Bloom gave another thrust into her reborn, elder sister's willing pussy. The blonde beneath her moaned in pleasure, nibbling on her mistress' neck.

"Ahh mistress." Daphne gasped out between her moans. Bloom recaptured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss as their tongues fought for dominance between them, Daphne's quickly submitting to Bloom's. Daphne moaned as she came for a third time. The kiss broke and Daphne found herself latching onto her mistress' neck, her fangs biting right into her mistress' neck, drawing blood from her and eagerly drinking it, too lost in the moment to realise what she was doing as she eagerly drank the sweet blood of her mistress.

Bloom's eyes snapped open wide, pleasure thundering through her as her sister turned slave hungrily drank her blood; feeding upon her while Bloom herself fed on Daphne's lust. She felt her pussy start to gush as her slave forcefully drank from her, until Bloom's hand shot up, ensnaring her slave's neck, tearing her from her neck and slamming her back on the ground, ignoring the rather pleasurable feeling of her blood slowly running from her neck, down and over her breast, over her hard nipples. This wasn't how it worked, Daphne was her slave, her instincts screamed at her to reassert her dominance and make it abundantly clear she wasn't a juice box for her.

She rose to her feet before slamming her barefoot on Daphne's neck, the slave gasped in pain, and surprise, and a hint of pleasure and yet she made no attempt to gasp for air. Bloom ignored this.

"Listen and listen closely slave, you are mine, my possession, my toy, your purpose is to serve me, that is the reason you exist...I am not your food!" Bloom spat, her eyes still black as ebony.

"Of course mistress...my apologies...please punish me for my actions." Daphne begged.

"Oh you will be punished." Bloom sneered, lifting her other foot off the ground, placing all her weight on Daphne's neck, feeling a sense of pleasure at the power she held, watching Daphne's eyes widen in pain, she positioned her other foot above Daphne's face.

"Kiss it." She instructed and she did, Daphne inched as close as she could, pursing her lips and bestowing several small kisses to Bloom's sole, even extending her tongue and claiming a small taste, Bloom slammed her foot atop Daphne's face, breaking her nose, she lifted her foot, taking note of the blood covering her face.

"I did not say lick." She scolded, a small smirk playing on her lips as her mind began to realise her slave found pleasure in every aspect of serving her, even cleaning her feet with her tongue, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Here, lick your putrid blood from my feet slave!" Bloom spat.

Daphne did so, her tongue slithering out and past her lips once again and caressing the dirty and bloodied sole of her mistress, relishing in the cocktail of flavours, the dirt, her blood with a hint of her mistress' sweat. She moaned with each drop she licked off Bloom's sole, with each drop she drank she felt the pain of her mistress' stomp subside, her nose repairing itself.

Bloom gave her a smirk before feeling her own neck, tracing her fingers over the blood before bringing them under her gaze, analysing the blood that coated them.

'I thought succubuses didn't drink blood.' Bloom mused to herself, recalling the feeling, the sensation of the bite as Daphne's fangs had pierced her flesh and began to drain her. She glanced back down at Daphne who had finished her meal.

"Good now remember your place!" Bloom stated, continuing to pin her down under her foot flames erupted in front and around her.

"I will mistress. I will. I know you own me. My mind, body and soul, it all belongs to you. I belong to you. I am your slave the dirt beneath your feet." She moaned in a submissive tone. The sound of an orgasmic scream soared through the air and caused Bloom to recall the other three who had accompanied her.

Layla released another groan as she finished up with the two witches turned slaves, Bloom licked her lips.

"Layla could you come here please?" She called, Layla quickly finished what she was doing and rushed to Bloom's side, seeing Daphne held down beneath her foot as Bloom continued to stand upon her neck with a single foot raised from the ground. Layla mentally questioned the scene before her, what had happened?

Bloom took hold of her chin and pulled her into a passionate kiss, once they separated Daphne glanced back down at Daphne as did Bloom.

"Layla, my wife along with the rest of the Winx, they all own you as well as I, you are not allowed to treat them like you did me. Got it?!" Bloom spat before lowering her hand and allowing her blood coated finger to enter Layla's pussy as she slowly stated to finger the mocha skinned succubus, causing Layla's penis to become erect once again.

