
Author's Note: This story is set in a subculture inspired by the European
revolutionary socialists before the Russian Revolution, only with
a codexdrinker twist. At the time, the word "Communist" has not been
invented, which is why radical leftists are referred to as socialists
in this story. Think the first and second international if you know
what those organizations were.

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Ivan shivered violently in his thin coat as he and Sasha picked their way through
the frigid streets. Sasha was fine in his heavy winter overcoat, but Ivan hadn't
worn an overcoat since he started expressing an affinity for fire magic
when he went through puberty. Now, he couldn't afford to expend the whisper of
magic required to keep his body heat contained. The secret police would have
clocked his magical signature while he and Sasha assassinated the interior
minister, and it would be months before the shape of his soul had shifted enough
that it would be safe to use magic within the borders of Gerbrousk.

Ivan and Sasha had never expected to escape, but by an incredible stroke of
luck, none of the minister's bodyguards had been earth mages despite it being
the most common affinity. The greater prestige associated with less common
affinities might have explained the absence of an earth mage among the ministers
bodyguards, but it had still been unexpected. Without another earth mage to
contest him, Sasha had been able to whisk them down into the catacombs and
frustrate any attempts by the minister's guards to open the way with magic they
had no affinity for.

Now they were trying to get to a safe house where they could be shielded from
the police sensors. They both felt the crushing tension of the knowledge that
they might be scooped up at any moment, but somehow they remained free. Ivan
stopped when they came to a nondescript door and knocked sharply three times.

A few moments later the door opened and Ivan could see Persh Mill's eyes widen
in surprise at the sight of him. "Come inside."

The two assassins did as he bid, following their fellow radical into the apartment
beyond. It was immediately obvious that Persh wasn't alone. Three unfamiliar
faces looked back at the two silent hand killers from around Persh's living room.
Ivan and Sasha could both feel the intense magical power that all three were
putting off. It wasn't hostile, but they weren't in public so they were not making
any effort to suppress their power. At the sight of the newcomers, they politely
clamped down on their magic, but Ivan had had enough time to gauge all of their
relative strengths. The two older ones, a man and a woman, were each nearly as strong
as Ivan. They were earth mages, but with their strength they were still remarkable.

The youngest member of this group of strangers made the other two seem like
hedges by comparison. She was definitely stronger than Ivan, probably stronger
than him and Sasha put together. On top of that, her affinity was hard to pin
down. She probably had multiple the way that Sasha was both an earth and water
mage. Ivan hadn't run into her particular combination enough to know it by
feel.

It wasn't just her magic that made her stand out. The girl had to be one
of the hottest Ivan had ever seen. She reclined on the couch with a languid
self assurance, her long legs crossed and one arm thrown out to the side
to drape over the back of the couch. She wore a pair of red silk pants, tight around
her thighs and buttocks and flaring below the knee, as was the fashion in the west.
She wore more tight silk on top, a high necked white shirt clinging to her curves
and drawing tight around her narrow waist. The buttons of her shirt were pulled
taught over her bodice so that gaps threatened to form from the pressure of her
considerable chest. Each of her breasts was half again as big as her own head, yet they
stood high and proud of her chest. When he was able to bring himself to focus on her
face, Ivan's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her perfectly formed features
and big blue eyes. The thick mane of gleaming blond locks that framed her
face seemed to glow in the light streaming in from a window behind her.
He was convinced that she was using cosmetic illusion magic for a moment,
but then she suppressed her magic almost completely. Not many could completely
suppress their magic, so it showed an impressive level of control, but it
also made it clear that the incredibly busty young blond came by her enthralling
good looks entirely naturally.

"Ivan, Sasha, these are the Metzes. Elaine Metz who wrote that circular a while
back, her older brother Carlos and her younger sister Lacey." Persh spoke in
Peran rather than Gerbrousk as he gestured to each of the strangers, so Ivan
knew the strangers were foreign, though until he heard their accents he wouldn't
know where. Peran was the common language of the intelligentsia of the continent
of Silamore.

"Look, Persh, now's not a good time for outsiders. We need to go underground.
We've got a lot of heat on us right now."

"Ok, sure, sure. Sorry Elaine, but I really need to help out comrade Blonc."
Persh said, speaking to the older Metz sister.

"You're the assassins. You got away." Elaine realized. Ivan could place her
accent. Nivin. He felt a pang of worry. Nivin socialists were some of the least
dedicated to the cause. They already had so many freedoms compared to their
Gerbrouskan comrades that they didn't have the stomach for radical change.
They mostly cared about labor unions and winning elections, not the violent
overthrow of capital and cabals.

"And now we must get out of Gerbrousk before the police find us. You are putting
yourselves and us in danger by being here."

"We could help," Elaine replied, "We're with the IDS, not Labor. We're dedicated
to the cause." There was steel in her eyes and Ivan realized that these strangers
might represent good luck, not bad.

"Do you have a discrete way out of the country? We can't go through any checkpoints."

"Lacey, you could transform them right?" Elaine turned to her younger sister.

"We don't have time for a ritual." Sasha spoke up.

"Transformation is one of my affinities." The blond, Lacey, spoke up. "Elaine,
can we talk about this? I didn't sign up for helping the most wanted men in
Gerbrousk escape."

Elaine said something in Nivin and Lacey replied. The two sisters argued in
rapid-fire Nivin for a minute or so before their brother, Carlos, broke in.
They seemed to calm down. Carlos asked Lacey a direct question and she chewed
her lip before saying one word, "Feiy." Ivan knew enough Nivin to know what that
meant. Yes.

Lacey turned away from her siblings to look at Ivan and Sasha. Despite the
seriousness of the situation, Ivan couldn't help but feel his pulse quicken as
the gorgeous girl's bright blue eyes locked with his own. "I can turn you two
into coins and keep you in my purse. I'll turn you back after we cross the
border."

"That won't work," Sasha said, "they clocked our magical signatures."

"Sneaking out in your luggage won't work then." Persh spoke up.

"You can't suppress your magic all the way?" Carlos asked.

"Sasha can get close, but I can't."

"Rats."

"If I kept you close enough, I could overwhelm your magical signature with
my own," Lacey mused.

"I'm not sure that would be enough to trick cabal sensors."

"Lacey, what about using your mind magic? Mind control changes someone's
magical signature, right?" Elaine suggested.

"You're a psychic?" Ivan asked. That was not just one but two rare affinities.

"Ummm, yeah. I'm a triple affinity transformation, psychic and fire mage."

"Wow, and you're strong enough to be in a cabal. You really hit the jackpot
when it comes to magic, didn't you?"

