The Doll (c) 2021 by Cactus Juggler Chapter 1: Sonia's New Hobby "A good time? Oh my God, Melissa, we drank so much that I'm surprised we survived. And you should have seen Sonia--we weren't even there a whole day before she already had this skinny black dude all over her," Cynthia said and her younger sister glared at her. Cynthia had been my best friend since middle school. She and Sonia had just gotten back from spending a week in Punta Cana for spring break. "She's just jealous because Andre said that I was the one blessed with magical power, not her," Sonia said. She had just turned eighteen in February, and Cynthia was my age, twenty, so the trip with Cynthia had marked the first time that either of them could legally drink, thanks to the laws there. Combine that with the fact their parents let them go on the trip without any real adult supervision and I'd known even before they left that they were going to have a wild time. Cynthia rolled her eyes. "He thought that you were the one blessed with a big white ass is more like it," she said. "He fed you a line and you ate it up." Sonia wasn't quite fat exactly, but she'd always been on the few pounds-past-curvy side and by contrast her sister Cynthia was slim and fit. If Sonia was a bit chubby it didn't seem to hurt her love life any. If anything, I'd always been impressed by how often it seemed like my friend's foul-mouthed little sister had some good looking guy crushing on her despite her obnoxious behavior. In a lot of ways the two of them were more different than alike. Where Cynthia had manners and style, her little sister was as crude and foul-mouthed as any skank that had ever slunk away from a trucker's cab after earning twenty dollars the quick way. "He didn't just want to fuck; he said I had magical powers of attraction. He begged me to let him teach me voodoo." I'd seen guys use some pathetic lines to work a girl, but never by any claiming to be voodoo educators. "Free voodoo lessons, huh? It sounds like he was really into you. Isn't that sort of reinforcing the stereotype, though?" I asked. "What stereotype?" Cynthia asked. "You know, the one about black guys going after chubby white sluts." "Fuck you, bitch," Sonia said, and she glared at us as we both laughed. "We'll see who's laughing when I finish making my doll." That was when I first really noticed what Sonia had been working on since I'd arrived. It was tiny doll made from what looked like small twigs arranged in the shape of a stick man. "You're making a voodoo doll?" She nodded to me as she continued the process of tying colorful strips of cloth around it, covering it and filling out the shape of a tiny person. She was almost done by the looks of it. "Ooooh, I'm so scared," Cynthia said with a sarcastic tone that elicited another dirty look from her sister. She turned to me and said, "I'm going to change and fix my hair up a bit before we go." "You're not serious about this, are you?" I asked Sonia, killing time while I waited for her sister to return. "Of course I am--I'm making this doll exactly the way Andre taught me." "You do realize that a guy will tell a girl anything to get in her pants, right?" "He wasn't saying it because he was hot for me. I mean, well, of course he *was* hot for me, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted to teach me." "You aren't really dumb enough to believe in voodoo just because some Dominican guy told you that you were 'blessed with magic', are you?" She kept her eyes down on her work as she continued fastening the little strips of material around the doll, but I could tell from her expression that she was annoyed with me. "Go ahead and laugh, but Andre is a real voodoo priest, a bokor, and he said that I have powerful magic in me. He isn't Dominican, either, he's Haitian." "Sonia, if you believe in voodoo then you're dumber than I thought. There is no such thing as magic. You'd have to be disturbed or a moron, to buy into any of that hokum." "Don't talk too much smack, Melissa. I'm just about done with this doll. All it needs is a little bit of hair from a victim and it's ready to use," she said, looking at me with a little nod. "Is that a threat? Oh no, I'm quaking in my boots." "You do *not* want me using this on you, trust me," she said, and her voice had a grave tone to it. She was so serious that I started to think she really believed she could do voodoo. I sensed much opportunity for future mockery in exploring this with her if I accepted her challenge. "Actually I do want you to use it on me. Go on; show off your magical power. I'm sure you're going to end up being a famous voodoo priestess someday, and it will be a real honor to have been your first victim," I said, making no attempt to hide my opinion of her magical powers. "You don't know what you're messing with. I could make your life hell with this," she said, waving the colorful little cloth stick man for emphasis as she spoke. Sonia watched as I reached up to roll and pinch my hair between my fingers, separating out a few strands. I squinted with a quick blink of pain as I yanked the hairs free. Sonia's eyes went wide as I held them out to her. "You seriously don't know what you're asking for." "Really? I think it's pretty obvious, I'm asking for you to do all the hoodoo-voodoo bullshit you want with my hair. Go on, do your worst." She looked at me, and then down at the hairs. "Fine," she said, and she took the hairs and set about working on her doll. Sonia wrapped the hairs around the doll's head, one at a time, tying each off in a series of careful knots. "Done," she announced, holding it up for me to see. A whiff of something dirty-smelling hit me as I leaned in to review her work, and I recoiled. "I don't know if it's you or the doll, but something stinks," I told her. "If it's magic, go ahead and prove it. Do something to me with it." "It won't start working yet. I still have to do a ritual with dirt and stones and salt." "Don't you want to at least give it a try? I mean, with your being so magically gifted and all, what if it already works?" Sonia regarded me again for a moment, placing her fingers like pincers around the tiny doll's head. I smiled at her. "Go on, do it." She squeezed the head of the voodoo doll and I cried out. My hands came up to my temples and I leaned forward with a groan. "Holy shit," she said, releasing her hold on the doll's head. "Melissa? Are you fucking with me?" I burst into laughter as I straightened up. I laughed so hard that it took me a moment to recover before I could lay into her, "Oh my god, you should have seen yourself. I can't believe you could be stupid enough to buy whatever crazy line that chubby-chaser ran on you." "Bitch," she said to me as her sister Cynthia returned. "Like I said. There. Is. No. *Magic*," I told Sonia, and she stormed off with the doll clutched in her hand, pushing past Cynthia. "What was that about?" Cynthia said. "Mostly your sister being a chump--she actually seems to believe she learned the mystical secrets of voodoo magic while you guys were on vacation." "Yeah, she's been talking about that shit ever since she met that guy." "Better watch out, your sister is into black magic," I said. "Into black guys, more like. This magic business will pass, she'll find some new obsession soon enough." "I have to give her credit, though--even though she's a chub she still always manages to have some guy enthralled with her wherever she goes," I said as we headed for the door. Cynthia seemed to consider it for a moment before she responded. "I think that's because some dudes can't pass up a desperate hippo when they see one. It's like their penises come equipped with needy slut-radar or something." We laughed about Sonia half way to the car, and then we moved on to other things and I forgot about Cynthia's dorky sister. ********** That night I was lying in bed reading a novel when I started to feel warm. The room felt suddenly stifling, hotter by the moment. My skin tingled, and I realized I was sweating. It wasn't until I felt my pussy go hot and slick that I realized that I was getting turned on. It didn't make any sense; I wasn't at a particularly arousing spot in the book and it wasn't like me to just get so heated up out of the blue, with no explanation. My door was closed, though, and as my pleasure grew I didn't waste time figuring out why I was so horny. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I set down my book and slid my hand down into my panties. I rubbed myself and I found I was even wetter than I'd thought. The heat continued to build from out of nowhere. I was so turned, I'd barely started working at my clit but already I could feel myself starting to chase orgasm. I was sweating so much that my face felt wet, and the air in the room seemed thick and scented with something strange. It was so steamy that it was hard to breathe, but I was focused, all that mattered was my sopping pussy and my swirling fingers. It felt so good that it was like no masturbation session I'd ever had. Everything accelerated so quickly, I was already stifling moans and thrusting my hips to meet my stroking hand. I was so hot, and so close. The air was thick and I couldn't catch my breath but I didn't care, because I was almost there. Hanging there at the edge I struggled to push the finally through, my fingers working harder still, but the release I needed, so desperately close, remained just out of reach. It made no sense; if I was so turned on that my whole body thrummed with arousal, why couldn't I come? My fingers rolled my clit again and again in the perfect rhythm but it was like I'd hit some invisible ceiling that kept me just out of reach of ecstasy. Then without warning my elusive orgasm arrived, hitting me with explosive force as if from out of nowhere. My back arched and I flopped back, shuddering against my pillow as I came. The climax was so intense that I forgot myself as I shivered and shook and clenched with the force of it. It was amazing and it left me totally still but for breathing. I had come so hard that for a moment I felt frozen there in my pleasure, too tired to move a muscle. ********** The next night, it happened again. I awoke in the dark to a strange feeling that something wasn't right. Something smelled funny in my room, and there was a strange humidity to the air. I was sweating, and I was horny to the point that I realized once more that my pussy was already wet. It was just after midnight, and I must have had a naughty dream to have awoken to be so turned on. My hand slipped down, between my legs. I was still aroused, and without thinking about it I started to rub myself, chasing the heat left behind from the now-forgotten dream. My heart rate accelerated, and the room felt warm as I got into it. I smelled something familiar yet not, and for a moment I worried that it was the smell of my own wetness but that couldn't be, my sex was buried beneath the covers, my pajamas and my panties. There was something in my room that smelled though, a smell like sweat and sex and it was dirty, but sort of hot too. My pleasure grew as I masturbated, my breathing growing more ragged by the moment. Stifling my moans for fear my mother would hear, I worked my pussy harder and faster. I was already charging up the hill towards my climax when an odd taste hit my mouth. There was a strange tang to the flavor, but it only increased my arousal and it sent me rushing over the edge. Groaning into my hand I shuddered and quaked with the force of the immense orgasm that rocked me. It was a vivid eruption of sensation, the electric perfection of the moment so pure that I didn't enjoy the pleasure as much as I was *possessed* by it. For a few seconds there was no me, only the intense, blazing hot glory that was joy beyond imagining. Gasping for breath I finally slowed my swirling fingers and relaxed, settling deeper into the pillow and bed as if I were melting there. Something happened then, as the aftershocks of the huge