"Now, pleasure her." Bloom command, her tone carrying authority and power, such command that it made Daphne shiver in ecstasy, she was almost disappointed when Bloom stepped off of her neck. Daphne didn't waste any time, she leapt from the ground, falling to her knees before Layla and gave Layla's pussy a couple of licks, tasting the sweet mixture of Bloom's blood, Layla's pussy and the cum of the other two slaves before taking in her cock.

She inserted the cock into her mouth, not stopping until her lips met its base, she didn't even gag when the Layla hit the back of her throat. She then proceeded to insert three fingers into Layla's pussy, the succubus in question gasped in pleasure as Daphne began to pull her head back before driving it forward once again, her tongue teasing the entire length of the erection as she furiously fingered the sopping wet cunt of her mistress' wife.

While true none of her mistress' partners would ever compare to her Daphne would never disappoint her, she was ordered to treat them as she would Bloom and she would do so, she was their slave, she existed to serve them, to pleasure them, to be whatever they wished, from a slut, to a dildo to even a doormat.

Her pace hastened and soon she drove Layla to a dual orgasm, cum filled her mouth and gushed out of Layla's pussy, coating Daphne's hand and lower arms but she didn't stop, she continued, milking the cock and drinking its nectar as her fingers continued to pleasure Layla's pussy, and soon the cock was hard once again, she inserted a fourth finger into Layla's twat, then a fifth and soon her entire fist was inside the succubus. She continued to pleasure her mistress' wife and she would do so until she was ordered to stop, ignoring her own pussy screaming for release as her own love juice pooled around her knees.

The remaining two slaves remained in their place, watching on as Bloom walked up to them before her hands shot out, taking hold of them both before dragging them to their feet and engaging them a passionate kiss, feeding on their lust, her neck healing up.

"I see why Layla was satisfied with you both." Bloom smirked before slapping both their bare naked asses. "Good my slaves need to be able to satisfy us." She continued before pushing the redhead over.

"Please." The girl begged, tears starting to gather in her eyes, Bloom shut her up with a single snap of her fingers, a red ball gag materialising.

"Don't speak. You haven't earned the right to even say your name yet! At the moment you are worth less than the dirt beneath my toes." Bloom spat before straddling her and thrusting into the redhead's cunt, hard and savagely.

Layla released another moan, her eyes rolling back as she came yet again, she turned her gaze down towards the blonde servicing her.

"Enough foreplay!" Layla screamed to her. Daphne stopped as Layla tossed the light skin blonde down and lined up over her pussy. "I want the main course," Layla cried out in an almost maniacal tone, a seductive smile spreading across her face as she thrusted into the blonde's twat. Layla tossed her head back, screaming in lust. Daphne moaned as Layla entered her hard and fast, before biting into Daphne's neck hard.

Layla gasped as she felt Daphne's fangs pierce her neck and begin to slowly drink her blood, the sensation of euphoria spreading throughout her veins, she felt her mind starting to cloud with lust, she began to lose herself in the sensation, she came, her cum slowly leaking out around her cock from within Daphne's pussy.

Daphne released Layla's neck, throwing her head back, two streams of blood flowing down her chin and down her neck, her pussy gushing as she, her cum mixing with Layla's, both unaware that Bloom had noticed their climax while making use of her redheaded slave, making a mental note to punish Daphne and to extra demeaning of her...maybe she could turn her into a bug and 'play' with her for a while or make her an actual toy...maybe she should just keep it simple, some whipping and worshiping, oh so many ideas and so little time. Bloom smirked as she came inside her slave; she turned back to the redhead.

"Now remember this slut, you are my slave, you have no name, no rights, nothing, if I choose it I could turn you into a pair of panties and you can spend the rest of your days been worn and waiting to be worn, maybe even torn a few times, I could turn you into a doormat so that you'll be ever be reminded of your place as the girls and I wipe our shoes on you...as far as I'm concerned you're nothing!" Bloom spat, her eyes still black, the redhead nodded rapidly, her entire being shaking.