Lacey gave a heart melting grin, though she couldn't feel less lucky about her
magic, "Yeah, I guess I did. Seems like it's a good thing for you
guys." Her pulse had sped up at her sister's suggestion. She didn't exercise
her psychic affinity much since mind control was illegal, she wasn't as good
at mind reading or therapeutic psychic practice, and her psychic affinity being
more widely known made it more likely that the authorities would catch on to
the true nature of her magic. If she had her preference, she wouldn't use her
psychic powers at all, but Elaine had found out about it soon after her magic
started coming in when she hit puberty. Elaine had realized what she was soon
afterwards, before Lacey herself had even figured it out. Ever since then, Lacey
had known that her older sister held Lacey's life in her hands. Beneath Lacey's
glossy red nails, she could feel the tips of her claws peek out from the sheaths
set in her fingertips. It was a dangerous tell, one that was likely to get her
killed one day if she didn't school her anger. She kept her nails a long and
shiny red to conceal her claws.

All mages with a heavenly or hellish affinity had obvious physical signs of
their talent. Heavenly mages often had feathers in their hair, growing on
their back or sometimes even fully functional wings. Hellish mages could have
oily red skin, grotesque claws, or horrifying visages. Since experience had
lead all major countries to execute heavenly and hellish mages as soon as they were
identified, the physical signs meant almost none survived to adulthood. At 19 years old,
Lacey was quite possibly the oldest hellish mage passing as an ordinary human on Silamore.
She had gotten lucky with her magic in some ways. Despite being strong enough
to join a cabal, one of the elite units of mages that served as the magical heavy
artillery and general problem solvers for governments across the continent,
Lacey was actually pretty weak for a hellish mage, weak enough to pass. The
second way she got lucky was that her affinity was primarily for the succubus
realm. It meant that the physical signs of her affinity were mostly confined
to breasts that could fill buckets, an ass that had caused at least three
carriage accidents since Lacey started wearing the tight silk pants that
had so recently come into fashion, and a face that got remarked on for its
beauty a few times a week at a minimum. The only really obviously hellish
part of her body were the little retractable claws hiding beneath her nails.
The fact that her heavy breasts were full of milk despite had never
having been pregnant might also have been a hint as to her demonic nature,
but that was easy to conceal since she had total control over her let down
reflex.

"Right, well, how do we do this? I've always wanted to spend a few days as
a thrall." Ivan gave a cheeky grin, though in truth the prospect of
submitting his mind to a stranger terrified him. He didn't see any other
way out of the situation alive though. "You'll let us go right at the
end of the trip, right?"

"Of course she will! Don't worry, my little sister isn't secretly the Demon
King! She wouldn't hurt a fly as long as the fly was a good socialist!" Elaine
said with a chuckle.

Lacey laughed along with the rest of them, but she heard the threat in Elaine's
joke loud and clear. Her sister knew she wasn't a true believer in the socialist
cause, knew that Lacey was only sitting in a Gerbrouskan radical safe house
because Elaine had threatened to let the world know who she was if she didn't
support the cause. Elaine was reminding Lacey to behave herself. Lacey had
to devote a moment of attention to keeping her claws in their sheaths.

"So what do we..." Sasha prodded.

*I can't believe I'm really doing this.* "Look into my eyes. I'm not exactly
an experienced mind controller, so please don't try to fight me. I don't think
I'll be able to take over if you do. I guess it's good I'm not experienced. That'll
twist your magical signature more, right?" Lacey was pretty sure it would have
been easier if she told him to look at her body and stripped naked, but that would
have been a clue about her true nature and pretty embarrassing besides.

"Ok," Sasha nodded, looking into the Nivin girl's big cerulean orbs. The blue
washed over him as the rest of the scene fell away. He struggled against
it instinctively, but the blue rose up around him.

"Stop fighting me Sasha. I'm here to help. I'm a friend. Just relax, give in
to me." He gave up and the blue rushed in to fill every crack and crevice
of his mind.

Lacey turned to Ivan. She was surprised at how easy it had been. Her affinity
was strongly attuned to this sort of mental domination. Even though Sasha
had been fighting at first and she hadn't been using an optimal focus, she was
pretty sure she would have crushed his will in a few more moments. "Same thing
Ivan. Look into my eyes. You'll want to fight, but don't." Ivan met her eyes,
struggled for a second, then gave up without prompting. Just like that, Lacey
had magically enslaved two men.

"Ok, now I guess I just turn you into coins." She snapped her fingers and a burst
of energy blew her hair back. "Oh, whoops, fizzeled, sorry I never got great
marks in magic. Here, let think," she chewed her lip, pretending to have to
think about how to assemble the spell. "Sorry, my control's pretty good, but
I'm not so good at remembering spell assembly." Lacey didn't use spells in
public if she could help it. She did her best to play the part of a vapid bimbo to
make sure that no authority figure ever recommended her to a cabal talent scout.
She couldn't really hide that her magical control was near flawless, but her
intensive Samsam practice could explain that while maintaining her carefully
cultivated image. The sensual dance style incorporated illusion and elemental
magic and required good magical control, but not any spells. Any excessive talent
for magic could be explained as a result of her dancing and she could continue to
pretend that she found spells and magical theory boring. The truth was that Lacey
loved magic and had maintained a false identity as a disheveled young man using
her transformation abilities so that she could spend time in the library without
being spotted for years now. It had been a reckless risk when she first did it,
but now she was good enough at transformation that half the Nivin cabalists
probably wouldn't have noticed she was under the effects of a full body
transformation when she took another form and libraries weren't exactly high
security.

"Hmmm, let's see,"

"Do you need a reference book?" Persh asked, a little worried that they were depending
on a girl who apparently couldn't even assemble a spell in her affinity. "Do we need
to lend you our power to punch through their magic?" If she needed a reference book
to assemble the spell, there was no way she would be practiced at piercing the defenses
of powerful mages like Ivan and Sasha.

"Oh, right, I forgot about that. You think that was why the spell fizzeled?" Lacey
could have knifed through their defenses even if they were fighting back, and they
wouldn't be now that she had taken control of them. "Oh, wait, I think I remember
what I did wrong." She snapped her fingers and Ivan dropped to the ground with
a clink. "Yes! I did it, he's a penny now!"

Persh looked over, "Ummm, a four-bit actually."

"Really? Close enough." She snapped her fingers again. Sasha dropped to the floor.
"Now, *he's* a penny, right?"

"Half mark this time," he said apologetically.

Her face fell, "Fucking spells." *Every moment of my life is a lie.* She thought
to herself behind the petulant pout.

"Here you go," Persh handed her the coins she had turned his comrades into.

"Alright, well that's sorted then I guess," Carlos said.

Lacey felt a tinge of irritation. He was seriously going to just leave it at that?
She waited to see if anyone would stop to suggest that they try to test the
effectiveness of the disguise. No one did, they just started talking about more
inane socialist theory. "Ummm, guys, can you look at me with your third eyes
to check how obvious it is?"