climax quivered through me, and I felt my already relaxed body grow even heavier still. The weird smell and taste faded, and an overpowering sense of calm settled over me. Normally after I came, my body relaxed but my mind raced, to the point that it was hard to fall asleep for a time, but this something entirely different. I tried to pull my hand away from my sex, and it wouldn't move. With rising horror I realized that I couldn't move my other arm or my legs either. Somehow, I was paralyzed. It had been an amazing orgasm, but could it have been so powerful that I'd shorted out my nervous system? It wasn't how I wanted my fifteen minutes of fame, not when the headline would read something like "Suburban Girl Masturbates Herself Into Paralysis". It was a strange sensation of disconnection from the world. There was no pain, not even any sort of numbness. I could still feel my arms and legs; I just couldn't will them into action. As seconds ticked by, I grew more and more concerned. I really was paralyzed, with my hand in my panties no less. For a mortifying moment I imagined my mother's reaction when she found me not just immobile, but caught in the act of pleasuring myself. Finally I felt something change in me, a spark returning where previously there was none. My fingers and toes tingled slightly before returning to my control. I pulled my hand out of my underwear with a sigh of relief. It hadn't been long, maybe thirty seconds, or a minute at most, but it was terrifying to have felt so helpless. For a long time I lay there worrying that I would freeze up again, but whatever the cause of the fit had been it seemed to be over and after a while I fell back to sleep. Chapter 2: Strange Sensations "Are you feeling okay? You're looking a little tired, Melissa," Sonia said, a queer little smirk playing at her mouth. "You do look a little raggedy, Mel," Cynthia agreed. She and I were studying for an exam at her house and Sonia had just gotten home from school. "It's nothing. I just haven't been sleeping well lately." "I bet," Sonia said. Her sister looked at her, but Sonia didn't explain herself. Instead, she just gave me a smug little grin before turning to leave. "She's a total freakazoid, isn't she?" Cynthia said. We had forgotten about her, returning to our studies, and a few minutes had passed when I first smelled that same smell that had filled my bedroom when I'd woken up the night before. It was hard to describe, something familiar, something pungent but sweet at the same time. It was something alluring, but somehow repellent at the same time. "Do you smell that?" "Smell what? I don't smell anything," Cynthia said. A burst of flavor hit my tongue. Like the smell, it was hard to pin down. It was mildly earthy but somehow also a tiny bit sour and sweet. It was the same flavor I'd tasted the night before when I woke up and had that incredible climax. My breath caught in my throat as I felt heat growing between my legs. My center went liquid and that was when I realized what was about to happen. "Melissa, are you okay?" I felt my blood pumping as my arousal grew, and I had the strongest urge to touch myself right there in front of her. "Actually no, I don't think I am. I need to go," I said, and I rushed to jam my books into my backpack. "What's wrong?" A hot shiver went through me and I had to clench my thighs together. "I just don't feel well. I'll call you later. Sorry about this," I said, and then I all but ran from her house. My car was parked on the street out front and I barely made it there in time. I panted for breath, and my body felt like it was on fire. I was so turned on that I could barely think about anything but how much I needed to touch myself. The smell and taste followed me, but now there was also a heat and a pressure on my face. It felt like something soft and wet was pressing against me but there was nothing there. I tossed my bag across into the passenger seat and slid behind the wheel. With the door closed, I had at least a little privacy and my hand slipped into my pants as if on its own. There was no way I could drive in that state, not even just enough to get a few blocks away from their house. My throbbing clit demanded attention in a way that I couldn't resist. Nothing mattered but the moist heat and the smell and how turned on I felt. My fingers circled and stroked and I let my head loll back as the unstoppable pleasure assailed me. It didn't matter that someone could wander along and see me rubbing myself off in my car; I was that desperate to come. At least the rolled-up windows helped contain the sound of my cries as I moaned and gasped with pleasure as the ecstatic perfection of total release exploded through me. When it finally ended, I sat there in my seat, thighs quivering, gasping for breath, and found that I was frozen again. I kept breathing, and shaking with aftershocks of pleasure, but I couldn't make a voluntary movement of any sort. I willed my body to action, demanded it obey me, but my flesh did not respond. I tried to at least pull my hand from my panties, but again I was completely frozen. Feeling that disconnect between my mind and body had been scary in the comfort of my own bed, but parked on the street in broad daylight it was even more horrifying. The sensation that something hot and wet was on my face faded. The strange taste and smell weakened as well. I was stuck with my thoughts and the passing glow of the amazing orgasm. I remembered Sonia's smug grin, and what she'd said, and for the first time I found myself truly considering the voodoo doll as an explanation my strange symptoms. What if it was real? It couldn't be real, of course, but how else could I explain my strange episodes of sudden arousal and Sonia's weird behavior? The pleasure had only started after she saw me there and left the room. Had she gone to her bedroom and done something to the doll that made me get horny? Was it possible that she was making me come? It was crazy to even consider, but I was trapped in my car with my hand down my pants, powerless to move a muscle. How else could I explain that? There wasn't any sort of neurological disorder that involved getting off and then being paralyzed, was there? The thought that Sonia could make me get off whenever she wanted by playing with the doll was bad enough, but the paralysis worried me even more. The clock on the dash showed that it had already been two minutes since I'd lost the ability to move. If Sonia was making me freeze, what if it lasted longer and longer each time? The mad idea of it was horrifying; it was all too easy to imagine Sonia cackling as she molested the doll, amusing herself by making me come for her entertainment. The thought of it made me feel even more helpless. I had no other explanation for what was happening to me, and if I was right, I was well and truly fucked. Sonia was not the sort of person that you'd want to have the power to mess with you. Swirling waves of fear, humiliation and anger pulled me down into a dark place inside myself where all I could do was rage powerlessly in the prison of my frozen body. When sensation came back to first my fingers and toes, it was only a limited relief. I was convinced that I was caught up in something terrible, and I had to find a way out of it. At least I was finally able to pull my hand away from my pussy. The bottled up raw emotions of being trapped in my body and knowing that I was being forced to climax somehow by a chubby eighteen-year-old amateur voodoo priestess hit me physically then, and tears welled up in my eyes as I started the car in a rush. I managed to drive two blocks down before I pulled back over to sit sobbing there until I could compose myself. ********** At first I wanted to drive back there and confront her, but I was struggling with what that meant. If I did, I'd be admitting I believed voodoo was real, and that was crazy. Could there be any other explanation, though? What else could explain the unexplained surges of arousal or the paralysis? My thoughts kept going back to that superior look on Sonia's face when she'd said "I bet". I could only think of two possible explanations. Either Sonia's voodoo doll was for real, or I was going insane. Not a "she's a little different" type of crazy, but full blown check-yourself-into-a-facility level of nuts. Even if I was going to go accuse Sonia of making me get off with a voodoo doll, I couldn't do it in front of Cynthia. My eyes were still puffy and red from crying and I felt dirty from getting off against my will in the car. I resolved to go home and straighten myself out before I'd call Sonia on her mobile phone. ********** She answered on the second ring, "Hi Melissa." "Hi Sonia." "What's up?" "I wanted to talk to you about what I said before, about the voodoo doll. I think I was rude, and I wanted to tell you I was sorry," I said. "Oh, don't worry about it. My feelings weren't too hurt. Did something change your mind about magic?" There was something in the tone of her voice, an undercurrent of self-satisfaction and amusement that disturbed me. "I guess I'm ready to admit that I don't know enough to say that magic does or doesn't exist." "Well that's a step forward, good for you." "What did you do with that doll, anyway?" I asked, attempting to sound as nonchalant about the question as I could. "As if you don't know," she said, pausing for a long moment before she continued, "Tell me, are you feeling better now? You looked like you didn't feel so hot before. I bet you actually felt pretty hot, though, didn't you?" The little bitch was using the doll to fuck with me, and she knew it was working too. "How are you doing this to me?" She ignored my question. "Didn't you come, Melissa? You really should be thanking me. Where is your gratitude?" "Gratitude? Please, you have to stop." "Why should I? You seemed pretty sure it was bullshit before. Funny how your tune has changed now, isn't it?" "I admit you were right. You win." "Oh, I haven't won yet, but I will," she said, and again that tone of amused arrogance burned in my ears. "What do you want from me?" "We should talk about this in person. Can you come over here tomorrow? I have a half-day at school for some teacher thing, and Cynthia doesn't get home until after two. Can you be here at noon so we can talk in private?" I'd have to ditch class, but that wasn't a problem. "Sure," I said. "Speaking of being in private, are you alone right now?" "Yes, why?" "No reason, just that I am too. Hang on a sec," she said. There was a long pause, and then she returned. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" My face felt warm and damp suddenly. The smell came next, and then that taste was in my mouth. I gagged and made a little sound of disgust. "What are you doing? Stop that, please." "Why? Can you smell it? Oh my god, can you taste it?" she asked with a laugh. "Stop it. You have to stop." "Why? Doesn't it feel good, Melissa? Mmmmhh, it feels good to *me*," she said with a little moan. Whatever she was doing sent waves of pleasure through me. My pussy went so slick that I felt myself leaking my wetness into my panties as I sat there clutching the phone. "Please, I don't want this." "But I do," she said, and then she giggled again. "Now enjoy the ride and think of me while you're coming. See you tomorrow." She ended the call as my arousal continued to grow stronger. However she was doing it, Sonia was making me horny, to the point that I already felt the need to touch myself. I hated that she could make me feel so good, and masturbating felt like it would be giving her a victory. A wave of heat washed over me, and my drooling pussy demanded I tend to it. I was so horny, too horny to fight it as the heat grew more and more oppressive. I slid my hand down into my panties and surrendered to my need. The weird smell was thick in the hot air as I masturbated and it soon grew hard to breathe. The strange taste grew stronger as well, and my skin felt wet and tingly all over my body. My fingers swirled a hard, tight little circle as my pleasure intensified, and then I felt myself hurtling towards the climax I so desperately craved, until I squealed and came with a shuddering, clenching spasm of rapturous sexual release. It was an incredible orgasm, even more so than when I came in my car, but again it was followed by that sensation of being disconnected from my body as I felt the paralysis set in. This time it was five minutes before I regained enough control of my body to sit clutching my knees to my chest on my bed as I sobbed and sobbed. