Title: Bound, Part 3
Keywords: ff magic

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Olivia's pen stopped moving. She had been writing in an old leather
bound notebook that she had replaced the pages in several times, but a
cold chill down her spine stopped her mid-word. She tilted her head
forward and let out a little groan. "Higher..." she squeaked out.

Maggie smirked and stroked her hands up Olivia's spine until her palms
pressed against the back of her neck. "You find this erotic?"

"I'm positively soaking." Olivia replied with dry sarcasm. She leaned
back to press into the massage. "It feels good, and it's intimate, so I
guess it counts." She let out a sudden moan punctuated with a wince as
Maggie's thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle of her neck. "You've done
this before?"

"No." Maggie said. She leaned in and rest her had on Olivia's shoulder,
her hands still massaging Olivia's neck. "But you must have felt it
before and wanted me to do it." She kissed Olivia's cheek.

"I'm forcing you to do this?" Olivia asked. She dreaded the answer.

"Yes, but it's ok." Maggie responded. "I like doing this." Maggie leaned
back and continued her work as Olivia leaned forward to rest her head on
the desk. "It's not that you can force me to do things, or even that it
can happen without you even realizing it that really bothers me. It's
that I have no way to... influence it."

Olivia kept her forehead on her desk. "I'm confused. Do you want me to
release you or not?" Maggie suddenly stopped the massage and Olivia sat
back up. Maggie moved to sit on the desk, on top of the notebook. Her
legs spread just enough to show herself to Olivia. "I mean, what do you
want?" Olivia asked.

Maggie squirmed slightly on the desk. "What I want I cannot have. I
could get used to being... available to your whims." The pale skin of
Maggie's cheeks turned red with a blush; her smooth infantile lips
turned red with arousal. "I don't want to tell you no, but I want some
say in what I do and how I do it."

Olivia lowered her head again to rest it in Maggie's cool lap. "And if
my whims are that you are horny and needy?" She pressed her lips to
Maggie's mound and kissed just above her slit.

"That... wouldn't change much, Liv." She reached down of her own will and
stroked her fingers through Olivia's hair.

Olivia jut her tongue out and licked at Maggie's hood once, and sat back
up. "It's really tempting to use my binding on you. It's really hard not
to force you to do things to me. I don't like that, and I don't like
that it can happen when I'm not trying."

Maggie slipped from the desk and turned around to sit in Olivia's lap.
She turned transparent and weightless as she moved; Olivia forced the
erotic thoughts from her mind. Olivia picked up the pen and resumed
writing, her arm passed through Maggie on occasion in the process.

"What are you working on, anyways?" Maggie asked. She traced her finger
along the line of text Olivia wrote and mouthed the words to herself. It
was not in English, but in the ancient script Olivia's coven used.

"I'm trying to come up with a spell or incantation that would let me
change the bind, but none of it makes sense." Olivia said. She tapped
her pen against the page several times; the ink disappeared from the
page. She tossed her pen at the wall in frustration.

"Why did that happen?" Maggie said in confusion.

"The spell wouldn't work, so the book erased it from existence." Olivia
said. "This is hopeless."

"You could write it out again and change it until it works." Maggie
suggested.

"Maggie, the book erased the spell from my memory, too." Olivia said.
She lowered her hands to Maggie's lap which solidified under her touch.
"I need to take a break."

"I'm not turning solid or being pulled to my knees... so what kind of
break are you going to take?" Maggie asked. Olivia rolled her eyes and
pushed the book away. She dragged her laptop out and opened the lid.
"What a strange typewriter."

Olivia stopped for a moment of contemplation. "What's a typewriter?"
Fiddled awkwardly with the trackpad; she tried to reach around Maggie
before she gave up and simply extended her arms through the ghost to use
the computer.

Maggie tilted her head and watched the screen. "What magic is this?"

"Technomancy." Olivia snidely remarked. "It's not magic, just a
computer." She said and browsed around to a few of her normal haunts on
the internet. "Though there is such a thing as technomancy, this just
isn't it."

"What is this? What are you doing?" Maggie asked. She watched Olivia's
curser glide across the screen.

"It's the internet. It's for looking at cats and porn." Olivia said. She
opened a bookmark to a `page that showed
both <http://kittiesntitties.tumblr.com/>`__. "I mean, I probably will
use it to try and find help with our problem, but it's mostly cats and
porn." Olivia's arms were slowly pushed apart by Maggie's body.

"You're getting aroused." Maggie announced as her body solidified in
Olivia's lap.

"No... Not any more than I normally am. This is all you." Olivia said and
kissed the back of Maggie's neck.

Maggie stared at the page as Olivia slowly scrolled it. "How uh... many
have you...been with?" She asked.

Olivia stopped scrolling the page. "A few people. Why?"

"A few? You're thirteen..." Maggie said. She sounded more disconnected
than distressed at the answer. "How many is a few?"

Olivia didn't answer for a moment. "I've slept with a dozen girls more
than once, and one boy a couple of times." She eventually said. "About
the same for girls I've only seen once." She added. Maggie slumped her
shoulders and leaned back into Olivia. "Is that a problem?"

"I really am bound to a harlot." Maggie whispered to herself, but Olivia
heard her. "I think I'm ok with that." She took in a sudden breath as
Olivia's hand found Maggie's slit. The living girl slowly stroked the
ghost's lips. Of her own volition, Maggie spread her legs and rolled her
hips forward.

"I'm glad. I don't think that will ever change." Olivia said. She hooked
her finger and pressed it slowly into her ghostly companion. The tip of
her finger pressed against Maggie's front wall in search of something.
When she found it a grin grew on her lips; she flicked her finger firmly
against the spot in relentless waves.

Maggie's hands reached down and gripped onto Olivia's thighs and
squeezed tightly, her nails dug into Olivia's flesh through the girl's
thin pants. Her hips lifted from Olivia's lap as through pulled by
Olivia's finger. She panted silently as she grew closer to her climax.

"Hold your breath." Olivia whispered, and Maggie complied. Her body
convulsed against Olivia and her walls clenched on Olivia's finger. Air
exploded out of her lungs through her nose as her body contorted in
orgasm.

Maggie's body drifted into incorporeity. Oliva lifted her hand to her
eyes. "Huh. Wet." She mused, and licked her fingers clean. "I'll have to
ask the others about this."

"Others?" Maggie panted out.

"I have to go to the coven to ask about you... I'm stumped." Olivia said
and Maggie nodded. Maggie leaned back and rest against Olivia,
weightlessly resting against the girl. "They will be very interested in
you."

"I don't know if I like that or not."