"Oh, yeah, that's actually a really good idea Lacey," Elaine said. Lacey felt a
surge of annoyance at the word 'actually', but it was a good sign. If Elaine was
surprised when her little sister had a good idea it meant she was playing the role
well. Somehow though, being reminded that everyone thought she was stupid and shallow
didn't feel great even if it was intentional.

Elaine, Carlos and Persh all focused for a moment while they opened their third eyes.
They showed it in different ways, but they each had a tell. Carlos was the most subtle,
just letting his eyes go unfocused for a bit, but Elaine closed her eyes and Persh
raised a finger to his forehead.

Carlos spoke up, "I can tell. It's subtle, but the coins are definitely magically active."

"You're right. Try holding them closer to your body so your magic hides them more, and
loosen up on that control. Now's not the time to be showing off your Samsam skills." Elaine
instructed. Lacey did as her sister asked. "That's a lot better."

"I can still tell if I look closely." Persh said.

"Oh come on, it disappears when she starts leaking a bit." Elaine protested.

"No, it's still there if you look. The police are really angry, there could be some
pretty strong mages at the borders looking for anything out of place." Persh said,
"The problem is that the coins are too small. Their magic is too concentrated. I think
it would be better if you turned them into something more spread out."

"Like a shirt?" Lacey asked. She knew it was a dumb idea of course.

"No, it's better to keep coins in a pocket. You need to keep them out of sight. They
will have lenses that let them determine if anything they directly see is transformed
or an illusion." Lacey knew that the things she transformed would be undetected unless
the person using the true sight lens was very skilled. Still, it was a risk not worth
taking when the Gerbrousk cabal was likely in play.

"You could wear them under your clothes." Elaine said.

"You mean, turn them into underwear?" As she said it, she could feel the two assassins
she held in her hand react through the dominance bond she had established. They had had
a good enough look at her that the idea of being turned into her underwear and worn
during the whole long train ride back to Nivin had them very excited. Shasha found the
idea a bit offputting, but still arousing. Ivan was less hesitant. He seemed almost
eager for it. Though they had no eyes, they could still see, and she could tell that
their attention was now fixed firmly on her extra large chest. Lacey felt like she probably
should have been uncomfortable with their reaction, but the truth was she found it
exciting. She loved that she was an object of lust for virtually every man she met.

"Ummm, yeah," Elaine blushed, more aware than usual of her little sisters inhuman
curves.

"Ok, let me just duck into the washroom." Lacey stood up. As she walked off, Persh
marveled at the way her shiny red silk pants clung to her stupendous ass. Massive
round buttocks slid back and forth against one another beneath the tight silk that
had doubtless been fitted magically to her form. There were hardly any other women
with a figure like hers, so any silk that tight would be custom. For a moment,
Persh found himself jealous of the two assassins. It would almost be worth having
the whole secret police after him to wind up wrapped around an ass like that.

Ivan's body made a drawn out metallic sound as he rocked around and around before
settling flat on the table next to the sink where Lacey had tossed him. The young
blond loomed over him. She had been awe inspiring enough when they had been the
same size, but now one of her breasts was thousands of times larger than his little
body. She appeared larger than even the massive victory angel statue that loomed
over the old gate of the capital. The new perspective reveled tiny details about the
Nivin girl, bringing the texture of her skin, hair and clothes into sharper relief.
For most women, he was sure zooming in would have reveled flaws hidden by the macro
scale - rough skin, large pores, moles, excessive hair in unexpected places. Lacey
had none of that. Shrinking down had just revealed how perfect her body was all the
way down. It was the kind of unnatural beauty that was normally reserved for offensive
illusions meant to enthrall and hypnotize, but after seeing Lacey suppress her magic
Ivan was sure that he was looking at her true body.

Lacey began to unbutton her shirt. Her pale neck came into view as the fabric parted,
just as flawless as rest of her. She made no move to cover the two coins on the table
beside her as her hands moved down. Either she didn't remember that the transformed
men could still see her or she didn't care. The tight silk of her shirt was under
considerable pressure from her heavy breasts, so when she started popping the buttons
holding the bodice of the shirt together, the shirt was immediately pressed apart into
a V that put an increasing amount of her incredible cleavage on display. If anything,
Lacey's breasts were more perfect than the rest of her. Her full feminine flesh pressed
together to form a dark crevasse that demanded Ivan's full attention. It was hard to
think of anything else as the massively chesty blond looming over him steadily
revealed more and more of her divine boobs. She finished unbuttoning her shirt and
shrugged it off, setting it on the table close enough to the two coins that Ivan
could feel the last remnants of her body heat coming off of the fabric. The discarded
shirt did nothing to block his view though. If Ivan was not a historical materialist he
would have said a prayer of thanks for that fact since it meant he got to see Lacey
standing there in a low cut satin and lace cream bra.

The girl was evidently nearly as happy with what she saw as Ivan was, since she took
a few moments to look in the mirror and slide her hands over her weighty chest, biting
her lip in evident pleasure at the sight and kneading her boobs together provocatively.
Ivan couldn't believe the peep show she was treating him to. It wasn't over yet though.
She slid her thumbs beneath the waistband of her tight pants and released the spell that
had been drawing the waist in. The suddenly lose fabric slid down only to be caught on
the peak of her massive booty. She turned away from Ivan, pointing her ass directly at
him, before sliding her thumbs under the tight fabric and shimmying her hips back and
forth to slide it down inch by agonizing inch. All at once, the red silk reached some
tipping point and fell down to pool around her feet. Lacey stepped out of the pants
and turned to point her ass at the mirror, poking and prodding at it in much the same
way she had with her breasts.

Lacey could feel the lust burning in the two assassins as they watched her undress,
and it filled her with a pleasant buzz of satisfaction. She was used to inspiring
lust in people and feeling the pleasant swell of energy as their souls paid tribute to
her own when her hellish magic used their desire to feed on them, but until now it
had always been the barest trickle of power as small as she could make it. Now she
didn't need to worry about being detected. Her magic was already fused to theirs
through the dominance link, so any energy she stole from them would be unnoticeable.
She had never really had a chance to experiment with this part of her abilities, and
it was fun to see how easily she was able to slurp off the outer layers of their souls.
She wasn't cutting nearly deep enough to hurt them. The core of their souls remained
safe under many dense layers. She probably couldn't have reached it even if she
tried. Their cores continually grew, pushing out layer after layer of soul that would
eventually turn into usable mana, and it was only these top layers that she siphoned
off. She could feel her reserve of mana swell. Heavenly and hellish mages were supposed
to be inhuman monsters. People had been able to feel the pressure of the Archon Lord's
unsupressed magic across the whole city of Pesh when he had ruled there. Most of the time
Lacey didn't feel like a monstrous avatar of magic, but as her mana pool swelled with
stolen power she could imagine how she might become one. She cut off the flow.