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? ********** After I recovered, I sat there for a long time trying to come to grips with the idea that I was somehow beholden to a voodoo doll, and that my best friend's perverted little chubster of a sister had control of it. I couldn't tell anyone-who would believe me? I had to figure out how to get the doll away from her and destroy it or something, but I didn't even know if that was safe. What would happen if I tried to get rid of it? If the thing really was somehow magically linked to me, would destroying it kill me or something? How the hell was I going to break her voodoo curse when I knew exactly fuck-all about voodoo? That's when it hit me--I needed to do some research if I was going to get rid of her spell over me. ********** After an hour's worth of Internet investigation, I had been forced to conclude that the web wasn't going to be the answer. Site after site contained vague and sometimes conflicting information about voodoo in general. Searching for information about voodoo dolls was even worse; the vast majority of the search results were for toys or pop-culture references to songs or episodes of television shows. I discovered there was an app for my phone that would let me "torture a virtual voodoo doll with a variety of weapons". The app advertised that it was hilarious fun, but at the moment I didn't find it amusing at all. The web wasn't entirely useless, though. The search engine had also helpfully linked in local business results in my searches, and there was one that caught my eye. It was probably a dead end, but it looked like it could be worth a try. ********** An hour later I was at the address. It was in a sketchy-looking neighborhood on the far side of the city, and if it weren't for the navigation app on my phone I'm not sure I would have found it. As it was, the store would only be open for another ten minutes. The sign on the storefront said "Caribbean Food Emporium", and at first I thought I had the wrong address, but the number over the door was correct. Then I saw it, a small sign in the corner of the window proclaimed "Readings, healings, curses and blessings. Voodoo by Madame Devereaux". ********** Inside the store, close together rows of shelves were filled with all manner of products related to the islands. There was a young black woman at the counter along the back wall of the store. She looked about my age, and she only looked up from the magazine she was reading long enough to say "welcome" before returning to her reading. She seemed annoyed when I walked up to the counter causing her to set the magazine aside. Her phone buzzed, and she paused to look at the screen before silencing it and setting it down on the counter as well. I stared at the phone--it was the same exact model that I owned, right down to being the version with the gold-colored trim. "Can I help you?" She had some kind of island accent, I would have guessed she was from Jamaica, maybe. This girl was just darker skinned version of me, she probably had college classes to go to the next day--what could she possibly know about real voodoo? I almost turned around and left, but even if it was probably a waste of time I had to try. "I'm looking to see Madame Devereaux?" "Really? You don't look like the type to come in here asking to have a curse put on some bitch that slept with your man." "It's not anything like that. I just need some information about voodoo. Can you help me?" She regarded me for a moment before she turned towards an open doorway behind the counter and called, "Madame! You have a customer." The woman who appeared in the doorway was much older, in her fifties at a guess. She looked at the girl and then over to me. The woman's eyes opened wide and she stared at me. There was something in her expression; she didn't just seem surprised--was that fear? "Oh my. Come with me, girl." She gestured for me to follow her around the counter, towards the doorway. "Shanice? Flip the sign, lock up and go." The old woman gestured again for me to follow her, and I went around the counter as Shanice gathered her things and said good night. Chapter 3: Madame Devereaux The doorway led to a dimly lit back room that had two areas, one with a desk and some shelves, overflowing with piles of paper, and the other side an open space with four chairs along two walls, all manner of strange objects lining every surface. Unlabeled bottles and jars here, some creepy little statues and a burlap sack filled with who knows what there, that sort of thing. White lines crisscrossed the floor, drawn with some sort of granular powder. Something dark stained one corner, and I wondered just what sort of rituals had been performed there. The old woman offered me a chair and then she pulled another over and sat facing me. She looked me over again and expelled her breath in a long, sad-sounding sigh. "I see the dark on you, girl. I got the sight. You got black magic on you, the worst kind. Sex magic. Who do this to you?" "It was my friend's sister. She made a voodoo doll." "How she make it? Do you know?" "She made used strips of what she said was special cloth, and she tied a couple of my hairs around it. Ever since then I've been having these feelings." "Sex feelings?" When she said it, my heart beat faster. She knew, she really knew. "Yes. I get really turned on. I feel something hot and wet pressing on me. There's this smell, this taste in my mouth, and I get hotter and hotter until I come." "After you come, then you can't move?" "Oh my God, yes. How did you know?" "That how it go. Longer every time too, right? This girl is using the worst kind of evil sex magic on you. Bad news for you. She using her sex magic to steal your soul, girl." "How can that be possible? She said she learned how to do it from some guy that was hot for her on vacation. She's no voodoo priestess." "Everyone know the rituals, but the magic only work for people that have the gift. Everyone be born with a connection to the spirit world, some stronger, some weaker." She paused as if to let me take in her words and absorb them before she continued. "My family have the gift, but our connection don't be strong. Without a powerful link to the other side, the ritual mean nothing. When someone who have the gift powerful-strong do it, be some bad news." I still couldn't wrap my head around the idea that there could be something magical about Sonia. "I'm telling you, she's just my friend's little sister. She's just a normal girl." "This girl, do she have a lot of boys after her? Do she have a special way to her that just make the boys crazy?" Sonia had always had that spark to her that somehow drove men wild, despite her attitude and her being on the chubby side. I nodded. "She don't be normal. When you have those feelings? That be her pussy you feel. You been smelling and tasting her pussy. She using it to destroy you, girl." My mouth fell open and I just stared at her for a moment. The smell had been faint, but as soon as she said it I realized she was right. The reason it was familiar was that I'd smelled something like it myself, when I masturbated. "Every time you taste her and she give you her pleasure, you trading away a little bit of you in exchange. Magic don't like no debts, you got to give a little to get a little. She be giving you a taste of that magic pussy, and you giving her a bit of your ti bon ange, in return." "My what?" "Your ti bon ange," she said, and she saw that I still didn't understand her. "Your soul, girl, what make you be you." "This doesn't make any sense. She's just a high school girl," I said. "From the taint of Kalfou on you, I can tell she has the power strong. The mark of her pussy be all over you, I can see it all purple and black at your eyes, nose and mouth." "I don't understand. How does this work?" "If she make the doll the right way, it was from cloth soaked in her girl juice. She probably use strips she cut from her panties. Once she tied your hair on there, the doll only need the ritual." "This isn't possible. She doesn't have any special voodoo supplies. She's just a chubby white girl that spent a week in the islands getting drunk." "Ain't no special things she need. Just some dirt and salt. The power is in the magic. The ritual connect you to her pussy through the doll. After that, all she need to do be hold the doll and make herself come." My stomach flipped at the thought of her masturbating with the doll, her probably getting off on thinking about what she was doing to me. "When she come, she push that pleasure on you through the doll. When she come, you come, and in payment for your pleasure, you give up a little bit of your ti bon ange into the doll." She looked at me sadly, her voice growing more serious still. "When she steal your whole ti bon ange, the dirt and rocks and salt make a spirit jar. Then she put the doll in there and make you kiss her between her legs. Then it be done. The jar seal up your your soul and she own you, girl." The old woman paused to let the gravity of her words sink in. I just couldn't process what I was hearing properly. I knew it was real, I'd felt it, but my mind kept struggling with it still. "You're really telling me that she can make me a zombie? I'll lose my mind and just follow her around doing whatever she says?" "You don't lose your mind, no. You just wish you did. You got two parts to your soul. You got your gros bon ange, that control your body, give it life. Then you got your ti bon ange, that little soul be what make you be you. This girl, she using her sex magic to bind up your ti bon ange, to lock it away." My mind raced. Sonia wasn't some evil sorceress that had spent a life devoted to some ancient dark art. She was just a stupid high school girl. How could she know any of this? How much time had she spent with that guy on her vacation? How could any of this be happening to me? "When it's done, you still be in there, but with your ti bon ange stole, she be in control. You do anything she want, and you be watching from inside while you do it. Thinking, feeling, but just trapped in there, no nothing you can do but watch. Can't tell nobody neither, cause if she tell you to act normal then you do." "Wait, you said that I would have to go down on her to finish the spell or whatever? If I'm not a zombie yet, she can't make me do that, so I'm safe, right?" "No girl, you got it all wrong. You already been a zombie. When you can't move after she make you come with the doll, what you think you are? If she be with you then, you do anything she say." "Oh my god," I exclaimed. "God yes, but not your god, child. The true god. Bondye." "This isn't happening, it's not possible. She's just my friend's little sister. She's just a girl." "Ain't no kind of normal girl that use her pussy to steal your soul! That girl was born with a hotline to Kalfou between her legs, understand? When some idiot taught her the way, he did some powerful evil on the world." "Kalfou?" "Yes, Kalfou. Even Papa Legba got to have a bad side, everyone do." Bondye? Kalfou? Papa Legba? "I don't understand. This . . . none of this makes sense," I babbled. She shook her head and raised her hand to point at me, her voice rising as she spoke, "You ain't got no time to learn voodoo now, girl!" Satisfied that she had my attention, she calmed and lowered her voice again. "You got to get out from under this spell while you