ThePhoenixMan
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Damian
Damian looked over her clothing options, and knew it really didn't matter much. Her target was such easy prey. It was a young lad, nary eighteen years old, an awkward one, who seemed socially out of place. His experience with females, non-existent. Damian described him to her as he pushed through the vast array of clothing choices.
Damian told of how he was a farmer boy, a loner, who found refuge in sneaking peeks at pictures of naked women. He explained that the lad could barely even look at a woman, without getting an erection. He'd been teased and ridiculed mercilessly by his peers, male and female alike. He'd been tempted to masturbate on many occasions, but feared he'd go blind as had been warned.
All she had to do was seduce him, show him some charms which she had recently learned, provide him with some pleasures to satisfy her own hunger, and lure him into being one with their legions. Promises of much more to come in exchange for his soul would be a paltry price to pay for such an inexperienced lad.
Damian settled on a cheerleader type outfit, short red skirt, with a crisp white blouse, along with and emblazoned, lettered sweater, with an extremely deep plunging neckline. Reaching into a drawer, he pulled out a pair of panties in matching red, a firm fitting half-bra, which would push her breasts up and out, keeping her erect little nubs poking over the lace edge. He then handed her white bobby socks and white sneakers, with red laces. The final accent he laid out on the comfortable bed was a pair of red ribbons, meant for her golden locks, once they were put into braided tails.
"I think this ought to do the trick for this particular lad! Your makeup is over here. When you're ready, we'll go pay him a visit!"
Damian looked over her clothing options, and knew it really didn't matter much. Her target was such easy prey. It was a young lad, nary eighteen years old, an awkward one, who seemed socially out of place. His experience with females, non-existent. Damian described him to her as he pushed through the vast array of clothing choices.
Damian told of how he was a farmer boy, a loner, who found refuge in sneaking peeks at pictures of naked women. He explained that the lad could barely even look at a woman, without getting an erection. He'd been teased and ridiculed mercilessly by his peers, male and female alike. He'd been tempted to masturbate on many occasions, but feared he'd go blind as had been warned.
All she had to do was seduce him, show him some charms which she had recently learned, provide him with some pleasures to satisfy her own hunger, and lure him into being one with their legions. Promises of much more to come in exchange for his soul would be a paltry price to pay for such an inexperienced lad.
Damian settled on a cheerleader type outfit, short red skirt, with a crisp white blouse, along with and emblazoned, lettered sweater, with an extremely deep plunging neckline. Reaching into a drawer, he pulled out a pair of panties in matching red, a firm fitting half-bra, which would push her breasts up and out, keeping her erect little nubs poking over the lace edge. He then handed her white bobby socks and white sneakers, with red laces. The final accent he laid out on the comfortable bed was a pair of red ribbons, meant for her golden locks, once they were put into braided tails.
"I think this ought to do the trick for this particular lad! Your makeup is over here. When you're ready, we'll go pay him a visit!"