Her potential to become a world shattering monster that required the combined efforts
of multiple cabals to put down was a distraction. She set it aside and refocused on
the task at hand. Lacey reached behind herself to unhook her bra and shrugged out of
it, holding the massive cups against her breasts while she let the straps dangle in
front of her for a few moments to draw out the reveal for her inanimate audience.
She let her bra drop and revealed her naked breasts. She could feel the lust from
the two assassins spike. All hellish mages had some inhuman physical traits, and
while Lacey did have her claws, she felt that her breasts and ass were where her
hellish influence really shone through. No human woman could have breasts like hers.
For one thing, there was the shear size of them. Each of her boobs was half again
as big as her head, made all the more massive by the contrast with her slim body.
Beyond just the size was the overwhelming perfection of them. Only one of Lacey's
lovers had managed to resist immediate orgasm when she took her top off, though he
had realized that he didn't need the virility charm he had prepared after all. The
only reason the two men on the table were not cumming in their pants was that their
bodies were all metallic. The inhuman perfection of her boobs didn't effect viewers through
any traditional magic, though she was sure it was magic of some sort. No one had
yet been able to figure out how heavenly mages could fly with wings that were far too
small for the physics to work properly, so it seemed that the altered physiology of
mages aligned with the divine planes could perform magic undetectable through any known
means. Lacey didn't understand the magic of her hypnotic bosom all that well, but she
did know that the Samsam dancers who shared a changing room with her had become fawning
friends after an initially chilly reception nearly the moment they saw her topless. More
than one man had tried to beggar himself by showering her with jewels and clothes, and
she had to make sure to let the men she took to bed know that they shouldn't spend too
much on her.

Lacey turned away from the coins and slid her panties down her long legs. As her
ripe ass came fully into view, she paid attention to the effect it was having on the
minds of the two assassins. With her magic wormed deep into their minds she was
able to get a better look at the way her demonic curves worked on onlookers. Her
butt was so perfect that the two revolutionaries revised down their assessment
of the beauty of all other women as it came into view. As she watched, their
priorities seemed to shift. Overthrowing autocracy, capital, and the intentional
cabal system was no longer as important for them. Ensuring the happiness of the
owner of the divine ass being thrust in their face became more and more important.
*No wonder people become so eager to please when I show a little cleavage or wear
tight pants,* Lacey thought, her nipples stiffening at the way her body had made the two men
so submissive. The effect was definitely way more pronounced when her tits and ass were
bare, but it had started even before she began undressing. The insight into her
powers was interesting, but it didn't mean she could walk out of here and live
her life as she wanted. She was faced with the same choice she had every day:
go on a short lived rampage only to be put down by the cabalists like a dog
or grit her teeth and obey her sister's blackmail.

Lacey allowed the hand hidden from view of the coins by her body to fully extend
her claws. She felt trapped. She wanted to rip Elaine's throat out, but instead
she retracted her claws and took a steadying breath. She picked up Ivan and
held him in front of her chest. A moment later he had transformed into a lacy
red bra wrapped tight around her breasts. The metallic body had attenuated Ivan's
sense of touch, but the soft cloth body he now possessed did the opposite. He could
feel every square millimeter of contact he had with the unbelievably sexy blond who
now wore him. The incredible softness of her skin, the radiant heat of her body
that filled his own within moments, the scent of her, the weight and pressure of
her heavy breasts pressing down and out, stretching his thin body, all the sensations
overwhelmed him. Lacey could feel grip she held on Ivan's soul deepen even further
as his body wrapped around her hypnotic breasts. She could reach all the way into
the core of his soul now. The power she held over him was total. She held his mind
in the claws of her magic though she was keeping a light reign. She had reshaped his
body as she chose. Now she even held sway over his soul.

She lifted Sasha off the table and brought him to her crotch. A moment later he was
wrapped around her hips as a pair of gossamer thin lacy red boy shorts. Being pulled
tight against her booty did similar things to the second assassin, and Lacey hadn't
even finished adjusting him before his soul settled fully into her grasp. She pulled
her pants back on and used her transformation magic to pull them tight around her buttocks
and thighs, though she left the waist a bit loose so that she could more easily tuck in
her shirt. She buttoned the shirt back up, enjoying the way she had to press her breasts
together to get the buttons to close. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror.
The blond vixen looking back at her oozed sex appeal in a way that made her feel powerful.
Despite that, she still felt powerless in the face of her current situation.

She walked out of the bathroom, "Ok, I'm ready."

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Lacey was acutely aware of her underwear as she walked onto the train platform. The
two men's lust for her hadn't abated in the slightest as they got used to the sensation
of being worn by the sexy young witch. In fact, it seemed that every jiggle and quake
of her breasts brought Ivan's soul more firmly into her grasp. Every time her meaty
ass cheeks rubbed back and forth over one another as she took a step Sasha fell further
under her sway. Their minds and magic were firmly in her grasp, so none of the dour
looking policemen on the platform should be able to detect their unique magical signatures,
but Lacey still felt a thrill of fear run through her. Trying to escape the full might of
a modern state that was actively looking for fugitives she had turned into lingerie definitely
did not fit into the policy of keeping her head down that Lacey was trying to maintain.

Her pulse was racing as she stepped from the platform to her train car and found her
seat, but once she had stowed her bags and settled in she could feel herself calming
down. The train lurched into motion without incident, and a few minutes later a
conductor started making his way through the car. Oddly, Lacey felt at ease as she
handed him her ticket. She normally did her best to suppress her succubus powers, but
with two men wrapped around her curves she had no choice but to keep the entirety of
her demonic affinity active. It meant she could feel the way his lust spiked at the
sight of her and directly sense the way her hefty bosom was making him eager to
get on her good side. He wasn't about to give her any trouble.

She took out the biography of Elijah Fern, the heavenly mage who had conquered most
of Silamore half a millennium ago. It was the calamity of Elijah's conquest that had
taught the people of Silamore to slaughter young heavenly and hellish mages alike.
Before that, hellish mages had been the only ones consistently on the chopping block.
Reading about the way that Elijah had converted people to his cause en-mass with
heavenly light, only to send them into battle as ill trained an ill equipped human
shields for his more hardened troops, Lacey could understand why people were so
scarred. She might not have the raw power of someone like Elijah or the Demon King,
but after the way she had hypnotized the two assassins so effortlessly she even
found herself a little scary.

Every time the train jostled and shook Lacey's massive udders jiggled and quaked,
keeping them in constant motion. The sensation of the young blond's breasts moving
wore away at Ivan, bringing his soul and magic deeper and deeper under Lacey's
grasp until after 20 minutes or so there was a noticeable difference in the size
of the outer magical layer surrounding Ivan and Sasha's souls. Lacey had taken most
of the magic from both of them to make them harder to detect, but the greater dominance
afforded by her jostling bust meant that Ivan had been stripped down to just the barest
kernel of his soul. If she took any more, he would disappear. *Whoops, didn't mean to
do that,* she thought, but the realization caused her nipples to stiffen and the heat
to build between her legs. Now that her attention was on the two men helplessly wrapped
around her assets she observed as the building heat at her womanhood caused a similar
process to occur for Sasha. She flexed her glutes a few times to see if it further
accelerated things. It wasn't long before Sasha had joined his fellow revolutionary
in becoming nothing but the smallest kernel of a soul.