still can." "How? What can I do?" "The best way be destroy the doll, or the jar. You can't touch them now, though, the magic don't let you. There be one other way still," she said, and she rummaged in the drawer next to her and came up with a bundle of cloth that she offered me. Something heavy lay inside. I unfolded the cloth until I saw it, a wood-handled knife with a blade about five inches long. "You got to kill her, girl." I stared at the blade for a moment. "Is it some kind of magic knife?" "No, but it be sharp," she said with a grin. ********** Twenty minutes into my drive back across the city, I had just gotten back on the highway when I noticed the smell. First it was just a subtle hint of a spice to the air and then a twinge of the flavor on my tongue as the smell grew stronger. The scent and flavor intensified, until my car reeked of her. The taste grew so powerful that my mouth watered. My stomach flipped at the knowledge of the strange smell's provenance. Almost worse than being forced to smell and taste her pussy was knowing that she knew it; the thought of her laughing at me as she gleefully forced her pussy power on me made me sick. It was clear from the call that she knew what she was doing, or she wouldn't have asked me about the smell. How could she be so twisted, so evil? The first flare of pleasure hit me then. Alien pleasure forced on me, her pleasure. It was rape; she was raping me with her voodoo pussy. I didn't want to get off on sniffing her phantom vagina, but what I wanted didn't matter to her. I knew the urge to masturbate wouldn't be far behind the low heat that now simmered between my legs. I found myself shifting in my seat and squeezing my thighs together as I drove. The urge to touch myself grew stronger as I steered the car for the next exit. Pulling off, I found myself a spot to ride out the coming climax in the parking lot of a strip mall. The smell and flavor stayed with me, omnipresent, as did the state of arousal, but all three sensations seemed to stabilize as I sat there for five minutes, and then ten more. I was horny and I was stuck with the continuous sensory bombardment of having my face pressed between Sonia's chubby thighs, but I wasn't riding that inexorable rush of building pleasure that signaled an impending release. The need to touch myself hadn't grown so strong that I couldn't resist it, but still it humiliated me to my core to feel so turned on while I was forced to smell and taste her female parts. I sat there hating her and waiting for it to happen, but nothing changed. After ten minutes more than that, I found myself getting impatient with her. If she was going to force me to come, at least she could get it over with so I could safely drive myself home. The sensations grew no stronger, though nor did they abate. The cloying smell and tangy flavor did grow more tolerable with familiarity, the way something nasty usually became bearable with time. Still, my every breath was as fresh with the taint of her evil pussy as the last. I couldn't stay there forever, so after an hour of waiting I started the car and pulled from the parking lot. If I ended up paralyzed behind the wheel and got into a fatal wreck, so be it. At least I wouldn't have to taste her nasty cunt any more. ********** Hours later, I felt like I was going to go crazy. The smell, the taste, the heat, the sickly sense of something wet against my face--it was all still going strong. It was a struggle to act normally around my mother while the sensations of Sonia's power continued to wash over me. I retired to my bedroom early for the night to wait out the coming climax. The shameful helplessness made the waiting all the worse. Turning the knife over in my hands I sat there on my bed, considering the idea that only way out of my situation might be murder. It wasn't that I didn't want to kill her; as I sat there in my own home, unable to stop from tasting her pussy while I waited for her to make me come against my will, I knew she deserved it. Even still, I had a hard time imagining myself ramming the knife into her body. I wondered at what she had planned for our meeting the next day, even as I wondered what my own plans were exactly. It was just before eleven when things started to change. I felt it first between my legs, the heat and wetness growing along with an ever more urgent demand that I touch myself. My breathing quickened and my skin went clammy to the point that my face felt as damp as if her wetness was pressed to it. The smell and taste of her grew stronger as well, and my humiliation deepened along with my rage. I got hotter and hotter, until I couldn't fight it any more. My clenching pussy drooled with slick need and my fingers felt wonderful as I went to work, but I wasn't in control. I rubbed myself and it felt great, but my arousal only grew at some outside stimulus of hers, so it was at her pace that I rubbed, matching the intensity of the pleasure she sent me through the doll. In a way, I was already acting like a puppet, remotely pleasing myself in time to her own self-loving. She could toy with me, raping me and making me feel helpless, and do it all while she got to get off. The orgasm, when it came, was amazing. As the force of it hit me, I hated the idea that it must feel just as incredible for her, or perhaps even better; Sonia was so evil that knowing she was humiliating me with her self-pleasure probably only made the little bitch enjoy it more. I used my hand to stifle my cries, afraid that my mother would hear me, and when the paralysis set in it hit even more quickly than the last time. That's how I froze, lying on my bed on my side, back arched, one hand in my panties the other covering my mouth. The phantom sensations disappeared with my control over my body. It took almost fifteen minutes before I could move again, and for that time it was a relief to finally not have her flavor and scent at the forefront of my thoughts. As my body became my own again, the smell of her came back, along with the taste of her. It was a horrible blow because I'd been expecting to at least enjoy the taste of air that wasn't tainted with her smell after I came. I cried as I lay there, humiliated and exhausted and unable to get away from Sonia's pussy. It was everywhere. Laying my head against my pillow and trying to sleep was tantamount to nestling my face between her legs and trying to nod off--worse, really, because I could taste her as well. It was a long time before I finally drifted into a restless sleep. ********** I awoke with a start to the ever-present smell of Sonia's vagina. It was light in my room. My clock showed it was just before seven, so my mother would already be gone from the house. The covers felt confining, and my body was warm all over. My pussy clenched with a hot squish of need, and I realized I was turned on. Not just a little aroused, but so horny that I need relief. I didn't try to fight it, nor did I even attempt to stifle my moans. With the taste of her pussy strong in my mouth I rubbed in time to the surging waves of heat and I gave myself to her orgasm. In the twenty minutes it took before I could even cry, I vowed to myself that I would go through with it. Unless there was another way out, I was going to kill her. Chapter 4: Dealing With The Devil I left a half hour early because the suspense of waiting to meet with her was too much to handle. My whole morning had stunk of her pussy, her flavor and scent continuously there with me in a sickening reminder of her power. The phantom wetness on my face felt so real that I kept trying to wipe it off with my hand before realizing it wasn't actually there. It was a cool spring morning. It had been dry for a few days, but there was still a damp chill to the air. I wore jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie sweatshirt over top of it. I chose the hoodie because it had a long pocket across the front that was open on both sides. The pocket was big enough that when I slipped the knife inside it, still wrapped in the cloth, it didn't seem to show. When I got to her house, I didn't park in front. If something happened and I had to use the knife, I didn't want their neighbors to notice my car sitting parked in front of the house. Instead I parked a block down and a block over and walked to the house as quickly and inconspicuously as I could manage. ********** Sonia greeted me at the door with a smile. She wore comfortable house clothes, a t-shirt over loose sweatpants. She looked like nothing so much as a well-adjusted high school girl. It was difficult to reconcile her appearance with what she was doing to me. It was a struggle to imagine that this normal-looking, smiling girl could be so evil. "Melissa, come in." I followed her inside and she led me to the kitchen. "So, how are things?" She had a wicked sort of smirk to her delivery that belied the innocence of the question, and already her veneer of sweetness had cracked. "Why are you so nasty?" I asked her. "Me? Nasty? What have I done that's so wrong?" "You know what you've done." She didn't say anything; she just smiled at me for a long moment. Oh how I wanted to punch the smug look off of her face, but if there was any way out of the situation that didn't involve murder I would probably need her help. As much as I hated her, I had to try to get her to see reason. She'd always been a bitch, but even Sonia had to know that this was going too far. "You have to stop, please." "What fun would that be?" "Sonia, I'm serious. You're ruining my life. Please, you have to stop." "I suppose I would be willing to consider letting you go. You were a real bitch about the whole voodoo thing, though. For me to even think about releasing you, I'll need to get something from you in return. Magic doesn't like debts." She sounded so high and mighty that the punching urge came back with a vengeance, but I stifled it because for the first time she was talking about undoing what she'd done with the doll. "What do you want?" She paused, looking up as she seemed to consider my penance before regarding me a superior look as she continued. "I want you to do something for me, something to make it up to me for being such a bitch before." Another blanket of sickeningly wet heat pressed against my face. Her smell filled my nose, and then her taste was on my tongue. To my growing humiliation, my own sex throbbed with liquid need. It felt so horrifyingly good that I had to stifle a moan before I spoke, and the sight of my discomfort made her giggle. "What do you want from me?" "Hold on, I have something to show you first. Come on, it's up in my room." Sonia headed up the stairs, and I followed. My hand closed around the knife in my pocket. I stared at her torso as we ascended. It would be almost too easy right then. She was so confident that it would be simple to literally stab her in the back. What then, though? It wasn't like I could just tell the police "it was self-defense, she was using voodoo on me" and then they'd let me go. The reality was that I'd end up in prison if I killed her. If I was going to do it, I'd have to get her someplace secluded to have any chance of getting away with it. Not only that, I wasn't sure I could go through with it. The idea of the knife plunging into her body made me sick. She was horrible, but could I really kill her if I had to? She had to know that I hated her and probably wished her harm, but she didn't seem concerned at all. Her arrogant confidence burned at me and just made me want to stab her all the more. The knife stayed in my pocket and Sonia never looked back. We reached the top of the stairs and went down the hall to her room. She led me to the dresser by her bed, and on its surface was a circle of dirt and small stones, with a pattern of irregular white lines across it. In the center of the circle sat a squat vessel. It was a round, open-mouthed jar with thick and lumpy sides that appeared to be constructed from the same dirt and rocks. "It