The Golden Circle (Patreon)

Sandra put her chalky hands to her naked hips and looked down at the pentagram she had drawn around her bare feet. She didn't really NEED to be naked just yet, but she didn't need to be clothed, either. She walked over to the folding table she'd dragged up into the attack, the pink grapefruits that hung from her ribs bobbing with each step. While it was a bit cool amidst the old rafters it was not the chill that had her nipples rock hard and swollen up as big as her finger tips.

It was anticipation.

She wiped the remaining chalk dust from her hands onto her taught stomach and picked the old book up from the table. Sandra pushed a shoulder-length blonde lock back behind her ear as she balanced the heavy book in the other hand. She sucked in her breath as she opened the leather-bound tome to the page she had marked and accidentally brushed a nipple. Her toes curled against the old wooden boards and she could felt herself start to get a little damp between the thighs.

This would show her.

It had been nearly a month since Sandra's girlfriend had left her - and for a man of all things! The reason had been made very clear - Sandra couldn't afford to provide Violet with shiny things, but this dick could.

Well, after a little translation this book promised to provide Sandra with shiny things. All she had to do was stand in the circle, speak the incantation, and request any numbers of things be turned to gold.

Sandra even wondered if she would request Violet be turned to gold. She'd certainly made herself a trophy in one way already. She smiled to herself and left that decision to made later.

Sandra bent her pert little ass and picked up the table, moving it and the book closer to the pentagram. She set them up so she could stand in the star and comfortably read the text, then took her position in the chalk outline. Sandra adjusted her hair once more, took a deep breath, and looked to the book.

"Audi illos qui vivunt infra," she read out load, "Ego faciam quod iubes. Volo ut mutetur quae stella intrinsecus auro purissimo et delectabile!"

As she finished the sentence Sandra closed her eyes, not certain what to expect. When she heard nothing she slowly opened them. She scanned the room before her.

And saw nothing. Her shoulders slumped, her breasts bouncing into a little dip with her deflating chest. It hadn't worked. No one was here to follow her commands. Sandra knew she'd been foolish to think it was real, to believe for a minute that this could solve her problems. She'd known it in the back of her mind, but had quashed the little voice of doubt.

Violet would have looked so good in gold.

Anger now welled up in Sandra's chest, and she reached out to close the book in anger. But as her fingers started to cross the outline of the pentagram they stopped, striking some invisible barrier. Sandra pulled her hand back in surprise, then tried again. It didn't hurt, it was like pushing against invisible rubber. Like a mime in a box she put out both palms and put all of her weight forward, but could not leave the chalk outline.

Sandra put her hands to her hips in frustration, a position she'd taken with Violet quite often, and sputtered, "What the hell?"

"Actually, who the Hell."

The voice was feminine, but small. A little high-pitched, but not squeaky. It had come from behind Sandra, and she shuffled her bare feet around in the cramped quarters. Slowly a small woman came into view.

Well, a small womanly figure.

Despite the frantically flapping bat-wings growing from her shoulders the little being was hovering quite steadily in the air. She had blood red hair that grew down smoothly to her full ass, where another little tuft of red curls set above her little mons. The little woman's breasts were larger than her head, but sat upon her chest in taught round orbs that barely moved or jiggled despite the beating wings attached to the shoulder blades. The woman had a pinkish red complexion, but a fairly sweet face despite the little horns growing from her temples and the unmistakable forked tale snaking around her legs. And, despite even tiny hooves, the woman came off more impish than devil.

"Who are you?"

"I am Gloria, the one you summoned to make gold for you," the woman smiled, slowly circling Sandra. As she moved around Gloria ascended and descended, giving herself a long eyeful of Sandra's nakedness. "Well, aren't you a fine looking human. Why'd you want gold if you already look like that?"

"Because I wasn't enough for someone. And, you know, while I do want you to turn some choice items downstairs into gold, can you turn a woman named Violet into a sexy statue for me?" Sandra grinned. As she said the words she could feel a flush through her body, a wetness in her pussy that just dripped at the idea of seeing Violet locked in glittering gold for the rest of time.

"Oh, honey, I'm afraid that isn't how this works," Gloria explained. She stopped her circling and rose up to be eye level with Sandra.

"Excuse me?" Sandra reacted, throwing her hands back to her hips. She put one foot out and cocked her head in defiance, a smug smile returning as she gave her orders, "I summoned you and I said to start making gold."

"As you wish," Gloria laughed, and she tapped Sandra on the nose.

At that very moment Sandra froze up. It was as if the invisible rubber surrounding her had pushed inward, holding her in place. But she could not even change her expression, the shit-eating grin locked in place.

Sandra felt a chill rush from her nose and course across her body. She couldn’t see it, but the sensation was caused by a glimmer of gold rushing from that button-nub atop her face all the way down to her toes. Little bursts of pleasure pushed into Sandra’s mind as her nipples were washed in yellow metal. As the auric alteration slipped between her legs Sandra would have gasped if she could have. The tiny twinge of arousal that had welled up as she thought of Violet frozen in gold was now capture on the tip of her clit.

Sandra was stuck frozen as she was, locked in a moment of building desire. Confusion and arousal whirled around in her mind – she could only just notice that the very tip of her nose had changed color, but not enough of a view to understand what had happened.

Gloria was more than happy to explain, as she flitted around the still Sandra statue.

“It appears that you did not quite understand the spell,” Gloria grinned, “If I may translate for you, Listen those who live below, do as I command. I desire that all which stands within this star be transformed to purest and most pleasurable gold.”

Sandra could hear everything that Gloria was saying, and even see her when she completed a circuit around her golden form, but of course could not respond.

“You’ll have to take the ‘purest’ on my word, but as for the ‘pleasurable’ part…”

Ever since Gloria had tapped her on the nose Sandra had been struggling to move. Not just struggling – screaming. While her mind had practically never been so active, Sandra’s body was certainly the opposite. It felt as if she was wearing the tightest latex body suit, that her skin itself was bound so tightly over her muscles that they were given no room to budget. It had been everything she’d been thinking about.

Until Gloria brushed her hand down the side of Sandra’s ribcage.

Bursts of pink overwhelmed Sandra’s mind as she was pushed towards and then thrown over the brink of orgasm. Her body wanted to shudder, her mouth wanted to scream, and her lungs wanted to sigh. Even as the sensation passed and her mind cleared, the golden woman begged for the sensation of muscle-loosening afterglow.

But it would not come.

Sandra would again, however, as Gloria tapped a finger to each metal nipple, sending little yips of pleasure into Sandra’s head. Gloria pulled back and hovered before the statue’s face, waiting a moment as if allowing Sandra to come down from her latest teasing and regain her concentration.

“And that’s with just your skin transformed,” the demoness smiled, “Once your bones turn gold you may just be coming from the weight of your feet on the floor. Now…what to do with you until then?”

Yes? What SHOULD Gloria do with her? Take Sandra back with her to Gloria's own realm? Deliver the Sandra statue to Violet? Something else? Post your thoughts below and I'll create a reader-influenced ending for Sandra!