Lacey hadn't turned a page for ten minutes, she was so focused on the interplay between
her powers and her passengers, when there was a sharp rap on her compartment door.
She stood up and slid it open. The conductor stood next two a tall, slim man wearing
the distinctive white cloak of the Gerbrousk cabal. The conductor said something
in Gerbrousk.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Lacey replied in Peran.

The conductor opened his mouth to reply, but the cabalist placed a white gloved hand
on his arm to quiet him and spoke in passable Nivin, "Is Nivin better? Yes? He was
just introducing me and explaining that I've requisitioned a seat on this train
due to an urgent matter of national security." She could sense the lust from
both of them and knew it would make them less suspicious.

The conductor said something else in Gerbrousk and scribbled something on his
note pad before tearing it off and handing it to Lacey. "He says that you
can show this to the ticket office for compensation since you booked a private
compartment."

"Isn't there any other car you can stay?"

The cabalist shook his head, "I'm afraid I'm not the only one shoving into a private
car on this train. You'll hardly notice I'm there," he gave her a winning smile.
He really must have meant it or her demonic powers would have shooed him along.

"All right," Lacey stepped back to let him in. She could feel her pulse racing as
the terror of being so close to an actual cabalist built. She was glad she had
been playing around with her succubus powers and had made her passengers as
hard to detect as possible without actually consuming them.

"I'm really terribly sorry to, umm," he seemed to fumble about for a word for a bit,
muttering in Gerbrousk under his breath, "cause trouble like this Miss..." he raised
his eyebrows in an unspoken request to complete the sentence with her name.

"Lacey Metz, would Peran be better?" the cabalist couldn't help but notice that
the voluptuous blond's voice was every bit as sexy as the rest of her.

He switched smoothly, "Yes, I'm afraid my Nivin isn't perfect."

"Well it's better than my Gerbrousk," she smiled. "You said you're on national security
business. Can you say more or will I just have to assume this is about the interior
minister?"

"Oh no there's no secret. We're looking for the killers, in fact I should ask if you've
seen two men, about average height, one blond, one with brown hair. They were last
seen in brown and gray overcoats."

Lacey furrowed her brow and looked up, "Ummm, no I don't think so, but they might have
walked right under my nose for all I know. There are so many people on a train platform
you know?" The lie came out smoothly, with the ease of someone who had been lying about
her nature since she hit puberty and came into her magic.

"I figured as much. You don't mind if I do a magical scan of you just to be sure they
haven't hitched a ride on an unsuspecting passenger?"

"That-that can happen? Oh my!" Lacey gasped, "Of course, I don't want some sort of- of
terrorist clinging to me like a tick! What would that even look like?"

"They would likely have transformed into a small object like a coin or a watch and
then had an accomplice plant it on your person. Don't worry, it's very unlikely,
I just want to be sure."

"Still, that's a creepy idea, so please do."

The cabalist turned to root through his bag and as soon as he did so, Lacey turned her
focus to the two men stretched over her abundant curves. Terror coursed through her
veins like caged lightning, but there was also a building rage at the fact that she
had been put in this position by revolutionaries she didn't really agree with. Really
it was Elaine she hated, but the whole underground had conspired to put her there.
It didn't take her long to decide that saving her own skin was more important than
the lives of a couple of terrorists and assassins. She had already stripped off so
much of their magic that pulling the tiny kernels of their souls into her own much
larger magical core was easy. It felt so natural. As their souls were consumed by
her own, a flood of pleasure hit her, centered in her sex. She did her best to
control it, but she must have let out an involuntary gasp because the cabalist
looked up, "are you alright?"

Lacey realized she had also allowed her control to slip because a flicker of unshaped
magic had escaped. If the cabalist had been paying close attention it could be
disastrous, but fortunately he didn't seem to have noticed. Magic generally followed
the aspect of its owner when released unshaped, so Lacey's little emission seemed to
have shifted the neckline of her top down far enough to hint at cleavage without
actually revealing any. "Y-yeah, sorry, just nervous, umm when you look for it,
will you be able to see through my clothes?"

He cleared his throat and the mask of his professionalism slipped. Lacey could
feel his desire spike, and her own body respond as the arousal from consuming
the assassin's souls settled in. "Well, ummm, in a sense, I'll mostly be looking
for magical signatures, but... if you would prefer I could find a woman to perform
the search."

"Oh, no, I was just curious, and I don't want to make more work for you," Lacey
stood up, "like you said, you're only looking for magical signatures, right."

"Ahem, right," this girl really was sex incarnate. As she loomed over him he
was suddenly extremely aware of her body. She was all tight silk, blond hair,
and heaving chest. Her beauty overwhelmed him until his experience briefly became
a jumble of disjoint perceptions. Lacey could feel him falling deeper under
her sway.

"Ummm, sir?" Lacey asked after a moment, "have you finished scanning me? You
want me to turn?" she raised her hands above her head and spun slowly before
him, presenting her body in profile and then pointing her back to him espousing
him to a bulging bubble butt every bit as delectable as her heavy bust.

He cleared his throat. He hadn't actually started scanning her when she spoke,
but managed to open his third eye by the time she was turning away from her.
Her magic was expertly suppressed and possessed a strange flavor that made it
hard for him to place her aspect. A less talented practitioner would likely
have missed it, but the rock steady level at which she held her magic in
suppression indicated a startling level of control. She was clearly a powerful
mage. He didn't detect any indication of magic that could contain hitchhikers
on her. There was a faint echo of masculine magic on her undergarments, but
that was likely just from an encounter with a lover.

"Alright, you can sit down now. There's nothing to worry about."

"Thank you, ummm, remind me your name again?"

"I think I actually neglected to introduce myself, I'm Vesuli Manovitch.
You can just call me Vesuli."

"Oh, well, thank you for checking me. Imagine a terrorist sneaking a ride on
me. What a horrid thought." Lacey shuddered artfully.

"Yes, well, nothing to worry about now. If you don't mind me saying, you have
remarkable control. You must be an accomplished mage. If you were a Gerbrouskan
I might even be trying to get you to join the cabal." He smiled at her.

"Oh you have such a silver tongue Vesuli! I'm afraid you'd be barking up the
wrong tree. I've never had a head for spell. I have good control because I'm
a Samsam dancer, but that's really the extent of my magical talents," she
lied.

"A Samsam dancer?" the idea of this bombshell writing in the famously sensual
dance set Vesuli heart racing. "I imagine you are very popular."