Bloom brought her slender hand down and delivered a rather forceful slap to the redhead's ass before tossing her back down to the ground. She glanced towards the brunette, who at this point was more than a tad fearful of her new mistress, her legs lightly shaking as Bloom's gaze focused upon her slave. Bloom glared at her causing her causing her to tremble and quickly take on a submissive stance, slightly lowering herself, stumbling back from Bloom.

"You're afraid?" Bloom asked with her usual smirk, inching forward slightly, the brunette took a step back.

"Well scary cat you're right to be…at least your smarter than your little friend little kitten." Bloom laughed.

Layla meanwhile, pulled out of the still moaning blonde, laid at her feet , the euphoria from Daphne's bite still fresh in her system and her mind.

'Something's up here…no way that's a succubus thing?' Layla internally mused, while true she had only been a succubus for a short amount of time but she was sure Daphne wasn't supposed to be like this, her bite should not be able to drive her over the edge...especially with her position of a slave.

Bloom approached the duo, the other slaves remaining where their mistress had left them, watching upon them, taking note of the bite marks upon the nape of Layla's neck, blood still slowly seeping from the wounds. Bloom took a step closer to Daphne, her hand shot out and ensnared Daphne's neck and lifted her from the ground and above her head.

"I thought I told you not to drink from us, to use us as your personal juice boxes?!" Bloom spat as increased her grip around Daphne's throat.

"Bloom stop, please." Layla begged.

Bloom turned her glare on Layla and the chocolate skinned succubus felt her legs give out from beneath her, she fell to the floor, her naked rear slamming on the ground, and she winced from the pain.

"Why?" She asked.

"I don't think it was her fault...somethings wrong with her...and she's still your sister." Layla replied, muttering the last part under her breathe, Bloom heard her, she was quiet for a moment before turning her gaze back to her sister, the blonde's eyes were latched on Bloom, a deep scarlet shade, the once whites of her eyes now white...no she was not your average succubus, Bloom noted the blonde's wings, bat-like like her own, sagging, lacking any energy, her tail just hung below her. She was awaiting her punishment like a good slave, her nose blood still decorating the centre of her face, a single stream going over her lips with a small splatter to the left of her face.

"Tell me Daphne..." Bloom began, surprised how odd the name tasted on her tongue and yet right at the same time, "Should I punish you or show leniency until we know why you keep biting?" She continued, Daphne never missed a beat.

"Punish me mistress, I beg you to punish me, I am your slave, your toy...I disobeyed you, please punish me, discipline me...punish me mistress!" Daphne cried out, her voice carrying desire, desperation and lust.

'She really does find pleasure in being punished by me as well as serving me...I guess the question is do I punish her or remind her who's in charge and say no...hmm should I have fun or be nice?' Bloom internally mused.

Bloom hesitated for a moment before lowering her sister back down to ground carefully, allowing her to remain stable, she turned back to Layla, releasing her hold on wife.

"I think you're probably right Layla, something not right here." Bloom sighed before turning back to her sister, "As for you," she began, snapping her wrist and conjuring a black whip within her grip, with a single twist of her wrist the whip snapped across Daphne's ass.

"You're still going to need to be punished but for now… I'm going to be a bit more lenient." She continued, another flick of her wrist and the whip wrapped around Daphne's neck, she gave it a sharp tug causing Daphne to arch forward, she paused briefly to admire the red mark across her behind.

"Now come on, I think it's time I got you three…more appropriately dressed for what I've got in store for you." Bloom stated, her smirk growing as she glanced to the other two, cowering before her. She gave the whip another tug and forced Daphne to follow her, allowing her to stand up straighter with a slight leaning forward, with a snap of her fingers Bloom's clothes returned to her and a set of leashes and collars materialised around the necks of the remaining slaves and forced them to come with her.

Layla sighed to herself as she watched Bloom leave with the slaves, deciding it was time to head back, not wanting to be around Bloom until she calmed down a bit.

'She seems to be getting darker and darker these days.' Layla internally sighed to herself, her form lightly shuddering. Summoning her wings she took to the skies, her clothes materialising around her as she left the ground.