started forming after the first time I used the doll. That was when it got real to me. I mean, before that I was just fucking around, but when this thing just started to build itself up out of the dirt, everything changed. That's when I knew this wasn't just bullshit." I stared at the weird little jar. It seemed . . . important, somehow. There was a throbbing energy pulsating from it that I couldn't see, but that I could feel. "The first time I masturbated with the doll it started, the dirt built itself up into a disk. I didn't see it happen, but I noticed the change so the next time I got off, I watched it. The rocks and dirt moved on their own, it was incredible." It was incredible, incredible and terrifying. I struggled with the humiliating realization that an eighteen year old girl of no particular distinction really could destroy my life with nothing but her dirty panties and a scoop of soil from her family's garden. "As I kept masturbating, each time it just grew up a bit more. Look at it--it's amazing isn't it? It's almost done, I think. Andre told me it would be ready when the doll could fit inside it. I have to admit it; at this point, just looking at it turns me on." "It's not amazing, it's evil," I said, finally managing to find my tongue again. Sonia stared at me. "Really? You don't see how awesome this is? Are you telling me that if you had the power to make someone into an obedient zombie that you wouldn't use it?" "No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't do this to anyone. Nobody deserves this." "Well, somebody will be getting turned into a zombie, because there's no way I'm going to let this gift go to waste. It can easily still be you--your jar is ready now--but I'm willing to think about letting you go if you do what I want. If that happens, though, you can bet I'll be making another doll for someone else." If she let me go, there wouldn't be a next time. Not if I could help it--nobody should feel this helpless. Somehow, some way, I would stop her. "What do you want from me?" "If I am going to let you go, I need to at least learn what I can from you so I can be better at it next time. I need you to tell me everything. I need to know what you've experienced." "What do you mean?" "I want to hear what it's felt like for you when I've been using the doll. Don't lie to me either, I may not know everything, but I do know enough to tell if you're holding back. How does it feel when I do it to you?" I couldn't talk about this with her; it was hard enough just being in the same room with her. She seemed annoyed by my delayed response, so she continued. "How about if I go first? On my side, if I masturbate while touching the doll, it feels really, really good. I mean, like wonderful good. There is something about it, something powerful. I can feel the connection the doll has to you. When I come, I can feel my pussy ripping a part of you away and taking it. Pulling it from you to me. What do you feel when I do it? I have to know," she urged me. The thought of describing it out loud, to her of all people, was awful. I had the impression that she knew already, and that she just wanted to make me say it out loud for her amusement. If she would let me go, though, I supposed I could bear having to say a few embarrassing things. "First I get warmer and warmer. I can feel this wet heat pushing in at me, all over. Then there's this smell, and I get a taste in my mouth. I get so horny, and then I come." She had this look of superiority and amusement then, her eyes opening wide and her mouth curling into a smile. I had to look down because I couldn't bear the sight of her enjoying this so much. "A smell? What do you smell?" "You. I smell your . . . I can smell your pussy." As if to emphasize the point, another wave of steamy heat flared across my face as her scent filled my lungs with even greater intensity. I breathed in with a gasp. "You know?" "I went to see a voodoo lady and she told me how it works." "Andre said that to complete the doll, I needed to get off with it, and that you would feel me through the doll's magic when I did." My face felt wet, and knowing that it was her nasty twat that I smelled filled me with helpless rage. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked back at the smug little bitch. "This is so fucked. How could you do this to me?" "I honestly didn't think the doll was going to work at first," she said. "Why didn't you stop when you figured out it was real?" An ephemeral flash of shame crossed her face. "It felt too good to stop. I knew it was wrong, but it was just too hot to resist. Besides, you have been kind of a bitch." "You can't think I deserve this. Do you understand what you're doing to me? You're destroying my life, Sonia. This isn't a game," my voice growing louder. When she spoke, her voice was low and calm by comparison. "Try to imagine if you were in my place and all you had to do to take complete control of another human being was to masturbate." The room felt so warm and my skin felt wet all over. My sex was just as slick, and I hated the helpless feeling of growing arousal that seized me. "Imagine how it would feel if you could overpower someone's mind completely, totally, permanently--with your pussy?" she said, closing her eyes as she finished with a low moan and an exhalation of breath. My pussy clenched, and I felt its slick surrender to the growing heat. "There is just something so primal about being able to dominate another woman with my pussy. It's like I'm superior to you as a woman on some fundamental level," she said. Heat washed over me again, so hot and wet on my face that it was hard to breathe. The smell intensified, and then the taste of her filled my mouth. Gasping, I couldn't stifle my moan as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. "Oh my God, you're doing it now," I said. "I'm sorry Melissa, but even talking about it is enough to get me turned on." "I don't understand, I thought you had to be touching the doll," I said. Sonia smirked, and then her hands went to her hips. She slipped her sweatpants down around her legs and spread them slightly as she exposed her underwear to my view. I stared at her crotch. There was a bump there, where something was obviously trapped under her panties. The edges of some colorful cloth strips protruded from under the crotch panel on one side. "Since yesterday I've been keeping it down here", she said, gesturing to the little lump over her pussy. "I was getting turned on all the time and I didn't want any of my delicious pussy-juice to go to waste." She pulled and teased at her panty crotch until the outline of the doll was visible. "I know it's evil, but there's something about knowing that when I get wet you can taste it in your mouth that turns me on like crazy." Sonia rubbed her crotch, mashing the doll in against her with a moan. Another nauseating wave of steamy arousal washed over me and I gasped. "Oh my god. Stop this, please. Take it out," I said. "I can't do that--if I take it out, my panties will get all dirty. With the doll there, they don't--it seems to absorb every drop of me. See, I'm all hot and bothered now, and there's no wet spot," she said, pulling her panties tight again to show me the doll nestled in her crotch. "It's like the doll is absorbing my juices and sending them to you. How hot is that?" Her phantom pussy overwhelmed my senses then, to the point that I could barely breathe. The air I breathed stank of her, and it felt so hot and wet that I was gasping. My own pussy throbbed with shameful need. "Every time I think about how I'm dominating you with my vagina, it makes me so wet. I guess I don't have to tell you that, though. Can you feel me right now, Melissa?" "Yes. Please stop." "And you can smell and taste me? I mean, do you smell my pussy right now?" "It's all I can smell, I can barely breathe. So yes, I can smell your nasty pussy. Now quit being a bitch about this. You've proved your point, I admit I was wrong and you were right. Now let me go, please--I can't take this anymore," I said. "We're almost done, just bear with me a little bit more. I need to learn everything I can from this, for the next time I do it, and you're going to help me. Can you feel anything when I touch the doll, like this?" she asked, and then she caressed her crotch. Another moan escaped me as everything intensified, the heat, the stink of her, the taste of her, all of it. "I can't feel your fingers, but when you push it against you it makes the feeling stronger." "So when I do this," she said, her index finger moving to land on the spot where the doll lay as I watched, pausing there for a long moment before pressing her finger down, "you can taste it and smell it even better?" "Please don't, please stop doing that." Her hand settled into her crotch, and she gave a little groan as her fingers rubbed in a circular motion, mashing the doll in against her. "Does my pussy taste good, Melissa?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with wicked glee. The room felt hotter and more humid still by the second. Everything was wet heat, both on my face and between my legs. It was humiliating to feel so helplessly aroused by Sonia's evil pussy power. "Please. You said you'd let me go if I did what you wanted." "I said I'd *consider* it, and I have," she said with another moan. "What? I'll do whatever you want, just stop that, please." Her fingers continued to swirl, pressing the doll in harder and harder, until she was pressing a crease into the crotch of her panties. I felt a velvety-soft force squeeze in around my whole body and the slick heat on my face grew until I couldn't catch my breath. The smell of her arousal was so overpowering that if felt like my ever-faster gasps were pulling in more of her scent than air, as if I was breathing nothing but her pussy. She moaned and then gave a little sigh as her fingers pushed the crease even deeper before pulling her hand away to reveal that her panties lay smooth over her mound. The bulge from the doll was gone and as I gasped for breath in the steamy heat, I knew where it had disappeared to. "Stop? But it feels so good. This is even hotter now that I can see the effect working on you." My discomfort seemed to fuel her excitement, and her fingers moved higher as she rubbed herself through her underwear. "You don't look like you're feeling so well, Melissa. You're clammy and you're gasping for breathing like a drowning person. I'm so fucking wet that I guess you are, sort of, aren't you? Are you drowning in my pussy?" Her fingers kept up their work between her legs, and she made no attempt to hide what she was doing. Her eyes fell almost closed and she moaned again as she seemed to concentrate on her pleasure. If she came, I knew I'd be frozen there and the idea that she could just order me to do anything was horrifying. Sonia wasn't going to stop herself, and I really was going to have to kill her. First I had to get out of there before she came, though. I was in no shape to attack her, I could barely breathe. I turned, heading for the door, and she laughed at me. "Where are you going? Stay, I want to see the look on your face when I come. There's no point in trying to resist me, Melissa. My pussy owns you now. I own you," she said. Fighting through the oppressive sensation of being buried in a gigantic phantom vagina, Sonia's vagina, made it difficult to even walk. Gasping in breaths of air that stank of her sex, I fought to get away from her. "You can't run from my pussy!" she yelled behind me as I struggled out of her room, and then she laughed again. "Nobody can!" ********** I slumped against the wall in her upstairs hallway as I tried to regain my balance. The sensations of heat and moisture, along with the crushing invisible pressure of her sex bearing down on me grew stronger still. My own arousal was an ever-present distraction as well, but I had to get away from there. She didn't follow behind me, and it was clear what she