A lazy grin spread across Lacey's face, "you haven't even seen me dance. What
makes you think I'm popular?"

"Any dancer as radiant as you would have to be,"

"Careful, if you keep saying nice things, I might have to forgive you for
barging into my compartment," she purred.

"Oh, well, we wouldn't want that, would we? I'll try to be a better dour
cabalist on the hunt."

"Mmmmmm, I don't know if you can pull it off. The uniform is right, but you
have the wrong eyes for it," Lacey smiled. The arousal from absorbing Ivan
and Sasha had continued to build, and she needed an outlet.

"What do you mean?"

"Your eyes don't look hard enough." She leaned forward as if to get a better
look, "they're too kind."

Vesuli wondered how she could think so, after the things he had done for his
country. The girl's naivety that any cabalist might have kind eyes made her
seem innocent in a way that contrasted with the overwhelming sensuality of
her body. "They are?"

"Yes." She stood up and moved over towards him noting the way his eyes locked
onto her breasts. She smirked. When Lacey wanted someone, she got them. With
her demonic aspect woken up, he didn't have a chance of resisting her.
Leaning down, she curled a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to face
hers. "I've never hooked up with a cabalist before you know."

Vesuli's mouth went dry, "well-"

She cut him off with a finger pressed against his lips, "shut up." She straddled
him, the heat in her loins burning through their clothes to warm his abdomen.
"Make sure no one bothers us."

Vesuli muttered a quick spell and a magical lock settled on the door to their
compartment. He thought briefly of Natalia, his fiance, but the overwhelming
sex appeal of this Nivin Samsam dancer quickly chased the thought away.

"Thanks," Lacey leaned down and took his earlobe between her incisors. Vesuli
let out a startled gasp at the sudden nip. There was definitely nothing innocent
about this girl. Lacey chuckled at the involuntary noise, "see a hardened
cabalist wouldn't startle so easily." She knew, on some level, that this was
a terrible idea, but she couldn't bring herself to stop.

She pulled back and began unbuckling his pants. His cock was iron hard when
she freed it, and as her elegant hand settled around his shaft she could feel
the control afforded by her awakened aspect crystallize into a dominance bond forming.
She undid her own pants and slid them down around her ankles, letting what was
left of Sasha drop to puddle on the floor with them. Stepping forward she
straddled Vesuli, sliding her hands up the back of his head to squish his
face into her massive chest. As she did so, she could feel him twitch and spasm
beneath her. She was used to the sight of her breasts drawing involuntary orgasms
from people, but the feel of them got the job done even more reliably. Lacey
wasn't worried. She knew he wasn't going soft.

With a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a gasp, Lacey slid down onto
his shaft and began grinding and humping. Vesuli worked the buttons of her top
loose and she shrugged out of it once he was finished. He kneaded her breasts
together in her bra for a few moments, clearly in awe of their size and perfection.
Lacey realized he was too fixated on her knockers to finish the job, so she reached
back and unhooked Ivan, slipping out of the once-conscious garment and letting her
boobs bounce free. At the sight of her perfect jugs he came once again, gasping
and clutching at her while she continued to mercilessly pound away. When he recovered,
Vesuli began sucking on her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through Lacey's body.
Despite the urge to let down her milk, Lacey held it back out of long habit, not
wanting to betray her demonic nature. Lacey rode him hard, dominating him physically
as well as magically. She pinned his arms to the wall, lacing her fingers through
his and shoving her boobs forward to engulf his face. He struggled to breath at
times, and when he tried to bring his arms away from the wall to help make a
little breathing space, she kept them pinned firmly in place. Lacey had always
been physically strong, but after consuming Ivan and Sasha she felt stronger than usual.

Eventually, Lacey's pleasure built to the point where she crested over an
orgasm, and as she did, she released the hold she had on Vesuli's orgasm,
letting him join her in pleasure. Afterwards, she pulled back slightly and
grinned down at the disheveled cabalist beneath her. He was looking thoroughly
shell shocked, an expression she was used to seeing in her lovers. "Well, now
I have."

"Have what?"

"Hooked up with a cabalist," she giggled, booping him on the nose with a
finger, "although it's still a while till we get to the border, so who
knows, I might get another opportunity." Vesuli found that he liked the
idea of that very much.

Lacey eased off his dick and muttered a quick spell to clean them up. It was
only then that Vesuli noticed the birth control charm set in a belly button
piercing. He had missed it in his earlier scan since she had already turned
to the side by the time he opened his third eye. He hadn't even been thinking
about that when she came onto him, but seeing it was a relief.

Lacey pulled her panties back on, bending over at the waist and letting her
heavy udders sway and jiggle beneath her. She made no effort to tone down the
sensual, almost feline grace with which she naturally moved, something she
normally did to avoid drawing extra attention, but with which she felt comfortable
dispensing with when dancing or in the bedroom. At the sight, Vesuli's railspike
erection throbbed. Lacey straightened up, leaving her pants on the floor as she sat
back down across from him. Vesuli picked up her bra, intending to hand it to him,
but once he was holding it in his hands the size of the massive cups arrested him.
They were just so huge. A single one was large enough that he would be swimming in
it if he tried using it as a hat.

Lacey smirked at the goggling mage. It wasn't the first time a man had short
circuited after picking up one of her bras. She jumped forward and shoved the
bra cup he was holding forward to wrap around his face. "Look how your tiny
little head can't even fill up my bra cup," she giggled.

"I don't think it is that my head is tiny," the cabalist said, his voice muffled
by the lace pressing into his lips.

"Well, what else could it be?"

"You're a, a very full figured woman."

Lacey giggled, "that's certainly one way of putting it."

Pressed up against her bra, Vesuli could sense that strange note of male magic
again. Becoming curious, he once again opened his third eye. It was definitely
something more than just a faint echo left by contact with another man. "There's
something strange about your bra."

"You mean that it's big enough to fit these," she cupped her naked boobs, "yeah,
not many bras are."

"No, I mean, something magical, it's hard to place, but..." he trailed off, coming
to a realization. Lacey sensed it through the dominance bond, and in a sudden
panic, grabbed hold of the bond with vicious strength and held him in place.

She used the bond to read his surface thoughts, and saw that the jig was up.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck. Lacey you stupid whore," she hissed to herself.
"What do I do? Fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuck." Taking a few deep breaths, she
did nothing for several long minutes, just held Vesuli in place, transfixed
by her bosom. The other Gerbrouskan officers on the train were not rushing to
his rescue. He had not managed to get a message out.

Her succubus magic might be undetectable to ordinary mages, but if she reprogrammed
him and let him go, they would probably catch on eventually. They wouldn't be able
to detect the magic that was twisting his mind, but a skilled psychic mage would
be able to notice unusual patterns in his thoughts. "Alright Vesuli, if you're so
interested in my bra, it's time for you to find out how I got it." Slowly, every
so slowly to avoid emitting enough magic to alert anyone, she transformed him into
a pale green lace bra. Her control was good enough that she likely could have
gotten away with a faster transformation, but she didn't want to risk it.
When she was done, she picked up the cabalist and settled him around her
breasts, reaching behind herself to hook him in place. She pulled her
silk shirt back on and sat back down.

