says lightly. She looks hard at her daughter. "She thanked you for your help -- what did you girls do?" "N-Nothing," Eliza says awkwardly, scratching her neck. "I...uhm, she just came to talk. Guess she, um, had to leave kinda quick." "Mm," Beatrice says. She wordlessly conveys her doubt: in as long as she's known them, the step-sisters haven't 'hung out' for any reason. When Eliza doesn't say anything, she moves on. (if:$test is "pass")["Honestly, I don't know //what// Alec was thinking when he raised her. I don't think I've ever //met// a young lady who needed a good bare-bottom //spanking// more in my //life//!" Eliza's jaw drops in shock. "Would you really do that?" she says after a moment of silence as Beatrice hangs her jacket. "Sp-Spank her, I mean?" Beatrice sighs. "Your step-father and I have been having //precisely// this conversation. It's simply not fair that //one// of our daughters is disciplined properly and the other one is //not//." she says as she sets her bag by the door. Then, looking up at Eliza, she says: "Alec is reluctant...but I think he's coming around. So unless Morgan's attitude changes soon..." She leaves the last unspoken. "Anyway -- it's a school night. So you had better get ready for bed." Eliza nods obediently and turns. (if:$soreness>0)[She consciously tries //not// to rub her still-sore behind as she's leaving, and if she's walking stiffly Beatrice doesn't seem to notice. ]All the way up the stairs, she's grinning ear to ear. (if:$soreness is 0)[[[Continue|GOOD ENDING]]](else:)[[[Continue|BAD ENDING]]]](else:)["Well, I suppose that's just as well." Beatrice steps forward and levels her eyes on Eliza. She folds her arms across her sizable breasts. "I have something I need to talk to you about." [[Continue|3c]]]

Eliza feels her throat abruptly close. She tries to sound nonchalant, but the words come out as a croak: "O-Oh? W...What's up, mom?" (if:$test is "cheat")["I received an email from your teacher," Beatrice says. "About your //take-home test.//" Eliza's eyebrows quirk up in fear. "Apparently, you decided it would be funny to include an entire essay answer about...//smoking cannabis with Lord Byron?//" Beatrice says, tilting her head as though she were //welcoming// back talk. //Asmodeum!!!// "I-I...I didn't write that!" "Mm," her mother says with a dangerous note of agreement, "that's what your teacher inferred. She was shocked to see it from you -- she apparently has a high opinion of you as a student. She believes that you plagiarized your answers without reading the source -- since, after all, the writing style didn't sound like you." Eliza's mind reels and races. She's trying to think of some explanation, some excuse -- but all she can think is that she's going to dip Asmodeum's hard-drive in a vat of acid when she gets upstairs. //I can't believe I trusted a demon with my homework -- how could I be so **stupid**?// "How could you be so //stupid//?" Beatrice says, echoing Eliza's thoughts. "Do you realize you could have gotten all of your college acceptance's //rescinded?!// Luckily, your teacher is nice enough that she's allowing you to do a re-take, although you'll have to do it on one of the school computers //with supervision,// since apparently you can't be trusted." Eliza exhales. //Thank god for that, at least...// Beatrice tilts up her chin. "Yes, you're //very// lucky. Your teacher informed me that plagiarism has //serious// consequences in higher learning, and that she was //only// extending this grace to you because it's the first time you've ever done it -- which explains how you made the mistake of copying someone's //Lord Byron fan-fiction// in as your answer." Then, Beatrice lowers her eyes in a stare that pins Eliza to the wall. "So she chose not to report this //incident//, as long as it never happens again. Plus, I assured her that there would be consequences for this behavior //at home//." Eliza's face burns. She knew //this// was coming... Beatrice puts her jacket into the closet and sets her bag on a hook by the door. "I think you know what //those// are going to be, don't you." It isn't a question. Eliza nods miserably. "Go get Auntie hairbrush and meet me in my room. Panties //down//. You're getting a bedtime spanking every night for a week, and the first one is //tonight//." [[Continue|SPANKING 3]]](else-if:$test is "fail")["I just checked your grades online," Beatrice says. Eliza suppresses a sigh. No matter how busy Beatrice is saving the world from demons, she'll never be too busy to check Eliza's online grades. Eliza misses the days of biannual report cards, and she barely even remembers them... "Are you aware you have an //F// in AP Literature?" Eliza's mouth drops open. "Wh-What?!" "Mm. That was //my// reaction," Beatrice says, hanging up her coat and setting her bag by the door. "Apparently, you failed your most recent exam -- a take home test on Romanticism." Eliza's stomach plunges. //Failed?!// "I know you've already been accepted to college," Beatrice says, "but that's //no// excuse to start slacking. What if the college decides to check your transcript again and takes away your scholarship?" "I-I..." "You know the rules," her mother says simply. "Good grades earn privileges. Bad grades earn //spankings//." Eliza's jaw drops, and she starts to feel the creep of blush in her cheeks. "But mooooom!" "Go get Auntie hairbrush and meet me in my room. Panties //down//. You're getting a bedtime spanking every night for a week, and the first one is //tonight//." [[Continue|SPANKING 3]]]

"Wait just a minute," Eliza says. The words are out of her mouth before she even realizes she's saying them. Both women turn to her looking surprised. "Didn't you want to ask mom something?" Morgan's eyes flash, and Beatrice tilts her head. "I...I don't think I did," Morgan says in a warning tone. "Yeah, you did," Eliza says, trying to keep her face blank. "Weren't you looking for Alec's books?" At these words, Beatrice's expression changes. Her mild surprise at seeing Morgan is gone, and now a dark cloud passes over her face. Of course, Beatrice knows better than anyone the dark power of Alec's history -- and so, both step-daughters have been //repeatedly// told to steer clear of it. "Your father's books?" she says slowly. "//What// books?" "I-I..." Morgan stammers. "Oh, wait, I remember!" Eliza says, snapping her fingers. "It was called //The Book of Ulcerous Curses// by some guy -- Ilsom the Wise?" Morgan glares hatefully into Eliza's face...but when she looks up at her step-mother, the malice is replaced with fear. "I-I...I don't...Beatrice, I was just --" "Do //not// call me by my first name," Beatrice says. Her face is a mask of disciplinarian //wrath//, and her fingers look as though they were //itching// to grab a paddle. "It's //rude//. You will address me as your mother, Morgan, just like Eliza does. And just like Eliza, when you try to go behind our backs and research black magick..." Here, her eyes narrow, and Morgan's lower lips starts to quiver. Eliza knows exactly what's happening next, but it's like opening a birthday present that you already know is //precisely// what you wanted, and you don't even have to pretend you're surprised. "You will //be spanked//." [[Continue|SPANKING 5]]

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Maldova-slash-Morgan nods fervently. "Yes, mistress of the Morning Star!" she says frantically. "Thank you for your mercy!" //Mercy...?// Before Eliza has a chance to think on that any more, Maldova-slash-Morgan lifts her hands and closes her eyes. Morgan's lips part, and the darkness in her mouth seems purplish. A light begins to drift out of her, forming like a cold of breath on a cold day. The cloud shimmers, disperses, and is gone. When Morgan opens her eyes again, they are just as yellow as before. She blinks, confused, and coughs. "Wh-What the fuck happened?" she says. Eliza opens her mouth to respond -- -- //and then, from the driveway outside, they hear a car door slam.//

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- Playthrough - Italicize all demon speak - Add ending where Eliza is not spanked

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