The cool night air felt nice, the cool breeze caressing Layla through her rather light clothing. She basked in the light of the full moon, feeling her strength thriving in the darkness of the night. She was so distracted by the sensations of the breeze and the memories of the events that had just transpired.

'Maybe I'll give Stella a little visit tonight.' Layla mused, internally giggling as she wondered if Bloom would let Stella off of her punishment for a night or even a couple hours, or maybe let her be in charge of her next punishment. She was so distracted she failed to notice the temperature of the air drop rather sharply, even as she shivered and her nipples began to grow hard for reasons other than her mental images.

Below the succubus, concealed in the shadows was the platinum blonde witch who loathed the Winx more than anyone else, she stepped into the light cast by a single street lamp, to the edge of the alley she had hidden herself in when she first saw Layla. A dark smirk spread across her lips as she realised the demon was alone.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy this." She chuckled to herself before extending her hand, lining up for the perfect shot, she fired a single pale blue sphere, it struck Layla's gut, she silently gasped in pain, eyes widening as her jaw dropped, the energy spread quickly, crystals of ice growing upon her until she was encased in a jagged prison of ice, she plummeted to the ground, her prison shattering upon impact, Layla flew off to the side, skidding across the ground, shards of ice slicing open multiple shallow cuts across her body and making multiple incisions upon her clothing, Icy began to approach the succubus, revelling in the sight of the girl trying to get back up to her feet only to only manage to shake and lift herself a couple inches before dropping again. She was so cold, so, so cold.

"I can't believe my luck tonight, capturing one of you little pixies or…is it little demon now?" She laughed. Layla turned her gaze to the witch standing over her, glaring at her, struggling to push herself up only to collapse yet again…damn that bitch was strong.

"I-cy..." She gasped out, her entire form shivering as she cold reached her very core, her hands subconsciously moving her arms over her stomach in a futile attempt to protect herself from the cold.

Meanwhile…

Bloom was leading her slaves through the darker, shadier areas of town, no one dared approach her as her form radiated great concentration of raw dark power, while allowing the girls some form of privacy in that fewer individuals were witness to their little stroll. She stopped. The girls stopped roughly three paces behind her. A sharp jolt. At the back of her mind. She could feel it, the fear, the cold. Someone was reaching out to her. Pleading for her aid. Her wife was in trouble…Layla, she needed her. She sharply tugged the whip and leashes, pulling the trio closer to her.

"Come now!" She yelled, her mind racing.

Icy pushed Layla over with a light kick and glanced over her as the succubus hugged her waist, freezing, shivering. Icy lightly ran her tongue over her teeth, admiring her work, she succubus was helpless.

"It would seem that my old friend has had some fun with you, Bloom's turned you and oh and what is this? Pregnant, perhaps fun was a statement? Who's the father?" Icy mocked as she placed her hands over her.

"No…d-d-don't…you dare!" Layla spat, beginning to fear for the life of her unborn child.

"Oh? And who's going to stop me?" Icy laughed.

A sudden blast of heat struck Icy's lower back, sending her flying forward, over Layla and not stopping until she was a couple feet away from her, her lower back lightly smoking, her attire burned through. She looked up, glaring in the direction the blast had originated. She was met with the sight of Bloom in her Succubus Enchantix form.

Bloom dropped to her knees at Layla's side before gathering her up in her arms, her arms illuminating with a fiery glow, warming her, her magic infiltrating the near frozen body and shooting through her veins with incredible force and speed, her magic reviving her core. Icy attempted to return to her feet only to be forced back down by Daphne and the other two slaves.

"Layla are you ok?" Bloom asked placing her hand onto the girl's stomach, emphasising her concerns.

"Don't worry Bloom, I'll be fine… thanks to you." Layla stuttered, her shivering starting to slow, Bloom offered her a small smile before bestowing her with a chaste kiss to her lips.

"I'm glad…I'm so relieved that no…permanent damage was dealt." Bloom said softly as she lowered her back down to the ground, in a seated position before rising to her full height and approaching Icy, focusing her glare upon her, her demonic aura magnifying as her pupils once again consumed her eyes.