Just as with Ivan before him, every little jostle and shake of the train that
traveled into Lacey's bosom peeled off a bit more magic. He was a lot stronger
than either Ivan or Sasha had been, but he was steadily worn down all the same.
Lacey's arousal, which had abated a bit after her seduction of Vesuli, grew
steadily hotter as she consumed his magic. Her mana pool swelled steadily.
She was now well into the territory of being strong enough that only a demonic
or angelic mage could match her. The knowledge that she was making no real
effort to consume the man wrapped around her breasts, only allowing her overwhelming
sex appeal to grind down his magic, made Lacey's nipples stiffen and loins burn.
She had always been a take charge kind of girl in bed, and this level of sexual
dominance over someone was utterly delectable. She found it didn't really bother
her that she was consuming someone's soul. She had been afraid so long, it felt
good to just relax into her demonic essence.

She was still afraid of all the Gerbrouskan agents, but they had no reason to
enter her compartment. If anyone asked her where Vesuli had gone, she would just
say that he stepped out saying he had somewhere important to be. He hadn't
detected Ivan's remains until they were stretched over his face, and while
there was still a lot more of Vesuli's essence, her udders were rapidly
gobbling him up. She slid her hands over the tight silk of her shirt, squeezing
and kneading her tits to hasten his disappearance. She was getting down to the
core of his magic now. It wouldn't be long before her soul began to fold around
his and gobble him up for good. She let her claws unsheathe from beneath her
shiny red nails, and dragged them slowly backwards over the soft flesh of
her bosom.

She bit her lip when she felt the sudden surge in her mana pool that signified
she was consuming his soul. Stealing his magic had stretched her mana pool, but
stolen magic was only temporary. His soul was the source of his power, and when it
was added to her own, she would permanently become a stronger witch. As before,
the process of consuming him was making her incredibly horny. This time, she resolved
not to look for release at least until she was back in Nivin. One cabalist disappearing
could maybe be overlooked, but if anyone else disappeared in the same way, they were
sure to grow suspicious, and gobbling Vesuli up felt so nice that she wasn't sure she
would be able to stop herself from doing the same to someone else, even if they
didn't make it necessary by discovering her. She could see now the type of monster
her aspect was pushing her to become. The idea of becoming a darkly sensual queen,
gobbling up conquests night after night to grow ever stronger had an unsettling
appeal. She knew it was evil, but when she was this horny it was a little hard to
care.

Once Vesuli completely disappeared and her soul had completely subsumed his own,
she continued focusing on the bra he had become, trying to detect the final trace
that had let him notice Ivan. It took her almost an hour, but she finally thought
she detected it. That long with her third eye open had left her with a headache,
so she closed her eyes and allowed herself a short rest before trying to figure
out how to finish the job. She had almost given up and decided to turn in for
the night when she figured it out, and wicked away the very last bit of magic
clinging to her underwear. She picked up the bra that used to be Ivan and did
the same to it.


When they got to the border, she was worried the guards would wonder where Vesuli
went, but they didn't even mention him. The two young men to came to her compartment
were too busy trying to figure out how they could make sure the young blond vixen
had the very best possible experience to do much more than glance at her passport.
Keeping her demonic aspect unsuppressed was like living life on easy mode.
When she got off the train in Nivin, the Gerbrouskan agents were nowhere to be found.

The smart thing to do would have been to collect her money from the bank and
head straight down to the harbor to book a cheap ticket on a ship to Vernia,
but on her way to the bank Lacey succumbed to the rage that had been building
steadily since Elaine forced her to smuggle the two silent hand assassins out
of Gerbrousk. Really it had been building longer than that. The entire time that
Elaine had blackmailed her into socialism she had hated being used. Now, before
she fled the continent of Silamore, she wanted to leave the underground a
parting gift. There was a practical aspect to this too. Once she fled, Elaine
could spill her secret. It was said that demonic mages could live semi-openly
on the great expansive Vernian frontier, but if the cabals of Silamore sent
hunters to Vernia, the Vernian government would do nothing to protect her.

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They picked her up on the way home in a horseless carriage. The new machines were
still rare. Fifty years ago, strong earth mages were the only ones who could move carts
of any size without horses, but new technology was changing that. Nivin wasn't as
modern as Yland, the birthplace of the industrial revolution, but it was much
more developed than Gerbrousk. Still, the carriage was a sign of wealth, a reminder
that though the coffeehouse intellectuals of the underground spoke of being a
proletarian revolution, most of them were children of the middle or upper middle
class.

"Where are they?" Peter Hull asked, his voice tense. All four of the International
Democratic Socialist cadres in the carriage looked on edge, as if
cabalists might swoop down on them at any moment.

"I'll show you at the safe house, now's not the time. Shove over." She hip
checked Peter deeper into back seat of the carriage, shutting the door
behind her.

"Did you have any trouble at the border?" Ginny asked.

"Not now," Lacey turned to look out the window of the carriage. She watched the
streets of Malendam pass for what was likely one of the last times in her
life. She felt a sudden surge of melancholy at the coming loss, but it didn't
last long before it was once more subsumed by simmering rage at the whole
dissident left.

The safe house was a third floor apartment in the slums. Ben Rey had a key around
his neck. "Ok, where are they? Elaine said you had them transformed on your
person?" Peter asked.

"Well, we tried coins first, but it made their magical signature too obvious.
I had to spread them out more, so I turned them into my underwear."

"You, umm, your underwear?" Peter repeated in a stunned voice. All four of
the young cadres immediately began wondering what it would be like to be
stretched over Lacey Metz's divine curves. Lacey could already feel them
falling under her sway.

"Yeah, here let me take them off and show you," Lacey began unbuttoning her
shirt. Each button that she popped exposed more pale cleavage. Soon the bra
that used to be Vesuli became visible.

"Y-you're just gonna, right h-here?" Ginny stammered. The sight of Lacey's
perfect body made her feel like a toad by comparison. Despite that, a large
part of her wanted Lacey to keep going. She had never been interested in women
before meeting the radiant blond Metz sister, and had yet to meet another women
who got her engines running since, but when she had sexual dreams the impossibly
busty blue eyed witch dominated them.

"Yeah, it's not like I have anything to be ashamed of," Lacey chuckled. There
was no way their minds could wriggle out of her grip by now.