intended. Sonia was going to get herself off, and then I'd be frozen in place, waiting for her to come and collect me. Negotiating the stairs was almost impossible as the sensation of her body consuming me grew stronger still. It was hot, so unbearably hot. I could feel her slick cunt all around me, enveloping me and clenching down on me with rhythmic spasms. Somehow I fumbled open her front door and out onto the street. The air should have felt cool and damp, but it still felt hot because I could only breathe in short gasps of her steamy pussy smell. Sweat dripped down my face, but the wetness that overwhelmed my senses was phantasmal. My whole body felt slippery and dripping with her boiling heat. Gasping and wobbling, I tried to orient myself as I stumbled through her front yard. My car was still two blocks away, where I'd left it in my clever plan to avoid it being noticed. Now I wished I'd just parked out front. It was so hard to breathe, every hurried, gasping breath filled me with her boiling, reeking heat. I rushed down the sidewalk as quickly as I could manage, but my arousal was rising too fast. I was going to come before I made it to my car and it horrified me because I knew that when I did, I was going to freeze on the spot. The throbbing need between my legs demanded my attention, and her taste was so strong in my mouth that I had to keep swallowing it down. I moaned without meaning to, and had to pause in place to gather myself as another wave of arousal washed over me. I was going to come soon, but there was no place to hide and I was still a half block from my car. Eyes darting, I searched for something, anything better than to be found standing on the sidewalk like a mannequin. Another moan escaped me, and I felt myself getting even closer to climax. There was no more time, so I did the best I could and sat down by a huge tree between the sidewalk and the road. I leaned back against it and closed my eyes, as if I was taking a nap. It was a struggle to keep my hands away from my crotch. I settled for clenching my thighs together around my dripping-wet pussy as I groaned and felt her pleasure explode through me. Somehow I managed to remain upright and in place against the tree as I shivered and shook with the climax. The flavor and scent of her evil cunt faded, and I found myself alone in the darkness behind my closed eyes as my body went paralyzed and still. Chapter 5: Sonia Takes Her Time Trapped in my head, I tried to figure a way out. Sonia knew I would be frozen, so surely she would come looking for me. As minutes passed and she didn't appear, I began to wonder if I had a chance after all. Maybe she wouldn't find me before the waking coma wore off, in which case I could at least put some distance between us so I'd have time to come up with a plan. When I heard footsteps, I had another thought--what if someone else found me? Someone walking their dog or driving by that wondered why a girl was sitting by a tree on a not-particularly warm spring day. If someone found me, they would surely call for medical assistance when they discovered I was unresponsive. I should have just stood in the middle of the street where I would have been more likely to be noticed. The footsteps came closer, pausing, and I hoped beyond hope that it was anyone but her. The sound of her laughter crushed my hope. "Oh my, you're just frozen there like a marionette with nobody holding the strings. You can't even open your own eyes." She paused, and I felt her moving in front of me. "Luckily for you, you don't have to wait any more, because your puppet master is here. Let's give it a try. Open your eyes and look at me," she said. My eyes opened, and it took a moment for them to adjust to the light. Sonia crouched in front of me. Her eyes glittered with excitement and she was smiling with predatory glee. "This is what I've been waiting for. I really did it, didn't I, Melissa?" "Yes," I said, and from the look on her face my response surprised her as much as it did me--I hadn't meant to say that. "This is so awesome," she said as she stepped back and straightened up to look down at me. "Stand up," she ordered. There was nothing I could do but watch as my body obeyed her and I rose to my feet. "You see, Melissa? You're a puppet now. My very own little cunt-puppet, aren't you?" "Yes," I said. "When we're alone like this you should probably show me a little more respect. From now on, call me mistress if nobody else is around to hear. " "Yes, mistress." A car drove by and the driver didn't give us as much as a glance. We looked like two normal girls just talking by the sidewalk. There was no way for them to know that one of us was an evil voodoo practitioner and the other her terrified victim. "Now let's try something trickier. Andre said that if I made a pussy-zombie, it would be able to follow even very complex orders. That it would be able to do almost anything the person I'd made it from could do. Let's try that out now," she said. "We're going to walk back to my house. We've still got over an hour before anyone else will get home, plenty of time to finish your transformation. You're going to walk with me, and do everything you can to act as if you're my closest friend on the way there." "So, how are you doing, Melissa?" "Good, mistress, how are you?" Despite of everything else she'd made me do already, somehow hearing my voice speaking to her while I thought something else entirely was the worst thing yet. "I'm fantastic. I'm having the best day ever. I'm going to make my sister's best friend eat my pussy. The best part is that when I come, my pussy is going to steal her soul and turn her into my slave forever. Isn't that just awesome?" "Yes, mistress. If anyone deserves to have a zombie slave it's you, mistress." It just got worse and worse-where did that eagerness come from? Zombie-me must have thought that was what a close friend would say upon learning that their BFF had taken up voodoo soul-stealing. She put her arm around me and gave me a little hug as we walked, and I leaned into it and let her. To anyone else we would have looked so close, just two friends having fun. "You're so right. I do deserve this, don't I?" "Yes, mistress." "This is so much fun, but I do need to make sure we finish up in time. Tell me, how long did you stay frozen the last time it happened?" she asked as we continued to walk back to her house. "About twenty minutes, mistress, but it's lasted longer every time you've done it to me." "That's plenty of time for what I need to do, well, what you need to do, really," she said as we reached her front door. She paused and turned to smile beatifically at me before opening the door. "Melissa, would you like to come up to my room and lick my pussy now?" "Yes, mistress." She giggled and led the way. "Great, come on in then." ********** Even though we were the only ones in the house, she closed the door once we were inside her room. More accurately, she ordered me to close the door and I did it for her. I had the sense that every time I obeyed a command, she was still a little bit surprised. "Take off my shirt," she said. I watched myself step closer, standing face to face with her as I removed her shirt. Her eyes sparkled with wonder as she observed me doing her will. She looked at me as if I were the most amazing new toy, which I suppose I was, in a way. "And my bra." I unfastened it and slipped the straps off her outstretched arms. Her breasts flopped into view, pale and heavy, larger than my own. "Now the pants." I slid down her sweats, kneeling by her feet as I pulled the pants down over one foot and then the other. "Kiss my feet." Scooting back, I knelt lower and pressed my lips to the tops of her feet, just above her toes. She laughed above me, and I don't think she even enjoyed the sensation. She was just making me do it because she could, and because she thought it was funny. "Stop," she said, and then she turned around and put her hands on her hips as she looked back at me. "Now kiss my ass." As I pressed my lips to the bulging curves of her soft buttocks, I smelled the all-too familiar scent of her nearby pussy, and this time Sonia didn't laugh. I heard her breath catch, and then she gave a little moan of pleasure as I kissed her over and over again, showering her ass with soft kisses. She pushed me away and turned to face me again. "Take off my panties, Melissa." I worked her panties down over her hips and slid them down to the floor, which left me kneeling almost face to face with her bare sex. It would have been a strange scene to anyone who walked in on us. Sonia was naked, and there I was kneeling in front of her, completely clothed. I suppose I should be thankful that she'd left my clothes on. In all of her ordering me around, at least she hadn't made any effort to touch me sexually. My view remained centered on her crotch as Sonia spread her legs slightly and slipped two fingers inside herself. She fumbled for a moment before pulling out one end of the colorful little voodoo doll that was the bane of my existence. I watched as she extracted the doll from her sex and moved to place it in the jar that still sat in the circle of sand atop the dresser by the bed. She stuffed it down into the rocky vessel until it was completely below the rim before turning back towards me. "I don't know exactly what is going to happen with the jar, but I want to see it. Set up my pillows against the wall, here," she ordered, gesturing to the end of the bed. My body hurried to obey her, gathering the pillows and standing them up along the wall, making a nice comfortable spot for her to recline. I stepped back and waited for my next instruction. Sonia stepped in close to me, invading my space until I could feel her breath against my ear. It was an intimate closeness, and it was horrifying to be able to do nothing but stand there and feel her so near. "I bet you wish you hadn't called me a chubby slut now. What else did you call me? Disturbed? Hmm, you also said that I was stupid if I actually believed that voodoo magic was real. That didn't work out so well for you, did it?" "No, mistress." She smirked down at me. "I'm not stupid or disturbed, but I am going to steal your soul with my pussy. I'm going to take it from you and seal it up in that jar and I'm going to keep it in there forever." Sonia crouched naked in front of me, so close that I could smell her sex again, through the normal, non-magical means, as she leaned in close and continued her gloating victory dance. "You're going to be my zombie slave forever, just like you are now. That means I'll get to have my very own servant who will do anything, and I mean anything, that I want." The wicked excitement on her face left no doubt in my mind that she meant it. She wouldn't just control me; this was a girl who would hurt me because she enjoyed it. I could only hope that her need to show off would give me enough time to make some move against her. "Now let's compare that with your prize. You get day after day of being trapped inside yourself, watching as you obey my every command. Do you still think I'm the stupid one?" "No, mistress." If my paralysis would just wear off, I would show her how it felt to be terrified. I would show her what it felt like to suffer. "All that's left now is for me to get turned on enough to come again and the best part is that you're going to help me, aren't you?" "Yes, mistress." "Crawl over here," she said, leading me to the far side of the room. She regarded me as she stepped back to stand in front of the bed. "For starters, get down low on the floor," she ordered. "I want you face down, ass up with your arms stretched out in front of you." I folded down and forward, stretching out my arms as if I were prostrating myself before some false idol. All I saw was the carpet as I knelt there in that degrading pose. "That's it. Bow the fuck down to me, Melissa. Bow down and tell me that you're my slave." "I'm your slave, mistress." She giggled as I