"You can't just stay locked away can you?" She growled, Icy couldn't even speak for fear, Daphne then proceeded to gag the witch with the same ball gag that had been used on her fellow slave. Bloom tore off the witches outfit having, her dark smile growing. She wasn't going to let Icy get away with this, no way in hell was she going to let her walk away unscathed this time, hell she was tempted to set her on fire, or just rape her…show her just how truly powerless she was and maybe afterwards the bitch would be so scarred to even look her way again.

"To your feet!" Bloom snarled, the slaves dragged Icy to her feet, catching her as she nearly collapsed in the process; they restrained her, Daphne pulling her neck back while the others locked her arms in place.

"Now...I'm going to enjoy this Icy, want you to remember that...and that you deserve every second of this." Bloom stated, whispering the final part into her ear, the witch shook in fear. With a flick of her wrist Bloom summoned another whip.

CRACK

The whip sliced across Icy's bare breasts, she gasped in pain, a red mark appearing where the whip had struck her. Bloom paused, noting the audience she was starting to gather, she snapped her fingers and a dome of darkness erupted around the group including Layla, concealing them from sight. She snapped her fingers again and the whip began to illuminate with a scarlet glow, its tip sharpening.

CRACK

The whip struck her again, this time it's tip striking Icy's left nipple. The witch screamed, by the hell did she scream, the nipple split and blood began to pour from it, decorating her creamy white flesh.

"Music to my ears." Bloom chuckled.

CRACK

An identical cut materialised upon the opposing nipple, followed by another scream, interrupted half way with another strike to the witch's cunt.

"That's it, scream bitch, scream!" Bloom laughed.

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK

With each strike the witch screamed and another cut appeared, soon her front was decorated with them.

"Turn her around." Bloom instructed; the slaves did so; Bloom paused, admiring Icy's shapely rear, her smooth creamy flesh unmarred, so smooth and beautiful.

"What a lovely ass you have Icy, if you had been a good girl we might have had some more fun...well fun you actually enjoyed." She laughed,

CRACK

The whip sliced across her ass, Icy jumped but she did not scream; she gritted her teeth. Bloom was finding pleasure in her pain, she had to stop letting her see it. Soon her back, ass and even the back of her legs were decorated in cuts as was her front, she was turned back round, and the whip vanished.

"Enough foreplay." Bloom muttered as she approached the witch, she captured Icy's chin with her hand and tilted it further back, lightly squeezing it, causing her lips to part, she opened her own mouth and began to such on air, a light blue wisp began to emerge from Icy's mouth and floated into Bloom's. Icy felt her strength quickly begin to vanish, more and more vanishing with each passing second. Within minutes it was gone, as was the fog slithering out between Icy's lips, Bloom closed her mouth, seeming to savour the taste of whatever she had just sucked up, she released Icy's chin.

Her head fell, her gaze drooping.

"Icy. Did you know that in old times my kind would feed on the soul and life force of their victims as well as lust?" Bloom asked coyly. Icy's eyes widened in fear, "Oh don't worry I'm not going to kill you...yet." She laughed.

"I'm telling you this because I want you to know what I just did, what you saw leaving you...that was your magic, the reason you feel so weak is because you are weak, you are powerless, your magic, powers...it all belongs to me now." She laughed and as if to emphasise her points Bloom wiggled her fingers in Icy's view, a cold breeze erupting from them.

"And it tasted delicious." Bloom laughed "But anyway, I think it's time we moved onto the more serious part don't you." She continued.

Bloom launched forward and once again captured the witch's lips forcing Icy's mouth open as she injected the slave venom down her throat. As soon as the deed was done she broke the kiss, Icy coughed rather violently as the foul taste filled her mouth.

"Come. You're going to be coming home with us and tomorrow you're going to start your new life as our slave." Bloom stated as her tail slithered out of her pants, rising upwards before lightly lifting her chin.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy breaking you in bitch." Bloom smirked.

A/N well that was fast but don't expect all chapters to be written so quickly, please review.