She finished taking off her shirt and released the spell that pulled in her
silk pants to cling tight to her legs. Bending down she slid them off, throwing
a shimmy in her shoulders that set her jugs swaying as she did so. She smirked
when she heart Ginny let out an involuntary gasp as she came. She could hear
similar noises from the boys, and knew that stains were likely spreading
at their crotches. "Mmmmm, they make pretty good underwear don't you think.
It's so hard to shop for a figure like mine, it's a shame I don't get to keep
them, don't you think?" Without having made any real effort, they were all
fully under her sway. "I tell you what, before I change them back, why
don't I show you how I did it." She reached back and let Vesuli's remains
pop free, sliding him down over her arms and then pushing Sasha's remains
slowly down her legs.

"I turned Ivan into a bra just like this," she strutted over to a dumbstruck
Ben Rey and took him by the chin. A moment later, she was fitting a red
plunge bra over her massive melons, "and Sasha like this," she grabbed Ginny
by the hand and stepped into the matching red panties the other girl became.
"I wouldn't want to leave you two out," she turned Peter into a sheath red
silk dress with a large keyhole that revealed a foot of cleavage and left
the whole tops of her breasts bare. "Zip me up," she commanded, presenting
her back to Mikey Rey. As soon as he finished she took his hand and shrugged
on a high cropped jacket that hung off the shelf of her bosom, emphasizing
its size. It covered the outer slopes of her pale mounds, but was unable to
close in order to hide her cleavage. Already, Lacey could feel her new clothes
giving up a steady stream of magic.

She picked up her discarded underwear and stuffed it between her boobs.
Her transformation magic and some advanced dimension shifting spellwork
made her cleavage bigger on the inside, so there was plenty of space.
Until now, she hadn't wanted to use the ability because it would make
her strength and skill too apparent. Strutting out of the apartment,
Lacey smiled tightly to herself. She had roughly a week to prepare
before Elaine returned and there was lots to do. She had been dancing
professionally for less than a year, but already she had a great many
extremely wealthy admirers. She would have to see how many of them were
willing to sponsor a trip to Perath, not that she would
be headed in that direction.

===================================================================================

Elaine hurried the four blocks from the tram stop to the safe house where
she was supposed to meet the Rey brothers and to see if Ivan and Sasha
had made it. She hadn't heard anything from them, and the one IDS cadre
she had bumped into since getting back to Malendam hadn't heard from any
of them. She also hadn't heard anything from her sister in the week since
Lacey had gotten on the train out of Gerbrousk. Lacey was a bit of a ditz,
but even she knew how to work speaking stones, and she certainly had the
strength to do it. Every time Elaine had channeled magic into the little
moonstone that was a bonded pair with one Lacey kept, she had been unable
to make the connection.

She hesitated outside the building. Maybe they had all been swept up by
the police. She would have to risk it. This was the first action of real
import she had organized, and she had to know what had happened.

Ben Rey opened the door. "Hey Elaine, get inside," he hissed, his eyes
darting to the side.

"What happened?" as Elaine asked the question, Ben's eyes turned blue.

"I did," Ben shifted his body flowing to become Lacey in half a second.
Elaine found that she couldn't stop looking up at Lacey's big blue
eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You've held my aspect over me for so long," Lacey raised a hand, her
claws fully extended, and ran the razor sharp tip down Elaine's cheek,
just lightly enough to avoid breaking skin. "You love to talk about
how eastern imperialism makes slaves of the world proletariat, and the
whole time you've been doing the same thing. You've been making me a
slave for the revolution, always threatening me with exactly the same
cabal that you say you hate so much. Well, on the train out of
Gerbrousk I realized that if I kept submitting to your threats you
were going to get me killed. You don't care about me. You don't
care about your sister. I've always just been a weapon to you. You
don't even see me as human. I'm just a demon witch, a beast or a
tool."

"That's not true Lacey. I thought you wanted justice for the proletariat!
Don't you want to fight imperialism?"

Lacey laughed, "I want to live Elaine! I just want to live! I want to
go someplace where I won't be hunted because of what I am. That's all
I want. I don't want to be mentioned in history books. It's never good
when someone like me is!"

"What- what did you do?"

"A cabalist came into my compartment. I was worried he would detect
Ivan and Sasha, so I ate them."

"A-ate?"

"I consumed their souls. Demon mages are supposed to be rock the foundation
of nations right? I always thought I didn't have what it takes to do something
as ambitious as Elijah Fern, but I guess this is how a succubus mage becomes
strong enough to lay waste to armies on her own. I guess the cabalists are
right to want to hunt me down after all. Especially because after I ate
Ivan and Sasha, I fucked the cabalist and then I ate him to. It turns out
I like consuming peoples souls." She grinned.

Elaine went white, "A-are you gonna eat my soul."

"Mmmmmm, incest isn't really my thing, and besides, I've got different plans for
you. After all, who but an assistant to the central committee can help the Nivin cabal
roll up the whole International Democratic Socialist Party?"

"N-no, Lacey, do what you want to me, but leave the party out of it. The- the
revolution must continue."

Lacey smiled darkly, "you know, I've always had my doubts about socialism. It seems
like taking all the property away from the people who know how to build factories
and chopping off their heads might not be the best way to establish an mode of
production capable of vast abundance. Besides, if it weren't for those nasty
capitalist, who would have the money to spend on attempting to get the attention
of their favorite Samsam dancer?" Lacey had been even more successful than expected
in convincing a large number of her very wealthy fans to donate for her upcoming
trip. Of course none of them had know that they were not the only ones donating
or that she was going to Vernia not Perath.

"You, you can't mean that."

"Oh, but I very much do. Bye forever Elaine!" Lacey turned on her heel and walked
out the door. By the time it closed, Elaine found that she didn't know who she had
just been talking to. Without really knowing why, she walked over to a small
writing desk in the corner of the room, picked up a waiting pen and began
to write, starting with a title: The Crimes of the International Democratic
Socialist Party.

She stayed awake all night, writing nearly everything she knew about IDS
and the whole underground in excruciating detail. She wrote and wrote,
filling up page after page. Her hand cramped horribly, but whatever compulsion
was making her do this would not allow her to stop.

At half past three the following day, she finally put down the pen, calmly
collected the loose stack of papers that had formed beside her, slid them into
a folder that someone had helpfully set out beside her, and headed for the door.
She hailed a cab and rode it to the headquarters of the Nivin National Police.
She walked inside, plopped the folder on the desk of the startled officer
manning the front desk, and walked outside. The officer made a few noises
of protest, but then picked up the folder and started reading. His eyebrows
grew progressively higher as he scanned the first couple of pages. In a
sudden hurry, he dropped the folder and ran out from behind the desk to
try to chase the girl who had dropped it off down. By the time he caught up
with her, her head was already encased in the heavy stone block of an
apartment build wall. It was a classic method of suicide for a sufficiently
strong earth mage, and though the officer was an earth mage himself, the
girl had died by the time he managed to get her head out.

By the time the Nivin National Police realized the extent of the intelligence
windfall they had just received, Lacey was already on a boat to Vernia,
looking forward to a new life of freedom.