pledged myself to her. "Tell me that you worship me as your god," she ordered. "You are my one true god, mistress." Had she always been this arrogant, or had using black magic corrupted her? In the years that I'd been around her I'd always thought her a nasty brat, but I had no idea that this level of megalomania could lurk within her. "That's right bitch, I am. I fucking own your ass, and don't you forget it. Now crawl to me." I looked up and crawled towards her. She rubbed her pussy and watched me, stopping only when I reached a spot at her feet. It was clear that she was getting fired up by what she was doing to me, but I felt nothing. The pleasure that I had previously felt when she masturbated with the doll was gone, leaving now only my humiliation and rage to keep me company as I watched myself cater to her perverse whims. "Get up on your knees." Sonia spread her feet further apart and moved her hands to her hips, thrusting her crotch towards me in a brazen display as I rose to kneel in front of her. "Take a good look at it, Melissa. Take a long, hard look at the pussy that's stealing your soul. Now kiss it. Kiss my pussy, bitch." I was helpless to do anything but watch myself obey as I leaned in and kissed her sex. The evil girl giggled above me, and it made me die inside to know that Sonia had forced me into this position using some innate female sexual power. Her right hand took a possessive grasp of my head as she rocked her hips with a soft moan. "That's a good girl. Kiss that pussy like you love it. No tongue, not yet." Kneeling there with my lips pressed to hers, I could feel the wet heat of her arousal, but only physically--the phantom sensations of experiencing her pussy through the doll's power were gone. As humiliating as it was to be made to kneel there kissing her labia as if they were a long lost lover's lips, I silently cheered her on. That's it, show off. Take your time. Just give me a chance, just one chance. The horrible reality of my future was all too clear. Sonia could, and clearly would, make me do any degrading thing she wanted, and I was going to be right there for every moment of it, aware but powerless to resist. My only hope was that she dragged out this little victory celebration just long enough for me to regain the power to control my body. If she did, I would gladly stick that knife in her heart--a lifetime in prison would be a small price to pay. "Oh yeah, that's what the doctor ordered. Now let's finish this spirit jar," she said as she pushed me away. Chapter 6: Melissa's Last Chance I watched as Sonia settled onto the bed, lying back against the pillows. She spread her legs, sitting with them lifted up, bent at the knee so that her sex was completely accessible to me. "You can start by kissing your way up my legs. I want this done right. When you get to my pussy, I want to you tease me with the softest kissing and licking." The earthen jar, with that evil little doll visible within, sat on her dresser only a couple of feet away as I moved between her legs and pressed my lips to her ankle. "When you have me going, I want you to gradually increase the pressure, until you can feel me getting close to coming. Then I want your tongue on my clit, hard and fast, do you understand me?" "Yes, mistress," I said between kisses, as I moved up her calves, alternating from one leg to the other. Every moment that passed without her coming was a minor victory. She'd already toyed with me as long as I'd ever been paralyzed previously. I just needed her to keep taking her time and I would have my chance. She leaned back and sighed as I softly kissed my way higher up her legs. Her breath quickened when I reached her inner thighs, and the smell of her arousal was thick in the air. "I could get used to this," she said, as I watched myself lean in lower to feather her pussy with the gentlest of kisses. She began to moan, and her wetness drooled from between her inner lips. Zombie-me raised the intensity of its oral assault, the scattered kisses and licks moving in closer to its target with ever-increasing force. Every second that I watched myself worship her sex, I desperately willed my body to obey me. If only the doll would relent its hold for just a moment, I'd pull my face from her pussy and make her wish she'd never fucked with me. Sonia's hips started to rock and buck as I softly licked her, my tongue now working at her clit in an elaborate pattern that dipped down between her lips and then danced along either side of her engorged love button before slipping back down to taste her quickly again. Her moans picked up speed and my hopes fell. Everything about her, from her ragged breathing to the ever harder thrusting of her hips up to meet me, to the now stronger taste of her excitement told me that she was going to soon come. "That's it . . . just like that. Now look up here . . . oh fuck . . . keep licking, but . . . oh . . . look at me, Melissa," she said between her moans, as my eyes locked up on hers. How I hated her then, as I lay between her legs helpless to do anything but devote myself to her absolute pleasure. She wasn't content with just beating me, either; she needed to rub it in my face. I willed my body to pull away from her and grab the knife that was still in my pocket, but I was still disconnected. It was hopeless, she was nearly done. I was nearly done, for that matter. I was going to be stuck staring up at her face as she came on my traitorous tongue. "I'm the one doing this to you. This chubby slut is . . . oh fuck . . . this chubby slut is . . . .oh . . . about to become your new god," she gloated with ragged breath. Even if I could just close my eyes, at least then I wouldn't have to watch her and see her enjoyment. I tried concentrating on that, on just shutting out the sight of her, and it was then that I finally felt something happening. My eyes didn't close, but my lapping tongue began to slow, and then it stopped altogether and remained in my mouth. I couldn't yet move, but at least I had stopped licking her. Based on what Madame Deveraux had told me, Sonia needed me to get her off to complete the spell. "Don't stop now," she ordered with annoyance in her voice. Sonia looked down at me with surprise when I remained motionless there between her legs. "What the fuck?" she said as she realized that I was no longer obeying her commands. I wasn't out of danger by any means, because I knew that all she had to do to make my paralysis return was to grab the doll and get herself off again. That left my only option clear--I had to stab the bitch before she masturbated to completion. I hoped I could manage that but the fragrant, slippery hot evidence of her arousal was right there in my face and I knew it probably wouldn't take her long. She didn't start touching herself; she had a different plan. She used her hands to pull my face in hard between her legs and then she closed her plump thighs in around me. "I don't think so. You're not going anywhere. Not when I'm this close," she said. Her hands tightened, yanking my face into her crotch as she humped her sex against me. My body still refused to obey me as Sonia worked up a rhythm, pumping her hips in a way that stroked her pussy up and down the length of my face. With every grinding thrust my nose slid through her slick channel and mashed against her clit. "Just lay there then. Lay there while I fuck your face," she said, with a lusty ferocity to her voice. She mashed her sex in my face so hard that I couldn't breathe, and I was soaked with her wetness. I wasn't licking her, but it was clear from her moans that she was working her way quickly back towards climax. My extremities began to tingle, and I felt first my toes then my fingers returning to my control. "Just lie there . . . lie there and take it . . . oh fuck . . . take it, bitch." My arms were finally coming back to me, and I brought my left hand forward to push me away from the bed even as I slid my right hand into the long front pocket of the hoodie to grab the knife. Her legs held tight around my body, though, and her hands kept my head clenched down into her grinding cunt. "Just lie there and take my pussy, bitch. I'm going to fuck the soul right out of your body. Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . yes, yes," she said. The knife handle was there, hard and reassuring, but my hand was moving slowly as my command over the extremity only gradually returned. Her pussy slipped and slid across my face as she humped faster, her moans growing more urgent. My fingers finally obeyed me, closed around the knife. "Take it, bitch, take it . . . oh, that's it. Get. In. My. Pussy!" she grunted the words in time with her vicious strokes against my face. She groaned and arched her back as she came. A jolt of electric power rocked through both of us as a flash of darkness exploded from her pussy. Her legs released their grip on me as I was blasted away from her by the force of the evil energy. I came to rest in a heap at the side of the bed. I watched as she shuddered and twitched, her legs still spread wide as she lay there in the grips of her ecstasy. Somehow, despite the staggering blast of black magic she'd shocked me with as she came, my hand was still on the knife in the front pocket of my hoodie but now my arm refused to obey me. Sonia lay there, completely vulnerable in her moment of pleasure, but I couldn't pull out the knife because I couldn't move a muscle. I was back in that state of being a helpless passenger in my own body but it felt different this time somehow. She shivered there, her whole body tensing as she continued to ride out her climax, until she gave one last groan of rapturous pleasure, and a flickering darkness appeared between her legs. Her glistening inner lips fluttered and split open around the strange supernatural dark light coming from inside her. Sonia's eyes opened wide and she stared down at her sex as a pulsating, purple-black tendril of energy extended from her vagina. The air tingled with crackling magical energy and it was clear that Sonia had completed the spell after all. She hadn't just face-fucked me until she'd blasted me with her black-lightning orgasm; it seemed that she'd made all her gloating threats about stealing my soul with her sexual voodoo come true. The energy undulated from her pussy, throbbing and stretching as it seemed to slither from inside her like a living thing. No, not like a living thing--it was a living thing. It was my ti bon ange, my *soul*, condensed and infused with her orgasmic power. She had stolen it from me with her magic pussy, taking it from me in bits one orgasm at a time until it was hers entirely. There was nothing I could do now but watch in horror as she stored it away in the evil little earthen container. The tendril floated and wobbled through the air until it reached the spirit jar. For a moment she was linked to the lumpy vessel by the dark tendril until she gasped with pleasure as the last of it slipped free of her pussy. I watched as the tail of it floated down and disappeared into the jar. Still glowing with that evil darkness, the jar grew before our eyes with tiny scratching and clicking noises as bits of it began to move. Dirt and stones climbed up the sides of the jar, assembling themselves into clumps and shapes that filled in and solidified into a flat top. The lid grew thicker until it covered and sealed the little container closed. The dirt stopped shifting around the jar as it finished and the intense energy in the room faded away. Sonia looked down at me with satisfaction. "Holy fuck, I actually did it, I can feel it." she said. "You're a zombie now, bitch. I own you." Sonia reclined there on the bed and eyed me, her fingers lazily trailed between her legs as she sighed with satisfaction. "You still look like you, you know. It's hard to believe that now I can make you do anything. It's going to take some getting used to, but I'm sure I will." She slid a finger inside herself, and idly played at tracing her labia with the slick digit while I watched. "This is so awesome. From now on I can be completely honest with you. I can say and do anything I ever wanted. You're going to give me so much freedom. Now what do I start with?" The idea that she thought of my slavery in that way burned, though my helpless rage was already as hot as the sun. "I don't think I could take you going down on me again just yet, but there's still time before anyone gets home to try something I've always wanted to have done," she said. Sonia moved her pillows back to the head of her bed and then she lay down on her front, still half naked. Resting her head on her pillow as she settled with a sigh she said, "Melissa, be a dear and lick my butt." Watching myself climb up onto the bed to kneel between her smooth legs, there was nothing I could do. I was a passenger in my own body, able only to look on with horror as I lowered my face down to her bare ass and dragged my tongue gently across her buttocks. "That's not what I meant, Melissa. This isn't like before, don't be a tease. I want you to really get in there. Spread my ass open with your hands," she ordered. I felt the soft, smooth skin of her buttocks on my hands. Her ass cheeks jiggled as I pulled them apart, exposing her puckered rear opening and pussy to my view. She was hot and sweaty and the strong scent of her body's smell wafted up to me "Go on, lick my butthole. Lick it like it's your favorite thing in the world. I want you to do everything in your power to make me feel good with just your tongue in my butt, understand?" "Yes, mistress." My face sank lower, until it nestled there in that warm, slick, musky valley. The dark ring of flesh around the wrinkled star of her asshole filled my view. My tongue dabbed and licked at her backdoor, teasing her with feather-soft strokes that elicited a slow groan of pleasure. For a long time she just lay there relaxing on her front, enjoying the sensations of my ass-licking efforts. Minutes passed like that, my hands holding her sweaty ass open while I tongued at her rear opening, until she began to moan and gently move against me. Her hand slid down, under her body and I felt her fingers against my chin as she played with her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as the combined sensations of her masturbation and my ass worship worked on her. After a time, she lifted herself up on one elbow, twisting around to look back at me. "Look at me, Melissa. Don't stop what you're doing, but look up at me while you do it," she said, and my eyes locked on hers while I continued to probe her ass with my tongue. "Fuck, that feels so good. I know you're still in there and I suppose you think I should feel sorry for you, but really I don't. Knowing that you're trapped experiencing this just makes it so much hotter." Her fingers moved faster, her hips rocking back to meet me then as I thrust my tongue deeper still inside her. Her rear cheeks jiggled and slapped at my face as she humped back against my tongue. "You must hate me so much," she said with a giggle, her fingers working her pussy faster. "I know I would, if some stupid, chubby slut was making me eat her ass." "Well, I hope you're enjoying the taste of my butthole. Get used to it. This is . . . oh yes . . . this is your life now . . . doing . . . my . . . dirty work," she said, and then she groaned and shuddered as she came. I could feel the climax rocking her while I kept licking her ass. While she shivered and gasped with pleasure I lay there still working my tongue up her butt as I continued to follow her last order, until she pushed me away with some annoyance. "Stop that now. Just kneel over there," she ordered, gesturing to the floor by the side of the bed before she rolled over onto her back. I knelt down as instructed and just watched her. The zombie me seemed quite comfortable to be idle, kneeling there with complete stillness. Sonia lay catching her breath for a while before she turned to look at me. There was a gloating superiority in her eyes that humiliated me to the core. She could do anything she wanted to me, and she knew it. "On second thought, get and go get me a Diet Coke. I worked up a thirst riding your tongue." I left the room and went to the kitchen. I watched as my zombie self opened the fridge and fished out a cold can of diet soda. When I returned with the can of Diet Coke she sat up and took it from me. She opened it and drank before setting it down on her nightstand. I just stood there, waiting. "Next time, I expect you to get a glass, put some ice in it, pour the soda in there, and bring it to me properly." She opened her legs and peered down at her sex. "That was super hot. Look at me, I'm a mess." Her pussy was still puffy and wet with her sweat and juices. Her pubic hair was matted down and even the insides of her thighs glistened. She closed her legs and stood up. "Get down on your knees. I stole your soul with this pussy, now I'm going to rub it in your face." I sank to the floor, tilting my head to look up at her as she moved to stand over me. Her hands took hold of my hair as she pushed my head back and down. She moved to straddle my face, pressing her crotch down onto me. "Close your mouth and just hold still." She giggled as she did it, grinding her slick sex from my chin to my forehead and back again with a slow hump of her hips. When she was done painting my face with her wetness, she stepped away to admire her work with another laugh. "Oh my god, Melissa. You've had a rough day. It almost looks like you've been enslaved by a chubby slut, the wicked kind of chubby slut that would make you eat her pussy and ass." She glanced over at the clock. "Now go get cleaned up. Your face smells like my pussy." I stood up and walked out into the hallway, turning towards the bathroom as she yelled after me, "Make it quick. I still need to give you your instructions and get you out of here before Cynthia gets home." The experience of watching myself was even more surreal as I stood in front of the mirror. The girl washing her face and fixing her hair looked just like me. The thing in the mirror wasn't me, though. In actuality it was really just a Melissa-shaped extension of Sonia's will that happened to have my mind trapped inside it. The thing in the mirror was her creation, a perfect slave for her and a hellish prison for me all in one. Sonia stood waiting as I returned, still naked in all her chubby glory. I hated that she looked so relaxed, so perfectly content as she looked at me then. The injustice of her happiness made my humiliation all the more difficult to bear. "Dress me," she ordered, gesturing to where her clothes lay in a pile. I lifted her panties, opening them for her to step into. "I've already worn those and I need to start piling up some dirty pairs to use for my next doll--get me a clean pair. Top drawer, on the right." She was already going to make another doll? Who would she inflict this hell on next? Some high school rival, maybe? Whoever it was, I felt sorry for them. Nobody deserved to share my fate. I opened the drawer and selected a white cotton pair decorated with a pink heart pattern before returning to kneel in front of her. She lifted first one leg, and then the other, to allow me to slide the panties up onto her. As I worked them all the way up into place, she put her hand on my head and pushed me roughly down onto my knees. Zombie-me gave no resistance as Sonia pushed her crotch in my face. "Look up at me and kiss the pussy that conquered you." I pressed my lips to the panty-covered mound and stared up obediently. "I'm going to have so much fun with this, and the hottest part of the whole thing is that I know you're in there right now hating every second of this." Sonia ran her fingers through my hair as she looked imperiously down at me. She gave a little moan as she started to rock her hips, rubbing her crotch against me. "I'd fuck your face again right now if there was more time," she said. She looked over at the jar before pushing me away. "I'll have to find someplace safe to store your soul, I guess I'll keep it in a drawer for now." She looked back to me. "Go on. Finish getting me dressed while I give you your orders." I fastened her bra, and she lifted and re-positioned her breasts in the cups slightly as I gathered her sweatpants. "Listen up, my zombie slave. From now on, your main purpose in life is to protect and serve me. You will be careful to avoid anything that would expose me to any risk, and that includes anything that would make anyone think there was anything unusual going on between us." After I put her sweat pants on her, I grabbed her shirt. She lifted her arms for me to put it on her as she continued. "You need to act as normal as you can when you're not in private with me. I don't want anyone to notice anything different about you, do you understand me?" "Yes, mistress." "I'm going to need someplace where I can work on my voodoo in private, and it would be nice to be able to use your mouth without having to worry about my sister or parents catching us. It's just you and your mother at your house, right?" "Yes, mistress." "She works during the day, right? What time does she leave in the morning?" "Around six-thirty, mistress." "Excellent. I'll come over tomorrow after I wake up. You can make me some breakfast and then I'll make sure that your mother will be happy to let me do whatever I want over there, whenever I want" What did she mean? Oh god no, not that! "I'll bring over a pile of clean underwear, and you'll get to help me make them dirty. I love the way it feels when you kneel down and kiss me through my panties. It won't take long to get all of them nice and wet, and then you can fetch me a few hairs from your mother's brush so I can get started on *her* doll." Sonia was a monster. How could I have ended up in this position? Now my mother was going to end up a zombie too and it was all my fault. I should never have made fun of Sonia in the first place, but that wasn't my worst mistake. How could I have ever passed up the chance to stab the hateful little bitch in the back when the opportunity was right there in front of me? "Yes, mistress." With impotent rage I screamed silently in my mind as I watched myself move to follow her instructions. What kind of sadistic bitch would make me a tool in the destruction of my own mother? "Just think, after I turn your mother into my zombie, you won't be alone anymore," she said, as if it was a favor she was going to do for me. My desire to murder her was so strong that I could taste it. I wanted to go back in time and stab her on the stairs when I had the chance. If I could just have that moment again, I would happily watch her suffer and bleed. "You'll be part of an entire little family unit that I've enslaved with my pussy, both of you laboring together to serve my every whim. In addition to your service, I'll have your home, your mom's car, and everything else either of you own. Won't that be nice?" she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she moved closer until her lips almost touched my ear. Her voice was low and soft, almost a whisper as she spoke, "Who's the moron now, bitch? I'm going to use my pussy to take everything that's yours and make it mine and you're going to help me do it, aren't you?" In the walled off prison of my mind I howled in impotent rage and humiliation. I wanted to beat Sonia to death with my fists. I wanted to scream at her while she cried for mercy. I wanted to pour gasoline over her and watch her burn after I touched fire to it. I couldn't do any of those things, though. My body was not mine because she owned it now. I could only watch as zombie-me nodded and agreed with Sonia that yes, I would help her enslave my mother. Then I heard my own voice say the words I'd have to listen to myself repeating for the rest of my life, "Yes, mistress." - The End - |
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